#i........was not expecting to suddenly get REALLY into this idea lmfao

[magicxc]

Pillow Talk

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black Reader - Things They Say In Bed

Word Count: 640

Warnings: just a tad bit of FUCKING

A/N: I’ve been directly inspired by the girlies and their idea of what these 2D men be saying in bed. I wanted to create my own version of that, but it turned out totally different than what I was going for; and for good reason too - cause this was so much fun!! Who had your favorite saying?

Eren  - “a relationship should be 50/50. I give you my last name and you scream my first.”

You were praying to the high heavens that this wasnt your proposal. Knees touching your shoulders, Eren had the tendency to get lost in the sauce; uttering things he surely didn't mean, like the time he promised to bring you back the moon and the stars from outer space. 

Levi - “when did you realise the y in ‘your girl’ is silent?”

Eyes brimmed over with tears and mascara running, Levi couldn't have found you prettier than in this very moment. It's something about the drool slathered across your chin and your messy hair that looked so raw, so authentically pleasing. His dick slid past your lips once more, your cheeks hallowed and tongue flat. The bright light of the flash signaled that he was indeed recording; sending the video straight to Kenny you assumed. But you couldn’t be bothered to care. This can either go terribly wrong or terribly right. 

Erwin - “the baby factory is about to get its first employee.”

Hips tilted on pillows and legs wrapped around his waist, Erwin holds you like that for a little while longer trying his best to make sure that his seed takes. Small kisses get placed on your cheek, lips, and neck. Heavily sighing in content, it dawns on you that you could absolutely fall asleep like this. 

Connie - “if hot women are going to lie, it should at least be on top of me.”

Lmfao he's so damn dramatic. All this because girls night went a little longer than expected. You’d promise Connie a movie together when you came home, but things took a little longer than expected and it was too late. All he had the energy for now was cuddles; unable to fall asleep unless half your body was draped over his. 

Jean - “I've never kissed under the cameltoe or whatever it is that Santa said.”

On bended knee, Jean’s face stood eye to eye with your kitty cat. Mahogany legs on full display as you adorned his favorite black chemise set, he couldn't help but beg for a taste before you headed to bed for the night. You knew you’d be a bit of a tease wearing this to sleep, but the set was sexy and you really wanted the chance to enjoy your lingerie without having it ripped off of you. Just a taste though, you thought. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. But you knew better! Because although that's how it always started, that’s rarely where it ended. 

Onyankopon - “the only thing another nigga can take from me is notes.” 

His calloused palm pressed harder into your ass cheek, your face smushed deep into the pillows. The relentless driving of Ony’s hips into yours is another stark reminder that you were his and only his. This is surely the last time you’d ever dream of entertaining another man. 

Reiner - “if you dont have my children can you still be my mommy?”

Mommy kink alert!! Who would've thought that Reiner had a mommy kink? Who would’ve thought that it’d turn you on? Either way, the driving of his fingers into your cunt just got drenched in your approval. 

Armin - “we can watch the movie or make a movie.”

Is this not the meaning of Netflix and chill? Armin considers himself intelligent, but he couldnt have felt slower in this moment. Thankfully your endless cackling had put him to ease. However, his question did get you thinking. 

Floch - “my ears are always sore because your absence is so loud.”

Wrapped tightly in his arms, Floch languidly thrusts into you; his lips touching the shell of your ear as he professes his love. While this had started out as a fling, suddenly he was becoming too much to resist.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #AOT #Attack on Titan #attack on titan smut #snk #shinjeki no kyojin #aot smut #pillow mf talk #eren yeager #levi ackerman #erwin smith #connie springer #jean kirstein #onyankopon x black reader #reiner braun #armin arlert #floch forster #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x black reader #black reader

[kiwiana-writes]

Fic Pride Friday

Thank you to the fabulous @rmd-writes for the tag! As always, though, with 239 fanworks on AO3, this is a beast of a task lmfao.

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

This got long (and I'm like... actively trying not to Feel Bad™️ about that), so four fandoms' worth of snippets under the cut!

Tagging: @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise

@dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @whimsymanaged

And, of course, an open tag to whoever wants to play!

Red White & Royal Blue

What a beautiful tone aka introspective rimming:

Henry has touched Alex in a thousand different ways since he shook the hand of a beautiful boy with a yellow ipê-amarelo in his pocket and fell in love, so he doesn’t quite understand why he’s trembling as he rolls them both until Alex is on his back, hair spread out on the pillow, lips parted slightly and eyes filled with trust as Henry settles on top of him. With his arms bracketing Alex’s shoulders, Henry places a hand on Alex’s jaw and pours all the love and pride that’s been coursing through his veins since Alex delivered his speech into a deep kiss, his tongue running along Alex’s bottom lip, coaxing it further open. The noise Alex makes in response is devastating. He’s a live wire, arching up into Henry’s touch in a way that is somehow both entirely nonsexual and an unbelievable turn on. Alex moves like he’s trying to crawl inside Henry’s skin, letting out soft moans and shivering gasps that burrow their way between Henry’s fourth and fifth ribs and carve out a place for themselves there, somewhere only Alex has ever reached.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, the coffee shop 5+1 where Alex is so hot it very literally makes Henry stupid:

“How can I do you today?” Bollocksing, buggering fuck. Henry’s going to have to migrate to Tristan Da Cunha. Actually, while that’s the most remote place he knows of, he’s also fairly certain they’re a British Overseas Territory and therefore speak English, which isn’t particularly helpful in his current predicament. He’ll brainstorm, though he expects that the long and sordid history of global British colonisation is really not going to be his friend here. Walking Wet Dream blinks slowly—once, twice—before his face splits into a wide grin. “Tempting fucking offer, sweetheart.” A tongue peeks out to wet a pair of plump lips, which only provides Henry with some extremely vivid ideas for what else might look good between those same lips, and oh Christ, if he actually gets hard underneath this hideous apron he’ll have to lock himself in his own basement. The fact that he doesn’t have a basement is immaterial, really.

A Practical Arrangement, the arranged marriage AU -- tbh I'm proud of ALL of Alex's internal narration about Henry in chapter one but this is a particular favourite:

“I thought Windsor valued courtly manners?” Alex grins widely, tampering down a smirk at the way Henry’s ridiculously chiselled jaw twitches, obviously displeased at the way Alex is going off-script. “As your betrothed, surely you should be showering me with compliments as you greet me?” Henry raises an eyebrow, and looks at Alex in a way that makes him suddenly, viscerally aware of the four inches of height Henry has on him. It’s a height difference that has always put Alex on edge; it never used to be the case, Alex is pretty sure from the vague memories he has of them in their younger years, but between one meeting and the next, suddenly Henry was no longer at his eye level. “As soon as I find something to compliment, I assure you I shall do so.” Alex almost laughs; that was funny. Rude and untrue, but funny. It’s a shocking amount of personality for Henry to display. “Back in Texas, they extol my many virtues, Your Royal Highness,” he drawls, pointedly ignoring June’s scoff. “Do you need me to give you a list?” “I’m sure they do,” Henry says gravely, but there’s a flicker of something at the corner of his mouth that could almost be a smirk. There’s a long pause before he adds: “…in Texas.” Alex’s jaw drops before he can stop it. That absolute fucker.

Kinda think that I might be his type, the Alex and Bea fake dating fic that blew up in a way I wasn't expecting but am forever grateful for; I'm proud of this whole damn fic but this line made me get up and walk away from my computer after writing it lmao:

“Don’t worry, though.” He winks at Bea, tampering down a grin at the way she bites her lip as she realises whatever he’s about to say is at serious risk of making her laugh. “We’re not going to wait until I’m out of school to start popping out great-grandbabies for you. I wanna be papi for real, not just to my little honeypot here, if you know what I mean.” The sharp clatter of Mary’s teacup against her saucer thankfully drowns out the choked wheezing sound from Bea’s throat; Alex only risks glancing at Bea for a moment, just enough to realise she’s fighting for her life not to burst out laughing. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up before he sounds like he’s reading lines from a terribly scripted and vaguely racist porno.

Puck It, the college hockey AU with my favourite analogy I've ever written:

Alex is aware that he might be bisexual in the same way he’s aware that he might be allergic to cats; there have been a few brief interactions to make him think it’s probably true, but so far it hasn’t had any impact on his life, so he hasn’t really had a reason to look into it and find out for sure. Now, faced with Henry’s clavicle and the sudden, vivid mental image of sinking his teeth into it, he’s not sure how theoretical it is anymore.

Handprints in wet cement, the 5+1 celebration of Henry's Oxford Slut Phase that is just so important to me:

“It’s not.” Alex’s fingers flex a little, digging into Henry’s skin. “It’s— you had all these experiences, and sometimes I can’t believe you want to share them all with me. That you’ll just tell me about them, and if it’s something we’re both into, we can just… go for it. It means a lot. You know that, right?” Henry blinks at him. If he’s honest, he’s never really understood Alex’s eagerness to hear about Henry’s uni hookups; Henry himself, while not bothered by Alex’s own past, has never felt any particular need to seek out stories about it either. He’d just assumed it was another facet of Alex’s insatiable need to understand things; he hadn’t realised it was important.

I've carried this song in my mind, the Arthur-from-beyond-the-grave fic, have one of the many MANY passages that made me cry to write lmfao:

You don’t need to find Orion, Arthur wants to tell him. I’m in every constellation, in your heart, in your soul. I’m here. I’m always here. But Henry can’t hear him.

Schitt's Creek

Wander Where They Will, aka the swans fic:

It felt like only a moment later that something woke him, though the pitch-black room made it obvious it had been several hours since he dozed off. It had been so long since he was in such close proximity to other people that David didn’t realise what he was hearing, at first. The gasp that rang out in the silence made his eyes snap open and his body tense up, and there was a thump and a high-pitched, muffled moan before the realisation slammed into him. He shifted in the bed, trying to block out the sounds out of a sense of… privacy, he supposed, or decorum. That must be why his stomach was clenching, so tight he could barely breathe. Patrick, it seemed, approached lovemaking the way David has seen him approach everything else—quiet, determined, methodical. All the noises coming from their corner of the cottage seemed to be Rachel’s; only a rhythmic panting betrayed Patrick’s part in the process. Even at the end, he barely made a sound. David couldn’t help thinking, as silence filled the cottage and pulled him backwards into sleep, that it was a terrible shame; that everyone deserved the kind of pleasure that rushed through them, untamed and uncontrollable.

Femslash February 2021, where I decided one entry needed to not only be a drabble (100 words exactly) like every other day's prompt, but ALSO a sonnet:

A princess resides in a castle fair Who Stevie beholds when sneaking ashore— With aquamarine eyes and golden hair, She’s all that Stevie is so longing for. If she had legs, or the princess a tail, Perhaps Stevie could be part of her world— But fate's harsh currents their union assails, Separating them with an eddy's whirl. So Stevie lingers, and watches, and dreams About a union between sea and land, Wishing it weren't as complex as it seems For them to lie together on the sand. But unbeknownst, a princess dreams, too— Of a raven-haired mermaid, pure and true.

And all the rest's illusion, the fic where Patrick works through his feelings about the word queer and every single comment made me cry:

And that’s really the crux of the issue, because it’s not that he’s uncomfortable in his sexuality. If he was, that would be easier to explain — right from the start, David never put a label onto him. Patrick was the one who’d whispered I’m gay into the sliver of space between them that night at Stevie’s, and David had just given him the same easy smile and nod that Patrick’s sure he would have received if instead his declaration had been I’m bi or I’m pan or I don’t know right now. His discomfort is more of a nagging, deep-seated fear that he’s not entitled to queer; that because he’s never been called a slur or worried about whether or not it was safe to kiss his partner in public or even come out to his parents, the word isn’t his to reclaim.

I haven't met the new me yet, the fic where I just dragged everyone onto the Jake/Rachel train with me by force, no I don't care that they never met in canon:

Despite herself, her eyes keep finding her way back to one of the pool players. He’s tall and well-built, with a close-cropped beard; he carries himself easily, joking with his friend, the flannel shirt stretching across his back as he lines up his next shot. When he stands up after sinking the ball easily, he turns around too quickly for Rachel to pretend she was looking elsewhere and their eyes meet. The smile he gives her isn’t quite cocky, though it’s close; it’s just confident, and confidence has always done something for her. She smiles back before picking up her beer, draining the last of it and trying not to grin around the neck of the bottle when his eyes drop to her throat as she does. She’d forgotten how good it can feel, to flirt with a stranger across a… okay, this isn’t exactly a crowded room, but still. Across a room. She doesn’t make any secret of watching as the guy and his friend finish up the game, the one she’s watching sinking the black easily with several of the stripes still on the table, and he hands his cue to his friend before striding over to the bar and leaning over to get the bartender’s attention.

Meet me out at the end of my rope, aka angstapalooza. The outline @ships-to-sail gave me for the end of chapter three just read "David leaves after possibly the most tender but heart wrenching kiss they’ve ever had, that’s ever been written, ever, in the history of written kissing" and then I had to... write that???

Patrick puts the box down gently before he holds his hand out. When David places the key in his palm Patrick wraps his fingers around David’s, their palms pressed together. Despite everything, it still feels like coming home; before he quite realises what he’s doing he presses Patrick back into the doorframe, his free hand wrapping around Patrick’s neck as he pours all the emotion swirling around inside him into one final kiss. Patrick, for his part, tugs David in close, his fingers winding through David’s hair as he shakes under David’s touch. When David finally pulls away he can see Patrick’s cheeks are wet with tears, and he knows his are too. He doesn’t know if they’re his own or Patrick’s or both. Patrick stares at him, his tone helpless. “You’re the love of my life, David Rose.” David closes his eyes as his resolve almost breaks. When he opens them again, Patrick’s face is blurry and indistinct in front of him as he tries not to let more tears fall. “No one is ever going to love me the way you did.” The words are choked out, but when Patrick opens his mouth to reply David shakes his head to stop him. “But no one ever lied to me like you did, either.”

How much love will you happily take -- I apparently awakened a humiliation kink in multiple people with this one and I will never not be proud of that 🤣

“No, that’s not— it’s not for lack of trying.” David being so kind about this is making it ten times harder to spit the words out and he drops his gaze, picking at Stevie’s faded bedspread so he doesn’t have to see the look in David’s eyes. He can feel the all-too-familiar crackle of humiliation crawling up his spine, knows his embarrassment is clear on his face, and it makes his throat tighten and his stomach clench and his cock twitch and he hates it, loves it, wants to poke at it like a bruise until it consumes him. “It’s been, um, a size issue?” There’s a beat, and then David is placing a gentle finger under his chin and turning Patrick to face him. His face is warm and open and Patrick likes him so much it’s kind of terrifying; he desperately needs this night not to end up another disaster.  “That,” David says, voice soft, “is only an issue if we make it an issue. And I don’t plan on making it an issue.”

Wearing glass slippers, I got my Chucks, the Stevie/Alexis tattoo/flower shop AU my beloved:

“Did people send you flowers when your aunt passed away?” Alexis asks pointedly.  “Yeah.” She doesn’t say, It was a huge pain in the ass, actually, because I had to throw them all out when they died, but from the look Alexis is giving her at least some of that must show on her face.  “Congratulations and commiserations,” she says slowly. “That’s when everyone wants to give flowers: births, deaths, weddings, anniversaries. It’s like, human nature or whatever. There’s something…” she takes a deep breath. “It’s a sign of trust, I think. To be a tiny part of someone’s biggest moments like that. Even if just from the sidelines.” Stevie has tattooed children’s names and wedding bands, handprints and pawprints and important dates. She’s never thought about it quite like that before. “I get that,” she murmurs. 

Great Acoustics, aka the cast did a Zoom thing in-character during Covid and had a throwaway line to justify David and Patrick not being in the same room and I just entered a fugue state and wrote porn about it in like an hour:

They make it ten days before their first noise complaint, which is frankly about nine days longer than David expected. They’ve been worse than usual, to be fair, with something as simple as a lockable door apparently now an aphrodisiac to both of them. Patrick goes about twelve shades of red when the official notice is pushed under their door, and then the pillow makes a reappearance.  It’s all very fucking hot, actually, seeing buttoned-up, in-control Patrick reduced to a whimpering, begging, uncontrollable mess. Eventually, David manages to convince him that if something must go in his mouth during sex, there are several better options. No, not that. Well, obviously, sometimes that.

A focused moment made, kinkverse part one that I very much intended to be a oneshot lmfao RIP

For a few moments, the only sound is their combined harsh breathing as they recover. Almost before David realises what’s happening he’s being pulled gently to his feet, and then Patrick is framing David’s face in his hands and kissing him soundly. And David’s been kissed a lot during a scene, and a few times before one, but never once has someone kissed him in a sex club after they’ve already come. He lets out a startled but not unhappy yelp and Patrick takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into David’s now-open mouth, chasing the taste of himself, making them both groan. Finally Patrick releases him with one last, almost chaste, kiss. He drops one hand but leaves the other on David’s cheek, gazing carefully at him, his face soft and open. “I’ve never done that before, with a guy,” Patrick confesses after a moment of silence.  David raises an eyebrow, quirks a lip. “The flogging or the blowjob?” “Uh,” Patrick scratches the back of his head as he flushes slightly. “Both? But also, um.” His eyes flicker down to David’s lips and back up, and David gives a soft little Oh of understanding.  “Baby dom and baby gay, huh?”

Your heart is keeping time with me, the 50 First Dates AU that I think has the best ending I've ever written? So, uh, spoilers-ish, I guess:

This isn’t a romantic comedy. There will be no miraculous, medically impossible recovery. Every morning for the rest of his life, David will wake up and have to be told that he has a husband he doesn’t recognise; a husband who loves him. But after he’s been told, Patrick will set out to prove it to him, with laughter and music and patient understanding. And because love is so much more than conscious memory, David will go to sleep each night in Patrick’s arms, safe and secure and content. Even though it’s not a film or a fairytale, they will still live happily ever after.

Other

We always walked a very thin line, aka the fic I furiously spite-wrote in three hours after watching Happiest Season lmfao:

When they were little, they were convinced if they practised enough they could develop some sort of psychic link; talk to each other over long distances without tying up the phone lines their dads always used for important business calls. They gave up eventually, but Riley finds herself desperately wishing for the talent now. Come on, Harper. Be braver for her than you were for me. “She’s lying!” The words burst hysterically out of Harper’s mouth, and Riley’s heart sinks.

We knew we were the fortunate ones, because obviously I watched episode 3 of The Last Of Us and immediately started writing, what do you take me for?

He knows that the last four years have been kinder to him than to almost anyone else; he also knows that he doesn’t look like those men in the magazines, the ones he used to drive thirty miles out of his way to buy, shoulders hunched and not making eye contact with the store clerk in case he found himself subjected to judgement — or worse, conversation.

#fic pride friday #kiwiana-writes

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem auntie buggy ideas again bc AAAA BRANROT I LOVE WOMEN-

Ya know,,,,, how Oda said,,,,,, Buggy COULD be really fucking powerful if there was effort put in? What if in transfem Buggy world, the effort was due to dysphoria-fueled depression and anxiety. Coming out ((and having such blatant and unrepentant support, from her lovers AND the Guild in its entirety)) leads to her actually... feel okay-ish. It's not a sudden in-all-fix-it ((she needs a PLETHORA of therapies)), but it starts her on a good path. Thay first step was difficult, but it was made... so much easier. Which leads to the second step. The third. The fourth.

And now that Buggy isn't having seventy four panic attacks every three minutes, she can devote some Brain Space to other things - her weapon making has become a sort of fidget toy type of situation, and she's.. actually really gotten a knack for this, over the years. She'd never call herself prodigal ((lowkey even if she is, with chemistry, physics and spatial awareness, she's so deep in the I'm A Liar hole that she doesn't clock that just.... Getting It isn't normal)).

Croc and Hawk are very supportive, even if they bully her (consensually).

And eventually, they even deign to try teaching her Haki - just to realize she's... been using it constantly almost her whole life. Her Observation is innate, acute, and one of the reasons she's so charismatic and able to reign in a crowd. It's both a talent for manipulation and also a form of reactive observation haki - by shifting her own energy among her followers, prospective or otherwise, she can encourage a specific reaction. It's a mix of Skill, Natural Talent and smoke and mirrors.

Learning that makes her wonder - if Haki can be so dynamic and THEN SOME, what other places has she not considered such an approach? Her weapons? Training? Her... her devil fruit...?

It's a paramecia. It affects her body, and she's gotten some rather decent control of it. Do paramecias awaken like zoans? Do logias? New Fixation Hours. She goes a little feral with the possibilities.

Suddenly, it seems like all of these little walls she never noticed before have fallen away, leaving a vast horizon of possibility.

Shanks will take a bit to arrive at Karai Bari, and he's expecting a specific version of his former best friend (or former love or former sibling, depending on Preferred Shuggy Flavor). He is anticipating the Buggy he saw a few years ago, but this time Woman Mode.

Crocodile and Mihawk's protective hovering is not exactly smth he anticipated, but he's willing to roll with that! His lovely Bug is just so pretty, he HAS to tell her, see her for himself, it's not even a want, it's not a desire, he needs it the way hee needs sea salt in his hair and a hilt in his hand and air in his lungs.

Buggy, meanwhile has skipped right tf over many emotions, instead Fueled By Hyperfixation, and while part of her is absolutely REELING at Shanks showing up unannounced on HER island, another part is cackling in mad scientist and saying "convince him to guinea pig, 'for old time's sake'." Shanks is WEAK to Buggy Begging Eyes, and Croc and Hawk ((while also weak but not exactly as weak as Shanks, they can pretend)) are watching and honestly laughing internally bc....

Well. Buggy's on a ROLL. And Shanks is her newest toy.

Poor Redhair has NO IDEA what he's in for...

SHE'S A QUEEN SHE'S A PRINCESS SHE'S LITERALLY LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is actually canon to me. Okay. Okay? She was just insecure and dealing with dysphoria and now she's the queen of the world. She owns it. Shanks is such a simp he's gonna let her do anything lmfao. And Mihawk and Crocodile absolutely love her and it's even funnier to bully her this way. And she's,,, She's so powerful. Queen. Absolutely amazing. Sexy but also really cute. Prettiest clown you've ever seen. HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT HER CLOTHES??? Because I have so many outfits in mind I am going INSANE. And I can't stop thinking about Luffy and her getting along and Luffy being extremely happy (not to mention Sanji, Don't- Don't let Sanji see her because maybe he dies. Me too).

#I LOVE WOMEN TOO ANON #<- a very normal lesbian obsessed a normal amount with fem buggy #one piece #buggy the clown #fem buggy #transfem buggy #cross guild #red haired shanks

[yaesnovels]

memories and scars

blade x fem!bodied reader

cw: protected sex (woah a change for the first time in months lmfao), very soft and sweet, a little angsty at the beginning, oral + fingering, petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby)

note; blade may be (totally is) out of character, i have no clue about why and how he got those scars on his back / shoulders and that part is all just made up by me 

oh and also, if you got any headcanons to share that you would love to have something written for, my inbox is always open 🩷

distracted by the music you were listening to on your headphones, you didn‘t notice the bathroom being occupied by blade. 

“oh, i’m sorry! didn’t mean to bar- blade?”, your tone was suddenly worried. it had been a couple of weeks since you were officially together and you had never seen him shirtless, so the amount of scars on his back scared you immensely. 

“sweetheart, calm down, everything’s fine”, he immediately tried to calm you down. “i‘m okay, nothing to worry about. let me get out and i‘ll explain.“

“o-okay”, you mumbled, leaving the bathroom and impatiently waiting for him to come out. when he did, he was only in his shorts; not wearing a shirt because he didn‘t expect you to be back so soon and thought he‘d would be able to cover his scars with some piece of clothing as he always did, so he simply forgot to take a t-shirt with him. 

blade was always aware that one day you‘d see them, ask him about them and how he got them. he was always just mentally preparing for the day he had to open up about this — he simply did not expect for it to happen this fast. 

‘this fast‘ was an overstatement; you both had known each other for over two years already, having met when the astral express had arrived on xianzhou and shortly before he left with kafka. you had immediately caught his attention and he simply could not forget about you for one moment. meeting for the second time, shortly afterwards, he had left a message for you to find him in a hidden corner. 

despite knowing it was a bad idea, you couldn‘t help the adrenaline rush through your veins at doing something no one of the astral express would consider smart. 

after exchanging numbers with the stellaron hunter, you kept finding yourself texting him whenever your investigations hit a snag just to talk about it. surprisingly, you both clicked very well, to the point that he asked you out at some point throughout those two years you had known each other. 

your relationship wasn’t official until around two months ago, however. you sometimes didn’t manage to contact each other, after all, you both were considered two different sides for the people you were affiliated with, which kind of delayed the obvious direction you two were headed and you just couldn’t help but fall in love with the stellaron hunter. 

blade had always been insanely attentive with you – always enjoyed showing off that you were the only one who mattered to him in his life except for his job. he never let anyone or anything get between you two and despite the protests you had received from march, you two started dating when you both finally decided to make a move. 

“what are those scars, blade?”, you finally asked him after sitting in silence for a bit. “what happened to you?” 

your voice was shaking, you just couldn’t imagine what he possibly could have gone through to have such extreme scars on his back and his arms. 

“it’s a long story”, he tried to avoid explaining everything, not wanting to see you cry because of how horrible his childhood had been. 

“i don’t care if we sit here until tomorrow so you can tell me everything, blade! i just want to know. please?” 

you cursed yourself for already sounding so weak and felt a tear roll down your cheek. he sighed before he nodded and started talking about how he got his scars, how kafka had gotten him out of there. 

“i never really talk about this so i just wanted to wait with telling you, sweetheart. not that i didn’t trust you, i guess i just needed to get ready for this kind of revelation about my past”, he ended his explanation. 

“i am so sorry this all happened to you”, you mumbled. “can i… uhm, see them? properly this time?” 

blade nodded as he turned around, shivering as you brushed his hair away and he startled when he felt your lips touch his skin, specifically over his scars. you softly caressed the healed wounds of torture the man you loved had to endure for years on end until kafka had saved him. 

“i love you”, you mumbled against his shoulder, placing yet another gentle kiss, this time on his neck. he turned back around to face you, eyes going up and down from your eyes to your lips before he leaned down and kissed you. 

you were absolutely startled by how sudden his lips were on yours and placed your one hand on his cheek and the other one intertwining with his hand as he pushed you down underneath him on the bed.

“i love you”, he finally said; your eyes widening because despite you having already said those three sweet words, he had never done this, at least not yet. 

you had been okay with him not being ready to say it yet, being patient for him to figure out his feelings for you and your heart fluttered in happiness when he finally told you how he truly felt about you. 

“never once in my life i thought i would feel this way about someone. but you… you brought out something in me i never thought i would be even able to feel. and i’m happy that i got to experience this with you, sweetheart.” 

before you could say anything else, he leaned down again, kissing you softly once more and you just melted into his grip on your body. 

it just felt so natural as he slowly pulled off the clothes you had on and him practically worshiping your body with his gentle kisses and touches. 

“you are so perfect, sweetheart”, he mumbled against your tummy, making you giggle as it tickled, him also laughing at how adorable you were. 

blade leaned forward to the bedside drawer and pulled out a foiled package, ripping it open and wrapping the condom over his cock. but before he did anything, he made sure to ask whether you were ready for sure. 

“are you sure about this?”, he mumbled against your neck, planting soft kisses to your jaw as you nodded and placed a soft peck on your lips before he finally aligned his tip with your entrance and slowly sinking into you, letting out a groan as your tight walls engulfed him, burying his face against your neck, closer to you more than he would ever been able to until this exact moment. 

“oh, sweetheart, you feel so good”, he started nipping on your neck, as he started building up a steady rhythm.

he wasn’t fast or too rough; instead he was trying to be as gentle and soft with how he fucked you, careful not to hurt you. 

“blade”, you whimpered, clinging onto his back with your hands, “it feels so– so good.” 

“oh, yeah? does it, sweetheart?”, he chuckled, taking one of your hands and intertwining your fingers as he increased his pace, making you close your eyes in bliss. 

“i’m so proud of you, baby, you’re taking me so well”, he mumbled. “you’re doing so, so good.” 

the constant praises and checking up on how you were doing made your heart flutter in happiness, how did someone like blade even fall in love with you? 

“please”, you whimpered, letting out a cry when he teased your clit with his thumb, chuckling at how adorable your little reactions were. “i’m so close.” 

“yeah? you’re close, honey? then come for me, baby. come for me just how you want to. like you deserve to, sweetheart.” 

he let out a groan as he as well got closer to his release and finally reached the moment of pure bliss, his body tensing, being completely still for a moment as he let out a bunch of curses. 

when he realized that you had yet to find your release despite telling him you were close, he didn’t hesitate to pull out and go down on you, wrapping his lips around your clit as he sucked on the bundle of sensitive nerves. 

“mhm, you taste so good, sweetheart. can’t believe i managed to hold myself off for so long from you”, he mumbled, also slowly inserting two of his fingers inside as he stimulated you with his mouth and his fingers at the same time. 

blade smiled triumphantly as you finally came around his fingers and breathlessly laid on the bed. 

when he laid down next to you, he looked at you with a grin and you both just started laughing. “oh, wow, i can’t believe this actually just happened”, you mumbled, cuddling up against him as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“me neither, sweetheart. me neither”, he whispered, kissing you on your cheek before he just cuddled back up against you, and shortly after falling asleep with you in his arms.

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[scariusaquarius]

a helping hand.

Leon S. Kennedy x Zombie! Female! Reader

Summary: During a mission, Leon gets a bit tied up when he runs out of ammo and is attacked by a zombie. Before the zombie can kill Leon, however, an unlikely savior decides to lend a helping hand. 

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A/n: this is the dumbest idea i’ve had to date lmfao but I really thought the idea was cute in retrospect, so have this. Please do leave feedback and tips are greatly appreciated!

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Genre: Friendship, Humor Rated: Everyone Warning: Canon-typical Gore, Canon-typical Blood, Slight Fluff, Leon Take fucking the Plant

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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There was a feeling in Leon’s stomach that just wouldn’t go away as he walked through the town he had been sent to. There had been a bioterrorism attack in a quaint little town in Georgia originating from a factory right in the middle of the town, and Leon had been the only agent available at the time of selection to go.

It seemed that the whole globe was starting to deal with bioterrorism attacks, so the DSO was extremely backed up with work. Which, in retrospect, was probably a really bad issue for the department to have, but Leon couldn’t say anything.

It was still above his pay grade.

Walking towards the factory, Leon couldn’t help but be reminded of Spain. It was so eerily quiet, and he wondered if the military had already come through to dispatch of the zombies that had been occupying the area. Frowning, Leon finally entered the factory and, in a macabre way, Leon was glad to finally spot hostiles.

Shooting them effortlessly in the head, the two zombies dropped, and Leon made his way deeper inside. On the wall was a map of the facility, and Leon grabbed it, placing his flashlight in his mouth as he looked over the map.

There were three upper floors with two lower levels beneath the ground level, and he was certain that the lower levels would be where he would find the source of the outbreak. However, it would be best to comb through the upper floors in case there was any evidence up there, so Leon slowly made his way to the upper floors of the factory.

Shooting any zombie that he came across, Leon reloaded his gun and entered an office area. There were about seven zombies in the room, but Leon could see a computer on the other side of the room with a Tricell screensaver. It was his best bet at getting information, so Leon entered the office and began to fire his gun, killing the zombies one by one as they took notice of the new meal in the room.

Suddenly, Leon’s gun began to click, and he cursed, reaching for a new mag. However, the zombie that was in front of him launched itself at him while hissing and snarling, tackling Leon to the ground. Leon’s heart began to race as he pushed the zombie away from him, struggling to get the thing off when suddenly, a chair came swinging at the zombie, smacking it so hard that it flung off of him.

When Leon looked up, he certainly wasn’t expecting to see who his savior was.

It was a woman with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, one of them looking faded in color. They were wearing a bloodied (color) blouse with even dirtier and bloodier jeans, a nametag clipped to the belt loop that Leon couldn’t quite read from his angle on the floor. There was a bite mark on her arm, the blood long-since coagulated, and it was apparent the woman was infected and a zombie.

But why wasn’t she attacking him?

Leon was surprised when he watched the woman make a face at the zombie that was slowly getting up from the floor before she lazily swung the chair at it again, smacking it in the head again and finally killing it.

The zombie woman was quiet before she turned to Leon, and Leon quickly grabbed his knife and scrambled backwards. The woman made a sad expression before holding her hand out, and Leon froze.

What the hell was happening?

In all of the years that Leon had worked as a DSO agent, Leon had never came across a zombie that was friendly. It was almost too much for Leon to wrap his head around. The zombie took notice of his hesitance, and the woman backed off, bring a hand up to her lips before pulling her shirt to her nose and sniffing.

It was almost like she was asking herself if the reason why he hadn’t accepted her hand yet was because she stunk.

Leon hated to admit it, but yes, she did.

The zombie then dug into her pocket, making a face as her fingers didn’t respond properly, and Leon was almost stupefied by her pulling out an unopened Reese’s. Holding it out for him, it was almost like a peace offering, and Leon slowly grabbed the Reese’s.

Could zombies even look happy? Leon was sure he’d never seen one look happy until now. Gingerly taking her cold hand, Leon stood up, though he was cautious. Glancing at the name tag, Leon shined his flashlight on it to get a name to the strange zombie.

(Y/N) (L/N), LEAD SECRETARY

So, the zombie’s name was (Y/n). It seemed that she was an employee for the factory that had worked the front desk at the time of the outbreak. It was almost remarkable how…undamaged, for lack of better term, she looked. As a matter of fact, Leon was certain that she must have been bitten and then locker herself away somewhere before being turned.

How was it that she was so intelligent? Was it possible that the virus was reacting to her differently? Leon watched as (Y/n) swayed from side to side, almost as if she was waiting for him to say or do something.

“Uh…thanks?”

(Y/n) slowly looked over at him before holding a thumb’s up.

Yeah, this was definitely getting weird. Leon shook his head before walking past the zombie towards the computer, and he paused when he heard shuffling. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as the woman slowly shuffled after him, losing a shoe in the process. Rubbing his face, Leon sighed in exasperation before clicking on the computer.

When a password prompt came up, Leon cursed. A cold hand on his arm made him jump, and Leon swore he never gripped his knife so hard. (Y/n) pressed against him as if to make him move, and Leon slowly moved over, frowning.

And then she made a chirping noise.

Leon blinked, almost unable to formulate a thought as he watched (Y/n) slowly chicken-peck the keys while typing in the password and unlocking the computer. Leon slipped out his phone, calling Hunnigan.

“Hunnigan, you’re not gonna believe this.”

“What’s the status update?”

Leon glanced at you as you fiddled with a pencil box, tapping it against the table to make noise, and Leon replied.

“I don’t know how to explain this without sounding crazy, but I think I came across a….friendly zombie.”

Hunnigan was quiet before she switched to video call, and Leon held the phone away from his face.

“You found a what?”

“A friendly zombie. Look.”

Leon faced the camera at you, and you looked into the flashlight of the camera before slowly holding a thumbs up for it. Hunnigan was at a loss for words, and she said.

“I honestly have no idea what to say about that.”

“I don’t know what to do about it. Her name is (Y/n)…she saved my life and then unlocked a computer containing details about the virus the pharmaceutical company was working on. Oh, and she gave me a Reese’s.”

“A what.”

Leon snorted a little before taking the reese’s out of his pocket and showing it to Hunnigan.

“I think it was supposed to be a peace offering.”

“Leon, I…I’m at a loss of words honestly.”

Leon jumped at the sound of the pencil holder falling and shattering to the ground, and he turned to you.

“Hey, (Y/n), was it?”

You perked up, glancing at him.

“I need you to be really quiet, alright? There’s still a lot of hostile zombies here, and if you make a lot of noise, they’re not going to be very happy.”

It took you a moment to comprehend his words, but when you finally seemed to understand what he was saying, all you did was hold a thumbs up. Leon glanced down at Hunnigan, whose eyes were as wide as saucers.

“See what I mean?”

“Do you think you might be able to cure her? There has to be a file on a possible vaccine within the facility. If not, it’s possible that the DSO could create one for her.”

Leon shook his head.

“Are you saying that if I don’t find a vaccine that you want me to take her with me to the DSO? Forgive me, Hunnigan, but that’s a bad idea. There’s no telling if she’ll still be friendly by the end of this mission.”

Leon was distracted by you nudging him, and when he looked over, you were holding a stapler out for him to take. Hunnigan couldn’t help but to chuckle, saying as Leon hesitantly took the stapler.

“I think she likes you.”

“That’s not funny, Hunnigan. I’m sending over the files I found on the computer, and then I’m gonna go ahead and check the other levels of the facility.”

Hunnigan sighed before pleading.

“Alright, but please be careful, Leon.”

Leon hung up, sending the files to Hunnigan before pulling back, and he almost jolted when he noticed how close you were. Your hand was raised, finger ready to poke him, and Leon sighed.

“Okay, maybe let’s keep some personal space.”

You were still for a moment before you held your thumb up, and Leon sighed deeply. Grabbing a mag for his gun, Leon loaded it, and he began to make his way out of the office. Stopping by your shoe, he maneuvered it to where you could easily slip it back on before watching as you slowly shuffled after him. 

For a moment, you struggled to put your shoe on, your balance and coordination severely hindered due to your current condition, and Leon was about to help you when you finally slipped it on.

And then you gave him a thumbs up.

Leon shook his head a little, and the two of you began to make your way through the facility. There were a couple hostiles in the hallway blocking the elevator, and Leon made sure to do away with them swiftly before getting inside. As he turned around, he noticed that you weren’t in sight. Where did you go? You popped out from around the corner quietly, making Leon’s heart jump into his stomach.

You were holding a green herb, almost waddling inside of the elevator beside him before holding the plant to him. Leon blinked before he shook his head.

“I don’t need it right now, so maybe you should hang onto it.”

A chirping noise came from your throat, and Leon wondered just what the hell the noise even was. Was it for disagreement? Was it for responding at all? Was it just to do it? Better question was how were you doing it when you weren’t even breathing.

Leon became curious, glancing over at you as you swayed and stared down at the plant in your hands. It was definitely weird for you, a zombie, to be acting in such a way. It made him wonder if perhaps you weren’t completely dead; if the virus hadn’t completely infected you. If so, how could that be?

Leon brought his fingers up to your neck, feeling for a pulse, but was at a loss when he didn’t find one. You didn’t even seem to notice him touching you, just staring down at the plant mindlessly while swaying and keeping your eyes closed almost as if you were dozing.

Your skin was certainly cold, meaning you’d been dead for quite a while, but it was like your body was refusing to rot. Was it possible that the virus was having both positive and negative effects on you? Leon guessed that the only way he would be able to tell was if he found the vaccine and used it on you.

When the elevator dinged and he was brought to the first lower level of the factory, the stench of death and gore was extremely heavy. There was blood spilled all over the ground, and Leon became on edge.

When the elevator dinged, you seemed to wake up, glancing up at the light before quietly shuffling out. Leon followed after you, and he was perturbed to come across a dead security guard. Taking his ID card, Leon unlocked the door to go deeper into the facility, and he found himself waiting for you to shuffle on by him before closing the door.

Your foot steps were so light that they made no sound on the floor, and admittedly, you were infuriatingly slow. If Leon walked too fast, he would surely leave you behind, but he couldn’t afford to waste time. Instead, Leon turned to you and said when you both made it to a breakroom.

“I need you to wait here, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You stared blankly at him before offering him the plant, and Leon shook his head.

“No, I don’t want the plant. I want you to stay here.”

You made a worried expression, pushing the plant into his arms, and Leon sighed deeply.

“If I take the plant, will you stay here?”

You gave him a thumbs up, and Leon nodded before harvesting the herb and placing the leaves into a pouch for safe keeping. Leon watched as you turned towards the wall, looking at the table that had various trinkets and tools on it, and he quietly walked out.

It was quite weird to think, but Leon hoped that you would be alright by the time he made it back. As he went through the lower levels, he finally came across the lab where the outbreak had originated. There were many dead bodies around, some looking too devoured to reanimate, and Leon was silent as he shuffled through the lab.

Getting to a desk with a computer on it, Leon frowned as he came across a password prompt again. Looking around the desk for some notes or any possible clue to what the password was, Leon muttered.

“Maybe I should have brought her along.”

After a while of searching, Leon was able to find a clue, and he slowly deciphered the password. A feeling of triumph went through Leon as he unlocked the computer, and he immediately began to download all the files from the hard drives. Turning around at a noise, Leon cursed when at least four of the zombies got up.

“Why can’t you guys just stay dead?!”

Grabbing his shotgun from his back, Leon loaded it before aiming carefully. One by one, the heads of the zombies exploded with every shot that he took, and he cursed when more groaning sounded. It seemed that he had awakened more dead bodies, and a bad taste began to settle in his throat.

Taking a remote bomb, Leon planted one at each doorway and kept himself hidden as zombies piled in from each doorway he was in. Hitting each trigger, Leon cringed at the way the whole building shook. Watching the way the zombies seemed to melt away, Leon hummed at the similarity the melting bodies held to the Plagas and C-Virus infections. Just what were these zombies infected with?

When the computer was finished downloading the files onto the external hard drive Leon had plugged into it, Leon skimmed through the files to search for a vaccine. A particular file caught his eye, and he clicked on it. A grin came across his face as he read the file.

“Guess today’s your lucky day, kid.”

Immediately, Leon made his way to the basement, searching through the makeshift lab for the vaccine, and when Leon found it, he sighed a breath of relief. It was time to go. Before Leon left towards the elevators, however, Leon glanced at the plant he had left on the computer desk and promptly grabbed it before leaving.

When he arrived at the breakroom, Leon’s heart fell into his stomach. You were nowhere in sight, nowhere to be seen, and Leon whipped his head around.

“(Y/n)?”

Searching under tables, in lockers and cabinets, and even the bathrooms, Leon didn’t find you anywhere. Where could you have gone? The sound of the elevator dinging in the distance caught Leon’s attention, and he hurried out of the breakroom towards the elevator to find you repeatedly pressing the elevator button. The doors opened and closed over and over, and Leon had to take a sigh of relief.

“(Y/n), why didn’t you stay in the breakroom like I told you to?”

You slowly turned at the sound of Leon’s voice, and you just stared for a moment before pressing the elevator button again.

“Got bored, huh? Sorry for taking so long then.”

You stared at him for another moment before giving him a thumbs up, and Leon shook his head before gently taking your finger away from the elevator button.

“Come on, we should leave.”

Leon walked into the elevator, and you slowly shuffled inside. Before Leon could press the button, however, you were already pressing it. Over and over. It was almost strange to Leon how fascinated you seemed to be by, well, everything. Did zombies see the world differently to humans?

Leon really wasn’t gonna break his brain trying to think about it.

Instead, when the two of you finally made it out of the facility, Leon couldn’t help but watch as you inspected your surroundings. It was a beautiful sunny day, and if Leon hadn’t known any better, he’d of thought you were just a regular human by the way your skin glowed in the sunlight.

A butterfly was flying around you, your eyes looking wide as you chirped, and you held your hand out for it. The butterfly landed on one of your fingers, and you seemed to purr as you watched the butterfly idly flap its wings. Leon placed his plant down before turning to you, taking out the vaccine and putting a good amount into the syringe that had been provided in the vaccine case.

“(Y/n), do me a favor?”

Slowly, you turned to him, the butterfly now flying away as you moved, and Leon held out his hand.

“Give me your arm. I’m gonna give you something that’s gonna help you, alright?”

You gave him a thumbs up before allowing Leon to grab your arm, and the man was careful as he found a vein and injected you with the vaccine. At first, there was nothing that happened, and Leon was almost certain that the vaccine had been a bust before you suddenly collapsed. Leon knelt down on the ground by you, calling to you as he gently shook your body.

“(Y/n)? Hey, (Y/n), I need you to wake up, sweetheart.”

The black and purple veins all in your body were slowly disappearing, your body slowly returning to a healthy color again, and Leon could actually feel your heart beginning to beat again. It was weak, but slowly getting better the more the vaccine worked, and Leon’s whole body relaxed when he watched you take you first breath.

You seemed to be asleep, sleeping soundly as the vaccine continued to kill the remnants of the virus in your body, and Leon smiled slightly when your eyes fluttered open, showing beautiful (e/c) eyes. You blinked slowly before looking up at Leon, and the man said.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, (Y/n).”

You winced at the bright sunlight hitting your face before you gave the man a thumbs up. Leon chuckled before helping you stand, and he asked you.

“How do you feel?”

You pursed your lips a little, looking as though you were trying to get a bad taste out of your mouth (and truthfully, you probably were considering zombies didn’t really care about personal hygiene). You hummed, voice sounding rough and raspy, and you glanced at Leon before shrugging.

“No longer dead, so that’s a plus, I guess. I wonder if there’s a Guinness World Record for that: first dead woman to come back to life, but not like zombie life.”

So, you were just as quirky when alive as you were dead? That was good to know. Leon chuckled, and you shrugged before you glanced at him.

“Thanks for not blowing my head off. That would have been really awkward honestly.”

Leon sheepishly shrugged, admitting.

“I kind of thought about it until I realized you were trying to help. I gotta say, it’s not everyday I come across a friendly zombie.”

You made a face at him.

“I can’t believe you actually thought about killing me. I just thought you were cute. Sue me.”

Leon laughed, shaking his head as his ears turned pink.

“Well, glad to know that I didn’t.”

You huffed before wincing, holding your stomach as it growled furiously. Leon blinked before asking in amusement.

“Hungry?”

“Very. I was very keen on keeping a vegetarian diet as the walking dead, but now that I’m alive again, I could really go for a steak.”

Leon snorted before he gestured with his head for you to follow him, grinning.

“I cook a pretty mean steak…and I’ve got plenty of hot water for you to take if you want.”

You made a face at him as you followed him, stating.

“You haven’t even told me your name and you’re already asking me to eat dinner and shower with you?”

Leon hummed, tossing over his shoulder.

“Name’s Leon, and that can always be arranged if you want…though, you probably should take the shower first. You kind of stink.”

You guffawed before yanking your plant out of his hands.

“You don’t deserve me or my plant even if you’re right.”

Leon snickered, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

“Fine, but I think you should answer some questions for me while we get the hell out of here and maybe I’ll give you my plant back.”

Leon couldn’t help but smirk a little.

In a way, Leon was glad he didn’t decide to kill you (which was a pretty weird thing to think especially if taken out-of-context).

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[sassylegshayne]

marry me, idiot. - chapter five

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Everyone noticed it the next day. You and Spencer worked beside each other in complete silence. Josh felt on edge as he sat at his desk across from the two of you, the lack of chatter in the background of his editing was very weird.

You decided to give Spencer space, he would tell you how he felt whenever he was ready to. You respected his boundaries, and he respected yours, and that was the problem.

Kiana wanted to tear her hair out by the end of the week because the two of you still hadn't fucking talked about everything. She's been stuck listening to both of you complain about just how much you miss each other and couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.

Jackie's hopeless romantic heart couldn't take it, she's was right under Kiana for your number two supporter. Jackie and Kiana had planned a brainstorming lunch in Friday, determined to help you two get together.

The hope was that you two would admit your feelings, fall even more in love, and live happily ever after, but if you're just friends again, it'll do.

Jackie had presented an idea that made the woman across from her squeal in excitement. Kiana quickly set up a reservation as Jackie planned out just how she'd word her texts to you.

As soon as you had arrived home and parked, a message rang through your phone, the notification causing you to panic momentarily, your silence so suddenly interrupted for the first time in a while.

You didn't expect to be this lonely without Spencer. You had expected something, but you didn't think it would be this bad. You hadn't realized just how much time you spent with him until you were without it.

"hey, Ki's been super busy and I really wanna throw her a surprise b-day dinner at Buca's tn at seven if you can make it!"

Kiana and Jackie sat in their respective apartments, chewing their nails in anticipation for responses as Spencer received the same message as you.

The girls' facetime call felt silent as Jackie watched the both of you begin typing simultaneously, an eye roll well deserved before you both agreed, causing the women to cheer in excitement.

You rubbed your face, groaning as you agreed. Spence and you could put things aside for Kiana, it wouldn't be fair to her if your declined just because Spencer would be there.

Of course he would be there. It'd almost be weirder if he wasn't there. Honestly, if he didn't show up a piece of your group would be missing.

You took a deep breath before heading inside and getting yourself ready, pushing thoughts of Spencer to the side. Kiana was your priority tonight.

You'd been so wrapped up in all of this mess that your best friends birthday had slipped your mind, usually it was your forte to plan the gatherings, but it completely slipped your mind.

Ki's birthday was three days away, but Monday's are always packed for everyone, so dinner tonight, and you would bring her a cake and do a whole thing at work. Plenty of time to plan.

Spencer adjusted his grip on the steering wheel once more as he pulled into the last empty parking spot, letting his forehead rest against the wheel as soon as he shifted into park. His palms had been sweaty and shaky since he'd texted back Jackie earlier.

His nerves were set on high alert as soon as he'd finished reading. He has to be there for Kiana, no matter what was going on between the two of you.

He'd almost reached out and asked your for a truce on the night, but he's not even sure what he'd be calling a truce for. Both of you having long forgotten why you weren't speaking, but both of you were too nervous to break it.

It seemed like the universe wanted to give you a little nudge when you look up from your phone, your eyes meeting Spencer's across from you.

A smile splays across his lips and quickly disappears, replaced with a tight-lipped smile as he offers you a curt wave, getting out of his car quickly.

Your grip on the door handle tightens as you exit your own vehicle, trying your best to bite your tongue, afraid of what you might say.

Your former best friend.. former? Current? Who fucking knows anymore?

Spencer falls in stride silently beside you, your head tilted toward the ground, eyes watching as your feet fall into a rhythm, steps synchronized. It was hard to separate yourself from someone when they become that intertwined into your life.

Your hands brush ever so slightly as you approach the host stand, a small smile across your lips.

"Hi, we have a reservation under Jackie Uweh." Spencer offers, his smile matches yours as he fidgets with his hands, mindlessly picking at his cuticles with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

He didn't know what to do in this situation. His hands are normally on your hips, or his fingers intertwined with yours, so the air between the two of you sat awkwardly, uncharted territory for the both of you.

You're quickly led to the table, your brows furrowed in confusion as the hostess grabs two menus, throwing your look over your shoulder at Spencer out of habit as he mirrors your look. The two of you sit with quiet thank you's as the menus are placed before you, the table clearly not big enough for anyone but the pair of you.

Realization sets in as you adjust yourself in the booth a bit more than necessary, your heart racing as you avoid Spencer's eyes as long as you could.

But eventually, you find yourself looking up from the menu, your eyes finding his glowing blue eyes already gazing upon you, drinking in every detail.

Spencer thought he might tell you everything he's ever wanted to, until your waiter gives a bubbly introduction, noting the recent engagement between the two of you.

Your cheeks burn as you bashfully thank her, your fingers fidgeting with the simple band on your finger, a habit you'd recently noticed. Yot quick to order, throwing on the appetizer you and Spence normally split as well, a smile tugging at his lips.

You settle your hands into your lap, smiling brightly as Spencer chews his lip, his voice barely audible.

"Hey."

"Hi." You smile, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you slump into the seat, sighing in relief. Spencer laughs a bit, fiddling with the napkin in his hands as he finds himself relaxing. Your laughter mixing with his like music to his ears.

He missed this so much, every part of it. He missed his lips pressed lightly to your skin, the softness of your skin as you brushed hair out of his eyes, the blush on your cheeks each time he looked at you.

Spencer knew he couldn't make it through this dinner without teling you everything, now he just had to accept that.

It was time to throw everything he had at you, no longer concerned with holding back if he was going to confess. So he shook himself a bit before reaching across the table, taking your hands into his.

Your eyes trailed from your hands, up Spencer's arms, detailing every tattoo you wished you could trace until you meet his eyes. You were glad to be seated, worried your legs would buckle under your weight right now.

You were always flustered by Spencer, but this was on a whole new level. Butterflies danced about your stomach as your heart raced, you felt like you could pass out from sheer excitement as you squeeze his hands gently.

"I can't go without you for that long again, that sucked ass." You laughed softly, smiling as Spencer nodded in agreement.

"I never realized how little talk to anyone else, my phone hasn't died at work once, either." You grinned, ducking your head down in embarrassment. You had a bad habit of sending Spencer tons of stuff while seated next to him, rapidly draining his battery.

"I don't want it any other way, Y/N, don't worry." He was quick to soothe you, knowing that you might mistake his admiration for anger. He thought it was the cutest shit ever.

"Spencer, I don't wanna go another day without talking so can you please tell me what was wrong the other day?" You bargained, brows furrowed as you tilted your head at him.

Spencer stiffened, his hands leaving yours as your drinks and appetizer arrived, the relatively slow night allowing for quick service.

You smile as you slide a small plate in front of Spencer. Your waitress is quickly behind, happily taking your entree orders before disappearing back into the kitchen.

The moment was lost as you two grabbed bites of spicy shrimp and fried calamari, but the tension remained clear. Your hands brushed a few times as you made small talk, unaware of when the next interruption should come.

"Okay," Spencer began, noting your waiter preparing to take the order of a large party, taking his opportunity when he could. "Listen, I'm sorry didn't tell you sooner, I want you to know that I really regret that."

You nodded slowly, encouraging him to continue as you sipped your wate, unsure as to where this could lead.

"You're my best friend' Spencer grinned, sighing softly as you reddened once more, his heart racing as he wiped his palms on his pants. "You know that. You mean the absolute world to me, Y/N. You're the person I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with."

"Tve spent years by your side now and wouldn't trade it for the world. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He took a deep breath, smiling softly as his heart pounded in his chest.

Being in love with you has been the easiest thing in his life, it just feels so right, so perfect. Now all he could do was hope that you felt the same.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N." Spence spoke, biting his lip, eagerly awaiting your response. He felt like rything in his life had brought him to this point, even with the gentle push, or shove, from his friends.

You open you mouth to speak, your eyes wide and mind still reeling as your best friend sat before you. This wasn't a day you'd ever expected to see, and Spencer seemed so calm about it.

"It's all cool if you don't feel the same, I promise, dude." Spence spoke right as you were about to begin, causing you to chuckle nervously.

Spencer felt like there was a spear in his heart as you laughed, he was prepared for rejection but that was brutal.

You lean across the small booth, placing your hands lightly on Spencer's cheeks as your lips meet his.

The kiss is short and sweet, but the years of sparks were there. Everything you had ever wanted and more.

You're caught off guard by quick movements behind Spencer. A server rounds the corner, your own following behind with a soft smile.

Please don't walk this way... fuck.

You settle back down, smiling softly as Spencer meets your eyes with a dopey grin, slumped back into his seat. You kick his foot gently beneath the table, laughing as your waiter approached.

Spencer's mind was left in shambles, as was his heart. You didn't say it back, but you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. He had never been more confused and thrilled in his life.

As you open your mouth to speak, a plate is set before you, a smile whine leaving you as your face falls. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to say it back, but doing so over a view of your server's arms wasn't the right time.

The both of you were polite yet curt as you assured the server that you two would be okay, no refills, no cheese, thank you so much, oh my gosh will she ever leave?

Spencer was honestly still very surprised with the set up from Kiana and Jackie; pulling one over on the both of you deserved recognition. Granted, you were both extremely focused on each other, the outside world in a fog.

"You talk too much but I'm in love with you, too, Spencer." You grinned, the words tumbling from you as soon as your privacy had returned, your heart racing as you stared at him.

Spencer froze like a deer in headlights as he looked up to you, fork and knife resting upon his lasagna, prepared to take a bite. He was quick to set down his utensils, shufling a bit in his seat as he coughed a bit.

This was the best case scenario that he still didn't see coming. Spencer had assumed for so long that you loved him, just not in the same way. It was throwing him off to even think that you could.

"You do?" Your brows furrowed, laughing softly as Spencer questioned you.

"Yes, I do. I love you so much, dude." He grinned as you spoke, his eyes sparkling. "I love everything about you and have for a really, really long time."

Spencer nods, the grin unable to leave him as he takes his time to process everything. You've loved him for a long time, so what are the odds that you two fell in love around the same time?

If he could go back in time and kick his own ass, he would. There's no telling where you'd be right now, if only he'd told you sooner.

You felt like you could run for days with all of the excitement and nervousness coursing through your body. Everything was tingly as your hand met Spencer's, fingers intertwining as your heart raced.

"Okay:" Spencer chuckled, nodding as he finally spoke, unsure of where to go from here.

"Yeah," You nod back, laughing as you began to eat. "I'm happy."

The awkwardness was something new. Everything between the two of you before had been natural and felt fine, but there was a new, different air of tension hanging between the two of you.

The dinner continued on with lots of giggling and blushing, your small touches that had gone previously dismissed where now front and center in your mind.

Spencer was touching you every chance he got; his hand holding yours, brushing your hair out of your face, his knees endlessly bumping into yours beneath the table.

It felt like the first time all over again, Spencer knew he's set himself up to fall in love with you all over again. Everything felt different, everything felt new.

"So," You began as you dug your spoon into your shared chocolate cake, mentally comparing it to Josh's. "Do we tell everyone or do we keep this a secret?"

A grin immediately spread across Spencer's face and you could practically see the lightbulb going off above his head.

"Let's keep it a secret until the wedding." You set your fork down, slowly nodding as you finished your bite.

"Well, that certainly is an idea, Spence." You chuckled, covering your mouth. Definitely doesn't hold a flame to Josh's.

"I actually think that could be fun, but if we fold, we fold, okay?" You placed your elbow on the tabletop, pinky poised as you stared down your... boyfriend? Undecided.

Spencer nodded eagerly, grinning as he wrapped his pinky with yours. "We can be friends, at least, right?"

"Yes, obviously we can go back to normal but I guess.. yanno, couple stuff can stay in private." You laughed as you spoke, your cheeks burning brightly as your eyes darted everywhere. You quickly dug for another bite as a way to keep yourself quiet.

It was a strange territory for both of you. Neither of you had ever expected to be here, especially with the circumstances surrounding it, so navigating it was difficult.

"Okay, so we are a couple." Spencer stated, though it sounded more like a question. He took his turn at blushing as you nodded eagerly, a grin across your face.

"Yeah, we're pretending to be engaged, actually engaged, and secretly dating. I think it's pretty simple." You laughed, as Spencer nodded.

"I'm sorry, that's on me." He held his hands up in defense as you two dug back into the cake.

The office seemed to have a strange air when you arrived the next morning. Saturday's were normally pretty empty, most shoots wrapped earlier in the week, and videos prepped well ahead of the weekends.

The usual small group of cast and crews were there; Josh sat at his desk, headphones in as he edited an upcoming video for the Games' channel featuring Shayne and Spencer.

You smiled as you settled into your seat, your eyes glancing to the clock. It was second nature for you to be early. It was far less stressful than being late.

Spencer, on the other hand, strolled in fifteen minutes late, two coffees in hand as he sat beside you. You finished editing the audio of a particularly loud scream of Shayne's, thankful for the excuse to remove your headphones.

You sighed, setting them aside as you smiled at your boyfriend. Your best friend. Spencer. Holy shit, your best friend is your boyfriend, holy fuck.

It was obviously going to take you quite a while to get over all of the butterflies, if you ever do. Finally getting what you've yearned for for so long was definitely weird, but you could get used to it.

He grinned at you, leaning in as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, setting your cup before you.

"Hi, love" You smiled, taking a sip as Spencer chuckled softly. As you turned to him, you caught sight of Jackie strolling very, very slowly past the open office door.

Jackie waved, grinning brightly. The two of you reluctantly wave back, you tried your best to hide your giggles.

You shot her a playful glare as she froze for a moment. Spencer turned to look over his shoulder, a disappointed look across his face.

She raised her brows, offering two thumbs up. You finaly broke, laughing as you nodded your head, mirroring her pose. You glance to Spencer to find him shaking his head with a furrowed brow.

You shove his shoulder softly, laughing as he turns back to you, a grin across his face.

"I think she got the message."

#ah shes so cute #i love this chapter sm #theres sm wedding coming up btw #like the next few chapters #hehehe #anyways #smosh #mine #spencer agnew imagine #spencer agnew smut #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh spencer #smosh games au #smosh games #shayne topp #damien haas #smosh au #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp x reader #kiana parker #jackie uweh

[hrodvitnon]

Just got out of my first viewing (spoilers so tag accordingly)

Yeah that was the most ridiculous shit ive ever seen and i had a blast lmfao.

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To get the few negatives out of the way: Syclla and Tiamat got COOKED. That's crazy. Especially Tiamat. I had no idea she was in the movie and like choked on popcorn when they said her name. First onscreen appearance and she dies in like 3 seconds... sucks to be her. But honestly... this is probably one of those moments where Fan Content messes with the perception of a canon thing, at least for me. It hurts a lot more because of the emotional attachment from stuff like Ozymandias's story, Shamhat, and other adjacent stuff. If I had never seen those and watched her die I'd probably think "oh she had a cool design, but whatever". But yeah, my only serious complaint is her being shafted and I don't even really think I can call it objective because there was definitely an attachment there.

Ok besides that this might be my new personal favorite Monsterverse. Could be recency bias but I don't think so. Every human is at the very least entertaining. Everything Trapper did in this movie made me crack up, hearing Bernie say the words 'Discord chat' and 'Ghidorahstan64' (i stg this was a callout of some kind) onscreen gave me terminal whiplash, and although Jia and Andrew's story was sorta surface level, it was still endearing. I'd rather have a good human storyline, sure, but if we can't have that I'll settle for entertaining.

Here I thought Suko was gonna be an annoying marketing ploy to sell toys... I physically snorted in the theatre when Kong slammed him into that one ape. MVP of the film lmao. Mothra was... also there. Yeah, it really shows that she was a last minute addition. But DAMN she sent Godzilla ROLLING with a single attack. Speaking of, I don't think the Tia-Zilla form was as underutilized as I've heard people say it was. Especially that new Atomic Breath effect. Holy eargasm.

Oh man though, Shimo and Skar are fantastic. Skar hits the same beat as like a Celestial Dragon or Vladimir Harkonnen with way more grace than I would've expected from a big monkey. They go shockingly dark with his treatment of the ape-slaves and Shimo... especially with that female ape insinuation.

Holy shit poor Shimo, man. I honestly thought the Skar controlling her aspect would be kinda downplayed and just regular mind control, not genuine torture of some kind. I love that they let her have characterization by resisting him at every chance she gets, and that the pain control isn't always active (i'm assuming that's the insinuation of keeping her all chained and behind magma, it depowers and restrains her when Skar's not actively using her), further insinuating she gets merciful breaks from hellish enslavement only to be yanked back into it whenever Skar needs something turned into a popsicle. I think my favorite moment in the film is right after Suko shatters the crystal and the light blue luminescence fades to reveal her actual eyes for the first time. Eyes are used throughout the film to show subtle humanizing features, like Godzilla falling asleep in Rome, Kong's wide eyes when he sees his kin, and shock when Shimo realizes she's free. Having her eyes glowing the whole film makes her seem way more monstrous and inhuman, so when that suddenly goes away she starts getting framed as just an animal. Also her eyes are pretty. Also, I lied, that wasn't my favorite part of the film. My favorite part was Kong giving her chin scratches and that cute half-hug. This needs to be normalized. He needs to hug Godzilla next film. I will pay someone a king's ransom for this to happen. Final little detail, I like that Kong doesn't do his final roar from on her back but standing next to her, on the same level as all the other apes. He doesn't look to elevate himself over her or everyone else like Skar did, which is a great touch.

Also also also: Think it's time for a Doug solo film where he tries to steal all the Titans' food. Make it happen Legendary.

Much agreement here! I'd love for a solo Mothra MonsterVerse film to really capitalize on her lore and give her stuff to do (without dying at the end preferably); maybe establish some connection between the Chen family and Jia. Also, I need a little shot of Mothra going to visit Godzilla while he's sleeping in the Colosseum and just cuddle up to the big lug.

Andrews and Jia were a welcome breath of fresh air after GvK reversed Mark's characterization and Madison became... that. There was still some slight tension between Jia not feeling like she belongs and Andrews wanting to do right by her, even if it means possibly giving her up, only for Jia to go "you're my mom, you're my home, stop being dramatic". You love to see it.

Adding to the Doug solo film idea... Shimo adopts him because he's cute and she thinks his shenanigans are hilarious. Let us have fun wholesome times!

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #godzilla x kong: the new empire #gxk spoilers

[possibilistfanfiction]

What are your domestic headcanons for Bea and Ava in your surgeons AU? And how did Ava realise that they are not cis? And how/when did Beatrice realise she wanted top surgery?

these are great questions i will now come up with answers to bc they're mostly vague in my mind before the actual timeline starts! lmfao

a domestic thing -- ava is obviously, like, incredibly gifted at charming people anywhere, at any time, doing anything. i think bea is a little terrified at first when she starts bringing ava to stuff — trivia night, the climbing gym, even just over to mary + shannon's for dinner — that everyone will immediately love ava way more. or, even worse, that bea will suddenly be expected to be the same kind of charming, to love attention in the same way, to laugh as quickly. but it's not like that at all, obviously: everyone is Delighted by ava & also delighted by bea — quietly, in a way that's still comfortable & happy for her. at the climbing gym ava tried adaptive climbing, like, one time & was like 'no ty lol', but he still loves to come & watch. bea is... quite serious, but ava isn't, so in like ten minutes ava's made friends w all of the people bea enjoys climbing with. the next time bea comes to climb, no one expects anything differently from her, but they ask after ava, a few of the boys tease her for having such a cool, hot partner (fondly, & she loves it), they invite ava out with them for beers saturday. i think they open up each other's worlds in different ways but the crux of it is the same. love them! as @princington said 'they're so tangible' & like they rly are

another domestic thing -- bea can't cook. she's abysmal at it, even after cooking classes. she tries to cook for ava One Time & it truly is so inedible ava just kisses her & orders pizza. she can make eggs, barely, & that's about it. ava tells her they're the best eggs, though

last domestic thing -- they're a big slipper household. at first ava thought it was kinda cute that bea was partial to a nice pair of teva slippers (also, of course, had to tease her) but the second ava tries them he's like oh fuck yah, i get it. needless to say, as he justifies bc of his difficult circulation system but rly just for fun, he gets... a Lot of slippers lol. also bea steals all of ava’s beanies. it’s only fair

in the context of this au, i don't think ava's ever rly been sold on being cis lol. even as a little kid before the accident, ava was happy to just play & imagine & sing & dance. their mom never forced them to Be A Girl, & ava didn't mind, really, when they were in the orphanage, but it never felt like it truly fit. not in a dysphoric way, but just that it was limiting. ava's body was confusing, was hard to come to terms with in that it wasn't the same anymore, they couldn't feel all the things they used to love. so when they finally had the opportunity to like go Be Queer, be in community, her world Opened Up in the most beautiful way. ava LOVES the playfulness & expansion of gender & the body, the control she has over not having to fit in a box. the world is so, so big & so, so lovely, & u know ava also HATES colonized ideas of anything lol, so it just makes sense. in undergrad they had some good trans buddies but also like... drag? LOVE. so it's rly fun for ava, especially with good people

hmm i think bea probably wanted top surgery from day 1 of puberty on but didn't realize until late in college. after a lot of reassurance from her friends that she didn't have to be a Trans Man to want to try a binder, she did, & p much that first night she knew bc she just felt so much better, like her body made sense & she could just relax. idk if bea ever rly feels gender euphoria but she does feel a lot of peace & so that's cool. probably she tells cam first, maybe lilith & cam together, that she wants surgery. by that time they're already in med school & also... they both know lol & so they're rly happy for her & they make her lots of snacks & take care of her afterward. lilith keeps her out of the gym for months even tho bea complains that she's bored & will be so out of shape, cam makes a bunch of food frequently. they're a little family & it's a rly joyful, quiet, happy time; she feels very lucky

#surgeons au #butch bea 🥺🫡 #who knows! not me! making it up on the fly lol my favorite way to write fiction

[writing-rat]

How the Hell did This Happen?

Pairing: Jenna x Vada x Tara

Content Warning: I didn't know how to write this, masturbation, fingering, 3 Jenna characters, I dont fucking know lmfao

Summary: Just... horny stuff. Vada and Tara come over to Jenna's house and Vada is horny.

It was just a normal day in the Ortega household. She was in her apartment, relaxing just before she would have to start filming again which she wasn’t really ready for as she wanted more time to relax. That was at least until a multicoloured portal opened up. Jenna immediately got up, confused as she went to grab a random weapon before 2 people appeared in front of her. At first, she wondered who they were before she saw they were her… and her different characters?

“What the fuck?” she heard Vada say. She was wearing her grey shorts and an orange top while Tara was looking around and went to grab the knife from her pocket. “How did I get here?” Tara asked defensively. Jenna just stood in shock as there were 2 more versions of her there from different universes after all. “I have no idea,” Vada spoke. “Who are you both and why do we look like each other?” she asked looking at the 2 others. “I am Tara,” she spoke looking around as she glared at Jenna, who realised she needed to answer next. “I’m Jenna but… you are played by me in movies,” she answered. The 2 didn’t question the last bit as Vada asked something weird suddenly, but Jenna did expect it as she know that Vada was a horny character. “Do our pussies look the same?” she asked. Tara looked in shock however as Jenna was thinking about the question too. “I would suspect so,” she answered and Tara was looking around the apartment. “Let’s check! Tara, join in!” Vada responded as she was quick to strip. She wasn’t even ashamed due to the fact she was high. Jenna widened her eyes before Vada chucked her shorts and underwear at Tara. Tara flinched and looked at her as she raised an eyebrow, getting flustered at the sight of Vada just wearing a top. Jenna was in shock as she glanced down a little bit at Vada’s crotch. “They aren’t the same,” Jenna admitted. “You are hairier,” she added. That’s when she pulled down her own sweatpants and underwear, revealing how she was neatly trimmed. Tara meanwhile debated doing it before she saw no danger and did the same as she took off her jeans and boxers as she was cleanly shaved. Vada licked her lips. 

“Do you all do penetration?” Vada asked. Jenna was looking at her again in shock as she was nodding. 

“Yeah,” she spoke, still in awe that they were so different yet so similar at the same time. “Of course,” Tara responded as if it was obvious. Vada grinned happily as she was nodding.

“Let’s do a group masturbation. We don’t know how long it will take for us to get back after all,” Vada suggested as Jenna bit her lip and couldn’t help but get wet at the suggestion as she was nodding. She sat down on her couch while Tara hesitantly went on the floor as she was admittedly turned on and Vada went next to Tara as she was looking at her and licked her lips. Vada soon started by rubbing her clit to stimulate herself before everyone was following her movements. Jenna and Tara were also going at the same pace too as Jenna couldn’t help but open her legs even wider. She was fully showing herself off to both of them before she got impatient and entered a finger already in, due to being too horny. Vada let out a little moan as she was throwing her head back also entering a finger while Tara decided to add 2 instead of a singular finger as she was scissoring herself more so she could make them go deeper. Vada watched while doing so as Jenna was throwing her head back against the couch, unable to help her moans coming out as she was grinding against her fingers, before adding another one when Vada was doing the same as she was going slow and gentle at first before she went rough and fast. Tara couldn’t help it however as she came fast. She always did come early if she wasn’t trying to edge herself. That signalled her done. Vada meanwhile kept going as she felt competition with Jenna, even if there wasn’t one. 

Jenna noticed as she looked at her challengingly before she started to enter a third finger and was thrusting harder as she was grunting in pleasure as Vada watched before she played with her breasts. Jenna panted as she was getting close and tried to resist it before she soon came all over her fingers. Vada came a second later. “Let’s all relax now,” Tara spoke. Both the others nodded in agreement.

#ratboy writing #ratboy writes #crossover au

[sbk-zgvlt]

Spiderman Into/Across/Beyond the Spiderverse but it's Sebek but also there is no spiders and there is no getting powers

The "Miles Morales" in this situation is a Sebek who lives in our kind of world: no magic, no cryptic old faes, no superheroes, no nada. He's 15 years old, first year, still trying to figure out what he wants to do in life. He knows that he's been raised to join Diasomnia's business, by his own family and Lilia himself, but after a few encounters with a group that we all know and love, he begins to doubt this.

As he tries to live up to Malleus and Lilia's expectations as well as be able to stand by Silver's side and not be in his shadow, he hangs out with the first years: They're the "Uncle Aaron," except not? They dont die, I prommy.

The first years are the ones who truly understand him, and consequently the ones who get him into trouble. They all frequent this abandoned station that Ace apparently found all by himself (His big brother did). Sebek gets a call, bidding the group goodbye and realizes that it's Malleus. He nervously picks up the call, where Malleus tells him to come "home," which is really just Silver and Sebek's shared apartment. Which is just inside Diasomnia Industries. Which is literally a 10 minute walk from the abandoned station LMFAO

He's greeted by Lilia at the door and everyone's sitting around at the couch. Malleus and Lilia talk about going abroad and, once Silver is done with his third year, that they would like to bring him along with them. Sebek speaks up, kind of like "Haha what about me once I finish MY third year," and thats when it is revealed to him that he will stay where he is. He'll be assigned to another branch of Diasomnia while Malleus, Lilia, and Silver go to the main one.

Sebek is just sat there gaping like a fish, as Malleus, Lilia and Silver go on and on about this being a good experience for him and how maybe after a few years he could also join them, but here's the thing: the whole reason Sebek is in this stupid school with Silver is because of them. He got rid of all his other hobbies and interests because he felt at home with these three and wanted to join them only to find out that all that is for nothing because theyre just going to go off into another country. Years is going to seem like nothing to them but to Sebek? Thats an eternity.

He unexpectedly snaps when Malleus says something along the lines of, "Im sure youll be fine" after Sebeks question if its really a good idea. He runs away in shame, back to the rest of the first years who reassure him and shit before Sebek finally feels ready to go back.

By the time he does however, he sees Silver inside his room. Sebek is back to pissed again because "???why r u going through my stuff what the hell" before Silver picks up a photo and shows it to Sebek. Its him and the first years. "Who are these guys?" The insult that was about to leave Sebek's mouth suddenly died down in his throat.

"'March 17, XXXX.'" Silver's eyes darkened. "This...this was last year. The whole time we were waiting for you to come home...you were hanging out with them?" Surprise Sebek celebrated his bday with the first years instead of Diasomnia lol. Dia 3 have already noticed that he's becoming distant for like months now, but they dont know WHY.

This spirals into a fight again, where Silver says something along the lines of "What, youd rather be with them than us? Your family?" and Sebek responds with "UH YEAH IF YOU GUYS KEEP BEING PRICKS????" Silver threatens Sebek that he'll tell Malleus and Lilia about his escapades, causing Sebek to- you guessed it!!!! RUN AWAY AGAIN

As he reaches the station, he realizes the first years r gone for some reason. They usually end up staying past 7 anyway and it IS past 7 so where are they??? Suddenly, the whole city blacks out. Sebek quickly turns on the flashlight because ooo creepy abandoned station. He hears a noise from the tunnel, almost like a running engine but psht thats impossible right??? Its not called ABANDONED for a reason-

OH SHIT I ALMOST GOT HIT BY A TRAIN

For SOME honest to god reason there is a TRAIN and suddenly Sebek is face to face with its doors. The windows are sleek black, making it impossible to see from the outside. The doors open, and Sebek is quick to take a step back and run away-

On March 6, Sebek Zigvolt goes missing.

#ill be honest wiht u i only stopped there because this bitch is LONG #i dont have a proper name for this erm #twst baskverse au #haha get it. because a group of crocodiles on land is called bask #ill shut up now #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt

[rainiishowers]

Welp more Mammon's Crows Content is something I'm in!

Can I request Mammon's Crows [Or the Corvadea Army as I like to call them] having a hivemind/connected consciousness? Like they can talk to Mammon and Mammon only unless someone tried to interfere with Mammon's consciousness [Belphie]. They act as his mental guardians and troublebringers, preventing anybody unauthorized and keeping Mammon awake from weeks.

They could go to like "Father we want gold" to "Father we crave for slaughter."

Imagine the faces when Mammon's Crows exhibit such bloodthirsty looks and Mammon literally is used to it like "Yes yes, I'll feed you some human villages soon let me finish this *Tired Father sigh*"

Idk Chaotic Father Mammon and Chaotic Children Crows/Ravens/Corvadea.

A/N: These are going to be a 3 n 1 story since I don’t know how to keep a consistent plot lmfao Some sassy Mammon, as a bonus <3 Summary: Adventures of Crow Father Mammon and Chaotic Crows! Genre: Fluff Warnings: Not proofread, Mammon x MC on the the last story --- Currently, Mammon was in the planetarium with his crows. This was a meeting spot of theirs when his crows wanted his attention. Mammon fully expected them to of done something that made them come to the planetarium and want him to come there as well. "So, what did ya do?" 'We committed violence.' "Not surprised. On who?" ‘A lesser demon who we heard had bullied Leviathan.’

He tsks, leaning back. He didn’t take too kindly to demons bothering his brothers, nobles or lesser. Either way, it’s best if they don’t end up on Mammon’s bad side. He knew his crows were expecting a reward so he flicks a coin in front of them and pet ones head. He felt like a father to these crows, and his brothers make jokes about that. Mammon didn’t mind of course, but man can the squawking get tiring.. ---

The brothers were walking to RAD, and Belphie was staring at the crows, wit them staring back. You see, it was a harmless thing. The brothers wanted to see what was going on in the second born’s mind, money and wealth, they assumed. But when Belphie tried to sneak into his mind, he was met a force violently pushing him back and preventing him from entering.  The youngest assumed it was Mammon’s crows, so now he was glaring at them for giving him headaches so bad that he can barely sleep, only doze off until the pain hits.  Belphie goes up to Mammon and taps his shoulder, getting his attention. “Yea? What’s up?” “I think your crows fucked with me somehow, can you tell them to stop whatever they’re doing?” Mammon looks at the crow on his shoulder, who looks back. They stare at each other for a second before Mammon turns to his brother and shrugs. “Ya shouldn’t of tried to invade my dreams.” And he just walks off, leaving Belphie flabbergasted.  --- Mammon was in his room, writing a letter. He heard squawking from the window and looks over, seeing a murder of about 8 to 10 crows.  ‘Father, we want gold and violence.’

Mammon turns over and crosses his arms. “Usually it’s only one of the two but now it’s both?” ‘...Please?’ Mammon sighs and turns back to his letter. It was a love letter for MC that he wanted to give, but was too embarrassed to.  He suddenly had an idea. “How about-” He turns to his crows. “I finish this letter, ya deliver it to MC and I’ll give ya both.” The crows seem to be in agreement, so Mammon finishes his letter and hands it to the crows. -- The next day, Mammon was giving gold to his crows in the garden, planning to give them violence later today. “Mammon!!” He hears a familiar voice and turns to see MC, who was smiling. They sat beside him. “So, I got your letter that your crows so dutifully delivered and I feel the same way..” Mammon sat there, jaw open as he searches for the right words. “Really?”  “Yes, really” ‘Are we getting a new parent?’ Mammon glares at his crows, earning a puzzled look from the human. “Did they say something?” Mammon rubs the back of his neck with a small grin. “Well, would you like to become a crow parent?”

#obey me shall we date #obey me! mammon #obey me! mc #crows #crow father #fluff #mammon x mc #gender neutral mc

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

#bottom writes #nsft #the arcana lemon #the arcana #consul valerius #the duke #Sam x Valerius #Lucio is there too but not enough to warrant a tag on here lol #lemon #Valerius x OC #fan apprentice donna #don’t worry they’re getting their time to really shine in the next chapters lmfao #photo doesn’t really relate to the fic but it captures the vibes like truly LMFAO

[lisascumslut78]

would you tell me about your wips 👀 if i looked at you like this 👀 until you told me 👀

OKAY!! finally had time and energy to do this i'm sorry 😭

okay so. most of these are like. darna/darlentina/reginarda and a few odd ones (surprisingly, almost all this is filipino. huh.) but anyway.

let's get the darna/darlentina/reginarda wips out first!!

5+1 things darlentina or five times narda saves regina and one time she doesn't.

this is my baby. the very first fic i've written for this fandom and it's very very special to me lsdkjfsld. i add to it little little by little every once in a while but i dont think it's nowhere near finished (sorry!!) it's basically a rewrite of the whole show so, you know, it's going to be a big one lmfaooo. i'm going to take what i want from canon and throw the rest in the trash. still deciding if i want it chapter by chapter or just one big oneshot thing. hm.

fake dating au

yeah fake dating. although not in the way you'd expect. regina thinks narda and darna are dating. so to keep regina off her back and from finding out she's both, narda thought it'd be a great idea to throw off regina by letting her think she's dating the superhero. this was funnier in my head. this one's a very recent wip, had the thought while in the middle of class one day lmfao

woman of her dreams (yeah no im not good with this)

okay so. basically regina keeps dreaming about this girl since like. she was a child. up until adulthood she keeps dreaming about her. she never has a name, only vague flashes of her facial features, her hands, her smile etc. semi-canon. narda is still half alien, but they dont meet the same. until they do meet and regina's so shocked she falls off the balcony.

gala smut

basically what the title says lkdjflfdfg. i remember working on this when the first few weeks the show was airing and like i was running on pure emotion that time. what a time indeed. well anyway. they fuck in a bathroom. so yea.

a scene rewrite

there was just this really really annoying scene in the show that i just. had to fix ya know? like. girl. she would not say that. so yeah.

friends with benefits au

was once again driven by pure emotion with this. bc like. that would be so so good. it'd be so angsty and like. i haven't really read anything like it in the fandom before so!!

regina almost dies

yeah so if you haven't seen the show regina dies (but only briefly) and like. i wanted to fix that because of how stupid they set it up like. GIRL. she was too far from that tree to pierce her oh my god???

ALRIGHT. i think i'm done with the reginarda wips. on to some other ones i have :D

i'm just going to list some of them off since i don't really remember where i wanted them to go lmfao.

chapter two of my lilanette fwb

lilanette childhood friends au

lilanette secretly friends au

a barbie oneshot

needifer x mean girls au

okay. with this one, my sister and i suddenly had a brain fart thinking what if jennifer survived and needy moved to chicago or something and attended northshore. fucking insane i know. it was supposed to be a collab thing but my sister didn't really want to anymore so i'm mostly the one working on it.

rookie exes au

okay so. rookie is a filipino movie about the new kid who doesn't play volleyball (she only plays basketball), joins the volleyball team, and falls in love with the team captain. the captain dislikes her at first but, you know, her swagless looks and cringe fail autistic personality eventually captivates her. you know, basic shit.

it's a very... feel good movie i would say. it didn't really resonate with me as much as i was hoping it would but, it's a good watch, i think.

i wanted to imagine them not too far into the future but they're not together. (though, the movie leaves us with an ambiguous ending regarding their relationship, first off) i just love exes aus. ough. oh yeah it's sapphic.

this is entirely too long omfg. i doubt it'll be an interest to anyone but maybe a couple of people but!!! yeah i kind of wanted to share this too. kinda.

#asks #emily-prentits #SORRY ABOUT THIS JO LMFAO

[short-black-diamond]

omg you're so sweet 😭🫶🏼💕 dw so far my uni life is actually pretty nice so far! sure, it started out awkward but I already have a few friends that I've went out multiple times with to have my lunch and they make really good company. I'm also living in a hostel and oh my god, THANKFULLY all my housemates are nice girls because you have no idea how many horror stories I've heard of people hating and being disturbed by their housemates.

but like, my housemates aren't exactly living saints lmfao, some of them still have some pretty annoying habits but it's to be expected when you're living with a bunch of strangers.

as for kira, if I'm not mistaken, didn't ego said in the beginning of the story that once someone gets eliminated in blue lock, any hope they have regarding football in japan is absolutely crushed? I mean sure, kira still could technically play for other countries since he was pretty famous in the football department but hmmm I'm not really sure 🤔 I'm not really an analyst lmao, I just love reading analysts that people make of bllk characters. but I see your point, it would be pretty cool for kira to suddenly return and I bet the look on Isagi's face will be absolutely priceless 😭

- 🌷 anon

I hope nothing bad will happen to you and your precious roommates and that you guys will stay nice and friendly to each other and that you guys won't go at each others necks, also send out greetings and good luck from me, and it also goes to you too, my blossoming tulip!!!

I also hope that they don't put up a facade to be fake girls, so be cautious.

And now, what you said about Kira, yeah I've been thinking that too, because he won against Isagi, but lost when Isagi kicked him in the face with a ball. Also, when Kira looked at everyone wiht that angry/ugly snarl of his, yelling that he'd come back, I really think he will.

Just...maybe in a hundred or more chapters later or sooner, idk. and regarding what you said about Isagi and his remeeting with kira which might (not) happen, yeah, I think Isagi would look pretty dumbfounded when Kira would waltz in and demand a match against him. Or something like that.

-your diamond <3

#my beautiful 🌷 #🌷tulip #🌷 anon #my blossoming 🌷 #kira x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk theories with short-black-diamond #bllk x you #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader

[thenextcelestialchapter]

Also I was expecting “The Birth of Kitaro” to be more full of feels, and it likely will be in the 2022 movie, but yeah, the manga version is hilariously brisk and not very sympathetic to Kitaro lmao... Basically goes like this, paraphrased...

Mizuki: Shit dude. Yokai blood got into the blood bank somehow and it turning people into monsters. This could hurt the company’s reputation! It’s up to me...

Mizuki: *IMMEDIATELY realizes he got way in over his head and isn’t gonna stop realizing this for like 6-7 years apparently lmao*

Mizuki: Okay so this tainted yokai blood came from... MY OWN ADDRESS?! I guess there’s that rotten old temple out back--*goes to check it out*

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS?!?!?!

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS PREGNANT?!?!?!?

Mizuki: Dude I really gotta tell the blood bank about you guys mixing your yokai blood into the supply, I get you needed money for medicine, but this is legit harming/killing people, it’s my ethical responsibility...

Kitaro’s Dad: FUCK YOU AND FUCK ALL THEM OTHER PEOPLE, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT HERE AND DIE EVEN THOUGH MY WHOLE BODY IS ALREADY ROTTING?! *SHOVES HIS ROTTEN FACE RIGHT UP NEXT TO MIZUKI’S* HMM??

Mizuki: UM... OKAY I GUESS WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT I CAN LET PPL DIE FOR 8-9 MORE MONTHS UNTIL YOU GET THIS WHOLE ‘HAVING A BABY’ THING WORKED OUT...?

Kitaro’s Dad: Oh sweet! Cool, thanks bro. :)

Mizuki, comes back 9 months later to find they’re both dead: Oh thank god that worked itself out! Guess I should bury these things. but... Damn that’s a lotta hard work. And that dad is already super icky so uh... Look I’m just gonna bury the mom, okay? Okay.

Mizuki: *hears noises coming from the grave 3 days later* Sure, I’ll check this out I guess... OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, KILL IT, KILL IT--Oh wait, it’s a baby. Sorry about that, kid! *fucks off*

Kitaro’s Dad: *the eyes that should have rotted first are apparently the last thing to go for this dude so he just straight up turns into a giant eyeball-dude and goes to help his son, apparently never once regretting fucking his zombiefied wife who was in no shape to get pregnant, jus finds his son and puts him on a leash like a dog and drags him to Mizuki’s house lmfao??*

Mizuki: *having a nice peaceful slumber--LOL NOT ANYMORE* EW OH MY GOD IT’S THAT MONSTER CHILD I TRIED TO KILL BEFORE, IN MY BED!!! ...You know what I’m just too tired, fuck it I give up, I guess I’ll “raise you as my own”, or whatever... *is totally not going to do this lmao*

Mizuki’s mom: Um... What are you going to do with that child? *a very very VERY legit question*

Mizuki: Oh mother... Can’t talk! Late for work! I’m off!

Mizuki’s mom: ...Fine. (IT LITERALLY WENT LIKE THAT LMAO... XD Like the last few lines and the next few lines basically aren’t even paraphrasing, it’s straight from the book... XD)

6 Years later... 

Mizuki’s mom: Dude that creepy Kitaro kid you took in keeps going places at night...

Mizuki: Yeah, I know...

Mizuki’s mom: SO FUCKING GO FIND OUT WHERE AND WHY!!

Mizuki: *comes back* I have no idea where he went, I lost him in the graveyard--

Mizuki’s mom: OH MY GOD JUST GET RID OF THE LIL MONSTER ALREADY?!

Mizuki: Kitaro! I followed you last night, but lost you by a tree in the graveyard! Where did you go?

Kitaro: I was playing in the world of the dead...

Mizuki: Quit yanking my chain kid, as if such a place really even exis--

Kitaro: It’s where spirits live...

Mizuki: WAIT I SUDDENLY BELIEVE YOU, WTF, CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH THE DEAD?! Okay I am so over this whole “raise you like my own” thing by now, my mom was right, you’re an abomination and you gotta go man...

Mizuki’s Mom: FUCKING FINALLY!

Daddy Eyeball: Oh hey, Kitaro! You’re totally not being kicked out buddy, lets go see the world! 

Kitaro, apparently: I will forever help humans because of all that you have done for me, Mizuki. I am truly grateful.

Me: And I am truly grateful... That you didn’t realize what an asshole Mizuki’s character really was and decide to never help humans ever... XD;;;;;

#gegege no kitaro #kitaro #shigeru mizuki

[frostbite-the-bat]

BACK TO WRITING THE DREAM I HAD about the dream I had

Mostly forgot all the sections of it

But I remember a part that was like a how to train your dragon video game, which was mostly focused on the existing cast but I could talk to everyone - it was all in first person, too. unsure if i was a dragon or if i was a viking, but either way i could speak and didn't have a dragon of my own yet seemingly (unless i was the dragon - this dream wasn't very polite in letting me know what i am or giving me a larger role in the story, i was mostly in the backseat of other things happening in the game cutscene-esque moments)

i remember observing some dragons and how they fly and?? how some dragons need to keep their wings and some don't need them to be recognizable or something? yea this part was nonsense spat at me after watching a video on butterfly metamorphosis lmfao

then 2 scenes stand out, one where i look into a large, large crater behind berk. it was a very different place, way deeper into the woods and surrounded by hills / mountains, but it was still called berk. the crater reminded me of area zero and in the distance i saw glowing dragon eggs from caves that were poking out. i instantly wanted to go there and investigate and take the lonely eggs into my care - but hiccup said it's a bad idea for my skill level currently.

i would also keep talking about how the crater was either created by a meteor strike, or a volcanic explosion - though yeah it was definitely a meteor.

then, it cuts to a scene of astrid and some different viking flying by swiftly. she looked a lot like astrid, however she was shorter, had black hair - and resembed heather a lot, but it clearly wasn't her. she rode on a smaller deadly nadder (smaller than stormfly) that was slightly purple tinted. she kept flying back and trying to attack, and i remember hiccup and astrid getting behind a shield as this mystery viking got her deadly nadder to shoot spines at it.

then the time kinda?? skipped and things were fine. suddenly, the valley all of this was happening in had like... a hall inside of it? some stairs that went down into a way more modern looking hall. supposedly, i had class to attend. i now had more control over myself and i can recall my thoughts more - but the memory aside from specific moments is still fuzzy.

i had some school trip to attend, and i called bullshit, since i am Out Of School and Unemployed. (i actually have a job-search related thing to attend in 2 fucking days that i DO NOT WANT TO ATTEND that might have affected this dream.) and i really didn't wanna go, and the people there kept being mean to me. (i love bullying trauma) but supposedly, i had to, said the teacher who looked suspiciously like my middle school P.E. teacher and my high school P.E. teacher combined.

i kept walking in and out the place, for some reason, i guess forgetting something each time. first time i was about to leave i forgot my bag - and when i got back a lot of the pins i had on the bottom have been stolen, and i was really upset. the other kids laughed.

i eventually walk out and it's a way bigger space than expected. there was a big, white hallway that reminded me of the underground train station pathways we got here. the way "back" (to where originally berk was), was going to the left, but i decided to go right.

going right took me a flight of stairs, where things got noticeably more wet. there was a whole mall, however - if i turned right once more it was an aquarium! it was also tied to the bathrooms. i was originally gonna make my escape there, but i then begin going through the aquarium.

after making my way through the aquarium, there were some pools - with instructors and a dolphin that the others were observing. the instructor gave a talk about dolphins and how this guy is special for being able to be here. however, i received a map of the pool in my "UI" . it showed the lay out but also random head icons of high roller, and so, very autistically, i keep trying to make my way to those locations

only to find... NOTHING. and of course when i thought i finally saw hr my alarm rings and i wake the fuck up!

fun

there was also a part of the dream during the school trip parts where some kid supposedly died choking to a odd mysterious black piece in a big mlp toy set???? SURE, DREAMS, SURE

#guzma's dream journal