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HEAT WAVES... (Armin x afab!reader)

0.1 BEHIND THE CURTAIN ( main menu | spotify ) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: this is what happened when Armin lifted the curtain... ↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, swearing, semi-public sex ↳ genre: smut (NSFW 18+ MDNI), comedy ↳ word count: 7k (lmfao)

This was an extremely unwise idea. You all were supposed to be on a mission, going undercover and disguised as Marleyean civilians. The plan had already gone askew when Eren had wandered off. Just your guys' luck, he had wound up in a refugee camp, survivors of war in other countries Marley had "conquered". Everyone was scrambling around trying to find this fool, and here he was drinking and having the time of his life as if he didn't have a giant bullseye on his back.

Once Mikasa had tracked down Eren like a lovesick bloodhound, the idea was to drag his ass back to HQ. From there, Captain Levi and Commander Hange could chew him out for separating himself from the group again. However, a short and stout older gentleman approached with a charcuterie board and a humble smile. He spoke in a dialect no one understood or recognized, but it was clear that he was inviting you all to join him and his family for drinks and snacks. It was hard to say no to a sweet old man like that.

Fuck it. What's one drink going to do?

One drink turned into consuming an entire bottle of wine. After the first bottle, all of the refugees began to reveal their backstories, speaking the common language as best as they could. They told you their stories about how their homes were destroyed, how they were taken as war prisoners, how some of their families didn't make the journey to Marley or died in the camps due to lack of nutrition or infection. Their stories weren't too far different from the rest of yours, and it definitely pulled at some heartstrings.

On bottle two, you really began to feel the music. You had never seen some of these instruments before. They were funky looking. Some had many strings while others had buttons. You were quite intrigued with a curved gadget that was made of brass and had keys all over it. The man operating called it a saxophone, and offered to let you play a note which you eagerly accepted. Everyone watched as you purse your lips the way he told you to. He held down the keys for you as you gave the saxophone a little toot, which everyone got a kick out of.

Armin had just finished taking the last swig of his second bottle of wine. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the cuff of his suit and sat his now empty bottle on the plush blanket under him. He sat in between Mikasa and an older woman who would not stop pinching his cheek and saying, "Eres tan lindo! El es tan lindo!"

He had a hard time keeping up with the conversations around him. His body felt like he had no bones, a warm tingling feeling radiating through his muscles and joints. His eyes couldn’t focus on anyone else but one person from across the tent, the others in the background were just that -- A background.

You were sitting in a circle with Sasha, Connie, and a few other people. Smiling, laughing, and nodding amongst yourselves. Armin bore witness to Sasha pulling you to your feet to dance. You both held up your skirts so as to not trip and make bigger fools of yourselves, and twirled around each other. Sasha clumsily knocked into you. Before you could fall, you caught yourself and Sasha by her elbows, making you both laugh harder. This behavior wasn't too far off from how you and Sasha interact with each other on a regular day. However, there was a different kind of sway to your hips and curve in your smile. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. Armin hadn't seen you be this relaxed and carefree in a few days. There was an unusual glow in your skin that Armin felt like only he could have noticed.

So pretty, was his simple thought.

Armin broke his concentration on you to take a look around him. Jean was knocking elbows with a few ladies, as well was Connie. Eren was gathered with a group of older gentlemen and was suddenly taken off guard by a small boy playfully jumping on his back. Mikasa was peacefully swaying to the live music. Seeing his friends be intoxicated and unbothered by the grueling reality they all face every day, made Armin extremely happy. On a normal day, everyone tried to find happiness in the simplest places. Since they were in a new country with possible new beginnings, he took another bottle of wine and popped the cork in hopes of starting a new way of life, a way where they could be like this all of the time. Mikasa held her cup out, giving it a little shake. Armin poured a decent amount of wine into her canned good cup.

Underneath the music, the dancing, the food and drinks, and the laughter, you couldn't shake the underlying intuition that all of this was wrong. Everyone should be back at HQ by now, in bed, ready to face the next day. Captain Levi gave direct orders to find Eren and come back, and you all had clearly not followed those orders. What if he and Hange came looking for you all? What would they say? All of your tell-signs of a panic attack were starting to come on; stomach cramps, tunnel vision, increased heart rate.

You didn't want to ruin the good time, so you slipped into the background to find somewhere to recollect yourself.

Armin had only looked away for one second, and you were gone. Vanished into thin air. His drunken eyes scanned his environment for a glimpse of you. He caught you dipping underneath a curtain far away from everyone else, a concerning look on your face.

"I'll be right back." Armin said to Mikasa. “HUH!?” Mikasa cupped her ear. Armin had to repeat himself, as Mikasa was too inebriated to understand Armin's words the first or second time. He excused himself, standing up and teetering on his feet like a toddler just learning to walk. Armin took a few careful steps, cautious not to step on anyone's hands and fingers. Suddenly, a heavy hand clapped onto his shoulder, which almost brought him to the ground. Jean was grinning ear to ear.

"Haven't seen you all night, Armin! Where are you going?" Jean asked.

He wrapped his arm around Armin's neck, both of their cheeks touching. Jean and Armin were close, but not touchy-feely close. Jean liked his personal space.

"Well, I saw Y/N leave, and they looked upset, so I thought I'd ask if they were alright." Armin explained. Jean immediately showed concern.

"Leave? Which way did they go?" He pressed. Jean looked out of the small exit of the tent, peeking to see if maybe you had just stepped outside for fresh air. Armin shook his head.

"They went back there." Armin pointed at the curtain that hung towards the back. Jean gave a short laugh.

"Nice. Good for them!" He cheered. Armin scoffed.

"No, they were alone. I'm going to go see if everything is okay." Armin explained, again. Jeans demeanor changed. He gave Armin a sinister smile.

"Oh," Jean sang. "Good for you then!" Jean's grip on Armin's neck tightened as Armin tried to wiggle free. He knew what Jean was insinuating.

Jean was an avid believer that what Armin really needed was a woman. Or man. Or whoever he was into. They didn't really talk about their romantic preferences, but Jean's advice stated that the reason why Armin was so wound up with stress all the time was because Armin "doesn't get his dick wet enough,” in Jean’s exact words. This seemed like the route Jean was about to go down.

"Don't be disgusting." Is what Armin meant to say. Before he could complete his sentence, Jean held onto Armin tightly and put a bottle to his lips. The liquid raced to the neck of the bottle, and down Armin's throat.

"You're gonna need a bit more of this then!" Jean laughed.

Armin chugged about a quarter of a bottle before he managed to pull away with a heavy breath. His throat burned from the alcohol. With such rapid consumption, Armin's head began to swirl. Jean grabbed Armin by his shoulder and brought him closer. Incredibly close.

"Seriously though, you know where to put-." Jean mumbled under his breath, trying his best to look Armin in the eye, but he was sure Jean was starting to see double.

"Okay, Jean, thank you! Thanks so much! You're the best!" Armin played into Jean's bit, grinning and sarcastically praising him. Jean was so sloshed, it was easy for Armin to manhandle him away with a turn and a push.

Armin readjusted himself the best he could. He slapped his cheeks enough to leave a light sting, an attempt to sober up and bring some of his senses together. He gently pushed the tapestry back and peeked under. You were just sitting on the floor, apparently not doing anything. There was a small table off to the side with a lantern dimly lit, and a few pillows and blankets thrown about.

"Hello." You grinned up at Armin. He smiled back, looking around the hidden corner you had occupied.

"Hi. You're... back here by yourself?" He asked, authentically confused.

You shrugged at Armin's question, not wanting to tell the truth.

"Well, can I sit with you?" He wanted to know.

Slowly, you turned around to your left and then to your right, looking for other people around you. Though you knew you were alone, you still searched for the other person Armin could be talking to. He huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Who, me!?" You gasped.

"Yes you!" Armin agreed. He let the tapestry fall closed behind him as he took a seat on the ground next to you.

The texture of the floor was different. He could feel little pricks of hay peeking through the blankets and linen on top. The ground was significantly warmer, which brought a comfortable sigh from Armin's lungs. He crossed his legs and rested back on his hands.

"Are you okay?" Armin quizzed.

"Yeah, I'm alright. There's a lot going on out there..." You lightly explained. Armin understood, introvert to introvert.

"Yeah. It is a bit... overwhelming. Am I bothering you? I can leave if you want to be alone!" Armin declared. He was already getting up. However, you stopped him.

"No, please! I don't mind your company." You insisted. Armin slowly sat back down.

You couldn't put a finger to it, but there was something about Armin that you liked more than the other guys. Perhaps it was the way he listened, how he was always polite, and always had something genuinely interesting to say. He had a lot of knowledge, everyone knew Armin was extraordinarily smart. You appreciated that he was intellectual.

Whenever you and Sasha had your one-on-one pow-wows about boys, not once did you fail to bring up Armin. You gave him credit where it was due. He was cute. Whenever you threw a ball in Armin's court, whether it be about his looks or personality, Sasha poked and teased about you having a little crush on him -- Which you did not outwardly deny.

You felt those emotions spark back up at the site of Armin in front of you. It was clear that Armin had been enjoying himself. Earlier this morning his hair was neatly combed back. Now his significantly shorter blond locks were fluffed back to his natural hair pattern. At some point in the night, he had loosened his tie and his brown hat that matched his suit was long gone.

Armin realized he had a bottle of wine in his hands. He stared at it for a moment, as if he didn’t understand where it had come from. He shrugged to himself and took a very small sip, pacing himself since he was already quite tipsy. He offered you the bottle and you accepted.

"I see you're having fun." You poked, handing the bottle back to Armin after taking a sip.

"Honestly, I don't think anyone has had this much fun since we went to the beach. That was quite a while ago..." Armin registered.

"Yeah, that was a while ago. We should do that again!" You agreed.

You remembered how refreshing it was to wade in the water up to your ankles, picking up sand by the handful and letting it fall between your fingers, finding cool rocks and shells. A beat of silence passed. There was a quiet acknowledgement that that was a time where ignorance was truly bliss, before you all actually grasped the reality that life existed beyond the walls. Armin took a swig from the bottle.

"Look how far we've come though." He commented. He flashed a quirky smile as he handed you the bottle next.

"Cheers!" You grinned.

You shared the single bottle until it ran empty. Armin excused himself once to retrieve another. You wondered where all the refugees had access to all this alcohol, but didn't question it too much, as everyone was having fun. When he returned, Armin had two bottles and handed you one. You thanked him, popped the cork, and began to drink.

The topic of conversation was all over the place, neither of you being able to pinpoint a single subject to focus on. Armin began to chuckle, which then turned into uncontrollable laughing. He let his hysterics take over his body, letting himself roll onto his back and giggling up at the fabric ceiling. You couldn't help but to snicker along with him as well, though you had no idea what for.

He was practically split in two with the giggles. For the first time in what might as well be forever, he looked so wild and bright. You wanted to guard and protect that handful of happiness he had.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Armin asked between chuckles.

"You were sitting right here, and then you rolled over there." You told him.

"Then I'll roll back." He put it simply. Armin rolled back the way he came, knocking into your side in the process.

When Armin sat up, you were both shoulder to shoulder, but facing the opposite direction. Armin was not sitting this close before. There was a split second moment where you were directly in each other's faces. He couldn't ignore how being close to you made him feel on the inside. The alcohol subsided the emotional acknowledgement of anxiety, but amplified the throbbing feeling in his throat. He looked away, clearing his throat softly.

Maybe Jean was on to something. Maybe Jean had actually granted Armin luck. His chest swelled with confidence, determined to lay his feelings out on the line. Logically, this would be the best time to do it. You were both in a different country, the possibility of starting fresh with the world was a brand new idea planted in everyone's mind. It gave Armin a glimmer of hope; Hope for something better. Hope that he wanted to share with you.

On top of that, the atmosphere was textbook romantic. You were both alone in a secluded area, warm blankets and soft pillows tossed about, dim lighting, you were both cradling bottles of alcohol. Armin felt like he could take on anything. All of his anxiety, insecurities, and self doubt have flown the coop, drowned out by wine.

"What's so funny?" Armin questioned. He noticed that you were still giggling.

"You." You responded. The wine was starting to affect you too after taking a break. Armin's giggle bug had transferred and bit onto you.

"Me!?" He gasped, mocking you from earlier in the night.

"Yes, you. I think you're funny."

Armin blinked. This was something new he hadn't heard before. He had grown accustomed to people around him thinking and telling him that he's so smart, such a genius, would make such a good leader, blah blah blah. No one has ever told him that he's funny, that was more of Connie's forte. Connie was the one who made people laugh in the face of darkness, who said and did things purely for shock value. A meek smile crept on Armin's lips.

"You think I'm funny?" Armin just wanted to make sure he was hearing things correctly. Perhaps the wine impaired his hearing.

"Yeah, you're funny. You make me laugh." You reassured. You took a few gulps of wine.

"I try sometimes. I, uh, I like hearing your laugh." Armin said, being completely honest. You sensed his sincerity.

Rip your hair out, the intrusive thought crossed your mind. You shook it out quickly. Armin was so cute, sometimes it did make you want to pull your hair right out of the root. You smiled, looking elsewhere for a second to contain your emotions.

"I like hearing you laugh too. It makes me happy." You decided to be truthful as well.

You'd never be outspoken enough to tell Armin that on a normal, sober day. The wine had a slick coat on your brain, seeping into the part of your mind that allowed you to be upfront and honest. A single brick was lifted from the weight on your shoulders.

Armin's face fell slightly. He tilted his head to the side, a habit he had when he was feeling inquisitive. His lips formed into a concentrated line.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to know. Armin leaned in a fraction.

You looked at him. Armin sat with his legs folded, hands placed perfectly in his lap. His face was dusted pink, across his cheeks and even the tip of his nose was red. Although Armin was relaxed and comfortable, he still sat at full attention -- interested in what you had to say.

You gulped.

"I know it's not easy carrying the weight that you do. I see what it does to you. You're so lovely, thoughtful of everyone around you, and even people you don't know. I like seeing you laugh and smile, because it's what you deserve."

There was something different in the air that you couldn't put a name to, but you could definitely taste it. Armin's eyes were wide as you put a fraction of your feelings out on the table for him to read. They were glossed over, shining under the low light of the lantern in the corner. His facial expression was hard to read. You weren't sure if he appreciated your words, or if they were bouncing off of the walls he had put around him.

Armin's mind was buffering. No sweeter words have ever been said to him. This simultaneously surprised him, but also not at all. You were always softer towards him, he picked up on that easily. He was good at reading people, but you stumped him as to why you were so tender to him in particular. Armin did not know if it was out of pity, or if you genuinely liked him the way he was. He figured the first option, but he prayed for the other.

His throat began to swell again. There was a stinging feeling in the back of his skull. He fluttered his eyelids rapidly, trying not to let those tears that were threatening to fall win. What a way to ruin the mood by crying, He thought to himself. He physically felt like he might explode. Armin’s fingers were buzzed, as if he had been sitting on his hands and had lost all feeling.

"Do you mean that?" Armin desperately wanted to know.

He decreased the space between you by another inch. You returned the action. He hoped you couldn't hear how loud his heart was pounding in his chest.

"I do." You confirm.

Before his body could catch up with his brain, Armin's lips crashed onto yours in a simple, yet meaningful kiss. You were aware of the heat that he packed behind it. Something in that frame of time clicked, like adding the last piece to a puzzle. Your mind sent a command to your hand to reach out and touch him, but before you could do that Armin pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he breathlessly apologized. "I should have asked before doing that. I-I might've had too much to drink. I'm so sorry!"

Even though he was sitting before you apologizing as if he had broken something valuable, he did not move away. Your foreheads were centimeters from resting on one another, noses bumping together. Armin had the most endearing button nose.

It was starting to get a little toasty. There was a thin layer of warmth on your skin, radiating off of Armin.

"I like you a lot, so it's okay." You spilled. You refrained from making a face at yourself for your sudden bluntness.

Drunk off your ass was not how you wanted to let Armin know that you liked him. You never really pictured telling him in the first place, but here you were completely out of your comfort zone. Whatever the Marleyean's put in their wine made your tongue loose.

And it must have been making Armin hear things. If he could remove his ears, dust them off, and ask you to repeat what you just said, he would. Surely you'd say something that wasn't what he thought you did. Even if he was imagining things, hearing it come from the lips he just kissed made his heart grow three sizes.

"I like you a lot too." Armin responded.

Not much else needed to be said. It was your turn to close the little remaining space between you and him, your lips meeting in the middle. Now, you could take in the feeling of his lips on yours. They always looked so soft and plush, and they were indeed supple. They sewed in and between each other ever so gently. Armin released the smallest moan you have ever heard. He took the hand that you weren't using to support yourself in his, lacing his fingers in between yours. Right then, he had gained a new sense of belonging.

There was no middle ground for wanting him. You took his plump bottom lip in between your teeth and pulled gently, sending a non-verbal message to push your buttons further. Armin read your message loud and clear.

He released your hand and brought both of his to the sides of your jaw, cradling your face. Armin's tongue swiped across yours while he let out another little moan. His chest was against yours, you felt the mild thump of his pulse -- though it didn't feel mild sitting in his chest. Armin's aura seemed to be the most empowering. He lightly leaned some of his weight onto you, his general presence consuming your personal space. Armin's head lulled over, dropping kisses onto your neck.

You knew you'd have a necklace of marks and bruises come morning. You allowed Armin to do this. You didn't have the restraint to tell him no, and you were sure it could be easily hidden under your uniform. That nervous stomach cramp began to twist in your gut, along with a fluttering sensation further down in your abdomen. You were almost blinded with arousal.

Armin knew that was medically impossible for the heart to pump right out of one's chest, but with his luck he might be a phenomenon. His hands shook while he went to place them on your hips. While he was dipped to your neck, he took this moment to steady his breathing. Armin was holding his breath as if one exhale from him would blow you away. He tasted a faint aftertaste of salt on your skin, becoming addicted to it in that particular moment. He took one bite. His ear perked up at the change of your breathing, getting caught in your esophagus. Armin kissed, sucked and nipped at your neck around to the other side. Your name fell from his lips in a shaky whisper.

"Do you want me as much as I want you?" Armin panted.

Two thoughts appeared in your head. One, yes absolutely. Two, has he done this before? It did not necessarily matter, as long as you got to have Armin in his entirety, you didn't mind showing him which buttons of yours to push. You smiled as he buried his face in the center of your chest, kissing along the lift of your breasts. You realized he had sneakily undone two buttons on your shirt.

You had liked Armin since back in the days of being a cadet. If only that version of you could see yourself now.

"Oh, I do." You affirm. You and Armin paused, smiling at each other.

There was no going back.

Armin helped himself to finish unbuttoning the rest of your shirt. You reached for his suit jacket, pushing it off of shoulders and Armin tossed it to the side. His hands pawed at your shirt, peeling it off of your skin. The more layers you took off, the steamer it got. You could feel how red your cheeks were just by the feverish burn under the muscle. Armin leaned in to attack your chest, sucking at more of your exposed breast now that your shirt was off and your bra still on.

"Armin," you spoke out loud. He hummed in response, not detaching himself from your skin.

"Have you...?" You trailed off, trying to find the right way to ask about his experience without being rude. He chuckled.

"I've had sex before. H-Have you?" Armin filled in your question.

He rested the side of his face on one breast, moving one strap down your opposite shoulder. He looked up at you, blue eyes blinking with false innocence. You reached behind your back and unclasped your bra for him, letting it fall into your lap. You discarded it next to your shirt, keeping all of your clothes together.

"Yeah." You nod.

In one quick motion, Armin planted sloppy and wet kisses to each one of your nipples, and then moved up to kiss your lips.

If there was a way Armin could jump in your skin he would, anything to be as close to you as possible. His kiss this time was greedy. He took your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled, hands coming up into your hair, lips moving against yours with no instruction or guide. His pants had gotten significantly tighter, restraining against the fastened button and zipper. His arousal was making him shake as if he were chilly. There wasn't a breeze anywhere, just your breaths fanning across each other's faces.

"Lay down." Armin instructed. He didn't have to tell you twice.

While Armin worked his shirt off, you grabbed a few of the dozen pillows that were thrown about, and compiled a little mountain to rest on. You began to work your skirt off, lifting your legs and wiggling your way out of your bottoms. Armin began to remove his pants as well.

There was a sudden loud sound of glass breaking, which made both of you jump. For a moment, you both had forgotten that you were in a semi-public space. Anyone, literally anyone, could pull back the tapestry and walk in on the two of you. The people on the other side of the curtains hooted with laughter and applause. Neither of you were missed.

In the blink of an eye Armin was on top of you, securing his spot in between your legs. You could feel his dick against your inner thigh. Armin moved so quickly, you didn't even get to have a glimpse of what it looked like.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can stop me anytime, I-I won't be mad." He reassured with his forehead on yours. You curled your fingers around his hair

"Yes, I’m sure." you purred, tightening your grip. Armin's eyelids fluttered shut.

The amount of word vomit you let spew through the night was borderline embarrassing, but you were too intoxicated to actually care.

“Do you?” You checked.

"So much. I've always wanted you." Armin revealed.

You noticed the pattern that Armin's kisses flip-flopped. One moment he was soft and delicate, and the next he was eager and venal. He leaned in for another peck, making this one thoughtful. He reached in between both of your bodies, one hand moving his wrist around his cock in two short bursts. He let the tip kiss the very outskirts of your center.

Armin slipped himself in, but not completely making himself comfortable. Upon impact, you clamped your eyes shut taking in the feeling of him stretching you with a nice burn. Your jaw fell open and a lewd squeak cracked from your throat. Armin unsteadily sighed.

"Okay?" He muttered, browsing for a sign to continue.

"Yes."

Armin swallowed. He took a deep inhale, getting a hint of your smell as he did so. You still smelled of the perfume you applied earlier in the day, along with the aroma of wine and bonfire. The fragrance was tagged in Armin's memory as a scent that brought him immense comfort.

He let the feeling absorb in his chest as he bottomed out, taking in everything about you; How he had hit that spongy wall, letting him know he had reached the limit. How you fit around him so perfectly as if your bodies were crafted for each other. How sweet you sounded when he began to move his hips.

"Fuck," he murmured, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You had never heard him say fuck before.

He tucked his face down to your neck, kissing and sucking on a tender spot behind your ear that you didn't know you had. Tiny moans escaped from his lips.

Your senses were turned up to one thousand. The sound of the people around you faded out, while Armin faded in. His energy wrapped around yours like a security blanket, feeling so safe and protected. Armin filled you completely. Every time he moved upward into you, you could feel him deep in your abdomen. If he was a hair bigger, your body might give way.

He was moving just a little too slow for your liking. If you were going to have Armin, you wanted to have him as much as you could. You lacked the tolerance for sensual love making.

"Can you... go a little faster?" You meekly insisted.

No questions asked. A low, lustful moan came from deep within Armin's chest. You didn't think such a noise could be made from him. Armin gathered what he could of your hair and held on, wanting to have the feeling of your hair around and in between his fingers. Your hands dug into his shoulders. He emphasized his thrusts up one point, giving you exactly what you had needed.

"Just like that, yes..." You gasped.

Armin's lips were on yours again. They drew to each other like magnets, tongues touching.

How was it possible that Armin wanted more of you? The way you felt wrapped around his dick was indescribable. You were warm, inviting, tempting. Armin was hypnotized, drunk off of something else other than the wine.

"Tell m-me," he wheezed. "Tell me how good it f-feels. I want to hear you."

"So fucking good. Harder, please." You puffed, practically begging. Armin smiled against your cheek.

You noticed he was skipping and sputtering over himself. His speech may have faltered a few times, but his hips and thrusts certainly did not.

"You’re so fuckin’ tight." He shamelessly mewled in your ear, sending chills through your body. His words alone almost sent you overboard.

Armin adjusted himself to balance on his hands. He helped himself up with one while the other pushed one of your legs back, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He hardened his thrusts into you while simultaneously keeping the same fast paced rhythm you had asked him to do before. There wasn't a single thought in your head that wasn't about how mind-blowing Armin's cock was.

"Oh, shit, I-" He suddenly gasped like a fish out of water.

Armin sprung back, quickly pulling himself out from you and leaving an empty feeling so sad you genuinely felt disappointed. His tip slid up against you and rested on your pubic bone. Three white ropes painted themselves onto your stomach, and even between your breasts. His hands rested on your knee as he haphazardly released himself, sputtering strained whimpers.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He choked, a hand coming to cover his mouth in horror. Armin began to spiral, frantically looking for something to clean you up with.

"It's okay." Was all you could manage to say.

You were out of breath, dizzy and drunk off of sex. You sat up on your elbows, needing a new position to take in bigger breaths to recollect yourself.

He sighed, cheeks and lips flushed a violent cherry red. He awkwardly reached around behind him for his suit jacket and took out a handkerchief that was folded in the pocket. He lightly ran it across your skin, wiping away his embarrassing mess.

"I can hold myself together better than this. I just... lost control, I guess." He stiffly chuckled.

His hand still rested on your knee as he cleaned you up. You placed your hand over his, taking his fingers and squeezing them. Armin glanced at your hands together, and then back at you. He gave a sheepish grin and a small shrug of his shoulders. His thumb rubbed the skin it rested over.

"Are you alright?" He asked while you tried to still your beating heart.

"Y-Yeah. Honestly I'm a little fucked out." You laughed, Armin joining in on you too. He was embarrassed, but not so much anymore.

Armin didn't try to hide that he was staring at you, eyes scanning you like one of his books. If this was anyone else, you'd be dressed and on your way out. Your mind was stuck. His eyes moved from your legs, thinking of how he wanted to live right in the middle, up to your collarbone where he graced you with deep red and purple love bruises and bites. Armin placed his hands on your other knee. His touch was suddenly heavier.

"You haven't come, right?" He assumed.

With every passing beat of silence, Armin leaned into your space. His hands gingerly slid down to the middle of your thighs.

"No." You admitted.

Without breaking eye contact, Armin repositioned himself to lay on his stomach. You let him kindly part your legs, his mouth hovering over where you were craving him the most. He swallowed the saliva that all of a sudden started to pool under his tongue.

"Can I?" Armin asked while lightly tracing the outside of your labia with one finger, spreading around the slick that you created.

You could hear in his tone that he was desperately wanting you to give him the go ahead. You paused for dramatic effect, staring him down as well. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, blue eyes batting at you, begging.

"Yes." You huffed, wanting nothing more.

Armin broke eye contact to dive his face right in between your legs. He licked one clean stripe through your pussy, making your lungs stop working mid-breath. Without pause, he pushed a single finger into you. You wiggled and whined under his mouth latching onto your clit.

Armin looked back up. Those blue eyes that were always so bright had deepened to indistinguishable lust. He added another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of you while he kitten licked your clit. His tongue felt warm, soothing the ache like ice to a fever.

He had fallen into a rhythm that he was comfortable with. He noticed you responded better when he curled his fingers upwards, sighs and whines pushing past your moans and heavy breathing. A shiver went down Armin’s spine when you gently placed your hands through his hair, tugging at his blonde roots. He hummed, sending vibrations through your lower body as if he had struck a gong.

Armin kept his pace. His working fingers made your walls clench tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue and pump of his wrist. You knew he could feel it. He knew that you knew that he could feel your peak rising higher and higher, closer and closer. Armin popped off your clit for a brief moment to speak, his lips smacked together.

“Say my name.” He instructed, not looking up. His blue eyes had closed, engulfed in his procedure.

“Armin…” You breathlessly whisper.

Armin buzzed. The sound of his name coming off of your lips activated an obsessive instinct. He had to have you finish. Armin had half of a mind to withdraw his fingers from you, take a hold of your thighs and absolutely drown in licking you until you had succumbed to his touch. However, he needed to feel you unwind around his hand. Armin quickened his fingers. From the way you were shaking underneath him, grasping onto his hair to keep him his place, your erotic and lewed moaning and whimpering, you were on the brink of completion.

“Say my name again. I like the way it sounds when you say it.” Armin spoke barely above a whisper.

“Armin, please. I-I’m gonna come.” You mouthed to him.

“Give it to me, love. I want it.”

With those words, all of the tension built up within your walls had come undone. You clamped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hush yourself. You throbbed around Armin’s fingers, slick running down the back of his hand. He kept licking at your clit, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. You didn’t want him to. He didn’t want to. You wanted him to keep going, but you had reached your breaking point. You tapped out, touching his shoulder.

Your head was pounding, the back of your calves trembling, heart rate reached a dangerous speed that would probably warrant you to seek medical attention had you not been coming down from an orgasm. You put a hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath as you laid back on the pillows. For a brief moment, you zoned out.

Armin removed himself, sitting up on his knees, but only after he blessed the inside of your thighs with little kisses, not wanting to come up for air. He sheepishly wiped away the slick that clung around the corners of his mouth with the back of his opposite hand. Armin crawled his way up your body, kissing your stomach and chest on the way to your face. He hovered over you for a moment.

“You okay?” He asked. Forming words seemed to be too difficult of a task at the moment, so you nodded.

“Are you sure? Do you need anything?” Armin pressed. His tone of voice was quiet.

Right before your eyes, Armin had changed. His eyes softened, a timid gloss coated his irises. Armin’s aura was different, no longer emitting lust. Instead, he was apprehensive and hesitant, searching and waiting.

You were significantly more sober. The realization had finally struck that it was Armin who lay on top of you completely undressed and exposed in a new light. You had seen Armin cry, be sick and injured, at some of his lowest points — and he had seen you on some of your darkest days as well. This was intimacy at its height of vulnerability.

You smiled at him, face split with genuine happiness. You gently raised your hands to take a hold of Armin’s jaw, something you always wanted to do unironically. He leaned into your touch.

“I am fantastic.” You giggled.

Armin clung to your laugh like a plant that needed water, chuckling along with you. He lowered himself to meet his lips to yours. The kiss was quick but still shaded with passion. You could taste the hint of yourself on him. Armin then got off of you, rolling to the side and sitting up.

For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t. As soon as he rose, his head began to swirl and his mouth became very dry all of a sudden. All that was near was wine. It wouldn’t help the headache, but it would aid the sore-itch he felt in his throat. Armin took a swig, and offered you the bottle.

“Are you thirsty?” Armin asked.

You replied slower than you should have, which caused Armin to turn around to face you. His movement broke you from the fixation of staring at the pink claw marks you had accidentally given him around his shoulder blades. That thought then led you to see how toned Armin’s entire back actually was. Then, that thought led back to how you had scored a night with someone you cared about deeply.

You snapped yourself back to reality, digging your longest fingernail into a cuticle deep enough to bring a sting in case you were actually dreaming.

“I’m alright on wine.” You declined. You stretched, spreading your arms up over your head.

“Understandable.” Armin shrugged, sensing the humor in your tone. Perhaps that was enough wine.

Armin put the bottle to the side, deciding to leave it there as it is for the night. He noticed the way you made yourself smaller, clenching your muscles from the mind breeze blowing through the fabrics of the tent. The lantern in the corner provided some relief, but not for long as Armin would have to put it out soon. He didn’t want this private moment to be captured by shadows.

Armin spied a loosely folded pile of blankets off to his left, and grabbed one. Armin draped it over you. He pulled it all the way up to your shoulder, and then tucked himself in next to you and hooked his arm around your waist. You accepted Armin’s quiet embrace.

Armin was the happiest he probably has ever been, but there was a heaviness in his chest. Physically, you and him were as close as you could get, but a bigger presence seemed to take over and pull you both apart. Armin wondered if you could also feel the way the space had changed. This was all he had wanted, and Armin had it right in the palm of his hand. In the midst of his silent victory lingered a question he didn’t know how to ask.

What happens now?

There was silence between you both, but beyond the world you had encased yourselves in the festivities continued. They seem to have gotten louder. The music that had stopped for a rest kicked back up again, people raised their voices to be heard over one another. Everyone outside carried on as if you and Armin hadn’t disappeared together.

You wondered if anyone noticed that.

Behind Armin’s eyes, his mind was at work. You could practically visualize the gears in his head working overtime. Curiosity gnawed at your mind, what was he thinking about? You wondered if he was thinking of the same thing you were: What does all of this mean, and how are you both moving forward? You knew what you wanted, Armin as a whole. There was no question about it. How would you ask him what he wanted?

The space around you both began to get smaller, just as it had in the heat of the moment. Armin began to feel anxious as he had earlier, except there was no more wine in his system to drown out the dread in his chest. He has fantasized about eleven different scenarios on how he could confess his feelings for you. None of them were similar to the way it was happening now and he definitely wasn’t as prepared as he thought. Armin was at a loss for words. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words did not leave his lips. He carefully grasped your hand, your fingers overlapping his. If only he could share his thoughts through touch, then he wouldn’t need to explain how glad he was that this had happened.

That stomach cramp had come back. You were about to say something, it was on the very tip of your tongue. You opened your mouth to speak, then silenced yourself immediately. Your hesitation had caught Armin’s attention. He looked at you, ready to listen. He could feel his own heartbeat in his ears.

“That was fun.” You stated.

How strange, the words you spoke out loud weren’t the ones you were thinking to yourself. Armin sat up abruptly.

“Do you mean it? I’m sorry I came so soon, I promise I have more self control.” Armin’s apology was laced with a hint of negotiation. The pink on his cheeks grew a hue darker.

“Of course I mean it! I meant everything I said.” You practically placed your hint under Armin’s nose. Whether it was going to be picked up or not depended on him. You could hear your blood rushing through your veins.

Armin turned to face you. He took a quick breath in and out, relief swimming around in his chest. A comforting smile grew on his lips. He took your hand again, grasping it tighter than he had all night.

“I also meant everything I said.” Armin agreed. Your hint was received.

As if this couldn’t be a more perfect moment, the cramp in your stomach tightened and twisted. Loudly. You cringed from the small pinch it gave you, and also from the embarrassment of your hunger being so loud.

“Why didn’t you say you were hungry?” Armin asked.

“I wasn’t hungry then.” You shrugged.

“We can go back out there if you want. Unless you want to stay here? I can bring you something.” Armin offered.

Before you had even given him an answer, he was already dressing himself. That was when you realized you were still nude. You began to search for your clothes.

“I think we’ve hid back here long enough.” You teased.

You and Armin both stood up, dressing and adjusting your clothes to fit back onto your bodies. Armin had dressed before you, waiting patiently by the tapestry you both had come through. He had his jacket draped over his arm. He took a quick peek out into the crowd. He first spotted Eren, still sitting with the same group of men. Mikasa hadn’t moved, but Sasha had joined her side. Jean and Connie were chatting up the same group of women. It seemed that hardly any time had passed at all.

“How do I look? Do I look put together?” You asked as you adjusted your skirt around your hips.

Armin admired your outfit. You were dressed in Marleyean’s fashion to blend in more with the crowd. It was a different change of pace from your usual wardrobe. Still, you made it work for you in ways you didn’t apparently see.

“I think you look very pretty, as per usual.” Armin said casually. His complement soaked through you, seeping in more of your cracks Armin didn’t occupy until after this night.

“Here, put this on.” He handed you his jacket.

You paused.

“It’s a little cooler out now.” Armin insisted.

You took his jacket and placed it loosely around your shoulders, it smelled just like him. Armin pulled the curtain back, motioning for you to walk ahead of him. You tucked your head, thanking him quietly.

“You can sit with Mikasa and I if you’d like.” Armin kindly offered.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change of lighting. You glanced around the room to find Mikasa. She and Sasha were leaning against each other talking.

“That sounds good to me.”

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#this took every last brain cell i had #holy SHIT.#lmk if i should turn this into a whole fic or not #my writing #armin arlert #armin x fem reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x reader #armin x black reader #armin fluff #armin smut #armin imagine #arimin fic #armin one shot #heat waves

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of demons, ghosts, over all spooky stuff

↳ song: sweet dreams in sea major—miracle musical

masterlist!

• Shane leads an interesting life

• Er, afterlife, I suppose, considering he had only sprouted his black, fluffy wings after being plucked from the land of the living

• But I digress

• Besides—he was happy

• He had never been the kind of demon to engage in all that blood torture and acult shit anyways. Instead, he took pleasure in harmlessly scaring assholes or the occasion teenager that he would stumble upon durring the witching hour—although that was mostly code for a three am dunkin' doughnuts run

• "The munchies are a serious thing, Ryan. What can I say?" He had shrugged nonchalauntly once, grinning goofily down at his friend that had just been asking about the bags under his eyes—which resulted in tales of his midnight snack runs. You stood with your arms crossed not too far away, shaking your head slowly, but Shane could see the hint of a smile tugging at your lips

• "You really meet to get better sleep, dude. I'd hate to postpone filming for TMS, but you know I will if you aren't up to it. Doesn't mean that Steven won't give you hell for not letting him do his bit with Ricky though." Ryan had just sighed, rubbing at his own eyes as if the conversation itself had tired him out. But just like how Shane had noticed with you, he could see the ravenette resisting the urge to smile

• "I mean, insomnia is the first sign of possession after all. Can't have a supernatural being living inside of the company, our fans would give us hell." At last came his joke. It earned a snort from you, pleasing Ryan, whose eyes crinkled at the edges pleasantly

• Shane just grinned sharply

• If only you two knew

• That was another fun thing about his chosen predicament

• I mean, come on. A demon who's best friends with someone terrified of them? All the while pretending he doesn't believe anything of the sort? At this point, he should just up and leave for Juliard. A degree in acting was a shoe in for sure with how he had been living the past few years of his eternal damnation

• And it was all the more fun with you there as well, the yin to his and Ryan's yang. Always ready with just the right thing to say in the moment or a shitty pun you had heard the other day. Throw Steven in the mix and the four of you were thick as fucking theives

• There were some downsides though. With life (er, death?) there always was

• Ghost Files was one of the things Shane looked forward to the most at Watcher. Doing Buzzfeed Unsolved had been amazing, and even though he was an inhuman being that could crumble businesses with a flick of his pointed tail if he wanted to—demons did play a part in evil corporations after all—it felt liberating to build Watcher from the ground up with Ryan, Steven, and you.

• Plus, there was the added bonus of more shows now—one of which included puppets. He particularly enjoyed that one

• But Ghost Files was the crowned jewel. The one thing everyone—crew, audience, staff, even cameramen—looked forward to

• What can I say. Old habits die hard—and most of these people had been doing Buzzfeed Unsolved since they could properly hold a mic. It felt good to do something familiar

• And that's what it had been like for Shane. He was excited, no, downright giddy, to be back in the element of ghosts and ghouls

• It was fun to watch you and Ryan skirt around an entirely ghost free house, nerves on end as the two of you jumped every little noise. Most of which Shane made

• That's not to say that the three of you didn't find haunted places. Oh no. You most certainly did. The Sally House was the most memorable of them

• That demon really had been ready to kill Ryan and you that night. Right on the pentagram in the basement. But Shane had been able to coax (read: threaten) it into not doing anything but flash a flashlight once or twice

• But sometimes, his true form wasn't enough to spook off the spooks, so to say. It was rare, but occasionally some brave, or incredibly stupid, ghosts would try their luck at laying a hand on you or Ryan

• That got them a one way ticket to the second death they would ever have the pleasure of experiencing. The one delt out by Shane being arguably worse than anything that happened in their mortal lifetime

• He cared for his people. It was as simple as that. So what if that made him unethical as a demon. He played around with hand puppets half the time for fucks sake and he enjoyed it. He was far from an ethical demon at this point, and he was fine with that

• Didn't mean that having to ward off spirits didn't put him into a bad mood though

• Shane would probably never admit it, but the idea of something hurting you two while he wasn't there to protect you left a taste as bad as brimstone in his mouth

• "Shane? Dude, you're looking pale. Well paler than usual." You had stopped in the middle of filming once to comment on his appearance, trying to hide the way you sucked at your cheeks with anxiety. "Don't tell me you've finally cracked and begun to get scared by all this."

• Ryan had smiled at your joke. But the smile slowly slid off his face as he took another look at Shane, who was not laughing in the slightest

• "That Taco Bell we ate earlier didn't settle well, that's all." Shane's excuse was flimsy, but he couldn't care less right then. He just wanted to stay as close to you two and the crew as possible in case another spirit tried anything

• "Alright. But if you need to say the word and we can take a break." You said steadily, jabbing Ryan in the gut playfuly when he didn't automatically back you up

• "Yeah! Yeah, what they said. And jeez you didn't have to hit me so hard. Asshole—"

• "Oh you wanna go Bergara?" You had laughed, comically winding your arm up like Popeye used to do in the cartoons. Ryan scoffed, donning his Ricky Goldsworth voice as he began to fake fight with you

• The sight was enough to bring a small smile to Shane's face. The two of you always managed to do that

• "Nerds." He chuckled, bad mood already begining to lift a little

• "Loser." Both you and Ryan threw back the insult at the same time, laughing all the while

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ikamigami · 4 months

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People really don't understand what I'm talking about when I'm saying that Sun is afraid of himself and believes he's evil..

I decided to share something from my personal life.. some event in my life that was haunting me for more or less a decade of my life and it still gets to me sometimes..

When I was in my first year of junior high school.. I was still 12 years old iirc.. we had a Christmas party in our choir club and our music teacher told me.. no, wished me to be not that selfish.. I couldn't believe what I heard.. I only smiled awkwardly and nodded accepting the wishes.. it messed me up so badly because I was already struggling with my delusions.. and I legit thought that my fears, my delusions were true because of what that teacher told me.. because if it's so visible that others see it that must mean that I'm truly disgusting selfish individual.. I felt awful and after that day my mental state was getting progressively worse.. Ofc I told that to my mom and to my sisters.. they all agreed that the teacher shouldn't say that.. but because of my delusions I believed the teacher more than my own family..

I saw the exact same thing with Sun.. when Old Moon was saying in mocking way "you never did anything wrong" or Eclipse saying "you want to do horrible things" or Lunar saying "you act just like a person you tries to get rid of".. I felt that deeply within me.. and seeing Sun how he was later saying "I wanted to be good for once".. or his hallucinations saying "you enjoyed it" or "you're just like me"..

Like that shit definitely got into Sun's head.. no, stop.. it actually got into his head because hallucinations prove exactly that! He's hacking scared that he'll let someone who may appear in his head to kill just like it happened on July 16th.. "we're use your body once again".. and he's scared that he made OM, BM and Eclipse be like that "if you didn't make [Eclipse]" (or something among those lines cause I think that he said that he made someone in his head as a replacement for Moon.. for me it heavily implied that it was about Eclipse - it was said by Rotrick which we know is creator himself).. Sun blames himself for everything bad that happened!

Sun is acting/behaving exactly like me - actually he is better er.. person than me lol

I know it's hard to understand the way delusional person thinks cause it's well.. very detached from reality so I get it that people don't have any idea what I'm talking about ^^

Also I'm wondering if what that teacher told me might be considered traumatising.. cause I legit don't know xD

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #tw delusion #tw hallucinations #tw personal

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mysticficti0n · 1 year

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At long last

Warnings- fluffy, swearing, mentions of drugs, romance, part them drunk (thats all I think) words- 3480 N/A- Hey guys this is my first Ryan Dunn fic and I don't know how to feel, I feel part of it is good but others not much but I wrote it literally all day, so enjoy ♥︎

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"dude just ask her out!" Bam whined poking at his best friend who just sulked onto the sofa "whats the worst that'll happen?"

"she says no and I've ruined a relationship I've had since I was 14 years old- thats the worst that can happen" he huffed playing with his watch, Ryan wasn't usually that nervous about girls and romance but something about asking his long time friend out scared him shitless "plus she wouldn't wanna be with me anyways I'm a fucking ass" Bam rolled his eyes, Bam knew his friend was a wuss, but he though he'd have the balls for this, it was Y/n for gods sake not like they've never met before

"look man we are all going out tomorrow so why not just ask her out to dinner? thats not going 'BE MY GIRLFRIEND' its kinda... breaking the ice, even though you've know her for 10 years" his friend laughed at the words coming from his own mouth "10 years and you're fucking scared!"

"yes 10-fucking-years so it is a big deal! me asking her to dinner could sound sketchy I mean come on the girl knows stuff I do before I do!" Ryan covered his face with his hands and groaned erring a slap on the head from Bam

"you need to stop being such a pussy" the brown hair boy spat walking out the room to who knows where leaving Ryan to his own thoughts which only made him feel 100x worse, but he did realise Bam was right he needed to stop being a pussy about it, he's been in love with Y/n since they were in high school but never said anything to anyone... until one night at a party were he drunkly told Bam who hadn't forgot

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"Oh dude Y/n's over there!" Bam called pointing to her, god she looked stunning, the red dress hugged her body perfectly

"she looks beautiful" Ryan whispered, eyes struggling to tare away from the girl as she laughed grabbing a drink with another girl but she wasn't a scratch on her

"you like her or something?" Bam asked turning back to his friend

"yeah man, she's fucking gorgeous how could I not like her!" Ryan hadn't realised the words that came out but he did feel somewhat relieved. The night carried on, nu metal music blaring through the house they were in and people screaming and shouting everywhere

"Hey Bam!" a voice that Ryan knew all to well spoke "How are ya? sorry I was gonna come over but Kayce caught me, Kayce come meet Bam!" he looked up to see Y/n the same red dress but he could see every detail on if now, lace and red sequins embezzled down the length, rings and bracelets decorated her hands and wrists, chunky black heals with a gold clasp "Hey Ry!" she called

"how you doin' doll" Ryan spoke getting a laugh from the girl

"weirdo! I'm good, you?" she side hugged him and his hands settled on her hips "you look nice by the way, is that the shirt my mom bought you for Christmas?" she asked stroking his chest

"I'm better now you're here and yeah it is, it matches your dress" he smiled down at he girl who's Y/E/C eyes were already on his

"I feel sexy in this dress, Marcus called me a whore when I wore it" she sulked, Marcus was her ex-boyfriend, evil bastard he was but thanks to Ryan and Novak she didn't need to worry anymore

"I bet Dunny boy finds you ravishing in it Y/N/N" Bam laughed tapping her shoulder getting a death glare from his best friend "sorry sweetheart!" he blew a kiss to his friend and walked away again

"don't listen to him" the blonde spat "dickhead"

"do I not look ravishing Ry?" Y/n spoke jokingly swirling her hair around her finger, if he could Ryan would get on his knees then and there and tell her how good she looked, Jesus Christ he'd worship the women, but he had to keep himself from doing so...

"you- you look beautiful Y/n" she blushed pressing a kiss to his cheek

"thanks Dunn"

Bam saw the interaction and knew one day he'd be a uncle to their child, it was disgustingly obvious the two liked each other but he also knew neither would say a thing "fucking pansies"

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The next day came round quicker than Ryan could think, he grabbed blue jeans and a white shirt, his wallet, cigarettes, lighter, phone and car keys "BAM COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO!" Ryan shouted hearing footsteps quickening down the hall and Bam stood with a CKY shirt on and baggy shorts "come on I told Y/n I'd pick her up Dico's already at hers"

"oooh think they fucked?" Bam pushed getting a slap "someones jealous"

"fuck off" Ryan stormed walking out the door to his car, the engine began and the two sped off to Y/n's house, luckily it wasn't to far so in five minuets Ryan was knocking her door "Y/N HURRY UP! GET DICO OUT HERE" he began to pound the door which was opened at the end of his sentence

"Ryan Dunn! will you cut it out bloody hell!" her mom Vicky warned making him laugh

"sorry why is she taking forever though!" she rolled her eyes

"I don't know hun- oh and Dico isn't here he went with Chris" Ryan nodded leaning up the door "what are you doing today? CKY things?"

"I think so, we found this abandoned rail way thing so were checking that out and Y/n wanted to come" she smiled

"why don't you go up and grab her knowing my daughter she's either still doing her eyeliner or still finding what to wear" Ryan laughed pressing a kiss to the older women's cheek and jumped up the stairs, he went down to the door with the sign 'Y/n's room' and stood outside

"well I don't know... what if- yes Jessica I know but what if I doesn't go right.... I'm not scared... he'll be there! you don't know what you're fucking talking about... fuck off Jessi" he herd a click from the room and a furious groan "Stupid fucking bitch can't listen to a single fucking thing I fucking say I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill that whore-" the words kept spilling out before Ryan decided to knock the door "Yeah?" he twisted the doorknob and walked in to see Y/n, black tube top, blue low waisted jeans held up by a studded belt and her belly piercing jewel shining in the light, a cross necklace hung from her neck and her make up looked- goddess like- smokey eye, red glossed lips accompanied by her nose-ring "oh hey Ry" her voice sounded happier than before

"what was all that about?" he asked leaning on her closet "thought you and Jessica were friends" she rolled her eyes

"so did I until now... it doesn't matter though, ready to go?" Ryan was concerned about the girl, she wasn't one to usually be in a mood or angry but he brushed it off as in fairness they needed to go "you look nice by the way" she complemented going past him out the door to grab her hoodie

"thanks I'm liking the absolute no coordination between us, you look like Bam if he was a girl and I look like a basic white man" she laughed at the boy coming out her room and closing the door "bye Vic, we will probs be back by like 9-10 o'clock ish and I'll drop her off" her mother nodded hugging Ryan then her daughter

"be safe you two and Y/n don't let you're father see you in a outfit like this, he'd kill you, zip your hoodie when you come home!" she warned

"will do mom, see you later!" the two waved and ran to the car were Bam was sat with his eyes closed "so were are we going?"

"shit! you took your fucking time" he spat looking at the girl, Bam and Y/n were good friends, even went to prom together- now though they smoke weed, drink and skate together along with the others, but they fight like brother and sister most days

"fuck off I was busy- I take pride in how I look unlike some" he huffed, Ryan started the car again and made their way to the old rail way, luckily the roads were mostly empty so in quick time they made it, as there 3 got out they were met with Rake, Novak, Dico, Raab and Rake's sister Sophia "SOPHIA!" the girls ran to each other hugging and giggling about something, in which the boys thought they'd do the same

"OH RAABY!" Bam kissed the boys cheek "TEHEHEHEHE" he said rather loud getting a 'ugh' from the girls the group decided to start going through the woods to the railway line

Y/n and Sophia stayed chatting toward the back of the group while all the boys were huddled together, Novak said it wasn't a long walk but then again Novak did crack so who was he to trust? Ryan didn't notice but he constantly kept checking over his shoulder to see Y/n which Bam found amusing seeing his friend so desperate to just have a glance at the girl

"dude she isn't going to run off" he shoved at Ryan "you gonna ask her tonight?"

"I don't know man she isn't in the greatest mood today and I don't want her to have extra stress on top of that and-" Bam waved his hands at the man cutting him off

"Ry stop making excuses if you don't ask her today I will for you" panic rushed through the blonde

"no don't do that" he whispered getting a smirk from him "Bam"

"hey Y/n!" Bam turned back to the two behind

"Bam no fucks sake I'll do it, I'll do it!" Ryan shouted

"yeah?" Y/n called looking confused

"you look like a whore" she gave the boy a thumbs up and went back to her conversation like nothing happened "you are a lucky man Dunn"

after another half hour of walking the group finally got to the tracks, they were all decade and rotting, spray painted and worn "wow... glad we walked here to see this shit" Sophia crossed her arms "Novak you said this would be 'cool' its literally dead pieces of wood"

"sorry baby, it looked cooler last time I was here" he huffed "the view's good though, you can see west town over there and here is were I smoked pot with Nabi" everyone laughed

"well I was meant to get my lip pierced.. now" Y/n spoke checking her phone "i'm thrilled we're doing this instead" Ryan watched the girl slump down to the floor and just stare into the sky, he felt bad and knew if she wasn't in a good mood before, she defiantly wasn't now

"why don't we look round for stuff, there's gotta be something cool around" Dico spoke kicking sticks on the floor

"yeah okay, lets go" Raab agreed and the group began to go back into the wood, Ryan looked back at Y/n, she just sat their and hugged her knees

"I'll catch up in a sec" he yelled to the group who said their okays and carried on walking, he went back to the girl on the floor "what did Jessica say?" she looked up to him, her eyes had tears forming in the corners

"she and Marcus are getting together... and she wouldn't listen to what I was saying about him that he's not a nice person! and she kept saying shit about the guy I like and all I was doing was looking out for her" she whimpered wiping her eyes "Marcus nearly fucking killed me- emotionally but still, everything he did to me he'll do to Jessi and I just want her to be okay" Ryan reached a hand to the girl and pulled her up into a tight hug, letting her get it all out her system on his shoulder, he knew this is what she needed, just to talk... he had an idea

"do you wanna go? I can call Bam and we can go out for lunch, just me and you?" her eyes met with his brown ones and nodded "okay, lets go" His hand instinctively went to hers to which she gladly excepted, with his free hand he pulled his phone out and called bam

"yeah?" he answered

"me and Y/n are going to get lunch-"

"use protection!" Bam snickered

"get fucked" Ryan ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket

after an extremely long walk they finally made it back to the car which was warm due to the West Chester summer heat "what do you want to eat?" he asked starting the engine

"italian"

"Limoncello sound good?" she nodded and the two set off back to town listening to the random songs the radio played "besides the whole Jessi thing, how are you?" she laughed

"I'm good, I mean wish I could've got my lip pierced but I'm getting a free dinner at Limoncello so I'm not complaining" Ryan looked to the girl

"free?" she nodded "who said it's free?"

"me I forgot my purse, thanks babe for paying" she laughed rubbing his chin "I'll give you the money don't worry" Ryan shook his head

"its a treat... date even" he blushed slightly seeing a smile spread across her face

"was this a big elaborate plan to get me on a date with you Ry?" her eyes seemed drowsy in his, Y/n's hand combed back his hair

"maybe but it wasn't huge, more last minuet... would you be annoyed if it was?" the Y/H/C haired girl shook her head "good" he smiled

after another 10 minuets they made it to the restaurant which wasn't to busy, they walked in and waited to be seated by their server "okay here we are, can I get you any drinks?" the man asked looking toward the table

"Stella for me" he nodded and looked towards the girl

"and for you darling" Ryan felt him self become tense at the word 'darling' who did he think he was talking to?

"cosmopolitan please" she grinned up to the man

"of course, have that to you soon" he walked away and Y/n looked back to Ryan

"you okay?" he nodded "you look angry"

"I'm fine, anyways we were saying about Marcus and Jessica" she nodded explaining her story, Ryan could've listened to her voice for ever go on and on about anything

"and she said he said he could do so much better than me and called me a tramp!" Y/n said angrily slamming her hands on the table

"well- you could do much better than that lanky red head anyways he was a dick to you" she nodded bringing her drink to her lips "actually didn't you say she was making fun of the guy you liked earlier" Ryan spoke inquisitively

"yeah what about it?"

"who do you like?" he cooed to her making her giggle at the childishness of her friend "do I know them?"

"Ryan we're 24 and 23 not in 9th grade why do you wanna know so bad" Y/n smiled

"because I wanna know if my best friend has good taste in men" she furrowed her brows "Please Y/n" he begged

"its embarrassing" she spoke trying to escape the conversation "lets just order food" her eyes scanned for a waiter or someone but her face was pulled back- literally- Ryans hand cupped her chin and made sure she couldn't get out of his grip "Ry-"

"you can tell me Y/n, I wont be mean or judge or anything" she sighed seeing a smile grow across his face she played with the idea of actually telling him but it kind of fell out

"it's you Ryan"

Ryan felt his heart jump into a halt... him? no she has to be joking he thought "what?" is all that came out with a laugh

"I like you- like a lot and have for ages...yeah laugh it up" confidence grew in the girl as she spoke "and I get if you don't feel the same its totally fine" she blabbered on as her speechless friend just sat listening "I mean we've been friends for 10 years and this is crazy"

Ryan knew he could now let his feeling be free "I like you too, so much I've just never had the balls to say it to you" her eyes widened and so did her smile "since we were kids I've always thought you were beautiful then after High school I just fell even more for you" the two's eyes locked together and they seemed the only person in the world to each other, everything was silent besides the one talking

"so you're fully serious" she asked hoping it wasn't one of Ryans many pranks

"deadly"

the two ate dinner in near silence besides a few thank you's and hums of delight, underneath the covered table Y/n intertwined her legs with his and using her foot rubbed his leg reassuringly, Ryan paid the bill and got up offering his hand to the girl, they walked out to see the street lamps illuminating the Barron streets

"thank you for dinner" Y/n gleamed up to the boy who was just a bit taller than her

"no problem, we should do it again" he smirked leading her back to the car, as the two climbed in and set off again Ryan tipped a few mints into his mouth and Y/n did the same "so home?" she nodded.... through out the drive Ryan's hand went from the wheel to her hand and then her inner thigh giving Y/n butterflies every time his finger tapped along to the song playing in the background

The car pulled into her street which Y/n internally sighed as she didn't want to leave Ryan after the night they had, they came to a stop in front of her house which was dimly lit from the inside "I'll walk you up" Ry spoke letting go of the girl who now felt cold, he came over and opened the door giving his hand once again

"such a gentleman" she laughed seeing a redness appear on his face, she got out and lent against the car "thank you for tonight Ry, I loved it"

"I'm glad... tonight didn't go how I expected honestly, but I'm glad it did... sorry that felt like a shit way of saying it- I'm bad at these things" he grinned dopily, he knew it was time to say goodnight to her but he couldn't let go of her "ready?" he asked she nodded solemnly and they begun up the drive to the front door with every step it meant the night was coming to a end... he didn't want to let go of her hand, it felt so right in his, the pair got just before her front door and sighed "Thanks for today Y/n"

"no thank you- again- I didn't think we'd ever do this either but I really enjoyed it" Y/n nervously bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she gazed up into Ryan's warm eyes. the night slipped away, there was still one thing that Y/n needed to do before saying goodbye though.

"Ryan," she whispered softly, her gaze flickering to his lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once more. "Can I... can I kiss you goodnight?"

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, a warm smile spreading across his features as he took a step closer. "I was hoping you would ask that," he replied, his voice low and husky with a hint of anticipation.

Without another word, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes as Ryan's hands came to rest on her hips. For a moment, they simply stood there, drinking each other in as their lips brushed against each other in a tender, gentle kiss. It was soft, slow and filled with all the promises of what could be.

As they parted, Y/n looked up at him with a shy smile, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Goodnight, Ryan," she whispered.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, a sparkle in his eye. "Sweet dreams."

With one last lingering look, Y/n turned and walked into her house, her heart beating wildly in her chest. For a moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice but she knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

#ryan dunn #jackass #bam margera #fluffy #Random hero #mtv #2000's

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the-knaves-world · 2 years

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Operation: Sebeks grandfather's acceptance

Lilia x reader

Fluff

Something I thought of randomly and spent way too much time on

Hope you enjoy

“So Sebek" you start off this interaction the only way you could think to, just rip the bandage right off. "About your family."

Sebek looks a bit miffed at the mention of his family. "What makes you think you can just ask about my family out of the blue, human?" Sebek just kinda folds his arms at the thought and gives you a withering look.

"Well, not to bring up anything unpleasant but your family is the only fae and human partnership that I know of."

“My grandfather would not want to meet you, dumb human.” Sebek huffs and looks a little grumpy. Well at least you tried.

“My grandfather didn’t exactly like my father. What makes you think he would be excited to meet another human?”

Sebek looked, well you didn’t have a word for it exactly. “Do you think he would be opposed to meeting me, if it was to measure a humans worth for someone he knows?” Suffice it to say that Sebek was left floundering with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Might as well ask Malleus if he would be ok taking you to Briar Valley to meet the former soldier.

‘Not how i was hoping to meet Lilias old comrade. Better than it being in a dramatic scene though.’ Time to head over to Diasomnia.

As you walk over to the mirror hall, Sebek catches up to you. “Human, are you serious about Sir Lilia?” You shake your head at his question.

“Had I not made that clear to everyone that has seen me with him? Maybe I need to be more affectionate with him in public.” He seems a little appalled at that suggestion. Messing with him is just way too easy sometimes.

Finally making it through Diasomnias mirror and through the dorms double doors, you plop down onto the common room couch. “So Sebek, what are your parents like?” The rest of the time waiting for Lilia and the others was spent learning about sebeks family. His grandpa and mom seem pretty cool. His dad seems to love his mom and all his kids. Sebek softened a bit when you explained to him that you had a desire to gain the approval of other people in Lilias life, having already gained Malleus and Silvers.

Just when you were considering baking some cookies to make the wait less boring, Malleus and Silver walked through the doors. “Hey guys. Where is Lilia?” Malleus walked over to the couch and sat next to you. “Lilia is currently at his music club, something about a last minute meeting for an upcoming event.”

As the guys were settling into a comfortable silence you decided that you should ask before Lilia gets back. “Malleus, would we be able to take a trip to the valley of thorns?” Malleus shot you a look somewhere between shocked and happily amused.

“Why yes, child of man, we could. Any particular reason?” Malleus had that little smile that flashed his fangs at you, he knows something is up. Shuffling down the couch a bit to make room for Silver to rest his head in your lap, you continue.

“I was hoping to meet Sebeks grandfather, if it were possible.” Silver stirs and mumbles to you “He is just like Sebek, volume and all.” Silver proceeds to turn his head towards your stomach and drift off again. You stroke his hair and hum a bit. “I think I can handle two Sebeks, I deal with everyone here at Nightraven.”

Malleus clears his throat a little and murmurs just loud enough for you to hear him “Are you sure?” He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes and seems to realize something. “You want to know more about him? Or do you wish to see your new home?” Malleus knew you were planning to leave for Briar valley once you graduated from Nightraven. Lilia would be the one to come to ferry you away to the valley.

“While it is true that I want to learn about Briar Valley, I want to ask a few questions about the general and who he was-er, is- and how he has changed. I want to know more about him and there is stuff that I feel he will never tell me. I respect his privacy but it hurts sometimes, ya know?”

Looking wistfully at the fireplace, you put your head on Malleus shoulder and sigh as you settle in for a nap. Maybe silver had the right idea. “It will be done, I shall see to the arrangements. Sleep well, child of man.”

The plans to travel during a small school holiday break. Grim was to go but would be kept close. No meeting Mals grandmother yet, that would be after meeting Sebeks family. This holiday and next holiday break were already set in stone. It will be an eventful time, you’re sure.

After the break had officially started, you were all permitted to take off, after the performance from a fretful Crowley. Grim is currently porkin out on some of sebeks mom and dads cooking. They are a lovely couple who loves their children and have great senses of humor. They welcomed you with open arms and had already started telling stories of Sebeks childhood with them.

“This human does not need to know anything about that incident!” His parents had been telling you about a time when he was small when he fell into a shallow part of a river and cried because he thought he was going to drown. “The water didn’t even reach the top of his socks.” His mother says with a bit of laughter in her voice.

“Sebek has always been such an adorable kid, I’m glad he has some new friends to share his school life with.” His father and mother seem to love him and his siblings very much, he really needs to chill with the human hating speel.

Just then, the door to the house swung open to reveal a rather tall man with shoulder length green hair. He was nearly as big as the doorway, broad shoulders and such an intimidating aura. ‘This must be the man I came here to see.’

“General, how have you been? Long time no see!”

Sebeks grandfather walked over and roughly patted Lilia on the shoulder, even though he was smaller in this form, he didn't budge. 'I didn't think that was possible.'

He looked over and froze a few seconds when he saw you. "Who is this human? I don't remember them."

You stand up and nod your head toward him with a smile. "I am a friend of Malleus, Silver and occasionally Sebek." Giving him your name was a bit hard to do, given that the guys had told you the rules for interacting with other fae, couldn't hurt to listen to rules, right?

He raises a brow and looks over to Lilia quickly. He extended his hand for a shake, 'his hands are way too big.'

"You stand next to Lilia. You also left him out of the friendship category." He definitely picked up quickly.

"This is my partner, soon to be a parent to my son!" Lilia was excited or at least he sounded excited about it. Lilia stood just a little farther back beside you. He was there if you couldn't handle it.

"I was hoping to meet you sir." He looked a bit irked. "You said yourself that Sebek was your friend, drop the sir."

That was a bit shocking. 'Thought he wouldn't want someone he didn't know acting so friendly so quickly. Ok, then I treat him like everyone else.'

"I am Lilias' partner and I help out with Diasomnia stuff, the cooking mainly. I love Lilia but he cannot cook without putting weird stuff in it."

Shaking your head with a small smile across your lips. "Something makes me think he does it on purpose to see if he can manipulate people into eating it. I love him but his food, when he thinks while making it anyway, is a biohazard." Laughing and giving the man a wink you whisper "I just think he wants me to cook for him so he doesn't have to hear the kids gag while trying to force the food down."

"I absolutely do not!" Lilia pouts and crosses his arms with a huff. "I don't care about the gagging."

"Lilia! How dare you?" Playfully swatting his arm and laughing to yourself at his teasing. The man looked at the scene before him and sighed. “If you are serious about this Lilia, then I am happy for you.” He sat down and Lilia sat down across from him. Sebeks mother animatedly talked to the others at the table while you heard Silver call for you from outside.

“I’m going to go check on the boys, I’ll be right back, love.” You lean down and kiss him on the lips quickly before turning and walking out of the door and checking on your boys. Said boys having gotten into a sparring match and decidedly wanting help figuring out who would win.

“General Vanrouge.” The man across from Lilia gains the attention of the few people left in the living room. “A human?” He raises a brow and looks ever so slightly confused. Lilia could only smile to himself and look at you through the window where he saw you lightly trading words with his son and Sebek.

“Yes indeed. I wasn’t planning on anything to come of this. Their feelings and the way they carry themselves just called to me.” Lilia continues in the softest voice that the man had ever heard. “They give me life again. They are someone that I want to see when I open my eyes first thing in the morning.”

Sebeks mother and father look at each other and their hands entwine gently on the table in between the both of them. Lilia looks to them and once more speaks such soft, heartfelt words that they could feel his love for the human that had so obviously become part of his little family.

“They treat Silver like their own, Sebek and Malleus too. They smile so brightly and so sweetly. You both know how I must feel.” Lilia looks over at the window once again. He sighs and smiles to himself. “They asked to come here to meet you three. They want to be accepted because we have plans to move back here after their graduation. They want to get close and learn how you two keep together even though things weren’t, and still aren't quite, openly accepted.”

The silence that took over the room as the three looked at each other then to Lilia and then to the window. You were too busy contending with the boys who had somehow teamed up to drag you onto the ground and play fight with. “Having another parent seems to make them happy, Silver loves them like they were always with us.”

Sebeks family, his grandfather especially, softened considerably when the lovesick look stayed on Lilias features. The retired generals body language screamed ‘I want to be out there with my partner and child’.

“I will accept them as long as they can adapt to situations well. Otherwise they won't make it here.” Lilia looked amused as he uttered the unexpected words of his human lovers circumstances.

“They aren’t from Twisted Wonderland. They adapted rather quickly here and made it their home. Even found themselves a husband.”

The surprise on the mans face was a funny sight to lilia. “They will still need to earn the approval they seek. Being your lover will only go so far here. I will treat them like everyone else.” Lilia could only shake his head and smile before strutting to the door and opening it as he called back over his shoulder.

“They wouldn’t want your pity or any special treatment.” Walking out to join his little family who were chattering lively about who could have possibly won that sparring match. “My love, welcome into the madness. NOW HELP ME!”

“My my, what have I walked into? Alright Malleus, who really won? I know you saw.”

“Well…” Malleus was then bombarded with a “HEY!!! THAT IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAN WHAT I SAW!” The little family was lively and Lilia drew you into a kiss, effectively silencing the fighting.

“Father, you two are in public.” “Sir Lilia! The public display of affection is not appropriate.” “Lilia, in public?”

“How do you three think babies are made, hmm?” “Not from public fraternization!”

The laughter echoed and the rest of the Zigvolt family decided to join in. “Maybe this human isn’t all that bad. Hmph.”

Hope you enjoyed!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #lilia x rader fluff #My Writing 💌

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pierppasolini · 10 months

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First, I wanted to say that I love your blog. Second, I wanted to ask you how you feel about sharing your taste in music. From what you usually post here, you seem to be someone more oldschool, who likes 80's synthpop a lot. I ask this because it is so complicated to be like this here in Brazil. The Brazilian gay community rejects anyone who doesn't enjoy current pop music.

Thank you! You are 100% correct. That is what I mostly listen to and love. I do also like a mix of music styles/genres, mostly from the 1980s and back. Some up to mid-90s. I very rarely listen to newer music. If I'm listening to new(er) music at least 90% of the time it is film scores. I definitely understand what you're saying about a lot of people not seeming to be as into older music, based on my own experience as well. A lot of people don't seem to like things that they consider "old," things that aren't trendy and popular in the moment. And that is so odd to me. I will never understand that. But I am sure many people can't understand my general disinterest in current music, film and television series. But I don't mind being the only one in a group who likes the music that I like or posting what I like on here- even if what I like isn't popular. If somebody has a problem with me because I'm not into the latest pop star or whatever they can fuck off tbh. Life is short and I feel we all should enjoy whatever music/film/etc. that we enjoy (old or new)- regardless of what anyone else is into or what they think of it. I'm sorry you feel rejected (if you do) by those who make you feel so. I hope you are able to brush them off and do you. Enjoy what you love. Fuck those people. They truly are unworthy of you, if that is how they are.

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tippenfunkaport · 1 year

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Etherian New Years Eve Traditions

(also on on AO3)

The end of the long war with the Horde meant many changes for the people of Etheria, even when it came to how they celebrated their traditional holidays. For some kingdoms, bringing back the old pre-war traditions was a welcome return to the familiar while other customs had to adapt and evolve as their citizens adjusted to a world at peace.

Post Prime, Plumeria abandoned their usual drum circle and began the new year with a moment of silent reflection for all the blessings and pains of the old year and the potential of the new. As the clock ticked over, they showered each other with affection, planting kisses and hugs like seeds for future happiness.

Mystacor modified their traditional celestial display. It was still a beautiful performance in the night sky, magical lights and illusions all timed to music, but now anyone that wishes to view it can opt into the sights and sounds by drawing a simple rune on their wrist. Without the rune, the skies will appear as quiet and clear as any other night. There was enough trauma after the war without people having to worry about unexpected lights or sounds in the sky.

Before the war, the Salinean tradition was a huge pyrotechnics display, timed with a majestic water show put on by the royal family. After the war, they elected to forgo the fireworks for a more subdued celebration, less likely to traumatize the war-weary populace. The people would work together on an open sculpture made of natural materials. Then, as the first act of the new year, the royal family would use the power of the Pearl to lower this sculpture to the bottom of the sea where it would replace some of the reefs destroyed in the war. A symbol of new life and a better future.

At least, that's how it was supposed to work.

In reality, Salineas has never actually made it to the new year without someone setting the sculpture on fire. Several years running, Mermista has had to unceremoniously chuck it into the water before it burns entirely so the fish are at least left with something. Despite increased security, this yearly prank has become something of a tradition all it's own and the royal family's disinterest in tracking down the culprit has promoted speculation that they may already know who's behind these fiery antics and rather enjoy the sport of trying to best the wayward arsonist.

(The fish, to their credit, do not seem to care one way or the other.)

The Kingdom of Snows turned their new year's celebration into a massive outdoor carnival with ice carving contests, sledding races and games. All culminating in the moment when Frosta lowered a massive ball of ice from the top of the Castle Evernight to signal the start of the new year... and then promptly retired to her chambers because it was WAY past her bedtime... er, not that she has one, of course!

The Crimson Wastes welcomed the new year as they always had: with rowdy parties and boasts about what they'll accomplish in the new year.

The resettled clones and other citizens of Dryl used the new year as an opportunity to build a tremendous collaborative contraption, it's only purpose to do something as the clocks tick over to the new year. With so many beings working together at once, the results are usually surprising, often impressive, and occasionally disastrous, but always a excellent source of informative data.

Bright Moon celebrates the new year as they have for hundreds of years: with an elaborate masquerade ball full of dancing, feasting and fun. They toast to the old year and dance in the new, culminating in a speech from the royal family who usher in the New Year with a rain of sparkles and confetti arrows.

For the former kids of the Fright Zone, the new year was never really a thing. What was the new year, but just new date to write on paperwork, another training schedule to memorize? It takes them a while to warm to the Etherian traditions of the new year, to see it as a chance to celebrate the past and work towards the promise of a better future.

Kyle, Lonnie and Rogelio settle into a quiet tradition of barbecue and board games with Imp, each year swearing that this will be the time they finally make it without falling asleep all cuddled up in a heap.

As for Catra and Adora, they spent the first few years after the war sampling all the local customs, welcoming the new year with each of their friends in turn. Finally they settled into their own tradition: making an appearance at the ball at Bright Moon to dance with their best friends and sample the party food and then back to their own quiet rooms long before midnight, preferring to start each year the way they start every day, in peaceful harmony together.

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thepinklink · 9 months

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@uniquevoidflowers here it is!

Polly’s Plight

. . .

“…Say, Polly,” Iidek says suddenly, and the parrot looks up. “I’ve been meaning to ask, but—“

“You want to know what happened to my beak?” Polly guesses, cutting him off. The owl is quick to correct her.

“Oh, no, no, er…not if you don’t want to, but I was really going to ask—what made you decide to pursue music?”

Polly blinks, inclining her head and trilling softly.

“Those are the same story, actually!” She chirps, and then pauses. “Well, not quite the same story, but they’re closely connected, and I’d very much like to tell you if you don’t mind, but is that selfish of me? Is it one of those very personal backstories I should not tell you for mysterious reasons?”

“Well,” Iidek chuckles, “not if you don’t wish to be mysterious.”

“I’d like to be mysterious,” Polly says after a moment of consideration, “but only to the people who don’t know me. I believe I do that well enough, so I’ll tell you the story anyways, if you will listen.”

She pauses to let anyone voice their opposition, and when everyone only remains quietly attentive, trills happily and begins.

“Alright, why do I like music? Well, I always loved music, it was always a passionate hobby. I suppose my real dependance on it began a long time ago, when I was a much more clueless child than I am today…”

Polly talked a lot. It was in her nature, her parents said, and it was. A hereditary trait, if her own parents’ tendencies to chatter on and on about mundane things were evidence of anything. Polly was lucky enough that most people she interacted with either had the understanding to let her talk, the patience to endure it, or very rarely, the character to enjoy it. But that day, one hot afternoon in late August, Polly’s luck ran out.

The playground of the school Polly attended was a small one, a handful of square feet of flat ground within the school property lines. There was an old, rotting wooden swing set that was a risk to play on, if you dared, and an old frayed rope with knots tied on the end that they used as jump ropes. Other than that, their only other toys were the dirt and each other, but among the younger kids who played there, it was enough. Polly, for her part, was content to swing by herself—a small girl, with no taste for thrill and thus her swinging was shallow and controlled. She talked while she did so, of course, to anyone who was nearby, wether they listened or not, and today it was a harpy eagle called Derrick.

Derrick was one of the older students who attended the school, a high schooler. Tall, dark feathered and beady eyed, Derrick had the intelligence his kind boasted of and chose not to use any of it, and was warily avoided by most kids. Most kids, but not Polly. She was innocently unaware of his intimidating air, and even more clueless of his growing irritation as she continued to talk to him.

“…But it’s fine anyways because I never liked peanuts, anyways,” Polly chirred cheerfully. “Yesterday I saw the prettiest grasshopper ever, it was green and red and yellow and black and every lovely color you could think of except—“

“For the love of Phoenix, do you ever shut up?!” Derrick cried, drawing Polly’s shocked expression.

“Well, yes, when I sleep but mother says—“ she began with a frown, and Derrick crowed a moan of frustration.

“You’re like an old clock,” he growled, “broken and useless and you never stop ticking.”

Polly thought was very rude, and she said so, not bothering to keep the hurt out of her voice. Derrick simply scoffed.

“Just be quiet, no one wants to hear about your silly grasshoppers.”

“But they do,” Polly objected. “Mrs. Peabody at the general store wanted to hear all about them, and I told her, they were very lovely, and then she gave me a lemon candy. It was very sour, I liked it very much, but I like Mrs. Peabody even more because she is so nice and sweet to me as anybody ever was and—“

Derrick’s fist closed around her beak, squeezing tightly and effectively cutting her off. She scrabbled at his hand, a squawk caught in her throat as she began to panic.

“If you won’t shut up by yourself,” he snarled, “how about I shut you up forever?”

He squeezed even harder, and it began to hurt very much. Her cries were silenced until she fell backward off the swing and slipped out of Derrick’s grasp. She scrambled back, trying to put distance between her and the raging eagle, but he was larger and faster and lunged at her, hand wrapping around her upper beak as she opened her mouth to scream. She clawed at him with as much force as she could, little clawed hands making small cuts in his skin that seemed to bother him more than hurt him.

“Stop, stop, you’re hurting me!” She cried, and Derrick only readjusted his grip to try and keep her mouth shut. He increased the pressure on her beak, squeezing harder, harder, harder until Polly could not breathe through the pain. She heard something snap, then, felt it vibrate through her whole body before she felt as though she was punched in the face, white hot pain washing over her in waves—but only for a second before it knocked her out.

“…When I woke up again, there was blood everywhere and my face hurt very badly, too badly to move. I screamed and cried until someone came to my rescue, and everything after that it quite hazy.

Derrick had crushed my beak in his grip, although the way he had been holding me, my upper beak took most of the damage. Derrick fled shortly after he realized what he had done—he said later he didn’t mean to really hurt me, just scare me, but I was told he had had similar incidents including assault prior to mine, and continued to long after.

The damage was extensive enough that what remained of my upper beak had to be removed in order for it to heal properly and be fitted with a sufficient prosthetic. My lower beak suffered only a little and thus it is mostly intact, save the tip. Derrick did not silence me forever, but he did for two years. The first year was healing from the initial attack. I could not speak at all, without my upper beak to form words with. I still could not talk probably after getting a new beak. I first had to grow used to the feeling of metal, of chewing, of waking up through the night for water because my tongue and throat would dry out. And then I still could not talk for a long time because words formed on a new beak are slow, are warped, sound strange. It took a long time to grow accustomed to all of that.

Although Derrick had taken away my speech, he had not taken away my voice. I could still sing, to a degree, chirps and trills and whistles and anything that only needed vocals because mine were very much intact. After my new beak was attached, I could hum.

And during all that time, when all I could do was sing, I learned people like music a lot more than chatter. I would waste time playing on my instruments and no one ever told me to stop because it annoyed them. That, and music became my safe place. It was always there. Even if I had no voice at all, I could still play a violin. Now I play music to keep myself from talking too much, and because when you love something very much the first thing you want to do is share it with someone else, and I found that playing for myself was not as fulfilling as playing at festivals or taverns for weary travelers who could use a friendly face and a familiar tune at the end of a long journey.”

Polly stops abruptly, eyes fixed on the fire. The others all wait to see if she will keep talking, but she doesn’t, instead, she reaches for her violin carrier and extracts the instrument from within, tuning it and rosining her bow before she pressed it to the delicate strings and began to play.

There were no words to the tune, but it was lovely and solemn and hopeful, and turned all eyes to the sky and the stars that glittered there, save Rhaark’s—he simply fell asleep.

When the tune draws to a close, there is a moment in which Polly lets the crickets and the breeze wash over them instead.

“People care more for music than chatter,” she says quietly. “And so have I grown to.”

No one can really argue with that.

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What did you think? :D

#plink writes #oc story #snippet #D&D oc #aarakocra oc #Iidek and Rhaark are the characters of my other friends’ who are on the campaign XD

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Girl! First of I just began reading your webcomic you introduced today and I'm already in part 2 chp 3. It's such a comical fantasy comic my heart craves. Also Idk if you figured this out (just gonna put it out there) but you're missing a good opportunity with High Seas phaugie au. I mean you just created a ship with two giants in it. That's rare or not enough of that. just imagine how exciting it is to just cuddle alone in the bottom of the sea making huge waves. The comfort Phantom must have gotten to finally be around someone who he wouldn't kill by accident. Imagine Phantom motivating Augie to stop thinking about his family who abandoned him and just live the life he created. He may not be a god but he does know what it's like to be ostracized and still having the confidence to keep swimming. Imagine if Phantom does turn back into his normal form. Or imagine if this all happened before their relationship began to decimate. (er that last part kinda hurts to think about)

Thank you so much!! Victor and I appreciate it. A few people have been picking up The Fourth lately and it delights me, even if I am a little self conscious about the main story being on hiatus right now. I'm glad people can still enjoy what's there, even with my goofy and off-model old art, lol.

Yeah, it COULD be really sweet, I know! I guess I just can't take Phaugie ultra seriously because... Well, opposites attract to some degree, but they are just SO opposite; the lazy slob with a heart of gold, vs. the energetic, scheming fancy-lad who will have an uphill battle overcoming his own narcissism. That said, the heart wants what it wants, so who knows! (And in the High Seas AU, Phantom's life situation is a lot different and he's not able to fully indulge his fanciness anyway; he's a bit more of a gross monster as it is.) There's a lot of potential there, like you said, and I want Phantom to musically roast Augie's parents and maybe even Perfectus to their faces, for not being as great as they say they are!

At the very least I could see them having a relationship and breaking it off peacefully, Phantom having learned his lesson with Bea and not wanting to hurt Augie. Or they remain close friends (...with benefits?) even if the romance isn't there.

I want Augie to be happy, AU or no. We all want that, right?? He doesn't necessarily seem to type who needs or craves a romantic relationship (...and he may or may not already be married to his crab??) which is why I like the idea of him having/adopting a kid as well. Because he would be so much of a better parent than his own were to him; even if he's a mess, he's a loving mess.

#mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #phaugie #the phantom of the bwahpera #augie

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love-islike-abomb · 7 months

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Renegade: part 3

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: just romance, errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

If you want to be tagged for future chapters please let me know❤️

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The next day

Scarlet's POV

It was the day of our date. I texted Joe to see what time he was coming over.

Joe: roughly 630.you have plenty of time beautiful!😉

Scarlet: how did you- nevermind. Ok I'll see you in a few hours❤️

"That was weird" I thought but after a While i had pushed it out of my mind. I had a few things to do before I started getting ready. My kitchen needed cleaned. It looked horrible. Im.exhausted when I get home from work. What did you expect?

Once I finished the kitchen i went upstairs and got a shower drid myself off and got dressed. Something simple yet me...

I finished getting ready just as the doorbell rang. I went downstairs and opened it to see a very handsome Joe standing there looking sexy like he always did!

"Hey Scarlet! Wow you look nice! Love the Tina turner pumps by the way!" He said winking at me. "Nice leather jacket!" I said

"80s music?" He said. "it's Iggy pop!! Dont judge my retro loving arse!" I laughed getting up to dance and letting the music take over "come ere!" I said inviting him over to where I was. having a blast dancing like Cyndi laupner would. "I love to dance even if I look like a fool doing it" I smiled and shrugged.

"Come on let's get dinner going" he smiled.

Pulling things out of the bag I realized he bought Chicken Alfredo "one of my favorite foods" I smiled.

We made the base for the Alfredo and danced as the music played.

"Take on me!! Take me on"

"I havent heard a bunch of these songs in ages!" He smiled

"What can I say..I'm kinda retro!" I laughed

"Hey do you like broccoli in your Alfredo?" He asked

"I do! It's really good!"

"Chicken broccoli Alfredo?"

"That sounds delicious!"

"It's settled then!" He smiled.

About 20 minutes later dinner was doe and he set the pan on the table. It smelled a d looked delicious. I set the table and we sat down and grabbed what we wanted. Our conversation never stopped. We talked about everything from our families to our childhoods to work and future plans.

"This was really good but I'm so damn full!" I groaned.

"It really was good! I haven't had this much fun in a while" he smiled.

"Another good song" I said

"I- I live among the creatures of the night! I haven't got the will to try and fight.... Against a new tomorrow so I'll make myself believe it"

I stood up dancing around the living room and just enjoying myself. "You know the old saying of dance like no one's watching?" I asked

"Yeah"

"I tend to live by that saying. Being yourself is so freeing! Not having to live up to people's expectations!" I said.

"I'm a soldier of love"

"Donny Osmond" he smiled

"Great song to dance to" I smiled grabbing his hand "come dance with me!"

"Like Thief in the night who can't get enough I am willing to fight cause I'm a soldier of love"

I smiled swaying my hips and enjoying the music. I hadn't been this happy in a while.

As the music played and we danced together the chemistry only kept growing. Sneaking a glance every so often to see the other smiling. "It's a state of the heart when your a soldier of love"

Our dancing slowed as we just looked at each other, my back to his chest. "Scarlet, you have the most beautiful brown eyes" he whispered. Looking from my eyes to my lips. "This very romantic" I smiled.

"Well you know I gotta be your soldier of love" he smirked.

I playfully smacked his shoulder.

"So cheesy!" I giggled

"I'm a hopeless romantic what can I say?

Just standing here dancing with you has been amazing. I don't want it to end"

"I don't either" I smiled.

The music suddenly brought is out of our trance.

"Is this love that I'm feeling?"

"White snake" I smiled "i forgot they were even on here"

"I think it is though" he said

"Think what is what?" I asked

"That this is love that I'm feeling" he smiled

I slowly looked up into his eyes and as the song said "is this the love that I've been searching for" I let his lips on mine. He was such an amazing kisser. It was soft yet needy like he'd been wanting to do it since he got here. I out my hands on either side of his face to deepen it. After a while he pulled away. "as much as i want this to continue I can't" I said.

"It's alright. I'm not gonna force you" he smiled.

"You're amazing" I smiled reaching up to touch his face. Grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips "no you are! Everything about you is! The way you look at the world, the fun you have, and if we're being honest the way you away those hips when you're into a song!" He said wiggling his eyebrows.

I giggled "I'd be lying if I said I wasnt looking yesterday when you threw that guy out!"

He smiled "well before this gets to much further I should help clean up dinner"

"I forgot all about that" I said

"That tends to happen when you're enjoying yourself" he winked.

We sprayed the dishes off before putting them in the sink and cleaned the counter off. "I had a really good time tonight" he smiled

"Me to" I smiled back.

"I should get going though. I have to work in the morning and so do you"

"Don't remind me" I scoffed then laughed.

He chuckled "hey I could always bring lunch to your work if that'd be ok?"

"I would love that" I smiled. "Lunch is roughly around 1230"

"Well it's settled, I'll see you tomorrow!" He smiled.

"Have a good night" I smiled giving him one last kiss before closing the door.

#roman reigns #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns fanfiction #romance #Spotify

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servin-up-surveys · 25 days

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survey #208

What is your absolute favorite hobby? Who got you interested in it? It's probably feral animal RP, at least when I'm in the mood to write. I discovered it myself through the OG Meerkat Manor Animal Planet forum.

What color are the squirrels where you live? Brownish gray.

Have you ever fostered an animal? No. I would struggle immensely to let it go.

Have you ever dated a fat person? Yes.

Have you ever dated someone with a fine ass body? Yes.

What are two foods you think taste good with whipped cream? I hate whipped cream, it's a texture thing.

If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef? On a burger.

Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? Yes, an inhaler for asthma but also a med for anxiety or panic attacks.

[TW: ABUSE] Have you ever had a significant other who hit you? No, I would never in a thousand years allow this.

Do you own any exercise machines? Yes. I have a stationary bike in this spare room and there's a treadmill in the living room.

Do you have a dining room in your house? Yes, but we don't really use it unless there's a large number of people over. It's more seating.

Are you in the process of watching or re-watching a series at the moment? No.

Has anyone you know gotten a new pet recently? Ummm I'm not sure.

How old were you 10 years ago? Who were your closest friends at that point? I was 18. I was dating Jason, and close friends included Summer, Girt, Tez, Sam, and possibly still Hannia?

Do you still speak to any of them? I'm dating Girt, I'm close with Tez and Summer, and while Sam and I don't really talk nowadays, I still consider him to be basically my big brother.

Have you ever kissed someone of another race? I started saying no, but I guess actually yes; Girt's father was full Native American. I sometimes forget that; you'd never guess looking at him and his sister.

Are there any races you wouldn’t kiss? Absolutely not, it's 2024.

What is your favorite thing about your best friend? I know I can trust him. I genuinely never DON'T trust what he tells me, we prioritize healthy communication and honesty big time.

What do you mostly have in common with your best friend? We both love video games. We're also very introverted and love metal music.

Do you like it when men shave their chests? If you are a guy, do you shave? I have no preference.

What is your favourite kind of video game? Horror.

Do you watch anime? If so, what are some of your favourites? I'll watch it if I'm with someone who wants to watch TV, I have nothing against it other than television shows just normally don't entertain me as much as YouTube videos. I like Fullmetal Alchemist (+Brotherhood), Ginga Densetsu Weed, and Deadman Wonderland. I've watched a good deal of Attack on Titan and enjoyed what I saw, Girt and I eventually just drifted into watching other stuff.

Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best? Yeah, a few. I think I get along best with Nicole, my youngest sibling.

What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it? My favorite television show of all time is Meerkat Manor, and Mozart is my favorite meerkat.

Do people think you look like either of your parents? Does that offend you? I've heard both. As a child I remember hearing I look like my dad wouldn't really offend me, but I didn't like/get it until I was older. Not all physical traits are gender-specific.

Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? Regular, by a long shot.

Do you think it’s weird when people talk to their pets like people? I don't think this at all. Even if your pet doesn't truly understand you, I feel the interaction can't be bad for them; I would think it benefits them, at least with most animals you can have as pets. You're including them.

What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? The ER after my asthma attack.

What is the furthest you have traveled alone? The Chicago area of Illinois.

Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? No.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? Ponyboy Curtis; I re-read The Outsiders. I still enjoyed it very much, but not as much as when I was in middle school.

Do you prefer pizza or hot dogs? Pizza.

What is your favorite pizza topping? I've been into pepperoni + sausage together lately.

Is anyone in your family currently in the military? Not that I know of. Definitely no one close.

What is your favorite dog breed? I have too many I consider my "favorite," but I can tell you I have a specifically soft spot for beagles.

Do you own a bikini? God no, you couldn't pay me to wear one with my current body. I'm completely for big girls wearing whatever the fuck they want, but *I* couldn't do it.

What are three of your favorite bakery items? Cinnamon rolls, donuts, muffins.

Which book series could you read again? I'm really not a re-reader; recently doing so with The Outsiders was VERY unlike me. The only reason I was really able to do it again was because I'd forgotten like... everything.

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? *shrug*

Who was the last female you were introduced to? My new psychiatrist.

Who was the last male you were introduced to? The doctor who did my colonoscopy lmao thanks for checking out my colon 👍

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? Nope, not even Rammstein or Ozzy.

Have you ever smoked? No.

Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No. I was supposed to visit one on a 4th grade field trip, but the ocean was way too aggressive so instead we stopped at a nearer island where wild horses live. It was very fun.

Do you know anyone who always makes themselves out to be the victim? Colleen, who I haven't associated with in years and never plan to again.

How far away do you live from the house you grew up in? Like... 20ish minutes.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No.

What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? Distance, with Sara. It was very difficult sometimes, especially when we really wanted the comfort of each other's presence. It got much worse once we actually met in person and got to feel what being together was like.

Would you like living on the coast? No, the effects of hurricanes along coasts are no joke.

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? NO

Are you scared of losing the person you like to someone else? No, not really. I acknowledge we may not be together forever, but I certainly don't expect him to cheat on me. He's BEEN cheated on and was very affected by it, so it'd be a wild world where he did that to me. Early into our relationship we shared dealbreakers and cheating was one for both of us.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? I get choice paralysis FOR REAL, like it's ridiculous.

If there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? I'd get the spider out.

What’s your favorite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) I don't know, really. I eat the most chicken, but I'm very limited in the kinds of preparation I like for chicken.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? The most exciting for me was definitely meerkats, but I think the objectively "coolest" thing I saw was a leucistic alligator.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. So you can type /played into World of Warcraft to see exactly this and my time is FUCKING DEPRESSING, there is no game that competes against that shit.

Have you ever modeled before? No.

What’s your best friend’s favorite color? Teal.

What color was your senior prom dress? Black. I regret deleting all those pictures, I was beautiful and so fucking happy.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? Gab Smolders.

Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? Girt.

If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her? god forbid, I would be so embarrassing lmao

What’s something you used to believe in that you don’t anymore? The Christian god and devil.

What’s something you believe everyone should have? Food, water, shelter, fun.

Who do you know that wears the most makeup? My friend Summer, she's an artist with it.

Are you anyone’s first love? Maybe, idk.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? She goes to my doctor appointments so she knows we don't have actual sex right now. She's aware we do "things," but I absolutely won't share details with her, not that she's ever asked.

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever had an obsession with? Do you still like that thing? I'm actually very embarrassed that my hyperfixations tend to be celebrities, I guess because it makes me feel like a pre-teen. I'm oddly WAY more private about this off the Internet, though, and I don't totally understand why.

Have you ever played any of the Animal Crossing games? Do you have the new game, or do you plan on buying it? No and no.

When was the last time you were nauseous? Do you know what caused the feeling of nausea? It was the morning of my colonoscopy prep, drinking way more water than my body wanted. I couldn't finish the last cup I was supposed to have.

What brand of earbuds/earphones do you own? Do you like them? Oh I have no idea, but they're very basic earbuds. Cheap ones you can buy in bulk.

Can you remember the last time you saw a rainbow? No.

Do you have any plants or flowers in your house? What kinds? Do you like having plants in your home? Mom keeps some plants. I don't know what they're called, though. I just know they're nothing exotic or anything.

#survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions #personal surveys #personal questions #questionnaire

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