#and he tells himself he's not going to get roped into their antics again

[clemencetaught]

Patrick in verse three is ironically what you would call a cynical idealist. like he knows how the system works, how it upholds the capitol and its citizens, how it keeps the victors chained in place and the districts at the foot and accepts that that is the way things will always be in this day and age. but there’s always a part of him that can’t help but desperately wants to believe that there is a better world out there... and no matter how much he might tell himself not to believe that, he can’t ever shake off that longing.

It’s the main reason he’s can’t help but have a soft spot to stubborn, outspoken, and even reckless idealists ( *cough cough* marìa @mythvoiced )…if it doesn’t get in the way of his priorities too much, he will stick his neck out for them :’D

[screampied]

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”

[mtkay13]

WenZhou x Memes! and, of course, some thoughts. More memes below + explanations! (Very Long Post)

You know other men?

The first one above was based on a famous "you know other men?" meme, that Bichen suggested we take part in (in the TYK community). I wanted to make ZZS smile at WKX's antics because it makes him laugh, ofc, and because he's quite fond of that wife act WKX enjoys playing so much.

The Barbie meme

Interestingly enough, this one has sparked quite a bunch of discussions online. When we had talked about making the meme for TYK!WenZhou, both Moose (@butleronice) and I thought that having ZZS as the serious one felt a bit strange. I feel like TYK!ZZS as I know him is rather goofy and would be more likely to make fun of the situation and the authorities that he doesn't take seriously.

WKX, besides in ZZS' presence, in the book, tends to act very cold and not necessarily civil--especially if you think those would be Jianghu authorities. Not saying the reverse wouldn't work, of course! But for my conception of the characters, it felt off. However--on twitter, we both received more comments than necessary saying: "This should be the opposite." "WKX should be the fun one--", etc. I have to confess that this left me worried regarding ZZS' reputation, considering that more often than not, when I make him to be the goofier, more stupid looking one, I get surprised reactions. I wonder what exactly has given him these... serious, un-fun vibes for many people.

The way I see it, in the book, ZZS is quite fun, overly civil and polite in a fake-smiley way, gets himself in absurd situations and WKX comments on him as being ridiculous and goofy. Of course, in ZZS' presence, WKX himself acts in a very extra way, but overall, in the book, WKX is quite closed-off and cold towards others, and doesn't give those vibes of being fun, extra or goofy to me. (I won't lie, I do blame the first and most popular translations for that, as they make ZZS quite stiff in the dialogs and I feel like this doesn't help...) I don't think it's a problem if people see them differently, though! But it was upsetting to see how some people did (quite rudely in some case) allow themselves to tell us how wrong we were, especially considering the time and care we both put in our decision to characterise them this way (and work on their expressions).

I recommend going to check Moose's version on her twitter as well (@butleronduty)!!

Equal strength

This one was based on a meme posted by Choco (@kwehxing) on twitter; about how this dialog would be fun for WenZhou.

I, once again, considered that yeah, maybe the default would have WKX turn any situation into a reason to fuck--but at the same time, I wondered: is it really his style? Isn't he having plenty of situations in which he can bring that up, already? I like to read ZZS as having a certain competence kink, and I think he gets off of sparring and feeling WKX's strength. I thought it fun to imagine him getting really worked up from sparring and using that as an excuse to demand fucking because OBVIOUSLY what else. I guess that to me, this is a reflection of how his mind is working.

The Tintin parody

My friend Angel brought a tintin parody comic from the @tintinades account on twitter and instagram. Here is the original. I thought it could be really fun to adapt it for WenZhou with a little twist at the end. Of course, mastering qinggong, WenZhou probably don't really need the ropes--although I think that ZCL isn't able to safely cross the road yet which is why they wanted to make a way. However, WKX clearly got distracted and went on ahead, hehe.

The distracted BF

This one was suggested by Bichen again--a classic, which worked really well and was actually quite funny when using Hoboxu.

He wants to order

This was the first meme I ever drew for WenZhou, following the "he/she wants to order" pattern. Pretty self-explanatory!

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act One Part Two - So What?

CW: Violence, injury

“Captain-” Ace repeats himself again but is immediately silenced with a single look from Queen.

“Don’t bother nagging me about morals,” Queen snapped, the silence that followed after felt uncomfortably eerie. “You know how it goes. It’s all for the sake of the mission.”

This left an undesirable aftertaste on Ace’s tongue. He couldn’t sit back any longer to watch as Queen endangered innocent lives ‘for the sake of the mission’. Ace continued to listen to Queen as she lectured him on mission priorities, a talk that had been gone over far too many times, but this was different.

“What if you shot a civilian?” Ace questioned. This made Queen pause. She fully turns to him, finally facing him. Her eyes shot daggers at Ace in the dark and her lip curled downward in frustration. “That could have gone wrong with just a shift of the wind!” Ace adds.

“Yes, and?”

Yes, and? Yes, and? Yes… and? Ace replayed Queen’s answer in his head multiple times. It was weirdly worded. Was Queen looking for Ace to answer her, or was it that she was that nonchalant about the lives of others? Ace has had his doubts about Queen’s ethics but never had he seen such disregard at this scale.

“And? We’re supposed to be protecting the civilians, are we not? Isn’t the whole deal based on defending those that need it?” Ace argues, taking a step forward. He could feel his blood start to boil.

“Going soft, are you, Lieutenant?” Queen sneered, amused at how quick Ace was to anger. Her eyes look downward towards him. It’s always the small dogs that bark the loudest. “We were tasked to eliminate a dangerous person, and that's what we'll do. Anyone in the way of our mission objective is just an obstruction to be removed.”

Ace was speechless. There wasn’t anything he had ever heard that’s as selfish as the words coming from Queen. He could feel his chest tighten but he continued to hold his tongue. This wasn’t worth getting angry over, Ace tells himself.

“Not to mention your attempt at undermining my order to Jack. Don’t think I don’t notice how chummy the two of you have grown with each other.” Queen scoffs, disdain in her voice at the thought as if it offended her. There was a bite to her words, clearly made out to hurt Ace. “Your influence has her confused, as if he’s not dull enough already.”

“Hey-” Ace snapped. He could feel a vein pop on his forehead from how he was ready to burst with anger at any moment. “They’re under no obligation to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Queen laughs at this, a shrill shriek that raises the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck. He shook this feeling away, not letting Queen disrespect Jack. While Ace wasn’t Jack’s assigned mentor, Queen’s methods were questionable from what he’d heard from the Private. Ace opened his mouth to speak again but Queen beat him to it.

“Now he’s running around with rope, playing cowboy and playing with fire.” Queen sighs, exasperated just thinking about Jack’s antics. In her eyes, the Private needed to be ironed out. It’s a wonder how they even passed selection. Queen mentions this, waving her hand dismissively as she complains. “It’s horrible to my image, really.”

That hit Ace like a punch to the gut. Queen was clearly out of line with the bullshit she was spouting out her mouth. Ace takes another step forward and, before he could stop himself, grabs Queen by the collar of her jacket, driving her back into the wall. 

“Is that all you care about? Your image? Whatever’s in the way of your target?” Ace seethed, staring daggers at Queen. “How shameless of you-”

A struggle breaks out as Queen shoves Ace, who stumbles backwards. He regains his footing and dodges as Queen reaches to grab at him but fails to avoid her sweep, sending him to the ground, dragging her down with him.

A hand yanks painfully in Ace’s hair, a breathless Queen leers down at him. “I’m still in disbelief. What did the Major even see in you all those years ago..?” Queen taunts, her lips curled upwards in a sick smile.

Ace throws Queen off of him, quickly taking her place over him as she hits the ground. He presses a blade to Queen’s throat, pinning her down to the ground. However, this did little to stop her ridiculing.

“Looks like you still have that Mad Dog in you,” Queen jabs at Ace, panting as she catches her breath. He feels another chill as she brings up his past. “Violent, reckless and unstable. You try so hard to be nice but you still struggle to keep your little façade up.”

Ace grits his teeth, unable to form words in his cloud of rage, only grunting in response, the cold sharp knife pressed firmly to Queen’s neck, the edge digging slightly into the flesh. “Quiet-” He hissed, but Queen cut him off as she screamed bloody murder out of nowhere.

Loud thumps break Ace’s focus as they rush closer and closer. Before he could react, he felt rough nylon wrap around his neck. Next thing Ace knew, he felt burning. Both on the skin of his neck and in his lungs as he struggled for breath. His body is forced to bend backwards as his assailant puts a rough boot to his back. Ace lets out a choked gurgle, managing to reach back to cut at the rope around his neck.

Rushing to his feet, Ace turns around as he sputters to fill his lungs with air, hand clutching at his neck, the skin still aching with a burn. His head pounded as the blood started to return into his brain. His eyes refocused and he faced Jack, who was staring wide eyed at her lieutenant as they realised what she had done. A scowl twists Ace’s face as he gasps for air, standing hunched over, noose still hanging from his neck, the skin blooming with a new scar that stretches around his neck.

“What in the bloody hell’s wrong with you?!” Ace barked at Jack who visibly flinched at the tone of his voice. However, Ace would find that Jack was no longer looking at him, but at what was behind him. 

Quicksaving...

[glitchtricks94]

Picked Your Poison

Vil Schoenheit x Tomboy!Reader

Welcome to my first fic here. I don't have access to playing the games and I'm still working through watching the translations. Please be gentle and let me know your thoughts, and if you have any tips, they'd be greatly appreciated, with that, I hope you enjoy and I'll hopefully see you sometime next millennia, take care of yourselves, peeps. -GlitchTricks *Gender Neutral Pronouns used!* *JP Terms used! (Madol, dorm leaders, etc...)* Word count: 5.1k Vil was at the end of his rope. He was losing his mind from your antics, your messiness and just...everything that makes you, you. It drove him insane as he plotted out the points where he felt everything he had regarding you as a simple potato with next to no worth to him began to steadily crumble to dust.

First, you assaulted his sleep. Many nights went by that the ever so famous actor/model where he poured over his thoughts of you. Vil would lie awake under his various covers, staring up at the canopy curtains that hung over him with a scrunched up expression, perfect, plush lips pressed into a fine line, his jaw clenched tightly alongside his hands. The blonde had gone to bed at curfew, 10 p.m. as per usual. Yet now the clock had just ticked over to midnight, Vil still lying awake. His mind was refusing to quell itself into the soothing emptiness he was normally able to achieve via some simple meditation. Any thoughts he'd cleared out had been replaced by the annoyingly endearing Ramshackle prefect; the sweet smiles, the obnoxious laughter, the pure strength when they played sports with the other students, all of it drove him wild in what he considered to be the worst ways possible. Vil sat up, letting out a groan at what he was perceiving to yet another sleepless night, seeing as how you've waged war on his brain, yet again. The blonde pondered getting some sleep aid medications, but ultimately decided against it. He couldn't risk putting anything he hadn't researched thoroughly enough to ensure the upkeep of his beauty. It might ruin everything he's worked for! And just who did you think you were, stealing his beauty sleep from him, you...you...you pathetically cute potato! Vil gripped at his hair and slammed his back down on his mattress, a groan slipping past his lips. "Stupid potato. They aren't even that special, why are they invading my mind?" Vil mumbled to himself, turning and staring at his disheveled form; tousled hair, bright lavender eyes filled with frustration, and perfect, snow white skin practically glowing in the soft moonlight that infiltrated the room, soft yellows and pinks coloring parts of his wall. He thought he looked terrible at the moment until the tiny voice that had resided in the back of his head spoke up, yet again, much to his dismay. "They'd say you look stunning like always though, wouldn't they?" "Yes...yes, they would tell me such kind words..." He whispered to himself, breaking the staring contest he held with his reflection, slowly starting to relax as he dove deep into his thoughts once more. Vil spent another night falling into sweet fantasies of holding you close to him as he did his makeup for another day at Night Raven College, your honey sweet voice whispering sweet nothing of love and soft compliments of adoration to him, a ghost of a smile appearing on the blonde's lips. He finally felt himself falling into a sweet decent into sleep, just as the clock changed to 4 a.m. The male had to wake up in less than two hours to go on his usual morning run before indulging in a healthy smoothie and having a cheat day waffle with cinnamon and strawberries. Oh, what hell he has had the past week with you crashing into his sleep schedule...

Second, you ended up ruining his skin care efforts. A loud scream permeated the glorious halls of Pomefiore. Vil had awoken and checked himself in the mirror, finding a small set of three pimples sitting on her perfectly sculpted cheek, the dorm leader looking mortified. Grabbing his concealer, Vil swiftly went to work covering up the bright red dots that ruined his complexion, the filthy blemishes now hidden under a small pile of makeup. The man was livid. All of these sleepless nights have finally caught up to him and ruined his complexion! How dare you ruin his skin by invading his mind every night! Vil felt as though he had every right to punish you for your crimes against his beauty routine. The blonde glared at his reflection with his teeth bared as Rook rushed into the room, his normally perfectly combed hair a rat's nest and his poisoned apple themed pajamas sitting on his broad frame. "Roi de Poison, whatever is the matter?! it must be monumental to cause you to strain your vocal cords in such a cry!" The eccentric hunter exclaimed, looking at Vil with worry. "The prefect has ruined my skin! They've been keeping me up night after night, flooding my brain with useless thoughts of them and now my skin care routines need to be doubled, no, tripled to make up for the disgusting acne they caused!" Vil exclaimed angrily, turning to Rook with a fire in his eyes. "Go get cleaned up this instant! We have planning to do." Rook's signature, stoic smile came to his face as he clasped his hand over his heart, overwhelmingly charmed by this side of the beautiful being that was Vil Schoenheit; the fire in his eyes and dark furious expression on his face, the way his lips curled up to reveal his teeth; si belle! "As you wish, Roi de Poison, I shall aid you in concocting the perfect plan to use against the prefect of Ramshackle!" Rook said, looking at Vil with pure admiration. "Surely they must pay for destroying such beauty, although, you still look simply magnifique with your silky locks, perfect eyes, enchanting frame-" "Rook, shut up, and get dressed for the day this instant! I am not in the mood for flattery! I want that prefect's heart on a silver platter." Vil snarled, Rook simply chuckling with glee as he conceded and slipped away to attend to his own appearance. Vil turned back to the mirror, glaring at the spots that were so perfectly hidden on his cheek, vowing to make you pay for such disgrace.

Third, you somehow ruined his plans and caught another potato's eye. Vil's little plan had gone awry, the small potion he had mixed with some apple juice he had given to you had been drank by a Savanaclaw student you had gotten close with during the times you'd try and join in on Magift practice with Ruggie. The strange, rather revolting potato of a student instantly got a breakout on his face and groaned in annoyance. The dorm leader felt his heart squeeze with frustration and a cruel jealousy encapsuled his mind as he saw you ever so kindly comfort your friend, who looked at you like you were an angel sent from the stars. How dare that disgusting individual eye up something that was clearly supposed to be his! "Hey, man, don't worry, it's just a little acne. I managed to get a hold of some stuff to help get rid of that." Your sweet, kindly voice cooed. "Besides, ain't a little acne normal?" "Yeah, I guess so, still super annoying though..." The student replied, brown hair slightly swaying as he turned to look at you, brown eyes glistening in relief before you both snapped to attention at Leona's shout. "That's it, break it up, no mushy shit allowed here." Leona yelled, tossing a broom at that acne ridden potato. "Kastor, you and the prefect are gonna be riding the broom together, don't fuck this up." "Y-Yes, Dorm Leader!" Kastor nervously spoke, catching the broom that the lion threw. Vil couldn't believe what he was hearing, what he was seeing as he watched on with an expression of horror. As much as he adored the sounds of your laughter, the yells of victory you shared with Epel, that radiant smile on your face, he couldn't stand seeing you cozy up to Kastor Wayne of all people. It made his polished skin crawl with jealousy and disgust. You were laughing and giggling at jokes he made during the break, his shyer, quieter demeanor seemingly endearing you to his filthy charms. Isn't he aware of how unworthy he is of your time? How Vil himself would be a better companion and potential lover to you than that pathetic potato ever could?! He couldn't take anymore of this. He was furious about this and stomped out of the stadium where the Magift club always practiced, deciding that the club activities for Film Appreciation will be centered around how to take down an enemy, as well as the techniques actors and directors used to achieve the effects. He'd be imagining that he was slaying and cursing Kastor during the examples of this.

Vil sighed as he remembered those disgusting, longing looks that Wayne had sent you, the cunning expression on his face as he tried to be personable with your friends, specifically Epel. The country born child, however, had no interest and even openly saw Kastor trying to flirt with you. Ace started to act like your brother and barked about how if Kastor wanted to date you, he'd have to go through him first and get his approval, the little racoon thing you roomed with jumping in and agreeing. Vil couldn't hide his smirk when he witnessed that lunchtime debacle, seeing that ruffian get shut down hard when he was trying to squeeze in on your territory. Even now, a triumphant smile graced Vil's lips at the sweet memory of Wayne's proper humiliation. Serve's him just right for trying to mess with his potato. Vil froze with his train of thought, snapping back to reality as he stared at his reflection, his deep royal purple eyeliner perfectly done up in a thick cat eye style. When did he start thinking of you as his? Vil didn't know how to feel about this, his glossy lips pursing together as he gripped his vanity. Reflecting on his actions, he realized he was also putting more effort into his appearance, and not because you gave him a small breakout a little while ago, but because you seemed to poke your head in Pomefiore often. You always brushed off any questions from Rook about it, saying you were studying with Epel before darting away from Vil's trusted vice dorm leader, hiding away from those emerald eyes the hunter had. Rook never took offense, but rather, he confided to both Vil and Epel that he found such anticks by you terribly endearing. "The Trickster's cute expressions are an absolute delight, they run away like a little mouse after speaking with me! Hmhmhm~!" That is usually what Rook exclaims while sipping tea in the lounge of Pomefiore. The dorm leader was starting to get lost in his thoughts again when he heard a knock on his door, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raising as he turned his attention to the entrance to his room. "Who is it?" He called out, breath hitching when he heard your voice. "Hey, Vil, it's me! Can I talk to you for a minute?" You called out, your chirpy tone permeating Vil's ears and making him internally panic. It was times like this that he blessed the day he decided to become an actor.

"Give me a moment, little spudling, I'm in the middle of fixing my hair!" Vil called back, the prefect letting out a sound of understanding.

It wasn't quite a lie, Vil did still have to get his hair just so with his crown resting elegantly on his head, pride in his appearance rolling off him in waves. "I'll see you in the longue, alright?"

"Sure thing, your highness!" You replied, giggling to yourself at the nickname you picked out for him. Vil smiled softly hearing your joyous voice calling out to him in such a manner, it was like music to his ears. He actually quite liked that particular nickname too; you bestowed it upon him after mentioning he looked like royalty. "Since you always look like royalty in your uniform, I guess I should refer to you as such, yeah?" Your sweet, little voice giggled, a wide smirk on your face as you took in Vil's expression of surprise before he let out a chuckle, the blonde setting his teacup on its saucer as he sat back against the plush couch of the Pomefiore lounge. "Yes, I suppose you should, little potato."

Vil smiled again at the memory, fixing up his silky locks to their usual style, his hair shimmering softly in the light as he framed his features before carefully placing his crown on his head. He looked over his appearance in the mirror before nodding his head in satisfaction.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself before he left his room, head held high as he strode down the hall, heels clacking against the polished floors.

Vil couldn't deny the excitement that roared through his veins as he drew closer to the lounge, soft laughter soon filling his ears as he entered, catching sight of you and Epel playing around. The smaller boy was laughing and fighting against you as you held him in a soft headlock, messing up his hair with your fist, noogying your fellow first year affectionately.

Well, wasn't this infuriating? Vil had personally helped Epel style those messy locks of his into something somewhat pretty, even if his appearance was more cute and doll-like, much to Vil's annoyance: and now, here you were, prefect. Messing up all that hard work yet again!

The beautiful man couldn't hold such things against you though. That troublesome smile on your face where the apples of your cheeks rose to make those bright eyes crease with joy was a sight worth seeing. He'll let Epel off the hook this time since he was to thank for such a sight.

"Hey, c'mon, cut it out, prefect!" Epel complained through his laughter, his country accent and mannerisms slipping out. "You said Vil was meetin' ya here! Lemme go!"

"Nah, no way, Epel! You'll be fine, Vil usually takes awhile to perfect his looks, remember?" You replied playfully, laughing alongside the lavender locked boy.

"Well, I do try to take ample time to appear presentable at the highest regard." Vil spoke up, stepping deeper into the lounge and moving to stand before you and his underclassman, his hands on his hips. "However, it seems I cannot say the same for you, prefect, Felmier."

"D-Dorm leader! I-I can explain, truly, I-" Epel began to stammer, pulling out of your loosened grip with a frightened expression on his face, his tousled hair sticking up in all directions as he looked up at his dorm head. You looked up at Vil owlishly, your own hair messy as hell, as per usual. Well, perhaps not as messy as it normally was…You had managed to make it even more of a mess.

"Now, now, none of that, Epel. For once, you'll be getting off easy since I have business with the prefect. Go find Rook and have him fix your hair, then you are free to go until your lessons later this evening. Am I clear?" Vil said sternly, looking at Epel like how a mother would scold her children.

"Y-yes, Dorm leader! Thank you, dorm leader!" Epel cried, getting up and rushing out oy the room, harsh footsteps following after him. Vil tutted as he turned to look at you, his breath hitching silently as he took in how your eyes were looking at him, full of awe and wonder. "Prefect." Vil spoke, looking down at you. "Yes, your highness?" "Your hair is absolutely deplorable. Come, let's get you-" Vil paused, narrowing his eyes as he looked at your hair, his eyes widening. "Are those twigs in your hair?!" "Oh, yeah. I was climbing some trees earlier on a dare from Ace. Riddle was, uh, not too happy about me doin' that." You replied, grinning sheepishly at the Dorm Leader, who just sighed. "Must you always be this messy?" Vil asked, taking your wrist in his hand and dragging you back to his room where he could properly address the rat's nest on your head. Sitting you down at his vanity, Vil skillfully removed the tiny branches that were knotted into your hair, scolding you, however, it was all going in one ear and out the other for you. You were far too focused on Vil Schoenheit's glorious figure behind you, eyes trained on his beautiful form in the mirror as he tended to your tangled locks, nimble fingers brushing out knots before picking up some sort of hair product and a brush. You snapped out of any trance the Pomefiore student held over you when you felt the brush hit your hair, making a sharp yelp spring forth from your throat as the bristles got caught on a knot in the middle of Vil's stroke. "See! This is what I meant! Climbing through all those branches without tying your hair back will cause hideous knots to form!" Vil huffed in annoyance, his chastising tone rubbing you the wrong way. "Well, excuse me, princess!" You huffed, pouting slightly. "Last I checked, I don't always have twenty five different beauty products shoved up my ass at all times, so do forgive me for actually going off and having a bit of fun." "The audacity you carry, little potato." Vil huffed, trying to brush out the knots in your hair without yanking your hair like before, holding your matted locks in hand as he ran the brush through. "You're lucky I rather enjoy your company, I don't do this for just anyone." "Yeah, I know." You said, mood perking up at Vil's more gentle care began peaking out again. "Epel complains about how you pick on him." Vil scoffed, rolling his eyes as you let out a warm laugh, his own smile coming to his face as the beautiful dorm leader ran his fingers through your now silky smooth locks. Plucking a bottle off his vanity, he spritzed you with a rich, fruity smelling perfume; black cherries, raspberries, and caramel praline filled your senses and fluttered around you, clinging to your neck and shoulders. "There, now you look much better, my little potato." The blonde spoke, looking at you with pride. "Picture perfect, as per usual." You replied, winking at Vil's reflection, the actor's smile rising again as you injected that sweet, diamond in the rough personality into him once more. Honestly, at this point, Vil could be utterly addicted to you, if only you hadn't had so many undesirables thinking they could hold a candle to him. "But of course, spudling, you must look perfect if you are ever to be hanging on my arm." Vil said proudly, earning a surprised gaze from you. "Hanging on your arm? What do you mean by that?" "Oh, don't worry your little head over it, potato. Simply a phrase I use here and there." Vil hummed, waving off your concerns. Internally, however, he was screaming, crying and shaking in humiliation at uttering such a slip up. "Uhm...okay?" You spoke, giving the blonde a strange look. "So, anyways, I had a question for you." "Is that so? Well, I suppose I could spare you more of my time, though I do hope you'll make it quick." "Yeah, yeah, I know you're busy." You laughed before you felt your nerves kick in.

Was this really your best idea? No. Were at all confident? Fuck no. Were you still gonna go through with it? Duh, Ace bet you fifty madol, that's good money and you were poor. "I was actually wondering if you'd like to, maybe go on a date with me?"

Cue record scratch. Vil was looking at you like you had grown two heads on either shoulder; his pupils constricted, hand up at his chest like you just shot him, and an utter look of abhorrence written on his features. You weren't winning this bet, and you were currently cussing out Ace in a way that'd make sailors all over the globe blush at your word choices in your head. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" You reiterated, nervously looking to the side before you heard Vil let out a huff. Refocusing on him, you see the gloriously beautiful man frowning at you, his hands on his hips. "Really? That's how you decide to ask me out, prefect?" He asked indignantly. "Uh, yeah? How else are you supposed to ask the most attractive guy on campus out?" You replied, folding your arms over your chest, mirroring Vil's energy. He scoffed at your bratty behavior.

"Prefect, surely you understand the issue here?" "No. Please, enlighten this poor, unkempt potato, your majesty." "It wasn't that you asked me out, but how." Vil stated, acting as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "You come in, only baring a hideously messy hairstyle and your charms, nothing to really entice; no flowers, no sweets, not even a love letter! Really, prefect, what were you expecting, putting so little effort into anything?" "I don't know! I was expecting you to laugh and brush it off like other people asking you out!" You exclaimed, now feeling thoroughly wrung out. That tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and all those shitty romcoms Cater and Malleus had gifted you actually sound pretty good right now: all you wanted to do was hide and not come out. "Oh please, I usually verbally lacerate those potatoes, you're quite lucky I'm even considering taking you up on such an offer." Vil huffed, looking down at you with his head held high. "Wait, did you just-" "I'll gladly go out with you, darling, however, I shall be treating you since I know that furry little racoon you live with eats through your funds. I'll be choosing where we go to eat, our outfits and the like." Vil explained, folding his arms and closing his eyes. If you squinted, you could see the lightest of pinks appearing on his cheeks. "I'll simply message you all the details, my dear, you need not worry over such matters. Am I clear?" "You're actually gonna go out with me?!" You exclaimed, looking at Vil with wide eyes, your jaw slack, Vil opening his eyes and pressing two fingers under your chin to close your mouth. "But, of course, darling. This is a gem of an opportunity, and with a few touch ups, you'll be as beautiful as a lotus blossom." Vil said, his voice holding a certain warmth you don't ever recall him using with you. "Although, it will be a few weeks until we can actually go out, but I'll make sure to dedicate the entire night to you when the time comes." "I...uh...w-wow, I didn't- Gosh, this was just- You don't really-" "Hush, spudling. I'll take care of everything, you go on back to your little friends now if that's all you needed of me." Vil cooed, trailing his fingers along your hairline and tucking a stray lock behind your ear. You didn't know how to respond, any of your usual remarks having died on your tongue as you nodded dumbly, allowing Vil to guide you out of Pomefiore with a soft hand on the small of your back. By the time you came back from your little daydream land, you were sat in Ace and Deuce's shared room with the rest of your friends, Grim purring on your lap while you ran your fingers along the grain of his fur.

"So, prefect, where's the fifty ya owe me now?" Ace asked teasingly, earning a punch in the shoulder from Deuce. "Don't say things like that Ace, the prefect's been silent since they got back! They could be dealing with heartbreak!" The dark haired first year said angrily, trying to defend your honor, the sweetheart. "I'm not sure that's the face of someone who's heartbroken, guys." Epel chimed in, looking at your flushed complexion. "Wait...so...I'm not dreaming right now?" You finally spoke, looking around at your fellow first years. "No? What gave you that indication, prefect?" Jack asked, his ears flicking as he tilted his head in confusion at you. "I actually got a date with Vil. He said he'd take care of the setting up everything and then text me the details." "What?! Bullshit, no way he'd do that, you know how far up his own ass he is!" Ace exclaimed. "Language, human! Such vulgarities are-" "Shut up, Sebek, bitch is spillin' tea!" Epel barked, his country accent slipping out as he looked at you, cutting the Diasomnia student off. You sighed, and patted Sebek on the shoulder as you got to your feet, Grim cradled in your arm. "It's fine, Sebek, didn't expect the idiots to believe me, anyways." "I believe it, Vil's nuts over you." Epel said, Jack humming in agreement. "He often stares at you when we're at lunch, I've caught him scowling too." Jack hummed, folding his arms. "He seemed rather happy when Ace and Grim ran off Kastor." "I was ready to pummel that guy, he practically drooled over the prefect..." Deuce sighed, shaking his head. "Wayne's chill, but super not my type." You said, wrinkling your nose. "Yeah, ya like pretty boys." Ace snicked, earning an backhanded slap from Sebek. "Silence. Why do any of you care about the prefects romantic life?" The half fae asked. "Because life's boring and tea is tea." Epel replied, earning an eyeroll from everyone. "Alright, ladies, that's enough gossip, y'all lost your tea privileges. Except for Sebek and Jack, they were good to me." You spoke, earning shocked and betrayed expression from Ace, Deuce and Epel. "What the fuck, we share a club, dude!" Epel whined. "I'm not an official member, lack of magic, so I can't quite play Magift like you guys. Besides, I visit everyone else." "They're actually quite good with the hurdles and long jumps in track and field." Deuce said, perking up slightly. "And they're half decent at basketball, great distraction for Floyd." Ace snickered, earning a glare. "And you whine about me not showing up enough." You sighed, starting towards the door. "Well, Grim and I have to be on our way, gotta study, or in Grim's case, stuff his face with tuna." "Hey, I don't always eat!" Your monster friend barked. "You're literally the reason why we're almost always broke, you're lucky that I know how to cook and grow shit to eat." You huffed as you walk down the hallway of Heartslabyul. Ace turned to Epel, grinning. "So, you got any details?" The readhead asked, earning a groan from the country kid. "I ain't sayin' shit, I like being alive." "Aw, come on!" ==============================================

A few hours had passed since you had left your gossip hungry friends to starve. Head buried in your textbook, you raked your eyes over words your brain simply refused to absorb, the words seemingly blending together after two straight hours of studying with no breaks. A groan tumbled from your throat as you marked your page and closed the book, slamming your head on the desk, the seedling for another migraine being planted. Another groan of annoyance sounded as your phone chimed. Slapping your hand on the device, you checked the messages and allowed a tired smile to come to your face. Vil had apparently arranged for a simple, or what he had deemed as simple, spa date in the Afterglow Savannah. You didn't quite know how to feel about so much cash being dumped on you, but you supposed you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. You messaged a confirmation, and then got back to work, now simply left to wait for the date to come forth and shower you with the spoils of your gall. Vil, on the other hand, felt like he had landed the best role in his entire career! It wasn't exactly everyday that he got to impress his precious potato with his prowess as a potential lover, and ever since he saw Kastor trying to worm his way onto your heart, he's been hungry for an opportunity to present itself. How ironic that it'd be you gifting such a thing to his heart. All Vil had to do now is ensure that this date will destroy any possibilities for any competing suitor by decimating them purely through his own charms and romantic repertoire. Simple, non? Vil felt his confidence skyrocket when you asked him out, the blonde relishing in how your eyes were only on him during the moment, even if your method was a bit bland, but it didn't matter because it was still all you. He couldn't deny that you asking him on a date was what he had been dreaming of for more than the past two weeks, so this was simply golden. The only annoying thing was that Vil now had to deal with the giddiness that would be wracking his bones for the next three weeks, given all the photoshoots his agent had lined up for him. "Damn Bernard, why must he always make things so perfectly lined up in the worst ways possible?" Vil huffed to himself as he looked through his schedule, his eyes staring longingly at the date of yours and his romantic spa day. However, all of this only steeled his resolve. He was going to push through anything and everything to make you his, as was the natural tenacity of a Pomefiore dorm member. Vil Schoenheit had picked his poison, and he was going to down the vial and take whatever consequences that followed, for his heart demanded such a sacrifice for his star.

[arisunakayama]

Oh! I’ve seen this on another blog and I thought it would be interesting to your take on it. Tricky the Clown x Mime Reader. You know the whole ‘clowns and mimes are opposites of each other’ trope/thing? Well opposites attract!

Mime Reader having the ability to make their actions they mimed into reality? Would go well with a certain reality wrapping clown.

Plus the thought of mime reader catching Tricky with ‘rope’ and Tricky being confused is amusing.

Tricky X Mime!Reader

First off, anyone who’s seen you has either thought you were odd, interesting or scary.

And it only amplified when you were able to mime the actions into reality.

Oh there wasn’t a wall here before. Well there is one now— wait don’t run! You’re going to hit—… ouch…

It freaked everyone out honestly, thinking that you were just like the clown himself with the Improbability Drive only to find out that

You didn’t have an Improbability Drive

You couldn’t care less about the so called clown everyone has been mentioning

You genuinely do want to impress and don’t really mean any harm to the rest of the grunts.

It honestly threw everyone off a little, but nonetheless a lot of grunts were very relieved and thankful that someone like you had no intention of killing unless necessary.

You’ve done it before as self defense

*insert goofy meme as you hand sign it* “I’ll fucking do it again.”

But apparently Tricky had caught wind of your existence

At first, he was only focused on that fact that you were a mime. Not speaking and only doing little every daily movements while amusing the little crowd around you.

But due to the incessant urge to kill everything just for fun, he did try to kill you and that crowd by lunging at you full speed with a loud scratchy laugh

While the crowd screamed and scrambled to get away, you shook your head no, telling him to stop after making it look like you were placing your hands on a thick glass wall.

And fortunately for you there was one. But very unfortunate for Tricky as he smashed his face straight into the invisible glass wall

He looked up at you in confusion, well more or less what he had just hit to see that nothing was there

It pissed him off a little not gonna lie. But at the same time he was amused.

Tricky ended up trying to kill a random grunt that ended up being frozen in fear only to be stopped by an invisible tug while his hands and arms were stuck to his side.

It felt like rope had just wrapped around him

Well that’s because there was one. An invisible one with you being the one who threw the damn thing at him to stop him from killing that poor grunt.

Tricky just sat there with pure confusion on his face.

Literally he’s that meme of the woman looking confused with the math formulas all around her.

He does through a hissy fit once he comes back to reality. Struggling against the invisible ropes while you shook your head at him.

The red static filled your vision with the red letters saying “CHEATER!!!”

You look at him with confusion only to sign to him “I didn’t cheat, I’ve always had this sort of power. If anything you’re the one cheating because you have the Improb Drive.”

The crowd that was watching you ends up coming back, watching the interaction between the two of you.

Amused by the bickering of two performers that argued like children.

But after a while, after the incident, Tricky did end up growing attached to you. Amused at your tricks and antics

There was a time the two of you did mess with Hank and the other two.

The confusion and shock on their face when they didn’t know what was happening when you messed around with them

“Where the fuck did this wall come from?!”

“AYE Why can’t I move?!!”

“Hey guys!! A little fucking help?? I can’t get down from whatever I’m hanging from!!”

Nonetheless the three of them LOATHED you while Tricky loved you for making him laugh so hard.

You’re BFFs now, there’s no escaping from clown

[twst-drabbles]

Floyd 5

Summary: Floyd’s trying to play tug-of-war with you. Given his tiny size, he does not win, but boy does he try.

(So my sleeping schedule is slowly fixing itself weirdly enough, but because I only sleep 6 hours at most, I keep waking up at 5 or 6 in the morning. And the thing is I write mainly at night, but now I get so damn sleepy at night that I can’t write sooooo. Yeah this’ll be an adjustment.)

Jack and his usual games had you thinking of a new way to play with Floyd. The energetic little moray has been bothering Jade and Azul when they’re sleeping, so you needed a way to get that energy out.

You ended up buying a pretty sturdy rope, smooth enough to not chafe his skin but strong enough so he won’t chew through the thing. His chompers are strong. The bite marks in your arms and hands are a testament to that.

While you’re not exactly surprised, the speed at which Floyd latched onto that rope still had you raising an eyebrow. He pulled it down with a smile, thinking it was some sort of gift probably, but you held on and pulled back.

A squeak bubbled out of his lips, wide eyes staring at you curiously before you can see them shift in annoyance. He shook the rope in his mouth, tugging back down, telling you to let go. You slackened your grip, just enough to have Floyd get to the bottom of the tank before you pulled once more.

His tail slapped the water right onto your chest. Floyd even popped his head out of the water to growl and cheep at you. He really thinks he’s being threatening, how adorable.

You pulled the rope right out of the water. Floyd descended into useless flapping and angry chirps as he continued to cling to the rope. His little arms waved, trying to swing himself but only succeeded in making himself a swinging pendulum.

Eventually he stopped, his jaw still clamped, but now just hanging and slowly turning around. His eyes glared right at you.

You snorted, “You really don’t like this game all that much huh?”

Somehow, Floyd managed to splutter, weakly swinging at you. You dipped him back into the water.

“Fine, fine, game’s over I guess.” You went to grab his face and gently coax his jaws to relax, but you pulled back at Floyd’s grin. He dove down, the rope in your slack grip almost sliding out, but your instincts were too fine tuned for Floyd’s antics at this point.

The sudden tightening of the rope snapped straight, bouncing Floyd right back from his path to his cave. The rope finally popped out of his mouth and you pulled it up before he could latch onto it again.

Floyd had his mouth open agape, beady eyes blinking in disbelief before being replaced with a toothy frown.

You couldn’t help but tease. “I win, little moray.”

[cosmic-kinglet]

Alright, I have more of semi-cured Ruin and Eclipse! Just a heads-up: while this scenario aligns with the canon-adjacent story I've been putting together, it really isn't meant to be part of that story. Think of this more as a potential bad ending for Eclipse.

Also, this little but of writing is incredibly self-indulgent and crafted entirely for myself. So, if you begin reading this and find it's not something you want to keep reading, that is completely fine.

It had been just over a month since his so-called 'partnership' with Ruin had officially begun, and Eclipse was nearing the end of his rope. There was nothing he hated more than being beneath someone else and ordered around. Even though he and Ruin shared a similar goal, Eclipse was beginning to think that goal might not be worth being someone else's errand boy. It was bad enough that he was forced to work with Moon and the goody-two-shoes version of himself. He decided it was time to give Ruin a piece of his mind.

     Eclipse found Ruin out in the West Arcade. Crap. Ruin might not be the one out right now. Before he could decide what to do, he was spotted.

     "Eclipse?" called out a timid voice.

     Great. Eclipse turned to walk away, knowing bringing up his grievances right now would do more harm than good. He was chased by that same soft voice.

     "Eclipse, wait! What are you doing here?"

     Eclipse continued trying to leave, but he soon felt a hand on his shoulder.

     "Eclipse. Please wait."

     A groan escaped his voice box, and Eclipse turned toward Ruin Eclipse.

     "You-you seemed lost." Ruin Eclipse began, "Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you looking for someone? I think Moon is in his room, and Solar is in the theater-"

     "I don't care where those idiots are." Eclipse sighed. "I was looking for someone, but they don't seem to be here. So," his tone became bitter, "if you don't mind, I'll be going back to my holding cell."

     As Eclipse once again started to walk away, Ruin Eclipse called out after him, "Are you quite sure there's nothing I can do?"

     "Believe me. There's nothing I want from you!" Eclipse growled.

     With that, a saddened Ruin Eclipse was left standing in the arcade, and Eclipse just hoped that the one he actually wanted to speak with would emerge soon.

     Several hours passed, and Eclipse was in the middle of charging. Things had been calm enough, but then he felt a pair of eyes burning into him. Suddenly alert, his eyes snapped open to reveal heterochromic eyes locked onto his own. Despite himself, Eclipse felt a jolt of surprise run through his body.

     The animatronic in front of him chuckled. "Oh dear! Did I frighten you, dear Eclipse?"

     Upon finding his metaphorical breath again, Eclipse groaned. "Ruin. Why am I even surprised to find you hovering over me as I recharge?"

     "Ah! Well, see, I seem to have some inkling that you wished to speak with me earlier." Ruin somehow leaned in even closer to Eclipse. "Did you miss me that much?"

     Eclipse scoffed, "You wish. No. Actually, I had something important to discuss with you.

     "Oh?" Ruin stood to his full height. "And what might that be? Go on! I'm all ears." Ruin's tone darkened as he spoke. Eclipse knew Ruin well enough at this point to know that Ruin could tell Eclipse was not content with something.

     "I know we have similar goals, and I have very little choice but to work with you, but I'm sick of being number two." Eclipse, despite still being connected to an outlet, took a step toward Ruin. "I don't like being ordered around, and I'm getting fed up with all of your stupid antics. Your theatrics, your games; I've had enough of it! I'm working with Moon because I have a bomb in my head! But you...I have nothing that's forcing me to work with you, let alone for you.

     There was silence. Then laughter.

     Ruin laughed harder than Eclipse had ever heard him laugh before. It was horrifying.

     He carried on laughing as he spoke, "You really believe that nothing of the sort exists?! That I thought you would just willingly work for me?!" More laughter followed.

     Eclipse was trembling. What did he mean? What did Ruin put in him?

     When Ruin finally composed himself, he opened the panel on his arm and pressed a button. Within seconds, a barrage of colors overlayed Eclipse's vision. He could still see Ruin standing in front of him, but the flashing colors were already overwhelming his mind. He attempted to close his eyes, but the colors were still there. He couldn't escape.

     "You see," Ruin spoke, his voice seeming to echo inside Eclipse's head, "I knew you wouldn't be complacent to do things for me forever. Being quite honest, I didn't think you'd go along with it for even this long. So, some time ago, I slipped a little something into your systems." Eclipse watched as Ruin approached, still tinted by the strobing colors, and placed a hand on the side of Eclipse's faceplate. "Oh, don't worry," Ruin cooed, "it's just a little protocol to make you less resistant."

     Just as Ruin said this, Eclipse began to feel impulses coursing through his body. Despite how afraid he was, these impulses caused his gears to halt. His limbs began to feel numb. His head seemed to fill with a fuzzy haze, both from the relaxing impulses and from the onslaught of colors. The colors were too much to focus on anything else. Only the colors. Only the colors and Ruin. Body relaxing. The colors and Ruin. The colors and Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin.

     Ruin watched Eclipse fall victim to his hypnotic plan B. Eclipse's body began to sway as it relaxed. His pupils were flickering. He was nearly gone.

     "Oh~, look at you," Ruin began, still holding a hand on Eclipse's faceplate, "you didn't last long at all." He began stroking the back of Eclipse's head, trying to increase the intensity of the impulses. "Soon enough, my friend, you will do anything I tell you to do."

     Eclipse could feel his consciousness fading. All that was left were the colors and Ruin. He would listen to Ruin. He had to listen to Ruin. He wanted to listen to Ruin. Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Obey Ruin.

     Eclipse was all but powered off. He had fallen into Ruin's arms. His pupil LEDs were off. Ruin gazed at the limp animatronic and laughed to himself again.

     When Eclipse powered back on, the impulses were still running all throughout his body, but the colors had become a slow spiral, swirling endlessly. And just behind the spiral was Ruin.

     "Eclipse," Ruin spoke with a firm tone, "do you register my voice?"

     "Yes, Ruin." The words left Eclipse's voice box without a single thought.

     "Who do you listen to?"

     "You, Ruin."

     "Who do you obey?"

     "You, Ruin."

     Ruin's plastered grin made its way into his voice, "Wonderful."

[hueningchu]

Please help me out…

Genre: Smut, Established relationship 🐇

Parings: Sub!Soobin x Dom!Reader 🐇

Warnings: Smut (phone sex?), Sexting, Hella degradation, Could be considered exhibitionism, Mentions of a tit job but it doesn’t actually happen

Summary: Work is boring and it’s even worse when you have nothing to do during the work shift. To your surprise, You receive a text from your boyfriend. It’s just him and his nasty antics. He decided to rope you into his lewd actions. Honestly…It’s a bit exciting.

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It was a very boring and slow day at work because it was Sunday. Your least busiest day out of the week. You worked as a receptionist at a fancy hotel. Your boyfriend, Soobin loved your job because it meant he had access to all the fancy mini shampoos he wanted. Speaking of your boyfriend, You had gotten reminded of him when you seen a text message flash on your screen.

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Soobin: Hey baby! Are you busy right now?

Y/n: No..actually the opposite. We are really slow right now.

Soobin: That's good to hear

Y/n: Yeah, It means I'll be home sooner.

Soobin: How much sooner??

Soobin: I really really miss you..

Y/n: I know but I'm only here for another four hours. Maybe they will let me leave earlier if we stay slow.

Soobin: Can I tell you a secret?

Y/n: You keep secrets from me??

Soobin: ...

Soobin: Im trying to be mysterious babe..I was gonna say I'm feeling sexy right now.

Y/n: By "sexy" you mean??

Soobin: Horny.. :|

Y/n: Oh I thought so

Y/n: Well you are gonna have to wait until I get home, sorry.

Soobin: OR...You could send me a picture or something.

Y/n: Soobin, I'm at work!

Soobin: You could go to the restroom and send me a pic! Please honey I'm so excited I can't wait until you get home.

Y/n: You are so dirty. You don't have any other nude pictures of me you could use?

Soobin: I do but I want a new one. I wanna see you in your work outfit.

Soobin: I'm imagining you in your tight little uniform, playing with your tits in front of the camera for me.

Y/n: Stop it! I don't like texting about this kind of  stuff while I'm at work.

Soobin: Why? Are you getting horny too?

Soobin: I bet you are. Aren't you?

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At this point you just closed the chat with him and refused to text him back or read any incoming text. You tried to focus on work but there was nothing to really do but clean. So you just kept cleaning the same spots in your desk area over and over again until it got tedious. Just then you heard your phone vibrate and flipped it over to see Soobin calling you again. After a few more rings, you decided to pick up. "Hello.."

"Y/n.." He whined. "Why aren't you answering my text?"

"Because your text are inappropriate for a work setting. Why can't you just wait until I get home? It's not that hard."

"It is that hard baby. I'm so hard it hurts. You should help me out with that."

"You can jerk off without me being present. I have caught you doing it multiple times before."

"What if I were doing it right now? Would you stay on the phone and listen to me milk my big cock for you?"

Soobin was always so vulgar whenever he got horny and you would like to say that it was a turn off but truthfully his dirty talk turned you on so much. "You better not be touching yourself, Soobin. If you are then I'm not doing anything to you when I get home. I'll go straight to sleep and not get you off at all."

"But I'm too hard to wait. I already told you this so why are you being so stubborn?”

"And I already told you no. You're lucky I haven't hung up on you."

He groaned and you heard the bed shift on the other side of the phone. " I could just keep jerking myself off. You can't really stop me." He started to get frustrated at you but only cause he just wanted to cum and have you help him.

You stayed quiet for a bit while thinking about it. Should you help him or should you just hang up and leave it to himself. Ultimately you settled on helping him now but decided to punish him later. "Fine. I'll help you now but don't expect anything when I get home."

Soobin smiled and licked his lips. "That's okay, We can just cuddle later but right now I want you to be my dirty girl."

You scoffed at his words. “I’m not your dirty girl. I’m the the one helping you out so you are my dirty boy. I’m the one in control here.”

"Yes ma'am."

"I'll be right back." You put your phone down by your side and asked your coworker to cover the front for you while you went to the restroom. When you were safe and alone in the stall you pulled your screen back up and hit the FaceTime button under Soobin's name on your phone. "Answer the FaceTime so we can get this over with." Without having to tell him twice, Soobin answer the FaceTime call and immediately you were met with his red cock. "God Soobin. You are so shameless, You know that?"

He whined and you could hear his breath slightly hitch. "Say that again but this time make it meaner. Try to hurt my feelings."

"No seriously. You are so pathetic..You couldn't even wait three or four hours? You just had to be a selfish pervert and get off right now?"

"Y-yes.." You could hear the suppression in his voice as he tried to answer you back.

"What's even worse is that you dragged your girlfriend into it and disrupted me while at work."

“I’m sorry, honey.”

"You say you're sorry but here you are sitting at home still jerking your filthy dick."

God your dirty talk was sending Soobin over the edge. He loved when he pretended to be your pitiful little pervert. When you scolded him so harshly it made his dick pang with desire. He had been waiting all day for some type of release so it only took a few words of humiliation to make him cum but before he got to that point you made sure you stuck to your promise. “Look at my tits and cum. You better hurry so I can get back to work.”

When you commanded him to cum Soobin sped up his hand and moved quicker. So quick that you could hear the wet sounds of his precum going over his member. When he looked down at the phone he was met with your large (or small) tits filling the screen. When you pushed them together and played with them in front of the camera for him, Soobin let out a heavy breath and bit his bottom lip. “Can you squeeze your nipples for me?”

You rolled your eyes before doing what he asked and started to squeeze and tug at your hardened nipples. “I bet you can imagine how good it would feel to get a tit job from me. I just thought about it and we have never done that before but I think it would be fun. If only you just waited like a good boy then you would have probably gotten one of those tonight.”

“That’s not nice..”

“Who said I cared about being nice? You’re the one who told me to be mean to you and make you cry. Now you wanna change your mind and wail about how rude I am?”

“Ah..It’s coming.” Soobin whispered into the phone. You weren’t sure why he was whispering but he sounded adorable so you didn’t mind.

“Then cum, baby. I’ve been waiting for you to do so.” When Soobin finally burst and came into his hand he kept muttering something about how he loves you and you just chuckled and shook your head up and down. “I love you too but I need to get back to work now. I’ll see you when I get home, sweetheart.” You waved bye and hung up. You sighed at the fact you could enjoy the rest of your shift without your boyfriend distributing you. What you did not like was the fact that you had to finish your shift with soaked panties and pretend not to be dripping down your leg.

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(None of the gifs or edits I use are mine unless stated otherwise.)

[drabblesandimagines]

Untitled

Some dark themes here: Yandere, kidnapping, non-consensual bondage

Inspired by Redacted ASMR Yandere Boy Ivan, especially the episode where you try to escape. This can be read as a sort of prequel to that, if you fancy.

Word count: 1890

Pairings: Ivan x his baby (on his side, really...)

“They’re too tight and they hurt,” you winced, trying your hardest to put on an Oscar-winning performance. “I didn’t sleep at all last night because they rubbed, even when I didn’t move.”

Liar. You’d deliberately twisted and pulled against the red ropes all night, in every direction, trying to bring up abrasions to corroborate your story. You’d even focused primarily on one more than the other – it would’ve been too suspicious if each were in the same state. In fact, if a rope had come loose in all your antics it probably would’ve been a miracle. Every time you’d suggested they were too tight since your captivity had begun, Ivan had firmly told you – but softly, always in that gentle voice you’d use with a toddler -  he’d never seen any sign of irritation or injury and any discomfort was only brought on by yourself when you struggled.

“Oh, baby,” he said softly. “Are you… are you sure you aren’t tugging at them? They really shouldn’t be hurting you. Here…” he got up from his chair and your stomach churned as he straddled you, his knees either side of your torso as he leant down. The man had any excuse to straddle you. He’d said it was an easier angle to check your bindings but there was nothing stopping him from walking around the bed to do that. He’d already given away his hand your first day in captivity when he’d spoke of how cute you looked under him.

“Let’s see…” he mused, taking hold of your left wrist and gently moving the rope down to inspect the skin beneath. “Oh… I guess that one does look a bit irritated, baby.”

He moved over to your other wrist and sucked in air between his teeth as he examined - you must’ve done a thorough job on that one. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that happened. I… I always make sure to leave some room to avoid this. Maybe I didn’t check thoroughly enough last night when I re-did them?” He pondered, more to himself than anything. He finally got off you, allowing you to exhale a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding.

“Are your ankles okay?” He turned his attention to your legs, but you knew he’d find nothing there - you’d solely concentrated on irritating your wrists through the night.  

“Hm. No, all fine there. I guess I must’ve tied them too tight around your wrists, baby, otherwise if you were struggling again you’d have irritated those too.”

“Can… Can you loosen them, please? Just the wrists, if it makes you feel better. It’s really sore. I just want to get some sleep.”

“Oh, of course, sweetheart. You must be so tired. Let me just go get some medical supplies first. I don’t want them being irritated any more.” He got up from his chair and looked truly remorseful before he left the room.

Phase one seemed to be going well.

Five or ten minutes later – it was hard to truly tell without a clock in the room - Ivan reappeared with a first aid box, which he laid down on the bed and you heard him unclip the case and remove a few items.

“Okay, baby, let’s take a proper look.” He first untied your right wrist before dabbing at it with antiseptic. It stung and made you hiss, for which he murmured several sincere-sounding apologies. It was the first time you’d been able to see what you’d achieved – something akin to rope burn, you guessed. After that, he rubbed some antiseptic cream on before wrapping some sort of sticky bandage around.

You thought for a moment that he might untie your other wrist and allow a brief moment of freedom of both – especially since your ankles were still tied – but he soon set to work knotting the red rope back around. Thankfully, you could immediately tell it felt looser than it had ever been, which definitely gave you something to work with.

“Does that feel okay?” He checked, tugging it lightly to make sure it didn’t pull on your bandage nor slip easily over your hand.

“Much. Thank you, Ivan.” You smiled, though the words made you feel nauseous.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby. I promised you I wouldn’t but I have. I’m so sorry. I’ve always been so good at keeping my promises.” He got up and walked over to the other side of the bed to see to your other wrist - you bit your tongue in frustration at the action.

After quietly repeating the same process, he knotted the rope back around your wrist and gathered up his supplies.

“There, hopefully that will help. Do you want to rest now, baby?”

You nodded - you wanted him out of the room as soon as possible. You were desperate to move onto phase two. He kissed you on the forehead – another firm bite down on your tongue for that one – before he wished you sweet dreams and exited the room, locking the door as he went.

Your heart pounded for a while as you waited – suspicious that he could be aware something was up and storm back into the room. When you deemed it safe – you thought it must’ve been a few minutes - you moved your right wrist closer towards the metal bedframe and repetitively rubbed the rope up against the bar, moving it millimeter by millimeter up and over your hand. It was tedious work, all the more frustrating by the fact you couldn’t actually see quite how you were doing, but your efforts were vindicated when – fucking finally - you could feel the rope around your fingers and managed to free yourself out of its grip.

Your heart continued to pound, your hand now feeling sweaty – help or hinderance, you weren’t sure – as you turned and bit at the knot encircling your left wrist, loosening it enough to then unpick the knot with your freed right hand. You worked quickly with the knots around your ankles, helped by the fact that your both of your wrists were now free and cautiously swung your feet out of bed and onto the wooden floorboards, worried they might creak under your weight.

Giving yourself a moment to reacquaint with sitting upright – how long had it been? - you stood up and took a tentative step towards the window. Your heartbeat was in your ears now, the only sound you could hear for a moment or so. Two more cautious steps brought you up to the window. This was it – phase three.

You lifted up the handle but were met with resistance of a lock. Fuck. Of course there would be. He locked the room every time he left when you were restrained to the bed, of course he’d lock the windows too. You jerked the handle a couple of times, trying to gage its strength. The window and lock itself seemed old and you hoped with enough brute effort you’d be able to crack it open. Truth be told, you hardly had upper body strength on a good day but hopefully adrenaline would see you through.

You jerked the handle up and now, hearing the frame creak as you exerted pressure down upon it. It sounded loud, but was it really loud or just loud in your head? There was no time to stop and listen, though, so you increased the pace, hearing the wood splinter as you pulled it up and pushed it down faster and faster – maybe that was what you were now hearing, rather than thundering footsteps up the stairs.

The lock gave an almighty crack, as something mimicked the sound at the other side of the room. It could’ve been the door lock but you weren’t going to turn round - there was no time. Fuck, move! You jerked the window handle up free of its lock, and pushed the window open to its full width. In your planning stage, you thought you’d have more time to orientate yourself before you jumped but those were definitely footsteps behind you, so you braced your arms against both sides of the window frame to jump, with no further thought as to how high you were off the ground or what might be below. Your hands let go of the windowsill and there was a second of terror as you began to fall, when a strong arm encircled your waist and jerked you back. You thrashed, flinging your limbs everywhere in the hopes of getting out of his grip and desperately tried to reach out once more to the window sill. Ivan wrapped another arm around you and threw you back onto the cursed bed with such ferocity that you swear your body bounced off the mattress once before you landed. He quickly followed, straddling you as you continued to writhe underneath him, his eyes a-flame with anger. He grunted, pulling your left arm down and trapping it with his body weight.

He grabbed your right arm and started wrapping that red rope tightly around your wrist as you continued to struggle. You were so close! You were so fucking close…

“Stop it! Stop… Stop struggling.” He demanded as he succeeded in tethering your wrist back to the bedframe. You managed to pull your other arm free beneath his chest and whacked him on the back before he snatched it up and started looping the rope around and tears filled your vision.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, but if you don’t stop…” A pause as you attempted a jerk up to his balls, but all it resulted in was being tangled up in his legs “..fighting me you’re going to hurt yourself. Just let me…” He knotted the second restraint in place around your wrist and let out a sigh.

“There. Finally. Fuck!”

“They’re too tight”, you wept, genuinely, tears cascading down your cheeks. Already your fingers began to tingle with the lack of blood flow. You were seconds away from being free of him, of this room, of these fucking ropes.

“I don’t… I don’t care if they’re tight – that’s what you get.” He hissed, before turning and grabbing your ankle. You kicked your legs almost pathetically as he wrapped the cord around an ankle. “Maybe if you hadn’t have fought so hard I wouldn’t have had to tie those knots so fast.” He stomped around to the other side, grabbing your last free limb and tying it down methodically.

“I could’ve made sure they didn’t hurt. But we couldn’t do it that way. No. You… You had to try and leave.” He let out a shuddering breath as he tied the final knot. He then threw himself back on top of you, squeezing all the air out of your lungs and leaning down into your face.

“I should’ve known you were gonna try something. I already told you, I check your wrists all the time to make sure the ropes aren’t digging in. There weren’t any bruises, any abrasions until this morning but you told me they were tight and they hurt and I believed you. I knew they couldn’t possibly be hurting you but I believed you any way, so I loosened them and this is the fucking thanks I get!”

Continued in the audio...

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Efficiency Arc

Mario Goes To Italy

The first sign of trouble would be during a sponsor, when SMG4 goes quiet a couple of times and almost thinks too carefully about his words before going back to normal.

Mario Forgets He's Fat And Has To Lose Weight.. Again

Another sign of trouble. SMG4 seems really out of it, often zoning out of conversations and all that. But everyone else chalks it up to the effects of 'ITS GOTTA BE PERFECT' and all that.

Dead Meme Travel Service

Mario and Meggy, after accidentally releasing a bunch of dead memes from the Graveyard, are sent by SMG3 to go find them. But something seemed off about 3. He was muttering at times and almost seemed like a robot..

Mario's International

Mario gets roped into Interpol. Somehow. There's a few cutaways to SMG4 whenever Mario is in trouble and the Guardian.. isn't looking too hot. He keeps on 'zoning out'.

SMG4's Free Day

Everyone thinks that getting SMG4 out of the newly rebuilt castle may help him out. It does! Until the end of the episode, where for a second, we see his pupils flash to the arrows of his USB.

The Coding

The episode where everything goes to shit. We witness SMG4 get factory reset and beg Mario to find the USBs before being reset. Hoping that SMG3 is okay, Mario goes there with 4 in tow, only to see that 3 is now also factory reset. The episode is mostly Mario trying to reel the two of them in and not just go ham on everything that's a 'threat'.

Please Wake Up

The gang goes to SMG1 & and SMG2, desperate for answers. They're shocked to see that these two haven't been factory reset, and it's alluded to the fact that their USB might not have given the Coding (Singularity) any permission. The two SMGs tell them that their best bet is to find 3 and 4's USBs. Just as they do, the two of them being to wake from the factory reset. Singularity also strikes, taking the two Guardians and dragging them away.

War Of The Fat Italians 20XX

Basically the same until the challenges are done. SMG4 and SMG3 have been under the control of Singularity this whole time, and it's been speaking through them. Everyone is unaware of the fact that the USBs are watching. When time comes for the rap battle, it's Mario desperately trying to convince Singularity while the rest of the gang are focused on getting it's ass and getting 3 and 4. 3 and 4 would basically be arguing against anything said by Singularity. Mario sneaks off towards the end of the rap battle, leaving Luigi to take his place. All hope seems lost until an arrow designed to shut down coding like Singularity is suddenly shot into his chest, and the shooter is revealed to be Mario. The two USBs can be seen behind him, death staring at Singularity. But both seem.. a little mournful.

The episode ends with everyone reunited and happy, and Mario stubbornly refusing to leave SMG4 because of the stress scream.

New Hope Arc

The Picnic Friend

The episode where Lil Coding gets introduced! It can be seen following everyone through the tree and all that, and sometimes, there are even scenes that cut to them following. It kinda misleads the viewer into thinking it's a threat, when in reality it's just a code kitty wanting to be friends :D

Mario Goes To The Pharmacy

Everyone's come down with a bad cold except for Mario, and now he has to go get them medicine. Though he.. doesn't exactly know how and isn't the most reliable. While he's away, Lil Coding is earning everyone's trust by caring for them while Mario's away.

The Motorboat Race

By some ungodly means, Mario has gotten himself roped into a motorboat race. Problem is, he doesn't have one. So what does he do? Asks Lil Coding to help him get one, roping the little one into his antics. It goes as well as you expect.

Lil Coding's Cooking Show

When Lil Coding decides to make breakfast in bed for SMG4! It spirals out of control when Mario decides to join in and make the best breakfast for his best friend! The kitchen becomes a huge mess, but they end up making SMG4 a nice breakfast, so that's what matters.

The Rainy Day

It's raining out in the Mushroom Kingdom, and it's actually not too bad! Heavy enough to make puddles but light enough to warrent people going out with umbrellas and raincoats. Mario decides to take Lil Coding out, and after doing some heavy convincing, he ropes SMG3, SMG4, and Meggy into it.

Mario Tries To Get Rid of Nightmares

SMG4 has been having some pretty bad nightmares ever since the incident with Singularity. Mario, with Meggy, Bob, and Fishy Boopkins, decide to figure out ways to help him. Meanwhile, Lil Coding realizes all he needs is some platonic TLC.

The Bet

Despite it sounding serious, it's just Mario making a bet with SMG4 that he can go a whole day without messing a single thing up. Lil Coding is bribed by both SMG4 and Mario with grapes to help them out. Ultimately, SMG3 shows up and bribes Lil Coding with enough grapes to backstab both of them. The betrayal,,,

Double Mario?

One of E.Gadds' inventions accidentally spilts Mario into two; his old, smart self and his new, stupid self. The whole episode is the team trying to wrangle them up so they can be fused back together. Lil Coding is present, but doesn't have much of a speaking role.

SMG4 Gets Bitches?!

Episode where Lil Coding decides that SMG4 is its dad! Mario happens to overhear this conversation but doesn't realize it's Lil Coding. Leading to many, many hilarious misunderstandings.

Two Idiots Need To Train More

SMG4 and SMG3 both realize that they really need to train their abilities more, but SMG1 and SMG2 aren't available at the moment. (Foreshadowing for the beginning of The Burden Arc). So, it's decided that Lil Coding will help them! Despite being a kid in every way, the coding does a good job! But of course, Mario is being himself and they have to deal with him.

The Burden Arc

Wikihow: Can Codes Have Nightmares?

Everyone suspects that Lil Coding is having nightmares, as it's getting less and less sleep. From its perspective, we can see the eyes, similar to the ones from 'ITS GOTTA BE PERFECT', watching it always. The resolution to this episode doesn't happen as the eyes pressure Lil Coding into not saying anything.

How To Get Info From A USB

It's a very lore heavy episode. It focuses on SMG3 and SMG4, along with a bit of Lil Coding, as they got to the USBs to find out more about their origins. The USBs explain all that they can to them, being completely honest in the fact that it was partially their fault for the Efficiency Arc. Relations become slightly strained before being repaired

Mirror Mystery

The giant mirror has been completely shattered, and SMG4 is starting to suspect that Lil Coding might be involved because of how nervous it's acting. Many shenanigans later, we see from Lil Codimg's perspective of Mirror, its stone statue self. Its freak out makes 4 realize something isn't right, and he does his best to talk to it. Despite it not being able to tell him, it manages to promise it will at some point.

The Foe Show 20XX!

SMG4, SMG3, and some of the others are kidnapped and forced to watch, in real time, holograms of their past enemies fighting Lil Code. The power Lil Coding has is shown here, but we also see the first signs of trouble; Lil Coding overheating and struggling to stay awake after all the fighting.

A Normal Game Of Uno

You know the drill, this is anything but normal. As the gang plays, however, Lil Coding seems to get progressively more.. out of it. Not dazed but finding it hard to concentrate due to their body aching, for some strange reason. When they excuse themselve to nap, we see ominous foreshadowing of the upcoming horrors as Lil Coding's shadow shows Singularity's eyes before vanishing.

The Day It Returned.

Lil Coding is sick, and no one knows it, but it's Singularity's code trying to find a way out while abiding by the rules. Unfortunately, Mario says the command 'burst' unknowingly, causing Lil Coding to release Singularity from its body. It's coding forces itself into emergency shutdown, and everyone is forced to flee to the USBs. There, they come up with their plan to hide where they first fought it before heading back to the USBs.

Google, How Do You Hide From A Villianous Code?

Montage of the gang hiding underground, having multiple close calls with Singularity, and Lil Coding gradually getting better. Lil Coding learns of what happened during the Efficiency Arc and becomes more resolved to not let history repeat. Once the two weeks are up, they leave their underground base and head to the USBs. There, it's revealed that killing Singularity would kill Lil Coding, as Singularity purposely linked them together. The episode ends here.

Mario Tries Coding

Everyone, obviously not wanting Lil Coding to die, does their best to come up with different ways to take down Singularity. Mario tries his hand at coding a new arrow that would harm Singularity but not Lil Coding. Admist this all, Lil Coding sneaks out. This is only realized towards the end, when SMG4 is looking for it and everyone comes to the horrible realization it managed to sneak out.

The Burden You Must Bear

It's a movie episode instead of a WOTFI. Focuses on the gang trying to stop Lil Coding from sacrificing itself while Lil Coding becomes more and more resolved to do so. This all culminates at the climax. Lil Coding manages to hold everyone in place with its coding and is tearfully thanking them for everything they've done, for accepting it into their family, for being nothing but kind, and for giving it the best life it could ever ask for. It antagonizes Singularity into grabbing it before overloading its code, destroying Singularity and turning itself to stone.

I didn't really like the idea of SMG4 mentally breaking from this, so I decided to change it to him being in denail for a while before accepting that it's gone. On the day he accepts this, the stone statue cracks and breaks, revealing Lil Coding inside of it, with all of its memories intact. The end. :)

[sharlmbracta]

when you think about it plankton's screams of "i went to college!!" is so so real and depressing

-as well as the overzealous quirky gogetter demeanor of spongebob who is manipulated into overwork and underpay by mr krabs also catering to his over-perfectionism in his job but like a mask and when the underneath comes overboard it often rather spills out as unwanted obnoxiousness trying to get it together but he can't he knows it (it's himself) he knows it better than anyone else *because* it's himself and there's always the underlying anxiousness / he tell no one ofc but every day he's so, so grateful that no one talks down to him talking pretty as if he needs to be talked down like a child and instead very much treats him like a normal being a normal person and every time he fears himself slip up he covers himself more with face maybe faux of positivity / everyone except for

squidward and mrs puff (more intially than later on, some days it's better than others) no he doesn't blame them (he does never) but he's afraid every time and it feels like it's peeling him off and over and that's why he tries to appeal to them so much but of course. it doesn't work because standards. eventually he learns how to deal with it but it still hurts. it's not their fault he's so obnoxious, he thinks, he knows, he feels the guilt towards them every time & messing up even further every time he tries. so suck it up, he does, he knows that wallowing in those guilts only makes his conditions worse.

So he just holds on to dear to those that keeps his shreds of sanity the lifeline alive, he learned to survive. appreciating the mundane (every bit of it that he can), the amusing antics of plankton and mr krab's rivalry and enthusiastically going along with it (it helps him take his mind off of himself) the little trickles of knowing care from his friends here and there he finds keeping closure cherishing (& saving them to remember to physical objects such as little pebbles and stuffed animals on the time intervals he also finds the spark of breath to keep him stable), all the little pep talks to keep himself standing, being able to easily brush off the angry comments of the customers (bc their shits are nothing compared to whenever the waters too heavy for even him to be kept held under and the sinking hole quells up from his throat to log his eyes to his suffocation and he sinks below the surface) and they don't really get onto his nerves no matter their attempts to do so ( most of the time)

(when all the antics go overboard he's grateful that squidward always manage to pull him back down he learns)

he ties himself to everything he holds dear he makes sure to secure all the ends of the ropes a firm pictures make it into almost permanent visions in his mind for when he fall he'll be firmly nestled in the safety net he built - all the strands he've chosen weaved and put up by himself

he will never let himself lose that part of his mind

(because he knows what will happen when it do break again)

[sixstepsaway]

i'm wondering if one of the sticking points people have when they say things like, "Izzy deserved to have his toe cut off and fed to him for what he did," with their whole chest is that they think the genre is the kind of genre where that kind of violence is Acceptable and Expected?

which, i dont think ofmd is? ofmd has a lot of commentary about the decisions the characters make, what leads them to it, what will come from those decisions, and the fact they are responsible for the decisions. Spanish Jackie talks at length about how rage and violence and a thirst for vengeance destroys you from the inside out. Episode 10 dives right in to the fact Stede made decisions and those decisions hurt himself, Mary, Alma and Louis, and then the decisions he made to try and fix those choices hurt Ed and Mary and Doug. Jim and Oluwande in episode 2 say explicitly that "when you kill, you die as well". Stede has multiple anxiety attacks over the fact he (inadvertently, while trying to simply stun move him) killed Nigel

they do not make any overture that because the genre is pirate comedy that the characters are not doing bad things and experiencing the repercussions of those bad things themselves or through the pain they see they've caused others

but if you're just cruising through the show, laughing about stede's antics and enjoying the ~pirate comedy~ of it all and not listening to what they are, repeatedly, saying about trauma and class and race and power and the interplay of it all, you're not going to get it

and so much of it is about power, the power the english naval officers wield over stede and always have since his childhood, and then come back around with in episode 9, the power that ed's trauma still holds over him (and the way he copes with that trauma by pretending the bad things he does Aren't Really Him (right down to what I think will be, "Oh, I didn't hurt Izzy. The Kraken hurt Izzy!" until someone snaps him out of it and makes him swallow the fact he is the kraken and he breaks down in the bathtub about being the kraken again)), the power jim's trauma holds over them, the power the world and its expectations of (implied) slavery and class and where the color of your skin puts you in the world has to keep oluwande, roach, frenchie, wee john etc from "having any other choices" (to quote oluwande)

the power mary has over stede to kill him if she wants (after all, she already declared him dead, who would question it?)

the power stede has over mary to ruin her life by leaving and then ruin it again by coming back out of the blue and to do whatever the fuck he wants while she's stuck holding the other end of the rope because she's his wife and that's just what she has to do in life

and, finally, pertinent to this post, the power ed wields over his crew and, therein, izzy.

they are out on the ocean. izzy could not have escaped or gone anywhere after what ed did to him. they are out on the ocean, the crew could not have simply left the ship. they are out on the ocean, lucius had nowhere to go when ed decided to kick him off. they are out on the ocean when Ed decided to go full kraken, and that means he held all the power over everyone

he is one man and the crew is many talented individuals but within his ship, he has all of the power and there is an ongoing commentary about that, and about the way some power is willingly given to others, right down to when izzy says that ed sent people to their deaths for stede and his crew and later on ed mimics that when he tells stede that as blackbeard he has to make life or death decisions

the dynamics of power and who wields what power is a huge, important part of the show, as is the trauma that power can bring, the abuse that power can cause, the way power can be mishandled (ed, the english, the badmintons) or used for good (stede paying his crew a fair wage and teaching them to talk about their feelings and creating them a safe, warm environment in which they can nurture a softer side of themselves) and the fallout of the decisions that are made while in power

but, much like with Killjoys (which is one of my favorite shows ever), because the conversation about trauma, and power, and race and class and everything else, is done through a narrative lens and through talking around and through it rather than just sitting the viewer down and going, "Did you know that committing atrocities is bad?" some people just... miss the point

much like people were angry when Killjoys redeemed The Abusive Father Figure (who had been abused himself and was trying with desperation to fix what was now abusing his daughter and protect his other daughter, thus unwillingly perpetuating the cycle of abuse onwards until it could finally be broken and he, and the others, could be set free from it to heal and move forward), when someone doesn't see the underlying conversation that the show is having, it boils down to:

pirate genre says violence normal. violence against izzy is acceptable and deserved, because he's a dick, and dicks get punished for being the way they are, no matter what trauma made them that way.

[xavieryaa]

deal // chapter 12: feelings and faking

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Taehyung’s apartment had long been a place of refuge for Jimin, a place the two of them would hang out together and talk and do whatever random things came to mind, so long as Taehyung wasn’t too concerned about the potential consequences. He had always been more careful than Jimin, but Jimin was often able to rope him into doing things anyways - they had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and at this point Taehyung has just gotten used to his playful antics. 

It doesn’t feel like that right now. 

One bus ride later, Jimin still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to say and how he’s going to excuse his absence. He can’t tell Taehyung the truth, and he’s always been shit at lying. Taehyung’s presence has always calmed him down, but now his heart is about to burst out of his chest and he’s starting to dread what he came here for. 

He forces himself to walk up to the door anyways, taking a deep breath and hoping no one walks into the hall and sees him standing here silently like this. He hasn’t even gotten a chance to raise his fist to knock on the door, though, before it opens, Taehyung right behind it with his signature rectangular smile. It’s infectious, it’s always been, and Jimin finds himself smiling back within a second. 

“Jimin!” Taehyung exclaims, wrapping an arm around Jimin in a sort of half-hug, and the angle makes it a bit uncomfortable, but there’s no way Jimin would tell Taehyung that. He’s rather fond of the affection anyway, at least from Taehyung. 

“Ah, Taehyung! It’s been too long,” Jimin says, placing his hand on Taehyung’s back as well, and a moment later the two of them let go, practically in sync. Taehyung chuckles at that. 

“It really has been. Come on in, I bet you have a lot to talk about,” Taehyung turns around and gestures for Jimin to follow, which he does. He’s led through the familiar room to Taehyung’s slightly aging couch, slumping down on it with a satisfied sigh. The cushion may be a bit too soft for most, sinking under even the slightest weight, but Jimin loves it. Taehyung’s not as fond of it - the only reason he still has it is that he doesn’t have enough money to justify spending it on something that’s not broken. 

“You know, sometimes I think you come here just for the couch instead of me. You love it a bit too much,” Taehyung teases, resting his head on his chin casually. 

“Well…”

“Ah, shut up!” Taehyung smacks his arm lightly, and Jimin bursts out laughing. Taehyung rolls his eyes before beginning to laugh as well. Jimin’s not sure why he was so nervous - it’s Taehyung, after all. Maybe this conversation is a bit slower to start than their other ones, and it’s slightly awkward, but it’s sort of his fault, and it’s nothing terrible. 

“Me shutting up is about as likely as you taking up the saxophone again. You can’t get rid of me, Tae, don’t worry,” 

“I’ll have you know I’m still decent at the sax! I practiced recently. A few months ago!” Taehyung crosses his arms on his chest, trying to make himself look more serious, but Jimin just laughs. This isn’t serious Taehyung, not at all. 

“That’s not recent and you know it,”

“A man can dream, okay? I’d like to think that I’m still good at playing it and I’m not letting a little thing called reality ruin that for me,” 

Jimin snorts, and a moment of silence falls. In that moment, when Jimin’s face turns towards Taehyung’s again, he’s sure he sees something fall in his eyes - some of the pure excitement of seeing Jimin again has worn off. He’s going to start asking questions, that Jimin knows before it even happens. 

“Anyways, Jimin,” Taehyung clears his throat, and now he’s serious, smile falling to a neutral expression, “where have you been these last few weeks? You’ve never been gone this long before. Or at all, really. I was just worried.”

Well, fuck.

Jimin’s poor excuse for a plan had been to try desperately to come up with something while with Taehyung after he had failed to do so on the bus ride. He hadn’t expected this moment to come so quickly, though knowing Taehyung, he definitely should have. 

“It was…a family emergency, something I really had to take care of. It was really short notice and complicated, so I didn’t have time to tell you before leaving and I was too busy to do that in the middle,” Jimin decides the best option is to just reiterate what he told Taehyung on the phone. But as expected, that’s not enough. 

“Yes, yes, you told me that already. But who in your family were you helping?” Taehyung asks, leaning closer like it would get him the answer faster. There’s an unspoken statement there: Who could you have been helping, if not your parents? Taehyung had known ever since it happened that the fate of his parents was a touchy subject for him, and so he didn’t mention it if he could avoid it, but Jimin always knew by his tone if he was implying it. 

“My younger cousin, he got really sick and my aunt and uncle were too busy with work to stay home with him, so they asked me and I couldn’t just say no to that. He’s doing a lot better now,” Jimin makes everything up on the spot, hoping, praying, that Taehyung doesn’t notice the way he’s nervously fiddling with the couch under him, even though he knows in his heart that Taehyung does, and he knows in his brain that that’s the case when Taehyung’s eyes flick down to his hands.

Taehyung looks back up at his face, look pointed and somewhat…irritated, clenching his jaw. When he finally speaks again, his voice feels like it’s unnaturally loud, right in Jimin’s head, too close to finding out the truth for comfort. 

“Jimin. At work they said you needed to take care of your sick aunt. Which is sort of funny, considering you’ve never mentioned having an aunt or a cousin,” 

Jimin takes a deep breath and pauses, considering what to say next. But really, how much will it matter? Taehyung wouldn’t believe him anyways no matter what he said, especially not if he actually told the truth. He has no options here.

“I told our boss about it, and he must have gotten confused since I mentioned I was going to stay with my aunt, he probably thought I meant she was sick. And I just….I don’t see them a whole lot, so I didn’t really have any reason to mention them,” Jimin tries his best to maintain eye contact with Taehyung. Maybe the tiny effort to prove his (false) point would save him from this. 

But it doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. 

“Jimin, I know you. You know yourself. You wouldn’t drop everything and risk your job to take care of someone you barely ever talk to. Why are you lying?” Taehyung says, voice rising to a yell, standing up and clenching his fists. 

Taehyung doesn’t often get angry like this - everyone gets annoyed sometimes, including him, but the outrage building on his face is something Jimin hasn’t seen in years at this point. 

“I-” Jimin rubs his right arm with his left hand, and finally, he lets his eyes leave Taehyung’s. Weakly, more than aware that it’s absolutely no use, he defends himself with a voice that’s so much softer than he needs it to be. “I’m not.”

“It’s obvious that you are, don’t even try to deny it, Jimin. I thought we’re supposed to be best friends. What happened to that, huh? Why do you keep lying to me? Why won’t you tell me anything anymore?” 

Jimin snaps his head back up, standing up and taking a step closer to Taehyung, reaching out his hand in an attempt to do something to stop this. 

Shit. Fuck. It’s not just this visit going wrong that’s at risk here, it’s their entire friendship, his only friendship. 

“Taehyung, no, I swear, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t want to-”

Taehyung pushes him back with one hand, not forceful enough to knock him down or hurt him physically, but enough to send a message, to give a warning. 

“Just,” Taehyung‘s eyebrows furrow in anger, mouth contorting into a grimace. “Just go. Clearly you don’t feel like talking to me right now. Come back when you’re ready to tell the truth.”

Each word is a bullet to Jimin’s heart, and he wants to protest more than he’s ever wanted anything else in his life, he wants to tell Taehyung the truth, but as he opens his mouth nothing comes out, because he knows that he can’t. His throat is starting to get sore, and he knows if he says much more or stays much longer he’s going to cry, and that’s not going to help things. 

“Alright,” Jimin’s voice is a whisper, and he turns away from Taehyung before his friend can see the tears pricking at his eyes, and he speedwalks towards the door before Taehyung can add anything else, head down as he blinks quickly to ward off the tears that are threatening to spill if he doesn’t stop them. 

He’s not going to cry right now. Not like this. He’s in the middle of investigating a murder, he can handle this. He can handle a spat with a friend. 

All he has to do is ignore the way it feels like his heart has torn itself into two in a matter of minutes. 

•

There’s no way of telling what someone will see when they choose to get on the bus in a city as large as Seoul - the more people there are, the more weirdos there are, too. And so, Jimin’s sure that a young man trying desperately to stop his tears by repeatedly dabbing his eyes with a wrinkled tissue he had onced stuffed in his pocket isn’t the strangest thing the other people around him have seen all day, but still, he’s sitting at the very back of the bus, trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as he can. 

The stop nearest to Namjoon’s house comes quicker than Jimin had thought, and unfortunately enough, he still hasn’t managed to stop crying – the moment he had left Taehyung’s apartment, he had started and since then hadn’t stopped. He doesn’t even remember the last time he cried before this. Sometimes things sucked, but for the most part he was good enough at holding his emotions in, and he had Taehyung to talk to. 

Not anymore. 

Once he steps out of the bus, it takes him only around 15 minutes to walk back to Namjoon’s house, with Jimin hoping the entire way that the digital map he was using would somehow malfunction and lead him the wrong way, just a little bit off, so it would take longer. But it leads him right there, no interruptions, no delay, a walk that’s perfect in every way except for the fact that he doesn’t want it to be. 

Jimin already has his new plan, again depending purely on luck: he would get into the house using the passcode to the door that Namjoon had shown him when he had been keeping an eye on Wang. If Namjoon wasn’t in the living room anymore, he would go back to his room as quietly as he could, allow his emotions to fizzle out, and Namjoon would be none the wiser. If Namjoon was in the living room, he would…cross that bridge when he gets to it. He’s hoping he doesn’t get to that bridge at all. 

He should have already known he would have no such luck. 

Namjoon is sitting in the same spot as before, one leg crossed on top of the other and flipping through the last pages of the book he had been in roughly three-quarters through when Jimin had left. Without looking up, he starts to speak. 

“So, how was i-” Namjoon stops the moment he looks up and sees Jimin’s face. 

Shit. He’s been caught. 

Namjoon’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of Jimin’s red eyes and puffy cheeks, and as a frown builds on his lips, Jimin looks down, hiding his face from view, hiding Namjoon from his view. 

He can’t stand to look at him at the moment, and he can’t stand to be looked at at the moment. He feels a sort of shame building in his chest - Namjoon’s gone through worse than this. He saw his younger brother die in front of him, and the only time Jimin had seen him cry was recalling something terrible he had done. All Jimin had done was have a fight with his friend.

Namjoon’s narrowed eyes - he was probably angry at him, angry that he was so pathetic as to cry right now. He wasn’t hurt physically, not scarred mentally. He shouldn’t be crying. That’s what he’s sure Namjoon will say to him. Voices swim in his head, all assuring him of the same thing: He’s just a sensitive little kid and Namjoon is going to tell him exactly that.

Hands clutch his shoulders firmly, and Jimin flinches back a bit, unprepared. His mind must have tuned out the sounds of footsteps moving towards him. Namjoon’s footsteps. Turning his head up to look at the man in front of him only startles him even more. 

Namjoon’s eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at Jimin intently, searching over his face like he’s looking for something. His tongue pokes at the side of his mouth, and as he makes eye contact with Jimin it seems as if there’s some sort of anger in there. 

It’s exactly what he’s feared. 

Except it’s…not.

“Jimin. Did somebody hurt you?” Namjoon’s voice is more serious than Jimin’s ever heard it, more intense, more than when he was aggressive towards Sejoo or talking about Soo. Jimin just sniffles, biting his lip nervously before getting out a single word, sure that if he says anything more he’s going to burst out crying even more than before. 

“Taehyung…”

“Did he hurt you?” Namjoon’s demanding an answer more than questioning for one, giving Jimin’s body a quick once-over like he’s checking for any sign of injury. Anger is laced in his words, but it’s not directed at Jimin - it’s more like he’s preemptively angry at Taehyung, like he’s already expecting that Jimin will say yes. Jimin shakes his head, and for fear that Namjoon might do something drastic if his mind isn’t changed, he gives in to his urge to cry his feelings out. It’s more worth it to explain than to preserve whatever reputation he may have built with Namjoon, he decides, doubting he had even done much of that in the first place. 

“No, I just…I fucked up. I don’t think I…I have a best friend, anymore, Namjoon. He wanted to know where I was and I couldn’t tell him and I’m so shit at lying and then he got mad because he knew I was lying and…he made me leave. So I did,” 

Jimin pauses a few times to wipe the snot that’s begun to leak from his nose, tears pouring fresh from his eyes and his voice cracking more times than he could bother to stop. He feels so small, so timid, so pathetic, and he’s sure Namjoon’s going to mirror those feelings. He braces himself, looking down again so that he’ll at least be spared from the initial wave of Namjoon’s mockery. 

A pair of strong arms wraps around his waist, and after a moment of hesitation hands rub gently at his back, a repetitive, claming, comforting motion. Namjoon’s head leans on his shoulder, and neither of them says a word. The only things Jimin can hear are his own staggered breaths and Namjoon’s calmer ones right next to his ears. 

Namjoon doesn’t let go of him for several minutes, as long as it takes for him to seem to run out of tears to cry and his sobs to settle to a stop. In fact, it might just be Jimin’s tired brain, but it seems like Namjoon holds him tighter than when he started. Eventually, when Jimin’s hiccups are more occasional, he pulls away, leaving Jimin feeling cold and empty without the warmth of Namjoon’s arms around him, which leaves him feeling guilty and confused for thinking something like that. 

Namjoon clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head to the side. 

“Don’t tell anybody about that,” he says, trying to come off as intimidating as before, but something isn’t there in his voice. It’s too gentle to be threatening anymore, and some part of Jimin’s heart does flips at that. “I’m just keeping you efficient. Nothing more.”

It appears that in this moment, at least, Namjoon’s just as terrible at telling lies as Jimin is. Jimin just smiles at him. He wants to see more of Namjoon’s attempts at covering up how kind he can be, how flustered he gets afterwards. Immediately, he smacks that thought out of his head. Or, he tries to, but it keeps coming back, and he doesn’t know why.

Until he realizes he does. 

His eyes fall on Namjoon’s tall frame, the way his hair falls over his undeniably handsome face, his sharp eyes, his plump lips. He remembers the moments where Namjoon lets himself get vulnerable, how he’s just comforted Jimin for no sort of personal gain, the times he lets down his well-woven persona of aggression to reveal a more gentle yet awkward personality. 

Oh. 

Oh.

He doesn’t know when it happened, or what exactly made it happen, but what he does know is that somehow, he likes Namjoon as more than a friend, and definitely as more than a mere investigation partner, and there’s no denying it. 

•

Jimin is out for dinner with Namjoon and he’s never been more nervous in his entire life. 

Namjoon had gotten word that Wang was going to Jihwaja, one of the most well-known and expensive restaurants in all of Seoul, along with Kang Jihwan, one of the men who had accompanied Soo on the night when Jimin’s parents had disappeared. The fact that this meeting is happening at all is new information, and as such Namjoon immediately made reservations for the same night so that they could spy on them from afar and try to gauge their working relationship with each other, and what Kang has to do with the murder. 

It’s strictly business, nothing more, and their sitting together is simply a disguise of sorts to blend in with everyone else in the restaurant. It’s not a date, not even close. But it’s been only three days since Jimin realized how he felt, and he’s still not sure how to deal with it. 

They’re sitting at a table for two in the corner, a few tables away from where Wang and Kang are, far enough that they can’t tell what the two are saying but close enough that they can still clearly see them. They’ve just ordered, and Jimin’s still not sure what he actually got due to all the unnecessarily fancy language describing meals Jimin’s never even got close to trying before, all with price tags that Jimin couldn’t fathom paying for himself. 

The dubious duo nearby appears to be negotiating over something, each one starting to talk the moment the other person has finished, both of them only speaking for short amounts of time. After a couple of minutes, whatever they’re talking about seems to fizzle out, as Wang’s expression sours for a moment before they settle down. 

“Why didn’t we sit closer, so that we can hear what they’re saying?” Jimin asks, breaking the silence that had fallen as both of them had been simply observing for most of the time until now. 

“First off, I’m not some all-powerful being. Getting on generally this side of the room was the most I could swindle. Secondly, if we do that they’ll notice us, you dolt,”

“I see you’re back to your good old lists?”

“And I see you’re back to the stupid questions,”

“Alright then, what do you think they’re doing here? Is that a better question to answer?” 

“Can’t say for sure, but if I had to guess, they’re working together. Jihwan, along with the other man who was…there,” Namjoon pauses for a moment, like he expects it’ll take Jimin a moment to get that he’s referencing what happened to his parents, to which Jimin just gives him a glare. “Towards the end of Soo’s life, there were some grudges growing. They resented that he was the most powerful, they both wanted that position for themself. Jihwan probably got Wang to kill Soo so the murder wasn’t directly connected to him, and they’re likely planning to kill Saejong - the other guy - so that there’s no competition.”

“You’ve got this all figured out in your head, huh?” 

“I…yes, I suppose. I tried to put together an idea beforehand so that I’d have some semblance of an understanding of what’s going on while we watch them,”

“Smart,”

Namjoon looks at him for a few seconds, wide-eyed and unblinking, before he turns his head away. “I know,” he says, voice cocky, but the smile that spreads over his face is more happy than self-impressed. 

From the sea of voices around them comes a new one, or at least it seems new since it hasn’t been loud enough to hear before. Kang’s face as he looks at Wang is irritated, and from what little Jimin can hear, so is his tone. His words can’t be made out clearly, but Jimin’s pretty sure that they're not happy. 

He’s not too loud, not loud enough to attract the attention of others. It’s not something rare for someone to talk a bit louder than they should in a restaurant, and so it doesn’t seem to appear strange to the people closer to them, who are more focused on their own meals and conversations. 

The only people whose attention they can’t escape are Jimin and Namjoon, and they don’t even know that the two of them are here. 

Yet.

Because the very next second, Wang’s eyes narrow once he says something to Kang that placates him a bit, and he turns his head around to survey the room, presumably to check if anyone was watching them. 

And Jimin feels stuck in place, unable to move, and even if he could, he doesn’t know what to do. Wang would recognize both of them and he has no doubts about that. If he was to suddenly turn around, it might look suspicious, because who the hell just looks at a wall for no reason? And Namjoon would still be a problem if he managed to do that, because what if he hadn’t noticed, and hadn’t turned away in time? Everything seems to be moving in slow motion as his mind panics while his body refuses to act. 

But then, everything fast-forwards again. 

A hand grasps the chest of his white shirt from behind the front edges of his suit jacket, pulling him quickly towards the opposite side of the table, and he hasn’t processed all that before he feels something press - no, smash, really - against his lips. 

Something…plump. 

Jimin’s eyes had shut in a mix of shock and instinct, but he opens his eyes, and another wave of shock rushes through him. A gasp escapes his lips, only to immediately be swallowed by Namjoon’s, and a second hand snakes around to his back, clutching at the hair at the back of his head and holding him firmly but gently in place. 

Kim Namjoon is kissing him.

It’s not a simple peck, either - Namjoon’s lips move against his own in a rhythm, and they seem eager, passionate even. He’s pulled closer, which is barely possible considering the table between them, but Namjoon tries anyways.

Jimin is confused, he’s bewildered, and despite those emotions conflicting inside of him, he loves it. He just barely resists the urge to respond, to reciprocate the kiss, and the only reason he doesn’t is that he can’t believe it’s happening. He’s half-expecting Namjoon to suddenly pull away and announce it’s some sort of fucked-up prank. 

Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jimin’s not sure it counts for anything considering his brain is practically malfunctioning at this point, but if he had to describe the look in Namjoon’s eyes in that moment, he’d say thrill.

Without moving his face away, Namjoon flicks his gaze to the side, and after a second something like relief joins the other emotions on his face. Nothing changes for a few seconds, eyes flitting back to Jimin’s face, but after a few seconds Namjoon releases his grasp on Jimin’s head, pulling away with slightly labored breaths, hand still loosely gripping the fabric of Jimin’s shirt. 

Heart beating fast, eyes blown wide, staring at Namjoon’s lips which have become plumper and pinker from the kiss, the only thing Jimin’s first thought is wow. His second thought he chooses to voice out loud, right after smacking Namjoon harshly on the arm with a glare. 

“Holy shit. Kim-” 

Namjoon covers Jimin’s mouth with his hand, silencing him, before placing a finger to his lips. “Christ, Jimin, be quieter. Do you want them to hear you instead?”

Jimin stares at him for a moment before nodding, and Namjoon removes his hand, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. 

“As I was saying, Kim Namjoon, what the absolute hell was that?”

“They were starting to look our way, and it was a good way to hide our faces. Anything else we could have come up with in two seconds would have looked too suspicious. You weren’t going to do anything, so it was up to me to save our asses, so I did,” Namjoon looks like he’s fighting to keep his face neutral and reaction casual, but his lips twitch at their edges like he’s holding back a smile and starting to fail. 

“But you- why- you didn’t have to do it like that!” 

“Alright, then, if you’re such a genius, what would you have done? You’re telling me you had a better idea that you would have enacted in a half-second?”

Jimin purses his lips, swallowing all the questions he has and remaining silent, because he can’t really argue with the fact that Namjoon has a point. He didn’t have any better plan. 

But still, the look Namjoon had had in his eyes, the way everything he was doing seemed more than would be necessary for a fake kiss meant to fool someone too far away to see the details…he can’t quite place that in all the things Namjoon has told him. Namjoon’s answers so far have been more flippant than actually responsive, though, and he has a feeling that attitude would only get more intense if he were to ask anything like that.

Instead, he turns back towards the people they’re supposed to be watching. Wang and Kang’s conversation seems neutral, or at least calmer than before, responses not too long or short and expressions relatively emotionless save for flashes of interest that pass over each of their faces at random moments. It’s boring, really, not nearly as telling or eventful as before.

 It’s a good thing, really, since he doesn’t want to be observing them, but at the same time he’s nervous to speak to Namjoon again. How do they even move on to any other topic of conversation from this?

Namjoon, though, seems to have no such problem with switching subjects, reason being he doesn’t seem interested in actually doing that. “You look distracted,” he says, but both of them know what he’s actually commenting on. Jimin feels a bit of heat rush to his face as he turns back towards him. 

“Can you blame me? You…you know what you did,” 

“Messed up your hair? Yeah, sorry about that, was in a bit of a rush,” A slight smirk forms on Namjoon’s face.

“Don’t play dumb, I know you’re not,”

“Getting a bit feisty, huh? I didn’t think I did that bad,” Namjoon leans forwards again, and his eyes meet Jimin’s before flitting down towards his lips, focusing there. “I thought it was pretty decent, don’t you think, Jimin?”

Namjoon’s teasing him, he’s trying to affect him and see him slip over his words more, and Jimin knows it. But again, Namjoon’s voice, his eyes…he seems genuinely interested in his answer, and he doesn’t know why. He should be ecstatic, and to an extent he is. The only thing stopping him from indulging in it fully is the fact that he knows Namjoon must not feel the same way. As he had said, it was just for disguise. It wasn’t anything more. 

“We should pay attention to the guys we’re meant to be investigating,” Jimin mutters in a response that is only half-relevant, ignoring Namjoon’s question completely, because he knows his answer but he doesn’t know how Namjoon would respond to it. 

It’s good timing, coincidentally, as the conversation at the other table has yet again crescendoed to a more emotionally charged and frustrated exchange of quick words, Kang’s hands clenched into fists by his sides as he doesn’t even attempt to hide the bout of fury that crosses his face. 

“What do you think they’re talking about now? They don’t exactly seem too fond of each other right now,” Jimin says. 

“Payment for the jobs, probably. Kang always gets upset when that sort of thing comes up. Somehow every time it’s time to give someone the money he agreed upon he’s always surprised that it’s exactly as much as they talked about before,” Namjoon says, and Jimin’s both thankful and the slightest bit disappointed that he’s fine to discuss this instead of…their previous conversation.

“So we have a full theory now, huh?”

“You could put it that way if you want, I suppose,” Namjoon shrugs, but his face betrays the fact that he’s excited about it as well. 

The food Namjoon ordered for them comes and goes, and though Jimin has to admit it’s actually delicious, with sweet, spicy, and savory flavors combining in a mix that he’s never tasted before but loves at first bite, it still feels far from the best thing that happened that night to him, and Jimin’s not sure whether he should feel excited or nervous about how far his feelings are going.

[kamisathoes]

i see you’re taking in thirsts so i decided to join in,,

so what about diluc who’s very shy around you most times. generally not that talkative, sorta awkward in terms of his body movements he’s just all over the place. and while he seems like a mess on the outside and inside, the moment he feels your skin against his he can’t take it. or even the moment he feels you wrapped around his sensitive, twitching cock that’s barley even been touched before, diluc can’t hold himself back. it’s so embarrassing internally how quickly he learns to love and stay in love with you touch and scent. even going as far as you take steal articles of your clothing and keep it for himself to ‘enjoy’. i guess he turned into more a pervert than a sweetheart but it’s always the shy ones that have dirty secrets.

- ren🍁

pairings diluc + sub ! gn ! reader

notes asjdjdh this is so ! cute ! this sort of ended up gn ! reader, although please tell me if there's any afab / fem aligned aspects that i missed !!!

warnings public sex. outdoor sex. exhibitionism. pervy ! diluc. underwear stealing (+ sniffing!). masturbation. unedited bc i'm sleepy.

diluc who, after he gets his first taste of you, will fuck you on any and every surface he can. the study in his manor ? the kitchens of the winery ? the vineyards that surround the residence ? even the backroom of the tavern and the library in the knights headquarters aren't safe from his antics.

hell, if we're going down the pervy diluc route — consider diluc fucking you up against the state of the seven nearby the winery. at first, he'd lured you in with a simple and innocent picnic, promising you the most lavish of wine and imported cheese and biscuits from fontaine. yet the date culminated to you pressed against the smooth granite as you watched the sun set over mondstadt, diluc's hips colliding with your own as he thrusted his thick, veiny cock into you.

sometimes diluc had to take business trips that could occupy him for days or even weeks at a time. that was when you found certain items of your clothing would disappear. the man craved you and your precious body, thus knew you wouldn't mind that he fucked his fist with you underwear in hand. he rotated between sniffing at the fabric and keeping them around his cock, thoughts and memories of you clouding his mind. as thick ivory ropes coated his wrists and the material, he'll happily grow hard again at the thought of his lover and all the things he desired to do to you.

[primofate]

Remaining 2k requests - Haikyuu!

Notes: Again, sorry it took so long. Needed some inspiration :D

Characters and prompt: Tsukishima (simping for you), Akaashi (catching feelings and avoiding them), Kenma (I change my mind, I like you, okay?)

Warnings: No warnings, mostly fluff, not proofread

Stay tuned for my next Haikyuu work: Accidents-nearly losing you

Tsukishima

Tsukishima doesn’t know how he ends up going on an outing with the group of idiots: his volleyball team. Yamaguchi was most likely the one who forced him to come, and so it was here that he finds himself sitting in a fast food restaurant “Burger Queen”. 

“It’s Sugawara-san’s treat today!” The orange-haired devil jumps up and down, raring to get his order. 

“What are we celebrating again?” Nishinoya asks, dumbfounded. 

“Does it matter? Free food!” Tanaka chimes in and elbows Nishinoya who also started grinning and putting their orders in. Tsukishima sighed, securing and fixing the headphones around his head. 

“Tsukki what do you want to eat?” He couldn’t quite clearly hear Yamaguchi but he could tell from his gesture and him pointing at the menu. “Set C” Tsukishima replied curtly. They were such a big group of people, that alone made him embarrassed about the amount of noise they were making.

“Ah! Isn’t that Y/N-chan?!” Hinata’s voice broke through his music. Tsukishima doesn’t notice it but his team members glance at you and then at him almost immediately, watching as he swiftly pulls his headphones down to his neck. “What’s she doing here...?” He mumbles under his breath, looking a little annoyed.

His team knew his little lovey-dovey relationship with you. Well, they wouldn’t really call it lovey-dovey, maybe in the most subtle ways. But Tsukishima clearly had a different demeanor in front of you. 

You hear your name being called and you swerve your head to the left to see Hinata calling you over, you jog over with a small smile and wave at the big group of people. “Ah, everyone’s here today,” then your eyes land on Tsukishima. “Oh, Kei, you’re here too, that’s a surprise,” The others grin at your casual use of his first name, while Tsukishima just stares at you with an unreadable face. “Idiot, I thought you were going straight home?” 

You laughed nervously and subconsciously walk closer to his seat, “My brother wanted me to pick up some fast food for him, so, here I am,” 

“Oh come join us then!” Yamaguchi was the one who chimed in and the rest followed in support, scooting over the bench to give you more space. “Eh? Is it really okay?” Tsukishima was about to protest. No way he was going to sit through a meal with you and his teammates. They would never shut up about it, but Yamaguchi had already stood up. “I’ll switch seats, you can sit here,” which was right next to Tsukishima. He grumbles something under his breath, and you get roped into eating a meal with them. 

So, when your order arrives along with your little brother’s takeaway, you leisurely eat and listen to their antics. To Tsukishima’s surprise the team doesn’t give him hell today and doesn’t tease the two of you to no end. Perhaps they were already used to your presence? Or were they just looking for an opportunity to attack?

“You’re so tense today, Kei,” You smile up at him while sipping on your soda, lips pursed cutely over the straw. He looks at you, bored expression on his face and flicks your forehead rather hard. “You would be too if you spent too much time with this bunch of idiots,” in truth he was just wondering when they would pounce on him. 

And then, rather automatically, he grabs your burger and deconstructs it, picking off the pickles with a plastic fork and placing it in his own burger. You smile and watch as he does it. To others it may seem strange, but it was because Tsukishima knew that you hated the pickles in your burger. “Thanks Kei,” you say and it was at this moment that everyone decided to have all their attention on the two of you.

“Awe, that’s so nice of you, Tsukki,” Sugawara says and the rest of the team have this stupid grinny and giddy look on their faces. Tsukishima realizes he’s been caught and the only way to get his pride back is to own it, but you beat him to saying anything. 

“You guys are jealous cause you don’t have girlfriends right?” You say it with such innocence, munching on your burger, but Tsukishima sees the way the faces of his teammates deflate. “You didn’t have to go that hard, Y/N...” Tanaka sulks in his corner, followed by Nishinoya and the rest of the team are wondering how DID Tsukishima get a girlfriend before all of them?

He grins. The fact that you spoke for him is one of the reasons why Tsukishima Kei adores you.

Akaashi

He’s been trying to call you for days. Well, it’d only been Monday and Tuesday.  It was Wednesday today but he still couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening. He tried to recount his steps again, replay if he had done something wrong for you to just suddenly go cold on him. 

Nothing.

He draws a blank and is confused about the sudden disappearance. To top it off, the two of you didn’t go to the same school, it was hard to get a hold of you. 

“Akaashi!” the volleyball flies right past him, he was supposed to set it for Bokuto, but he was so lost in thought that it lands on the floor instead. Akaashi’s eyes follow it, rolling slowly on the floor until it came to a stop. It was dead silent in the gym, and although they were just practicing, the fact that Akaashi totally missed the ball was unfathomable.

All the other team members are thinking “Ack, we know how to get Bokuto-san out of his emotional mode, but we didn’t think that Akaashi-san would need it too!”

“Akaashiiiii!” Bokuto whined and pouted at his friend. “Why didn’t you set it to me?” Akaashi’s shoulders slumped with a small sigh. “I’m sorry, Bokuto-san, I was distracted.” Akaashi then retrieved the ball and before they could continue playing, Bokuto gave him a thumbs up. “Don’t worry Akaashi! You’re the best setter and I’ll get any ball you set to me!” Akaashi knew that was Bokuto’s way of cheering him up. Perhaps the ace wasn’t so oblivious after all.

After practice, he tried ringing you again, to no avail. “Akaashi?” Bokuto was trying to look over his shoulder, popping up here and there like a mole popping out of the ground. “Is it Y/N? Are you trying to call Y/N?” 

“I haven’t talked to her in three days,” he looked at his phone, defeated. Bokuto laughs out loud. “Easy! I’ll call her!” Akaashi blinked and watched as his friend dialled your number. He didn’t think it would work. He was actually starting to get worried that something might have happened to you--

“Ah! Y/N! It’s me! The number one ace!”

And then he deflates. You immediately answered Bokuto’s call and yet ignored all of his. How was he supposed to feel about that? Bokuto lets out an obnoxious laugh again and then brings up Akaashi quite casually. “Anyway! Akaashi was wondering if you were okay? Hm? Yeah?”

You picked up the call knowing that Bokuto was probably calling on Akaashi’s behalf. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to answer Akaashi’s call. You couldn’t bring yourself to hear his voice and just fall deeper in love with him. So you ran. You hid and tried to convince yourself that the feelings would go away, and maybe after it did you could half-ass an excuse about not feeling well or being extremely busy with school and go on being just friends, but it was harder than you thought. 

“B-Bokuto-san, can you do something for me?” You’re dead nervous, but you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. You had to talk to someone about it, you had to tell someone and although it was a cowardly move, it was the only way you could pour your heart out, and you knew that Bokuto being Bokuto, the sweetheart wouldn’t judge you for it at all. “C-Could you tell Keiji that--I really like him, and I just don’t know how to tell him!”

“You really like Akaashi and you don’t know how to tell him...?” Bokuto repeated your phrase out loud in wonder, trying to process it and Akaashi froze. 

That’s the reason why you were avoiding him? He automatically grabs Bokuto’s arm. 

On the other line, you had your eyes closed, waiting for a reply and you could hear some shuffling going on in the other side, until Bokuto spoke up too. “He says he’s coming over to your house right now,”

“E-Eh?! Now, like right now?!”

Bokuto makes a sound of approval as he waves at Akaashi who’s leaving the gym. You’re terrified and embarrassed on the other line, not knowing what to do, but most of your worries wash away when Bokuto proudly exclaims

“Don’t worry Y/N, Akaashi likes you too! I’ve never seen him so sad at practice!”

Practically stealing Akaashi’s confession away, but you were thankful for the heads up.

Kenma

“N-No way! Kenma?!”

He was just as surprised as you were, meeting at the school gates. He blinks, and his eyebrows furrow. “Y/N... You can’t be...?”

For the past few weeks Kenma had been playing this new online game he’d been so addicted to. While playing, het met someone online, who seemed to be on at nearly the same time as him, and it just so happened that the character they were playing complemented his. He ended up going on quests with this same person, nearly every day. 

At some point he went beyond just playing with the person online. He found out that it’d been a girl he was playing with and didn’t really think much about it. He talked to a lot of people online, but when he started talking to this particular person, he realized that they shared a lot of the same hobbies and seemed as if she was from the same culture, just from the way she talked. 

“Hey... by any chance, do you live in Tokyo?”

Kenma already knew that the girl was from Japan, based on the phone number she gave him. He was surprised though when he got a reply saying that she does live in Tokyo. That’s how they figured that they were actually studying in the same school, but they didn’t want to tell each other who they were for the longest time just to keep the anonymity of it. 

Still, a few weeks later and it happened. “Well, there’s no harm in just meeting in real life, right? We can meet at school, by the gates! Tomorrow at 8:30 am before the bell rings!” 

That’s how the two of you, standing in front of each other, came to know that the person you’ve been playing with was each other. And you were classmates too. Truthfully, you shouldn’t have been too surprised. Kenma was a known gamer in class. You, on the other hand, never talked about gaming at all. When the shock had passed and when it dawned on Kenma, he sighed a little. “Ah, it’s just Y/N,” He didn’t know what he was expecting. Possibly not a plain girl like you. Your face scrunched up at his statement, and you could feel the whole thing becoming weird. Perhaps you should’ve just stayed anonymous from each other.

The two of you end up walking to your classroom together, but in silence. When you reached the door and touched the handle of it, you didn’t even turn around to face him when you said. “Sorry it’s such a disappointment that it was me,” and you entered the classroom. That had been the last time you said anything to him again and he didn’t quite know what to say since he was already an awkward enough person to start with.

At first he didn’t see any problem with it. Until more and more he realized the smallest things. Like how, if you two were still on talking terms, you’d message him right about now about some meme you’ve seen. Or maybe you would’ve messaged him to ask if he was free to do a quest--which he always was after practice and after school. He got antsy at some point, when he realized that he had a lot more fun when he was playing with you. 

There was one particular night where he saw you were online, and he just couldn’t stop thinking about the prospect of messaging you. Would you ignore him? Would you be upset? Truthfully he wasn’t at all disappointed that it was you, he was just surprised. You seemed like such a plain girl who cared a lot about her grades, not someone who gamed like he did. He let out a frustrated sigh and glares at his own screen, not knowing what he was doing, but he pulled up the chatbox and said:

“Hey,”

he paused for a moment and continued. “I wasn’t disappointed, I was just surprised,” it was like word vomit now, he kept on typing without giving you a chance to reply, even when he saw the “typing” image pop up from time to time on your side. “I still like playing with you,” 

You stopped typing at that. It’d been nearly a few weeks since the two of you last talked and you wondered why he only chose to speak up now. “Took you a while to say that?” you sent the message and only a moment later you read “I’m awkward, I think you knew that already,” and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did seem like he wasn’t good at communicating with others. 

“I forgive you,” he read aloud, there was relief pooling in him and he was about to reply when you followed up “Only if you help me beat this boss I’m having trouble with,” he smiles and types,

“Deal,”

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