#this is just fluff basically

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i wanted to make an alternate more canon-compliant butterfly Howdy... similar but Different! the wings were a pain in my ass!

#tried to keep the basic vibes of the og look #incorporate the eyespots and all that #i just wanted to do this since the og look bothers me! #it was made for an au and so i leaned more towards a realistic butterfly look #this was a fun challenge! #i lied i hated it. coloring this made me want to toss my tablet in the trash #getting the wings to mesh.... Ugh.... #scribble salad #yassified howdy <3 #so much fluff to contain!!! #i imagine that he got sally to tailor his shirts and stuff so his fluff could Fit #i think his apron would be blue now??? #basically it and his blue striped shirt switch colors! #since he's already Very blue / cool colored #in my mind the spiral part of his wings is a little 3d and slightly Plush! #he's got some Texture to 'em! #as you all can see im a fan of gradients and Dots

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

#you people are becoming my guinea pigs for my finally learning how to communicate information via comics. a thing ive needed to practice at #also BLEGH. YUCK. andrew hussie was right candy makes you sick. this is a little too saccharine for me. yeesh. let me get back to the meat. #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanart #in stars and time fanart #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #doodlebyte #'let me get back to the meat' i say eyeing something similarly sickly in my sketches. at least it's mildly tormented as a counterbalance... #you people have no idea how much im having to stay my own hand. oh i can draw miserable nudity but the most basic of fluff? visceral #anyway i dont know the logistics of picking up a glass eye or where loop got money (besides pilfering from siffrin) & ive previously drawn #sif with a vague blank middle-grey eye as either being scarred over or a blank occular prosthesis put in quickly at the nearest town #i dont know that they'd have a glass eye during the game but considering prosthesis are reccomended to keep the skull etc from deforming #id imagine it would probably come up postgame as something to do now theyre not on a time limit trying to save the country #plus i assume that having it gouged at by a sadness wasnt exactly a clean wound by any measure #all this to say. idk i just wanted to get some information across in comic form to Test my Abilities #and we're far enough down now to say my absolute most wretchingly sweet fluff headcanon that actually inspired this #which is that i think siffrin gets into the habit of not wearing the eyepatch around loop so they kinda match. #and as a signifier to the other that they're letting their guard down around them. vulnerability etc. #just kinda wearing it around their neck so they don't lose it

[sanatomis]

cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.

to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.

he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.

it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.

it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.

pick your poison, as one would say.

#my boo bear #i’m a sucker for casual intimacy that others wouldn’t think of as casual but feel like the most natural thing to the couple :(( #it’s a love for me that goes so deep #it basically says ‘loving you is as breathing; it comes to me effortlessly and constantly and i do it without thinking’ ITS JUST SO #oh to be loved like that #ꕤ — sanatomis darling: gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #okay sneaking this in. . . #⍣ ❥ ೋ 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑖-𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog ; satoru gojo

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, dripping with exhaustion, a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated — from satoru, this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you in. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. like clockwork. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting, slipping from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth cherishing, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything that’s good, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches a flicker of joy dance within your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back. 

so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

#im a lil unsure how to feel abt this piece i feel like it lost its flow pretty quickly 😔👉👈but i rlly did have fun writing it hehe #my baseline for yan!gojo is basically; a kind man who’s so in love w u that he’s willing to compromise his own morals to keep u safe #he’s not particularly possessive or even obsessive?? to him violence really is just . a necessary means to keep u happy #this is almost definitely the only yan piece ill ever write bUT im very fond of this gojo … he’s a tortured little meowmeow <33 #cw yandere #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #tw yandere

[puppydoggraham]

I feel like when I say hannigram are domestic they completely misunderstand what I mean. They think I mean in the sense that they don’t kill. Absolutely not. Hannigram are unlike any other relationship already. Their normal is not like usual couples. Domesticity for them IS killing together while they cook together after<3333

#hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #I explore hannigram domesticity in my one Halloween fic #that’s basically them being domestic to me #a lot of cute fluff + them killing together #they ARE domestic just not how you think #the people who get it get it

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

i hereby present, the au i thought i would never actually do anything with bc i thought it up purely bc i like fairytales and drawing critters and didnt think anything through beyond that: the Sheep-Reader x Wolves-Sun/Moon au!

where Reader is a small, somewhat outcast sheep from a small isolated Sheep Town in the North who has always had dreams to finding some nice friendly town in the South where they could settle down and sell their wares- clothes, trinkets, and accessories made from their own wool! One day they meet two 'sled dogs' that have been wandering almost their whole lives, doing odd jobs here and there, and, inspired by the friendly one's stories and genuine kindness, they hire the two to be their guides/bodyguards on their journey to the South! The world was much too big and dangerous for one sheep to travel on their own, afterall; even if some hungry stranger didn't attack the sheep, the loneliness of the journey would surely end them on its own. But now, with two new friends at their side and hope in their heart, dear sheep-Reader is more than ready to make their dream a reality <3 (the two sled dogs r not sled dogs) (they're wolves) (lol)

BIG THANKS TO @rainbowcat-writing FOR ACTUALLY FLESHING OUT THIS AU WITH ME LOL I'D DIE FOR U THANK U ILY

#sheep and wolves au #sheep reader #wolves sun/moon #wolf sun #wolf moon #fluff and fur au #bones of a rabbit au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun/moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #doodles #sketches #story ideas #story concepts #au rambles #yea i know i have too many aus. anyway i may have just thought of another one where basically t

[yuu-kumeii]

A/N : I swear this is just a Kiyoomi drabble, the set up just got a tiny bit too long

Ok so imagine the MSBY 4 having to make a 'day in the life of' type vlog for a promotion for an upcoming game, event, or collab. Where everyone can take turns holding the camera and vlog about their individual days and routines, so the whole video would be like a compilation vlog showcasing the team in their purest form.

Shoyo and Koutaro will absolutely just ramble on camera about every little thing that happened to them, often getting distracted when it's their turn with the camera. At times both are just going on about their mornings when either one of them holds the camera while the other 2 members just walk in silence behind them.

Being able to capture moments like Kou forgetting he's supposed to put the camera on the bench to get good enough shots of their practice, so the shots of their practice were from far away with a clear blur to it or when Shoyo accidentally dropped the handheld, picked it back up quickly and immediately apologized to the coach while offering to pay for it despite nothing being actually broken. All caught on camera, blurry figures and a lot of fast camera shakes.

Out of the 2, Kou is the one who most likely forgets the next thing he's going to talk about because he was focused on the current topic. He may be older but that doesn't mean he changed all that much, it's still ok though, the marketing department in charge of the editing said it makes him look all the more approachable.

Meanwhile, Shoyo is the 'golden boy' of this vlog. He's energetic, humble, kind, encouraging and he has just the type of face that screams 'We look forward to your support! I promise we won't let you down!'. He also does the same things Kou does, but he gets visibly flustered when he forgets. Everyone would find that cute, the marketing team just knew it.

He and Kou are on the same basis in terms of the 'pure and lovable one people just can't help but support' but they're on different wavelengths.

Kou appeals to the crowd that just craves this type of whimsy and fast paced energy, someone who forgets to think before he does most things but will be the most visibly sincere about apologizing that you can't help but forgive him.

While Shoyo appeals to a more mellowed out side, much like Kou but he's a bit more aware of his actions and surroundings. He does have his moments though and that paired with his pure hearted nature just makes it sweeter to watch.

On the other hand, you have Atsumu and Kiyoomi. Two very different players with very different appeals on camera, yet able to have some of the best back and forths throughout the vlog.

Atsumu, to no one's surprise, will try to capitalize every part of the screen. Whenever it's his turn to hold the camera, it's his turn. So much happens in such a short amount of time that it felt like he was on a multi-week reality show and not a one day vlog, he would go on and on about himself and his life story that it's hard not to feel like you've known the guy your whole life at that point.

Not to mention the amount of mishaps he tries to shake off is enough for his fans to make an entire compilation video. It's so much fun to see Atsumu trip, stagger that clearly shows he was caught off guard, then going back to vlogging on camera like nothing happened while the others laugh behind him. Other notable things were Kiyoomi 'accidentally' serving a ball straight into the back of Tsumu's head while he was explaining his routine on camera and Atsumu also accidentally dropping the camera but instead of admitting it he just pretends nothing happened.

Too bad the editing crew decided to keep that little moment in the video.

One last tidbit that showed Atsumu being just as caring as the sunshine pair was his 'attempt' at subtly promoting Onigiri Miya throughout his parts, emphasis on attempt. Because he would say things like,

"I like ta' go to Onigiri Miya sometimes, cause' I gotta brag to Samu' about another win ya' know? The food 's also good,"

"Is this an ad for Onigiri Miya?"

"...No"

Yeah, no one believes him. But it's so cute, watching him deny every accusation that he wants to brag about his twin's accomplishments as much as his own. Samu definitely put in extra fatty tuna in Tsumu's onigiri for that, don't tell him that though.

And lastly Kiyoomi, your boyfriend and very captivating volleyball player of the MSBY Black Jackals.

Every time he's on-screen, it's just a whole different energy. Calm and collected with minimal words, a drastic difference from the many life stories you get from the others, Kiyoomi prefers to be as vague and general as possible. However, even if his talking is minimal, he still manages to have some of the funniest shots in the video. Courtesy of the other members helping to fill Kiyoomi's segments.

Though the one moment you can say will stick with you, and him, til the day you probably get married (hopefully, fingers crossed). So, each of the boys have a little clip that encapsulates each of their characters and dynamics with each other. Those moments include Shoyo and Koutaro having a little game of rock-paper-scissors in the corner of the gym, everyone trying to imitate Kiyoomi's bendy wrist, 3/4 of the MSBY 4 getting reprimanded by Meian while the rest just watch with smug looks.

All the best moments that show how close they are in a little montage. The moment you're referring to, is this clip of the Jackal's gym. Empty and quiet, the lights are still on and everything is in its place. There, in the corner on a bench, is Kiyoomi sitting by himself. Munching on some dried plums from this little white packet, just sitting there.

It's not something you can explain but seeing him there alone, not to mention the way it was shot that made him look teeny tiny, just about did it for you. The second that clip was shown, you were gone, sent to the sky never to return.

He just looked so small and alone, it's so sad but it's so funny to you. It gives you the uncontrollable urge to coo at him and kick your feet a little, the b roll of the shot just slowly panning towards his little big figure on that bench minding his own business.

He's so little, so cute, so by himself in that gym and he's so going to be your fiance because you want that clip played in your guys' engagement party as one of your reasons to marry him.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」 #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #This has been in my drafts for how long???? #I have another one that's basically done but I just wanted to add more to it but I never did #Is she back??? I dunno 😍 #I mean hopefully I am 😭

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Please tell me you have some fluff after that angst you posted, because god damn. I would hug and cuddle konig any day of the week.

❤️ Things König has heard after he started dating you (things he can't stop thinking about) ❤️

"Wow… You work in the military?!" *with shining eyes*

"Can you teach me how to shoot sometime? I'll be a good student I promise ^^"

"You know martial arts too? Ok, you're officially the coolest guy I've ever met."

"I love it when you talk about knives, but can we kiss now? ;)"

"I really missed you… Did you miss me?"

"I hope you like muffins, I baked you a whole box of them!"

"You brought me flowers...? Gosh, could you get any more charming?"

"You're such a gentleman ^^" (After he just opened the door for you)

*that helpless noise you made when you saw him naked for the first time*

"Oh god, you have the best cock ever…"

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop—!"

*literally all the noises and little gasps you make in bed*

"I knew you'd be trouble…" *while lying in his arms, in your happy sex afterglow, drawing little circles on his chest*

"I can't stop thinking about you, big boy~…" *on the phone, just before phone seggs*

"I really like you, you know?" *while cuddling and fiddling with his shirt*

"You can't just say/do that and expect not to be kissed!" (After he just said or did something nice and sweet)

"König… Five more minutes…" *when he's trying to get out of the bed in the morning and you attach yourself to him with sleepy determination*

#könig fluff #just a collection of fluffy prompts basically #use if you wish! ^^ #könig x reader #könig x you

[starrylevi]

Going to the beach with Levi 🏝️💦🥰

(This was just supposed to be a simple headcanon but my brain would not rest until all of this was written)

You know the beach isn’t exactly Levi’s favorite place. The water’s usually cold, the sand can be especially messy, and beaches tend to be extremely crowded. However, it’s summer time and of course Levi knew at some point you would want to go. So he rents a car, loads up the lounge chairs and umbrellas you both ordered, along with a cooler. Levi’s a planner so he made sure to think of everything. Once you get to the beach, both of you set everything up. Levi puts sunscreen on himself before he applies it onto you, mumbling “The UV rays will kill you…”

You take endless pictures of Levi, capturing his toned body, his black swim trunks hanging loosely around his hips while wearing the black ray bans you bought him.

Levi tells you he’s not going into the water which earns him a frown from you. You show him the waterproof case you brought specifically for taking pictures while in the water. “You don’t really trust that thing, do you?” He asks incredulously. He’ll roll his eyes at you as you double down, assuring him your phone will be safe.

You practically have to drag him to get him into the ocean, tugging on his hand as he reluctantly follows you into the water.

“Oh my god, it’s cold.” You laugh, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around yourself.

“What, it isn’t as great as you thought it would be?” You hear Levi tease behind you, chuckling at your discomfort of the temperature of the water. You quickly forget about the freezing water and turn around, splashing water towards him. The water hits its mark, droplets appearing on his hair, face, and body. He isn’t expecting that so it takes him a second to recover. He doesn’t move, his eyes narrow at you once he’s able to blink the water out of them. “I’m going to give you till the count of 3, Y/N.” He says calmly, wearing an almost imperceptible smirk.

“No, I’m sorry!” You yell out, laughter still in your voice as you back away from him, knowing he’s not going to let you get away with this.

“One.”

“Shit…” You giggle as you attempt to put some distance between you two. It’s difficult because of the waves that keep threatening to bring you back to him.

“Two.” His smirk is more noticeable now, and his eyes have a playful glint in them.

You keep backing away, fighting against the waves as you watch Levi.

“Three.”

You don’t know why you even tried outrun the man, especially in water. Levi catches up to you in seconds, one of his slender arms seizes you by the waist, yanking you back to him so you’re both chest to chest. While still holding you to his chest, he scoops you up, the other arm going under the back of your knees so that he’s carrying you bridal style.

You shriek loudly while closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

You hear Levi’s low chuckle but you also feel it, the vibrations of the wonderful sound present in his chest. “Open your eyes, brat.”

You oblige, opening one eye cautiously before also opening the other. Levi’s smirking down at you in his arms and you can’t help but admire him for a moment. Strands of wet black hair stick to his forehead as he looks at you. With the sun hitting him directly his eyes shine a brilliant blue, almost matching the clear sky. Beads of water grace his porcelain skin, running down his face, neck, and chest. “You’re so pretty.” You say without thinking.

Levi playfully rolls his eyes, the smirk still on his face. “Flattery will get you nowhere in this situation.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” He pretend pouts before he brings you closer to him, leaning his own head down so he can give you a soft kiss. “Hold your nose.” He murmurs as he pulls away from your lips. You almost don’t register what he’s saying until you see his smirk get wider. Your own eyes widen and you quickly hold your nose before Levi plunges you into the cold water, releasing you from his hold. You’re not under for long before you feel Levi’s arms pulling you back up to the surface.

You take a deep breath once you’re not underwater anywhere. “Thank you for that.” You say with a chuckle as you slick back your wet hair.

Levi responds with a chuckle of his own before pulling you to him for another kiss, feeling his smile as he places his lips against yours. You live for these moments with Levi, the ones in which you both, especially Levi, forget all about your responsibilities and just have fun.

“Ooo, can I get on your back?” You ask excitedly as you gently pull away.

“What for?”

“So you can carry me around.” You say with a smile. “It’ll be fun!”

“Get on, brat.” He orders as he turns his back to you, crouching down a little so it’s easier for you to get on. You use his shoulders for support as you mount, wrapping your arms around neck while you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel him as he hooks his arms under your legs to keep you secure.

You remember the lanyard around your own neck, that’s attached to the waterproof phone case. You use this opportunity to pull it out and take a selfie of you and Levi.

“Really?” You hear Levi ask as you hold out the phone in front of both of you, angling it up to get a better picture.

“Yes, really.” You answer before putting on a smile and snapping a photo of the both of you, noting Levi’s resting bitch face. “If you could smile in the next one that would be great!”

You’re the one person that Levi will let take pictures of him. 99% of the pictures you take involving him live in your phone, never to be seen by anyone else. They are for your eyes only. The other 1% you share on social media, but only if he’s okay with it. You respect Levi’s privacy.

You see Levi roll his eyes through the camera and you chuckle, capturing the moment. “Smile, Levi.” You say before taking another picture. He offers you a hint of a smile, which is good enough for you. The last picture you take is of you capturing Levi off guard by quickly kissing his cheek. It’s probably your favorite as you see a hint of blush in Levi’s cheeks. “Okay, we’re done!”

“Thank God.”

You chuckle as you return your arm around Levi’s neck, securing yourself against him. You both float around like this for about twenty minutes, making conversation about mermaids and sirens (Levi doesn’t think they’re real but you don’t waver on your stance that they are) Erwin’s barbecue that you’re both supposed to attend the next day (“He better not burn the meat.” Levi says with a huff) and other random things (“I wonder what birds think about all day“ “They just eat, shit, and piss”).

After, you both get out of the water. Levi reaches his lounge chair and lies down on it. Once you see him comfortably lying down, you get the idea to lie down with him. “Don’t have your own chair?” Levi jokes as he spreads his legs, making space you can lie in between them. You’re snug as a bug in the chair with him, your head lying on his chest and his arms loosely wrapped around you his fingers gently trace circles on your back. It’s incredibly soothing and you end up falling asleep for about half an hour. You only wake up because you feel light taps on your shoulder and soft kisses to your forehead.

“Hm?” You lift your head up lazily, nose scrunched as you look up at Levi.

“Hungry?”

You give him a little nod and you see him reach for something on the side before bringing back a sandwich. He pulls it out of the ziplock bag and holds it up to your mouth, gesturing for you to take a bite. You take a bite, savoring the taste. “Thank you.” He feeds you the rest of the sandwich before offering you a bottle of water to wash it down.

You decide to take a few more photos while still resting on Levi’s chest. You’re being silly in most of the photos while Levi’s in the background with his sunglasses on, wearing his usual stoic expression. You do get a few shots in which he’s chuckling, looking absolutely gorgeous. You also manage to get him to put him up a peace sign in one of the pictures.

What really surprises you is while you’re taking a short video of the beach. You capture the beautiful scenery before turning the video back on you and Levi, at which moment he gently grabs your chin between his fingers and slowly leads your lips to his, pulling you into a sensual kiss. You almost feel dizzy when he pulls back just an inch. “Did you get that on video?” He asks with a hint of a smile.

“I…uh, some of it, I think.” You reply, trying not to fumble your words.

“That’s only for you and me, hm?”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah…of course. That wasn’t even a thought in my brain.” You reply with a bashful smile, really happy that he let you capture that intimate moment on camera. There’s no need to share it with anyone else.

“Thank you.” You say shyly with a giggle, not even fully understanding why you’re thanking him. The man turns you to absolute mush. Levi chuckles along with you. You don’t see the shine in his eyes behind his glasses but it’s there.

You need to have beach days with Levi more often.

#No because I went to the beach last week and could NOT stop thinking about him omg I’m obsessed with the idea of going to the beach with him #I don’t know why it just makes me so happy #So much so that I had to write a whole thing I couldn’t fit it into bullet pointsssss I had to basically make it a one shot #But as usual mistakes galore and I hope it gives you the fuzzies reading it as much as it gave me the fuzzies writing it #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #levi fluff

[aishazero9i18r]

A very self-indulgent sketch doodles of Yumalia, mainly Yugo and his wakfu wings 😔😔💖

#wakfu #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #yumalia #amalia sheran sharm #yugo the eliatrope #yugo sheran sharm #i need to read more fanfics and see more fanarts exploring everyone and Yugo’s wings pls #like man. this guy have insecurity with showing his wings to everyone pre-s4 but i headcanon that he wants a simple head pat #more Yumalia fluff pls #this is just me coping before the webtoon comes out #another headcanon that the eliatrope wings are like non-newtonian starch fluids #it flows and fade when you gently touch and rub but solid like a stick when you grab and pulls it #i need more Yumalia fluff basically aaaaaAaaaaAAAAAA #yugo x amalia

[general-dweebous]

Things I daydream about when thinking of Gale Dekarios, the wizard of waterdeep

(This is sort of a long one.. and yet there’s always more)

• Personally I’d be taking so many photos of him- typically candid, catching him reading or eating or admiring something. Half of them would end up being photos of him catching me taking pictures, laughing or blushing and trying to cover the camera

• To follow up with that thought: He’d be one to take it from you and start taking photos of you, or when you ask him to take a picture of you somewhere he’s always muttering praises with each click, very “you put the stars to shame” of him

• Swapping hair ties / hair clips randomly, or letting him borrow a claw clip when he forgets his hair tie, which just leads to making him smile and blush as you shower him with praises about how cute he looks

• Gale helping me with my hair, pulling it back into a bun like his when I’m frustrated that it looks wrong. He’d be so calm and soothing, catching your eye in the mirror as he slips his extra hair tie around the bun. “You can keep that one, I have more than a wizard could use in one lifetime. Though I will try..”

• Gale laying on his back on a couch or daybed, his head resting on your lap as you play with his hair- running your fingers through as he nearly falls asleep. You can always tell when he will, as his ramblings slowly start to space-out, losing his train of thought, before he drifts off.

• Hugs from behind always being paired with either sweet comments and neck kisses, or filthy whispers of his desires and teases- “I love when you’re in my arms,” he’d hum, “but I love it more when I’m between your thighs” he’d whisper into your ear with that infamous smirk.

• He always goes overboard when you’re sick- making soup, tucking you into bed with various blankets, making you tea, offering to conjure anything to make sure you’re comfortable and cozy, even if it’s just a cold

• Whenever you need to talk about your day or something troubling you, he sits and genuinely listens to every word. Checking in to ask if you just need him to listen, or if you want input.

• I feel as though he’d be happy to partake in a calming bath together- using magic to light dozens of candles in the bathroom, soft music playing, the bath filling with flowers and somehow consistently the perfect temperature.

• Gifting him a book he’s been talking about or you know he would like, put slipping a naughty photo just for him between the pages, telling him which page to turn to and watching his cheeks flush a bright red.

Ok this was long enough but basically I can’t stop thinking about this goofy wizard man

#basically he’s just romantic af #and sweet and caring #and I love him ok #gale bg3 #gale thoughts #Gale fluff #gale headcanons #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep

[mintaclestentacles]

One of my favorite JayDick tropes is when Bruce learns about their relationship and is completely fine, ranging to actually supportive about it but when they're alone he gives Dick a shovel talk which just leaves Dick gaping like, what?? WHAT?? Me? I get the shovel talk? And Bruce is like, well yeah, you're the older man dating my son who isn't as experienced, whom I love very much and who I worry about getting his heart broken, because he's just a bit fragile and tender. So be the responsible one, Dick, and treat Jason the way he deserves.

Dick stares mouth open at Bruce's back because he was not expecting that, but also he knows Bruce has a point. He just wasn't expecting Bruce to know that.

#yeah basically I just want Bruce and Dick to love Jason ok #jaydick #dick grayson #jason todd #batcest #cradles my boys softly #ok enough fluff now let me read you eating eachother out and moaning like girls yes perfect

[stiffyck]

I've been bothering people with this in dms so much but that's not enough so I'm sharing my insanity here.

Scar who doesn't need physical touch. He's not exactly touch averse (tho you could see it that way), he just. Doesn't need the affection. He likes the occasional hand holding or a quick hug, but he also likes his personal space and freedom. Hugs and cuddles are too warm and too stifling and he needs his freedom for movement.

He's not sad about this. It's not anything tragic or awful. He likes the idea of cuddling and he loves seeing other people hug and cuddle. It's just not for him.

He also doesn't understand touch starvation. He's never experienced it and probably never will.

In 3rd life, in the desert. Grian noticing scar taking a step back when someone is standing too close, shying away from physical contact and never being the one to initiate it. He stops trying to touch scar, only when it's necessary.

He notices how much more comfortable scar looks after he stops giving him so much physical affection. But... this leads to grian maybe becoming a bit touch starved.

Grian telling scar in the desert he feels a bit touch starved and scar asking him what it means. Grian explains.

After that, grian notices scar holds his hands much more often. It's not much but it means the world to him.

Hermitshipping under the cut

Also. Comedic potential.

Let's take redscape for example (or scarian. Works both ways. Just imagine whichever ship you prefer sjcjdksk). Scar and mumbo start dating. But since scar can't really provide all the physical affection mumbo needs, he goes to grian. Mumbo gets cuddles and hugs from his best friend and he gets hand holding and occasional short kisses from his partner. It works for them.

Now imagine tho. The hermits thinking it's mumbo and grian who are dating. They will often see mumbo and grian cuddle or hug or hold hands. A lot of the times scar is even with them, but keeps distance a bit.

Sometimes scar holds mumbos hand, but that's about it.

It's actually scar and mumbo who are dating but they don't know that.

Or

The mumscarian option where they are all dating. Grian and mumbo get the affection they need from each other and scar is happy to just be with them.

Sometimes, when sleeping on the same bed, grian and mumbo will cuddle while Scar just holds one of their hands. Or not even the whole hand, just have their pinkies interwined.

Also scar definitely has a ton of plushies to hug close at night

#stiff talk #gtws #this is literally me djcjdkk #im happy with the minimal touch i get and long hugs or cuddles are not my thing sjgjrjcks #and like im not sad about it. i dont need the contact. #to others this would probably look like i should he touch starved but i genuinely never experienced that djvkdkzmq #so this whole thing with scar not needing as much physical affection is such a weird comfort. even tho i dont need the comfort #its just a very specific fluff thing for me i guess sjvkrkckskf #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo #this is so sweet im giving myself cavities actually #idk if this looks like fluff to anyone else but its fluff for me #self indulgent fluff basically #mumscarian #desert duo #idk man these tags are getting out of control djvkdkskc #no touchy touchy scar

[tsp-invisible-narrator]

I wrote this tiny TSP "dialogue" between the Narrator and Stanley for a challenge on Discord a while ago and then forgot about it. Maybe someone of you likes it?

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An important thing

"Stanley, what's going on? Lately your steps seem far more listless than usual." "..." "What does that look mean? Are you cold? Are you hungry? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with human emotions..." "..." "Hmm, so that's not it. Is my story boring you?" "..." "What, that's not it either?" "..." "Okay, three... three words? Stanley, are you going to try charades?" "..." "Alright, I'll do my best. ... Hmm... Box. Bars? Scribble? Fire? Stanley, please don't get frantic now, I really don't understand what's wrong." "..." "Hm, it doesn't seem to work that way..." "..." "What, you want me to follow you?" "..." "Well then, I'll follow you.... A little unusual for me, but oh well. Oh, the meeting room? Aaaah, I get it now Stanley, you want to write down what's wrong!" "..." "Oh dear, your handwriting is dreadful." "..." "Oh, if looks could kill.... I apologise for my words, Stanley. Your writing is beautiful. Really. ... Hmmmm... 'I... It's ma... my... buthdey... birthday...'? Stanley, it's your birthday today???" "..." "That's wonderful! We need to celebrate that! And what would you like? I can put anything you want in my story. There are no limits to your imagination!" "..." "Stanley, what...? Is that really what you want...?" "..." Stanley and the Narrator lay on the floor of the room full of lights. This time the door leading to the fatal staircase was locked. The Narrator first looked at the lights, then glanced at Stanley, who by now had fallen asleep. The Narrator smiled. "Thank you, Stanley."

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #fanfiction #this one is not based on invis and his stanley #it's basically just nice wholesome fluff

[azulashengrottospiano]

you're beautiful

Genre/Tropes: Comfort (Reader to Azul)

Summary: The reader is hanging at the pool till aces ruff housing ends up with y/n falling into the pool and as they were trying to swim back up they got a cramp and started to sink deeper into the pool panicking and they hear a splash (the rest I’ll leave up to u author Chan but if u could sneak a kiss between them it would be super cute 🥰)

Author's Comments: didn't sneak a kiss oops but its very fluffy comfort C:

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Maybe taking a solo trip with Ace and Deuce to Octavinelle’s pool wasn’t the best idea.

Ace kept running around on the slick tiled floors, bare feet slapping annoyingly across the gorgeous blues and greens. With Deuce still in the locker room, there was nobody to rein him in—even though Deuce would likely start running after him and it would be up to you to stop them. His laughs bounce off the walls and he comes skidding to a stop right in front of you with a mischievous smirk. Before you can say anything to him, he shoves you into the pool with his whole body weight, falling in with you as your body hits the water. The sting of chlorine in your nose makes you hack and cough and kick, which Ace seems to find oh so amusing. You make a gargled noise that was supposed to sound like stop, but it sounds nothing like that at all.

“Come onnnn, Prefect. Now is just the time to decompress!” he sighs, resting on his back in the pool and leisurely floating as if he didn’t just body slam you into the water.

“It’d be more relaxing if you weren’t here.” you shoot back, sending your scariest death glare his way.

Ace could be so annoying sometimes.

“Wah wah.” Ace whines mockingly, shooting you a smug grin as he lifts his head up, “Bet Deuce would whine less than you.”

“I beg to differ.” you huff, flicking some cold water at his face.

Ace yelps and wipes it away, glaring at you now, too.

“Bet. I’ll prove it to you.” he snickers, splashing over to the other end of the pool and climbing out in the most ungraceful way possible.

You open your mouth to remind him of the “two people in the pool at a time so they always have someone with them in case they start to drown” policy, but he’s already out the door. You roll your eyes and opt to get out of the pool too, because better safe than sorry, right?

You begin to make your way over to the stairs, but just then the unthinkable happens.

Your leg starts to cramp up.

You flinch and reach down to massage it, and in that split second you find yourself sinking. You thrash to try and keep your head above water, but your cramp is only getting worse and you can only make out a strangled help before you’re pulled under.

You try kicking furiously to reach air again, thinking of how stupid this is and how dumb of a way this is to die, but you hear a splash and suddenly you’re saved by two unfamiliar arms and a mass of black and a bare chest. You weren't underwater for long, but the panic you felt at the prospect of drowning has your head spinning.

You break the surface of the water and find yourself curling into your savior’s chest, but you almost fall back into the water when you see his face.

It’s Azul.

His skin is tinged purple with black designs twisting over his chest. He’s staring down at you with an expression that’s clearly a mix of fury and disappointment.

“Hey.” you smile awkwardly, shrinking in on yourself.

“What are you doing!” he hisses through gritted teeth, staring so intensely at you that you that you’d think he was trying to burn holes into you, “What in Urusula’s name convinced you that swimming alone was a good idea?”

“I wasn’t alone! Ace and Deuce are here, they just…” you cross your arms over your chest, “Well...Ace was here. He left to go get Deuce. I was trying to get out of the pool when my leg cramped up.”

Azul sighs, the sound so relieved and ragged that you feel a dagger of guilt pierce your chest.

“Legs…” he mumbles, swiping the thumb against your thigh over the wet skin, “So pretty, yet so useless in water.”

Your face goes warm. You’ll unpack that later.

You almost don’t comprehend the useless part. Almost.

“You’re lucky I was here…if I hadn’t…” he presses his forehead against yours, clenching his eyes shut, “Prefect, please never do that again.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry.” you cling to him too, partly because you feel the weight of what just happened bearing down on you and partly because it just feels right.

Azul breathes in and out slowly, and you follow his lead. The two of you are still floating in the pool, and briefly you wonder why Ace hasn’t gotten back yet. (Maybe this is all just an Octavinelle scheme and Jade and Floyd are running interference. Then again, maybe your boys are just strangling each other. Either one is plausible.)

Your mind shifts to Azul’s merform, and you turn to face him out of curiosity. He looks confused as you stare, but after a few beats of you just looking he seems to remember what form he’s in. He flushes a soft pink, clears his throat, sets you down on the poolside, and before you can tell him that you don’t mind and that you think he’s beautiful he’s diving beneath the water and leaving you alone.

You furrow your brow and shift positions to lay on your belly. The water ripples as you reach for it, dipping your fingers into the chilly pool. You’re disappointed when nothing happens. The reflection of your face is staring back at you, the overheard lights glaring against the smooth, crystalline surface. It’s so calm, you’d almost believe that Azul just teleported away.

“Azul.” you call out, waving your hand around in the water to hopefully entice him back up, “Azul, come back.”

Nothing.

“Azul…” you sigh, “Can you come back up here, please?”

You wait in silence for a few moments, staring down at the water as you crane your neck to see into the pool. When nothing happens, you flop back with a deep sigh. You wish Azul could feel more comfortable with you, but you aren’t sure how to get him to open up-

A tentacle curls around your wrist, and you jump in surprise. It rips away from you and a mass of black flinches away from the surface, but you jump up and thrust your hand into the water to let him know that it's okay.  You feel him take it and squeeze, but he stays underwater.

“I’m sorry, Azul. You just surprised me, that’s all.” you hum, “...you can touch me. I promise I’m not repulsed. I think you’re beautiful.”

Silence.

“Do you want me to see you?” you ask, “Squeeze my hand once if no, twice for yes.”

He squeezes your hand. Once.

“But I already saw you.” you whisper, “You don’t need to hide. Here—come here, Azul. Do what you did before again.”

A few bubbles pop at the surface. You can only assume he just huffed, but he does what you ask. A tentacle curls around your wrist, this time more shy, and you slowly reach down to touch it. He flinches, and you stop, but he doesn’t pull away completely.

“Thank you for doing that. I mean it when I say you’re beautiful.” you say, rubbing your thumb over the slick appendage, “I promise nothing bad will happen if you let me see you again, Azul.”

And you link your pinky with his.

He understands.

His head pops up out of the water, and instead of the soft pink you saw earlier his face is red. A water droplet slides down his cheek, and you’re not sure if it's actual water or his tears, but you don’t pry. You take your hand away from his tentacle to reach out for him.

“There you are, pretty.” you smile, gently pressing your palm to his cheek.

“There’s no need to butter me up.” he huffs. A different tentacle lifts out of the water and curls around your arm.

“I like them. They’re pretty, just like you.” you say, and he knows you’re not lying because you don’t yank your hand away in disgust at the slimy texture or a suckers or the sopping limb that’s so unnatural.

“Ah…” he flushes again, sinking into the water and blowing irritated bubbles, “You’re a strange one indeed.”

“And you’re beautiful.” you say, and he dunks his head back in the water to hide his blush but you’re too busy laughing with glee to chastise him.

Azul will come around one of these days. You’ll see to it.

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