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A New Kind Of Mystery (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Whoops my hand slipped :D Heyo everyone! Today I bring you some Ranpoe cause I can :3 This is a gift for the amazing @intheticklecloset cause why the heck not? >:3 I hope you like it friend!

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Summary: Books are Poe's life, but so is Ranpo and all his antics. Stressed about both, he inadvertently finds a way to make both work.

“Eeheehehehhe, Ranpooooo!” Poe squeaked, nearly breaking his pen in half when fingers pinched his ribs. “Please, I’m wohoohorking!”

“You always say that!” Ranpo teased, snuggling closer to the shy author as he carried on kneading his sides, earning even more giggles and squeaks. “Play with meeeeee~”

“Ahehahahaha, R-Rahhahahanpo STAHP!” Poe twisted around, catching the detective’s hands with his. “I reahally need to gehet this done. I can’t play right now.”

“Okay.” Ranpo nodded, a touch of hurt coloring his smile as he got up to go. “Well…call me when you’ve got down time, okay?” He turned to leave, whistling as he walked to the door.

“R-Right.” Poe nodded, giving the other one last smile as the detective disappeared, shutting the door behind him. When he was out of earshot, the author let his shoulders droop, head hitting the desk with a low groan. Why did books have to take so long? Mysteries couldn’t write themselves, and he always wanted to give Ranpo his best self when presenting a new book. Breaks were rare, and even those mainly consisted of naps and remembering to eat; not much else.

Ranpo, bless his heart, was so patient with him, but Poe couldn’t shake the image of that sad expression. He needed to make it right! He started to get up-

The sound of a car pulling out stopped him in his place. Looking out the window, he watched Ranpo head back to the Agency.

Shit- missed his chance.

“Gggggggrr?” Karl hopped onto the desk, tilting his head curiously up at Poe. The author stroked his head, trying not to cry.

“Oh Karl…I’m the worst boyfriend ever!” He moaned pathetically, gathering the racoon up in his arms. “I can’t even make time for Ranpo! He just wants to play- and here I am working on books-”

Books. Wait a minute…

“Oh…OH!” The ideas were turning in his mind. Karl climbed up on Poe’s head as the author gathered his things- a notebook for outlining, his typewriter for the final product, and most importantly; a framed photo of him and Ranpo the other gifted him when they first started dating.

“Don’t you worry, Ran. What you’re about to read is gonna be my greatest work.”

~~~

Greatest probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but it was certainly his fastest work.

Poe all but leaped for joy the morning he finished it- it was rough around the edges and didn’t have a title, but it was perfect! He could refine the work later- for now he needed to get this to Ranpo!

Taking the world's fastest shower, he texted his boyfriend an assortment of words that he hoped conveyed “Meet me at the park” before flying out the door, running as fast as he could, Karl hanging on to him by the back of his coat. The cold winter chill colored his cheeks, and his breath was frosty without his usual coat, but he couldn’t wait a second longer.

To his glee, Ranpo was where he wanted him, slurping on hot chocolate and kicking his feet against the bench. When their eyes met, he raised his cup in greeting.

“Poe-” A crash! A flop- Poe came tumbling before him in a heap of limbs and cloth, Karl leaping for safety at the last second. When the world stopped spinning, he found himself on his back, Ranpo’s wide eyes looking down at him.

“Poe! Are you okay?” Instead of answering, the author pulled out the book- holding it up to him.

“It’s done! Here.” He gasped out. “Please, take it.”

Ranpo blinked. Then his eyes narrowed, irritated. “I haven’t seen or heard from you for two straight weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?” Hurt swallowed his anger as Ranpo sat back, hiding in his hat. “And here I thought you were just excited to see me…”

Oh no- this is not how he wanted it to go! Poe sat up, scooting closer to his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Ranpo- truly I am! I was just so determined to get this book done. It’s a gift for you.”

“A gift?” Ranpo looked at him, somewhat guarded. “Not just me reviewing it?”

“Well- I would like to hear your thoughts on it after you finish it, but yes. I made it especially tailored for you and you alone.” Poe nodded, shaky as he held out the present. “I understand if you don’t want it. Not after me ignoring you for so long-”

“I’ll read it.” Ranpo took the book, running his fingers along the spine. “But I have a condition.”

“Oh?”

“After I read this- I want you to take a proper break from your work.” Ranpo gave him a stubborn glare, cheeks puffed some. “You’re my boyfriend, and I have a two week vacation coming up. I want to spend it with you. If you promise me that, I’ll give you my full attention to this book.”

Poe was..hesitant. He’d only ever taken short half day breaks from writing; never a full vacation. What would happen if he did stop writing for two weeks? Looking at Ranpo, a worse thought occurred.

What would happen if he didn’t?

“Okay.” He nodded, prioritizing. “Two week vacation.”

Ranpo seemed pleased, lightening up some. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

Poe nodded, taking the book. He flipped it open and began the tale.

~~~

When Ranpo came to, he was in the usual setup. A mansion- old and Victoria. A handful of staff- maids and butlers and gardener’s alike. There was a dead body in the room to his left- he needed to figure out what happened.

A classic mystery, if not a little simple. He already knew who did it. He was about to voice the culprit-

But stopped. That wasn’t the deal.

“Okay Poe- I’ll play by the rules.” He decided, even if he was kinda disappointed. The way Poe all but crashed into him to deliver this book- how he made it out to be something special- he figured it’d be a bit more complex than this. He went over to the room where the body laid, ready to get this over with. “What’s in here- ehehehehehe!”

The second he touched the doorknob, something ticklish shot up his arm, making him retract and giggle. The detective stared, looking between the doorknob and his hand. There was nothing there that could do it, but it felt as if someone brushed his palm with a feather duster. He knew this was the right door, and yet…

Like a drop of pigment into clear water, Ranpo’s disappointment faded into curious excitement. “Now what is this all about?” He grinned, slowly reaching to touch the knob again. The second he touched it, he was giggling once more, barely hanging on as he twisted the knob. “Cohoohhome on, I knohohoohow this is the rohoohohohohoom!”

Eventually, he got it open. Sure enough, a body was there- dressed in fancy attire and wearing a racoon mask. Ranpo huffed for air as he rubbed his palm, eyes landing on a note pinned to the body.

So you found my victim. Can you find me?

~The Tickler

Ranpo snorted at the name, flipping the paper over to find the same racoon mask imprinted on the back. A feather hung off one of the ears in the drawing. When Ranpo looked up, the same feather was snug behind the mask on the body.

“So this is what you meant when you said it was for me.” Ranpo smiled as he gathered the soft item, twirling it in his fingers. “Okay Poe- you want to play? Let’s play.”

~~~

Ranpo carried on the mystery, growing more giggly as he went. Every correct clue he found had that same ticklish touch, sometimes on his hands if it was an item he had to gather, other times along his sides when he walked through the correct door. By the time he got to the culprit’s location, he was a flustered mess of laughter, rubbing his sides to rid himself of the ghostly feeling. “Ohoohohokay, Mr. Tickler. I finally found you!” He pushed open the door-

And was ambushed by a racoon!

“Ah! Ahehahahhahahaha! Geahahahahahhahah!” He squealed, trying and failing to catch the fluffy creature as it dug into his sides, back to his face so it’s fluffy tail swished and flicked against his nose and neck. “Kahhahahaharl, wahahhahait! It’s yohohohohohohohou!”

“So you figured it out.” The racoon cooed, sounding just like Poe as it carried on tickling him, nuzzling so much the detective was in pieces beneath him, struggling to curl up. “Didn’t expect little ol me to be so devious, did you?”

“Yohohoohohohu gohohohooohoht mehehehehehe! I shohohoohhuld have knohohohohown you’d be so dehehehehehvious!” The detective reached into his pocket with some difficulty, clenching his fist around a very important item. “Buhuhuhut you faahhahaailed to remememeeber ohohohohohone dehehehehtail!”

“Oh? And what would that be?” The raccoon asked, fur standing up when Ranpo shot his fist out. “What-Ah!”

“Yoohohohu forgot I hahahve a wehahapon!” Ranpo sat up, the feather in hand wiggling against the racoon’s face and ears as it squeaked and thrashed in his arms. “Now Karl- or should I say Poe. You’re the culprit!”

The world around them changed. Ranpo soon found himself once again in the park, Poe’s ability ending and returning him to the real world. His body tingled with mirth, and the feather was no more. Before him, Poe was a mess of giggles on the floor, scrunched up and giggly. “Aheheahhaha…yohohou got mehehehe.”

“I sure did! Ehehehehe!” Ranpo raised his chin with pride, something soft replacing the feeling after. “You really did that for me.”

“Ohohof course I did. It’s the least I can do after ignoring you.” Poe sat up, hiding in his bangs as he pulled on his sleeves. “I prioritized my work over spending time with you, and I’m sorry for that. Going forward, I’m gonna work on finding a balance.”

Ranpo took it in, considering. Then he smiled, crawling over until he was side by side with his boyfriend, lying his head against his shoulder.

“I appreciate that. I don’t mind you writing; it’s your passion. Just…remember I’m still here, okay?” He felt Poe take his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I will. I promise.”

“Good. Cause if you don’t…” Ranpo didn’t give any warning, shooting his hand out and squeezing his side. Poe yelped, falling backwards and taking the detective with him. “I’ll tickle you until you die!”

“Ah! Rahahhahanpo, the groohohohohund’s coohohohohld!”

“Is it now? I’ll just have to warm you up!”

“AH YOHOHOHOUR HANDS ARE COHOOHOHLD!”

“Hm…gotta warm those up too.” Ranpo giggled as he slid his hands up Poe’s shirt, delighted at how giggly he got. “Get ready, Poe. These upcoming two weeks are gonna be full of this stuff!”

“Ahehahhhahaha! Ihihihih’m alehhahhahahdy lohohoooohking fohohohhoward to ihihihihihit!” The words made Ranpo’s heart skip.

This was gonna be a good vacation.

Thanks for reading!

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Safest with You (Ch. 11 - The Poker Game)

5.9K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din hosts a poker game and invites you and your friends; the meeting of friends prompts a discussion about the status of your relationship.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), new-ish established relationship, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of infidelity (not Din), reader gets in her own head a bit (some anxiety), pet names as usual (Pretty bird, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and Din can pick her up.

A/N: Please kindly suspend your disbelief and allow me to write Poe Dameron as Boba Fett’s son 😂😂😂 Like, when I thought of a roguish, charming, sh*t disturber son of a mob boss, Oscar Isaac’s delicious face just came to mind 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm going to level with you, I wasn't a big fan of Poe in the Sequel trilogy - too much fly boy/fuck boi energy for me, and that's kind of how I'm writing him here. I'm sorry, Poe-lovers, please don't come after me! (For the record, I *am* a big fan of OI!)

I ran a poll on WIP Wednesday asking asking if there was a preference to separate the smut at the end this chapter into its own post. I told myself that if even one person answered that they wanted it separate, then I would do that; it's easy enough to click on the link at the end of the chapter to take you to the smut if you so choose! I hope no one is disappointed that the storyline is moving in the direction where smut will be a regular addition to the chapters - but if that's not your bag, I totally understand! I'm sorry if you need to go and am so thankful that you've read along to this point 😘😘😘

Series Masterlist

In the following weeks, you and Din fall into a comfortable rhythm and easily slot each other into your busy lives.

Your nightly dog walks resume and on most week nights Din tries to stay at your apartment, with you working late more often than not and it being closer to your office. He’s becoming a familiar face to your work colleagues, bringing you (and often them as well) dinner as an easy and welcomed excuse to see you. Some days he’ll just join you for a lunch trip to your favourite sandwich shop and the two of you will have a quick picnic outside your office building if the weather is warm enough. Weekends are for long, lazy dates that span the entire day, rolling into romantic dinners that have you and Din eating your way across the city. It’s so easy being with Din; the conversation never stops, the sex is brain meltingly good, and he never ceases to make you feel adored. If anyone were to ask, you were the smartest, funniest, most beautiful woman on this planet and Din would readily unretire his boxing gloves if anyone dared to disagree. Every moment with Din makes you giddy; not only is this bear of a man actually a secret softie, he’s also goofy and funny, and lucky for you, his new favourite pastime is to make you laugh.

One night over dinner, you mention in passing that you love the arm waving tube men outside of used car dealerships (actually, you don’t know what they’re called, so you did a sort of arm flail with both your arms above your head and Din almost died laughing). The following Saturday, you arrive at the gym in the afternoon to find that Din has rented two tube men and they’re bending, blowing this way and that, arms flying and rippling from the force of the air being blown from the fan units in their base. You join a large group of onlookers in front of the gym, mostly children, laughing and watching with amusement as the silly attention-grabbing gimmick brings you pure unadulterated joy for a good 10 minutes. After going in, you find Din folding some towels next to the boxing ring and you launch yourself at him directly, too full of laughter and delight to care who sees. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you murmur against his lips, unable to stop smiling. Din picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, not caring who sees either; he wants everyone at the gym to know whose girl you are. Feeling your big smile against his mouth before seeing it, he grins, “You’re welcome, pretty bird.”

“Are they a permanent feature?”

“Unfortunately, no. Just for the weekend, then I have to give them back to the used car lot down the street, Watto’s. Plus, people keep coming in asking if we’re having a special on memberships today,” he says with a groan.

Giggling, you slide down Din’s body and give him a long, deep kiss, one that will guarantee a fair bit of ribbing from the guys, before heading up to Din’s apartment via the gym’s second floor entrance. Most of these indulgent weekends start at Din’s so he can stay close to work – you take to baking in Din’s apartment and bringing down treats for the patrons, which are generally very well received. When you brought down ginger molasses cookies, Greef had jokingly scolded you saying his boxers shouldn’t have too many sweet treats as part of their training, before scarfing down two cookies, then swatting Jimmy’s hand away from the plate and pocketing three more. You’re sure your offering the following weekend of high fibre raisin bran muffins were better for training regimens, but the enthusiasm for them seemed lower.

Din’s place, the apartment and the gym as an extension, starts to feel more and more comfortable; a small collection of your things (books, toiletries) have migrated to his apartment, and you love that the familiar faces at Mando’s are starting to fold into your life as well.

The only small twinge of regret you have is that with all the time you're spending with Din, especially the time spent at his place, you’re not spending as much time with Al. He’s more than welcomed at Din’s but you hadn’t wanted to uproot him too much, or impose too much on Din too quickly, so on the weekends Bea’s been coming by to walk Al and take care of him. You miss your special guy, your long weekend walks and dog park events; as you cut the butter into your shortbread cookie dough in Din’s kitchen, you decide that you have to make more of an effort to make sure Al isn’t left out.

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Anything, pretty bird.”

“Do you think you might be able to hang out with Al tomorrow night? I feel like he’s feeling a little neglected, and I don’t want to leave him alone. I’d take him to Rory’s but her building has a weird no pets rule,” you pout a little as you scratch Al’s head with one hand while holding the phone to your ear with your other.

Without hesitation, Din agrees, “Sure, baby. I’d love to have him over during poker night. Guarantee he won’t feel lonely.”

“I’ll make some food for your poker night as a thank you! And I’ll bring a dog bed too. God knows I have a few to spare,” you chuckle as you scan your apartment to pick a bed to bring.

“No need, pretty bird. I bought Al a dog bed for here already.”

“Of course you did,” you smile to yourself. Thoughtful, thoughtful man.

And that’s how you find yourself with two big bags of food, an overnight bag each for yourself and a dog, and said dog in tow, looking up at the long flight of stairs leading up to Din’s apartment. Luckily, you don’t have to wait very long before his thundering steps are heard and he comes to help you carry everything. Once on the top landing, Din gingerly places everything on the ground before pulling you in close for the greeting you deserve.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” Din starts, almost shy, “Do you think your friends might like to come over and hang out here? It won’t be a ‘girls’ night’ but there’s food and drinks and it might be fun for our friends to meet? …I mean, if you think it’s a good idea?”

Grinning at Din’s suggestion, you think outloud, “I mean, it’s not a bad idea… I’ll check with Rory and Bea, but what brought this on?”

Din answers by burying his face into your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, “Just like being with you, pretty bird.”

You relent easily, “Ok, but I’m warning you right now about playing with Rory, she’s going to take you all to the cleaner’s.”

“Good. It’s been boring being the only one who wins money,” laughs Paz, who has suddenly appeared. Giving Din a pointed look, “Hey, you know, the gentlemanly thing is to help the lady carry her bags inside,” before giving you a big bear side hug and greeting you with his new nickname for you (“Hey, Lil’ Lady.”) He picks up the food bags and heads in, passing Bo who’s on her way onto the landing to say hi. For one reason or another, you haven’t seen her since Jimmy’s fight night; after a big hug, she looks at you with seriousness, “Thank god you’re back. This one,” she jabs a thumb at Din, “was an unbearable grump while you were apart. Please never leave us again.” She takes Al’s leash from you, and leads him inside the apartment; a second later you hear a raucous cheer of “Alfredo!!” followed by Al’s happy barks.

After setting out the food you brought (caprese sandwiches, sugar dusted mascarpone-blueberry turnovers, bruschetta) and putting what needs to be warmed in the oven (garlic knots, salmon-onion dip, turkey meatball pops), you text the girls and receive an enthusiastic response to the suggested change of plans.

Sitting on Din’s lap to give him the good news, you pass around the sandwiches to the delight of the players already seated at the big card table Din set out for the occasion. You’re excited that the Mandos that are here tonight will get to meet some of your friends and you tell them so.

“Looking forward to it! And… you get to meet Poe tonight,” says Koska, with an almost apologetic look.

“Who’s Poe?” you ask, curiously looking around at the facial expressions of the Mandos, ranging from eye rolling to what can only be described as shit eating grins.

Din explains, “He’s Boba’s son.”

“And you guys… like him?”

“We have to,” quips Paz, which is met with laughter from the group, “but we also do for real. He’s just… a lot.”

Mayfeld chimes in, “He’s all about having good time; always trying to up the ante cause he’s got ‘My dad’s a big deal’ energy and always has. Used to start shit for fun when we were in school cause he knew no one could do anything to him.”

“I remember it more like he would start trouble with that smart mouth of his, then one of us would have to finish it.” Paz looks at you, “Used to be me and Din standing between him and a bloody nose, every damn time.”

Din appears to be a bit more forgiving of the past, “He’s calmed down a bit now… still has the smart mouth and a lot of energy, but blows off steam in more constructive ways… like poker instead of all night partying. Which is like the rest of us, really…”

Jimmy reaches past you to grab a sandwich, “Yeah, the rest of you old timers…”

“What was that?”, Bo cocks an eye brow at the young boxer, who smartly pretends to be incredibly invested in selecting the right sandwich.

Wrapping his arms a little more tightly around your waist, Din draws soothing circles on your thigh with his fingers, “Don’t let Paz give you the wrong impression of Poe; he’s just bitter because he was always the one who ended up getting in trouble when someone wanted to kick Poe’s ass.”

Paz huffs, “Yeah, getting in trouble for defending him when he probably should have taken a pounding; kissing someone else’s girlfriend half the time.”

“Omigod” you giggle, as Paz puts Jimmy in a loose headlock; revenge for the “old timers” comment.

Woves pipes up, “Oh yeah, he’s still a shameless flirt. Warn your friends.”

“Warn her friends?! Warn herself!” exclaims Koska.

“He’s mainly all talk though. Lisa would slit him from balls to throat if she ever caught him cheating,” Woves explains, seemingly to you.

“Caught him again, you mean,” Koska grimaces.

“Oh shoot. I forgot about that girl on the yacht.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about Fennec’s birthday party, but yeah she was pissed.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Donut shop,” chime in Bo, Mayfeld, Din and Paz in unison.

“Lisa is his girlfriend?” you ask, unsure.

“His wife. And the mother of his two beautiful kids. They’ve been together since high school. On and off, if you haven’t guessed already,” Bo looks embarrassed, even though she has no reason to.

Din hooks his chin over your shoulder and says gently, “That was in the past, though. They’ve worked through it and he’s been good.”

“Nah. I bet he just got good at not getting caught. Always assume cheating until proven otherwise, is what I say,” pontificates Mayfield.

“And that, Mayfeld, is why you’re single,” snickers Woves.

“Right, and you’re beating them off with a stick,” counters Mayfield. The group laughs, but you find yourself quiet. You know the Mandos are just joking around and that they’ve all known eachother forever, but you can’t help but bristle a little at the casual way they talk about Poe’s past (and potential?) infidelity. If the rest of the Mandos are anything like Din, you know they value loyalty and fealty, but did their sense of unwavering commitment not extend to partners? You and Din haven’t officially discussed exclusivity; you had assumed that like you, Din wasn’t seeing anyone else – but maybe that wasn’t the case.

You can feel yourself getting in your own head and before you can help yourself, an image of Din kissing someone else flashes before your eyes and your heart constricts painfully. Sliding off of Din’s lap, you excuse yourself to go check on the food in the oven; you make to busy yourself with taking out and plating the food, but you can’t help it, the heart-breaking image has taken root in your mind. You’re mad at yourself for spiraling so quickly over something created entirely by your own overactive imagination. Yes, you haven’t confirmed your relationship status with Din, but he hasn’t given you any reason to give any weight to your sudden anxiety. This stabbing pain in your chest is entirely of your own making and you feel so much embarrassment that you start to tear up a little bit, which makes it even worse.

You’re not sure how long you’re in the kitchen wallowing, but it must be a while because Din comes in looking for you, “Need any help, pretty bird?”

Turning away from him, you say quietly, “No, thank you though. I should have everything out in a minute.”

And just like that, Din knows something is wrong; he makes sure you don’t have anything in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose right behind your ear and kissing your neck lovingly, “I’m here, baby.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, even though he wants to know. He doesn’t ask how he can help, even though he would do anything to make it better; he just wants you to know he’s there and that you can come to him on your terms. You turn in his arms and bury your face into him, breathing in his soothing scent and instantly feeling calmer. Face smooshed into his chest, you mumble, “Dhnn, dyoothkchhhteenisohhhk?”

Din chuckles, “Sorry, pretty bird, I don’t think I caught that.”

Leaning away slightly, but not making eye contact, you re-ask your somewhat loaded question in a quiet voice, “Din, do you think cheating is ok?”

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to meet his concerned eyes, Din says gently, “No, no, I don’t, sweetheart. What brought this on? Is it because we were talking about Poe?”

You sigh a small sigh, “I guess so. You just seem to all be so… okay with his cheating history? At least everyone talks about it so casually. And I’m guessing you all know Lisa too… I feel so bad for her if everyone is talking about how her husband cheats like it’s so normal or something…” You collect yourself and take a deep breath, “Din, actually, no, I’m sorry. That’s being presumptuous. You’ve all been friends forever and have so much shared history… I don’t mean to assume anything about your friendships. I just… I didn’t know if the way Poe’s cheating seems to be no big deal… means that all cheating is no big deal.”

“I see,” considers Din. He knows this is a serious topic and it obviously means a lot to you, but he can’t help but find your anxious state somewhat endearing, you aren’t usually so flustered and it makes him desperately want to scoop you up in his arms and soothe away your worries. He bends down to give you a little peck on your lips before picking you up by your waist and placing you on a free space on the counter. He doesn’t want you to be able to avoid eye contact with him when he answers, “Pretty bird, I don’t blame you for getting the wrong idea. You’re right, we probably are too casual when we talk about Poe’s exploits. It’s been going on forever, and he’s kind of like… a show that we get front row seats for? Like a celebrity kind of? We love him, and he give us something to talk about, but the way he lives is not the way we live. He lives in a totally different world than the Mandos; when you’re the boss’ son, you play by different rules.”

You gaze reverently at Din as he so patiently and lovingly talks you down from your self created ledge and can’t help but let a little smile crack.

“Poe… well, you’ll see. Poe is Poe. Can’t be mad at him. And sometimes that makes it seem like the shit he pulls isn’t that bad. But, baby, for ourselves? I promise you, no Mando has ever been a cheat. It goes against everything we stand for; we don’t cheat each other, we don’t cheat the family, and we definitely don’t cheat in our relationships. And I swear to you, baby – I never have and would never cheat. Not on anyone, but definitely not you.” Leaning in to alternate soft kisses to your lips, your neck, the corners of your mouth and your nose, Din’s voice gets low and husky, “Why would I want anyone else? You’re my dream girl. You make me laugh and smile. You’re so sweet. And the smartest. You know how smart you are? I’m obsessed with everything that comes out of that mouth. I could listen to you talk about anything for hours. Days. And you’re beautiful, and kind, and you take care of me, and my friends. Just look at how much effort you put in to the food for tonight when you didn’t have to even bring anything at all. I’m so lucky. Why would I ever want anyone else?”

“Oh Din,” you whisper, marveling at Din’s talent for saying all the perfect things; you had wound yourself up inexplicably tight, but he knew exactly how to calm you and pull you out of your dark place, “How do you always know what I need to hear to feel better?”

“It’s actually very easy, sweetheart. All I need to do is tell you the truth,” murmurs Din, as he starts to deepen the kisses, “Actually, scratch that. I lied a bit, I’m just obsessed with this mouth, period. Love kissing this mouth. Love when this mouth opens up for me. How it feels pressed on my skin. The way it takes my cock…”

“Oh fuck, Din-“

“…but the thing I love the most about this mouth is the sounds it makes when you come,” Din buries his face into your neck, nipping at your sensitive spots as you cross your ankles behind his back and pull him closer.

A round of raucous laughter from the poker table pulls you out of your arousal laden haze and away from Din, both of you panting lightly. Looking in Din’s eyes and finding nothing but sincerity, you feel comfortable enough to broach the last of your overblown concerns, “Din, if you were seeing other people though, I couldn’t be mad, I guess. It’s not like we’ve had any talks about exclusivity.”

At first, Din isn’t sure if you’re being serious, the idea so absurd to him. But when he sees you start to chew your bottom lip nervously, he placates you, “Oh, pretty bird, I didn’t think we needed to have a talk about it. I’ve been exclusively yours since I met you in the coffeeshop. I was yours and only yours before I even knew your name, before I knew if I would ever see you again,” Din leans his forehead against yours and you can barely breathe from his romantic words.

When you sigh, relaxed, Din grins, “Feeling better, sweetheart?” Looking up at him, your eyes bright, you smile and nod happily. As he helps you hop down from the counter, you cheekily ask, “Don’t you want to ask if I’m seeing anyone else?”

Din stills, hands frozen where they were holding your waist not a moment ago, “Are you?”

Now you can’t help but be mischievous, “And if I were?”

Eyes darkening, Din reaches for you, “Baby, I-”

At that moment, your phone buzzes and you’re saved, “Oh! Bea and Rory are downstairs! I’m going to let them in!” You grab a plate of garlic knots and practically flounce out of the kitchen, depositing the plate at the poker table before exiting the apartment. You’re about halfway down the stairs when you hear the outside door being buzzed open, and see the smiling faces of your friends along with a the attractive face of a dark haired man you don’t recognize.

The man is chatting animatedly with Bea, his smile lighting up his whole face. He is quite handsome, you admit – soft longish curls frame his face and he’s mainly clean cut with just a hint of a shadow, giving you a clear view of his chiseled jaw. His lightly hooded eyes are bright and full of mirth, and his expression is currently so energetic he has a charming, almost boyish look about him.

You wait for the trio on the second-floor landing; Rory spots you first (“Babe!!”) and rushes up the last few steps before enveloping you in a big hug, the bags in her hands full of clinking wine bottles. You giggle and give her a big kiss on the cheek, “Is this overkill?” as you peek in her bags and find 7 bottles (2 Cabernet Sauvignons, 2 Sauvignon Blancs, 2 Beaujolais [that’s for you], and one bottle of Rosé).

Rory shrugs, “Didn’t know what everyone would like?”

“That’s why I brought tequila! Everyone hates tequila!” quips the stranger, beaming widely.

“…and tequila hates everyone,” you smile and introduce yourself while pulling Bea in for a hug.

“Poe! Poe Dameron! You must be Din’s girl. Must say, I can see what the fuss is all about,” he winks, “Guess it’s true what they say, beautiful girls only hang out with other beautiful girls.”

You’re so confused. The line is so cheesy. And you know about his flirting from the Mandos… but you’re not creeped out? Apparently you and your friends are not immune to Poe’s famous charm and earnest brown eyes and you suddenly understand what Din meant when he said you just can’t be mad at Poe.

“Dameron!” comes a shout at the top of the stairs; it’s Paz, with a look of impatience on his face. Unless you’re Paz, you chuckle to yourself.

“Sorry, Heavy P! Got distracted, I mean, even you can’t blame me,” Poe flashes his winning smile again before angling out his elbows and offering up his arms for any willing woman to take. Letting your friends have at it, you walk ahead and mouth to Paz as you get to the top, “Omigod. Heavy P?!?”

Paz rolls his eyes and shakes his head (“Lil’ Lady, don’t.”) before muttering, “I swear to god,” and holding out his hands to take the wine from Rory and the bags of food from Bea (which you now realize that Poe notably did not offer to help carry).

You enter the apartment as a comical looking group: Paz laden down with bags that he carries directly to the kitchen (scowling), you looking amused (eyes wide with a kind of astonishment at the scene that just played out), then Poe bringing up the rear, making a grand entrance with a beautiful woman on each arm, grandstanding like a debutant making her entrance at the cotillion. Al makes a beeline for Rory and Bea when he spots them, and they readily abandon Poe to greet the pup; you have to stifle a snicker when you see Poe’s look of disappointment at having been upstaged by a dog.

“Told you he’s a lot,” a voice whispers in your ear; you turn to find Din grinning at you. He gives you a little kiss on top of your head before going to greet and welcome your friends. Introductions are made and everyone gathers around the card table so that those who are playing can play, and everyone can chat, drink and eat. The Mandos are incredibly hospitable and warm towards your friends; you don’t know if it’s out of kindness to you and Din or just because they really are a friendly bunch, but it fills you with joy to see your friends so well taken care of. To no one’s surprise (not even Bea or Rory’s), Poe insists on pouring everyone a shot of the tequila he brought and plays deaf to people’s protests. Rory downs hers without complaint before going back to her cards; you wrinkle your nose in disgust at your shot and when Poe isn’t looking, Din drinks yours, and you see Mayfeld nonchalantly do the same for Bea. Poe just goes about his business, pouring himself more shots and chaotically raising bets while telling wild story after story about the people in the room (usually targeting the last person who called his hand). He’s entertaining for sure, and he's seems less interested in winning at poker than he is getting everyone to have a good time. It’s working. Poe’s energy is infectious and the tequila is effective - the party gets livelier and livelier as the evening goes on.

At a certain point, Woves and Paz nearly get into it after Poe (deliberately?) exposes his hand and everyone decides it’s a good time for a break so people can stretch and get more food. You and Bea flop down on the couch with your wine, and a few people, including Poe, come over to join you, “So, when are you going to come and meet my dad?”

“Why would she meet your dad?” Bea asks curiously.

You look at Poe, your eyes widening just a little, mouth open to interject but having no response ready. Without missing a beat, Poe says smoothly, “Oh, my dad and Din’s dad were best friends. Din’s basically family. My father’s favourite son.”

Bea laughs and you shoot Poe a grateful look, which he acknowledges only with the quickest of winks. Din comes over, catching the tail end of this exchange; he claps Poe on the back appreciatively before sitting down and throwing his arm around you, “I think I’m done for the night, pretty bird. Don’t have any more money for Rory to take.”

“Told you she’d clean you all out,” you giggle.

“I think both Bo and Paz are in love with her, too. I’m not getting in the middle of that, so I’m just going to hang out here with you for the rest of the night, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but are you sure? I don’t want your friends to think that when I’m around, your attention is divided.”

“Oh, it’s not divided, sweetheart.” Smooth talker. But you can’t help but feel flushed at Din’s words.

“Ok, ew. Yeah, Dad is going to love you. He’s been wanting Din to settle down for forever and he deep down he loves this gooey stuff,” bemoans Poe, and the group cracks up.

When the card game looks like it’s going to start up again, Bea yawns a bit and announces she’s going to go hover over Rory to gently encourage her to cash out her winnings so they can head out soon. This reminds you that you have something for her, and you excuse yourself saying you’ll be right back.

When you emerge from the bedroom with the book you brought for Bea, you run into Din in the hallway; he’s leaning up against the wall, as if waiting for you.

“Hey you,” your smile easy and wide, reflective of how content you are with how this evening has gone.

Din moves towards you and using only his size advantage, crowds you against the wall he was just leaning against, then braces his forearm above you and peers down at you, “Hey pretty bird.”

You can’t help but let out a school girl giggle at this move.

Still holding your gaze, Din says in a low voice, “Don’t think I forgot what we were talking about in the kitchen before.”

Oh. So that’s what this little display is about; you’ve had a little time to think about it and you smile sheepishly, “Oh Din, I have to apologize for that. Like, the image of you kissing someone else only flashed across my mind for a second and it upset me so much! I shouldn’t have teased you with the same thing. I’m sorry.” You look up at Din with your most innocent, forgive-me eyes.

Din softens internally; he had been prepared to tease you mercilessly, but now looking down at you and feeling a little bad that you had been upset earlier, he’s tempted to let you off the hook. Maybe.

“Pretty bird, I’m sorry you had even a moment’s doubt and that it upset you; in case it’s not clear, I’m yours and yours only. There isn’t anyone else, baby. Couldn’t be anyone else.”

You melt under Din’s words and you want to make sure he knows how you feel too, “I feel the same way. You’re so sweet, and kind, and caring, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes. You make me so happy. There’s no one else for me but you, Din.”

“But,” Din leans in to whisper darkly in your ear, “if you were seeing other people…”

You gasp a little at the low edge to his voice. “…I would want to know who they were.” Din places a light kiss on your jaw before pulling back to move to the other side of your face and when he does, the expression you see on his face makes you shiver. “I’d want to make sure they were treating you right.” Another light kiss on your jaw. Switching back again to the other side to nuzzle just below your ear, he continues in his deep, sultry drawl, “But when it’s my time with you… I’d remind you of who you really belong to.”

Afraid of letting out a whimper, you bite down on your lower lip, eyes open wide while you take in Din’s words. “The things I would do to you would make you scream out my name until you couldn't speak, until you forget every other name but mine. And when I’m done, there wouldn’t be any doubt in that pretty head of yours that you belong to me, sweetheart.”

This time you do whimper out loud and you’re sure everyone on the other side of the wall can hear; at this, Din dips to kiss his way to your other ear and growls, “Mine.” You feel your panties dampen at his possessive words, the low timber of his voice making your knees buckle; Din catches you by wedging his thigh between your legs and you curl your arms under his to steady yourself. “Yours,” you whisper, “all yours, daddy.”

Din’s mouth is on yours in a flash, tongue gaining quick entrance as your soft moans escape without your permission. He drinks you in like a man parched, chasing your taste, unable to get enough. You match the pressing brush of his lips and the movement of his tongue, stroke for stroke; his possessive manner and almost jealous sounding tone unlocking a deep desire within you. It’s the same part of you that loves to be marked by his mouth, his hands, his cum; that part of your being that wants Din to claim you. You’re getting all the way lost in Din and the way he surrounds you when you drop the book you’re still holding for Bea and it makes a loud thud that silences the chattering voices on the other side of the wall.

“Hey, lovebirds! We can fucking hear you!” booms Paz.

“Looks like I’m not the horniest one for once!”

“Shut up, Dameron!” Din yells, but with a grin only for you, “Yeah, I’m kicking them all out now, pretty bird.”

Chuckling, you give Din a sweet kiss before picking up the book that gave you both away, “Don’t do that. We need to give Rory time to take all of Poe’s money.” Winking, you turn to blow Din a kiss before rounding the corner to a chorus of hoots and hollers.

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Poker night has been so much fun, you’re almost sad it’s over. Everyone ate and loved the food you and the girls brought over; Mayfeld quietly apologizes for eating over 70% of the garlic knots and on behalf of everyone else who plan to politely demand that you supply the food for all future poker games. To no one’s surprise, Rory leaves the poker game the big winner, having taken nearly everyone’s money and also the hearts of both Paz and Bo. Jimmy and Brian encourage you to invite your friends to the next big fight, making sure to do so in Bea’s earshot. Woves and Koska, both wine drunk, fight over who gets to take Al out for his nighttime walk; a fight they both lose when Din steps in and declares clearly that Al’s late-night walks are spoken for. Poe, to (poorly) quote Pride and Prejudice, simpered and smirked all evening and made love to them all – you concede that the Mandos were right, he really is the life of the party.

After everyone leaves and you put your girls in a cab, you and Din set out on your nightly walk with Al. As you stroll through the neighbourhood, still bustling despite the late hour, you feel Din pull you closer into his side and you respond by hugging his waist and looking up adoringly at him, “I think Al had such a good time tonight, Din. Thank you for letting me bring him.”

“Of course. Al’s my boy. What about you, pretty bird? Did you have a good time?”

You nod truthfully, “I really did. I think everyone had such a good time and your friends were so, so nice to my friends.”

“Even Poe?”

“Especially Poe.” You both chuckle and continue the walk in comfortable silence for a bit. Deep in thought about the serious discussion the two of you had in the midst of all the fun tonight, Din wants to make sure you’re feeling okay, “How are you feeling about what we talked about? I know some of the stuff with Poe made you a bit uneasy.”

“Mmmhmm, I went to a bad head space for a bit, but you pulled me out. Thank you, Din,” you say, lightheartedly, your easy tone suggestive of having moved past it.

“I’m always here for you, pretty bird.”

“And I’m more than okay with what we talked about,” you add; it’s an innocent enough response, but now you’re thinking about how hot your conversation in the hallway was. Recalling Din’s dark expression as he talked about making you his has you squirming and you feel the warmth of your arousal start to seep through your panties. When you finally make it to the sidewalk outside of the gym, you decide to broach the topic again.

“Din?”

“Yes, baby?”

You consider how to ask for what you want, “When we get home, do you think you can.. I want you to… do what you said in the hallway?”

Din tilts his head slightly to convey he’s not sure what you mean.

Suddenly shy, the words spill out in a hurry, “I want you act like I’m seeing other people, and then I want you to fuck me hard until I forget that anyone exists but you.”

Realization hits Din like a freight train and he’s overcome by his need to have you right now, “Is that what you want, pretty bird? You want me to make you scream my name so many times you don’t need to know any one else’s?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip, “Fuck me and claim me, daddy.”

“Holy fu-, I can do that. But tonight, I’m not your daddy. You only call me by my name. Got it, pretty bird?”

Wordlessly, you nod again.

“Good girl. Now get upstairs.”

Go to: Ch. 11 Addendum - After The Poker Game

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Hey enden! I just wanted to reach out as I know these are hard times for you. I’ve been wanting to say something and give you some support, but I have never known what to say, so I’m just gonna wing it.

First off, I would like to preface by saying you are an incredibly humble artist and writer. You carry great talent, yet you seem to almost expect people to not notice that. Never forget your talent, and that even something you spill out at 2am will most definitely be praised. You inspire me to create, I have been in a art and writing slump for so long. I got caught up in life and lost the love for it. You’ve lit that spark in me once more and want to get me creating, and most definitely writing, in honor of you!! That’s amazing man. You have some real special talent, and the mcsm fandom alongside others are seriously so so lucky to have you.

Second, I send nothing but love and support to you and your boyfriend. I know everything will work out just as you guys need it to. If she doesn’t get her karma legally, she most definitely will another way. I know you guys are so strong and will pull through with flying colors!! Death of a loved one is never ever easy, and the worst always happens to the best people. Know that none of what happened is your fault, don’t let guilt consume you, and both of you take care of and love yourselves. You guys seriously deserve it.

Lastly, on a less dreary note, I would like to ask if you had any fan fiction prompts for Jesskas? I want to write so bad, but I cannot come up with a proper idea that is really interesting and solid, yanno? I want to write something long, that I can really pour my heart out into. So if you had any tips or story prompts, it would seriously be appreciated, and you of course would get a huge shoutout, as you would with or without helping me since you are such a huge inspiration to me.

Best of wishes Enden!!

This may be a long response, so here-

First off, I suppose you are right when you say I don't really expect people to enjoy the content I create. It's not an easy concept for me to grasp. I have a lot of trouble seeing how people can like my stuff so much, or god even say I'm their favorite mcsm artist when there's so many others out there that carry so much more skill with colors and backgrounds and such. I know I'm not supposed to compare myself to others, but it is an incredibly hard habit to end. It's why I'm so shocked when I see actual fanart of my aus, or god even my writing. I cannot go back and read me own works for the life of me because I just cringe so bad at it, so when people say it's good I really just have to trust them and believe it.

All I could ever dream to do is inspire people to create and grow with their own imagination, so hearing that my stuff has done that sort of thing for you (and others who have told me the same) it brings me so much joy, but it truly is entirely hard to believe that it's me and not someone else being the one to do that. I don't know, but I am very honored to hear this from you. It only inspires me to push myself further and I don't know. Maybe some day I can push my imposter syndrome aside and really get a firm grasp on my full potential and be proud of it.

And thank you for the love and support towards our situation... As the days go by I fear more and more that that woman will get to keep her dog and nothing will come out of this other than we just have to move past it. So I hope you're right when you say she'll get her karma some other way. I've never in my life wished something bad to happen to someone. Not like this... So if karma does catch her, let it be as devastating to her as it was to us.

Now, real life shenanigans aside, we can get to the jesskas stuff 😏

For fanfic prompts, I always suggest exploring canon before getting into anything truly ambitious. If there's a certain scene in the game you'd like to further explore and add on to- do it! Like I've always wanted to write a fic that gets into a deep emotional moment between Jesse and Lukas after Jesse rescues Lukas and Petra from the Nether during episode 8 and they all enter the player dorms for the night. Just those off screen moments where you can take the characters and add more to the story is easy and fun in itself. I always like to look deep into the emotional aspect of it all, and really dive into how the characters might be feeling after a situation and how that gentle moment alone together could bring them closer. What I already mentioned being a good example because it's directly after PAMA, Jesse having to watch Lukas and Petra(or Ivor) die, and so on. There's a LOT of feelings to explore there. If that's something you'd want to try and tackle, go for it!! But if there's another scene from the game that really sticks out to you that you feel could be so much more, go for that too. It's good to start small and practice how you want to write the characters. Only reason I started a huge fic like Recovery straight away was because I'd been rping jesskas for like a year and a half already and was confident I knew how to write the characters and I wanted to do more for the little community by writing a nice big fic.

And again, it's Minecraft. There's a whole world to explore and put these two right in the middle of it. Think up certain scenarios you like and add on to it! Like if there's a certain scene you really want to do, build to it. Give the characters a goal and put obstacles in the way so you can really flesh them out on the way to that goal. What made them want to go there? How do they get there? What do they do when they get there? How do they communicate with others that might also be there? And how differently do they treat eachother compared to how they treat the others? Those are all things you really want to know ahead of time. Also pay attention to the scenery. Really look into the visuals your mind creates and do your best to get into the details about it all. There's a lot to get into with writing, and the best part about it is you're in complete control, so go crazy with your imagination, especially since it's Minecraft. It could be entirely self indulgent, or even something out of your comfort zone. No matter what it is, it's still growth and it's still progress to being a better writer. Just make sure you're having fun.

Also, thanks for taking the time to send this ask. I appreciate you 🩷

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sur-i-ki · 5 months

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Darling, You’re Glowing, Part 5

Part 4

Final part. Message me and I can add some more after the ending.

Silence. Whispers. Pain. Silence again.

Where am I?

The pain. The pain.

Sunshine, blue skies. Laughter. Love. So much love.

You love him. I love him.

Your eyes snap into focus as you roar, the world coming undone around you.

He’s in danger. You love him. You have to protect him.

Naruto was fighting for the sake of the village. A right hook, duck, roundhouse kick, clone attack, fight back, fight. He’d been here since the beginning, fighting and running, bringing the focus of the paths to the Hokage tower. The entirety of Anbu were waiting. Kakashi-sensei with his dog mask. Jiriaya had disappeared halfway through the invasion, whispered words from Tsunade’s mouth sending him running.

Fight

But now, the Anbu were pushed back. He was fighting with sage mode on, Ma and Pa with him as he moved. He was losing. He could feel it.

Pain had levelled the area, the entirety of the shinobi district now nonexistent. However, with the help of the T&I division, the Anbu had erected a large barrier, so majority of the civilian and merchant sectors were standing. Still, Naruto moved. He pushed back thoughts of you, knowing if he lost, you’d be brought here. And then, he would have to live without you.

Right then, Naruto feels himself get punched and grabbed. He struggles against the hands of the path, but his sage chakra runs out. He looks up and sees Pain’s mouth moving, but his breaths are getting shorter and he thinks:

“Am I going to die?”

The sand on the ground vibrates, small but he notices. They start bouncing, pebbles flying away. He feels like his heart flies away with them, too.

Because, you’re there. You’re there, fitted with shinobi clothes, hair pushed out of your face, and that sight alone steals his breath. A flicker of your fingers, and roots pull themselves out of the ground. His restraints are gone, and before he can catch up with his thoughts, your lips are on his and lord heavens above, he missed you. The relief, grief and joy all tangle together but he can kiss you, kisses you, until he can’t breathe.

His words fall out of his mouth, spilling against your lips as he moves his hands everywhere to memorize you. You both whisper I love you and I missed you and it’s been four years. His heart feels like its ripping in all directions and healing itself simultaneously. Naruto doesn't close his eyes, doesn't shut them even for a second, scared that he'd miss any part of you. He was memorizing every color in your eyes, every dip between your ribs, every breath, everything.

Naruto is crying, he’s sure of it, but you capture his lips again and he's grabbing your hips and pulling you in closer, as if someone might snatch you away from him. You both share a few more kisses before you crumple, an agonized scream tearing itself out of you. He shouts your name before your eyes glow, no pupils or irises to be seen, as you turn before tearing out of his hands towards a Path.

Nimble fingers fly through seals at super sonic speed, and he can see the water pull itself out of the ground, the wind from the air, whirling around you as you mold them to your liking. It rips into the body, pieces of it flying before turning into dust before his eyes and-

“…god…”

It was terrifyingly beautiful, the power and destruction you were brimming with. The air around you hummed with chakra, vibrated the fabric of existence with it. His clone winks out of existence, and the world turns brighter as sage chakra flows into him. Naruto stares, drinking you in, frozen.

Another Path moves towards him, but your clone is there, and he can feel you unlock your own chakra, nostalgic lighting charging the air, the scent of fire heavy in his nose.

Then, with utter awe and disbelief, he watches as you turn fire into lighting, force it to your liking, whipping it against the Path. It obliterates it into nothing, the hum of its power singing as it moves. Three gashes mark the ground, or trenches are more apt of an description, but you're ripping through them all. The trenches remind him of the claws of a beast.

No one could stand in your way.

The battlefield was silent with the exception of you moving through the enemies, cutting away at them. Oddly, Naruto is reminded of the time when you went to a festival a few years back, watching you move through the different Paths. Every step is a mimicry of the dance you did, and he feels his eyes water. There are cracks adorning your skin now, glowing, and he knows at some fundamental level that you don't have much time left.

Knows he can’t have you anymore.

He flies through the dust you've kicked up, and lands beside you. You both move together, a melody and harmony. The rest of the shinobi watch as you move together, Naruto observing you and matching every step, just like he did all those years ago at the festival. He can hear shouting. But he can’t care, because you’re there. He keeps moving, and soon, fight finishes in a blur. In victory. Until you collapse against him.

"I love you"

And then he’s grabbing at you, pushing your hair back, whispering it back with a fierceness. Your skin is cracked and raw, just like his after he accessed the fox’s power, and he can feel it bubble up. Naruto pushes against it, pushes it down to have some more time with you.

Tsunade pushes him away, her hands glowing green and Sakura rushes behind her with medical supplies. Naruto moves to you, but Kakashi sensei’s there, pulling him back.

“We have to find who was controlling those Paths…”

So, as his heart rips itself out of existence, he leaves, giving you a longing glance as he runs with Kakashi. The forest moves past them in a blur, tears falling from his eyes and then he’s staring at a shell of a man. Rippled eyes stare at him and he finds himself talking. Talking about himself, but talking about you the most. He almost faints at the thought of your body cooling-

Kakashi sensei shocks him a little.

Soon, green illuminates around him, and Naruto heads back, Kakashi sensei’s back strong against him. The crowd greets him, but he moves in a daze.

“Naruto!” Sakura’s voice breaks through the loud rushing in his ears, and he looks to see a smile on her face.

Hope ignites itself like a wildfire in his chest, and the tears flow earnest but he’s running, running to you and there you are. Hooked up and in a coma but not dead, not dead and you’re breathing. Naruto rushes to your side, grabbing your hand, as his body shakes with the force of his sobs.

Tsunade walks into the tent, and explains. How she gave Jiraiya the order, how Nagato’s gift helped them push you into a safe zone.

“However, Naruto, no one can access her mind. We don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

Naruto feels his heart break, but the rise and fall of your chest allows him some room to breathe. Then, Sakura comes and explains the rest.

“She, she’s accessed colossal levels of chakra, and we thought that she wouldn’t survive with none moving through her pathways.” Sakura move along the bed, checking your pulse.

“With the sheer amount she’s used, they’ve been blown open. However, during her comatose state, Kakashi sensei had been doing chakra therapy with Tsunade-sama.” He feels a sense of gratitude wash over him, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever repay them.

“Her chakra reserves should be able to sustain her when she wakes, and her pathways should shrink enough for her to maintain mobility. We’ll have to teach her chakra control, when she wakes.”She finishes her assessment and leaves the room after giving Naruto a little pat on the back.

He finds her kind for using when and not if.

Days pass, and almost every time, after his shift of working to rebuild the shinobi sector, Naruto spends the rest of his time with you. Speaking to you while holding your hand, kissing your forehead, he’s there all the time. Tsunade reassured him, shows the scans of your brain, which indicate increased energy.

“Even though she burned through all the seals while fighting, she has to get through the mental block. Thankfully, Jiraiya was able to remove all seals from her body, but she’ll have to finish this on her own.” Tsunade gets a far away look in her eye, “finish this just the way she started it.”

And so he whispers encouraged words to you, telling you about the new taijutsu he’s learning, hoping it’d help if you were fighting. But the week moves with its feet dragging through the ground.

It was night when you woke up.

There was an angel on your bed.

Your mind had shattered itself but you’d pulled it back together, his words echoing through the chaos as you built yourself up again. You’d rather not remember it again.

He looked divine, holding your hand and moonlight painted the most gentlest of halos on his head. How blessed you were to see him first when you opened your eyes.

Your voice fought its way through your throat.

“Naruto?”

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

@kissyhalik @the-holy-trinity-I @lennyleoo

Bold means I can’t tag you for some reason.

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carnation-damnation · 2 months

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I LOVE your transfem Amy art! Would you mind sharing some of those transfem ideas you were rotating in your mind?

AUGHHHHH I'D LOVE TOOO!!

ummm lets go down the line haha. Only gonna talk abt ames rouge and metal because they're the only ones I've got in my brain atm. But rest assured if I had more brain cells I'd ramble abt Blaze too bc I also hc her as trans

Ames (She/Her, trans lesbian) - I think Amy presents p stealth! I think she knew she was trans from a young age and she's been presenting femininely since she was very very little. I made a post joking abt silly gender differences in sth (no back quills, small nose, etc) and I headcanon that those traits come from Amy being half-echidna so its like. ajdjsndnd gender win. The traits you were born with also coincide with hedgehog mobian gender binary??JFJSNFNN

I don't think Amy keeps her trans identity a complete secret, she loves being trans and she's proud of how she's tested fate and made her life her own, but I also think it does play a role in how she navigates her personal/romantic relationships (comphet to trans lesbian is what I was thinking of?)

Rouge: (She/Her, transfem lesbian also) - I talked abt Rouge and gave her a silly little backstory in that one post but I'll go over it again a little here: I think Rouge grew up pretty isolated in a small village with her family. She felt very trapped in the ideas that she felt like she had to follow the footsteps in. She felt like she was a side character in her own life because she's always had to ask for permission and think of the family's sleezy gem store/pawn shop before her own wants and needs. Landing that government job somehow was her ticket to finally spreading her wings and flying freeeee baby. She knew there was somth about herself and the way she dressed, talked and looked that didn't quite fit her, and although she didn't have a word for it, she assumed a new identity while working for G.U.N. and went like. full throttle on her transition. She didn't want anybody from her old village to recognize her. She's not listening to their complaints and desires anymore. She lives for herself, now. I think she has some trust issues relating to her past experiences which makes her hold onto Shadow and Omega so closely, and something about them also being queer brings them even closer to her. Can you tell Rouge has been rotating the fastest in my head

Metal - (It/She/They, sapphic demi-girl) -Metal is a fucking egg please saVE HERRRR. LISTEN OK. I don't have any evidence I don't got shit I just know we gotta get Metal outta there because she is an uncracked egg. Is eggman actively against the prospect of Metal having a differing gender identity? No. But Eggman is opposed to Metal having Opinions so. Metal has spent so long under the control of Eggman who they DO!! love, I believe. I think Metal Sonic and Sage are the only people that love Eggman and Eggman does nottt see Metal as his child as much as Metal does. And it makes me fucking bonks, dog. She thinks she's comfortable and fine where she is because that's all she knows. But she sees Amy and she yearns for something that she doesn't have the ability to describe...An emptiness that Metal doesn't know how to fill. Someone show this robot the joys of spinning for the first time in a flowy skirt PLEASEEE I think it'd do wonders for her. Go listen to bridget from guilty gear strives theme rn

#long post #No read more because this is required reading for my art /j #trans amy rose #trans rouge the bat #trans metal sonic #trans

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eyesonstars-feetonground · 1 year

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Ted Lasso 3x12: Why the Finale Felt a Bit Hollow

I genuinely think the only way to end Ted’s arc was to have him return to Henry. There’s no world in which he would ask his son to move across the world to him, much less not return to him. And so much of Ted’s pain is centered around being far from Henry. In a way, being a parent does really overshadow every other part of your life...some are saying Ted has gotten reduced down to just his fatherhood, but the point is that for him, and for a lot of parents, your child is your number one priority even if there’s a thousand more things on the other side of the scale. Henry needs him, and Richmond doesn’t, so there’s no way to justify the distance that Ted himself admits he keeps partly because he’s afraid of when Henry will leave him. It is beautiful that he can be confident now and take up the space he deserves in Kansas, in his son’s life. I hope Michelle gets it together, and hopefully that scene with Dr. Jacob being an asshole is what that’s about.

I will read a hundred fics about Ted staying with Richmond to soothe the pain, and I’ve been rotating it in my mind all day. I also don’t particularly ship anyone but Roy and Jamie, so Ted’s ending isn’t about that for me.

However, what really bugged me is that it seems like the show is treating Ted moving away to Kansas as if he will literally never talk to or see these people again, as if he didn’t involve himself with Henry’s life as much as possible from an ocean away. Why would the inverse not hold true with his other family, with his platonic soulmate and best friend(s) and pseudo child?? I am definitely buying into the dream sequence theory at the end bc otherwise that is what really pushes this into sad territory for me...why would he not be a part of those memories, those futures to come, as a friend and family member?

It seemed like the show couldn’t decide, like Ted was checked out of all of these emotional goodbyes where other people tried to tell him over and over again that they loved him and wanted him, without showing deep sadness or telling them to visit or giving a rambling Ted story. I’m hoping that’s because it’s a huge life change, but not one that moves him to sadness, because he’ll continue being there for them, and they’ll continue being there for him.

I would have loved some reassurance though...Ted promising to call every day at Biscuits with the Boss time...Rebecca giving him a permanent airfare ticket so he can be flying in and out all the time, bringing Henry with him! Ted going to Richmond games whenever he can, Ted remembering birthdays and going to the book release and taking up space when the Higgins get everyone together. Ted showing back up with Henry, Sleepless in Seattle style, being greeted by Rebecca and the rest of the team to spend weeks and months back in his other home. Ted getting FaceTimed for advice about relationships and promotions and girl talk and the Diamond Dogs group chat and how to make a Richmond charity or women’s team or kid’s outreach program (best way to make Rebecca a mom in my opinion). Ted being a consultant bc Rebecca refuses to take him off the payroll until they win the whole thing, Ted being loved by the fans and journos even from afar, even years later. Ted being happy to be in London as a tourist with his son, with all that wonder and joy and optimism now that he can resolve the ache of both of his lives being one life! And vice versa, Rebecca and Beard constantly visiting, dragging Keeley or Roy or Nate with them, the players spending off season learning about Kansas and playing with Henry, celebrating holidays together !! The fans who now own 49% of the club being ok with some of its budget being “wasted” just making sure Ted and the team continue to be with each other in some way. Ted visiting and being greeted by all the people he talks to during his morning routine as if he never left.

I just hope that he’s not cutting himself out of his community. It is about you, Ted. It is.

Hope he creates a beautiful, whole life in Kansas (ideally in my mind he coaches a women’s soccer team there and then eventually moves back to Richmond to coach their women’s soccer team like years in the future, once Henry is an adult), but also continues therapy enough to know that he isn’t Mary Poppins!! He’s a Dorothy that loved Oz, he’s a Maria that deserves the Von Trapps. He’s the main character, he’s not a magical mentor type. He has immensely wealthy people who love him, he can make it work both ways. Some of the money that could have been his salary can instead be his travel and phone bill money.

It’s a dream sequence not only because it had some truly unrealistic stuff in it (Jane and Beard getting married at Stonehenge, Rebecca meeting Dutch man despite the magic of their story being its ephemeral nature, Jamie with his dad, Trent taking out so much of Ted from the book cover/title after he said he wouldn’t change anything) but because, for me, the only part of the finale that was truly disappointing was the regression of Ted thinking he exists only to make those moments possible for others, with no place for himself within them.

In a finale that didn’t really feel like an ending (in a good way!), where so many storylines didn’t get resolved because the point is that the characters will keep growing and changing and evolving beyond what we see of them, because now they have the tools to do that, I can’t Believe that the one hard ending we got was Ted’s life with Richmond. So I won’t.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso finale #ted lasso 3x12 #ted lasso: episode tag #ted lasso so long farewell #so long farewell #ted lasso episode 12 #analysis #richmond #this is to say i loved so much of the finale #the believe sign ??#the game ??#the half time speech??

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holycatsandrabbits · 2 years

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Part 19 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: October 2022

Thank you to all the creators who bring us so much joy AND to the readers who support the creators! <3

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

You can use it to find fics where Aziraphale is a librarian, or fics with Ineffable Wives, etc.

More of my Completed Good Omens Human AU Recs on Tumblr

More Good Omens recs from me here: Dannye's fic recs and Dannye's artist recs

And here's me: Ao3 ~ DannyeChase.com ~ Linktree ~ Upcoming fics ~ Serial romance

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Series: (not all of these series are complete)

Slice of Love by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) Unrated. (Waiter A & customer C)

The Blessings of Béḃinn by rev02a Rated E (Courtesan C and Prince A)

Wicked Cuts by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) Rated G (Ineffable wives: A & C are hair stylists)

Single fics:

Age of Heroes by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 3397 words, Rated E (Dark ages monk C & soldier A)

Angels dentist appointment by Vincent_Van_Crow 972 words, Rated G (C helps calm his partner A before a dental appointment)

At the garden center by @ambrasue (Ao3 Ambra_Sue) 499 words, Rated G (Garden center worker A & customer C)

A Thousand Worlds, Yours and Mine by @ineffableomenshusbands (Ao3 Dashicra1) 501 words (Ineffable wives: Actor A & stagehand C)

Aye, there's the rub by @hasturswig (Ao3 HolRose) 2376 words, Rated G (Actor C & dresser A)

Balance by AppleSeeds 13,754 words, Rated M (Campsite manager C & camper A)

Cigarettes and Wheatgrass by @prolix-principality (Ao3 RainingPrince) 2589 words, Rated M (Gabriel is a customer at Beezlebub's coffee shop)

Crawling Back To You by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) 57,075 words, Unrated (C & A are childhood friends)

Crossing Guard(ian Angel) by snae_b 9007 words, Rated E (Single dad C & school crossing guard A)

Eden Nails by AppleSeeds 8470 words, Rated T (Nail artist C is A's neighbor)

Enjoy The Ride by AppleSeeds 3222 words, Rated T (Funfair ride operator C & customer A)

Entre Nous by snae_b 4219 words, Rated E (C & A are chefs on a reality TV show)

Every good boy does fine by hapax (hapaxnym) 17,430 words, Rated T (C & A meet while adopting rescue dogs)

Falling Star by @the-bentley (Ao3 The_Bentley) 499 words, Rated T (Drag queen C & makeup artist A)

Fighting A Duck For My Pants And Winning by @ineffablefool 2141 words, Rated T (C & A meet in the park)

First Thing In The Morning by @feraltuxedo 18,275 words, Rated E (C & A meet in college)

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma and leukozyna 9928 words, Rated T (C & A are neighbors)

Infernal Escapes by @journeytogallifrey 37,294 words, Rated T (Escape room worker C and customer A)

In Heaven by AppleSeeds 3954 words, Rated T (Radio DJ C meets A on a train)

Intermezzo by @feraltuxedo 47,125 words, Rated E (Musician C & writer A)

In the Shallow by Nadzieja 29,368 words, Rated E (Singer C and talent scout A in an AU based on the movie A Star is Born)

Knit Wits by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) 1691 words, Rated G (C & A are married)

Lawful Attraction by @mimsynims 9076 words, Rated E (Lawyer C & college student A)

Meet Me at the Movies by @arielavader 3839 words, Rated T (Movie theater worker A & patron C)

Milking It by AppleSeeds 3553 words, Rated M (C & A meet in an exercise class)

not so charitable by @whisperingwainscot (Ao3 waxing_crescent) 1099 words, rated E (C & A are lovers)

On Hold by AppleSeeds 4103 words, Rated T (Theater employee C and patron A)

Perfect by @arielavader 1225 words, Rated T (C & A meet on a blind date-- sort of)

Personal Dedication by KissMyAsthma 3076 words, Rated G (Author A & reader C)

Poetry by @janara7 (Ao3 LCwrites) 500 words, Rated T (Dancer C & choreographer A)

said the spider to the fly by @summerofspock 9857 words, Rated E (Male professor A & female college student C)

Sansevieria by KissMyAsthma and leukozyna 10,725 words, Rated M (A owns a rare plant that C covets)

Sapiens by AppleSeeds 9015 words, Rated T (Anthropologist A & TV astrophysicist C)

Snaps by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) 2046 words, Unrated (Wedding photographer C & groom A)

Stronger Than Hurt by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 4237 words, Rated E (Mechanic C & tattoo artist A were childhood friends)

Tale as Old as Time by @arielavader 2578 words, Rated G (C & A discover a shared family history)

The Footsteps In The Hallway by Vincent_Van_Crow 9491 words, Rated T (Ghost A haunts painter C's house)

The Larger Hope by @naromoreau and @summerofspock 8838 words, Rated E (C & A are friends)

throw me in the water (I wanna be a bottomfeeder) by @moveslikebucky 2298 words, Rated E (Diver C & academic A)

traced with heat and light by @two-hands-toward-the-sun (Ao3 marveling_under_an_open_sky) 371 words, Rated G (C & A are married)

Trapped by AppleSeeds 6285 words, Rated T (A is trapped in an ATM vestibule with model C)

Trying to Live by @just-an-angel-and-his-demon (Ao3 KaytheJay) 2066 words, Rated T (C deals with the death of his husband A)

Universal Blue-Screen by @ack-emma (Ao3 ack_emma) 2012 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: C & A are equestrians - horse riders)

Unplanned by GothRockFairy and @just-an-angel-and-his-demon (Ao3 KaytheJay) 4147 words, Rated G (C & A have a baby together)

Waking Up Married by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 92,991 words, Rated E (C & A get drunkenly married)

What did you have in mind? by @prolix-principality (Ao3 RainingPrince) 666 words, Rated T (C & A meet at Gabriel & Beelzebub's canceled wedding)

Whiskey and Complements Do Not Mix by @arielavader 3956 words, Rated T (Pub owner C & bookshop owner A)

#Dannye’s GO Human AU rec lists #GOHAU #Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #Ineffable wives #Aziraphale #Crowley #Good Omens human AU #Good Omens fanfic #ineffable bureaucracy

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you keep mentioning the Heist AU. I am intrigued.

Heist AU is so beloved (and so big, gosh, it's already the longest thing I've ever written), where do I start? it's basically an Ocean's-esque criminals AU (with parkour, and enemies to lovers, and fake-dating), wherein,

Ladybug and co are planning a heist to bring down the Agrestes' drug cartel.

Chat Noir joins the party.

Absolutely nothing goes wrong.

I'm writing it Big Bang style (sans an artist partner, rip), that's why so much of it is written and nothing's posted. it's my pride and joy, and I'm incredibly excited to finish it this year and finally share it!!

have a snippet of Ladynoir here:

“Oh, that’s right under my— That’s right under Adrien’s windows.”

Ladybug’s expression immediately darkens, her eyebrows knitting together. “Do you know Adrien Agreste?”

“Uhm,” Adrien Agreste offers. He shuffles his feet. “Kinda? We do work at the same place.”

“But are you like…” She makes circles with her wrist and there’s palpable disdain to her voice when she says, “friends?”

“What? No, nothing like that! We are like. Acquaintances.” Then—probably driven by some mad, self-destructive urge, or at the very least, an even madder defence of his own character—he adds, “But, you know, he’s actually alright. At least, not among the biggest pricks I have ever met.”

“What a mighty achievement, isn’t that,” she sneers, evidently not impressed. “But how do you know which one is his room if you haven’t been there?”

Adrien curses mentally and ponders that he really ought to learn to shut up at crucial moments on rather short notice if he plans to side-along with this crew for long.

“Oh, I have been there. That’s how I know where it is,” he says slowly, like he’d explain to a child. For Ladybug’s benefit, obviously, so she understands this nuanced relationship better. Totally not because he’s making up his story on the fly. “They asked for my expertise on the security setup of the house, and I helped out with a couple suggestions.”

She scrutinises his face.

He sweats bullets.

Everything’s normal and perfectly in order.

On a sudden impulse, he continues, “That’s how I learned about what their real deal is, actually. They employed me at Gabriel, but having this level of security installed—cameras and guard dogs and everything—for a family house looked fishy.” It could have. It should have. “That’s when I started to dig deeper and realized what they are really doing. I’ve been debating quitting or taking countermeasures ever since, but I had no one else to turn to.”

He probably succeeds at condensing enough true desperation into that story, because Ladybug’s shoulders fall. Her eyes soften. “It can really feel like an uphill battle, fighting all of them on your own. Fortunately, you have us now.”

#thank you for the ask!:DD #and I'll shut up now because I could talk about this for hours but I shall not. don't want to spoil too much but I'm excited!!#god bless my betas who put up with my rambling in their inbox at 3am. I wouldn't survive without them <3 #heist au #miaraculous writing #wip game #miraculeakless

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Even MORE Vlk nonsense. If yall are interested in other stuff I have two stories that I started and never finished. I can give yall the pieces in another post, only one is about Vlk.

The more Vlk got to know her new landlord the more she wanted to leave. Not because the princess of hell was anything but kind but rather because she was so kind. She was persistent, saw the best in everyone, wanted to help everyone, wouldn’t hurt a fly, and worst of all, she was so optimistic. If she had social anxiety she would be Lilith’s carbon copy. And that made forgetting her life on earth really difficult. She was already having enough issues with her feelings for Val but now she had to be reminded of the daughter she’d never see again every time she came home. It hurt so bad.

So… she avoided Charlie as much as possible. She wasn’t subtle about it either and the residents were noticing. Angel had asked about it once but didn’t press any further when Vlk snapped it wasn’t his place to know. Husker didn’t really seem to care, neither did niffty. Alastor, the sadist, found joy in Vlk’s repeated neglect of the hotel manager and Charlie’s subsequent sadness.

Of course, she couldn’t be so blunt forever because there was one particular staff member that was not having her attitude. She had been avoiding Vaggie too because of that. Unfortunately you could only run from your problems for so long. And… this was the end of the line for her.

“What’s your problem?!” Vaggie snarled, having trapped Vlk in the kitchen after dinner.

“What are you going on about?” Vlk growled back evenly, slipping on gloves and washing her plate. She wasn’t a fan of wet fur so she avoided it when possible.

“Why do you continuously go out of your way to avoid Charlie? She’s offering you a place to stay, food, and protection all free of charge and you can’t even say ‘hi’ in the morning or ‘thanks’ when she serves you food?”

“Look I get you’re her little guard dog but I’m not appreciating your tone. I don’t have to interact with anyone I don’t want to. She said I only need to do what I’m comfortable with. And right now? I’m not comfortable with her.” She tried to keep her voice even and ears and tail still. Her muzzle kept wanting to curl into a snarl but she didn’t let it.

“Why not? What has she done so wrong to get this kind of reaction out of you?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Are you just scared of her then? Cause you know she’d never hurt you.”

“I’m not scared of the goody-two-shoes, no.” Her muzzle did twitch this time, offended at the idea.

“Then what?!” Vaggie snapped, throwing her arms to the side and glaring dangerously at Vlk. “And you better tell me so we can get it resolved because you’re not even attending meetings or anything that she’s involved in and those are *mandatory* if you wanna stay here.”

Vlk turned around, setting her plate on the counter to dry, taking off her gloves, and leaning back to study Vaggie for a few moments, all without a word. Eventually she sighed, “Your little princess brings back memories I’m trying to suppress, alright? Makes it hard to want to be in this hotel.”

“What kind of memories?” The angel shifted into a more passive stance, worry written plainly on her face. “Did she… do something to trigger them?”

“Just memories.” Vlk growled tersely, ears flat.

“Well, how can I help fix the problem?” Vaggie ran a hand through her hair and looked away.

“You can’t. But if you're so bent out of shape about it I’ll attend the meetings. Just don’t expect me to become any sort of buddy-buddy with Princess Morningstar.” With that, Vlk shoved past and left the kitchen, almost running face first into the very topic of the conversation who happened to be looking for her girlfriend.

Charlie made a pained face, when Vlk backed away, eyes wide. Biting back a response, she moved past the manager and muttered a quick, “sorry.” Under her breath.

“Wait, Vlk…” Charlie called, stopping the fox in her tracks. Vlk’s ears were back and shoulders hunched as Charlie continued, “Is there anything I can do to help your stay be more… comforting?”

“No.” Vlk said before laughing tensely and adding, “Unless you wanna go beat up some innocent kid or start cursing like a sailor.”

“That sounds f—king awful, b—-ch. What's wrong with you?” It wasn’t said aggressively and Vlk turned to face the princess in awe. She was being mean? Just the act of turning to face her had Charlie grinning an all to familiar grin and Vlk immediately wanted to turn away again but she didn’t.

“That works.” Vlk laughed, genuine this time. “Yeah. Keep that up and maybe I’ll be more comfortable around you.”

Charlie nodded with a smile and Vaggie set a hand on her shoulder, happy that they were starting to build a relationship— as odd of a way as this was.

“Night, princess.” Vlk said, turning away and going to her room.

Very faintly she heard a, “Goodnight, c—t.” and smiled to herself.

#niffty #oc #hazbin hotel #short story #vlk #writers on tumblr #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angle dust #alastor #hazbin hotel husk

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hi i was wondering if you could do the comforting a depressed s/o for thoma and ayato mayhaps?

Ofc lovely! I hope the boys efforts make you feel better even if only a little! - Mod Diluc

Ayato & Thoma Comforting Depressed S/O

||Head cannons||

Ayato

Mmh, bothersome indeed.

Not because you are a bother mind you, more so because he cannot figure the best remedy to make you feel better.

Doesn't mean he will not try though.

"My dear Y/N, Would you like to go for a stroll in Chinju Forest?"

"Here dear, have this- what is it? My boba tea- hm? No I do not mind giving it to you, why did that even cross your mind?"

He will make it habit to bring home small things as hopeful brightening gestures just to see your smile; Dango Milk, A plushie from one of the tourist souvenir shops, maybe he'll even brave face at Yoimiya's firework shop just to get his hands on some of those special dazzling ones that erupt into hearts; he could've swore he remembered hearing you say they're your favourite.

Suddenly you'll find him working at the estate more than normal, wonder why that could be; definitely not so he can keep tabs on you closer and encourage you to keep him company.

He won't mind your idle chatter and jump at unloading your stressed thoughts onto him while he works; a distraction he values to much higher regard than the boredom of his own work.

Vent away reader, hearing your struggles and offering advice or simple silence and playing the doting role of a shoulder to cry on is fine to this young Lord.

If it means helping you smile and sigh a relief then it is all surely worth it.

You do mean so much to him, he hopes you're aware of this.

How easy it is for you to lose yourself in your own self sorrow, letting the facts fly by in a gloomed daze.

But he will remind you, always.

His jokes, albeit sometimes far fetched and rather... highbrow manage to get at least a little huff and smile from you, and that is great! It means it isn't all doom and gloom for his beloved.

He knows mora doesn't fix everything, but he'll be damned if he doesn't exploit his abundance of it to take you to fancy restaurants and in his spare days off; vacations to settlements all around Inazuma, hell- he'll even take you abroad to other nations!

Warming and love filled kisses to the lips, stolen at the most abrupt of times, stealing your breath away mind you.

Gentle cuddles and soft caresses whenever you sit together, lie together too.

What would be better? Is it emotional support that will help? Or would physical affection yield better results, infuriating for him to not know which way is most effective for the love of his love; ah well, he'll just do every darn thing under the sun that let's you see he is deeply and forever in love with you, no matter how sad you become or depressed you feel, he will be there to keep you company through it all and cut through it like he does with so many of his enemies.

After all there is no bigger enemy to him than that of a plague that harms his sweet dear beloved, you reader.

Thoma

"Wanna grab a bite to eat?- Oh! or I could cook for you! What?- waste of time? Nonsense Y/N! Sit down and let me get prepared, tell me, what do you desire; I'll do my best to make it perfect just for you."

No, why are you depressed reader-chan? he hates seeing you so down in the dumps like this.

Stupid depression, he can't kick that away with force as much as he would love too.

He will constantly shower you with kisses, praise and cuddles, anything to put that smile back on your beautiful face.

He will let you do as you please too, twiddle with his dog tag? Play with his head piece for all he cares, he knows how much you love his attire and take joy in sticking close by.

It becomes a rather difficult task when he needs to finish his chores for the Kamisato twins at the estate, but to hell with it, sharing jokes with you, tickling you with the duster mid clean session; "Stop? Why would I do that when I get to keep hearing your cute giggles Y/N? Come here!"

He may even get in trouble a few times, being distracted by you, but there is no better distraction than you, so it's a price he'll gladly pay. At least you laugh again in those times.

He will pop out in any free times he gets to grab some of your favourite snacks, maybe a new blanket for you to cuddle at night with him?

He is nothing but a hopeless romantic, so you can sure bet that he will drag you out even if you refuse at first, to take you to beautiful places you hadn't even realised existed, just to show you the beautiful landscapes and dazzling night sky painted with stars.

Except some cheesy one liners too; "Beautiful isn't it? But not as much as you Y/N."

"I will never get tired of seeing that smile Y/N."

He will remind you all the time of how beautiful you are, and funny too, how much he couldn't ever live without you, how lucky he is to have you be his, how proud he is to know he is yours too.

Depressed or not, he loves you, oh so so so much, and even if he had to remind you every single day that you are perfect and he couldn't prey for a better partner that wouldn't change a single thing.

Because he thought he would never find a family again once he was left adrift at sea that faithful day, but it was you who anchored him back to something warm, something he thought he wouldn't have again, love and companionship.

So he will sooner rather die than not return those feelings tenfold, now, and forever.

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deeenvious · 1 year

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Ranking Every Halo Infinite Weapon

Based on how much I like them. FIRST CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE BAD AND BORING 22) THE FUCKING SIDEKICK

The only weapon in this category. An utter failure. Embarrassing. Tactical Sidekicks is like playing laser tag but the lasers do not work. It is also part of the base weapon kit in quickplay and quickplay is boring. SECOND CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD BUT ARE BORING!!!! 21) Battle Rifle

If this was about tactical slayer only (the best mode) this weapon is perfectly fine. Decent, maybe. Every other mode it is the most boring accuracy weapon. It brings me no joy. 20) Rocket Launcher

It is just kinda boring. Nothing exciting about it. You look at someone and they die instantly. No thrill of the hunt. Would be fun in any rocket launcher only mode but otherwise no. Bad. Put that shit away! 19) Gravity Hammer

Energy sword but worse. Fun to kill more than one person at once but it is just sorta whatever most of the time. Fiesta weapon only. 18) Assault Rifle

It sure is consistent. Do not care. Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 17) Energy Sword

It can be fun when you get a streak going but I do not want to be the one holding it. WEAPONS THAT ARE KINDA SHIT BUT THEY ARE REALLY FUNNY 16) Hydra

I like the lock on thingy. It also kills banshees which is good because I hate seeing those flying FUCKS. Kinda funny 15) Pulse Carbine

Honestly it is a bit more usable and I think that is a bit of a detriment to its funny factor sadly. I still enjoy using it to kill people though. 14) Plasma Pistol

I like holding the shot and the funny pew pew noises it makes. Satisfying weapon. 13) Commando Rifle

I'm surprised too tbh. It is a horrible weapon, beyond worthless. Wretched, Foul, Vile, Etc. But honestly? it is kinda funny and a bit satisfying to get a kill with. 12) Bull Dog

Yeah it's alright. It's fine. 11) Disruptor

I love this thing so much. Almost the most satisfying weapon fr. Love you. If this weapon ever becomes marginally good it will shoot up to like second. WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD AND ALSO PRETTY FUNNY 10) Cinder Shot

It is a rocket launcher but cooler and kinda based. I approve. 9) Heatwave

It is like if they made a shotgun cool. Impossible. 8) Stalker Rifle

Funny kool-aid sniper. 7) Needler

Very satisfying. Everybody already knows this weapon is good though. 6) Skewer

I think it is funny that this is the sniper the brutes could come up with. Good job guys. 5) Sniper

Sniper 4) Mangler

I am forever pissed about the nerfs they gave it. 343 makes the best weapons in the series and then nerf them into oblivion. Get real. Still fun tho. Tactical Mangler was one of the best modes in the game. 3) Sentinel Beam

Bsshrhrshshshhhrhssshhh 2) Ravager

It has a cool fire blast attack and it shoots globs at people idk what more you could want 1) SHOCK RIFLE!!!

I believe this weapon is the best weapon in any game ever sorry. If you disagree I am telling my mom on you.

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artificialqueens · 1 year

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Fantaisie in F minor, Op. 49 (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

A/N: 3 years after a life-changing and career-ending attack, Sasha comes back to the piano with Anetra's help.

TW transphobic violence, though not written about in detail. Chopin is my absolute favourite composer and in tough times, I cling to his music. I hope I gave him a fitting tribute. Title is one of his pieces; I tried to pick one that fit the fic's mood, but lmk what y'all think! I highly encourage everyone who's not familiar with his music to listen to the songs named in the fic as well, they're all beautiful.

Thank you Athena for beta-ing & hyping me up. Please note, I'm not a guide dog user, but I did try my best to research. If anyone who is a guide dog user has any feedback for me, please let me know!

It makes the news the night it happens, and stays on the news for weeks.

First transgender winner of International Chopin Competition attacked at awards ceremony. Even three years later, the thought of it opens a pit in Sasha’s stomach that makes bile rise in her throat. The hospital stay where all the nurses treated her coldly, where she didn’t speak the language they spoke to each other, sometimes right in front of her, and only knew what she was told despite having so many questions. The way she had been only half-conscious most of the time between the painkillers, anesthetics, and ICU delirium. The pain, so much fucking pain. Being wheeled from surgery to surgery, never knowing when the last one would be.

Blinking and blinking and blinking, but seeing nothing but clouds and muted colours. A fog she’d never be able to get out of, no matter how many ophthalmologists she consulted.

She brings her hands to her face, the phantom burn of acid tearing over the bumps of her scarred skin as her throat tightens, her heart speeding up. Her mind’s eye was 20/20, suddenly maybe more. She could see the crowd on their feet, hear the thundering applause, feel the weight of the award plaque in her hands. See the shine of the gold medal as it extended towards her, only for a collective gasp to draw her attention away, away from her joy and towards a man’s face twisted in disgust and anger, the open jar in his hand flying towards her--

“Baby, baby, breathe. Breathe.”

Sasha blinks at Anetra’s voice. The music that had been playing on the radio came to an abrupt stop. Chopin’s Grande Polonaise Brillante. The piece she’d been trying to forget for three years.

“You’re safe,” Anetra repeats, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Sasha feels the phantom pain fade, replaced by the prickle of hot tears at the corner of her eyes. It strikes her as incredibly ironic in a cruel way--of all the things that attacker had taken from her, he had somehow managed to miss her lacrimal ducts. Or maybe the surgeons had just saved them. She supposes she should be thankful--no, knows she should be. And she is, most of the time.

It’s just that right now, she feels ugly all over again.

Sasha’s psychologist had encouraged her to start listening to Chopin again about six weeks ago. It had been extremely difficult at first; she barely made it through half of the Wrong Note Etude before Anetra had to step in and help Sasha calm down. But it had worked—slowly but surely, with Anetra by her side, she could make it through a playlist without needing to do much more than deep breathing. And even though sneak attacks from the radio were difficult, just picturing Anetra leading her through a breathing exercise was enough to help her come out the other side unscathed.

“Would it help if I hold you?” Anetra asks, as if the answer isn’t almost always yes. Sasha nods anyway, leaning in for Anetra to wrap her in a hug.

“We can reschedule, you know--if it’s not a good day, I mean.” Anetra says quietly after a few minutes, stroking her fingers through Sasha’s hair like she knows she likes. It’s a tempting offer, but Sasha just shakes her head.

“We already reserved the music room,” she sighs. “Besides, if we waited for a good day…”

Anetra nods, not even needing Sasha to finish the sentence. They set today to reach this goal so that there would be a firm time, less room for Sasha to second-guess and back out just like the last two attempts.

She’s made up her mind--for better or for worse, she’s going to sit at a piano today.

“I think I’m okay now,” she pulls away from Anetra after another minute, heaving herself up to stand again. “I’ll go get ready.”

The drive to the community centre is relatively short, but feels like an eternity for Sasha. They drive in relative silence except for the occasional yawn or sneeze from Sasha’s guide dog Busby, a chocolate lab with as much personality as Sasha and Anetra combined. They don’t dare put on any music for fear that something upsetting might come on the radio, and Sasha can’t think of much to say, anyway. So she reaches her hand out into the back row for Busby to move towards and hit his snout up against, allowing the cold, damp feel of his nose to ground her.

“We’re here,” Anetra advises as they turn into the parking lot, and for a second, Sasha falters. They’re doing this, they’re really doing this. it’s freeing to think of, yes, and she’s proud of herself, but… The battle’s not over yet. They’re still in the parking lot. They have to actually walk in, have to actually open the door to the music room, have to actually walk up and sit down and then what if the piano bench isn’t big enough for the both of them, what if there isn’t even enough space for Busby to sit by the piano and he has to stay by the door and so she’s trapped, trapped sitting on a bench because she doesn’t know her way around the room and Anetra will be far and Busby will be far and it’ll be a disaster--

“Hey.”

Sasha jolts to attention at the sound of Anetra’s voice and the feeling of her wife’s hand on her shoulder.

“The room has an upright, I think it’s a Yamaha. It’s arranged on the far side of the room so there’s room to move around freely. The piano bench fits two and Busby can sit beside you.”

“How did you--”

“I know you is how,” Anetra laughs. “I visited the room last week just to make sure all the logistics would be smooth for you. For us,” she adds, moving her hand down to grab Sasha’s and give it a comforting squeeze.

“I love you,” Sasha sighs, the warmth of gratitude and affection flooding her chest.

“I know,” Anetra says, and Sasha just knows she’s smiling.

They walk into the community centre together, Sasha holding Anetra’s hand in an iron grip. Even though she can’t technically see, Sasha swears she can feel a million pairs of eyes watching them as they move through the building. She can’t decide which of her insecurities is worse; the bitter anger that people might see a mangle-faced freak with a victim for a partner, or the painful dread that they might see her as a pitiful charity case with a saint of a wife. If they even see Anetra that way; Sasha swears that every time they’ve been out since they came back from Poland, people have assumed Anetra was her aide instead of the love of her life.

“We’re here,” Anetra gives Sasha’s hand one more squeeze as they come to a stop, Busby guiding Sasha right to the door of the music room and pointing his nose to indicate the location of the doorknob. Not that he needs to; before Sasha can reach out for it, Anetra has swooped in ahead of her, throwing open the door and stepping aside with a theatrical ‘ milady.’

“You’re such a dork,” Sasha snorts, giggling a bit despite herself as she steps inside. It’s strange; maybe it’s because she can’t really see, but as she’s walking deeper into the room, nothing plays in her mind and there’s no anxiety in her chest. She knows there’s a piano, yes, but somehow, for a split second, she convinces herself that the room is empty, just a regular room with nothing special or scary in it.

That is until Busby guides her to the piano bench, allowing her knees to graze its edges, and her heart drops into her stomach.

Breathe, Sash. Breathe . She closes her eyes and inhales shakily, imagining the things that make her feel calm just like her psychologist taught her. Listening to her favourite songs. Red velvet cake. Her family back in Hawai’i. The soft feeling of plumeria petals against her fingertips and sun-warmed sand between her toes. Her and Anetra’s honeymoon in Tahiti, making love under a deep orange sunset.

“I’m coming beside you,” Anetra warns, careful not to disrupt Sasha’s fragile attempt at inner peace, for which Sasha is incredibly grateful. She relaxes a little further, opening her eyes by sheer force of habit so as not to feel surprised by the sudden warm presence of her wife beside her.

“Take your time, angel,” Anetra murmurs, reaching for Sasha’s hand and giving it another squeeze. “We have the room for an hour, we can just stand here that whole time if that’s what you’re up to doing.”

“If I do, Dr. Da Luca will make me come back again next week,” she jokes, even though it’s definitely true. Though Sasha supposes that she’ll have to come back next week regardless of whether she succeeds today or not; that’s the key to exposure, Dr. Da Luca keeps reminding her--consistency and repetition.

She’s trying not to think about that right now, though.

“Would it help if we put on music?” Anetra chances, and honestly, Sasha isn’t really sure, but she nods anyway, willing to try. She’s curious, anyway, what kind of music Anetra will pick--Anetra’s a mood-listener, someone who forgoes genre or artist to pick solely based off of the vibe she feels. And considering that Sasha has absolutely no idea what to call the vibe in this room right now, if Anetra can provide some clarification, well. She’s sure Dr. Da Luca would support that.

“Remember when you taught me this song?” Sasha can hear the grin in Anetra’s voice as Go Tell Aunt Rhody starts playing off her phone, and Sasha can’t help it--she bursts into the kind of laughter she never would have thought she’d be capable of in this moment.

“Yeah, I remember,” she rolls her eyes, giving Anetra a playful shove on the shoulder, “It took you three days to get the hands-separate version even remotely acceptable. Which honestly was pretty impressive. Just, you know, for all the wrong reasons.”

“Hey! I got it in the end, didn’t I?” Anetra protests in mock offense. “Pretty damn well, too, I would say. Hands together, even!”

“And I was very proud,” Sasha giggles.

“You know, I think I still remember it, actually,” Anetra continues pensively. “Move over, let me check this out--”

Before Sasha can even think about what’s happening, Anetra is plunking her way through something that sounds more like one of Busby’s more theatrical whines than any song Sasha’s ever tried to teach her. It’s absolute chaos, and as much as Sasha knows Anetra’s doing it on purpose, she also can’t help but try to step in.

“Oh my God, stop, that’s not how you do it--”

“Mhm,” Anetra’s hands come off the piano, her voice smug as it suddenly hits Sasha that she’s not standing anymore. She’s not hovering, not bending over to correct her wife. Instead, she’s…

“Did I… Am I…?”

“You did it, baby!” Anetra squeals, practically throwing herself onto Sasha and squeezing her tightly. “I’m so proud of you.

“Oh my God,” Sasha laughs in disbelief. Her heart is pounding, and her throat feels tight, but she did it--she really, actually did it.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Anetra keeps hugging Sasha, holding onto her tightly as tears begin to gather at the corner of Sasha’s eyes again. She knows they’ll spill over if she tries to speak, so instead, she just puts her head on Anetra’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as Anetra brings a hand up to stroke her hair.

“Neech?” she finally says after a few minutes, when the beating of her heart has fully calmed and her throat feels relaxed again.

“Yes, angel?”

“Can you play it again?” Sasha buries her face deeper into Anetra’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of her perfume.

“Oh, you want a little bit more of this?” Anetra’s voice is dripping with mischief as she begins to bang on the keys again.

“Fuck off,” Sasha laughs. “No, for real this time. Just… play it again.”

So Anetra does, and it sounds absolutely beautiful.

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