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earthpleasures · 5 months

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BUTTERFLY'S QUARREL WITH THE GALAXY !

Prologue | butterfly's quarrel with the galaxy

Summary: After being saved by Cedric, you two made a list of hope for you.

Warnings: swearing, suicide attempt, mention of scars.

Word Count: 1.7k

dividers by @benkeibear

Y/n once read in a holy book, though she didn't remember which one was, it said: “On the Day of Judgment, the stars will fall upon the earth.”

In her dreams, stars fell upon her, coating her in light and dusts of hope. Maybe that was why they were called mere delusions, real life was much more cruel than dreams.

Y/n've been witness of many things, endured endless torture of her so-called family to the point there were nothing but Annie left inside her brain.

Do it for your sister.

How can you be so selfish?

What about Annie's reputation?

Everything lead her to this moment, a final decision on attaining peace.

She looked down at the foothills of Hogwarts from astronomy tower, sharp rocks stared back at her. There would be no return from this fall, one slip and every agony of this unfair fate is gone. Cold air was crushing her lungs as she took deep breaths to give herself at least a sliver of courage.

No one would care even if she was gone, only upsetting thing would be absence of a slave for her sister. The role crafted for her was tiring enough not to consider any possibility of leaving someone behind.

Her hands trembled when they reached for the railings. Metal was icy as it was biting her skin. Nibbling at her lower lip, she set one of her feet on the other side of railings. Harsh wind blew her hair to her face, blocking her view partially.

Initially, she reconsidered her decision. Maybe life would give her another chance to get her mind and youth back. However her sister's words and parents’ abuse played non-stop like a record in her brain. They had no intention of setting her free.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

A soft voice interrupted her inner debate on jumping down or stepping back to safe borders of tower. Cedric Diggory's worry filled green eyes scanned where she stood. He cautiously took a step forward to prevent her from panicking.

“What does it look like, genius?” Y/n spat while her grip on railings unconsciously tightened. A part of her didn't wanna die. A part of her wanted to walk on a way flooded with happiness.

“Does it really worth, Y/n?” He was almost halfway through the distance between them. She didn't even realize him getting closer as her eyes focused on his handsome face. It was strange, golden boy of Hogwarts knowing who she was, a meek girl like her.

“Oh you have no idea how much it will worth.” She laughed in pain, something about taking a second shoot on her conclusions was quite scary and unsettling. Thinking more meant to calculating more, which would lead her to eventually regret even coming here.

“C'mon, we can talk about it. I can listen to you and your troubles.” He slowly raised his hand to hold her arm. His action triggered her ready-to-activate panic. She recoiled, her hand accidentally letting go of what she was holding onto. Horror flashed through her face. She was really going to die.

Cedric's breath choked up in his throat as he launched forward. His fingers wrapped around her wrist before she fell backwards. He pulled her as hard as he can to himself. Their bodies collided, meeting with hard floor of tower while tangled to each other.

Her chest heaved with reality of what was about to happen if Cedric wasn't fast enough. She could've been there, body thorn to pieces. At that moment it didn't matter how foreign she was to him. She buried her face to his chest as tears wet his sweater. Cedric sighed with relief after closing his eyes.

His fingers gently fidgled on her hair, waiting for girl to calm down. She was literally having a histeric episode by the way her shoulders shook and hiccups teared her throat. He first propped on his elbows to fix their position, then he completely straightened his back.

Y/n sobbed, she didn't care what Cedric thought about her crying in his arms or her clinging to a boy she barely knew by his name.

“It's okay, I am here. Just let everything bothers you out.”

That was what she needed. Just a few words of sympathy instead of being dead. Her vision was blurred with tears as she looked up to him. “I am sorry for burdening you with myself.” He smiled softly.

“Don't be sorry, be happy because you still can say these words.”

About ten minutes passed for her to completely calm down, and her mind to function without mislead of horrible thoughts. Now both of their backs were pressed against the wall beside the door. For the first time in her life, she actually looked at the stars and admired their beauty.

“Family problems?” Cedric's curious voice cut the silence engulfed roof they were sitting on. She pulled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The obvious scars left by a sharp object immediately drew his attention to themselves. However, he managed to hold his tongue back and didn't blurt an inappropriate question.

“Is it that evident?” Her voice cracked mid-sentence while she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“I mean, you don't seem to be type of girl that would throw herself from astronomy tower over a boy or stupid friends. It can't be because of your grades, because if I remember correctly, and I always do, you have quite good grades.”

She arched her eyebrow as he finished his last sentence. “You seem to observe me a little too much for a person who never knew me personally.” He averted his gaze back to navy blue sky.

“Well, I must admit you striked my curiosity even before this… situation.” Y/n let out a half hearted laugh. “How so?”

“Once I sat next to you in one of our classes together. I saw your drawings, and the butterfly shaped birthmark inside your wrist. I really wanted to ask about the drawings, especially the butterfly and girl ones but you seemed to be very tense. Like, one word and you were going to punch me.”

This wasn't the answer she was expecting. Any memory of Cedric Diggory sitting with her didn't even exist in her mind. Mayne her expression was the thing gave away her shock because he narrowed his eyes what seemed to be offense.

“You don't even remember, do you?” She shrugged since she had no answer that would make him happy.

His eyes stayed still on her face for a few seconds, taking deeper into her reckless expression. “How we make a deal?” Y/n stopped peeling concers of her nails and looked back at him. “What deal?” He smirked.

“Let's make a list of ten things to make you happy.”

She grimaced with idea. Her happiness lied with getting away from that nightmare like house. However it was impossible, atleast for now.

“You have to take me out of that hell of family, which is not something you're not capable of.” She murmured last part to herself. At this point, every offer seemed pointless to her.

He sat straight and gathered his legs under himself. “Don't be such a pessimistic. I am sure you have things you wanna do. For example, do you like books? Let's find the thickest book in library.”

She couldn't help but smile. “You're annoyingly optimistic. I think… it's likeable.” He clapped his hands with joy. “Then we do the list.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He pulled a notebook and pencil from his pocket, it was small enough to find inside his palm. She narrowed her eyes to see patterns on the cover better. “Did you really bring a notebook here?” He answered while flipping the pages. “I always have a little notebook with me. Sometimes I write my random ideas or thoughts.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sounds like a hassle.” He stuck his tongue out to her to make fun of her, causing her to laugh without even noticing. “Maybe we need to get idea of being optimistic to your head first. Anyways. Start with hobbies.”

She tried to filter her hobbies from tons of things she liked to do. “I like… going out to walk in school's garden, exploring Hogwarts, stars, books, practice to smile.” He stopped writing. “Pratice to smile? Interesting hobby, butterfly.”

“Butterfly?”

“Yeah, like the birthmark on your skin. You're a caterpillar now.”

“That's rude.”

“Don't interrupt me, Y/n.”

“Sorry.”

“You're a caterpillar right now, but I will help you to tear your pod out and fly free.”

She snorted. “Are you reading too many philosophy books?” He poked her cheek with back of the pencil. “Try to think metaphorical, it really helps to be creative.”

“Okay, anyways, golden boy. I like lying down in common room of Gryffindor, and lastly, watching people and trying to guess their moods.”

He finished writing, satisfied with the result. Turning the notebook to her, he made sure her to see yellowish paper properly.

“I've made a list regarding your hobbies.”

She snitched the notebook from his hand and began to read his notes and takes on her. His thoughts about her made her smile time to time.

“So, that's the list. When are we starting?” Cedric scratched his chin. “Tomorrow. Do we really wait more than a night?”

Her thumb brushed against little poorly drawn doodles on corner of paper. “No, we don't. I hope we can complete the list.”

“See? That's an optimistic view.”

“Sure it is, though I can't battle with you.”

Cedric pressed his lips together as one more idea crossed his mind. “We should name it.” Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Is it necessary tho?” He furrowed as revised their options. “Of course it it! And I have the perfect name. Butterfly quarrel with the galaxy.”

She almost let out a histeric laugh. “What?” Cedric held her hand tightly as if he was preventing from escaping. “And butterfly is gonna win the quarrel.”

“You're really strange, Diggory. Even more than me.”

“Are you complementing me?”

“No.”

“I will take it as a compliment regardless.”

“Cheeky bastard.”

“And you already begin to like this cheeky bastard.” He smirked knowingly, making her smile to.

That night, moon witnessed a strange pair of two people come together. For better, for worse. Who knows?

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frannyzooey · 2 years

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In The Dark: 11

Ezra x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Series Masterlist

A/N: Thank you endlessly to both @mourningbirds1 and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for helping me with this one - they both gave me endless reassurance and great advice, and I couldn’t have done it without them. ❤️

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“This?”

You look up from the stack of used notebooks in your hands, glancing at the cover of the book Ezra’s holding.

“No.”

He nods, placing it next to him before reaching for his beer, taking a long pull. He sets the bottle back down next to his thigh, reaching for the next book in the stack in front of him.

“This one?”

You look up again, nodding. Watching him set that one into a box on his right, you make an internal face at how full it is already.

“This?”

You shake your head, and he places it just so in the discard pile. He picks up the next book, thumbing through the worn pages scribbled with ink in the margins and he flips it over, reading the back.

Sitting on your floor, he’s bathed in a warm glow, a line of light from your lamp highlighting the curve of his nose and bringing to surface the rich brown blended into the darker strands of his hair. The light fades in its reach around his face, the whiskered cheek facing you darkened with shadow and when he absentmindedly reaches for his beer again, you watch the movement of his mouth, and the swallow of his throat. Rain patters against the glass of the window in your living room, and the contrast between the bleak weather and the warmth of the room is cozy and comforting.

“You can put that one in the donate pile,” you say, grabbing your phone from the floor. Ignoring the late hour listed on the screen, you swipe it open and switch the music in the room from Cat Power to “Modern Romance” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

He looks up at you with a grin, and you match it when you see his dimple, deep in his cheek.

“Nice.”

The domesticity of the scene is littered all over the room: his shoes by the door, his jacket on the couch, takeout boxes on your coffee table. The book he’s reading (one he swiped from your stack the last time he was here) is on your kitchen table, one of your bookmarks keeping his spot. Street sounds waft through the glass underneath the thrum of the bass, the floors creaking above you as your neighbors shuffle around, and the two of you sit together on the floor, sorting.

He sets the book on top of the stack next to him, reaching for the next one and you go back to the notebooks in your hands, organizing them the same way. These are much harder to get rid of than books - the curled, filled pages holding thousands of words of your scrawled handwriting, and anything that holds a semblance of a story idea goes into one stack, while anything that has to do strictly with school goes into another. You open one, the aesthetics of the flowing black ink with the neat, blunt lines of bullet point highlighted text speaking directly to your soul and you admire the page for a moment before closing it, placing it in the keep pile.

“This one?”

He holds a romance book in his hand, and you laugh at the way he’s wiggling his eyebrows.

“I mean, I should donate it……unless you wanna take it home?” you tease.

“Oh, I’m taking all of these home, Birdie.” He turns the book to look at the summary on the back, reading it. “This one sounds filthy,” he murmurs. “I’m definitely gonna keep it.”

“You don’t have to bring them home,” you say, frowning. “I’ll find a place to drop them off. You don’t need to do that.”

“I don’t wanna give these away,” he answers, placing the book he’s holding down next to the rest of them. He picks up another one and flips through it, a look of affection stealing across his face at the sight of your haphazard lines, scrawled notes and highlights. He pauses for a moment, his voice quieting. “They have your writing in them.”

“My Birdie’s thoughts?” he continues, raising his eyebrows in question before closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Those belong only to me.”

You let your head tilt to the side, your face melting into a shy smile. Leaving your notebooks on the floor, you start to crawl towards him and he watches with amusement, his eyes darkening at the movement.

“You’re insanely sweet, you know that?” you whisper when you get close, your mouth inches from his own and when he leans in for a kiss, you can taste the delicious, yeasty flavor of his beer on his tongue when you slip your own into his mouth.

You deepen the kiss, your hand coming up to wrap around the nape of his neck and your fingers push through his cropped locks, silky under your touch. He hums, the deep sound shifting into a chuckle when you knock the stack of books over in your haste to climb into his lap and when you’re settled there, he pulls back, taking you in.

“Does this mean we’re done for the night?” His hands find your waist, his eyes dragging up your torso to find your face. “Have we done enough work?”

Karen O’s voice filters through the boxes surrounding you, some already addressed with their international shipping address in his neat, all caps handwriting. Your thighs spread on his lap, you stretch in his hold and feel his hands glide down to your hips, the light scratch of his whiskered cheeks along the crevice of your breasts as he leans in to kiss you right over the neckline of your tank top. He places another on your collarbone, another along the slope of your neck when you lean into him and you nod, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Yea, we can be done. Lemme shower?”

“Want some company?” His mouth molds around the hinge of your jaw, his tongue tasting the sweet flavor there and you melt, closing your eyes. His fingers inch up the hem of your shirt, his knuckles dragging slowly along the bare skin of your stomach.

“No,” you sigh, nearly saying yes, but deciding you have something else in mind. “Go wait for me in bed.”

He pulls back, his eyebrows raising and you smile, cupping his face in your hands.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise, brushing your mouth against his before standing and he watches you walk away from him, keeping his eyes on your ass until you turn out of his sight.

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You cherish it, while you can.

The city slowly emerging from the bleak, gray winter, the sidewalks clear one day to stay clear, the buds on the trees bursting with delicate, new color. Your favorite place is the line of cherry blossoms along the Hudson; the worn benches underneath the reaching arch of branches the perfect place to read. The river seemed to glitter with newfound sun, the gentle waves sparkling in their ripple and it must be the relief of spring itself that made you see any sort of beauty in the murky brown waters of the Hudson River bay.

The sound of people had been muted all winter - their footsteps softened by the snow, or hid under the sound of slush splashing around tires - and the first time you’d heard a basketball pounding rhythmically on the concrete made you smile, as had the first early morning chirp of birds outside your window.

Not that you had a ton of time to enjoy these things. The sounds of spring only reaching your ears between trips to the library, or around campus, or back and forth from school to home, you’ve been buried deep in your laptop and your books, only coming up for air when Ezra pulls you from the depths.

Cee still hasn’t come around. Slow to trust, slow to forgive — you know she needs space, and so you let her have it. Head down as you walk to class, holing up in a different tucked away corner of the library, sticking to a coffee shop closer to your house. You imagine her spending her days the same — and sometimes you still have a fleeting urge to text her to commiserate, or bring her her favorite tea as a pick me up. The disappointment when you’re reminded of her absence weighs you down, but you understand it. And so you let it be.

Ezra takes her place — not that he can take her place, but he takes up his own place. You’ve become something domesticated, something comfortable and you look forward to every single time he comes over. The secret thrill never wears off, and given the finite amount of time you have left in the city, he makes it his mission to show you all his favorite things.

Revision until 9pm, then sushi across town. Researching all day Saturday, then a concert at a venue buried in the Bronx. That night you felt lighter than air: packed in a crowd of bodies, your sweat damp limbs winding around each other, just like you longed to do the night at The Library. His mouth dragged over your pulse point in front of everyone, pressed against the hinge of your jaw at the bar without a care in the world, and tasted the salt on your skin later that night when you brought him home.

Spending the night when he can, you relish Sunday morning fucks — the slow, syrupy kind that only intensify in sensation given the way you are each half asleep; your room cast in a blue wash as he drapes an arm over you, tucks you into the curl of his body and holds you in place as he slides into you from behind. Building and building, limbs tangling together in a humid embrace underneath your blanket, the solid weight of him presses you deep into the mattress with each stroke forward until the room is fully light and your expressions are slack and relaxed with release.

Then coffee, while reading the paper in bed.

Then breakfast, before venturing outside.

Everything, while you’re here.

You both know what this is — a silent understanding of something momentary, something now, something you have to enjoy while you can. No rush to put words on it, because what would you say? This isn’t the thing where you get married, have kids. This isn’t the thing where you officially commit, right before you move halfway across the world for a year.

This is the thing where it burns bright and intense for this moment in time — and then, when it runs out of oxygen, it gutters before going out.

Sometimes you think these things, logic forcing its way through the rose colored haze that surrounds you in his presence — but then he looks at you and treats you the way he does, and you aren’t so sure. His fingers lacing with yours in public, his hand stroking the dip of your spine at the record store, his inability to go a day without talking to you on the phone. You want it to be more, you know that — but how? How could it be, when you’re leaving and you’re the age you are and he’s the age he is?

The thought of asking the question makes apprehension settle in your gut, your body restless with nerves as you rinse the soap from your body, preparing to get out of the shower. In truth, you’ve thought about asking him for weeks now, but you don’t even know what you would say. You don’t know how to bring up the topic without sounding insecure and childish.

Wait for me. Please. Even though I know you have a whole life without me and before me and you’re a grown man and that’s not a fair thing to ask. Wait for me.

Or rather, tell me you’ll wait for me, without me having to ask.

These things seem so unrealistic even through your yearning, that you press them down deep every time you see him, forcing yourself to be content with what you have. You want more, a solid answer defining what this is – but maybe you can’t do that right now.

So right now, you’ll just cherish what you can, while you can.

You step out of the shower, grabbing your towel and wiping the water from your limbs, you think about him in the other room. Him, waiting in there for you. Him, in your bed, staying the night. Him, choosing you — and the internal clock on your time left here ticks louder; your hand reaching for the tray of lipstick next to the mirror.

Being with him has made you bolder, basking in the glow of his affection, love and guidance. Like he’s taken a piece of the confidence he holds within his being and gifted you with some of it, making you braver, more sure of yourself.

Wiping the fog from the surface, you lean forward and start to line your fresh mouth with the dark shade; the color bold against your bare skin. You remember his face the first time you did this while he watched - the blatant want etched into his features, his eyes almost black with the truth.

You finish up, capping the tube and when you’re done, you slip your robe on and open the door. Steam escaping into the hallway, you pad down to your bedroom and when you get there, you stop in the doorway, admiring the view.

He’s sitting with his back against your headboard, reading. One foot propped on the mattress, the other leg relaxed and extended, he’s wearing nothing but his black briefs and you soak in the image in front of you. An image that you only get for the next couple of weeks, but you push that from your mind as soon as it pops in, making your way over to him. Your hand curves over his shin, gliding up over his knee and the sparse hair on his thigh slips under your palm as you make your way up the lean muscle.

He keeps his eyes on his book, though you can tell from the slight jump in his belly that he feels your touch. When you start to gingerly straddle his lap, he lets his foot slip down on the mattress to let his leg drop and give you space.

Resting your plush seat on his thighs, you wait a beat and when he doesn’t look up at you, you tuck your fingertips underneath the waistband of his briefs, flicking your eyes back up to his face. The warmth of his skin presses against the back of your fingers, the trail of coarse hair from his navel leading down underneath the fabric brushing against them and you toy with the elastic band, waiting.

“What are you doing there, Birdie?” he murmurs, slowly turning the page.

You say nothing, pushing your fingers a little lower. You feel the base of his cock, stroking featherlight against the thickness of it, just enough to see him twitch under the black cotton. He still doesn’t move.

“Excuse me, I’m re –” he starts in a stern tease, beginning to scold you when you reach up and pull the book from his hands, tossing it onto your floor. As soon as his hands are free, you lean into him, bracing yourself on his broad chest as you lean in and his hooded eyes immediately find the pout of your mouth, a small smile forming at the sight of your lips. His hands settle on your hips, tugging you closer.

“It’s like you only want me for one thing,” he hums against your mouth right before you kiss him, and when you nod into the kiss, he smiles.

“Thank god.”

His hands sliding up your back to hold you in place, his kisses are immediately consuming. It’s like he gives them with his whole being, like he can’t get enough of your flavor, of the slide of your tongue, of the taste of your mouth on his and this one is no different, the heat between you rising as he sits up to meet you. When he tilts his head to deepen it, you have to hang onto his shoulders for purchase against his hunger.

He tugs at the sash of your robe and you help him pull the knot open, his hands slipping under the thick fabric to push it off your shoulders and down and he groans softly into your mouth when he feels how soft your skin is from the shower. His tongue sliding deeper against yours, you open up for him, pressing your bare chest tight to his own and your fingers weave into his hair at the nape of his neck.

You’re so soft and pliant, your skin flush with warmth and he can’t stop mapping it with his hands; testing the weight of your breasts, thumbs stroking along the buttery soft sides. His hands splay broadly across your back, a weighted drag down your sides as you shuffle your knees closer and when you’re sitting directly on top of his cock, you can feel the heft of it slotted perfectly against where you need him. It makes you ache, knowing what it feels like he slides inside you and your hips grind down in a gentle circle; again, again.

His hands drag down to cup your ass, his fingers spreading wide and the tips of them dig into you, guiding your movements on top of him. Pulling back from the kiss, you look down at his face as you cradle it in your hands and his lips are parted and kiss swollen, wet from your mouth. Your thumb presses into the divot of his bottom lip, and he kisses it.

Looking at him for a moment, you take in the depth of his eyes - nearly black, in the dim light beside your bed. His dark brows, the lines surrounding his eyes, his mustache, his sparsely covered cheeks. Lower still, the pebbled line of his throat, the bob of it when he swallows as he sits under your gaze and you lean in for another kiss, pushing against his shoulders to force him back.

Shifting your seat down his legs, you make sure he stays in place and when you start to tug his briefs down, he lets himself slip down low, taking you in with an amused look on his face. It’s not there for long though — not when you lean forward and give his hip an open mouthed kiss. And then another one, pressing against the soft slope of his belly. Another, your bottom lip pushing underneath the elastic.

He lets a heavy breath out, letting his head tip back into your pillow, a low hum of want coming from his throat and though his pose is relaxed, you can feel the tension thrumming under his skin where your hand curves over the top of his thigh.

He watches as you give him this. Not only this reward, but also this memory, and you hope he’ll hold it as tight as you will, because the way he’s looking at you right now will be burned into your mind forever.

You shift lower still, working his briefs down around his thighs and then off, tossing them on the floor to join your robe and then continuing your kisses, you start at the inside of his knee. At the skim of your warm breath, he shifts his leg to the side, opening wider for you and your mouth travels up, your hand resting on the inside of his opposite thigh to hold him open.

He is so warm, so fragrant, so soft when you rub your cheek along the buttery skin right before you kiss it, and you slide your hand up, circling his cock with your fingers.

He lets out a low, pleased groan, his hips shifting on the bed as he bucks into your touch and it only takes a couple firm strokes to get him fully hard, waiting for your mouth. It’s close, your tongue laving at a patch of skin high on his thigh and when the heat of your breath gets to the base of his cock, he lets out a beautifully broken moan when you rest it there, pushing your lips against it in reverent kisses.

“Put it in your mouth.”

The statement should sound more commanding, but it’s gentler than that, more like a murmured plea. Instead of doing what he asks though, your mouth molds around the delicate skin of his balls; your hand beginning to lazily stroke while you place another lingering kiss. He draws tight under your exploration, his fingers digging into the sheet by his hip and you lift the weight of them with your thumb, your tongue sliding along the seam on the underside. He hisses in pleasure, letting out a low curse.

You come back up, letting your breasts drag along the inside of his thighs as you shift to place the rounded tip of his cock on your tongue and you stroke him more firmly, jerking him into the wet cavern of your mouth while he watches.

There is always an arrogance to his expression that you love; to the way he holds himself. It’s something that radiates from his being for everyone to see, his confidence on unashamed display and even though you have him literally by the cock with his jaw slack as he takes in the lipstick smeared at the base of it, you can still feel him radiating control of the situation. Like you’re serving him right now, and he knows it.

And fuck, it makes you wet.

You wrap your lips around him, your tongue finding the dip just below the head and as you work it with your tongue, he bites his lip, arching his back. He groans again, deeper when you open up to slide your mouth halfway down his length and when you do it twice more, taking him deeper each time, his hand finds the back of your head, resting there.

You’ve had other guys guide you like this before, and you hated it. Impatiently pushing you down further, making you gag because you weren’t ready when they forced themselves deeper, but there is something about the way that he does it that makes you burn bright with arousal, makes you moan around the weight of his cock. Maybe it’s the desperation in which he’s doing it, the inability to wait any longer until he feels the slick press of your throat. Or maybe it’s the way he’s starting to use you for his own pleasure, the knowledge of your reward coming as soon as he does. Like you feel so good he can’t stop himself. Like he needs you, just like you’ve always needed him.

Whatever it is, your thighs press together as he thickens in your mouth, his hand cradling the base of your skull to push himself as deep as you’ll let him go and when you gag warm and wet, saliva flooding your mouth while a whine escapes with a heavy exhale out of your nose, he groans again, bucking into your mouth.

“You always —,” he looks down at you, then lets his head tip back into the pillow as if you’re too much to look at. “The way you choke on it, I – fuck. Fuck.”

You pull back, wetness pooling around the corners of your mouth before you slide down to take him again and your hand pumps what you can’t fit in a slick, firm slide; your nails digging in the meat of his thigh before your hand slips down to cradle his balls, letting them press lightly against your palm.

“I don’t wanna come in your mouth, Birdie. I —“ a hiss, when you mold your lips over the tip of his cock and suck. “I wanna fill that pussy up. I wanna see it soaked with me. I wanna make a mess.”

He is messy. He loves it — loves spitting on your soaked cunt before lapping it up, loves coming on your ass or your back or your stomach before rubbing it into your skin, loves to scoop it up with his fingers and push them into your mouth, or his own. Lube, saliva, sweat, come — your sheets are smeared with the evidence of his love when he leaves, and the only thing you don’t wash is the pillow. The one that smells like him.

“Get up here. Please.”

You pull off and his hands are already greedily reaching for you, tugging you back up onto his lap. When he pulls you down to meet your mouth with his, you both can feel the wetness in your kiss, slick from sucking on him. It drives him wild, his kiss forcing your mouth open wider and your movements getting frantic, you reach down to guide him inside of you.

He pushes home immediately, filling you with a smooth stroke forward and he swallows the puff of air you let out in surprise; his arm across your back to force you to stay in place. One hand across your lower back, the other wrapped under your arm to curl around the top of your shoulder and he starts to fuck you, your body bouncing lightly over him as you meet his every push.

“No,” you moan, and his hold tightens, the hand on your lower back slipping down until his fingers push into the crevice of your ass to hold you there.

“Yes.” His hand moves lower, and you stiffen on top of him before melting into his touch when the pad of his finger brushes against the tight ring of muscle he finds. He fucks you harder, groaning as he feels it under his touch and your forearms brace on the pillow around his head as you clench down around him. God you want it, but you want something else.

“No,” you repeat again, trying not to succumb to the way he overpowers you and you pull free from his hold, sitting up to take him deeper. This. This is what you wanted. This is what you want him to see, and miss.

Your back curves as you put yourself on display for him, and he automatically reaches for your breasts, the weight of them filling his hands. Your head tipped back, you can feel him knead and caress, map the smooth rounds with his calloused touch and his thumbs stroke your nipples, making them peak.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Birdie.” His words bring your eyes back to his, and when you sit up straighter, he gets harder at the fleeting pinch of a frown over your features. He’s so deep like this, forced into you. You rock your hips again, adjusting until he slides smoothly and fills you just so.

“You’re always so beautiful, but especially when you take my cock like this. When you ride it.” He watches you for a moment, the languid movement of your body on top of his lap. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how you like to fuck yourself on it.”

“Oh god, I do. I –” you bite your lip, your tongue running along the plush skin and when he arches his hips underneath you, you moan. “I wanted it so bad today. Just like this.”

“Yea? Just like this?” He sits up with a cinch, his hand wrapping around the nape of your neck to hold you in place and you squirm, biting back a whine.

“Did you think about how I would barely be able to fit it into this tight pussy?” he whispers into your ear. “About how even when you’re so wet - and fuck, you are, Birdie, you always are, just for me – about how even when you’re so wet, we have to work it in?”

“It’s in – oh my god, it’s in. It’s in and I’m – it’s gonna make me come. Ezra, you’re gonna make me come.”

Your hips roll faster against his, your body unconsciously chasing the high of what’s building inside you, and the low, strong pull of arousal intensifies into something firmer, something stronger, something you can taste with every downward stroke onto his lap.

“Say it again. I want to hear it again, okay?”

“Oh God, Ezra – oh, I –,” words leave you, your mind unable to focus on anything but the soothing, intoxicating fill of his cock and he delivers a swat to your ass, bringing you back to him and pushing you closer to the edge. “Fuck.”

Your tits bounce in front of his face, his mouth watering as your hips work as hard as they can and your fingers dig painfully into the meat of his shoulders, holding on tight.

“Ezra. Ezra,” his name a chant, your words punctuated with every push forward. “You’re gonna make me come. You Ezra. Only you. Only –”

You keen, his hold keeping you steady as you lean back and let your release wash through you and the tight fist of your cunt keeps squeezing him, locking up around him in a pulse. He wonders briefly if your heart would match the same rhythm if he were to place his palm against your chest right now.

“Come here,” he groans, pulling you tight against his body and he wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you backwards into the bed. He settles on top of you, hooking your knees up over the crook of his elbows one at a time before he gives you the first, full push inside and using the weight of his body behind it, he fucks in deeper, groaning loud over your breathless moans.

Your bed is a nest of blankets, the pillows pushed onto the floor, the two of you locked in a rhythmic embrace and the sound of his flesh meeting yours is just as filthy as the grunts he’s letting out as he pounds into you.

“Fuck me,” you whine, clenching your teeth and he grins breathlessly for a moment, before picking up the pace.

“Like this, Birdie? You want it like this?” He quickly sits back on his heels, his hands wrapping around the back of your knees to force them into your chest and when he starts fucking down into you, black creeps around the edges of your vision.

He feels so strong, so big, so solid above you right now as he manhandles you into position to make you take his cock and when he tips his head back and groans something filthy, the last thing you see is the ripple of his muscles along his sides before you close your eyes, tipping over the edge again with a cry, just as he does.

“Shit. Shit.”

His voice thick with awe, a guttural groan pours from his throat; rain sliding down the window pane by your bed.

–

Fitting the key in the lock, Ezra lets himself in the front door of the house. He had spent the night, and left you this morning to your writing after leaving a plate of food and a glass of water on the table in front of the couch. Slipping on his shoes, he ran his hand over his mouth as he stepped outside onto the street and he could smell you in his mustache; the scent of you pressed into his skin after he woke you up this morning with his head under the covers.

The memory of your moans and your sleepy smile still lingering in his mind, his movements are light and carefree, loose in a way only a sated man can be when he swipes up the pile of mail after dropping his keys onto the table by the door, and walking towards the kitchen, he thumbs through the mixture of envelopes, distracted.

“Oh, hey.”

The sound of Cee’s voice makes him look up, stopping. “Hey.” The greeting is tentative, his face matching the tone.

“Where ya been?”

The way she phrases it comes out like she’s trying to be casual, but the words are too tight and he shifts his jaw, dropping the mail on the table before shrugging out of his jacket. He gives her a meaningful look, tilting his head to the side.

She nods, turning to finish making her coffee. The silence in the room is heavy for a moment and without saying anything more, she grabs the cup and leaves the room.

Ezra sighs, scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck before rolling his head on his shoulders, as if he’s trying to relieve a tension that only just entered his body. He fights against it, his body instantly restless.

There has been this weight to the house, weeks of it, and he’s tried everything he can to broach the subject with her. Eventually resigning to an awkward, stilted arrangement where they both know where he’s spending his time, but neither one acknowledges it, he hates it. A very direct person by nature, especially when it comes to the things he wants, the avoidance pulls at his skin, especially in contrast from how it feels to be with you.

His natural instinct would be to always talk it out, but it’s hard when the other person is the opposite. Attempting to be careful and considerate about her feelings, he hasn’t pushed too far but there is something about the peace he felt in your bed earlier this morning in comparison with how uncomfortable he feels in his own that pushes him to end this stand-off.

Fuck it.

Steeling himself, he walks down the hallway and raps on her door with his knuckles.

“Hey,” he takes a step in, “can I talk to you?”

She slips her headphones off, leaving them around her neck. She looks so small sitting there on her bed, her hands wrapped around her mug and he waits until she pauses the music on her phone. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he shifts a book to the side, making sure to keep her place.

He takes a breath, then begins.

“You know where I was, right?”

Her face betrays nothing, and she nods.

“I don’t –,” he starts, looking away from her. “I’m tired, Cee,” he sighs. His eyes close, his tense shoulders dropping before he leans forward, rubbing at the frown between his brows.

“I’m tired of this.” He looks up at her, earnestly honest. “Aren’t you?”

She looks away from him, chastened.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it. I know.” He shifts on his seat, facing her. “But I – I gotta just say what I’m going to say and you can sit there and listen to it, or you can ignore it, or you can talk to me.” He bends his head, his eyes catching hers.

“I’m sorry. I’m…..sorry for a lot of things. For going behind your back, for hiding something from you, for saying – saying some of the things I said when you found out.”

Having set her mug down, she picks at the comforter underneath her crossed legs and he resists the urge to stop because she looks so much like a child right now. She isn’t, he reminds himself. The two of them should be on equal ground rather than the tilted scales of parent and child, and he pushes forward, wanting to be honest with her. Wanting to confess, to relieve the weight in these walls.

“But I am not sorry that I did it.” To say he is would be a lie, and thinking of you, he can’t even bring himself to say the words. He wouldn’t mean them. He shakes his head slowly. “I’m not sorry about that part.”

“I'm sorry that you felt you needed to see her behind my back,” she says quietly, anger held in the words. Not looking at him, she continues. “That you feel you can’t see anyone because of me.”

His words come back to him, guilt flooding his chest as he remembers the way he shouted them at her and he looks down for a moment, ashamed.

“I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean – I was upset, and I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not true, that I don’t see anyone because of you.”

They sit in silence together, Ezra choosing his words carefully.

“I just —” he sighs, looking down at his hands, one rubbing the other in thought. “When you came to me, I tried so hard to put you first.”

Her head snaps up, eager to reassure him. “You did. I always felt like you did.“

He nods, agreeing. “I did. It’s been me and you for so long, you know? And I didn’t want you to feel like….left behind. Or forgotten, or neglected. I wanted you to know you had me.”

He looks at her. “You come first. You’ve always come first. But I want this.”

She continues looking at him, her face sliding from reluctant listening to sympathy and for a moment, she looks ashamed.

“I don’t know why you didn’t just tell me? You’ve never lied to me. Ever.”

He looks pained, his hand rubbing at the tattooed mark between his thumb and finger.

“I think because I knew it was wrong? Because she’s so much younger, and —” he rubs his neck with his hand, “I don’t know. I think I knew you would be upset, but I didn’t want to stop. Selfish, I know.”

She thinks about how he cares for her — how he’s always cared for her, and how selfish would actually be the last word she’d describe him as. Maybe selfish with other people, definitely self interested at times, absolutely knows how to get what he wants when he wants it — but selfish, with her? Never.

“I don’t — I don’t know. I get it, but it’s so uncomfortable now, knowing you’re…..sleeping together.”

He frowns, but nods. “Have you talked to her?”

She shakes her head. “No. I mean, she’s tried, but….”

He gives her a disappointed look, one heavily reminiscent of the ones he gave her when she was young. “You’re just gonna ice her out? Just gonna forget about her?”

“She’s leaving, so I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end.” She’s still angry, her jaw set as she bites out the words and he knows her well enough to see the mask over her vulnerability. He doesn’t say anything, letting her sit with what she just said and when she glances up at him, he sees a flash of shame before her face softens.

“What are you gonna do? When she leaves?”

He lets out a heavy sigh, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Let her go, right?” He shrugs in resignation, sitting up straight. “Help her pack, drive her to the airport, and let her go. Same thing I would do with you.”

Cee frowns, looking away from him.

“I’m sorry too,” she says eventually, pulling him from his thoughts. “I could have handled it all better, and……I didn’t.”

Avoiding his eyes, she continues. “I guess I was just — well, you know. I told you when we fought. Jealous. Hurt.” A pained expression passes over her features, and she shakes her head at herself. “I could have —“ she starts, abruptly stopping, letting out a deep exhale.

“Anyway,” she looks up, “I’m sorry.”

She does look sorry - genuinely sorry, even as she wrestles with the rest of her feelings and Ezra feels sympathy for her, for how she’s always been. Always a thinker, existing in her head as she navigates her feelings on her own time, feeling the need to push her insecurities deep down in order to keep a brave, uncaring face. Other people would be fooled, but not him. He’s seen her face enough to read it as clear as day; the apology she truly means for him, and the complex feelings she still has towards you.

He’s lifted his mask, and even though she’s still partially wearing hers, at least it’s a start.

“You’re fine.” His hand settles on her knee, squeezing it for a moment. “It’s fine.”

Knowing when to push and when to let her nurse her thoughts alone, he gives her one last look and stands from her bed. It’s then that she sees the small stack of books that were resting next to him.

“What are those?” She bends forward, reaching to slide them closer and he turns, pausing on his way out.

“Just something I grabbed for you. They were gonna be tossed, but I know how I can’t throw any possible treasures away.” He grins, and the corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile. “And I also know how you could never turn down a free book.”

She looks at the cover, a flicker of recognition on her face and she opens it, confirming when she sees your handwriting. She settles slowly back against her pillow, turning the pages, reading.

“I’m gonna shower,” Ezra says, watching her, “and then I’ll be in my work room, okay?”

“Yea,” she responds, distracted. When he doesn’t say anything but continues to stand there, she looks up.

“Yea, sounds good,” she replies with a short smile.

He nods back at her, walking out into the hallway and as he takes the first deep breath he’s taken in weeks in his own home, she scoots down deeper into her bed; one hand reaching for her mug, the other holding the book open in her lap as she begins the first page.

#ezra x you #ezra/you #ezra/reader #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect x you #ezra fanfiction #ezra smut #pedro pascal

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【KagePro】 Kuroha and KuroEne Rambles 🖤❤️💙🐍🐇

Kuroha's Manga Route 2 Design

Adjusted the screentones slightly on this doodle!

I did a little experiment yesterday cuz I wanted to test how the screentones would look...

I think this is generally how I'd draw his Manga Route 2 design in comic form (in the future). I'd just refine the sketch and make it neater.

I think that this conveys his black snake scales the best (out of all the ones I've tested) cuz my art style has really thick prominent eyelashes and they need to be visible for it to look good

Me when my friends/mutuals tell me I opened their eyes to the KuroEne agenda and that I was the main reason they considered and thought of the ship in the first place. My propaganda is working /lh /j 👍 😎

The KuroEne vision~~ I'm glad to spread the word about them 💞

Like I've literally had mutuals/friends tell me, "Oh I've never thought of them as a ship! It would be amazing content for a very angsty ship! It's a good way to see it and it would make sense for such an interesting ship like that."

KUROENE TAKEOVER!!! KUROENE WORLD DOMINATION!!! 🖤💙🐍🐇

It's honestly my dream to be able ship doujinshi one day... I feel like creating fan-works like art, writing, are some of the ultimate forms of love languages for your faves and ships.

That's why I wanna be able to improve to the point where I can draw comics comfortably. Like I want to be able to draw fast and have an aesthetically pleasing art style.

I love my art style but I certainly do not draw fast enough for comics and I'd like to improve my art more before I commit to huge art projects like these (ie. comics, doujinshi)

Also my redrawing tendency is just so bad I constantly redraw my own arts 😭 I want to be able to draw quickly and have more aesthetically pleasing art.

Basically, I want my artistic/technical skills to improve first before I do long comics.

I want to be able to create doujinshi (fan-comics) of my fave ships. Cuz I think creating doujins for your fave charas/ships are one of the ultimate forms of love languages.

Also, y'know for ship doujinshi, how they're usually formatted like this? They tend to have the series name, doujinshi number, pairing/ship, author, doujinshi circle name, etc., on the back of the book.

Example:

Kagerou Project: Unofficial Fanbook (No. 1) The Dance of Endless Shadows Kuroha x Ene Stepswordsen

Lowkey wondering how I should format it in the future...

Also I just gave an example for now, cuz the name of my KuroEne AU is still tentative. I came up with a list of ideas in my notes, but I'm still trying to decide...

Like I was thinking about the potential of making a KuroEne ship doujinshi in the future (and of course, I would love to make ship doujinshi of all of my top fave ships, once my art skills improve)

And I was wondering whether I should use Kuroha (クロハ, Kuroha), his popularized fandom nickname, or Black Konoha (黒コノハ, Kuro Konoha), which is the official name... Or Saeru Hebi (冴える蛇, "Clearing Snake")

Potential Ideas:

Kuroha x Ene

Black Konoha x Enomoto Takane

Saeru Hebi x Enomoto Takane

Kuroha x Enomoto Takane

Black Konoha x Ene

Saeru Hebi x Ene

This is a "For the future" scenario I thought of in my head.

I thought of the potential idea of making ship fan-comics and doujinshi for my top fave ships in the future. I would love to create full fledged doujins for them once my technical art skills improve more! 🙏

I imagined how I'd format the book in my head.

Also, I would definitely make all of my ship comics and doujinshi, publically available and free to read for accessibility reasons for fans to enjoy. They’d be web comics/doujins.

My top 5 fave ships are LimGuda, XanLena, IdaTatsu, JuAli, KuroEne. My top ships are all very important and personal to me (just in different ways), so they’re all tied No. 1 for me.

Also, whenever in the future I get to do this (way off in the future), I definitely want to make the X's in the ship name RED for visual purposes.

In merch, Kuroha tends to be referred to by the code "XX" because he's not apart of the Mekakushi Dan.

The Mekakushi Dan (Blindfold Gang) members have a code number based on the order in which they joined the Dan.

It fits Kuroha to be themed with red. I love all the white crosses around him in the Outer Science MV, and how the red Eyes that represents the Mekakushi Dan just shatter one by one around him...

He "gouges out the Eyes" -> Kills the Mekakushi Dan (who are represented by their Eyes)

Symbolically, I like the thematic symbolism of "Marking them out with X's" like crossing out a hit list

I think using any of the first three would be best, but Kuroha x Ene is short and sweet. The other two use the full, official names, though...

Ngl I'm gonna miss typing tags for my fave charas/ships. I always did it on desktop so I had fun doing it

Also I think I did come up with a solution for not being able to use tags? Like I can just reblog my own posts and they won't show up in the search results. Yippee!

I can definitely reblog some of my old posts in the future! I'd like to add onto them eventually <3

#kagepro #kagerou project #kuroha #ene #enomoto takane #takane enomoto #dark konoha #black konoha #me ga saeru hebi #saeru hebi #saeru #snake of clearing eyes #kuroene #saeene #kuroha x ene #saeru x ene #black konoha x ene #dark konoha x ene

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spectacled-renegade-writes · 1 year

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An Early Start - Chapter 4 - Danny Phantom

Ao3: Here | Chapter 1: Here

Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 4:

Danny didn’t know when it happened but at some point, he stopped thinking of himself as a human that was part ghost, and instead thought of himself as a ghost that was part human. Maybe it was living in the Ghost Zone, but being a ghost just felt much more comfortable. He no longer feared this part of himself but instead embraced it. He embraced all of it. Around the time Danny realized he started thinking of himself as a ghost was around the same time the Ghost Zone began to feel like home. A lot happened in that time.

Once Danny learned to control his powers, Clockwork began to pass on the rest of his knowledge. He sat with Danny at the top of his tower, overlooking the Ghost Zone, and asked, “What would you like to learn today?”

The possibilities were overwhelming, endless. Danny couldn’t possibly begin to decide. So Danny replied, “Everything.”

So, that’s exactly what Clockwork did. He began simple. Danny was four. Clockwork taught him how to read.

It wasn’t until they began the speaking portion of it, verbally sounding out the letters, that Danny began to struggle, and he couldn’t understand why. Clockwork saw his frustration begin to grow but remained patient, even at the point when Danny threw his book across the room with a growl.

“Danny.” Clockwork stated calmly.

“I hate this!” Danny yelled. “I wanna learn something different!”

“Danny,” Clockwork repeated evenly. “I have taught you to read, so we may begin to learn something new if you’d like. However, I must ask, are you aware of why you find yourself struggling with the spoken portion of this lesson?”

Danny crossed his arms. “Because I’m dumb.”

“No,” Clockwork shook his head. He glided over to the far side of the room and picked up the book Danny threw. “It is because you have not used your human voice in six months.” Clockwork waited patiently for a response but when he received none, he turned back around. There Danny stood, his crossed arms gone a bit slack.

“But…” Danny swallowed. “I… talk to you every day.”

“Indeed, you do.” Clockwork agreed. “However, the language you speak is the language of ghosts. Before this lesson I often wondered if you were even aware you were doing it.”

Danny readjusted his arms so they were holding himself instead. “I’m speaking a different language?”

“You are.” Clockwork confirmed.

“But… I don’t feel like I am.”

Clockwork floated to him and handed back the book. “The language you have been using is called Ghost Speak. It is a language every ghost innately knows, and naturally speaks. Ghost Speak does not require the use of vocal cords, the part of your body used for human communication, so they have become deteriorated from disuse. To speak a human language, a ghost must think consciously to do it.

“You, however, are a special case." Clockwork continued. "Since you are half human, you still need your vocal cords in ways that full ghosts don’t. Unless you practice, you will lose the use of your vocal cords permanently.”

Danny thought about this. He could talk to Clockwork and the other ghosts he’s met just fine, and if he’s stuck here, he didn’t see much of a point if he's never going to use it again anyway. This is his home now and he is the only human in his new home. He looked up at Clockwork and said, “I want to learn something new.”

“As you wish,” Clockwork replied.

Danny began to learn many things. History, science, mathematics, music… the list was as truly endless as the depth of knowledge Clockwork carried. But, it was a long time before Danny touched language again. However one day, a while later, after Danny’s frustrations were long since forgotten, Clockwork sat Danny down for another lesson and said, “You know, little one, if you are interested, humans also have languages of their own which do not require vocal cords.”

Danny perked up. “How?”

Clockwork smiled and held up his hands. “Clever, humans are, they call it sign language. They speak with their hands for those who cannot hear.”

Danny’s eyes sparkled, he didn’t know such a thing could exist. “Teach me.” He said. “Please.”

So, Clockwork did.

As Danny grew, and his personality began to form, he became increasingly lonely. The Ghost Zone was lonely. Through the years, he tried many a time to make friends with the numerous ghosts he encountered, but every attempt was all for naught.

After his first encounter with Skulker, word spread quickly through the Ghost Zone that the young halfa was the ward of Clockwork. No one who knew this wanted to be near him, and everyone knew it. They were afraid of him. They feared potentially upsetting Danny and by virtue, Clockwork, and no one wanted to face Clockwork's wrath.

So, Danny remained lonely, and spent most of his free time in the library of the Ghost Writer, one of the few ghosts with whom he had a pleasant relationship with, yet wouldn't go so far as to call it a friendship, and spent his time with a book in his lap and a comfortable seat to sit in. Danny accepted this, and thought it was okay, because the books he read gave him plenty of company. He didn’t let himself think too hard on it.

When Danny was six he began to shiver. It started suddenly one morning while he practiced tying knots, yet another piece of knowledge currently being taught to him by Clockwork. The rope slipped from his grasp and he clutched his arms. It was the first time since being in the Ghost Zone that he felt cold. Danny tried to coat his body in a layer of charged ectoplasm to warm himself up but not even that would work. He was home alone and didn’t know what to do, so all he could do was await Clockwork’s return.

Return Clockwork did, finding Danny curled up on the floor, rolled up in a spare cloak, desperately shivering from head to toe. The poor boy's skin was blue and he was covered in a layer of ice. Clockwork knew this day would come, however there were so many days it possibly could've been, there was no way of knowing which it would turn out to be, a factor not even Clockwork could deduce. So, he scooped the boy in his arms and headed out.

When Danny came to, he was finally warm, and… floating in liquid. He looked around and was greeted face to face with a large, fuzzy Yeti. “U-um…” Danny stammered. He raised a timid hand. “Hello.”

The Yeti split into a wide grin upon seeing Danny’s awakening. “Why, greetings, young one! It is most pleasant to make your acquaintance. I have heard much about you and have been eagerly expecting your arrival!”

Danny looked down at himself. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“All excellent questions!” The Yeti replied. Danny liked how chipper he seemed. “My name is Frostbite and you are in the Far Frozen! You are currently in a de-icing chamber. Clockwork brought you to us after he found you nearly frozen into a coma.”

Danny looked around. “Clockwork? Where is he?”

“Not to worry young one,” Frostbite replied. “He had some business to attend to but I assure you, you are in very good hands. He has tasked us with helping you learn to control your new power!”

Truthfully, Danny didn’t understand what was going on. One minute he’s at the tower tying knots, then the next, he’s in this strange place and a Yeti is telling him he has a new power. The Yeti must have seen the confusion on the poor boy’s face because he smiled gently and elaborated. “Do you recall yourself shivering?”

Yes, actually. Now that Danny could think more clearly, yes. He did remember. Danny nodded.

Frostbite smiled and directed Danny to a screen on the wall of the icy cave they were in. It had a diagram of Danny with a glowing, blue light in his chest. “Your central core reading indicates extreme cold, as if your body is self-generating it.”

Danny tilted his head. “I… don’t understand.”

“Ah, yes, young one,” Frostbite nodded sheepishly. He seemed to forget how young Danny was for a moment; even one as educated as Danny was still but a child. “To put it simply, you have the power of cold, of ice.” Danny’s eyes widened with wonder. “It is an ability that has been building within you for a long time, let out only little by little.”

“Little by little?”

Frostbite nodded. “You have an ability, do you not? Of sensing the presence of a ghost which draws near. That bit of fog that escapes your mouth has been a part of this ability from the start.”

From the start? Danny’s “ghost sense”, as Clockwork had helped him name it, was a constant and ever present part of his life since his arrival in the Ghost Zone. At first he found its frequency annoying but he’s long learned to accept it. This whole time… it was a part of an even bigger power?

“Will you teach me?” Danny asked.

“That is precisely why are you here, young one.” Frostbite chuckled. “New it may be to you, this power is one very familiar with my people. I have been awaiting this day since your arrival to this realm.”

“Since… my arrival? The first day?”

“Yes,” Frostbite confirmed. “I sensed an immense power appear quite suddenly two years ago. It wasn’t long after that Clockwork came to me and explained its source, and that I was the one destined to teach you to control it.”

Danny thought about this. Clockwork knew everything, a fact Danny has known for a long time now. He also knew why there were some things Clockwork didn’t tell him, how his life force was not built with the capacity to handle all the knowledge in the universe the way Clockwork’s is. But this… surely Clockwork could have told him about this? “How come Clockwork never told me?”

“I am sure he has his reasons,” Frostbite answered. “He is a very powerful and ancient ghost, and never does something without reason.”

Danny nodded absently at that. “I think I feel better enough to practice now.” He said.

“I believe you are,” Frostbite agreed. “Let us get you out of that chamber and begin your lessons then."

Danny did not see Clockwork for a week. It was by far the longest he’s gone without seeing him since his arrival in this world. But he was left in good hands. Every day Frostbite would come get him at the crack of dawn and the two of them would spend the whole day training. It was even more intimidating with the rest of the residents of the Far Frozen watching, and Danny felt bad whenever he slipped up and hurt someone, but Frostbite always encouraged him to keep going.

Danny learned to control this new power. In a weird way he felt a sense of warmth in this new cold. Not a literal warmth but… a comforting warmth. It wrapped around him like a blanket and provided a sense of calm, a calm like a quiet morning after a fresh overnight snowfall. When Clockwork came to pick him up, Danny smiled and waved at Frostbite. Then, after a moment of hesitation, reached forward and hugged him. Frostbite was the first real friend Danny’s made in the Ghost Zone since his arrival, besides Clockwork of course, and he couldn't be more grateful. “Thank you,” He smiled up at him. “So much.”

Frostbite felt honored as he hugged the child back. “You are welcome here any time, young one.”

Danny smiled one last time at Frostbite as he took Clockwork’s hand, and the two of them left.

#an early start au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #danny fenton #clockwork #frostbite #lost time #renegade writes

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chanquokka · 8 months

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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: de wonderfulest ppl @noonaracha @straykidsgallery and @itsstraykids thank you sm!!! (go appreciate their cool point stories!)

Name(s): juni! is what i decided. some friends on this hellsite also call me solar so wtv u prefer. atp i just have a bunch of nicknames bcs i also have a Weird Name, A Weirder (Family) Nickname in real life

Pronouns: he/she/they/it<3 when i say feel free. pls and thank u

Star Sign: libra, right when it starts (and just a day after seungmin's!)

#of Siblings And Fun Facts About Them(if u have any): one (1) younger gremlin brother, and the funnest fact abt them is that he has been a walking directory of telephone no's since he was 4 and now can be relied upon to calculate large numbers inside his head in point seconds. Still hates physics(and most things theory)> by which, he also stores insane and inane amount of stats info (abt all types of things, but mostly sports) inside his head ready to be flourished at a moments notice, which is mildly impressive when ur 6 and debating with college students the scores of a game that happened 15yrs before u were born but not now when ur 17 and ppl are more focused on your test scores rather than ones u know, so</3 also has his birthday on changbin's but he doesnt know abt that

#of Pets: there's a history there. with fishes that my ma deceived me with on my 12th birthday(when i asked for a pet, i imagined smth i could hold) and then liked too much herself that we had them for 5yrs. three times; birds, but my brother kind of freed them while singing a lullaby with only me as an unbelieving witness. a dog (belovedest of em all) my dad picked from street as a puppy and who, then, had to be given away after 3yrs bcs of Stupid Reasons im still mad abt. now i just have street cats showing up at my front door to safekeep their babies on my staircase's isolated nooks till they grow up and vanish and street dogs who believe i have endless supplies of treats and show me sad faces when i dont. i really want a pet</3 but for now im contending with pictures of kitties whose moms operate on strict 'see-dont-touch' policies and sweet sweet strays who like to befriend u too easy.

Fandoms: many, but rn im active mostly in skz and mxtx. id love to be in other stuff i read and watch but since Capitalism hates me dearly,,,

Favorite Color: darker shades of all and any colors(esp blue green and red)!!! can be relied upon immensely to look warm and pretty always

Favorite Song: picking favorites for anything is out of my capabilities. also am just listening to my favorite bollywood playlist a lot these days.

Favorite Author: have a working list of favorite poets that does not end at 1. have not read a book seriously in four years of exam/prep-locking. but even if i did, idt ill be able to pick any favorite bcs, yk. good things in many things. (tldr; its roald dahl) (and ruskin bond who i read when i was 5 and still read when im so tired bcs his stories inspire me to write always)

Hobbies: I dance(perform) sometimes? I write??(←derogatory, dubious) make stuff, mostly poems and stories and tinker with free things i can do, both online or craft. analysis of things with friends is a beloved activity. i liek yoga and stretching (rn in an ongoing war with 3° winter mornings to drag myself out of bed and go to class at 6) cooking when i have time but mostly, always, reading (or! watching) stories, poems and learning abt cool nonfiction things (does crying abt fiction count)

Favorite Holiday: none of the above its the trips and getaways u make for yourself. all my beloved memories are always mostly from when our family makes a trip to someplace my mom insists or there's a non-worrying emergency to go somewhere. just family getting together under some pretense, even tho it is stressful as fuck.

Do You Have Any Partner(s): persuading my best friend atm but sadly she's straight</3(no lmao)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: since im having it rn- coffee doesnt keep me up or sometimes even makes me nod off, a fact i discovered after my 14yr old brain had the brilliant idea to try out the cool, forbidden drink after dinner knowing i wasnt allowed to. this is not fun to my ma but growing up in a sort of restrictive household, im also just weirdly good at sneaking and doing stuff im not supposed to without getting caught. i also do not know how to talk in lesser words. this is an absolute curse, yes i have tried. beware</3

this^ is a mess but thank u i had fun!! lemme tag: @winterfloral @syannie @hyunhomoons @quokki @chogiwow @agibbangs @rainknow @lixence @hyunebear @straykidsgallery @jerirose @ambivartence @hongjoongpresent + anyone who wishes to! apologies if tagged already!

#tag games #no pressure giys but also pls do it im nosy and id love to know !!#also ignore. the wordiness. i tried my best

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readmanybooks · 4 months

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A warm welcome & Introduction

Dear reader,

welcome to 'ReadManyBooks' Araya's View~!

In this blog I will mainly discuss reviews, recommendations, and simply share my thoughts on books. (Who would've thought- HA!)

Yeah, no... I simply need an outlet to share with people. My body contains a lot of feelings, thoughts and emotions about certain things and sharing this with friends who aren't that much into reading, which became a kind of a problem felt like trying to explain to an IT person, what brush you would use for doing your make-up. Or something similar to that, you feel me? So here I am on my balcony, throwing my thoughts left and right on how to do a proper introduction to so many random strangers, thinking of what could catch your interest to keep you here, captivated, locked in. With me. Alone. I mean we might share an interest here and there and that is probably why you even started reading this specific post in general, right? :')

Speaking of interest...

Reading has been on my hobby list for many, many years. By the age of 12, I read the book series 'The Faerie Path' by Allan Frewin Jones. It had me fully embracing and day dreaming of growing my own pair of wings and escaping the mortal life. It brought me into worlds and perspectives to life with someone else's view and wishing me to be there. I remember making 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green, my whole personality. (It was the first book I read in 7 hours without any breaks and lots and lots of tears.)

Just as I was fully diving into the endless depths of books, video games took a big toll on me. Once I got my computer set up into my room, and wasn't restricted to play hours anymore, I had become a gamer and after school hours, it has been more than 8 hours that I spent regularly in front of the flat screen. Playing the Sims or League of Legends with online friends I had made over the years.

Things were still the same until mid January 2024. At this point not only have I suffered from chronic migraines, but I also got plagued by the thought of sitting in front of the computer feeling useless and losing myself in games, like my so-called father. Guessing from how I talk about him, you should now know it is not the greatest connection that I maintain. But I made that decision and found my home back in my books. February started and I turned 25. Time flies. Yikes.

I set up a GoodReads Account, ordered way too many books and a kindle by the end of march. That I now came to the point, I wanna share all of this with you. Therefore I am writing this post hoping it will reach the right people to connect with.

My reading journey, began with Abby Jimenez's 'Yours Truly', sadly it didn't get into this year's reading challenge. It is not much not lost to be honest, but it makes me quite sad, that I started that series with book 2 instead of book 1. (I will still read book 1 and 3 in the future and review it, without book 2.)

I did some buddy readings with What.The.Book which I hope will also conclude into a featured review, from the both of us, when we comeback with buddy readings. Her Instagram page already has been a continuously book review page. So feel free, to check out to see what she has been up to.

For myself I have been following Leijla for quite a while, before reaching out and starting reading with her and gaining a wonderful friend. Books that we read were the full series of Pip's & Ravi's Crime thriller, 'A good girls guide to murder', 'Good Girl, Bad Blood' & 'As Good As Dead' by Holly Jackson and the first book 'Emily Wildes's Encyclopedia of Faeries' a novel by Heather Fawcett. We will continue the adventures of Emily in September. So be excited of what is to come. :) For myself, I am currently (1/6/24) 30 Books into my 50 Books reading Challenge of 2024. By mid March I was already at 20 Books in and I had to expand the goal for this year. There is no denying in not doing it again. I stopped the time for fun, and need 48mins and 36 seconds for 50 pages, without any breaks and interruptions. I wouldn't call myself a fast reader, but I read many books, because of a lot of free time that I have. I read at least one book on my kindle and 2 physical books.

My current ones are:

'The Housemaid' by Freida McFadden a Mystery Thriller following ex-felon Millie in her new job as a Housemaid, and figuring out her work life along her 'crazy' Employer Nina Winchester. Wondering what she has to bring to the story and what is behind people's talk about Nina.

'A Court of Mist and Fury' by Sarah J. Maas The second book of the Fae Romantasy 'ACOTAR' (A court of thorns and roses) (A mix between Romance & Fantasy), where Feyre, learns more about the politics and people of Prythian, with a soul of mortals and a immortal body.

'The Age of Magical Overthinking' by Amanda Montell Notes on Modern Irrationality. How ones internal thoughts can have an affect on unrelated events.

I will write a book review on 'A court of thorns and roses' shortly and follow up with the ones that I continue reading. But for a start this introduction hopefully will do. :) Will see you soon in the next post! Yours Truly, Araya.

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I’m so genuinely intrigued and curious abt that post you made abt reaching out to the authors when you find a paper you want to read bc.. how are you finding these papers in the first place?? Do they show up on your tiktok fyp?? Do you just search up whatever topic you wanna read about on google scholar? I think that that’s really cool that you do that and I also would like to read about research that like actually interests me and not just papers assigned in class but I dunno where I would start looking for them. Sorry this ask is probably so random but do you have any tips?? lmao 😭

WHAT a fun question!!! of course i have tips!!!

first of all....free urself from the tiktok fyp i am begging u <3 like. ok i am sure there are people on there who are sharing academic articles and such but....more often with tiktok at least in my experience u just end up getting stuck in an endless scroll rather than actually following up on any interesting reading/research suggestions. also i think it is just like. a valuable and enriching skill to be able to think of things on ur own that u want to learn about and then go and find resources urself! like. approach tiktok w caution perhaps it could be helpful for some but i worry a bit that we are all becoming a little too reliant on algorithms to feed us Content, y'know?

anyway! as for how i find papers 2 read that interest me! most often it is a matter of finding something that sparks my interest + then going down a rabbit hole. and there are soooooo many ways to do this!! the internet is an amazing resource!!!! here is a list of some ways that i find interesting articles:

tumblr <3 lol i follow various blogs that post interesting stuff abt theory + academia every so often, and if i see a quote that interests me i'll go and try to find the article it came from! (you could also use tiktok this way if you've found some good people to follow! my main hesitation w tiktok is just that. it's an endless scroll + an algorithm which are both 2 things that i find distracting, and why i prefer tumblr)

substack - same kinda deal as tumblr; i subscribe to bloggers who write about topics that interest me and if they cite research in their posts i'll go try to find that research to read it myself

news articles/blog posts/essays that i come across online - again, if there's some interesting research cited, i'll go and try to find it

search by writer - if you keep hearing about an academic or someone suggests "oh read some so-and-so," go and look up so-and-so and see what they've written + what u can find online for free! most really famous/influential academics will have some free pdfs of their more influential work floating around online, and for smaller/niche academics--email them!

along the same lines - if u find an article or essay or speech by an academic and u like it, go find their biography page on the website of whatever school they teach at! schools will usually list professors' work, or at least a few examples, and you can find more stuff to read from that same person whose article you enjoyed. this is especially helpful if ur researching something kinda niche

wikipedia! people shit on wikipedia all the time as if it's not a "real source" but that's simply false! wikipedia is a great jumping-off point if you're interested in a broad topic but don't know where to start. go scroll through the wikipedia article about said topic and see what's cited there to get an idea of where you might be able to find some interesting articles/research to narrow ur focus!

look through the bibliography/citations on other research! if ur reading a book or article on an interesting topic + want to learn more, actually take a minute to scan through the citations and see if any titles catch ur eye!

ask people for recommendations! if u have an old/current professor or a friend or something who u know is interested in the same topic as u, ask if they have any reading recommendations!

if ur a university student--take advantage of that shit!!! look thru the papers on ur syllabus and scan the citations of the most interesting ones for further reading or go look up the writers u like best from the course to find more stuff they've written! look at the class listings for classes u aren't taking and if ur interested, ask those professors if they'd be willing to share their reading lists with you! keep an eye out for free lectures or events on new topics that interest you as a jumping-off point for finding new things to learn about! ask ur friends in other majors what they're learning about and go look it up if it interests you!

go to the library and look through the nonfiction section for topics ur interested in; check out books with cool titles! if they're boring, u can just return them

go to thrift stores or used bookstores and do the same thing! look for nonfiction books with interesting titles! i loooooooooove love love love looking through gender studies sections of bookstores for nonfiction--and then if i find a book i like, guess what that book's gonna cite?? more articles + books!!!!!! there is so much research + knowledge in the world just waiting to be shared!!!!

anyway. these are just some ways that i have found interesting new things to learn about! it sounds like u are currently a student--and like, trust me, i get that when ur constantly being assigned readings for classes it can just become a drag. but college is an AMAZING resource; i still go back and reference old notes from school to find research that i'm interested in, and some of my classes introduced me to articles that i still return to + cite today. research can be so so so fun + rewarding when ur just doing it for the joy of learning; the key really is to treat it like a little spiderweb. maybe most of ur assignments are boring, but this one article for class was really interesting and u actually find urself wanting to learn more--look at the research that article cited! google the names of the writers to see what else they've written! ask ur prof if they have any more suggestions similar to that article! the possibilities are endless!!

+ if ur a student, ur institution probably has access to a whole bunch of research databases where u can find articles + books for free, which is amaaaaaaaazing take advantage of that shit. but i am not currently a student, so my process for finding articles usually goes:

google + see if a free pdf magically pops up (happens more often than you'd think honestly)

failing that -- if it's a book, i check the online collection at my library + also on openlibrary and project gutenberg and zlibrary; for articles i usually check library genesis (sometimes i look for books here too) or sci-hub (usually works best if you search by doi)

failing that -- if it's an article, i go hunt down the email address of whoever wrote it and email them to ask for access! for books, if you really really want to read it you can usually put in a request at your local library for them to get it, but sometimes i do just have to give up if i can't find a book for free online anywhere :(

hopefully some of this was helpful !! and if ur looking for nonfiction book recs i have a post here with some stuff i've read over the past year or two and i also have a post here with like...some suggestions for intro gender studies/queer theory reading (mostly articles)!

#ask #this got really long sorry lmao #i just. love researching! and looking things up! and reading about them!#learning can be sooooooooo fun guys i know school kinda sucks the joy out of it a lot of the time but. it's soooooo fun trust me #and i also personally just. really feel a sense of accomplishment when i'm seeking something out + reading + thinking about it myself #as opposed to just like. only ever letting other people summarize stuff for me #which i think kinda happens if ur only engaging with theory through like....social media + not ever actually reading it urself #summarizing is good and helpful sometimes!! it's just not enough on its own if u wanna learn abt a topic in-depth

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not-a-big-slay · 2 years

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Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figured out from whom it really came from

warnings: talking about murder

A/N: helloo! this chapter is a bit short, but school forced me to actually study so i didnt have the time...sorry for keeping you waiting, i hope to get back at writing very soon, but just have to find the right mood and time :)) i hope yall enjoy it.

part: 9/?

previous part: part 8

next part: part 10

masterlist

taglist (if you wanna be added, say so in the comments :)) :

@chickencouncilrep

@venomsvl

@happy-nico

Y/N was always strict on herself.

After she and her mother escaped from enslavement, she was dissapointed in herself for not being strong, mentally and physically. When they started living in their new home, she trained herself to be stronger, fearful, better. She worked out 'till she could barely move, she ran until she could see the first rising stars, she studied and read many books to the point where words didn't make sense anymore. She also practised her knife-throwing, losing almost every knife they had and earning a deep cut in exchange. She trained with revolvers as well, however stopped due to many holes they had in their roof. Y/N liked bows. She liked the speed of arrows and simplicity in the weapon. She also perfected her skills until her forearms were painted in black and her index and her middle finger looked like little balloons.

She never wanted to make the same mistake again. She never wanted to trust someone blindlessly or be unready and unaware of the dangers in her life. If something caught her off-guard, she punished herself in different ways: she would sleep on the ground instead in her bed, wouldn't eat for a day, would work out instead of sleeping. Everything she could restrict from herself as a form of punishment, she would. It wasn't healthy for her and she hated herself once she grew up, but deep down was quite thankful for it.

Because without the sleepless nights on the floor, she would probably lose her mind in the Slat.

She was here for 2 days and already hated the place. In the daytime it was noisy and loud, but in the nighttime it was so much worse. The bed she was given was worse than the floor she slept on as a punishment and after the experiencing how soft could beds be like, it certainly wasn't better. She would go without sleep if necessary, but Kaz wanted to make her stay even more fun by playing an endless mind game with her. He was suddenly nice to her, like he didn't want to shoot her two nights before. He no longer looked at her like a hunter looks at their prey and when he asked her how she slept the day before, she became beware of him even more and distant herself from him. It's not like she didn't want to tell him and explain everything, but his behaviour was too welcoming and nice for her liking. If it was Kaz Rietvield, she wouldn't doubt him a bit.

But he's dead now, isn't he?

Y/N looked into the dirty mirror that she was too scared to clean and inspected her reflection from the roots of her hair to her covered torso. She moved her eyes to the jackknife, rotating ít in her palms. There are still 2 days left to kill Pekka Rollins and Y/N hated to miss the deadline. Yet she couldn't bring her mind to create a perfect plan. It couldn't be too easy, she waited too long for this opportunity, but she also wanted to be quick, in and out, however she wanted a slow, painful death for him, wringing the life out of his eyes with her bare hands. The plan needed time to fulfill every requirement on her list and she didn't have exactly that, time. And she regretted for not starting sooner.

In the past, she would go out and run until the morning rises, it would probably be better than to stay in this earsplitting buidling. Instead, she got up, left the knife on her dressing table and went for the stairs to the roof. She needed to clear her head before she can think about murder.

The cold air hit her face first and failed to warn her about the incoming raindrops. Y/N looked at the grey sky, tracing her eyes down on the light of the city, fighting with darkness. She stepped on the roof, careful not to slip, and made her way to the edge. After sitting down she could finally breath out. Her legs swinged in the air, searching nervously for a hard surface. Hands supporting her weight, Y/N let the rain wash her thoughts away and allowed herself to zone out for a bit. Her ears were filled with heavy splashing of clouds' tears and completely missed the sound that was creeping closer.

"Oh, are you avoiding Jesper as well?"

She turned her head around to find Nina next to her, sitting down. She smiled at her struggling to find the right position and looked back at the sad sky. She answered then: "No, should I?". Nina stopped moving around and traced Y/N's gaze with her eyes. "Well, unless you wanna hear about how Inej is astonishing, Kaz is insufferable and how Wylan is small but in bed he's-"

"I got you." Y/N stopped her just in time, not wanting to know more. Jesper is so happy to have his friend back. Y/N noticed it. Inej, the Suli girl, was apparently very known in the Slat. She left some time ago and many people didn't believe she would return. Y/N heard from Jesper she is like a wind, unhearable, unnoticable, and like a light, very fast, inconspicuous. Jesper would tell the hitman her life story, but Inej didn't believe her, rightfully. They don't know each other well, but Y/N thinks they'll bond soon. After all, they have a very important thing in common.

"So Jesper is drunk again?". Jesper's celebration for Inej's return was way longer than people expected. It usually involved Jesper getting drunk and then praising Inej to every person he met. Y/N's days in here were expected to be filled with this occurence and she knew today wouldn't be the last day this happened. "He's had more alcohol that an entire pirate ship." Nina laughed and layed down on her back, Y/N following her action. Rain stopped being so violent and it's heavy bullets changed into light feathers, brushing their cheeks.

"So, if not Jesper, you're hiding from Kaz, eh?"

Y/N felt Nina's eyes on her face and wished she could scratch them off. She sighed, keeping her eyes closed when she responded: "Why do I have to hide from someone?". A little annoyance could be heard from her voice, but Nina just chuckled. "Not saying that, but if you say you're here just because, I ain't buying it.". It was Y/N turn to laugh now. They've known each other for barely 10 days and it seemed Nina has her all figured out. Y/N would love to prove her wrong in that, but she was right this time. She sat up and looked at the black sea far away, feeling Nina watching her every move. Y/N thought about many ways to answer her, but was lost for words, the raw truth crawling it's way up her throath. "Yeah, I'm hiding from Kaz.."

She said it quietly, almost whispered it, yet Nina heard it. She sat up closer to Y/N, nodding her head. "Things are tense between you?". Y/N shook her head with a giggle: "Actually, it seems like he...doesn't hate me.". Y/N wasn't going to tell her about their shared past, but she assumed the others gathered their bad relationship. After seeing him pointing a gun at her, they couldn't think anything good. "And that's bad..how?" Nina said confusingly, trying to understand the situation. "Not bad. Weird. He wanted to kill me and when I visited him, he kept repeating on how I..killed him," as Y/N said that, Nina frowned and dived deeper into her confusion, Y/N understanding her feelings, "so it is kinda weird that he acts like nothing bad ever happened. I don't trust it.". She felt bad for her suspicion, she was the one that annoyed him into listening to her and she wished that he wouldn't be so angry and stubborn. Now that he finally seemed talkative, she pushed him away and avoided him. Her brain and her heart were fighting, one wanting to talk to Kaz and tell him everything, one wanting to shut him off and get away from him and his manipulating tactics. It was an intense battle with no current winner.

Nina used the silence to understand and prepare her answer. "Maybe he wants to renew your long lost bond? He's not best with words and if you're waiting for him to explain his actions or, Saints forbid, apologize, you're better off waiting for an eternal life." she stated, looking at Y/N. She knew it's true, Kaz would rather die than say something nice, but actions he could do. "Look," Nina spoke again and Y/N finally repaid her gaze," I don't know what happened between you two, and you don't have to tell me, but if it was something horrible and Kaz is nice? Yeah, he wants to make amends."

Y/N thought about it, keeping her eyes on Nina's until she broke it. "Probably, maybe. In the end no one knows what is going on inside that guy's head." she laughed and got up, offering Y/N a hand. She looked at it, thinking about her words. Kaz making amends sounded unbelievable after how she saw him that night, but figured it didn't matter. All she wanted was to be heard from him and if he was willing to do that, she won. She smiled at Nina, taking in her hand and letting the force pull her up. After they left the roof, Y/N felt the winner of the battle. And judging by the beating of her heart, her brain must've been the loser of tonight.

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Three knocks is what it took to force Kaz to the door. The face of Y/N greeted him and knocked a surprise into his features. He knew she had been avoiding him, it's nothing unnoticable, that's why her sudden visit was confusing for him. He let her in, no words muttered. They made their way to the centre of the room and united their eyes, playing the silent game. "Are you finally gonna listen?" the girl ask, hope in her voice cutting the silence. Two words were enough for her to begin her story.

"I am."

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looselysealedkrypton · 2 years

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mid year book tag <3

thank you @jackredfieldwasmyjacob and @claimedbytheearth for tagging me and the opportunity to look at my bookshelves with no academic stress for the first time this year😂💜

amount of books you’ve read so far: 16!! and yes, ten of these indeed are graphic novels.

best book you’ve read so far in 2022: that’s a tough one... The Alice Network by Kate Quinn!! I wanted to give historical fiction a try and really enjoyed this one.

best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022: Heartstopper: Volume Two by Alice Oseman without a doubt. To be fair, all sequels I’ve read so far are from this series but it really worked so well for me. I’d already really liked the first volume but the second made me love the story and the characters.

new release you haven’t read yet, but want to: Daughter of the Moon Goddess by Sue Lynn Tan... i don’t know... the Moon is very captivating and present in lots of aspects of my life *and* it has mythology and friends-to-lovers-to-enemies... how could I not?

most anticipated release for the second half of the year: you already know it’s the tpb of Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow by Tom King, Bilquis Evely and Mat Lopes.

biggest surprise favorite new author (debut or new to you): Jadzia Axelrod!! Not that she’s a new author but I got to read her work for the first time this year (with Galaxy and Alysia Yeoh) and I’m looking forward to reading more from her.

newest fictional crush: hmmm i’d say that nearly none of my fictional crushes are new but one of them has to be Kat from Galaxy: The Prettiest Star (by Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taylor).

book that made you happy: I got to read last year’s DC Pride (2021) hc and it made me happy. yes, it’s not perfect and all but little me would’ve never imagined books like these being made, let alone reading them.

most beautiful book you’ve bought so far this year (or received): the Hearstopper series maría lent me. (other than that, I hope it’ll be S:WoT).

what books do you need to read by the end of the year?: I have so many lol. Though I’d say I want to read them rather than “need to”. Let’s see... I definitely want to read Bir Gün Tek Başına by Vedat Türkali which is my mom’s favorite book that I’ve wanted to read forever. It’s a novel about Turkey before the 1960 military coup, focused on the situation of university students and the working class, that’s been sitting on my shelf and in the back of my mind for some time now.

tagging @bansheefangirl @battenthecrosshatches @arkadibeast @mike-wachowski if you want to and feel free to skip ofc!!

#listen people it's not my fault there are too many amazing graphic novels coming out #the list of books i wanna read is endless at this point #i could read five a day and i'd still have lots pending to read #and yet i'll try my best lol #also: friends who lend books ily so much #tagged

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taurgo · 2 years

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For those interested in the Sandman series (or getting others to try and read/watch it)

[Image 1 ID: A black and white power point presentation with the text “so you wanna read some “the sandman” (but you have no idea where to start and comic orders can be confusing)”. “A handy flowchart/ power point disaster for the curious, peer pressured and suffering waiting for the August 5th TV release date, from someone who cares a fuck-ton about this series and needs to yogurt starter about it. This is just a fan PowerPoint I spent way too much time on”. There are two green circular characters with smiling faces and limbs. One has a bowtie and a pointer for instruction./.End ID]

[Image 2 ID: A flowchart that asks the reader if they are familiar with the story. There is the James Franco “first time?” image meme where there is a noose around his neck. A green path answering “yes” suggests “take a moment to reread anyways! (seriously it’s so good)”. A blue path answering “I am Jared, 19 (Don’t read) suggests “check out the Audiobooks (1&2). They cover volumes 1-6.” A circular green character with an open mouth says “James McAvoy voices the lead, what better reason is there?”. An Orange path answering “no” suggests “start with the original 10 volumes” and proceeds to the next page/.End ID]

[Image 3 ID: A power point slide of the original ten sandman volumes with pictures of each cover and the reading order. The top of the page lists volumes 1-5; (1) Preludes and Nocturnes, (2) The Dolls House, (3) Dream Country, (4) Season of Mists, (5) A Game of You. The bottom of the page lists volumes 6-10; (6) Fables and Reflections, (7) Brief Lives, (8) Worlds End, (9) The Kindly Ones, (10) The Wake. To the left there are bullet points with the following information: “They cover the original run of 75 issues since the 80’s. Read in order there is an A plot and a B to Z plot they’re all relevant. If it’s a genre of story it is in this series”. An orange circular cartoon with a smiling face, a bowtie and a pointer says “Now that we’re familiar with the dreaming, let’s look at the bonus content where order doesn’t matter (too much)”. An orange arrow continues to the next slide. /.End ID]

[Image 4 ID: A power point slide titled “additional stories and content”. A Flowchart prompt asks the reader “what’s your poison?”. A white arrow answers the prompt “give me more(pheus)”. The original poster suggests reading Sandman: Dream hunters, Sandman: Book of Dreams, Sandman: Midnight Theatre and Sandman: Overture. The original poster includes photos of the volume covers and two notes for Sandman: Overture. The cover of Sandman Overture is Morpheus standing in a flower field with his helm of power on. The first note says “WARNING: OVERTURE IS A PREQUEL FOR THE ORIGINAL SERIES” The second note says “THE ART IS ALSO INCREDIBLE LIKE IT’S NUTS Y’ALL they sell a gallery version I’d kill for”. A second white arrow answers “I want meta info on the development”. The original poster recommends the Sandman Companion and includes a picture of the cover which is yellow with a golden mask on the front. The original poster clarifies it was published in 2000, and says “this is a book and it is amazing (art, interviews, breakdowns)”. A third arrow answers the prompt, stating “I want more cosmic sibling drama and/or goth girls only please”. The original poster recommends Sandman: Endless Nights, Death: The High Cost of Living and Death: The Time of Your Life. The original poster provides images of each cover. Sandman Endless nights has two masks on the front cover one grey, one multicolored patchwork. Both Death comics have the image of a pale skinned, dark-haired woman on the front with a grainy picture overlay. An orange circular cartoon character with a smiling face says “wait that’s it right, I read everything now?” an orange arrow continues to the next page. /.End ID]

[Image 5 ID: This slide is titled “Oops Even More Content, Welcome to the New Age of The Sandman Universe”. The elmo on fire meme is visible on the right side of the slide. There is an orange smiling character with a bowtie and a pointer saying “Start with the Dreaming #1, It’s like a teaser chapter for a choose your own adventure in picking a story you want to read. This all happens after the original ten volumes (ish) YOU ARE WARNED”. The orange figure is pointing to the first edition cover where Dream and six individuals stand on the cover. An orange arrow points to the next flowchart prompt asking the reader “What did you enjoy most in the original series?” An authors note in the corner states “There is also a little crossover between characters in stories within the Sandman universe”. A Pink arrow continues to the next slide /.End ID]

[Image 6 ID: This slide has predetermined answers to the question of “What did you enjoy most in the original series?”. The first directional arrow answers with “LUCIFER!” The original poster recommends Lucifer (2000) that is 75 issues in one volume and Lucifer (2019) in four volumes. Both images of the covers are included with lucifer on the front bent over and then holding a sign. A purple circular character with their mouth open says “Yes this series inspired the Netflix tv show”. A blue arrow answers with “That one John Constantine Cameo”. The cover is included with John Constantine smoking on the front. The original poster recommends John Constantine: Hellblazer (2019) in two volumes. A Red arrow answers “Actually you know what? Give me a better Harry Potter that’s not written by a TERF”. A red circular cartoon character with a bowtie and a pointer recommends Books of Magic (2019). The lead protagonist, Timothy Hunter is on the cover holding a large open tome. The red character says “Based on the 1990 miniseries written by Gaiman of the same name.” A Green arrow and a purple arrow with the options “Gods and Mythos” and “The Dreaming Inhabitants” are included and continue on the next slide /.End ID]

[Image 7 ID: This is a PowerPoint slide that continues to answer the flowchart question of “What did you enjoy most in the original series?”. A Green arrow answers “Gods and Mythos”. The original poster recommends House of Whispers (2019) in three volumes. The cover of the first issue is included where a beautiful black woman stands in and holds up a mirror with a man inside it an a house in the background. The original poster provides a note saying “This one has divine feminine ™, family drama and some great queer representation. If you liked the Gaiman book Anansi boys, you’ll like this story”. A Purple arrow answers the question with “The dreaming inhabitants” which branches into three white arrows. The first arrow leads to the original poster recommending the Dreaming (2019) in three volumes. An image of the cover is visible with Dream and many inhabitants of the dreaming on the front cover spread around him. The author leaves a note saying this series includes “dream hopping. Giant moth baby. Absolute chaos”. A second white arrow leads to the recommendation of The Dreaming: Waking Hours (2021) with one volume. The cover is included and has Dream in the background with Lucien and Merv, and William Shakespeare in the foreground performing on a stage. The original poster leave a note saying that the story includes “Shakespeare, Shakespeare and Shakespeare walk into a bard… grad student pain. mages, nightmare and macbeth.” A third white arrow leads to the recommendation of Nightmare Country (2022) an ongoing series with four issues as of July 2022. The cover is included and shows the Corinthian in an American flag colored mask with his glasses partially removed. The author includes a note saying “The Corinthian gets a spin-off. So do other nightmares. Ongoing.” There is a purple circular character with a smiling face pointing at the Waking Hours cover, and a green circular character standing next to the House of Whispers cover. /.End ID]

[Image 8 ID: The slide is entitled “Congrats! You now have a good idea about where to start and what to read”. Next to this title is a teal circular cartoon that is smiling. The original poster includes a note that says “I could go into so much depth about why you should read it and why its great but its either do that or work on my master’s thesis and only one pays bills and its already 3 a.m. (frowny face).” A white arrow leads to a note that says “TLDR: THE ART IS GOOD, THE CHARCATERS ARE COMPLEX AND VOLUME TEN MADE ME OPENLY WEEP BECAUSE OF HOW GOOD IT WAS. IMACULATE ANTHOLOGY-esque STORY TELLING” a sub footnote says “I like this series so much I paid a guy for an advertisement of a sandman themed chess set that I have framed on my wall cause theres like no merch”. A green circular character that is smiling with a bowtie and pointer is standing next to the “preludes and nocturnes”, and “the dolls house” covers saying “season 1 of the tv show will be covering volumes 1-2 ish”. A picture of Morpheus in a panel with his hand outstretched from the comics is on the slide next to the “graphic design is my passion meme”. A large yellow crying emoji is on the slide with its hands in the air /.End ID]

#sandman #the sandman #sandman netflix #i spent an embarassing amount of time on this third grader presentation but my god i have feelings and i gotta share them #i dont care if this gets zero pickup i just remember when i was reading there was a lot of confusion about the order #morpheus #dream #sandman 2022

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accio-victuuri · 2 years

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CPN : Lenovo 《奔赴》 advertisement 🍃

just a few coincidences that I noticed and got my cpn senses active lol. disclaimer that I don’t really believe that these are intentional only because it’s an ad and it’s a brand that have no history with cpfs. Also the product endorsed here is called a 520 special edition projector so all the talk about love is inserted and also to appeal to his female fans. just enjoy the galaxy brain for what it is.

1. The line that got to me was : Our story begins with a summer evening breeze 🍃 because it’s just so this fandom. We always talk about endless summer and going back to that summer. It is a key symbol in the fandom and the time CQL was filmed and aired. I don’t think I need to list down the reason why it’s a line that’s close to us. It also reminds me of ⬇️

One of the theme for the Ad is nature and exploring, this shot is not the most unique but reminds me of CQL too. It’s like a cut from the opening sequence or the place they shot the drama.

2. The shot with the waterfall scenery is so similar to Gusu and that scene where young LWJ and WWX fought. We also have sweet behind the scenes of them together there.

More about the waterfall-ology here:

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3. I can’t help but notice the similarity between this and the AUDI ad. When it comes to “reading the script” and their character living in a place with large windows. I wanna say, a place that looks like a penthouse. Just. Look. 👀

two rich bachelors living in a penthouse who happens to both be famous actors. What BJYX fanfic is this? 😂😂😂

4. The book where the projector is placed is an art book. Hmmm. Yibo is alot of things but not really the artsy type. He is creative, Yes, but I guess this prop is more in line with XZ. Is it random? Could be. But if you’re designing a set that is supposed to be where WYB lives, I think you should take the things inside it into consideration. They have W led sign on set so I guess at some point they thought about making it personal. the skateboard and legos are missing tho. Lol.

I wish I could zoom in on the other details tho but everything is too out of focus or small. 🥲

5. Another parallel 😂 In the forest!

That’s all! I’m looking forward to the other 2 ads in this series 🤍

#bjyx #yizhan #all of this is cpn #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #my cpn brain is very active nowadays lol

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moemammon · 3 years

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could i please request the obey me ! boyfies with an s/o who is like & chubby ? they get insecure about it (like being tall + chubby) and really are body-insecure to the point it’s like super frustrating too bc they want to express themselves through their outfits but absolutely hate clothes shopping and will break down bc of the amount of people, the clothing sizes, and being upset after trying things on... thank you so much!!

The Demon Bros react to a Body-Insecure GN!MC

(Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. This is something we hear all the time to the point that it almost feels dry and cliche. But! Just know that there's NOTHING wrong with the way you look, despite all the media we see centered around the world's idea of beauty. Beauty is subjective, and not eternal. Just be you. The best 'you' you can be!)

Lucifer

Do you REALLY think an age old demon would see anything wrong with what you look like? He's constantly surrounded by beauty, anyway, in the form of demons and angels alike

Besides, Luci isn't shallow enough to base his affections for you purely on how you look, so you don't even have to question that.

But he does recognize that you don't see yourself in the same like as he does, and he's so, so patient with you. After all, he can't have the love of his life doubting their self worth. The Avatar of Pride won't be having that.

Lucifer takes the time to tell you, everyday, what you mean to him. In the quiet moments when you two are alone, he'll guide your gaze to meet his own, and starts going down the list of the things that make you beautiful.

"To think you'd be self conscious about something like this.... Do you think I'd settle for anything less than perfection? Let me remind you again why I love every inch of you, MC."

Mammon

Taking up modeling gigs means Mammon's seen just about every body type under the sun, so do you seriously think he's that worried about the way you look?

He's a little slow to read the room, so it takes him a while to realize that you're self conscious. But when he tries taking you clothes shopping one day, and sees you're on the verge of tears after trying on two outfits, he gets the clue.

NOW he's being extra as hell in showing you how much he likes you. You start waking up to texts telling you how beautiful you are (with the obligatory threat that you'd better not show his brothers), he keeps putting his arm around you in public, and when he can muster up the courage, he'll even tell you in person how good you look in the outfit you're wearing.

He even starts sending you links to websites he visits to buy clothes. There's some good ones that have a wide range of customization options, and a pretty diverse size chart! It's not so bad if it's online, right?

"Anyone who's worthy of being around THE Great Mammon is worth a million grimm, understand? I don't really get all the fuss about yer body, but... I think ya look fine the way ya are. So smile a little more, alright?"

Levi

Levi can relate when it comes to body insecurities. He's a layabout, and the only exercise he gets is when he's forced to get it. He doesn't think he's much of a looker compared to his brothers, either.

So when you tell him how you feel about the way you look, he gathers up every ounce of otaku™️ strength to tell you that there's nothing wrong with your height, or weight.

He DEFINITELY values personality over looks, and even then it's not like he finds you unattractive. Seriously, he doesn't get your worries at all. Are you sure you can see properly..? They say staring at screens too long can mess up your eyesight, so maybe he should stop forcing you to watch so much tv with him?

And guess what? Levi can sew. Go ahead and bring him the clothes you wanna wear, and he'll get em fixed up for you! Or if you want something custom made, he's got you! Leave it to the master weeb and his endless cosplay knowledge! ✨

"L-Like in anime! It's boring to see the same body types all the time and it's nice when they change it up, s-so....Uh.... Anyway, I like everything about you, okay?! Your body is fine the way it is!"

Satan

According to his nerd calculations, you have no reason to be insecure.

Jokes aside, Satan listens to your concerns and handles them gently. No two people look alike and the world is full of different body types, so who's to decide what is and isn't beautiful?

As he sees it, you're healthy and happy, and isn't that all that matters? He can't take away your anxieties about shopping, but he CAN help you find things you would like to try out. He's pretty sure he has a book that teaches a spell for altering clothes in an instant....

Satan tends to think on the logical side of things, so you can trust that he isn't just saying nice things to spare your feelings. He means every word when he tells you how perfect you are in his eyes.

"Of the billions of people on earth, do you really think anyone can say what 'beauty' is? MC, you're perfect the way you are. Should I write a book about all the wonderful things I love about you?"

Asmo

If there's anyone who can appreciate all body types, it's Asmo. What can you expect from the Avatar of Lust, who's seen all there is to see? If anything, there's more for him to love~!

And his affection for your body isn't even entirely sexual. It's all about aesthetics! He loves every dip and curve of yours, from head to toe!

He knows you find it difficult to find clothes that suit you, so he's started having your clothes tailored. You're a little confused when he randomly starts taking your measurements one day-

Later, he returns to you with all those outfits you kept staring at a little too long, all tailored to your body type. Asmo has CONNECTIONS, baby. He's gonna make sure you find everything you could possibly want. He knows how crucial it is to express yourself through what you wear!

"Didn't I tell you you'd look great in that? I'm never wrong when it comes to fashion! And MC darling, you look as stunning as always! Ooh, I just love the way this accentuates your body~!"

Beel

Beel only has food on the brain, so he's the least likely to care for appearances. He loves you for your heart, because that's what matters the most to him. And when you're happy, he's happy!

He loves the look on your face when you smile at yourself in the mirror, and he wants to see that more often. So when you express your insecurities about your body, Beel has a plan of action in mind.

He hoists you up and settles you onto his bed, first grabbing your thighs, your hips, your torso, your arms, and ends all the touching by cupping your cheeks. His hands are warm with affection, and you could already feel yourself melting into his touch.

He looks you in the eye with that deadpan expression of his, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, and a potato chip to your lips.

"No matter how you look or what you wear, you're still the same MC that I love. Every part of you is just fine, so why do you worry so much about it? I'll remind you over and over if I have to."

Belphie

Um??? That means he has more to hold?? when you guys cuddle?? You're warm, you smell nice, and he loves you. Literally where is the downside to any of that???

Belphie takes your worries with a grain of salt, but he knows how insecure you are so he doesn't brush them off. He DOES however tell you that you're worrying yourself to death.

Also, do you really think a man that sleeps all the time is going to have washboard abs? Belphie definitely has a little chub here and there under those baggy ass clothes of his.

Speaking of clothes, he thinks you should just wear whatever makes you comfortable. You're wearing those clothes for yourself, aren't you? So just wear what you like.

"There you go again, talking badly about yourself. Geez.... I guess I'll just have to hold you in my arms until you realize how silly you're being. Come here."

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kojinnie · 4 years

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Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that.

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

Update: Thanks thanks thanks for everyone who read this! I received a lot of love and you dunno how much this encourages me to keep going. Anyway, 2 things:

- My Masterlist

- Talk to meeee ♡

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