#when in reality I spent about the same amount of time coloring as I did everything before it

[ferronickel]

Looking Glasses Page 77 Time-lapse

#looking glasses #deltarune #utdr #ferrousart #cw: flashing lights #this was fun! it was cool being able to look back at my process #although this was a bad page to do this with because clip studio records separate each action as a frame #so when i made a million little marks while drawing the explosion that skewed the video to make it look like inking/sketching took ages #when in reality I spent about the same amount of time coloring as I did everything before it #(also ignore the bit where I decided i didn't like lancer's head and tried a few other angles before giving up)

[luvjunie]

— headcanons. what life is like for miles!42

a/n: i honestly didn’t mean for these to get so angsty oopsies!! i kept adding on so they’re also very lengthy wc: 1,751

contains: mentions of grief

Everyone thinks he’s rude and impossible to approach—but that’s a common misconception. In reality, he’s actually quite shy and simply prefers to keep to himself. His quiet nature often causes him to come off ill-mannered, which is completely unintentional on his end and partially the fault of those who assume what he’s like instead of actually getting to know him.

He used to be open to making friends and spending time with peers, but after everyone found out his dad died— which was impossible to prevent considering the man who used to drive him to school now had a giant mural made in his honor— he began receiving a ridiculous amount of pitied stares in the halls, began hearing hushed whispers about how hard things must be for him at home now. And even though they were, he hated that he was being treated differently by those he once kept close to him, like a charity case. As if he were fragile and would break— like he often did when he was alone.

His old friends were supposed to be his distraction, something to take his mind off how he now had to grow up faster than he’d liked. Something to remind him that his trauma hadn’t aged him as much as he feared; that he truly was still a kid at heart. But instead, they served as a constant reminder of the worst thing he’d ever had to live through— skated around him like he’d blow up the second they said the wrong thing; responded with heartfelt condolences instead of laughing with him whenever he’d tell a funny story about his dad. So eventually, he drifted away from them and began keeping to himself all together.

Don’t put him in a box because of his prowler side hustle, this boy is smart as hell!! Especially with one parent now being gone and his mom struggling to pay the bills? He takes his academics very seriously, he has no choice. He has to get it out the mud somehow and he doesn’t have the privilege of skipping classes as much as 1610-miles does. He’s working two years above his grade level in AP Calculus and AP physics, and has been accused of cheating on his tests a couple times due to how fast he completes them, as well as the fact that he has never once asked a question from the seat he chose in the back of the room.

It’s not something anyone would expect, but he enjoys baking a lot and he’s damn good at it too. When he was younger, he’d spent one summer with his Mamá Lena (Rio’s mother), who had him in the kitchen helping her cook and bake almost everyday and it just stuck. It’s a secret talent of his that never really comes up in conversation, and that you wouldn’t know about unless you’ve seen him doing it. His banana bread muffins using a recipe he took months to perfect taste like the gods themselves made them, and he’ll slip one into his mom’s work lunch whenever he makes them because he knows they’re her favorite.

He’s a lover boy at heart, if you were to look into his playlist, the songs you’d find in there probably wouldn’t be what you’d expect. Listens to bobby bland, which was heavily influenced by his uncle, old school rap, and he really likes love songs from the 90s because they make him feel calm, and allow him to imagine what his life would be like if he could have something like what they’re singing about. He’s terrified he’ll never be able to experience that due to his inability to open up to others. And often, he doesn’t even try to express the emotions that are tough to swallow, a firm believer in the saying that ‘once you’re down, it’s hard to get back up.’

Keeps his room pretty clean. It’s probably the one and only thing he has control over in his life, a constant for him. His room is his safe-haven so he treats it as such. It’s basically the same as 1610’s, just with a more matured look, a lot less color and less expression. He unfortunately lost that spark for a lot of his interests, so you won’t see more than a small punching bag, some boxing gloves hanging from the doorknob and few stragglers in the form of posters he didn’t feel like taking down.

He doesn’t like to argue, at all. He hates fighting with anyone he loves and he’s very quick to forgive them or squash the disagreement all together now that his dad is no longer here. When Jeff died, they were still on rocky terms from their previous dispute and even while years have passed, Miles still has yet to forgive himself for that. So now, he usually lets bygones be bygones, and never lets a conversation end on a bad note.

Continued growing his hair out once he realized it was a way for him to bond and spend more time with his mom. Within the little availability they do have, between her working doubles at the hospital, him being pulled in every direction now that he’s the ‘man of the house’—uncle Aaron’s words— and having to do things he’s not proud of to assist her while still going to school during the day, they make the time. Miles only gets it braided by her, and he enjoys the talks they have when he’s sat on the floor between her legs with his back to her. And when she’s done, regardless of how ridiculously embarrassing it is, and how he’s now over a head taller than her, he always lets her pinch his cheeks and call him her ‘handsome little man’. He hasn’t looked at a pair of hair shears since.

On that note, he is very, very defensive when it comes to his mother. Miles is not the kind to go around beating people up just for kicks; mostly because he’s not that kind of person, but also because even if he wanted to— he can’t.

In preparation for stepping into the prowler role Uncle Aaron put Miles into boxing/m.m.a classes when he turned fourteen, and he took to the skill very quickly. So well, in fact, that his hands can now technically be considered deadly weapons in the eye of the law due to his extensive training— which means he could get slapped with a ridiculous assault charge that would have him doing some time in a juvenile correction facility over a simple fist fight. (if he’s not masked as the prowler obviously).

But, some kid in his history class thought it’d be funny to make a slick comment about how Mrs. Morales was ‘single’ and ‘up for grabs’ now that his dad had passed, and the situation ended with Miles suspended for a week after he’d basically thrown his desk over to get to the kid, his knuckles bruised, and a tirade of complaints from the boy’s mother about his now-rearranged nose. However, after hearing the disgusting comment he had made about Miles’ mom, she was kind enough to not press charges and forced her son to apologize to the both of them.

That woman is his saving grace, literally. She stepped up in ways he didn’t even know were possible after his dad died, barely taking time for herself to grieve because she wanted to make sure her little boy didn’t fall apart. He doesn’t let anyone disrespect her and that’s always made known by him. He’s a mama’s boy.

They kind of have a titfortat thing going on, him and his mom. Like how she always stops in to ask him how his day was, if school is going well or if he needs anything, even if the time isn’t ideal and she’s talking to a sleepy Miles at 1am in the morning who can barely keep his eyes open. Or how his uniform is always freshly ironed and laid out for him in the morning, regardless of how exhausted she is and how badly she wants to crawl into bed after her shift. Or how when he’s sick, she’ll drive all the way across town to one of the only fresh markets that sells yuca root and white yautia so she can make him sancocho (a traditional puerto rican dish). It’s the one thing she knows always makes him feel better.

And Miles does nice things for her, too. Like draping a blanket over her sleeping form when she dozes off on the couch in front of the TV. Or making sure her phone is plugged in, so her alarm goes off in the morning, because sometimes she knocks out before she can bring herself to do it. He even goes as far as to secretly slip some extra cash he’s made from a recent job into the ‘RENT’ jar she keeps on her dresser— dropping a hundred in every now and then when she’s not there to see him do it. She’s never once asked him for help, but the one time he took it upon himself to offer it, he was shot down in seconds, and was made to promise her that he wouldn’t worry about it ever again. Her exact words being “You’re too young to worry about something like this mijo, okay? You take all the money you make from your after school job, every single penny, and you save it. Mama’s got this.”

But sometimes, she doesn’t. And Miles knows that she wants to be strong for him. For them. But it takes two, he knows that as well, so he helps out anyway.

And with prayers that they’re not short— Rio counts everything in the rent jar towards the end of the month, and a string of celebratory whoops and hollers will always sound from her room when she realizes they surprisingly have some extra cash that’ll allow her to take some days off and relax for once, and maybe even do something fun together. He’ll listen from his room with a knowing smile, more than happy to let his contributions remain undisclosed to affirm her efforts of providing for them the best she can. With her energy so depleted from how demanding her job is, she’s never suspected it was him discreetly assisting, and chalked it up to her forgetting how much she’d mindlessly dropped in there after each paycheck.

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡ #i kinda went crazy i won’t even lie #my favorite headcanon is the baking one!! #earth 42 miles morales fanfiction #prowler miles fanfic #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles angst #miles morales headcanons #miles morales fanfiction #42 miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse fanfiction #across the spiderverse headcanons

[aquagirl1978]

Hello! Thank you for opening these requests! This is so exciting! 🥰

May I please ask for Mitsuhide + Kisses #13 + 🌶 (or SFW, wherever the muse takes you)

Thank you so much!

~ Bryndolyn

Thank you so much for this request @bestbryn! What a great prompt for the kitsune - don't blame me for where this went, blame the muse.

Devotion - Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader

Prompt: kissing their bruises and scars

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI (for spicy situations)

You had been waiting for this night for what felt like forever.

In reality, it was less than 10 days. Nowhere near forever. But everyday spent without your love felt painfully slow. 

So naturally, your heart sang for joy when you learned Mitsuhide would be returning to your bed that evening. You spent a ridiculous amount of time over which kimono to wear and which hair clip complimented it best. 

But it was all for naught.

Hideyoshi had stopped by your room. You knew as soon as he opened his mouth that something was amiss.

Mitsuhide, he said, had already returned and was resting in his room. Surprised, you questioned why he did not come to see you first. Hideyoshi was unable to meet your gaze, and mumbled something about the mission not going as planned. He bowed his head and left your room.

In that moment, you were annoyed by his evasiveness, thinking it was cruel to not tell you what happened. But in hindsight, you realized he was being kind by preparing you.

As soon as Hideyoshi left, you rushed through a maze of hallways until you found yourself breathless before a familiar door. 

“Mitsuhide?” you called, knocking softly.

When you received no answer, you gently pushed open the door. His room was dark, with just enough light shining through to see the outline of a figure lying under the covers on the bed. 

“Little mouse, you shouldn’t be here.”

His voice was unrecognizable; hoarse and laced with exhaustion, you could tell even those few words took great effort to spit out. His words did not send you away as they wanted, but rather called you to him.

Perching yourself on the edge of his futon, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips, brushing a gentle kiss along his knuckles. When his hand trembled, you noticed there were marks on his fingers – they were thin and already starting to heal, but the bright pink color betrayed their age.

Turning his hand over in yours, your heart ached when you saw more of the same marks on his palms. Dipping your head to his hand, you left featherlight kisses, your lips just ghosting his tender skin. 

When you pulled back, you heard him make a noise. “Did that hurt?” you asked softly.

“No, on the contrary…” You raised a silent brow at him, but when he nodded slightly, you let out a long, pleased sigh.

Lifting his arm, you carefully pushed down the loose sleeve of his kimono, baring his bruised arm to you. After letting out an audible gasp, you brought your lips to his arms, leaving a trail of gentle kisses on his tender skin. 

Upon reaching his shoulder, you gently tugged at the collar of his robes, the fabric freely falling from his skin, revealing patches of pale purple bruises. 

Placing a chaste kiss to his collarbone, you enjoyed feeling the hitch in his breath. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, amber burning faint but steady. He smiled at you, tangling his long fingers in your hair, guiding your head towards his, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. His tongue parted your lips, sweeping the inside of your mouth, sending sweet tingles throughout your body. 

He pulled back, his golden eyes hungry and ready to devour you, his voice husky and encouraging.

“Little mouse, I appreciate your gentle touch. But, it’s just a scratch. I’m not broken.”

Tagging: @violettduchess @alixennial @redheadkitty11 @lordsisterxotome @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @lucyw260 @bellerose-arcana @scorchieart @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @tele86 @nightfoxqueen

#new year new celebration #ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen mitsuhide #ikemen fanfic #ikesen fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

[grison-in-space]

Via a conversation on Metafilter about the state of Florida's decision to crush its public institutions, a person I think is particularly wise left a comment about the state of the legislature on higher education in Wisconsin.

The situation in Florida is atrocious, but it's important to be aware of how widespread this movement on the part of MAGA politicians to ban all academic and support programs related to gender, race/ethnicity, and sexuality is. I'm a professor in the Wisconsin state university system, where, in addition to my regular fulltime work in my home department I direct the LGBTQ+ Studies Program (a more-than-halftime job I have done for many years in return for zero additional salary, or summer funds, or course buyout, or any other compensation...).

This summer, the Wisconsin state legislature, gerrymandered into permanent Republican control, voted to ban all DEI programs in the state university system, and cut $32 million from the university budget, which it stated was amount of "taxpayer money being wasted on divisive indoctrination efforts" (to paraphrase Assembly Speaker Robin Vos). This comes after years of successive budget cuts and a ten-year tuition freeze and years of faculty and staff taking pay cuts in the form of "furloughs" through which we were expected to just keep working. The situation is now somewhat improved in that Gov. Tony Evers, a Democrat, vetoed the DEI ban, but he cannot restore the funding. Anyway: a few days after the legislative vote to ban DEI , I was giving a talk about the range of state bills attacking trans youth and adults, and there was a Democratic state legislator on the panel. When we were introducing ourselves and I told her I directed the LGBTQ+ Studies Program, she said, "Oh, but that's no longer legal. Well, unless Evers vetoes the ban; we'll see."

After doing some blinking, I responded by explaining the difference between DEI programs and academic programs. DEI programs provide student support services, which is deemed administrative work, in contrast to academic programs. The LGBTQ+ Resource Center and the LGBTQ+ Studies Program at my university are both vital and important. But the resource center organizes support groups and social activities for students, while the academic program teaches classes and sponsors academic talks. Academic programs are not part of the DEI system--and the very same legislature that voted for the DEI ban had spent years prior threatening sanctions against students and faculty for supposedly not sufficiently respecting the absolute value of free speech in academia. Legislators presented instructors as censorious ideologues, students as snowflakes in love with a victim narrative, and the legislature as the champion of teaching and discussing all ideas freely.

The image of DEI programs presented by Republican legislators is some kind of kink fantasy, in which cis straight white men are forced to prostrate themselves, declare themselves to be bad and deserving of punishment, and lick the boots of students who are trans and queer, of color and feminist. The reality is that university DEI programs are providing mental health services and tutoring and social support to college students, at a time when their levels of mental health challenges are very high. They have zero to do with the kink humiliation fantasy, they really are about inclusion, and it is ludicrous and cruel to cut social support to marginalized college students.

But even if the state ban were not vetoed, a DEI ban does not dismantle programs like Gender Studies or African and African Diaspora Studies or LGBTQ+ Studies, because they are academic programs, I explained to the Democratic legislator. But from her response, it was clear that not only did Republican Wisconsin legislators think they'd banned all academic programs examining race/ethnicity, gender, sexuality, and who knows what else (disability studies? Jewish studies and Islamic studies?), but that the Democratic legislators seemed to believe so as well.

The flip from "we are the party of free speech!" to "we are the party that bans books and entire academic disciplines!" happened with dizzying speed. But take it from me as a trans person--these legislative attacks can burst across the country in the space of months, shifting the landscape radically. The thing about the MAGA movement is that it is made up of people who believe that the situation is desperate, the American project is on the verge of failure, and the time has come to destroy or be destroyed. Most Americans, including non-MAGA Republicans, want to see the culture war cool down and Americans get along, but MAGA-sorts want it to go hot. And I have to admit some despair about what to do about this, because of the unpersuadability of this group. Take a look at Question 39 from this CBS/YouGov poll of Iowa voters last week, and what percentage of Republican voters there believe they are being lied to by various parties. The percentage of MAGA voters who said they said they believed they were being told the truth by Trump was 71%, in comparison to 63% for friends and family, 56% for conservative news sources, and 42% for religious leaders. Only 32% of Iowa Republicans generally believed they were told the truth by medical scientists. (The figures for Joe Biden and "liberal media" were 10% and 8% respectively.)

It is hard to persuade people with facts and logic and calls for empathy when they think you are a liar attacking their great leader with whom 99% say they identify. What we have to do is persuade others to stand up. And I don't want to be doomy, but my experience with resisting transphobic legislation and action causes me a lot of concern. It's not just "the face-eating leopards won't eat my face" problem. The fact is, frankly, that a lot of institutions and people are craven. This past year I was in a working group with medical and social scientists advising the HHS about creating guidelines for research with intersex and transgender populations, and then Libs of TikTok spread lies about hospitals supposedly performing "sex changes" on little kids, and several children's hospitals received bomb threats--and suddenly most of the medical researchers working with trans youth were pulled from the working group by the hospitals they were affiliated with. Hospital administrators are shutting down research on trans youth and clinics serving trans youth, rather than having the backs of threatened doctors and patients, handing a victory to the face-eating leopards who growled at them.

My conclusion is that we need to focus energy on teaching people who have not dealt with serious bullying before how to stand up to bullies. For people like concerned parents considering attending school board meetings to oppose book bans, we could teach basic mutual aid strategies, like forming a supportive group to attend together. But what we are to do about people like college administrators and corporate executives who would like to do the right thing for students and employees, but not as much as they'd like to avoid offending a wealthy donor or receiving negative conservative media attention. . . that's a big question to me.

I have left my own longer comment in the wider thread.

(If you also like longform, thoughtful text conversation, this is my regular plug for Metafilter as a platform. If you DM me an email address, I can send you an invitation link for a free account.)

#metafilter #education #public education #colleges #legislators #cannot fucking believe the DEI thing #the thing is I have collaborated with this person in the past and he is a deeply sensible human being #so if he says this is what the legislators think #I believe him

[messinwitheddie]

Have any tutorials of how you draw your tallest? (Or irkens in general?)

If Cini could wear any human casual clothing, what would he wear that is comfortable?

If he had it his way, would Cini change the life of Irken society?( you know with the whole tall and short thing.) or change everything with the empire expansion. We know their people must have many enemies with other alien races but if there was an alternative to that and not concur or go to war with them, would Cini be that one Tallest to break that cycles? I mean he looked tired of being tallest.

I'm not the best teacher. My drawings are pretty inconsistent. The best I can explain my process is, make a mark, erase a mark, rinse, repeat until it looks like a figure.

These were drawn super quick. Not sure how much help they'll be, but I tried to leave in as many reference lines in as possible.

These are some sketches on how I approach drawing a tallest with the typical JV bone-skinny body frame

The torso is where I struggle the most. I probably draw them too tall, but that's how it comes out.

It's fun to experiment with different body types;

From left to right; Tallest Spittle, Greezee and Blitz

From left to right: Tallest Miyuki, Dava and Kii

I have a tendency to draw women tallests with big hips (because that's fun for me), but Irkens really don't have gender dimorphism, and their fashion/ clothing styles are all unisex, so there's no need to follow that rule when you design your own ocs.

I would have to look through my blog to find any posts about how I draw smaller Irkens. Mostly same advice.

As far as Cini's choice in comfortable human clothing; his robes are very uncomfortable, so anything would feel comfy by comparison.

But I imagine he would immediately gravitate towards those flimsy tie dye sun dresses you see in those little hippie boutiques at the mall. Tie dye is something he would never have seen in the empire plus so many swirls and colors!

He would have a field day dress shopping. Most human male clothes would be too lacking in flair.

And to address the third question; Irkens are brainwashed at birth into believing their height based hierarchy is the natural and correct way for their society to operate and have been brainwashed into believing this for MILLIONS and millions of years.

I'm not sure if it's within the limits of his imagination to conceive a reality where Irkens did not serve a tallest who carried out the will and executed the design of the control brains.

BUT Cini wished from the moment he was measured someone, ANYONE else had been measured taller than him. His favorite partabout being tallest was lounging and smoking record breaking amounts of pipe amber.

His passion was his trapeze act and watching performances at the civilian theater. No "important" occupation really appealed to him when he was a cadet; too boring, not enough fun music and visuals. He only served in the military because all Irkens are required to go through basic training. His stats were a joke as far as his height bracket went. He stayed the same rank for almost 200 years.

Cini tried as hard as he could to be a good tallest, as much as his imposter syndrome made it for him. MOST of his reign was actually spent improving infrastructure within the empire's existing territories. He was a generous patron of the arts and sciences (beyond military research). Service drones legally received more off time and better medical benefits. Cini avoided brute force unless absolutely necessary. He loved to play ambassador. The Vortians, the Space Bees, the Inquisitorians, ect all became official allies of the Irken Armada during Cini's rule. He genuinely took the time and effort to listen to their concerns and compromise.

Cini was wise enough to know it's better to make friends than enemies in the long game, especially unnecessarily. The empire wasn't perfect, but Irkens and alien citizens alike enjoyed a higher quality of living under Cini's leadership methods.

It wasn't until the very end of his reign did he declare a war. He did so because of pressure forced down on him by the control brains, who were intimidated by the corrupting freedoms the lesser drones seemed to be enjoying and deeply concerned by the lack of new conquests that have been made over the centuries.

The Irken/ Planet Jacker war was bloody from the very beginning.

Cini would not live down the shame of his decision. Too many casualties on his conscience.

Every drone is worthy of dignity; Cini believed that. He would change A LOT about Irken society if he could. He tried. He wish he had tried harder.

#invader zim #irken #tallest #ocs #asks

[shyhaya]

So.. I spent all evening writing this.. I hope it's good. I was feeling inspired, so..

Here's a one-shot following my 'Just to see you again' one. This time, featuring my friend, uppermuse1 's OC!

This is an Upper Moon Two/Douma x OC one-shot. Don't like it, don't read it!

Also, this contains manga spoilers!

« As it was »

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Icy blue eyes stared intently at the canvas, looking carefully at the landscape design painted in it. A soft melody could be heard as background noise, as the brunette let out a hum, her brush drawing delicate forms in different colors, all of dark tones that reminded of the night sky. She had been painting for hours now, her body moving just when she needed to dip her brush in another color.

She was there since the sun set; first alone, until her long time friend had come to visit her. Hatsumi humored Yushiro for a few hours, chatting about how each of them had been doing the past month. However, after dawn, he had retired to his own home. Although normally stern with his friend, Yushiro always knew when she wanted to concentrate and be alone.

In the past, this fact may have made him inclined to stay, knowing the fragile mentality she had the first few years on her own. But this time, Hatsumi seemed content, relaxed and most of all.. happy. Like, genuinely happy. This left him feeling good, to know she would be fine. And so, he left her in the same spot she now was, totally focused on her what she was drawing on her canvas.

Just when the alarm in her phone went off, showing it was currently 4:45 in the morning did Hatsumi stand up from her seat, stretching her non aching muscles to go and take a bath, deciding to sleep for a while but knowing it was going to be difficult. It was funny to her, how a century ago she wanted to sleep all the time instead of facing reality every night. And now, she couldn't wait for this day to pass.

She thought about this as she was finishing her night-morning routine, chuckling softly at the irony. How curious it was, that the same thing -people- that she missed and made her so sorrowful before is now the very same reason she was so happy now. Honestly, Hatsumi at first didn't believe she would be happy again. Now, it was almost surreal.

And as she had predicted, sleep evaded her for maybe more than half an hour, but she still fell unconscious after much tossing around.

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Hatsumi wandered carefully around the enormous state as different people, from young men and women to elderly people went on with their day. She had been there for two days now, and even though she was confident in her ability to disguise herself, the brunette had a feeling someone was watching her. If her suspicions were right, this was a fact.

Normally, the sighting or presence of a demon wouldn't have swayed her to investigate further but she had grown curious. In her travels a considerable amount of people had mentioned a special place for troubled individuals or just anyone that needed a home or some divine guidance. Some had commented how it was weird that people they knew went there to never be seen again, while others said nothing wrong was there.

This had been enough for Hatsumi to finally visit the Eternal Paradise Cult. And as she suspected, a demon was residing there, among the humans.

It wasn't difficult to realize this demon was a powerful one, and after her first day she had a hunch that there were possibly two demons. This made things harder for her, because if she could feel them then they certainly could feel her. Hatsumi decided to get out of there, but before she could even think of walking towards she exit, she was pinned to the wall by the throat.

« Where did he come from?! Wasn't there people a few seconds ago?! »

Her instincts were overwhelming her with the need to do something, anything to save herself from dying, but instead of surrending to panic she tried to focus. The demon restricting her was powerful, that Hatsumi could perfectly notice even though he didn't have the characteristic kanji in his eyes, so he couldn't be a lower nor an upper moon, fortunately for her.

He seemed to be a little bit taller than her, with red/white hair that covered his right eye. The left was of a purple color, and golden marks adorned his cheek and neck. He was wearing a mostly black with red outfit and a thin tail swayed back and forth behind him, almost like a cat's. He was growling at her while his sharp nails cut the skin of her neck, no doubt he wanted to end her, but she would at least try to do something to avoid it.

"What is a weakling such as yourself doing here? Speak now or I will kill you."

Hatsumi tried to calm herself down before answering, something that proved to be complicated when she was being overpowered like this. Still, she made an effort.

"I was just.. curious.. about this place.. because I've heard humans talking.. and saying how people.. specially women.. went missing.. that's all.."

The only eye visible in the demon's face narrowed. He probably didn't believe her, but she was talking the truth and he seemed to be thinking about it.

"You blend in with humans well, and you feel.. different. Is that really your only goal?"

Once she nodded, the redhead let her go but instantly grabbed her right wrist, ordering her to be quiet and follow him if she didn't want to die. Of course, Hatsumi agreed silently and walked behind him, feeling the wounds on her neck healing. She looked around, not finding any humans; this was weird but she didn't question this out loud, until they arrived to a fancy looking door, where he knocked three times before calling.

"Brother? There's something we need to discuss. May I go inside?"

From inside the room, a cheery male voice answered.

"Of course! Come in Akemi! And please, bring in our guest~"

Hatsumi flinched. The other demon was already aware of her presence and what she felt was so.. strong. It wouldn't surprise her if this demon turned out to be one of the Twelve Moons. Clenching the skirt of her kimono, the brunette stepped inside the room after the redhead tugged her.

"So she's the one who sneaked here~ she's cute. Don't you think so, little brother?~"

The one she now recognized as Akemi made her kneel down, and she heard him scoff as the other, more cheery demon approached them.

"She's weak. And I'm sure you know this too.. she is not like us. I don't trust her."

Hatsumi heard a light chuckle, before the other demon -Akemi's older brother- leaned and lifted her chin with a fan. The first thing she saw was the rainbow in his eyes, the different colors clashing beautifully in his orbs, before her own eyes widened when she noticed the kanji craved in them.

"You are right Akemi, but she is so.. interesting~"

« Upper Moon Two.. just my luck.. »

Said demon grinned with false happiness at her, and Hatsumi was surprised but intrigued by how.. empty he seemed.

"What is your name, lovely?"

The blue eyed demoness took a few seconds to process his question, too trapped in her fear and fascination.

"Hatsumi.. my name's Hatsumi. What about yours, Upper Moon Two?"

The words escaped her before she noticed what she had said. The blonde in front of her stared into her eyes, a brief sparkle of curiosity lighting in his orbs. His grin widened.

"You may call me Douma. It is a pleasure to meet you, Hatsumi-chan~ I know we'll get along just fine~ Don't you think so too, Akemi?"

The redhead looked at the blonde, surprise evident in his eye. His expression said he wanted to refuse, but he contained himself.

"So.. we're keeping her?"

Douma gave him a nod, smiling as a little child would when someone gifts them a new toy. Akemi sighed, and Hatsumi wondered what did they mean with 'keeping her'.

"Well Hatsumi-chan, it seems you'll live with us for a while!~"

She just hoped it wouldn't be anything bad.

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Hatsumi woke up slowly, blinking a few times to make sure she was completely awake. She tended to wake in the middle of her rest by a nightmare; so to awake peacefully after dreaming about her first encounter with the two people she loved most in her life was so shocking and wonderful.. that her eyes glossed over with tears as a nostalgic smile formed on her lips.

She stayed like that for some minutes, just replaying her dream/memory and shedding some tears. Yes, maybe how they met wasn't ideal, but she treasured every moment they spent together, no matter what happened. The brunette sighed and sat up, doing a couple of stretches as she had grown accustomed. Then, she took her phone -she really admired the humans that created them- and checked the time.

« 12:00 pm.. »

"I slept for so long? That's new.. Well, at least I have enough time to get ready."

She mumbled to herself, starting her daily routine. She made her bed and went to the kitchen to get her rations. Then, she entered her room again to pick her outfit. She choose something nice but casual, rearranging her closet out of nervousness. Maybe this wasn't the first time she went out with him -they had done so once a week for the past month- but this time was different. This time the two of them will be present.. Hatsumi was excited and scared.

« What if he hates me..? I mean, he hated me before but.. will it be the same? Everything has changed now. I don't want to be trapped in the past.. although they look exactly the same as back then.. »

The brunette questioned in her inner dialogue, pouting. She glanced at the phone again and shook her head, deciding to not dwell on the subject anymore as to not stress herself. She was happy to be reunited with them, and that was all that mattered. With that in mind, she walked to her little art studio, looking at the painting she'd been working on a few hours earlier. It was almost complete. Hatsumi figured she could finish it when she returned home that evening.

She spent the rest of the time reading a book and chatting with Yushiro. The hours went by extremely slow for her, until it was finally time to get ready; she took a quick shower and dressed herself, looking through the window of the living room to see if the sun had set already. When she deemed it was safe for her to go outside, she grabbed her purse and coat before putting on her shoes, noticing she had a message from him, a simple 'On my way with Akemi! Can't wait to see you! <3'.

Hatsumi smiled tenderly, forgetting her nerves and walking through the snow covered streets. Winter would always be her favorite season of the year. It was so festive and beautiful, and the little snowflakes reminded her of the two she cherishes so much. She wore her coat even though she didn't get cold, looking at the sky and loving Winter a lot more because with it's weather the sun was covered most of the time, making it easier for her to go out.

As she arrived at their meeting spot -a park with pretty Sakura trees that waited for spring to make them bloom- Hatsumi looked around for them, soon seeing two very familiar figures in the distance. She smiled sweetly as they neared her. Her blue eyes softened when glancing upon Akemi. He was the same as she remembered. His most demonic traits were gone and his skin was flushed pink by the cold, but he was the same. His eyes were the pretty purple color she liked and he still covered one of them with his red hair.

Being completely honest, Hatsumi had seen pictures of him before. But to meet him again in person, to stare at his grumpy but curious expression and to see him beside his brother.. all this almost made her break into tears. Her heart was beating fast, she felt warm. She felt whole again. All those years waiting and asking whatever superior being was up there if she really would see them again were now justified. To feel like this again. Every last second of pain was worth it to her.

"Hatsumi-chan! I missed you darling!~"

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the blonde suddenly wrapped his arms around her. The brunette laughed and hugged him back, nuzzling into his chest, enjoying his warmth as one of the things that confirmed her he was fully human. She pulled away slightly to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiling widely when he looked at her and she saw a speck of emotion in his rainbow eyes.

"Douma-san we saw each other last Sunday, don't you remember?"

Hatsumi felt the urge to laugh when his cheery expression changed to a cute pout.

"I do remember.. but that was so long ago! Do you know how excited I was to see you and to have you meet my little brother?"

She nodded, fully parting from the hug to look at Akemi, whose face practically screamed 'get a goddamn room', she bowed her head as a greeting. The redhead got closer.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Akemi-kun. Your brother has told me much about you."

The younger of the three made a slight bow, sighing softly as he looked at her.

"Likewise.. Hatsumi-san. Even though I still question my brother's decisions, it is quite pleasant to see you are.. decent."

His words were expected, and Hatsumi felt happy to know he was the same tsundere she knew before. She maintained her smile.

"I am glad you think so. I hope we can get along."

Akemi looked briefly surprised, but quickly regained his composure, adverting his eyes.

"We'll see about that.."

She heard his little mumble, but didn't comment on it, focusing instead on the amused expression on Douma's face as he watched them interact. The three then walked together to a café to buy some hot drinks, where the blonde offered to go order for all of them, indiscreetly leaving Hatsumi and Akemi alone so they could talk.

"Akemi-kun, is there something you want to tell me?"

Her question seemed to take him by surprise, as he only looked at her for a few seconds.

"Why are you being so nice?"

She tilted her head confusedly. He sighed and looked down.

"You've been going out with my brother for a month now.. and everytime he returns home he talks about you like.. like you really understand him. Like you.. honestly like him. Earlier too. You acted nice."

She smiled warmly.

"You think I'm not genuine with my feelings? That I'm using your brother?"

Akemi stared at her with narrowed eyes.

"I don't trust you. This has happened before. How can I know if you're honest?"

Hatsumi hummed softly, her gaze never wavering.

"I don't know. I can't tell you a way for you to be certain about me.. but I lo- like Douma very much.. More than I've liked anyone in my life. I feel connected to him. Like it was.. meant to be. And with you. I've heard so much about you, I'm fond of you already."

Now it was his turn to look confused at her words.

"How can you say that?"

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He had asked her the same question long ago on a Winter night. They were outside, not too far from the cult's place. Hatsumi had said she wanted to get some fresh air, and both brothers accompanied her. It had been.. at least a year since she had sneaked into their home. A year, and she no longer felt like a prisoner.

It was kind of ironic that when they were not doing anything besides looking at the sky and walking around, some slayers stumbled upon them. The humans had quickly pointed their swords to them, scared but willing to fight. And maybe it was because her instinct told her to move or because she didn't want anyone to get harm, but Hatsumi had tried to fight the slayers, getting a pretty bad injury in the process until her companions had killed the slayers. Even when she didn't attack to kill, she had defended them.

"Are you stupid or what?! Why did you do that?!"

She had winced as Akemi yelled at her. His brother watched her injury slowly heal itself.

"He is right Hatsumi-chan. We are strong, you know? You could have been beheaded! Not that I would have let them~ But what possessed you to do that?~"

Douma had talked to her in his everlasting false happy tone, but there was something different about it, a subtle change at the end, as well as a strange sparkle in his eyes. Hatsumi stared at the ground.

"I just.. I didn't want you to get hurt.."

Her tone had been shy, and she could feel Akemi's stern glare.

"How can you say that? We can protect ourselves."

Hatsumi looked at them with a tender gaze.

"Because I care both for your brother and you. I'd rather let myself be hurt than let anyone hurt you two."

Both brothers had been shocked by her confession, and in that moment something shifted in them. They looked at each other briefly, confirming they had thought the same. Douma cupped her cheek, staring at her with an amused and not so fake smile.

"You don't have to worry about that darling~ We won't be defeated that easily~"

He helped her stand up and they returned home. When they were arriving, Akemi turned around to face her, an expression she had never seen before on his face.

"Thank you for what you said.. but don't worry about us. We are the ones who should look out for you.. You won't get hurt again."

Hatsumi smiled tenderly at him after she got out of her initial shock, nodding her head. Akemi returned to his usual attitude when he saw her so moved.

"But it's not that I care for you.. You're just weak."

The redhead said, going on his way. But even if he denied it, the brunette knew he cared.

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Hatsumi went back to the present time, still a little stunned by how similar Akemi's question and demeanor had been to the first time he said that. She focused on him again, giving the answer she felt was right.

"Because I care both for your brother and you. I'm not asking you to believe me now, but I promise you I'd rather let myself be hurt than hurt you two."

Akemi looked at her, not knowing exactly what to say to that.

"You.. you really meant that..?"

The brunette nodded, staring at him with the same warmth she always had reserved for them.

"I do. I mean it."

His eyes stared down again, as he thought about her words. Hatsumi let him take his time. It wouldn't matter how much it took, she'll win his trust.

"Then.. I suppose I'll try to believe you.."

She smiled widely at that, and continued to do so the rest of the evening. They walked her home, with the brunette and the blonde scheduling their next date while Akemi looked at them with a deadpan. Then, they said their goodbyes and the two brothers left. Hatsumi watched them go and went to her art studio to finish her painting, suddenly inspired.

"And~ did you like her? Isn't she the best?~"

Akemi looked at Douma and sighed.

"If she makes you happy, then it's okay for me.."

The older of the two giggled, knowing very well his little brother was growing fond of her. Meanwhile, Akemi stared forward again, thinking about what she said and how familiar it was to him. Like his brother said when he first mentioned her.. 'It's like I already know her.' A small smile appeared on his lips.

"She's not so bad I guess.."

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A few hours later, Hatsumi grinned contently at her finished work. She signed it and wrote something at the bottom. The painting was a beautiful night sky, with stars and a bright crescent moon. There was also a hill illuminated by the moonlight, where three little figures stood. The way they were designed made them look like they belonged together. The brunette gave it one last look before walking out of the room.

At the bottom of the canvas, there was written:

'Where my heart belongs.'

Finally! I finished! I was so excited by this one-shot I just couldn't stop writing~ ^^

Anyways, I hope you liked it <3

Dedicated to @uppermuse1

Your OC and you have inspired me a lot. I'm so glad to have you as a friend :3

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Feitan x Reader Unpredicted !WARNING! GORE, HOMICIDAL IDEATION, SUGGESTING CONTENT 

You enjoyed killing people, it was like a hobby. You end up catching the eye of an elite group. After you joined you went out killing for fun still, but not by yourself.

*SLITTT*  Another body falls like paper. You've always liked killing people, it has always made you feel a certain way. You enjoy every moment of it. The look of fear in their eyes, the noise from your w/n cutting your prey, their blood-curtailing screams. You loved it all! To you, killing is a form of art. 

On your way out of the motel you ambushed, a male around your height appeared. He had beautiful raven-colored hair. His eyes were sharp and grey. This man truly looked mysterious, especially in the middle of the night. You turned a blind eye to the man. You could handle him anyways, so you kept walking. 

The male sprung up in front of you. "What's your problem?!" You pissed off at the man, he simply replied. "That's not how you talk to your superior." You laughed at him. "Superior? What are you even talking about?" The atmosphere got tense. "The boss wants you to join us." You tilted your head. "Join us???" The man sighed. "Follow me, there will be no problems." Hesitant, you decided to check it out. 

Hours later you arrived at an abandoned apartment complex. "We are here," the man looked at you. You entered what seemed to be the main building. Eventually, you were deep in the apartments. You saw a group of people in a big room. You stopped before entering, only to be pushed by the male signaling to go in. 

Another male greeted you. "Hello, I'm Chrollo, your boss." You were bewildered, and your face expressed that. "If you would like to join us you would be part of the elite, Phantom Troupe." Chrollo opened his arms showing the rest of the group members. They all looked dauntless. This is the kind of group you would like to join. 

You snapped back to reality. "How did you find out about me?" Chrollo laughed. "Well, darling it was easy. Just look at your past killings and determine where you will kill next. We already knew it was one person by the corpse. What we didn't expect is a beautiful small woman like you." You got angry at his remark. "Small? At least I don't have someone else protect me! I'm perfectly fine on my own, I don't need a rude boss giving me orders." 

You were on your way back when one of the women from before stopped you. She had the same hair as the one that brought you here. Except it was longer, she was gorgeous. "Please don't leave. I cleaned up all the bodies from the people you killed so you wouldn't get caught. You seem like a good person, I want to know you better. I'm Shizuku." She had a friendly aura, but there was some dark energy deep in her. You could sense it, she could do serious damage. "I'll join as long as I don't get more crap from your boss." Shizuku smiled. "Great!" You two head back to the group. 

Chrollo had Shizuku introduce you to the group. He could sense a bond already forming between you two. "The one that brought you here is Feitan." Seeing him in better light you realized how attractive and a large amount of dark aura emitted out of him. 

"The blond one is Pakunoda. If you need anything go to her." Pakunoda smiles and waves at you, you just waved back. "The one on the phone is Shalnark, tell him any technical problems and he will assist you." Shalnark did a small wave not even looking at you. "He has been busy recently. He will greet you later."

 Shizuku introduced me to everyone else, then to my room. It was clean for an abandoned building. The bed looked clean, not new but I don't mind sleeping in it. The room was nice, with fancy furniture, paintings of old artists, and a big window with stunning curtains. 

You spent the rest of your night in that room. You don't know when you will have to leave, might as well enjoy it while you can. 

As time went on you got to know the other members their likes, dislikes, etc. Feitan avoided you, he had no reason to. After all, you did nothing to hurt him, he'll warm up to you eventually.

 You haven't gotten any missions yet and you were growing impatient. "Chrolloooo! Let me just go kill someoneee! I can't be left unsatisfied for so long!" Feitan coughed. Chrollo looked at Feitan than back at you. "Feitan take Y/N out to kill. Don't let her do overkill though." Feitan pulled his bandana up more. "Yes sir." 

You both found a small party at a house in a forest. Perfect, no one nearby and they can scream all they want. You were getting prepared to destroy the place when Feitan grabbed your shoulder. "Hm?" You turned around to look at him. "What you said earlier, not being satisfied. Do you get off killing people?" Feitan was blushing, you can tell even though it was dark. 

"I- I don't know. It's just, addictive." You chuckled nervously. "It satisfies you sexually?" Feitan asked looking away. You started blushing, "I'm not sure..." That night, let's just say you and Feitan killed people, together. 

The next morning you two couldn't look at each other. Chrollo observed your and Feitan's behavior. 

For every mission, you were partnered up with Feitan. You guys became known as the "Killer Twins". Both of you have a dark aesthetic and are mysterious. On one of your and Feitan's job, you decided to give Feitan a hint. "Killing besides you is the most romantic thing I could ask for." Feitan stopped. You regretted what you had said. 

"I agree..." You felt like you unlocked a new world. Feitan grabbed your hand, and you went closer. Then you both kissed. You and Feitan had an eventful night in your room. No longer called the "Killer Twins" but the "Murder Couple".

1052 words.

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7/16/22

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How I Lost You (and your brown eyes) : Gus x F!Reader

AN: Writing this in the middle of winter was healing. I know Gus is so so underrated, but I wrote this for my own enjoyment. If you enjoy it, I'm glad. <3 Keep it tactical my friends. I know I'm screaming into the void about him, but he is legit the best operator <3 Tbh, I think this idea kept my brain functioning on mind numbing shifts.

SFW - Beach Episode - Vague Angst - beta read for like 4 seconds

Song Inspo: Out Like a Light - The Honeysticks | Indigo Night - Tamino | Brown Eyes - Lady Gaga (loved it so much i had to use a lyric for the title)

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Months away from the beach did me no favors. Months away from the sun, the scent of the sea, the warm, tender coffee. I missed it every day. But that was not the only thing I missed.

During my travels, I'd met someone. Someone who promised me that we would meet in the same spot at the beach café if I ever returned. He was kind, his soul was as pure as the morning sun. He made so many promises and kept a fair amount of them, apart from one. He never met me again.

I don't know what possessed me to return to that spot every late evening, I'd lay in the sand and feel each grain against my skin. I didn't think he'd return, or even had a second thought about me since our last meeting. I hoped I was wrong, painfully wrong. Now I sit in lonely cafés hoping one day he'll return to me, even if he told me he never wanted to see me again.

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It was an early morning at my usual café. I overlooked the balcony to watch the crashing ocean waves, baby turtles rushing to be swept away by the great blue. I was lost in thought, the ambiance taking my mind somewhere else, to a place I'd rather spend the rest of my life. Away from here, away from the mundane and mind-numbing aspects of life. Nothing mattered to me. My mind was empty, a blank slate ready to be spattered in ideas and new beginnings. I longed to be one of those turtles, to only worry about floating and swimming under the vast sea, something bigger than me, yet smaller in so many ways. Lost in my translations, I didn't notice the cup of espresso sitting in front of me. "Remember me?" A familiar voice snapped me back to reality. I looked up at his face and part of me didn't believe who I was seeing. I don't know how many months it had been, how many hours, days, weeks, or seconds without seeing this face.

"I..." I didn't know what to say. He smiled at me, the same smile I remembered when he taught me how to surf. "Gus, I..." He wore green camouflage from head to toe and a beret. "Did you miss me, Chica?" I looked into his eyes and was hit with the memories we had shared. Each sea-salty kiss, the way his hands held mine as we watched water-color sunsets on the shoreline, helping baby turtles reach the water before the sunrise. It all rushed back to me like a powerful wave. I got up from my seat and leapt into his arms, he still smelled like sea.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and he spun me around in a warm embrace. I feared that if I let him go, he'd disappear again. We were never anything set in stone, Gus was someone who I spent quality time with, and he lived in my memories when he was away. Or... I was away. He bestowed the name Chica to me when he first taught me how to surf, it'd taken him days to learn my name. I supposed it never came to mind when he was too busy trying to explain proper technique. I still held him in my arms, my fingers weaving into his mass of thick black hair, the perfect curls wrapping around my skin. "I'm here, Chica. I know I have a lot of explaining to do."

It pained me to let him go. "Please, tell me everything. You... Your uniform? What is this? Tell me please." I sat down in front of him, and he pushed the fresh coffee to me. "I had an epiphany." I raised my brows at him. "Go on." He let out a heavy sigh, there was something he was struggling to tell me. "I've grown up in paradise, my whole life. I've never had to worry, had to struggle, had to worry about tomorrow. My only worries were if I'd make it to the beach in time." I always knew that about him, but I never thought less of him. Does a struggle make us more than what we are? "I've never been rich, Chica. But I never needed to be. My life was perfect until it wasn't. Everything seemed perfect until I looked at the scum, the grime that hides in plain sight." Gus shook his head. "I met someone who helped me be brave, who made me realize I can make a change, that I can protect something precious to me."

"You've always been brave, Gus." I replied, sipping the coffee. "You are brave. Even if you weren't, I don't think any less of you." I looked at him, there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "I know, but how can I sleep at night knowing I can make a difference but choose not to? So that's what I did. I made a difference." I reached to grasp his hand, new scars caught my attention this time. "While I was away, I was contracted by a military company... Which lead me to bigger things. Things bigger than me." I knew Gus had been a police officer before he met me, but this? I... I never knew.

I didn't follow that last part. "Tell me, Gus. I want to know why you just up and left." I tried not to sound upset, or angry with him. But spending months without him, sleeping alone and wondering where he was; who he was with. But maybe he slept alone too and wondered those things about me. "I can't tell you here. Why don't we take a walk, si?" I agreed reluctantly. He took it upon himself to finish my coffee. God, he was stunning. Those jet black eyes that beamed into my soul like a ray ultraviolet light. And that skin, it was coffee-rich and adored by the sun. His home was nearby, I'd stopped there so many times to see if he was there. Each time I was met with my reflection staring back at me in the door window. He held my hand as we walked down the steps, my sandals now pressed into the sand.

"After I joined the Force, I trained for weeks. You knew that. I needed something to do with my life."

"But Gus, you had something already. Why fight? Why risk your life?" I didn't want to hurt his feelings, or give him a different reaction than he expected. But knowing he could be blown to pieces or worse made my stomach turn into a knot. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..." I stopped myself from speaking, knowing my words would only fumble over themselves. "I just missed you, Gus. I missed you. I missed drinking coffee with you, going to the beach whenever we wanted, and I loved watching you teach people. I loved spending time with you. Watching you under the sun was better than anything else I've ever experienced. Making memories with you. I missed you." We stopped on the shoreline, it was empty and lonely, the only company we had were the turtles. I reached up to take his beret off, revealing the shiny jet black curls on his head. He stood there, the same as when he first approached me, asking if I knew how to surf. It was like being taken back in time. His silence was deafening to me. "I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I couldn't risk putting you in danger. I had to leave. I had to. I had no choice."

I bit my tongue. There is always a choice to be made, whether that choice is a good or bad one. Gustavo and I were never anything official, but maybe I spoke about him like he was my other half. He felt like it, and he treated me like I was. "You said you wanted to protect something precious to you? What is that?" I questioned. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to sit with me in the sand. I faced the ocean, the cool breeze blowing the scarf around my hip in the wind. I fell back in the sand, bringing my arms up to the boundless sky. Gus fell next to me, allowing my head to rest on his extended arm.

"Many things. My family, my country... You, Chica. I would never forgive myself if anything touched a hair on your head. I can protect you, even if you're away." I closed my eyes and felt the sun wash over my skin. I listened to his voice, like warm honey it flowed off his tongue. The sand scratched against my back, the scarf around my lower half flying in the wind. A pair of shorts were underneath, the sun creeping on my legs and up to my neck. I felt the urge to weep overtake me. "I just wish I would have known where you were." I'd walked this beach so many times by now, wondering, waiting, yearning for his return. "I know. I couldn't tell you, it would have put you in danger, and I would have never forgiven myself if my words or actions endangered you, Chica."

I sighed, nuzzling into his arm. The air began to cool as the sun went down into the ocean, creating a paint-pallet sunset. Blues, purples, pinks, reds, all blended together at the edge of the sky. This was the view I loved to share with Gus. "How did you manage to survive without me?" Gus chuckled to himself. "I bet you slept in a freezing cold bed, right? Or had dreams I was there." I rolled my eyes at him, looking back at the nos fading sunset. "Shut up," I replied. "So then it was true?"

"Gustavo."

"Yeah, carino?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Doubt you could, Chica."

"We could always find out." He smiled warmly, using his free arm to prop his head up to see the sunset better. "But really," he began. I looked at him, puzzled by his sudden change of demeanor. "I missed you as mush as you missed me. And I know you have to go back to your home country soon, leaving me here. But then again, I won't be here long either." The thought of us both leaving ripped my heart to shreds, knowing he'd be in harm's way, and I'd be sleeping cozy in an American bed. "Sometimes I wish I never met you because of the life I live. Knowing I have to spend so much time away from you. Knowing I can't drop everything when you visit." His words were gentle, his eyes looking up at the sky. He pushed his finger-coiled hair out of his face, the curls resting neatly on top of each other. He didn't know I was looking at him, or he would have looked at me too.

I still looked at him, my gaze fixated on his prominent nose, the perfectly groomed mustache, and noticeable stubble on his jaw. His eyebrows were thick, right underneath sat his fluttery eyelashes. He had new scars on his face, tiny remnants of scabs littered his cheeks. I wondered why someone like him would want to live a life like this.

"Why don't you show me how your surfing skills have improved since I've been away, Chica?"

I shrugged. "I haven't practiced since you left, I was too scared to do it without you." Which was the honest truth. He made it look easy, like it was something anyone could do. But maybe I wasn't anyone, or maybe I was someone to him. "Well, I know you're capable without me. I can't teach you forever, Chica. Soon you'll be a little birdie with your very own wings." He slipped out from under me and in seconds, was on his feet. He extended his hand to me and effortlessly pulled me up, he pulled me into him, looping his other hand around my waist. He suddenly placed a kiss atop my head, inhaling the vanilla scent of my hair. I paused, relaxing my shoulders and back. I knew at this moment, everything was still, everything was in place. All I could hear was the gentle crashing waves and breeze.

When I tried to pull away, he held me tighter. "No," he said. "Stay." He placd another kiss on my head, bringing his hand to weave it under my nape. I felt a wave of emotions overtaking me, from sadness to bitter anger. But mostly a profound sadness. I felt tears swell in my eyes, the familiar burn in my throat and tightness in my chest. "Te amo. Te amo."

It was hard to bite back the tears, but I didn't know why I was crying in the first place. "You don't have to say anything." It was a lot. Knowing I have to return home, Gus needing to return to the fight; but who knows when? Who knows anything? His large hands rubbed up and down my back, his other wrapped firmly around my shoulder. His nose rested against my hair, the scent of the sea and vanilla hair butter filling his nose. My nails ran down the thick fabric of his jacket, I knocked the sand off him before pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. The deepest of brown eyes looked at me; like honeyed rays of gold. Eyelashes so thick they gave him a black ring around his eyes. His eyes sat deep in his head, a kingly nose and defined jaw, seated on top was a perfectly groomed mustache.

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"Come on, don't be scared." He spoke as if that was supposed to help. He'd been doing this his whole life, and only a fraction of that was spent teaching me. He undid the buttons on his jacket and lazily threw it in the sand. Underneath his jacket revealed a black crew neck. The fabric stretched around the muscles on his arms until he peeled that off. New scars, new angry wounds, new everything. New bullet holes, some healed, others scabbed over. He was toned, his shoulders broad and hard with muscle.

The thought of an angry touch against the person I loved most only made me realize I'd be lost if I ever lost him. I chose not to acknowledge them, knowing he was aware of them. He didn't need a reminder. He walked me into the water, his hand wrapped firmly around my wrist. "Here," he said. I wore a sheer top over a loosely fitted tank top, the long flowing sleeves getting in our way. He pulled it over my head, mindful to ensure the undershirt didn't ride up. He took it upon himself to tie it around my waists, a firm knot resting around my hipbone. "Better."

The cool breeze kissed my arms, his fingers following soon after. "Now," he said. "The ocean is a powerful thing, but don't let that scare you away. It's a whole world out there, Chica. Now let's catch a wave, yeah? I'll ride it with you." We stayed in the shallow parts to first, the small but mighty waves pulling us along. "This is what we call 'tandem surfing,' where two people share a board. I've done it a hundred times."

The water was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on my skin as we lingered. Gus caught sight of a sizable wave and I could feel the pull of his heart. "This'll be perfect!" He pushed us closer to the wave, the ground below me seemingly swept out of nowhere. He stood me up, one hand grasped in mine, the other flowing freely in the air. We picked up momentum, the wave pushing us as if we weighed nothing. Every cell in my body became weightless. I'd done something without fear for the first time in my life.

"You did it, Chica! You were afraid but you did it." Perhaps, I thought.

"But I had you here."

"I didn't make you do it."

"But..."

"But nothing, Chica. You did it, I only gave you a push."

We found ourselves resting on the beach again, counting stars and watching clouds pass us by. I let the sand dig into my back, it was a part of being alive; sensations. Is that not all life is? A series of sensations? "We should head back," Gus spoke softly. "Have a bite to eat, how does pozole sound?" It all sounded good to me. "Whatever you suggest." I heard him chuckle as he helped me up. "Don't tell me that, because if you eat everything I suggest, my wish will come true." Pardon? "And what is that?" He grabbed my hand, hard callouses contrasting with the soft skin of my hand. "Oh, just my dream of fattening you up. They say that if you love someone, you'll want to feed them plenty. Means you're happy."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Only if you let me do the same."

#COD #Call of duty #Gus COD #codmwii #codmw2

[rossalotus]

Spirited Away AU

Keiji waited for the fifth day of every month in awe. On the fifth of every month /he/ always came 

The stunning river spirit that rented the main bath. He never seemed dirty but he wasn’t a spirit of many words. He rented it and stood there alone, relaxing 

He’d always leave Keiji a fat tip and a pretty smile before flying away Watching the silver graceful figure crossing the sky was Keiji’s favorite part of the day 

Maybe one day he’d learn to fly just like him, just like a comet, shining brighter than any other star in the sky 

Keiji counted himself lucky for always being chosen to take care of the river spirit’s bath. Never complaining of the amount of work, content of admiring the customer. Until one day 

“Have you worked here long?” 

The question caught him by surprise and Keiji almost stumbled into the floor. 

He had never heard a voice so deep, in fact, he had never heard this spirit’s voice at all. Was this magnificent creature wasting his breath talking to /him/? 

“I- uhm, yeah. Honestly I can’t remember the time I hadn’t work here” 

The spirit spared him one of his gorgeous smiles. “Do you like it?” 

Keiji shrugged, better not speak ill of Yubaba under her watch. Though it was better not to lie as well. 

“I don’t mind it.” 

“What do you mind, then?” 

The fact I can never fly away just like you, for starters, Keiji thought but didn’t say. 

Before he could come up with an answer, however, he heard the same deep voice inside his own head as the spirit kept on silent, his lips unmoving, the same smile on his face 

“Oh in that case, all you had to do was ask.” 

After that, a loud laughed filled the bathhouse and everything happened too fast. One moment, Keiji was standing by the bathtub, the next, he was seated on the back of a gigantic dragon, hitting the window with all its might and climbing into the sky as if it was the only possible destination 

Before he knew it, Keiji was flying.

In the infinite mornings Keiji spent imagining himself crossing the sky like the River spirit, in not one he felt remotely close to what he was feeling now

Adrenaline was supposed to fill him, right? He was supposed to yell from the sky in happiness, sparing a quick glance at the bathhouse like that bad ex one learned to get over with so gracefully that their presence doesn’t generate even the smaller palpitation in our hearts

Keiji wasn’t feeling like that at all. Sure, the first shock of reality made his heart accelerate but as they made their way up, he didn’t feel the urge to say a word. He glanced below at the bathhouse and allowed himself to enjoy its splendor; how imponent the structure was, how beautifully the colors contrasted, how cozy Kamaji’s steam seamed, even from far up above

Despite himself, Keiji waved at it with a smile on his face. That was his home, afterall, and leaving home can grow into something as usual as having breakfast but unlike the holy morning food, it is never comforting. Never easy

After a proper goodbye and one last glance, Keiji decided to look to the infinity of the world in front of him. How odd it was that the same sea he always watched from his room could gain majesty just from standing dozens of meters above 

They were flying straight to the city on the other side. The one Keiji always saw the lights but never once had set foot, one that existed only in his imagination, forever unreachable. 

A fluky concept, the concept of “forever”

Forever had existed in Keiji’s vocabulary and life ever since he could remember and yet right now, it felt as if Keiji had never known its meaning. What was unreachable, became known to his fingertips in seconds, what was impossible, became reality

Speaking of, Keiji had forgotten about what he imagined himself doing once he learned to fly like the dragons did. He wanted to take a closer look at the stars, his eternal confidents, being it in insomnia early mornings, when the sun is not fully awake, or in stressful nights in which he would hide away from other colleagues to smoke a little during his break

Keiji turned his neck up and had to hold the dragon’s horns even harder. The sky had always been stunning but nothing compared to the floating sea of shiny dots he could see clearly now that he was above the clouds

“Oh, so you’re a stargazer too?”

The deep voice that minutes before had scared Keiji to death was now a recomforting reminder he was not alone. This view was too stunning not to be shared.

“Sort of. I do admire the stars but I honestly also use them a little without their consent. I look at them and remember I’m, such as my problems, not very significant to the world. It's a recomforting feeling for me, takes some of the weight of living out of my back”

“I feel like they left their light for us to use as we please. Don’t think they mind you using them for your own purposes, I sure do the same. They are the only thing that calms me. Maybe it is as the old people used to say and water spirits are bound to the stars, they tame us.”

Keiji chuckled, somehow, flying felt as natural as ever. Well, as natural as never 

“And here I was, thinking River Spirits were all peaceful and laid back. At least until today you didn’t show any signs of needing taming during any of your visits to the bathhouse.”

Suddenly, all the safety Keiji was feeling by holding the dragon’s horns and sensing it under himself vanished and for a second Keiji thought he’d fall right to the ground, or he’d wake up just like those dreams you feel yourself falling only to wake up in your bed. Not improbable, given the series of events he had just lived, this might as well be a dream

Keiji watched as the majestic dragon turned into infinite petals flying in the night sky, merging with the stars as if it was their rightful place to begin with. As if it was part of their kind. Before he could feel himself falling, Keiji felt hands holding his and the same pair of incredible golden eyes was watching him again though this time not coming from a dragon but from a silver haired man. The most gorgeous Keiji had ever seen with an even more gorgeous smirk

“Had I misbehaved there, would you have paid more attention to me?”

Oh, he wasn’t falling nor waking up. It was happening. The river spirit was talking to him and… demanding more attention?

“I’m not sure what you mean uh, sir.”

Another loud laugh

“Come one Keiji, we’ve known each other for so long. How come you don’t even remember my name? Even worse, how come you can’t remember yours?”

His name? His name was Keiji, he had known it for centuries, he identified with it. Loved it, even. What was this spirit even talking about?

“I don’t follow.”

“The spell is that strong, hm? I thought flying would wake you up but apparently Yubaba did improve her ways. I have no other choice.”

The spirit hooked his strong hands around Keiji’s waist and without further due, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he locked their lips together

It felt like a punch on the face. A soft and tender punch on the face. As soon as their lips touched, Keiji remembered. How his name wasn’t Keiji, how he had been Koutarou’s partner for years, how flying felt so natural because it was his natural state. How he suffered and longed for it so much because it was his rightful place. 

Him, a dragon

A dragon that fell into Yubaba’s trap and was forced to change names, to work, to forget. Forget about himself, about his partner.

Sekai threw his arms around Koutarou, kissing him deeply.

“Welcome back, love.”

“I’ve missed you so much, my favorite star.”

#bokuaka #bkak #haikyuu fanfiction #spirited away au #my writing

[alexbutoverhere]

not to ramble, but I had a sudden burst of fondness over being trans!

it makes me so incredibly happy to be trans,, obviously there are countless outside forces that can and will make it shitty but internally i am forever joyful ^^

being able to explore myself through the catalyst of being trans was,, for a long time,, frustrating. i spent so much time trying to solidify my identity and 'stick' to something. it was particularly frustrating because i had such an easy time figuring out i was bi. but once i started letting go of all of that,, thanks to some friends,, i had such a fun time exploring myself and my expression.

for a good amount of time i identified as agender because nothing else fit. i felt like i was void of gender for a while (which is fine ofc ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ) but in reality i had gotten so fed up that i didn't want to bother. after a lot of experimentation with expression,, i found that i was absolutely bursting at the seams with gender (✯ᴗ✯).

throughout that experimentation i had a lot of self doubt because of how feminine i am. being afab, transmasc, and hyper feminine made gender difficult to navigate (´-﹏-`；). i,, since forever,, dressed and acted very feminine so i had a difficult time figuring out why being a girl was so uncomfortable. why would i be so comfortable in femininity if i wasn't a girl,, y'know? but being able to detach gender from expression did wonders for me. having a masculine identity and feminine expression brings me so much joy. the ability to let go of the confines of gender and just wearing what i think is cute is so freeing.

i still have some connections to being a girl,, girl in a conceptual way. am i a girl? absolutely not. am i the concept of a teenage girl? ABSOLUTELY. i write in my silly diary, i put in my silly earrings during my silly 1st hour, i spin in my silly skirts, and i read my silly fanfiction ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱. beyond that, i still ask my sister to call me 'sister'. i have such a strong connection to that word,, my sister is my best friend, how could i not?

i'll use that to segway into my parents! my father and mother are absolutely gifts from god ( ˘ ³˘)♥. as much as i complain about them,, i love them dearly. they were supportive when i came out as bi and that continued with my transness. they never questioned my femininity or pushed back against how i identified. growing up i was never forced into any gender roles at home. i think that's part of the reason i only started thinking about gender in middle school. my parents didn't care so i never had to think about it,, me and my brother would do the same stuff, play the same sports, watch the same shows and it was never an issue. there were no gender expectations for either of us. but when middle school rolled around everything became so binary and constricting. i was plunged into a role i never had to play and the expectation of femininity put me off of it.

thankfully, i'm comfortable in who i am and how i express myself now. along the way i discovered myself outside of gender and even picked up some new hobbies. i learned that i love bright colors, i learned to crochet, i found that my favorite color is pink, i love using he/him pronouns, i like both masculine and feminine titles, and my gender is vague yet fruitful ♡

#no one asked #trans pride #queer #gay #gender stuff #gender euphoria #⌨︎ click clack

[innaeight]

Hesitation is Death

   Everyone is always so excited for New Years. The new year is a chance to focus on becoming the “best version of yourself” or focus on yourself and new chances to build new habits in replacement of the old ones you had. All those ideas honestly sound stupid at least in my own opinion. I spent my 2024 New Years at church and my church is a pretty small church compared to others in Texas, but this one night was packed like to the brim with people I have never seen before dancing sprightly and praying with hope towards the new year. While I was just standing there during prayers with my eyes closed pretending that I was praying. God forgive me, but I do that regularly to just examine my thoughts and feelings at that time. I was looking back on everything I had done that led me to where I am now. And I was just lost.

     I feel like I have always been on my own, but I never felt more spaced out from reality than I did in that moment before the new year. I understand that my life isn’t even relatively bad compared to other people. Both my parents are married and they care alot about me plus I have friends who care about me, but I just couldn’t help harboring that feeling of detachment and separation from everything. I just didn’t feel content with the life I was living. I wanted more for myself. I decided then and there that I don’t want to have any goals for 2024 because society reinforces this idea that if you don’t achieve this, You are just a loser and you need to work harder to achieve that platformed goal.

      After that thought generated in my head, I just started building an immense amount of resentment towards everybody in my church around me even though they had something and nothing to do with the social construct. I even started to resent myself for falling under this guise that my whole worth as a human being is determined by what cool clothes I wear, who I am friends with, how much money do I have currently, whether or not I have a lot of followers and likes on Instagram, I just started running all these different reasons as to why I am not at fault for feeling in this separated state when at the end of the day I am wholeheartedly at fault for even allowing all these external irrelevant conditions to affect the way I see myself and the other people around that I genuinely care for. 

      Before prayers concluded, I kept telling myself that you have to acknowledge you can only save yourself from becoming that version of yourself you absolutely despise.  My life is my choice, but at one point in time my worth to myself was completely based upon things that people value. I didn’t even know if what I valued was really even my innate self actually wanting to be present. I wasn’t even on any type of suicidal mindset, but I was just contemplating how far in life will I be able to go and will I be able to even get that far? 

      After church prayers concluded, I was just still like the calm storm after a whole catastrophic storm of thoughts. I got up from my seat to use the restroom and the minute I got to the doorway of the congregation from the restroom, My seat was taken by an eager young adult who wanted to sit and enjoy the service. I couldn’t even be upset with him because he was just trying to get closer to God while I was just contemplating in my head. Instead of getting upset or just waiting to do the same to someone uninvolved. I told my mom who was insisting on me finding another seat that I was fine and could just wait by the door leading into the congregation.   

      In the moment I was kind of feeling a certain way, but I had to just let it go because that action wasn’t worth putting in some type of resentment towards someone who maybe didn’t even know that was someone’s seat. The whole interaction was completely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but as the vibrant and colorful music accompanied by the relentless and mercy warranting prayers came to a soft silent conclusion for the night to celebrate God beginning us in a new year, I ended up leaving the blank pale white wall towards the congregation to a bright vision for self introspection and affirmation with a clear understanding perspectives are what is important in regards to everything involved in the world. In that moment, I decided that humanity in general is just flawed and hypocritical, like we are all just products for an imaginary audience and if you don’t appeal to this audience by conforming to their ways then you are just a lost cause. I told myself that I didn’t want to be in a rat race with all these people in regards to being better than one another. I just want to be better than the person I was yesterday. 

      Even the smallest changes in life can bring huge amounts of character development. I will continue to believe in this idea in order to actually get a better understanding of myself as a human being in order to help the others around me who may need that support, but to also better myself everyday in regards to yesterday.

[sybilcyndis]

Bittersweet Symphony & Insecurity (TW)

Sybil Cerezo (10/15/2022)

Sitting on my bathroom floor staring at a bowl of cherries for an hour is definitely not my ideal of a fun night. I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I was so very excited to take notes on what I observed on the fruit when the reality was it quickly became morbid. Being a Bipolar Schizophrenic, I find that it’s not very ideal for me to be alone with my thoughts especially if I’m not medicated. Once the dark thoughts on everything I’m insecure about started flooding in I began looking closer at the cherries in front of me.

From a distance one would think “they’re just cherries, red and sweet” but to me they are so much more. These cherries in particular were bright in color, a bit more firm in texture, and most importantly the exact fruit I used to sustain my anorexia. A bit of sorrow began to enter my body as I stared at how the bathroom light reflected on its skin, how bright it shined. It was almost a metaphor in regards to how the light in my eyes faded years ago, yet here these cherries were, I envied them. How could something so beautiful continue to seep beauty even after the negative impact it had on me? At quick glance you’d think they were perfect but staring at them for an hour I began to notice the imperfections on its skin. Some had small brown specks that signified them going rotten, some being attached to a stem and others simply being a red sphere with no brown stick being stuck to them. Lifting the bowl to my nose I could smell them, almost sweet but potent in a way that let me know that although they smelled sweet, they didn’t taste the same.

As I persisted in my observations I decided to pick the cherries up and organize them in the bowl, I pulled the stems off and stared at every single one before placing them back where they had been before. By doing this I noticed some cherries had what I would call “scars”, minor cuts in their skin that appeared a bit darker in color. I started to think that maybe they weren’t as perfect as I thought after all. My own body is riddled with scars, the difference is that mine were there purposely. The cherries didn’t ask to be cut into but neither did I. Carving into my limbs was a bad habit that unfortunately came naturally whenever I felt immense sadness or frustration. The more I spent time with this bowl of “fruit” the more human it felt through my thought process. Just like humans, cherries leaked a red liquid when cut or bit into, their skin bruised just like mine, and were easily ripped apart like my mental and emotional state. I slowly felt myself begin to cry, all the negative memories I have tried so desperately to lock away suddenly came flooding in. Thoughts of hurting myself burned my brain like the Notre Dame Chapel in 2019, the urge to relapse into the arms of my old friend anorexia worse than before, and images of myself lying in the ER with slit wrists began to flood my mind. This overwhelming anger felt as if it was going to rush out of me, it was nauseating and not in the slightest bit euphoric like my manic episodes. I took that bowl of cherries and I smashed them in my palms, reminding myself that the person I was remembering wasn’t who I am anymore.

Looking down at my hands now stained red and sticky from the fruit, I licked my palms and there it was, that bittersweet sour taste. Suddenly I was 13 again and the year was 2015 as memories of my days of infamy on “pro-anorexia” tumblr began rushing in. The amount of times I posted my frail thin body that resembled a corpse for all the world to see. The amount of comments flooding my page telling me how beautiful I was and how they wish they could be as thin as me.

Finally, in the last 20 minutes I broke and cried at the top of my lungs with a shower floor covered in tart cherry juice and pits. Due to my schizophrenia this experience really was vivid and I did hallucinate a little bit but nothing too extreme. After the hour was over I finally stood up, looked at my bared naked body in the bathroom mirror and cried. I didn’t recognize the person I was staring at, younger me would consider myself “fat” now and want to start eating the sour cherries. The same ones that somehow made me lose my appetite for weeks at a time. As I stood there with tears in my eyes an old song by Nicole Dollanganger began to replay in my head, her haunting voice singing “'Cause I know you can only starve so much 'Til you like how it feels. Sitting on a throne of bones, staring at that cold meal. If only I could make you believe you deserve everything, Every spoon and bite, anything you want to eat 'Cause I know you can only starve so much before you'll die. There's parts of you already gone I can never revive, Please Eat, Please Eat.” A bittersweet symphony to a completion and insecurities painted in the juice of sour cherries.

#personal essay #english class #nicole dollanganger

[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There’s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

#danny phantom #dead danny au #if bitch fartman won't redeem dash then I guess it up to me #god can you imagine growing up and growing old only to look at your past victim in the eye and see nothing has changed for him? #i could go on and on about what other characters got up to #but this is about the tragedy of the loss of Danny Fenton #not only his life but his memory #time moves on and Fenton got lost in the mix #once Dash's generation dies then Fenton will just be a cautionary tale #a ghost story #No one will remember that their hero was one long before he got his powers #god Im fuckign sad now #eat up and enjoy your angst

[qyllenhaal]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

#steve rogers #artist!steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #fic #Chris Evans #chris evans characters #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu smut #stever rogers fanfic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

[anonquack]

| Chef Q |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by: @anotherdreamsimp !!

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: Some curse words, mainly just some fluff !

Summary: Quackity hasn't been streaming recently, and decides to come back with a cooking stream. Featuring you as a special guest.

Lately, Quackity had been studying like crazy for his final exams. That meant no streaming. He'd take a break from it to focus entirely on his studies. Absolutely nothing else.

He claimed to have his priorities straight, and had the goal to pass all exams with high scores in order to keep his grades looking wonderful.

This also meant there was rarely any time spent between you two, beside the occasional snack breaks you forced him to take so he wouldn't die at his desk.

It was tough not being able to show him a random video you'd found on the timeline, or walking up to chat with him whenever you wanted, but you knew this was very important to him. So you gladly supported him and offered as much support as possible.

Thankfully, all of his studying paid off and he passed with flying colors. A teacher had even informed him that he'd received the top score for one of his final exams.

You were the first person to hear the news, and you couldn't help but feel the adoration coursing through your body at how excited he was to tell you. Jumping up and down and shaking you lightly as he told you about his scores.

You'd offered to take him out for a celebratory meal, to treat him for all his hard work and also since you missed the fun outings with him. There was no way he was saying no to that.

—

After a day out and about, you two had made your way back home. Both of you were pleasantly full, having enjoyed the meal and also dessert. His request, for "doing so well on his finals." How could you possibly deny him that?

You both were also very content, a warmth and comfort surrounding the air around you two the entirety of the outing.

One thing that was impossible not to notice was how he'd become exceptionally clingy as soon as you two were out of the car. Gripping onto your hand tightly as you singlehandedly unlocked the front door.

"I've missed you so much these past few days." He murmered as you finally got the door to open and pulled him inside.

"I've missed you too." You hummed softly. It was always nice hearing him say these things. You locked the front door, and gently pulled at his hand to lead him back to your room.

It didn't take much of a pull for him to willingly follow you. "Can we cuddle or something?" He asked softly, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed to ask. You turned to him and gave him a grin, along with a small nod.

You'd missed him, even if you two had been in the same apartment this whole time. You'd especially been missing cuddles with him, considering he studied pretty much all day. There wasn't enough time being shared together so you gladly agreed to some cuddling.

Sooner than later, you two found yourselves in your pajamas, laying in bed peacefully as you scrolled through tiktok, screen tilted in order for him to see as well. It really was so nice finally being able to be this close to him again.

After some time, you found yourself looking through tweets on the timeline. A certain one caught his attention and he asked you to stop scrolling.

It was a tweet from a fan, saying they missed Quackity since he hadn't streamed in two weeks, but that overall they hoped his tests were going fine.

"Has it really been 2 weeks?" He asked aloud as he clicked on it and looked through the replies, all agreeing with the original tweet.

"Mm.. two and a half, I think." You answered, looking at him curiously as a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Hey." You called out once you saw the expression wasn't leaving. He turned to you with a small frown.

"It's fine. You had a good reason for being gone so long. I'm sure they understand. Plus, you'll be back soon, right?" You asked, to which he nodded before sitting up from the cuddling position you two were in.

You sat up as well, noticing how his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"I just got a great idea." He exclaimed. "Y'know, I was going to just spend the next few days with you since I missed you but– how about we stream something together? That way I can enjoy both, and the fans get a stream too."

You stared at him in surprise. The fans did know he was dating someone, but you rarely ever came out on streams, not because he didn't want you to but because you didn't deem it to be necessary.

The few times you had been on, you'd received tons of love and support from the chat, so you didn't think anything too bad would happen if you were to appear on his stream again.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked curiously. The other times you'd been on were him playing horror games and an extremely scuffed IRL stream.

"Well.. I haven't done a cooking stream in a while." He began, but you quickly shook your head.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going to make us eat some monstrosity‐ like your past cooking streams." You visibly shuddered at the thought. You remember having to help clean up the mess after. And no matter how funny it had been, the actual cleanup was awful.

"No no– I was thinking maybe we do a serious one, y'know? Chat hasn't really been able to see my cooking abilities, and well.. I'd say I am pretty good at it." He grinned. He was unfortunately right.

You relaxed at the mention of it being a 'serious' cooking stream. It could never really be too serious when it came to Quackity, but it meant not eating dog food or poorly made pizza. You were in.

"So we'll make an actual.. edible.. meal?" You questioned again, just to be sure. To which he nodded.

"Yeah, and we can enjoy that meal after. Like a date. What do you say?" He was beaming. It was his creativity rolling in. And he was probably so proud of himself for finding a way to spend time with you yet also give chat the stream content they'd been missing out on.

"Alright. I'm in."

You hadn't seen him this eager to get out of bed and head to the grocery store ever before. Chat was really in for a fun stream tomorrow.

—

He'd tweeted it out several hours before you two planned on starting the stream that he'd be streaming today with a special guest, and that he had his chef hat ready to go.

As you scrolled through Twitter you could see the timeline freaking out over 'COOKING STREAM' and 'SPECIAL GUEST'. Lots of discussion over who it was.

You couldn't help but feel a bit bad since the fans were probably speculating that he'd met up with his online friends, but in reality it was just you. In that case, you'd try your best to make this a fun stream, and your presence an enjoyable one.

As the time for the stream to start got closer, you helped him set the ingredients you'd be using onto the table, in a way where it was in perfect view for the stream to see and follow along if they wished.

"We're supposed to start in 5." You called out as he slipped his beanie on, fixing the few hair strands that were sticking out a bit too much.

He smiled and made his way over to you, cupping your face and giving you a small kiss. "I'm so excited to do some cooking with you. They're all going to love you."

You couldn't help the warm feeling that spread over your chest at his words. It was like introducing you all over again. He'd recently gained a lot of new followers, and that meant they probably had no idea who you were. Always fun going through that again.

He dealt with some last minute editing and placing, checking all ingredients were there and that everything was set, before hitting the 'Go Live' button.

It didn't take long for the viewers to increase after the tweet notification went out, and the starting soon screen was the only thing really protecting you two from the roaring chat.

Everyone was dying to know what was going on, who the special guest was, and whether this would be yet another scuffed cooking stream.

You stood behind the camera as the starting soon screen finally disappeared and he began greeting the viewers, thanking all the subs coming in, and eventually also giving them a little update on how he'd done on his exams.

You felt so proud as you watched him boast about how his studying had paid off, and how he talked about being the happiest he'd been in a while. He deserved all of it. And chat thought so too.

After some rambling about his test scores and what they'd be cooking today, chat finally became too impatient and asked for a reveal of the special guest.

"Fine. Fine. Since you guys are so fucking impatient." He huffed, watching as chat flew by, telling him to 'get on with it' and to 'TELL US WHO IT IS'. You couldn't help but laugh at the relationship he had with his chat. Always bullying each other but usually knowing when to stop and send love.

"I've actually had them on multiple other streams, not so much recently.. but they've been on my horror streams.. some IRL streams.. and they are really really special to me, chat!" He said with a big smile. Some of chat was confused as to who he was referring to, while older fans began to question if it was YOU. They were very smart.

"Some of the viewers might not know of them, so this is like I'm introducing them to chat all over again! Come over here." He finally directed the last part at you. You couldn't help but feel the sudden spike in anxiety, but chose to ignore it as you smiled back at him and headed into the frame beside him.

With a small wave and a greeting, you watched as chat completely broke. A mess of question marks and your name being spread in chat. You couldn't help but laugh. It was an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Quackity explained to new viewers that you were his partner, and that older fans were already aware of this for a while now.

The amount of 'y/n our beloved' and people asking if quackity's partner was single were abundant in chat, and you couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking the newer viewers would hate you or something.

Having the approval of Quackity's chat also made you feel lighter, it made it easier to let go and just enjoy the cooking stream.

You two began to explain what you'd be cooking to chat, and you made it very clear that he actually had to try and cook this time, to which chat agreed wholeheartedly.

He'd taken a recipe from his mom for one of his favorite meals, one he hadn't had in a while. He explained to chat that he wanted to see how well you and him could recreate it until you two took a trip to visit his family.

"Hopefully we don't disappoint her too much." You mumbled as he placed the chef hat onto your head, fixing it so you looked presentable.

"She can't be because we're actually gonna try." He stated before beginning to explain to chat what the meal was since many of them might not have even heard of it before. As he did that, you began to set aside the ingredients you wouldn't be needing until later.

After everything had been explained, it was time to get cooking. His concentration to try and recreate his mom's recipe was adorable, and chat agreed on that too.

This stream wasn't loud and messy like the others, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. Quackity was radiating such wonderful light and energy, cracking jokes and genuinely enjoying himself. It was all thanks to the stress and worries being lifted off his back. You really enjoyed seeing him like this.

Chat was able to follow along later if they wanted with how organized you guys were being, but the banter he had with you and chat made it entertaining to any casual viewer. He always found a way to make it fun.

Not only that, but chat was able to see a new side of him. The Chef Q side. More often than not, a message would roll in saying they were amazed by how good Quackity actually was at cooking. You could already imagine some of the edits that'd come out of the stream.

His mom had told you two beforehand how long it would normally take to cook this meal, and it was perfect for a usual stream and some extras where you two would actually get to try the food.

There was moments where chat was warning you two that the food would burn or that he'd accidentally set the kitchen on fire, but overall you were enjoying yourself so much.

And chat was enjoying your presence too!

By the time you two managed to finish the meal, you both plopped down onto the chairs he'd set for the supposed 'breaks'.

He had some of the sauce on his cheek and his apron, but still managed to look good. He'd also smeared sauce onto your cheek, and at this point some strands were sticking out of your hat in such a messy way since the last few minutes had been rather hectic, food almost burning and all.

"Chat. We did it." He called out before cheering loudly and clapping his hands, to which you swiftly followed along, chat beginning to cheer as well.

"I think its only right that we try what we made, don't you think?" You ask, to which chat quickly types YES in all caps, wanting to see the finished product and also find out if it even tastes good.

Quackity let out a chuckle as he smiled over at you. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. We haven't even seen it so it might just be black. Burnt to a crisp. Or what if it tastes like shit? Y/N i don't know what I'm going to do if the food tastes like shit. Thats what we're supposed to eat on our date." He whined a bit.

You shook your head, "It'll be great. And if not, we can just order takeout. It'll be fine big q." You smiled reassuringly. Chat became a frenzy of calling him cute for the state he was in, declaring their love for how supportive and kind you were, and melting over your relationship.

Before you knew it, you were both revealing the meal to chat, and pleasantly surprised by the results. The presentation of the meal itself looked really good. It looked like what you'd expect from such a plate. Quackity had even gone as far as saying it looked similar to how his mom made it.

You gasped, smiling in surprise at him. "Really? Did we really do that good of a job." His face turned into one of regret, and a long segment of silence engulfed you two before he nodded hesitantly. You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay okay, seriously. Chat's waiting for you to try it." You placed a fork in front of him, earning a loud scoff from him.

"They want to see you try it as well." He mirrored your actions and you gladly took the fork.

"Alright. First bite. Let's see if all our hard work paid off! Chat, are you ready?" You grinned and watched as the 'YES's started rolling in, some viewers telling you both to get the fuck on with it, and others gushing about how the food actually looked good. You could only hope.

You watched as he began to dig in, mouth full and chewing slowly, truly trying to savor the first bite. You did the same, and the stream was silent for the first time in a while. Chat was in suspense as well, question marks and incoherent rambling rolling through the chat.

"Chat..." he finally spoke after swallowing his bite. "Chat. It's." He paused before showing a small smile. "It's not bad at all. I like it. It's good."

You nodded your head in agreement, "It's nowhere near as good as the ones your mom makes.. but I think you and I make a pretty good team."

"I think so too. And not just for cooking." He grinned, earning himself a playful eye roll and shy smile from you.

The stream proceeded to you two feeding each other bites of the meal, asking each other if it was good, and just enjoying yourselves for a bit longer before Quackity deemed it was time to end.

"Chat !! Thank you so much for tuning in and watching this.. actually coordinated cooking stream. I had so much fun and well, I ate yummy food. I'm happy." He laughed, thanking a few more gifters before doing his signature Bye, and ending stream.

He hurried over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you so much. I truly had fun. And they definitely loved you, but not nearly as much as I do."

You chuckled at his words, giving him a small kiss before cupping his face. "I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for always being so nice to me." You paused, observing how cute he looked with his chef hat still on. "I think I like Chef Alex." You reached over and fixed his hat a bit.

"Yeah? Should I keep it on?" He teased, coming a bit closer. You couldn't help the warmth that spread over your cheeks at how blunt he was.

"Yes, but you need to help me clean this up. Maybe after we finish the food, hm? C'mon. Don't think I forgot our deal."

He whined, already feeling too lazy, but he quickly followed after you as you two sat down to actually eat. Still wearing the silly attire he'd bought for the stream, far too unbothered to change just yet.

Through a mouthful he asked, "Cuddles and a nap after we're done?"

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave a silent cheer. That was enough motivation to get you both up and cleaning after finishing the meal.

—

Wrapped in each other's arms again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. You were once again scrolling through Twitter, this time scrolling through his indirects, wanting to see what people were saying about the stream.

He'd ask you to stop to read certain ones he found funny, and even 'aww'd at the ones he found cute, mainly those talking about how cute you two looked.

Surely enough, there was already edits using the clips of him cooking, and you'd openly admitted to him that he looked "so fucking good." To which he responded by cuddling closer, if even humanly possible.

Quackity found the numerous clips of you two feeding each other to be the best part of the tweets. You two rewatched, saved, liked as many as you could before he became tired.

And with that, he was pulling you close, and leaving small kisses anywhere he could on your face. Eventually, his chest slowly rose and fell as he entered a deep slumber. You smiled, glad to see he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

"Goodnight, Alex." You whispered, leaving a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes as well.

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[killerskillercaptain]

Embarrassing moments w/Levi Ackerman BOOK III

You can read Book I and Book II if you hadn't yet.

pairing : Levi ackerman x reader

wc : 1 351

themes : Hange brought you and Levi some flowers form an expedition, you made tea with them, you regretted it.

warnings : nsfw, minors dni, angst, humor.

The ceremonial tea incident

"In that village we were in, those are flowers we gift newlyweds" explained Hange while showing you a bouquet of delicate small flowers with an ethereal violet color to them.

Hange and Moblit had just came back from an expedition in a village next to their HQ.

"I got them from an old lady's garden, she told me that traditionally they make tea with those flowers and give it to the newly married couple to drink, it's like a ceremonial tea or something. She gave me some of them and before i could ask her more questions she said she had to go." Hange paused for a second " i could swear i saw her giggle a little when she waled away, but never mind !"

"Why did you need those flowers for ?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, i didn't need those ones specifically, her garden had an incredible amount of specimens and i was searching for some aromatic herbs for my next experiences with titans, i found out that some of them were pretty repulsed by plants like basil and fennel, i wanted to see if there are plants they were attracted to instead"

"Oh, i see"

"Maybe they hate basil and fennel because in reality titans used to be humans and they cooked so much with those herbs that they got sick of them" said Moblit, joking.

"Don't be silly, titans can't be humans" said a low and stern voice entering the lab where all of you were gathered.

"Oh, captain Levi !" you said "Good evening !"

it was almost 7pm, and you hadn't seen him all day because you spent your entire day with Hange and Moblit in their lab.

"Here, i don't need them for my experiments, you can have them !" Hange handed you the small freshly picked bouquet "You should put them in the office you and Levi work in together, that place is awfully neat and depressing, just like Levi"

"Oi!"

"Oh, i know ! Why don't you prepare some tea with them ! if they give it to newlyweds it must be sweet and probably relaxing, Levi could use some of it !"

"Tea sounds good" said Levi.

****

8pm

Since you had to spend all your time today with Hange, there was an awful amount of work waiting for you. You sat at your usual desk, across from Levi's, a mountain of paper stacked on each one, a pitcher and two tea cups on a small tray next to you.

You had brewed some tea with those flowers, just like Hange suggested, and Levi always liked to drink tea when you stayed up late doing paper work. The infusion was a very crystalline and had beautiful color, and both of you had emptied half the pitcher by now, Hange was right, it was sweet. After finished your third cup, you got to work.

9pm

Even though the night was cold, you started feeling kind of warm, hot even. You opened up the two first buttons of your shirt and tried to go back to reading the document in front of you. You watched the words dance before your eyes without grasping their meaning, you tried hard to focus and for a good ten minutes, managed to complete the work at hand, but soon after, a sudden rush of heat caught you off guard again, it felt a lot like a fever, without being one, you were completely fine when you got here with the captain.

Speaking of the captain, you threw a curious glance at him. You were surprised to see his cravate completely loose over his neck, and some drops of sweat pearling on his forehead. So you weren't the only one feeling this strange heat, but where could it come from? how could you both feel so hot while the night was practically freezing. Levi didn't say anything, so you decided to ignore how your body was rising in temperature and how your cheeks were starting to burn.

10pm

You stopped doing your paperwork half an hour ago, you were incapable of focusing on anything, and the heat you felt coming from your body had traveled down to your must intimate parts.

What in the world is happening ?

Levi was repeatedly shifting behind his desk, opening his legs, closing them, then opening them again, a light touch of red rising up from his cheeks to his ears.

"Open the damn window !" he almost shouted

"It's open since we got here captain"

"Then why is it so damn hot in here" he said more to himself than to you.

He got up, paced around his desk, then around the office holding his document, but soon he headed again toward his office. When he turned around to sit in his seat across from you, you saw it.

Oh, no no no no no no.

You saw it, the noticeable bulge in his pants. Panicking you lowered your eyes to look at your desk again, trying to assess the situation, it can't be a coincidence, you were feeling hot too, and the heat you felt down there was arousal for sure, and there was Levi, having possibly an erection and all red. Both of you were completely fine when you entered the office you thought to yourself, you wiped your sweaty forehead with your hand almost knocking the pitcher out of the desk.

The pitcher ! The tea ! It's the only thing that's not normally part of your work routine.

It suddenly hit you. The tea, the flowers. Hange said they were traditionally given as a gift to newlyweds, as beverage, the woman who told her that was giggling when she handed them to Hange.

A gift to newlyweds...

This doesn't put people to sleep ! this is an aphrodisiac !

Your heart started to pound, you didn't know if it was from the realization or from the tea and you could swear Levi was able to hear the sound coming from your chest.

It was already 11pm when Levi got up again, the stack of paper hiding his bulge from you which you were grateful for, Levi seemed incredibly restless, he must have reached his limits, and you were too scared to ask if you could leave earlier.

"Get out !" he said furiously

"W-"

"You're dismissed ! that's it for tonight ! get out !"

You were glad you could run out of this suffocating situation but worried about Levi, did he understand what was happening ?

11:30pm

After you've thrown a hurried "Good night" to him, you rushed through the corridors and headed directly to your bedroom, you heard Levi's footsteps behind you, doing the same but in the opposite direction.

His bedroom isn't in that direction you thought, but you were feeling too aroused and dizzy to care, you needed to get to your bedroom. Finally there, you opened your bathroom, and for the first time since you were in these HQ, you were thankful the water was freezing, you took off your clothes and prepared to get rid of the now unbearable urge.

1am

The urged had passed, and the entire time you were in that cold bath, you wondered how Levi managed to get rid of his unsettling state.

*****

8am

You woke up the next morning in a good mood, and had completely gotten over yesterday's embarrassing event, walking in the hallway, heading for Hange's lab, you were going to tell her about those damn flowers when you heard Levi's shouting voice behind the lab's door.

"NEXT TIME YOU BRING ANOTHER DISGUSTING PLANT MAKE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS !"

"B-But why ? what happened ?" Hange's voice was almost inaudible, and it quivered with fear.

You didn't hear Levi answer her question, the door was slammed open violently, almost hitting you in the process, and an incredibly angry Levi appeared, he looked at you before quickly staring blankly ahead and continued walking as if you didn't exist.

Hange soon appeared, trembling and puzzled, as soon as she saw you, she grabbed your hand.

"What happened ? did the tea flower make you sick ?"

"Y-you can say that"

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