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eyesteeth · 7 months

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just finished my third playthrough of tangle tower. have some fun details.

(spoilers for TT and SotS, long post)

Grimoire jokes about “what came first, the house or the tree” and the entire house has egg motifs

According to the family tree, Fitz’s mother is Emily Everstone. Echo Everstone was the person who killed Richard Remington in Secret Of The Swamp, doing so to protect Boggy, the mystid who lived in that swamp.

The family tree features several Mystids on it, including the Inkdip (right), the Amphobi/Boggy (bottom right), the Soulcrab (bottom left) and the Silversnake (bottom).

“Do you think she/he still lives here” is asked every time you click on a family member on the family tree, and the Ambassadors are later described as “a bunch of people who don’t live here anymore”.

The music on Poppy’s cassette to Freya is the music room theme with the piano isolated. It corrupts right where it loops.

Each of the four tunes for the harp puzzle are four musical motifs found in the Tangle Tower soundtrack.

The Opened Letter is Hawkshaw's shade of red.

133 hours is indeed 5 and a half days if you round down.

Penny’s room contains detective novels, romance novels, and romantic detective novels. This makes all of Sally and Hawkshaw’s interactions feel intentionally coded.

Freya spent most of Hawkshaw’s investigation of her room looking up at the sky. Likely didn’t want to look the physical manifestation of her worst nightmare in the eyes.

“More so than at any moment prior, I felt like quite an intruder in the house.” A line from Hawkshaw, later echoed by Penny.

“Three brightly colored birds in a heavy, ornate cage.” This incredibly loaded metaphor comes back several times.

In the aviary, there’s a writing desk with a page torn from the middle. This is the paper Penny used for the “NOW I’LL GET HER” note.

Penny is such a lonely character, and I think what really brings this home is when her own *goddamn uncle* doesn’t recognize her as the detective he hired. like, holy shit.

The way Penny refers to Hawkshaw (unsavory, said nasty things about her appearance) and how Hawkshaw refers to Penny (immature 27 year old) is very telling of her internal conflict.

Because this is an open point and click game, you need to be able to do things in any order, which means that you can have some bombshell revelations (like Percival hiring Hawkshaw or Hawkshaw looking for the golden beetle) less than 20 minutes in the game.

The Mysterious Girl’s theme ends up being used as Freya's theme in Tangle Tower.

The dusty violin in the music room sends the impression that a missing resident used to play it. My hunch is Primrose.

Penny remembers Poppy, Fitz, and Fifi standing next to each other in the crime scene, while Poppy remembers her and Fifi investigating Freya’s corpse when Penny shows up.

Poppy says who the killer is in her poems.

Poppy mentions Freya seeing “beneath our pond” in her poem to her. Freya did do that.

Sally’s comment about being a murder suspect “falling short” is an obvious reference to SotS.

Poppy can tell when someone’s touched the piano and Fitz can tell when someone’s touched the greenhouse.

Percival claims to be unconcerned with petty drama, as above it all as the stars - but he is not an astronomer, and is knees deep in family drama.

Flora specifically had a falling out with her brother and sister, who later ended up being Ambassadors. Flora’s attachment to the Inkdip likely caused the conflict with her siblings.

The sheet music is nearly accurate to what Poppy plays - however, she carries a few notes too long.

The eye on the floor of Poppy's room is the same eye can be seen on the ceiling of flora’s tower.

Each of the library shelves are worth investigating. Birds, nature, space, insects, geography, and ancient history are all elements of Tangle Tower and the interests of its residents.

Felix leaves out a very crucial part of the DNA mutation cycle - “the animals eat the plants”, but then the humans eat the animals.

In the relationship chart in Fifi’s room, the only person with two arrows pointing to them is Percival. Those two arrows lead back to Penny and Hawkshaw.

Fifi’s room is one of the original rooms in Mystid Manor, hence the glass chandeliers - it wasn’t built specifically for her, so it doesn’t suit her tastes.

Primrose was a floriculturist, likely the source for Poppy's interest in flowers.

“What happened to all the non-ordinary [birds]?” “That… is a very good question.” Grimoire theorizes the Inkdip flew away instead of dying, perhaps some mass event caused the birds to leave?

When shown the painting, Penny describes it as “overbearing”, which lines up with her opinions on Hawkshaw when asked.

When examining Flora’s tower from Pointer’s telescope, it’s noted that her tower is above the rooftop garden. Given that the “NOW I’LL GET HER” letter is forged, it’s possible that it was used to obfuscate the yellow feather.

Penelope says in her confession that she planted the blood to give Poppy and Freya something to fixate on. This means she somehow acquired a pot’s worth of blood.

In Fifi’s notes about the suspects, Penny’s dislikes are noted to be insects.

Felix says Tangle Tower was built by “Lord Remington and his… associates”, implying that he knows about the Ambassadors.

When shown the birds in the cage, Felix says “I’m sure they could leave if they wanted to.” This is indicative of how little he understands Fifi’s plight.

Felix mentions Boggy on the harp statue being “part of the Remington family history”. This leads me to believe that Richard and Primrose are the ones who thought up the Ambassadors.

Grimoire’s smirk when asked about the feet of the horn statue is a nod to Boggy’s feet being a key plot point in SotS.

Nearly every time Hawkshaw does something that contradicts her strict detective persona, it is a lie.

One of the key points of Freya’s character is the supernatural - her ghost gives us the Soulbearer toy, and she has a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy with Hawkshaw and the painting in red.

Any of the cracked items (paints, gramophone, or cassette tape) can be presented in the Machinations of Murder sequence when Grimoire asks for physical signs of breakage. Fun little game design thing.

Penny asking to have her hands tied is probably a result of her love for detective novels. The good guys always tie up the bad guys.

Penny describes Freya as “being possessed by a great energy to create something from nothing”. This is alchemy, and alchemy is referred to many times in the story.

Penny mentions her father, Buck Brackley, being one of the Ambassadors. Buck Brackley was also present in the original concept art of the Ambassadors. In her speech, the fifth ambassador is Buck and not Lord Fellow, but this contradicts the Ambassadors portrait. This is likely a development oversight.

Percival got the beetle in the post. Perhaps this mysterious sender will show up in the next game…

“Specifically… what you’d done to them - when they refused to help you.” This line implies that Penny killed the five Ambassadors. However, we know that Echo was responsible for Richard Remington’s death, so this may be a retcon or an uncorrected misconception.

Fifi's two chalkboards, the clipboard found in the greenhouse, the papers in the basement laboratory, and the menu screen all have the same set of mysterious symbols. This could be a greater unsolved puzzle, or just set dressing.

#long post #tangle tower #detective grimoire #today i learned tumblr has a character limit. i guess i just got shit to say about this game

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ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense · 9 months

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Hi everyone! A few days ago I posted my rankings for all the films in the Infinity War Saga of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Having never seen any of these movies in full before this moment outside of Spider-Man: Homecoming and Guardians of the Galaxy, this was a very fresh experience and one I can now thoroughly say I really enjoyed! It may have had its ups and downs, but overall this part of the MCU left us with some incredible movies, characters, chemistry, and scenes that will likely inspire creators for decades to come just as their comic book counterparts inspired their own creation. I am really glad I started and finished this project and while I’ll be taking a hiatus before continuing onward, I can safely say I am now a certified MCU fan.

BUT LETS BE REAL Y’ALL WANNA SEE ME BE A HATER SO LETS GET INTO IT WITH OUR BOTTOM 5 SHIT LIST:

1. Dr. Strange

Interestingly enough the at top of this list is the worst superhero in the Infinity Saga. Dr. Strange is a terribly boring slog wherein Benedict Cumberbatch plays the character that Tony Stark haters think Tony Stark is. Annoyingly smug, terrible chemistry with everyone around him, an absolute bore, and a morally questionable at best protagonist. Throughout this whole movie I’m really meant to care that he’s slowly getting over his hands never being able to work the same again, but because this man is nothing but boring and insufferable every time he opens his mouth I could honestly care less what happens to him.

Tilda Swinton is here giving the least with her performance as Sorcerer Supreme but I can hardly blame her because this movie has no idea what to do with her. Same with Wong, who feels like he’s supposed to be the funny sidekick but gets such little to do and say that you forget he’s in the film at all.

The plot is barebones and devoid of engaging character interactions or cool and endearing scenes of Dr. Strange doing cool shit. Instead we focus on some CGI mirrorverse shit which isn’t cool enough to save a 2 hour spiral of muck.

The only thing keeping this at the top of the shitpile and not further down is the final fight scene being pretty clever and the final talk Tilda has with Stephen being pretty okay. It’s no Frigga and Loki or Frigga and Thor but it’ll do in a pinch. Still doesn’t salvage a movie so boring that Nathan and I spent the latter half of it pretending that Dr. Strange was writing letters to Santa Claus to keep our spirits up.

2. Thor

You know Thor: Dark World gets a lot of shit hurled its way and don’t get me wrong it’s entirely deserved shit that movie is needlessly grey and edgy and lame and everything else that’s already been said. But at the end of all things I can still tell you that the scene of Loki being a total mess in his prison cell after realizing that he got his mother killed is genuinely well written and the only time Loki has been a boon for this franchise.

I can’t say the same thing about Thor which was so forgettable and had such little going on that I don’t remember a single scene from it. Thor is boring, Loki is boring, the Frost Giants are lame looking and barely in it, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three are so nothing that I think they legit forgot Lady Sif was part of them by the time they reached Ragnarok, and the plot is so blah that the only thing people remember is a one off gag about Thor breaking a coffee cup. And I say one off because “God learns how Earth works” gets to be a fun idea for that scene and never again.

And now, a series of disjointed musings

Why make Jane a scientist instead of a nurse in this version if you’re going to contrive a older white man scientist who actually does all the science?

Did you know Hawkeye gets introduced in this movie? He has about as much significance as he does in the first half of The Avengers so I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot.

Dr. Selvig being such an important character to this series is so ironically funny I think I might actually be mad at Endgame for not having him appear through one of the portals.

Kat Dennings doesn’t even get to show cleavage.

Boy Loki sure gets to do less than nothing and be boring and annoying. Hope this isn’t a trend that continues because if it does then fans were really stupid for hyping him up.

This movie is lame.

3. Ant-Man and the Wasp

This one is actually really simple. The first Ant-Man is an incredibly sweet little flick where Paul Rudd gets to charm bomb us into loving Scott Lang and Michael Penya’s silly antics and Scott’s earnest love for his daughter carry us the rest of the way.

In this movie Hank Pym and Hope Pym will mercilessly attempt to ruin Scott’s life by getting him near put away for 20 years where he’ll never see his daughter again because (lemme check my notes) the grown adult is sad that her parent disappeared as a kid and wants her back…we gonna do anything with the Pym’s being selfish towards Scott and near putting his daughter through the same thing Hope went through for their own family with no regard for his feelings while sporting a callous attitude the whole time? No? They’re supposedly justified because Scott Lang got arrested in the Ant-Man suit for helping Captain America? The correct decision by Marvels standpoint? Hm. Interesting.

Oh also this movie has a villain…I think her name was Ghost.

Moving on!

4. Spider-Man: Far From Home

Maaaaaan I hate when I gotta dislike shit I was rooting for.

I’ll be honest, I have mixed feelings about the MCUs Spider-Man. On the one hand Tom Holland is a great casting pick, I love the younger age, and Homecoming has a lot of great stand out moments. I even like some of the Tony stuff-Tony being Peter’s Uncle Ben is genuinely creative and lends a lot more emotion to his relationship with Peter. On the other this franchise doesn’t wanna let Peter cross a street without pondering for 20 minutes about what Tony would do and every villain he ever fights revolves around Tony and Tony Tony Tony Tony.

I want this Peter to be able to stand as strongly on his own as the other Spider-Man’s of the past, but the MCU refuses to let him off the training wheels and just give him his own movie.

Case in point: Tony is dead and this movie is somehow more about Tony than any other Spider-Man thus far. And when we’re not talking about Peter “being Tony Jr. or maybe not or maybe yes and no” we’re quirking an eyebrow at the fans of the series and scoffing about how they dared hope that Mysterio was gonna be fuckin Mysterio. I’m not a comic or spider-man cartoon person and I found it obnoxious.

The final fight is boring and all the drones feel like their made of glass and there’s just an infinite amount of them and Jake Gyllenhaal is a charm vacuum and there’s a weird joke about Peter hiring a prostitute that makes me uncomfortable and the more I sit on it the more I’m just disappointed that Peter Parker played by Tom Holland has not had a single movie where he can just be Spider-Man on his own. It’s insecure and sad. Just like every attempt this movie makes at going “Come on guys! How laaaaaame would it be if the villain was just magic? Multiverse? Cringe! Am I right, youths?”. I’ll get into more in the next entry, but false confidence masking major insecurity is the fastest way to dump a movie at the bottom of my list.

Luckily for this movie it still has enough good will with Tom Holland being charmingly awkward and Nick Fury (even if not the real Nick Fury) having an appearance that it narrowly escapes the bottom.

Well

That and the other thing.

5. Thor: Ragnarok

So this is the one that a majority of people are surprised about.

“Oh my gosh how is this so low? How is this below Thor: Dark World? This is so your kind of movie!”

Taste is a tricky thing for people. It feels so basic and easy to understand, but tastes are more complicated than we care to admit and that means they’re easy to fuck up and misunderstand. Everything on the surface of Thor: Ragnarok feels like something I SHOULD really like. It’s bright, it’s got a BIPOC lesbian, Thor is silly, we’re having a goofy time with the villains, there’s an interesting theme about family and finding yourself. Hell the movie is directed by Mr. What We Do in the Shadows which I notoriously adore (the TV adaptation of)

But here’s the thing: It’s all fake. It’s an unbridled fake confidence hiding indecision and insecurity. I’ll be honest, I was looking forward to this one. After being let down time and time again by Thor being so miserably uncompelling as a protagonist, and his villains being boring and forgettable, and his plots being threadbare and constantly retreading old ground-this should have been my thing.

I mean, I loved the Team Thor shorts they released! They were funny and delightful and very Taika! So why isn’t this movie?

Every joke that feels Taika is shot like it wants to be anything else (which as fans of Taika’s work know the camerawork and shots are what makes the typical joke of his), Thor is just as bland as ever but has a one off gag or two that were Ad libbed or actively fed to him by a make a wish kid so he’s “quirky” now, Hulk is here but they still have no fucking clue what they wanna do with him or Bruce so he’s just kind of taking up screen time.

I want Tessa Thompson to be so fucking cool and instead she’s barely given anything to fucking do except be an alcoholic with trauma. I want Kate Blanchett to be a awesome villain and instead she’s so fucking boring the only thing I can remember is that she does that dumb little hair fade to helmet shit like 9 times. The Warriors Three are all just kinda murked off and they cared so little they don’t even bring up Lady Sif and in fact the way Thor talks about Valkyrie implies that she doesn’t exist! They want to so hard to forget all the previous Thor movies but have nothing to add in a way that matters.

It wants to be important. But it wants to be forgettable. It wants to be bright. But it wants to be washed out. It wants to have deep characters. It doesn’t want you to think about the characters too hard. To paraphrase The Phantom Tollbooth: “When it’s someplace, it wishes it were someplace else. And when it’s someplace else, it’d rather not be there.”

It’s so focused on what it’s not that it never becomes anything.

People say Thor: Ragnarok is bright-but it’s colors are still just as washed out as any other Thor movie. The only difference is it’s a white smear over the lens instead of a black one. Just like the rest of this movie. Just as smudged and flawed and awful to sit through, but with a slightly different filter of terrible.

At least the first Thor was early. It was before they knew what worked. At least Dark World tried. It did terrible but it wanted to make amends for the first Thor being boring as sin. This movie is more than happy to dance around like it’s the golden child of three very unfortunate triplets, and it smirks with confidence as it stumbles just as badly as they did but without the excuses and while smacking it’s brothers for their blunders. I don’t have patience for false confidence.

HOWEVER,

All of this! All. Of. This. I could also say I felt about Far From Home. In fact, I should arguably hate it more because I love Spider-Man and honestly don’t have strong feelings about Thor. So why this and not Far From Home at the bottom?

I sat through:

Thor

Avengers

Thor: Dark World

Thor: Ragnarok

Four movies. Four appearances of this character. A character I was routinely told was sooooooo good and soooo fun and soooooo babygirl.

And every. Single. Appearance. Is the same fucking thing.

Tom Hiddleston does his best to be charming when he can’t be, and begs the audience to think he’s nuanced as he flits back and forth between hero and villain.

“I betrayed my family. Actually I changed my mind. Actually changed my mind again. Oops killed my mom. Sad now. I’m gonna be a good guy and try to fix this. Changed my mind I’m an asshole. Now I’m a hero. Now I’m a villain. Now I’m a hero. Now I’m a-“ until the moment Thanos crushes his windpipe in Infinity War.

I was more than sick of it by Thor: Dark World, but thought that after having that really good scene where he realizes that only he is to blame for his moms death and how much he does, in fact, care about his brother, that finally I would get to see this great character everyone creamed over during these movies release. That after this terrible excuse for “development” this character might finally be worth his time on screen!

And then Ragnarok came out.

And that’s why this is the worst one! Goodnight everybody!

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mandelirious · 2 years

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Brown Eyes

2: The Reveal

modern din x reader; coffee shop au

word count: 2.6k

a/n: part 2 is here!! i’m having so much fun writing my own little rom-com so i hope you’re enjoying it as well!! as always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated 💕

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It was another week until you saw him again. You’d be embarrassed to admit it, but you’d been waiting for him to walk in for days–eyes snapping up to the door every time the bell rang only to be disappointed when you weren’t greeted by soft eyes and messy curls.

It was another break in the stream of customers and you were crouched on the floor, head fully inside one of the cabinets as you tried to sort out the mess the morning crew had made. Someone clearly hadn’t taught the new hire how things were organized and you weren’t going to wait until the middle of a rush to be hunting down the lids for your large cups. Your coworker, Keira, was handling any of the customers that came in while giving you an impromptu lecture on plant care. Keira was your favorite coworker and so effortlessly cool that you’d be self-conscious around her if she wasn’t so nice. She brought in clippings from her own plants to decorate the shop’s back wall of shelves–random shoots and leaves suspended in mason jars of water that she somehow kept healthy and growing. You’d killed every plant she had gifted you over the years and she was refusing to let you give up and buy plastic ones instead.

The bell at the door rang during Keira’s explanation of how to water perennials that you were only half listening to. You were still wedged in the cabinet, having almost gotten everything in its proper place when you heard a familiar, gruff voice.

“Uh, Americano with cinnamon?”

Your head popped up reflexively at the order–right into the top of the cabinet.

“Shit,” you hissed, rubbing the top of your head as you extricated yourself and looked up. There he was, watching as you crouched on the floor holding your throbbing head. This wasn’t the second impression you’d been hoping for.

“You good?” Keira was also looking at you now, head tilted in concern.

“I’m great,” you answered as you straightened up, trying to figure out when exactly you’d gotten out of breath. “Actually, I’ll take this one.” Your failure at sounding nonchalant was obvious as Keira's eyes flicked between you and the new customer, but she just shrugged and went to rearrange pastries.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were trained on you, that small smile on his lips, and you remembered why you’d been so eager to see him again.

“Oh, I’m fine.” You waved away his concern and hoped he couldn’t read the embarrassment on your features. He didn’t need to know that you’d literally jumped at the chance to talk to him. Your eyes fell on him again, taking in his features as quickly as you could before it became staring. He looked a little more rested this time, eyes brighter when they met yours. His hair was just as messy as before, but that might have had something to do with the motorcycle helmet he had tucked under one arm. You quickly compartmentalized the mental picture of him on a bike for another time. “Brown Eyes, right?”

His grin chased away any shyness you might have had at saying the nickname he’d inspired. In fact, he looked so pleased that you wondered if he’d been expecting you to forget about your exchange the week before. It was so endearing that you started on his drink to save yourself from grinning back at him like an idiot. A silence was stretching out, broken only by the sound of the espresso machine pulling his shots and the soft instrumental music that Keira played over the intercom during her shifts.

“I’m sorry.” You glanced up at his words, glad he had broken the silence when you couldn’t. He was looking at the counter and then letting out another of those self-deprecating laughs. “If I was a zombie last week, I was going on no sleep. I promise I’m not always that spaced out.”

“Yeah, I thought you looked better today.” You made a face right after the words were out, realizing how they’d sounded. Luckily, he was still smiling as you opened your mouth to backtrack.

“No, it’s okay. I like getting insults with my coffee.” There was a glint in his eye that let you know he was anything but offended. You rolled your eyes at his teasing and hoped the blush wasn’t evident on your cheeks.

This time when you set the drink on the counter in front of him, you wished you had picked something a little more complicated to keep him around longer. You also wished, for the first time, that this was a coffee shop that asked for customer’s names when they ordered. Calling him Brown Eyes in your head was starting to feel far too sappy. The butterflies you were starting to feel when seeing his smile weren’t helping either.

He paid for his drink this time, plus a nice tip that you pretended not to notice when you flipped around the iPad that served as your cash register. There was silence again, but not uncomfortable. His face looked as though he was thinking something through and you gave him the moment to figure it out. Those beautiful eyes flicked over to the other end of the counter, where Keira was putting out more chocolate chip cookies from a local bakery you partnered with and pretending not to listen to your conversation.

“Do you work Thursdays?” His attention was back on you, the question blurted out like he was afraid he would lose his nerve.

You bit your lip to stop what would be an embarrassing smile. “Usually.”

“Maybe I’ll see you then.” He was ducking his head again as he started for the door, but you could see his grin when you managed to get out a small word of agreement.

The door swung shut behind him and you looked over to see Keira’s eyebrows halfway up her forehead. You crouched again and hid your flaming cheeks back in the cabinet.

Two days passed far too slowly until you found yourself once again checking the door constantly on a sluggish Thursday afternoon. You were determined to be confident and casual this time. Not even the shop’s owner stopping in for a surprise visit could throw you off your game. Greef Karga had opened this place a decade ago and was the most hands-off supervisor you’d ever had. He knew you had the day-to-day things under control and only handled a few behind-the-scenes tasks on his own. Every once in a while he would decide to hang around for what he referred to as ‘quality control’, but was really just an excuse to drink coffee and chat. Greef called Nevarro Coffee House his ‘semi-retirement project’, though you had no idea what he’d actually retired from except that he’d apparently done very well at it.

You glanced over your laptop screen where you were pretending to write to see the older man still poking around the supply closet. God, you hoped he wouldn’t still be here when Brown Eyes showed up. Greef was nice, but you didn’t need your boss as an audience to your awkward flirting attempts. Not awkward, confident, you reminded yourself. A phone call thankfully took him out of the shop a few minutes later and you breathed a sigh of relief. It was perfect timing now–only a few hours left in the day for your favorite customer to show up. Plus, closing by yourself ensured that no other coworkers would be in the shop to ask you questions afterward about a man you knew nothing about. Questions like all of the ones you’d dodged from Keira a few days ago.

For once, the universe was listening to you and the door was pushed open for a head of dark curls to poke through. Had he gotten more handsome? Maybe it was just the scruff now lining his jaw that hadn’t been there before.

“Hi,” he greeted. His face looked adorably relieved to see you and his warm smile as he approached the counter was already making your stomach flip.

“Hi yourself.” Confidence, confidence, confidence, was playing like a mantra in your head, but you were feeling anything but. You hadn’t been this frazzled around someone in a long time and you still couldn’t quite explain why he was the one having this effect on you. It was more than his handsome face and perpetual bedhead. It was the small smiles, the shyness, the expressions he was clearly bad at hiding. It was something to do with the way his eyes followed you, curious and sincere–patient even when you’d been watching him without saying anything for too long. Which you were doing right now. Shit. “The usual?”

“Please.” He had the motorcycle helmet in his hands again and set it down on one of the stools in the middle of the counter. Its rounded surface wobbled slightly and you could see leather gloves tucked inside as well. Did setting his stuff down mean he was staying? Apparently so, as he was now settling on a stool at the counter halfway between you and the display case. The butterflies in your stomach were suddenly swarming.

“Hanging around today?”

He shrugged at your question. “I’ve got some time.” Glancing over your shoulder, he was immediately reminding you of the first time you’d made him this drink. The all-consuming exhaustion was gone from his eyes, but he was leaning his elbow on the counter the same way, watching you curiously with his head on his hand.

“Are you usually busy?”

“More than I’d like.”

You’d thought he came into the shop at odd times, usually early afternoon when most people hadn’t gotten out of work yet. From the charming grays in his beard, you guessed he was a few years older than you, but not old enough to be retired. Whatever he did, it must have odd hours. You were just about to ask when he pointed to the coffee grounds in your hand.

“What do you use for this drink?”

The question threw you off a little, but you looked down at the bag in your hands, sealing it up before pushing it down the counter towards him. A tanned hand plucked it off the light wood and flipped it around for his inspection. All of the beans you used came from a local roaster to ensure they were fresh. Hands off as he was, Greef knew good coffee.

“Trying to replicate it?” you teased, enjoying the smirk it brought to his lips.

Shaking his head, he slid the bag back over the counter. “I don’t think I’d make it as well as you.” It was obvious flattery, but you were happy to let him get away with it. You tapped out a perfect line of cinnamon down the middle of the finished drink and handed it over.

He inched out of his stool and you were worried for a moment that he might be leaving, but it was only to grab his wallet. Even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer, you glanced at his left hand while he was paying. Nothing, not even a tan line on his ring finger. Although he did look far too pleased with himself when you looked back up. He had to have caught you checking, but smug looked so good on him that you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

“I wanted to ask…” He was having trouble meeting your eyes now as he spoke and your heart was very suddenly in your throat. “I know you’re at work so please feel free to stop me whenever, but…would you like to go out for a drink sometime?” The last part was pushed out of his lungs in a hurry, much like the way he’d asked before if you would be working today.

The butterflies in your stomach had reached a crescendo and then dissolved into a pleasant buzz. You bit your lip to keep your grin from reaching embarrassing proportions and nodded, falling a little in love with the way his eyes lit up. Quickly grabbing a napkin, you scribbled down your first name and number. He took the napkin from you like it was something precious, eyes roving over the curls of ink. Then, your name was coming out of his mouth in that deep gravelly voice and you thought you might melt on the spot.

The pair of you had to look like two idiots grinning at each other like this, but you couldn’t help it. “Do I get to know your name?”

He looked confused for a moment and then cringed at himself, like he’d completely forgotten he even had a name. “Shit. Sorry, I’m D-”

“Din Djarin!”

Both of your heads turned to the back door where Greef was entering with a wide smile on his face–effectively breaking the bubble that had settled around the two of you. Din looked just as confused as you that your boss was calling his full name until recognition clicked in his eyes a split second later. “Karga?”

They were giving each other a handshake and then a hug, and you were left to cluelessly look between them wondering what exactly was happening. At least you’d gotten his name. Din–it suited him.

Greef seemed completely oblivious to what was going on when he entered, but you noticed Din carefully fold the napkin and tuck it into his back pocket.“It’s been months and no one’s seen you around. Let me get you something.” The older man clapped him on the shoulder and moved behind the counter. Seeing Din’s drink already paid for, he gestured to the display case. “Pastry?”

Din glanced over at you but you both seemed just as lost as to how the situation had changed so quickly. He focused back on Greef and scanned over the available treats, pointing hesitantly to a croissant.

“Nothing more exciting than that? We’ve got these peanut butter bars that will change your life.” You hadn’t noticed how boisterous your boss was until this moment–in sharp contrast with Din’s low tones.Giving over to his mysterious friendliness, you stepped back so he could have full run of the counter space.

Din was chuckling again, but this time it was in familiarity. Your curiosity was running wild. “No, it’s okay,” he was saying as the other man boxed up a croissant, “I’ll end up giving some to the kid, he wants everything I’m eating right now.”

Wait, did he say kid?

Din seemed to notice what he’d said right as you did and looked over at you nervously, but Greef was grabbing his attention again.

“How is the little gremlin? Keeping you busy?”

Okay, he definitely said kid.

“You have no idea.” Din was still looking like he’d let something slip that he wasn’t planning on and it was sending your imagination into uncomfortable spirals. The blissful excitement of just a minute ago was being doused by reality and you didn’t even have a chance to talk about it.

Greef was still chattering, too busy making his way back out from behind the counter to notice the slight panic creeping into Din’s eyes. Before either of you could say another word, Din was being ushered out of the door with an arm around his shoulders ‘to catch up’. He quickly grabbed his helmet off of the stool, shooting you a look that felt a lot like an apology before he was gone and you were standing alone in sudden silence.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #my fic

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saikokirakira · 2 years

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The Flight Risk (Marc Spector x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: obligatory shirtless marc gif for what lies ahead i actually had fun and laughed at myself writing this. shit's about to get real in the next part, but i haven't written it yet. i'm also going on a trip, so... that update is a lot unsure. i'll try to stick to the usual wednesday, 9am pht.

Prev: II. Layla pt.2 | Next: III. Marc pt.2 | AU Masterlist

warnings: violence (mentioned); swearing; non-canon Filipino mythology; marc being a grumpy eagle; reader thirsting for marc for ten (10) seconds

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “YES.”

“No!” You yelled at Layla as soon as you got to the airport exit.

“You can find Marc way faster than me. Just make sure he doesn’t get himself killed while I reacquaint myself with some old friends.”

You looked at her unimpressed. Not counting the fact that you did not know Marc at all, you were very wary over the fact that there was strong deity magic at play all over Cairo.

You weren’t going to disturb another one.

“Just two days. And I’ll call you every day.” She slipped a burner phone in your jacket pocket. “I promise.”

Sigh. You relented.

Layla was right.

You found Marc staying at a shoddy inn within a couple of hours.

You knocked and waited for a good ten minutes at his door before it opened.

Dear Lord.

Steven – or rather, Marc drunkenly swayed at the door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

You knew you felt some muscle when you snogged Steven a couple times, but you didn’t expect him to actually look like he did before you.

An annoyed grunt pulled you out of your staring.

“Oh, hi, Marc.”

SLAM!

You knocked incessantly at his door, until it angrily swung open the second time.

“What?!”

“I can help you find Harrow.”

Now, you sat in his messy room, glass strewn across the floor from a broken mirror that was hastily covered by a blanket.

“Well?”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth before you shushed him.

“This is a waste of time. Get out. Go home.”

You glared at him. If it weren’t for Layla…

“Harrow has powers that shields him from Bakunawa’s sight, but he’s here.”

“No shit. Do you even know how big Cairo is?”

Your eyes flash topaz as you hissed at him. “Careful, mortal.”

You slam your fist on the floor, pushing Bakunawa back down, then rose to your feet.

“Get dressed. There’s a guy who knows something about a dig site. That’s a start.”

Then the idiot left you in the middle of the road half an hour later.

“Layla, your husband is a fucking flight risk.”

“Get used to it. I’m a little busy tracing an old collector friend. Just find him again.”

“What am I? A bloodhound?”

Two hours later, you were at a cliff, not far from the city.

Ah, the little serpent has found you once again.

You desperately tried to ignore the bodies littered across the ground, keeping your eyes on Marc, yet the smell of blood was taking over your attention.

“I’m guessing you missed the information about the dig site?”

That got me a chuckle from ol’ Grampa Crow.

“Why don’t you play with your little rocks and be some help in finding Ammit, huh?”

“So, now you’re willing to have me stick around and not leave me in the middle of the road to go on a murder spree?”

“Hey, I did not do this,” Marc pointed a finger in your face.

“Sure, they all stabbed each other and dropped dead,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand away, but not before you noticed the open cut on his arm.

You took a bottle of water from your bag and poured it over his arm.

“You just got my jacket and jeans we—” “Shush.”

You covered the wound with your hand, summoning the strength of any nearby Diwata for their healing powers. Your hands briefly glowed an icy blue before it faded into Marc’s cut, sealing it shut and leaving his arm good as new.

“The armour could’ve fixed that easily.”

Wow, he’s an asshole. Just like his master, the sand Diwata scoffed, unknown to Marc, before vanishing back into its realm.

Tell me about it.

Since Marc was being difficult, you turned to Khonshu instead. “Any better ideas? It seems like even Harrow’s followers are shielded from any form of divination.”

“What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?” To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

“Can we trust the old bird?” you turned slightly to mumble to Bakunawa.

Khonshu and his Avatars have not fared well to any gods, deities, and other Avatars for the past centuries. I suggest we go back to London.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t you being moon-hungry talking?”

If I wanted the moon, I could’ve easily taken over your body and slit your wimp’s throat to draw out the bird.

“Try to keep it family friendly, why don’t you?”

Suddenly, it was quiet, and you could feel the wind change.

You turned to Marc and Khonshu.

“What did you do?” “What are you doing?”

Sending the gods a signal they can’t ignore.

You felt the familiar movement of Bakunawa under your skin, tattoos moving like scales.

When you looked up at the sky, it was a solar eclipse.

“No! What did you do?!” Your voice began blending between yours and Bakunawa’s.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Marc grasped your biceps, which only caused searing pain even on your clothed skin.

He immediately let go of you, and for a moment, the concern in his eyes almost made you mistake him for Steven.

“No,” you panted. “Go. You need… to go… now. While I can… still control him.”

I suggest you do as the little serpent says, Marc.

“Shut up, you worthless god!”

Your outburst suddenly changed Marc’s stance. He now looked more alert, defensive.

“Bakunawa?”

#moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader

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Y'know how when I drew this I said Hazel didn't know Jay was Toppat yet? Here's her figuring out! This is my longest fic yet I worked all morning on it

Notes: Takes place between FtC and CtM. Reginald's currently arrested and RHM's in a coma, Making Sven the current leader. The rocket hasn't been launched yet, But it's nearing its final stages.

Warnings: Gun violence, Gun injury, It's implied that a bunch of government soldiers were killed, Kinda open ending (Might eventually write a continuation though)

“After the disappearance of the Tunisian Diamond a year ago, The museum owners are finally ready to reveal their newest exhibit.” The news lady, Alice Hamilton spoke. “Archaeologists recently found a large topaz in a once forgotten Egyptian tomb. With it’s supposed age and the great condition it was found in, It’s said to be worth nearly 1 billion dollars-”

“HOLY SHIT!!” Jay was sitting in a dorm room eating a snack while watching this news story. He choked on their food and nearly fell off the bed, With Spot running over to make sure he was okay.”

Jay managed to swallow their food and looked over at their dog. “A billion dollars!? Are they serious!?” Spot only wagged his tail in response. “I need to get a better look at this! Maybe I can come up with a heist once I scope out the area. But how am I gonna get closer? The exhibit won’t be officially open for a while-”

Suddenly, Hazel excitedly came into the dorm. “Jay-Jay! I have the most exciting news ever!” Jay looked over at his girlfriend with a smile. “Really? Go on, Tell me!” “Well, Y’know how I wanted to someday cover a big news story?” She began bouncing in place. “Well, The Museum of Natural History and Culture called the news publishers I work with and asked for a private news story about the Egyptian Topaz, And they recommended me for the job!”

Jay ran over and hugged Hazel. “Oh my god, That’s amazing Juni! I’m so happy for you!” Hazel spun around in happiness while still holding Jay, Both now laughing. “They want me to go to the museum tomorrow for an interview with the museum owners.” She then blushed a bit. “So I was wondering, Would you like to come with me? We’ve both been really busy lately and I think it’d be fun to have a day where it’s just the two of us, Kinda like a date.”

Jay perked up at that. Not only would they be able to spend the day with Hazel, But he’d also be able to scope out the new exhibit. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Hazel kissed Jay’s cheek a few times. “Thank you! Thank you! You’ve just made tomorrow the best day ever!”

Early that next morning, While Hazel was still asleep, Jay called Sven and made him aware that he would be scoping out the topaz exhibit with the hopes of being able to plan a future heist afterwards. Then they got ready for their day out.

Jay and Hazel soon went into the museum, Pointing out a few motorcycles that drove by. The two then went into the in progress Egyptian artifact exhibit, With the topaz being center stage. “Whoa…” Jay looked at it in awe. “It’s even more wonderful up close!” Hazel spoke before taking a picture. “It’s amazing how thousands of years haven’t affected its beauty!”

“I see you’re impressed too.” One of the museum owners walked over to them. “You must be Hazel Juniper, Our journalist for the day.” Hazel went over and shook his hand. “Right sir! I’m gonna be performing some interviews today, If that’s alright with you.” “Of course! I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.” The owner smiled.

Hazel pulled out her signature notepad and began asking questions, Which the owner happily answered. Jay scoped out the exhibit room for about half an hour until he heard a sound. “Psst…” They looked over and saw Scottie outside of the exhibit room. Jay made sure Hazel and the owner weren’t paying attention before going over to them. “What’s up?”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.” Scottie whispered. “It’s urgent.” Jay looked back at Hazel before reluctantly nodding in agreement. “Alright. I hope this is important…”

Jay went back over to Hazel. “Hey, I’m gonna go look around the gift shop.” “Oh, Go right ahead. I’ll meet you there after I’m done.” Jay left as Hazel asked her last question. “So, Are you worried about criminals like the Toppat Clan stealing this topaz? It’s only been a year since the Tunisain Diamond was stolen.” She noticed a shift in the owner’s expression.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that.” He waved the question off. “The security will be doubled by the time the exhibit is ready to open. Nobody will be stealing it.” Hazel wrote down some notes before glancing over at the restroom door and freezing.

She saw Scottie looking around before seeing her. They glared, Pointing two fingers at their eyes, Pointed them at her, and went into the restroom. Hazel remembered her last encounter with Scottie, Learning their role in the Toppat clan. She quickly cleared her throat and faced the museum owner again.

“Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for today. Thank you for your time.” “It was absolutely no problem.” The owner shook her hand. “And if you need me for any reason at all, Don’t be afraid to visit my office.” Hazel smiled and waved as he went back towards his office.

Once he left, She quickly put her notepad in her jacket and tightened her ponytail. “Sorry Jay… I’m afraid the gift shop will have to wait.” She went behind the topaz and crouched down, Effectively hiding herself. The Toppats were up to something, And she was gonna figure out what.

When Scottie entered the bathroom, They were surprised to already see Jay in there. “Huh, You’re a minute early.” “I didn’t wanna seem suspicious.” Jay explained. “Now what exactly did you want? I was spending time with my girlfriend.” “Y’know how you were hoping to plan a future heist after scoping the exhibit out? Well, That heist is gonna have to be now.”

“W-What!? But why!?” “Turns out the Cycle Punks already beat us here.” Scottie explained. “If we don’t get this topaz out now, They’re gonna get their grubby hands on it.” “But I can’t plan a heist on such short notice-” Jay began before Scottie interrupted. “Some other Toppats already came up with what to do on the outside. We just need confirmation on what to do once we get into the exhibit room.”

Jay thought for a second. “The topaz is guarded by plexiglass, So shattering it is out of the question. But if you can somehow bypass that, There’s an easy escape using the fire exit in the former Tunisian artifact exhibit room next door.”

“Perfect.” Scottie pulled out a communication device and spoke into it. “Make sure the security footage is hacked. Send Ulle in to deal with the guards. And make sure those Punks don’t even think about coming in!” They then hung up. “Now what?” Jay asked. “Now.” Scottie hummed. “We wait.”

Outside of the museum, Ulle stood at the entrance in casual clothing. She cleared her throat before walking in. “Hello ma’am.” A guard greeted her. “Is there any specific exhibit you’re interested in today?” “Oh! I was hoping to see the Egyptian artifact exhibit.” She answered with a smile. “We’re terribly sorry. But that exhibit won’t be open until next month. Perhaps we could show you some of our other fine exhibits?”

Ulle’s smile got toothier. “Actually, I’d like to sing a little song for you guys~”

Back in the restroom, Jay and Scottie waited patiently. After a few minutes, Ulle busted into the bathroom, Holding some trash bags. “I took care of the guards for you guys!” Jay looked at the bags in disgust. “Are they…” “Hm?” She looked at the bags she was holding and giggled. “Oh no no no! That would’ve been way too messy! I just sang them a little lullaby, Poor guys fell right asleep! The bags are for our clothes and weapons.”

She put the bags on the ground. Jay and Scottie looked in them and saw that their clothes and weapons were indeed in there. “Topbot and Burt should be taking care of the footage as we speak.” She hummed. “And the Cycle Punks are nowhere to be seen.” “Then that makes our job easier.” Scottie pulled a butcher knife from their bag. Jay just sighed, How was he gonna explain to Hazel where he ran off to..?

Speaking of Hazel, She was still hiding behind the topaz. She was beginning to get anxious, When were the Toppats gonna strike. As if on cue, Three people wearing top hats entered. Hazel quietly peeked out.

“Hey, Didn’t you say you were here with your girlfriend?” The one wearing a music note top hat asked. “Yeah, I saw her earlier.” The one wearing a chef hat/top hat combo muttered. “Where did she go?” “She probably just went to the gift shop.” The one wearing a purple top hat answered. “Don’t worry about her, Okay? She won’t get in the way.”

Hazel got a closer look at the one wearing the purple top hat and seemed to recognise them.

“Jay..!?”

As quickly as Hazel said that, A knife was thrown in her direction. She quickly avoided it, Causing it to hit the nearby wall. “I told you to never get involved with Toppat business again Juniper.” Scottie walked over and practically yanked her out of her hiding spot. “But you just couldn’t listen could you?”

“Hey, Leave her alone-” Jay then saw Hazel looking directly at him and froze. They couldn’t read her expression. Was it anger, shock, betrayal? He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, Unable to move, Unable to say anything.

Finally, Hazel was the first one to speak. “You’re… You’re a Toppat..?” Her voice threatened to break then and there. “H-How-”

And as if things couldn’t get any “better”, A sudden explosion blew a hole in the wall nearby. The group turned and saw three Cycle Punks enter through the hole

“We could’ve just walked in the fire exit y’know…” Erin muttered. “The explosion was more fun.” Punkhauser shrugged. “Nevermind that.” Tara huffed. “Let’s just grab the topaz before those Toppats-” She saw the small group already there. “Well… This is awkward…”

“When did you guys get here!?” Ulle gasped. “About two hours ago.” Erin shrugged. “Which means we were here first! That topaz is ours!” “Over our dead bodies!” Scottie growled before pulling out two butcher knives. “We did not come up with a heist on the spot just for you punks to ruin shit!”

Ulle and Scottie began arguing with the Cycle Punks (With Jay still too shocked to move and Hazel trying to get answers) and it was clear that a battle was about to start.

“FREEZE!!” The two groups froze hearing the sudden loud voice. A bunch of government soldiers busted into the room. “Attention all Toppats and Cycle Punks! You’re under arrest for the attempted robbery of the Egyptian Topaz!"

Tara and Scottie glanced at each other. “Temporary truce?” Tara asked. “Temporary truce.” Scottie nodded in agreement. Scottie pulled out their pepper grinder and Tara turned on the gauntlets on her hands, Which glowed pink. The two began attacking the soldiers, With both groups following suit.

Hazel quickly realized that she was in way over her head. So she grabbed Jay and hid back behind the topaz’s stand. Jay got over the shock of what just happened, But they began to hyperventilate. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! None of this was supposed to happen! I wanted to tell you, But I didn’t want you to be in danger and-”

Hazel carefully held Jay’s hands. “Hey hey, Take some deep breaths.” She guided Jay through some deep breathing. “Can you listen to me Jay?” Jay nodded, Tears falling down his face. “Alright. We can worry about all that later, Okay? Right now, We need to focus on getting out of here.” Hazel leaned Jay against her and began carefully walking towards the room’s exit.

Meanwhile, Ulle was using her Meteor Shower attack on several soldiers while Scottie shot at them with their pepper grinder. Tara was punching a few soldiers with her gauntlets before looking over at Scottie. “Hey, You’re doing pretty good!” Scottie blushed at the compliment. “Uh, Thanks. You’re doing good too.”

Out of the corner of their eye, They saw a bullet firing straight towards Tara. “LOOK OUT!!” Scottie ran right in front of her, Causing the bullet to hit their side, Falling onto the ground unconscious. “SCOTTIE!” Tara punched the soldier who fired at them before kneeling down to inspect the wound. “O-Oh god! Scottie, Please! You’ve gotta wake up!” She also looked over at Erin and Punkhauser, Who were beginning to struggle. “No no… This is really bad..!”

Ulle’s voice was beginning to strain from her attacks. Suddenly, A soldier hit her against a wall, Causing her head to bleed. “End of the line Toppat!” Ulle tried to sing, But her voice had died out from the usage. She shook as she realized she was completely cornered.

Jay and Hazel were almost at the exit when they were suddenly stopped by some soldiers. “Ma’am, We’re gonna need you to step away from that Toppat so we can take them into custody.” Hazel wrapped her arms around Jay. “You ain’t taking him anywhere!”

Jay looked around at the battle going on around them, Seeing that his friends were hurt, Seeing Hazel arguing with the soldiers. His head began to hurt, He couldn’t take it anymore.

Their eyes suddenly glowed blue. An explosion of fire escaped him, Causing both Hazel and the soldiers to be knocked back. The blue fox came out, Which Hazel looked at in awe. The fox threw the soldiers to the side before running towards the battle.

The fox was completely relentless. It first disposed of the soldiers attacking Erin and Punkhauser. It then jumped in front of Ulle and roared at the soldiers attacking her, Scaring them off. Finally, It breathed fire at the group of soldiers coming towards Scottie and Tara. Any remaining soldiers retreated, Not wanting to fight this terrifying new threat.

It was like watching a trainwreck, Hazel couldn’t look away from the chaos the blue fox was causing. She finally glanced over at Jay, Who was standing with an emotionless expression. She quickly stood up and ran over to them. “Jay! Are you alright!?” Jay didn’t answer, He kept the same expression with tears streaming down their face.

“J-Jay? C’mon, Snap out of it!” Tears fell down her face. Jay looked over at her, Voice echoing. “Hazel..?” His eyes stopped glowing and he nearly fell over. Hazel caught them and realized they fell unconscious. The blue fox disappeared shortly afterwards.

Tara and Ulle quickly leaned Scottie against them, Walking them towards where Jay and Hazel were. Erin and Punkhauser followed after. “Hazel, Are you okay?” Tara asked. “Y-Yeah I- Wait, You’re a Cycle Punk!?” Tara nervously laughed. “Y-yeah… Sorry…” “Nevermind, We can talk about that once we get back to our dorm! Right now, Jay passed out and Scottie got shot!”

“Ulle’s voice is completely fried too..” Tara added. “And that’s not even mentioning Erin and Punkhauser’s injuries…” “Hey, We’re fine!” Punkhauser insisted before wincing in pain. “Yeah… Completely fine…” Erin sarcastically replied.

Before the two girls could figure out what to do, A few Toppats suddenly entered the room, Sven being one of them. “What on earth-” He saw the completely destroyed room and injured people. “Herregud…”

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #jay benson #hazel juniper #scottie anderson #tara sammson #ulle meadows #erin houston #punkhauser #sven svensson #jay writes

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 2 years

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Not that I assume anyone cared or if it’s real but sorry I havent been here and probs won’t be anytime soon. For a few reasons:

Life’s hitting hard again. The family emergency i mentioned a few months ago was my mum getting diagnosed with breast cancer. Prognosis is good though but she starts radiation next week. I’m also stressing over money right now. And my job is sucking the life out of me. A coworker who hates me is suddenly /actively/ out to get me/trying to get me fired. My boss I’m sensing believes her/doesnt like me anyway and my manager, with her own shit going in, is trying to defend me. I’m also sick of this job and debating moving on, but because of this job im currently in the throes of feeling worthless and never good enough and lonely and all that cool vibes. Being on the verge of tears 24/7 is exhausting. Also its our busy season and omg its killing me haha.

Im trying to do video game things but i have a shoddy system so half the time it’s not working or logging achievements and its frustrating, which i dont need right now, obviously. (Stray is so fucking cute though omg and zurks are my nightmare fuel but god @giaussaidno thank you SO MUCH im having so much fun :’) )

On better notes - I’m also been asked to participate in a zine! I’m working with the @jdsszine team, so thats my current writing focus :) so probably no real fics in the meantime/until I finish my story for that. (Support them please! Lots of incredibly fucking talented folks are involved!)

And lastly, my papa (pronounced pa-PAAA) is coming next week! Because he worries for my mental health always, not like he helps or understands hahaha. And then a few weeks after that my best friend on the planet is coming to visit too. So ill be prepping and recovering from these adventures.

So I’m alive. Begrudgingly at this point. Or just out of spite. I dunno. I know I have a few asks right now and I’ll…..get to them. Otherwise I’m probably going to be heavily on the dl, or only reposting Stray art haha

#bee rambles #tbd #shut up me no one could care less

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umbralsound-xiv · 10 months

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Volunteer.

I figure i’d wait a bit for him to simmer. Whole thing sounded like a mess. Viera walked in, Viera carried out.

...Ain’t get a good look at him, but... Can’t say he didn’t pique my interest.

Didn’t hurt to ask.

Vairg knocks a short, rhythmic sound on the outside of Grym's office door. Some time had passed since the other Viera had been carried back through it, and only when Vairg had felt it had been enough did he opt to disturb Grym's peace once again.

Grymahtyn lofted a brow at the knock. "Enter." His voice was loud, as ever - well heard through the door even if he didn't shout. He finished whatever writing he was in the process of, promptly stuffing the quill into its inkpot.

Vairg pushes the door open with a single sharp shove; just enough to step through the opening as it swung closed behind him. "Boss." Was the first word out of Vairg's mouth, as it ever was during a greeting, half dipping his head. "Got yourself a Viera." Cutting straight to the point, his tone almost seemed to loft at the prospect.

Grymahtyn: "Vairg." He returned as a greeting, leaning himself back in his seat. "We did. A mouthy one, at that."

Vairg: "Heard as much. Hard not to. Walked in. Dragged out. Couldn't help but hear the voices." His head slowly turns in that curious sort of way it often did. "He important?"

I was so hoping he wasn’t that important. Not important enough to keep from harm’s reach, anyway. I do like meeting other Viera! I do!

I like to know if there’s another out there that could come close to besting me, but judging by the perfomance i heard in here, i doubt it.

Still... Even with that dissappointment. I’m sure i could get some fun out of him.

Grymahtyn: "For now." Grymahtyn exhaled. "Bait for my runaway pet, hopefully a useful one."

Vairg: "For now." Vairg echoed. Still, it saught to wipe the smirk off his face for a moment, if only to briefly turn it into a contemplative frown. But the often worn smile is quick to make a return. "I'd like to meet him. Who've you got guarding him? I want their post."

Mmmm. Important. More to do with that Seeker girl he’s been after for fuck knows how long. Better not be too rough with him. Wonder if the Boss needs him to talk?

I like making people talk. I’m a great conversationalist.

Grymahtyn arched a brow at Vairg, head tilting. "Esunaux." The name left him more akin to a curse, irritation for the Wildwood's decades old failure lingering -still-. "You want to babysit him? I can't promise it'll be a particularly fun duty for you."

Vairg: "Better me than a fuck-up, if he's so important, yeah? Job done proper and all that." A pause, as he idly taps his foot, mulling. "...Any plans for him besides?"

Grymahtyn: "Mmhm.. You're not wrong." He grumbled, leaning back more fully in his seat. "It depends on X'llaya. If his presence here works as intended and bring her back to me, or if he's not important enough to her. It's between selling him or killing him."

Vairg: "I want to look after him until then." He said, as though any other outcome would have been considered. "What are the stipulations?"

Grymahtyn: "His survival is the only requirement, preferably that he remains conscious but it's not a necessity until I contact X'llaya. You are otherwise free to hurt him."

Oh, excellent.

I’ll try to keep him concious. Not sure how flimsy he is. Didn’t look like a big guy, but being carried about by Ket doesn’t help.

I’ll see. I’ll see soon.

Vairg: "I won't kill him. Where's the fun in that? I'll be his personal escort. Free Ket up for more important shit, yeah?" The grin had widened a little unsettlingly so, as Vairg tapped his toes, pacing side to side for a few moments.

Grymahtyn: "Very well. You'll take over Esunaux's duties involving the Viera, do you wish to tell him such yourself?"

Vairg: "Course." Vairg grins. "Don't worry, Boss. I'll make him feel... Welcome. Can't promise about the conciousness bit, though. But i won't do nothing a healer can't fix."

Grymahtyn: "Fine by me."

Vairg: "Sounds good." His expression doesn't move an ilm, simply holding eye contact with Grym for a little longer in silence, soon turning for the door and leaving the way he came.

I’ll tell that useless sack of shit to find something more within his capabilities, and take a seat. I’ll listen. I’m a good listener.

...At least i’ll have some entertainment for the next few suns.

#[What We Want Most]#FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

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titleleaf · 2 years

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now reading/recently read:

(this will totally not be an ongoing feature bc I’ll immediately forget, but at least it seemed fun 2 try)

Master & Commander, Patrick O’Brian -- I own basically the full run of these books in paperback from estate sales alone and I’ve dipped into them here and there (blasphemy, I know) but this is a great audiobook to listen to right after your state accidentally legalizes 5mg THC edibles.

John Le Carre, Adam Sisman -- another audiobook experience, giving me a ton of pleasure but unexpectedly wrenching and difficult.

Careless Love, Peter Guralnik -- the second half of Guralnik’s life of Elvis Presley; very interesting and thorny reading about the complicated life of a deeply weird man. It’s interesting to see how the author uses primary accounts and contemporary documents to build out and complicate a narrative. Screaming about this one to my friends.

Going Dutch: How England Plundered Holland’s Glory, Lisa Jardine -- Reading this is rapidly revealing to me that I know fuck and all about the Glorious Revolution, William & Mary, the Stuarts, or the Hanovers. I also don’t know shit nor dick about the Netherlands. Still enjoyable reading but slow going for my current cognitive state.

Last Call, Elon Green -- I found this book unexpectedly powerful as a depiction of queer middle-age as well as of a community and its members. I’ve been having a sulk about some of the assertions flying around in recent true crime discourse (that true crime writing is inherently critical of the criminal justice system or of the police, or pretenses that all true crime writing centers the experiences of victims) and I appreciated Green’s clear intent to relay the voices and experiences of the murdered men, the ones who survived, and the people who loved them.

Hell House, Richard Matheson -- Wow, this one is a lot. People weren’t kidding about the heightened sexual elements in this (some of which work for me, some of which don’t) but I really appreciate it as another installment of the Haunted House Trauma Narrative Literary Universe. This book is so weirdly grimy; I’m trying to fill in my understanding of 1970s-1980s horror fiction, but I foresee a lot of pitch-dark sleaze in my future. I regret that this is getting my fanfiction gears turning in a big way.

All The White Spaces, Ally Wilkes -- polar expedition horror about a young trans man in the immediate aftermath of World War One getting mixed up in some serious shit in the Antarctic. I’m not far into this because the MC (through no fault of his own) is really trying my personal “when would Steve Sadjak kill himself to escape the events of this piece of media?” standard. Hyped about it, though.

Next up: The Naive And Sentimental Lover; Wrath Goddess Sing; Vanessa Springora’s Consent; Samuel Redman’s Bone Rooms; and Jane Gaskell’s A Sweet, Sweet Summer (thank you, interlibrary loans)

#ska reads a thing #also a book about 'kitchen lithography' which is going to almost certainly make me even MORE annoying about printmaking

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munchkinfox-the-deviant-fox · 1 year

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Anhedonia

SO, uhhh, decided to start intentionally writing my shit down! Woo! We gonna go slow burn on this shiz! Eventually poly... I honestly have so many ideas that, as soon as I know concrete details about this story, I’ll put a label on it >xD As for a summary:

Rhene has long since accepted the fact that her life is boring. She works a job, she goes home to her cat, she has friends she can spend time with. Life is perfectly full of things that make most people perfectly content. But she's not. So maybe going back to school will give her the chance to improve things, change things, find a better a job. There's always a salary increase if you've got a Masters degree and what's a few loans compared to improving ones life? Oh! Ya know, she never got to study abroad as an undergrad! She could totally start off abroad! That's totally exciting, right? At least maybe she'll find something new to hyper-fixate on so she can pretend like her life isn't completely unfulfilling. Yeah, this is totally a great idea. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Long fic, slow burn, eventual poly MC, named MC

CW: None yet

Master List -> Chapter 1 Part 1

Prologue

Cheers and laughter amongst rumbling raucous voices were just background noise, the soundtrack of her life that continued on. Endlessly. A repeating tune that could never break away from its circling fate.

Like turkeys. Dumb fuckin’ turkeys walking in a circle around road kill in an attempt to intimidate the scary dangerous thing. Continuing to go round and round because they’re just following the turkey in front of them.

Why had she agreed to come out? At least at home she could have been sleeping, or mindlessly binging a show she wasn’t particularly interested in. That would’ve been more entertaining than this.

The air shifted, the weight of Tyler’s attention laying itself against her shoulders, and she released the sigh that had been building up, the minimal, physical embodiment of her irritation. She set her drink down firmly against the table and pushed it a safe distance away.

“Rhen!” The top half of her body lurched forward with Tyler’s bearing weight, his arms two obnoxious noodles folding around her, “Reeehnn~ You’ve been spacing out allll night longggggggg. Yuh’ve bareLY had a single- single drink!” The butt of his chin dug into the top of her head, “Come ooonnnnn! It’s been, like… like… like… FOREVER since we’ve hanged out… chilled...hung out!”

Damn, she hated whiskey. And having to inhale it from Tyler did not make it any more appealing. “Yeah, Tyler, I know.”

“You’re leaving tmrrrow- tamorrorr- Ta-Mah-Ro! Yuh should be havin fun! Be happy! Be merry! Be fun-ny!” His giggling made the obnoxious shit she’d known since high school lose his grip, the messy haired swim-varsity-captain-aged-ten-years stumbling into the seat next to her.

She pat his head, his hair still unerringly soft, even after all these years—something about hair-care regimen being important for swimmers if they didn’t want to lose their hair— “I know, buddy, I’m having fun; I promise,” She smiled and took a drink, the coke ‘n rum sliding down as easily as the lie.

Tyler, oh-so drunk and uncoordinated, shuffled and slid his chair closer, bringing his forehead down to rest on her arm. Rhen kept the appendage still, reaching across and picking up her drink with her other hand.

It was almost a whisper, and for a moment she thought he was drunk-mumbling and falling asleep on her, “I hope you have fun. Maybe- maybe you’ll have so much funn, you might be happy and decide to stay. That would be good… Though I’d be sad.... I’ll just come visit you then!”

Well, that was rather optimistic.

Rhen took a moment, sipping her drink and petting Tyler’s head because he enjoyed people playing with his hair and his girlfriend currently wasn’t here, leaving her to take care of the drunk idiot.

“I’ll miss you too, buddy. I doubt I’ll have more fun there. I’ll be coming back, no doubt.” It’s not like being here or being there really made any amount of difference. She’d still be living the same damn life. “Besides, did you forget? I’m studying abroad. It’s not like a vacation.”

Tyler lifted his head, a shit-eating grin sloppily pasted on his face, “That’s true… But yu’re a loser who likes studying, so-”

“Alright, you piece of shit!”

Tyler laughed as she half-heartedly beat him off of her.

“Come on,” he said, his fingers struggling to grab her arm and pull her to her feet—how many doubles was he even seeing?—“Let’s go get some more drinks. DRINKS!”

She sighed again, debating on whether to fight him on getting up or not, but, well, when he got drunk, he was more stubborn than when he was sober.

“Fine,” She huffed, “But you’re buying.”

Well then.

Rhen sighed, staring at the room—the large room—, so nicely furnished with a bed, table to study with, even a TV mounted to the wall! Fairy lights and lanterns illuminated the room with a warm glow and–

Holy shit, was that a tree in the middle of her room?!

So this was to be her new abode for the next approximate year. Damn this was probably the nicest university accommodations she’d ever seen. What was even the tuition rate for this place?

Wait.

Holy shit! Was she even getting credit for this?!

Was this even an accredited college?!

Did any of that even actually matter?

She slumped to the floor, pulling her knees up to give her chin something to rest on and closed her eyes to the unfamiliar world around her.

Devils and Angels, huh? Ya know, the idea was entertaining—supernatural creatures ‘n such—and who didn’t have a sneak-into-the-local-haunt-and-fuck-with-a-ghost adventure at least once in their childhood, but being the skeptic she was, she hadn’t ever really fully believed in monsters. Humans were monstrous enough.

It had already been five years since the existence of witches became public knowledge, but it wasn’t like they came out sharing every single detail about themselves and their world. Droves upon droves of people had flocked to The Community, all desperate to learn magic and be a part of their secret little world. Some were accepted. Most were turned away. Why they picked the people they did, they never gave an explanation. She had wanted to try—it’s magic! Of course she wanted to learn!—but before she could, her best friend, her sister-from-another-mister, her platonic soulmate, the one person she loved above all else and would do anything for, went for it, gushing about how she knew she’d be allowed to join them. Even before witches were revealed, Amelia had always known magic existed in her lineage; from her grandmother, to her mother, then to her, so of course she would be welcomed into The Community.

So, Rhen had to wait. Because if she ended up getting accepted—she hoped, but held no expectations—and Amelia wasn’t? Rhen wouldn’t even contemplate how much of a betrayal that would be. Sure, Amelia would pretend to be happy for her, but Rhen would always feel guilty for “receiving the honor”. If Amelia didn’t become a witch, it would be better if Rhen didn’t know anything at all. No matter how desperately she wished otherwise.

Though, the last time Rhen had heard from Amelia, she was still on the waiting list…

But here she was, at demon university, by no intention of her own. If she let this chance pass her, she knew she’d resent Amelia for the rest of her life, by no fault of Amelia’s. What was she supposed to do?

She let the tight and encompassing self-embrace fall loose, her legs folding below her, her palm coming to rest at the center of her midsection. She inhaled, her lungs expanded, filling and filling until they couldn’t any more, forcing out and giving no room for the uncertainty—and fear—that had been trying to take root in her chest to linger.

The flutter settled—not gone, but quiet—a soft whisper that brushed against her like an invisible hair.

It was disconcerting, though. How was it that she, a mundane human with no prior knowledge or apparent magical ability, was selected for this program? It was odd, but fuck, she wasn’t going to complain and she was grateful that Lord Diavolo was just going to roll with it as well. If she had been brought here, given the chance to learn magic and was told about monsters and all things supernatural-fantasy and how they are actually a part of our world, then kicked back to the human world, she would have been pissed. Like dangling a piece of meat in front of a starving dog. Even if she had to write a fuckin’ thesis by the end of her time here, this was too awesome of an experience to miss out on.

When was the last time she felt this excited?

It was a bonus that they were allowing her exceptions: until she gained some measurable ability using magic, any grades reflecting her magical use would not count against her. Awesome. But because she couldn’t use magic—thus considered unable to protect herself against any threat that might present itself—it was Lord Diavolo’s responsibility to ensure her safety. Therefore, Rhen was not, in fact, staying in the dorm allocated for the exchange students, but instead she was to stay in the dorm of the student council, one of who was to be her designated body guard and Devildom guide.

She honestly would have found that rather funny: a student council? Really? What does a demon university student council even do? Was there going to be a whole-ass homecoming event week for the beginning week of classes? Apparently, though, only they could be absolutely trusted with her safety, considering they were demon lords themselves, some of the highest ranking of Lord Diavolo’s nobility. No matter how enticing her shiny human soul was, apparently she would be safe with them.

Six lords, six brothers, six demons to try and keep out of the way of.

Yup. Totally manageable.

#obey me fic #obey me story #obey me writing #obey me oc #obey me fanfic #OM Anhedonia #Rhen is going to have so much fun!#all the sarcasm #when she said she wanted to change something in her life #this was not what came to mind

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flareythecat · 1 year

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STORY, CONTEXT AND EXPLANATION BELOW!

you’re an average guy aboard the S.S. Mammal. you’re in the boat dining hall. it’s lunch time again, and you’re being presented with the same old browned slop that Cook seems to dish out when he’s in a bad mood. you’re so fucking bored of this meal. you sit down next to your mate Beef2 who side eyes you, only to quickly forget about your presence to shovel mealpaste down his sawtooth beak.

you look down into the meatpile to try and get yourself excited about eating it. laces of shrimpwhiskers and beady prawn eyes boil and bubble and twitch around and the surface is adorned with an occasional humble black bristly hair.

“you know what,” you thought to yourself. “even though the food’s the same old stuff we’ve been eatin for months, it still looks yummy as always. Good ole cook, am i right??!”

you’re about to dig in- then you hear a bottle smash and tremulous tinny clanging from across the dining hall, near the canteen line. the hall goes quiet.

a short, square-ish pink dolphin stands next to a splat of foodslop seeping through the floorboards, and a broken bottle of booze rolling about in its mess. a beefy looking porpoise behind the dolphin is quivering with rage.

“YOU STUPID PINKIE!!!! you’re holdin’ up the entire boat. and we’re FUCKIN’ hungry. you’re always fumblin’ about, it’s always you, i’ve seen ya before. What’s yer name???”

“my name’s eddie. sorry i just can’t help it. i’ve been feelin weak and light headded for a while, i drop stuff an-”

“you’re not grateful at all. we all work day an night to put food on the table for ya, and you just spread it all on the boards like it’s sealshit. time after time. you’re causin us all to get weaker an frail. yer an anchor on us all, pal,” the beef says and then spits, his blubber twitching, and his eyes wide and round like shiny black buttons. his gaze was locked on to the dolphin.

eddie doesn’t respond immediately. he swoops at a beerbottle by the canteen and fills himself up, staring straight up at the beefy portpoise looming over him. his face gets redder and his eyes get angrier. “i said i can’t help that!!!!!! i do my bit too you know, working on this ship.. i’ll have you know i killed all the shrimp for this meal, you should be thanking me you know!!!! I don’t ask for anything, i just want to eat!!!” eddie starts piping up, grabbing another two bottles from the canteen and getting them down. the beef follows suit. “you know i’m basically holding up this entire crew. you should all love me, and i don’t understand why you treat me like fucking shit. i drop a tray, who fucking cares!!!!! go ask Cook, he wouldn’t give a single fuck you know, because he’s NICE!!!! IF YOU ALL LOOOOVE COOK SO BAD WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING ACT LIKE HIM, look at you all!!!!! blundering half-baked bruisers only living to kill. Cook's a GENTLEMAN, unlike you witless delinquents. HE RESPECTS ME, AND HE’D JOIN ME IN BEATING YOU UP, like RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!”

“Oh yeah, you stack of invertebrate blubber, let’s fucking go.”

*rolls up sleeves and battle music starts*

happens while he’s still with his old cetacean crewmates (before he ends up at Tawlypool), which is what i’m planning to be chapter 2 of the great electromagnetic.

the tune’s made on jummbox! it’s a modded version of beepbox, which is an online music maker tool. seriously guys try it out it’s so fun and just keep making stuff.. YOU WILL END UP WITH SOMETING COOL EVENTUALLY think of the room full of monkeys typewriter scenario (you know what i mean)

LMAO i didn’t expect to write this right now but here it is... this is literally such a procrastination move you guys need to know i have a social policy exam in 3 days

#the great electromagnetic #character theme #clip studio paint #eddie #jummbus #chapter 2 #eddietune

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clarenecessities · 2 years

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BTS for Prince of Cats? 👀

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

oooh, hard one. most of what i’d put in a behind the scenes already goes in the end notes... but i think you deserve a hint as a treat for asking, and it is my favorite thus far, so let’s cover Adrien’s dream at the end of chapter 13.

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors

Adrien dreamed.

He dreamed and it wasn't like his last dream, its stark reality, the feeling of his body moving without his input or control. Things were appropriately hazy around the edges, and he was initially disoriented.

The difference between this dream & his last (witnessing Noroo’s murder) is that this is him subconsciously tapping into Plagg’s thoughts, whereas the first was him accessing someone else’s memory.

It was a place he'd never been before, a sídhe with high ceilings and corbelled edges, full of magic so choppy he felt a bit seasick.

This sídhe is under/part of Eamhain Mhacha. There is no internal structure within it--around 95 BC a roundhouse was built on the site, filled with stones (about 3 meters high) and then burned and buried. Absolutely no corbelling took place but i’m a huge sucker for quality corbelling you know? I wanted to sort of evoke the clocháin, and more importantly Neolithic passage tombs.

In the exact center of the sídhe, Tikki was consoling a woman with bells in her long blonde hair, who was sobbing so fiercely it was a wonder she could still breathe.

well, it’s pretty obvious but i do love red herrings so yeah, just to confirm, this is Émilie. Her familiar’s just been murdered & she isn’t handling it well.

Adrien initially assumed she was the source of the chaos, but he turned around and discovered a second stranger, a tall man with a shock of hair the color of freshly fallen snow, dressed all in black save for a circle of white on the front of his shirt.

There were two reasons for making Plagg pale as shit & giving him white haired anime boy syndrome. One: The taijitu. Plagg (and the black cat miraculous) are yin, the white/masculine half, regardless of what color the cat ends up being. The white dot on his shirt is just to mirror the one on his chest when he’s in cat form. Reason two: The alternative was white Tikki, black Plagg & even bearing in mind that they’re both outside the human range of skintones & that destruction is just as essential to life on earth, uh... well. I didn’t want to make the embodiment of misfortune a black man & the embodiment of benevolence a white woman. That feels like some Disney in the 40s type shit to put in my cartoon fanfiction u know?

The man didn't acknowledge him, but Adrien was certain in the way only dreams allow that he knew Adrien was there.

“You have to get out,” said Tikki, over the piteous keening of the woman in her arms. “The geas—”

A geas is like a boon with a catch. You follow the rules, or there will consequences (usually, you die). But in a lot of cases, following the rules awards sick ass benefits, so it’s not that bad. If you follow the rules, Plagg.

“I'm going,” said the man, and Adrien's back went ramrod straight. He knew that voice. “I just—I couldn't—I can't just—“

“I know,” Tikki said heavily. “I know, Plagg, but you have to go. They're coming. We're almost out of time.”

Here’s that fun little hint for you: The geas has it that no man may watch their arrival, and they are not the threat Plagg fears.

“I'll protect you,” Plagg told both of them, one hand on a sword Adrien had never seen before, the other over the spot on his chest. His eyes flashed with magic. “I'll guard the sídhe, I'll—”

That said, they still have no idea who killed Duusu, so he does fear quite a bit at the moment.

“Gabriel,” choked the woman between her sobs, “get Gabriel, Plagg. Please.”

“I—” said Plagg, looking between Tikki and the woman with a lost expression. “I can't—”

“Go,” said Tikki. She smiled at him, a trace of sadness in it, like it hurt them all to send him away, “I will protect her. Find Gabriel. Consider it an order.”

Tikki is more than capable of defending the sídhe on her own, and her connection to Plagg means that they’ll be on mental two-way radio the whole time. He’s just being overly sentimental, and it’s risking the geas breaking & dooming them all

Plagg smiled back, but it was tight and uncomfortable, alien to Adrien even beyond this unfamiliar face.

“I'll find him,” promised Plagg, and the sídhe vanished in a flash of green that slowly paled to the color of freshly fallen snow.

I mean, spoilers, but. He found him!

#answers #clare's writing #i'm working on the others too but the first one got eaten so i've changed gears lol

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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Invisible part IlII. || yandere! bully! sukuna! x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader!

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: y/n is still kidnapped but sukuna has to do a little detective work, swearing, demons, a little bit of violence, sukuna has a sensory overload attack, this chapter’s going to be mostly from Sukuna’s perspective, also! Sukari aka Sukuna and Itadori’s dad is basically Sukuna in his true form -> fun fact, his name translates to sugar which best describes his personality!

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: from now on, this story will be updated once a week every Friday (since that’s the last time this was updated ahuhuhu)! the taglist is still open so don’t forget to comment on this post to be added or privately message me if you’d like! to be completely, honest this story is taking a much softer turn than i had anticipated but i’m having lots of fun writing this! soft yanderes (peep how its plural) for everyone! reader’s starting to act more and more like a tsundere hehe. but don’t worry, angst is always waiting around the corner for us 👯‍♀️

How dare you ignore his calls? How dare you not show your face to him whenever he so pleases? How dare you ignore the oldest Prince of Hell? How dare you make him talk to your shitty friends and ask where you were?

Even those fuck faces didn’t know where you were and told him that you may have went to visit your family or some shit. Wouldn’t you have texted him about that? Where the fuck were you?

He’d even gone as far as to go to your work place and ask them if they’d seen you. Your-so-called work best friend didn’t know where you were either and said you’d been skipping out on work a few days. Now that worried him.

His only logical thought was to go and look in your apartment for any trace of you or at least a hint to where you had run off to.

Sukuna knocked on your door a few times and waited. No response. He glanced around his surroundings for a moment and then phased through your front door. However, as soon as he did he fell to his knees and grabbed at his chest, gasping for air. The amount of demonic energy in your apartment overwhelmed his senses and he felt himself shifting between his human form and demon form, trying to get his mind under wraps. He clenched his stomach and groaned, rolling around on the floor as a headache began to pound at his temples. The lightning switch between forms was unbearably painful but he needed to get his shit together. He still had to investigate.

Not realizing it, black tears had began to run down his face, his pupils blown out as he slowly got onto his hands and knees and began crawling towards your bedroom looking like a pitiful puppy.

When he’d finally reached your bedroom he managed to get on his feet and then he began to tremble, realizing what had happened and where you were.

“That fucking old man,” he roared, bursting into pitch black flames that nearly set your entire building ablaze, his fists clenching as he began to throw a bit of a fit in your poor bedroom, tossing things around in anger, “I’LL KILL HIM!”

The demon prince began to approach the throne and pointed a finger at his massive father who simply smiled down at him, “Tell me where they are or I’ll kill you, old man.”

Said man smiled affectionately at his son who hadn’t seen in quite some time, ignoring the fact that he’d just been threatened. “That’s no way to greet your Papa, little monster,” the man then slid off his throne and approached his son with all four arms stretched out before he engulfed the angry, significantly smaller man in a vice grip, hugging him tightly, “Ah! I knew you would come! I’ve missed my little monster!”

Sukuna growls at the large man and teleports from his arms, putting distance between them. “Cut the fucking shit and tell me where they are,” he basically barked, glaring at the multi-armed man with hatred in his eyes.

“Ahh, you really do take after my other half,” Sukari sighed, shaking his head before he decided to finally answer the question, “They’re fine. I put them in their own little area, Jiji’s been keeping ‘em company.”

That set Sukuna off even more.

“You did WHAT?!” His spiked hair burst into flames, flickering in anger, “What the FUCK, old man? Where are they? What were you even thinking? Have you lost your damn mind?”

“First of all, woah, ouch, that hurts my feelings. Second of all, they’re adjusting pretty well. I was a little iffy at first with you dating a mortal but I don’t mind this one. They’re quite cute and so tiny. Surely you could make some interesting heirs with them, yes?”

Sukuna’s jaw nearly fell right off and onto the floor after hearing his demon dad’s words. It took him a second to fully process before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, unconsciously pouting.

“As if I’d need your fucking permission anyways, old man. I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he spat but then grumbled a few words under his breath, “They would look good swollen with my spawn, wouldn’t they?”

He wouldn’t admit it. Never, absolutely never. But his chest nearly swelled with pride when his father had given his blessing to date you. Secretly, Sukuna had always been a little bit of a daddy’s boy but if someone called him that to his face he would surely kill their entire family in front of them and leave them to suffer alone.

He then shook his head quickly before seemingly relaxing just a little bit, speaking in a much calmer tone, “Where are they?”

Sukari smiled with his eyes and then snapped his fingers, blipping Sukuna off into the distance in front of a somewhat familiar door. He then heard voices beyond the door, raising an eyebrow as he opened the door slowly to peek inside of it.

…

“Hah! He looks so cute here! Can I have a copy of this? I need it,” you cooed as you looked over Yuuji’s shoulder at the photo album he was currently holding, looking down at a picture of tiny sukuna in his cute little kimono with a scowl on his face.

The two of you were sitting on the floor behind a bookshelf, looking through a photo album that Yuuji had offered to show you the day before.

“Sure! You can have this one, Papa’s got a crap ton hidden away somewhere, don’t tell anyone I told you that,” the boy whispered, snickering a little as he took out the polaroid photo and gave it to you, watching as you tucked it away into the front pocket on the sweatshirt you were given to wear.

“Fine fine, it’s our little secret, Jiji,” you cooed, stroking his hair in a soft manner.

Sukuna’s jaw clenched at the sight of you being so affectionate towards his younger brother and decided to make his presence known.

“The hell are you two lookin’ at?”

Both you and Yuuji nearly jumped out of your skin when you suddenly heard Sukuna’s booming voice, both of you whipping your head around to look at the source.

Yuuji’s entire face lit up, and just like his father had done, he jumped up to go and attack his elder brother with a monster hug, squeezing the life out of him with monstrous strength. Yuuji’s super demon strength always seemed to surprise Sukuna but that wasn’t what he was here for, he hesitantly hugged the boy back but let his eyes drift to you.

Your eyes locked for a brief second and then you stood up, eyeing him suspiciously with your arms crossed over your chest, not saying a word.

Sukuna eventually pulled the frighteningly strong boy off of him and grunted, “Hey brat, I’ll hang out with you later. I gotta talk to Y/N first though so get lost.” He then shoved the boy towards the door, Yuuji took the hint and waved while calling out to you, “See you later, Y/N!”

When the demonic ball of sunshine had finally left the library, you were left alone with Sukuna, staring at him in silence with a blank expression on your face.

He was waiting for you to say something. Anything. He couldn’t even read what you were feeling right now and it irked him to no end, what was going on in that pretty little head of yours?

The silence seemed to continue but then you finally moved, reaching down to pick up the discarded photo album to put it back where it came from. Sukuna followed closely behind you, still waiting for you to say something, he didn’t like your silence. It was like you were completely ignoring his presence.

“Aren’t you gonna say something? Get angry?” He quipped, looking at your back, “I know you’re thinking about somethin’, just say it already for fuckssake.”

You sharply inhaled and then turned towards him, making a face. “What do you want me to say, Sukuna? I don’t know what you’re expecting, I’m still trying to process all of this bullshit that’s been going on for the past few days. And weirdly enough, I’m not even mad right now.”

His eye twitched and he gave a look that silently told you to continue.

Sighing, you rubbed at the back of your neck in frustration, trying to piece your thoughts together in a way that you could understand. “I— I don’t know. I’m still a little skeptical about everything that’s going on but I don’t feel scared for some reason. I mean, shouldn’t I be? Your dad fuckin’ kidnapped me so he could get you to come and visit him. And that guy’s HUGE and has so many arms??? They all move! That’s not a costume, if it was he’s really good at cosplaying. At first I was pissed off because why the hell should I be involved with your goddamn family drama but then I was like— wow, that’s kinda cute. Big scary demon man misses his lil’ demon baby, I gotta help him. Why don’t you call your dad more often? He obviously cares about you! Poor big guy doesn’t deserve such an asshole of a son!” You start rambling about how shitty Sukuna is as a son and miss the wave of emotions that cross over his face as you lecture him about being a better one.

Shouldn’t you be angry at him for lying to you and being, well— a demon and not an actual human being? Not to mention, you were kidnapped and brought down to Hell? What kind of mortal are you? And why weren’t you talking about the last time you two had been together, even so, he couldn’t help but to be a little shit.

“Wow, you’re really starting to sound like you’re apart of the family. Does that mean you’ve accepted your place in my heart?”

You nearly faint from the accusation but react rather violently by slapping his arm, “What? Y-you fucking wish, you firey cunt! You’re so lucky I like you or else I would choke you to death right fucking now in this goddamn librar-“

“Woah woah woah, rewind, record scratch. You like me? Oh sweet cheeks, I’m flattered. You’re finally returning my feelings.”

Realizing that you’d just shamelessly confessed you stand frozen for a second and then bark at him, “YEAH, AND SO WHAT? PIECE O’ SHIT!! I SAID WHAT I FUCKIN’ SAID!”

He joyously listens to you as you curse him out using every curse word you could think of but then watches as you stop and stare at the pleased smile on his face.

“Why do you look like you just won the lottery? Ew, quit smiling at me like that you creepy demon man,” you hiss, covering yourself like you were naked and exposed.

“God. You’re so cute.”

“Don’t you EVER say that to my face ever again.”

…

A bit of time had passed and now you were sitting at the dinner table, chowing down on some tasty food that had been prepared.

For the past few days you’d basically been living with Yuuji and Sukari which had been surprisingly pleasant. Oddly enough, it totally beat living alone and you felt pretty comfortable around the two of them despite them being such powerful, demonic beings. You were a little spooked by Sukari at first but then came to realize that both him and Yuuji seemed to share the same personality but Sukari also had Sukuna’s smarts. (Sorry Yuuji my lil’ dumb dumb) They really all were related, both Sukuna and Yuuji being carbon copies of the man that reached nearly 11 feet tall, or 335 centimeters to be more precise.

Speaking of height, every single thing in this mansion, or modern castle as you’d observed, was gigantic to accommodate for the demon king’s size, even the bed you slept in was gigantic which you didn’t seem to mind.

You were swallowed up in the seat you resided in at the dinner table, your legs kicking around as you couldn’t seem to reach the floor with them.

“So, little Y/N, when do you plan on marrying my son?” Sukari asked rather cheerfully, eyes flickering to you as he watched you enjoy the food one of the servants had prepared.

Simultaneously, you and Sukuna dropped your forks and nearly broke your necks as the both of you whipped your heads around to stare up at the gentle giant who was calmly eating from his own plate.

“Old man… what the hell?”

“Him and I aren’t even dating yet. Why would we be getting married anytime soon?” You questioned, furrowing your brows at the large man.

Sukuna whipped his head around the second time and stared at you, gauging your words before sputtering out, “Y-yet?”

“Wow bro, you haven’t even asked them out yet? Better hurry up before I do!” Yuuji cheerfully piped in, laughing at the bewildered expression on Sukuna’s face.

“As if I’d consider some immature brat as my competition, keep dreamin’ kid,” he spat, flipping the bird to the younger pinket.

“Hm… well, actually, Jiji’s cute. I wouldn’t mind dating him if he asked me out on a date or two. You and I haven’t even been on an official date,” you corrected, pointing a finger at Sukuna who gapes at you like you had just stabbed him in the back and through his heart, “Don’t look at me like that, you’re acting like I just broke up with you. Plus, he’s too young for me so don’t get too bitchy, ‘kuna.”

Well, technically, both Sukuna and Yuuji were well over a thousand years old but you didn’t need to know that— not unless you explicitly asked, which you hadn’t.

Hearing this, he childishly turned to his brother and laughed at him with such force that he shook the dinner table before proudly announcing, “Hear that, lil’ brat? They wouldn’t date you anyways! Haha! Eat a dick.”

Yuuji pouted and then looked at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes he could muster, “Could we still go out on friend dates though…?”

You coo at his adorable face and nearly squeal at how cute he is before calming yourself down, nodding at him and offering a little smile, “Sure. You still have to take me for a tour of this place after all! All my friends are gonna be so jealous when I tell them I went shopping in Hell!”

Y/N could feel the burning gaze that belonged to Sukuna aiming for the side of their face but they decided to ignore him, opting for chatting with Yuuji about when they would go out together.

Big mistake, Y/N. Big. Fucking. Mistake.

Hi! Author here, I love Sukuna but the monsterfucker side of me wants Sukari 👨‍🦯 Big monsters make me go HEEEEEEEE. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this comedic filler chapter! Don’t worry, it’s gonna get darker again

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏷: @soberdipity

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msmarvelwrites · 3 years

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For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter.

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills.

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over.

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else.

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried.

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face.

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for.

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either.

You could, however, blame yourself.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand.

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!”

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you.

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background.

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at-

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you.

“Y/n?”

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before.

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off, “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.”

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Here we go again, huh?” You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose.

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold.

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in.

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.”

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity.

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked.

You just fit.

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought.

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?”

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts.

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say.

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did.

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver.

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it.

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience.

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him.

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil.

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open.

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat.

“You didn't even call…”

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did…

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt.

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his.

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm.

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.”

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!”

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car. “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes.

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze.

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough.

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on.

“Well, if you had just called me—”

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt.

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before.

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he.

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine.

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips.

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more.

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped.

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him.

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.”

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers.

“Do you still love me like you did?” He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice.

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat.

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you.

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt.

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace.

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix.

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure.

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him.

“Bucky, I-”

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core.

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!”

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck.

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant.

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

“Doll, that was-”

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?”

#bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #tfatws

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alrightberries · 3 years

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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