#why showing me the most perfect guy only for him being unable to use his phone and keep texting me

[eleni-cherie]

how to get over someone who was perfect except that he lived in another country & couldn't handle long-distance texting (yeah I know I already did a post about it when it happened hut I'm still not over it 🥲). like I legit don't think I'll ever meet someone like him again. he was the first guy in 8 years I vibed so amazingly w + he was hot as hell. fck I'll die alone

and that idiot didn't even live that far away. legit takes 1.5h by plane to get there ugh

it always has to be a fcking Italian. 8 years ago a guy from sicily, now a guy from torino. I hate the universe. why connecting me w guys who either turn out to be shtty or I can't have?

anyway, back to remind myself my boys bts would've never dropped me like this & if they can keep in touch w fans during busy schedules, tours & military, so could a dude who supposedly likes me 🥲

at least I meant enough for him to take time to explain & apologize instead of just ghosting me

anyway sorry I just needed to vent for a sec 🥲

forgot to mention that he was an alex turner fanboy and loved tae's solo album when i showed him :') and we'd listen to 90-00s metal we grew up w due to both our mums.. fck my luck really

and the fact I finished begins ≠ youth by binge watching 8 episodes right after he dropped me surely didn't help w my melancholy either 🧍🏼‍♀️I mean, I knew what would happen, I read the books and webtoon but it still fcked me up. my poor boyssss 😭 so yeah, everything sucks rn

[mediumgayitalian]

“Halt!”

Across the common, three suspicious figures freeze, glance behind them, and then resume walking as casually as they can.

“I said halt! Do not move! Cease all function!”

Milling nervously towards each other, Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest pause, shifting the three massive cardboard boxes they hold each.

“Hi, Annabeth,” Will says, smiling innocently. Cecil and Lou Ellen match him, eyes wide, expressions angelic.

Annabeth stomps over to them, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She is entirely unmoved by the cherubic display in front of her. Nico stays right where he is, hidden by the shade of Cabin Eight.

“Explain yourselves,” Annabeth orders.

The three stooges exchange a look.

“Whatever do you mean,” Lou Ellen asks, shifting the boxes to free up her hand only to place it delicately over her chest. “Why, we are only helping our dear friend William —”

“Our dear, dear friend,” Cecil adds.

“— carry these many boxes of medical supplies, so as to lower his great burden —”

“Massive burden,” Will says sagely.

“— and free up his evening in order for him to spend his limited time with us, his most cherished friends.”

“Especially cherished,” Will and Cecil chorus together.

Unable to bite back a smile, Nico rolls his eyes so hard his skull hurts. They’re not even trying to not get caught, at this point.

Clearly agreeing, Annabeth scoffs. “Yeah, right. Boxes down, all three of you. You’re being detained for suspected illicit substances.”

“Annabeth!” Will cries, mock outraged, “after all I do for this camp, you would accuse me of being — illicit?! Me?! The outrage! The insult! The impugn, the —”

“Can it, Solace. Open the boxes.”

Huffing in perfect unison, the three of them carefully lower their boxes to the ground.

“Tape off.”

Intentionally slowly, they run a nail along the edge of the packing tape.

“Flaps open, guys, c’mon.”

With flourish, the trio fling open the thin cardboard panels. Inside each box is rows of bandages, packaged syringes, sterile bands, tongue compresses, and more that Nico can’t name.

“See?” says Cecil, gesturing grandly. “The shipment just came in from my dad.”

Annabeth’s eyes narrow. “Your dad is in a conference with the rest of the Olympians right now, Markowitz.”

“Well,” Cecil says, and then nothing else.

“He meant it in the royal sense,” Lou Ellen pipes up in his silence. Cecil nods frantically. “You know, ‘just’ as in, like, recently, as in this morning —”

“Do you three think I’m stupid —”

“It’s just medical supplies! You can look through them if you want —”

Even if they weren’t acting like criminals, Nico knows his friends. He knows his boyfriend, especially, and recognises that damn look on his face. He can also physically see Annabeth’s stress ulcer coming back.

Closing his eyes, Nico fades into Cabin Six’s shadow. It’s a quick jump, so the stretch is easy, and the darkness bows easily to his hold. He reappears silently behind the group, taking advantage of the setting sun, and darts out to grip Lou Ellen’s arm.

“Boo,” he whispers.

She shrieks at the top of her lungs, jumping three clean feet in the air. Coincidently, the boxes of medical supplies flicker, turning into a truly baffling amount of instant mashed potato boxes as her grip on the Mist loosens.

“I knew it!” Annabeth shouts.

On cue, all three doofuses turn to Nico, jeering and complaining about ‘ruining the fun’. Nico’s glare is ineffective on Doofus #1, but the other two can be cowed. He focuses on channelling the flames of hell to reflect in his eyes like his father showed him until they look away, muttering at the ground.

“We still don’t have any illicit substances,” Will insists, glaring right back. Nico sticks out his tongue. He crosses his eyes like a four year old. How immature, honestly. “So we’re just gonna take our stuff and —”

“Absolutely not, Golden Boy. Put that hand away.”

Wisely, Will draws slowly back from the boxes, tucking his hands in his pocket.

Annabeth stares, hard, at the three of them, flicking her dark eyes from the potatoes and back. The tips of her worn-out converse tap slowly on the packed grass, tip-tap-tip-tap, as they all squirm.

Understanding suddenly dawns on her.

“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, for the strawberry plants.”

They squirm harder.

“Oh, you godsdamn bitches.”

“It would’ve been really funny,” Cecil mumbles, staring at the ground. “Rain making the ground turn into a sea of mashed potatoes. Like Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.”

“The only meatballs around here are the ones clogging up your skull!” Annabeth shouts, which doesn’t quite make sense but sounds clever coming from her anyway. “Who was gonna clean that up, huh? Magic?”

“I mean, probably,” Lou Ellen says, promptly shutting up at Annabeth’s glare.

“And you, Will! I cannot believe! Where is that responsibility you’re known for, huh?”

Will pouts. “I can be responsible and do fun things.”

“Fun, he says. I’m going to fucking kill you. The one day I’m left in charge, I cannot believe —”

“If it helps, it’s less about you and more about April Fools being tomorrow,” Cecil interjects tentatively. “Like, we were going to do this whether or not Chiron left.”

Annabeth glares darkly. “Of fucking course you were. It’s always you three, I swear to the gods. I should have known.”

“It’s honestly kind of embarrassing for you guys, stopped before you’re even started,” Nico adds. He smiles smugly at them, relishing in their rolled eyes and mocking hands. “Like, everyone expected this. You did this to yourselves, honestly.”

“Boo, you jag,” Lou Ellen protests. The other two knuckleheads joint in the booing, Will taking it an extra stop forward and blowing a raspberry, both thumbs pointing down. Nico responds with a bright grin and two middle fingers.

“Enough,” Annabeth says, rubbing her temples. “Extra chores, all three of you. Go help the cleaning harpies until sundown. And not another peep of complaint or I’ll have you on chores tomorrow, too.”

Without another glance at them, she turns around and walks away, muttering at least you caught it early at least you caught it early at least you caught it early over and over to herself.

“Pretty sure you guys have physical labour to do,” Nico says brightly when she disappears into the Big House. “I’d get started on that, if I were you.”

“Butthead,” Cecil mutters.

“Kiss-ass,” Lou Ellen agrees, making a face.

“Traitor,” Will whispers, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he walks past.

Nico watches them go, standing guard over the boxes in case they try to come back for them.

He can’t help but think that they all look a little too jovial for having their plans ruined before they even started.

[dalekofchaos]

Why I hate Cody Rhodes

Ya know, for a longtime, I just couldn't think of it, but there was something about Cody that I just can't bring myself to like him. Here's why.

As he started in WWE, he was a midcarder at best. Showed promise in Legacy, shined as the dashing and excelled as undashing and lol Stardust happened. Then he rebuilt himself on the independents, formed a friendship with The Elite and helped build AEW and finally completed his goal. All that sounds good on paper, so why the dislike?

Cody to me, is one of the most disingenuous people in the wrestling business. He talks like a snake oil salesman. He workshops his promos and just sounds phony every time he talks. He desperately wanted to be like John Cena, the face that ran the place. He and Brandi wanted to be HHH and Stephanie so fucking bad in AEW and it blew up in their faces. He has to use the memory of Dusty Rhodes to get over. He had to use his friendship with Kevin Owens to get taken care of by the Bucks. He needed The Elite to build his stock. He needed the Rhodes Family and The Elite, because on his own, Cody is NOTHING!

On Brandi. She was a heel while her husband was the top face of the midcard and ran the worst faction in AEW history. But oh she's a face when she's in Cody's entourage. "WHO TOLD YOU IT WAS OPEN MIC NIGHT, BITCH?" then she threw water in Shaq's face. Then she got pregnant and everyone cheered! Despite that, she had to be the center of attention, whether in the woman's division or Cody's feuds. Then Cody had the most ridiculous, carny and overbloated feud between himself and Anthony Ogogo where he markets Brandi and their mixed baby. He did it! Cody ended racism…..while racially antagonizing a British black man.

Then Cody and Brandi did a fucking kayfabe breaking reality show. Then Brandi set Cody’s back on fire. That happened. “That’s what you get for that stupid neck tattoo, babe”

Then the fucking Dan Lambert feud happened. When Dan fucking Lambert is more over and more cheered than this alleged babyface and his wife, it’s time to pack up and go home. It was absolutely fucking ridiculous.

The difference between Dusty and Cody is, when Dusty speaks to you, you believe in him. He makes you feel good about yourself and gets you fired up! When Cody speaks, he's condescending and talks down to you.

To me Eddie Kingston, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens represents the common man and closest thing to the American Dream aka Dusty's legacy than his own son.

Despite how much he loves Dusty and tries to emulate him, Cody comes off more like the love child of Ric Flair and Jeff Jarrett than Dusty Rhodes.

This is why Cody's refusal to turn heel baffles me so much. He is the perfect disingenuous smarmy heel. He even has Brandi as the perfect heel valet. He has bleached blonde hair like Gorgeous George and Flair. This clown even dresses up as Homelander. Unless Cody is a closeted MAGA, there is no way he doesn't know or understand that Homelander is the fucking villain, you can't tell me he doesn't lack this much self-awareness.

This is why his refusal to turn in AEW was ridiculous.

He got booed out of the fucking building like he was forced down cookie cutter Roman babyface. His own belt was thrown back at him. Him and Brandi had get off my TV heat to the point where Dan Lambert got cheered over them. Seriously, his AEW run was weird.

If he stayed in AEW? He should've turned heel. Embrace the EVP/Founder mentality. Use your power as EVP to get rid of the stipulation of being unable to challenge the AEW World title. Become an insufferable power couple with Brandi. Unite The Elite and run the goddamn place.

If Cody had any self-awareness, he’d stay The American Nightmare and own that shit. A rich guy whose greatest achievement is being born to a great man, teaming up with another rich guy whose only achievement is having a billionaire father, booking himself to be champion in a fixed game by "beating" self made men. His father was a son of a plumber and lived the American dream… he is a shining example of the nightmare everyone else has to live through. You can't write a better heel story.

And goddamn. You already have the perfect heel story in WWE. "I ran the revolution, but I sold out to the fed and became world champion" He brings out his wife as the perfect bitchy unlikable valet and brings out an entourage and Cody acts like Homelander. Someone who acts nice and like the good guy, when in reality he's this obnoxious self-centered prick.

So yeah, when the chips are down, I just can't bring myself to like Cody cause of how phony and disingenuous he is and how he refuses to embrace the perfect unlikable heel.

Also #Kevinowensisright

[kuroo-hitsuji]

This is a prompt to talk about Lucifer and Satan purring (!!!!!) and body types??

Woo thank you !!

Starting with body types bc i think it will be shorter than the purring (i have. Many thoughts about the purring lmao). They're admittedly not drastically different from the models, I'm constantly at war with my brain between Canon Compliance and creative liberties ahzhsjxh but its a lot of smaller details, i hope its not disappointing at all orz

Lucifer - ironically his body type is the most difficult one for me to describe shdhhd he's just kind of a Fit Guy tm. Like he's got decently defined muscles and the slight dorito shape from his shoudlers/chest to his waist that you expect from anime men lmao. But he's not shredded, no washboard abs or anything (but relatively toned still, could be a six-pack if he's deliberately flexing lmao), the most defined muscles are in his arms and chest, primarily. Also he's got long-ass legs, idk why he is just ⅔ leg and i cannot unsee it

Satan - lean muscle and pretty boxy, the shoulder to waist to hip ratio isn't all that drastic, not a lot of chest muscle and again lean but not shredded ab region (using the flexing concept again I'd put him at a 4 pack lol) but also more visibly defined than Lucifer's at rest as well due to a slightly lower fat percentage. Also he has like no ass and I'll die on this hill (the first obey me post i ever saw was someone calling him out for having a flat ass in a chat picture and it has stuck with me the entire 4 years 💀 not slander btw we support all booties here). He's just very square/rectangle coded in my mind for inexplicable reasons

Demons purring is a headcanon I'm constantly dying to talk about Thank You 🙏 i hope these are actually like afjsjg decently coherent, they got long (as expected but still)

Lucifer - witnessing him purr at all is Exceptional rare (hearing it is even less common) for a combination of reasons that mostly boil down to his general commitment to his reputation and him being reluctant to show vulnerability at most times (and in this specific case its exacerbated by the fact that he was not Always a demon and the ability to purr in the first place is relatively foreign to him). He's put in the work to keep a handle on it as much as he can, and to keep it silent when he can't (control, control, control), and outside of him practicing that alone the most common instances of it happening have been when he's with MC, or when he's Very drunk and in good/safe company (diavolo, primarily. Lucifer is still hesitant to fully drop his facade with him, but it's been slowly melting away over the centuries. Diavolo does his absolute best not to call attention to the purring in the very rare instance that he even notices it occurring, but it is an absolutely herculean feat for him lmao). Generally the only time it's at all audible is with MC, in those rare perfect moments that let him feel safe and cozy enough to fully relax, often with the help of cuddling and petting his hair, wings, or the base of his horns. Even then it's quiet, a low, deep rumble somewhere between what you'd expect from a panther or other big cat (if they were actually able to purr) and the kind of sound a small tremor of an earthquake makes, where you might not realize you're even hearing anything at first but you can Feel your eardrums vibrating anyways.

Satan - also purrs very infrequently, for a few similar reasons but also wildly different ones. He's more accustomed to it as a general ability, having never had a body that was unable to purr in the first place, but he's still not incredibly familiar with it for a while. He did it instinctively as a self-soothing method at first, back when he was still out of control and would get locked in his room for the safety of himself and others, doing it less the more he gets a hold on his wrath, associating it with the consequences of a loss of control rather than positive emotions. It's not until he becomes attached to and knowledgeable about cats that he starts seeing it in a different light, eventually allowing himself to give into the urge to purr occasionally without feeling bad about it, but with this a different problem arises: having something so in common with cats has him almost too giddy, to the extent that when he starts purring he struggles to stop, so he still represses it most of the time. He purrs most often completely alone in his room where there will be minimal consequences to him getting stuck in a happy-stim feedback loop for an hour or two if it does happen, and he's still a bit embarrassed about the idea of this happening in front of MC for a good while, but not totally against it.

His purr tends to be a bit stilted and not particularly deep in pitch, waves of it more clearly following his breathing. It's not loud but its not really quiet either, and he's never really been successful at trying to control anything about it other than completely suppressing it, adding to the list of reasons he can't do it stealthily in day to day life as some other demons might be able to (purring loudly in public is seen as vaguely inappropriate, not really in a big way but kind of the same vibes as crying in public in most human settings. You won't get in trouble or anything but its one of those things most people feel more comfortable with keeping private).

I think I covered everything but if not I'll probably end up adding anything I couldve missed whenever i actually remember it lol

Thanks again for the chance to infodump :)

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

-a chishiya series ch4 ch6

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warnings + notes: sorry i took forever >< just mentions of alcohol and weed… idk what else tbh i made this at 3am lol bye

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

- THREE OF CLUBS

you’ve been tapping the heels of your feet onto the floor for nearly 30 minutes, replaying a rhythm you are unable to remember. to others, it just plays off as though you’re enjoying the party music that assaults your senses- but in actuality, you’re arguing with it. though you try, you cannot combat the obnoxious noise that shakes through your body.

“hey” his slightly raspy voice makes you jump, but chishiya seems as though he was aiming for that reaction.

“dont sneak up on me like that…” you’re holding your hand to your heart while he smirks, sitting on the beach chair beside you in front of the pool

“it was a perfect moment. what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be sleeping?” hes right, its still dark outside- and you’re not exactly thriving in the club areas. you’re not exactly sure why you’re not in your room either, or possibly exploring the resort.

“i just wanted to not be alone i suppose”. it seems sadder than it is, but you like the feeling of being alone, not being lonely. and if sitting by rabid beach members alleviates that loneliness- then you’ll welcome it gladly.

chishiya plays it off like he understands, but he honestly doesn’t. he thrives off of his own self, and he rarely can tolerate being around more than 3 people at once, let alone a crowd. to him, he has no benefit from being around others- especially if they’re overbearing like the majority of those in the beach. it just simply isnt his scene.

“if you say so.”

neither of you speak, simply sitting there beside each other as the wind blows tougher, and you can sense chishiya has ran back to the comfort of his own mind. its odd, he seems to always be in thought- but youre too freshly involved to get to ask him what it is he’s debating inside.

chishiya knows he’s ethically wrong for this, he took an oath to do no evil, yet here he was- sitting beside you as though he is your friend while mapping out an idea that will most likely get you killed for his own benefits. and he thinks he’ll start to take advantage of the things you’re opening up to him about. it doesn’t make him feel too good, but he stands up and looks at you before speaking

“come with me.”

chishiya leads you up a wounding tower of stairs, and you secretly wonder if he decided not to use the elevator just to make fun of you losing your breath over climbing up multiple stories. eventually, you hit the top of the stairs, and he forces open a metal door, leading straight to the roof.

“oh wow!” you’re impressed. the view from the roof is beautiful, and the people downstairs seem so small and little. from here, you can see the greenery attacking the city- and somehow it is comforting.

however, you get the feeling chishiya hasn’t led you up here to show off the new world to you. the air is tenser than before, and uncertainty runs deep inside of you.

he notices the atmosphere as well, and moves a bit closer to you to whisper, as though the people on the ground can hear his words.

“hatter will want to see what you’re capable of soon. i know your visa has days left, but he needs to know what you can bring to the table.”

“i didn’t know i needed to audition for some guy. and we had a game together, can’t you just vouch for me?” you’d rather not get thrown into another murderous game so quickly- you have only had such little time to recover mentally, and now you had to join another potential bloodbath? you don’t bother to look at chishiya, you’re already becoming absorbed by the mass possibilities of what this future game will present you with. he just observes you, noticing how you begin to bite on the inside of your cheek and cracking your knuckles in front of you.

the actions bother him, your anxious mood making him furrow his brows and gnaw on his lip, and after a long silence- chishiya betrays his own self by replying to you

“i’ll find a way to get us together when the day comes.” though the sentence is short, and the blonde immediately begins to walk away after speaking, you know in your own way that chishiya wants to give you his support.

the days leading up until your next game go by fast, and chishiya notices how uncharacteristic he begins to behave. he actively searches for you throughout the day, and with every small moment you learn more about him.

he tells you about how he mainly practices in a pediatric hospital, but strays from the conversation of his own younger memories. finding that you have a unique interest in reading, you both begin to venture for books within the conference rooms of the resort. you admit that your confidant helps you with the budding anxiety of the inevitable game- and you’ve been able to branch out to others as well. kuina has been a common late-night partner of yours, with her it feels as though you are meeting a friend in the true world. your conversations are light and airy, but you both connect on an emotional level as well with ease.

kuina has helped you to meet others as well- like the boy with the cap you saw in your last game, who’s name you’ve learned is tatta. with him, he seems to follow more of ann’s directions- you can’t blame him, she’s probably one of the least intimidating executives the beach has.

you can hear the horns and yelling downstairs, and you recognize it as the time for the late night games. soon after, there’s a knocking on your door. you don’t have to think about who it is, and you only pray that he managed to get you both in the hellsent game together.

when you open your door, chishiya’s face is unreadable. he observes you from under his white hood, zipper head grazing his lower sternum- and is that eyeliner…?

he just nods his head as a greeting, giving a low wave you as you mumble a “hi” and close the door behind you. you hid the bottom of your swimsuit with the sweatpants you had worn before, and an athletic jacket ontop. chishiya doesn’t wait for you, and starts to walk towards the elevator on your floor- speaking without bothering to look at you.

“i tried my best, tatta will be joining us.”

this is all he says to you, he doesn’t even reply to your thanks, simply staring forward at the elevator doors. you get a sense of deja vu from the experience.

if you thought the silence from your room to the lobby was killer, the ride to the game itself made you claustrophobic.

you could feel the alcoholism from the man sitting in the passenger seat, emanating from his breath and marinating into the roughened seats of the car. his loud guffaws while he told some falsified story of his previous games to the stoned girl that sat beside you in the backseat who simply egged on his already high ego. chishiya sits on your right side, but stares out the car window with his music playing- and tatta drives the car stiffly. you can read the nervousness in his eyes when he looks into the rear mirror and sees your face before quickly paying attention to the road once more.

you’re rather uncomfortable, shuffling more towards chishiya once the girl next to you begins to start talking with her hands- and making obscene motions. chishiya practically hugs the car door so you dont touch his shoulder, and you try your best not to. the air is stifling, and you just resort to closing your eyes while shaking your leg to try and calm yourself. you can faintly hear chishiya’s music that he’s been blasting in his ears, and try to focus on that instead of the drunk dude in the front talking about how he screwed some chick a day ago.

secretly, chishiya notices this- he sees how your leg starts to bounce to the rhythm of his old music, and your breaths have gone into harmony with his own. he simply just raises the volume more, ignoring the slight discomfort he begins to experience from the loudness.

when you arrive, the game arena simply seems like a recording studio. its when you grab a phone the counter, that you notice something is different. the phones are protected in casing- and the individual mic room has metal flooring and rusted metal walls. tatta stands beside you, following your line of sight and also seeing the thick metal hinges on the bottom of the other room, unlike the red carpet of the studio where you are directed into.

there are buttons and microphones lodged into the silver counter in the studio, a mesh cover sits over a thick, soundproof, glass window into the other room, joined by a thick metal door on the left.

the girl speaks, her hair moving upwards as she begins to clip it up. “is this going to be some sort of skill game? we doing karaoke here or something?” she laughs, and the drunken man shakes his head- quickly sobering up as compared to his behavior in the vehicle not too long ago.

“something’s up, that door is too thick for something as trivial as that.” he’s right, the door is to protect those in the room- or maybe , hold whatever is in the other room back.

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED! THERE ARE FIVE PLAYERS, THE GAME WILL NOW BEGIN.

you can hardly pay attention, because the tiny arena begins to creek loudly- and as the feminine robotic voice continues her spoken instructions, you lift your head up to view the studio.

the recording room’s metal floor has begun to open up, and water rises to meet the hinges of the flooring. there is no light, just dark water in the opening of the floor.

DIFFICULTY: 3 OF CLUBS!

RULES: FIND THE CODES AND INPUT THEM INTO THE CORRECT ORDER. THE SET WILL BE FOUND UNDERWATER, AND THE ORDER IS WITHIN THE CONTROL STUDIO. YOU HAVE TWO CHANCES TO PUT THE CORRECT CODE ORDER IN. AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE MUST BE IN EACH ROOM AT ALL TIMES. AFTER 30 MINUTES, IF NEITHER ATTEMPT IS CORRECT, IT WILL BE A GAME OVER AND BOTH ROOMS WILL BE GASSED.

30 minutes to move in the dark? were these codes supposed to be divine messages from some guardian angel ?

chishiya wastes no time, quickly moving a swivel chair as the phones begin to count down from 5 minutes- 5minutes to decide who will be in each room.

he begins searching the room like a maniac- even though tatta shyly calls his name.

“chishiya… we need to uhm, figure out how this is going to work.” he simply lets out a gruff “uhuh” while tossing some old vinyls in a box to the floor.

“well nice to know youre helpful! now i’m not that great at swimming- i grew up on the countryside so i dont think im the best bet for this. how about you eh?” the drunk man nudges the younger lady- her eyes dizzy with a reply to his taller stature.

“well… i did middle school swim club … but that was before i moved away-“ he wastes no time, grabbing her wrist and forcefully dragging her towards the metal door despite her protests. “then you’re perfect for the job! who else?!” he scans the room, landing his gaze on you. “can you swim?”

theres about 2 minutes left on the countdown and you resist letting out a laugh in his face. “so are you determining people’s roles now? it seems like you’re just trying to deflect having a role in this altogether.” you say, avoiding answering his question.

he seems ticked off, sneering as he walks closer to you- making you look up at him but your stare doesn’t waver. “you know what, i recall someone saying this was hatter’s game run for you…” he eyes you, looking down at your body and back at your face “so who better to fill the empty spot than you..!”

you can feel your heart drop a little, but internally- you know you should’ve expected it. chishiya eyes you from the side of the room, subtly nodding his head and you know you’ve hit a wall.

the gravity of the situation doesn’t hit until the countdown ends, and the metal door slamming against the wall and locking shut isolates you and the other girl from the three men in the other room. it is silent, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot hear those in the control room.

the girl’s arm is shaking, and you’re not exactly confident in the abilities she has to carry this game to its end.

in front of the glass window, is a table with two headsets- and you hand the girl the other one. chishiya looks at you from his seat behind the control panel, eyes behind the mesh cover of the glass window. he has pity for you.

GAME START

[reijitokito]

Pasting my whole don quixote analysis thread to this site cause i want people to see it. Badly. Reminder i use he/she for donki DO NOT BE JARRED!!!

First of all i think the guy has alot of insecurity about her impulsiveness just. digged there but also feels extremely empty so she tries to make up for it by exaggerating parts of her personality.. THERE COULD BE MANY REASONS! possibly he was seen as emotionless due to being mentally Ill and showing obvious autistic symptoms at one point. which can explain her reaction to the mariachis. I believe she also represses her negative reactions to the things he sees on a daily basis and has been for a good chunk of his life which couldve caused some negative reactions in “friends” who would use this to support the wrongful perceptjon of her as emotional. i feel. she’s definitely hiding SOME shit and also may be exaggerating her personality for other reasons such as. A trauma response and i just believe he’s still the smae loving idealistic perosn at heart.. also the things she is possibly hiding dont seem to be anything too horrifying. So far alot of the signs of her steering away from his past and the internal lack of trust and engagement with the sinners can really justbe compared to what yi sang has done before chapter 4. On the topic of yi sang! Theres a good chunk of parallels between them, such as the fact they were the first two to get promos, their themes of delusion v. Reality, the sin envy in their second attack for both of their base egos, appearing unable to trust other sinners (which i will explain later!) and duitfulness to their ideals. Additionally i can also see donki’s friend group as being formed with a shared goal, as people who are outcasted though slowly with the introduction of new members becoming more torn and corrupted. While in Quixote’s case this seems MUCH worse than Yi Sang, this still would be something shared between them.

I feel like.. family history is similar to hong lu Rich family similar to original book and was probably very sheltered and restrainwd from meeting people possibly due to her family membershaving a poor perceptioj of her. I believe at one point she cut them off and probably decided to become a fixer with sancho which can explain alot of the hints at her being somewhat poor. I think sancho was at first one of the only other people in her life other than her family. I alsk believe there will be some GAY SHIT GOING ON! Back ontopic. I think Sancho either got 1. Corrupted by the rest of donqui’s friends 2. died at some point in which Quixote would probably internally blame himself for Sancho’s death. NOW BLOOD OF SANCHO!!! i believe the reason it need Pride that Quixote often lacks in ids (most importantly base id) is that quixote cannot accept sancho’s death and also cannot accept how horribly the rest of his friends acted towards him But with. The pride needed for the ego don would be able to accept their deaths and still keep sancho in her memory. ADDITIONALLY TELEPOLE. i think telepole relates directly to the repression and abuse and lack of control quixote experienced due to her peers.

I am ill the post is DONE! If you scroll back on my profile i have also made a post on why quixote is jewish. Please read it As well. Talk to me about this guy PLEASE!!!

Oh my vosh and i almost forgot. additionally she seems extreeemely stiff when being with the sinners and honestly seems extremely isolated im believing she was also possibly Not treated like a human whennyounger.. demonized and idolized at the same time and feeling he has to be perfect and knightlike at all times.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: An Invitation

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: Having spent a sleepless night, Caprico walks out of the workshop and fills his mouth with a nutrient solution. He then opens his inbox and copies a payment reminder email before sending it out.

You: Wow, this guy owes you money?

Caprico: I only allowed it because he's a regular. He'd better be dead now... or else I'm going to make him regret the day he was born.

Narrator: "G's Order Form" is what it says on the payment reminder that Caprico sent out. Data Recorder, Collector, Portable Brainwave Blocker... all made from bionic materials that can be injected into the body.

You: Whatever this "G" is doing doesn't seem entirely safe.

Caprico: And that would be the case with all of my clients. Their safety and how they use my products are the least of my concerns, as long as they pay me on time.

Narrator: Right then, the doorbell rings. A visitor reminder pops up on Caprico's screen as the screen connects to the monitor at the door.

Narrator: The monitor, however, shows no one at the door... except for a parcel that sits on the ground.

Narrator: With a frown on his face, Caprico brings the parcel in with a robotic arm. He opens it and sees nothing in it other than a clean-looking bracelet.

Narrator: He proceeds to analyze the bracelet with his device. The device, however, is unable to tell him how the bracelet was made.

Narrator: "Ping"... as if trying to tell him that he's being monitored, Caprico's computer rings, after which an email pops up.

Narrator: On it, there is nothing but one short line... Code-219, this is an invitation from Glow.

Choose either "Glow? Code-219?" or "This parcel doesn't seem right."

If "Glow," ...

You: Glow? Code-219? What do they mean?

Caprico: Glow is Ruins' Administration AI and the world's most perfect artificial intelligence. And Code-219... would be me.

If "parcel," ...

You: This parcel doesn't seem right. It seems like the sender has hacked into your computer. Aren't you going to do something about this?

Caprico: Glow is the only thing that's capable of it. She's the most advanced artificial intelligence, so I'm sure it could have been much worse had she meant to hurt me.

--

Caprico: Glow and I go way back, so I'm positive that this bracelet came from Ruins. What I don't understand, though, is why she's reaching out to me all of a sudden.

Narrator: Weighing his options, Caprico decides to put the bracelet on his wrist. As soon as it's activated, the built-in hologram projector in the bracelet shows the hologram of a female that is missing facial features.

Electronic Sound: Identifying user appearance... Analyzing user preferences... Analysis complete. Reforming hologram. Hologram complete.

Narrator: A few ripples later, the hologram becomes complete with facial features... it's now a face facing Caprico with a perfect smile, a face that he can't be more familiar with.

Narrator: Glow showed Caprico her human form years ago when he was a student at Ruins.

Glow: Hi, Code-219. Nice to see you again. I see you're still the same.

Narrator: The hologram seems both real and surreal against a dark backdrop of the deserted factory. Caprico's eyes shine with the light particles around the hologram.

Narrator: This is the brainchild of the most advanced technology, a perfect artificial intelligence.

Narrator: When Glow walks a step closer to Caprico, some of the light particles on her start raining down.

Glow: I would like to invite you to join me somewhere.

Caprico: Where?

Narrator: The light particles landing around Caprico are reminiscent of ice-cold sparks that land on the soil.

Glow: Future.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[00nobody0044]

short story.. (not finished yet)

Chapter 1: an unwanted surprise

A new, unrecognised creature is roaming the shadowlands, an ink-like monster, like a long snake coming out of an orb, of course, Remy was the first to realise. Remy, a tall monster with 2 eyes on the side on its head, with sharp talons on his hands. Long legs and a small torso. He came running to the shadowlands.

 The shadowlands is a place where only the meanest, strongest, monsters of all the covens. Like Unicorns, shadows, munchers, giraffes wait.. giraffes? Anyways, it’s located on the top of the whisperers dads’ remains. A giant skeleton that had been there for decades. The shadowlands are located on top of its head, giant trees towering above them. 

“Alright shadows!” Said the whisperer, the leader of the shadowlands, one of the most powerful creatures in all of the dimension, a flying entity with sharp spikes going down to its tail, it’s tail being a circle shape with a white dot in the middle, Remy and the whisperer are equally as powerful. “There is an undiscovered entity roaming the land, and it’s up to us to stop it, before it ruins our dimension” he said, as 6 guards went beside him, equiped with shiny gold and emerald armour.

 They noticed the entity getting closer and closer each time. “Guards!” The whisperer yelled as they lined up neatly next to him. They noticed the creature was getting really close. “Attack!” He yelled as he and the guards curled themselves into balls and rolled down the skeleton at record speeds straight at the creature.

They bounced into it and stuck their spikes straight into its skin causing it to howl in pain, making it stunned for a second. Soon they circled around it, their gold spears surrounding him, they uncurled into their original shape and put metal chains around the creature, making it unable to move. “Please! I’m one of you!” It pleaded, “and what type are you meant to be?” The whisperer asked, towering over the helpless entity. “T-the callers..” it stuttered “the callers? You look nothing like them, what’s your name?” he said “strike..” he said as the whisperer called them over. 

“Yo, who’s this?” One of them said “he looks weak,” the other laughed. 

“Guys.. maybe you should just accept him-“

“Shut it Tony!” They both said. The callers glared at it, the orbs at the end of their tails glowing brighter. “Well, a newcomer. This’ll be fun,” one of them said, laughing.

Chapter 2: forgiven and forgotten

The callers showed him to they’re coven hangout. In a deep, dark, cave. “Listen strike, to be one of us you gotta look tough,” one of them said, as they towered over him. Just then he noticed skulls everywhere, the skeleton kind of looked like his.. then he realised, something was terribly wrong.

“why are there bones everywhere?” Striker asked as he slowly back away. The caller looked back, “oh! Those? Pfft! They’re just decorations..” it said, with a sinister smile. “This is never what the humans said..” he mumbled, the caller heard. “The humans knew about this?” It said, quickly turning around and glaring at the small creature.

“You lead the humans here??” The other yelled. “Well.. I.. uh..”

“Silence!” One of them yelled “I’ll have the whisperer know what you’ve done.. and trust me, he is not a forgiving creature..” they said as they called him over. He appeared outraged

“I heard everything!” He yelled “NO PLEA-“ He was sliced in half and just like that, striker was gone, turns out he wasn’t a monster, he was a robot, created by the humans..

“The signals are gone,” a human said as she ran over to the person controlling the entity,

“yep, that robot is long gone, we need more,” he stated as workers carried more different types of monsters in. “Perfect,” the woman said as she connected the computers with the robots. “Send them out.” The man said grinning. 

After a while the Whisperer and Remy were discussing what to do when the humans come, “I heard they send out there things called.. Drones?” Remy stated, “nah, remember striker? He was created by the humans,” he said “Where is he now?” Remy asked.

 the whisperer looked behind him to see a robot that has been torn up into pieces. “What if the humans find the shadowlands though?” Remy asked, the whisperer seemed concerned, “yeah  your right, but, we’re stronger then them, we’ll survive.” He said.

 Remy looked worried, “but remember what happened last time, all of my family went missing!” Remy said as he looked down. There was silence for a moment when they heard something, the whisperer groaned. “Not again..” he scoffed as he had Remy went out to check out what it 

At first they didn’t see anything, so they thought it was the callers trying to trick them. Suddenly they heard them screaming and running away when warping corruption reached them turning into the same corruption making them unable to move. The whisperer and Remy looked at each other. “Uh oh,” they both muttered.

A warping figure came out of the trees and said “Uh oh indeed my friends,”

It went closer to them “the humans programmed us to kill every useless entity, including YOU!” it said. “You don’t know who your messing with!” The whisperer said. “Indeed I do,” it said as another appeared behind it, “indeed we do..”

Chapter 3: the lab

(Yes in fact they did capture them.)

Remy woke up in a panic only to see a human peering into the glass cage he was in. “Ok test subject 045 is awake,” she said with a grin on her face. He saw everyone else in the same type of cage as he was in, with purple liquid in the tube. They were all knocked out cold. Remy ripped off the testing tubes that were removing blood from its body, well, in his case, ink. 

“What are you doing to everyone..?” He muttered. She looked up, “don’t worry, your friends will be fine.”

“Where’s the whisperer?” He muttered as the woman looked over to two large doors. “Don’t worry he’ll be fine too.” She said “What did you do to him?” Remy asked putting a clawed hand on the glass. “Let me show you then, we put him in an almost unbreakable cage” she said, smirking as the two large doors opened up to reveal him, floating in the same cage as him, only looking much, much stronger. The whisperers eyes opened. “I am the best..” he muttered as he slumped down in the purple liquid and started laughing. “What did you do to him?” Remy asked looking at the glitchy texture around the whisperer. “Don’t worry! We put him on anaesthetics! He’ll be fine!” She said.

When the lady left Remy looked up at the air vent, “what’s this doing here?” He asked, and before he could say anything else he got sucked into it. He screamed, “shut up!” One of the callers whispered in a loud tone. “There’s something wrong with the whisperer!” The other said. “He has a glitchy texture around him!” They both said. “Yeah I noticed that too, but, he is the least of our concern, we gotta free the others then we’ll see what’s wrong with him.” Remy whispered as they started going to the other vent openings and grabbing each creature one by one. As Remy was grabbing another he gasped. “What’s wrong Remy?” A monster asked. “The whisperer, his cage, is breaking.” He muttered. They all looked at the cage, “guys we gotta get out of here,” the caller said. As they rushed to get out of the air duct. When they got out they weren’t in their dimension anymore. Buildings, people.. wait.. PEOPLE?? “Where are we?” One of the monsters asked. “We.. we’re in the human realm..” Remy said..

Chapter 4: the office complex

The tube that the whisper was stuck in was fully broken, as a matter of fact he had gone. “CAPTAIN! HE COULD’VE GONE ANYWHERE!” One of the workers shouted. Another was cautiously walking to the tube, little did he know he was there.. when the worker turned around he saw the whisperer, with a huge smile, completely exposing his sharp fangs. 

“Ya know.. y’all are pretty dumb for locking me up,” he said, as he went face to face with the worker, “just know this, I always find a way.” He whispered as he used his tail to slice the workers arm off. He fell onto the floor. The whisperer did a psychopathic laugh as he looked for more workers to destroy.

“Huh, so we’re stuck in the human realm, forever,” Remy said as his legs dangled off the building. “Guys, what about the whisperer?” One of the shadows asked. “We’ll get on to him soon, for now, we have to wait till the anaesthetics go away,” he said.

“Remy, if we go now we could get stuff from the lab..”

“What stuff?” Remy asked. Suddenly, there was a huge roar. “Yep that’s probably him.. let’s go” one of the unicorns said.

They rushed to the lab, and in their horror, everything was broken, all the cages, the testing labs, and old corpse on the floor. They heard laughing coming from the main office. The monsters rushed over to it. They saw the whisperer glitching out, he quickly turned his head to see Remy, looking through the windows, “this isn’t you whisperer..” he said, the whisperer grinned.

“of course it’s me, only better,” he said flinging himself at Remy, pinning him to the ground, Remy pushed him off and threw him into the wall, the whisperer was about to slice Remy in half with his tail when the woman from the lab was holding a massive gun. “I don’t wanna do this to you, but I’m afraid I might have to.” She said firing the gun at him leaving him stunned.

“Quick, follow me you guys,” she said motioning them to 3 giant doors. She opened them, Remy quickly turned around to see him, “good night!” The whisperer said, holding a large button and pressing it, making a trapdoor below them open, as they all fell into the darkness. When Remy woke up, he saw the creatures towering over him. He quickly sat up. “Where are we?” He asked, looking at the woman. “Dang, I haven’t been down here since I was a child,” she muttered. “You know the way out?” One of the callers asked as they tapped the orb on their tail to make them glow, so they could all see. And all they saw was a rusty old computer. “I went through all this, JUST FOR AN OLD COMPUTER?” Remy yelled as he smashed his clawed hands down on the keyboard. “Remy, Remy, chill out. This used to be an office complex.” She laughed. All of a sudden the computer turned on. And had welcome back, Taylor. 

they were all confused at first when the woman stepped up. “That’s my mother’s name..” she mumbled as she ran over to the computer. “Wha- ho- HOW?” The muncher yelled. “Shhh!” They said. “I remember I almost died down here to a particular creature, but, we don’t have to worry about that! she said “What creature?” The unicorns asked. “A monster of nightmares, all I can remember that it was big, very big,” she said.

 “Quick question. What type of anaesthetics did you use on the whisperer?” The shadow asked. “A very strong one, he could destroy the whole universe if he wanted to,” she said “WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT TO HIM?” The unicorns yelled, “DON’T YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS HE CAN BE?” It yelled again. “How long do they last for?” Remy asked. The woman covered her mouth. “Forever..” she mumbled. Remy looked at her, “what?” He asked. “Liston.. it’ll be ok! We just have to find a way to kill him!” She said. “KILL HIM? THERE IS NO WAY YOUR GONNA KILL HIM!” Remy screamed. “Listen, you’re gonna have to choose the universe, over a monster, Remy,” she said.

Chapter 5: the choice..

Remy couldn’t believe he had a choice over the universe or the whisperer, I mean, how could he decide? If the whisperer destroys the universe their dimension will be gone, but if they kill the whisperer their dimension will be gone too! Since he is the one running it. “Remy, we’ll give you some time to think about it.” The woman said.

As they explored the old office complex, somehow, the computers still worked, so most of them were checking them out. One of the callers noticed something, old papers that seemed to have some type of language on it. The caller shined its orb on it to get a better view. It was trying to decode the mysterious language then he heard something, rattling in the distance. It looked around, and saw a faint silhouette in the distance. A spider-like creature, it seemed to be running at him. The caller panicked and shone the orb at it. It roared and quickly ran away.

“Uhh, guys? There’s something down here,” it said. Remy looked back, and gestured the caller to come over to him. They looked around for a while, and both callers were trying to decode the  message. They found out one part which made them nervous. ‘He is watching’.

 A tingle went down their spine. They showed the woman, she stared at it. “What’s this?” She asked as she snatched the paper out of their grasp to look at it. “I know this language, my family used to teach it to me,” she said. “So what does it say?” The unicorn asked. “It says.. ‘he is watching your every move’..” she mumbled. Everyone went over to it, “who’s watching?” They asked.

One of the callers stepped up. “Something big is watching, a spider-like creature with corruption on half of its head.. I didn’t see it fully, but it’s down here.”  It said, turning its head towards the area where he saw it. “Yeah.. maybe we should get out of here.. before it kills us..” the lady said, shining her flashlight on smudged graffiti mixed with blood on the walls. She turned towards the others, “Remy? Have you made up your mind yet?” She asked. Remy looked down, and shook his head.

“I can’t kill him! He’s my best friend! And even if I tried, he’ll probably win against me anyway..” he muttered, “but with all of us we can overcome him,” she said. Remy frowned, “do you have anything that could get rid of the anaesthetics?” He asked. “Well.. my dad did make an antidote but.. it weakened whoever he used it on, so even if we could, he may not be the same..”

“What do you mean by ‘not the same’?” Remy asked. “Well, when he used it on the humanoid creatures he tested on they all ether got their minds reset or just.. well.. evaporated into dust” she said. 

“Well that won’t work,”

“Wait, the whisperer is one of the most powerful creatures ever, so he must not die that easily,” the callers said. “Well, my dad did an experiment on a creature and it was too dangerous to be out in the public so he lock it down here..” she said. The caller turned its head towards a quiet banging noise. And seemed to be locked on the object. “You good?” Remy asked. “I.. hear something..” it stammered.

[kittenfangirl20]

*Adam’s face lit up when he saw Lute, his closest friend in Heaven*

Adam: Danger Tits, you look amazing.

*Adam excitedly picked up Lute and hugged her*

Lute: I missed you too sir and I miss your children.

Adam: They definitely miss their Auntie Lute as well. Let me show you pictures.

*Adam quickly pulled out his phone and showed Lute his children, they were his pride and joy, a random angel wrinkled their nose in disgust*

Random Angel: How was it even possible, you are both men.

Lute: How about you shut your bitch mouth and mind your own fucking business.

*Adam smirked at how Lute could get quite foul mouthed when she got riled up like this, nothing angers her more than people showing disrespect towards Adam, they then saw Raphael walk over looking very smug, he was the healer archangel and his wings were orange and white*

Raphael: From what I heard my brother turned Adam into a hermaphrodite, meaning he had both sets of reproductive organs.

Random Angel: Disgusting.

Adam: I am intersex, that term you used is highly offensive. Besides there is nothing disgusting about my body. It is just a little different than it used to be, but that isn’t a bad thing.

*Adam didn’t care what a smug guy like Raphael thought, Lucifer fond his body beautiful and took every opportunity to worship it when they made love, Adam rolled his eyes when he saw Michael walk over to him*

Michael: May I speak with you?

Adam: Why, do you want to mock my body too?

Michael: No, I promise. I want to apologize for the offense I made earlier.

*Adam didn’t really believe him, but he walked with him*

Adam: What do you really want?

Michael: Please tell me if Lucifer forced you into this unholy union and forced you to bear his children. If so, I will offer you my protection.

*Adam could only laugh at how absurd Michael sounded, this guy really thought he was a grand hero coming to save Adam from the supposedly evil Lucifer and that Adam would fall into his arms*

Adam: Please tell me that was a joke. I wasn’t forced to marry Lucifer, I chose to on my own and I am fucking happy that I did. I always loved your brother, he is my soulmate and my other half. I don’t need to be saved by you or anyone else.

*Michael realized that the brainwashing on Adam was strong if he couldn’t admit he needed to be saved, Michael was obsessed with the first man, he fathered humanity and he was the first human soul to enter Heaven, not to mention he was gorgeous, Michael felt that only he was worthy of Adam, when Extermination Day started, Michael bribed one of the Exorcists to hunt down and kill Adam’s wife Eve, he wanted to have the same done to Cain, but the young man was cunning and strong*

Adam: Look, we had our talk, I am going back to my husband, the superior brother. I don’t need to deal with your delusions.

*Adam stormed off and talked to Lucifer which resulted in the King of Hell to send a deadly glare that would have made others back down, but Michael is not like most people, he then saw Raphael approach him*

Raphael: If you want to gain Adam’s favor, the first step is to find Abel. Find him and Adam will be putty in your hands.

Michael: Good luck with that.

Raphael: There may be a rumor of one of the lost souls who was unable to make it to either Heaven or Hell, but are stuck on Earth going by the name Abel.

*it made perfect sense, some people who died in a traumatic way would sometimes become a lost soul on Earth, Abel being one of those only made sense, if he got Abel, Adam would see how devoted Michael was to him and leave Lucifer*

Michael: I will have my soldiers go to Earth and see if what you say is true.

*Michael looked at Adam and only thought of how this man would soon be his*

Queen Adam Morningstar Au Part 3

It's six months after Adam had baby Jake when they get an invite in the mail from Sera.

It's an official invitation letter for the King and Queen of Hell, Lucifer and Adam Morningstar.

Adam: Luci look, Heaven has invited us to a celebration for our peace treaty.

Lucifer: Oh? *Reads the invitation* That sounds lovely actually. Let Sera know we will be there.

Adam: Who will watch the kids?

Lucifer: Cain and Charlie are here. I'm sure they won't mind lending a hand.

Adam: You're right, I'll call Sera and let her know we'll be there.

Adam: Good idea, they love their older siblings.

*the pair packed and Cain took the siblings to the hotel so they could watch them there, Adam and Lucifer made their wait to the Embassy to Heaven and waited for the portal to open and they stepped through, waiting at the golden gates was Peter who started singing Welcome to Heaven*

Adam: No one fucking likes your song or your moaning.

*Peter looked offended but opened the golden gates, Adam looked around, it had been so long since he had been to Heaven not counting Michael dragging him back there*

Sera: Starlight, I am so happy to see you here.

*Adam flew to Sera and hugged her, he was so happy to always see her, but watching from a distance was Michael, the warrior archangel was convinced that Adam was bewitched by Lucifer and he vowed to save him this time*

(We can use this post and ignore the one I sent)

[milliedazzledust]

If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.

[lluzionz]

"The light to his darkness"

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Xiao x fem!reader

Tw: comfort

A/n: Just a scenario I wrote while in class...

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Xiao put his headphones on y/n's ears, blocking the awful whisperes coming fr her friends and other classmates surronding her, reaching her ears. Tears were streaming down her face as Xiao reached out and took her shaking hand in his, leading her away from there.

"Where are you taking me?" Y/n finally broke the silence that had spead between them. "Away from these people you used to call friends." He sounded mad but y/n didn't really know why. She was the one who got stabbed on the back from the people she used to call her friends, her family, her whole world, yet here was this guy, this strange gloomy guy, standing by her side the moment she needed him the most.

"Thank you." Y/n said in a low voice, causing Xiao to dead in his tracks. "Why are you thanking me?" He asked, now facing her, his golden eyes piercing through her soul. "For standing up for me and taking me away from them, my friends or rather, my ex friends." She exhaled, choking back the tears that had gathered on the corner of her eyes. "It was nothing." He said, showing no emotion. The truth was, he didn't help her just because he felt it was the right thing to do or because he was a good person. No. The main reason was that he had a crush on her. No, this isn't right. He was in love with her. Yes, that's right. He fell in love with her the first time his eyes landed on her figure. She was smiling. That smile. How could he ever forget that smile? It was so pure, like an angel was smiling on him. It was the light to his darkness, to his black, broken soul and he was wiling to do anything to keep that light by his side.

But what if she didn't like him the same way he did? What if she didn't want to be around him once he comfessed his feelings to her? He wasn't sure what his next move would be if it came to down to this but he was going to take the risk. This way, he wouldn't have to hold onto the possibility. He wanted to be sure and also take the secret out of his chest. Taking a deep breath, he looked her deep in the eyes, letting the words slip from his lips. "I'm in love with you." Y/n's eyes open wide, an expression of surprise covered her face as she was unable to believe that she just heard. Xiao was in love with her? For real? How? Why?

"Why?" She wondered in a low voice, catching Xiao's attention who was hanging from her every word, noticing her every expression. "What did you say?" He asked, taking a step closer to her. "Why did you fall in love with me? I'm just a broken person who no one wants. Everybody leaves me at some point. Nobody stays by my side for long." Tears started falling down her rosy cheeks. She fell on her knees , clenching her shirt, were her broken heart laid. Her body shook violantely as all of her emotions overwelmed her, suffocating her.

Seeing her like this, Xiao couldn't help but kneel in front of her, cupping her cheeks as she leaned in and captured her lips on the sweetest, most passionate kiss. It felt like it came straight out of heaven, a perfect refflection of Xiao's feelimgs towards y/n. Love, appreciation, admiration and so much care. His lips fit perfectly on her's almost like the were made for that kiss. Like it was meant for them to be together. A perfect match.

Pulling away, Xiao's eyes opened slowly, being curious to see her face. Her eyes were still closed and her whole expression was different. She looed calm, a faint smile was visible on her lips. "So beautiful." He exclaimed, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, causing her to blush. "Y/n, I love you. I am in love with you since the day I first saw you. That smile of yours mesmurised me. It was so bright, brighter than the sun and it made me feel things. Things that I had never felt before. It was all because of you. I fell for you and I'm not planning on giving up on you. You are the light to my darkness, the cause of my smile, the only thing on my mind is you y/n." He comfessed.

Y/n was lost of words, her mind was completely blank. But even if she could speak, what was she suppose to say? His words sounded like a poem, still ringing on her ears, causing her to smile brightly as tears ran down her cheeks but this time it weren't tears of sadness. No. They were tears of happiness. He loved her and he wasn't going to abandon her or pish her away after time passed. She believed him. Without giving it a second thought, y/n jumped into his arms, kissing him with passion.

Her cheeks grew bright red as she pulled away from him upon realising what she did. Not only she kissed him, the way she jumped on him caused both of them to fall back, with her on top of him. "I'm sorry!" She apologised, embarrassed as she tried to get off of him but he stopped her by wrapping his arms around her body. "Please, don't get up. Let me hold you for a while." He pleated. Y/n's muscules relaxed, letting herself enjoy Xiao's warmth and touch.

[maoam]

WHY HINATA IS NOT A GOOD CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I wanted to take a deeper look at Hinata’s character, considering there are a lot of claims about her out there, that she’s strong, that she’s kind, that she’s complex and relatable, that she’s the perfect woman and that she’s at least better than Sakura. I don’t really think so, and I’ll explain why. I’ll be focusing on canon, so no fillers or novels will be included in this post. I’ll say this as a warning, if you’re a fan of her character this probably won’t be something you’ll like. This will be tagged with the anti tags and put under read more so please do not complain if tumblr somehow puts this in the normal tags, it is not intentional. Also Sakura stans please don’t write lengthy comments about Sakura under this, I’m not a fan of her either and I’ll write about her later. Make your own post instead.

”HINATA IS STRONG AND THE BEST KUNOICHI”

Hinata is generally really bad as a shinobi and I’m not sure where the claims that she is strong come from. Hinata's entire character revolves around her being weak. This could have been fine if she actually developed, or if she found some other area for herself, yet she's mediocre at best and a waste of panels at worst, because she never becomes good or strong at anything. She’s not only physically weak from start to finish, but she’s also the equivalent of a damsel in distress. Everytime Hinata attempts to do something, she ends up failing, getting beaten up and having to be saved. She lost to her sister who is five years younger than her, which is what marked her as a failure in her clan. She tried to fight Neji in the chunin exams and ended up coughing up blood and losing her consciousness, and Naruto had to beat Neji for her. After Kabuto heals her fully, she spends the rest of part 1 either sleeping or missing in action. Very underwhelming.

If this had been only the beginning, it would have maybe been fine, but it’s a reoccuring pattern with her character. She throws herself in front of Pain, managing to do nothing but get one-paneled and almost killed. Even at the start of the war she had to be saved by Naruto. She tried to run to Naruto and tripped over a rock. Actually, she’s so weak she got Neji killed, when he had to jump in front of her so she wouldn’t get impaled. Why is she even in the front lines when she can’t fight? Even in Naruto the Last movie she had to be saved multiple times. In Boruto the movie she is still useless and reckless, leaving her daughter’s side to help Naruto, ending up defeated and having to be healed by Sakura once again.

I can’t say she’s mentally strong either. She has the personality of someone who hates conflict and tries to avoid it as best as they can, to the point of agreeing with others on everything, as Neji pointed out. Even without him saying it out loud, most of Hinata’s moments that aren’t her thinking about Naruto are her doing exactly this. This is not the personality of someone who is strong mentally. It’s the personality of someone who is too weak to have their own mind, someone who will go with the flow and is easily led and convinced. It can be dangerous the more you think about it. Hinata is also the bystander who never stands up for Naruto despite liking and admiring him. If she’s a compassionate girl, why isn’t she showing this by reaching out to Naruto and befriending him? Why doesn’t she show he’s not alone? Why is she only drawing inspiration from him? I don’t normally watch fillers, but there was one filler scene unrelated to Hinata where this girl says if you only look at the loser and do nothing, you aren’t much better than the oppressors, which probably wasn’t meant to be a call out for Hinata, but ended up being so anyway. Another thing that’s annoying is how she is berating herself often, yet doing nothing, it comes off as self-pity. Even in the Last movie, she is talking about how she must be a bad sister for knitting a scarf when her sister is in danger. Then why are you doing it and not stopping? Of course everytime this happens Naruto must cheer her up because she just can’t stop moping around and doing something herself.

Aside from all this, from the very beginning Hinata’s honor needed to be defended by Naruto because she couldn’t stand up for herself. Of course, after Naruto’s words she did stood up for a moment, and that was good, but it should have been a wake up call which altered her course. Instead, she kept doing the same she always did. If we take the Last movie into consideration, she’s still not strong enough to do anything even about her crush on Naruto. She needs genjutsu and Sakura to do the work for her. So even when it comes to the only thing she cares about 90 % of the time, which is Naruto-kun, she can’t do anything about it. That’s really sad.

”HINATA IS KIND AND SELFLESS”

There’s one mistake I see people make often, and that’s assuming characters that are quiet and shy are automatically kind. I wouldn’t say Hinata is as kind as the fandom makes her out to be. She simply comes off that way because you don’t really see her have her own opinions or disagree with the other characters. Hinata’s shyness on the other hand is most of the time a fetishized quirk to appeal to certain subset of fans. Her shyness doesn’t stop her from taking exams or hanging around Shino and Kiba, or talking to characters other than Naruto. She also has enough attitude to rub Neji’s status as a house slave in his face during their match, but because she stutters Naruto-kun every five minutes she’s supposedly kind. Kindness is shown through actions, not through standing around and stuttering. For comparison, we see Ino befriend an unpopular kid like Sakura, and give her confidence. That’s an act of kindness. Did Hinata ever cared about helping the branch members in any way? No.

She's supposedly "kind" but like I mentioned before she never shows this kindness by standing up for Naruto, or reaching out to him. She simply stares at him behind a tree and draws inspiration from his suffering. The only time she can actually stand up is to selfishly confess her love and die. She even said she felt like being selfish, and like I said she knew there was nothing she could do, she was told she’d only be in the way. She came there only to confess and commit suicide. This actually reminds me of another anime where this female character, after being unable to receive a male character’s love killed herself in front of him and said ”now you’ll never forget me”.

In the end, she cares about nothing but her own hormonal urges. Hinata tried to help Naruto cheat to pass an exam at the risk of disqualifying her whole team. This is the first individual action we see her character take. Did she consider Shino and Kiba during that moment? No, she didn’t even have an inner conflict on whether she should do this, whether it’s right towards her teammates. Even Naruto considers he might get Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura all in trouble if he accepts Hinata’s offer, which is why he doesn’t do it. Then when Hinata wonders if she can cheer for Naruto during his and Kiba’s match, she thinks Kiba might get mad. It’s more about how Kiba views her rather than whether she should cheer for Kiba because they are in the same team and should support each other. During the Pain attack, she left an injured shinobi, who couldn’t move, to go to Naruto, even when said shinobi told her she would only be in Naruto’s way. She didn’t try to save people, she simply wanted to confess and act in front of Naruto. This is about a threat to the entire village, which includes her comrades and her sister and she’s thinking only about her romantic feelings towards a guy she had maybe two conversations with and who barely remembers she exists. How is she better than Sakura? War arc really was the icing on the cake that Hinata’s character is only about Naruto. We should not forget the infamous ”Naruto-kun’s hand is so big… so manly...” is that really the right time to be thirsty? When Neji just died? Shikamaru mentions that he could help out Naruto as a right-hand man and then Hinata thinks “I-I want to be by Naruto-kun’s side too.” Then there’s of course the scene where she starts running to Naruto, leaving her post and teammates, even when Naruto is a mile away and already in the hands of medical ninjas, and even that ends up her pathetically tripping over a rock. Kiba has to remind her to use her byakugan because she is too busy gushing about Naruto. Eventually her only last line is “Naruto-kun”, when everyone is put into IT. It’s like a parody by this point. She doesn’t have any concern for her sister, her father, her teammates, Kurenai or her baby. It’s just “Naruto-kun” like it always is. Even in the Last movie, she is knitting a scarf for Naruto during the mission where they’re supposed to save her sister. Who brings a scarf on a mission? Why is she thinking about her romantic gift to Naruto so much she has to take it with her on a mission which focus is saving her sister? She even looks more devastated when Toneri tores the scarf apart than she ever does for Hanabi’s sake. It’s just silly and selfish.

”HINATA IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER”

Is she complex though? Her development goes from standing behind a tree looking at her crush she never talks to, to committing suicide for feelings that could never be reciprocated, to… waiting that a genjutsu and Sakura guilt trip Naruto enough for him to be with her? Like I already mentioned her character revolves entirely around Naruto, she has no hobbies or interests we know of aside from him. She has no motivations aside from being by Naruto’s side. She once had an interesting goal and backstory, but that was never fully explored, and it turned into her wanting Naruto’s attention and thinking about him. Her clan plot was irrelevant, she showed no interest in wanting to be a leader or even wanting to make things better for the branch members. It’s funny because immediately after the ending, no one cared about the Hyuuga branch and how the storyline was dropped and had no resolution. It was only when Hinata was being attacked for not showing to care did her fans start to over-analyze all the panels looking for the tiniest little clue that might hint at some changes.

It’s possible to be both shy, anxious and quiet and also to be strong, motivated and have interests and dreams. Hinata is never strong for herself, she’s only strong to be with Naruto, to die for Naruto, to motivate Naruto, to have Naruto look at her even for a moment. All the while Naruto doesn’t pay much attention to her unless she’s literally dying in front of him or she slapped him. Even when a big climax is happening, what’s on her mind is always her romantic feelings and her crush. I saw someone say if she were a male character, and she pulled this pointless sacrifice and theatrical confession in the final fight of an arc, she would’ve been universally mocked. Actually, I think even if it was Sakura who did this instead of Hinata the former would have been mocked, because their stans are unable to see the same flaws in their own fave as they see in the other girl. Naruto is a battle manga, characters are supposed to contribute to the defeat of the villain in some material way. The only reason people praise Hinata for what she did in the Pain arc is because they either pity her or because they’re men who think women killing themselves for a man is great because it boosts their ego.

I also notice many Hinata fans don’t notice the vanity in their own fandom. They call Hinata “princess”, ”heiress”, ”Konoha’s first lady” and draw fanart glorifying these concepts and how it makes Hinata good, because they like the superficial status, what they don’t care is the titles are unearned. I thought Hinata’s appeal was that she’s the underdog and a loser? Or maybe her real appeal is the idea of getting everything you want without doing much in order to get it?  Another claim is that Hinata is the perfect woman, which you might see from men. This is what I might dislike the most. Men judge Hinata’s worth and whether she’s a good character based on what kind of woman they want and think is the right kind of woman. Hinata has big breasts, she’s submissive, she has no other interests than the man she likes, and she’s the only girl in her class who didn’t go for the popular guy. Many men hate Sakura, Ino and Karin for being fangirls but praise Hinata for being a fangirl. Basically to them if a character is a fangirl of the wrong guy, she’s a stupid slut. If she fangirls their self insert, she’s wife material and the ideal woman. If Sakura has to be saved, she’s useless. If Hinata tries to kill herself for Naruto, she’s ”so kind”. Rin is a one-dimensional character, but Hinata saying Naruto-kun for the 50th time is depth. Hinata is also claimed to be better than the other girls because she had more kids and thus is more ”fertile”. It’s like feminism never happened and we are back to the 16th century. Why are we judging women’s worth on how many kids they have and how much they can please a man?

I could also talk about how Studio Pierrot turned Hinata into a hentai bait for otakus, which also plays a part in her popularity, but I don’t think it’s necessary, so I will just offer this picture which speaks for itself.

END NOTE

Hinata is simply just a sexist stereotype, a shadow of a real woman, with not much depth, and who is certainly not better than Sakura either. Both of them are fangirls whose characters revolve around men. It’s wild to me how there are women who genuinely act like one must be a misogynist if they reject Hinata’s superficial, one-dimensional and boy crazy character. Her character itself is misogynist for crying out loud. And honestly, what does it say when even the creator himself assumes that Hinata is someone’s favorite character because he must like big boobs?

[mochikeiji]

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)

Take less, more kisses, cutie.

[struggling-with-time]

How to spiral out of control [Simpbur x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x fem!reader (Simpbur x reader)

Summary: How simpbur became simpbur. And how you grew up and lived with him.

Warnings: Obsession, unhealthy obsession, stalking, murder, drugging, unhealthy relationship, and Simpbur being a creep.

Words: 5K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Listen I had brainrot. And I don't know how to defend this. (Also requests are still open! Click here!) And it's unedited for now it's 5:12 am here I will edit later today

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Wilbur was a pretty insignificant child. The death of his mother being one of the most interesting things about his childhood. While he claimed not to blame his youngest brother for the loss of his mother. He certainly had a funny way of showing his youngest brother affection.

Wilbur is the middle child of three. A charming but quiet and well accomplished older brother, who seems to never have to end to his dedication neither success. And his youngest brother, a loud ball of sunshine that just seems to make everyone in a good mood. Truly good with people, something Wilbur never seemed to grasp.

His whole childhood tainted by that fact. Always living in the shadow of his brothers, the clear favourites of everyone who came near the family of four.

So his grades was just average, never good enough to get acknowledged, never bad enough to need extra attention. Just average, like the rest of him. He grew up lanky, not athletic neither unable to run. Wilbur was grey in a family of golden people. His father raised them alone for most of Wilbur’s life. His father that despite never saying it out loud had clear favourites in his brothers. It was always, oh and Wilbur too!

Never him, never just him.

So, Wilbur spent most of his childhood lonely, disregarded and weird. A pitiful child. A pathetic child.

The thing is there was one thing, that made Wilbur worth anyone’s time. One person. You.

His childhood best friend.

Well, that’s what anyone who only knew Wilbur would say. Because you were the only friend he had. However, it was different for you, although the two of you were good friends, you wouldn’t call him your best friend for years. That didn’t happen till you became teenagers.

You had always tried your best to include the weird kid in playdates, birthday parties, and playground games. But nobody else seemed to find him worth their time, with his weird and morbid comments. But you persisted that he wasn’t that weird, besides his older brother was really cool.

So, you stick around, you stick around as playdates become hangouts, as dolls become makeup, and homework goes from learning to read to writing essays.

While you had many friends, both come and go and stay, Wilbur had been there for as long as you could remember. A playground proposal documented on home video. And a remake of it on the day of your school dance. You had played along, but it was known to everyone that your childhood friend wanted to be more than friends. But you stayed, smiled for the camera and laughed it off.

Then the school dance was over, and the last exam had been taken. That’s when you moved a country over, and slowly you lost contact with the people you used to call friends, but Wilbur stayed. Wilbur always stayed.

He finally got the spot as the best friend in your mind too. A definite win in his book.

Wilbur had always been odd, a bit to the left of normal. But now, with distance and screens in between you, he only started to act more concerning. This was around the time he started talking about feeling depressed and useless.

Of course, you always told him you didn’t believe that, what else were you supposed to say? Your friendship turning more and more into therapy sessions once a week for Wilbur on your end. While for him it was the highlight of his week.

Clicking the call button beside your profile picture, an anime girl from one he had recommended to you himself. One he had stayed up an entire night to shift through different animes to find the perfect one to send your way. One he was guaranteed you would watch.

“Wilbur, I should really get off.”

“C’mon stay on just a bit later, please.”

The silence deafening over the video call, he watches you intensely as you pull your legs into your chest, your shitty webcam standing beside you on your bed.

Wilbur reached out for the energy drink beside him, a new habit he has picked up. The more hours spent on the computer, the more he seemed to consume.

“Fine, just half an hour more. But then it’s the last half hour.”

Wilbur smiles at that, you choosing him over everything else in the world. He likes that, he likes that a lot. You valuing him. Spending time with him, and only him. Your attention is his.

“We could always fall asleep on call, then we could keep talking.”

“Another day Wilbur, another day.”

That. That sentence he on the other hand didn’t like. Not one bit. A promise never kept. A promise left unspoken and unpromised from your side, but a broken and abandoned promise on his side.

Then there was the wall incident.

Wilbur wouldn’t have told you if it weren’t for you noticing the hole in his wall. One that matched his fist quite neatly. His father had taken his PS4 in punishment for Wilbur using so much the WiFi plan to call you. At least that’s what he told you.

In reality, he had gotten into a fight with his older brother, his brother had asked about you, how you were doing, and if he could say hi during a call. There was something about the words that had irked Wilbur, something that set him off, something about him that made his brother seem dangerous to Wilbur. So, he had decked his older brother in the face. Causing a blackeye to occur.

In return, Wilbur now sported a big black and blue spot from where he hit the floor. His brother having immediately tackled him.

And to Wilbur that had confirmed his thoughts. Other guys are dangerous, he’s the only one you should rely on.

The wall had taken the brunt of his rage that night, a screaming match with his dad that ended with his little brother getting sent to his friends' house, and his PS4 getting confiscated until Wilbur had gotten a job and was able to pay back the damages.

And he did get a job, much to your surprise. But you had encouraged him throughout it all. A dead-end cashier job that only seemed to make his world staler and more bothersome than before.

A time where he searched for every distraction possible, gaming, music, you.

You were proud of him when he got the hole in his wall fixed, and even more when he kept his job. And Wilbur doesn’t remember you ever giving him more praise than the day he told you he was starting to investigate going to university.

Naturally, you helped him, and along the way, Wilbur picked up a guitar. A new asset to his den of depression that his room had become, decked in led lights, and overpriced RGB gaming stuff.

The university acceptance came rather quick, and suddenly Wilbur was packing up his life and heading to university. Boxes filled with stuff he barely remembered owning, and kitchen appliances that would never see the light of the day.

And he can feel you starting to drift, already busy with your own life. But he clings to you.

He stays, Wilbur always stays in your life. Even when you drift.

Wilbur knows it’s affecting him. It’s not hidden from anyone. The longer that goes between the two of you talking, the sourer his mood gets. The longer you don’t respond to him, the more messages he sends. The more information he craves to know.

Who are you talking to?

Who are you seeing?

Who is so much more important than him?

Hadn’t he always been there for you?

Hadn’t he always stayed?

You owe him.

Wilbur grows bitter and resentful. But not to you, never to you. But for everyone around you. His biggest joys in life now coming from the ungodly amount of caffeine he drinks, and whenever you reach out first.

This is why the day you call him asking for help is forever a day that will bring him joy.

“Hey Will, you’re really good with tech, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me start streaming.”

He chokes on the energy drink. He chokes on his words. He chokes on the air. He drowns.

His heart aching. His anger festering. His-

“Sure.”

He hears himself respond before he can even process the thought.

It takes him 2 days of absence from university, and what feels like 2 even longer nights, before he’s an expert on how to stream. He reads everything he can find, he watched everything that gets suggested.

You asked him for help, so he will help.

But Wilbur, spends these hours conflicted. You want his help, not someone else’s, someone lesser than him. Him.

But at the same time. His mind keeps wandering, isn’t he enough any longer? Isn’t he good enough for you? Why isn’t he good enough for you? Why? Why?

And thus, he learns you how to use the software, and beings alongside you. He finds comfort in knowing most of your streams whenever possible is spent with him on a call with you.

Although that happens after hours of pestering, that doesn’t matter. He gets to talk to you, while the rest is limited to a measly chat.

You seem to find yourself comfortably in the gaming category, slowly growing. Slowly rising.

Wilbur’s own streams, on the other hand, feels more like incoherent rants interrupted by his guitar plays. And once in a blue moon, you are on call with him.

It doesn’t take long before he gives up, watching you grow. Finding more comfort in watching you, instead of being the watched. Not that anyone really did watch him besides for you.

Wilbur stays out of a camera, as you only seem to grow more comfortable being in front of one.

The first time you have someone on a call with you on stream, who isn’t Wilbur. He just can’t help but break his bedside lamp. It’s a guy nonetheless. A guy from the internet. The type of guy Wilbur has never been shy to tell you horror stories about.

And this is where another bad habit of his started to emerge. He just can’t help himself. But you’re laughing with someone else. You’re smiling for someone else. You’re his. Not anyone else’s. His. His. His.

Wilbur is quick to find the donating button he had helped you set up himself. At that time it had only been used a couple of times. Nothing big. But Wilbur wants big. He wants attention. He wants you.

He fumbles with his credit card as he keys in the numbers, he’s a bit too familiarised with them. Because anything he can get from the internet will be delivered that way.

And then the notification pops up on your screen. A donation number you had never expected. And you start crying. Right there. Right on stream. And Wilbur sucks it up. He sucks it right up that you’re crying for him, whiling praising him, and only him.

The match you were playing ruined, and Wilburs smile only grows as he hears the familiar tone of discord receiving a call.

That night. You had ditched the fellow streamer to thank Wilbur and hang out with him.

Something you never thought you would regret.

But oh, how you did. How you did.

It takes Wilbur around 2 months to get used to a large sum of money means special attention to him, and only him. For everyone to see.

And he can feel you pulling away, so each time he donates, it’s bigger. Larger. Grander.

He’s never on your stream without a donation anymore. Never on call for free. But Wilbur doesn’t mind, because everyone gets to see you’re his.

And he keeps increasing the amount as you keep growing until he hits a stalemate. He’s using half of his paycheck on you, while he doesn’t mind going hungry a couple of days. His bills won’t wait for him. And he has been living away from home for far too long to ever think about calling up his father and ask for money.

Not to mention his oldest brother would never. Then neither will Wilbur. Because Wilbur is better. Better than all of them.

The larger your stream grows, the closer graduation arrives, and then Wilbur is sitting in another apartment. Another dead-end job. Another grey life.

Another dull life passing him by. Your voice constantly on loop his apartment. Constantly filling his life. As it always has. But to you, Wilbur is barely a part of your everyday. Only really showing up when a donation comes in. As you once again tell him not to spend money on you.

But he seems to stay. Wilbur always stays.

He’s the first to like anything you post on social media. Always online never off. Always lurking. Never missing. Never absent. He’s always there.

Wilbur never misses a stream; he schedules his life around yours. Even if you’re a country away.

And then one day you’re not. You’re not a country away, you’re moving back. You’re moving closer. And suddenly you live an hour away by car. Instead of an airplane ride, and shitty trains.

Suddenly Wilbur can see himself get a foot in the door. No longer grasping onto his parasitic parasocial friendship with you. He can see himself being more than the childhood friend who has always been there. He can see himself as the partner that always is there.

Wilbur is giddy the entire car ride. He’s giddy as he feels his bag burn on his shoulder. And he’s giddy until the second you embrace him in a hug and welcome him into your new apartment.

It’s bigger than the one you’ve had since university.

And then his future crumbles. You start talking about a guy named Jared. Fucking Jared. Why did even his name have to leave a sour taste in his mouth? A guy you met over the internet. Not just any guy. No specifically the fucker from the first time Wilbur had donated.

Apparently, he wasn’t a streamer, but a friend you had made during your 2 years you lived at university but never told Wilbur about. Not a single mention of him, and suddenly he’s all you’re talking about.

How could Wilbur have known? You hadn’t even mentioned him on stream. Wilbur always listened so carefully, writing down everyone you mentioned. You had called him attentive once, and he would never want to disappoint you. Maybe if he was attentive enough you would look his way.

Instead, here you are talking about this Jared guy. And Wilbur knows what he has to do. A thought he has been toying with for around 3 years now. Ever since you went to Disneyland together. A trip he paid for, and a trip that was streamed, so everyone could see you were his. You were always his.

That was easily his favourite video.

In the week up to the vacation, Wilbur had done everything he could to learn about cameras so he could help you, and do the most for you. He had even helped you sort through some of the non-streamed videos he filmed too for a YouTube video for you.

Which is where he found the clip of you changing.

The camera had been resting on your hotel bed, the video having a clear Dutch angle, leaving the hotel room slandered. But there you were, right square and centre still. Changing. It takes you a minute to finish before you turn around and pick the camera up again. Mumbling something as you turn it to show off your hotel room, and then the clip cuts to black.

He never told you about it, instead just saving that specific clip on a USB stick. A piece of tech he valued more than his life. Not that his life had ever been worth much in comparison to his.

Wilbur rips his bag open, careful not to make a lot of noise. He removed his clothes, and then the fake bottom. And underneath it reveals small security cameras.

Wilbur has never been more thankful for you being a heavy sleeper and letting him sleep on a mattress on the floor of your bedroom. He quietly sets up two in your bedroom, before moving into the rest of your house. One in your office that has been converted to a streaming room. His own personal angle to your public life.

Two more in the living room, he skips the kitchen and hesitates at the door of your bathroom. For the first time, he hesitates. His hand hovers over the doorknob, the other holding the camera.

“Wilbur?”

You’re standing in the hallway, sleep evident on your face.

“Will why are you making so much noise?”

“No reason darling, go back to bed, just needed some water.”

His breath is stuck in his throat until he hears you close the bedroom door again.

That was the first time he hesitated. And his last. He couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t afford to lose you further.

The rest of the trip passes Wilbur by as you introduce him to Jared. The douchebag himself. The asshole. The guy who dares take away what is Wilbur’s. Even on the ride home. All Wilbur can see is Jared’s image etched into his mind. His god-awful fashion sense. The way everything, he wore around you, just seemed to be a size too small. Nobody wants to see that fuckers’ muscles. Wilbur’s knuckles turn white, as he grips the steering wheel.

Jared has to go.

He’s ruining everything. He’s not part of the dream you told Wilbur you had. Jared has never been part of that. Wilbur was supposed to be part of that. Even if the dream changed through the year. Even if the one you’re living now is the unimaginable future the two of you imagined up at seventeen. But one thing was sure. Jared wasn’t part of that. Wilbur was.

Wilbur easily finds himself a new normal at home. The trip giving him a refreshed sense of hope. A plan in the making. His daily routine now including watching you all hours of the day. Not just your streams any longer. Every single second he can wrench out of those cameras.

And suddenly his friendship seems to improve with you too. Because now he can see when you’re sad and in need of a friend. He reaches out at the perfect time. Abusing your vulnerable state. Because it’s the best to do. It’s for the betterment of your future.

The more Wilbur is there for you, the more he resents Jared. He deserved to be in your bed, not that asshole. He deserves to reap the rewards of his hard labour. He is the one that has always been there because Wilbur has always stayed.

A simple click is all it takes for Wilbur and the item has been placed in a cart. Mere keystrokes and it has been paid. A single click and Wilbur has truly gone insane, as a packet is shipped off. A packet containing a bottle of sleeping pills.

The next time you invite Wilbur down, you barely recognise him as you open the door. Eyebags so deep you’ve never seen before. His entire body slightly twitching, and that manic smile on his lips. Wilbur brushes your concerns off, claiming that’s just what happens in real workplaces. Not that you would know anything about that.

Wilbur hates the feeling of insulting you, but you had barely responded the entire week. You deserved to suffer for a moment. Before he caves and apologises for being rude. That’s the moment you can see the resembles of his normal being as he hangs his shoulders.

Jared comes over that night. Just as Wilbur had planned. And this time he won’t hesitate. He even bought a bigger car for this.

Wilbur offers to mix the drinks, claiming to have learnt a new recipe. Which isn’t a lie, he has learned how to perfect just the right cocktail thick enough that covers the chalky residue of the pills. And sweet enough to make the bitter taste disappear.

He serves them, keeping a watchful eye as the night drags on, and Jared never seems to shut up. But Wilbur can deal with it for one night. Just for one. And then he won’t ever have to worry about Jared again.

He serves another.

And then another drink.

And finally. Finally. You’re starting to get tired. Slowly leaning against Wilbur. And he takes pride in that. Great pride. You didn’t choose to lean against Jared, you’re leaning against Wilbur.

Wilbur sits still until Jared too is starting to fall asleep. Wilbur is ecstatic.

He gets up slowly, gently laying you down, a pillow underneath your face. A blanket over you. He kisses your forehead and smells your hair. Taking in the shampoo scent still lingering.

Then Wilbur gets moving, he has stuff to do. Plans to execute after all.

He does his best to get Jared’s left arm over his shoulders. But their awkward height difference makes it difficult, but he can make it work. It has to work. He only gets one shot.

Wilbur gets the front door open before he realises a fatal flaw in his plan. He has to drag Jared down 3 floors worth of stairs. He realises he can’t do it the way he is now. He has to drag him down by his armpits instead.

It takes him the first flight of stairs to realise Jared shoes are making too much noise. He has to abandon them, Wilbur awkwardly gets Jared leaned against the wall before he removes Jared’s polished black shoes. Wilbur leaves them there, making a mental note to remember them when he comes back.

The rest of the stairs, while difficult and definitely breathtaking for someone who has no muscle strength. He makes it work. Wilbur actually makes it work.

He made it work. It worked. Oh god. It’s working.

Wilbur repositions Jared once more, his arm once again over Wilbur’s shoulders. The night sky greeting him as he steps out of the apartment complex. With great difficulty, Wilbur gets the two of them over to his car, where he throws open the trunk. In the proceed shaking the car, setting off the car alarm. Wilbur is quick to drop Jared as he fumbles after his car keys. It takes him nearly a full minute to turn off the car alarm.

Wilbur curses under his breath.

Annoyed with the time loss. He finally gets the knocked-out Jared into his trunk, and he shuts it again. Just as a front door in the apartment complex opens. A man steps out. He raises a hand to Wilbur, before pulling out a smoke.

Wilbur shuffles on his feet before raising a hand. And then awkwardly gets into his car.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

He has a body in his trunk. Now he just has to get to the harbour. Wilbur starts the car and starts the ride to the harbour a town over.

Half an hour has gone past when Wilbur is pulling the handbrake, and taking the keys out. He’s quick to get out, and even quicker to get to Jared. Wilbur keeps thinking about you. Your smile. Your kindness. Your voice. Your beauty. Your grace. As his hands are securing zip ties around the wrists and ankles of an unconscious man.

He has to go.

Wilbur reminds himself.

A cloth is tied around Jared’s filthy mouth, and then Wilbur is back to dragging him. It’s both easier and harder. Easier before he’s just dragging him across the pebbles and over to the brink of the harbour. Both of his arms are under both of Jared’s.

But it’s harder because if someone sees him it’s going to get difficult to explain. But nobody does. As far as Wilbur is aware.

So a splash is made by a body, and Jared is unceremoniously sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor.

Wilbur takes one more breath of fresh air. Before turning around and getting back into his new car.

He’s quick to arrive at your apartment complex. The man was no longer there. Wilbur goes to grip the front door. It doesn’t bulge.

Oh yeah, it’s locked.

He fishes the copy he made of your house key from his keychain and lets himself into the building he doesn’t live in. An invited guest, that has turned out to be an uninvited one.

He can feel the tiredness setting in his bones, as he ascends the stairs. And the realisation that he just killed someone hasn’t dawned on him yet. Instead, all his muscles are aching, and his eyes barely staying open.

He stumbles into your apartment. Another kiss gets left on your forehead as he goes for your bed. The smell is so nice. It’s so obvious to him this is where you sleep. And he’s soaking in each moment until his eyes are giving out.

His night remaining dreamless, instead, he gets awoken rather rudely around noon. You’ve pulled the comforter off him and told him to get up, so the two of you can spend some timeacting together. and Wilbur happily does that.

Not at all acing like a man who purposely took another person’s life mere hours ago. You rush him to get into his clothes. As you have something planned for rest of the day out of the apartment. You’re talking his ears off as you descend the first flight stairs your personal puppy in tow.

When you stop dead in your tracks. Wilbur nearly stumbles into you.

“Will, is that Jared’s shoes?”

And right there is in fact Jared’s shoes. The pair Wilbur had forgotten all about. The pair he had left unintentionally.

“Are you sure about that? Thought he already left.” Wilbur lies, he may be awkward, but he has gotten pretty good at lying to you through the years.

“Yeah yeah, you’re right. Why would he leave his shoes?”

The question gets left unanswered, and the tension is thick until you get outside, and the sun is shining. It seems it knows too of how good this day is for Wilbur, a dawn of a new era. Where you will finally acknowledge him as the perfect one for you.

The man from the nightstand once again with a smoke and raises his hand to greet Wilbur, once again Wilbur shuffles on his feet before he raises a hand back. You look at him weirdly, and Wilbur shrugs it off.

The rest of the day happening without any mishaps or other incidents. But the shoes just can’t seem to leave your mind, despite how hard Wilbur is trying to distract you.

And then the afternoon passes, and the night, and the car ride, and Wilbur is once again home. And as soon as the door closes. He crumbles down on the floor.

Oh god.

He did it.

He actually fucking did it.

He isn’t useless.

He’s fucking Wilbur, and Wilbur stays in your life. Even when you make such stupid mistakes as falling for another person. There’s only one person for you and that’s him.

You’re actually the first one to call him this time, and the smile never leaves his lips. Even if the call is about Jared. And how worried you are about not having heard from him. Wilbur just tells you; you should have listened to him. Guys on the internet are just like that. And that you deserve better. Someone like him.

You laugh at this and thank him for calming you down.

Wilbur suddenly loves phone calls.

This bliss is perfect for Wilbur you’re talking to him more and more. And he watches, god he watches you. Every step you take in that apartment is filmed logged on his computer.

However, all good things must come to an end, and Wilbur has barely pulled off his tie after work when a group of loud knocks sounds at his door. He isn’t expecting guests.

A group of men in blue uniforms greets him.

“Wilbur Soot, you’re under the arrest for the Murder of Jared Yarrow.”

Wilbur barely registers what’s going on, before he’s in a holding cell. A psych evaluation under his belt. A phone call to his father asking him to help him out.

The days bleed together in the unchanging environment, and suddenly a defender is telling him to plead for insanity.

Then the defender comes back again days later with a court date, and all Wilbur can do is count the seconds.

Time for the first time since arriving slows down when the doors to the court open and Wilbur is lead into the courtroom. And there you are, looking beautiful as ever. Tears and despair clearly written on your face. You look away from him, and it makes him stumble for a moment. A quick look to the other side, confirms his fear. His father is here. Alongside his brothers.

The trial goes over what happened that night, the evidence, the sleeping medication, the car. Everything. Yet even when his sentence is received, even when he is told he won’t see the sun again for a long time. There is only one thing on his mind.

They never found the cameras.

And he just can’t help but smile at that as he’s getting lead away to rot.

Because Wilbur has always stayed by your side, Wilbur always stays. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

[sanguinescorpios]

now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off. 

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing. 

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it. 

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

[thefanficmonster]

Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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