#so didn’t really look that far. hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless!!

[vlindervin7]

little quiz i made. i’ll recommend you a piece of art that feels like summer to me at the end ☀️

[wonderful-bellies]

Someplace Safe

Soooo I’ve been reading a looot of fanfic and stuff and I kinda wanted to try a hand at writing out some scenes or something with my ocs. I’m not really a writer, but this was just for my own enjoyment more than anything.

So yeah! Here’s Tae’s first time swallowing Clay!

Tae sighed softly to himself and sunk further into the coils of his pale serpentine tail. He didn’t want to admit to himself fully that he was sulking. He didn’t want to accept that this was affecting him so much. That didn’t make it any easier to get his mind away from the topic.

From his spot beside his den, curled up stiffly around himself, he found his gaze falling for what had to be the hundredth time on the small form leaning against one of the large roots of a massive tree before him. The figure stood with arms crossed and face turned away from Tae. Seemingly deep in thought.

The human he had found just two days prior. Clay, he had said when Tae asked him his name. One of the few things the human had said to him before falling silent for the past day and a half. While he wished he could have a proper conversation with the small being, Tae wasn’t about to complain. It was certainly more than he usually got.

Years of living tucked away under the shaded boughs of this ancient forest had the towering naga encountering quite a few sentient beings. From smaller nagas and the like, to a plethora of humans wandering a little too far off the path. It was a fairly common occurrence, and each time he’d tried to approach with a friendly word and an offer of assistance. Yet nearly every time he was met with blatant fear, panic, or outright hostility. Tae couldn’t blame them, he was somewhat of a rarity. An outlier even for his own kind. Born with an uncommon mutation that had his body uncontrollably growing larger and faster than the vast majority of his kind, leaving him with a gigantic stature and unfortunately the life of a reluctant recluse.

So Clay had been… a strange case. When Tae had approached him, offering help for a badly twisted ankle, he was surprised to be met with a shaky but nonetheless present acceptance, even going as far as exchanging some few words with each other while the naga gently took the human aside and looked over his sore ankle. It was a strained acquaintanceship, but it was still something that left Tae with more hope than he’d had in years.

Yet as their time together lasted and Clay started to fall silent, Tae felt that spark of hope start to fade little by little. He wondered why the young human stuck around at all at this point. The day he’d met him, Tae had offered to guide him to the nearest marked path so he could find his way back home, but Clay had been adamant about, in his words, “staying lost”. Not what the naga had been expecting to say the least.

Coming to a compromise, Tae had convinced the human to at the very least stay with him until he felt ready to go home. He didn’t want the small fragile being wandering the wilds blindly with the possibility of running into all kinds of dangers. It took some convincing, but Clay had agreed, and ever since then he had kept to himself beside the naga’s den. Sometimes sitting still seemingly in thought, other times pacing aimlessly back and forth.

Another sigh, and Tae continued his watch. Why was Clay still here? Why was he so reluctant to return home? His mind had been consumed with thoughts of the strange young human ever since he’d met him. Shining golden eyes looked over him once again, trying to see the tiny details on the human. From the dirty scuffed sneakers on his feet, to the mass of fluffed dark hair atop his head. The ends of it faded to a deep green. There’s no way that was a natural human hair color. 

As Tae attempted to study him closer, he started to notice something out of the norm. There was a slight tremble shaking the small body. The naga cocked his head and strained his hearing in hopes of figuring out what had caused this. Was he cold? Did he lie about his ankle no longer hurting?

As he listened, his ears picked up the slightest sound of small, ragged breathing. It hitched and started to pick up in pace, becoming noticeably louder. 

Tae’s eyebrows furrowed. Clay was clearly breathing heavily and the tremble became more noticeable. This… definitely wasn’t normal. Worry started to twist in his gut, but he dared not move from his spot. He didn’t want to test the small amount of trust Clay supposedly had in him. So instead, as the breathing became more rapid and small hands gripped tighter at crossed arms, Tae cautiously tried to get his attention.

“...Clay?” He kept his voice soft.

No response.

“Hey… Are- are you okay?”

Once again, no response. Tae shifted to sit up a bit, opening his mouth to gently call to him again, when all at once the human’s legs seemed to just buckle underneath him and he lurched forward onto his knees.

“Clay!” Tae quickly uncoiled himself and moved closer to him. Keeping his distance be damned, something was clearly not okay. 

He leaned in close, towering over the little being with eyes wide, trying to get his attention. 

“Clay? Clay what’s wrong?!” Large clawed hands hovered over the crouched human, shaking. 

“C’mon, please, talk to me!”

Another hitch in his rapid breathing and a choked out cough was the only response he got.

Oh gods, what should he do?! Clay had fallen to his side on the forest floor, shaking hard with eyes blown wide and breath coming out in wheezes and strained coughs. Tae threw himself forward and gently tried to slide a hand underneath the trembling form. If Clay had realized what was happening, he did not react. 

Tae clenched his teeth hard as he tried to adjust his companion cupped gently in his palm. Feeling the shaking against his hand had his own heart beating just a bit harder. 

“Please, say something! What’s wrong?!” He brought the hand closer up to his face. “Clay!-”

Another hitch in his breath, and, to his relief, Tae could hear a quiet, choked out reply.

“I- I’m-” Another bout of rough coughs and wheezing. Tae winced. “I don’t know- I can’t… I-I’m so scared.”

Tae sucked in a breath. He was… scared? This was… this was an emotional thing, wasn’t it? A reaction to something bigger that the naga did not quite understand. A reaction he himself had had on some few occasions. The panic, the freezing and trembling, the overwhelming sense of inescapable fear. He knew what this was, he just didn’t know what he could do to help.

Sweat dripped down the side of Tae’s face as he ran through his mind, trying to find a solution. When he’d gotten like this, he didn’t often know what to do. Oftentimes he’d simply hide away someplace quiet, someplace dark and private where he could ride out the feeling until it passed. No harsh noises to startle him further, no open space leaving him feeling exposed.

Someplace… dark and private…

An idea stuck inside his brain the more he thought it over. A possible solution, if his experience was anything to go by. But he couldn’t possibly… There was no way he could go about it without possibly violating that small amount of trust. 

Yet the thought kept calling his attention back, and his desperation to help Clay was starting to overtake his own sense of logic. Fuck, he really hoped this wasn’t actually a terrible idea.

“Clay-” He spoke quickly, but softly. “I- I need you to just trust me, ok? Just trust me. I promise It’ll be ok.”

The human’s wide eyes flicked towards Tae’s face for a brief second, and he was given a shaky, barely noticeable nod.

He took a few deep breaths, then lifted the hand cradling Clay slowly higher until the side of his palm brushed against his lips. Tae paused for a moment, seeing how the human would react. No response. So slowly he parted his lips and opened his mouth wide, then shifted his hand up the tiniest bit so Clay, still laying on his side, tilted and began to slide towards the cavernous opening. 

Tae sucked in a breath as he felt the small weight hit his tongue. Still, there was no reaction. He couldn’t tell whether that was a good or a bad thing, but didn’t want to stop now. His palm tilted further and Clay’s trembling body slid down until it rested fully on the naga’s tongue. 

Tae pulled his hand away and closed his lips around his companion, extra conscious of his teeth and how close they were to him. He could still feel the trembling as his tongue lifted and guided him further into the naga’s mouth. He was extremely aware of the movements and the shape of Clay sealed inside his mouth. The way he twitched and the small hands occasionally sliding here and there. Even the taste of him becoming more and more noticeable. A bit salty, of course. That was expected. But there were subtle hints of flavor besides that as well. A kind of faint sweetness that he found surprisingly pleasant.

Tae was forced out of his thoughts when without warning, the form started to convulse and pound against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He could feel more than hear strained, panicked shouting. Oh no, there was the reaction. 

Shit shit he just needed to get this finished fast and then he could attempt to reassure and calm him. Without thinking, Tae tilted his head back and relaxed his throat. Still squirming, the small lump began to slip back until it entered the tight confines of the naga’s esophagus.

Tae’s eyes squeezed shut, he threw his head further back, and he swallowed.

All at once he could feel Clay slip entirely into his throat and begin his slow descent. The squirming intensified, and Tae winced at the feeling. It started to burn a bit, the lump actively stretching in strange angles that had the naga reaching to his throat from the discomfort. A few more thick swallows and he felt Clay slide past his collar bone.

Tae braced a hand against his chest where he felt the young human. Almost there. He’s almost there. He focused hard on the sensation, mentally following Clay’s journey going deep, deep, deeper into his very core. 

And then, the pressure lifted and he felt a small weight drop in and slide along his stomach walls. Tae heaved out a relieved sigh. He was inside. He was safe.

The squirming started up again, this time pounding against his insides accompanied by muffled cries. Oh, no no no please calm down!

“Clay-” he hiccuped. “Clay it- it’s ok! I promise you’re ok!” 

The pounding continued, shouts starting to turn into panicked sobs. Tae’s chest ached at the sensation. The constant frantic movement started to make the naga a bit nauseous, and his stomach was starting to feel sore.

“Please, you’re not going to be hurt I promise! My- the place you're in isn’t dangerous!” he slid his hand down and over his middle. “It’s more for storage than anything, please calm down!”

He groaned, the struggling showing no signs of stopping. In an attempt to soothe his aching stomach his hand began to press against his middle and rub in small circles. This was a bad idea, of COURSE it was a bad idea. What was he thinking? He continued rubbing gently, not sure what else to do. He felt terrible.

Tae kept still, trying to let the feeling of the rubbing soothe his middle and keep him calm. After he continued the motion for some time, he noticed something. The weight inside had shifted, leaned up against the wall at the front of his stomach just underneath his palm. The struggling had slowed until all he could feel was a soft tremble. The sobs had disappeared entirely. His breath hitched.

Gently he continued his massage as he glanced down at his middle and focused hard on the feeling within him. Gradually even the trembling began to slow.

“...Clay?” His hand halted its movement, just resting on his stomach. The quietest little mumble emanated from within.

“Mmm…”

“Are you alright?”

Silence for a moment. Then a gentle shift in his belly.

“I’m- Yeah. I’m good. I’m good…” The voice was still just a bit shaky but it was clear, and Tae felt himself smile the slightest bit.

“Ok, ok good. I’m glad…”

Another beat of silence. Tae slowly lowered himself to lay back onto his tail again.

“...”

“... I can hear your heartbeat.”

The naga paused. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Sorry…”

“No, it’s- it’s kind of nice.”

Tae felt a warm blush creep up his cheeks. There was a gentle sliding sensation beside the weight. He was rubbing his stomach wall.

“Um. I’m…” Clay’s voice was now even and slow. “I’m sorry about that. I sorta get panic attacks like that when I’m… overthinking.”

Tae hummed softly in response. Thank the gods. He’d been so worried, so afraid he’d ruined their fragile companionship. So afraid for the safety of his little human friend.

Clay seemed to snuggle closer to the walls of his stomach. “Thank you.” The phrase caught Tae off guard.

“You… You’re welcome.” he paused. “Are you… ok with this?”

“I don't know… I… I think so? It’s weird and- and kinda scary honestly. But…” Another slow rub from within. “It’s kind of nice too. Warm. I can hear your heartbeat.”

A warmth spread from Tae’s chest hearing that. He was ok, he didn’t hate Tae. He felt safe inside of him. He felt that little spark of hope of the chance of truly getting to know Clay begin to reignite.

“You can tell me. The next time you start to feel like that. You can tell me and I’ll try my best to help.”

Clay hummed. “...Alright.” Another shift. “I think, um… I think I’d like to… stay. For a bit. If that’s ok?”

Tae grinned down at his stomach. “Of course.” He rubbed back at the small human settled inside of his belly. “Of course. I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

“Thanks, Tae.”

The naga felt his heart flutter in his chest at the mention of his name. He let out a happy sigh and curled back up into his coils, reveling in the feeling of his companion curled up inside of him.

***

Hopefully I did alright! Thanks for reading!

[fiction-box]

Hi! Could you write a Rinkah x Female Corrin where Rinkah realizes she's falling in love with Corrin? Maybe they're hanging out in a more relaxed situation, like the hotsprings or at dinner and Rinkah just thinks, "Oh no... I really love her." Pre-relationship pining, love it!

Rinkah is such a captivating character both in her design and her story! It was an absolutely beautiful process to experience the creation of this piece. I had to look into her a little before I began, but I found myself surprised at how well-established she was.

I, too, am a pre-relationship pining enjoyer, my like-minded anon! There's just a buzz that those established-relationship works can't create. Maybe it's the thrill of the chase or even the fulfillment felt from the catch (when the works come that far).

Here, I found myself trying to work with Rinkah's headspace. I wanted to experiment with her reaction to the "what" as well as follow her journey through the "why's". I hope that makes sense.

I also hope that this is to your liking! To you and the others reading this, please feel free to request more from me! My rules are pinned to the top of my blog, so request as much as you'd like after reading those!

The story will be continued under the cut.

Dipping her toes into the water, Rinkah sighed at its warmth. A soak in the bathhouse was just what she needed to close out her day.

Training took up most of her time today, as it always did on the days after she worked her shift selling weapons. It was nothing particularly challenging; she simply ran through drills to improve her stamina and then had a light spar with Hinata.

Nonetheless, soreness still managed to settle into her muscles. It would be unlike her not to give her best efforts, even in training.  As such, she felt her muscles tense up and then relax as she sank into the water. It was refreshing, yet calming. A sensation that she found herself enjoying while lowering herself deeper and deeper. Eventually, the only part above the water was her head.

Rinkah allowed her eyelids to close and her head to rest back against the ledge of the bath. The warrior’s mind cleared itself, and she began to grow drowsy. A short break for her body was in order, but she would not neglect giving her thoughts a rest, as well.

The occasional bubbling of the water formed white noise while she drifted off.

Until she heard the door from one of the changing rooms slide open and then shut.

Footsteps were beginning to approach her position. Lazily, she opened her eyes and turned her head.

She froze at the sight of her leader. Then, she felt her body tense up once more as her voice carried through the bathhouse.

“Oh, Rinkah! I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

At the sound of Corrin’s greeting, Rinkah’s mind came to life and went into overdrive. Hot springs were meant to relax someone’s spirit, but she felt so far from the feeling that she began to question if what she felt but a moment ago was even real.

That brought up the question; why was she so tense? Rinkah had seen the forms of many of the women in the army during her trips to the bathhouse, but seeing Corrin’s made her feel…different. It was suddenly weird in a way that made her want to look elsewhere. Not because the noble was unattractive (far from it, she thought), but for another reason she could not quite grasp.

“Were you hoping to be alone?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Corrin smiled. “I just…I hadn’t seen you all day today, so I suppose I just thought you were out on the mission with Saizo, Mozu, and Ryoma.”

“I did train today, but nothing quite that difficult.”

“Really?” The dragon princess slid along the side of the warm pool of water next to Rinkah. Once she was down in a sitting position, she looked to her, “What did that consist of?”

“Nothing notable enough to discuss,” Rinkah returned, stifling a yawn.

“Oh.”

“And you? I’m certain your day would be much more interesting to hear about.”

“Well, I suppose it was quite a long- wait… You want to listen to me talk about my day?”

Rinkah’s brows furrowed. Would that really be so unlike her? “What? We are friends, yes?”

“Yes! Of course we’re friends! And you’ve come a long way from when we first met; I’m so happy you think of us as such!”

“Don’t push it. Get on with your story, before I find this to be something I regret.”

“If you say so,” she smiled. For the second time, Rinkah counted.

The tale of her activities began when she woke up, of course. Her waking hour was early, the snow-haired woman noted, with her rising at least an hour before the sun ever would.

“Why get up so soon?”

Corrin shrugged. An easy motion. “I suppose it’s just a habit I’ve yet to shake from when I lived in Nohr. I would always go train before the sun rose; sometimes with Gunter and sometimes with Xander. Honestly, I struggle to get out of bed in the mornings, but that doesn’t mean I can fall back asleep easily. So then isn’t it better to get on with the day instead of lying in bed staring at the ceiling?”

Rinkah nodded her assent. She understood the need to be contributing something, whether that be to herself, her tribe, or the rest of the army.

The silver-haired royal then went on to detail her training with Subaki. Apparently, he was an early riser as well.

But Rinkah didn’t care about that so much as what the training consisted of. From what she gathered, all the pegasus rider did was avoid her attacks as she practiced aiming and perfecting her strikes.

Pathetic. Subaki was a priss afraid of messing up a decent hairdo. She could have trained Corrin far better in both her offensive and defensive skills within that time.

…where did that thought come from? She had just trained with Corrin not but two days ago in the afternoon. If anything, shouldn’t she be happy her commander got more training in with others? It was important to be versatile to remain safe. He would help her with her agility and her form; two things that were very much not at the center of Rinkah’s own training routine.

“...had breakfast with Orochi. We talked about my mother…erm…the late Queen Mikoto…the whole time! Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say she talked and I listened to her stories. I learned that mother once swam with her slippers on, and…”

How boring it must have been to listen to Orochi drone over a meal. She always tended to go on about the silliest little details in her stories, anyway. In Rinkah’s mind, stories should be either important, informative, or entertaining.

But she supposed it was important, specifically to the ally soaking across from her. Corrin never truly got to know her mother, after all. If these stories were the closest thing she would get, Rinkah could be happy for her. That was all part of being a friend, like Corrin had shown her.

“...worked with Silas to restock the lottery tent. It didn’t take as long as we thought, so with the leftover time we had, we spent some time together just talking…”

Seriously? There were so many better ways to spend one’s free time than just…talking with someone else. Like training, which she would have been happy to help with if Corrin showed up during the session she did, today. 

Rinkah knew what it was to desire familiar company, though. What she wouldn’t give to be able to choose to talk with one of the other women from the flame tribe. Even if it were only her father, she would happily do so in exchange for even a brief return to normalcy. Besides, she found herself wishing she could chat with the princess more, herself. At a time and place where she wasn’t so tense, of course.

Enough. Really, what was wrong with her head? It’s like every little thing someone else did with Corrin wasn’t good enough. What for? Because Rinkah thought she herself could do better? In truth, Rinkah knew she could never converse with her as naturally as the others did. Lately, the more she tried, the worse she fared.

I’m going to stop this, the princess of the flame tribe told herself. This next time, I’m going to only think positive things about her interaction.

Well, the next thing she brought up was how she went shopping for weapons with Reina. Once they had bought enough yumis and katanas, they went to have Jakob forge them.

Reina was a superior choice. If anyone would know which instruments of war were best to buy, it would be her. Alongside that, she was certain Jakob was a skilled forger. Corrin had earlier disclosed that Jakob has mastered many skills in the hopes of assisting her to the fullest. It would be unbelievable if he had skipped weapon forging on his “checklist of mastery”. Even so, Rinkah was certain she could forge a weapon better than he could in half the tim-

No. That thought needed to leave her mind immediately. No she could not, she reminded herself. She still had so much to learn about the Hoshidans’ culture and weapons. She didn’t even know how to string a yumi, much less how to forge one. Or shurikens, for that matter. There were so many weapons she had never been exposed to before leaving her tribe. If anything, she would have taken days in comparison to the hours Jakob took to make her weapons stronger.

Maybe these thoughts were the result of a day well spent. After working all day to get stronger, it was no wonder she would believe herself superior to others. Well then, if she couldn’t think nice things about Corrin’s friends, she wouldn’t think at all. 

Rinkah allowed herself to return to her relaxed state. Slowly, her friend’s soft tone of voice began to fade in and out of focus. She watched as the princess’s lips formed each syllable of the words she spoke.

They looked so soft, probably because of the steam. She almost wanted to…

…

…wait. What?

The thought came so casually that Rinkah was caught off guard. 

What Rinkah wanted was to kiss her.

Realizing it made her chest feel light, but it wasn’t just about her lips, was it? She grew tense the moment Corrin entered the room, she blushed at her figure, and she wanted to spend her whole day with the woman. Even if she only got to listen to her go on like this when all was said and done, she felt something like adrenaline just from how close they were.

Then this…wasn’t just a surface level feeling? Because Rinkah didn’t just “like” Corrin.

She loved her, and it made her want to hug and punch something at the same time.

“...Rinkah? Is there something on my face?”

Oh. She was still staring at her lips.

“No,” she huffed, giving the Hoshidan royal a smirk, “but it sounds like you had a busy day. You and I should get some rest to be ready for tomorrow.”

She rose out of the water, fighting the cloudiness in her head and the weariness of her body as she navigated towards the ladies’ room to change. From behind her, she could hear Corrin call out after her.

“Before you go back…would you like to spend some time with me tomorrow? I did so much talking, it’s only fair for me to listen to you in return over lunch.”

“Sure. Why don’t you come find me when you’re ready? I’ll be waiting.”

Once she was alone in the changing room, she began to dry off and dress into a fresh change of clothes.

It looked like Rinkah would get the chance to show Corrin just how much better a day spent with her could be.

[comedywalkwalk]

Hello and welcome back to day two of Comedy Walk! Walk! I wasnt able to find a postable clip of the episode I listened to today, so I posted a clip of Aziz Ansari (one of todays featured guests) from the Comedy Bang! Bang! Tv show; but if you’re really interested in hearing it, check out cbbworld.com

Another walk, another episode of Comedy Death Ray radio on indie 103.1. Todays guests were Aziz Ansari (Parks & Rec) and Kevin Nealon (SNL) as well as Doug Benson who makes his second appearance for another segment of “Doug Loves Movies”

This episode started with their more commonly known theme song performed by Reggie Watts, however I believe at this point in the series the song hadn’t yet been written, so after Scott read his intro, he played a song by Greg Beherents band, The Reigning Monarchs (which I will list below) the show still heavily features music like a regular radio show, however it seems as if the songs have all been cut or edited down now that the episodes have been rereleased as part of the Comedy Bang! Bang! series. They also mentioned that the show was being video taped and broadcast on G4 (but I couldn’t find any clips)

Todays episode was much shorter than yesterdays, Aziz was the cohost and Kevin was there promoting Aliens in the Attic, as well as a book he just wrote called “Yeah you’re pregnant, but what about me?” They also took a live caller who just wanted to know what the lineup was for that weeks Comedy Death Ray live show. After the call they read a few twitter questions like “Do you smoke weed?” And “How can I protect my home from the incoming zombie pig apocalypse?” Neither of which gained much traction as conversation starters. At the end of the show they get a call from Doug Benson who gives them his review of the new Star Trek movie, which he says was enjoyable even though he only stayed for the first 40 minutes before leaving. His three word review of the film was “Tyler Fucking Perry!” To finish things off Scott says Happy Birthday to Kulap his Comedy Death Ray partner BJ Porter.

As far as the walk goes, I did notice I was walking much quicker than I did yesterday, it didn’t take me as long to get to the park as it did the day before. I remembered to count my laps today, I did 4 laps around the park before heading back home on the opposite side of the neighborhood. The weather was fantastic, I didn’t even wear a sweatshirt. The park was packed with people though, not enough to deter me but uncomfortable nonetheless. I also noticed that part of the circle in the park is on an incline so I guess that’s like a bonus?

My stats weren’t as impressive today as they were yesterday, but I’m not looking to top any scores or anything, so that’s ok. The walk ended up being shorter just because todays episode was shorter in length. I ended up doing 4947 steps and 2.14 miles in just under an hour.

Overall the walk was easier, but the episode wasn’t as fun as I was hoping. Either way I enjoyed both. Episode 2/walk 2 gets a 3 out of 5.

Todays songs:

The Reigning Monarchs - “Short pants for Fatty”

The Lonely Island - “Sax Man”

Flight of the Conchords - “Business Time”

Weird Al - “Eat It”

Joe Pesci - “Wise Guy”

Hard & Phirm - “Pi”

Dragon Boy Suede - “Nut Valet”

[esosazuwawrites]

November 14, 2022 | NaNoWriMo 2022 | Day 1-13

WORD COUNT: 29776/50000 (59%)

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So I haven't updated for the first half of Nano because I hadn't posted my intro yet so I felt weird.

Nano is going extremely well for me because I am way above my word count and I'm writing so much! I haven't written this consistently or enjoyably since last year, so I feel really euphoric about the whole thing.

I've written so much because I've planned for 64+ chapters, so I have a feeling that if I hit 50k words early, I probably won't have my story finished. I'll use the rest of November to finish it and go way about my word count.

My favourite characters are quickly becoming Grace and Janelle because I love an eccentric WLW couple.

Anyway, the chapters are pretty short, so I'm burning through them very quickly.

I hope I don't have any assignments or big projects at school because I don't want to stop writing. But I need to set boundaries.

I watched X-Factor, American Idol, and The Voice very frequently under the guise of research. Honestly, I love those shows so I just wanted an excuse to watch them!

Excerpt

I wobble up in my newfound heels and head over to the frontmost part of the backstage area. Halle is already on stage gleefully opening the show and introducing the beloved guest Andre. Everyone seems so excited. I hope I don’t disappoint them.

She begins to introduce the first act, and soon the theatre goes dark, as the person’s intro video plays on the screen. I remember his name as Malik, and he was one of those acts who had a guitar. He walks onto the stage and sits onto a barstool set up for him. As soon as his video ends, he’s playing a song I’ve never heard before, so it must be an original.

I still wish I got to play “Across The Universe”. It was such a beautiful song and I longed to hear what I could make it. It would sound so beautiful. If only Lennox could see my vision.

I forced the thoughts out of my head, not wanting to jumble the melodies. After the person who followed Malik, it was me. I hoped that my family was seeing me perform so that they could see how much this meant to me. 

Not them.

Me.

Malik came back and Halle traded his place and announced a commercial break. I sighed in relief at the extended time. I congratulated Malik before he sat down. I hoped that he would make it. I hoped everyone would make it. But that was a far-fetched dream.

I saw them setting up the huge platforms where Penny and May were supposed to dance on, and felt my stomach churn. 

This was really happening. I was going to sing in my second-ever live performance. I sucked in a breath. I knew the lyrics. I knew how I was supposed to sing. I knew how I was supposed to move. It wouldn’t just fly from my brain.

The commercial break finally ended, and it was time for me to face my fate. I was escorted onto the stage in the middle of the boxes and soon the commercials ended. Halle spoke from some random platform near the judges table, and introduced me.

My intro video played, showing the interviews I did over the week, and an in-depth look at my rehearsal footage. I didn’t recognize half of this footage. All the parts where I was yelled at, were edited out and only the nice ones were shown. I tried not to let it bother me. I didn’t even know they were taking some of this footage. Nonetheless, it showed all my moments from the week.

My intro clip moved into the screen and then faded to black. The metronome queued up in my in-ears. 

Oh gosh, this was really happening.

I thought that adrenaline was my favourite feeling. I felt it every time I got the right answer on a test, before it was even graded. Feeling all my notes I’d studied jumble out of my head and on my page perfectly. 

Maybe this is a test. I’ve prepared for it nonstop, but yet I feel like I haven’t studied at all.

“Track: Call Out My Name,” my in-ears told me to the beat of the metronome. “Artist in position. Intro, 2…3…4.”

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May 27th, 2022

Today was kind of a rough one. Not because of anything we did, but because my foot pain is becoming debilitating. I can’t tell if it’s normal to be in this much pain because my body simply isn’t used to walking 5-10 miles a day, or if something is genuinely wrong. Either way, it’s really taking away from my enjoyment and I hope it stops.

Anyways, we met at the station again this morning, and I finally tried this popular chain, “Joe and the Juice-“ it was alright. It’s basically their version of Starbucks (there are zero Starbucks downtown as far as I can tell, by the way!). I probably just didn’t order the best thing- Idk I got some sort of “Energizer” drink, it had ginger and some sort of omega-3 ingredient that left a fishy aftertaste for a long while. Definitely gonna try something else if I go back to another one of those.

Anyways, we met up with the group in some light rain at the train station this time, rather than the courtyard. Our destination today was Hillerod, to see the castle and explore the town. We hopped on our train and rode it to the end of the line. I don’t know what it is about train rides (it could still be jet lag) but they make me oh so sleepy. It went by relatively quickly, as I spent most of the ride editing photos for the May 26th blog post. Once we got there, we set off on a lovely walk through the town and surrounding nature. Slowly, the castle in the distance grew closer.

Surrounding the castle is this gorgeous, scenic lake- full of lush greenery and friendly birds, ducks, and swans (and baby swans). We established a later meeting point, and set off to the castle with 4 hours to explore whatever we wanted to explore in the town. The castle interior was gorgeous. In hindsight, now that my feet aren’t eating me alive, it was so, so rich with Art- hidden decor or paintings in every corner. We entered into this gorgeous room/hall with walls covered in deer motifs (With presumably real antlers) and one cat (sorry, I will always notice cat themed things wherever I go). There were also some funky decorations that didn’t really have an explanation- they were just… bits of taxidermied birds jutting out of fake cake? Bizarre, but interesting nonetheless.

The first part of the exhibit was an incredibly ornate chapel- again, art on literally every possible surface. On the walls, 10 or so ginormous Christian paintings in a gorgeous art style. On the pillars, paintings of saints- the ceiling, elaborate ornamentation and extremely pink, fleshy relief sculptures. It was a maximalist delight for the eyes that I really, really, really wish I could have been fully present and engaged with (frowny face). (Guess I need to learn how to cope with my pain… or go buy stupidly expensive comfort shoes that may or may not work. Shrug). Anyways- absolutely gorgeous. I also noticed I keep seeing this symbol of a C with a number inside of it everywhere- This chapel had one with “IX” inside of a C- I’ll have to look into what that means, as a similar symbol is on our dorm BaseCamp building.

The next room after the chapel had gorgeous windows with tiny paintings adorning it around the borders. So, so cool. From there, we walked through room after room after room of elaborate art and portraiture of royal families and important historical figures- I really regret not having done historical research prior to coming here. Maybe I’ll research up some of the other places we’ll be going to. But, anyways, there was so, so, so much art that I saw that was either as good as or better than the art I’ve learned about in my art history courses, all of it just sitting there crowded on walls together, within touching distance- some of the paintings sitting right next to open windows (hello, preservation, anyone? The windows had a nasty glare that ruined so many of my photos, too :P)

Of the rooms I paced through, my favorite was of some ceiling art. This entire ceiling was covered in monochromatic portraits of the different Greek deities, and in the center was a raised dome in bold blue and gold, featuring constellations and zodiac signs. Looking back on some of my photos of this room now, I realize they are blurry and I didn’t take enough. Man does that make me die inside a little. Whoops.

Anyways, I eventually got separated from everyone and was, essentially, walking alone through these large rooms filled with fancy portraits and furniture (so many chairs, none of them could I sit on….. my poor feet. Sorry, I’ll shut up about the pain now haha). After seeing most of the portraits, I meandered up to the next floor to the modern/contemporary art collection they had- saw some cool portraits of contemporary figures, some funny portraits of contemporary Danish culture, some sad (like one about the realities of war), and I saw a Warhol piece that I never knew existed!

After roaming the castle’s collections to the extent I desired, I limped out and slowly made my way back around the path of the lake, stopping to photograph friendly birds, to go find a bite to eat. I made it back to the Main Street area with only an hour left to kill. I didn’t want to risk going to a sit-down place, so I popped over to a hotdog shack. Only after I ordered did I realize that they didn’t take card and I was down to the last of my cash before I hit the ATM some time in the next few days. Luckily, I had just enough coinage to cover the 30 DKK cost. It was a DAMN good hotdog- especially after hours of being starving and in pain. A damn good hotdog. I ate it like I hadn’t eaten in days. It had bread and butter pickles, standard ketchup/mustard, and some sort of yummy crunchy breading. So. Good.

After that, I tried to shop, but things seemed pricey. I went into a shoe store feeling hopeful, then less hopeful after seeing 1,000 DKK price tags ($150). It’s really hard to put a price on my comfort, not going to lie. But I don’t feel comfortable dropping that much on shoes that 1) I won’t use for anything when I get home, 2) might not even help the pain. I tried a couple other stores, but they were mostly either home goods, full of clothes for teeny tiny skinny human beings (most only went up to a size L at most- and definitely not an American style size L. Could maybe fit one arm in those shirts, and that’s being generous). Yet, I wound up with about 45 minutes to kill. So, luckily, I found a delicious looking gelato store. I walked in, saw this cool pistachio ginger flavor that my family would probably call me weird for ordering, and asked for a large scoop of it, happily chowing down while I walked back to our meeting place.

I was first, others joined. I saw a guy eating a sandwich get attacked by this bird that looked like a crow but with a silver chest (cool birds here ngl), so that was funny. I’m pretty sure the bird only attacked him because they were getting too close before and he did some jerk move to scare them off, so it was funny watching them get their justice. Smart birds. Eventually some of my trip mates and I ducked into a store to get shelter from the cold, cold wind. Not long after, the rest of the group met up and we went back to the train. By now, the pain had me exhausted so the moment we hit the train, I popped an earbud in (I’d gone almost a whole week without listening to my music- isn’t that strange?) and passed out. So sleepy. I was barely sentient when the train ride ended and we all walked back up to street level, got tomorrow’s meeting time, and walked home. Obviously, I wasn’t done resting, so I took an hour long nap back at the dorms. Wasn’t enough sleep- and I’m yawning as I type (even after drinking a red bull a few hours ago. What a scam) so I am so looking forward to bed tonight.

The original plan was to go to a club tonight in a different part of town with a big group. But most of the girls went out to do more shopping (I had some good finds) after I got up from my nap. We spent some time going in and out of a few different stores, but, same problem as earlier, they were not plus-size friendly so I really was only looking. But that was okay, because some of the clothes were strange- like a trench coat that looked like it was made of tin foil, a leather vest straight out of How to Train Your Dragon, and several bold green and neon orange statement pieces that were easily 1000-3000 DKK (again, 1000 is $150). Even at the two affordable stores we visited, there wasn’t really any particular style I was vibing with. I just got a tote bag and a mug. Not easy being a big gal in Copenhagen if you want fancy clothes, I guess. (Which is so bizarre to me- there are definitely plus size people here, I’ve seen many, but not a single store I went to today had literally anything over XL… at BEST. Makes me angry).

Oh, anyways, the clubbing. We collectively decided (pardon my French) fuck that. None of the gals had the spirit to go- it was so, so cold, pretty rainy, and none of us had time to get ready after we’d get back because the guys wanted to go immediately after the club opened. So we grabbed a nice 7/11 dinner (and, listen, I know 7/11 food in the states is scary, but here it is honestly just as good if not better than cafe food. And cheaper) and walked back to BaseCamp through the park. It was nice having a break from the testosterone- we just sat in the basement lounge, eating and discussing our lives and our time in college. Eventually Kelsey wanted to leave to dye her hair, so we split ways- which I’m not mad about. These blog posts take an hour, I honestly want to go to sleep right now, and it gives me enough time to do both. Gods am I exhausted.

Well, I hope tomorrow is easier on me! We go to Sweden for the day!!! So, so, excited.

[bananabumper75]

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[ketamineharry]

You and Me- Harry Lewis

Requested: Yes ~ hii can i please get one where reader and harry both really like each other but they both haven’t dated in a really long time so they have no idea what to do lmaoo, just a funny and fluffy one of you don’t mind 

Authors Note: I am so sorry for how long this took to come out. At the time this was requested, I don’t think I had posted any fluff. It’s taken me quite a while to feel comfortable enough with writing something on this scale of said fluff. Nonetheless, I hope this is still enjoyable x 

The moment that you had matched with Harry on Tinder, something about it felt like it wasn’t just going to be a meaningless hookup. Perhaps it was how brutally honest he was in his profile, or the fact that he hadn’t necessarily used the most conventionally attractive photos. Something about his profile, just seemed to be more authentic than the others you had previously matched with.

He had been the one to strike up conversation, asking you how your day had been. Unlike the matches you had where this had merely been a conversation starter; something they could ask to simply open conversation to more explicit topics, Harry seemed to actually care. Asking follow up questions and building a conversation.

After a few days of exchanging messages via Tinder, Harry had asked whether you could exchange numbers. Things were going pretty well, so you had agreed. Which meant that you had the convenience of being able to text back easily, as sometimes Tinder notifications wouldn’t come through on time. It only provided you with more time that you were able to converse with him, bringing you inevitably closer.

Late one Saturday evening, you were sitting at home, watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, when your phone started ringing. It was Harry FaceTiming you. Reluctantly, you answered the call. It wasn’t exactly ideal for the first time for you to see each other in motion, for you to be bare faced, in an old baggy jumper, wrapped in a blue fluffy blanket. Your hair thrown up in a messy bun. However, as you answered, Harry’s massive grin instantly put you at ease. His manor revealing that he was at the very least tipsy.

“You are so pretty.” He beamed.

A deep blush crept its way onto your cheeks. The compliment, although simple, was unexpected and genuine. He was lovely. You quietly thanked him.

“I just wanted to know what day it is Y/N. I know that you’d be willing to assist.” He slurred, as he leaned against a lamp post. His features being illuminated in the bright yellow light.

“It’s Saturday, the third of April.” You stated, a slight laugh escaped your lips.

“Thank you… I’m going to regret all of this in the morning.” He started with a low chuckle. “One thing I won’t regret though, do ya fancy going on a date tomorrow? I was thinking maybe bottomless brunch?” He asked as he tried to regain some sort of composure, in an attempt to try and convey that he was serious when he was asking you.

“Are you sure you want to? From the state that you’re in, it looks like you might be nursing the hangover from hell tomorrow.”

“If I wasn’t at least a little bit tipsy, Y/N… I wouldn’t have the courage to ask you out. You are way out of my league.” He stated, emphasising the way.

You thought about it for a moment. You had nothing to lose. He seemed like a fantastic guy. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have invested as much time as you already had into him. The date he had suggested was in a public place, and you were more than able to text one of your friends letting them know where you were. Just in case something did go wrong.

“Sure, Harry… I’m down.”

The same huge grin that you had been greeted with at the beginning of the call was now back. Accentuated by the light that he was standing under. He looked so handsome.

“Fantastic, I’ll text you the details. Goodnight, Y/N.” He mumbled, as he fumbled with his phone trying to disconnect the call.

As soon as the call ended, your phone vibrated, the details of the date including location and time. You set an alarm on your phone for a time to wake up, allowing yourself enough time to get ready and panic about getting ready.

--

You had just gotten out of the shower, the nervous knots in your stomach only increased as time passed. If Harry was anything like you thought he would be in person, you wanted to impress him. Even if it were only for this one date. After all, he had the thought to plan something like this out. Asking to meet you in the morning, instead of asking to meet up for a drink in the evening. Everything just mounted up. From what you could tell, he was taking this seriously. Which only increased your nerves, as it had been a few years since you had been on a serious date.

As quickly as you could, you dried yourself off. You had decided last night on the outfit you were going to wear. A light blue off the shoulder top, with some white jeans and beige sandals. You checked yourself over in the mirror, trying to smooth down the fabric, as much as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was look out of place, or, like you hadn’t made enough effort.

You moved onto your hair, straightening it to perfection. Before applying some light makeup. You quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror, deciding that this would do. It wasn’t perfect, but, you wouldn’t feel ashamed of being near him like this. He was beautiful without effort.

--

You clutched your bag in front of you, as you walked into the little cafe, searching the sea of people for Harry. Right at the back, next to the window, you could see a tall blonde figure. You held eye-contact for a moment, before realisation set in for the both of you. Smiles broke out on both of your faces, as Harry beckoned you over to the table.

You made your way over to the table, as you did, Harry got up from his seat and met you halfway. He interlaced his fingers with yours, as he led you back to the table. Although this was the first proper contact that you had with him, it all felt so natural. Like his hand was made to fit yours, just so. Once you were at the table, in the far reaches of the cafe it felt like you had more privacy. Like it was just you and Harry.

Before either of you sat down, he engulfed you into a tight hug. His musky scent, providing you with a net of safety from your usual anxiety about PDA.

“You look lovely.” He whispered into your hair, just loud enough for you to hear.

The meal seemed to go by so quickly, both of you getting lost in each other. Eye contact never seemed to break, as you just got lost in each other. Everything just naturally slotted into place. Nothing had to be forced, being on this date with him felt as natural as breathing.

Soon enough, however, you were both completely full. Bellies stuffed with bacon and danish pastries. Harry got up from his seat, once again and helped you out of yours. He held your hand as you walked out of the cafe. Typical British weather meant that it was already pouring with rain. The air, so much colder than when you had started the date. It provided you with an excuse to be able to huddle up to him, as you rested your head on his arm.

Your clumsiness combined with the wet paving of the British streets, did mean that you took a stumble however, your hand slipped out of Harry’s as you tried to protect your fall. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad. Harry’s nervous laugh, however, was so contagious that the stinging pain in your hands didn’t really bother you anymore. You just had to join in. Once you had both regained your composure, Harry offered his hand out to you and helped you up off of the floor.

As soon as you were stable on your feet, you were able to spot a taxi to take you home. You informed Harry of such, and he walked you over to it.

“Thank you for agreeing to this date. It’s been amazing, and I’d love to see you again.” He said.

“I’d love to.” You confirmed.

He wrapped you in a hug, once again the goodbye felt bitter-sweet. The date had gone so well. But, you just didn’t want it to end. Spending time with Harry was amazing. So much more amazing than you could have ever anticipated. Neither of you wanted to break away from this hug. This moment, as cheesy as it was, belonged to the both of you. Harry rested his forehead on yours, upping the intimacy. Yet, still being reserved as far as you were concerned.

“Kiss me.” You requested.

He placed a hand on your cheek, brushing your wet hair out of the way before softly pressing his lips against yours. The busy streets of London, didn’t seem to bother you, as your lips connected. You were just lost in him. The kiss, although not frenzied, drove just how much passion the both of you felt for each other to the forefront to the both of your minds.

The beeping of the taxi, who had been waiting for you to enter, was the only thing that knocked you out of the bubble that you had shared with Harry for the past couple of minutes.

“I’ll see you really soon.” Harry said, as you got into the back.

“Yeah.” You smiled, as you gave him a small wave.

[ruewrites]

Mwah, beautiful SimeBarb. If you don’t mind, Simeon taking care of Barbatos when he is either sick or has collapsed due to overworking? We all know Barb would tryta hide it or be a stubborn jackass abt it, but he’d have a v hard time hiding or arguing with Angel BF- -Resident SimeBarb Enjoyer

The Duality of an Angel

AO3

Ship: Barbatos/Simeon

Word Count: 1282

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello Hello Anon! Sorry this took me so long to get out! It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write them with them still being kind of themselves. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Barbatos would never admit to how tired he was feeling. It was a shortcoming on his own part. A shortcoming could lead to his lord doubting him and his abilities. That wasn’t something he could have. Barbatos was more than capable. He could power through this. He didn’t need to acknowledge his screaming body. Didn’t need-

“Oh! Why, hello there Barbatos.”

Simeon was firm. It was the first thing that crossed Barbatos’ mind as they collided. Simeon was always a warm being, whether it was a gentle kindness or a crushing wrath emanating from him. Simeon was interesting like that, he was a creature of duality. In many ways he was a caregiver. Of course he watched over Luke, that was more than obvious, he was like a father or an uncle to Luke. His care often found its way extending to the brothers and Solomon as well. He was simply nurturing. Well, he was nurturing when he wasn’t directing or taking charge. 

“Hello Simeon! Please accept my apologies, I didn’t see you standing there.” Barbatos offered him a slight bow before quickly snapping back up to his original position. He didn’t have time, not today. Perhaps tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. It was always a hesitant yes with Barbatos when it came to breaks. It was never a stamp made in permanent ink, but rather a light sketch waiting to be erased as soon as it was too inconvenient. 

Simeon laughed, and let his hands rest upon Barbatos’ shoulders, “No apology needed. I would have rather you fallen on me than on the floor. I know Luke personally would be horrified if you were ever hurt."

Barbatos had little doubts over that. The young angel could be fussy, especially when he was concerned. Barbatos once had boiling water splash onto his finger while cooking and Luke was immediately thrown into a frenzy, desperately searching for a first aid kit as if Barbatos' life were on the line. Barbatos was nowhere near perishing, he'd been far closer on occasions involving the brother (and Solomon), but nonetheless he allowed Luke to bandage him up.

"I do believe you're right. Would you mind telling him hello for me? I haven't seen him at all today." 

And he most likely wouldn't with all the tasks he had yet to complete. 

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" Simeon blocked his path, one hand resting on his hip and the other drooping by his side. To any other student, Simeon would have looked like the perfect picture of calm. He was relaxed, laid back, not a single care in all of the three realms could possibly bother him. But Barbatos knew better. The intense glint in the angel's eyes was the first thing he noticed, and he didn't know how anyone could miss it. It was unwavering, determined. It stated that Simeon intended to get his way, that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “You’re always inviting me out for tea Barbatos. Why don’t you let me return the favor?”

“I’m really quite busy at the moment, and I wouldn’t want to bother either of you.”

Barbatos tried to move away, to leave the conversation there, but Simeon stepped in front of him  and held his hand up.

“Nonsense! We’d love to have you Barbatos, I’ll send Diavolo a text and let him know where you’ll be. I think Luke wanted to make a strawberry shortcake.”

The fight for Simeon’s D.D.D was short lived. A back and forth of ‘you really don’t have to’  and ‘I insist’ among other words. Barbatos wasn’t sure if it was just Simeon or their somewhat assertive banter that resulted in the atrocious abnormality of what appeared to be words and some form of sentence structure (if one could even call it that).  He wasn’t sure if Diavolo responded, and he would never know what he said. A bit of an exaggeration, he knew. Barbatos could always ask Diavolo himself. But the whole situation had him quite anxious. He’d be missing a student council meeting. Barbatos never missed student council meetings. Not once. Not ever. He was always there, slightly behind his master’s shoulder as Lucifer spoke. Would things go well without him?

He could only guess as he sat at Purgatory Hall’s coffee table, staring down away from the bright walls that were so very different from the Demon Lord’s Castle. Simeon wouldn’t even allow him to help with preparations. The angel would tut at him and wag his finger whenever he tried to touch anything. Sometimes he wouldn’t even smack his hand away if he got too close. In any other situation Barbatos would have felt offended, but right now the only thing running through his mind was all the work he wasn’t getting done and every task he could be doing. 

Instead he was sitting at the common room coffee table in Purgatory Hall with tea and cake sitting patiently in front of him. The couch should feel comfortable and heavenly, but he felt like someone had lit a fire beneath him, like he was doing some sort of atrocious wrong, some act that could never possibly be forgiven. 

"Are you afraid of our snacks Barbatos?" Simeon asked, taking a seat next to him and sipping at the tea in his own cup. "I promise that Solomon didn't touch them, only Luke and myself."

"Ah, well that is certainly wonderful news to hear. He has plenty of passion, but lacks-”

“Skill?” Simeon laughed and pushed the tea closer to him, “Believe me I know. I can’t even begin to count the number of sleepless nights I’ve had, and it looks like you haven’t slept in quite a while either.”

He was right. Barbatos would never admit how heavy his eyes felt, how he'd been pushing himself to the brink for weeks.  Diavolo wasn't aware. He couldn't bear the thought of him being aware. To him that would be a fate worse than death, seeing the pity and guilt behind those eyes. 

"Why don't you rest here for a bit?"

Barbatos didn't say a word as he lifted the tea to his mouth. His body was fighting against his will now, his movements becoming shaky and clumsy despite his sharp wit. He was nowhere near as efficient as he should be. How could he possibly serve his lord in a way he deserved like this?

The tea touched his lips.

Chamomile.

Barbatos didn't remember when his head had come to rest on Simeon's shoulder, but now that he was here he could feel himself slipping away. He was falling deeper and deeper into the siren's sweet song. Simeon was firm, yes, but also warm, and soft, and gentle. No wonder he was able to beckon so many little lambs to his side. It took a gentle yet firm hand, one he recognized himself. Had he let himself fall into his own tactics? He could have laughed right then if he wasn’t slipping away. Sneaky sneaky angel.  As his eyes fell shut he managed to utter a few final words, "Don't let me rest for too long."

Simeon smiled, plucking the cup from Barbato's hands and leaning back into the couch. Barbatos didn't need to know about the texts he sent Diavolo. He didn't need to know that he was well aware of how the butler had been overexerting himself. Did he know how peaceful he looked when he slept? Fingers ran through dark green locks before Simeon also found himself relaxing back into the couch.  A little sleep certainly wouldn't kill Barbatos. And if he ended up staying for a few hours-

Well then.

Simeon certainly wouldn't be complaining.

[narrators-journal]

Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Pastries & Memories

Relationship: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Reader Warnings: manipulation, mentions of stalking, gaslighting, mentions of kidnap and harm Summary: The smell of pastries brings back triggers the unsettling memory of how you actually met Bucky. But when you confront him, there's no telling what's right anymore. A/N: i’ve been really into dark fics lately and naturally wanted to give it a shot! this certainly isn’t the wildest, darkest piece out there but this is me just dipping my toes in the water. i hope it’s still enjoyable!

Masterlist

He had taken you in. Comforted you. Welcomed you. Loved you. Saved you. Protected you.

At least — that was how your brain fuzzily pieced it together. How you actually ended up living in this apartment was a bit beyond your reach mentally. You could remember the outdoors, walking somewhere… then… then you were off. Bucky, you thought, told a different story.

But none of it actually mattered, really. In reality, you felt like you had always been with him. You two had finally connected one day and the rest had become history. He was all you needed. A lover, a protector, a rock.

You reeled in your wandering mind as you stood at the kitchen counter cutting up some strawberries. There was a little farmers market that had set up in the city last week and after a little persuasion, Bucky allowed you to check it out. He gave you some cash and you had chosen the most lovely looking strawberries. You felt a bit proud of yourself for venturing out of the apartment completely unaware that he was tailing you closely as you went, always on the lookout for his best girl.

When you had gotten back to the apartment that afternoon, he had pestered you about what you were going to make with the berries. You had giggled and pushed him away, commenting on how he hovered around like an anxious puppy. You hadn’t seen the stiff stance he took as darkness flashed in his eyes.

Truthfully, you hadn’t really decided what you were going to make with them at the time. Indecisive, you asked Bucky to look for some strawberry recipes online. Your internet access was greatly limited by your protective boyfriend but you didn’t really mind. Whatever was out there nowadays couldn’t have been more important than your love — well, except for strawberry treats, you realized.

Bucky obliged and hunted around for some baking blogs for you to browse. Eventually, you had settled on a fresh strawberry pie. The filling didn’t call for a jam like the others did, instead choosing to highlight the lusciousness of the fresh fruit. That sounded perfect for these lovely berries.

So, there you stood, dicing them carefully as you waited for the pie crust to get done with its par-bake. Bucky had collected the items for you from the store earlier that week but you wouldn’t give him a clue as to what you were baking. He had seemed pretty upset with that, almost threatening to not pick up the items, but then you explained you wanted to surprise him. He worked hard, you said, and he deserved to come home to some fresh baked goods.

Although, you maybe should’ve told him when you were going to make it.

As you were just finishing up with the strawberries, Bucky walked through the apartment door, giving a resounding "hello" to you. You greeted him back.

Bucky placed a large kiss on your cheek and proceeded to place a paper bag on the counter next to you. The outside of it had a logo for the bakery you thought you had read about just a few streets over. You frowned at the sight. Why…

"Oh, gosh," Bucky sighed as he looked around at the hectic kitchen. "I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t realize you were making your strawberry thing today. I wouldn’t have stopped at the bakery."

Your eyes shot from the bag to your boyfriend. "T-That’s fine, honey. I should’ve told you."

"Well, I guess you can never have too many sweets, right?" He asked with a light chuckle. You smiled in return, your mind still taking in that bakery bag. Bucky walked over to it now and opened it, letting the fresh smell of pastries hit your nose. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You knew that smell — how did you know that smell? You gave an odd sniff, taking in the scent of baked dough and custardy filling. You knew that. A cheese danish. How did you know that?

Tears began forming in your eyes but you weren't exactly sure why — hell, you weren’t sure of anything right now. Where had this overwhelming sensation appeared from? The danish? Were you just hungry? Your hands were shaking. You saw the bakery flash in your mind. You had walked past it before — why would you have done that? Bucky never let you go that way citing the city safety. But you had once.

You were walking past the bakery, suddenly craving a pastry. But you didn’t stop for one. No — it was early morning and you were late. Late for what? You didn’t work. Except that maybe you had.

Bucky came into frame now. His smile was wide but his eyes were dead. He said some words — you couldn’t make them out — and you tried stepping around him. He didn’t like that. Of course not. Bucky was a stickler when it came to listening to him, to say the least. But you knew that was always for the best so why did you disobey him that time? He grabbed your arm in the memory. And then there was a pain in your neck. You were under now. Into the darkness.

You gasped as the memories suddenly dissolved. A hand was gripping your arm once more. But this time was very real and it was from a very, very concerned Bucky.

"Doll?" He asked, his eyes growing with worry and…anger? "What’s wrong?"

You couldn’t blink the tears away fast enough. What was that? Your mind was swimming as you tried finding some words to answer Bucky.

"N-Nothing."

"Nothing?" He frowned. "You’re crying."

A ding came from the oven. You mumbled a silent thank you and quickly went to tend to your pie crust. You pulled it out and placed it on the cooling rack before turning back to your strawberry filling. According to this recipe it needed a few more items…

"Sweetheart," Bucky’s voice boomed through the apartment. You jumped, nearly forgetting he was standing right over you. Your obliviousness far from an accident. "What’s going on?"

You eyed the bakery bag. Bucky had now taken the pastries out and placed them on a platter. Cheese danishes confirmed. You gulped.

"Could you… Could you tell me about the day we met, again?" You asked the question slowly, carefully, as that bakery logo flooded your mind. It was abruptly disrupted by Bucky plunging something into your neck. You shook your head and turned back to the filling, adding what was instructed.

Your question wasn’t really a weird one. You enjoyed hearing the story of how you two met as your memory was not really the best these days. You never did find out why…

"We met at a coffee shop," Bucky explained. You could tell he was suspicious but he amused you nonetheless. "I had seen you a few times in there before and, thankfully, one day I got the courage to speak to you. I asked you what book you were reading and you told me about it. We talked until closing time. I couldn’t get you out of my mind from that point on."

You nodded, letting the familiar story wash over you. This time, though, it felt so foreign. Like it was a fairytale. Too perfect. Too natural. You looked at the pastries, halting all progress on the pie.

"Well, then," you said, "I guess I just had the weirdest thoughts."

Bucky took a step closer to you. His front was nearly fully pressed into your back. "What kind of thoughts?"

You shook your head. "It’s silly-,"

His hand gripped your arm tightly. "Tell me."

You wanted to turn away. Wanted somehow to get out of this position. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. You were supposed to surprise him with a nice pie once he got home. He’d shower you with love and thank you’s before you turned your attention to dinner. While you made dinner, he’d watch some sports game on the television. You two would then eat like a nice couple and Bucky would compliment you profusely. That was how it all should’ve gone. That was how the good days went.

You wanted today to be a good day. But it was turning into a bad one real fast despite how much you really didn’t want to go down that path. Bad days were few and far between now but you remembered them in bits and pieces from the beginning of your relationship. They were just glimpses but, boy were they strong. You had forgotten things a lot or took long to understand something and Bucky had little patience for it back then. There was the pushing, the yelling, the degrading… No, no. You couldn’t turn down there but you couldn’t lie—

"I saw myself walking," you said, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "It was a nice morning it seemed and I had walked past that bakery." You pointed to the bag. Bucky stiffened. "I thought I wanted a pastry but I was…late? I don’t remember the details and then you were suddenly there. You said something and eventually took me by the arm. Then there was a pain in my neck. It all went black."

There. The words were out. You explained it and now all you could do was pray and pray and pray that nothing bad came from this. You couldn’t stop your thoughts, really. Something happened there. That damn bakery, you guessed.

"Doll," Bucky tsked. He didn’t sound too angry just…dismissive. "Maybe you should go lay down. You’re not thinking right."

Your jaw went slack as you turned around. Bucky’s hand left your arm but you were now pressed against the counter, his body practically toppling over yours. Still, you looked up at him, in a bit of shock. He looked pretty calm — not at all mad, thankfully — as he stared down at you in worry.

"I— I think I know what I saw, Bucky," you insisted. He shook his head.

"You know your memory isn’t very good, honey," he said. "I think maybe you’ve been reading too many of those thriller novels. Might be mixing up fiction and reality." He motioned towards the bookshelf in the apartment holding your favorite books. Your brows furrowed at it. You owned maybe two thrillers and neither dealt with…anything like that.

"But it was me in the memory. I swore I was walking and there — there was that bakery!" You exclaimed, pointing at the bag. "You were there in front of me. Why were you there, Bucky? Did… Did something happen?"

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he looked over you. His eyes were a bit darker now, taking in your stubborn form. You tried holding your ground under his gaze but you were too intimidated by him. Besides, a bad day could be upon you. But you also felt your curiosity was justified and he hadn’t snapped right away. Was there really something to this?

But Bucky just shook his head again. "I really don’t know what you’re talking about," he sighed. "Why would you have even been over by that bakery? I tell you to stay away from there, don’t I? Unless you’ve been sneaking out."

Your jaw dropped fully this time. That was near to impossible it felt like not to mention it was absolutely something you’d never do. You’d never break Bucky’s trust like that. You knew the consequences that could come from it. They could even follow if he had just thought you did something. That was another part of the path you had to steer from.

"N-No!" You placed your hands on his chest, trying to reason. "I didn’t, Bucky, I swear. Y-You’re right. I’d never be over there, that’s such a silly thought to have. I must’ve read about it or something. The newspaper can be so graphic sometimes." You now prayed you were handling this right.

Bucky’s eyes searched you fiercely as you waited for his judgment to reign down upon you. He took your hands in his in an almost crushing hold. You tried to steady your breathing. Every word was pretty true. It must’ve just been something insane you had read. This could never happen to you. Not with someone like Bucky around. Your protector in many ways.

Eventually, Bucky nodded and said, "I’m canceling the paper subscription until you get better. I don’t want you getting scared like this, sweetheart." A beat. You let out a sigh of relief. "That means no more thriller novels either, okay? I need my sweet girl back. You’ve become so jittery." With that explanation, Bucky pulled you into a hug, his arms tight around you. You reciprocated, throwing your arms around his neck. You were glad he couldn’t see your confused expression. You hadn’t become jittery…had you? Maybe this outburst was a sign of something to come. Bucky was pretty smart when it came to stuff like that.

"I’m sorry to worry you," you mumbled.

Bucky pulled away. He forced you two eye-to-eye once more. His hand came to your cheek, caressing softly. "I just want to protect my girl, okay? That’s a lot of bad things out there."

You agreed and Bucky gave a small smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He eventually broke the hug and you watched as he took the bakery bag and its treats. Both were immediately dropped into the trash.

"What did you do that for?" You asked. You actually wouldn’t mind a cheese danish now.

Bucky shrugged, his smirk doing little to hide the concern for you. "Who needs that when my girl is making me a homemade pie?" Bucky took a strawberry from the bowl and popped it in his mouth. You gasped at his action, swatting his hands away while he laughed like a child.

The situation was now suddenly long forgotten. So fast, so swift. As he had wanted.

You turned back to the pie filling, completely oblivious to Bucky’s sudden change in expression. His dark eyes roamed over you like a hawk to prey.

[archaxwii]

The Tiny Fox Thief

Warnings: This story contains soft, safe, vore. Scott catches Fundy trying to steal his stuff for the 100th time and decides to punish him to deter him from doing it again.

I promise I didn’t stop wanting to write these, I originally wrote this like two months ago but works been rough recently and killing my motivation and time to write, but hey at least I got this out in time for Origins to come back? I’m hoping the next one won’t take as long but I can’t make any promises. Despite the long wait I hope you enjoy! 

A tiny fox man was rummaging through his things.

Again.

Scott had causally walked into his house to get some payment for Ranboo and Tubbo for a trade they were doing for his new build, and he was greeted with a familiar sight.

He opened one of his chests to grab some gold and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a tiny ball of orange fluff hiding behind a diamond that was suspiciously not with the other diamonds.

Scott rolled his eyes, he grabbed the gold he needed and safely stored it away from the greedy fox before plucking Fundy up from behind the diamond.

Said fox yelped a little at being caught and now being so close to the giant.

Scott shifted his grip so Fundy was gently held in his hands instead of dangling by the fingers. Even if he was a little thief Scott didn't want to hurt his friend.

Scott raised an eyebrow at him." This is the fifth time this month Fundy, don't you ever get tired of gong through people's things?" He questioned flatly.

Fundy gave Scott a sheepish look." Uh, heyyy, Scott...I uhh, don't know what you're talking about, I was just looking at your pretty gems, they're uhh, very shiny from down here, you know?" His eyes darted around, trying not to make eye contact with the agitated giant.

Scott didn't seem convinced.

"You know, you'd have your own shiny diamonds to look at if you went and got them yourself instead of stealing from other people." He deadpanned.

"Pshh, what's the fun in that?" A look of fear crossed his face as he realized his mistake." Uhh, not that I was stealing, cause, uh, heh I was totally not doing that, I promise haha." His ears flattened against the back of his head as he grinned nervously.

" What am I gonna do with you? You know I could blow you to smithereens right?" Scott shook his head. He was obviously joking, but a little intimidation never hurt anybody.

"Ahah, but you'd never do that right?" In the back of his mind he knew Scott wouldn't do that, but Fundy did shrink a little further into Scott's hand nonetheless.

"Hmm, maybe I should, teach you a lesson to quit stealin' from everyone." Scott threatened.

At first it was an empty threat, but a small rumble from his stomach gave him a different idea.

It wasn't uncommon for someone to go missing for a little while due to being tucked away in a persons belly. Most of the giants in this server had the ability to protect their prey and keep them safe for as long as they wanted, and for the ones who didn't have those powers there were potions that could easily help keep prey safe as well.

That's why Fundy knew as soon as he heard that growl, with the look that crossed Scott's face, that it was time to bolt. He immediately panicked and started trying to squirm out of the hand he was trapped in.

"I think I know a good place I can put you for tonight, maybe it'll teach you a lesson." Scott himself had never eaten anyone before, but he knew he had a control over his own digestive system, so he wouldn't actually hurt Fundy.

"P-please, Scott! I-I promise I won't steal again, I've changed, I've mended my ways and all that!" He stuttered frantically.

Now, Fundy has spent a fair few nights in the belly of one of his friends, especially after he'd been caught stealing from them, but just because he knew it was safe didn't mean he liked it. It was just so humiliating.

And I mean do you know how long it takes to get saliva out of fur?

In a stroke of luck, Fundy managed to squirm out of Scott's grip and he leapt off of Scott's hand onto the floor.

Fundy was speedier than the average tiny, fast enough to almost make it to the little hole the tinies used to get into Scott's house.

Key word there is almost.

Right as he got to the entrance, as the scent of the outside hit his muzzle...he was swept right back up into Scott's hands.

He whined as Scott's grinning face looked down at him." So close, yet so far Fundy." He petted Fundy's head with his thumb." I promise it's just for tonight, it'll be a good nights sleep and I'll let you out in the morning." Scott tried to reassure.

It was quite warm inside, it was soft and it was easy to fall asleep knowing he was safe.

Fundy huffed. That didn't mean he liked it! It was slimy and gross, it was so loud, and being eaten was so just embarrassing, and don't even get started on the trip down! No, he most certainly did not want to get eaten.

Scott kept a firm grip on him as he lifted Fundy above his head. Fundy yelped as Scott opened his mouth and unceremoniously dropped him in.

To Fundy this was a familiar hell. To Scott this was an unfamiliar heaven.

He hummed as he felt squirming around. Fundy battered his tiny paws at his teeth, trying to get him to open his mouth.

Scott didn't relent and instead started licking the little fox. He had a very salty taste that made his mouth water.

After Scott figured Fundy had been covered in enough saliva, he tilted his head back so Fundy knew what was coming. It was strange to feel Fundy physically tense, and after a couple seconds he swallowed him down.

Fundy yelped as he was shoved into the dark tunnel.

This was always his least favorite part. Not that he liked any of it, mind you. But this always left him dizzy and disoriented and feeling a bit sick.

He squirmed at the painful crushing that slowly pulled him down. He could tell Scott had never eaten someone before, it was much more painful than usual.

After a few more swallows his feet were pressed against something, he whined as he was squeezed through something much tighter and then unceremoniously dropped into a shallow pool of liquid.

Tired as the decent down left him, Fundy didn't hesitate to scramble up and start battering at the walls. He didn't want to actually hurt Scott, but he was still upset, it was so disgusting and humiliating. Why did they always do this to him?

Scott stumbled a bit, leaning against the chest at the unexpected assault on his stomach.

He didn't expect to be able to feel everything so strongly, and it felt kinda nice, despite the attack inside.

He hummed, pressing a hand to his stomach." You doing alright in there Fundy?" He inquired. He wanted to make sure he wasn't gonna actually hurt him.

"No, Scott, you just ate me!" He growled, trying to jump and climb up the slick walls to no avail." Please let me out, it's really gross in here!" He whined.

Scott chuckled, rubbing circles on his belly." Well I didn't exactly swallow you for your enjoyment, this is meant to be a punishment after all." He lowered his voice, tone more serious." Are you actually ok in there? I'm not hurting you, right?"

"...If I said yes would you let me out?"

"Fundy."

"Ok, ok, yeah I'm not dying or whatever." Fundy huffed, slumping against the wall with his arms over his chest.

"It's just for the night Fundy, I promise I'll let you out in the morning." He reassured.

Fundy remained grumpily silent, until Scott heard the thumping of footsteps and a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Scott?" Inquired the dark, imposing figure of Ranboo. The poor ender hybrid had to duck to see into the door.

Caught up in catching Fundy, Scott had forgotten his original goal when coming in here.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ranboo, I was trying to grab the gold for you guys and found a certain someone rummaging through my things again, so I had to deal with that." He quickly explained, sliding off the chest.

At the mention of Ranboo, Fundy scrambled up trying to claw at the walls again." Ranboo! Help me! I don't want to stay in here please!" He cried.

Unfortunately for Fundy, Ranboo couldn't hear him from the inside, but from the slight glance to Scott's belly he seemed to be able to figure out what happened.

Regardless of whether he knew or not Ranboo only lightly chuckled." You'd think he'd get tired of stealing one day." He stepped into the house, shaking his head." Well, do you have our stuff?"

Scott did a little "Oh yeah!" jump before turning around to dig in his chests. Fundy was still fiercely trying to get Ranboo's attention, which Scott blithely ignored.

After a couple seconds Ranboo was in the possession of 3 stacks of Redstone, a couple gold blocks, and some obsidian, and Scott now owned several stacks of concrete that he couldn't be bothered to harvest himself for a new build he was working on.

After saying their goodbye's Ranboo wandered off to...wherever he and Tubbo wandered off to, and Scott was left alone with Fundy, who was now grumpily sulking against the stomach wall.

After shifting his spades of concrete into his chests Scott retired to his room, flopping backwards onto his bed, trying not to jostle Fundy around too much.

He curled up around his middle, wrapping his arms around his stomach and allowing himself to revel in the sensation of Fundy being in there. Fundy wasn't moving much anymore but Scott could feel his weight, like a warm stone sat in the center of his belly. If he concentrated enough he could even feel the fox's soft breathing.

As much as Scott wanted to punish Fundy he did still feel bad for trapping him all night." You gonna be alright in there?" He softly asked.

Fundy huffed tiredly. It wasn't...that bad. It could actually be quite calming if he had wanted this to happen. It was much warmer than his cave and softer than the bed he slept on. The deep sounds of Scott's lungs and organs working around him did much better to soothe him than the dead silence he slept in at home. It wasn't really that bad in here if you ignored the disgusting amounts of slime...it's just that he hated feeling like food. And he knew nobody on the server felt like that towards him, but it didn't stop his brain from thinking about it that way.

He curled up tighter in a ball." I don't like being food for you guys." He mumbled, Scott could barely even hear the fox.

Scott pressed a hand to his belly, surprised at the sudden vulnerability. He didn't know Fundy felt that way about being eaten. Scott had assumed it was a fun game to him like it was everyone else." Fundy...none of us think like that about you, any of you, we like to have fun and mess with you guys but I-none of us- would ever think of you as food." He reassured. He'd never taken much consideration into how tinies really felt about being eaten, since people like Tubbo, Tommy, and Niki seemed to enjoy it (most of the time) and with the knowledge that it was safe, he didn't consider how negative it could be for some tinies.

He rubbed circles into his belly, feeling regretful." Do you actually want me to let you out? I don't want you to be in there if it upsets you."

Fundy sighed, licking at the few stray salty tears on his face."...No, there's no point when I'm already in here. And it isn't...that bad, I just...hate being reminded of where I am."

Scott chuckled lightly." Just think of it like a really weird waterbed, except with more slime." He offered.

Fundy snorted. It was like a waterbed of sorts, except it felt more like you were inside it than on top of it.

He laid his head down on his arms, closing his eyes. He didn't fall asleep immediately, but Scott's words soothed his nerves enough to where he found the stomach much less distressing than it had previously been. With Scott gently rubbing him and the sound of his heartbeat filling his ears and drowning out his thoughts, Fundy drifted to sleep.

Scott wasn't tired just yet. Being a Starborne, he much preferred being out at night and as such he was mostly nocturnal. He didn't mind staying awake anyway. He didn't know the next time he would be able to do something like this and wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible.

For now, Scott was content to just settle down and comfort Fundy. He'd had a rough couple hours thanks to him so he wanted to make him feel better as much as possible. He hadn't eaten tonight, but Fundy filled his belly enough where he didn't need to, a nice comfortable weight to keep the hunger at bay. He softly rubbed circles into his belly around Fundy, who seemed to slowly be drifting off. He was happy to lay like that for another few hours, enjoying the feeling of Fundy inside, as close and safe to him as a friend could be.

[funtimebunnyblog]

So! What about the god ok switch-a-roo? The pillarmen are now human and their s/os are pillarmen!

I interpreted this request as body swapping (similar to what we see in a much later part of JoJo) and I hope this is what you meant, my dear Anon! 🙏❤🥰

If not and you meant for me to write this in another way, I am SO sorry I misinterpreted the request and I sincerely hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! 😅😇

Body swapping with the Pillarmen! 😱 🔁

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• Ending up in your body will piss Kars off more than anything really.

• Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart; it's just that he's a man who is rather comfortable in his superiority and status over your race.

• He had worked VERY hard to get himself where he wanted to be afterall...

• Suddenly being reduced to a mere Human is enough to make his (er... your) stomach turn.

• Kars' new "limitations" in your body however didn't stop him from working out how this happened and, more importantly, how to UNDO it ASAP.

• When you happen to come to in Kars' body, the feeling is unsettling and strange to say the least.

• Piloting not only a Pillarmans body but Ultimate lifeform's as well will take you some getting used to for sure.

• For one thing, you'll come to find his hair gets in the way of EVERYTHING.

• If the wind blows or if you happen to turn sharply it's suddenly in your (well... his, but you get the idea) mouth or sticking in your eyes or just plain in your face!

• You can't understand how he stands it at all!

• There's no time for you to ask him to teach you how to wrap it up like he does either to remedy the issue so you have to grin and bear it.

• On the other hand, even the slightest jump in your emotions makes his arm blades spring forth!

• You almost ended up accidentally stabbing Kars (while he was in your body) as a result of getting worked up over the whole matter.

• Kars could only watch you floundering about in his body, frowning and shaking your human head as he told you repeatedly to keep calm and they'll stay put.

• As if you could keep level-headed at all in this situation as it was.

• On the upside ot things however... you learn some interesting things about Kars.

• "...Wait." you paused, peering down at the muscular legs beneath you; your eyes bore into Kars' boots with a critical gaze. There was something cushy sitting just below the heel on the inside.

• "Do you... have cloth wedged into your boots?" A sangria eyebrow raised, ruby eyes falling onto Kars.

• You watched as the features of your own face shifted dramatically, mouth falling open, scandalized. "I--" he began, but your voice fell short as he couldn't find anything to say in defense.

• "Do you do this to make yourself look taller?" A wheeze rose up in the Pillarman's chest, rich barking laughter ringing out as you doubled over in laughter.

• You suddenly came to the realization that you had never once seen Kars without his boots off, the pumps at the very bottom of the boots gave him a little boost as it was but on the inside it quite literally felt like you were wearing a pair of high heels.

• You were starting to wonder just how tall Kars really was. Hell, you were starting to wonder if he even passed Santana in height without these boots on!

• Your laughter fell short as a familiar, much smaller, hand reached up and grabbed your new body by the scarf. You were hauled down to meet the burning and intense gaze of your own eyes, Kars snarling right up into his own face.

• Jeeze, had your face always looked that red when you got angry before?

• "If you speak of this to ANYONE, I will spill each and every one of your own secrets to the others," he growled lowly, giving your voice an uncharacteristically harsh and grating tone. "Am I clear?"

• It took all you had inside not to call him "shortie" once things were finally back to the way they were and you both settled back into your own bodies.

• Despite your curiosity, your question on his exact height would never get answered.

• Kars knew how to put those arm blades to use better than you of course...

Esidisi:

• Oh boy... you have to be VERY careful piloting this one.

• And I mean the absolute definition of careful!

• When your consciousness ends up transfered into Esidisi's body, its no surprise that you feel very warm and fuzzy on the inside.

• It's almost a feeling akin to when you sit just a little too long in a bath that's a little too hot.

• Strangely, it was actually kind of a comforting feeling amongst this whole ordeal.

• However, if you're not careful with your emotions (warm and fuzzy feeling or not) than you might just accidentally end up burning a hole right through the Earth!

• Or worse... end up spraying scalding hot blood and flaying fleshy veins dripping with the stuff in all directions.

• Your core temperature has to constantly be monitored or you'll pay the price.

• It seems like even if you unfocus for one singular second, the Pillarman's entire body starts to smolder like a cake burning in an oven!

• Esidisi, on the other hand, is actually quite enjoying being in your body.

• He's having a much better time than you are for sure. In fact, he's laughing like this is nothing more than a game to him!

• You'll have to keep your eyes on him because he can't keep his (or rather, your) hands off your body.

• "Esidisi!" You barked, the Pillarman's voice was like the clap of thunder as it raised in octave; clearing the air with its power and inevitably startling you (again) even though you were the one wielding it. "Get your hands out of there, right now!"

• Your command was met with laughter, you watched as a wide grin stretched across your own face as Esidisi pried your hands off of your behind (for the 3rd time) and tucked them neatly into your pockets as he continued to giggle to himself.

• "I wasn't doing anything~" he purred, making your voice sound uncannily like a bad child playing innocent, acting wasn't just caught squeezing your cake.

• He was being to curious for his own good.

• That and the fact that he's taking enjoyment out of little ordinary Human things while piloting your body

• Things like feeling actual pain when skin is pinched or when hair is pulled seemed like it could entertain him for hours on end.

• If you don't keep a close eye on him and his shenanigans, you might just end up getting your body back all banged and bruised up if he goes too far with his fun.

• Fair enough, as he might just get his back half-burned into the ground or covered in blood...

Wamuu:

• Wamuu straight up does NOT have a good time dealing with suddenly being Human.

• The fact that it's your body he's in doesn't help that any either.

• 12/10 would NOT do again. 0 STARS!

• Wamuu, always a composed and calculating Warrior and tactician, was now in full panic mode.

• All his life he carried himself with pride, building his little ego off all his strengths and victories because of his status and his incredible unmatchable power.

• Now, with all of that ripped away from him, the Warrior felt too vulnerable and naked for his liking in this Human form.

• "Ow! OW!!!" Wamuu cried, eyes wide as your hands flew to your back. "Why does it hurt there? Do you always have pain like this?" Came the question, it was more than strange (and a little unsettling) to hear your own voice asking you that so desperately.

• "You get used to it." You replied, the deepness of the Pillarman's voice sending deep vibrations through the hardened chest as you spoke.

• "Why-- Why does this body feel so sluggish? I feel so inexplicably weary..." "I know. You get used to that too." "WHY IS EVERYTHING SORE?! WHY IS EVERYTHING CREAKING?!" "It's fine. That's normal."

• On the other hand, your mind suddenly being swapped into Wamuu's body isn't quite as bad as being in the others but... there are still some things to get used to.

• For one thing, it was hard to get used to simply walking around in it.

• Wamuu was so immensely big, muscular and heavy that you felt as if you were shaking the Earth with each step, causing you to lumber and stumble around with no grace to speak of.

• For another, a wirlwind just seemed to follow you wherever you went. It was honestly harder to control than it looked!

• When you wanted it to move one way, it went another. Wind blew up, wind blew down.

• You found yourself standing around, massive hands flying to the loincloth in an attempt to keep it from flinging up and showing too much.

• You wanted to spare least a shred of Wamuu's lost dignity while he wasn't piloting his own body after all.

• His horn is an entirely different matter.

• At one point the breeze blew too strong and the Pillarmen's signature headpiece suddenly flew right off his head and then... out sprang the horn.

• It shot 18 feet into the air, skewering two trees and drilling right through them like an overcharged power drill; a terrifying whir filling the air as chunks of wood flayed in every direction.

• The entire time you screamed in terror (you had no idea Wamuu's voice could go so high until that moment), slicing through an entire plot of trees as Wamuu yelled for you to put it away before it went for something breathing... like your own body that he was currently inhabiting.

• In the end, the relief you both feel to be back in your own bodies once the entire mess is fixed is immeasurable.

• You also both agree to never speak of the experience again for as long as you live.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana is more unimpressed about the whole thing rather than upset or worried.

• Apart from you of course, Santana just barely tolerated Humans (or Primitives as he liked to call them) as it was.

• He often spoke about how fragile and flawed your kind was, honestly the defenselessness of a Human was laughable in his eyes.

• Therefore, he absolutely does NOT like suddenly being reduced to one, even if it is your body.

• The entire time he's practically pouting, the very definition of apathetic, grumbling to himself and following close behind as you tried to chase down the person responsible for the swap.

• "This form is... limiting." Came the low growl, each word sounding so very unlike you despite the fact it was your voice he was using. Santana practically spat as he kept talking, "Flawed. Primal. Defenseless."

• You were handling things admittedly better than Santana but it was still more than overwhelming.

• For one thing, you'll come to find that Santana's senses are extremely heightened.

• You never realized how very unbelieveably strong a sense of smell, taste and hearing could be until now.

• You could smell animals that had passed through the area nearly a fortnight ago just by putting your nose to the air. You could hear the thumping of your own heart from where it sat back in your own chest as Santana followed close at your heels.

• For another thing... Santana's body felt... odd.

• It was a strange and indescribable feeling; it was best put as you felt like a substance that constantly balanced between solid and liquid.

• How on Earth could he stand being a living mass of puddy and sharp deadly bones all the time?!

• As Santana kept grumbling about how very imperfect his new form was, your only hope was to give him that huge bag of gummy bears you had been saving in your bag for later to snack on.

• It would give you a moment of silence to think straight. However, if Santana was himself that would've been a good idea but in this case... not so much.

• "What's wrong?" You questioned, the Pillarman's gravely voice holding a different tone than you were used to as you used it, studying him.

• Santana had suddenly stopped following and was now slumped over, clutching at your stomach. A low whine surfaced, almost a sob, as he spoke through clenched teeth.

• "Do.... not.... feel..... good." Came the whimper. You came rushing to his side, your temorary body dwarfing your real one as you pulled Santana close to see if he had somehow gotten hurt.

• "What--" the question fell short as you spied the now very empty bag of gummy bears laying nearby.

• That bag had been huge, filled to the brim with bright and colourful gushy candy... and Santana had eaten ALL of them.

• It was that day that Santana found out that a Humans biggest flaw was that too much sugar made them sick.

• Good luck with enjoying getting your body back when the time comes as you now suspected you would spend your time kneeled over a bucket with a hot water bottle instead of celebrating...

[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | my baby

this is bc of the new episode; i’ve known his backstory for a while but i didn’t come up with the idea until now LFMAOOAOA

anyways zeke supremacy

edit: this is so bad but enjoy LMFOAOAOA

warnings/notes: this is strictly platonic, takes place in canonverse during zeke’s childhood then to the beginning of season 4, cursing, mentions of mental abuse from family, murder, fem!reader(feel free to change if u want), yeah i’m unoriginal and the reader is the female titan before annie, angst,

when you first met zeke, zeke was extremely hesitant towards you.

grisha and dina had brought you into the house, a 17 year old girl who had soft and gentle eyes along with a nice smile. zeke had recognized you from the warrior program. you hadn’t inherited your titan just yet, you still had a few more years before they would allow it to be given to you. your predecessor gained the titan around your age, no one really knows why. zeke assumes that it must be a similar case with mr. ksaver and himself.

it shocked zeke in all honesty. they’re letting a warrior watch over him? one that isn’t in cahoots with his mother and father?

it wasn’t until grisha and dina pulled him into a different room and told him to get information on your views that he understood why. they wanted to use you, just like they wanted to use zeke. the worst of it all was that zeke knows you. he looks up to you, you graduated third out of all of your peers, you express love with the younger candidates such as zeke.

he felt like curling up in his bed and crying, he didn’t want you to babysit him just so his parents could use you.

but whenever the couple left, your arms encased him in warmth. you were hugging him tightly to you, fingernails surely digging into the fabric of his shirt. he felt his eyes widen whenever he felt a drop of a liquid on his shoulder. you were crying.

you pulled away and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him with endearment. zeke started crying at this, not once had dina touched him like this. not once had grisha looked at him like this.

“it’s okay, my boy,” you pull him close again, “i’m here.”

for the first time, zeke wasn’t cowering in a corner while he sobbed. he sobbed in the arms of a person, one that loved him dearly whether he knew it or not. you were even crying for him.

“my mother and father were apart of the same group,” you whispered as you stroked his hair, “they pushed me so far to my limits.”

“so, i did something i regret,” you sob, “something i hope you’re never forced to do.”

your whimper gave him chills, “i murdered my mother with a butcher knife and pinned the crime onto my father. all at the age of ten. to this day, i don’t know how i got away with it. maybe the police pitied me or found it excusable because of their affiliations with the group.”

“you hurt someone,” he sniffles, eyes widened in fear.

it gave you a frown, however you couldn’t blame him, “i did. it was mistake and i wish i had never done it. i just wished for my mother and father to love me, not to use me. after that, i found myself in the warrior program. maybe with this power, i could do some good. to show marley that us eldians are not devils.”

you rid him of his snot and tears with your shirt, “when i saw your father the time he came to observe you, i was immediately able to tell. your reaction had said it all. i can’t allow myself to witness you go through what i did without doing something. even if it’s small.”

he blinks at you after you softly kiss him on his forehead.

“now, is there anything you want to do?”

————

that afternoon, you played catch and volleyball with zeke. after that, you bought him whatever meal he wanted from the market and ate with him at the table. he told you about his stuffed monkey, who he named jerry, and his adventures.

he was sad when you had to leave, to which dina and grisha informed him you would come to their home sparingly. although he was delighted, he was also sad.

the next day, you doted on him during the short breaks between his training. patting his head, shaking him by his shoulders, and giving him a hug. when lunch came around, you pulled out a home cooked lunch for him as you sat on a bench. you would give him advice with training and his health while he ate.

he even shared some of his food with her.

after that was his time with ksaver. he didn’t see you during that time, obviously, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come during their conversations.

zeke was surprised to hear the praising from ksaver. ksaver said that you were a good figure for him and that you had a genuine heart. it made him feel at ease.

when the day was over, you walked zeke home and even ate dinner with him and his parents. it was a surprise that made you slightly bitter, but you accepted nonetheless.

they talked to you excitedly, asking about your duties as a warrior. you exceptionally avoided answering the questions, instead prodding at their own occupations and duties.

in the end, it felt like a game of tag. avoiding and then charging.

the night you were on your way to watch zeke, you felt your heart drop at the feral screeching of grisha and the reassurance of dina. you banged your fist against the door worriedly, sweat forming at your hairline.

the yelling stopped and you heard the patter of footsteps against the floor. dina looked flustered as she opened the door, face tear stained and eyebrows knitted up in concern.

“oh, (name), we don’t need you to watch over him anymore.”

“no, please, allow me,” you put on a fake smile that made her relax.

“you can take him out for a bit,” she, surprisingly, compromised and stepped aside to let you inside.

you bolted to zeke’s dark room. he was in a corner with his knees pushed against his chest and his hands covering his ears. his tears were making puddles on his knees as he stared blankly at the wall. you rush to him, pulling his head into your chest and picking him up.

“it’s alright,” you whispered, “you’ll be with me for a little bit.”

he didn’t respond but just wiped his eyes when he realized he would pass by his mom. you gave dina a brisk goodbye before leaving and taking him to a nearby park.

“it’s alright, my boy, it’s alright,” you coo and stroke his sweaty back.

for once, he felt okay.

————

the day zeke reported his parents, you held him in your arms. from then, he stayed with his grandparents and often found himself spending time with you after training when his schedule allowed it.

now, zeke is 16 and you’re 29. zeke was often seen with you or ksaver during his free time, now having the power of the best titan secured when ksaver’s term is up.

you mentor a girl named annie leonhardt, the next inheritor of the female titan. zeke occasionally sees you and annie catching some bugs in the grass during your mentoring. other days, you talk to her or just look at the sky. once at the beginning of the year, he once saw you take annie ice skating over a lake.

when he spends his time with you, you’re often doting on him and taking care of him. one time, you convinced the kids and some of the older soldiers to all play a game of baseball after your training was over.

you walked the extra mile for zeke no matter what. zeke was in trouble during a war and you swatted him into the trenches with your hand before attacking the enemy a year ago. whenever zeke would get hurt, you’d be his nurse.

if zeke’s being honest, you’re the maternal figure in his life. you act as if he’s your son, love him like he’s your son, and sometimes you even let it slip and call him that. sometimes zeke messes up and calls you mom.

in your eyes, he is your son.

in his eyes, you’re his mom.

but with being a parental figure came with fighting. it didn’t happen often, but whenever it did it was bad. zeke would become more irritable and angry while you would become reserved and melancholy.

when zeke was 14, you got into a fight so bad that it ended up getting you bedridden. you’d been sick from stress and it lasted for weeks until zeke swallowed his pride and apologized.

it almost made bertholdt, annie, reiner, porco, pieck, and marcel laugh at how domestic the two of you are when together. but as soon as you left zeke’s side, he would revert back to his quiet and receptive personality.

“zeke, my boy,” you call as you walk towards all the warrior candidates, “i’ve got your favorite.”

“thanks,” he hums when you stand beside him.

“i also brought some food for you all too. since we didn’t have training today, i thought you all could enjoy a nice break by having a picnic,” you clap your hands with a smile and they all feel like they’re seeing an angel.

they all agree and follow behind you when you start leading them towards a grassy field. you set the basket down and rummage through it, pulling out a nice thick blanket so the blades of the grass wouldn’t poke through.

“help me lay this out,” zeke sighs but obliges.

with zeke’s help, everyone is sitting on the blanket and eating and conversing. you listen quietly as you chew on the sandwich you made.

“miss (name),” pieck’s soft voice said beside you, “thank you for the picnic.”

you smile and shake your head, cheeks puffing out from the food that’s still in your mouth.

“can we do this again,” shyly asks reiner.

you gulp down your food and choke a bit, “y-yes! of course!”

you turn to zeke and speak quietly, “how was training yesterday?”

“it was fine. my calves are kind of sore though, it’s been a while since we did squats,” he shrugs and looks up, “ksaver let me pitch to him again.”

“i’m assuming it was at least enjoyable?”

“yeah...,” he trails off, “could you massage my calves for me in a little while?”

you pinch his cheek as you laugh, “of course! anything for you, my child.”

he chuckles while he swats at your hand, “quit that. it hurts.”

before you could pinch him even harder, porco’s loud voice interrupted.

“miss (name), are you zeke’s mom?”

his brother and annie hit him, scolding him in whispers.

“i-i’m so sorry miss (name)..! my brother means no harm,” marcel stutters nervously.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind,” zeke’s slightly flustered, “but no, i’m not zeke’s mother.”

“so why do you act so friendly?”

“i met zeke when i was 17 and he was just a little boy. i would watch him while his grandparents were away,” you lie like it’s nothing.

“i’ve always seen zeke as my little boy though even if i’m only 13 years older,” it has them all gaping and zeke staring at his food.

“why’d you become a warrior then,” reiner blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shame, “sorry... but with all due respect, you have a family you love and who love you... why would you let your life end so short?”

for just a second the smile on your face cracks into a frown as you feel your throat tighten up, “why are you asking such disrespectful questions? i understand you have no malicious intent, however it sounds as if you are seeing my decision as an ignorant one. are you calling me ignorant for becoming a warrior?”

zeke just looks away sadly. you never really had to put on this demanding ploy too much since no one dared to ask a question such as reiner did. not to mention that you had to in order to keep your position. reiner scrambles to pledge his loyalty to marley with your eyes burning holes into his head.

the others slightly cower in fear, they’d only ever heard that you could be like this from their mentors. but when they all looked in your, now, sad eyes, they relaxed.

“but, to answer your question,” you say reluctantly, “i was already selected to inherit the female titan.”

“now,” you cough and zeke knows it’s because you want to cry, “i need to go.”

they all help you get everything together, fidgeting anxious as they watch you walk back to the dorm. when you were far enough away, porco shouts at reiner for asking such questions and ruining the picnic. it ends up with annie joining in with the berating and marcel slapping porco upside the head.

zeke just leaves and follows you. he can’t be bothered to listen to them argue while you’re probably crying.

zeke knew it was about your 13 years coming to an end, meaning you wouldn’t be with him anymore. the first time he brought it up, you sobbed out apologies while holding his head to your chest. zeke knows not to bring it up again.

however, reiner didn’t. although he was slightly frustrated with reiner, he understood that he meant no harm to you. sometimes reiner just doesn’t think before he speaks.

zeke finds you with your head in your hands as you cry on your bed. the creaking of the door opening has you looking up and making eye contact and your eyes fill up with tears. zeke shut the door behind him and sat next to you after you pat the spot beside you.

zeke knows what’s going to happen, but allows it anyways because it puts you both at ease.

you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with another. zeke feels himself starting to cry when you cry out apologies and exclamations of love.

“zeke, my boy, i love you,” you whimper, “i’m so sorry i cannot be by your side until i grow old.”

zeke’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and let’s out a broken sob.

“you’re the light of my life, zeke,” you whisper, “my beautiful boy, my beautiful baby.”

his shoulders shake and he wanted to tell you to stop and to pull away. but he won’t.

“you’re the son i never had, zeke, did you know that,” you sob and squeeze him tight.

it has him wailing and holding you tight. though zeke knew this, you never said it out loud.

“my baby, my baby,” you croak, “i love you so much, zeke.”

“love you too,” he chokes out, muffled by your shirt.

“zeke, my boy, my son, my zeke.”

“please don’t leave me,” it makes you sob even louder.

“i’m so sorry, zeke, i’m so sorry.”

————

zeke couldn’t look in annie’s direction after your term ended and her’s started. even at 29 years of age, he still curls up in a ball and cries himself to sleep. he carries a photograph of the two of you, he remembers taking the picture on your 26th birthday.

back on marley, whenever you were brought up in conversations, reiner, porco, and pieck stared at him with sympathy.

after zeke’s arms grow back on the blimp, he pulls out the folded photograph from his pocket. he stares at your beaming smile.

“who’s the girl,” eren asks, ignoring how yelena looks at him fiercely, “when’d you get a girlfriend?”

zeke shakes his head, “not a girlfriend.”

“who is she then,” eren gestures with his hand, the clinking of the metal chains echoing in the small room on the blimp.

“my mother,” he murmurs while he hands it to eren.

“dina doesn’t look like that.”

“eren, did you ever see a memory of a woman being introduced as a babysitter?”

“now that it’s being mentioned, yea.”

“that’s her,” the memory has him chuckling, “she treated me like her son before she died.”

eren transfers his gaze to yelena, a silent request for her to give more information.

“(name) (last name) was the inheritor of the female titan before annie leonhardt. she inherited the titan a few months after she turned 17, her predecessor, flora, was unexpectedly injured during war and was not able to regenerate. although disorganized and unexpected, (name) managed to eat flora. she died at the age of 30 when annie ate her as a pure titan,” yelena elaborates hesitantly as zeke’s small smile fades, “she was often recognized for her kind personality and optimistic attitude.”

“i see,” he said.

“were you her beautiful boy,” eren taunts.

“yes. i was.”

he sounds sad while he folds it back up and puts it in his pocket.

maybe he could be the same to eren.

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Can you just make something really fluffy of just her hanging out with Ashton and Calum while Micheal is busy or something. Like just siblings love because I could use some nice fluff from my favorite writer at this point. Pretty please. If not it's totally chill. ( Heaven to you)

so so cute, I really liked exploring this friendship. hope you like it!

in which you spend some time with calum and ashton

“I’m serious Michael.” You kept pushing him away from you. Tapping the textbook on his lap, “You need to study, you’re going to fail the class if you don’t pass this exam.”

Michael groaned, “It’s a fucking elective, it’s not like I need it to graduate.”

He’d been trying to avoid the studying he denied needing (but knew he did). You were doing your best to not be distracting. You studied yourself, scrolled on your phone, never once speaking to him lest you take his attention away.

But his eyes always seemed to eventually trail over to your small figure laying on his bed after a long time of staring blankly at the book in front of him. Sometimes he would ask you what you were doing, claiming he was taking a break. Other times he would try to kiss you and start something you knew would definitely just destroy his concentration on classwork. He was just a natural procrastinator.

You pushed him away each time, no matter how sweetly he approached you or how innocent his words seemed. You knew his tricks. And frankly, you were worried you might be too weak to resist him if you let him get any closer.

“That’s right. It’s an elective you chose, so you have to study for it. I know you’ll do fine if you’d just actually try.” You’d made your mind up already on what the solution to the problem was. Because apparently it was you, he couldn’t concentrate with you in the room. You got up from his bed, taking your phone and his with you. No distractions. “I’ll come back when you’ve actually finished studying.”

“Wha-” Michael moved to grab your wrist but you moved out of the way quickly. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. You study or I’ll leave altogether. You’re going to pass this class.” You smiled at him, just to show him just how much you believed and cared about him. You were doing this for his own good. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

“What are you even going to do all alone?” Michael called out, turned away completely from his book as he stared at you with disbelieving eyes. You’d always ended up going along with his attempts of distractions before, you’d never actually gone this far to make him study. Not when your absence was likely the biggest punishment his girlfriend could inflict.

You huffed, stepping out of his room, “Worry about what you’re going to do in this room, Michael Clifford.”

You full named him. Michael groaned heavily as he rested his forehead against his desk, that was how he knew you were serious. And he had nothing to do but dreadfully start learning about a subject he didn’t even care about and barely understood during the little lectures he did attend. Because no matter how docile you may appear and how intimidating he may seem to everyone else, his small girlfriend was truly the only one who would ever be able to tell him what to do. He’s wrapped around your finger.

-

The house was lit up for once and you could see Ashton wrestling with the control in his hands, completely immersed in whatever war game was on in the television. Calum was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, glancing up at the screen every so often. But his attention was almost completely on the laptop on his lap. At least one of the people in that house tried to do his school work.

You stepped out hesitantly. You already missed the comfort of your boyfriend’s presence. It might’ve been a punishment for both of you. But it was for his best. So you sighed and moved forward nonetheless. You always felt equally as safe and more than happy in Ashton and Calum’s presence.

“What are you two doing?” You asked as you took a seat next to Ashton. Your movements were confident, like second nature because they never made you feel like you were intruding.

Ashton’s only acknowledgement of you was a nudge but Calum looked up from his screen and smiled at you. It hadn’t been long since you could say you barely knew him, compared to your relationship Ashton. But you were glad that your friendship had evolved and you felt a lot closer to him, a lot more comfortable and friendly.

Calum gestured to his screen which you couldn’t see, “Well, I’m doing my work unlike other people.”

Ashton was just able to let go of the controller with one hand to be able to flip Calum off before going back to handling it with two. The multitasking was honestly impressive.

“At least someone in this house is being a good student.” You muttered, placing Michael’s phone on your lap as you leaned back on the couch. A sigh left your lips as if all your attempts with Michael had left you exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” Ashton glanced at you and only then did you realize he had paused his game, “Are you insinuating that I’m not a good student?”

“I’m ‘insinuating’ that I didn’t know you knew big words.”

“Fuck you, Hood.”

Your giggles were the only thing that stopped Ashton from some saying some very select words to Calum. A smile formed on his lips without him even thinking about it. It was hard to repress, your happiness was contagious. He understood why Michael always talked about your goodness.

“Where’s Michael anyway?” Ashton asked, his tone already teasing. “I was wondering when you’d get sick of being around each other 24/7.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm in faux-anger. To which he laughed promptly, ruffling your hair dismissively enough for you to swat at him again.

Your attempt to get your hair back to normal was useless until Calum decided to move forward and place the pieces of hair back in place for you. You sat perfectly still as he did. They were always gentle with you. Sometimes you wondered if they thought you would break otherwise, you looked dainty but you’d gotten used to Michael’s manhandling, not being held back by that.

“For your information, he’s studying too. So it seems you’re the only one who isn’t, Ash.”

Ashton eyed you up and down, “I don’t see a book in your hands.”

You glared up at him but to both he and Calum, you looked a little less threatening than a Chihuahua. So they did nothing but smirk back down at you until you huffed out and crossed your arms.

Calum closed his laptop, his attention evidently no longer being held by it. “So you’re just going to wait until he’s done?”

Ashton scoffed, “As if he’s actually studying. Sorry to tell you, Y/N, but you’re giving him way too much credit.”

You looked so offended at his words that both of them wordlessly burst out laughing. Ashton shook his head, his grin so big you could see his dimples as he held out the control in his hands to you.

“Here. While you wait the whole 10 minutes he’ll pretend to be studying, you can play with us.”

Ashton was serious about his games. Only letting a select few friends ever even pick up one of his controllers. It was a privilege for only the people he liked the most. One he was giving you and you beamed with pride. You took the controller from his hand.

Calum took the other one left abandoned on the floor. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, feeling utterly too confident for someone who could barely hold the controller correctly. “You’re going down, frat boy.”

Calum let out a surprised laugh. It was so easy to forget who exactly he was associated with when he was so different from all the frat boys you’d ever known. You were grateful he was, because otherwise you’d never feel comfortable with him. And certainly never develop the close friendship you had with him.

Ashton was kind enough to change the game, knowing you weren’t fond of war, even depictions of it. How ironic for a girl who was dating a guy that seemed to bring the spirit of war anytime he got pissed off. He didn’t ask but you felt happy that he knew you enough to think of your preferences.

It was sweet. The way they took the time to remind you what exactly the keys did (Ashton reminding you for the nth time since the first time you taught you).

“You’ll do fine.” Calum waved dismissively, leaning back on the couch. His laptop long forgotten next to him. “But not better than me.”

When the game finally started, it was a slow start. Mostly because you were trying to get into the rhythm of things and Calum slowed down too, allowing you to adjust. They both watched you carefully, nodding when you were hesitant about pressing a button. Even giving you words of encouragement when you actually did well in the game. Or when your calm demeanor sent a wave of enjoyment through the three of you.

“I think we like you more than Michael.”

“Yeah, you better.”

Your grin and giggles was genuine. You were having fun. Even without Michael there. While any other time you’d be just counting down the time until you could get back to him. Good thing his friends, your friends as well, were so hospitable and nice to be around. That they included you and they liked you. It sure meant a lot to Michael anyway that the people closest to him cared for you and looked after you even when he wasn’t there.

Truthfully, they weren’t the type of guys you would’ve befriended if you hadn’t dated Michael; you were too shy and they were too outgoing and friendly. You would’ve been too hesitant to even try to go into their world or group, you would’ve been too awkward and nervous. But despite that, you felt perfectly comfortable in their presence. And you were glad they were your friends.

Ashton helped you a lot during the game. His gaze would be completely on the screen as he watched you and Calum play but his hands hovered over yours. His fingers sometimes clicking buttons for you that you never would have known to press otherwise. Other times, completely moving your fingers as if he was playing through your hands. You didn’t mind, in fact you preferred it when he helped. It was when you started winning.

His face was focused, serious as it always was when he was playing and it was kind of amusing to glance at, especially because technically, he wasn’t playing.

Calum didn’t call you out for cheating even though having Ashton help you technically was exactly that. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aware. It was pretty obvious, Ashton did nothing to hide it. And even if he did, it was kind of hard to not at least be suspicious when your sloppy gaming suddenly got much better and you started to win. But for your sake, Calum pretended to be oblivious.

Truth was, you sucked. But if anyone ever even tried saying that to you, they’d be asking for a death wish. Especially when you looked so content just to be involved, you trying your best. And that was what mattered to them.

It was subtle when Calum began to ease up on his playing. You didn’t notice. Not even when the game that was so close beforehand started to go overwhelmingly in your favor. Just like that Calum let you win. Even if he was known to be competitive. He could put that aside for his dear friend.

You squealed out in happiness, dropping the controller on the sofa as your arms went up in celebration. “Ash!! Did you see that?”

Ashton locked eyes with your excited one and nodded, his own arms mimicking yours and wooping in celebration. Your high fives were probably too many given that it was a video game you won by cheating half of the time and had been allowed to win. But his smile was large and his laugh was genuine.

He turned to Calum, both hands flipping him off in good humor while you placed your hands on Ashton’s shoulders, just enough to be able to look past him above his head to Calum.

You stuck your tongue out at him in the way that was not very sportsmanlike but very cute, so he couldn’t be mad. “Told you I’d win.”

Then you shrieked when Calum pulled your from your seat. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders enough to have you leaning forward from the weight. He wasn’t as big as Michael but he certainly rose up much taller than you. “Yeah, yeah. Good luck trying to beat me again.”

You were laughing along with him, looking up at the amused boy but you couldn’t respond. Michael’s door was flung open before you could. You hadn’t realized how loud the three of you were being.

“If I’m being forced to study could you two at least shut the fuck up so I can concentrate.” He didn’t leave his room, his head just peeking out of his doorway. He was as daunting as always, his face serious and close to emotionless. His words harsh. But if he wanted to be intimidating, it was a shame his demeanor didn’t effect the room filled with the closest people in his life.

Michael’s eyes softened when he spotted you in Calum’s arms. Obviously he hadn’t been talking to you, he never would be so brash with you. Especially when you looked at him with those eyes that said you could do no wrong. But he also hadn’t expected you to be participating in making the noise with his rowdy friends. His voice was markedly nicer, “Oh…what are you doing?”

“What we get yelled at but she doesn’t?” Ashton scoffed.

You smiled sweetly at Michael, knowing that he could never get mad at you. Your nose crinkled slightly from pride, “I just beat Cal at a game.”

Calum placed a hand on the top of your head, “She got lucky. But she’s actually pretty good.”

“She’s a natural.” Ashton interrupted, even if his words were a bit of an exaggeration, you still raised up on your tiptoes for a second at the praise. Ashton’s eyes held a mischief to them. “One of us just might steal her from you, I think she likes us better anyway.”

If it was anyone else that dared utter those words, you were sure the result would be much different. You could imagine the way Michael’s eyes would shut down in anger, the way his body would tense up and his knuckles would be ready to meet bone. They’d be on the ground bleeding, almost as quickly as the words would leave someone’s mouth. The same went if anyone else put their hands on you like Calum was currently doing.

But it was his best friend. Someone he trusted, cared for and most importantly, he knew cared and respected you as well. He knew his friends’ flirty comments were just talk, just to rile him up. So he did nothing but roll his eyes. “Don’t make me have to beat your ass. Just fucking try it.”

But his words were all bark, no bite. They couldn’t be when he was saying it to Ashton when he knew there was no real problem and when you looked so amused, no discomfort at all. Ashton and Calum were flirty with you before, only when Michael was around and only to get a reaction out of him. You never felt uncomfortable, they always respected boundaries and you had begun to enjoy seeing their friendship with your boyfriend.

Michael struggled with being friendly. But it was almost fascinating and sweet to see him enjoy himself with Ashton and Calum, play around with them like any other guy. Not like the angry, mean guy others saw him as. Even when it came to you, when it would otherwise be when he was most on edge and terrifying. It was a big part of why you felt so safe and secure in Ashton and Calum’s presence as well, because Michael seemed the same way and his trust wasn’t easily won.

Your boyfriend turned around after that and went back in his room. Muttering under his breath, not happy that he had to leave the fun and get back to studying. But you watched him o silently, a small smile on your face as he was actually responsible for once.

In truth, Michael was happy you got along so well. That he could leave you with them and be sure that they’d entertain you, keep you comfortable and safe when he wasn’t around. That you saw in his friends the same thing he did, that you liked them and didn’t mind spending time with them. Even with how different they were from you. They didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

Even then, you found a way to connect with them to the point where he would find you laughing with them, that you’d hug them as a greeting or goodbye, could hang out with them on your own accord. Not being forced to just to make him happy to see his loved ones together.

It just went to show him, once again, how perfect his little girlfriend was. Everyone felt happy with you around, you embodied that happiness, it was impossible not to feel it. You were just so good. And it wasn’t just in his head, a side effect of the love he felt for you, that was proven when he saw the way Ashton and Calum succumbed to your goodness as well. They were powerless not to.

He couldn’t be prouder.