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arklay · 1 year

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WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

#tag games.#keep going to do picrews and just zoning out 😭 i'm so behind on literally everything but it's fine it's okay (lying)#i'm having a day and a half even though i woke up feeling okay but oh well. my last month has just been like watching videos during the day #or playing games when i have a bit more energy but like i can't do anything that requires me to actually read or write things like words #are just not computing in my brain at the moment but it's okay like i'm just exhausted and hoping soon i can get back to writing because i #still have over 30 wips going lmao but yeah it's been a time a half with lots of appointments and seeing specialists again and trying to #sort things out. i've been more active on twitter which i've mentioned before but it's just because like it's easier for me to sort of just #like and rt things and not having to do my organisation tags and things like i know that sounds so just small and simple but that's how #i've been lately like to my brain rn that seems like a really big task. so i just keep coming on here randomly for a few minutes then #disappearing so i'm sorry that i've definitely missed so much and i haven't been around to just show my appreciation and love to your #creations!! also just everything that happened in december and then a bit at the start of january too like i'm just a lil paranoid about #being on here honestly so i'm trying to get back to it and be okay with posting again and i'm going to make a promise to myself to actually #filter more tags i think? just to help me with like not exposing myself to things that do make me feel uncomfortable in any way!! i'm #rambling now but sorry sometimes i just need to lmaooo idk but yes so cute lil subtle things from my carrd i wanna talk about cause why not #i didn't have to change the blue herb from re0 besides making it brighter because it's already teal toned which is so sexy but i shifted #the hue on the spade key like SLIGHTLY like it was so little. but anyways. i use this emoji ✨ on my twitter name and yes cause sparkles but #also. three stars. the s.t.a.r.s. badge and logo :] then blue herb because i will have no poison in my safe space!!!! take a blue herb or #leave please!! only good vibes and safe space here!! spade key because i'm ace <3 i was going to include the diamond one in there as well #because am demiro and like those are the symbols in the community. ace of spades for ace. diamond for demis (both orientations)#but wasn't sure how to weave the pink through the rest of the carrd even though cyan and pink together is so pretty omg

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hoe4sports · 26 days

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Caroline Graham Hansen | When an accident occurs

A/N: Enjoy this little treat of mine. Caroline Graham´s wife is injured during a match and won't wake up again.

Triggers: Medical trauma, birth, angstttt -Day 64-

“Mrs. Graham, what I’m trying to say is that talking to her might help. Holding her hand might help. Patients like her often recall hearing their loved ones talking to them. She’s gonna have to have the fight of her life, and she needs you to fight with her. The baby needs to hear someone’s voice and feel someone’s touch. ” The doctor said as he looked over at me. We were sitting in one of the uncomfortable meeting rooms that was in connection to the intensive care unit. The unit that I had previously not had any relations to. The unit that now had my two most important things within their walls. Leaving me to be able to do nothing but to trust the doctors and nurses. I didn’t even know what to do without her. It had already been two months since the incident. The incident were she was tackled mid game by Lauren James causing her to go head first into the pole of the goal leaving her body lifeless on the ground for several minutes while the medical staff evacuated her. She was only four months pregnant when this happened. It was one of her last games. I had begged her to not play, but she told me to trust her. That everything would be okay and over within 90 minutes. The only issue was that after 25 minutes had passed, my life changed forever. This wasn’t according to plan at all. We were supposed to be in Norway, on our honeymoon before going back to Barcelona to give birth. Instead we were here, stuck in the coldness of the intense care unit. “That’s everything for now Mrs.Graham.” The doctor finished as he closed his binder. “Thank you Doctor” I muttered as I got up from the chair while the tears was burning in my eyes. I walked across the hall, to the right and then to room 4114.

-Day 68-

I walked into the doors of the icu. The nurses giving me apologetic smiles. I didn’t smile back or say anything. I couldn’t. My life had changed forever, and for every day that passed it felt like she was disappearing more and more into her own brain. Room 4114. I knocked on the door as if I was expecting her to open the door for me and ask me to sit. Her nurse welcomed me in, and I sat down in my usual chair next to my wife. She looked so peaceful. As if nothing had ever happened. Like she had slept in like she usually would on Sunday mornings. I don’t know how she still looked so beautiful. The nurse looked at me and smiled. “Today marks the start of week 29.” I was confused as I couldn’t understand what she meant. I shot her a confused look. “Your wife is now 29 weeks pregnant. She’s well today. Her bloodwork came back clear and her vitals are textbook perfect.” The nurse said as she stroke my wife’s hair. Always so perfect. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, the perfect teammate and somehow even perfect in coma. “I’ll leave you alone now, I’m right outside if anything were to happens. Don’t hesitate to push the call button if I can do anything for you mrs. Graham.” She said as she disappeared around the corner of the room. I looked back at my perfect wife, and scooted my chair closer to the bed. “Kjeks is missing you. He sleeps on your side of the bed every night. He meows in the mornings as he walks around confused.” I started as I had to shift my gaze to not have a breakdown. “God, baby, I miss you. I am so lost without you.” I said as I grabbed her hand. I was terrified to break her, and I was scared that she was hurt. But the doctor said that I needed to do this, and I would do whatever it took to get her back. I slipped my hand under her blanket as I rested my hand on her belly. I could feel the baby kick. The feeling leaving me broken inside. “You would’ve loved to feel her kicks. She’s active. She loves to kick. The nurses says she might be a footballer. But i just want her to be alive.” I said as I paused. “Because if she dosent live, and you won’t live. Then I’m not sure I wanna live either.” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

-Day 80-

The doctor’s was sitting infront of me awaiting my decision. “If you need more time, mrs.Graham, we will respect your wishes and give you more time.” The doctor said with a Spanish like accent. The kind of accent I could recall her make when she made fun of Alexia’s terrible English. “Do it” I said sternly as I got up and walked out of the room. I made my way back the my wife’s room and sat down next to her. “I don’t know how to do this without you. But they need to get the baby out, and they say it’s to give you a better chance.” I swallowed. “But, I can’t help but wonder If they are taking her out so that they can say that they atleast saved one of you. But I would rather have you than the baby.” I said as I trailed off feeling the familiar burning sensation in my eyes. I grabbed her hand and kissed where she had tan lines from her wedding ring. “And don’t worry, kjære. Im not giving up on you. I have your ring with me everywhere just in case you wake up.” I said as I rubbed her hand. “I wish you could make this decision about the baby with me. I don’t know how to parent or how to be a mom. Please, please, please. Wake up kjære, wake up.» i said, but to no use. I was cut off as the doctors walked in ready to take our baby out. As if my wife was just some kind of incubator. Just a lifeline for the baby. But to me, she’s my wife. She’s everything. I can’t have this baby without her.

-Day 90-

I sat in the chair next to the doctors dissociating as they talked on about the usual stuff. How her night had been, how her body was handling and what they wanted to do moving forwards. They were going on about possible long term effects of the coma, but also talking about how her brain finally had gone down to normal size after being swollen for months. They were ramming about things like the baby, who was allowed to see my wife and that they was gonna try to wake her up today. They were also talking about how they had kept the baby next to her to give the baby time to feel her.

«Sorry, waking her up?” I asked as I snapped out of my own thoughts. “Like as in getting her out of the coma?” I repeated as I couldn’t believe my own two ears. “Yes, Mrs.Graham, we believe that we will be able to wake her up this time. Everything is coming back clear and the scans of her brain shows no further injuries as it has come down to normal size.” The doctor said while smiling at me. I was confused. Waking her up? That would mean she would be in pain, confused or even have memory loss. I don’t know what scares me the most; the thought of her waking up to her memory being gone, or her never waking up. “We know this is a lot to handle, but we are feeling optimistic. You are encouraged to be in the room when she wakes up. That’s all for now, mrs.Graham.” He said as the team of doctors stood up. I couldn’t stand yet. I was just sitting in the chair I had sat in every morning from 9-9.15 for 90 days.

I was ripped out of my chain of thoughts as a nurse tapped my shoulder with our baby in her hands. “She has been fed and changed. I think she might want her mom.” The nurse smiled as she cooed down towards the newborn, our newborn. She was surprisingly well for having been born so early. The oxygen was only needed for the first 48 hours after birth. I had a strained relationship with the baby. Benedicte had always wanted to be the first to hold her, and it tore me to pieces that she couldn’t. I had hold her a couple of times, but I didn’t wanna bond with her yet. I couldn’t, how could I when her mother, my wife was laying in a bed with tubes everywhere?

I was lead into her room again. 4114 as the nurse pushed me down in a chair, and put a pillow underneath my arm. She reached the baby towards me, and I reached my hands towards the baby. I carefully placed the baby in my lap. The nurse slipped out of the room, like she always would. “Hei lillevenn» i said as she grabbed my finger and cooed. Her little tiny hand was wrapped around my finger as if I was the only thing keeping her alive. I hadn’t really done anything to keep her alive. The nurses had been feeding her, changing her and bathing her. Soothing her when she needed soothing and giving her cuddles all day. «Mamma is gonna wake up soon, and then we can be a family like we were supposed to.” I said softly as I felt like an elephant had sat on my chest. “I’m sorry that I haven’t cared for you. Your mamma will be mad at me for it, but you see. I can’t live without your mamma. She is my everything.”‘I said as a tear escaped my eye. She started fussing which caused me to stress. I picked her up and put her towards my chest as I got up from the chair and reached towards the call button. I sighted as I stopped myself from letting the nurses have her.

“Shh, I don’t know how to do this lillevenn, but I’ll try my best” I said as I slowly started bouncing her carefully while I walked around the room while the machines monitoring Benedicte was beeping in a comforting matter. "Yea, that's it skatten min, you are safe, its okay, mom has got you" I said as she started to settle down. I looked down on Benedicte who was whining. She would makes sounds from time to time especially when the baby cried, so it wasn't abnormal. "I know baby, its okay, I'm taking care of her" I said as I tucked some of her hair behind her beautifully braided blonde hair while I kept rocking back and forward. The baby kept crying as a doctor and a nurse entered the room. "Just here to perform the usual checks" he said as he shot me an apologetic smile. "yea, go ahead" I said as if I had any right to decided what were to happen. I slipped outside of the room as she kept crying in a desperate attempt to calm her.

Her stroller stood just outside of her mothers room. I laid her down in the stroller which made her look even tinier. I then started slowly pushing the stroller, the stroller that my wife had picked out. It was a cyber e-praim. Benedicte had been eyeing the stroller for months, but had decided that it was too expensive. That's why I had left practice early one day blaming an injuring in my calf for needing physio. I had went straight to the shop were she had eyed the stroller down and purchased it before I brought it home and set it up for her. I remember how happy she was when she saw it when she got home before she had gasped thinking of the price. I didn't care about prices or money because no amount of money would ever repay the love and patience that she had given me. "Mrs.Graham" I voice said from the door of Benedicte´s room. I was down the hallway with the baby that had just fallen asleep in the stroller. "Yes, what's wrong?" I asked scared to death about what had happened. Last time they called me in like this, they had to have emergency surgery. The nurse smiled as I got closer to her as she nodded her head towards the inside of the room. "Your wife, she's awake" she said as I stopped in my tracks while feeling pure horror running wild in my veins. "Sorry?" I asked as I blinked hard to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "Your wife is awake, and she's asking for you." she repeated as I looked between the blinds of the room. "Can I-" I started before I could hear my wife talking. "Is she here? Can I call her?" she said as she hadn't noticed me with a worried tone in her voice. God knows that I wasn't deserving of this woman. Even after being in a coma, she wasn't worried about her, but about me. "Yes mrs. Graham, you can see her"

"Skatt, i am so sorr-" she said as I walked towards her and cut her off. "Shh" I said as I sat down next to her legs on the mattress of the bed and pulled her head into my chest. "Everything is stable, so we will give you two a minute" the doctor said as I just nodded in response while my tears were streaming down my face. "Its not your fault, prinsesse. You couldn't have predicted this." I said as I held her tight and didn't wanna let her go ever again. I didn't know how I was supposed to ever let her out of my sight ever again. Her hand rested on my back as I could feel her left hand reaching for her previous baby bump. She pulled away with a look of horror on her face. "The baby" she whispered as tears were forming in her eyes. "Jenta mi, the baby is no-" I started as she cut me off. "no, god no, please don't say it, Caz. I don't wanna hear it." she said as she threw herself onto me. I rubbed her back and leaned down towards her ear. "The baby is in the stroller napping." Her head shoot up and her eyes widened. "She's here? She made it? She's okay? living?" she said as tears once against formed in her eyes. "Do you want me to get her?" I asked as she nodded rapidly with her hand on her belly while the other hand was over her mouth.

I walked out and stopped the stroller from rocking back and forth. She was in a hospital body, which I instantly regretted as I wished I had brought her clothes to the hospital. The wheels of the stroller rolled soundlessly into the hospital room, and I stopped her next to her bed. Benedicte instantly tried to get up, but I stopped her. "Let me get her for you, prinsesse. Your body isn't strong enough yet." I mumbled as I reached down for our girl and placed her on my wife's chest. God, this was the first time I had realized just how beautiful our daughter was. She had Benedicte´s eyes, her lips was just like her mothers, a cute button nose and lots of blonde hair. Benedicte couldn't stop staring at the little bundle of joy as her tears were steaming down her face. My hand touched Benedicte´s hair, stroking it carefully as I admired the pair. I couldn't believe it, my wife was here. For a second, I was filled with horror: what if this was all a dream?

"Caz, she is perfect" Benedicte cooed as she changed the position of the baby from her chest to her arms. "She's so beautiful" she spoke, and I instantly felt sick. I hadn't paid any attention to the baby as I was worried sick about Benedicte. I should've formed a bond with her, protected her and held her everyday. The baby probably thought that she had nobody on her side. "Caz, baby, when was she born? How? What was her weight and length?" she asked, not removing her eyes from the precious angel. "Uhm, She was born 10 days ago by c section because she was making you weaker by the hour." I said as I rubbed my neck and got my phone up from my pocket. I went into notes, where I had written everything down. One file for Benedicte and one for the baby. "She was just shy of 1100 grams and about 14 inches" I said as I popped my phone back into my pocket. "Look at mommy, she's already taking notes about you, lillevenn. That's what she is like, she is always attentive to details. You couldn’t have gotten a better mom even if you wanted to." she said to the baby as she kissed her forehead. "Hello Mrs. Graham, its truly a joy to see you awake." the doctor said as he walked into the room. "Im gonna have to ask you to do some test, which requires that the baby has to stay with mrs. Graham." Benedicte frowned. "I know that its not the one thing you wish to be doing, but we need to do mapping of your brain function. " the doctor explained as Benedicte reluctantly nodded. "Here, go to mommy, she will take care of you and then mamma will be right back" she whispered into the baby's ear before handing me the baby.

-Day 97-

I was walking up to the hospital with a bag in my hand. This time, I was bringing both my girls home. The team had been supportive and granted me the week off to help my wife become comfortable, and settle us into the new daily life. In my bag I had brought the clothes that Benedicte had picked out from the hospital for the baby and for herself. She hadn't really worn anything besides hospital clothes for a long time, so I was nervous about how she would handle it. Before I could see her, I talked to her doctors who explained that she was cleared to go, but that she might be sensitive to feelings for the first few weeks because she had suffered severe trauma.

"Hei jenta mi, ready to go home?" I asked as I stood in the doorway watching her cuddle with our baby. She shot her head up when she heard me and smiled. "Caz, yes! Im so excited!" she squealed as she sat herself up in the bed. She seemed stronger every day, but she wouldn't be able to go back to work for 12 weeks. It didnt seem to bother her. I handed her the bag and she put the baby down in the stroller. "Im gonna go get changed and have a shower. Will you get Celine changed?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to my cheek while skipping to the bathroom. I gulped. My relationship with little Celine wasn't really strong yet and I was terrified to hurt her.

I took out the outfit Benedicte had planned. A long sleeve pink onesie with ruffles around the neck, white tights and a soft pink dress. It was warm outside so it made sense to not dress her up too much. I carefully took the clothes off the baby and she immediately started fussing when the cool air touched her skin. "Shh, Celine, I know, Mommy is gonna be quick, okay?" I said as I wrestled the clothes on her. She was tiny, but lord knows she was strong. After 10 mins of getting her dressed and 10 mins of putting all of their belongings into the nike bag, Benedicte came out. Her appearance knocked the air out of me. It felt like the first time I saw her. She was having her long blonde hair down, light makeup, she was wearing my Barca nike pants with my number on it and a white nike tshirt. "What? do I have a bug in my face or something?" she said as she giggled. "Baby, its so refreshing to hear you talk and giggle again. I have missed you so much. You are so beautiful, skatt." I said as I embraced her.

"Alright, and here is the papers. Bring them with you to the doctor for the 2 month check up. Everything has been sorted." the nurse said as we stood by our car with the baby carefully strapped into the carseat and Benedicte sitting at the front with the door open. "Thank you" I said "for everything, really." I finished as I grabbed the paper. The nurse hugged Benedicte before going to the back of the car and poking Celine´s cheeks. She closed the doors and waved goodbye. I jumped into the car, and turned the car on. The summer breeze was in the air and the Barcelona sun was settling down. "Let´s go home, skatt. Let´s start our new life." I said as I squeezed her hand. She smiled and looked at me. "Let´s go home, Caz" as she kissed my cheek.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics

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spiteless-xo · 10 months

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Tiff, could you please also do the flipside and tell us how Zeke the boys would convert a girlie who really doesn’t get the daddy kink? 👉👈

i am so so so sorry for the delay in getting to this my love 💗 my last weekend on vacation ended up being more active than i was expecting so i didn't have time to sit down and work on this for you

here you go~ 🥰 i hope you enjoy! i did my fav 2 plus zeke 🙊 i hope i meet expectations

╰┈➤ daddy kink - aot.

ft. eren, jean, zeke.

cw. 18+ content, daddy kink, gender-neutral reader.

⋙ eren jaeger.

eren brings it up one day like it's a joke. you ask him to give you some water and as he's handing over the bottle, he jerks it back quickly and is like what do you saaaay? and you're like please? and he scoffs and rolls his eyes and is like please, daddy. and you groan and hit him as he giggles, but he still doesn't give you the water bottle until you say in a comically high-pitched voice, please, daddy?

it starts to become natural after that. every time eren hands you something, he doesn't let go until you call him daddy. soon, it just becomes second nature for you to call him daddy when asking for something. eren gets especially excited when he hands you some popcorn at the movies and you instantly reply thank you, daddy! in front of all of your friends -- much to your embarrassment!!!!!

one day, during a heated makeout session that's gone on for far too long, you beg eren to fuck you. he pulls away from where he's been littering hickeys across your throat and just looks at you with a smug grin and says, what do you saaay?

and you huff a little and look away in embarrassment because he can't really want you to say that now, does he? but every time you try to lean back in for another kiss he pulls away, still with that stupid smug look on his face until finally you're like, please, daddy, i want you to fuck me, and you're surprised by how natural it feels to say it

that smug look completely disappears from his face and his eyes practically roll back into his head with a groan. fuck, I've been waiting months to hear you say that he admits.

⋙ jean kirstein.

he's been thinking all day about how to bring this up with you. he made a fancy dinner and got your favourite drinks and dessert to help loosen you up a little bit and then not-so-casually brought up bedroom kinks. finally telling you, i think it would be kinda hot if you called me daddy.

you laugh at first because you think he's joking, but when you see the way he completely deflates you try to stifle it and start apologizing profusely like, i'm sorry, i didn't think you were serious! and he gets a little grumpy and goes to dismiss it but eventually, you relax him.

you tell him that you don't really get it, but if it's something that he wants to try then you're open to it and he kind of blushes and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and is like ok, thank you.

later that night, the two of you start having sex and he thinks that you've forgotten completely about your awkward conversation over dinner. but when he's got his arms wrapped around your waist and you're bouncing in his lap, you lean down against his ear and whisper it feels so good, daddy and you feel absolutely cringe saying it and it feels so unnatural but the absolutely guttural groan that jean makes when he hears you has chills running down your spine

he flips you down on the bed until you're pinned beneath him and he's got this look in his eye that you've never seen before as he rolls his hips against yours and he says: say it again. louder. and..... yeah, ok. you get it now.

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke doesn't ask. he doesn't play games. just one day when the two of you are making out, he says, i need you to start calling me daddy. and you're really taken aback because it feels like this is coming out of nowhere, so you're stunned into silence.

as the two of you continue making out and pulling off your clothes, he doesn't mention it again so you assume you misheard him. he lays you back on the bed and starts trailing kisses from your mouth, across your jaw, down your throat -- and the combination of his warm mouth on your skin and the scratchiness of his beard has you writhing in pleasure below him

as he descends lower and lower, you start to feel his beard brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh and you find yourself spreading your legs open for him to lay between. please, zeke, i need you. breathing heavily already, you look down to see him looking up at you with that signature jaeger smirk.

do you remember what i said earlier? he asks, his breath ghosting heat across where you need him the most. your body jerks upward toward him in need but he just pulls away. you shake your head in response and feel him lower his mouth back on your inner thigh, biting at the skin until you cry out with a desperate whine.

i need to hear you say it, he urges and suddenly you remember. you start sputtering out protests but zeke breathes more warm air on your crotch and you can feel your body pulsing with need. please, daddy. you beg -- half-heartedly -- and zeke just chuckles.

he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger before running his tongue up along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. i can sit here all night if i need to, he says, eyes growing dark. i'm not going to touch you until you say it like you mean it.

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fakesimp · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 1K 🙉🙉 im here to haunt you again, ur works never fail to amaze me and i always find myself going back to read them (≡^∇^≡)

luca knshr pls 🙏 angst to fluff? whtver is fine w u, i will wait ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

-"I promised I won't let you go, but I did, will you give me one more chance to hold you again?", Falling for you would be the last time I fall in Love-

again, congrats on 1k, may u gain more followers, may the shurnip bless you, amen, mwah

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Chances, With Luca Kaneshiro

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Sankyuuu ! I hope you enjoy this !

1k Followers Event Prompts !

"I promise I won't let you go, but I did. will you give me one more chance to hold you again?"

Falling for you would be the last time I fall in Love

➶◜◝➴

"I promise I'll never let you go"

"I Love you babe, so much"

He said, but what happened to that now? Didn't he promise he won't let you go, he promised.

You watched him turning his back towards you, walking away as you stood on the spot, shedding tears. Your hand turned into fist, you turned away and walked away from where you stood, accepting reality.

He is a Mafia after all, he is busy, and his work involves killing, blood bath. Something that is very dangerous for someone like you to be around him, but you loved him for the way he is.

You loved the way he smiled so widely at you, the way his eyes sparkled when he sees you. The way he picked you up with his strong arms as he swings around while holding you in his arms, laughing together with you.

Painful.

It hurts so bad when you remember the memories you made together with him, only for it to shatter when he said he wanted to break up, you couldn't bring yourself to ask why, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him the reason why he wanted to break up with you when everything was okay.

You could only walk away as you try to relieve the pain.

. . .

that was months ago, and today here you are, doing your daily activities in your apartment, you looked over at the clock, it is 12 am. You sighed, how fast the time moves as you started to live on your own. You were just about to turn off your laptop until you heard a knock on your door, you started to get suspicious about it. Who the hell would come over at your apartment at 12 am?

You hesitantly approached the door, you didn't open it. You just peeked through the peek hole on your door, only for you to see a familiar blonde haired male behind the door.

Your eyes widen, you wanted to open the door but you're growing hesitant the longer you stayed behind the door, your hand slowly reaching out to the door handle but you immediately froze when you heard his voice.

"I know you're there," He said, but he sounded so, tired? You decided to stay quiet, staring down at the door handle. "It's okay if you don't want to open the door, i'll just, talk behind the door." He took a deep breath, you heard a shoe click closer to the door.

You were guessing he's now literally closer than before, "..I'm sorry" the first thing he said, making your breath hitched slightly when you heard how hurt he sounded, "I, ..promised I won't let you go.." he continued, you slowly rest your head on the door, "But I did.." you can hear him stutter out a sigh. "If I may be foolish," there was a long pause, making your heart beats faster each seconds pass

You waited for him to continue, "..If I may.. Will you, give me one more chance.. to, hold you again?" He said. You waited, again, but he didn't say anything else. You then heard a shoe click again, "..Ah, I, shouldn't have been that hopeful huh.." He whispered, "I'm sorry.." he apologized then, the next second you heard his shoes clicking away from your door, fading away, slowly disappearing.

You wanted to run, your guts telling you to run to him. When he' still close, and you did, you abruptly opened your apartment door, you ran out barefoot. Chasing your Beloved Mafia. Beloved Golden retriever.

You ran as fast as you could, you didn't care about your foot hurting by this point. You just have to catch up to him before it's too late, and you almost lost him again. You saw him entering the car,

"LUCA!"

The way he immediately whips his head around to you, You couldn't miss how hurt he looked a second ago, his eyes sparkled ever so slightly when he sees you. You stopped running, catching your breath.

But before you could register anything, you heard footsteps coming towards you so fast, and the next second you are engulfed into someone's arms, and who else would it be none other than Luca himself.

Familiar warmth, you reciprocated his hug, tight. You can feel his body slightly trembled as he hugged you, "I'm sorry.." He whispered as he nuzzle his face at the crook of your neck. "Will you forgive me?" You immediately nod your head as you put your hand on his head, running your hand through his blonde hair locks.

"Yes, Luca. I forgive you, I'm sorry too" You apologized, he slowly leaned away from you, putting his hand on your cheek, he stared into your eyes lovingly, him trying so hard not to cry on the spot, he leaned his face close to you, before he kissed you, he whispered,

"Falling for you, would be the last time I fall in Love, My heart belongs to you, and to you only.

I Love you, so much.."

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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everything's going to be all right

alternate title: there would be times you just feel so exhausted and overwhelmed by not being able to keep up with the things happening around, and they are there to help you along the way

⚘ silent company; you tend to distance yourself from everything during burnouts - the things you used to love, work and social life. having someone to accompany you in silence can make you feel that it is okay to feel tired and not to be okay all the time and that it is valid to take a rest from the busy world. they would just lay by your side doing their own thing like reading, sleeping or surfing the net + definitely the type to hold your hand time to time and keep you close to them ❤️

— riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, jade leech, idia shroud, silver, malleus draconia

⚘ adventure time; if you feel so unproductive even by doing your favorite hobbies, why not discover new things you can possibly enjoy? 100% sure they would try to do even the most random things with you just like knitting, painting by numbers, swimming and many more. every once in a while, going out and being enthusiastic on the things you never taken up before with someone you love might lit a spark again inside 💛

— ace trappola, deuce spade, floyd leech, kalim al asim, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt

⚘ me time; its time for you to focus more on yourself, and there is absolutely no way for you to disagree. they want to make you feel that sometimes it is okay to spoil yourself after reaching an achievement and not to overwork thy self. baking together, having skin care routines, pranking people and mini concerts in the comfort of your room - what could be a better feeling than having the best time feeling goofy with your lover right? 😉

— trey clover, cater diamond, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit (1), rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

⚘ learning about boundaries; don't get me wrong, they would listen when you open up to them on how you are feeling and tell that you are also just human - it is normal to feel that way. but sometimes you need to put boundaries to not biting off more than you can chew and that it is okay to say no. it maybe hard but by letting you pushing the pause button first and spending your time with them away from the stressors in your life makes you feel more at ease. when you are ready to jump back in - they would assist you to by regularly keeping an eye on your activity routine to lessen the possibility of you being overwhelmed 🥺

—jack howl, jamil viper, vil schoenheit (2)

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF U GUYS STILL RECOGNIZE ME 😭 but still um hi aerie here sorry for disappearing without any notice 😖 its just for a month i feel like i can't keep up with the things i love before including writing and i really don't want to just post stories or fics without giving my all so i went on a break

it actually went great~ i am still adjusting to my college life and i found friends i can really trust and very glad for! now i am currently fixing my schedule so i can write small drafts about the future stories on my list <3 + i haven't open my inbox for a month sorry about that 😭

so that's it for now and as usual i hope you enjoy the update and love you all mwah 💕

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kanene-yaaay · 1 year

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The Shine in My Eyes (Can Someone Turn Off The Lights?)

Kanene’s notes: Heya heyaaa! I received that request AGES ago and thank you very much for your patience, bean! I hope you like the story, even tho I strayed from the original prompt.

I didn’t proofread it because I really wanted to post it as soon as I could sdfghjjhgfd so maybe some parts are confusing or repetitive, pls just hmu if that is the case ^.^)

Warnings: Light angst and hurt/comfort. Light and rough tickles. Ticklish!Reader and Ler!Moon. Around 4.000 words. Can be platonic or romantic. Sun is mentioned.

[~*~]

“Sleep?” The raspy voice questioned, so quiet that you would almost believe that it was part of your imagination if it wasn’t the amount of times you heard that same question in the last months. It spiked a warm feeling on your chest.

You would almost smile if it wasn’t the mild headache taking over your entire brain.

“No.”

Cold, metallic hands touched your elbow, leading to an involuntary flinch that quickly disappeared when your mind catched up to whom the hand was. Moon continued, traveling his hands upwards your arm with careful, light and slow touches, telegraphing his movements enough that you could perfectly picture his form slouched next to you on the couch, head tilted, attentive eyes watching your body language and scans looking for signals of distress. It was good that you didn’t even need to open your own eyes to see that, knowing pretty well that doing so would only aggravate your pain.

Frustration ran hot on your throat, making you clench your jaw in response. Your eyes itched, still aching after hours staring at the computer’s screen after an entire morning of going out to do chores and shopping. There was an uncomfortable pressure on the back of your head. Yesterday it all wasn’t good either. This sucked. This really sucked.

Moon pulled you up from the urge to give up to the darkest thoughts peeking on the corner of your mind by taking the light fabric over your eyes and changing it for another one, damp from being recently bathed in cold water. A relieved sigh flees through your lips, your fists unclenching (when did you start pressing your nails in your palms again?) and being lifted to clean a couple of stray tears that now ran across your cheeks.

Two bigger hands overlapped yours, silicone digits wiping the water away before a humming began filling the air. You could almost picture the way the animatronic’s body was swaying from one side to another in the rhythm of the lullaby.

“Fuzzy, fuzzy.” The touch quickly changed directions so it would be playing with your hair, massaging and scratching your scalp with the skill of an animatronic that passed weeks fixated on human hairs and would spend another plentiful of weeks being amazed by their softness, form and type, waiting for you to lower your guards so he could try to convince you to let him try another hairstyle. Maybe you should consider buying them a wing. Sun would love it. You could almost hear the uncontrollably, excited rambling already. A small grin grazed your lips. A finger booped your nose. “You’re fuzzy because you’re tired. Sleep. Go to sleep.”

“Contrary to your belief, sleep doesn’t solve all the problems in the world.” Moon huffed at the lightheaded poke of fun, instead choosing to pinch your poor nose in retaliation. You swatted at his general direction, knowing very well it wouldn’t hit the target nevertheless. It was the thought that counts. “Besides, if I take a nap now it will destroy my sleep schedule for today. I am at least trying to keep it healthy.”

More like, you had now two animatronics that would either began to fuzz over your bad habits, nervously twisting his fingers and anxiously spinning his sunrays, hovering and doing his best to make you feel better while trying to not overstep any boundaries and respect your (bad) choices or follow you at night with light steps and clicking sounds, calmly and happily accompanying you through your chosen night activities while also attempting to subtly nudge you to the direction of your room (and, consequently, your bed).

Of course, every now and then all of you would have your missteps. Some days Sun would tremble uncontrollably and hug you tightly when you tried to go out, chatting non stop over your and Moon’s attempts to comfort him. Another nights you would move too quickly or suddenly and Moon’s eyelights would go to a bright red and he would tackle you on the floor, body frozen on a security code he no longer had, but that still affected him. Other weeks everything would feel too much and you would push them far and away and wonder when it all came to this. Why did all came to this.

But…

But then there were also be days where Sun would skip around the house, a happy humming that made his entire circuits vibrate - and kind of reminded you of a cat - on the tip of his tongue, a batch of homemade cookies or a new colored drawing waiting for you after a long day. There would be moments when your presence and Moon’s comforting, teasy banter would be able to make his sunrays twitch less anxiously and for him to smile brighter, every shoulder bump, every poke, every half hug and every lingering touch would be a promise and a confession (I am here I am here I care I am here).

There would be moments when Moon would come at your room with his hands once again tangled in a mess of yarn’s strands and he would grumble at your light pokes of fun and refuse to tell about his new project so he could catch you and Sun by surprise and tease you both about your reactions afterwards. There would be nights when he would be frozen and twitchy and feel the worst because he can’t get his body to move and you would start telling him about your day, about a funny meme you saw on internet and and interesting something he maybe didn’t know yet about humans or the world that exists around them, and then, bit by bit, he would be able to move (his entire systems blastring friend friend my friend my dear friend over and over above the instinct of threat catch eliminate) and you would watch a movie.

And there would be moments when you gave them surprise gifts because it seems like their wonder about the world, the universe and humanity would never disappear no matter how much time they spent out of that mall. There would be days they would leave warm dishes and hot drinks on your desk, when they would hug and hold you close when you were ready to face them, when they would listen to you and sing soft lullabies or distract you with games and banter until a smile and a soft feeling took over the sadness and red eyes.

There would be days that you spent looking for new activities or experiences the animatronics hadn’t tried yet, preparing another good memory for them to have. There would be afternoons when Sun would dance with you across the living room because he knew how much you loved that song. There would be evenings when Moon would wipe your tears and distract you from your aching eyes because he knew that bad thoughts are easier to fight when you’re not alone.

Evenings just like this one.

“Thinking too hard.” Moon pressed his thumb firmly on your forehead, pulling you out of your thoughts (again). “Too hard. Must rest. Sush.”

You snorted. “Wow. Thank you, man. I have no idea how I lived until now without your rich life advices.”

“Cheeky brat.” A playful poke was jabbed on your side, fishing a surprised yelp from your lips.

Silence.

“Let’s play a game.”

A jumpy ‘zing!’ ran across your spine at the dangerous and incredibly joyful tune that took over his raspy voice, and you immediately knew that there wouldn’t be another ending for this day other than you becoming a mess of laughter on the couch. Still, even when a wobbly smile stretched on your face you tried to sound firm.

“No.” It didn’t work very well. There was no heat in it, titters already bubbling in the back of your throat. Your arms began moving and flailing in the general direction of his snickers. “Moon, no. Give me your hands. Give me your hands right no-o-ow, come on!” Your words began fading and twinkling in between stubborn giggles and squeaks as a wave of pokes and squeezes began attacking your entire torso from seemingly everywhere.

"Sorrrrry, Moonlight. Can you repeat that?" He was prodding your ribs now, tapping his fingers on each one of them, escaping from your grabbing hands with ease, not taking long before his attack changed to a light pinching of that absurdly vulnerable spot that connected your belly with your sides. His delighted tune showed that he was not sorry at all. "Can't hear you over all of those wiggly giggly giggles. Care to repeat what you just said? Hm?"

His attacks were getting even harder to predict, the cloth on your eyes helping in nothing your current state, actually, the fact that you couldn’t see where he would strike next only made butterflies fly excitedly on your nerves.

Before a reply could leave your mouth, however, his hands began spidering all across your midsection, digits fluttering and dancing on your stomach, barely scratching the sensitive skin next to your bellybutton, teasing and worming their way up and down, from a side to another on your stomach, exploring and tickling every available space until it could calmly rest on your hips, still softly scribbling the ticklish spot with no worries in his heart.

It was hard to not squirm with the tickles, even more so to control the yelps and chuckles that kept falling from your mouth like a waterfall. Especially with Moon's taunting squeezes that never failed to appear when you never expected and fish a squeaky snort.

You tried to talk once again.

He digged his fingers just the slightly bit on the flesh of your hips.

Your hands flew to hold his wrists, lips pressed firmly shut with the willpower that he, the evil jester, the mean clown wouldn't get not even a single more yelp from you.

"I think someone wants to laugh. ~" The whispering wasn't even that close, the animatronic not even having a breath to make it so taunting but you still felt the urge to scrunch your neck and protect your sensitive ears, knowing very well they were one of their favorite places to attack. "Someone here, a very ticklish, very giggly and silly-silly-silly someone wants to laugh sooo much right now… isn’t that right, starlight?"

His hands (still being held but not pushed away by yours) calmly crawled across your sides, drumming on your ribs and still going up until both of them laid on your shoulders, scribbles and scratches leading their way up to your chin, leading your squirms even worse with all the giddy anticipation that traveled across your nerves and made it hard to stay still in the same place.

"Such precious, beautiful laughter and giggles trapped right here." He tsked, one of his hands traveling slowly - all his movements now were surprisingly and still slow, as if he was telegraphing his moves for you - to tease the underline of your jaw. "Greedy, greedy. Wanting to keep all of your adorable reactions all for yourself. You need to learn to share."

His voice was closer. Much closer than before. Danger sirens blasted on your brain but the effort to not laugh and succumb to the ticklish scratches now focusing on unfairly attacking the shell of your ears and the spot right behind them distracted you too much to realize what was about to happen. Why was his voice closer?

A low, half filled with joy and half with mischief chuckle filled the air. And suddenly you knew the answer.

“Moon, don’t you dare-!” But it was too late, the unbearable buzzing already taking over your senses, the raspberry spreading like electricity across every single inch of ticklish skin on your neck, pulling all the laughter, all the squeaks, snorts and titters from their hiding spots, making a smile stretch from a side to another on your face.

It didn’t last more than one or two minutes, however. And soon enough Moon was changing and re-adjusting the cloth over your eyes since the last one was already dry and it had fallen from its place with all the struggles. It was dark and your vision was still slightly blurry, but the smirk over the other’s faceplate was crystal clear, his head spinning twice before it bobbed in your direction.

You mentioned for him to come closer, giggles still running away from your mouth uncontrollably. When he did as asked, your hands held his face with care, thumbs caressing the metal of his cheeks, red eyes watching your expression with adoration and wariness.

“I…” You took a good gulp of oxygen, letting your voice in a sweet, lovely tune, giant smile still plastered on your features. “Will destroy you once I’m free.”

The wheezing sound that came out of his system was loud and uncontrollable, a few parts of his exoskeleton clicking non stop in a kind of amusement that only happened when his guard was down and he was caught by surprise.

You probably just made it even worse to yourself. It was clear for the way that Moon’s eyes squinted until they looked like a crooked smile.

But the promise was worth it. Maybe you could even ask for Sun’s help. His teases were basically unbearable to endure.

“Lay down, lay down, troublemaker.” Careful touches pushed your shoulders so they would go back to a laying position, the piece of fabric being again put over your eyes and bringing a sense of cold relief. It almost made up for the fact that you were walking to a trap.

Well, at least it was a comfortable one.

“Perrrrrfect.” You felt Moon lifting your legs, sitting on the free space on the couch and then laying said ones on his lap. “You laughed, now it means you have to play my game.~”

You wondered if you would be able to get to your room and lock yourself before the animatronic could catch you.

As if reading your thoughts, two hands locked on the spot right above your knees, not squeezing (not yet) but being close enough that a wobbly tune began painting your grin and the need to wiggle away started itching on your nerves.

“Alright.” You acquiesced, the grumpy pout being quickly erased when a single finger skittered on the ticklish skin under your knees. Cheater. “Alright. What is the game?”

“Say the word.” Confusion must have shown on your face, because Moon continued his sentence. “I write and you say the word, right, squeaky mouse?” As if to confirm his words, he clawed your kneecap, fishing a squeal.

You didn’t answer right away, the squeezes became more and more quicker.

“Ok, ok!!” Kicks did nothing to dislodge the attack, and by the way Moon snickered, he knew very well that. Laughter began bubbling once again on your throat. “I agree! I already agrehehehed, stohohop!”

Satisfied, the animatronic relented his tickling, hands not more touching anything.

Strangely enough that only made you feel even more ticklish, tingles and shivers running and spreading everywhere.

“Guess.”

And then they were back.

The tip of his index finger touches your thigh in a straight line, goosebumps following the scribbling as it changed to lay in the middle of the previous straight line only to make another, tiny, tickly, horribly tickly bolts of electricity teasing the nerves as he repeated the sign, over and over again.

“Guess.”

An only finger dancing and tracing your thigh. It shouldn’t be able to tickle so much. It shouldn’t affect you this much. But it was so light. It was so unbearably light and soft. It was…

It was a letter.

“Ihihihi! It’s an ‘I’!”

“Yesss.” Moon seemed delighted at the snickers, more than happy to see you playing along the silly game and forgetting the reason for your earlier tears. “Second one. Four letters” He got closer to your knee, but instead of one, now two fingers danced and scratched the sensitive skin, going up - once again in a straight line - before going down and to the right - another line, - repeating the movements thrice before moving to the kneecap, softly tracing circles on it again and again and again and again and-

“Move on!” You could feel the heat creeping on your neck and face, the airy giggles becoming more and more frenetic and uncontrollable as the previous daycare attendant refused to focus his attention elsewhere. He did, however, continue after a few more seconds, not wanting to scramble your thoughts so much.

Moon lifted your leg just a little bit, just enough for him to reach with no problem behind your knee, pulling his touch downwards before going right up, as if his touch was doing little jumps on the spot, zings and more zings of tickly electricity pulling hints of snorts on your reactions.

Lowering his tracing a bit more he arrived to your calf. One straight line up. One to the right. Go a tad downwards the first line. Another line. More downwards. One more line.

He began repeating the tracing. You felt like all of your other tickle spots were tingling in empathy for the calve’s struggles.

“Lohohove! It’s ‘I love’!” A wheeze escaped from your lips and filled the air. Was he really writing I love you? “That is so chehehesy.”

“Sush, sush, sush, cute teapot.” A couple of squeezes. More kicks in protest. “Third word. Five letters.”

Wait. Five?

Now, Moon moved closer to your ankles, three fingers scribbling and drawing the letters, slipping way too close to your soles for it to be only a mistake. It took him having to ‘write’ the word more three times since your brain simply erased any and every knowledge as soon as he felt those nails scraping the skin of your ankles.

“Being!” You shouted, once again descending in breathless laughter and squirms when the animatronic confirmed that your guess was right, firmly rubbing and massaging the sensitive skin so that you could get a break and breathe more steadily.

It took a while before snorts and quiet squeals stopped taking over your voice and your legs stopped tingling and sending shivers across your body. You didn’t even was usually that ticklish on your legs, but the mix of light and soft teases and not being able to see what he would do next making your sensitivity spike to the sky.

The game had a logic, however. Thighs, knees, calves, ankles… If you weren’t mistaken, then the next one would be…

Another ‘zing!’ ran down your spine.

“Last word. Seven letters.”

Seven letters.

I love being…

“Wait, wait, wait!” You tried pulling your legs away, but the hands were keeping them nice and cozy in his firm grip. The cloth fell from your eyes and you looked for his, an unstable, pleading grin on your face. “Moon, wait, you know I can’t!” His eyes only squinted more in mischief, smirk growing on his mouth unashamedly. That son of a- “I can’t say it, Moon, please! I swear Moon, I cahahan’t!”

He lifted his hands, fingers wiggling in the air. For a moment you thought that the sentient robot was waving you goodbye since he was about to absolutely kill you dead. But then you heard it.

A faint buzzing, dancing and filling the room.

“No!”

The clawing hand slowly began moving to your feet.

“Last word. Five letters.”

“Don’t you dare!” You had no idea how your voice didn’t break any windows with how high pitched and loud it was, the hysterical, belly laughter already bubbling in the back of your throat as pleas fell like flocks from your lips. “Moon, don’t you dare! No! Come on! Do NOT-”

The buzzing, still discharging small ticklish sparks of electricity touched your sole.

Everything, for a blissful moment, froze.

Then it all came crashing down.

The buzzing filled every single inch of your nerves, tickling in ways that should be illegal, especially as the animatronic - the traitor - began moving to trace the spot as if you could concentrate in the letters being written over all the incoherent babbles and pleas that generously painted the laughter taking over your senses.

You already knew the word that was being written, and was very aware that said one didn’t need all the scratches being delivered to the arch of your feet, or the scribbles that attacked without mercy the balls of your feet and digged under and in between your toes, wiggling and tickling and tickling there without a care in the word.

“I will write it again.” Moon basically purred, sounding too much like the perfect personification of a very smug cat. “Pay attention, gigglebug.”

Before you could protest the fingers were once again traveling across your soles, repeating the attacks and now focusing on all the weak spots they found in their way, fishing plentiful of squeals, squeals, yelps, giggles, titters and snorts in their way.

Everything stayed like that for a few pieces of time. Laughing filling the air, buzzing and tickling taking over every sense. The melodious symphony fulfilling hearts.

And then it stopped.

Moon chuckled, once again rubbing the spot so the ghost tickle feeling would disappear faster, even if your remanent tittering laughter still stretched between you both.

“Did you discover the word?”

You opened your eyes, wiping a few tears that escaped and trying to look chastising at the robot in front of you, although your burrowed frown didn’t hold any heat, especially with the wide smile still blossoming on your face, shining eyes staring directly at him.

Moon only chuckled more.

“Alright, alright. Troublemaker. But one day you’ll have to admit that you love it.~”

Before you could answer with a snarky remark, the animatronic surprised you by picking you up and laying down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest.

“Game is not over. One more sentence.” It was an affirmation, but you lived enough with him to recognize the questioning tune in his words.

“No more.” You established.

He grumbled. You were pretty sure that if he could pout, he would.

Silence.

“Gentle tickles…?”

A sigh left your lungs at the hopeful feeling in his voice.

“… Sssstarlight?”

And how could you ever say no to that?

“Ok. But only light ones.” You agreed. Because when it came to Sun and Moon you had a piece of butter in the place that should be your heart, as it seems.

Moon began carelessly grazing the tip of his fingers on your back, the tickles just light enough to make one or two giggles jump here and there, a pleasant feeling of comfort and softness spreading and relaxing your muscles, making them melt and a warmth to blossom on your chest.

So caring. So comfortable. So soft…

Your mind began drifting away, breaths coming out more steadily, thoughts becoming less and less coherent as the minutes passed by.

You only realized Moon’s plan too late, when your conscience was already slipping away and the tiredness of the day was already catching up.

That freaking cheater.

Well, at least it was probably already late enough that a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

#Moon in the end rubbing his raccoon hands together and snickering like the demon he is: all according to keikaku #Lee!Reader #Ticklish!Reader #Ler!Moon #Ler!Moondrop #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #fnaf sb tickles #fnaf sb tickling #If I had a nickel for everytime I had to research a condition to write a xReader fic only to realize that I have that same condition I am wr #I would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot. But it’s weird that it happened twice.#anyway I just hope I did a good work w this fic and that you liked it anon!#xreader #need to hurry up because I need to take my doggo to the vet so if something is wrong or there isn't enough tags #I will correct it later #See ya!#:D

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idrellegames · 10 months

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You're so strong for dealing with all these incredibly repetitive asks. I'm sure that it can be frustrating to deal with and it's more than appreciated that you keep answering people's questions. Thank you for sharing Wayfarer with us!

I do really try to give my audience as much grace as I can. Not everyone scours my blog for previously answered asks. Not everyone knows where the FAQ is - and even if they do, not everyone thinks to read it before sending a question to my inbox. We're all busy, we've all got things going on! And if multiple people have the same idea and want to reach out to me about it, that's genuinely a really good thing. It's amazing when players are excited!

Repeat asks can be a bit tedious after a while, but they come from a good place so I don't want to criticize anyone for that. The game is big - some players have been around for a couple of years, others are just finding it. If someone sends me something that has been rehashed again and again, I don't want to put their experience down just because it is my 100th time hearing about it. My inbox is never this busy, so it's really heartwarming that there's so much activity right now.

Of course there are things that I personally find draining (if I sound a little annoyed whenever I have to restate that "Wayfarer isn't a romance game", this is why 😅), but I try to rein that in as much as possible and redirect it. And of course I am always appreciative of folks who do read the FAQ or the ask guidelines first.

The one thing I will mention, though, is that my blog does run on a queue. With the amount of asks I am receiving, my queue is backlogged for a couple of weeks. If you haven't seen your ask answered, chances are it is in the queue and it hasn't been posted yet - no need to resend it (although I also know that tumblr can be finnicky and sometimes asks disappear into the void).

And it goes without saying that I'm not obligated to answer everything. Some asks get deleted; others stay in my inbox for months because I want to answer them at some point, but the question requires more thought and consideration than I can currently give it.

I answer the ones I answer not because I have to, but because I want to.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #answered

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omorinintendoswitchedition · 4 months

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hi this is the post where i talk about ghostgil and ghost dante from these posts. buckle up cause theres a lot.

Ghost Vergil (No Dante)

-timeline flows along as normal. Vergil falls into hell, gets his shit rocked by Mundus, becomes Nelo Angelo, Dante fights him, except in this timeline Vergil ends up dying for real this time, so he becomes a ghost who wanders around hell in search for his precious Yamato

-his main weapon becomes Mirage Edge/his summoned swords during this time period

-his ghost takes the form of his devil trigger. this will be thematically important.

-eventually is able to escape hell and begins looking for Yamato in the Human World

-this leads him to Fortuna and eventually Nero

-Vergil feels like he is somehow connected to this kid, but since he is a stupid dumbass doesn’t even consider that Nero is his kid

-Vergil voice wow I wonder why this kid who has white hair and a demonic arm feels like someone I am connected to. I better stalk him to find out why

-For months when Nero is out alone he’ll catch a glimpse of a blue shadowy figure behind him, but when he turns around its gone. Doesn’t tell anyone about this and he thinks he’s going crazy

-The events of dmc4 happen. Dante shows up kills Sanctus and Nero is forced to chase after him, only this time when he is alone outside the city there is a certain blue shadowy figure following him

-Mitis Forest ‘what the hell is this?’ cutscene has Dante drop down into the woods below before ghost Vergil tears him apart with his teeth and hands. Its the first time Nero can actually get a good look at his stalker before it disappears again.

-Game continues on as normal up until Agnus’s lab, where Vergil finally finds his precious Yamato. He’s devastated to see it still broken and then Nero activates his devil trigger and fixes it.

-Vergil sees the potential for great power in this kid and this is the moment the possession begins

-It doesn’t start doppelgänger style at first, it starts as Vergil straight up taking control of Nero’s body. in DMC5 it’ll evolve into more of a doppelgänger style

-After defeating the demons/escaping the lab Nero finally frees himself from mind control. and now he has even more questions for The Order

-The Credo boss fight would be even more of a disaster because not only does Kyrie find out hes a demon Vergil will also take back control to win against Credo, which will make her even more afraid of Nero.

-So yeah the Nero and Vergil dynamic starts off even rockier than in canon

-Dante boss fight would change too. Dante knows that Vergil is the one controlling the kid, he knows what his brother acts, looks and sounds like. Nero is possessed the entire fight against Dante cause yknow. Its Dante’s fault he’s dead in the first place.

-Game proceeds on to the Saviour fight, and the scene where Nero is getting absorbed into the Saviour is where Vergil looses his shit. He is not getting imprisoned inside of a demon again, not to mention Yamato was taken from him. Vergil escapes Nero’s body and attacks Sanctus, stealing Yamato back and running off.

-Dante chases down his brother cause he needs Yamato to defeat the Saviour. Dante vs Vergil fight again.

-Dante wins and strikes a deal with Vergil. You can keep Yamato but you gotta help out. Vergil agrees.

-brotherly somewhat bonding in this situation

-Vergil would definitely try to possess his brother but Dante fends him off

-The Saviour fight would go down as a tag team between two brothers.

-Vergil is able to hit the heart of the Saviour with Yamato and free Nero. He once again possesses Nero and they go to defeat Sanctus and save Kyrie.

-An Agnus boss fight would also happen here due to there not being one in the Opera House.

-Sanctus is defeated Kyrie is saved the game ends and Nero asks if Dante wants Yamato back.

-Both Dante and Vergil will say no to this. Dante will also tell Vergil to go easy on Nero and also not to go on his little power hungry adventures

-Vergil will get himself absorbed into Nero’s Devil Bringer at the end of the game along with Yamato.

-I don’t really know how dmc5 would unfold in this timeline since Vergil caused the events of that. But I do have the idea that as the game progresses Vergil’s ghost slowly reverts back into its human form to show him becoming more in touch with humanity

Ghost Vergil and Ghost Dante

-haven’t really fleshed this one out yet as much as the just ghost Vergil.

-as stated an idea for a Dante death in this timeline is Vergil accidentally kills him during dmc3

-Mundus is still the reason Vergil dies in this timeline but this time instead of being enslaved he dies in combat. Maybe commits seppuku in order to avoud enslavement.

-another Dante death idea is have him killed by Mundus too and make it a revenge story where Nero must avenge the family he never knew

-yet another way this could unfold is they both die of old age and Nero is born wayyyy later, kind of like a legacy thing.

-maybe in the death of old age version a young Nero finds Devil Sword Dante + Yamato and thats when the possession happens for him.

Thats all I got so far. I’m very open for ideas on this so go ahead and shoot me and ask

#sunny rambles #devil may cry #dmc #vergil dmc #nero dmc #dante dmc

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sagau-my-beloved · 9 months

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Hey dude u ok? You didn't post anything for a while. Hope you're doing well :)

Hi! Thank you, I'm doing alright and am here to explain my absence

Basically, I've been gone for about 2 months and the first month was mostly a break cause I went on vacation for a good portion of it out of state

This second month I have really been buckling down on a very big project for this blog that I have been working on, on and off, for about 6 months! It's definitely the biggest thing I've ever done and, right now, my tentative deadline is sometime before August 21st (cause that's when my classes start again). Based on the way things are going, I think that's very possible to meet! So it's definitely something to look forward to!

I won't be giving any information away right now, but I will say that I'm super proud of it already and really excited to put it out there when it is done. It was originally supposed to be a 1000 follower milestone project that got put on hiatus for a few months due to uni stuff, so I've really just been dedicating this summer to completing it. It's something that I've been wanting to do for a long time but couldn't nail down how I wanted to format the idea, and I've only recently really had the time to put in the effort necessary into making it a real thing!

I definitely meant to get around to answering more asks and doing more overall writing, but like I said, this has been taking a good portion of my energy and time, so all of that is on the back burner right now and will be a more consistent thing when this is out

I'll try to be a tad bit more active and not just disappear off the face of the planet for months at a time too, but in, general, I'm going to be mostly away until I get this done and released

So I definitely apologize for my absence and ask everyone to be patient with me for awhile longer, and also a big thank you for everyone who's still around and I hope you'll continue to stick around!

#hey look i'm talking #fr though I'm so excited #I've been working on this for multiple hours every day for weeks now #if i had to put a percentage on it I'd say I'm at least 70 percent done or so #also it's almost this blogs one year anniversary #so that's kinda cool #i don't really have anything planned sadly but I'll probably make a post or something at least #anyway definitely sorry for the ghosting but I'm hoping this will make up for it

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Whittled Down by Another War (pt 1/?)

I just started a new job a few weeks ago, so obviously I am sublimating all of my imposter syndrome into writing a story where Korn dies before the events of KinnPorsche begins.

Korn's death tears through the city like a bullet: the exit wound a gory mess.

The first 72 hours, Kinn doesn't remember sleeping. He calls all his men back to home base, sends the most vulnerable into safe houses deep into the countryside. He has Chan lockdown the compound, the offices, the fallback in the city. Kinn shoves Tankhun—actively dissociating in mute panic—into Kim's arms at the service entrance of the mansion and sends them out of the country.

"What about you?" Kim asks. He's shored up in black jeans and a black muscle tee, wild around the eyes with a gun in the waist of his pants and a knife tucked in his combat boots. "Everyone in this city is going to be going be trying to kill you."

Kinn smiles at him, dizzy—from exhaustion? terror? from grief, because this may be the last time he ever sees Tankhun, this may be the last time he ever sees his baby brother; because after everything, even if this is how they end it, it will be more than Kinn had expected, shivering awake from the worst of his night terrors.

"Everyone's always trying to kill me," he says.

"If you eat it I'm going to be fucking pissed at you," Kim tells him, backing away now, toward his car, where Arm and Pol are flanked on either side of Tankhun in the backseat. "If you die, I'm burning your guitar collection."

It's as close to tenderness as Kim can manage, Kinn thinks, heart heavy and overfull, watching them drive away.

"They'll be your guitars then, you little shit," he says, to the afterimage of the tail lights, disappearing into the gray dawn. He scrubs his hands across his face, and a noise comes out of his throat that has the shape and density of a sob, but that's a hoarse scratch across his voice.

Kinn thinks, now, I'm an orphan. Kinn thinks, now, I'm truly alone.

Chan comes to get him, he says, "Khun Kinn—it's time," and the press of his hand on Kinn's shoulder feels like stones in Kinn's pockets, weighing him down in deep water.

***

It's two weeks before Kinn sleeps in his own bed again, lying down. Four days after that, Kinn shoots his uncle in the head. In the first month, there're dozens of attempts on his life, and six that get close enough to leave a mark. It's three months before he's done burying bodies, another two before he finishes auditing the legacy businesses. Six months after Korn dies, Kinn lets Kim bring Tankhun home.

Kinn's known—vaguely—that they were bouncing around Europe and North America, never staying anywhere too long for their safety. Tankhun left empty-handed, near-catatonic; he comes back with six suitcases of newly acquired clothes and a separate sea shipment of souvenirs he insists that Kinn needs, a phone camera full of photographs and videos of places and people and things he thinks Kinn would like to see.

"This is the musical instrument gallery at the Metropolitan Museum of Art," Tankhun lectures. "Here are some weird old pianos that look stupid, but that I guess you love."

He does. "I do," he says, and he's staring at the side of Khun's face as he says it: his older brother's darker from the sun, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a rope of turquoise beads criss-crossed across his chest. Kinn's missed him so much it hurt like a gut wound; Khun feels like a little miracle, sitting here on the floor of Kinn's bedroom, showing him pictures of weird old pianos because he knows Kinn will love them.

"You look like absolute garbage," Tankhun tells him.

"Work's been murder," Kinn says, and Khun punches him in the arm for it, which Kinn figures he deserves. Tankhun's back; Tankhun's safe. Kim's alive, and as hostile as ever, suffused with feral cat energy and armed to the teeth, sleeping off the time difference in Kinn's bed still fully dressed, clutching a butterfly knife and drooling into Kinn's pillows.

"If you'd died, I would have killed you myself," Tankhun says, hands folding into his lap, phone screen going black. "Are you eating? Have you slept?"

Kinn laughs; it comes out wet, shaky. "No," he admits.

Khun nods, practical, determined. "Well, we'll feed you, and once Kim wakes up, we'll keep watch and you can drool on those pillows, too."

Kinn wants that so badly his bones hurt, his eyes get hot. "Okay."

"And have you decided?" Tankhun asks, going sharp now and reaching over to cup Kinn's face in his hands. "What you'll do with our father's empire?"

Kinn's never let himself imagine it before. The chasm between what he wants and what he can have has always been the gulf of the Pacific, the depth of the Atlantic. Even as a boy, at barely 14, when his father had said, "This ring, and its responsibility, will be yours now, Kinn," he'd known that what he wanted no longer truly mattered. He'd sharpened his bones intro blades, cut away at himself until he'd been the shape of a perfect weapon.

Two decades later, skin thin, the possibility makes him dizzy.

"I'll need your help," Kinn hears himself say; he sounds strange, far away.

"We'll both help," Khun promises him, close and low. "Let's bury our father—and then let's bury what he built."

From the bed, Kim says, "Fuck, don't volunteer me for shit," raspy and irritable and vibrantly, amazingly alive.

Kinn's laugh kicks out of him like a reflex, and he goes lightheaded with it, and he lets Tankhun strip him out of his disheveled suit, lets Kim shove him under the snowy white covers, still body warm from his little brother, and lets himself—finally, finally—give in, give way, into the consuming arms of sleep.

***

According to Kim, he sleeps for 16 hours, during which time Tankhun does routine wellness checks to ensure he's alive, ask if Kinn needs a bedpan, and does he want anything from Starbucks because they're putting in a mobile order.

"And what the hell were you doing that entire time?" Kinn asks Kim.

He feels simultaneously incredible and incredibly shit, making his way through a liter-size bottle of water and shaking out the numbness of his right arm where he slept on it like the dead. Someone had undressed him and redressed him for shits and giggles at some point during his coma, so he's slumped against his headboard in black boxer briefs and a XXXL green t-shirt that says MOVE I'M GAY on it in white letters.

"Masturbating," Kim says, the same time Tankhun carols out, "He was tenderly threatening to shoot anybody who tried to wake you up and trying to break into your phone."

It turns out Kim had been successful in breaking into Kinn's phone, which is why his inbox—creaking under the weight of an eye-watering 703 unread messages at the time Kinn finally lost consciousness—is down to a merely demoralizing 207.

"What happened to the other 496 messages?" Kinn asks.

"We delegated, you sociopathic control freak," Kim retorts.

Tankhun hands Kinn a frappachino. "Drink this before your blood sugar gets any lower and you start shooting."

Kinn doesn't realize he's hungry until the coffee milkshake hits his system, and then he's ravenous, a bottomless maw. He relocates himself into the family quarter kitchens and sits at the long metal worktable on two overturned plastic milk crates, stacked together, barefoot and still in the green tent of a t-shirt. Kinn eats three mangos, a dozen sticks of pork satay, a bowl of rice with three fried eggs and soy sauce, and drinks another bottle of water while he's at it, the gnawing pain in his stomach fading by degrees.

"Did you not eat at all while we were gone?" Tankhun scolds, cutting up another mango, frying him another egg, adding rice to Kinn's bowl.

Kinn ate while Khun and Kim were gone. He ate and drank and must have slept because of the biological imperative of the thing, but he can't remember any of it, only the high-pitched howl of panic that sang through him the entire time. It had left him numb of pain, immune to suffering, what was left of his heart traveled outside his body and possibly already lost. For the first time in six months, Kinn feels the expansion of his lungs, the throbbing soreness of his left knee, the stiffness of his neck: brought excruciatingly back to sudden, startling life.

"I was waiting for you to cook for me," Kinn says to Khun, bratty, smiling, and ducks away from from a smack, grabbing Kim by the scruff of his shirt and throwing him into the line of fire—absolutely shameless.

They're orbiting stars, the next few days: Khun, Kinn, and Kim locked into one another's gravitational wells. They take turns sleeping. They take turns feeding each other. Tankhun and Kim take turns wrestling Kinn away from his cell phone, his laptop, the landline in the bathroom. It's the longest time Kinn's spent with his brothers since Kim turned 17 and fucked off, since he and Tankhun stood shoulder to shoulder in front of their father to make sure Kim could. It's both terrible and amazing; terrible and amazing to be so loved, terrible and amazing that this is the shape and substance of their lives—terrible that this is how Kinn gets his brothers back; amazing that they've returned to him, that they would peel apples and pull triggers for each other.

"If you hadn't gotten all emotional at Uncle Gun, you could have just left him the whole lot and we could call it done," Khun sighs later.

If Kinn hadn't gotten all emotional at Uncle Gun, Gun would have likely gotten all emotional on Kinn, and where would they be now? Tankhun presiding over a pyre of Kinn's guitars; Kim hunting down the senior ranks of the minor family in Doc Martens and skinny jeans, eyeliner flawless.

"I lost my temper when we couldn't reach contractual terms that didn't include our dead bodies in the river," Kinn says, light. Vegas and Macau are still at large, vanished beyond the border into Myanmar, two unanswered questions—one indistinct, one psychopathic. It's a problem for tomorrow, for all of their tomorrows.

"I'm also not sure our Uncle's management style would have been in alignment with not causing absolute fucking chaos," Kim chimes in. "The Lithuanians still have a kill-on-sight order for Vegas."

The Lithuanians can get in line.

"Oh that means the Russians must want him, too," Tankhun says thoughtfully.

"I think it's generally a fair assumption that everyone who has met and been forced to interact with Vegas wants him dead for some reason or another," Kinn says.

His cousin was an annoying kid who was shaped by the weight of their family legacy and Gun's fists into a necrotic wound of an adult. Vegas is too smart, too dangerous for Kinn to ever truly pity him, but he stands on the opposite shore, recognizes that in ways that are too harrowing to admit even to himself, he and Vegas are phantom echoes. The difference is Vegas thinks he can unfuck himself if they upend the family structure—Kinn knows better; he knows they're both ruined.

"Enough about our cousin—we should talk about Papa's funeral," he sighs.

In the immediate chaos of their father's death, Kinn had been too busy trying to prevent the cataclysmic collapse of the Theerapanyakul empire, smuggle his brothers across borders, and shooting his uncle in the face to see to the appropriate funerary rites. In this, as in so many other things, Kinn's been a disappointment of a son and heir.

So now, six months later, he ignores Kim's suggestions that they throw Korn into the river and has Chan pull him from cold storage. Kinn's seen too many dead bodies in his life, but it's a gut punch all the same, all over again, to see his father's face without its panoply of microexpressions—each one a separate area of study and source of paranoia—in the mute peace of death, Korn looks like the after image of a parent Kinn once imagined having: kind, forgiving, safe. The stroke that killed him was fast and comprehensive. It's probably kinder than he deserved, and Kinn—making calls in the background while Tankhun tries to convince Kim that as the youngest, he's honor-bound to be ordained for the services—is grateful: that his father didn't suffer, that he's capable of gladness for it, that as much of a wreck as he is, as complicated as he feels, that at least this dimension of grief can be clean.

"This is our father," Tankhun insists.

"Exactly why I'm not shaving my fucking hair and eyebrows, you clown," Kim yells back.

Kinn schedules the bathing rites for the next day, and it's only himself, Tankhun, and Kim in attendance. Chan is there, but Kinn's not sure in what capacity. The closest thing Korn had to a friend, toward the end? Watching over Korn's legacy? They put a coin in Korn's mouth and lay him out under a sheet, at the high table, wreath him with flowers, heaps of blooms that fill the room with the smell of their garden at dusk. Kinn's still too tired to think about it—he's so deep in the red on his sleep deficit he's going to die tired—to do anything other than pour jasmine-scented water over his father's unmoving hand and to pray for more kindness that Korn doesn't deserve.

It's typical to hire four monks for the seven days of daily chanting, but their family needs every possible fucking merit, so Kinn gives in to all of his worst impulses and hires 16 for the full seven day cycle. Kinn knows that in some families, there are visitors and happy stories, food and dancing; for the Theerapanyakuls, there's just Khun and Kinn and Kim, getting shitfaced on their father's collection of botanical gins and conspicuously avoiding conversation about how angry they are to mourn this man. It's the worst part of family, that someone so arbitrarily assigned to you can both hurt and love you in such concussive, devastating ways. Millennia from now, once Kinn has worked through the karmic debt of this existence, he hopes he's born into a normal family, where when his father dies, he doesn't have to carry a gun to the fucking cremation—where he can feel something other than a gash in his throat.

They go in age order, up to the casket with their wooden flowers, and so Kim's the last to give his bloom away to the fire as it's lit.

"The ashes will be ready for you tomorrow," the funeral director promises, terrified. Chan had done the security briefing, so Kinn doesn't blame him. "Will you—will you want to keep them at the temple?"

He says this in a way that makes it abundantly clear he can think of no more horrifying outcome than for Kinn to inform him that they would like to keep their father's ashes at the temple.

"We'll take him home," Khun says, somehow still the best socialized of them all. "Thank you for taking care of our father."

They're nearly at the door, nearly back into the waiting shadows of the two dozen guards that Chan had sent along for the ceremony, when Kim says, "Give me a second," and disappears back inside for ten seconds, fifteen.

When they get the ashes back, Korn's remains are mixed with sun bright Ratchaphruek petals, fragrant jasmine, their father's favorite flowers. Kim sticks the urn in the back of a cupboard in their father's study, embarrassed by his brief detour into filial tenderness and working triple time to be an asshole in compensation.

"The king is dead," Tankhun says, late into the night. They're all sitting in the garden in the dew-wet grass, passing around a cigarette and staring at Khun's fancy carps; Elizabeth and Sebastian hovering close as if they can sense their owner's distress. "Long live the king."

Kinn snatches the cigarette away from him. "Don't say that."

"Yeah he prefers emperor," Kim says, which earns him a punch in the kidney. "Fuck."

"You deserved that," Khun tells him, and turns back to Kinn. "Well? What next?"

When he and Khun were boys, and when Kim was a (more) annoying blob that screamed all day, Kinn had spent a lot of time trying to figure out how they could escape their fate. Khun could become a famous artist, and they would live in New York, where there were already so many mafias surely Thai organized crime would find no foothold. Kinn could become a famous singer-songwriter, hire his brother as a stylist, and they would travel the world on tour and have no time for calling in debts. They could run away somewhere no one knew them, and then Khun could do whatever he wanted, and Kinn wouldn't have to watch their father turning his brother into a weapon. Once the ring had been on Kinn's finger, he'd stopped imagining the alternatives; he was old enough to know then that the alternative was Kim.

"I don't—I mean, where would we even begin," Kinn says finally.

"Wherever we can, with whatever we have," Kim says, taking the cigarette back. "Unless we've completely misread this situation, and you actually want to keep running the fucking mafia."

Kinn closes his eyes, presses his face into his knees. "I don't know how to do anything else," he admits. I'm scared to hope for anything else, he thinks.

"Kinn, you have an MBA," Khun says. "You majored in accounting."

"I think he means, 'who do we break the news to first,'" Kim says, but he's grinning, savage, bright-eyed. "I vote we start with the Lithuanians."

***

The Lithuanians, once they find out that Kinn has no idea where Vegas is, comprehensively do not care. Their existing partnership is largely limited to coordinating profits off of luxury car thefts—a rounding error on the Theerapanyakul family balance sheet—and they're more than happy to take it off of Kinn's hands. This leads to an existentially bizarre sidebar that Kinn ends up having with the second in command about whether or not this means his cars are now fair game.

"If you have to steal one of ours, steal the purple one," Kinn tells them.

"That one's your fucking lunatic brother's," Boris says. "You think I don't know that rabid little shit will try to chew my throat out?"

Which lunatic brother, Kinn doesn't ask, but only because Khun doesn't drive.

But the Lithuanians are easy, small fry in Thailand, and honestly Boris is probably the closest thing Kinn has to a work friend. It also helps that they both want Vegas dead.

In a sort of grim distillation of Kinn's entire adult life, dealing with the people who want to steal his cars and kill his cousin is actually the least shit part of this entire exercise.

The Theerapanyakul empire goes six generations back, and his father had married into the lineage with a chip on his shoulder and an explosive, obsessive love for Kinn's mother, who Kinn can't be sure ever loved him entirely back. But she'd loved her sons, and it was Rachini who'd put the first gun in Kinn's hands, who'd taught him what it meant to be a Theerapanyakul, and ensured—from as soon as Kinn was old enough to understand—that given a choice between his family and the outside world, he would never hesitate to take the shot. She taught her children the same thing her father taught her, that there's power in controlled violence, that there was a right and a wrong way to be mafia, that they might die young, so to take ruthless, ravenous bites out of life while they could. She'd blow dry Kinn's hair, tender, with the same hands she used to stab someone in the throat. Kinn's keenly aware he was born wrong, raised wrong, that even though her death had felt like an amputation, the phantom pain he feels is both anger and mourning. Their parents had turned all three of them into bullets.

The rot is deep at the heart of the enterprise, so inextricably tied that even at the root of their legitimate businesses, some vein of corruption flows through. The hotels and resorts they own are convenient cash sinks to launder funds from their lower-overhead activities; the shopping centers and hospitals topline PLCs that conceal in their labyrinthine corporate structures holding companies where their casinos funnel cash, where their sideline in brothels and escorts pay dividends, where their import-export hustle dumps free cash flow. They'd gotten out of drugs during their father's generation—too tight a market, too high risk, too low on returns—and dumped their considerable connections into vendor service for the cartels instead. Kinn had combined his expensive MBA, penchant for fucking closeted Chinese nationals out blowing daddy's ill-gotten politburo gains, and struck gold laundering drug money through the brisk tourist trade in vacation hubs like Phuket and Bangkok.

"The Sinaloas will be very angry if we close up shop," Khun meditates.

Kinn pours himself a Pappy on the rocks, because he's fucking earned it, and presses the cool crystal of the tumbler to his forehead. "Let's not—worry about the Sinaloas for now," he says. "Let's start with the easy exits."

Of course, there are no actual easy exits, only less shitty ones. Kinn throws a metaphorical dart ands on the Italians.

"That's going to be a shitshow," Kim says, when Kinn tells him.

"Take Pete," Khun frets. "Take Arm and Pol."

"Pol is absolutely useless," Kinn tells him. "And I want Arm and Pete here in case anything goes sideways and you need actual competent protection—I'll take Chan."

Taking Chan does not ameliorate the broader truth that dealing with the Italians is a shitshow. It starts with snide commentary on gelato and ends in a hail of bullets, Kinn running panicked down the filthy back streets around Thonglor Soi being chased by Sicilian shitbags who are pissed he doesn't want to ferry around their cocaine anymore. It would be absolute poetic justice if he ends up getting shot to death behind a club where he'd once separately facefucked two guys who turned out to be a couple and who'd then started screaming at each other about cheating while Kinn had been trying to put his dick back in his pants.

#kinnporsche #fanfic #wip

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dylannconstance · 7 months

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Kinktober Volume 5: For the List

Word Count 1734

Rated M 🔞

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Minors stay out of this portion of the library.

Synopsis: Public sex, fun couple, established couple, fuck it list, SMUT, Halloween, standing, costumes.

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“It’s still two months until Halloween.” He whined, pouting dramatically while you finished getting ready. “Do we have to go to get costumes today? I want sleep. I need sleep and cuddles.”

“Loser, it’s 3 weeks until Halloween and your dumbass signed us up for the costume contest at your work party. So, no cuddles for you until we find a good couple's costume.”

“No shit?” He asks, grabbing his phone to check the date. “Holy fuck, it is 3 weeks.” His pout returns as he realizes you are indeed correct. “Fine. I’ll get a shirt and shoes on, but you're taking me to lunch later.”

Taking him to a Halloween store was equivalent to taking a toddler to a toy store. He would not sit still. Darting from one side of the store to the next, actively calling “Baby look!” at everything that caught his attention for more than 2 seconds. Finally arriving at the couple's costumes, you start to peruse through the selections. Grabbing a few choices and placing them in the hand basket, before setting off to find your overactive boyfriend.

The decor lining the walls was typical, huge scarecrows with glowing eyes, cackling witches, and the occasional motion-censored jump scare. Finally spotting the dressing rooms, you turn around, continuing to search for the idiot you love. Standing in the middle of all the animatronics, you pull out your phone to call him. Turning around, a dumbass in a Ghost face mask jumps in front of you, causing you to jump and almost drop your phone. His belly-shaking laugh causes you to roll your eyes as the realization hits that the dumbass is, in fact, your dumbass.

“Oh baby, you should have seen your face!” He laughs again, pulling the mask up. “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad.” He pleads, taking your hands in his and kissing them.

“I’m not mad, you just scared me.” you reply, shaking your head. “Now for your punishment, you have to come try on these costumes with me.” Grabbing his hand, you begin to pull him toward the dressing rooms.

“I thought you weren’t mad. Why am I being punished?” he whines, again like a toddler not getting a toy.

“Two changing rooms, please,” you say, walking up to the girl at the counter. She pulls a single earbud out of her ear as she eyes you up and down.

“What?” She snaps, giving you a look that says you just ruined her entire day.

“We’d like to try these on,” you say again, motioning to the basket.

“Yeah whatever,” she says, putting her earbud back on, “Grab a curtain or two, that way.” She flips her wrist in the direction of the changing rooms.

“Thank you so much for your help and hospitality.” Your boyfriend says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the changing area. “Wow, she was delightful.”

A giggle escapes you as he pulls a curtain back and allows you to walk inside. “Which one am I trying first?” He asks, holding out his hands. Placing the Ken doll costume in his hands, he walks to the next curtain as you begin to change into Barbie.

“I like it!” He yells, jumping out from behind the ‘wall’ curtain to show off. “Whoa.” He says, his eyes widening as he takes in your tight blue aerobics outfit. “It’s a little tight.” You say, pulling at the fabric before feeling it retract against your skin.

“Okay, Barbie, no go for the party.” He says before taking the next costume and disappearing behind the curtain again.

“Really?” His voice cuts through the curtain as you spin around in a circle, trying to adjust your wings. “Peter Pan and Wen-”

He stops as you turn, finally situating them as you come into his full view.

“Not Wendy, Tinker Bell,” you answer, pulling the dress down a bit to cover your very exposed thighs.

“Well, hello, Tinker Bell.” He says, walking over and running his hands down the very line you just adjusted. “I will gladly wear tights if you are in that the whole evening.”

“I’m not sure if that would work honey,” you state taking in and motioning to his hardening length, “I’m afraid the Lost Boy going to want to come out to play.”

Pushing him back into his dressing room, you begin to try on the next outfit.

“I feel like a tool.” He proclaims again, moving back the curtain and stepping inside your portion of the changing rooms. “A butler darling, really? It’s a little cliché.”

“Cliché, yes but also a classic.” You say, turning toward him in your maid outfit. His eyes grow wide as he sweeps his them from your head to your toes, a small blush creeping onto his plump cheeks.

“I take it back, I like cliché.” He mutters, grabbing the ends of the skirt and rubbing it between his fingers.

“Definitely not appropriate for your work party, though. When I bend over, you can clearly see my ass cheeks.” You say, bending over to show him, without thinking. A sigh leaves his lips as he caresses your bottom. “You can’t do that. Lost Boy definitely wants to play now.” Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you close. You feel his breath tickle your neck before he attaches them to your neck, hitting that sweet spot instantaneously.

“Stop it,” You playfully scold him as you swat his hip, his lips still nipping and sucking on your neck. “We’re in public.”

Turning you around in his arms, he brings his lips to yours, and pecks them softly before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “This is the noisiest store we’ve ever been in. No one will even know. And do you really think Miss Sunny Sunshine out there is not only going to hear, but actually give a shit about what’s going on in here?” His warm breath ghosts across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake.

Thinking about the atmosphere, you walked through earlier, his reasoning wasn’t wrong. You could barely hear what was going on in the next aisle, much less anything back here. Not to mention, the store wasn’t crowded at all, since you arrived a little after opening. No one would need the dressing rooms for a while, so the idea wasn’t a bad one.

“Wasn’t something like this on our ‘fuckit list’?” He mutters before pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your neck. He knew full well it was something he added to the list you had made last year. The list contained all the sexual kinks, locations and scenarios you both would like to experience in your lifetime. So far, you had checked off a little over a dozen of them. “Please baby,” he whimpers almost pouting, “I don’t think I can wait. I promise I’ll make it fast and quiet.” After so long together, you knew he had every card up his sleeve to be able to accomplish both those things.

“We’re gonna have to buy these, you know that, right?” You say, pulling the fabric of his pants down, allowing his hardness to smack against the costume.

“Done. Then we can check off the role-play situation later.” Your lips reattach as he picks you up, pushing your back up against the only wall in the small room. “Hold onto that bar, baby.” He says, motioning to the secured clothing rack hanging directly above you. Gripping the bar just hard enough to support yourself, he deftly moves the small fabric covering your sex to the side, efficiently sliding in with a quick snap of his hips. “God, you feel like heaven, every fucking time.” He mutters, pistoning his hips into you with every word. Biting down on your lip to keep the sounds from falling out, your eyes roll back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. In this position, you’re able to feel every ridge and vein on his delicious cock. It’s enough to make your mouth water. Tightening his grip on your ass, he begins to move you up and down his shaft.

The moan that wants to escape is too great, you bring your head to the side, attaching your lips to your own bicep in an attempt to stifle them. His hips never cease their assault, as his arms drag you up and down, slamming you onto his cock with each descent. Your arms begin to shake from the position, bringing one down in an attempt to relieve the tingling feeling. Lowering you down to the floor, he leaves your warm walls only for a second as he turns you back around and bends you over. “Stay like that, baby. Fuck, you look so sexy.” His hands cascade over your ass before he slams himself back into you, adopting the same brutal pace. The mixture of fear of getting caught and the pleasure coursing through you has your orgasm making a speedy appearance. “Babe, babe, babe,” you quietly chant, feeling him push in harder with each thrust, just like you like. “Cum, baby, let go. Let me feel you.” He whimpers, smacking your ass and sending you over the edge. Your walls constrict around him as you bite down on his hands that quickly cover your mouth. “Fff-uuu-cc-kk” his moan is breathy and heavy as his own orgasm fills you. Pulling you closer to him and standing you upright, his fingers delicately brush your clit, causing you to jump and moan again. “I fucking love you.” He says grabbing your phone from your bag hanging on the wall. “Picture time baby. This is definitely one for the ‘fuckit book’.” He raises the phone and takes a photo of you both. Him still flush against your body with his member still inside. Another rule of checking off the ‘fuckit list’, it had to have evidence, so no arguments would arise in the future. Slowly pulling out of you, he readjusts your clothing to cover you properly before kissing your lips, nose, and forehead.

“I love you.” You say, pulling him closer in time to feel his stomach growl.

“How about we get the Ghostface outfit, and you can be a victim from the movie. Then we go get lunch?” He asks hopefully. At your nod, he jumps back into his own room to change with a “Yay!”

He truly is your idiot.

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medicallymercury · 4 months

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Just seen the Casualty spoilers for next week, I don't know how to describe my feelings. The first Teddy-related spoiler made me so physically excited I had to start jumping around my living room to be able to keep reading. The second one made me throw my phone across the room. Mixed feelings and general nausea.

The first one? More than I even hoped for from this episode. I honestly just expected that this episode would be him in his feelings, maybe telling Paige about it but probably Jodie (I'LL GET TO THAT). Instead, Jan asking him to come collect the ashes? How interesting it is for his characterisation that he still hasn't forgiven her enough for that? Paige finding out he only proposed because of Gethin? The role of family in Teddy's entire existence? MOST IMPORTANTLY: SAH TRYING TO GIVE HIM ADVICE. We're finally getting a Teddy and Sah scene, and it might go horribly but I honestly thought he'd just never talk to them again and the writers would try and pretend they'd resolved that storyline so I genuinely will cry about this. Expect so many edits. I am so fucking excited to see them interact again, I am shaking like one of those little dogs. I am foaming at the mouth. You will never shut me up.

The second one? Exactly what I dreaded would happen in this episode. I'm not happy about the Teddy/Jodie storyline and I don't shut up about that. I've said before that if I ship something I usually ship it forever and in the case of Teddy that means being very tied to Sah/Teddy/Paige for the good times and Sah/Teddy (no Paige) for the bad times, so I'll never really want to see him with anyone else (I'm not even really very big on Teddy/Paige with no Sah). To be fair, I can objectively see why this does kind of make sense in the moment if not on a whole. Teddy and Jodie are the hospital's nepo-babies and I say that as a joke but I do think it can put them in somewhat similar situations. On top of that, Teddy has just lost Gethin, Jodie has been kinda actively losing Max - I don't think their situations are that similar but I think they have more common ground with each other than they do with a lot of other people. So I see why this works but I don't care, I don’t have to be rational or reasonable about the medical drama if I don’t want to. (And incredibly subjectively? There is no main character in the show whose family life makes for more interesting comparsion with Teddy's than Sah's, even with this storyline.)

I'm not gonna lie and pretend I'll accept it as a plot choice because we've known about it for months now and I still don't like it. But I might've found a way to ignore it if they hadn't decided to make it happen this quickly. I always knew that the Gethin stuff would lead to the infidelity somehow, but I wanted an episode of Teddy grieving that didn't feature that. I wanted them to give Teddy and Jan a little time before they went that way. Just to properly establish things before rushing into a very new storyline, if anything. Even a brief acknowlegement in today's episode would've been better than this. I think I'm getting too into it because personal life things, there's a reason why Teddy is so me and let's keep it at that.

Oh and, yeah, I guess technically he does it under the assumption that he and Paige aren't together so it's kind of not cheating. But it is cheating, isn't it? And he's gonna keep at it. So I feel like even if it kind of isn't cheating now, it will be cheating eventually.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

mixed mixed mixed feelings.

(Also, I forget how much I disagree with Casualty Twitter and then Teddy does anything and the response reminds me. I’m not saying he’s not done anything wrong, but the stuff he’s done wrong is so interesting and people there seem to just want him to disappear entirely if he won’t play the role of “Sah’s Best Friend” for them.)

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chayscribbles · 2 years

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okay. too much brain fog to put this in my usual fancy writing update format but here’s a rundown on what i’ve been up to in the last few months. (it does get a bit venty. sorry about that.)

i’ve mostly been working on and off on AR3, but it’s been a struggle the entire time. part of it i know is Life (2022 has not been kind to my mental health) but part of it i think is the wip itself.

i’m about 2/3rds of the way done this draft, and all i really have to write is the climax and the conclusions and epilogues and etc., but i’m having a rough time getting myself to do it. as i get nearer and nearer to the end of this entire trilogy (well. the first draft. but still), i’m finding myself doubting this story more and more, that i can give it a satisfying conclusion. writing this climax is just so daunting and i’m not completely sold on what i have planned. and i KNOW this is just the first draft, i can always go back and change things, but it’s hard for me to even write it if i’m not ready to commit to even the general gist of the scenes, if that makes sense. which is SO frustrating because as much as i’m tempted to give up i really don’t want to! i still do love this story and these characters and this world and i am proud of AR1 and AR2 and can’t wait to be able to start editing them. so why can’t i get through this final stretch? anyway if anyone has encouragement or tips please please please i really need it.

in less depressing news, though, i’ve been allowing myself to take longer breaks from AR to just play around with other new wip ideas. there’s a bunch of little concepts that are still too underdeveloped to talk about here yet but there is one that has become a lot bigger than i ever intended lol, and i think once i’m done with this draft of AR3 this could become my Main Wip before getting into AR redrafts and edits. i’m hesitant to share too much about it publicly yet as it’s still in pretty early stages, but for now just know that there’s queer women doing a heist in space.

ALSO. was anyone here in like, early 2020 on my old blog. does anyone remember that one superhero murder mystery wip featuring twins that i had. well. every couple of months i remember it exists and reread it and remember how much i actually love it despite it having been written in like 2015, and this time i think i’m ACTUALLY gonna try to clean it up and get it published somewhere for people to read. (haven’t decided if i want to get it PUBLISHED published, or if i just wanna yeet it onto some site like wattpad for people to read for free. we’ll see.) so yeah i might be reintroducing it at some point if i have the time, and/or looking for beta readers for that. so. if that’s something that you think might interest you keep your eyes peeled!

so that’s what’s been going on with me. i’m probably gonna be super active here for the long weekend and then promptly disappear again but i’ll try to come back whenever i can. if you’ve read all this i am sending a little imaginary pigeon with a basket of various breads and baked goods to your house. bisous <3

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icedmetaltea · 1 year

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Excuse me, are you alive? :(

Believe it or not yes

I've been tryna hold off on coming back till this semester is over + I'm in a better place mentally cause low and behold I realized maybe trying to silence all the shit going on in my body with medications instead of addressing them with exercise, a healthy diet and other such lifestyle changes wasn't the best idea. That plus said meds getting increasingly expensive, to the point where even when I was using goodrx to get a huge discount on them I was still paying $40 a month on them. Like I don't even have a job cause I'm a full time student. That's a whole fuckin lot for me.

Also did I mention the hidden fees??? Last week I got a randomass bill in the mail which essentially made me pay $96 dollars for a flu shot cause my insurance wouldn't pay for it all. A. Flu. Shot. I was given the impression by the nurse that they were free, or at least extremely cheap with insurance. Fuck that.

In any case I contacted my doc last week and have started waning off the meds. I'm going to try improving myself on many levels, with aforementioned diet/exercise things (I haven't been exercising, like at all, for over a year now. Of course the agoraphobia came back as a result since even simple walks around the nightborhood would result in extreme panic attacks that made me question if I should go to the ER), meditation, just stuff I know works from experience from before I had medications (which I only started because I was sure I was going to get a part time job and I wanted to block out any symptoms of anxiety/depression essentially... and they stop working every month or so and then my doc would shove new drugs at me instead of suggesting a lifestyle approach)

So yeah, that's been the past few months for me. I do in fact still love this fandom and I will become far more active in it soon, but I'm trying to get through this semester intact when I'm going to be experiencing awful withdrawals on top of my regular anxiety/depression, so please bear with me.

I hate my brain so much. But I have to learn to nurture it rather than try to block every physiological response it has with meds like I have been the past 5 years.

On the bright side of things, I am working on a mer eclipse fic and have finished that frankenstein fic I told ya'll about a while ago, just needs some finishing touches when I'm in a better state of mind.

Not to mention a horror idea I quite literally just dreamed up. Which is incredibly fucked up and I love it.

Again, I apologize for disappearing on ya'll, I'll get to the other messages as soon as I'm able

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writingwhimsey · 2 years

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Lady of Azuchi Ch. 16

Chapter 16

Nobunaga had gathered his inner circle together for a council. They were discussing further details Mitsuhide was finding in regards to who attempted to poison Ava. "I have tracked the poison to a port in the south." Mitsuhide said. "There have also been whisperings of movement from Tomonoura."

Nobunaga bristled at the mention of Tomonoura. "Do you believe that defanged shogun has something to do with this?" He asked.

"I can't say for certain, my lord, but it is suspicious that there is increased activity around his exiled home at this same time." Mitsuhide answered.

"Hideyoshi, do you still have that contact in the south? The one you used to negotiate with the Mouri?" Nobunaga asked.

Hideyoshi nodded. "Yes, I can reach out to him."

Nobunaga nodded. "See that you do. Perhaps he will have contacts that will be able to help us track the assassin better."

The council went on for a while longer, the warlords discussing other matters before Nobunaga was dismissing everyone. He called out to Masamune before the man left. "Masamune."

"You need something?" Masamune asked.

"Yes, I have an important matter…and you are the only one I can entrust with it." Nobunaga replied.

"Do I get the vanguard for the next battle?" Masamune asked, intrigued.

"No, this is far more important." Nobunaga answered. "Ava's sister will be leaving and returning home in a few months. She plans to spend that time trying to convince Ava to come back with her."

Masamune blinked in surprise. "You can't tell me you're actually worried that the lass might leave? I'm pretty sure there's nothing that could get her to leave your side."

"Still, I can't take any chances." Nobunaga replied. "I need you to help keep Suki distracted…perhaps show her around and show her what makes life here good."

Masamune grinned. "I think I can do that. Though I was hoping for a fight, this just might be even more fun."

Ava and Suki…

I was walking through the castle town, Suki, Asuna, and my handful of guards (including Hideyoshi) with me. It was the first time we had ventured out since the attempted poisoning…and Suki’s arrival. But it was something that needed to be done. Plus, I had some deliveries to make as well as a need to stock up on some new fabrics for myself and the castle seamstresses.

We made our way to a local inn that a visiting daimyo was staying in. I presented him with his new haori and the kimono he had ordered for his wife. They were excited over my work and quite pleased with their commissions. His wife couldn’t stop going on about how beautiful her new kimono was.

Afterwards, we made our way to my favorite fabric merchant. He greeted me with a smile. “Lady Ava, it is wonderful to see you again.” Kenji, the merchant greeted me.

I smiled. “It’s good to see you, too.”

“I am glad you came, I just got in this new fabric that I think you would like very much, my lady.” He said. “When I got it in, I set it aside knowing you would probably love it.” He was then disappearing in the back and coming back out with three bolts of fabric.

I walked closer and looked at the beautiful dyes. They were techniques, that in my time were lost to time. I had only seen scraps of these types of fabric in museums and no one could figure out how to replicate this. “Oh my! Oh, this is exquisite!” I gushed, as I ran my hands over the delicate patterns. My mind was already coming up with ideas for clothing for these gorgeous pieces of fabric.

Kenji smiled. “I am glad to see that you like it.”

“Oh, I adore it.” I replied. “I’ll take all of these.”

Kenji smiled. “I will get these packaged up for you.”

Once we had made the purchase, Hideyoshi was taking it. “You know I can carry that.” I told him.

“You’re already carrying enough.” Hideyoshi replied, gesturing to my swollen belly. “Besides, I am here to protect you. That includes keeping you from overworking yourself…which you tend to do.”

I sighed, but then happened to catch my sister’s face. “What?” I asked her.

“Just thinking I was surprised by how well Hideyoshi here knows you.” She answered.

“It is a theme amongst all of the warlords.” Asuna told Suki. “Everyone very much keeps an eye on La…Ava and will do what they can to keep her from overworking herself.”

“What? Now all of you are ganging up on me?” I asked. “You know, I was missing you Suki, but I’m starting to not be so happy to see you.”

“Oh, you know you love me.” Suki replied, pulling me into a hug.

“Only because I have to.” I teased.

She then mussed my hair and I swatted her hands away.

It was then that my stomach was letting out a growl. “I think it might be time to take a snack break.” I said, sheepishly.

We were all then making our way to one of my favorite tea houses. I sat on one of the benches with Suki and my guards as Asuna and Hideyoshi went to grab some tea and snacks for us. “So, what do you think so far?” I asked Suki.

“Well…the townspeople do seem to like you for sure…and I saw the way your face lit up at that fabric.” She admitted. “Still think the better medical care and you know; no threat of death and relative peace would be reason enough for you to want to come back home with me though.”

“But I am happy here.” I replied. “Home doesn’t have Nobunaga or he direct client relations I have with my customers.”

“That daimyo and his wife did seem happy with those pieces you did for them.” Suki admitted. “But you know, what’s more important? Your work or the safety of you and your unborn baby?”

“I can have both.” I told her.

It was then that Asuna and Hideyoshi were returning, carrying the tea and some mochi. We were all settling in to enjoy the sweet treats, when Masamune suddenly appeared. “Ah, there you are.” He said, grinning at us all.

“Were you looking for us?” Hideyoshi asked.

“Just the lasses.” Masamune answered. “Of course, with all of the guards around you’re hard to miss.”

“Were you needing something, Masamune?” I asked.

“Just wanted to head out for a bit and realized I needed some company.” He answered. That one blue eye then came to rest on my sister. “Pretty sure Nobunaga would have an issue if I took Ava as my company, so I think you’ll have to do lass.”

Suki actually looked a bit nervous. “Uhm, excuse me?”

Masamune was then reaching for Suki, taking her by the hand. “Come on and let me show you a good time.”

“But I was spending time with my sister.” Suki protested.

“Yeah, Masamune…and maybe you know ask before just taking her.” I added.

“Masamune…” Hideyoshi managed to get out, his scold face on, but then Masamune was already dragging Suki away. Hideyoshi sighed. He was then standing up, ready to go after them, when a deep commanding voice spoke up.

“Hideyoshi, leave them be.”

We all turned to see Nobunaga had shown up. He was walking towards us.

Hideyoshi looked up at him confused. “My lord?”

“Masamune will do as he pleases, but Suki will be safe with him.” He said. He was then coming over to sit beside me, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. The look in his eyes gentled as his gaze settled on me.

I smiled up at him. “Well, yeah Masamune wouldn’t let anything happen to her…of course depending on what they do, I could see him being the reason something happens to her.” I said, thinking of all the shenanigans Masamune was known for.

Nobunaga chuckled. He then looked towards Hideyoshi and my guards. “I am here now, you are all dismissed.” He informed them.

“Yes…my lord.” Hideyoshi replied. “We will put your fabric purchases in your sewing room, Ava.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I countered.

“Ava, just let them handle it.” Nobunaga told me. “It is not often we get to spend time alone together in town like this.”

“Well…when you put it like that.” I agreed.

Hideyoshi, Asuna, and the guards were then leaving Nobunaga and I alone. Nobunaga brought our joined hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of mine. “I knew you would see things my way.” He said, wearing that smug grin I loved so much.

It was then that the pieces were falling together. “You…you put Masamune up to taking Suki out?”

“How else am I to get alone time with my wife?” He asked. “Suki has been here for a week and she has joined us for dinner every night.”

I smiled as I looked at Nobunaga. He looked so cute when he was sulking. “Well, she is only here for a limited time.” I told him. “And how else is she supposed to get to know you?”

“Is that to say you haven’t been missing me as much as I have you?” Nobunaga asked.

“Of course not!” I exclaimed. “It has been a while since we’ve been able to just relax on a date like this.”

Nobunaga smiled at me. “That is better.”

I was leaning my head over on his shoulder and then reaching over to pick up a bite of mochi. “So, what should we do on this date?” I asked.

Nobunaga smiled and I felt his lips brush the top of my head. “Whatever you wish.” He answered.

“You really know how to spoil a girl, Nobunaga.” I told him, turning my head so that I could look at him.

Nobunaga reached a hand up, his thumb brushing some flour from my lower lip. His fingers were then sliding beneath my chin and tilting my head back farther so he could lean in and place a gentle kiss on my lips. “I am happy so long as I am with you.” He told me.

I smiled, warming inside at his words. “Good thing I feel the same way about being with you, Nobunaga.”

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