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galaxyseclipse · 8 months

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OKAY

so I went through the Side Order trailer a gazillion times, so it's disorganized thoughts/theories/opinions time!

we're just gonna put a cut here in case folks don't want to read a quite long post lol

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okay, so I think the whole thing of this campaign is that it's not real. nothing that happens is actually happening to Eight, Pearl, and Dedf1sh. I mean obviously it's happening to them, but it has no affect on the real Inkopolis Square

so, I think it's either (1) a simulation/virtual "what-if?" scenario(probably created by Marina) that got corrupted or (2) that "world of order beyond comprehension" Marina mentioned that probably also got corrupted

either way it's gonna be weird, and is probably connected to computers somehow

my main reasoning for that is that every time we(as in the player) enter an area it literally loads us into the area(bringing in essentially an LoD model, then becoming the player/weapons), which most likely wouldn't happen if we weren't in some sort of virtual world

as well as this trippy glowy matrix-lookin' room thing

also the fact that Pearl is literally a drone clearly designed to look like her, and it doesn't appear as if we see her normally at all in the campaign. so my guess is that the drone is Pearl's "avatar" in this virtual world. this is further proven by her description on the Japanese website

this is a janky translation, but still, interesting wording

but why a drone? and why does it look like her? my only guess is that Marina made that avatar to look like Pearl, so she could be safe in this weird environment? I have no idea otherwise

why do Eight and Ded look normal then? why is Ded here in the first place? I have no idea, other than Ded saying they and Marina "go way back" and Eight maybe choosing to have an avatar that looks like themselves?

obviously a lot of that part of the theory relies on this world being something that Marina created and/or has/had some level of control over. I saw a theory somewhere(unfortunately I don't remember exactly) that was "maybe Marina's being controlled by whatever is all that black stuff and what's controlling the robot fish." which like, that'd be pretty dope ngl, and it'd tie into the "Marina made/discovered this place and it got out of her control" theory. and we've seen Marina precisely one (1) time, and it was in concept art that kinda made her look all glitchy and stuff

so like, I dunno guys, I think 'rina might be in danger...

sidenote: I don't really like the "Marina's the antagonist/villain" theory. it just doesn't feel in character for her to do something like that on her own will. I'm down for puppet Marina, but I just don't think she'd cause this herself

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something that I've seen bounced around a lot is "you can play as either an Inkling or an Octoling!" using this as proof

my honest opinion? this is a reused text string for the Run Speed Up ability. I don't think we're playing as anyone other than Eight, who is canonically an Octoling

which sucks because I'd be down to play as Agent 4, but whatever, guess they don't get adventures anymore >:(

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we're gonna go back to Dedf1sh(or, Acht, I guess) for a second:

this line is weird

sucked into what? the simulation? how? why? did Eight and Pearl get "sucked in" too? or is she referring to the metro?

and how does she know so much about the tower? like the color chips and whatnot? have they been here a while?

SO MANY QUESTIONS AND SO FEW ANSWERS!!

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also, the color chip they hold out in that cutscene appears to say "AGNT" on it

it could also say "ACHT", but I don't see why

what does this mean? does it mean anything? who knows!?

wait I got another picture of it in Eight's hand:

it kinda looks like it says "AGNT 7" on it? I dunno maybe I'm just reading things I wanna see lol

it does more strongly resemble the Latin alphabet than the other scripts in this series though, so it's definitely worth pointing out imo

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gameplay opinions: looks fun!

folks are saying it looks like a rougelike, and even after looking it up multiple times I still have no idea what the fuck that means

skill tree thingy with the chips and stuff looks cool, hopefully it's implemented well, or at least not in a way that makes it more inconvenient to use it than go without

a bit of a bummer that it doesn't look like you can attack while flying around with Pearl though lmao. but I do like how she looks like she can use bombs(folks have pointed out a hyperbomb in one shot too :3c), and even (maybe, the shot's kinda weird) a singular killer wail speaker

also the design of the drone is fuckin' adorable

like lookit this thing

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aesthetic-wise, not bad, I like the muted, pale tone of everything

...except for Acht for some reason?

like, I love Dedf1sh, and am very excited for their inclusion, but also:

octo kinda sticks out like a sore thumb

maybe that's the point, maybe that's why she's helping us, to restore the colors to this simulation or whatever it is, hence the color chips and the soundboard looking thing....

hey wait a second am I onto something?

whatever, anyway, I like how it looks, and the small portions of soundtrack we've gotten so far sound great

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also, something pointed out in the comments on the trailer and I thought was morbidly interesting:

those appear to be meat grinders.....

uh, yeah

not sure what kind of substance is coming out of them, but uh, yeah those strongly resemble meat grinders

Eight's gonna die because they were unable to use any small kitchen appliance and starved lmfao

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alright, that's all I've got for now I think lol

I wouldn't be surprised if we got one more trailer in like January or something with the release date maybe a Splatoon direct? probably not

#if it doesn't release on march 8th i don't want it lmao #hrrgh i spent most of today writing this lol #whoopsie #i also need to figure out what this means for my own characters #i have an idea rn #but i'm gonna think on it a bit #i dunno i'm just rambling at this point #splatoon #splatoon 3 #agent 8 #splatoon side order #side order #dedf1sh #pearl houzuki #marina ida

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ash-rik · 2 months

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Saw this tag game, but I didn't want to bother anyone so it's tagless. Feel free to do this with your bg3 ocs and tag me or not 🙈

Name: Boon

Pronouns: He/They

Orientation: He's a transmasc enby who's demi and loves women. Sometimes attracted to men but rarely.

Nickname(s):

Wyll humors Boon when he asks to be his sidekick. They're currently workshopping his sidekick name to go with the Blade of Frontiers because Crossbows of the Outback isn't cutting it.

When Gale cooks, he tries to explain magic theory to Boon, but only some of it sticks. They refer to each other as master and apprentice for fun.

Karlach will sometimes call him a rascal and ruffle his hair (they sibling bonded on sight).

Shadowheart calls him the idiot bard or just an idiot when he does something really stupid, which is often enough that it could be considered a nickname (they're besties).

Boon's heart warms whenever Jaheira calls him cub.

He gets hit right in the kokoro when Lae'zel starts calling him “my joy”.

Star sign: I dunno much about star signs but from a quick search maybe Gemini???

Height: 5'11

Race: Tiefling

Romancing: Lae'zel. They're the classic tale of opposites attract. Boon was drawn to her confidence and honesty, even if it's of a rougher variety. She speaks plainly, which is refreshing for someone in his line of work (thief). Her kindness takes a warped form due to her upbringing, but it's there. He sees it and tries to draw it out. He's gonna serenade that heart of stone of hers.

Favorite fruit: Grapes. He loves the crunchy ones and enjoys piercing into them with his fangs

Favorite season: Spring when it's not too hot or cold and he gets to feel the sun on his skin. Boon loves his crop tops and will go out walking barefoot in the grass or on the beach.

Favorite flower: I'm thinking violets. His mother was a follower of Lliira who favored them. She'd have violets all around the house. Boon has fond memories of tending to them with her.

Favorite scent: The smell of fresh bread and pastries always gets his mouth watering. His parents didn't have a lot of money, but the bakery was one place where they'd let him indulge on occasion.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee and tea. Coffee with a bit of milk and sugar helps him sleep. With tea, he loves that there are so many kinds and likes to try out new blends from different places.

Average sleep hours: He'll sleep for as long as anyone will let him. So it's more dependent on what's currently going on in his life. Being a thief had him up at odd hours and made him a light sleeper.

Dogs or cats: Both. Every dog he sees, they're a puppy in his eyes. Young or old, big or small, he's happy to shower them in a ton of affection. And he'll spend forever finding the specific way a particular cat would like to be loved and do just that. But if he had to choose between dogs and cats, probably cats. He enjoys figuring them out and being chosen by them. Also, all the purring is very calming.

Dream trip: Boon hasn't been to any cities outside of Baldur's Gate. He'd find it fun to take a road trip to the major cities along the Sword Coast.

Amount of blankets: Whatever number keeps him snug as a bug in a rug. He enjoys the feeling of being tucked in. Doesn't need as many if he's got someone to cuddle with.

Random fact(s):

Class: Bard/Rogue

His tail is very flexible and is just as prone to theft as his hands.

He just broke out of prison after getting betrayed by his crew when the nautiloid snatched him up. The crew took him in when he was a kid after his parents were killed, but they didn't think twice to make him a scapegoat. And they didn't really treat him well, which is something he slowly starts to learn and unpack while being with the tadpole crew. Despite being a bunch of weirdos, the tadpole crew treat him far better.

He mistakenly thought Chicken was the name of the owlbear cub because that's what they called him back at the goblin camp. By the time Halsin tells him the truth, the owlbear already responds to the name. Just hoot hoots on over whenever he hears the word chicken. The little guy associates the word with getting loved on.

His dream guardian looked a lot like his mom, which is part of the reason he started munching on tadpoles. The main reason is because he felt incompetent compared to the tadpole crew. You've got a wizard prodigy, a hero of the Sword Coast, a githyanki warrior trained from birth, a vampire spawn, an archdevil's champion, and a Sharran spy/warrior. Then there's him, just some guy with a lute and sticky fingers. He wanted to keep up with the others, be useful to them, and not drag anyone down.

Sometimes when he tries to get out of doing something he doesn't want to do, he refers to himself as “just a little guy”, inferring that he's not up to the task. This ploy works 0.5 percent of the time.

His parents named him Boon because he's a little boon to their lives given to them by the gods when they asked for a child.

#bg3 tav #oc boon #tav #this was fun to do and i always end up learning more about my ocs when i do these

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hamletunfortunately · 2 months

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incessant ramblings

i wish i were able to glaze my pottery (sigh)

also i was thinking of making a tag for things i really really want called "things I'd steal if i could teleport" and its just for reblogs, because if i was posting it i probably already have it

and now that i do pottery now, i can probably tag other pieces of pottery as "inspo" or "for reference" i forgot which one i use. i already saw this really pretty pink cup! i want to make it too, now that i know how to make mugs!

its really easy, just take a slab of clay and roll it out like so, making it a long rectangle...and then you can like use the circle you make after putting the rectangle together as a base for the actual end of the mug! and then the handle yadda yadda.. BUT DONT FORGET TO SCORE AND SLIP!!! you just mess up the part where you're gonna attach the pieces and add some water, it'll be like a glue or smn i dunno, i just know it works!

sorry for rambling, i really hope i can actually make something with the glaze..like a tftsd mug or..maybe one of my favorite character.........thespian....

i also changed my wallpaper! to that sliqutril art (specifically spec, i loved him, the arts super amazing i hope i see them post some more, luckily i followed them on my main blog(and then they followed me.back!!!!) so I'll hopefully be seeing when they do) i was screaming about before? its really cute, uhm, don't tell anyone though its kind of embarrassing. it replaced my previous wallpaper which was there for a looong time.

i have these little paintings i made? i should stop hanging them up with tape, they always fall eventually! i would use tacks but agggh i don't want to ruin them! they're too prettyyyy!!!

speaking of pretty, spring is late. all the plants are dead and its making me...sad? i have a hobby of flower and plant pressing, because its sooo beautiful, its the one thing i look forward to other than my birthday and also christmas, because im still at the age where i get good presents. but back to plants, im always excited to see all the beautiful plants, but it's been so. long. and im not giving up hope but im getting tired. but its okay because i have my dictionaries to keep me company! and that's so amazing! because some have flowers and plants for previous years, and if i dont have the plants now, I have them somewhere, and im happy i can have a small ray of sunshine in this cold year..really, its chilly!

sorry, that was just my day i guess.

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pleb-the-original · 8 months

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Day 30: Create Your Own Cryptid

(so, this one I knew right from the start who would star. I've had an idea for a long time now about this little cryptid named bloodlust who actually went onto forums discussing him and using their belief to game the system and grant him new abilities. this is the moment where he finally lets them in on his little secret) lookout> anyone gotten anything recently? I’ve heard he’s been in the west coast area tracker> you talking about the new sequoia footage? lookout> yep. tracker> nothing yet on my end User San has joined! lookout> oh hey. newbie. San> Hello. A friend told me you guys specialized in cryptids? lookout> just the one. we ain’t exactly bigfoot hunters here. tracker> remember that one guy who tried to send in that photoshop of bloodlust with bigfoot? lookout> oh yeah that guy. literally made an account just to show off his art and claimed it was real. San> What happened to him? lookout> ban. San> Yikes. Anyways, what did you guys call him? lookout> bloodlust. tracker> yeah it sounds stupid, but that’s what he wants to call himself San> And you guys are okay with that name? lookout> sure. better than being called the Holloway monster or something like that. San> I guess that makes sense. Anyways, I came here because I was told that you guys could help out with identifying this thing I saw? tracker> better not be another photoshop. San> Don’t worry, it's some footage from my doorbell cam. San> september21.mp4 lookout> well, that’s tracker> he cleared out a whole raccoon den? San> The weird thing however is that when I went out to check when I woke up, the bodies were gone. There were traces of blood everywhere but it was just scraps. lookout> man tracker> good footage. clear angles and everything San> Thank you. lookout> it’ll take a bit to be verified. but I think this is front page material. tracker> better than the sequoia footage. San> Really?

lookout> yeah. almost made us think it was an actual amateur sighting San> What does that mean? tracker> wait, you really think? lookout> yep. I mean come on, this footage is perfect, too perfect. its at a perfect angle with every body in frame and of course the main attraction himself placed dead set in the middle. San> What are you getting at here? lookout> i’ve been modding this place for a long time. do you know how often we seem to get new members popping in and out of the forums leaving behind tiny pieces of evidence? tracker> oh great, he’s going off about his theory again San> Theory? tracker> his stupid idea that every new person that joins the forum is actually bloodlust himself in disguise using stolen phones. conspiracy much? besides, he’s a cryptid. i get that they’re smarter than normal animals but not that smart. lookout> But it just doesn’t make sense! tracker> give it up already. you’re gonna scare the newbie away. lookout> his name is literally San. as in SANGUINE tracker> touch grass. that isn’t even a real word tracker> look kid, I don’t know what he’s on about but trust me. everyone else isn’t like that San> Well that’s a shame. tracker> what? why San> he’s been the only one out of all of you to actually figure me out tracker> no lookout> wait, is that actually San> He even got the name reference right. I thought after finding that word that using it would be too obvious. But this has been a fun game nevertheless. lookout> HOLY SHIT tracker> no, it’s gotta be a bit. it has too San> Are you sure? lookout> Ok ok, if that is really you, then find me. I’ll send you my address in dms rq. tracker> dude, this is how you get scammed. San> Alright. tracker> come on guys, this is insane tracker> guys tracker> well don’t say I didn’t warn you lookout> he’s outside. tracker> what lookout> he is waving from outside my backyard tracker> no, you live in the midwest, he couldn’t have lookout> I dunno man, heard he has connection with demons tracker> ok, then send some real proof lookout> 478669856875.png tracker> did tracker> did you just take a selfie with the cryptid we’ve been tracking lookout> I have a name you know. tracker> bloodlust? lookout> In the scales. Glad to finally be able to meet one of my fans in real life. I’ve been following this place for a long time. Now that someone has finally pulled the curtain out, how about I do you all a favor. Lookout here will set up a Q&A for me later. A grand prize. tracker> wow. lookout> And honestly tracker, I’ve gotta thank you personally. It was your deductive skills that granted me my wings. tracker> wait, how? lookout> Save it for later. It’s a good story. Now then, lookout here says he’s got a spare cat bed I could use. I bid you all adieu until tomorrow. User lookout has logged off

#writing #creative writing #prompt list #writeblr #cryptidinjuly #cryptidinjuly2023 #fantasy #cryptid #create your own cryptid #bloodlust #the character #not the word #before you ask #he heard it during a news report and thought it sounded like a good name #forum #unreality #the page break is so this hopefully actually posts #I think last time I was breaking the tumblr character limit #oops

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thatbookworm08 · 2 years

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Over the Bridge Part 5 (Race Higgins x reader)

a/n: Here's part five! Thanks for reading!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Spot’s heart broke a little that night, though he never told anyone. He was happy for you, sure, but he had always thought it’d be just you and him forever…like it always had been. It’s not like you knew you had just rejected him, he never told you anything. He knew Race liked you—he saw the way he looked at you when he visited Brooklyn for the first time. You didn’t want to be anything more than his best friend and Spot was forced to be okay with that because he loved having you around. If Race made you happy, then he was happy too.

Back at the lodge, Race lay on his bunk relaying his whole day to Albert, who listened intently. “She likes you, pal, ain’t no denyin’ it!” Albert said excitedly.

“I’m gonna ask ‘er!” Race decided, “Ise gotta know!”

Albert peered out the window and said “Well now’s yer chance! Here she comes!”

You entered the room and Race quickly sat up—smacking his forehead on the top bunk. “Hi,” he said, rubbing his head.

“Hi,” you giggled. You giggled? You never giggled! What was this boy doing to you? “Youse okay?” you asked, referring to the red mark forming on his face.

“I thinks it'll feel bettah if ya kissed it,” Race said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased, blushing furiously.

“This is gross,” said Albert, getting up and leaving the room. “I’m out!”

“Join me on da roof?” asked Race, opening the window.

“Okay,” you agreed, following him out. “

We made it in time for the sunset!” You said happily, “it’s beautiful!”

“So are you…” he said quietly.

“Huh?”

The setting sun reflected off your hair perfectly. Race was enraptured at how beautiful you were.

“Ace, what are we?”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno…maybe I just thought…” Race’s voice trailed off.

“You can tell me,” you said, putting your hand over his.

“You do that!” Race said, referring to your hand on his, “You-you hold my hand and ya always make sure I’m okay and—maybe I thought maybe you…felt it too?”

You sat in silence for a moment, taking in his words.

“What Ise is tryin’ ta say is dat Ise like youse.” he finished.

“You…like me?” you breathed.

“Since we’ve met,”

You just grinned. You couldn’t stop smiling at Race. You had no words.

“Is dat a good smile?” he asked.

“I like youse too, Race!” you said.

Race smiled ear to ear. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,”

Race leaned forward and you met him halfway, closing the gap.

Race was overjoyed. You liked him back! He owed Albert some money now but he didn’t care. You were here and you were his.

In the span of a few days, Race and Spot became more acquainted and it made you happy. Spot was the closest thing you had to a family and if he liked Race, that meant the world to you.

It was near the crack of dawn when Race ducked out the front door. He needed to be up and out before the rest of the Newsies—including you. He only told Albert where he was going in case something happened.

Where was he going?

The Bowery Theater.

Race knocked loudly on the door.

“Who in the—” Miss Medda Larkin opened the front door and looked quite shocked to see him at six in the morning. “Racetrack! What’er you doin’ here, sweetheart?”

“Sorry to wake youse Miss Medda,” Race apologized, “I just need ta talk ta youse before da otha Newsies wake up.”

“Nonsense honey! Come on in!” Medda opened the door wider to let Race pass. She motioned to a cushy chair and told him to sit. She sat opposite to him and said “Now, tell Medda whatcha need,”

Race shifted in his seat. “Um…wells…youse is performin’ ta-night right?”

“I am,”

“Wells…” he trailed off.

“Do you wanna see the show tonight?” she asked.

Race nodded vigorously.

“Is there a specific reason you wanna see the show tonight?”

Race blushed. “Um…”

“Now, do you need one or two seats?” she smirked.

“T-two…”

Medda gave a motherly, knowing smile. “The Brooklyn girl I assume?”

Race had never been more embarrassed in his life. Was he that obvious?

“Aw, Racer!” Medda squealed, squishing him in a hug, “Youse got a girlfriend!”

“Ise just wanna impress her…” he mumbled.

“Aw!!!” Race had never seen Medda so excited. “Don’t you worry honey, Medda’s gonna take care o’ everything for ya.”

“Thank youse!” Race said happily, getting up to leave.

“Oh, where’re you goin’?” Medda said, stopping Race in his tracks, “I wanna hear more about your girl!!”

Race laughed, still blushing, and said “okay!”

#racetrack higgins #race higgins #racetrack newsies #newsies #spot conlon #newsies fanfiction #newsies fandom #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #racetrack higgins/reader #race x reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #fem reader #jack kelly #92sies #albert dasilva

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raveneira · 2 years

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Just wanna put this out there for those who keep tryna twist it...

Warning: Anti BoruSara post, dont like dont read. Spoilers for the new episode tonight too so if you dont want to get spoiled then keep scrolling, again you’ve been warned.

But BoruSara has been famzoned since the very beginning before they even graduated, yall just tried your hardest to ignore it, but if these subs are accurate then theres no more denying it at this point.

Update: the subs are accurate, but instead of the broad term ‘family’ she specifically says hes like a brother to her, if that isnt a red flag I dunno what is. If you dont know how, just look at what happened with Naruto saying Sasuke was like a brother, Iruka was like a father, and Sakura saying Naruto was like more than family, none of their feelings changed to anything more than that. If you think this is coincidental and somehow gonna be the ONE case in Narutoverse where familial love turns romantic then your just setting yourself up for disappointment because dialogue THIS specific and THIS sincere doesnt happen for no reason.

Sarada sees Boruto as family, period, its time to stop the ‘Sarada is confirmed to love Boruto’ narrative now. This isnt something new thats only being brought up now, this has been implied since before they even graduated from the academy.

When Sarada is speaking about Boruto being stupid, Sakura, her mother who knows her better than anyone, compares her attitude towards Boruto to that of hers towards Naruto when they were young, she then explains how despite being at odds during their academy days, that once they became teammates they became more than family. That foreshadowed what their relationship was going to be right there but yall ignored it.

What Naruto told her in Gaiden has come full circle now, before Sarada only considered family as being those who are blood related to you which isnt true, Naruto taught her that blood ties dont matter and that its about how you FEEL for the person, she repeats that same lesson to Boruto when they were fighting one day.

Narutos words stuck with Sarada ever since then, and now shes confirming with her own mouth how she feels about Boruto and what he is to her, family.

Lastly these childhood photographs right here should’ve been a huge red flag that this was what their relationship was, like they have known eachother literally since they were in diapers and clearly were raised together practically like a family due to their parents being friends. Hell its for that very reason they denied even being close, because they didnt want to be considered ‘friends’ just because their parents were, despite that tho the two clearly had a close knit family bond similar to Inoshikacho who were literally raised the exact same way who ALSO view eachother as family for the same reason.

I know once the official subs are out theres gonna be a ton of discourse and translation hell because ppl arent gonna wanna accept this, especially those who falsely claimed that chapter 69 was confirmation that she liked him but the truth has been staring yall in the face for a long long time now and yall just havent been payin attention. I dont care how Sarada ‘looked’ at him or ‘blushed’ at him or ‘cared’ for him, all of that Sakura did the exact same things for Naruto and as we’ve already established, they were family.

Some ppl claim Sasuke called Sakura his family too which 1 thats his wife and mother of his child of course shes his family and 2 if referring to that see his family in team 7 comment then thats taken totally out of context. One comment about him seeing the shadow of his family in team 7 doesnt negate all the 700 chapters showing their relationship as being explicitly romantic. Sakura never saw Sasuke as a brother nor did Sasuke see Sakura as a sister, neither of them called eachother family either, compare that to Naruto and Sasuke CONSTANTLY calling eachother and being compared to brothers, it really doesnt take rocket science to see which relationship was familial and which was romantic, they are not the same.

Some ppl also compared it to Eremika but again, they never viewed eachother as family, it was made explicitly clear that the bond between them was NOT familial, even with the off handed comments here and there claiming them as such it was always made clear that Mikasa had romantic feelings for Eren and eventually that Eren reciprocated those feelings. There was nothing vague about it, you knew what it was.

Boruto and Sarada are not the same, their relationship has been made explicitly platonic/familial since the beginning to now, could that change? sure, but as of RIGHT NOW the Sarada has always loved Boruto narrative is DEAD, so is Sarada’s feelings were confirmed in chapter 69, both those false narratives are DEAD now.

#boruto #boruto anime #boruto next generations #anti-bsa

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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[07 Uncle Raph and Ariel]

"Uncle Raph?" Ariel speaks up, eyes wide and curious, "Can you keep a secret?"

She's sure he can, she trusts her Uncle Raphael with everything. Ariel knows he'll keep his beak shut about this,

"Well, I went out and explored the tunnels today," She says with a smile, knowing she shouldn't be doing so alone, "One led me outside, and there was this guy there in this really long black coat watching the ocean - a-and he saw me," Ariel admits, "But he wasn't scared, he said he knew me and that his name was Bishop and I'm his Granddaughter."

Oh no,

"I don't think that's true but, he said he took your eye and that you know him," She smiles, tilts her head, too young to truly understand the danger she had been in, "Do you know him?"

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Raph had a odd little habit of his it came in handy when they were all tots themselves but also far more so when they started leaving the lair and grew older. Donatello may seem like he was a well behaved child but he liked to bite, he loved to argue and be right, and he loved to explore. Which seemed to have pass on to a little big eyed smiley little girl. With hair as green as the seaweed under the ocean that she just was drawn out to at nearly any given chance they had. Much like how Raph could always find his way to his twin though seemed he could do the same with his niece. Arms crossed over his plastron as he smiled to her once she caught sight of him. it seemed pretty obvious to Raph she hadn't been around the lair. Like some had thought to be the case. Clearly she was trying to sneak her way back inside unnoticed. Hoping to have been unnoticed at least. Raph was gonna love telling Leo he was doing an awful job with his training later. Then again Raph used to sneak in and out himself so he might just be good at telling, nah Leo sucked and he was gonna rub it in his face.

"here ya are guppy." Raph just states as he smirks to her "wondered why there seemed to be a missin' trouble marker at the lair." Raph states as he makes his way to meet up with here now. She might not get he was referring to her dad being one as well with that comment though. "You didn' run into anyone again dija?" Tone growing serious now as he paid a moment to look her over. If any humans tried to hurt here again he swore he would-

"Uncle Raph?"

He stops and simply gives a nod of his head watching how her eyes somehow found a way to grow even larger. Brimming with questions it seemed? well guess that should be a good sign or she be upset again right?

"Can you keep a secret?"

He hums a moment as if hes thinking it over, of course he would keep her secret. Messing with her was just fun is all. "I dunno sound s'ike a tall order guppy but I guess since we're family an' all I can make an exception. Alright what dija get up to now?"

"Well, I went out and explored the tunnels today,"

Yeah, that bit seemed pretty obvious to him.

"One led me outside, and there was this guy there in this really long black coat watching the ocean - a-and he saw me,"

Ariel admitted and Raph froze a bit "What?" he didn't raise his voice of course he had promised to keep her secret and drawing attention their way would mean ears would start tuning into what they were talking about. And look she was fine so clearly nothing happened. So he thought. The detail that this guy was dressed in long black coat though? got to him even more. Part of him knew where this was going, another decided to let denial run his mind for now instead.

"But he wasn't scared, he said he knew me and that his name was Bishop and I'm his Granddaughter."

Fuck.

"I don't think that's true but, he said he took your eye and that you know him,"

Suddenly, Raphs whole mood dropped at the mere mention of Bishop. Worse at the mention of what happened between them, lifting a hand up to the right side of his face. It took a long time to get used to it, relaying on the one eye. Everyone eventually stopped treating Raph as helpless since he focused himself to adapt. In part he had seemed to get better with his sense's since he only had one eye to relay on. Sometimes he joked he could go fully with out either and still kick ass. A way to say he was fine so no one would fucking hover over him anymore. Tried of the idea of needing an 'issue' of his 'fixed'. With the help of an implant or something else, he always blew it off. It was easier that way let it roll off his shell.

Other times? it was like he was stuck there again. Sometimes his mind made him think Yvoone helping him out was something he made up only to wake from a drug en dosed rest.

"Do you know him?"

"what?" He zoned out a moment there looking to her smiling as she simply tilted her head to the side. Right. he chewed over a moment as he rubbed his fingers just over the missing eye. "...yeah I know him all right." Raphael slightly growled when he answered. Raph got mad often in truth Raph was more mad than anything else. From the small minor inconveniences of life to the big stuff. He felt it deeply and anger was how he reacted. But hating something? was far less common for him than one may think. But he knew one thing for sure he hated Bishop. Smiling over him, didn't matter how many drugs they pumped into him that day. Raph was able to tell what had happened to him. The pleasure Bishop got out of it. How it felt to get his eye prayed right out of his head. "An' if I ever see him I'll return the damn favor." Raph grunted a little looking to Ariel a moment. One would think seeing her or even her mother would pay as a reminder. Nah he wasn't that bad. It wasn't their fault for what happened.

It was Bishops and Raphael's.

Flexing the fingers of his free hand a moment a few times as he started taking in where he was slowly. Feeling cold stone under his feet, the smell of Splinters tea was heavy. Must be brewing up tea right now. Ears trained to the sound of soft muffled voices just a ways from them. He wasn't able to fully make out who was talking in the moment, but it was enough. Letting his eye close a moment before dropping his hand back to his side. "Ariel stay away from that guy." The fact he had been anywhere near his niece was bad enough. Turning away from her now "i wont tell you saw him 'em." he had promised after all "but if ya wanna know an' thing 'bout him? ask someone else." He says it firmly. If Raph can keep that guy out of his life he will. Sure run ins were gonna happen didn't mean Raph would seeked to make due on his 'paying back the favor' comment form before.

Lifting his hand up into the hold of his left as he started to rub at his wrists. Handing how it started to shake at the vague memories coming to mind right now. Not here. Not now. Is all he tells himself internally. Starving off the panic that wanted out of him right now. He'll sneak out later tonight that'll help. "Come on Guppy i'm sure someone else will notice eventually that ya took off again." But this was all she would get from Raphael, he was shutting down any more chance for talk about the man she met and saw. She could talk to her parents he figures well seeming to forget who her parents were at the same time.

"Summer wants to see if ya folks will let ya spend the weekend with us by the way" Shifting his focus to his kid did help as he could feel some ease. Thinking about her pleading as if they ever say no, but still was kind of funny. "Wanna see if they can part with ya for a few days?" he offers finding that more soft guff he normally spoke with now.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ it's okay to feel sad it's okay to cry aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions #stay queued

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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

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yaemona · 2 years

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modern ! hu tao headcanons

contents both sft and nsft, hu tao x reader, gamer ! hu tao, yanfei and her are flatmates, established relationship, mentions of face sitting / cunnilingus; scissoring, mentions of the use of toys, use of strap ( referred to as ‘cock’ ), overstimulation

a.n thought about hu tao being a reyna main once and it’s been in my head ever since. i very much enjoyed writing these, hu tao's bubbly and eccentric personality is really fun to write

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

*･῾ ᵎ sft

i’m getting this out of the way: she studies mortuary science

hu tao’s family has owned a funeral parlor for ages, it’s pretty much a given she intends on taking over someday

for now she’s just finishing up the schooling and helps out at the reception desk

and when she’s not doing either . . .

gamer ! hu tao.

her setup is black and red

her entire room actually is just very seamless, she has quite the eye for design and aesthetics of things

posters covering the walls

i think she’d enjoy vkei bands ??? dunno just feels right ya know?

she’s also strung up some dried out roses with some twine

i firmly believe she only uses dim lighting, so like anyone but her trying to navigate her room finds it to be a nightmare

flatmate is yanfei, and they get along

they play val together sometimes

this is so random but i feel like she made yanfei watch death note with her once, she liked it

runs the discord server all the friends she plays games with uses

runs like a dream, top tier organization everything has its place, looks real pretty

basically if it’s not broken don’t fix it. she runs a hell of a good server, so may as well put it to use

before we get to the main event cough cough valorant

she’s played the fnaf games. first one came out when she was young, so let’s just say they were part of her formative years

probably enjoys them for the nostalgia more than anything

but her real bread and butter? rpg maker horror games

ib, misao, mad father, blank dream, corpse party

you name it, she’s played it

never mind this is the main event now.

more often times than not rpg maker horror games are unsettling which i think is more up her alley than cheap jumpscares

don’t get me wrong she’s played her fair share of outlast and—yanfei be her witness—they were shrieking in fear

well hu tao was also cracking jokes so maybe a bit in amusement

stuff like fatal frame too i think

but rpg maker horror >>>

hu tao mains reyna. insta-locks every single time and everything

if someone complains and she’s feeling particularly spiteful

she’ll play sage, sure

and she’ll top frag. probably avoid healing reyna. giggling like crazy when they’re getting pissed at her for doing so

she knows how to trash talk in a way that’s highly specific and leaves people fumbling or just saying “fuck you!” because there’s no other way to respond

voice as sweet as candy too

HAS scammed men on discord.

yanfei advised her heavily against it at first then she actually saw messages from this one sleazebag and her stance immediately changed to “if you ever need a lawyer, just holler”

now how did you meet your ever so lovely girlfriend? you’re actually yanfei’s friend !

you two go to the same college, and she invited you over one time

hu tao was in the kitchen making tea when you two arrived back

tea be damned

“yanfei! who’s your friend?~”

she’s already quite excitable and bubbly, so seeing you was just the icing on the cake and yanfei knew immediately

silently hoping she doesn’t use a pickup line that includes something about putting you in a coffin

so you introduce yourself, and “you must be hu tao! yanfei’s told me a lot of stories about you.”

you smile at her and she dramatically clutches her chest, pretending to fumble backwards like you’ve shot cupid’s arrow straight into her heart

your giggles are music to her ears

she is quite the eccentric one, but you loved her from the moment you saw her

so i suppose the feeling was mutual

immediate “yeah, i’m gonna make them fall in love with me if it’s the last thing i do” moment for both parties

yanfei did drag you along to her room where you did some homework, but you eventually got bored of that and told her you were gonna stretch your legs

yanfei’s door opens. frantic pattering of footsteps from the room across the hall. hu tao’s door opens.

she leaned up against the doorframe so casually as if she didn’t just sprint to the door

yanfei gave up. her flatmate just stole you and she knows she’s going to be doing homework alone now.

in truth though when she heard you and hu tao laughing up a storm, she felt quite pleased

to this day she takes credit

“i set you two up so you have to be nice to me” when you two are being particularly rambunctious

you’d expect the law student to have a better argument it’s a last resort okay, you lot are quite the handful sometimes

the three of you often have movie nights

which yeah maybe has included you and hu tao throwing pieces of popcorn at each other and yanfei grumbling about how you two better clean it up

when yanfei does finally turn in for the night you always try to be considerate

yanfei just doesn’t want to wake up to a noise complaint from the neighbors. that’s all she asks

if you two are being rather boisterous she’ll just put in some earphones or earplugs to drown it out, it’s rare for her to ask you to quiet down

especially because you two will be laughing or talking loudly before she hears you go “shhhh!”

which only seems to cause more giggling, but you’re trying your best

they live in a fairly central area, so there’s a bit of nightlife

it’s not uncommon for you two to go out on walks at night

convenience store runs mostly

or, if she is feeling like driving, you’ll drive around and always end up in this one specific parking lot

it’s a church parking lot up on a hill, always empty in the dead of night

you saw a shooting once, the two of you yelled excitedly and clung to one another before closing your eyes and making wishes

“so y/n, what’d you wish for?~”

“not telling!”

cue whining, which only earns laughter and not a response

if you asked her, she would’ve told you her wish

but maybe that’s because she always tells you anyway

how she wishes to spend all of this life with you, and whatever comes after as well

*･῾ ᵎ nsft

sugar spice and everything nice with this one

i feel like she play wrestles a lot with you like when you’re just chilling in her room or at home

and it almost always turns into something else

quite literally best described by the flick of a switch or a lightbulb turning on

youre fumbling around and your hand brushes over or you just completely miss her arm and full on grab her tit?

she has you pinned beneath her in an instant and you’re still giggling about it

but the giggle is abruptly cut off by a gasp as she begins rubbing you through the fabric of whatever bottoms you’re wearing

omg y’all absolutely have matching lingerie sets !!!

red / black and lacey

she really does adore the color red on you

she owns like a shit load of toys. okay maybe shit load is an exaggeration, but like a considerable amount

most of which bought with you in mind

i just feel like she has an insane amount of stamina and even if you’re both overstimulated once she gets started there’s hardly an end in sight

enjoys scissoring with a vibrator pressed to both of your clits

seriously can cum like that over and over, your juices mixing with hers and her thighs barely holding her up after a certain point

sex with her is probably playful and full of giggles

however. do not be fooled.

she can and will ruin you

has absolutely made you cockwarm her while she plays games

you’re not allowed to move or cum

just sit nice and pretty on her cock <33

claims it’s for good luck or something

if you’re good and she’s feeling particularly nice after winning a few rounds she’ll let you ride her and maybe you can cum

but you’re not getting up after you’re gonna stay on her lap til she’s through with you

she really does just like having you so close to her, your body up against hers as you try not to squirm

she only has her headset over one ear so she can hear all your pretty whimpers

she’s good at ignoring you, and she can do it if you’re being particularly troublesome

but she also tends to cave pretty easily swallowed up by desire herself

she’ll have you cum on her strap at least twice before she instructs you to get on the bed and proceeds to sit on your face

she gets so lost and drunk on the feeling of your mouth on her pussy </33 it just feels so good

not that you’re complaining because her little squeals and moans are heavenly

aftercare consists of bubble baths and cuddling

she likes it when you wash her hair

you’re both pretty much guaranteed to always be sore after your antics

the first time you spent the night and hu tao was covered in hickeys when you both walked out the next morning yanfei was in fact sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a look of utter disdain on her face

to be fair she wasn’t supposed to be home !!!

“i regret ever introducing you two.”

you felt mortified and started frantically apologizing

hu tao had a slight redness to her cheeks, but was giggling up a storm nonetheless

#hu tao x reader #hu tao headcanons #hu tao smut #genshin headcanons #genshin smut #hu tao imagines #hu tao x you #genshin imagines #genshin hu tao

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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avephelis · 3 years

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so... that halloween stream sure was... something. arginnit? argbur?? i am losing my mind.

figured i'd ramble about what i noticed, because god knows this won't be leaving my brain for a good while.

ARGINNIT THEORY TIME

(EDIT 8/11/2021: Yea now Wilbur has confirmed it wasn't an ARG but I'm still keeping this up. Just think about it as speculation or a cool au. I think regardless of whether it was an ARG or a bit the art and theories and conversation about it were really cool and fun!)

"Tommy quotes are in quotations" "Wilbur quotes are bold" "Everyone else is italic"

chellepop's transcript of the Wilbur call from twitter (godsend)

This is in reference to Tubbo's "HALLOWEEN STREAM w/ Tommy Ranboo Aimsey Badlinu & Billzo" [YOUTUBE and TWITCH vod links]

Theories below cut!

Tommy is acting... off, even during the apple bobbing. On his second attempt for a minute it seems like he's trying to drown himself, and even for Tommy the level of his struggle seemed a little ridiculous

Theres a couple of comments about the cold (a la argbur), but i dunno how much that counts considering it's autumn over there and water generally does that to you. though, it is notable considering Tommy continues to keep piling on more warm layers, even when inside...

Tommy says he's had a "premonition", and Ranboo asks if they're going to die. It was definitely in reference to the apple bobbing vote, and probably a bit, but still notable

This interaction; "How was it drowning?" "Well it was uh- You know, I'll- I'll- I'll- I'll- ahh- I'll um be honest-" "I think you should've stayed for longer" "I saw-" [interjection] "I- I saw- I kinda saw my life flash before my eyes, I thought about all my memories, and then I thought, 'I haven't done enough, this sucks!' uhh- and then i got transcended back to the real world" - (again, probably a bit, but notable)

Throughout the stream, it's questioned as to why Tommy is even there. It's difficult to tell whether that's just teasing, or another indicator.

And then. ah yes. Wilbah phone call. Very spooky very cool (Tommy's acting is so enjoyable to watch). Just a couple notes because no way in hell am I breaking all of that down.

Wilbur sounds.... definitely off. Almost like an announcer/stereotypical horror movie antagonist (considering his history of using different voices and tones for different characters, this seems another indicator of an ARG)

Even considering the fact that Tommy is acting off, his single-minded focus on getting Wilbur to the camera/microphone is strange, but he seems almost skittish about the others being involved in the conversation

There are several references from Tommy about being forced to "do weird shit", "saying things [he doesn't] wanna say". Does this imply coercion? Possession?

Tommy and Wilbur's focus on "beating the hell out of Williams" was maybe a little bit suspicious... (y'know, with Will/Wilbur being derivative of William and all, especially given Billzo's frequent denial of of the name)

What the fuck is this Lamborghini shit

Obviously theres the part where Wilbur seems to be instructing Tommy to fight/harm/possibly kill one of his friends, sizing them up, trying to determine what weapons Tommy has experience with.

"The knives are out right now" "A knife's not gonna tear into it" "a knife's not gonna penetrate anyone" Probably talking about a human body, possibly talking about something... else (if this is going to involve spooky stuff like possession n shit, it could involve the paranormal)

"Can they get out, by the way, can they-" "No, no, they can't." "Okay, good, good" is... yeah. It's also interesting when considering that Tommy later seems to panic at the suggestion of being let back in/having doors unlocked when he's outside

Tommy seems very willing to put himself in harm's way, especially at Wilbur's suggestion (the drowning, threats of fighting, collapsing as soon as Wilbur says "Collapse down there.", etc.)

"The collapse went-" "It looks like it's on your friend, Will" "I can't anyway, I'm pinned down from the fall" ....???

Why did Wilbur want Tommy to unplug things/switch them off so badly? What happened during the blackout?

Why aren't you having a good Halloween Wimbly Scoot? What's going on? Huh?

And then there's the whole part where Tommy goes outside.

The first time, when he's outside the window, apart from being... generally weird, the whole breathing bit seems very off. Not sure whether there's something to decode there or just Tommy Shenanigans

When Tommy goes out a second time, there's a whole struggle with doors being locked and keys and whatnot

When Tubbo suggests to let Tommy in, he starts panicking immediately, yelling out protests, aggressively finger-pointing and banging on the window, running his hands through his hair, etc. Is it because he wants to keep them in, or keep something else out?

Tommy then disappears for about 6 minutes, in which Aimsey can't find him, before returning, covered in mud and leaves, and acting dissociated, disturbed, and near-catatonic.

I've seen loads of people saying the mud is possibly from digging a grave (which does seem like a likely scenario), but it is curious that Tommy has leaves in his hair, and looks otherwise dishevelled. Could this be a sign of a struggle? A scuffle? Can't be sure.

And a last couple of notes

I've seen several people talking about a point at which Tommy's blinks create the Morse Code for "stop", but I'm not sure which point it is, and am not familiar enough with morse to check it, unfortunately

The theory of Tommy/arginnit being controlled or possessed by Wilbur/argbur seems likely. Obviously, Tommy is acting off, Wilbur is commanding him, etc, but also in the sense that Tommy seems to be attempting to fight back, somehow? Between letting everyone hear the call, the "stop" blinking, and his panic at being let inside, at least. Perhaps the leaves and dirt, attempted drowning, and so on, weren't just instructions from Wilbur, but perhaps some rather violent/extreme attempts to stop himself/whoever it is from hurting everyone else...

If Tommy's resisting Wilbur somehow, it could also explain why Wilbur's Halloween don't seem to be going so great.

obviously this is all speculation, i don't claim to own anything lol, and it's too early to know anything for sure. but goddamn.

all tommyinnit and wilbur soot know is make personas, traumatise teenagers, eat hot chip and lie 😔

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Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

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Summary: Andy has a new job and needs you to save him from forced camaraderie.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, Neal Logiudice (cuz fuck this guy), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!

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It had been a slow night at the bar, so your staff practically insisted on sending you home early, Jesse shoving out the door as you protested feebly.

“Take a night off, boss.” He grumbled amicably as he ushered you towards your car, handing you your coat and bag as a light snow started to fall. “Maybe go snuggle with that boyfriend of yours that’s always hanging around. Where is he tonight anyway?”

“There was a new faculty mixer.” You said with an eye roll. “You’re sure you’ll be fine, Jess?”

“We’re always fine.” He said dismissively with a wave of his hand as you climbed into your vehicle.

You texted Andy as you started your car to see where he was and he practically begged you to come meet him at the party, whining about how sinfully boring law professors were. You got the address from him and headed out, arriving in the posh Newton neighborhood in a little under 30 minutes.

There were a few partygoers hanging around outside, and you cursed to yourself when you saw them wearing cocktail attire. Leave it to Andy to forget to mention a dress code. Thank god your dry cleaning was in the back.

You tried to find something relatively conservative and settled on a simple satin sheath that was probably a little shorter than was appropriate but it’s not like you had a lot of options. You started to awkwardly disrobe in your front seat, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling your sweater over your head. A surprising knock on the window made you yelp while you were bent over the console with the back of your dress unzipped to grab your emergency heels.

“Ma’am, we’ve gotten some reports of an extremely attractive woman getting naked in a 2003 Acura, any chance that’s you.” A gravelly voice said behind a blinding flashlight.

You growled and opened your driver’s side door into Andy, almost making him drop his phone in the street. He let out a chuckle at your scowl as you stepped out of the car and straightened up, starting to pull the zipper of your dress up your back.

“I would’ve changed at the bar if you let me know this was a cocktail party asshole.” You snarled at him, turning to let him help you draw the zipper up the last few inches.

“Or, you would’ve gone back to your apartment to try to find something else to wear, and I would’ve been stuck listening to professor McDrones-A-lot talk about torts for god knows how long.”

“Aww, are your new coworkers boring, babe?” You teased him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you inside.

“God, they’re so fucking boring.” He murmured into your hair before turning to introduce you to some ancient man with elbow patches. “Professor Donaldson, this is Y/N.” He said, throwing you a wink. “She was just telling me how interested she is in tort reform.”

“Splendid! Are you a lawyer my dear?”

You shook your head and did your best to listen politely as you glared at Andy over the old man’s shoulder. He gave you a stupid grin before heading to the bar to grab the two of you some drinks.

“What the fuck are you doing here, sweetheart?”

You cursed under your breath and turned to glare at Neal Logiudice, the absolute last person you wanted to see.

“Hello Neal.” You grumbled.

“Get out of here, Wally.” He said, dismissing the professor he had very rudely interrupted. “Go find some other asshole to bother.”

The old man just huffed and gave you a sympathetic pat on the arm as he hobbled away.

“That was rude.” You said, your eyes roaming the room in search of Andy. You didn’t feel like dealing with Neal’s bullshit tonight. “Why are you here Neal? I thought this was a faculty only event.”

“Alumni are invited too. And you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” He growled, stepping closer and invading your bubble. “Cuz you’re definitely not alumni or faculty. You work your way through all the lawyer dick at your bar and come looking for more?”

“Lovely.” You said dryly, frowning at the smell of whiskey that enveloped the man. “You’re drunk.”

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and turned your head just enough to see Andy scowling behnd you. He slotted himself beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a protective embrace as he and Neal stared each other down.

“Logiudice.” He said menacingly, and you rolled your eyes as the levels of testosterone in the room shot up suddenly.

“Barber.” The giant said with a sneer. “I see you’ve moved on to the leftover dregs of the Newton law community. I hear that pussy’s had every defense attorney cock in town.”

Andy let out an absolutely feral growl and you just managed to hold him back as you glared at Neal.

“Jesus, Neal. Glad to see you’re not bitter.” You said with little humor as your arm strained against Andy’s chest.

“No bitterness here, sweetheart. Just waiting for you to work your way to me.” He leered at you, giving you a lascivious wink.

You let out a sigh as you started to shove Andy away from the idiot, grateful for all your experience manhandling drunks as he fought against you every step of the way.

“He’s not worth it, baby.” You murmured once you had achieved a good amount of distance, your hands smoothing his jacket over his chest in a soothing gesture as Neal let out a guffaw behind you.

“I dunno, I kinda feel like punching him in the face is definitely worth it, sweetheart.” Andy said as he took some deep breaths and turned his gaze back to you.

“Maybe not at your first event for your new job though.” You teased him, tugging softly on his beard and making him grin at you. “Where’s my fucking drink?”

“Shit, I got distracted. I’ll be right back.” He said apologetically, starting to turn away from you.

“Oh no, you are not leaving me by myself again. All I need is to get cornered by some crazy professor who wants to tell me all about bird law.” You said as you tagged after him, the two of you weaving your way through the partygoers as you made your way to the bar.

“What the fuck is ‘bird law’?” He beamed at you after ordering your drinks, leaning against the bar and cocking one eyebrow at you.

“Jesus, I think you might be too classy for me, Barber.” You teased. “We’ve gotta work on your pop culture references.”

The two of you managed to have a relatively pleasant evening, even though you had no idea what anyone was talking about most of the time. But you loved watching how relaxed Andy was around you, and how passionate he got whenever he started to debate with one of his new colleagues. He was in the middle of a particularly heated discussion about the evolution of laws regarding sovereign immunity when he noticed you gazing at him, and his face broke out in a grin.

“You’ll have to excuse me, guys, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten and I worry I’ve been neglecting my date. Let’s continue this on Monday?”

He made his way through the party, saying some quick goodbyes as his hand rested on your lower back. You let out a soft moan when you reached the foyer and he pressed you into the wall, his lips brushing against yours before he broke away to find his coat.

He returned after a few minutes and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth moving against yours hungrily as he guided you out the door.

“Jesus, Andy!” You whined when he lifted you slightly as the two of you made your way to his Range Rover. You bent your knees so your toes wouldn’t drag along the pavement.

“I dunno what you expected when you were looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He teased as he wrapped one arm around you tightly and brought his other hand to fumble through his coat pockets in search of his keys.

“I couldn’t help it.” You murmured in his ear as he pressed you against the driver’s side door, working to open the door to the back seat. “All that law talk does things to me.”

“Yeah?” He muttered around a grin, finally getting the door open and setting you down across the back seat. “You didn’t find it boring?”

“Not when it was you, Professor Barber.” You said in a husky voice, winking at him as he climbed on top of you and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Fuck honey.” He growled as he tossed his coat in the front seat before burying his face in your neck. “You’re gonna need to call me professor more often.”

“Mmm, professor.” You hummed as he ran his teeth over your throat before sucking a bruise over your collarbone. “I had some questions about affidavits I was hoping you could help me with.”

He gave a dark chuckle against your chest as his mouth kept moving lower, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts as his hands moved under your back to unzip your dress. Once he had it open he yanked it off you and tossed it aside, bending over you again to nip at your skin as you dragged his suit jacket off over his shoulders.

“Why do I feel like you just want to hear me say affidavits?” He teased as you drew his tie off and started to work on his shirt buttons. He wrapped your thighs around his hips and ground himself into you, making you whimper as a fresh rush of arousal flooded your panties.

“Fuck, say more lawyer words, professor.” You whined as he drew the straps of your bra down your shoulders, drawing your breasts out of the soft lace and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Amicus brief.” He teased as his tongue laved over your nipple and you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

He moved to give your other breast the same soft attention as you worked on undoing his belt, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked you over. You finally drew his belt off and he sat up to remove his slacks, his lust blown eyes never leaving yours as he dragged his pants and boxer briefs down over his legs, tossing them on top of the rest of his clothes in the front seat as his cock bounced up against his abs, making your mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

You didn’t give him a chance to dive on top of you again, instead climbing into his lap as he knelt there and sucking his lower lip into your mouth. He groaned against your lips as you brought a hand down to wrap around his dick. You dragged his length through the slick that had soaked your thighs before shoving your panties aside and guiding him to your entrance.

Andy let out a deep sigh as you sank onto him, taking his full length in one smooth motion until he was fully seated in you. His tongue pressed between your lips and curved against yours as you wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around his bicep.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.” He muttered against your lips as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace. “So fucking warm and wet for me.”

“Mmm, Andy.” You moaned as you nipped at his lips softly. “I love having you inside me.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He murmured as he started to move a little faster. “You love feeling my big cock in that tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, I need this cock, baby.” You hissed, resting your forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “Nobody fucks me like you do.”

“Shit. You’re squeezing me so good, honey.” He muttered as he ground against you. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, I’m so close, Andy.” You whined as his hips thrust against you even harder. “God, right there. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it, I wanna see that cream all over my dick.” He buried his face in your neck and gave one last violent push of his hips.

You let out a cry as every muscle in your body went rigid, your fingers digging painfully into his neck and shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him for a beat before fluttering in your release as your torso rolled against his and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“Jesus, baby.” He murmured as you came down, straightening his legs one at a time as he held you to him tightly.

You were still kneeling and the new angle had him hitting you even deeper than before, making stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Andy bent his knees slight behind you and leaned you back to rest against them as he moved his mouth to your breasts, making you whimper as his tongue brushed against your nipple.

“God, I could spend all night like this.” He murmured as he started pulling you down to him over and over, making you devolve into a mewling, whimpering mess. “My face buried in these perfect tits and my cock buried in that perfect pussy.”

You felt yourself clench around him at the praise and dug both hands in the hair at the base of his skull, pressing his mouth to your chest as you arched into him. His cock twitched inside you in response as he let out a deep groan, his hips meeting yours desperately.

“I’m gonna cum again, shit. You close, baby?” You felt him nodding between your breasts as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, I wanna feel it fill me up. I love when your cum inside me.”

“Goddamn it.” He hissed, and that was it for both of you.

Your knees squeezed his hips painfully as you tugged at his hair, a moan coming from deep in your chest as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt fluttered uncontrollably as your muscles spasmed around him, milking his cock for everything he could give you. He shouted your name against your chest and dug his fingers into your waist as his spend filled you up, painting your velvety walls in hot ropes that mixed with your own release and seeped over your thighs in a thick mess.

He collapsed back against the seat with a groan, taking you with him as he still held you tightly. You nuzzled into his neck as aftershocks still shook through you, your pussy clenching around his softening cock at random intervals.

“Well, fuck me Professor Barber.” You teased as he buried his face in your hair.

He let out a groan and grinned at you as he brought his face to meet yours, his tongue slipping between your lips as he kissed you deeply.

“God, I fucking love you.” He whispered without thought as his hands ran over your spine. His hands stopped suddenly as he realized what he’d said and his held his breath as he waited for your reply.

You just buried your face in his chest hair and sighed before whispering “Love you too, Andy.”

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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summary: “Don’t wait for me, okay?” After months of clinging to the hope that your ex-girlfriend would suddenly change her mind about the break up, you take it as a sign from the universe it really is time to move on when your sweetheart of a roommate confesses her long-held feelings for you. When Historia shortly returns from Berlin, however, it becomes quickly apparent that lingering feelings remain on both sides. But between your complicated relationship with Historia and your newly developing relationship with Mikasa, you aren’t sure which to embrace. Trying things over again or taking steps towards something new?

tags: fem!reader, pan!reader, modern!au, college!au, roommates, exes, armin being a scorpio, past!eremin, ereani, jearmin, chapter is mostly unbeta’d because i’m a lazy bitch, catch the tik tok reference

a/n: major dedication to @cafedanslanuit because we both laughed way too hard thinking about the tiktok scenario that i had to add it to a fic i wrote at least once. let me know what you guys think, tis my first time trying to write a love triangle ever.

| | CHAPTER 1 | |

In the lackluster chatter of Sina Cafe, the last possible question you wanted your friend to ask finally reared its ugly head. “Did you hear that Historia’s coming back?”

“Oh really? Cool. I didn’t hear about that.” You replied cheerily, well aware of Pieck’s sleepy steel blue eyes observing you carefully. That technically wasn’t a lie, you hadn’t verbally heard the news from anyone. It only was information you’d acquired by randomly stumbling upon your ex’s story when you refreshed instagram for the millionth time the other day. And like every other day you’d done ever since Historia left for Germany a few months ago for an internship at the Berlin branch of her family’s company.

The family that you weren’t even sure knew of your existence as Historia’s girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, you quickly reminded yourself.

The family Historia hadn’t ever told you much about in the first place despite your many attempts to learn more about them.

Then a week before she left the country, your girlfriend of one year broke up with you. Things blew up from there, you grimaced internally at the memory of how things fell apart. You at least made up and kept in contact a bit after she left, but it didn’t take longer than a few weeks before Historia suggested that maybe you both stopped to make things easier.

I just need to figure myself out. Don’t wait for me, okay? I don’t know how things will be when I get back, so you shouldn’t wait for me. Love you, bye. That was the last text shared between you and things had been radio silent ever since.

“It’s crazy she’s been gone for three months, it’ll be weird seeing her again.” You hoped you smiled convincingly enough as you went on. “Did she tell you directly or post it on her Insta or…?”

Pieck gave you a look of exasperation, “I know you’ve been on her page basically everyday, you know.”

Of course you did. You sighed and saw your disgruntled expression reflecting in your unsatisfying cup of coffee. Not your preferable drink at this overpriced cafe but their tea all tasted like hot leaf juice. “I didn’t look at it for a couple of days before this, at least.” You offered weakly. It was only because you were busy with work but it still counted for something.

Pieck’s expression was a mixture of empathy and something else you couldn’t place. “You know it’s only gonna make it harder to move on from her.”

“I know.” It had taken the better part of a month for you to change your lock screen photo from a picture of you and Historia at the beach. Then you completely rendered that decision pointless when you promptly made it your homescreen photo instead. If Pieck knew about that, she was at least kind enough to not mention it.

“What’s the plan when she gets back?” Pieck asked you instead.

You shrugged, “I dunno. We stopped talking a couple weeks after she left.” You pursed your lips thoughtfully, remembering Historia’s last words again. Don’t wait for me. “She never really said we wouldn’t ever get back together once she got back…” you trailed off before adding truthfully, “but she never said we would either. She just said to move on.”

How one moved on from the one who was your perfect match in almost every way, you weren’t sure. It wasn’t like you thought that the two of you would ever get married one day; you definitely weren’t thinking that far into the future. But I dunno, I really thought we’d make it for the unforeseeable future. “It’s like, I want to move on but at the same time I don’t. And the dumb part is, I even tell myself it isn’t even like I need to just throw myself into any relationship but I could just date around at least but it’s weird.” Especially knowing Historia would be back any day now.

“You could always download Tinder again.” Pieck suggested, gesturing towards your phone. “Maybe just to see if getting back with Historia is something you actually want or if it’s the familiarity you’re missing…” Pieck trailed off for a moment. “At least try out her advice. We don’t know what Historia is thinking either, especially if you haven’t talked in a while.”

You made a face almost immediately. “And risk seeing semen retention guy who didn’t believe that the pandemic was a thing?”

“Bumble?”

“I don’t trust an app that got sponsored on Riverdale.”

“…. Her?”

“Everyone on that app is non-committal.”

Pieck gave you an annoyed look that would even put the ones from The Office to shame. “What?” You shrugged defensively.

“You’re being picky on purpose.”

“I’m not being picky.” You squeaked.

Pieck raised an eyebrow incredulously, “considering this was just about you going on a few dates with random people, it’s coming off as picky.”

You shrugged your shoulders again, ignoring the uncomfortable pangs in your stomach. “I just wanna meet someone in person if I start messing around with people again.” Blonde locks and bright blue eyes came to mind. You picked up your coffee for the first time in a while to prevent yourself from answering any comments Pieck could make.

The tension in the silence that followed between you was thick as you sipped your lukewarm drink. Pieck sighed, “so.” Her change in tone indicating a change in topics was relief-inducing. “How are things with the whole Armin, Eren, and Annie Thruple situation?”

You made a sound that was half way between a groan and choked laughter. “Don’t get me started, it’s still a mess.”

“Is Armin still pretending he doesn’t know who they are?”

You gave Pieck a look that screamed ‘you know damn well Armin’s scorpio ass is still doing exactly that.’ Pieck giggled into her coffee in response. “Mikasa’s still trying to be neutral about the whole thing because they’re all childhood friends, but I really don’t think that’s gonna last long.” I mean, Armin still doesn’t mind hanging out with us as long as we don’t mention them. “It was already bad enough Eren’s ass cheated on him, but he cheated on Armin with Annie of all people.”

The Thruple situation, as Pieck put it, was the latest drama causing a funky split in your group of mutual friends.

It all goes back to Christmas Eve last month when Armin called Mikasa asking if the two of you could help him move out because he and Eren broke up that day. Not only did they break up, but Eren told Armin that he was seeing someone else and when Eren left that morning to go see his mystery lover, Armin went through Eren’s MacBook and saw that the other person was Annie.

Annie Leonhart.

Armin’s ex from first year.

Armin wanted out immediately and needed help moving all his things. So of course you and Mikasa rented a moving van to give him some assistance. You just weren’t expecting, once you finally arrived, the next thing out of the blond man’s lips to be: “Take everything.”

You still remember the pause as you and Mikasa shared a look of confusion. “What do you mean ‘everything’?”

“I mean ‘everything’.” Armin seethed, bloodshot eyes bulging as he frantically continued packing what you were sure was half of a drawer of clothes Armin had bought Eren throughout the years. “He had nothing when we got together and moved in here, I’m leaving him with nothing.”

And everything you packed despite Mikasa’s initial weak protests that Armin could at least be reasonable about this.

You packed 90% of Eren’s clothes.

The MacBook.

The PS4.

The TV.

The dishes Armin inherited from his late grandfather.

Your body racked painfully as you tried and failed to hold back to the laughter at your recollection of the day. “I still can’t believe he even made us take the Christmas tree. The fucking tree, Pieck!” Armin literally made you tie the Christmas tree on top of the van, ornaments and all, before you drove out of the parking lot of what used to be Armin’s apartment complex.

Ornaments fell and broke on the street as you drove by like you were some modern adaptation of the Grinch. It took only an hour before Eren called Armin furiously and a heated shouting match broke out between them as Armin paced in yours and Mikasa’s apartment. And in your apartment Armin stayed for a week before he moved in with Jean who was looking for a new roommate.

Needless to say, Mikasa told you things were very awkward at the Jaeger Family Christmas Party as Carla and Grisha awkwardly asked who Annie was and what happened with Armin. Then that awkwardness flowed right into your friend group and everyone was picking sides.

Team Eren or Team Armin or Team I’m Staying the Hell Out of it. You were on Team Three with Mikasa on this one. Scratch that, Mikasa was on a completely separate fourth team of trying to get Eren and Armin to reconcile.

You breathed after the last of your laughter escaped you. “It’s honestly kind of adorable how hard she’s trying to get Armin to at least give Eren’s laptop back.” For now, though, Eren was stuck using his older half-brother’s old one. “I keep telling her to let Eren and Armin be but you know how she is. Stubborn as hell.”

Pieck smiled good-naturedly, “Even if they’re fighting right now, Armin and Eren have known each other for years. They’ll come around on their own time.”

Hopefully.

You checked the time on your phone and made an ‘oop’ of surprise. “Gotta get goin’, Mikasa’s clocking out soon.” When your roommate left earlier that morning for her shift at a popular import store, Reeves’ Imports, she’d sounded dead tired. Shortly after Mikasa had gone, you made quick work of asking Pieck if you could meet up at a location closer to Mikasa’s job instead. “The assholes should be easing up on her shifts now that the holidays have passed but she’s still basically going in every day she doesn’t have class.”

Even the basic Walmart you worked at was trying to respect your availability now that the holidays were over and classes would be starting again.

“Has she talked to human resources about her availability yet?” Pieck questioned with a curious look.

You nodded but the frown remained on your face. “She said they want to keep this up basically until the first week of class, so she wants to tough it out.” How Mikasa was so stubborn when it came to the well-being of other people but was fine tolerating shitty working conditions was a mystery to even Eren, her foster brother. It was almost like Mikasa was allergic to receiving any extra help from the Jaegers now that she was legally able to take care of herself.

She even got a scholarship to your school despite the fact Eren’s parents said they would have no problem paying for her tuition and other fees. Once the two of you decided to move out of the school dormitory in favor of getting a cheaper off-campus apartment, it didn’t take Mikasa long to find a job either. All this while maintaining her high grades. Whenever you remembered this information, it really was a wonder Mikasa hadn’t collapsed from fatigue yet.

“I’ll talk to her about it again. They think because she’s the best employee they can milk her dry if she’s on vacation.” You sighed, suddenly feeling mentally exhausted.

Pieck smiled reassuringly. “I’m pretty sure if you asked, Mikasa might listen to you.” You snorted in disbelief causing your friend to chuckle. “Stubborn as she can be, Mikasa really does value your opinion so I think she’d listen to you. You’re good for each other. She keeps you from being a complete mess, you keep her from completely working herself to death. Match made in heaven.”

Your parents were certainly impressed the first time you visited in a while that you washed the dishes completely unprompted. It’s amazing what happens to a person when you live with Mikasa Ackerman. You scooted your coffee to the side. “Tell ‘em to toss that for me, will you? I gotta get going.”

Pieck’s smile shifted into something more playful. “You don’t have to get the coffee if you hate it so much.”

“The tea’s even worse.” You clucked, digging through your wallet for your portion of the bill. “I’ll tell you more about the Thruple thing later.”

“Tell Mikasa I said ‘hi’.”

“I will if I remember.” You teased. With a wave of your hand, you made quick work of texting your roommate as you made your way to your car.

[‘Hey I’m coming to pick you up See you in a few uwu’]

It didn’t take long for you to spot your roommate in the parking Reeves’ Imports, long black hair pulled into a ponytail and darkening bags beginning to develop under her eyes. “You didn’t have to pick me up, I could’ve taken the bus or Uber.” Mikasa said the moment she opened the door.

“Oh I was already in the neighborhood.” You replied with ease. Even before you knew each other well when you first started rooming together, Mikasa always had that motherly air to her. When Mikasa’s eyes lingered on you with a look of suspicion, you snickered. “I was! Pieck and I met up at the Sina Cafe down the street from where you work.”

“You hate Sina.” Mikasa answered matter-of-factly, closing the door. “You complain whenever we see one.”

You opened your mouth to argue that point but you promptly closed it remembering the last of your exchange with Pieck. Maybe you did complain a fair bit about Sina even when an opportunity didn’t present itself. You snorted after a moment, “anyway, I really enjoyed the coffee I had last time so I decided to give them a fair shot.” You slowly managed to maneuver the car out of the parking lot.

A lull followed and you pointedly looked at Mikasa who was smiling appreciatively but tiredly. “Thanks for coming all this way.”

“Don’t mention it.” You grinned, tapping a melody of victory on the steering wheel.

With that, a comfortable silence fell over you as Mikasa looked out the window at the buildings and passersby. People like you who looked good even after working for eight hours are the worst. You thought jokingly, unable to hold back a smile yourself as you redirected your gaze to the road. Still it was no exaggeration that Mikasa was regarded as one of the prettiest people in your group of friends. When the two of you were both out and about, it wasn’t too rare that someone would approach to ask Mikasa for a bit of her time. In all your time knowing her though, you’d never seen her go on dates.

Maybe Mikasa was even more picky than you, if Pieck’s exasperation from earlier was anything to use as a basis. Or maybe she was just focusing on her studies. Or maybe she was aro ace and you were a dick in assuming anything concerning why Mikasa never went out with anyone.

We’ve been living together since first year and I don’t even know her sexuality! At the next red light, you glanced at Mikasa in a mini-panic only to see a pair of gray eyes were already directed at you.

“What?” You fumbled, hoping she didn’t somehow sense your internal dilemma.

“What?” Mikasa’s cheeks looked a tinge pink in the afternoon sun.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about how you never go on dates with anyone.” Surprise danced in gray eyes at your statement along with something else you couldn’t quite place. “You’re like, the best person I know and people are always hitting on you so it’s a surprise you haven’t even been on one.”

If there was any confusion about Mikasa’s face earlier, the red painting her face was certainly the cause of embarrassment this time. “It doesn’t happen that often.”

“Achoo!” You sneezed exaggeratedly. “Sorry. Allergic to bullshit.”

“It doesn’t!” Mikasa protested as you glanced at her briefly in disbelief. Mikasa began playing with the fraying thread of one piece of her uniform. “Well… not that much. I’m too busy to date.”

“Too busy or just not in the mood?” You treaded lightly on the prospective landmine to try and gauge her reaction. When Mikasa awkwardly shuffled, you decided to lay off. “We don’t have to talk about it, I just realized we don’t usually talk about relationships and stuff. I mean, unless we count. Well, you know.” The many times you rambled about Historia and the subsequent period of time when Mikasa was your pillar of support when you were absolutely wrecked after your breakup. “But you don’t have to, like, feel like you have to date anyone.”

Mikasa thankfully didn’t look upset. “It’s fine. I want to date, the opportunity just never presented itself.”

“Are you into someone right now?” When there was no immediate response, your eyes practically bulged out your sockets. “Really?! Who?! Do I know them?!”

“Eyes on the road.” Mikasa demanded, flustered with a sharp look as the light turned green.

“Mikasa. Into someone.” You murmured in awe, wondering who could have caught the beautiful woman’s attention. “I’ve entered a new reality.” You glanced at her as she stared pointedly out the window, embarrassed expression reflecting in the window.

It vaguely crossed your mind as a thought: Dating Mikasa, huh? Mikasa would be an amazing girlfriend. Awkward she could occasionally be, she was a very loving person even if she could sometimes be a bit smothery. But when it came to the times you were sick or didn’t feel like leaving the house because everyone seemed to be on eggshells around you after things with Historia, Mikasa was always the person right there that you could depend on.

It was ridiculous to think that when you’d first been delegated as roommates in the dorms, you were somewhat afraid of her. Intimidated by how quiet she was and her piercing looks. It only took a few weeks before Mikasa eventually asked if she was making you uncomfortable out of concern of how you treated her like she would bite your head off at any moment.

Now she was the person you were undoubtedly sure would be your ride and die until the end of time. Historia came to mind again and you forced the memories to the darkest crevices of your mind.

You almost felt a vague sense of envy. The ride back home was neither tense or uncomfortable, though some sort of feeling sat between you both. It persisted even at the grocery store where you picked up some ingredients to make a quick meal for the night.

Mikasa’s expression was contemplative as you entered your home. You gave her a warm look. “I think you should tell them. Only an idiot wouldn’t want to go out with you.”

“I-” Mikasa fumbled over her words at your suddenly statement. “She’s not really looking to date anyone right now, I don’t think.”

You set the bag of ingredients for the poor man’s attempt at pizza on the counter top. “You never know until you try though, right?” Mikasa made a doubtful sound as you continued on. “Just tell this girl how you feel and let the chips fall where they may. It isn’t gonna make the friendship awkward or anything. And if it’s just some girl from campus or something, either way it’s her loss.” You weren’t exaggerating when you said that.

Maybe things would be completely different if Mikasa had been your girlfriend from the beginning. Whether or not that was just genuine food for thought or you just being upset about your failed relationship, you weren’t sure.

“Whoever you’re into, they’ll be literally the one of the luckiest people in the planet. So shoot your shot. Rejection’s better than regret, alright?” You gestured your shoulder in the direction of the bathroom. “Go ahead and shower up, alright? I’ll finish take care of the pizza.”

Mikasa paused for a bit then nodded and you sighed quietly. It would definitely be a bit more lonely in the house if Mikasa actually started seeing someone. Maybe Pieck’s right and I should just download Tinder again. You glanced at your phone, considering it heavily. You definitely didn’t want to risk seeing semen retention guy again though.

“Hey.”

“Need something?” You looked to the hallway where your roommate stood, noting how rigidly she was standing. Please don’t ask me about Tinder, please don’t ask me about Tinder. Her fingers clenched tightly at her scarf she held carefully in her hands. “What is it?” Mikasa bit her lip for a moment before opening her mouth and closing it again. You set down the bowl you were holding. “Mikasa?

“Would you like to go somewhere sometime?” Mikasa finally managed to ground out after a few more seconds. You were about to tell her that was a no brainer when Mikasa continued on, a mixture of embarrassed yet hopeful. “On a date?”

It took a bit for your mind to process what you’d been asked as Mikasa stared back awkwardly waiting for your answer.

“She’s not really looking to date anyone right now, I don’t think.” Mikasa said.

“Me?” You asked dumbly. It wasn’t the first time you were certain you were dreaming or phasing into an alternate reality. There was definitely no chance in even the hottest depths of hell that Mikasa, of all people, would ask you out. “You were talking about me?”

Mikasa seemed to deflate at the query. “For a while now.” She replied quietly. “But you were dating Historia before.” Mikasa snapped into an expression more serious. “I’d never take advantage of the fact you’re broken up with Historia but- but you said that I should at least ask and see what would happen. It doesn’t have to be serious, just to try and see.”

Wow.

“At least try out her advice.“

“You’re good for each other.”

Almost without thinking, you blurted out: “Um then yeah. Let’s go on a date. The two of us.” You cringed inwardly at your phrasing but Mikasa didn’t seem to mind, not one bit, as she smiled the widest you’d seen in recent times since her hectic work schedule began. “You have to promise to get your hours shortened or have more days off though.”

There was a mixture of feelings running through you. Guilt, excitement, anxiety, a vague sensation of one part of you shaking you senseless demanding to know what you were thinking.

“I can do that.” Mikasa promised, cutting off your internal cacophony of emotions. She looked downright elated. “Um, I’ll go and get in the shower now. Thank you hearing me out.”

Your heart thrummed nervously as you smiled back. “Yeah, you’re welcome.” You wanted to kick yourself in the shin for your choice of words. “Wait, no- I mean thanks to you too. For telling me- well, not that it’s something- just go take your shower.” Yeah, this was actually happening.

Mikasa smiled wordlessly before turning around again, leaving with a much more relaxed stride. For the first time in a while, the thought of going on a date didn’t sound or feel completely repulsive. You still felt awkward, strangely guilty. Planning to go on a date when Historia was going to be back in the country at any moment felt wrong at some base level in you.

But maybe Pieck was right in that you should at least go on a few dates. At least with Mikasa you knew that it wouldn’t completely ruin everything between you if things went south.

In the corner of your eye, your phone lit up and you leaned over to see what your newest notification was.

hisu_reissxoxo has a new story.

With how quickly you unlocked your phone to see her newest update, you felt like you were a struggling addict.

Finally back home! It was nice, Germany! Historia’s caption read over a picture of the airport growing distant in the background. She even made an accompanying post, her most recent photo being her favorite place in Berlin.

‘It was fun, Germany. See you again some time.’ Was the caption inscribed. It only took seconds for likes to flood in with how many devout followers Historia had. It wasn’t like she’d noticed I liked this if I do it now when everyone else is doing it. Your grip on your phone tightened, fingers tingling as you deliberated your next move. With two quick taps, your heart clenched as the heart icon lit up and you set your phone away, face down.

You thought of Mikasa’s excited smile.

It was time to put this chapter of your life behind you, you decided as you continued moving about in the kitchen.

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