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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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(1) running into you ✩‧₊˚ competing series

hockey coach!wanda x fem!ex figure skater reader

tw: creepy man hits on r, flirting (r and w), mentions to past injury (r), some mommy issues mentioned whoops, the nephew’s name is Tyler (💀)

a/n: not proofread oopsies. DON’T steal/repost my works. anyways enjoy this piece of shit. I’ll come back and edit this later.

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It’s a transition going from spending every minute in the rink to living vicariously through your nephew’s newfound interest in the ice. You’ve been taking him to lessons since his parents, your brother, has had to work every minute to make a decent living.

Seeing an ice rink after two years was strangely nostalgic. Spending every waking hour here until you’d gone and screwed your leg during practice.

You would’ve been better off without your coach at the time, your mom, yelling in your ear to get up. It’s in the past and you’re hoping it stays there.

Your nephew was about young teen, unfortunately a stereotypical teen boy who played sports. He was a good kid, but too confident for his own good and feeling the need to size up other players.

The coach of the team had been running them through drills. They were mainly on how to skate and learning specific techniques for hockey such as stopping quickly. He was picking it up quick, again too confident in his efforts but it did get him somewhere.

“Who’s yours?”

You faced the man beside you, “I’m sorry?”

He pointed, waving his finger around and it clicked for you. You waved him off, saying you were here for your nephew.

“Is he your sister’s? Your brother’s?”

“My brother’s. He’s thirteen.”

“And picking it up now? That’s a bit late.”

You laugh, “what?”

The man shrugs and leans back, “he may not be able to make varsity. I mean look.”

The frustration burned through you, feeling annoyed at his audacity. You begin to grab your stuff and move down the bleachers.

“These are kids, and they can do it as a social pastime. I did figure skating and I made it into the region competitions. I was thirteen.”

The man scoffs, “I’m talking about the young boy here and an actual sport, not twirling on the ice. I mean you didn’t go far if you’re here on a Monday night.”

With a shake of your head, you leave and officially move away to the other set of bleachers, closer to where the players got off the ice. It was surprising how aggressive some parents were with their kids doing a sport. It concerned you how concerned they were with their kid succeeding in a sport they once did.

You had sat near the railing towards the bottom, resting your head on it. There was an attempt made to forget your coursing adrenaline, watching your nephew work on sliding across the ice.

It was futile, especially with the way the man was holding his stare in your direction. Whatever his problem was, you wanted nothing to do with it. Men were weird, especially when they’re under some sort of influence.

The group huddled together in the rink, the words being spoken echoed throughout the room. The only word you understood was when they announced their team chant.

You waved back at your nephew when he skated by the window, mouthing something about, “watching him.” It was practice time, where they’re given ten minutes to skate around and practice what they learned.

He flailed around but he still got up proud, acting as if his stop and falling onto the ground was meant to happen. It was amusing, but entertaining and failed for you to realize the man was walking near you yet again.

“Hey ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience. I just thought you were quite beautiful.”

You cringe, “being mean is your flirting technique?”

“Usually chicks dig it.”

You nod and look back to your nephew but he’s relentless and doesn’t want to take no for an answer, even stepping closer to you.

“You alright here miss?”

A woman in skates appeared near you two. She was adjusting the heavy coat around her shoulders, moving to take it off with the obvious sweat on around her face and neck.

The man speaks for you, “we’re fine.”

She raises her eyebrow and tosses the coat onto the bleachers, eyes slowly looking to you for confirmation. You move away from the man and it was enough confirmation.

“Hey buddy, she’s not interested. There’s plenty of fish in the sea but a woman twenty years younger than you isn’t the move.”

With a patronizing smile and wave he began to yell at his son to leave. You thanked her, moving to do the same when she stopped you.

“Who’re you here for?”

“Tyler, what’re you here for?”

She looks confused for a moment, making a subtle gesture towards the skates on her feet, “I’m the coach.”

You swear you feel your confidence melt into a puddle. How long have you been taking him to practices and you’ve never cared to greet the coach?

“I’m terrible sorry,” you put your hand out to shake hers, “I should have introduced myself when I had begun to take him to practice. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiles and pushes your hand away, “no need. How’re you feeling though, need someone to walk you to your car?”

“That’s quite alright, I believe I’ll be fine.”

Your nephew exits the rink then, coming to sit near you two and untie his skates. He either didn’t notice you two conversing or he didn’t care, because he had come barreling in. You take his helmet off, reminding him to not forget his bag in the locker room.

“You did a great job today, Tyler, how’re you feeling about your stops now?”

“I’m definitely better. I think I’m better than Micah too, he slides into the walls. Man has no clue on how to slide.”

She hums, “then I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”

He waved and begins to walk behind the bleachers towards the locker room, and she looks back to you.

“I could stand at the door and make sure you two get to your car? I can see him standing at the tables looking this way. My word, is he drunk or something?”

You look and find him standing outside by himself and accept her assistance. It wasn’t that you necessarily trusted her, but she was more trustworthy than the other.

She grabs her coat and stuff on the seat, ready to go just as Tyler had ran out from the locker rooms. He smelt terrible and for some reason felt the need to stand where his sweat melted onto your skin.

“Maximoff what drills are we doing tomorrow?”

She looks relaxed, her eyes focused on him and tone kind while it feels your nerves are spiking when you see the man in your peripheral vision. He doesn’t seem to pay you any mind anymore, he looked distant while his son finished packing up.

“Okay, I’m heading off. Have a good night you two,” she looks to one more time, and you mouth your thanks. She jerks her car door open, throwing her stuff in and climbing in after.

“I love Maximoff. She’s a great coach, very professional if I could add.”

You shove him into the car, and start driving out of the parking lot. It’s fun to watch someone gain traction in a sport and see how much they enjoy learning the next steps to getting better.

“Are you staying for dinner tonight?”

“I am. Your parents aren’t getting back until later tonight, so I’m staying over tonight. Anything you want to do?”

He doesn’t seem very interested in anything you suggest, wanting to go to bed right after you both have dinner. And it’s understandable.

He had gone to bed four hours before his parents had finally begun to come home, your brother being the first home. He found you on the couch, “hey, how’re you?”

“It’s swell. I got hit on at the rink, but other than that it’s fine. Tyler’s asleep now.”

“You got hit on at the rink?”

“Opened with insults and everything.”

He empties his water bottle, his voice slightly muffled from where he was in the house, “are you okay with continuing to bring him to practice? I feel bad enough as it is. We can’t thank you enough.”

“No it’s fine. It was just sudden. I enjoy being able to see you all often,” you dangle your keys, “I’m going to head back to my apartment, I unfortunately have work tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, get home safe. Maybe tomorrow we can all eat dinner this weekend, we’d like to catch up”

“I’d love to. Sleep well, goodnight,” you wave before shutting the door behind you.

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“Tyler,” you say while finishing tying his skates, “I don’t want you to hang around Josh anymore okay? He’s a terrible influence.“

“But he’s the second best. At least he isn’t sliding into the walls.”

“I mean his personally is shit, just focus on learning the fundamentals and talk with the others.”

“Isn’t that a bad word—”

“Just get on the ice.”

He puts his hands up in offense and stumbles into the rink. You wipe your hands on your pants, “I swear—“

“That you do,” she comes beside you.

She sets her bags down beside you, leaning her shoulder against the wall. Your attention follows her fingers, a part of you hating the way she’s tying her skates. The other part got caught judging from the expression on her face.

“Are you judging how I tie my skates?”

You get slightly flustered, apologizing and fearing you’ve made her uncomfortable but all it does is grow the smile that was already there.

“Should be sorry unless you have a valid reason.”

“I figure skated,” you blurt and she looks amused.

“Do you still skate?”

“Not anymore after an injury my junior year.”

She looks earnest in her apology. In a response to not spiral you laugh it off.

“I bet it’s painful to realize you won’t be able to enjoy your passion again, but you’re here supporting him.”

“It’s not the end of the world, but it’s disappointing,” you laugh, “And of course, Tyler loves hockey. Especially when he has a coach like you.”

She leans to grab her coat, “what’s special about me?”

It’s something you’re still learning. That being how you have a knack for being flirty when you aren’t usually meaning to. In this moment though? You don’t mind.

You smile cruelly, “it’s 2:00.”

She checks her watch for confirmation and dramatically steps back onto the ice with a sigh. You feel your heart race from within your chest at the look she gave you after.

It felt like you were being called out. Her attention was on you before and after each practice. You enjoyed familiarizing yourself with your nephew’s coach (by familiarizing you mean flirting). It would make sense to leave everything where it was, but you didn’t want to.

You learned it was more than a simple surface friendship with your nephew’s coach when she slipped her number into your back pocket. And maybe the details on there that she wanted to take you out that Saturday at 8.

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cursedcola · 2 years

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Synopsis: They say something hurtful to their s/o and make them cry

Characters: Ace Trappola, Jade Leech, Leona KingScholar, and Riddle Rosehearts

Warnings: This is MUCH longer than part one.

Part (2/2)

Read the first half: here

{A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s the second edition, as promised! This took 3 sittings to write lol. Sorry for the boring formatting but I don’t think I have the guts to deal with tumblr today.}

Ace Trappola

Ace doesn’t have the guts to seek you out immediately

He’s too busy holing himself up in his room. Likely wasting hours laying down; either staring at the ceiling or tossing a baseball in the air.

His braincells are working overtime (a very rare occurrence in his case), and he’s got the classic ‘Angel vs. Devil’ advocate on each shoulder

Ya know, think Kronk from Emperor’s New Groove

According to his Angel, you’re better off alone. He’ll just make things worse and that’s the last thing he wants. The best option is to let himself brood and you have your space. He can wait for you to come to him, and then he’ll apologize. He needs to reflect to be better for you.

As for his Devil, he’s pissed that you ran off without him in the first place. It whispers that the issue wasn’t big enough to warrant a scene. It was only some mindless teasing, and telling him off would have been better.

It’s a game of tug-o-war between the two. Ace’s pride doesn’t want to admit that he’s in the wrong, and wants you to apologize to him. It wants to march over to Ramshackle, demand you talk to him, and to keep going like nothing happened

The Devil nearly wins, but somewhere in the back of his mind the Angel has an ‘ace in the hole’. One holding back that sinful pride

It says that this fight, while small on the surface, is one that would repeat itself if left alone. It’s not the first time Ace’s teasing has gone too far, and he knows it. He has always chosen to ignore it, thinking that you can handle it. He projected himself onto you in many ways, and that’s the real problem.

If he wants you to stay with him, then it isn’t the teasing that needs to stop. It’s the projecting. He needs to try listening more and treating you like his partner rather than a friend with benefits.

In the end, his Angel wins

Yet he is still Ace. Patience is not his virtue, so the Devil will have his advocate.

The fool bolts to Ramshackle, ignoring the protests of his upperclassmen and his dorm’s curfew. Not wise, considering the punishment awaiting him, but he’ll deal with that tomorrow.

For now, all Ace is concerned with is getting to you before he passes out or does something stupid again

Without concern for your sleep schedule, he’ll bang on the door “Oi! Open the door (Y/N)! We gotta talk,”

If you don’t respond, he’ll keep banging until you do. It will progressively get louder and he won’t let up for a moment. It is in your best interest to open it and let him in

When you do choose to open it, you’ll find him a mess. He didn’t bother to clean himself up after his little existential crisis.

Once inside, he at first gets cold feet. He initially planned this long ramble about how he would be better, but one look at you makes his thoughts become static

In the end, all he can manage is to pull you into a tight hug. One he hopes conveys how sorry he is. For earlier, and for overlooking your feelings

If you hug him back, he’ll calm down significantly. Ace won’t want to go back to his dorm in fear of riddle so perhaps offer him merciful refuge. Give him a glass of water and let him go wash his face.

You can sentence him to the couch, or spend some time together. He’s okay with either, but you can’t go to bed just yet. Now that he’s calm, he’ll try to scrounge pieces of what he wanted to say earlier but couldn’t.

“Hey,” he starts, facing you with his characteristic determination, “I’m gonna be better. I don’t know how just yet, but that’s my problem to figure out. Just know that I'm gonna do better by you. The next time I make you cry, it’s going to be because you’re so damn happy and can’t help it. I won’t accept nothin’ else, alright?”

.......

Will you give Ace a second chance?

Jade Leech

Jade is not one to act on impulse. Every move he makes is done with intent.

Every word is weighed against all others in his vocabulary

Every step is taken considering the optimal route

Every hour is maximized, even for personal affairs and hobbies

Jade has always been this way ever since he was a child. How else does a person become so meticulous in everything they do? You noted his behaviors early on, surprising him.

Drawing conclusions based on past experience, deducing his nature should have labeled him as cold-hearted -unapproachable- in your eyes.

Definetly not someone to be loved or admired

Yet, you remained fond of him. Finding security in his planning and trust in his words. If he always chose his actions carefully, then he would never lie or hurt you. He found the refreshing point of view charming, agreeing with it.

“Many may try to harm you, but I am the least likely to,” is what he said. However, even then his words were picked selectively. Even then, he secured himself.

‘least likely,’ is not definite. If you noticed, which he is certain of, you had not commented and instead played along.

That conversation had been months ago, yet Jade found himself reflecting on it more in one day than during the timespan between.

After your argument, he had steeled himself to forget his emotions until your ‘situation’ was taken care of. He met with Floyd and Azul in the VIP lounge, quickly informing them of your whereabouts and why he would be working the night shift.

As always, he spoke guarded. Only reassuring that you would not be leaving the dorm for the rest of the night and leaving out information on the ‘lovers spat’. Utterly useless, since Floyd and Azul knew Jade well enough to sense there was more. However, neither pried.

Instead, they readjusted the system. Now Floyd would accompany you through the day, Azul would escort you home, and Jade would personally track any abnormal behaviors from a distance.

Needless to say, the targeting did not last much longer. Floyd may be decent at tracking, but he’s always been the one to strike in a hunt. Now Jade? He was still on your schedule, yet not bound to your side. With Floyd on guard duty, he was easily able to follow the clues after every ‘accident’.

Two days

Two days and it was done. He had a hunch before, but it turns out that multiple people with grudges teamed up for this plan which is why their tracks were covered well. Jade still found them though, and his brother was just itching for a good squeezing.

Unfortunately, Jade held no pity for them. Though he did offer them one last solace.

“You have succeeded, albeit only temporarily. I grant you the mercy of this knowledge. You have also hurt someone precious, and so I will let my brother here handle your punishment. I have some loose ends to tie in the meantime,”

With that, he leaves and lets another important issue cloud his mind.

Jade had lost his composure with you, which normally wouldn’t be too harsh since he does have his moments. They normally appear as taunts or light teasing, but that is not the issue

Even if he lost control over his voice, he still could have acted. He hurt you, but instead of fixing it he chose to use the situation to his advantage. Using your moment of distraction to handle the more pressing issue, and letting your emotions fester. He also made you feel unsecure by lying though omission, despite doing it for your own safety

Now Jade wonders, how well can you truly predict him? Enough to know he did not mean what he said? Enough to understand why he did not resolve your misunderstanding promptly?

He first finds Azul near your dorm, who informs Jade that you’ve gone to the botanical gardens to relax. The two experience a silent communication, and Jade knows his absence has hurt you. Likely more than his words or lie.

He finds you seated on a bench, laying back and watching the wind sway the trees. You are unsuspecting, calm, and now Jade understand why you were targeted over himself.

“If you stare hard enough, perhaps the trees will bend to your will. Although you will then no longer need Grimm for magic lessons...” he permits himself to sit next to you without asking. You glare at him from the corner of your eye, and Jade deflates slightly.

Something tells him that you know everything. That he spoke impulsively, that he purposefully ignored you, and that someone was after you because of him

Yet something itches, that you do not want an apology for those issues. His only clue is how you haven’t left, and merely sit defiant as a way to say ‘we’ll? I’m waiting...’

“I suppose that an apology is in order,” he breaths, reaching out to lay a hand over one of your own, “If I am correct, you are already aware what I spoke the other day is not true,” you nod, “that I purposefully distanced myself,” you nod again, “and that I withheld knowledge concerning your safety” you nod for a third time

“I am sorry for hurting you, but not for trying to keep you safe. I do not regret that and never will. Yet -above all else- I am sorry for being distrustful and leaving you alone,”

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Will you accept Jade’s apology?

Leona KingScholar

The moment the door slams, Leona is out and chasing after you. If his underclassmen know what’s good then they won’t get in his way or spread anymore gossip. They are the reason he’s in this mess anyways.

He tried fixing one problem, but ended up with one much worse. Leona could handle your anger. He’s not the type of guy to hold his tongue, and that gets you both in many fights or troublesome situations.

Yet those are petty fights. Normally about how he talks to your friends, skips class, or carries you around like a rag doll. He could brush them off and so could you, because deep down you were aware that he never actually aims to do harm

When it matters, he’s straightforward and heartfelt. You believe that when things get serious, he would never ditch you. Not for a moment has he lead that trust astray, until now

In your eyes, he put his “ pride” over your trust. The initial plan was to brush his dormmates concerns off, but Leona took it too far. Though this isn’t the first time one of his schemes evicted bad karma

Leona catches up quickly. No matter how fast a human you may be, speed is a lion’s game.

He grabs you by the bicep just before you are able to enter the travel mirror and leave Savanaclaw.

“Quit running before you get hurt...” he trails off, the scent of salt hitting him again except more powerful than before. Without letting go, he reaches out his other hand to wipe your tears, only to get pushed away

While he’s startled, you rip your arm from his hold and push through the mirror. Leaving him with a last warning.

“Go away! I never want to see you again!” the command rings in his head. His arm drops limp to his side, before he growls and punches the rim of the mirror in frustration. Leona curses under his breath, before turning around and letting you go

He can’t chase after you now, no matter how much he wants to. There is a reason Leona did not want his underclassmen to think your relationship is serious- why he told such an abhorrent lie.

In his culture, the most respected person in an individual’s life is their partner. The moment you accepted his companionship, you became important to Leona. Which means that if you want it, then it happens. He may complain, he may groan, whine, talk back, etc.

but whatever power he has, is now yours. You just don’t realize it.

The same cannot be said for others. People that have bad motives. So, he lied as a preventative measure. Used his pride as a scapegoat, asserted his dominance, and planned to brief you in later.

He tried to set things right before matter became worse, and failed. Now Leona needs a loophole. Some way to fix this without confusing you or overstepping a boundary. A way that involves a medium.

More like an errand boy. Leona can’t send Ruggie, because the hyena by default is required to respect you as much as Leona. Jack Howl? No ties. Hates drama. No ulterior motives.

Perfect.

A quick bribe, pull at the heartstrings, and before Jack realizes it he’s already delivering a penned note to your dorm.

“The house-warden is pretty bent out of shape these days. Snappy, moping, and honestly a real pain in the ass. Give the letter a chance, maybe he’ll surprise you,” Jack said upon leaving the note

Refuse him or not, you will take the letter. It’s enchanted to keep reappearing until opened by the intended recipient

If you ask why Leona has not come himself, Jack will simply emphasize the letter again with a huff

“Your word is binding, understand? I can claw, scratch, scream -do whatever other stupidly desperate thing you’re picturing right now- but I can not come near unless you say so. Now that you know this, let me explain everything first, and if you still want to run away then go ahead. Just know that if you don’t show up, I will keep hassling your bushy-tailed friend. Maybe I’ll enlist the gluttonous cat? All the tuna in the world in exchange for the stubborn prefect; what will he choose?”

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Will you return to Savanaclaw?

Riddle Rosenhearts

Riddle tries to follow you. He screams in his head to move, find you, explain himself, and bring you back

Trey is looking at him expectantly, as are the rest of his dormmates. In his frozen state, his eyes scan their faces. Some of sympathy, others withholding frustration, and a few near ready to go after you in his place

Riddle understands, you are beloved by all. You have a place here. A place with him.

Resolving to move, he pushes his chair back to make haste. Yet, he pauses midway in a panic to stabilize himself against the table. It’s then he realizes how his legs are like jelly, and how afraid he is to speak with you again.

Riddle nearly falls over, with Trey steadying his shoulders at the last second. He hears his name being called, yet is too absorbed in his thoughts.

Most specifically, the voice whispering for him to let you go.

It is no secret that Riddle has changed since meeting you. He’s become more sympathetic with his peers, and has somehow managed to become more than just respected in their eyes. He is grateful for the impact you’ve made on his life, and only a fool would not notice his adoration...

What has he done? What can he offer you? He has joked many times that you will find no better in all of Twisted Wonderland

Does he truly believe that? No, and now you have the chance to go home. A world he has never seen before, where you can be happy. If he lets you go now, then it will make separating much easier. There will be no goodbye. He will simply return home to his mother, and when the new year begins it will be like you never entered his life. You can be free from everything-

His face stings. Riddle’s sight finally focuses on those around him, specifically on the rageful freshmen glaring daggers into his skull and with a hand raised

“Just shut up already and go after them! You’re such a big baby- ‘boo hoo I'm holding them back. My name is Riddle and I talk superior but really I’m just afraid of everything’,” Ace mimics Riddle’s voice, pretending to sound like a crying toddler, ”that is what you sound like. Damn straight you aren’t good enough for them, but you better finish what you started or someone else will,” at the end of his lecture, Ace points towards the rest of Heartslabyul’s residents and nearly all agree aloud.

Riddle goes red, all self-deprecating thoughts vanishing at the taunt and mixing with embarrassment. Ace tries to push past him yet gets halted. Not by a collar, but merely Riddle standing in his path. All signs of jello-legs gone, as he looks his underclassmen in the eye.

“That,” Riddle says through his teeth, “is not necessary. Rest assured that they will not be leaving Twisted Wonderland. I swear it on the name of Rosehearts,” he dismisses the final unbirthday party of the year and sends Trey to retrieve some spare stationary. Once received, he bids all a goodnight before returning to his bedroom.

The next day arrives, and Riddle is carrying his suitcase to where he’ll be staying over summer break. On the way there he stops to release a messenger crow, one carrying a very important message.

He walks up the steps to the house, nervous about the previous day’s events and his mother’s reaction. Waiting for a response letter will also be very stressful. The list seems to only grow...

He takes a moment to steel himself, and knock on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. As the rules dictate.

He hears steps grow close and clutches his suitcase firm. When the door opens, he offers a meek smile, “may I come in?”

Too surprised to speak, you step aside wordlessly and usher him inside Ramshackle dorm.

“I am aware you may not wish to see me after yesterday,” he begins, setting his suitcase down to take your hands, “but I cannot let that be our last meeting. If visiting home is what students do over break, then I will be staying here. I want you to stay in Twisted Wonderland. I want to spend time at your side, and I am sorry for leading you to believe otherwise. I am willing to spend the entire summer earning your forgiveness, but do not leave. Please,”

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Will you remain in Twisted Wonderland with Riddle?

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Karai x fem reader

(literally any plot)

Aye aye Anon! (This is before Karai knows Shredder isn't her dad. not that it's super important, but l digress.)

FREE TIME

♤~~♡~~♤~~♡~~♤

Summary: Karai sneaks away from her foot clan duties, to spend some time with you <3

Warnings: None

Requested: Mhm!

Female Reader!

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Three short taps.

Three short taps to signal the arrival of your girlfriend. You smiled widely and stood from your desk to greet her at your window.

You unlatched the old frame, and pulled it open, a smiling Karai meeting your eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming over." You said, moving aside to let her in.

She pecked you on the cheek as she entered your room, "Surprise! I had some free time. Decided I'd like to spend it with you."

You hummed, joining Karai in sitting on your bed, "I take it you won't be sleeping over?"

She shook her head, leaning into you with a sigh, "I'm afraid not, Hana. I can stay for afew hours, but if I stay the night my father will grow suspicious."

You smiled, cupping her cheeks, "Well, afew hours seems like quite a long time to me. So, do you wanna watch a movie? Or just cuddle?"

Karai was silent for a moment, "Let's watch that movie you like, would you like me to make popcorn?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'll turn on the movie, you get some popcorn."

"Alright, I'll be right back." she replied, kissing you once more on the cheek as she left your room.

You turned on the movie, then began to gather blankets and pillows as you listened to Karai talk with your parents. She had met them a while ago, and they got along well. You mother thought she was just right for you, and your dad liked how well mannered and respectful she was.

Obviously you had never met her father. Karai wanted nothing more than to keep you out of that part of her life. You knew about her Foot Clan activities, she couldn't bring herself to lie to you about that.

So you knew.

You were her first girlfriend, and Karai wanted to make sure she did this whole relationship thing right. She didn't want to lose you by lying about something that big.

Karai re-entered the room, now equipt with a big bowl of popcorn and two sodas, "Your mother insisted I take the soda too." She said, as she set the snacks on your bedside table, "She is a rather pushy women, isn't she?"

You giggled, "Oh my god, don't even get me started. Now come here, lets watch this movie." You opened your arms, signaling to her that you wanted to hold her.

With a smile, she melted into your arms, and the two of you sat there, cuddled close, watching the movie, wishing free time could last forever.

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First time writing for Karai! I think it turned out well, but hey-

Also, edit: Hana = Flower!

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dreamii-yume · 1 year

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Hello! ♥︎

I am BACK with another underrated Japanese Yandere Audio Drama ASMR recommendation for y’all~! Because this is all I’ve been doing in my spare time, I have no goddamn excuses on why I haven’t been posting much 🤡 This, my friends, is the reason why I’m so damn inactive these days lol BUT HEY—Please don’t go 🥺 This one is a real fucking gem, Darlings—I don’t understand why it has so little views on Youtube because it has everything I wanted in my hornii. There’s the plot, the smut (It’s not very explicit as to a full-on fucking, because Youtube—Just a few lewd lip sounds, that’s all 🫣 But that’s all I needed to get the neurons working) and there’s kinda some angst in there(?)

Anyway, it’s an hour-long! 🧎‍♀️ I was so happy after I was done listening to it and kinda speechless ngl ☠️ I dug hard for this gem and I’m not about to gatekeep anyone from finding it and sharing the experience (dont ask how i stumbled upon this one though, you dont wanna know how much ive been scrolling on youtube to find this, my friends 🧎‍♀️)

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It’s a Yandere Audio Drama that is simply titled “Nya-chan” 🫣 Ominously adorable title, but it’ll make sense as you listened to it. As always, it doesn’t have an english translation as of now which is extremely unfortunate because I think a lot of people would’ve appreciated this more if it does—BUT THAT’S WHY IM HERE EVERYONE 👀👋

So, if you don’t mind—Allow me to spoil you all with what happened with a “brief” summary of it all ♥︎ (EDIT : THIS IS A LIE IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR TWO HOURS) BUT I STILL WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO THIS ART PERSONALLY, the voice actor really did a great job with it 😭 check them out, seriously.

Warning : Implied Non-Con | Implied Dub-Con | Implied Stockholm Syndrome | NTR

Kinda got way too into “translating”/“explaining” this one scene by scene so—It’s very chaotic, so that might get annoying so just a heads up lol

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The story starts off with You (The listener UwU) meeting your fiance’s little brother for the first time and because you want to be a good future Sister-in-Law, you wanted to spend time and bond with him by partaking in his hobbies. He’s an engineer of some kind, and it seems like he’s a talented cook as well because when he found out that you’re hungry, he made you some pasta 🧎‍♀️You praised him, but he says you’re overreacting cause it’s just pasta lol he’s clearly embarrassed—He sounded like wanted to say something else (Probably wanting to cook more for you if you want ✨👀👉👈) but his brother comes in and interrupted him.

Under his breath, he says “Why does he have to be here of all times” which makes me think that this may not be the first time he knew of us…Or he just—y’know got attached that quick. (It really wasn’t specified 😭 or I might’ve just missed it somewhere 🤡) But ANYWAY, THE NEXT DAY—

You both met again, and he’s surprised that see you and where you work at because it’s close to his (?) You pointed out his office clothes, and he thought you were making fun of him, but was pleasantly surprised to hear you say that he looks good in it and he thanks you for it. Flustered, he changes the subject and ask where your fiance may be because he couldn’t get hold of him lately—It seems like he’s working overtime and he feels kinda bad that you’re going to eat dinner alone, so he sighs and invites you over to his place so he can make you something. He’s a real tsundere at this point of the audio drama, which was very cute lol But he seems like he has a soft-spot for you, because once he saw how you really look like you want to try his cooking again, he caved in quick lmao

At his home, he sarcastically praises your appetite and was impressed by the fact that you’re able to act so close woth him, despite only meeting for the few times lmao we have no shame. Your only reason was because you see him as you’re own younger brother too, and he only hums and scolds you more lol Even though he sounds like he’s all annoyed with you, he still encourages you to still eat more and stop complaining ☠️ He says he can guarantee the taste but plating is not his strongest forte lol

Then, he suddenly asks if you’re gonna contact your fiance anytime soon about this and it seems like you didn’t plan to do that—In which he scolds you again and say that you should, because he (your fiance) might think it’s weird. Again, you told him it’s fine because you’re only hanging out with him like how a big sister would with her younger brother…Here, we can hear that hint of disappointment in his voice as he whispers to himself, “…So you don’t see me as a man then.”

Of course, you didn’t quite hear what he says and asks if he can repeat that, but he says it’s nothing and went back to pressure you to continue eating because the food is getting cold.

After a while, you finally finished eating and he praises you for it…Also teasing you for looking so happy about it too along the way. He scolds you about learning how to cook for yourself sometimes, because you sound like you know what good food tastes like lol You told him that—Yeah, maybe from now on, in which he commented that you sound like someone prolonging their diet for tomorrow ☠️ and that’s the kind of person who usually don’t succeed on what they planned ☠️ someone calm this man down jesus christ, i did not to be called out like that ☠️ You asked him if he could teach you instead, but he refuses because he said he was self-taught and can’t teach for shit, so he tells you to learn it by yourself. Damn bro.

Then, this is where he shifts the conversation towards you instead—He asks where you and his brother met, in which you replied with the Cat Café he often visits and Yandere-kun doesn’t seem surprised lol His brother often invites him there, but he always refuses because he’s not good with crowds—Though he likes cats…AGAIN WITH THE WHISPERING he says “…If only I went with him at that time.” “Maybe I could’ve met you earlier than him.” BOI 👏

You asked him what he’s whispering about, and he denies saying anything like he always does and asked you to continue your love story with his brother. It seems like you met his brother when he was at his clumsiest, accidentally scaring a cat, and the cat made a mess, so you got angry with him. Because of that, you both met a second time for him to help you clean up, and things escalated from there—

Idk, Yandere-kun keeps saying wow that sounds like something out a manga—All sounds like he’s impressed and shit but I have a feeling that he’s so annoyed somehow lmao He sounds dead inside ☠️ He says something about it all probably being a “miracle of love” lmao He sounds so insulting about it 🧎‍♀️

He asks why you fell in love with his brother, like what’s so good about him? And you answered “The way he seems so silly, but is actually very reliable” or something—and somehow, he knew and understood that it had to be that reason too because he, too, knew what his brother’s strongest point is…Though, he didn’t know that girls likes those kinds of men too. He proceeds to slander you for having simple tastes ☠️ lmao

The conversation then starts to shift towards himself as he slowly begins to reveal how he feels inferior compared to him—Since his brother seems to have everything, while he’s just there on the shadows. You took notice of this and assured him that, at the very least, he’s still very kind. He’s flustered, embarrassed, scratches his head as he appreciates you for saying that.

…But HOO BOI THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING—You then asked something about him, wondering if he, too, has someone he likes romantically. He was surprised to hear that actually, hesitates, but turns serious and says, “Yes…Yes, I do have one.”

“She’s very bright, kind, and a handful. She’s older than me, but so unreliable that I just can’t leave her alone.” He sounds incredibly embarrassed. “She eats the food I make with a big smile on her face…and it makes me really happy.”

But he suddenly sounds solemn. “…But that person is getting married next month, and I’m still in shock.” He laughs a little, but he sounds so sad 🥺 “I kept thinking, why is it not me? Maybe if I have met her earlier, maybe that could’ve been me by her side.”

“Why do I have to meet her when it’s all too late…? It’s really unfair.” 🥲

“But you know what’s worse?” He starts getting a little weird like he just fucking gave up on trying to hide his feelings lmao “The one that, that person is getting married to…is actually my own older brother. So, I don’t know what to do about that.”

OF COURSE, THAT SOUNDS SUS AF so, as an act of defending yourself against the awkwardness, you stood up from your seat and about to fuck off to oblivion, when he stops you like “Wait, hold up—Please, don’t leave 🥺” He admits that he was frustrated on the fact that people view you and your fiance as this sort of “fated couple”, and it makes him sick. It feels like his brother got something he wanted and once again, he lost. Yandere-kun admits that he doesn’t have that many friends, nor does he have a girlfriend himself, so it’s always his brother who gets all the attention. The expectation that was supposed to be his was given to his brother himself, so he hated how it’s happening again with you this time…and it feels like the universe is forcing him to give up on everything for his brother.

“…But why do you have to be so nice to me?“ It turns out he was actually trying to give up on pursuing you too, but it hurts because he doesn’t want to—Since you’re so nice to him, you spend time with him, and had praised him more than anyone has…But you only see him as a younger brother and not as a man. He felt like you asking if he has anyone he likes was the final straw, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He comments how insensitive you are 😭 Like having no self-awareness and all that shit man

But he knew that you were only trying to bond with him only because you want to have a good, healthy relationship with your soon-to-be Brother-in-Law…But that’s when he finally snaps and how that’s never gonna happen, “From the very first time we met, I’ve only seen you as a woman more than anyone else.” So, he will never see you as just Sister-in-Law, he loves you too much.

He was surprised himself to know how weak he actually is, because just thinking of you was this fucking painful and he’s pissed that he can’t even help himself…and embraces you, finally being able to touch you freely, and commenting on how nice you smell like.

“Hey…How do you think I can be freed from this pain?“ “How do you think am I supposed to give up on you?” Because he doesn’t want to give up on you, he wants you to fall in love with him as well and asks if that’s really such a bad thing.

Perhaps a little freaked out, you began to call your fiance’s name instinctively but he scolds you, “Please…don’t call anyone’s name but mine right now.” AND FUCKING SOFT KISSES YOU. He demands you to say his name, and when you hesitantly did—He’s on cloud-nine, asks you to repeat it again and again, and again as he KISSES YOU EVERYTIME.

“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore, come here.”

You obviously resists as he takes you somewhere, and he 😭 kinda politely asks you to stop struggling because he doesn’t want to be rough with you lmao He wants you to listen to him as he continues to force you to make-out with him (with slightly aggressive moaning, mind you ☠️) and keeps on obsessively (desperately) telling you that he loves you as if that shit was going to change anything lol but well—who knows 👀 foreshadowing, am i right Also he tells you that you shouldn’t hold your voice because he wants to ｈｅａｒyou loud and clear, so just keep on paying attention to him and he’ll make you feel good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

THEN THE AUDIO FADES BECAUSE YOUTUBE 🫠 But it’s assumed that whether it’s forcefully (which is VERY MUCH likely lol) or not, he manages to get his way with you through the night 🧎‍♀️Mfcker even has the audacity to ask for permission, but I don’t think he would’ve cared if you had said no lmao ☠️

The next day (?) comes, or maybe it’s still night idk it’s not really specified BUT AFTER SEGGSY SESSION, he asks if it hurt (BITCH)—He proceeded to apologize, like seriously apologized🧎‍♀️Even he didn’t know why he resorted to forcefully taking you, despite knowing that it’s wrong. But whenever he thinks about how you’re going to be his brother’s wife soon, all he sees is red…He keeps apologizing and says he really doesn’t mean it and understands if you won’t be able to forgive him anytime soon.

…Perhaps you were guilty about the fact that you unknowingly lead his feelings on by being close to him too, you apogized in which he denies immediately—Saying you didn’t do anything wrong, and that everything is on him.

To compensate, you suggested to just simply forget everything that happened until now—But Yandere-kun doesn’t quite agree with that solution. “…Am I supposed to just forget about something that made me so happy?” He says he can’t do that, but realizes that he was being selfish again and apologized as he begrudingly agreed to do just that. “I guess it’s better than you reporting me to the police.” He said, it’s the least that he can do.

“I’ll…I’ll forget about what happened…Definitely. But just for this moment, will you stay with me?” You somehow agreed, and he hugs you tight—Whispering yet another apology.

Some time later after what happened, I guess…Oh, and it’s getting closer to your wedding day PFFT He calls you through the phone, and he was surprised that you answered—He’s sorry for calling you, but he says his brother is at his place and has something he needed your help with, so he asks if you want to eat lunch with them…But he understands if you don’t want to, since it’ll be awkward with him there after what happened. But you agreed anyway, “Are you sure?” He asks, but says he’ll be waiting for you then eventually.

He welcomes you to his home, and it’s not really explained here—But you were surprised to see him, maybe because he looks horribly depressed 😭 He tells you to just go inside and sit your ass down lol You ask where your brother is and he says he went to the convenience store to buy something and he’ll be back soon (doubt) and AGAIN he apologizes for what happened between the two of you, which makes me think that he’s really reflecting on his actions and I’m just being a little bitch about it ☠️ He said he’s gotten better at controlling his feelings now, and swears to you that it won’t happen again (DOUBT)

You assured him, and he finally sounds happy omg He admits that he was sad the past few days because he thought you won’t be able to talk to him again—But seeing you right now, talking to him, and reassuring him made him so glad that he’s wrong 🥹 He’s very grateful and you jokingly tell him he sounds strange compared to before.

He kinda agrees with that and admits that he loved you too much before, and every time he remembers the things he says and did, it made him incredibly embarrassed lol Though he feels better now, since he doesn’t usually have this kind of gloomy personality, so he’s fine now 🙃

…He then suggests to play a game, while waiting for his brother to come back 🙃 A very simple, easy game 🙃 Just close your eyes, hold out both your arms, listen to what he’s saying, and focus which hand is holding yours—Left or right 🙃 Ｓｉｍｐｌｅ，　ｒｉｇｈｔ？ 🙃

If you win, he’ll congratulate you on your wedding—Buy you whatever present you want…”What if you win?” You asked🧎‍♀️And this mfcker just went “What? Don’t tell me you’re worried that I’m gonna make you do something weird or something?” He laughs and strictly told you to just close your eyes alreadg lol He keeps praising you like you’re a kid and assures you that he’s moved on 🙃 So you don’t have to worry anymore 🙃 That from now on, he’s going to be your little brother like you always wanted 🙃 and it’s not like he’ll be able to do anything weird when his brother can come home anytime lol

The amount of (doubt) I had was immaculate when listening to this for the first time, darlings—Can you tell ☠️ He says if he won…He’ll let you cook dinner next time, cause he’s sick of always being in-charge of the cooking and wants to try your cooking this time.

So, then the game begins…Or not lol He’s still preparing, and the first thing he does? Obviously—Gets as close as he possibly can towards your right ear because it’s “necessary” lmao This man ain’t slick ☠️ Obviously, you’re a bit uncomfortable with that, but he says that if you give up now before anything has even started, you won’t get a wedding present from him lol “Don’t worry, it only tickles at the start. You’ll get used to it soon.” AND THEN THE GAME ACTUALLY BEGINS LMAO ARE YOU READY???

Close your eyes, repeats the rules about your hands and he—He begins to fucking BLOW on your ears ☠️ This was fucking tingly af ngl, not something to listen to whilst the dead of the night because it’s actually relaxing af jesus christ…ANYWAY, HE’S SEDUCING YOU BTW.

He bites, sucks, and licks on your ear, encouraging your body temperature to go up and proceeds to ｇａｓｌｉｇｈｔ you into thinking that there’s ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong nor suggestive with what he’s doing, nu-uh 🫠🫠 It’s all part of the challenge of the game, he says and your ears are just sensitive lmao He commentates on what he’s doing too omg “My tongue is going deep inside your ear.” EAR PORN HITS DIFFERENT NOW, DOESNT IT ☠️

This sussy moment continues on for the next few minutes—But like, as it’s happening, you can hear some really…ominous sounds of something shuffling in the background like someone rummaging for something and like ??? Obviously you’re curious and FINALLY—He asks which hand is holding yours right now…You answered correctly, and he proudly tells you to open your eyes for a job well-done and BOOM.

You’ve been handcuffed 🤡

He cut off every sensory you could possibly have at that moment just to distract you from noticing what he was doing. “I tricked you? No, that was all part of the game.” You probably started raising your voice, but he shushes you—Telling you to shut up, because he’s going to make you feel good again ☠️ GETS ME EVERY TIME GODDAMN IT LMAO Ladies, remember that all men do is lie 😔 (sigh)

He sounds WAY different than who he was before, which makes me think that he was only acting weak, because he sounds assertive now as he drills lewd words right into your head. “Who’s in front of you right now? Say my name.” But you call for help, called your fiance’s name instead. He shushes you gently and corrects your mistake…but asks you again, “Who’s touching you right now? It’s me, isn’t it?”

Maybe you didn’t answer, to scared to say anything—So, he reassures you by instilling you with his own twisted logic : “Don’t worry too much about my brother.” He says, like the devil on your shoulder. “You haven’t been officially married yet, so it’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“You, me, or my brother. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He says, he sounds like he has a smile on his face as he continues to brainwash you into doing the wrong thing. “…So, say my name. Look at me and only me, because you’re the only one I can see.”

“Fall in love with me.”

“It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Nothing at all.”

He kisses you a few more times, to give further validity with what he’s saying and at this point, I think you’re slowly giving up—Because there’s really nothing else you can do but accept it. He convinces you that his kisses feels good, and that you loved being kissed with tongue—and with your feeble, slowly-getting-fucked-out mind, you begin to agree with everything he says. So, he promises you that he can make you feel even better.

“I’ll always be with you.” He says, which had you confused—So, he states the obvious, “Because I’m going to be with you forever.”

“Aren’t you happy that there’s someone in this world who loves you as much as I do?”

He suggest for the two of you to “Do it” again—Your losing your focus, so he had successfully convinced you into saying that you want to do it too…He tells you that he’s happy that you’re thinking that way ♥︎

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WE’RE ALMOST TO THE END GUYS PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, THIS IS AN HOUR-LONG AUDIO DRAMA BUT ITS SO GOOD.

After sexy time, the term “Nya-chan” has finally been addressed for the first time and it seems like while y’all we’re fucking, he was calling you that all this time. He wonders why he was calling you that too—But he guessed that it’s because he had always seen you as a little selfish-bratty cat whenever you’re eating the food he makes, so he just ended up calling you “Nya” as a nickname…Nya as in the Meow in Cat

He likes it, it feels special because he’s the only one who can call you that—He repeats it over and over again and asks if he can call you that from now on. You agreed, so I guess that’s your name from now on, Darling ♥︎👋 Nya-chan 😺 He feels so happy calling you that, it’s so special to him that he begins to cry—He loves Nya too much🧎‍♀️

(My typing hand is dying)

The next day—Someone is calling him and tells you to stay put. It’s his workplace, it seems like they need him for something despite the fact that it’s his day-off lmao somethings never change huh 😭 He’ll still go, but then he notices that you’re now standing in front of the entrance door, and he asks you if you’re going somwhere…But you don’t you say anything, so he figured that you might’ve been too afraid to stay here all by yourself…He steps closer to you, apologized for not noticing your worries earlier—But like, “I was so happy when you told me that you’ll stay with me forever, so I just trusted that you won’t leave.”

“Sorry, have you come to hate me now?” He starts to get a little unhinged, like you triggered something in him, which quite frankly means—That he’s becoming scary again ☠️ “…Hey, did I do something wrong?”

“You’re not…trying to run away, are you?” He steps REALLY close, those footsteps sounds heavy and the little laugh on his voice—Like you just said something really ridiculous and shows that he’s a little pissed 🧎‍♀️Dear God… “Let’s have a little talk, shall we?“

And he slams you to the fucking wall.

“…That’s not it, right? You’re not trying to run away, right? You understand that, right?” He bombards you with questions that I don’t even think you’re answering because he’s already convincing himself that you won’t run away, because you love him, yknow? Why would you even think of something like that lol—Like the little delusional man he is ☠️ He says he’s sorry for being suspicious, he’s just worried for his little Nya and that’s on him. You never know what’s out there.

“I’m so, so goddamn worried that I might lose it once I imagine what will happen to you if you leave this room, Nya.” He’s sounding more and more deranged. “Hey, you’ll understand that, won’t you? WONT YOU?”

He kisses you once again to prove how much he loves and cares about you, but goddamn he’s as yandere as one can get because even I’m scared of how twisted this man’s bipolar-ass kind of love ☠️ He continues to tell you all the things he’s scared of happening when you get out, like when another weird man comes in to sweep you off by the feet and he doesn’t want that 😭 It’s like this man just completely erased the fact that you and his brother are engaged and would actually be getting married in a few days lol Guess that ain’t happening anytime soon now ☠️

“Nya wouldn’t want that to happen to you too, right?“ He baby-talks you, plays with your mind and using this kind of manipulative-guilt-tripping shit going on. He even goes threatning her by saying how even he won’t be able to touch her again if you’ve become tainted by others—And in turn, no one will. So, he scares you into understanding his forceful and terrifying logic…And he’s satisfied with what you become.

He apologizes for being rough before, for almost giving you a goddamn concussion lmao Because damn he’s well-aware that he’s losing his mind, and the fact that you’re the only saving grace he has, he will do his damn best to keep you by his side—Whatever means necessary.

Another time-skip has passed—The next day came and he whispers good morning to you as you’re still chained down on the bed. He apologizes for it being tight (your wrists are probably fucked ngl) so, he’ll loosen them up a little but make sure you don’t run away, okay 👁👁 He’ll be looking at you through the camera (!?) so don’t do anything sus, okay 🧎‍♀️ sorry i love this voice drama so much

Then, someone rang the doorbell—So, Yandere-kun very gently (INTIMIDATINGLY) tells you to not be too loud as he went to go see who it is…Has a few conversation about that person, acting like he’s a normal human-being there for a second and soon—He comes back to you and you asked who it was. He said it was no one important, just the landlord…looking for a lost cat.

“…I sure hope they find it soon.”

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(SOBBING)

“BRIEF SUMMARY” MY ASS—Sorry, I had too much fun translating and commentating on this lmao ☠️☠️ ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. I’m sure there were a few error in this, but like—I wish I have the general knowledge down at least so that you could understand what happened 🤡 Apologies for that lol

Please listen to the actual audio drama, it’s free on youtube—I swear it’s a different experience with voice on. It changed my life fr だいきりASMR is a hidden diamond in the rough, why is no one talking about them 😩 I’m gonna go listen to more of their content, and I’ll share some with you all if I find something more interesting to translate and commentate on lol 👀 chaotically, if y’all are into that haha

Also, I love how someone can portrait a yandere like this—A yandere that doesn’t rely too much on violence and I love the fact that he’s not just the typical sadistic type of Yandere, yknow? 😭 Like he’s just some poor pathetic bastard who fell in love with the wrong person, at the wrong time—So, you can’t help but kinda feel bad for him ☠️ PEOPLE TAKE NOTES.

#yandere

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One Little Poke

EMMA. I'm not sure what is with your prompts and me taking to them well, but this is the second time I meant to write a drabble and wound up writing a whole fic. Oops. Anyways, here is the fic based on this ask from @emmadoodlewrites

prompt from this post: 20 - "Can you...do the thing?" / 36 - "I didn't tell you to stop"

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.4k words)

It had been quiet all day. Sapnap and Dream had spent hours behind closed doors, editing projects and getting videos ready to post for the upcoming week. George hadn't filmed his video idea yet, so he was left to himself with nothing to do (and no one to bother). He glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost 10PM. He grunted, turning his attention back to the random movie that had been playing in the background for the past hour.

George watched as the couple on the screen shared a heartfelt conversation while cuddling. He wasn't fully paying attention to the dialogue, but suddenly it had his full attention when he heard the woman scream out and dissolve into laughter as the man squeezed into her sides as they cuddled. He quickly grabbed the remote and clicked off the movie, sitting in disbelief for a second before burying his face into a pillow with a long whine. George could feel his cheeks burning, and he knew he wouldn't be able to shake this mood without a little help.

The british boy stood up from the couch, stretching slightly and mumbling to himself about how stupid the movie was, and how he would NOT ask Dream to help him with his mood, no matter what. His feet carried him up the stairs from the living room and before he knew it he was standing outside of Dream's doorway, peaking in the slight crack he had left the door closed at.

"Dream?" George called quietly, pushing on the door lightly to open it a little more. Dream turned his head around to acknowledge his presence with a smile, turning back around and typing on his keyboard.

"Hey, I'm basically finished. What's up?" Dream looked up at George when the brunette made his way over to stand next to his desk, noticing the faint pink hue on the smaller boys cheeks but not commenting on it.

"Yeah uh, nothing really. Did you maybe wanna watch something?" George refused to make eye contact with Dream and instead pretended to be interested in whatever Dream had up on his monitor. Dream let out a little huff of a laugh, nodding and saving his progress before he switched the computer off.

The two boys settled onto Dream's bed, huddling in close together as Dream powered on the projector and directed it towards the wall across from his bed. They decided on some random action movie, half paying attention and half talking about what edits Dream did on his video. However, Dream noticed that George wasn't here. Of course physically he was, but Dream could tell how out of focus his eyes were when he was speaking, clearly in another thought bubble that Dream wasn't a part of.

"Earth to George, are you good?" Dream teased, reaching over to poke George in the ribs to get his attention. He didn't expect George to be so reactive, jumping and falling back against the bed with a giggle as he covered his ribs with both hands. Dream knew George was extremely ticklish, but this was new.

"One little poke is all it takes, huh?" George felt his face heat up once more at Dream's teases, turning to bury his head into the covers to hide the redness making it's way down George's neck. He shook his head, not knowing if Dream was able to see it because of how far it was pushed against the bed, but protesting regardless.

"Alright, I concede." the blonde boy grinned down at George as he poked his head out of the blankets, his red face comparable to spending the day out on the beach without sunscreen. He watched as George covered his face with his hands, mumbling something but unable to make out exactly what was being said.

"What George?" Dream nudged his hands with another poke, gripping George's hands gently and lowering them away from his face. The older boy again refused to make eye contact, speaking so low it was almost impossible to hear again.

Almost.

"…..I didn't say stop."

Dream thought he was imagining things. There was no way George was actually wanting him to continue tickling, right? Dream knew that he loved it, but he also knew how much of a brat George could be. He had never, not ONCE, heard George ask for tickles. Ever. And Dream wasn't going to make this easy on him.

"You're right. You didn't say stop, did you?" Dream began his tease, sitting up and shuffling himself until his knees were crossed in front of him, leaning against George's right side as he continued to lay back against the bed. "It's almost like you want me to keep tickling you."

George let out another high pitched whine, bringing his hands back up to cover his face as he felt Dream's stare burn into him from above. He stayed silent, holding true to his word of not asking.

"Or maybe not! I guess you don't want me to continue, huh? Don't worry, I understand. You're way too ticklish for that. I won't put you through that misery." Dream faked concern and understanding, watching as George's tough facade slowly left. He smiled when he realized that in the absence of toughness, George was absolutely melting into full on lee, unable to help himself or fight the feeling off anymore.

"It's not my fault, okay! There was some stupid movie on that I don't even know what it was, and-and the people! The couple, they were cuddling and then the guy just....you know!?" he stumbled over his words, trying to explain the events leading up to his increasing lee mood. Dream quirked an eyebrow up, nodding slowly and chuckling.

"Right...I totally understood everything you just said."

"Dream….."

"Yes George?"

"Ugh...nervermind."

"No come on, just say it. Please?" with a huff, George lowered his hands again slowly, looking up at Dream and trying his hardest to speak clearly.

"Can you uh….can you do the thing?" Dream had to hold himself back from leaning forward and squeezing George's face in his hands, unable to process how adorable George was being. The smaller boy was now fully looking up at Dream with big brown eyes, no doubt embarrassed by how red his face was, but lee enough to finally give in and ask for what he wanted.

"What thing?" Dream decided to push a little further to see if he could get George to ACTUALLY ask for the whole thing, but decided to spare him when George let out another pathetic whine.

"Don't worry, I won't make you. You practically did ask, so of course I'll tickle you. Come 'ere." the blonde boy's cheeks hurt from how hard he had been smiling through George's nervousness, slowly moving to press his back against Dream's chest and allowing Dream to wrap his arms around his torso. Dream ran his fingers up and down George's shirt for a few minutes before eventually slipping his hands beneath the fabric, running his fingertips all over the smaller boys ribs and sides. George was squirming slightly, holding onto Dream's wrist as he rested his head back against Dream's shoulder. He let himself laugh without holding back, melting into the gentle tickles Dream was giving him.

"Is this okay?" he heard Dream ask after a few more minutes. He had migrated his hands from his sides to the sides of his tummy, just on either side of his bellybutton. Dream knew that was one of George's favorite spots to be tickled, and he chuckled as George went completely limp in his arms.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." he smirked, looking down at the blushy lee below him that was giggling up a storm. Dream was unable to help himself as he squeezed George a little tighter, leaning his cheek against the brunettes head as Dream continued to give soft tickles to George's melty spots. Eventually George's giggles died down into evened out breathing, letting Dream know he had fallen asleep. Dream adjusted them slightly to be fully laying down, cuddling a little more into George before letting himself close his eyes, sleep following soon after.

#lee!george #ler!dream #heck #i just #love them sm #i cant help it i get carried away #anyways #yep #hope you liked this 😂#asks #emmadoodlewrites #emmarose9402 #mushie fics #my stuff #mcyt tickle

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babes4pdd · 6 months

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Best Friends Brother- Martin Herlihy x reader (smut)!!

A/N: hi. thanks for two followers (edit. nvm) . we try our best.

includes: friends older brother Martin, unprotected sex, oral (m and f recieving)

warning: This fanfiction includes smut! Please dont read unless you are 18+

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You wait anxiously on the Herlihy’s front porch for someone to let you in. Jess and you hadn’t seen each other in months, promising to get together for a sleepover during both of your college’s winter break. She had decided to spend her thanksgiving and fall breaks with her new friends at school from the california arts school she started attending in the fall. You had elected to stay behind for college, commuting to a local college to save money. It wasn’t like you were mad at Jess for leaving, you were just kind of tired of her only talking to you once a month, neglecting you for her new art school friends and sending you long voicemails about parties she was attending and boys she was sleeping with. You on the other hand hadn’t gotten any action in months, striking out constantly on dating apps and in the real world. The door opens, pulling you out of your thoughts as you see Jess for the first time.

“Oh my godddddddd” She says as she opens the door for you and waits for you to come in, once you’re inside she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Okay, I’ll bring you to my room so you can put down your bag and then I need to talk to you!”. You follow her through the house, taking notice when you see her older brother. You and Martin had known each other for as long as you had been friends with Jess but still never had a full conversation, as much as you would never admit it to Jess, you had definitely had a little crush on Martin for years. The two of you went to the same college so you ran into him occasionally, but never spent more than a minute with him. He gives you a little nod when he sees you , “Hey.” You respond with a measly, “Hi” and continue to follow Jess to her room, where you drop your bag on the floor and sit on her childhood bed.

“Okay,” She says, taking a deep breath before she continues, “So, you’re never going to guess who slid into my dm’s today, Andrew. Warner.”. Your jaw drops, “No fucking way. The basketball player?” She nods and you laugh loudly, “That’s so fucking crazy. So are you guy’s going to hook up over break?”.

“That’s the thing, the only night he’s free is tonight, so I was thinking… you stay here, you have full reign of the house, trust me, Martin never leaves his room, I’ll go meet up with Andrew and I’ll be back in a few hours.” You groan internally, of course Jess would do this. Of course she would have you block off a night for a sleepover with her and then leave after half an hour so she could fuck some guy. “Yeah, that’s fine” you hear yourself saying. “Have so much fun, tell me how it goes.” You say. She giggles and intertwines her fingers with yours. “Thank you so so much.”

Jess gets ready and leaves quickly, leaving you sitting alone in her bedroom. You decide to go into her living room, curling up on the couch and pulling a blanket up onto your lap. You reach for the remote and flick on the TV, god, her family still has fucking cable, who still has cable you think as you flip through the various channels. You’re looking at an advertisement for a real 14 karat ring when you watch Martin walk into the room. He sits on the couch opposite you, leaning back and looking at you. ‘So” He says eventually, “Where did Jess go?”. You swallow hard, something about the way he’s looking at you paired with the gray sweatpants he’s wearing is doing something crazy to you. “She left.” You say eventually, “This guy we went to High School with slid in her DMs so she’s spending the next few hours with him”. He looks mad after hearing this “Jesus, I don’t know how you put up with her. I can barely stand her.” You half agree with him but would never say that. Deciding instead to stick up for your friend, “That’s not nice.” you say, “Well she left a pretty girl alone for hours so I wouldn’t say she’s too nice either.” He responds, his eyes locking with yours as you press your thighs together under the blanket. Fuck, what was that supposed to mean?

“You know, I see the way you look at me” He says softly, a smirk beginning to play against your lips as he teases you, leaning forward so his hand can rest on top of the blanket, playing with the material bunched over your thighs. “Always have.”

“Fuck” you whisper.

“What, pretty girl?” he said softly, “What do you want?”

What you want ends up being the two of you in his bedroom, kissing roughly as he puts his hands all over you, squeezing your hips and then moving down to grab your ass. Moaning into his mouth, you feel him against you, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your ass, it’s all too much. You bury your hands in his hair, liking the way he groans against your lips as you pull on it as his hands move from your ass to the bottom of your sweater, balling his fingers in the material before he pulls it over your head and throws it somewhere in his room. His mouth immediately goes to your neck, kissing and lightly sucking on the exposed skin. Whines escape your lips as he presses his lips to a particularly sensitive spot on your collarbone. His T-shirt joins your sweater in the expanse of his room as you run your hands over his bare chest while he kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. He unbuttons your pants while you’re pressing kisses to his jaw and neck, encouraging his hands to go faster. Sitting down on the end of his bed, he pulls you on top of him.Moving off of him, you drop to your knees on the floor next to his bed so you’re at the perfect level at his hips. “Fuck.” he groans breathlessly as you slowly pull down his gray sweatpants and boxers at the same time, staring at his hard dick. In one smooth motion you run your hand up and around his dick. “Oh fuck,” he stutters out. At this reaction you start to slowly lick at his tip before finally running your tongue along the bottom of his dick. “ Fuck, don’t be a tease fuck,” he moans through gritted teeth. At that you start to inch his dick farther and farther down your throat. You can feel his hands wrapped tightly in your hair, guiding your head down and holding you there. “Look at me.” He says, his voice low and going straight to your cunt. You open your eyes and look up at him, making eye contact, he keeps his hand wrapped around your hair as you continue to bob up and down his shaft. “Keep doing it like that and I’ll cum in a minute,” he says, head thrown back. You continue to suck even harder, hollowing out your cheeks as you look up at him squirming in ecstasy. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, let me cum in your mouth baby please fuck” he moans out. With that you push his dick as far down your throat as possible while he cums in your mouth. “ Holy shit oh my fucking god” he says, thighs shaking as he rides out his orgasm. You pop off his dick, cum leaking out the edges of your lips. He grabs your face in his hands “Here, wouldn’t want any of that to go to waste, would we?” he asks as he swipes his fingers to collect the cum on your lips and pushes it onto your tongue. You moan around his fingers, swallowing and standing up so you’re level with him as he sits on the end of the bed.

Kissing you again, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down onto the bed next to him. Sinking onto his knees in a form matching yours earlier, he kneels between your parted legs as he spreads them apart.

“Raise your hips for me, sweetheart.” he says softly as he rubs his hand against your hip. You comply, lifting up your hips as he pulls down your underwear. “Fuck.” he breathed out softly at the sight of your wet cunt. He begins to kitten lick your clit, applying little to no pressure. “Fuck please don’t tease,” you groan out. “Not so fun when it’s you, is it princess?” Martin says smugly before beginning to suck your clit. You moan as he begins to switch between tongueing at your hole and sucking your throbbing clit. You moan louder when you feel his tongue stay on your clit and his hand move from its place on your hip to your entrance, slipping one finger into your hole and quickly adding another. Your hands go to his hair, pulling hard when you feel his fingertips hit a spot that makes you see stars. His fingers speed up, lips sucking hard, as your stomach tightens and you cum hard against his face. He groans at the feeling, your hands still yanking on his hair and guiding his head as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He gets up quickly, and you crawl backwards until you’re in the middle of the bed. “Fuck me, please.” you moan as he kneels above you, looking down at you with hazy, lust filled eyes. “Oh you want it so bad.” he says, lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you. “Jesus christ” he moans, wrapping his hands around your ankles and pulling your legs apart as he continues to fuck you, going deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, just like that” you moan while you yank his bed sheets. He continues his grueling pace until you're both moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Fuck im cumming im cumming” you moan out. “Fuck me too. Where do you want me to finish?” he manages to groan. “Anywhere you want fuckkk” you groan as you cum all over his dick. He pulls out of you quickly, jerking himself off twice before he cums on your stomach. “God, that was so good.” You say to him, laying on your back on his bed while he wipes his cum off your stomach and presses a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Yeah we should do that again, maybe I could take you on a date or something…” he says with a raised brow. “Yeah..I’d like that alot,” you say with a grin before kissing him. He smiles , “Since Jess still isn’t back, do you want to watch a movie or something?” he asks. “ Yeah,while you start it I’m going to go get a glass of water.” you say standing and grabbing Martins discarded shirt and putting it on along with your underwear. “That sounds perfect” he replies while grabbing the remote for the TV in his room as you walk into the hall towards the kitchen. While grabbing a glass from the cupboard and starting to pour yourself a drink you realize that Jess is standing by the front door mouth open with no noise coming out in shock.You freeze in your spot, “Heeeeeeey”.

#please dont destroy #x reader #martin herlihy x reader #martin herlihy smut #martin herlihy #please dont destroy x reader #please dont destroy the treasure of foggy mountain #smut fanfic

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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As you guys know, Claire being so into Sugar has been vexing me from the start for obvious, nose-based reasons. I assumed she was either secretly batshit or that Sugar has inherited some hidden sexual talents from Cyn, or both. But finally, I think I’ve cracked the case:

So Claire, like Sugar, has the amazing combo of popularity aspiration + 3 nice points and her LTW is to become a Celebrity Chef. So when I moved her in I thought it’d be cute to give her this ice cream dress like she wants to be a pastry chef and I never thought about it again. But as I was editing pics before, it finally dawned on me: she’s a PASTRY chef and he’s SUGAR. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW❤️

Moving on to something significantly less cute, it’s time for Sophito to begin another day of hoeing. Roxie wouldn’t accept our invite to come over so I pulled a pro gamer move and invited her whole household and she accepted, so we’re about to knock out 3 dates at once! I was feeling so proud of my efficiency-

-that I literally FORGOT ROXIE AND JONAH ARE DATING. LMAO. Literally wtf is my problem, I’ve even done a photoshoot with them.

-ROXIE WHAT THE FUCK HOW COULD YOU -I’M SO SORRY JONAH I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO KISS SOMEONE WHOSE MOUTH SITS AT A NORMAL HEIGHT -Dude, can you just be cool? I was gonna date both you and her brother afterwards, you’re ruining my morning.

Another massive dating success under our belt!

We immediately move on to Edwin without even bothering to say goodbye to his sister whose relationship we just ruined, classic us. I’m like am I cray cray or would Edwin and Sophito actually be a super cute pairing-

-but it looks like we’ll never find out as EDWIN REJECTS THE FUCK OUT OF SOPH. CRY.ING

-Do I look like my slutty sister who’s just gonna make out with any rando fuckboi with a popped collar?? Fuck off!!

STAN EDWIN. ABSOLUTE CHAD WTF. I’m definitely marrying him in later!!

It’s finals day and everyone is frantically last minute studying but Wilfred and Sophito find time to have a nice lunch together!

-Did you poison this burger, Wilfred? -Whaaaat?! Of course not! Do I look like someone who would poison their own cousin over some petty sexual rivalry?

You absolutely do, I didn’t even know ‘cousin-poisoner’ was a social category until now but man you have the entire look down.

-Alright then, why don’t you just tell me what ingredients you used.

-The usual! Buns, ground meat, lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup.. drain cleaner.. -Did you just whisper ‘drain cleaner’? -Of course not, that would be stupid and also a criminal confession! Oh man, 8 hours till finals?? Time to get going!!!

I don’t know how to even react to this information BUT SUGAR WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT GOT AN A+. WHAT IS HAPPENING

-Maybe if June spent a little less time worrying about Erik’s lack of funds and more time studying she’d have kept the top spot, am I right, darling? HAHA

BRUH

-Friendship over with Sugar, now Sophito is my favorite nephew! -Hi June, what about me? :( -Oh I don’t know, Reginald, how much did you spend on rugs today?? -Never mind :(

Oh is that that Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy? Let’s go ask him out!

-Hey Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy ;) -My name is Aldric. -That sucks, Almeric is a way cooler name. -I know >:( -Don’t worry, it doesn’t really matter-

-because I just decided during our date that I want to fall in love with Kea!❤️

WHAT. YOU’VE NEVER ROLLED THIS BEFORE WTF

-Ya, I’ve figured out that Cheerleader Kea is the one for me after all!

But you only had one date three semesters ago, you don’t even have a crush on her??

-I’ll get one!

What about Eliza???

-Eliza has a lot of thoughts and opinions and demands and Wilfreds. Cheerleader Kea only has cheers!

Alright then, I guess? We’ll ask her out?

-Great, and then I’ll ask her to marry me!

YOU’RE GONNA WHAT

-I’m on a date with Almeric here, you’re being rude. -Aldric. -Whatever.

#gen 3 #ts2

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callum-librrry · 1 year

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Books make great gifts

It was a nice day in Soho, the sun was shining and the temperature was finally starting to warm up from winter. Aziraphale was currently sitting in his favourite armchair drinking some hot cocoa and reading. He was attempting to distract himself from a rare first edition he had found recently. The book was in immaculate condition for its age and would be quite perfect in amongst his collection. He used to be friends with the author and had a good few signed copies of his works. The Angel was positively miserable when he found out that the owner wouldn’t sell it, no matter what Aziraphale would say.

Oh well, he thought, I should probably let them have it. He was a relative after all.

This train of thought, unfortunately, did nothing to quell his mood.

Aziraphale continued to spend the next fifteen minutes reading the same page. After a while he decided that this feeling was not going to go away on its own and did the next best thing to calm himself down; call Crowley.

After a few moments of ringing, Aziraphale heard Crowley pick up his phone. There was shuffling in the background. He must’ve just woken up.

“Hey angel, what’s up?” Crowley asked with a yawn.

“Oh, it’s just this book…”

“What about it?”

“Well, it's just that I was really quite fond of it, and the owner simply refused to sell it. I must say that I’m quite disheartened by the whole thing. I was wondering whether you would like to come over? Perhaps go to the park and feed the ducks?”

Shuffling could be heard coming through Crowley’s speaker. Aziraphale could hear something being put down onto a hard surface.

Probably his coffee, he thought. Crowley could barely function without an inhuman amount of caffeine in his system.

“You know I’d love to, angel,” said the Demon, “But I’ve actually got something that I need to do… maybe later?”

“Oh,” It was odd for Crowley to have something to do that he deemed to be more important than being with Aziraphale. Even when he was working for Hell he would usually send down a fake report to be with the Angel.

“Yeah, look, it's really important and-”

“No, no. I understand,” Aziraphale interrupted, “You go and do whatever it is that you need to do. I’m sure we could find another time to get together.”

“Yeah,” Crowley chuckled, “Maybe we could crack open a bottle of Pétrus while we’re at it.”

Aziraphale found himself laughing with him.

“That would be splendid.”

The phone call didn’t last much longer than that. Crowley soon left to accomplish whatever task he had given himself. They said their goodbyes, and once again Aziraphale found himself alone with his thoughts.

Aziraphale was quietly reading his book when he heard a jingle. Someone had entered the bookshop. But who? He was certain that the shop was closed, and that the sign hung neatly next to the shop’s hours. Not only that, but the entrance was almost always locked. That left only two options: there was a very inexperienced thief, or Crowley was here. Aziraphale’s heart leapt slightly at the thought of Crowley coming over to visit until he remembered that the Demon was currently away on some sort of business.

Somewhat cautiously, the Angel approached the front door to the bookshop. There, looking rather self-conscious despite a seemingly calm exterior, stood Crowley.

Aziraphale stood there stunned for a moment before the Demon in front of him stepped forward.

“Look, I know I said that I couldn’t hang out earlier, but,” Crowley held out a simple package of brown paper. “I uh… I just happened upon this when I was out and uh… I thought you’d like it…”

Aziraphale couldn’t see Crowley’s eyes behind his dark sunglasses, but he could imagine him looking anywhere but where the Angel stood. With a smile, he took the package. It had a decent weight to it, and it was obvious that Crowley had taken some care in to wrapping it.

“Why thank you, my dear,” Aziraphale said as he carefully unwrapped the gift only almost to drop it when it was revealed. He blinked hard. It was the book!

“But how?” Aziraphale looked up to Crowley in shock.

“Ah, y’know,” Crowley blushed slightly, “just some small miracles.”

“Oh, I love it!” Aziraphale more or less flung himself at the Demon, embracing him in a hug. Crowley grumbled but lent into the touch. When they finally parted, Crowley spoke.

“Now, I believe we said something about a certain bottle of Pétrus.”

Aziraphale laughed as they made their way upstairs.

“Yes, dear, I believe we did.”

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #good omens fanfiction

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Terra x Female!Keyblade Knight!Reader: Only Fools

Summary: ...would spend their lives listening to the advice of fools.

Rating/Tags: T (Major character deaths; set during canon events of Birth By Sleep; not canon compliant; italicized flashbacks; Aqua & Reader; Ventus & Reader; Master Eraqus & Reader; Terra & Ventus & Aqua)

Fic Trade Prompt: “General Advice”

Notes: This was my very first ever fic trade response. The word count limit was 5000, and back then I actually listened to that instead of writing as long as I needed to write the story I wanted to tell. That’s probably part of why this is kind of bare bones compared to other stuff I’ve written. I would actually go as far as to say it’s not good. I was very inexperienced back then. Even after editing it in 2022, I don’t feel like much in the way of improvements have been made. Hey, here’s a tip past!me: Characters can do more interesting things than look. Find yourself some better verbs.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Only Fools

Everything around you shook: your arms, your legs, the milky stars, the keyblade that carried you through the forsaken expanse of nothing between worlds. Your vision would have been shaking, too, except for the fact that your eyes were closed. They had to be. If you kept them open for any amount of time, the tears rushed forth at once, trailing forcefully down your cheeks until they fell, twinkling, to who knew where.

Not you. You didn’t know anything anymore.

Behind you lay the smoking remains of the world you once called home. Before you lay…well, you weren’t sure yet. At that moment, it seemed like a whole lot of darkness, the same thing you’d been looking at (when your eyesight cleared enough) for the past hour. Every now and then, a shudder pressed its way up your spine at the thought of what you could have been looking at, if you hadn’t figured out how to transform your keyblade in time. But it was too late for your master, too late for the Land of Departure...

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“And here is where you will be staying.” The dark haired man opened a door and gestured through the open entryway.

You stepped inside the room before him to look around at the bare walls and plain bed. Even after spotting those, you continued to blink around. You’d been expecting something a little more...interesting after hearing everything that learning to be a Keyblade Knight would entail.

“Alright,” you finally managed to say. “Thank you.”

Master Eraqus nodded. “You will begin your training tomorrow. It is a long path, [Name], and not one to be taken lightly.”

“I know.”

“Good.” He turned back toward the hall, making to shut the door. “Do not stay up too late. You are expected in the dining hall no later than five tomorrow morning.”

He disappeared. Silence reigned in your tiny room, interrupted only by the occasional soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The closed door also blocked out any light thrown inside by the hallway. Now you were plunged into darkness. You waited until you heard Master Eraqus’s footsteps fading away, then let out a shaky breath as you set both your bag and yourself on the bed.

“Hey.”

You must have jumped about a foot in the air and screamed, too, at the sound of this new voice, because when you finally spotted an unfamiliar boy at your window, he appeared highly amused.

“Woah, woah. Is that any way for a future Keyblade Knight to act?” he asked, grinning.

“I haven’t started training yet,” you said as you looked at him. There was a lantern on the pathway not far from the window, so you were able to see his messy brown hair and blue eyes. “And who are you?”

“Terra. You must be the new girl the Master was talking about.”

“[Name],” you said slowly. It wasn’t really part of your upbringing to believe that talking to random strangers at open windows at night was a good thing, but Terra seemed genuinely…there. “I’m [Name].”

“Yep, that’s the one. Welcome.”

“Um. Thanks. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Well, um. I should get to unpacking.”

He nodded, and, taking this to mean he was leaving, you started to look in earnest for a lamp inside. The outside lantern was doing nothing for you. So when Terra spoke once more, you nearly jumped out of your skin again:

“But seriously, you want some advice?”

“Yes?”

“Go to bed now. Master was serious when he said you had to be up before five.”

You had been afraid of that.

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Your fingers clenched around the brightly-colored glass flower sitting in the palm of your hand.

“Terra…” you murmured as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. “Where are you?”

You still didn’t understand: Aqua and Terra leaving, Ventus running away, Master Eraqus’s expression when the last came home. Everything happened so fast, too fast, and then your master was dead and your two friends were gone once more.

Just as your brain skittered around the unpleasant image of a broken body on the grass, a bright light shone through your eyelids. Blinded even with that small shield to protect you, you managed a quick peek before whatever it was enveloped you. The light grew stronger and stronger; you were forced to close your eyes again. Two seconds later, a plummeting sensation filled your stomach. Your eyes snapped open to see dried earth rushing toward you.

You pulled out at the very last minute, but momentum sent you flying forward off your vehicle anyway. Wincing, you sailed across the ground.

Of course you’d scratch your armor the first time you wore it away from home. You stood and brushed yourself off before allowing the protective covering to disappear. Then you made a mental note to ask Master Eraqus to teach you the finer points of landing when you got home.

Your heart sank as you remembered: There was no going home, no more practicing for your Mark of Mastery, no more Master Eraqus at all.

The tears threatened to well up again, but you denied them, shaking your head quickly to clear your fuzzy thoughts. You should have been excited! You’d never been off your home world (the Land of Departure notwithstanding), and there you were! It was time to take your first look at a world other than your own. With that thought in mind you spun around…

…Only to see the same desolate earth you’d caught a glimpse of on your ride in. There was nothing in that world but baked, dry ground; towering cliffs the same uniform shade; and some sort of short, irregular bush that seemed to grow in droves all across the flat, unremarkable landscape.

“What?”

This was not how worlds were supposed to be. They were full of life, full of wonder. This planet was no such thing. Was this where Terra had gone? You’d lost him in the Paths Between almost as soon as setting out, but something told you that Aqua’s magic had done its work.

Slowly, you picked up one foot and began to walk down the path outlined by the plants. Each footstep echoed through the empty air.

“Terra?” you called. Your voice was too quiet even for you to hear.

Something bothered you about the blackened things leading you away from your crash site, too. You drew closer to one clump of plants and narrowed your eyes as you moved your fingers toward it. They brushed against heated metal. You withdrew them as if bitten.

“But this is…” You looked at another, took three more steps and looked again. “They’re all keyblades.”

Panic set in. You started to run.

“Terra!” Your voiced bounced back to you, making you a chorus. “Terra!”

“He’s not here.”

You stopped. The voice that had spoken was unfamiliar, but it made your heart stop cold in its tracks. Turning, you saw a boy standing behind you. He was no one you recognized. Dressed head to toe in black, an inscrutable mask covering his face, he could have been anyone. He, too, had a keyblade, a strangely warped-looking one gripped between strong-looking fingers.

“Who are you? How do you know Terra?” you asked. Your own keyblade shone into being and you lifted it into position, ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

The boy only laughed.

Your heart picked up pace again. “Answer me!”

******

“Woo! Come on! Go, Aqua!”

“Ven, I thought you were cheering for me!” you cried.

“I can cheer for both of you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Not for much longer, he can’t,” Aqua cut in.

You ducked another one of Aqua’s swings and stepped backward. After an all-day lesson of trying to figure out blizzard magic, the two of you were supposed to spar–not that Aqua needed any help in the magic department. It was you, one year into your training and still completely confused about magic. As usual, the younger (though still-annoyingly-ahead-in-his-studies) Ventus looked on and cheered each time either of you came close to a blow.

“And why do you say that?” you asked.

“Because I’m almost getting through your guard. Focus, [Name].”

“I am focusing.”

“Oh, really?” Aqua stopped and put her hands at her sides. “Then let’s see some of that magic you were learning earlier.”

“Um…but…”

“Focus is the main way to get your magic going. Come on, you can do it. I know it.”

“But…argh…” You clenched your eyes shut, trying focus on the blizzard inside you. What that meant, you had no idea, but Master Eraqus had said it in the voice he refrained from using except in the case of especially wise nuggets of truth, so it must have been important. “I think–”

Aqua cut you off by tapping your chest lightly with her keyblade. “You have to focus on the battle, too, [Name].”

“Hey, no fair!”

“It was too fair,” Ventus said. “If you need magic in battle, you can’t hope your enemies just sit there politely and wait for you to use it.”

“Unless you have the stop spell,” said Aqua.

“Which is more magic, so that doesn’t really help me,” you grumbled.

They were trying to help, but it was frustrating to watch them continue to advance while you wallowed in your inability to so much as light a candle with your powers. Aqua touched you lightly on the shoulder and gave you an encouraging smile.

“You’ll get it soon, [Name]. I know it.”

You returned her smile gratefully.

“Hey, you guys done yet?” Terra asked, as he strode up to where you and Aqua stood.

She grinned at him as well and gave you a last pat on the shoulder. “We just finished. [Name]’s getting really good.”

“Really?” He looked between the two of you and you looked away. Did he have to rub it in how bad you were? He didn’t have to look so surprised. “Did you win this time?”

“No. Aqua always wins.” You scuffed a line in the dirt with your toe.

“But,” Aqua lifted her voice, “I bet she has the blizzard spell down by the end of the week.”

“That’s great!”

“Sure.”

You trailed off to stare toward the castle. Night had started to fall. All you wanted to do was climb into bed to be a loser on your own. Looking like one in front of Terra was…well, it wasn’t exactly good for your self-esteem.

“Terra, why don’t you help [Name] practice tonight? Maybe she can get it done by morning,” Aqua said.

“That’s a great idea!” Terra agreed.

Your heart gave a great leap, forcing you to look up at your two friends.

Terra grinned, looking more excited than he normally did when it came to extra practice. This was saying something; Terra always took extra practice opportunities. “How about it, [Name]? You want to?”

“U-Um…” On good days, being around Terra made your heart beat faster and your hands grow sweaty. Seeing him like this on a particularly bad one made it even worse. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not! I’ll give you some advice. Maybe Aqua doesn’t do it the same way I do”

“Sounds good!”

“Then let’s go!”

He tore off without a second glance. After a quick, embarrassed smile in Aqua’s direction, you ran after him.

******

The masked boy’s laughter died away. That was the only warning you had before he launched himself forward, weapon gleaming in the sunlight. You lifted your own in response, but he was too quick. He struck, once, twice, again, again, again.

“I don’t owe you an answer. I don’t owe you anything,” he said during this onslaught. “You’re just a newbie Keyblade Knight. All I have to do is kill you, and everything will be so much easier.”

You could feel the blood draining out of your face. It was true. Despite being Aqua’s equal in age, you’d only been training for a handful of years, much less than any of your friends.

“What do you mean?” you panted.

He chuckled again. The sound caused the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “You won’t be around to find out.”

Again he swung and, distracted, you missed your chance to block him. The force of his blow sent you crashing to the ground. Colors swirled in front of your eyes. When they cleared, your opponent had his blade pointed directly at your face.

“I’d ask you if you had any last words, but I doubt they’d be anything interesting,” he said.

“Vanitas!” Someone called.

The boy looked up, moving forward to press you into the ground by your throat with his blade. You swallowed hard. The man moving toward you was one-hundred-percent familiar. You’d thought he’d been missing, but apparently not. Master Xehanort stood right above you.

“What?” Vanitas asked impatiently.

“We don’t have time for you to play with your food,” Master Xehanort said. “Terra will be here any minute.”

“Fine.”

Vanitus lifted his keyblade again. You winced. Would it hurt to die? Would you get to see your master again? The blade drove toward your neck, and you braced yourself for impact when–

“Wait!” Xehanort’s gravelly voice stopped the keyblade instantly.

“What now?”

“Keep her. For her, Terra will open his heart to the darkness completely.”

“For her?” Vanitus shook his head. “Why?”

“Didn’t you see the way he looked at her?” Xehanort moved to your side, and Vanitas withdrew. You almost wished he hadn’t. The pressure on your throat was better than the smirk Xehanort shot down at you.

“Disgusting.” Vanitus turned his veiled face toward you one last time before racing away.

“Terra wouldn’t…” You swallowed and found your voice again. “Terra would never give his heart to the darkness!”

“Stupid girl!” Xehanort said. “Didn’t you see what he did to Eraqus? What could that have been but darkness?”

You could not deny what you saw. You could not deny the radiating purple-black tendrils that formed when Terra started to attack. You could not deny the look on his face. You could not deny Master Eraqus’s crumpled body, lying in front of the castle. But Terra–Terra–

“He was trying to protect Ven!”

“And he destroyed your master in the process! Just one more push, and the boy will be mine!”

******

Two more years passed. Everyone grew, except for Ventus, who seemed like he might never age. You mastered blizzard magic–then thunder and fire–and continued to work with increasing frustration on the cure spell. Master Eraqus grew sterner and sterner, and the days the four of your practiced grew longer and longer.

Then it happened: Terra and Aqua’s Mark of Mastery tests were announced. Three months–three months for the two of them to hone their skills to their peak. Three months to train with no helpful advice from Terra.

You came away from another rough evening of being beaten black and blue by Ventus of all people when it happened.

You spotted Terra in the distance, but made no move to signal him. Ignoring him wasn't exactly what you were doing, but you knew he was busy. The small amount of time he did have to talk to you, you didn’t want him to see you covered in bruises and cuts. The blushing and sweating from before had solidified into a true, hormone-filled crush, and you were loathed to let him nurse it by worrying about you.

“[Name]! Wait!”

Frowning, you turned around. Terra was right behind you, hands on his knees as he gasped for breath.

“I am waiting,” you said blankly. Had Terra been able to move that fast before? That Mark of Mastery training was really something.

“Good,” he said. “Because I have to tell you something.”

“More advice? Because last time you gave me some, I froze Ventus’s hand solid for a week and a half.”

“Not advice.” He shook his head, then suddenly frowned. “But you learned your spell anyway, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m not here to give you advice,” Terra repeated. “It’s just–Well…”

“Is that any way for a soon to be Keyblade Knight to speak?” You smirked and were pleased to get a nervous chuckle out of Terra in response. “Spit it out.”

“Fine…I, uh…it’s just that…I was wondering, can I ask you for some advice?”

“I owe it to you. But I doubt I can help you out with anything.”

“It’s kind of a girl problem.”

“Oh, gee, thanks.”

“Not like that!” he hastened to assure you. “It’s just that, well, I like someone. And I don’t know if I should tell them–her–or…what I should do…you know, with the Mark of Mastery coming up and all.”

Your heart sank. Of course Terra would be speaking about Aqua. Who wouldn’t be in love with Aqua? She was kind, wonderful at her job, and drop-dead gorgeous. You always knew one of the boys would fall in love with them, or both of them.

It took everything in you to force the smile onto your face, but you did. “You should tell her,” you said firmly. “I think you two would go really well with each other.”

Terra looked stunned. “Really?”

“Really,” you said, relieved that your voice hadn't cracked around the tears in your throat. Who cared if Terra liked Aqua? He wouldn’t be around much longer anyway. “Maybe you should go do it now, because–”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Terra had closed the gap between you, tugged you into his chest, and kissed you. When he finally stopped, your head reeled, but you still caught another one Terra’s confident smiles flickering against the backdrop of millions of sparkling worlds.

“[Name], I like you.”

******

Something glinted in the cloudless blue sky: one something, then two, followed by a third. Xehanort followed the sparkling paths with his golden eyes with a perverse smile spreading across his face. When each light disappeared, he turned his attention back to you.

“They’re here.” He grabbed your arm and wrenched you to your feet. “Everything is falling into place. Vanitus!”

“I’m right here.” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell Vanitus was rolling his eyes.

“Good. Let’s go.”

Xehanort half-dragged, half-pushed you across the barren landscape. Twist as you might have, you could not escape his iron grip. All the while, you could practically feel Vanitus’ amusement at how pitiful you were. At one point, you stumbled, but the man kept marching, digging his fingers deep into your skin to keep you coming alongside him.

“[Name]!” Two voices spoke at the same time. Your three friends stood together, looking utterly horrorstruck at finding you there.

“Terra! Aqua!”

You wanted to ask them for help, wanted to demand from Terra the explanation you’d followed him all the way there for. But both of those things seemed shameful. You should have been able to avoid being captured, should have, perhaps, been able to aid your Master.

“[Name]! Why are you here?” It was Terra who spoke, and just seeing his aghast expression made your knees weak.

“She came to see me,” Xehanort rasped. “After seeing your little fight with Eraqus, she thought darkness might be the way for her, too.”

“What?” Aqua gasped.

“He’s lying!” You shook your head frantically. “I used the Paths Between and followed Terra here!” Terra frowned at this, and you shook your head again, even more frantically. “I had to! The Land of Departure is gone, and he…Master Eraqus…”

“I know.”

“Terra, why?”

“We don’t have time for this.” Vanitus summoned his keyblade. “We have a Chi Blade to summon.”

“Quite right. If you chose to believe this weak little girl over me, Master Terra, then so be it,” said Master Eraqus.

“[Name] isn’t weak!” Terra snapped.

“That’s right!” said Aqua.

Each of them, Ventus, Terra, and Aqua ,looked at each other and slammed their fists into the button that activated their armor.

“Come!” Xehanort lifted his hands.

A massive cliff began to rise underneath him, Vanitus, and you. Just as its growth slowed, Xehanort lifted you up to hang you over the edge.

“Goodbye, [Name],” he said. “Too bad you couldn’t have been of more use to me.”

Then he let you go.

You couldn’t help it. You screamed. A smear of brown and gray rushed passed you. Your head snapped forward as it hit a large rock protruding from the cliff. Pain exploded inside you. This time, you were going to die for real. If only you’d got to an answer from Terra as to why he’d done it, why he’d accepted the darkness and used it like that, maybe you’d have felt better. Just as you were certain you were about to smash into the ground, two strong arms caught you.

“Terra!”

He set you on your feet, but you could not see his expression, hidden as it was beneath his armor.

“[Name], are you alright?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about me. I–I was stupid–”

“You’re not stupid. I should have – ”

“We don’t have time for this,” you said, though it broke your heart to say it. “Go. Make sure Aqua and Ven are safe.”

After one last, lingering look, Terra nodded once, then bounded away. It was the last thing you saw, before black devoured the brown surrounding you.

******

“So, your test is tomorrow, huh?”

You found Terra huddled outside at one of the tables Master Eraqus occasionally used for outdoor lessons. Normally, the boy would have been inside by then, but you had a feeling that that night of all nights, he wasn’t bound to get much sleep.

“Yeah,” he answered without looking away from the stars.

You took a seat next to him, drew your knees into your chest, and looked at him. “Nervous?”

He glanced at you. “No…yes.”

“You’re going to do great. After all, you’ve helped me improve, and I’m completely hopeless.”

“Hopeless? Are you kidding? It might take you a while to learn, but you’re good. No one has ever lit the entire library on fire their first time casting a fire spell before.”

“No one has spent an entire month recopying the damaged entries before either.”

Terra laughed. He lifted his arm, wrapped it around your shoulders, drew you close, and looked back up at the sky. “I can’t believe soon I’ll be visiting all those worlds. There are hundreds. Thousands.”

“It is pretty mind boggling,” you agreed. A single butterfly fluttered in your stomach and out your throat in the form of the words you’d been trying so hard not to say: “But I’m going to miss you.”

Terra’s blue eyes widened for a moment, then he buried his face in your hair for a brief moment. When he resurfaced, he spoke. “I’ll miss you, too.”

“Send me lots of letters, okay? With lots of advice. Ventus is terrible at helping me with pretty much anything.”

“I will.”

“Good.” You stood up and gestured for him to follow. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed. You have a test early in the morning, and Master Eraqus isn’t kidding when he wants you up before five.”

“I was afraid of that,” he said as he got to his feet.

As soon as you reached the hallway, he gave you a quick kiss, then went on to his own room. You made to do the same, but were interrupted by your master appearing next to you.

“[Name], a word,” said Master Eraqus.

“Of course,” you said automatically, though it confused and worried you that he was speaking to you so late at night.

“You were out with Terra.”

“Yes.”

“The two of you are…together.”

“Yes.”

Master Eraqus said nothing; he simply stared down the empty hallway where Terra had disappeared. “[Name], I would advise you against that.”

“What? Why?” Your heart thundered in your chest. “Keyblade Knights don’t have to take a vow of celibacy or anything like that. Terra is wonderful.”

Master Eraqus’s face, when you saw it again, was troubled. “I sense darkness in Terra, [Name]. I cannot force you away from him, nor would I if I could. I simply ask you to keep your heart guarded.”

******

When you came to, everything was still. The cliff you’d been dropped off had vanished. In its place sat a crater strewn with pieces of armor and more of the dead, blackened keyblades.

A hopeful bubble in your brain told you the battle was over. Your Wayfinder said Terra, Aqua, and Ven were nowhere to be found.

“Terra? Ven? Aqua?” you called tremulously.

No one answer. You were all alone.

That time, you did not run. A horrible cold settled into your chest. At any moment, you could grab your keyblade and fly to another world, but the Wayfinder did not tug you that way either. Had the magic failed? Did Xehanort win? Had Terra…?

Just then, you spotted a figure in the distance. The familiar gold and red armor clanked as the figure walked, and that clanking echoed all around you. Your heart gave an enormous leap. So the Wayfinder just wasn't working! There was Terra, throwing his keyblade in the air, transforming it, preparing to get on and fly away.

But why would he leave without you?

“Terra!” You sprinted toward him, waving your hands all the while. “Terra!”

He stopped , and soon you were by his side.

“Terra, I was so worried! I thought something terrible had happened to you!”

“I’m fine.”

Those words should have calmed your nerves, but they did not. There was something about his deadened tone, the fact that he refused to look at you that forced your heart to pump ice through your veins.

“Where is Aqua? Ven?” you asked.

“Don’t know.”

“Are you going to look for them?”

“No.”

“Terra?” He didn’t answer. ““But…I trust you.”

Slowly, he got off the keyblade. Just as slowly, he took off his helmet. For a moment he stood there, eyes closed. And then his eyes popped open. You stumbled backward. They were no longer the familiar, warm blue you loved. Now they were cold, golden, more like Master Xehanort’s than the Terra you knew.

“Here’s some general advice.”

That thing leered down at you as he reached for his reformed keyblade. You lifted your arm, gritted your teeth, tried to summon your own–but too late. The edge of Terra’s keyblade slammed into your chest.

Xehanort leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours, but your squelching heart felt nothing. You coughed and tasted blood. He smirked as he drew away.

“Don’t.”

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Black Lagoon Live Reacts

A compilation of discord messages as I watched the entirety of Black Lagoon over the course of ~1 week. CW: racism(?), spend a lot of time talking about nazis and swastikas, also mentions of child trafficking and sexual violence

Bonus: learn a little bit about my time in the US Navy

wow black lagoon's OP's lyrics are… something

Somehow, Revy is not at all how I pictured her being based on AMVs

…. is this SBMA they did mention subic bay…. 🤔

ok I'm just going with my headcanon of this being the philippines it feels right

Also it's kinda weird this is a place I have been to this anime would hit a lot harder had I seen it closer to the time I got out of the navy

weird word choice I mean I'd probably like it a lot more back then

ep1 of black lagoon is over The ED is curious 👀 I will continue more eps later

[someone asked for clarification about what I meant about the "when I got out of the navy" thing]

It was super exciting to see shows that took place in places I've been I have a feeling that outlaw bar is based on SBMA in the philippines https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subic_Bay_Metropolitan_Authority (I guess technically the location is subic bay freeport zone, but we just called it "the sbma" )

We stopped there every deployment to stock up on supplies and it was so dirty that eventually I just stopped getting off the ship because it wasn't worth it

I also really was into any anime that had anything to do with Kyushu, which is where the home port was (Sasebo specifically) I was stationed on an LHD (amphibious assault ship) and our base was shared with JSDF ships We didn't interact with them much, but I went to their cafeteria once

Anyway, it was just cool to be like "Hey I recognize XYZ" in anime Same as anyone noticing their local areas, I assume

It just got extra cool points because "my places" were more "exotic" in relation to my american peers, I guess

Nowadays I have so few emotions it's like "Oh, cool…. anyway" Also it's now 10+ years ago. So it feels kind of dumb to keep holding on to those memories. Especially when it was barely 3 years of my life

ep3 of black lagoon cambodia Another place I've been :heh: just wear the shirt, Rock, you fool

ep4 is about nazis

I wonder if this was intentional.

I just got back from my neighbors They talked for an hour 😩 I am back to ep4 of black lagoon

Idk how many eps I will watch today It seems like a good show but it is again, episodic ok these are clearly nazis They call themselves nazis they heil hitler but their armbands have some symbol other than the swastika

… why bother?

this story continues to ep5 So guess I'll watch that one too ok they specifically mention hitler but they don't actually do the hand motion

they use the iron eagle

eh…. If you want to censor the most offensive parts, then why not use something that is based on nazis instead of actually nazis but with weird symbols? or maybe this is a real symbol I'm unfamiliar with?

oh They just did the hitler salute for real now they're singing some nazi marching song idk if it's real or not but why go through all of this and still not show the swastika?

oop there it is

Revy is supposed to be chinese? wtf doesn't look that at all At least Rock looks japanese-ish starting ep6 ok this is not as episodic as I thought

ep6 is the "die nazi scum" episode

ep7 some lady is editing porn videos lol

yeah you fucking go, Rock! Love this character shift

[someone says: "Black lagoon is weird. Surprisingly philosophical given that it's advertised as dumb action"]

That's surprisingly accurate.

ep 8 of black lagoon Making good time here we've entered the child trafficking episode

[someone mentions having to drop "The Great Pretender" due to a child trafficking arc]

eh it's just one kid and it's not sexual I wonder if the great pretender is worth watching (for me) though

wow revy cleans up good

oh this isn't revy? :skeptical:

ep9 of black lagoon has been started

ep12 I love how multi-cultural this show is This ep is pretty racist though 😂

lmao boob sweat man I'm flying through these eps I guess that means I like the series I was going to start ep 13 but actually 12 was a good stopping point so guess I'll go to bed instead Bed being mindlessly scrolling through reddit til sleep comes, that is

I'm watching black lagoon ep 13 now grey haired twin kids who might be incestuous? Oh hey Thailand yet another place I've been

ep14 they shot the dogs 😔 we've reached the sexual child trafficking plot

One of the random side characters sounds like bender from futurama and that's a bit weird

ep15 wow 2 grown women who are bounty hunters / mercs and super strong split up and one of them flips out about how she can't walk to her car alone lmao what

alright so Black Lagoon actually mostly takes place in Thailand near the border of Cambodia and not SBMA at all. So of course I immediately assumed Pattaya just because that's where I've been lmao and basic google searching says I'm not far off. Black Lagoon takes place in a fictional city named Roanapur and it has a big buddha statue. Reddit claims the main theories of the location this is based on is Chanthaburi or Trat. One reddit user says that buddha statue is probably Hua Laem Pagoda, which is about 2 hours from Pattaya :wheeze: Man I really wish I watched this anime closer to my Navy time What would Navy me say about this show? this ep really is… a lot a bit too real with the horrors of child trauma :(

Oh the ED changed instead of Revy leaving her boots behind It's a girl in a nightgown oh it's the twins how sad :( ep16 time to counterfeit USD "What is it witht his city? Everyone looks so damn shady" haha Oh, sweet summer child. That's just Southeast asia lmao "Mister elvis"

oh hey the blonde nun with the sunglasses is voiced by the owl witch VA in owl house

LOTTON THE WIZARD :wheeze: (and of course he's got gray hair) ep17 the nun's name is eda how coincidental with owl house 😂

"That room's worked the last 4 times out of 7!" Ah ha A perfect 4/7 score heh

this show has a ton of strong ladies and no obvious fan service Except this episode This side character has had so many random panty shots ep 18 the localization in this is great 😂

lmao lotton the wizard is just as stupid as the name implies Love how that joke paid off WHAT A TWIST bullet proof jacket stupid american damaging the engine of the boat he's on in the middle of the goddamn ocean

ep20 lmao, of course its Roppongi

ok I think I'm done with black lagoon for the night idk if I want to go to bed yet but I'm kinda over black lagoon for now

I really don't feel like watching anything right now but I realized tomorrow is my last day of freedom before my parents come back for a month so I kind of have to finish the show now or else I most likely won't finish it at all so here we go with ep 21 of black lagoon oh this is scarred lady's flashback/backstory ep

ep22 dumb girl who's never seen danger is convinced she's strong enough to lead a band of yakuza unsurprisingly, she gets captured and starts to realize how out of her depth she is when they argue about how they're gonna rape her

Hell yeah Revy shows idiot man how much of a weak bitch he is YuGiOh's Tristan uses katana to slice bitch ass's gun IN HALF More news at 11

schoolgirl calling Rock OUT she decides to stay in the dark world and stick with the yakuza boss thing I wonder if she'll show up later ep23 scarred lady has been trying to take over japan It seems to be working looks like schoolgirl is going to stay in the picture for the next few episodes at least

really don't know what to think about Rock's whole identity crisis thing part of me wants to say he's a fool but the other part wants to say "he's 14 and this is deep" we're on ep 24 now out of 29

…. I've decided rock is an idiot

ok rock is an idiot but at least he's not completely delusional like Yukio/schoolgirl damn she killed herself the ED changed to rock music lol

I have 4 eps of black lagoon left but I am absolutely not feeling it There's just no urge to finish, no specific thing I am waiting to learn about or see happen Unless I force myself to finish today, I am 99% sure I will never pick it up again

finally starting ep25 of black lagoon Let's see if I finish this today

they should make some kind of gun maid anime they really honed in on a niche here

ep 27 grey haired wizard dude is back and he is absolutely stupid and I love him

oh no she's gonna kill the boy 😭 roberta's story is the most captivating of this series ep28 oh he got saved… lmao the wolf sounds for her LOL just kick grey haired guy right in the balls like nothing and continue on

ep29! the last one wow a revy flashback That was… something this play is falling apart I distinctly remember the major taking the gun back from the kid in the previous episode

I don't know what's going to happen here but I assume it's going to be a horrifying blood bath of all parties ewwwwww her finger

…. alright I might be too dumb to get the ending so I am just left disappointed and confused buuut I finished it So there's that, I guess

#black lagoon #black lagoon live reacts #live reacts #sqreacts

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Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

#obey me headcanons #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #headcanon

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marriage? || p!bench trio x reader

request: Ok ok this might be confusing, but what if reader was with ranboo and tubbo in their platonic marriage (not officially but still there) and they’re always ignored and left out so they starts spending more time with Tommy and like they decide to get married but platonically and it just ends in Tommy fluff

note: also let me preface, i know the tommy hating ranboo is a bit but uhh let me make this kinda angsty okay :D

pretend that this is for character/lore stuff

pronouns: they/them

warnings: uhmm none | angst to fluff ish

edited by: @sleepysoupi

it had been the three of you since day one, the iconic platonic marriage trio. always together, interacting on streams, platonically flirting on twitter, and never once letting the smile slip from your faces. there wasn’t a soul on the smp that didn’t know about your little trio.

or so you thought.

day by day, you felt the two of them slip away. they shifted, ever so slightly. their relationship became different. stronger, deeper, more connected. without you.

they had adopted a son. they hired someone to build their mansion. they called daily, and for hours on end.

of course they had invited you, you were one of their partners in the platonic marriage. nonetheless, it felt so wrong. so out of place.

you started to slip away from the two, just being around them made your stomach feel sick.

it wasn’t as if they noticed anyway, no one did.

unbeknownst to you, tommy watched it all happen from a distance. he empathized, he knew. he understoof the pain you were going through, he too watched his own best friend slip away to ranboo.

he didn’t want you to go down your own sad path, so he decided to reach out.

tommyinnit: y/n vc 2

*y/n joins the call*

“hey tommy! what’s up?” “y/n lets hang out” “okayy- what do you want to do” “i was thinking- and you know what? we need another tower! made out of cobblestone!” “we have like four of those-” “but i want ANOTHER”

as the days went on, tommy slowly started talking to you more, eventually to the point you joined each other’s streams without having to ask.

“and so- oh hey y/n!” “hey tommy!”

“HHAAHA TOMMY YOU’RE AN IDIOT-” “NO- SHUT UP”

you would be lying if you said tommy didn’t cheer you up. he brought you lots of laughs, distracting you from your troubling thoughts. he made you feel welcome, like you weren’t intruding.

ranboo and tubbo had noticed your interactions as well. they weren’t blind, but they wanted to have whatever made you happy. they tried to reach you, but they were too scared to break your fun. so they watched from a distance, smiling with regret dripping from their teeth. they felt guilty- had they made you feel awful enough to make you leave?

whilst laughing along with tommy and his antics, he suggests something.

“y/n- maybe we should get platonically married”

pausing slightly, you thought of ranboo and tubbo.

they wouldn’t mind, right? i haven’t even talked to them in a while..

“we should- you’re now my platonic husband” “LET’S GO- platonic marriage pog”

the two of you enjoyed messing around and hanging out on the smp, avoiding badboyhalo and sam so you wouldn’t get caught.

“y/n let’s go over here and- oh..”

in your line of vision, came the very two bee and boo themselves.

ranboo: “oh hey y/n! hello tommy!” y/n: “hi guys..” tubbo: “so what have you been up to?” tommy: “oh you know, making towers, uhm getting platonically married-” tubbo: “you got what?” y/n: “tommy-”

ranboo and tubbo turned to one another, knowing they had to say something and avoiding the conversation that the three of you were too scared to address.

ranboo: “y/n, we’re sorry.” tubbo: “yea- we didn’t mean to make you upset, we saw you happier with tommy and we didn’t want to say anything.” ranboo: “we miss you. a lot” tubbo: “we didn’t realize how much we left you out till you stopped hanging out with us- we wanted to make you this really cool room in the mansion, and it's not done but... it's there for you when you want to come visit.”

the apology was very sweet, and although it was a bit shocking, you couldn’t help but feel happiness bubble in your throat. you couldn’t be too mad at them, after all they were your best friends. they had also realized their mistake, rather than asking you what they did wrong and playing the victim card.

y/n: “awh, thanks guys, i’ll accept the apology, i missed you guys as well- why don’t we all get married!” tommy: “what?? no- the fuck i’m not getting married to ranboo” tubbo: “why nottt :(”

you couldn’t help but giggle, loving the four of you together without awkwardness as an invisible partner that hung out alongside you.

an: sorry this wasn’t as much tommy fluff, i felt like bench trio as a whole was a little better

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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How to spiral out of control [Simpbur x reader]

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

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

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

Words: 5K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

Never him, never just him.

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

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

His childhood best friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wilbur, I should really get off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another day Wilbur, another day.”

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

Then there was the wall incident.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who are you talking to?

Who are you seeing?

Who is so much more important than him?

Hadn’t he always been there for you?

Hadn’t he always stayed?

You owe him.

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

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

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

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

His heart aching. His anger festering. His-

“Sure.”

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

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

You asked him for help, so he will help.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something you never thought you would regret.

But oh, how you did. How you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he seems to stay. Wilbur always stays.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was easily his favourite video.

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

Which is where he found the clip of you changing.

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

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

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

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

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

“Wilbur?”

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

“Will why are you making so much noise?”

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

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

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

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

Jared has to go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He serves another.

And then another drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wilbur curses under his breath.

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

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

Okay. Okay. Okay.

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

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

He has to go.

Wilbur reminds himself.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, it’s locked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will, is that Jared’s shoes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

He did it.

He actually fucking did it.

He isn’t useless.

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

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

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

Wilbur suddenly loves phone calls.

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

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

A group of men in blue uniforms greets him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They never found the cameras.

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

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

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More Renga brainrot because that's all I do! - Pet names edition!

Langa calls Reki his Sunshine, but he says it in English to Reki doesn't get it. And Langa starts calling him Sunshine before they start dating so Reki doesn't click that it's a pet name

At first, Langa only uses Sunshine to refer to Reki when he's just talking to himself, mostly when he's tired or his head and heart are just fluttering with Reki Reki Reki

The first time Langa slips up, he's with his mom. They're out shopping, one of the rare occasions when they spend time together.

Nanako is going on about how she wishes she made more traditional Japanese dishes and meals, but she's so used to making western food that she never has any ideas of what to make or how they never taste the way she really wants them to when she does makes dishes from her childhood. Langa is nodding along - Nanako is used to her son being silent - but then he's talking so her full attention is on her son, especially when he's saying things like "I could always ask Sunshine's mom how she makes [insert whatever dish]"

There's a silence, then Langa feels the panic build up in him. "Wait! No! I mean Reki's mom! Not-!" Langa's biting the inside of his cheeks, so embarrassed. Nanako is grinning and she will be asking more about this whole "Sunshine" situation, to Langa's disenchantment

Langa is pretty good with concealing the whole thing, especially when he's only speaking Japanese. But it happens, he does slip up around Reki. It's after an especially thrilling yet exhausting night at S. Both as sweaty and tired, ready to crash, but Langa is hungry because he just burned so much energy. His mind is a blissful haze, somewhere between Japanese and English. That's how he ends up casually asking something along the lines of "Wanna go get burgers, Sunshine?"

He nearly doesn't catch his own words, and he wouldn't have thought twice if it wasn't for Reki looking at him in confusion. Panic once again. Because this time it's not his mom, it's not a stranger, it isn't in his head and heart. He called Reki Sunshine to his face. Reki was sunshine, yes, but saying it, it makes things real. It's putting his feelings out there for everyone to see. It's admitting to Reki that he thinks about him a little too much, a little too intensely, a little more than just platonically

But Reki is oblivious, because it's Reki. Reki who doesn't understand English. Reki who has a thousand nicknames for Langa. So for Reki, Sunshine is just Langa's equivalent of dude but in English, so he doesn't mind at all. And Langa is both extremely relieved and extremely frustrated

After that, Langa only uses Sunshine when he's praising Reki. It's unconscious, really, but it's fitting. And in a way, it's telling Reki he loves him, it's telling Reki that he loves him so much, enough to be giving him pet names. Reki is his summer sunshine, his morning sun, his light, but only in English. Langa can't quite say it in Japanese, in a language Reki understands. That's too much. Langa isn't ready to admit his feelings. Langa isn't ready to confess, not yet. Maybe never, but he is ready to call Reki his Sunshine in a language he's truly comfortable in

And this goes on for a while. Months of a secret pet name. Until Reki is getting ready for a race against Miya. No high stakes, probably something dumb like loser has to do the other's homework of choice (obvs it has to be reasonable, not like a whole essay or asking a middle schooler to do something he doesn't know like advanced math or whatever). Reki and Miya are bickering and teasing each other, friendly trash talk as they're used to at S. At least until Langa is coming along, wishing his Sunshine good luck. Reki grins because Langa is good luck to him. Miya is gapping.

"Sunshine? That's so gross, you slime! Of all the pet names you could choose, you go with Sunshine? And you didn't bother telling me you two are dating? How long have you been hiding it?"

Langa feels his whole insides twist. His heart stops. He feels sick. Miya is staring between the two. Reki is staring at him, frozen. Everything is wrong. This is not how Langa wanted this to go. This isn't how he wanted Reki to learn about-!

"Langa?" Reki's hand is squeezing Langa's arm. "Langa, you good man?" Reki is crouched down next to Langa. Reki - Langa can see the panic in his eyes, the uncertainty, the anxiety - is pushing all his own feelings aside, acting brave for Langa. Langa who never felt this overwhelmed until now.

Obviously, at this point, the race is postponed, Joe, Cherry, even Shadow, having gathered around to see what was happening. Miya is apologizing, but mostly unsure of what he did wrong. At least, he doesn't know until Reki is snapping back, big amber eyes staring the boy down and telling him that he isn't dating Langa. And Langa's heart tightens in his chest.

Joe is the one to clear the crowd, pushing everyone away to give Langa and Reki space. Cherry stays behind, but as soon as the two are calm enough, he gives them a curt nod before walking off.

The silence is thick and awkward, and Langa wants to die on the spot. He can't face Reki. Reki wasn't supposed to know about the pet name in the first place!

But then Reki's hand is on his, his smile soft, his eyes... Deep amber and looking at him in a way Reki's never looked at him. There's something in Reki's expression that makes Langa's stomach flip, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Hey, man, you good?" "I'm sorry." "What? Why?" "I shouldn't have..." "Is this about the whole Sunshine thing?" Langa nods. "Don't worry 'bout it, dude. And I mean, it's not mean. You're allowed."

That's when Langa notices it, the way Reki's thumb is rubbing his knuckles, the way Reki's looking at him, a light blush making his face glow, every freckle like a star against a sunset. That's why Reki is Langa's sunshine. Because he's beautiful, he's calming, he's the end of the day, the time to wind down and relax. Reki is a continual golden hour, with his grin and shiny eyes

It's now or never, Langa knows that. It's now or he'll have to die with that knowledge. It's now or Langa will never have another shot to see this beautiful view ever again

"I like you. I like you so much, Reki."

Langa feels Reki tense up, his fingers going rigid against Langa's. Langa sees how Reki's eyes widen, his shoulders freezing midbreath. But then he's grinning. And laughing. And nodding.

"Yeah, man? You mean it?" Langa nods hesitantly. "Man, aw, dude! That's- Yeah, yeah, okay, man. I mean- Aw, dude, this is so much harder than I thought... Of course you make it sound so easy to say, but like, man! Langa, dude, I like you too!"

Reki is grinning, wider than Langa's ever seen. So bright, like the Sunshine that he is. And at that moment, Langa almost blurts out that he loves him. (He has more self-control than that. One step at a time)

Reki refuses to let go of Langa's hand after that. They don't talk about what that means quite yet, what they are now, since they're still at S and it's noisy and this is a conversation they should probably have on their own, but Reki doesn't let go of Langa's hand and Langa takes that as a win in his book. Especially when Reki is pulling him up, dragging him back to their friends

Miya's got his hands stuffed in his pockets, not quite wanting to talk to the two, probably embarrassed about all the commotion he caused (he also probably got scolded by Cherry and Joe). He's only pulled out of his teenage pouting when Reki is ruffling his hair, reminding him that they had a beef

Both get ready for the race, everyone's spirits lifted once more. And Reki is especially pumped now. He's just missing one thing: his good luck charm

"C'mon! Say it! Please?" "But I said it before." "Say it again, please Langa?" "Fine, fine. Good luck, Sunshine. I believe in you."

And with the rush of adrenaline that hangs in the air at S, Langa finds the confidence to press a kiss to Reki's cheek, whispering "good luck, Reki" into the warm skin. There's an explosion of cheers and screams but Reki doesn't have time to linger onto the sensation of Langa's lips pressed to his cheek because the lights are already going, the race about to start

Edit: just a reminder that there is a fic version of this that can be found here!

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Hello! I couldn’t find a the rules for requesting so If I break any here I am sorry! ^^

May I request Byakuya, Mondo and Aoi with mtf ultimate strategist? It can be nsfw and or sfw! Whatever you you want!

I understand if you can’t/don’t want to write this!

Please hydrate and practice selfcare! 💕

Aoi Asahina, Byakuya Togami, and Mondo Owada x MTF!UltimateStrategist!Reader

You people are so freaking nice to me! Omfg! When people request like this it makes me so happy!! Thank you anon!

Anyways I should mention that although I am on the trans spectrum, I am not MTF and I apologize if I say anything wrong in these headcanons. Almost everything that is in this fic that has to do with those kinds of issues are all things I've heard from trans women that I am friends with. If I say something wrong please let me know and I will edit accordingly. Thanks so much, lovelies!!!

TW: Mentions of trans panic and anxiety

AOI ASAHINA

♡ Thinks your ultimate talent is so freakin cool and that you’re so smart!!

♡ You first met when Aoi had a really big swimming competition. Even though she was and is the best swimmer in her age group, she was going against some really great swimmers and Hina worried that she could lose her title if she lost.

♡ Every day she trained with Sakura but she still couldn’t beat her own record. Without any options, Aoi asked you, the ultimate strategist. You were already ahead on the schedule you made for your schoolwork, so you figured you’d help your classmate out.

♡ After doing research on swimming techniques and watching Aoi swim for multiple hours, you helped her until finally, she beat her record by five seconds.

♡ You went to the competition and she beat her record once more. It was nice to see that your hard work paid off, but more than that, watching Aoi celebrate her achievements was one of the cutest things you had ever seen.

♡ After that happened, Aoi treated you to donuts as a thank you. You were on your way out when she turned to you, her face nearly as red as her jacket.

♡ “Y/N…” Aoi said as she turned. “I think I like you!” She said dramatically all at once. You paused, surprised and smiled.

♡ “Yeah me too.”

♡ “Wait… WHAT?! LIKE REALLY? Like… LIKE-LIKE?”

♡ She’s so cute omfg!!

♡ ALSO, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR ULTIMATE THIS IS JUST A PERK OF DATING HINA: DOUBLE DATES WITH SAKURA AND KENSHIRO (actually I’m pretty sure he died so rip him lmao)

♡ Eventually, you decide to tell her that you’re transgender. You’re so scared to tell Aoi. What if she finds out and doesn’t want to be with you anymore?

♡ “Hey Hina, I have something that I really need to tell you.” You told her, voice shaking.

♡ “Uh, okay.” She responded, slightly nervous. You waited for her to sit down next to you in bed and parted your lips while avoiding Aoi’s gaze.

♡ “I’m… I’m transgender.” You sighed and clenched your eyes, scared of her response.

♡ “Oh. That’s it?”

♡ “(⊙O⊙)”

♡ SHE FULLY ACCEPTED YOU! AND WOULDN’T SHE YOU’RE AMAZING!!

♡ “Y/N all that matters is that you're happy. It’s awesome that you could become the person you were meant to be like that. I’d never ever stop loving you over something like that. You’re the best girlfriend I could ask for.”

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

♡ Didn’t care much for you at first.

♡ When you were first introduced and he heard what your ultimate was he was like:

♡ RUDE (｡+･`ω･´)

♡ “Ultimate strategist? How painfully ordinary. *rich bitch laughter*”

♡ As the school year progresses though, he starts to gain interest in you when you were able to take his number one spot on the class rank. Homie was not laughing then. The whole situation did spike his interest in you.

♡ ‘How could I allow a plebian surpass me?’ He thought

♡ He was taking it personally as hell.

♡ After that, he started talking to you. At first, he was trying to figure you out. Byakuya believed that if he was able to learn more about you he could pull the rug out from under you and eventually take back his place on top. You had no clue of course.

♡ Over time though, he begins to warm up to you.

♡ You were spending some time with Byakuya in the library. He was reading and you were discussing a publishing schedule that you had made for Toko with her. Byakuya glances up.

♡ “As humorous as I find your face to be, I’m tired of looking at you, get out of my sight.” Toko’s head shot up.

♡ “Hehe! M-master said I’m H-h-humorous!” She giggled, Toko looked at you. “Come on! D-don’t m-m-m-make Master Byakuya repeat h-h-himself! Shoo! Let’s g-go!”

♡ “I wasn’t referring to her. You. Leave.”

♡ “Huh? Y-y-y-you only want…”

♡ “Now.” He snapped. Toko stood still for another moment and then sighed pathetically. She walked out while glaring at you and muttering under her breath.

♡ “It’s not your responsibility to manage her schedule. You’re welcome, for getting her out of your hair.” Byakuya said, without looking up from his book.

♡ “Thanks but I really don’t mind doing it.” You chuckled. Byakuya scoffed.

♡ “How ludicrous. With a talent like yours, you should find a better way to spend your time.” You said nothing, wondering how to respond.

♡ “Byakuya, listen, I understand that Toko makes you uncomfortable. If it would make you feel better, I can try to help her away from the library.” You smile. Byakuya says nothing. After getting no response the smile leaves your face and you begin to stand.

♡ “Wait.” You stand in place and whip around. Byakuya was now standing. “Y/N, please don’t leave. I know I don’t show it often but I truly appreciate your company. If I’m to be honest, I never want to be without you.” He walked forward until he was standing perfectly before you.

♡ “Byakuya…” You smiled at him. “I feel the same way!” You said with a giggle. Byakuya stared at you, a blush moving across his face, and finally, his expression mirrored on your face. With no warning, Byakuya pulled you into a tight embrace.

♡ “I’ve truly never felt this way, Y/N. I’m sorry, I treated you the way I did in the past. If anybody at this school deserves to be apart of the Togami family, it’s you, my darling.”

♡ EWWWWWWWWW

♡ THAT SELF PRAISING LITTLE BITCH.

♡ I say that like this is canon lmao.

♡ Coming out to him was hard. There was no way of telling how he would react. You did it over text because you were scared of seeing his reaction in person… The following was what ensued:

♡ 4:30

♡ Y/N: Hey babe, I need to tell you something.

♡ Byakuya: What is it dear? Please hurry I need to go into a meeting.

♡ Y/N: Okay… I just wanted to tell you that I’m transgender. When I was born everyone thought I was a boy but I wasn’t and I felt like I should tell you before our relationship goes any further.

♡ 4:45

♡ Y/N: Hello?

♡ 5:00

♡ Y/N: I understand if you’re mad just please say something.

♡ 5:15

♡ Byakuya: I’m sorry, as soon as I sent my last text I had to go in for the meeting.

♡ Y/N: Oh! Thank goodness! I thought you were mad at me!!

♡ Byakuya: Why would I be mad over something like that?

♡ Y/N: Well that seems like something that I should have told you when we got together.

♡ Byakuya: That changes absolutely nothing. I’m not entitled to that information and you had every right not to tell me if you felt unsafe doing so. Still, I can’t tell you just how happy I am that you trusted me enough to share this with me. You are the love of my life and anyone who would give you up for what’s between your legs is an imbecile. I love you, my dear.

♡ Jk he’s trans and gay and violently transphobic and homophobic. I wish Jeff Bezos was real.

MONDO OWADA

♡♡♡ FINALLY MY BOY!! MY SWEET BABY MONDO!!! ♡♡♡

♡ You met him when he was looking to get better at racing. He kind of laid off doing that sort of thing when he lost his brother, but he decided to try and do it one more time when a rival gang leader challenged him.

♡ Much like Aoi, he feared that he would lose his title as the ultimate biker gang leader, so Taka suggested that he thought more about his strategy rather than just his speed.

♡ Originally he brushed the idea off, but when he found that he was losing his skill, he got desperate.

♡ “Hey! You!” He called to you.

♡ “Huh?! Me?” You jumped.

♡ “Who else?! Listen, you’re the ultimate strategist right?!” He yelled, seemingly without realizing. Horrified, you nod. Mondo grins. “Good! I need your help! Come talk to me later!” Mondo saunters off proudly.

♡ Why am I in love with him again?

♡ You meet after school and begin talking and planning. You discover that one of the main reasons for the bike being slow is the weight of the bike so, instead of riding his usual bike, he opted for one of his gang member's.

♡ After he wins the race, you run over to Mondo and jump into his arms. All fear that you originally had of him was gone. You trusted him completely. Still, you felt bad hugging him without his permission and were about to pull away until you saw his happy expression and felt his arms wrapping around you even tighter.

♡ The two of you pulled away and you gazed into each other's eyes. Moments later, he can’t hold back anymore.

♡ “Y/N, can I kiss you?” He asked. You pause and then nod, just as you had done before.

♡ Hehehehehehe sorry, it’s fluffier than the others because Mondo is the bestest boy hehehe! Okay back to our regularly scheduled program.

♡ He legit doesn’t know anything gender other than the bullshit our heteronormative school system teaches us all so you had to educate him. (This is hella ironic because I headcanon him as transmasc)

♡ Once again you tell him over text because… Mondo is very intimidating and unfortunately trans panic exists soooo…

♡ Out of the three characters though… This one is probably the one that you expected the least… Just… Just read:

♡ Y/N: Mondo… I have something that I need to tell you. To be honest I’m really scared to do this because I don’t know how you’ll respond.

♡ Mondo: U can tell me anything babe wht is it

♡ Y/N: I’m transgender

♡ Mondo: …

♡ Mondo: … K I’m not sure why u would want to be a boy since ur so cute as a girl but whatever makes you happy.

♡ … Mondo I love you but you are so fucking dumb sometimes.

♡ You explain to Mondo that what you meant was that you were assigned male at birth and later realized you were female.

♡ After you explained everything he was totally alright with it. Not only that but he fully supported you! If you’re open about your identity and anyone tries giving you a hard time he’ll go into attack mode. And if anyone has the balls to hurt you for it they are fucking dead. No one is going to hurt a hair on his princess' head.

♡ Imma be honest with you it rhymed

♡ Love you C:

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