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lizzychanstuffss · 1 year

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Omg maybe Astarion somehow being able to see a reality where he ascended and the dark urge ruled with him

his reaction could be good or bad 🧐 maybe both

BARK BARK BARK you are my first dark urge request so I am excited to write this! Also since I enjoy the idea of some angst with this I am going to say this takes place post-game with a good durge and spawn Astarion :3

Astarion x Redeemed!durge!Tav GN

Spoilers for the entire game. Also, forgive me if the details aren't perfect, I am fairly aware of what happens but for my own sanity I haven't actually seen these endings XD

Requests are still open!

You couldn't sleep, no particular reason this time either, just no matter what you did, tiredness would not take you. Honestly, you considered just taking a walk and seeing if it would tire you out although you didn't want to leave Astarion alone without telling him where you were going. It was something you realized he preferred once you started living together after everything that's happened. It was cute.

So instead of taking a walk you just stared out the window from your shared bedroom of the house you had made your own. The sun was starting to rise already which means that your 'night' was just starting. Converting to a nocturnal schedule was something Astarion actually refused to let you do at first, but considering that if you didn't you would basically never spend any time together he eventually relented. Oddly enough it wasn't a hard switch either you actually preferred to be awake at night then the day. You figured this might have been an old habit from your past life.

Astarion had decided to turn in early for the night, the both of you had a rowdy night of mischief-making and partying and well people congratulating you for saving the entire city basically. It was frankly exhausting and you couldn't blame the vampire for needing an early night. He had been in a trance for a while at this point but when you turned to check on him you noticed his brow was furrowed.

It was such a small thing that almost anyone would miss it but not you, you had a keen eye for the microexpressions his face made when he was having complicated emotions. You didn't always understand what they meant or what was going on in his head but you knew something was off with the man. So you crawled back into bed and debated for a moment about waking him up but decided unless he seemed to be in a panic it was best not to wake him. So instead you just put a gentle hand on his arm and then one in his hair stroking it gently.

After a bit of that he seemed to relax again. Before you noticed his eyes half open gazing at you.

"Oh did I wake you?" you asked him.

"No...well yes but don't apologize....I'm glad you did" turning to face you better he gently took the hand that had been on his shoulder and placed it on his face. The gesture surprised you a little. It's not something you had thought he would do.

"Is something wrong, love?" words sincere, he doesn't speak, at least not until he gathers his thoughts a bit.

"I had a dream, no it was more like a vision." he starts "It was about us...but it wasn't 'us' if that makes sense?" he asked, staring at you with one of his classic wet and pathetic cat looks he was prone to making in moments of vulnerability.

"I think I understand like you saw a version of us from another reality?" He nodded in response to your attempt at describing what he saw. "And what was different about this version of us?"

"Well, I'm not sure what entirely to make of it...it was almost like we were the worst versions of ourselves....we seemed happy but also miserable..." His voice trailed off a bit but he continued speaking before you could say anything in response "You had claimed the Crown for Bhaal, but I was ruling by your side...and I think I went through with the ritual" he seemed confused and shocked by own words but also terrified.

"O-oh" was the only thing you could say in response. Suddenly his want for comfort made utter sense and you couldn't help but comply running your thumb across his cheek. He melted into the touch relaxing a bit more.

The two of you stayed like that more a while. The information was quite a shock to both of your systems, but the both of you were thinking about it just unsure of what to say about such a thing. Then you finally spoke up.

"What did you think of this version of us?"

He sat with your question for a bit.

"I'm...I'm not sure....I know I didn't like it, it felt wrong" He sighs, "What do you think about this version of us?" flipping your own question back on yourself, you take a moment to think about how to answer before speaking.

"Considering that Bhaal wanted me to take the crown for himself and rule the world I can assume he...owned me" as hard as it was to admit you fully knew what taking that crown for yourself meant as it would have never been something you choose on your own. "You said you had ascended in the vision as well?"

He nodded "It was awful, it was as though I was looking as someone possessing my body, there was no ‘me’ anymore just a husk of who I thought I was supposed to be..." tearing up a bit "I was exactly like Cazador" he choked out the words sounding disgusted with himself.

"Hey look at me, that's not you though, that's not either of us" you pressed your forehead to his.

"And it never will be, I won't let it be"

His arms wrapped around you pulling you into him, as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck finding comfort in it as you held him. A hand coming up to gently play with the curls in his hair as he lets himself calm down in your embrace, although you also felt his hand stroke up and down your back in a soothing motion you weren't sure if it was for you or for himself but it was a nice gesture either way.

The two of you stayed like that for a while.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion romance #dark urge #astarion fanfic #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #astarionfics #my writing

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elvenbeard · 1 year

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2077, September

“I’m wondering if this is what Alt meant when she said Soulkiller would… kill my soul. Leave me nothing but a cluster of memories and thoughts… A blurry copy of myself, trapped in a body so adjusted to Johnny already that it would’ve been smarter to just – …”

Look at how far you've come. You're the King of the fucking Afterlife, a Night City legend... but as it is with Night City legends, they tend to die young.

Vince is 28 by mid-to-late 2077, every other person his age has so much to live for, to look forward to... yet his thoughts are still pre-occupied with the same problem they have been since April, just with a new twist: how the hell am I gonna survive my own body trying to kill me now?

He'd been told that Johnny would slowly wipe out his personality, his memories, his existence, but even with Johnny gone now, for good, an amicable separation in the end... Vince doesn't feel the same anymore. Is he even himself still? Or just a not-entirely-accurate copy of the Vince that once was? In the end, did he wipe himself out with the help of Alt and Soulkiller, without Johnny even having a fault in it so much?

Just like after Jackie's death, Vince cannot help but wonder: would it have been better the other way around? Should he have stayed back in Cyberspace, give Johnny a second chance, changed man that he was by then? But this body was Vince's, had always been, logically he knew it... But something was off, not quite the same anymore.

He has so much to fight for now, not even only abstract concepts like a good reputation or "being remembered" that he was so focused on at the start of all of this. In the chaos and hardship he found friends, love, forged connections he could have never dreamt of - in spite of and because of Johnny, and for that he's thankful.

He has so much to lose, more than ever. Giving up is not an option, has never been.

Vince through the years (8/9)

I mentioned many times before that I love the Sun ending cause it fits really well for Vince for many reasons. He's a good merc, but he'd make an even more amazing Fixer with his background, he's hella ambitious, smart, cunning, organised, and just.... hhhh everything!! But the Soulkiller thing still fucks me up so much everytime and the more I think about it. Anyone know the plot-twist of/played SOMA? Yeah... yeah. If you know, you know.

The one thing that always really bothered me about the Sun Ending though, is one of the last things he gets to say before the credits being "I have nothing left to lose" when... no, clearly not. We accept that the council has made a decision but it's a stupid decision! Blaming it on his nerves and not having a good time with Mr. B, distrusting his ass for good reasons, that he says that at that moment XD

That being said... I know everyone has a slightly differently timeline of events, and I wanted to share bits an pieces of mine in this context (still a wip more or less, but I have some set dates for certain events because I love angst).

Thursday, Nov. 5th 2076 -> meet Jackie at Lizzie's, booted from Arasaka

End of December -> First Gig with Jackie

[A lot of the early gigs for Regina and Wakako (but a few of the other Fixers, too), happen during the time of the 6-month-montage for my headcanon]

Sunday, April 4th 2077 -> "The Rescue"

Monday, April 5th 2077 -> "The Ride"

[preparations for the Konpeki Plaza heist in the following days - a bit more elaborate planning would be needed imo than what's shown in game, the Maelstrom meetup alone, esp. if you meet Meredith upfront, wouldn't be something Vince would do over the course of a fun afternoon]

Friday, April 16th 2077 -> Konpeki Plaza Heist, arrival at the hotel in the early afternoon

Saturday, April 17th -> V wakes up in the landfill in the evening

[stay at Vik's to recover - mostly from injuries sustained during the fights and the operation; since this is the future it would probably not be as long as we'd have to stay in hospital with today's medicine; I think V would also get more glimpses into Johnny's memories as he sleeps/dreams]

Tuesday, April 20th -> V is brought home and Johnny appears at night

Wednesday, April 21st -> Breakfast with Takemura xD

[over the course of the next few weeks everything up to "Play it Safe" happens, including the Hunt for Hellmann and the search for Evelyn and the Voodoo Boys; a lot of it is going on simultaneously, but helping Panam and going after Hellmann and such is something that would take at least 3-4 days with minimal travel inbetween - but V could for example talk to Mr. Hands while waiting for the Kang Tao AV to get the meetup with Brigitte scheduled and help Takemura while Evelyn is recovering, and so on.]

Mid-May 2077 -> Attack on the Parade in Japantown (the attack on the parade and the few quests that follow with Takemura's safehouse and V and Johnny escaping to the Motel etc. all happen over the course of 12ish hours in my head, cause it wouldn't make sense to trail off doing gigs or other stuff while Takemura and Hanako sit there and wait super on-edge XD)

Friday, May 14th -> Johnny's wild bender

Sunday, May 16th -> Ebunike & Oil Fields

Tuesday, May 18th -> Movie-Date with Rogue

Thursday, May 20th -> first meeting with Kerry😌

Tuesday, May 25th -> Samurai "Reunion" Concert

Thursday, May 27th -> Kerry has a gig for V

Tuesday, June 1st -> Dark Matter show with Us Cracks (and in the following days Blue Moon's stalker gig, before Boat Drinks)

Friday, June 4th -> Boat Drinks 🚤🔥

[a tiny little peace of mind pls before it all goes to shit XD]

Wednesday, June 9th -> Embers-Meetup with Hanako (headcanon time: I think, with how dangerous and secretive everything is with Hanako, they would agree on sth like her calling V with a date for the meetup at Embers at some point, when she feels it is safe. Maybe he'd still formally agree at some point "all right, starting now, feel free to call me anytime and I'll come, I'm ready"; so there is some plausible reason as to why "Meet Hanako at Embers" sits in your journal for around 20 gigs revolving around Johnny's past without consequences XD)

Thursday, June 10th -> V's 28th birthday, bc I love angst :D (as I said above, the meet at Embers would be something more or less spontaneous, and so he'd be like "aw shit, I wanted to spend my potential last birthday not thinking about the Arasakas' offer too much", not expecting he wouldn't really walk out of the restaurant on his own again. The attack on Arasaka Tower would happen the same night, after the meeting with Hanako, and so by the time midnight strikes and V walks into and out of Mikoshi, it would be his birthday in multiple ways, kinda. Cause ~symbolism~)

[time skip with very important things happening that explain how V got his mansion and became King of the Afterlife]

Thursday, September 2nd -> "Blaze of Glory" - Meetup with Mr. B at Afterlife (I put it in September because Alt's estimate for how long V has to live find a solution to his problem is around 6 months. So, by September half of that time is over, but V'd also have a very reasonable amount of time to plan the Crystal Palace Heist and make it a success, looking at how he managed to survive the main story events in a shorter timeframe. I think the outlook could definitely be seen as positive; also basing this a bit on what a femV romancing River says in the Sun Ending, that "months of prep" went into this "last gig". Also, the very prominent clothing ad "Focus on Winning this Fall" - "fall", as in, the season - visible at the start of the 6-month-montage also kinda makes me think the endings take place during Sep-Nov, cause we love foreshadowing in this house)

Saturday, September 4th -> First Chapter of "Love is Stored in the Olive Jar" XD and from then on we'll see o.o

Oookay.... that ended up being longer than I thought XD But yes... seing what V has accomplished in a relatively short amount of time (and I mean... about 1.5 months can definitely be "a few weeks, at most", if we look at Vik's original estimate of the situation) I think with twice as much time to plan *just one gig* (even though, admittedly, an insane one) his chances of it going right are good. Maybe not 100% according to plan, cause something always goes wrong, but yeah. Fully depends on everyone's V's of course, and whether at that point they *want to* continue fighting, have something to fight for and lose - Vince definitely does - but yeah. I choose to interpret the Sun ending as a positive outcome that gives V another shot at life xD Maybe not in the way he expected buuuut... 👀

Thanks for reading so far if you did, would love to hear different takes and how you'd space out the timeline of the main story for your V!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #cp2077 #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk 2077 vp #cp2077 vp #cyberpunk v #male v cyberpunk #corpo v #vincent ezaki #my vp #vince's timeline #my headcanons #vince through the years #one more to go and HHHHH #I mean... if you remember my overview post of these a couple months back #you may know what's gonna come #but yeah still my feeeeels ;__;#cyberpunk 2077 meta

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chaoticstrata · 10 months

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Cold Feet - Drabble

Aketho was always slow at waking up when he knew he had a day off. It was like his brain turned off his internal alarm to let him rest. However, despite that, he was still a light sleeper. So when he heard Theron’s groggy and confused voice he woke up with a start.

“Keth?”

“Mmmhmm?” the Chiss slowly blinked his eyes open, and witnessed his soon to be husband on one elbow looking down at the foot of the bed.

“Is Eight sleeping on our feet?”

Aketho blinked faster this time, pushing himself up enough to look down where Theron was looking. Sure enough, there was one Echani Cipher curled up like a pup, laying across their feet. It was rather adorable, he had to admit. Even Ashano was curled up with him, purring away happily in his arms. Still, Aketho tried to remember why the other Cipher would even be there. What was the last thing he had discussed with Eight about--ah!

“Oh, right,” he said quietly, “Eight mentioned he would take over guarding you so my sister could take a break…”

“You know the death mark was lifted weeks ago…there no need--”

Aketho gave him a look. “And yet the assassins are still coming after you.”

Theron sighed and fell back against his pillow, looking very done. “Can we kill the guy who started this again?”

“Trust me I wish,” Aketho snorted, laying down beside him and snuggling in. “but I had wished that before and we ended up with our current situation.”

The former SIS agent sighed. “Does he have to sleep on our feet?”

“I mean…there’s not a lot of room in the first place,” the Chis pointed out, “Plus, weren’t you complaining about cold feet?”

“I was complaining about your cold feet,” Theron corrected.

The former Cipher pouted. “My feet aren’t cold.”

“Uh huh.”

“They’re cold,” came Eight’s muttered reply as he shifted his position a bit.

Theron snickered louder when Aketho smacked him. ----------------------------- Aketho believes his feet are at a reasonable temperature. Theron disagrees (and so does Eight. XD) LOL

#strata writing #swtor #swtor fanfiction #theron shan / imperial agent #theron shan #aketho #eorzeashan's eight #imperial agent

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kumeko · 11 months

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A/N: For New Dawn zine! I have never thought of these two as a ship before, but Hilda really needs Leonie’s discipline XD It’s a tough battle, good luck Leonie.

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Hilda preferred Leonie in bed. In perfect honesty, Hilda preferred everything in bed: food, entertainment, even governance. If she could just live under her comforters for the rest of her life, she’d die happy. Surely it wasn’t too much to ask her people to accept this single eccentricity, in exchange for all the hard work she’d done during and after the war?

Still, even then, above everything else, Hilda preferred Leonie in bed. Because if Leonie was curled up under the blankets, her muscular arms wrapped tight around Hilda, then she wasn’t out swashbuckling, earning herself a new tale and a new scar. If Hilda was resting her head on her chest, listening to her soft snores, then she didn’t have to worry about danger. If they were together in the castle, rumours of mercenary exploits and threatening ruffians were just that: rumours.

Unfortunately, Leonie did not feel the same.

Hilda huffed grumpily as she leaned against her headboard, watching as her girlfriend shimmied into her shorts. No, it was more than that. Not only were they not on the same page, they weren’t even in the same library. If Hilda wanted her to stay, Leonie wanted to go. If she wanted her to rest, her girlfriend needed to move. Leonie absolutely hated lounging about, hated anything at all that was lazy or sloth-like. Whether it was back in school or after the war, Leonie preferred waking up at sunrise, doing manual labour herself, and even went out of her way for extra work.

It was tiring just to think of, let alone do.

“How did we ever end up together?” Hilda mumbled to herself, crossing her arms underneath the blanket. She couldn’t even feel Leonie’s warmth lingering on her side of the bed, in the indents left behind by her body. Just how long ago had her partner crawled out of bed? Probably at the crack of dawn, knowing her.

Noticing she was awake, Leonie glanced up and shot her a bright smile. Her mid-length orange hair curling around her head like a lion’s mane. “You’re up.”

Well, Hilda had to admit begrudgingly, part of the reason they were together had to be this view. Sure, Leonie was half-dressed, but the other half was the one Hilda liked best. Especially the abs. Hilda could spend days admiring those alone. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re running away from a one-night stand.”

Leonie snorted as she started to buckle her belt. Despite the belt, her ill-fitting pants didn’t curve to her body at all. Hilda would have to force her to go shopping later. If Leonie wanted to rough it, she could, but not dressed as a slob. “Please, with your brother around? Anyone running would die in a heartbeat.”

“He’s a little over-protective,” Hilda conceded, watching the way the light hit Leonie’s skin just so. Her chest was littered with hickeys and scratch marks and Hilda felt an odd sense of possessiveness and pride. Maybe she should have given another hickey on her neck, just to make sure any barmaid knew better than to flirt with her later.

“A little?” Leonie chuckled, shaking her head. It only made her look even more lion-like. “That’s like saying Raphael eats a little. Or you sleep in a little.”

Hilda wrinkled her nose at the insinuation. It was one thing to drag her brother’s name in the mud, but quite another to drag her own. “Rude. So why didn’t you wake me up? You didn’t want me to catch you leaving?”

Leonie’s laugh deepened, a rich and husky sound. Everything she did, even her laugh, always sounded like she was putting in 110%. “Nothing like that. I just thought the princess wanted to sleep more.”

She felt oddly pleased by the nickname and the thought. That didn’t stop Hilda from turning up her nose and rolling her eyes. “Like I can with the racket you’re making.”

“Please,” Leonie scoffed as she scanned the floor for her bra. Her hair tumbled over her shoulder as she moved. “You slept through a midnight ambush once. Even Claude was shocked.”

Hilda flinched, remembering the embarrassing incident. She curled up defensively and pouted. “I was tired.”

“You sleep like a log.” Leonie made a triumphant grunt as she found her bra on a vase. Within seconds, there was a small snap as she secured it on; the woman was just as fast wearing it as she was taking it off.

There was no point in arguing the observation. No one, not even her brother, would claim she slept like anything but the dead. With a huff, Hilda changed the topic. “Why are you always up so early?”

“It’s not always.” Leonie picked up her shirt, uncurling the wrinkly mess from the ball they’d made last night. “Just, I have to go today. You know how it is.”

“You could go later,” Hilda suggested, miffed. “It wouldn’t kill anyone.”

Leonie shot her an incredulous look and snorted. As she tugged on her shirt, she shook her head. “I’m a mercenary. It could kill someone.”

“Or save them.” Sensing this was a nonstarter, Hilda shifted to plan B. Quite honestly, it was the superior tactic, but it also had to be used sparingly. Stretching her arms above her languidly, she let her bedsheet fall and pool around her waist. Hilda knew her assets. She knew how to use them. “Come on.”

“Hilda.” Leonie turned to her and immediately flushed. Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze and mumbled, “Shamir’s waiting for me.”

“I’m waiting for you,” she corrected, her lips curling in annoyance. Really, how could Leonie look away, let alone think right now? It wasn’t like Hilda’s seduction skills needed to be improved; they had worked just fine last night. “Where’s Catherine when you need her?”

“With Byleth,” Leonie replied amicably, her blush slowly receding. She finished buttoning up her shirt. “As usual.”

“Then where’s Claude when you need him?” Hilda stared out the window. The sky was blue. There were no clouds. More importantly, there were no newly-appointed King of Almyras flying past on their dragons. “He should just take his wife and then Catherine could take Shamir and I’d have you all to myself.”

Leonie’s expression softened and she sighed exasperatedly. “Even if that did happen, we’d still have to run the mercenaries together. I’d still have to go out.” She rested a hand on her hip, her fingers curling around her belt hoop. “You think Claude’ll be back soon? Or, wait, should we call him—what’s his name again? Kalid?”

“Khalid.” Hilda sat a little straighter, let the blanket fall a little lower. An exaggerated roll of her shoulders, a hair toss, and viola! She smirked as Leonie’s eyes followed. “And yeah, he said he was just getting things ready on his end.” Crossing her arms, she directed Leonie’s attention back up. “King of fucking Almyra—why didn’t he tell me that earlier?”

Leonie tore her eyes away and bit her lip. “Well...it’s kinda obvio—”

She frowned. Figured Leonie would take his side. “Don’t answer that.”

“If you say so.” Leonie laughed and pulled her hair out of her shirt. “Still, can’t believe he’s a king. I mean, I can but also…”

“Yeah.” Hilda nodded, understanding her feelings immediately. “He’s both suited and not suited for it. And he did that in, what, a month? Two? It’s scary to think what’ll happen when he and Byleth work together.”

“That’s what ended a war,” Leonie pointed out. There was a small click and Hilda’s jaw dropped as she realized Hilda was all armoured up. Just when did she put on everything? “Anyways, you can stay in bed.” Leonie smirked fondly. “I know you need your beauty sleep.”

“I wasn’t going to leave anyways.” Hilda sulked as she beckoned Leonie over. “You need to learn to rest.”

“I do know how to rest,” Leonie argued as she obediently came over. Her gloved hands gently gripped Hilda’s bare shoulders and she kissed her forehead.

“A night off isn’t resting. Next time you’re here, it’s for a proper vacation. Or else.” Hilda grabbed Leonie’s collar and dragged her down for a proper goodbye kiss. It’d be weeks at least before they saw each other and she needed something a little less chaste.

Leonie was red by the time she pulled back. Despite how flustered she looked, she miraculously managed to keep it from her voice. “Fine, I’ll make sure next time. We can go out somewhere.”

“Mmm, no need for that.” Hilda smiled coyly as she patted the bed. “We can always stay in.”

The blush spread to her neck. Leonie shook her head. “I don’t think I can—”

“We’ll stay in,” Hilda repeated firmly before pushing Leonie away. “Now shoo. Scram.”

Leonie stared at her blankly, bemused. “Huh? Didn’t you just try to get me to stay?”

“That was then, this is now.” Hilda sank back into her bed, pulling her blankets up. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you come back. And besides,” she winked, “I still need my beauty sleep.”

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #hilda valentine goneril #leonie pinelli #hilda x leonie #hilda valentine goneril x leonie pinelli #fanfic #tragically unable to find out if there is a ship name #so I must assume there isn't #rare pair it is!#hilda would be the worst influence on anyone #but leonie will stand strong and not sleep in #most days #hopefully

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some-thrilling-heroics · 2 years

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i know lucienne used to be dream’s raven, so clearly she used to be out in the waking world, and before that i presume was also a mortal like matthiew so there’s that but that must have been eons ago right?

so she’s been the librarian for ages, and i don’t suppose she’d have a reason to leave the dreaming.... and then dream gets captured and all goes to shit and im just thinking - would she be scared or wary of going out into the waking world? even if there was a valid reason for her to leave the dreaming? would dream be wary in a protective way if it ever came up that lucienne wants to go elsewhere for reasons? is she allowed? the questions just multiply like my damn plot bunnies dammit

and then, she saw the dreaming collapse, does she feel safe there? is she scared that one day her library will disappear again? does she have anxiety? *sobs*

38 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

so who’s writing lucienne-centric parallel episode to the pilot where dream is gone and she has to wonder abt him and worry and has no answers and more and more dreams and nightmares go away and she has to manage the decay and hope he comes back, with a nice ending when she finds him laying outside the gates finally - or do i have to do everything myself around here? xD

48 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

ya im happy for victor and the trans coming out and how that was worked into the plot, that was nice and i liked the little bonding diego had with allison

but what the actual fuck was everything else? warning for spoilers

lila dropping their child on diego after having custody for 12 years? and his shitty attempts at parenting until the kid killed klaus? and then it’s tu eres mi sangre and it’s fiiine - oh btw it’s not actually their kid, lila just wanted to fuck with diego but she’s pregnant and surely that’s a great prognosis for a healthy family i can’t even....

allison is off the fucking rails this season and five is worried about VICTOR turning into a villain???? what the actual fuck? what do you call somebody using mind control to try and rape their brother huh? act of a superhero???? and at the end she gets her happy ending with the daughter from the present and husband from the past which i am happy for on one hand but at the same WHAT THE FUCK how about we get an explanation HOW that works? we didn’t care about diego’s fake kid enough to bring him back to life and check on him after the universe reset but this is cool huh?

don’t get me started on ol’ reggie - somebody needs to kill that slimy bugger for good and dismember him and just to be extra sure the chopped body parts should be locked separately in different corners of the world, maybe THEN the bastard will stay fucking dead

the ending was a mess and im not satisfied - they went to an alt dimension? and stood on magic tiles and almost died to power up some alien machine that was left by the creator of the universe or whatever that reggie somehow knew how to operate and the button was pressed an boom, allison has happy family and they are all healthy

ON THAT NOTE, i would just like to say FUCK YOU sincerely to the writers for that ending - one character loses two fingers in the final battle, the other loses an arm but guess fucking what? they are fine and dandy after the magic reset bc of course it wouldn’t be a happy ending if disability was allowed to exist right?

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so jodie regenerated into DT, huh? not into the new guy, but into DT

and ya i was dreading RTD coming back bc he has issues and is a one trick pony - i was just proven right

to add insult to injury (or the other way round), you know how every doctor at every damn regeneration wears the clothes of the previous doctor bc regeneration only affects the body and ya clothes may be ruined but THEY'RE THE SAME CLOTHES? well not now! apparently DT couldn't possibly wear the clothes jodie wore for her entire run, very curious as to WHY that is.

and also saw a screen in another post that DT and CT are not just coming for a special anniversary but they get THREE EPS? which you know, very weird having loved them as much as i have, when they were on in S4, and i should be bloody excited right? but there's no enjoyment, just bitterness im feeling bc they could have come back in a completely different way - any way.

there are crossover eps with multiple doctors, it's not HARD but i guess RTD couldn't have his best pal DT play second fiddle to a new guy or something - like, honestly WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?

ALSO as much as i love DT - JESUS FUCKING CHRIST he regenerated from chris into tenth doctor, then in s4 he regenerated but stayed as DT 'bc he liked that body' and then later in s4 got a bloody half human clone with his own face, and now we have another regeneration into DT face and like, i don't give a fuck at this point if there IS a magic brilliant explanation for why he showed up and why the clothes changed along with the regeneration, im just pissed bc HOW IS THAT BLOODY FAIR?

the news abt casting of the new doctor? overshadowed by DT + CT coming back! and now that jodie is out, in the trailer there was just a small one liner snippet from the actual next doctor - they couldn’t let him have his own day be about him so the trailer too cannot be about him.

yes i know this is a messy rant and im probably shitting on the fucking parade some of you have (i wish i could be happy about them coming back) but DT and CT coming back COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED MORE RESPECTFULLY and they couldn’t even bother to do that AND THAT pisses me the fuck off.

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theinvisibledoodlewizard · 2 years

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Had a crazy weird dream yesterday morning.

Was going to go to get biscuits for my family’s breakfast, at a nice little place with dad, but when I got up in the morning he said we’d go in about 30 minutes. So I went back to lie down for a little, then he’d get me up when he was ready to go.

It took me a while to go back to sleep, but when I did? Gosh I was confused.

The dream started with me waking up at noon, because I hadn’t set an alarm and I was worried dad would forget me I guess? So I got up and rushed into the hall, and the first hint I was dreaming started.

Lately the author of my dreams hasn’t been all that great, but won’t expect criticism at all! In this dream, when I rushed into the hall, it couldn’t decide what I was wearing. My pajamas, my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that I wear around the house, or my nice t-shirt and jeans? It would glitch between all of them until I focused on it. When I really focused on it, it would stay on whatever I had stuck it on. But if I got distracted by talking to people, or looking at something else? It would go back to flashing between all the different outfits.

Rushing down the hall with my crazy flashing outfits, I found my family. Mom and dad arguing about something loudly at the end of the hall, so loudly I wondered how I hadn’t woke up earlier, and my sister (hi Mon!) in the bathroom hogging it. (Jab jab lol)

One quick tangent about Mon, my sister, in my dreams. She’s either an absolute boss, who made giant candles that worked like Roman candles/bazookas, because apparently she knew about the hillbilly ninjas that were gonna attack our grandpa’s house?! (Yes I actually had that dream. It was so stinkin cool. She let me shoot them.) Or she’s a mindless “yes-girl” who stands there with a pog-face for no reason, and agrees with everyone going on with a “that’s so keen!” kinda attitude. In this dream she was the second, even though I never saw the pog-face.

I got half way down the hall, and asked why no one had gotten me up. I was met with my parents glaring back at me for interrupting them. Then dad sighed and responded, “you were tired, so we decided to just let you sleep since we knew your order. Plus the cars broke down, so we had to call your uncle to come pick us up from his garbage route to run us by the biscuit place. So there’s no point in you going, you wouldn’t fit in the truck it only has two seats.”

…

Now there’s some truth and MANY flaws in reality in there. Yes I’m tired, BUT I STILL WANTED TO GO YA JERKS XD. Also my uncle doesn’t drive a garbage truck. But Dream Author™️ can’t take criticism, so we’re just excepting new information apparently. Including the fact my family now has no functional car?! Yes car trouble has been happening, it always does this time of year, welcome to older cars. But all at once!? With dad still driving to work a lot of days, having no car working is a VERY BIG PROBLEM! But apparently since I came into the conversation late, everyone else has already had this freak out, get with the program. We’re just excepting information here in Dream Author’s™️ world.

“Yeah!” chirps the bathroom door, aka my sister apparently. Just agreeing with the info dump of AAAAAAAA that was just given to me.

“O.. k? So what are y’all doing then?” I respond, trying to get my feet under me.

This was apparently the wrong question? Because my parents go back to they’re bickering, a bit calmer this time. My mom was trying to call in, so the food would be ready when dad got there, but they wouldn’t answer they’re phone.

“Chick-fil-A just won’t answer!” she stormed at him, while he rolled his eyes.

“… it’s Sunday?” I reminded her, “They’re closed. And the other place is probably closed since it’s noon and the stop around 10:30 or s-”

“I KNOW THAT!” she snapped, “Why do you think we’re calling Chick-fil-A?”

“Yeah!” piped up my little bathroom door sibling yet again.

Since we just except information here, I shrugged and decided I’d watch this unfold. Knowing full well I wasn’t getting biscuits today anymore, but hey might as well go for the ride.

Dad then notices a garbage truck pulling in our street, so he starts down to meet my uncle. Bickering with mom over his shoulder about “you’re sure you called the right place right?”

“Yes yes, it’s the one on Pine Street,” she tiredly said. (For context? I have no idea what, or where Pine Street is. Dream Author™️ is making keeping online safety easy. Just make up new names!)

“Why didn’t you call the one at [redacted]” replied dad in a huff. (I take back what I said)

Mom replied with some mumbling about how it was either on my uncle garbage route, or it was the one that she could reach. In other words she was just trying to make excuses. Which I didn’t here because I was having my mind dampened by Dream Author™️, because yes, Pine Street is definitely a place I know of, it’s totally doxxing me. Disregard anything in the parentheses earlier./sar

“Which one did you call on Pine Street?” dad asked, defeated by her unwillingness to just pick the store close to our house, “The close one right? Not the one 35 miles away?”

APPARENTLY PINE STREET IS AN INTERSTATE NOW!? WE JUST EXCEPT INFORMATION HERE I GUESS! Yeah I’m definitely not getting biscuits today, and it’s all I can do to keep from laughing now. I just plan to grab cereal once dad leaves.

Mom looks like she’s been hit, or that she’s a deer in headlights and is about to get hit. Which confirms dad’s suspicions about his breakfast being 35 whole miles away. And in something that isn’t realistic at all, not that I care I’m trying not to giggle and get two angry adults targeted on me, he sighs and goes downstairs to meet my uncle. Cause it’s still on my uncle’s route I guess so might as well!? The leaps in logic, I can’t. Oh excuse me! This perfectly crafted story! Who would dare question it! What wonderful writing!

Me and mom walk over to the front door, to wave goodbye to dad. Out of spite in my mother’s case I believe, but I’m not sure, because she’s suddenly in a happier mood. I’m also solidly in my house clothes, which I “changed into a second ago.” When? I don’t know. We except information here.

Outside, my uncle’s car is now suffering Dream Author’s™️ indecision. His bright red garbage truck with no text, flashes to the car I know he actually has and back. Yet again debunking the fact I couldn’t go with them. But then it flashes back again and again and again, because my attention went to the yard.

In reality, we’re just coming out of winter. Some weeds are waking up and green, but they’re small, and the real grass is still very much dormant. I should still probably cut it soon to stun the weeds. But in my dream? There were random patches of knee high weeds, with strange yellow flowers and tiny stems, the grass still dead. AND I KNEW ABOUT REALITY! So last night I went to bed and the yard was fine, I wake up to small foot square patches of knee high jungle all over the yard.

As my mother and I waved to my dad and uncle driving away in the strange vehicle that changed mass and shape by the half second, she commented that I should cut the grass very soon. And I start to worry that she will make me do that before I get by breakfast, since she is changing moods and is acting so out of character and erratic.

Thankfully my real dad saves me, by waking me up just then. It’s been around 45 minutes instead of the 30, and he’s wondering if I still want to go.

Rolling over, I blink a couple times to collect my thoughts. Then I remember we do has functional cars, and we don’t have to go 35 miles to a place that isn’t even open. So I tell him I’ll be there in a minute.

#wrizard writes #random thoughts

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elliebear666 · 2 years

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Me, in school, daydreaming instead of paying attention and then getting in trouble for not paying attention.

It's funny, but... being homeschooled catered to my learning style. It was one on one and engaging. I liked almost all of the stuff we studied. It was genuinely interesting. When I got to public school, my grades at first were great and it wasn't terribly hard because, thanks to our homeschool curriculum, I knew most of the shit we were being taught.

However, as I progressed in middle school, my grades steadily declined until I was failing like one class with a D in another and mostly Cs or Bs. It was a nightmare in a few of the classes I was in. I'd daydream or zone out or dissociate. I had a lot of anxiety and, of course, gender dysphoria. I was miserable tbh. Being homeschooled, my mom would take us out to do stuff, she'd show us things and read books to us. She kept us engaged by speaking to us.

I can see how coming to an ADHD (inattentive) diagnosis could be difficult. I mean, there was a lot going on with me.

I think that my persistent day dreaming instead of focusing on the task at hand, forgetfulness, distractibility, and short attention span (unless engaged by something I really liked) are definitely indicative of that, though. I mean, I went through all of this with my psychiatrist. It wasn't like I just said, "So, I think I have ADHD" and he prescribed me strattera. We talked about this for a while.

I mean, I guess my forgetfulness could be chalked up to like dissociation. Like, I'll set down an object, turn around, and then literally forget where I put it. "Out of sight, out of mind." I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. I'm incredibly forgetful and disorganized. I can't manufacture the motivation to clean my room beyond basic tasks that still take a lot of gumption to get going. Like I got in trouble with my landlord because I wasn't keeping my apartment clean. Not because I was like, "I don't want to >:(" but genuinely because it seemed so daunting and overwhelming and difficult, and the very simple matter of manufacturing motivation made it seem impossible. Like, when my friend Lettii would come over, she would help me organize my space because when she'd leave it was nice but within a week or so it was a mess. All my shit is in a big pile in my closet. I have tons of odds and ends I've forgotten about tucked away in a multitude of bags and boxes in my closet.

I forget to change my cat's water, or to change her litter. To feed her, unless I see it is empty and act on it right away, or she wakes me up with her paws in my face.

I used to literally need my mom to remind me every single day to take my medication because I would forget. So I put alarms on my phone. I would still forget. Recently, however, I'm actually surprised at how well I'm doing with my meds. My alarm to take meds goes off and usually within a little while I'd have taken them. This is a development in my life that is actually awesome. It makes me feel so proud of myself lmao, that I can manage my own meds xD

But then there's the matter of bills. Maybe this makes me an absolute pathetic loser, but my mom helps me pay my bills because I keep forgetting. Like, the only reason my rent gets paid on time each month is because she will write the check, hand it to me and say "Go pay it now." The one time that she wrote the check and gave it to me a a day before I was supposed to pay rent, I forgot. It took me four days to realise that the baggy on my TV stand, which is cluttered with countless random objects, had a check in it. So I paid it like three days late and I got another mark on my record.

I literally pay my phone bill late almost every single month. The times I don't get it within four days of the due date, I usually get a message that says, "You need to pay your phone" or my mom says, "Did you pay your phone." I'll say no, and promise to do it when I get home. But I'll have forgotten about it within a few minutes at most. My mom will give me instructions for something, and I'll sometimes need her to repeat it. But about 70-80% of the time, by the time I get to where I need to be to deal with whatever it is I need to deal with, I've forgotten what I need so say. Like I had a thing I was doing a while ago and my mom gave me instructions and naturally I forgot what I was supposed to say so I awkwardly stumbled over my words until they figured out what I needed. They thought it was kind of funny but honestly it was fucking humiliating. I felt like a fucking stupid idiot. To top it off, most of the time I have an appointment, I'm either getting distracted or don't process what they say, or by the time I leave, I've forgotten everything that was said. My mom would ask me how things went and what they said and I'll just say, "I don't remember. I have bits and pieces, but I don't remember."

Like, this isn't a, "Shucks, I can't focus so it must be the ADHD :(" situation. This is a... my forgetfulness, inattentiveness, distractibility, and overall inability to manage my life has culminated in me being dependent on my fucking mom to keep me from becoming homeless lol.

Like this is bad. It isn't just anxiety or depression that makes me forget to pay my bills. I've actually reduced anxiety and depression by an enormous amount. I've transitioned. I'm on hormones. I'm taking my meds. No depressive episodes or mania in months. Only periodic BPD symptoms. And yet I still forget to pay my rent. Like... idk, man

It isn't like I WANT this to be a thing lmao, it isn't cool. It fucking SUCKS. This is absolute fucking ass, y'all. This blows donkey dick. My life is so difficult due my various problems that I genuinely can't function like a normal person.

Like, when I was little, I used to be so inattentive and distracted, whether daydreaming or whatever, that I'd put my dirty underwear in the freezer or the trash instead of in the hamper IN THE OTHER ROOM. Like ALL THE TIME XD. This didn't start in adulthood. So, maybe I was so anxious and depressed and traumatized by my family life. Maybe, sure. I could accept that. I just... I don't think that's what was going on when I was little. Like, most of the trauma came and got worse after those symptoms were noticed.

I told my mom about possibly seeing a psychologist to get an in-depth assessment beyond what I've already gotten and she said that like... well she basically said that my psychiatrist has already done that, and that my history is indicative of that too.

Idk. I get stressed and look for anything that this issue might he besides ADHD, and nothing really tracks. No other issue causes all of these symptoms besides being an absolute fucking idiot.

I mean, both my psychiatrist and my therapist agree on ADD, but again I guess I could go see a psychologist. Idk what that would change. It would be two or so sessions with someone that has never met me before and has no knowledge of my mental health history. They'd probably interview my mom I guess. She could tell them she pays my bills because I'm too stupid to do it myself, I guess. That I used to talk so rapidly and fast as a child that most people couldn't understand me. That I was so forgetful that she constantly made comments about it.

I'm honestly too tired to worry about this right now so I guess I'll just do something else instead of fretting over this shit.

I mean, I'll be fifty and still forgetting to take my brain with me when I leave the house.

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Can we request another Michael scenario?? I was obsessed with how well you wrote the Gift!!

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 -> 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

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> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚗

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

> 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2442 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

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•I'm surprised you like this guy so much, he was the one I had so less ideas about then boom!... Honestly while writing this I realized that yeah maybe I do like writing him XD

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You opened your eyes, as always waking up on the same bed, to the familiar ceiling up above greeting you. After a few minutes of turning and twisting, realizing you couldn't go back to sleep, you sat up, sighing in hopelessness and glaring at the culprit that kept disrupting your comfort, the handcuff on your right wrist, the chain extra long as the end cuffed to the bed frame, it made you scowl in annoyance. The sound of the door opening reached your ear and your entire body froze knowing what was to come.

"Oh? It seems you're already awake." The smooth voice was laced with slight excitement and happiness once he laid eyes upon you. The footsteps were barely audible as he made his way to the bed, you didn't even look once the extra weight was placed on the bed and together with that, a tray of food on your lap. The pancakes looked extra fluffy and delicious, fruits and syrup adored the top and sides, a glass of your favourite drink by the side, and some snacks placed for later. It was worthy enough to make you drool but you couldn't stomach food very well after what happened.

"... [Y/N], you're becoming lazy these days huh?" Michael, the person that had imprisoned you, let out a playful chuckle, this situation a normality to him "Maybe it's my fault for spoiling you but I can't help it, I love you so much." The brunet hummed softly and moved to sit right by you, cutting the pancake up with the plastic knife rather easily and plucking the plastic fork into it before pulling it up to your mouth, of course he avoided dangerous cutlery to make sure you didn't hurt yourself "Come on now darling, say "ahhh"~"

The sugar-coated tone sent a shudder down your body but you obeyed, it's better to eat something you were going to vomit back later than starve because you didn't do what he had told you.

Michael's eyes lit up when you started chewing on the food and eating it, he's been trying to get you to eat without struggling and it finally happened "Good job [Y/N], let's try finishing the entire plate this time." Michael put down the plastic knife in favour of patting your head, laughing softly at the achievement he got before repeating the process of feeding you.

Michael was your boyfriend, your ever so loving boyfriend that had everyone jealous for some reason, why wouldn't it? He was handsome, pleasant to be around and had a great personality, he always knew what you wanted and never made you angry, except things started to quickly go wrong... The further your relationship progressed, the more possessive and controlling Michael became. Suddenly all your friends started avoiding you, the ones who stayed started harassing you online which made YOU want to avoid them. You moved in with Michael and it seemed like the dream relationship until you started depending too much on him, Michael didn't let you do anything.

Whenever you made him angry you had to worry about the most basic things because you didn't have anything of your own. So when you tried taking control of your life again you got kidnapped by your boyfriend, locked in your shared house, with no one to search for you and no job to call for you on why you haven't been to work... You have nothing to hope for anymore.

You hated this part after you were done eating, hated Michael carrying you around with a collar on your neck like some pet 'Should've left when they told me to.'

"I've always loved your hair doll." Possibly the worst moments of your life, it made you seeth in anger and shame "I can fucking do it on my own-" You yelped, closing your eyes once the water splashed down on you to rinse the shampoo off your hair "What did I tell you, babe? You should say "thank you" in these situations." Michael laughed, rolling his sleeves up further as he continued to bathe you, your skin burned from how gentle he was being.

You bit back a growl and huffed in annoyance as you took the toothbrush from him, whispering out a "Thank you." Michael gave a hum in amusement once you finished brushing your teeth, he was barely able to hear your appreciation voiced out. The brunet wrapped the towel around you, picking you up without any trouble and carrying you back to the bedroom "The least I could have is some privacy..." You mumbled, your voice not as harsh hoping to appease Mike's good graces so he leaves you alone for today "Now why would you want that darling? I wasn't able to see you yesterday so I'll be sure to spend every second I can with you."

Michael didn't miss your sour expression once he set you down, it surely seemed to amuse him as he unlocked the handcuffs, gently holding your right wrist, the one that was chained up when you slept or stayed on the bed as he wasn't home... It had turned purple and blue, your skin also a bruised green if he locked closely, scratches and old blood on it, indication that you tried your best to remove it when he wasn't present yesterday "Looks like I should never leave you alone like that again."

You whimpered when he traced his fingers over the wound "You can't even take care of yourself to not get hurt." Your eyes burned from anger, tears threatening to spill when hearing Michael's troubled sigh, biting your lower lip to not say anything. Michael observed your reaction and smirked, gently petting your wet hair "There there, no need to cry dearest, you know I don't mind taking care of you." The brunet laughed when you glared at him, trembling and doing your best to not yell at him again.

Michael began taking care of your wrist, gently disinfecting it and wrapping it up in some bandages "Maybe I won't tighten it up so much next time if you behave." You listened to Mike's useless chatter as he picked up the hairdryer, from how the day had been to what he was doing and then some news for the world, he kept going nonstop while drying your hair and gently brushing through it "Maybe you shouldn't place it on me at all."

From the mirror, you saw him rolling his eyes at your snarl "But how could I do that?" His voice faked innocence as he turned off the hairdryer once your hair was dry, placing a gentle kiss at the top of your head "You're gonna escape if I do~ and neither of us wants that, right?" His hands placed on your shoulders, starting to squeeze you "How can you even survive without me, love? Everyone will take advantage of you just like before~"

You clenched your jaw at the statement, your nails digging at your palm as you clenched your fists, the hands letting your shoulders go as Mike moved away from you "You were the one behind that..." You mumbled, fighting back the urge to get up and run, knowing the collar on your neck would tell him your location no matter what, and you didn't want Michael to implement the electric features he promised.

Michael kept looking through the closet, not even looking at you "What'd you say, honey? Speak up." You couldn't tell if that was sarcastic or he didn't hear, you heard him come closer again as he placed the top in front of you, looking at your reflection in the mirror "Hmmm... Yeah, let's go with purple today as well." He chuckled and went back to the closet to pick a skirt or pants or whatever the fuck, that was the least of your concerns right now 'I should run. I should run... The key should be in the living room...' You knew Mike kept it there to tease how no matter what you wouldn't try to use it.

Your breathing quickened, your body trembling as the heartbeat on your mind got louder "You want any particular hairstyle today o-" You didn't even let Michael finish before you sprung up from your seat and bolted for the door, Michael flinched at the loud sound and turned to look at you, only catching glimpses of your hair as you left for the hallway "... Hah." An amused and surprised scoff sounded out from his throat as his smirk twitched once realizing what happened.

You ran down the hall, skipping down a few stairs while holding onto the railing, you started panting once making it to the living room, your eyes lighting up once seeing the key that unlocked your collar, hope starting to bloom inside your chest only for it to be shattered and ripped away from you once a shock emitted through your body, you let out a scream once your body heated up and began hurting, it lasted for a few seconds before stopping, not even registering Michael's footsteps coming towards you.

Once you could finally breathe properly, albeit somewhat ragged, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes "W-when..." That wasn't *supposed* to happen... Michael shrugged, having a grin on his face "At night, I realized since I was gone for a day you might get some ideas." He scoffed, and leaned down, carefully picking you up "Turns out I was right." He huffed and began walking back upstairs, you looked back at the key and whined, this was it. You give up.

Michael frowned once your body began shaking in his arms and you started crying, did he overdo it?

...

You opened your eyes once a clashing sound reached your ears, normally you knew Mike would come back in the middle of the night but he never made so much noise. So against your gut and better instincts, you sat up. Having fallen asleep crying after what happened in the morning and Michael comforting you, your eyes red and tired, you glanced at the clock and saw it was somewhere around 8 pm... Did Michael drug the water he gave you to get you to sleep? "Of course he did." You grumbled in annoyance, getting up from the bed and barely making it to the door, creaking it open just a bit to peek outside "Michael?"

You called out, knowing how the brunet kept the house under tight security while he was away... No answer...

You frowned in confusion and gently rubbed your throat, groaning at the collar around your neck, and made your way downstairs, you could use a not drugged glass of water now.

"Since I don't have the handcuff around me he probably hid the key somewhere else..." You frowned once you entered the living room and the key wasn't there, sighing you turned to leave for the kitchen only to yelp once you got harshly pushed back, landing on your side and hurt wrist which made you let out a small cry from the pain "M-mike...?" You stared up at them in confusion, Mike had times where he got angry but never like this, your blood ran cold once you didn't recognize the person at all and notice the glinting of the knife they were holding, when they saw you attempted to get away they stepped on your leg harshly and leaned down, raising the knife up in the air.

You stared at the knife, hoping you would be fast enough to dodge to the side once he brought it down, only to flinch in sudden shock once blood splattered on your face, turning to look at the person instead your eyes widened once noticing the axe jammed to their neck, noticing a hand still had grasp of the handle you followed up the arm to see Michael, a terrifying and disgusted glare on his features as he looked to the person, gripping the axe and tearing it off before hitting them right back on their teared neck and making them fall down to the side.

Michael scoffed, stepping on the body as he made his way to you and leaned down, his expression, as with a switch, softened once he looked at you "Damn, are you alright sweetheart? You didn't get hurt anywhere did you?" He mumbled softly, noticing the blood splatters on your face and scowling, using his sleeve to wipe them away, mumbling "filthy" a few times.

You had begun shaking, tears swelling up on your eyes as you looked at the corpse, you had known Michael killed people, he had told you so himself but to actually see him do it, with so little care and such hatred...

"Ahh my poor darling, you're trembling now, I feel guilty for leaving you alone." Michael huffed, once done with cleaning your face he picked you up and made his way to the living room, leaving you on the couch "I'll be right back, just try calming down, okay babe?" He kissed your forehead and turned the TV on, leaving it to some comedy channel and walking away.

You weren't focused on the TV at all, faintly hearing and paying more attention to the background sounds of what Mike was doing. From the faint sounds of the body being dragged away to chopping sounds and rustling of bags, then squeaking on the floor. After a few minutes you heard the shower running. You couldn't grasp your own thoughts while thinking back to what happened merely one hour ago.

What made you snap back into full consciousness was your vision being blocked by something red, your nose catching the pleasant scent of roses "H-huh?" You voiced out in confusion while looking at the bouquet of roses Michael was holding out to you, when had he sat down next to you?

"It's for you [Y/N], I knew I was a little harsh in the morning with the shock collar and all so I got you some roses and snacks." He grinned, seeing how you just accepted them without any disagreement made his heart flutter happily, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to cuddle, changing the TV channel to Netflix and picking your favourite show.

While you were in a trance Michael made sure to set some of your favorites snacks and drinks on the table, glancing at you he couldn't help but to snicker at your still scared expression, who knew you'd give in after just seeing him do a little bit of killing?

"Don't worry honey, just leave everything to me~"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere michael afton #yandere mike afton

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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could you maybe do another beach day with the reader (maybe female but gender neutral is perfectly fine) but with George, Karl and Quackity this time?

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Slight NSFW

Genre: fluff

| George |

Cottage core swimsuit? Yes please

Totally didn't buy you a swim suit matching his for your birthday a few weeks prior in prep

Absolute slander how dare you

Actually woke up early for this event, well with the help of Dream XD of course

"So what do you think they'll wear?"

"I already know"

"Pervert"

"It- Its not like that! I bought it for them!"

"Pervert"

When you finally arrive boy is he floored!

Hes never seen you like this before and it had him rather flustered to say the least

"Fix your dick before they come over here"

"I dont have a boner Dream!"

"For now"

When you come over to great him hes arguing with the god, though he quickly composes himself in your presence

"Hey! We match!"

"Yeah! Yeah I saw how good it looked on you and thought I'd buy my own pair, I hope that isnt weird"

"No! I think it's really cute! We look like a couple"

Your little giggles had him burning up, imagine how he felt when his overworked mind processed your words

"Hey, you're looking a lil red george, you okay?"

"Oh hes fine, we slept in today and he forgot to bring sun screen in the rush"

Thank the heavens he had the god as his wingman, he was still recovering from the heart palpitations you had given him

"Do you have any Y/N? I'm sure he'd appreciate the help"

"Of course! George forgets stuff all the time here!"

Okay he was a little less thankful as the god egged you on

His attention was quickly brought back to you as you smoothed your sun screen across his reddened cheeks

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rested his head in your hand

"You tired already george? Why dont we go swimming! That might wake you up"

Feigning a yawn be brought his hand to his mouth

"Maybe, As long as you're with me"

You gently punch his shoulder and begin to lead him to the water

His eyes falling to the curve of your ass

"Today seems like its gonna be fun day, doesn't it george?"

George can only nod along, swallowing thickly as he let's you pull him into the ice waters

"This is going to be fun"

"Fuck off"

| Karl |

Honestly the only reason he even came to the beach party was for you

Dont get me wrong he has nothing against social gatherings

In fact he loves to wind down with a good party with a few friends

But parties never ended well in the smp and he didn't feel like it was worth it

Much to Quackity and Sapnap's chagrin

"Come on!! Phil's making food! So is Niki! This is the buffet of a life time!"

"I dont know, I have some organizing I have to do for the library-"

"That hottie Y/N will be there"

"Huh? Y/N's gonna be there?"

"Woah! Now you're interested loverboy! If I knew that would've worked I would have said it from the start!"

"Shut up! It's not like that!"

"Sure think Karl, sure thing"

Most likely wears his hoodie over his swim trunks

Hes just a little self conscious y'know

The bois show up just a little late, fashionably you could say

"Hey! Karl! I didn't think you were coming"

"Yeah, sapnap and Quackity swayed my mind"

"To be fair we did have some extra help"

That comment earned a rather harsh elbow from Karl

"Well I'm happy you came! Come on let's go get some hot dogs"

"Yeah, that sounds good"

"Count us in! Do you know if Niki is here yet?"

"Maybe? I haven't seen her yet but I just got here"

"Me and Quackity are gonna look for her, you two have fun!"

You wave them a brief goodbye, still holding Karl's hand

"Why are they acting so weird?"

"Its Sapnap and Quackity, what else could you expect"

"I mean you're not wrong, now let's go get some food before Tommy eats it all"

| Quackity |

Was probably the one who organized the party

He had some extra money from winning a few at the casino, and was he more then happy to spend it on seeing you in a swim suit

Hes just, a little bit of a perv to say the least

Hires Niki and Fundy to make sure the food comes out good, afterall he wants to make it perfect for you

Invites only a few people, sure he wants to spend the day with you but if it were just the two of you things might get a little awkward

After all you weren't quite dating yet

Makes sure to invite you just a bit early so you two get just a bit of alone time

"Hey Big Q! Hows it hanging?"

"Hey! Y/N you're early! Excited to see me huh?"

"Early? I thought I was on time"

The nervousness in your voice drips guilt into his mind

"Dont worry about it! Now we have some alone time, Mamacita"

He purrs pulling you closer to him

You giggle and take hold of his cheek in your hand, running your fingers across his scar

"You're one hell of a flirt aren't you?"

"You know it, Hermos(a/o)"

"Hey! Quackity! Y/N hows it going!

"Hey love bugs!"

"You've gotta be kidding me"

"Niki! Eret! Love the sun hats! "

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #george x reader #george x y/n #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #karl x you #karl x y/n

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sscarchiyo · 3 years

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be my valentine

parings: shiki, ikari & masumi x fem!reader

type: scenarios

wc: 869

genre: fluff

warnings: none

🖇a/n: yes yes, valentines was long ago and i was like "oh no, im too late". but a wise soul told me it didn't matter, since febuary isn't over. so here we are then, also look at this thank emily for the contribution and the idea for masumi's part🙇🏿‍♀️ as you can tell, i put a whole lot more into ikari's part, basically turned it into a drabble XD hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

Shiki - jin is appalled, he almost hates you now. the sole reason being you agreed to be shiki’s valentine. not that he cares, but now he won’t shut up about it. “gosh y/n, i'm so glad you agreed to be my valentine y’know? I was really nervous you’d say no,” he confesses, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “why wouldn't I agree? I think you’re really sweet and the poster looks amazing. you must’ve worked really hard” and he did, he wanted to make those big creative posters he’d seen on the internet and put a lot of effort into it. spending the last week or so gathering the items and putting them together, in the end he’s just really glad you said yes.

Ikari - he has no idea what he’s doing here, ikari really has no idea why he’s standing in front of your dorm door-at exactly at 12:01am. 2mins after valentines day, with a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. fuck, this is so stupid, he curses under his breath. he’s been pacing back and forth for a whole minute and he really wants to leave. but he can’t, after talking a big game on how the guys were wusses on asking their crushes out. so they dared him to ask you to be his valentines and out of all people it had to be you? the same girl he’s been crushing on since the start of the academy? yea, no way in hell; but he wasn’t gonna be called a chicken no way. inhaling slowly and wiping the sweat of his palms, he knocks on your door. another minute goes by and he’s ready to bolt, but as he turns around you swing the door open.

“ikari? what are you doing here, it’s late”

well there's no going back now. he rids his hands of sweat again, before shoving the chocolate into your hands. “look, I don’t give 2 shits about valentines. but everyone's been yapping about it, so I figured i’d do my part ”he grumbles, head hanging low in hopes you don’t see the blush on his face. “oh yea? what if I don’t like chocolate?”, you taunt. it wasn’t everyday you get to see this side of him, so you had to tease him now or you’d never get another chance. ikari whips his head to look at you, you don’t like chocolate? lucky for you he had a plan b, shoving the teddy bear into your hands-with a card that reads ‘be my valentine?’ on it and dashes back to his dorm without hearing your answer. when he wakes up later in the day, getting ready for training he notices a small letter taped to his door. picking it up, he opens it with caution and reads ‘yes, i’ll be your valentine. ps. thank you for the bear <3’ in the neatest handwriting he’s ever seen.

Masumi - “uh sir? are you sure we should be doing this?” karou frets, trying to reason with his senior. “why wouldn’t we? I mean, we’re already done. so there’s no going back”. masumi knew that even though you both were dating, it was only right he asked you to be his valentine and of course if masumi had a plan then he’s getting karou involved. “I'm just worried she'll get mad, after all we don’t live here and y/n’s not home. doesn’t this count as trespassing?” and karou was right, you would get mad. you only gave your boyfriend a spare key to your place, incase of an emergency and surprising you on one of the busiest days of the year wasn’t an emergency. “well technically it’s not, since I have a key,” he laughs, moving from place to place readjusting the pink heart shaped balloons that've been placed all over your house. another hour passes before masumi hears the click of the front door-signaling you were home. he quickly ushers karou to stand behind him, karou doing as he's told, grabs the small confetti popper and waits for his time to move again. walking into your house and kicking off your shoes, as you turn on the lights you scream realizing- there are 2 people who shouldn't be in your house that are currently staring at you. "HAPPY VALENTINES BABE," masumi declares, holding out a sign that reads 'WILL U BE MINE/VALENTINE’ in big bold letters. not to mention the confetti that karou has now popped into the air. "what the actual hell is going on?," you begin, trying to wave away the confetti.

"uh...valentine's surprise?" like that wasn't already obvious.

“yea, but why at my hous-"

“why not?”

walking away to grab something on a table, he leaves you bewildered. walking back to you, he hands you 2 plushies connected by holding hands and sweets in his other hand. he gives you a soft smile, “look at this, they look like us. got it custom made and I had karou make these too, since they’re your favorite”. jt was a really sweet gesture, you could tell he put in a lot of effort. you still wished he didn’t sneak into your house, but even so-it was the thought that counted.

tougen anki taglist: @tiny-moonie

general taglist: @megurulvr @k1samaniac

#second form: scribbles #tougen anki #tougen anki x reader #tougen anki fluff #shiki ichinose #shiki ichinose imagines #shiki ichinose x reader #shiki fluff #yaoroshi ikari #ikari fluff #ikari x reader #ikari yaoroshi #yodagawa masumi #masumi x reader #tougen anki masumi #masumi fluff #masumi yodagawa fluff #yodagawa masumi x reader

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subbe93 · 3 years

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The Roulette of Destiny part 16

It's a wedding day... Can Ran still do something to escape from her destiny? Is Shinichi going to be there in time, or is it a time for Ran to give up on her dreams and marry that stranger?

A/N: Every story has an end. If someone would have told me last March that I'm going to write a fic with sixteen chapters with an end, I would have laughed. Like... never gonna happen.

Yet, here we are. After many attempts to make one-shot of this theme (Shinichi and Ran meeting but not seeing eye to eye, or that they would have met, but Ran didn't want to get now him until the wedding, but at the middle of the party, they would have run away into the city to eat hamburgers xD), those two idiots decided that they would go to the journey around Japan, and I was like: "Guys, please, don't do this to me!!" I knew from the start that if I want to make this story right, it needs to be long, and it made me sad, because how I would do that? I have never finished any of my long fics. Why I can't write something small, something shorter? Something I can finish?

But this fic made me so happy. I got something to do in my dark and lonely days and this made me also remember how much I love writing. I also got a chance to write about characters I love so much, and I have someone to share it with! I probably have told this, but I have written in Finnish too and... Well, maybe I always write about fandoms/pairings that aren't so popular in Finland and I know that the reason why you should write is that you want to make that story because you write to yourself, but when you are excited about your own work, want to share it, but no one reacts to it... It always kills something inside me. Why should I write something I'm so excited about when I don't have anyone to share it with?

But then I came here, shared my first headcanon, and... if I can be honest, I didn't wait for anyone to like it. And yet, it got likes, and I was like... what? Why, how?! xD And when I translated and posted my first fic, I didn't wait much for it either, but yet, you liked it! And I got inspired to try to write more because I have always loved to write stories. Every like have inspired me to write more, every comment has made me feel less lonely (actually they made me feel like I'm having friends), and every share had been like... Wow! I got more than I dared to hope for. If I only could put into words how much all of this means to me... But I can't. And maybe I have said this too many times before, enough that it doesn't have any effects on anyone, but still...

This is for all of you! Yes, to you! To you who are reading this right now, to you who have read this story this far, and hopefully, you're making it to the end ❤ Thank you for being here with me and supporting me ❤ Thank you for inspiring me to continue even when there were times when it was difficult ❤ Thank you so, so much ❤

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11 ~ Chapter 12 ~ Chapter 13 ~ Chapter 14 ~ Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Ran just stared at her reflection. She really hoped that she could see a happy young woman who would smile brightly, admiring herself through the mirror, thinking how her makeup and hairstyle were so perfect. Maybe she would make a few twirls just to see how her perfect wedding dress look on her, maybe took some photos of her and bouquet for a memory, sending them to social media or friends…

Maybe Kazuha would have liked to see her wedding dress.

But all she could see was a beautiful fiancée with a sorrowful look on her face. The sad young woman who had just cried until the morning light invaded through the curtains. At nine her mother had come to wake her up and after that? Ran wasn’t sure. She just let her parents to took her wherever they wanted her to be. She kinda remembered her makeup artist who was so happy for her. But anything else she didn’t remember. Only that she stared at her reflection and how it had changed more beautiful and made her look more like an adult. But in her orchid-colored eyes, there was that sadness which they couldn’t take away or hide.

Shinichi…

She wondered where he was. She wondered what happened to him.

She wondered if Shinichi would like her dress. God, she really hoped that she would get her phone back. She really would have liked to talk to him before the ceremony. At this point, she would promise anything if she just could get that phone and hear Shinichi’s voice. She would have liked to ask him what happened. She would just like to tell him what really happened, she really wanted to… wanted to…

She just wanted to know if, after the wedding, they could still be friends. It would be enough for her. Just have him in her life. As a friend. Being her only sanity in the middle of this madness, her safe haven if things would go wrong.

Maybe after the wedding…

She remembered how they joked about their weddings. That one of them should do something other’s spouse and take their place just that they could marry each other. Or maybe interrupt the ceremony somehow. How Shinichi would come and steal her…

Ran’s reflection started to blur. Part of her felt so powerless that she almost didn’t want to do anything for those tears, but she also knew that there was mascara on her eyelashes and she didn’t want to destroy her make-up just before the ceremony.

Like she even cared anymore.

Yet she took the tissue on the box and carefully dried her eyes and cheeks. She tried to distract her thoughts with something else, but every time they always get back to Shinichi. About the plan of interrupting their weddings… her wedding…

“I promise, I will do everything I can to make everyone see a reason. I will even come and interrupt your wedding if nothing else works.”

She let out a weak laugh. Yeah, like he would that. Like he would do anything to her groom or like he would interrupt the ceremony. He wouldn’t. He was a gentleman, too righteous to do something like that. She didn’t believe in that.

Still, it didn’t stop her from hoping.

The door behind her opened. Through the mirror, she saw her father.

“Ten minutes”, he said with a big smile. “Are you ready?”

Ran showed him a weak smile but didn’t speak. Only ten minutes. God, how much she just wanted to run away.

“You should look happier, Ran”, her father said while coming closer and laying his hands on her bare shoulders. It probably should have made Ran feel comfortable, but it didn’t. “You’re going to get married to a rich man who can take care of you…”

“I know someone else who would have taken me as I am”, Ran interrupted silently. “And I love him.”

“We have talked about this”, her father said gently. “This is for your own sake.” Then his expression changed determined. “And if he ever treats you wrong, I show him a few goods and painful judo throws…”

She smiled as an answer but didn’t say anything. Well, there was nothing to do about this anymore. She had tried her best, she had tried all she could. She had tried to convince her parents to give up on this, but it had been useless. She tried to be an impossible fiancée, yet it didn’t work either. Shinichi had tried his hardest to come and visit, talk to her parents around, and Ran believed that Sonoko had tried her hardest too since she hadn’t seen her best friend after that day when she visited her. Ran actually asked about Sonoko from her mother, and after that flat answer "I haven't heard from her" was a pretty clear clue to Ran that her mother had heard and doubted that Sonoko had something on her mind and make sure that they wouldn’t meet before the wedding ceremony.

So, Ran believed that they had tried everything they could have. Except… Karate.

Ran closed her eyes. She heard her father babbling about something which Ran hadn’t even listened to. He probably would be too concentrated on his own talking that Ran could just stand up and took him out by surprise and then run away. Maybe she could search Shinichi’s address somewhere and go there safe. At least he was a known detective in Japan, so she was sure that if she would just ask someone, they would probably know at least his agency’s address…

“Ah, it’s our time”, her father shouted. “Let’s go!”

Slowly Ran opened her eyes and stood up. She took her bouquet, took a last fast glance from the mirror to see that sad young bride before with heavy legs and heart she turned and followed her father outside. She looked at the corridor, wondering if she still could run away. There weren’t many people around, probably everyone was in the church waiting for the ceremony to start. If she would take her heels away and start to run before her father would realise… She would get far since her father wasn’t as good shape as he was once…

“There you two are. I was worried…”

Ran looked at her mother who has dressed in her best dress and let her long hair open. She was beautiful, though Ran wouldn’t say it out loud. Not because of this whole marriage thing. Not after what she did to Shinichi.

“What, you didn’t trust me?” her father asked. Her mother looked at Ran before turning.

“Let’s go.”

She didn’t trust me, Ran wanted to say, but didn’t. Yeah, well she had her reasons, and Ran couldn’t blame her. Maybe she wouldn’t trust her child either if she would have been in the same situation.

Well, she wouldn’t command her child to marry someone they wouldn’t want to.

Maybe she could still save herself. Since both of her parents were too concentrated walking towards the church, she could take them out with karate. Nothing too serious, but enough that she could still take the heels off and…

Church’s big doorway was open in front of them. They stepped into the hallway, but Ran and his father stayed on the corner before the main hall while making sure that no one would see them before the music starts to play. How many times they had practiced this? Too many. Yet, every time her father succeeded to do something wrong, or if not, then he was just clumsy.

“Just remember…”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember”, her father answered annoyed.

Then her mother turned and looked at her with a piercing gaze. Ran wanted to answer for it. She wanted to blame her for being unfair, she wanted to ask her if she was happy now. She wanted to know if this was really something she wanted for her daughter. She wanted to ask if she is going to sleep her nights well after this. She wanted to know if she was sure that she isn’t going to regret this later.

But she didn’t. It wouldn’t change anything.

Her mother's expression softened. “Listen Ran, you should try to smile and try to be happy”, she said. “You want to make a good impression on your groom, and…” She kept a little break before she continued: “and you would just do a favor for yourself. Try to enjoy this, so you can reminisce this as a good memory one day”

Ran felt like crying. Like she could be happy when she felt so sad and sorrowful and… and… She just wanted to cry. Cry and shout at her parents. She just wanted to turn around and run…

But she showed her mother a little smile and nodded. She couldn’t do anything else.

Her mother smiled before going to the main hall. And Ran waited.

She still had a chance to run. She could just trip her father and run away…

Well, it was her time to come back to reality. Like she would do it. She couldn’t do that to her parents. And in the end, her mother-in-law had also put so much effort to make Ran look like the perfect bride. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t just leave.

Hah, there it was. Again, she was being that kind and obedient girl who wasn’t selfish enough to do as she liked. Again, she was the girl who would suffer to make everyone else happy. Again, she sacrificed herself and she wouldn’t get anything back from it.

Music started and Ran’s father handed his arm. “Ready?”

No.

Ran took a deep breath before she took his father’s arm and let him lead her to her destiny. She let her gaze down, trying for a moment to focus that she wouldn’t step on her hem. I’m not going to cry. I can’t let them have that satisfaction!

Then she raised her gaze trying to keep a proud look on her face. She could still try to be a brave and beautiful bride, something which everyone could be proud of. They would talk later about how amazing and beautiful she was. And in the end, maybe her mother was right. She could still try to make this a good memory for herself.

Later she could tell all about this to Shinichi, and he would be proud of her.

She found her groom who stood in front of the altar in a white suit, his back still on her. Then he turned around and met his bride.

Ran’s red lips parted. She couldn’t believe it, and yet, when the groom’s surprised expression changed into a bright smile, Ran let the laugh escape from her lips. Even though she promised herself that she wouldn’t cry, she felt tears on her cheeks. But those weren’t for sorrow. They were tears of happiness.

Before she could stop herself, she let go of her father’s arm, grabbed her dress with a free hand, and run towards the man, who had just taken a few steps forward and opened his arms. She threw herself into his arms crying and laughing, squeezing him like making sure that this was real and not some kind of twisted dream, and even if it was, she knew she didn’t want to wake up.

“Well, what a twist of fate”, she heard him say quietly in her ear. “Can’t choose if I’m just lucky one or did you really do something to my bride and took her place…”

“Not sure either”, she murmured on Shinichi’s shoulder. “I’m just… just hoping this isn’t just a dream…”

Ran felt warm hands on her bare shoulders, and she remembered how much she had missed his touch. He made her back off a little, just enough to see her face.

“Me too”, Shinichi said and smiled. Then he took something out from his pocket. “Though”, he continued and the blue handkerchief touched carefully Ran’s cheeks, “I can’t let those tears ruin my beautiful bride’s breath-taking smile.”

Ran let out a weak laugh. “I think it’s a small price to pay for this… for you...”

He lowered enough to press his forehead against her like he did that night when they said temporary goodbyes to each other. Like then, she looked at those beautiful blue eyes. God how much she had missed him. She just…

“Hey, don’t cry anymore”, Shinichi said quietly.

“I missed you”, she whispered and closed her eyes, trying her hardest not just to bury herself into his arms and make sure that she would never have to leave. “I missed you so, so much…”

“Missed you too”, she heard him answer. “I… I thought I lost you…”

Someone cleared their throat. Ran opened her eyes and saw how Shinichi straightened himself before wiping her last tears away. Then he put that handkerchief back into his pocket. Without cutting his eye contact he slowly moved away from a little enough to raise his left arm. “Well, will you still marry me?”

Ran felt her smile just widening. She wrapped her right arm around his.

Maybe God didn’t hate her after all…

“I will.”

#ShinRan #Arranged Marriage AU #The Roulette of Destiny #Detective Conan #Fanfiction #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Part 16

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.��

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

#maya bday ask event #reed900 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh gavin #dbh nines #gavin900 #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh fanfic #dbh rk900 #dbh #dbh writing #my writing

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zaenaris · 2 years

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Koko is so sweet as person. I mean in his biography, we learn that he doesn't like a lot Takemichi because he can't manipule him but he's the one to help him after the battle of the three deities, and he's the one to be at his bedside when Takemichi wakes up. XD

Hello :D Yeah, that's true lol.

I like learning more about the lore of the story/characters, so data books and such are a gold mine for me lol. Also it's interesting that those information refers to a specific time period, thee second data book refers to the Black Dragon arc, I wonder if in the new one about Tenjiku that will be publish soon, we will learn something new about Koko and Inui (don't think so, it will probably be about Izana and the other S62 generation, but we'll see).

That said, while it's clearly stated he doesn't like people he cannot control like Takemichi, I guess later Koko changed his mind, on Takemitchy at least, since he has always been kind to him after the BD arc ( it's so funny re-reading BD arc, when Koko and Inui acted like absolute little shits lol)

But joking aside, now we know why they acted like that, it was a facade and they both have their reason that now we know. Koko has always been a selfless person, and when he loves someone, he loves with all his heart and soul, which, as we know, is a double edged sword.

Imo, he started being around Takemitchy after the BD arc because, of course, he and Inupi were his subordinates in the First Division of Toman and he was their captain, but it was mostly Inupi that had already saw something in Takimitchy, saw the values of the original BD members in him, and started getting attached to Michi; Koko simply followed Inupi (and, always from the second databook, we know Koko was happy around that time 🥺) but he started recognizing Takimitchy as well when they were all kidnapped and Takimitchy was ready to do anything to protect Koko and Inui, even if he was in a disadvantage.

Koko was shocked, until that point of his life, everyone (beside Inupi) always used him only for money, so I think Takemitchy's words and actions left a positive impression on him.

During the three deities battle, Mikey, Koko's boss, made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Takemitchy and only Senju's actions saved Mitchy. Koko had no reason to bring him to Inupi, he risked a lot, he could have been considered a traitor, but he did it anyway, because it was the right thing to do. Koko is still a member of a dangerous criminal organization, so bringing him to the hospital wasn't the safest option for himself - and Takemitchy didn't deserve what happened to him ( I can't wait to have a confrontation between Mikey and Takemitchy, but I'm digressing).

Of course Koko trusts Inupi to bring Mitchy to the hospital and take care of him, I guess the fact he knows perfectly where D&D is located confirms he was keeping tabs on Inupi and he knew he was friend with Takemitchy and the others (and maybe, just maaaaaaybe, a part of Koko he was trying to repress in order to protect Inupi, was telling him it was the right moment to see him again. And in the end it was the right thing to do)

#kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers #hanagaki takemichi #inui seishu #black dragon #tokyorev spoilers #zae talks about tr #asks

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old-hyper-super-clover · 3 years

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For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--

Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~

FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!

To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)

Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~

Part 1

MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.

Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?

Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.

The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.

And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.

Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.

"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.

"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."

Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"

"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"

Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.

"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"

"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."

"But-"

"Now."

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.

But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...

Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.

So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:

"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"

"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"

"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"

That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...

An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.

Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.

But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.

In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:

"Off to the beach we go!"

Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.

Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.

Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.

"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.

"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."

The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."

Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.

"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.

"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.

"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.

"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."

The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.

Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"

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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.

And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...

Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."

"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.

In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.

"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."

Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.

"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.

"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."

"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"

"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."

Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."

Suddenly, another voice joined the group.

"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."

"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."

Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.

Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:

'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.

'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.

'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'

Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."

Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"

A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.

Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"

Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.

"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"

"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."

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(To be continued...)

Find my summer event Masterlist and Rules for the requests here <3

#obey me #obey me shall we date #clover's om summer event #thx for requesting side character content #i love them and had fun writing them!#the second part will drop as soon as i finish it #i hope its fun #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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