#i played the first game and it slowly turned into a dating sim. i walked into this one expecting the same. my boyfriend is dead.

[naydralikessoup]

"you can let it kill the prosecutor in you or you can let it help you grow" "prosecutor edgeworth chooses death" "you effectively killed the prosecutor in him" IM LOSING MY MIND

[jaysswlvrr]

Never Have I Ever | Jake Sim

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪"you sure you a virgin, baby?"

synopsis: You play a game called 'Never Have I Ever' a popular TV show with a cute boy named Jake in hopes of finding your true love. During the game, he figures out some cute things about you.

Your a... virgin?

warnings: protected sex,(FINALLY, I MADE IT HAPPEN), kissing, biting, make-outs, jake and y/n are famous but not k-pop way (like tiktokers or smth), you really trust each other, pet names ?, little degrading, and size kink scattered everywhere if u squint <3, mature topic and jokes, y/n is a virgin but she like INexperienced, you get me?

{☆} I don't like this so i might delete it if you guys don't like it.🤷🏽‍♀️

As you impatiently settled into your seat, the camera set pulled a thumbs-up. Your heart was racing with anticipation, and you couldn't wait for the show to begin. You felt the cameras flash and suddenly, your attention was diverted as a tall, handsome boy entered the room. His smile was infectious, and you feel drawn to him. As he walked over to his seat, you found yourself stealing glances in his direction.

"Hey, I'm Jake", he says and sticks out his veiny hands for a handshake. You smile and extend your hand, introducing yourself as "y/n". His hands are big and pretty compared to yours, which are small and neatly painted. His hands feel warm and soft as you shake them.

You were each given cards with questions to ask each other. If a question was too personal, the person would take a shot of a strong drink instead. The hope was that these shots would lead to revealing secrets unintentionally.

Which wasn't needed for you two.

#take 1

It has been about 20 minutes into the game, and you and Jake are really getting along[!]

It seems like you two connected straight away and wouldn't stop trying to make the other one blush. You even managed to sneak a hand under his thigh and caught him looking a bit too long, down your chest.

#take 2

"Never have I ever had a wet dream about someone I liked" he puts his hand on his chin, pretending to think. He writes on his board 'Not yet' and you question him.

"I'm probably going to have some about you tonight", he bites his lip, surprising you with his words. You cover your face, which is turning bright red, with your hands. Now it's his turn to laugh at you.

'ok last question !'

You squeal silently in your seat, kicking your feet as you start speaking again. "Never have I ever had proper sex" you laugh as if you don't know the answer.

"Well, I have" he sits up from his seat, cocking a brow as if he was asking you something "have you?".

Your face slightly burns up as you look down "No.."

Oh, he found you so cute, almost popped a boner. You were just so perfect, short, tiny, pretty, adorable, and most importantly, a virgin.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched you have a moment of shock.

The room lit up with bright lights as 'victory' music played. You guys had won the game, and you were awarded the title of the cutest couple on the show.

You were both stood up, and you looked at him as he intertwined ur fingers slowly walking off the set.

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Oh, flip. You are having your first date with Jake, and you're trembling, not confident like you always are. You have gotten your nails done with French tips, and it's making it worse, as you can't get a stand of hair pulled back.

You curse to yourself, about to throw a tantrum while rushing to find a hairbrush, but it's okay; y/n always wins in the end.

You let out a loud huff as you looked at yourself again, practising different smiles for when you see him. Finally, you leave your house, enter your Uber, and reach the café in under 10 minutes.

I couldn't finish it right now, but obviously..

part 2?

(ill tag you if you reblog and comment!)

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt. 4

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter four

 -Attack Of The Lady Manger!-

 The entire host club was dressed in samurai attire, the guests swooned and sighed, Hikaru and Kaoru annoying Haruhi, while Tamaki fussed over her.

With Y/n and Kyoya watching from the sidelines.

  It all felt like the usual formula for the club. 

However a new face comes to disturb the balance.

 A dirty blonde girl peeked through the club's door, her brown doe eyes staring at the club. Of course this doesn’t come unnoticed.

  “Looks like the host club has a brand new guest.” The twins walk towards the girl.

  “-come on in. What are you waiting for?” Kaoru, and Hikaru both hold red roses towards the girl.

  “Watching from afar is no fun.” Hikaru cooed.

 “Please miss?” They spoke in unison, then came Tamaki, sauntering towards them.

 “Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first time guest?” Tamaki now holds a similar rose towards the girl as well.

  “Please, you don’t have to be afraid, my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran host club!”

  “No! Don’t touch me! You’re a phony!” The girl shirked.

  “Uh… What do you mean, I’m a phony?” Tamaki was quite shocked at the girl.

  “Just what I said, you’re a phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club! You shouldn’t spread your love so easily like that, are you stupid! You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You’re incompetent! You’re a commoner! You’re disgusting!” She spoke, each word stabbing deeper each time. He began slowly falling in dramatic fashion.

  “He's created a new technique!” Hikaru spoke.

  “-one man slow motion.”

  Kyoya looks at the girl.

 “I don’t suppose you are-“

She rushes over to kyoya nearly pushing over Y/n, just to get to him.

  “Ah! It’s you, Kyoya! Oh how I’ve longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming.” She dreamily spoke, leaving an array of shock and confusion amongst the group.

  “Hold on, finance?” Y/n turned to look at Kyoya, who held little reaction.

 “Of course. My name is Renge Houshakuji! And I’m transferring into Ouran academy’s first year, class A, tomorrow,” 

 Tamaki is now crouching in a corner.

 “Why is he sulking?” Hikaru questioned.

  “Because mommy was keeping a secret from daddy.” Kaoru simply responded.

 “Why does everyone keep referring to us like we’re husband and wife?” Kyoya spoke ignoring the pressing issue at hand, or rather next to him.

  “Because you guys are.” Y/n spoke, glaring at Renge.

 “Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn’t resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one was looking. How sweet it was when you reached out to help that poor little injured kitten.” She spoke starry eyed, leaving the host club more confused.

 Y/n was weirdly familiar of the story but couldn’t yet place where.

“She serious.” The twins said, losing belief in Renges tale.

 “Could you have the wrong person?” Haruhi found it hard to believe Kyoya would do anything of the sort.

  “No way! I could recognize my love anywhere! He’s a gentle man, who’s kind to everyone and doesn’t ask for anything in return! He likes solitude, but he in fact sometimes does get lonely.” She ranted, while the twins grew more shocked.

 “He looks like the star of a popular dating sim, Uki-Doki Memorial! You’re a real life Ichijo Miyabi!” She pointed to Kyoya.

  “Otaku?” Tamaki muttered.

“Oh that’s why it’s so familiar! I loved playing that game-…” Y/n spoke in excitement.

 “Ahem, I mean… I’ve heard of the game.” He spoke looking to the side.

 “Not you too.” Hikaru spoke towards Y/n.

 “I get it now you're in love with the character.” Kyoya began looking blandly at the girl.

 “You’re projecting that love onto me and you’ve somehow believed it yourself that somehow we’re engaged. I assume this Miyabi character also wears glasses as well.” He spoke, a sense of relief that fell over the club.

 “So she made it up. You’re not really her fiancée, right?”  Tamaki looked towards Kyoya.

 “Well no, I don’t remember ever asking for her hand in marriage. Besides, this is the first time I’ve ever met this woman.” 

 Renge speaks to Kyoya ignoring the rest of the club.

 “According to my research, I understand that you’re in charge of  managing the club. Is that true kyoya?” 

 “That’s right! Kyo-chan is our director!” Honey spoke.

“You’re the club’s director, that's perfect! Oh wow I’ve always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business!” She excitedly moved around.

  “We don’t advertise. We’re just a host club.” The twins blandly spoke.

 “We probably should, shouldn’t we?” Y/n turned to look at twins.

 “I’ve made up my mind from now on I’m gonna be the manager of this host club!” Renge spoke, with the annoyance of the twins.

 Y/n moves to kyoya.

“Uh hey, listen kyoya.” 

Kyoya looks at Y/n before continuing writing in his black notebook.

 “Miss Houshakoji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client, so please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?” Kyoya answered.

 Y/n hums in agreement.

“Well boys, I can’t wait to work with you!”

The next day rolls around, and everyone is now back at The club.

 “I thought about it last night and maybe having a lady manager isn’t such a bad idea.” Tamaki spoked.

 “Why do you say that?” The twins asked.

 “Well it’s fairly obvious isn’t it? Renge just transferred into the same class as Haruhi. So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around it could bring out the female within her. Renge’s girlish ere of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi’s own sense of femininity.” Tamaki rants.

 “Good grief.” The twins sighed at the prince's antics.

 “Now’s a chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side. This is an important project, men! She doesn’t have any friends in class right now, except for those two shady twins. That’s no good for her!” Tamaki goes on unwantedly.

 “It feels like I’m talking to my mother.” Y/n muttered.

 “Like you have room to talk!” The twins look like they’re gonna fight.

A voice booms across the club.

 “Hey everyone!” Renge yells, holding a container.

 “You’ll be happy to know that your new manager, Renge, has baked all of you some cookies!” She spoke gleefully.

 Y/n turns to Renge.

“Oh swee-“

Tamaki buts in.

“Ah! Isn’t she ladylike! I’m so moved by your generosity.” 

“I didn’t bake these cookies for you phony prince!” She scolded Tamaki, before rushing towards Kyoya.

 “I’m sorry I burnt them a little bit. I did the best I could, and I already know what you’re gonna say!” She spoke before daydreaming of her dating sim.

 Honey grabbed a cookie while Renge was distracted, and took a bite.

 “She wasn’t kidding, these cookies are really burned.”

Mori immediately took the cookie from honey.

 “Don’t eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you.”

 Renge yells in embarrassment, scaring the small blonde.

 Among the chaos Haruhi takes a cookie as well and eats it.

 “They’re not bad at all, they’ve got a good flavor to them.”

Her face slightly messy from the cookie, left an idea in the twins head.

 “May I try?” Hikaru whispered, tilting Haruhi’s head up to take a bite of the cookie.

 “Uh oh Haruhi. You’ve got crumbs on your face.” Kaoru stated before moving closer to lick the crumbs off her face.

Tamaki is now fuming.

 “Did you see what they just did! He took a bite of it while it was in her mouth! The other one licked her face. I told you they’re shady twins! They can’t be trusted! They tried to seduce her!” Tamaki shirks.

 “And suddenly the trio of classmates are closer than before.” Kyoya teased, causing Y/n to chuckle.

  “Looks like Tamaki has competition.” Y/n spoke through laughter.

“You know, you could’ve just told me and I would have wiped it off. And if you wanted to try one there’s plenty here.” She gestured to the container.

 “That’s not the way you’re supposed to react Haruhi! You have to stay strong and reject them, then causally brush them to the side! Do you understand!” Tamaki scolded Haruhi, pulling her away from the twins.

 “This is sexual harassment senpai.” She told the blonde.

 “Sexual harassment! If this counts as sexual harassment then they’re twice as guilty! Someone called the police!” Tamaki spoke, annoying the twins.

“Cut it out boss, we’re sorry.”

 Y/n pulls Tamaki away from Haruhi.

 “Stop bugging Haruhi.” Y/n sternly told Tamaki.

 “But-“

“Luke warm.” Renge grumbled.

 “What?” Y/n turns towards the angered girl.

 “Every single one of you! Except Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled. If you keep carrying on like this, it’s only a matter of time before the girls grow tired of you and stop coming all together.” She yelled, throwing everyone for aloop.

 “Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? As your manager it’s my duty to change your character backgrounds.” She turns to look at Honey and points at him.

 “Let’s start with you.”

Surprising the small blonde.

“If all you are is cute on the outside and cute on the inside then you're no different from a baby!” She tore into Honey with no remorse.

 “From now on you are the baby-faced thug!”

 She points to Mori.

“And Mori-senpai, you’re his childhood flunkie.”

She turns to the twins.

 “The twins basketball players who are enslaved in their world.” 

Next is Haruhi.

 “Haruhi, you’re an honor student who’s constantly getting bullied.”

“And for you Tamaki, you’re the school idol who is admired for your good looks but you actually have an inferiority complex hiding from the world. The lonely prince.” She eagerly turns to Kyoya.

 “Ah and kyoya you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, kay?” She smiled.

  “Thank you, I’m honored.” He politely smiled.

The whole interaction left a bitter taste in Y/n’s mouth.

 “What about me?” He asked.

Renge turns her head towards the male.

 “What about You?” She spoke. annoyed with getting interrupted.

“My role.” Y/n dryly replies.

“Oh right…” she muttered, looking up and down at the male.

 “Fine then, closeted gay best friend.”

“I-.. alright then.” Y/n walks away from the two.

 Hikaru grabs Kyoya's attention.

“Come on Kyoya senpai!”

“You’ve gotta do something.” Kaoru begs.

 “Why? Seems like the boss is up for it.”

 The twins turn to see the blonde strutting and posing, imitating a lonely prince.

 “How does this look Renge? Do these poses work for a lonely prince?” He muttered.

“Oh wow you’re pretty good at that, but it would be more effective in the rain.” 

“Let’s just wait and see how this turns out. I bet it’ll be interesting. It always is.” Kyoya spoke, with a small smirk.

The next day, the back of the school is covered in movie cameras, the staff rushed back and forth to set up new sets. And with Renge barking orders with a microphone, of course taking the role of director for this movie shoot.

 As it goes on the club re-enacts the script for the camera. With the lack of Y/n who is no longer part of the movie due to… creative discourse with the director.

 His new job is basically just an intern, Grabbing food and drinks for anyone.

 It’s now break time for everyone.

“How did we go from changing characters to shooting a movie about it?” Hikaru states.

 “And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?” Kaoru adds in.

“Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don’t you recognize the director? He directed the vampire movie, Millennium Snow. It was number one in the grossing box office hit in the past year.” Kyoya answered simply.

“And another thing, how come this stupid script portrays Kaoru as the pitcher.” Hikaru complains

 “Yeah.”

  “What does that mean?” Haruhi spoke puzzled at their wording.

Y/n starts laughing.

“If you don’t know then never mind.” The twins responded.

Y/n turns to Haruhi still giggling.

“It- its. When two people love each other- pfftt.” Y/n could barely get through the explanation.

 “I don’t get it.” Haruhi who is now more confused than before.

“Pitcher?” She muttered.

In comes the lonely prince.

 “Haruhi! So how was I? Did you like my performance?” He spoke with a cheerful tone, head covered by a white towel.

 “It was pretty awesome. I’m surprised you were able to get into your character like that. You were really believable.” She praised The prince.

“I’ve discovered a new darker side of myself, I’m starting to think it might be a good idea to explore it. Hm..” Tamaki spoke.

 “Are you sure about that? Because I think you’re fine just the way you are Tamaki senpai.” This statement causes the blonde to flush beet red and look away, averting his gaze.

 “Uh.. you do? Well, if you say so, Haruhi.” He muttered.

  Y/n hums, and smiles, at the sight.

“Hey Haruhi! You’re on!” Renge yelled.

 “Coming!” Haruhi quickly responds.

“Over here! These gentlemen just agreed to make a special appearance in our film!” She spoke excitedly.

Behind her were two intimidating men with clearly raging daddy issues.

Y/n watches Renge explain the next shot. He tilts his head towards Kyoya.

 “That’s not gonna end well.” Y/n tiredly states. Kyoya smiles In amusement.

 “Whatever do you mean?” 

Y/n just blankly stared at the male, before Kyoya side glanced Y/n

 “We’ll just have to see what happens.” He spoked.

 And as luck would have it the shot went wrong , the two men being stereotyped provoking them causing Haruhi to take the hit, his back hitting the hard brick wall, causing her to hunch over with her eyes tearing up.

 Tamaki saw what was happening and pushed one of the guys up to the wall.

 “Which one of you jerks started it?” He spoke through gritted teeth.

 “You know sometimes I wish I was wrong.”

 Y/n spoke, with no reaction to the fight.

“You were pretty convinced I was engaged with Renge.” 

“Confused is a better way to describe it, and also that it’s not all that common for arranged marriages to happen out of the blue.” Y/n spoked, not really sure why he was so bothered.

 “If you say so.” 

“You, please tell me you got that camera man!” Renge spoke.

“Other than the contact, that final scene was ideal! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!” 

But before she could get a head of herself a harsh glass shattered got her attention. She turned around to see Kyoya holding a rock to a now smashed camera lense.

 “Why did you do that to my camera!” The guy yelled.

 “What is wrong?” Renge asked, practically given a kicked puppy look.

 “I’m terribly sorry I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence.” He narrowed his eyes at Renge.

 “I think you’ve caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest.” He spoke bitterly, poisoning his ‘polite’ attitude.

Y/n is staring at kyoya. Simply mesmerized by his actions.

“A-a pest! But you’re supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You’re supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” Her heart sinking in her chest.

 “Because that’s not the real Kyoya.” Tamaki spoke behind her.

 “Huh?” Renge is still processing The news.

 “Does it really matter? Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than what you expect him to be. Take a good look at the person inside and get to know them little by little. It's a lot more fun that way.” Haruhi spoke honestly, tugging on everyone’s heart strings.

As the day ended, and the camera left as quickly as they came, the hosts went to their respective homes, leaving Y/n and Kyoya in the host club room. Y/n sitting cross legged on the ground working on his science homework, while Kyoya typed away on his computer.

 The sunset leaves a comfortable warm color to everything it touches.

“You know you don’t have to stay after club hours with me Y/n.” He calmly spoke, still looking at the screen.

 “I am aware of Kyoya, but I needed to work on homework anyways.” Y/n sighs and leans on the front of the sofa Kyoya was currently working on.

 “And besides. What would you ever do without, little old me, by your side.” Y/n teased, while stretching his back at a poor attempt to fix years of bad posture.

 “Most likely finishing my work faster.” He muttered before going back into his work. 

 “What are you even working on this time kyoya.” Y/n asked, science homework completely discarded now.

 “I’m editing Renge’s movie project.” 

 Y/n stood up from his rightful place on the ground and looked at kyoya’s screen.

 “Wow, that crew truly did a good job.”  Y/n said. Leaning closer to see better.

 “What else would you expect from a Hollywood production team?”

 “Still can’t believe you broke that guy’s camera.” Y/n smirked before sitting down next to Kyoya.

 “I mean, now that I think of it, that does seem like something you would do.” 

 Kyoya paused briefly before talking.

 “What do you mean?”

“Well you breaking the camera lenses felt very on brand. I can't really explain it.” Y/n looked around as if physically searching for the right words.

 “It’s just everything you do, especially when an issue arises you always seem to quickly and efficiently tear it down as fast as it comes. You know?” Y/n quickly paused before slightly flushed.

 “Sorry, I'm rambling haven’t I?It's probably annoying to hear.” Y/n stammered, feeling guilty for talking for too long.

“No need for apologies, I don’t mind it at all.” Kyoya mumbled, focussing on the laptop.

  Y/n sighed, and packed up his bag.

 “It’s getting late, I should go home.” Muttered stuffing his bag haphazardly into his bag.

 As he gets to the doorway he turns to look at Kyoya.

 “Can I ask you one thing?”

Kyoya looks up from the laptop.

“What do you need?” He questioned.

“Try not to drive yourself mad with work again, I'd rather not deal with the club on my own.” Y/n joked with some underlying truth.

 Kyoya smiled.

“You have nothing to worry about, and besides, I've been finished for a while.”

Y/n stood still for a moment before chuckling.

 “You truly are a work of art, aren’t you kyoya?”  He grinned and left Kyoya alone in the room with a small smile on his face.

The next day arises and the club seems to be more packed than usual.

“I bought the film you made!” One girl spoked 

“I bought it too!”

 Tamaki, now confused, asked one of the girls.

 “You did?”

“That scene in the rain was just phenomenal!” 

Tamaki turns to Kyoya.

“Kyoya?”

 “I may have broken the camera's lens but the footage that was already shot wasn’t damaged. But naturally I did cut that one violent scene. Sales have been pretty good so far, and the Hollywood team did a fantastic job. But that is to be expected.”

“So this is what you meant by interesting.” The twins spoke.

 “It’s best to have as much money we can have in the club’s budget.” Kyoya spoke casually in his notebook.

 “What else would you expect from kyoya?” Y/n joked.

“Good day everyone.” Renge spoke.

 “Wait, I thought you left for France by now.” Y/n asked

Renge starts going on a rant that lasted longer than needed, however it ended in Renge confessing to Haruhi, which no one expected even Haruhi.

 “Come on Haruhi, let’s go to my house and play some games together! I think  it’s time you get to know me better.” She spoke swiftly, dragging Haruhi away.

Of course once again Tamaki was less than pleased at this reveal.

“But I thought you wanted Haruhi to have Haruhi have a friend, to embrace her ‘femininity’ and what not.” Y/n looks at the blonde.

 “Well a female companion, not a girlfriend!” He spoke.

 “A friend is a friend.” Y/n said egging Tamaki on.

Tamaki turns towards Renge and Haruhi with tears in his eyes.

 “No wait, don’t take Haruhi away from me!” He begged the two.

—————-

[hoonhrt]

#15

: pairing — soccer player! jake x reader 

: genre — slight angst, fluff 

: song rec — these days by wallows 

: a/n — i don’t know too much about soccer so apologizing in advance if i mess up some terminology! 

There was a slight orange hue to the sky as the sun had gone down, the fluorescent lights of the field were switched on while you waited for Jake to finish up soccer practice since he promised to walk you home after. 

He made his way towards you with a goofy grin on his face. A duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a towel thrown around his neck to absorb his sweat. You end up meeting him half way into the field. 

You two were the only ones at the field so he grasped your hand in his and begin to walk down the artificial grass. You and Jake were a fairly new couple, none of your friends had known you guys were even friends let alone dating each other. 

“So y’know, the annual soccer game is tomorrow?” Jake speaks in a low tone as you both walk down the sidewalk. You turned your head to him and meet eyes, giving him a nod. “Well...” he trails off his sentence, unaware of how to continue on. You stop walking and patiently wait for him to continue with a soft look on your face that made Jake smile. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to wear my spare jersey to the game?” 

Its not that you were ashamed of Jake and your relationship, no not at all! You’ve always been portrayed as a quiet, reserved person who maintains the best grades and sticks to themselves You were scared of what others would think of you dating The Jake Sim. one of the most well known kids at your school. Your silence made Jake feel a little bit regretful of asking you. 

“Listen you don’t have to. If you aren’t comfortable or ready yet, its cool, I understand.” His eyes emit slight sadness that you noticed. The silence you started carried on throughout the rest of the walk home. 

by the time you had reached your house, the sun had fully gone down and the moon had replaced it. The awkward tension still lingered as you still had yet to answer. Unaware of how to bid you goodbye, Jake gives you a high five and made his way home. 

You spent that night staring at your ceiling in the dark. It wasn’t a big deal, but you were scared of all the things people would say. They would judge Jake for dating someone like you. They would insult you, tell you that you weren’t good enough for Jake. These thoughts clouded your head. Until, a specific cutie texted your phone. 

From Jakey <3: can’t wait to see you tomorrow at the game! sleep well.

Unconsciously, you smiled at your phone. Picturing the grin on his face while texting you made your heart beat a little faster. You couldn’t say no to him. Not when that pretty little smile of his stays alight, even if he is feeling down.

To Jakey <3: drop off the jersey at my door before you head to school. rest well jake, you’ve got a big day ahead of you <3

You turned off your phone and fell asleep, in the hopes that a certain boy would show up in your dreams that night. 

You had opened your door to leave for school and right there sitting on your door step was his jersey plus a flower. It looked like it was picked out right from the ground but you were still very grateful. Before you left you ran back into the house, leaving the blue and white jersey and flower in your room. 

School had consumed your day while practice had consumed Jake’s which meant that neither of you could meet up before the game. You came home and quickly changed, adrenaline racing around your body in the excitement of getting to see Jake play and being able to support him. 

The school stadium was PACKED. All the bleachers were filled with students from your own school and the other. The cheers of the students rang around the entire stadium, shaking the seats and giving you a slight headache. Your group friends ushering you to their location, shock covering their faces. You had no time to explain as the game was about to start. 

There was about a minute left on the clock. The giant buzzer board flashed the numbers counting down. The two teams were tied. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, you included. The ball moving back and forth between both teams, leaving the people questioning if this would go overtime. The last 30 seconds had arrived and the crowd had gone silent. Scared that any noise would ruin the players momentum. 

The ball had been moving further and further away from your school’s team, until the best midfielder on the team, Jake Sim, swooped in and stole the ball. He starts sprinting across the field whilst managing the ball straight against his feet. He reaches the goal and kicks with the side of his foot with all his strength. As if time had stopped, the ball slowly goes into the opposite direction the goalie had been jumping towards and hits the back of the net with a thud. 

Jake Sim just won the soccer game. 

The crowd starts screaming again just like the beginning of the game. The cheers could possible be heard all the way from the other side of town. You jumped out of your seat, screaming as loud as you could, watching Jake’s team mates tackle him onto the ground. The adrenaline you felt earlier had reached you again and you found yourself running down the bleacher steps towards the field. You start shouting his name. 

“JAKE! JAKE!” of course, he recognized your voice, even if it was from miles away. He watched you get closer and closer to him as you dashed across the field. He squinted his eyes a little just to see your infamous school colours spread across the shirt you were wearing, well rather, his shirt you were wearing. The boy’s smile unknowingly got even wider, reaching his sweet eyes that were filled with love. His arms span out to wrap you in his warmth. 

You grab onto his body and enclose your arms around his neck. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around, giggles erupt from the both of you. The sound of your voice fills Jake’s mind as you began to ramble on about how amazing and cool he looked on the field. Everything around him was drowned out and all he could focus on was your lips that kept on moving and moving. 

It all stopped abruptly when he smashed his lips onto yours. Unsure of how to react at first, you didn’t kiss back. Once you realized that he lips were actually on yours, you gave in. His hands found home on your waist tugging you closer, while the palms of your hands rested against the nape of his neck. Your heads tilted slightly to deepen the kiss. His lips tasting salty and sweet, a flavour you don’t think you could ever get tired of. You pulled away, slightly breathless, foreheads resting against each others. 

Jake looks into your eyes, his shiny smile mirroring yours. 

“Thank you for supporting me today baby. My jersey fits you so well, it almost like you were made to wear mine.” He teases you as you look away, the apples of your cheeks turning a deep shade of pink at the use of the pet name. 

“Anytime #15.” Jake kisses your cheek, letting you rest your head against his heart, that might’ve been beating a little more than it should’ve. 

[infernalrevenge]

Hey, Kiss Me? (Don't Mind If I Do)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G

Summary: Daniela is used to being the flirty one, blowing kisses and making a pass at anyone who caught her attention. It just never occurred to her that the tables could turn on her.

Notes: [slams fists on the table] LET ME FLIRT WITH THE CUTE VAMPIRE GIRL. If RE8 had a dating sim spin-off in some alternate universe where Capcom REALLY wanted to capitalize on the game's success, one of my runs would definitely involve romancing the youngest Dimitrescu. For anyone else who feels me on this, this is for you too. I also tried writing this in 2nd person POV for a change. Hope it still turned out alright, it's my first time writing this way. Enjoy!

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You had been working for the Duke for quite a while now. He took you in in your time of need and had been made an apprentice of sorts in the art of trading and bargaining.

You've met your fair share of oddities while settled in the village and running errands, including but not limited to: A man who can control metal and electricity on a whim, a talking doll who lives under a waterfall, and the numerous wolf-man hybrids that lurked around the vicinity. They were what most may consider crass company -- at least, that was what the Lady of the castle would say.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu was a frequent customer and a business partner of the Duke's, helping her in the sale of her vintage "wine" to intrigued buyers. This also meant that the two of you were frequent visitors to the castle on the other side of the village proper -- a vast estate that was entirely too large for just four women to occupy (even if one of those women happened to be nine feet tall).

Miss Bela was always the more polite and civil of Dimitrescu's daughters, offering a simple greeting whenever you would come by. When it was appropriate, she was always at her mother's side and paying attention to how meetings between the older adults would proceed, like a student eager to learn from the best. You figured that, as the oldest sibling, she might take over the business someday. You weren't sure exactly how that would happen, given what you knew of the family, but you really shouldn't prod anyway. At least, not now.

Miss Cassandra was more closed off, so to speak. It always seemed like she would barely acknowledge your presence in the castle, talking only when it was necessary and immediately leaving the room once she was allowed to. However, you would feel a prickling in the back of their neck when she wasn't around, like you were being watched from the background -- prey at the mercy of their predator. But every time you turned around, there would be no one there, not even a sound to indicate escape. A part of you thought you might have been pulled into some unwitting game, wondering what would happen if you did catch the perpetrator in the act. You weren't sure you really wanted to find out.

Then, there was Miss Daniela, whose attention seemed to lie in... other prospects. Like Bela, she offered warm greetings whenever you would stop by the property. Unlike her sisters though, who never really bothered with the Duke's apprentice, she always tried to entertain herself with your company. You had a friendly enough rapport with her that you could relax in her presence as well, so it was nice. You figured it was mostly because they rarely ever got outside company, and since the sisters stay in the castle a lot of the time, she always welcomed you with enthusiasm. And a smile. And a wink. And some passing remark about how nicely you dressed that day and that you must have been trying to impress her.

"I could just eat you right up," she would say with a giggle and a playful growl.

You've never been too sure what to make of her -- she always seemed to have her head in the clouds, only coming back down at the behest of her mother or when her sisters were persistent enough. You also never knew how to respond to her flirting apart from flustered silence, which only seemed to spur her on even more. It was like she was just trying to get a reaction from you, making a game of it. It was far different from the one her older sister seemed to be keen on playing, but a game nonetheless -- how far could she push your buttons and make you implode from embarrassment?

Honestly, it seemed to be working.

You had been well-socialized thanks to your training under the Duke, and of course the man himself was charming and likeable so a part of you liked to think it may have rubbed off as he raised you. But that was when it came to formalities and negotiations -- maybe banter, if you could really push it. You've thought about responding earnestly, but flirting was another ball game all on its own, one that you don't really play on purpose, and you frequently found yourself floundering at the face of it. Especially when that face was as pretty as Daniela's.

It wasn't like you thought she liked you that way or anything -- you genuinely thought she said all those things for fun, to amuse herself with how hot you got or how you would sheepishly shrink in on yourself. But you weren't going to deny that she was cute and that you may have just a small crush on her. Just maybe. Not that you would ever admit that out loud.

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One winter day, the Duke entrusted you with meeting with Lady Dimitrescu on your own. She was informed of his absence beforehand -- something about attending to Lord Heisenberg's business -- and so you were left to take care of updates. In the meantime, you kept yourself busy in the guest area, perusing the dusty books in shelves that definitely needed some cleaning. It seemed like the castle could never have enough help.

As soon as you were left alone, with only your notepad and thoughts to keep you company, you felt the hairs at the back of your neck stand. You slowly looked to the side, eyes trained on a dark corner of the room. The light from the fireplace didn't quite reach that spot, making it quite the hiding place. Was something (or someone) moving from there? Are your eyes playing paranoid tricks on you? Was it Miss Cassandra playing her one-sided game again? Perhaps... you shouldn't interfere then.

You turned your attention back to the book shelf, looking high above you, wanting to take a closer look at the selection. You dragged a stool and a few stacked cushions to the shelves and slipped your shoes off, praying to whoever was out there that Lady Dimitrescu wouldn't find you like this. Oh, the scolding I'd get from Duke about manners -- you'd never hear the end of it. Stepping carefully onto the plush surface -- a few feet from the ground -- and finding your balance, you start to pick something out that had an interesting title.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Y/N," a voice echoed in the room, catching you off guard.

You jumped in surprise and lost your footing, falling backward as the cushions slipped from under you. Oh yeah, this was gonna hurt! But before you could make contact with the hardwood floor, a hand reached out and grabbed you by the waist, catching you in a rather precarious position.

"You could've hurt that cute little ass of yours," the voice cooed. Daniela seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere, wearing a mischievous grin and holding onto you as she practically hovered over you. Oh god, she was so close, you don't know where your body heat ended and hers started.

"Miss Daniela," you greeted, finally finding your voice. "Um, thanks for the save."

She pulled you up to standing on the stool and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking amusedly, "And what exactly were you doing so high up in the shelves? Aren't you supposed to be waiting here like a good little one?"

"I was just... looking at the books," you replied softly, "And falling for you, I suppose," you added as a joke, chuckling as you shook off your nerves from earlier. You were a little surprised she didn't start off with that line honestly, given how easy--

Daniela's smirk dropped at your response, eyes widening as she stiffened. Uh oh... did you say something wrong?

She blinked at you, mouth hanging open slightly as if she was trying to find the words. It looked like she gave up though, just looking away and stepping off the stool. Were you imagining that her cheeks just turned pink?

"Mother's waiting for you at the meeting room," was all she said before quickly making her exit.

It took a while before the wheels in your head started turning again.

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The next time you came to the castle with the Duke, it was a warm day in spring. On these occasions, sometimes Lady Dimitrescu would be more open to a different venue of meeting than inside the castle -- "for a change of scenery," as she would say. The two of you met her and her daughters at the main garden at the back of the property, the sun shining generously on all forms of life.

When Daniela spotted you, she seemed almost caught unaware, but she quickly regained composure, throwing a smirk and wink your way -- her usual greeting. You couldn't help but duck down shyly, but nonetheless waved and smiled back.

The older adults took their business elsewhere, leaving you alone with the daughters at the lobby; well, more like a daughter, since Cassandra had already left before you can say another word and Bela had excused herself soon after. It was normal for you to be in the company of the redhead at this point. Not that she seemed to mind.

"Been a while since you've been back here. Betcha missed me, huh?" Daniela said, a charming smile curled on her lips. She stood next to you, seeming intent on leading you on a little walk around. Hey, you'd take any excuse to spend time with her.

You laughed softly, "Quite, Miss Daniela."

"You're still sticking to those formalities, Y/N? Come on, you can drop the 'Miss'." She sidled up closer to you, nudging your side. "You can even skip 'Daniela' altogether and just call me yours."

You unconsciously covered your mouth as you glanced her way -- she was being more straightforward than usual. You don't know if you were just trying to hide the blood rushing to your cheeks or trying to stop yourself from smiling too widely, but seeing the smug look on the other's face, you knew she succeeded yet again in flustering you.

"What's wrong? Did summer come early? You're looking kinda warm," she teased, bending down slightly to your face level. "Then again, you are hot enough for the both of us." Damn, she was too good at this. "You'd give the sun a run for its money, honey."

You took a few moments to collect yourself, standing up straighter and clearing your throat. Your eyes looked up to meet hers, showing a half-smile as you spoke with as smooth of a delivery as you can muster, "I'd always thought you would be the sun's rival, given how easily you brighten up my day."

Daniela nearly tripped when she took another step, only managing to catch herself on a nearby bench.

"Are you--"

"I'm fine! I'm fine, just, uh... stubbed my toe on something. Stupid rock."

There were no rocks on the path you two were walking -- unless one counted the flat rock ground. (It didn't.)

The rest of the day carried on as it normally would -- Daniela distracting you from the uneasy feeling of being watched from a proper walk with her usual demeanor, batting her eyelashes and telling you how she simply must teach you to dance some time. "Maybe then you'll learn to loosen up around me." But in return, you would sometimes reply with your own quips -- "Well I wouldn't be opposed to being closer to you, Miss Daniela." You weren't about to question where this newfound confidence came from; you may as well own it, right?

It was only after that visit, replaying the day in your head like you wanted to remember it for as long as you could, that a realization came to you -- the way her cheeks tinged pink and averted her gaze, how she was rendered speechless whenever you replied in the same way that was usually expected of her...

She's not used to being flirted back to.

Her self-esteem allowed her to accept most straightforward compliments with grace, so flattery did not faze her in the slightest -- but when it came to using disarming words? When charm and wit were used right back at her?

She floundered almost as much as you did.

Suddenly, you weren't just a prop in the game anymore -- you knew how to play it now. You knew uttering such sweet (and occasionally cheesy) phrases could make the youngest Dimitrescu blush harder than a maiden being courted. And by god, did she look adorable when she did.

You kind of understood why she did all that now -- watching someone get flustered and knowing you were the cause of it was fun. It was weirdly thrilling seeing her react like that, but then again you might be confusing that feeling with different kind of fluttering in your chest whenever you were alone with Daniela. Who knows?

One thought lingered at the back of your mind though: How long would it take before one of you broke and asked the other on a real date?

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(Cassandra materialized behind Daniela as you bade her farewell for the day. She had been observing the two of you interact for a while, monitoring the redhead's "progress". She knocked her sister out of her faraway thoughts with a smack to the head. "So are you gonna admit you like them yet?"

Daniela seemed almost offended at the insinuation, "I would nev-- I mean how dare-- I don't like-- they're just-- I--"

The brunette only raised an eyebrow.

"They're..." She thought back to you, that cute little smile you wore whenever she tried to flirt with you, and how you suddenly rose to the challenge of using her own tactics against her earlier. It was kind of hot. "Okay, I guess. They're okay. They're fine." Quite fine. "That's all I'm gonna say."

"Suuuure...")

[weatherman667]

Sakura Wars

I tried watching the anime when I was younger, but the problem with the anime is it wasn’t properly balanced.  The anime was based off the original game fo the Sega Saturn, which is largely a dating sim.  Turning it into an anime didn’t really work, at least not as indecisively as they did it.  Since then I’ve been largely ignorant to Sakura Wars until I bought the recent game.

Now, being Sakura Wars it has to have a Sakura front and centre.  Apparently, as a girl, this Sakura was saved by the original Sakura, and dreamed of growing up to be exactly like it.

Fancy that.

She plays the childhood love interest, which has absolutely no interest as a love interest.  It’s based off a presumed emotional connection, instead of trying to make the audience feel an emotional connection.  It’s basically the laziest device used by people who cannot fathom actual romance.

Now, as for Sakura, she is actually far more interesting than my rant against childhood love interests should seem.  She is practically oozing personality, which is something the game does a fantastic job of.  Despite the limited graphics, the characters show incredible personality from the first moment you see them.  Get this, even the male protagonist has a personality, hopes, dreams, history  They do a much better job than most of the games that put all of their efforts in better graphics to show off their incredibly flat characters.  Their stances and minute facial expressions are one of the reasons I bought the game in the first place.

The game introduces you slowly to the world.  First you can walk around, but oh no, it’s way too soon for us to trust you with the camera yet.  They then give you a tutorial on the camera once they finally deign to let you use it.  You then get a (supposed steam powered), tablet computer that acts as your minimap and much of your typically triangle-button menu in an RPG.  Your character even pulls the Teletron out of his pocket when you use it.  It’s completely unnessary, but also charming.

Now, considering this is a part RPG / part dating sim, I absolutely loathe the fact that they try to get you to flirt with Sakura before even introducing the other characters.  The dialogue is not so much the problem, but the fact that she ticks every single box for default love interest.  Hell, with Mass Effect, they tried to make Virmire Survivor the default love interest, and the fandom said fuck that, give me blue babies, (which we never got, but that’s another story).  But, as I said, she is far more interesting, and has far more personality than any other yamato nadeisco childhood friend default love interest I’ve ever seen.  Hell, if we could undo the last 40 years of the yamato nadeisco childhood friend default love interest, I would love to have her be the one I pick.

Now, the world has you using steam + magic powered super robots to fight demons, but, the problem is that you are a “Combat Revue”.  You are based out of a theatre, which is both insanely stupid and clever at the same time.  It allows you to disguise your facilities and have everyone still call you captain without being overly suspicious.  But, you might wonder, since acting and combat are such very different things, won’t it be hard to find people who can do both?

Yes.

The three actresses you start with are terrible actresses.  Even worse, you are apparently self-funded.  The armour you have won’t work without maintenance, and you cannot afford to do so until your theatre makes money.

I’ve been playing this game for a couple of hours, and finally got to see the armours, only to then be told they cannot work as is.

And we cannot get anymore, meaning you don’t have an armour.

A a worldwide festival is is a week, where all of the world’s Combat Revues compete in combat and acting, (begging the question of how exactly are we keeping the combat part of our Combat Revues a secret, when we call it the World Combat Revue Competition).

I was hoping to include the combat mechanics in the review, but apparently not.

[retirementhomecollab]

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: open bedroom

☾ warnings: f!reader, mention of drinking games

☾ word count: 1.9k

At the entrance of the hallway, you look back at the living room. The party is bustling to the brim. That’s what you get with the hosts’ overwhelming popularity throughout campus. Without Hiromi by your side, you’re suddenly a tiny bit conscious, a tiny bit drained. It’s okay to take a little break from all this, right? Thinking back, this is probably the first time you’ve been in the boys’ apartment. You know Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi live together, and you’re friends with them, Akaashi’s even suffered through a few all-nighters of Russian classics analysis with you. With one of the doors opened, they probably wouldn’t mind you taking a breather in there.

“Y/n! Whatcha doin’?” 

Back at the coffee table, Kuroo has gathered a bunch of people for King’s Cup. Over by the dining table, Bokuto wraps up what has got to be the fifth round of beer pong since you’ve arrived. You raise an eyebrow in Kuroo’s direction as Bokuto hollers at another victory — he slams back a drink anyways, and you visibly cringe at the ickiness of it all — and Kuroo only gives you a what-can-you-do-it’s-Bokuto kind of shrug. Grinning at you, he beckons you over to join them. 

A small smile and a shake of your head, you mouth to him, “Headache. Later.” 

His smirk falls, eyebrows knitting together with concern. 

Having known him since he tutored you in a cursed compulsory chemistry class, you know that he’s about to lecture you. To pacify his mothering instincts, you follow up with a sleep hand gesture and what you hope is a reassuring grin.

Kuroo gives you a withering look, one reserved for Kenma, Lev, and the other underclassmen he claims maternal responsibility over, like you. You only continue to grin at him, shaking your head once again.

After a pause, he sighs dramatically, setting the last card down on the table. 

“The room with the open door. Should be empty,” he yells.

With a mock salute, you leave the party behind you for now.

The room’s lights are off, but between the brightness streaming in from the party and the glow of the moon above the windows, it’s sufficient. 

Neat and organized, you know that Kuroo must have tidied up for the party. There’s still the telltale Chair in the corner: a mountain of clothing on the chairback and a stack of textbooks on the seat. 

You give an amused snort. Good thing Akaashi had the sense to lock Bokuto’s terrestrial supernova of a room from curious eyes. And probably his own from the likes of you. 

You wonder what your fellow literature student’s room would look like, but you doubt he would ever invite you to his room anyways.

He’s never even expressed interest in having you over to his apartment much less fulfilling this kind of wishful thinking. 

You take off your cloak, not wanting to make Kuroo’s bed too dirty, and lean back down. He has good taste: plush comforter, mattress not too hard, not too soft.

Not ten minutes later, there is shouting from outside your door, and the door is flung wide open.  

“Bokuto-san, what are—”

“Akaashi, it’s for your own good.”

“Yea, ‘Kaashi, listen to your senpai.”

“Kuroo-san! You pain-in-the—”

He falls through the door frame, and you squint against the light in confusion.

Akaashi lurches forward to stop the door from slamming shut but as expected of the scheming captain, everything is well timed. 

Akaashi doesn’t even bother twisting the unlocked door; Kuroo’s already put Bokuto on door duty.

He sighs, hand smoothing over the top of his head. The lights are still off but it’s not difficult to guess who’s in his room with him. It’s someone who had inspired both Bokuto and Kuroo to interrupt their winning streaks in order to lock their poor housemate in his own room. At a Halloween party he was largely responsible for running.

“Akaashi?” You guess, very confused, slightly amused. 

In the moonlight, his outline is bulkier than usual, and you miss the mass of haloed curls around his head. But if your groggy state is even slightly reliable, it’s definitely Akaashi.

“Y/n-san,” he greets you with what you’re sure a smile sounds like.

Akaashi sighs again. This time internally. 

He isn’t dense. He knows what his senpai are planning. It’s kind of difficult not to when he has to stop Bokuto from babbling whenever you greet them on the quad or when he threatens Kuroo for inviting you to their apartment every other week, on days that Akaashi is bound to be home alone. They’ve been pestering him for weeks to ask you out, but Akaashi has kept his distance. 

And now he not only has to explain the situation but also his costume. 

“Y/n-san.”

“Yes, Akaashi?” 

His voice is serious, and you think that maybe this situation isn’t as funny for him as it is for you.

“I’m going to turn around,” he says cautiously. “Please do not scream.”

You give him a very confused frown before realizing that he can’t see that. 

So you reply with a hesitant “okay.”

Slowly, Akaashi reveals himself in the moonlight. A shiver runs through you, in anticipation? in wariness? You weren’t sure. 

But you didn’t think you’d actually scream. 

“Y/n-san.” Akaashi pads over slowly, carefully. “I asked you not to scream.”

“But, but.” You look at him incredulously, hand gesturing wildly at his head. “You’re bald.”

He chuckles lightly as his hand runs over the top of his head once again. 

“There’s hair at the back.” He turns his head to show you. “So, I’m not entirely bald.”

You look at him, jaw dropped to through the mattress, beyond the bedframe, right to the creaky floorboards. “You shaved your head for Toyotomi Hideyoshi?”

This time, he laughs an uninhibited, full bodied laugh, the heavy fabrics of his overcoat hunched over as he walks towards you. 

He makes a whole show of carefully tearing off the scalp part, and you watch in horror before Akaashi grins at you, smile a gentle white in the moonlight.

“It’s a semi-bald cap,” he clarifies, holding up the floppy rubber. The halo of lacquered curls are back in commission, and you finally relax knowing that his gorgeous hair is intact.

You sit up, scooting over when he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. The room is getting warmer.

“Though, I’m impressed you got it correct on the first try,” Akaashi smiles. “I’ve been getting either Date Masamune or Oda Nobunaga the whole night.” 

“From mainly girls?”

“Yeah, from girls and Kuroo-san.” Akaashi quirks a brow. “You don’t happen to know anything about this, do you?”

With a snort of disbelief, you look towards the door before replying loudly and clearly, “I didn’t take Kuroo for a dating sims fan.”

There is a muffled kind of shuffling before you hear a very explicit “Shh!” from not Kuroo.

You and Akaashi turn back to each other and burst into laughter. 

“There’s a dating sim for the warlords now?” He chuckles. 

You nod solemnly. “Date and Oda are the most popular characters.”

“Ah,” was all Akaashi could come up with as a reply. “I suppose you play it as well?”

There is a glint in his eyes as he watches you try to dance around the question. Eventually, you give up on any kind of vague answers, and give a small nod. 

“Who’s your favourite character?” He asks in playful seriousness, suddenly very interested in your Sengoku boy of choice. 

You’re sure that the moon turned a bright red just to highlight your embarrassment.

Akaashi sits there, pleasantly waiting for your answer. 

Finally, you muster out a small admission. Perhaps the witching hour would conjure up some magic tonight. 

“Toyotomi Hideyoshi.”

In the silence that follows, you can hear the breathing from outside the door, but neither of you spare those interlopers a glance. 

“Not Date Masamune?” Akaashi asks quietly.

You laugh weakly at this, unsure of how to tread. 

You fidget with the lace of your sleeves. “He’s too similar to Kuroo for me to take his route seriously.”

Akaashi doesn’t think of himself dense, but he supposes that self-awareness is a lifelong teaching. 

But at this stage, even he knows that this is a confession, despite it coming on Halloween with him and his crush locked in his own room discussing Sengoku dating sims. 

With her confessing that she likes Toyotomi Hideyoshi, aka him, Akaashi Keiji. 

“I thought you liked Kuroo-san?” He blurts out.

But then he asks stupid questions like these, and Akaashi wonders if you can pass away from pure stupidity. 

“What?”

“Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“I know who Kuroo is.” For you, this isn’t really the kind of witching hour you were expecting as you conduct the calmest yet most bizarre confession you’ve ever given.

“You’re very close to him.”

“We’re good friends.” You surprise yourself with your cordial, pleasant reply. Maybe it’s because it’s Akaashi that you’re like this. Despite your get up, Akaashi the Toyotomi Hideyoshi is definitely the witch of this witching hour. “Plus, that lovesick idiot probably has his own crush to chase.”

“So, you’re not in love with Kuroo,” Akaashi clarifies. In his defense, things can get weird on Halloween.

“No,” you confirm, “I’m not.”

“And you like me?” His voice raises ever so slightly, but he still keeps quiet, not for those nosy people outside but for consideration that if he says it too loudly, he might jinx the whole magic of the night. 

“Yes,” you nod. “You as in Akaashi Keiji, not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, ikemen or otherwise,” you add on for further clarification. 

“Oh.” Akaashi flops back down on the bed, and for a second, you’re worried you might’ve broken him. “I’m happy.”

You wait for him to continue. 

Akaashi pats the space beside him, and after a moment of deliberation, you fall back beside him. 

“Did you get the guy in the end?” He asks, a strange emotion in his voice, something not quite a smile but something not unpleasant. “In the game, I mean.”

“No,” you frown, “I keep getting the sad ending.”

Akaashi smiles a small smile to himself as he turns to you. Witching hour indeed. 

“If I promise you the happy ending,” he breathes out carefully, “can you not scream if I kiss you?”

Once again, the moonlit red beams upon you, and you nod, a grin gradually spreading to your lips. 

Akaashi cups your cheeks, and as he pressed his lips to yours in a simple lunar kiss, you’re very grateful that in the witching hour, he is Akaashi Keiji — not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Date Masamune and definitely not Kuroo Tetsurou.

In the glow of the Halloween moon, you and Akaashi lie at the foot of the bed, his arms around you, wrapped in the magic of the night. 

“They’re waiting for us, right?”

“Yeah,” Akaashi laughs. “Any longer now, and Bokuto-san might suffer from brain hypoxia with how Kuroo’s probably told him to be ‘as quiet as the grave.’”

You do love an all-rounded literature student. 

“So,” you grin, already knowing the answer to your rhetorical question, “do you think it’s time to go back out? Kuroo probably wants his room back too.”

“This is my room.” Akaashi pulls away with a quirked brow. “Kuroo’s bed is unmade, and he has two Chairs.”

Once again, your face flushes red as you try to stammer out an explanation.

“You’re fine. Things have been weird tonight,” Akaashi chuckles. It’s a good thing he’s taken off the horrifying atrocious bald cap or else the beautifully mischievous expression would’ve been lost on you. “Let’s keep them in suspense a little longer. It’s Halloween after all.”

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

[mojofun]

How to chat up pretty gals - A manual by Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Hello there. This is for @summer-writes​​​; the prompt was “I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out” “After that, I kinda wish you were”. It’s part of my small celebration for hitting 100 followers, which I’m still thrilled about; I met so many nice people here on Tumblr.

That being said, the request thing is still on if anyone wants to participate.

This story is fluff

(He’s making sure he looks good before his date with Y/N :3)

Enjoy :)

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<<So, what do we have here?>>

<<A man, found dead this morning by->>

<<Yes Anderson, thank you for your valuable contribution. I’ll see for myself now>> Sherlock dismissed the other man, pushing past him and walking toward the body on the bed. John did not even try to apologise for him: both he and Anderson himself knew it would be pointless, a mere pretence.

The detective crushed beside the corpse, pulling out his lens to examine the scene up close. His inseparable companion slowly approached to give the body a once over

<<Livid complexion, yellowish scleras, rigidity in the sims… All telltale signs of->>

<<Poisoning>> A female voice interrupted the army doctor.

Everyone in the room turned to look at the newcomer.

It was a young woman dressed in semi-formal clothes, a Tyvek sterile suit in her hand; she had H/L H/C hair, E/C eyes and S/C skin. The smirk on her lips alone told them she was sure of her deduction.

John agreed immediately

<<Precisely. And you are?>>

<<This is Y/N Y/S>> Lestrade answered for her while she donned the protective covering <<She is the district’s rookie, fresh out of college with a degree in Criminology>>

<<Nice to meet you>> John greeted. She gave a curt wave and immediately got down to business, squatting beside Sherlock to inspect the victim

<<Damn,>> John murmured <<she already behaves like Sherlock>>

It was Sherlock who was not behaving like Sherlock.

Much to the amazement of everybody else, he simply observed Y/N do what she had to, admiring her concentration and her no-nonsense attitude.

When she was done she stood up, dusting off her knees

<<Sherlock?>> Lestrade called <<Don’t you have anything to say?>>

<<Uh? Oh, yes, of course. John, did you notice anything unusual?>>

<<Well, from my first check I can say that the cause of death is snakebi->>

<<It’s not a snakebite>> Y/N interrupted with a monotone voice.

The curly detective glanced at her in a strange mix of amazement and pride: he was expecting her to correct John, but part of him didn’t think she would notice

<<What?>>

<<It is not a snakebite, Dr Watson. Your colleague did not allow you to look very close, but if you did you would have noticed the disposition of the two punctures.

The discolouration around the wounds is not very different, meaning the second one was inflicted almost immediately after the first>> The girl beckoned him closer, pointing at one of the small holes in the victim’s neck <<What do you see?>>

<<The one on the left is deeper, more scraped than the other>>

<<So?>>

<<It was made before>>

<<Precisely. The victim probably put up resistance, hence the greater damage.

I think we have to go through the list of people invited to the party, see if there is anyone whose profession or hobbies entail knowledge of snakes and poison. Speaking of which, where are the animals kept now?>>

<<You mean the victim’s collections of reptiles?>> Anderson asked

<<Obviously>> She huffed

<<They’re at the police station; Sherlock suggested they could be evidence>>

Y/N grinned, looking at the lanky man

<<Excellent. I’m going to pay them a visit now. See you later!>>

<<Wait, Y/N! Aren’t you going to tell us anything?>>

The woman smirked

<<Oh, I think Mr Holmes may have an inkling of what is going on. Bye!>>

That said she ran out of the building, leaving them all in awe.

Lestrade, like everybody else, turned to look at Sherlock, silently begging him for answers

<<The victim likely knew the assassin, or they wouldn’t have ended up in his room.

We have to examine the list of guests and staff from yesterday’s party, see if we find someone experienced with poisonous animals, as Y/N said>>

He had a hard time saying those words; he just couldn’t believe that someone could have reasoned brilliantly and rapidly enough to be at his same level

<<So… She was right?>> John questioned, half smug half incredulous

<<Yes, she was>>

It was the first time something like that happened to Sherlock, and he was incredibly fascinated by the most talented newbie in the Yard.

                                    _________________________________

Months passed.

The case was solved in a couple of days thanks to the combined brains of the Baker Street sleuth and Y/N. Sherlock and John found themselves crossing paths with her more and more often, but they were both far from displeased about it. The doctor was intrigued by her talent, like his roommate, but he also considerably enjoyed seeing her keeping Sherlock on his toes.

Much to the famed detective’s annoyance, he’d grown smitten with the H/C-officer: she had beauty, brains and a tongue sharp enough to cut him. On top of that, she was well-versed in many subjects, and she kept up with him spewing theories with no difficulty.

He was stumped.

He’d tried talking to her, even flirting -just the thought made him cringe- with her, but he had no idea what he was doing.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat, was reduced to a teenage boy with a major crush, and he hated it.

That was how he ended up hiding in the living room at three in the morning, praying that John wouldn’t catch him red-handed while he looked up some tips on how to “chat up pretty gals”, according to the page he was currently scrolling through.

The brunette had winced violently when he first read that title. Nevertheless, that was how he went about things: research. He was treating it like a case, and he wanted to be prepared when he met Y/N again for a new case- which, according to the clock, would be in less than four hours.

He would need coffee. The website said a nice gesture would help his case, so maybe he could get one for her, too.

He already knew how she liked it.

                                    _________________________________

<<It was the babysitter?>>

 <<Yes>>

 <<With a knife>>

<<Obviously>>

<<In the living room>>

<<What, are we playing Cluedo?>> Y/N cried out.

They had solved another case in a matter of hours, and he was now accompanying her to the police station to write the report

<<John never wants to play that game with me>> He mumbled

<<I can see why>> The girl snickered.

He couldn’t help but notice she looked adorable when she smiled.

Suddenly, he stopped walking

<<Sherlock?>>

Yes, they’d somehow gotten to a first-name basis, which was a huge success- as far as he knew

<<Y/N, I have to tell you something>>

<<What’s wrong? You are making me worry>>

<<Nothing is wrong, doll>>

The woman’s eyes widened

<<Doll?>>

<<Do you prefer darling? Honey? Babe?>>

<<B- Ba- Babe?!>> She sputtered.

The detective went on with his tirade

<<I did some research. According to the pages I visited, when you like a woman you need to call her “pet names”>>

<<When you- Like- P- Pet names!?>>

<<And use pickup lines>>

<<Pickup lines? What the->>

<<Yes, so I chose one. Y/N?>>

The poor girl was extremely puzzled, but she went along with it

<<Yes, Sherlock?>>

<<I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out>>

For a few moments, all was silent.

Sherlock was anxiously awaiting her reaction, even a small sign.

Then, out of the blue, she began giggling; it soon turned into a belly laugh, with tears streaming from her eyes as she held her stomach

<<Oh- Oh my- Oh my gosh!>>

The brown-haired man stood beside her, patiently waiting for her to calm down; it took more than he expected, but he did not complain.

When her laughter finally dwindled and eventually stopped, she wiped her cheeks and looked at him, shaking her head in amusement

<<Oh, Sherlock… After that, I kinda wish you were>>

<<What? It wasn’t good?>>

He frowned. The girl moved closer to him, taking his hands in hers

<<Listen, you brilliant fool… You don’t need all that to impress me>>

<<I don’t?>>

<<Not at all. I’m already impressed by how smart you are, the way you solve cases>>

The man finally smiled, lightly squeezing her hands, but then he furrowed his brow again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<If that’s not the right way to “chat up pretty gals”->> They both cringed, and she barely suppressed a snort <<how should I do it?>>

Y/N blushed, but she did not lose her smile

<<Well, Mr Holmes… Bringing me coffee was a good move, and this… This was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, I have to admit, however cringe-worthy it may have been>>

Sherlock’s grin broadened

<<However, do you know what I would like even more?>>

<<What is it, doll?>>

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>>

Without warning, she grabbed the lapels of his inseparable coat and pulled him closer, cementing their lips together; Sherlock’s eyes widened, but he relaxed almost instantly and tightened his arms around her.

He found it surprisingly enjoyable, and she was not complaining so he assumed she did, too.

When they pulled away Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks even redder

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>> She giggled

<<I would love it if you did this more often>>

<<Far be it from me to deny a pretty dame her desire>>

<<Sherlock?>>

<<Yes, doll?>>

<<Stop with the dumb nicknames and kiss me again>>

<<Gladly>>

After another kiss, he gave her a wicked grin

<<Mh, it becomes more pleasant the more we do it>>

<<Then I suggest we keep experimenting>>

<<I second the motion>>

Their lips met again, and their arms wrapped around the other in a vice-like grip.

                                    _________________________________

A few feet away, sitting at a table outside a café, Lestrade slid a tenner toward John, who pocketed it smugly

<<It’s a pleasure to do business with you>>

<<Bloody hell, there’s three of them now>>

[galagaorbit]

Hinanami!

[im bad @ setting scenes >:[ the first part takes place @ the fountain]

Hajime couldn't focus on his game, how could he? Chiaki's had her head laid in his lap, concentrating on her game trying to beat her previous high score. Hajime's eyes kept shifting towards her, her occasional sniffles made him smile. He wanted this moment to last forever but it was getting late, they'd be kicked off of school grounds soon. "H-hey Nanami, I found this pretty cool cafe in Akihabara, would you, maybe, like to go with me?" he chuckled softly rubbing the nape of his neck. Chiaki hummed quietly, "It doubles as an arcade." Once she heard that she quickly turned her head to look up at him with stars in her eyes, "Really? I'd love to go, when! When! When!" She squirmed in his lap and giggled "Well we can go now but I doubt you'd want to go in your uniform, we should go home and change then meet up... If that's okay with you." Hajime's ears had turned red, maybe if she hadn't moved around so much in his lap he would've been able to keep it together. Chiaki shot up from his lap almost hitting him in the chin and turned to face him "I've never been very good at dating sims but I'll try my hardest to gain relationship points!"

"R-relationship points?! Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Well in every dating sim you get relationship points from dates you go on, I must've already raised enough friendship flags to start gaining relationship points." She gasps. "Unless there's actually a zombie apocalypse and this is just the filler! Now that I can handle."

"I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

"C'mon, we've got no time to lose."

She grabbed Hajime's hand and raced towards the school gate, relationship points? Dating sims? Hajime couldn't help it, he blushed at the thought of going on a date with Chiaki, what would he wear? What would he say? Should he bring flowers? His stomach churned, he was nervous.

They were outside of school property now, Hajime caught his breath "So, should I come pick you up? Or should we meet at the train station?"

"Let's meet at the station, it'll be more efficient that way. Bye now." She waved at him and started walking home, taking her DS out and walking, how does she not run into stuff? It's a mystery to him, he waved and watched her walk until she was too far to see, he pivoted and went home.

[Chiaki]

She threw her bag onto her bed and paused her game. She put her hands on her heart & blushed like mad, what would she wear? All she had was her uniform, merchandise and cosplay, what would normal girls wear? She thought about texting her classmates but then decided to trust what's dearest to her, video games. She booted up Kitty Powers' Matchmaker and Hunie pop on two monitors and started to play, after about 20 minutes she knew exactly what to do.

[Hajime]

Once he got home he flopped onto his bed, his mind was racing, what to do, what to do. He took off his uniform then stopped, he stared at his binder, would she mind? Would she care? Would she understand? He quickly put on a red long sleeve shirt, he felt plain in it so he put on a horde shirt on top, Chiaki probably plays The Horde...Right? He put on some loose jeans and as he was tucking his shirt in he remembered all those Tumblr posts about bisexual people tucking their shirts in, whatever, it doesn't matter. He finished cuffing his jeans and put on some converse, he tried sticking that one piece of hair down but no matter what he did it always shot back up.

Hajime: im walking to the station now

Chiaki: oki doki!! cant w8! >-< im omw 2!!

Soon enough he reached the station, he assumed she'd take a long time to get there but to his surprise she showed up two minutes later. Hajime's heart started racing, her cat thigh highs, her frilly skirt, her Resident Evil shirt, he felt as if his heart would explode and it almost did, Chiaki's hair was tied into two low pigtails, he didn't think she could get any cuter but there she is. Her jacket perfectly framed her breasts, he tried not to stare but his blush gave it all away. "H-hinata-kun? Do I look bad?" His staring must've made her self-conscious, he rushes to her side & hesitantly puts his hands on her shoulders. "I think you look perfect, not perfect like you're a god or something, BUT YOU'RE NOT UGLY, I've never seen you as ugly. Not that others do! I just think that- I'll s-stop talking." She giggled, "I understand, now let's go, my fingers are aching to play." She wiggled her fingers in Hajime's face.

Soon enough their train came, of course it was full, afterall it is a train to Akihabara, it's bound to be full. Hajime held the pole and held Chiaki close, she took out her handheld, muted it and played til they reached their destination.

(a/n: its considered rude to talk/make loud noise in trains in japan)

Hajime sighed a sigh of relief as he stepped off the train, having Chiaki pressed up against him drove him crazy. She turned to him "Lead the way Master Cheif!" She was beaming with excitment, Hajime chuckled and started walking towards the cafe before he audibly gasped, Chiaki intertwined their hands, she looked up at him and smiled, her smile was his kryptonite, he quickly turned away from her and sped up. "H-hey Hinata! Slow down! I can't keep up" Chiaki was tripping over her own feet and the cracks in the side walk, she puffed her cheeks at Hajime, which in his opinion only made her cuter. "I'm sorry Nanami, I just want to get there before they close yknow?"

"I get it, just slow down a bit." She chuckled and tilted her head at him.

They continued on, they didn't need to speak, just having each other around was enough. As they reached their destination Chiaki's eyes went wide, she could see all the games from the window, she bounced "Let's go Hinata-kun!" Chiaki dragged Hajime inside and once she stepped in her jaw dropped, she felt as if she was in a dream, she spun around, getting a good look at everything around her. She jumped onto Hajime "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hajime hugged her tightly "I knew you'd like it here." "Like it? I love it? Let's go, c'mon" Chiaki dragged Hajime to the nearest game, he chuckled to himself, she's so quiet and reserved but when it comes to games, she's a completely different person. He thought to himself. Chiaki couldn't take her eyes off the screen, she was so focused that she had her tongue sticking out a bit in between her lips, Hajime wanted to poke it, but why? He had no reason to, he stared at her, he could barely focus on his own screen plus she was doing just fine without him, the flashing lights hitting Chiaki's soft skin made her seem unreal, the reflection of her screen in her eyes, the noises she'd make, it all made Hajime's heart flutter. "I'm gonna go get us some boba, what flavour do you want?" She stayed silent for a bit "Strawberry...probably." Her eyes didn't leave the screen, Hajime walked off to go get their boba. Once Hajime left, Chiaki felt lonely, why? He's still there, he just left to get some boba. Even though Hajime didn't do well with the game she still enjoyed his company, even if he was just standing their, but Chiaki didn't feel lonely for long, she soon felt two hands cover her eyes "Guess who?" She giggled and turned around, not caring about the game, Hajime handed her the boba and sipped on his "Wow, the games are great and so are the drinks" Chiaki held her cup with two hands and took a large sip. Hajime laughed to himself and leaned against the machine behind him, "I found DDR on the other side of the cafe, wanna have a competition?"

She gulped. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

"Bring it on!"

They rushed to the DDR machine and discarded their empty cups, obviously Chiaki picked the hardest difficulty, Paranoia Survivor Max, hijinks ensued; Chiaki was getting a perfect score as always so Hajime decided to tickle her, it worked, she lost her combo & Hajime continued. Chiaki puffed her cheeks "Hajime, someone's stealing your phone!" Hajime quickly turned around and looked for his phone, Chiaki laughed as she continued to play, they decided to focus on their game however Hajime isn't the most graceful when it comes to DDR. Hajime ended up tripping on his shoelace and landed on top of Chiaki with a thud, he's seen enough anime to know that he's probably touching her breast or his face is in between her legs but no, this wasn't an anime. Even with Hajime on top of her Chiaki couldn't help but laugh, Hajime slowly lifted himself off the laughing girl. His hands were near her head, he was still on top of her but he didn't want to move, he's never heard her laugh like that, he bursted into laughter, he didn't care if people were staring, he was having fun, she was having fun. Chiaki started to snort, she tried stopping but the more she did the more she snorted, Hajime thought it was the most beautiful noise, cuter than her giggles, cuter than her hmph's, cuter than her sniffles, her unrestrained laughter was music to his ears. Once they both calmed down they got up off the floor and smiled at each other, they couldn't help it, it was so natural to them.

"I'm sleepy... Let's go home." She giggled softly as she grabbed Hajime's hand and laid her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her and hugged her close, in that moment, he felt perfect, no need for a talent, no need to be an ultimate, no insecurities, no doubts, he felt perfect... With her.

hhhh i hope u liek it! im not a writer but i tried my best!

[evie568]

Work in progress

♫ ♪ Spotify playlist : Ella changed the Name — Previously named : Cut ; by eviewivi

Date of creation : December 2017 — 3h6m

Let’s start from the beginning.

— —

· Who am I?

My name is Evie.

It was not my given name. I chose it myself. I always wanted a long name, like “Isabella” or “Elisabeth”, but I was given Eve. So I decided to add another letter to it to make it longer (age 4/5).

Some of my diplomas say “Evie”, and others say “Eve”. My passport says “Eve” whereas my social insurance card says “Evie”.

It’s a bit of a mess.

— —

I was born in 1995, in London and moved to the South of France with my family (age 8).

My parents are both English (although they enjoy saying they’re French since they have duel nationality now). I have 2 older sisters and 1 older brother.

At the age of 8, I remember that I could count up to 30 in French and say “Bonjour”. That was about it. I was put in a French school straight away and it was scary at first.

— —

Learning to speak French came naturally as I was young. The grammar was a little harder, and I still have difficulty with it today.

I actually have difficulty in English too. I often make mistakes.

Being born in one country and moving to another can sometimes be confusing.

“Are you French?” Not really…

“English?” Neither…

“So what are you?” Good question.

You often get asked the same questions.

“Do you think in English or French?”

“Do you dream in English or French?”

“Do you prefer England or France?”

I don’t mind it though, they find it interesting.

— —

· What happed?

This is a difficult question. I’m not too sure as I am still discovering things everyday.

I am not writing this, cured from my mental illness. I am writing this, still going through tough times, trying to get better everyday.

I am writing this as a sort of therapy, to help myself and maybe others.

To understand myself better, for family and friends to understand me better and maybe for people to relate to.

Writing has never been my strong point but whether you are good at it or not, I do find it helps. You get to express yourself freely, like dancing, or painting or creating music… any form of art really.

— —

So back to the question : what happened?

In 2018, I was diagnosed with a mental illness I had never heard of before in my life : Borderline Personality Disorder.

— —

· How did this all start?

After finishing a Sound Engineering course back in 2015 (Montpellier, FR), I went back home to my parents house to look for a job in the music industry.

It was very hard to find a job with no work experience at all. It was a catch 22 situation : I needed a job to gain experience but couldn’t get a job without any prior experience.

I would end up playing The Sims everyday in my one piece pajamas. Drinking Desperados in the evening while dreaming of moving to Sydney.

My parents quickly noticed I was not being very productive, and gave me a speech.

I would often check Facebook and see my best friend at the time, having the time of her life as an Au Pair in London.

I was jealous.

— —

In October 2015, I took a plane to London to become an Au Pair.

I was an Au Pair for about 2 years in London, and it was so much fun.

I made friends with other Au Pairs from all over the world that were so lovely. We would go out to bars, concerts, parks, museums, festivals and so much more.

— —

Then I met Julien.

This part is difficult to write about as it is still very painful and I have forgotten a lot.

My therapist told me it’s hard to remember what hurt you so much. I find that to be true in this situation, but I’ll try my best.

— —

I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life. And I was 22 years old.

My brother created an online profile for me on a website called OKCupid. He told me that it wasn’t just for dating, but you could also make friends.

I met Julien on OKCupid. His username was “JulienB26” (his last name started with a B and he was 26… I know, very creative…). Mine was “BurnTogether” (the name of a music album I was OBSESSED with at the time)

He was not my type at all, but sent me the sweetest, most personal message I had ever received, so I thought “why not?”

We met in a rock bar in Camden Town called The Worlds End, and it was fun. We got on straight away and it was my best first date ever.

Long story short we ended up dating.

After only about a month, I left my Au Pair family and moved in with him in Notting Hill. He met my family and I met his.

My parents adored him! He seemed so perfect. He was cultured, dressed nicely, polite, had a good job, a nice and tidy apartment…

He wasn’t that perfect though.

— —

He smoked a lot of weed, was addicted to online video games and extremely jealous.

I remember one time when I was typing to my friend at the time, he snatched my phone out of my hands to see what I was writing. It was quite aggressive and I did not like it at all.

— —

My Au Pair friend Pri invited me one day to spend time with her and our new Au Pair friend to go out to pubs near London Bridge.

I refused, as Julien didn’t want me to go. He didn’t like Pri.

We (Julien and I) went to the rock bar we first met at instead. It was not fun. We didn’t have much left in common.

I felt the relationship slowly dying and there was a lot about him I did not like anymore. But breaking up with him was not an option.

I got drunk. I often drank. I liked it so much and would drink too much, too often.

The following day I saw about 5 to 10 messages from my friend Pri.

There was a terrorist attack that very same night at London Bridge.

She managed to escape but unfortunately our Au Pair friend, did not.

— —

Pri asked me to spend the day with her, the day we found out that our friend had passed away and, of course, I went.

We drank wine together and cried.

She didn’t want to spend the night alone and asked me if I could stay with her.

I agreed and asked Julien if it was okay with him. But it was not.

It was a problem for him and he refused.

I left.

— —

Julien had been acting strange for a couple of days.

I didn’t really know what to do and didn’t want to be egocentric and assume it was because of me, but I did.

Maybe he was thinking about his father who passed away?

I didn’t know, and he wasn’t telling me anything.

— —

One day, as I came home from babysitting, and had enough. I needed to know what was wrong.

He put down his joint, told his online friends on Discord that he needed to leave and turned around from his computer to face me.

— —

This part is very hard to remember.

He told me I didn’t deserve his love as he couldn’t love me to the fullest.

He wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to end things and needed some time to think.

Our age difference was a problem for him. He thought we were in two different phases of our life.

— —

I didn’t sleep that night.

I watched Netflix and cried until I saw the sun rise.

The next following days were difficult. It was the same pattern everyday.

I woke up sad, left for work angry, came back confused and went to sleep sad.

I didn’t deserve this.

No one deserves being with someone who isn’t sure they love them and needs time to think.

So I decided to leave.

I took a train to Paris and never came back.

— —

My brother who studied art in Paris, decided to spend a year of his education in Bergen, Norway. So he had an un-used flat in Paris for a year.

I asked my parents if I could stay in the flat while looking for a job in Paris.

They agreed.

— —

I felt fresh, like a new chapter of my life was starting. I didn’t know anyone (besides my brothers friends, Julie and Yolo).

I bought healthy, organic, vegan food and bought a membership to a gym that I would go to everyday for an hour.

Things were looking good. I felt positive.

— —

I quickly found a part-time job as a receptionist for a company involved in cryptocurrency.

It was so much fun.

I loved saying hello to all the staff that walked passed my desk in the morning.

My life was good, and it got even better.

— —

I went to the company’s seminar in a grand chateau outside of Paris.

One evening, we had special places to sit for dinner. It was a way of mixing all different employees from different services to connect.

I was sat at a table with one of the Vice Presidents of the company.

He was very kind and asked me what I do outside of work and what I would like to do in the future.

I had a couple of Desperados and told him that I originally wanted to join a company in the music industry and work my way up, but since working for the company, I had fallen in love with the it and would actually like to work my way up in this company.

This was not a sneaky plan or anything. I’m not that smart.

Fortunately though, the President of the company heard my tipsy conversation and called me over.

He asked me if what I said was true. I was astonished he knew my name!

— —

About two weeks after the seminar, the Vice President of Sales approached me asking if we could have a chat.

He had heard from the President that I wanted to join the company and offered me a position in the Sales department.

I had no experience whatsoever in sales, but accepted with great pleasure.

— —

My personal life on the other hand was not going so well.

I was drinking a lot and started cutting myself with broken glass as a punishment for drinking.

But I didn’t tell anyone or do anything about it as I felt in control of the situation.

I was on OKCupid again but comparing every profile to Julien.

In the spring of whatever year it was (2018 maybe?), I went back to London to see Julien as he had some of my belongings to give back to me.

We talked and walked in Hyde Park for about two hours. I wore his favorite dress.

I told him about my amazing new job and friends I had made. I was subtly bragging about my life. I wanted him to regret letting me go. And he did. He cried so much and felt very regretful. I felt happy even though I was suffering inside.

Towards the end of the walk he told me he was seeing someone new.

I did not expect that. I was shocked.

— —

I remember taking the underground back, and crying like I have never cried before while listening to Taylor Swift.

I felt that something inside of me had changed. Something bad.

— —

After returning back to Paris things got worse. I was drinking more and cutting deeper and more often.

Julien was still texting me at the time and I was not responding as I wanted to cut the cord with him.

He didn’t understand why and I remember telling him that I had never felt this bad in my life. I had never hated myself so much and needed space.

He told me that I needed to seek professional help.

I said goodbye and blocked him.

— —

On the day of Gay Pride 2018 in Paris.

I was drinking alone.

I didn’t eat anything that day and drank a bottle of white wine alone in my flat.

I remember grabbing a glass and smashing it on the floor, collecting the sharpest piece of glass I could find and cutting and cutting and cutting.

My friend Yolo came over and saw the pieces if glass all over the kitchen floor and saw me on the floor crying and bleeding.

She called an Uber and took me to a psychiatric hospital.

I was so desperate for help that I would have gone anywhere she took me.

We had to stop the Uber half way there so I could throw up and then continue on our route.

— —

Once there I remember talking to a professional, crying, about suicidal thoughts I had.

I remember doing a lot of research at the time and discovered a website.

It had all the information I was looking for on it.

I spent a night at the hospital Saint Anne to sober up.

The following day, they let me go.

— —

Even though things were bad, I still felt 100% in control of the situation.

I would self harm and drink almost daily.

I continued doing research about suicide and the sharpest object known to man.

One day I decided to order a pack of scalpels off of Amazon. They arrived quickly.

I was so eager to try them but had to go to work that day. So I just did a small cut on my arm and wow.

I didn’t press hard at all but bled. It was so satisfying at the time.

— —

On my friend Julie’s birthday I remember coming home from work, going to the closest shop to my flat and buying two 50cl cans of Desperados. I could tell the cashier was judging me, but I did not care much.

I put on a stand up comedy show on Netflix and proceeded to drink the beer.

Then I remembered the scalpels in my bedside draw.

I had promised myself not to self-harm anymore before the summer holidays as I would be around my family in t-shirts and shorts.

But I wanted to so badly. So I did.

I said to myself that it would be just one cut on my thigh. But it had to be satisfying enough.

So I cut my thigh.

— —

I forgot that it was a scalpel and in my mind it was just a piece of broken glass.

Big mistake.

I cut too deep.

I remember seeing the white fat through the cut in my thigh.

It didn’t hurt though.

Then the blood started to flow. There was so much.

I tried to close the cut with my hands, but blood got everywhere.

I panicked.

I didn’t want to disturbed Julie on her birthday so I phoned her boyfriend (who was also my work colleague).

He calmed me down and phoned the emergencies who arrived very quickly.

— —

I went to the hospital and had to have ten stitches in my thigh.

They also made me speak to a therapist there who told me I could go home.

So I went home.

— —

I was seeing a psychiatrist for a while (since the Gay Pride event)

That told me after the 10 stitches incident that I was depressed.

I still remember the feeling of her telling me I was depressed. I was shocked and didn’t want to believe her.

I had everything under control!

She suggested I take antidepressants and I accepted. Paroxetine 10mg

— —

I worked for the company for about a year.

It was amazing.

I traveled to Berlin and London. I also attended a “Blockchain Cruise” from Barcelona to Monaco to Ibiza.

I could bring whomever I wanted from the company.

I chose Jacques.

He seemed nice.

— —

On the cruise, there was a party going on and of course, we both attended it. I was a little bit tipsy and kissed a guy on the dance floor.

I remember seeing Jacques really angry and went over to talk to him.

We were talking near the main bar on the boat.

He seemed very drunk.

He tried to kiss me but I pushed him away.

He tried again and I had to push harder.

Someone felt the need to intervene and asked me if I needed help.

I told them that everything was okay and walked Jacques back to the room.

— —

After the trip I wanted to forget that side I saw of Jacques.

So I did.

I wanted to be his friend and he wanted to be mine.

— —

One evening we were having drinks with work colleagues in a whiskey bar.

I asked Jacques, as a friend, if he wanted to spend the night at my flat.

I felt very lonely and was a bit tipsy.

I didn’t want anything to happen between us, but I understand now how he thought differently.

— —

As we were going to bed, he tried again, like on the cruise to kiss me.

I pushed him away but he was stronger.

He then proceeded to take my pajama trousers off.

I pulled them back up. He pulled them back down.

I remember his fingers inside of me. I tried pushing him off of me but he grabbed my wrists.

He then, finally, saw that I was not happy.

So thankfully, he stopped.

I pulled my trousers back up and stayed in a foetus position until I fell asleep.

— —

The next morning we walked to work together.

I didn’t feel right. Something about that night felt wrong.

I phoned Julie and told her what had happened. She was in Greece at the time.

I sent an email to my boss telling him that I didn’t feel well and asking him if I could have the day off.

He accepted and I left with my friend Yolo who met me at work.

— —

We had a lovely day. We went to the cinema, went and got massages, and later on that evening, we were at a café and my friend Julie appeared out of nowhere!

She had taken an early plane back from Greece to come and see me.

I was so happy to see her!

— —

The next week, at the end of the day at work, round 7pm, my boss asked if he could talk to me.

He told me that the President of the company had heard that I slept with a married colleague.

This has never happened and I has shocked and embarrassed.

I told him this information was not true and he believed me.

He told me to tell him if anything ever happens between me and a colleague.

I felt the need to tell him that Jacques took advantage to me. And I did.

My voice was shacking. He was angry.

After our chat, I left and went home.

— —

I don’t remember this part very well but I remember going to see my therapist very drunk with a bottle in my hand to my appointment.

She called the emergencies and they took me to a psychiatric hospital, La Maison Blanche.

— —

It was very strange at first seeing all different kinds of patients, with all different mental illnesses.

(the person is drinking water from a puddle, not praying)

— —

I stayed for about 15 days there and made some friends.

It wasn’t as bad as it first seemed.

— —

My siblings were aware of what was going on with me. But once again, I still felt under control of what was happening.

They didn’t think so, and they were right to think that.

One day I ran away of the hospital and drank cans of beer in the side walk.

That is when my siblings decided to tell my parents what was going on.

After going back inside the hospital, one of the nurses told me that my mother was on her way to see me, she took a 4h train to come.

She had no idea what was going on before. It must have been a terrible shock for her.

I felt so scared and embarrassed for her to see me in this blue outfit they had given me but they refused to give me back my clothes.

— —

It was extremely difficult to balance my work and personal mental health.

I was coming to terms with my depression and accepting that I was, in fact, never in control of anything that was happening to me.

— —

After leaving the hospital, I went back to work.

It was very awkward at first.

The President of the company asked to speak with me about my long absence.

I didn’t want to go into details, so I just mentioned that I was at the hospital without saying why, or what kind of hospital…

Later that same day, someone from human resources also asked to speak to me.

She was asking is everything was okay and I told her what my therapist had told me to say, that I had a really sore throat.

Now looking back at it, I know that she knew exactly where I was. In a psychiatric hospital.

The papers the hospital were giving to my company to cover my absence, had the address on them.

So she knew…

— —

One day, my boss got fired out of the blue. He was such an amazing person and work colleague. He didn’t deserve this.

Later that month, my other Sales colleague, also got fired.

Cryptocurrency was not doing as well as it was before, and the company was slowly dying.

I was next to get fired.

It was the day before my birthday.

I remember my new, less cool boss, asked me to have a word with him and a person from HR.

I honestly thought at the time that I was getting a raise. Lol.

The conversation was very awkward, it lasted about 15 minutes. I don’t remember much of what was said.

They told me to leave straight away and not mention to anyone that I got fired.

I told my friend/colleague on Slack before leaving the building.

He was worried he was next to get fired.

So I sent him a brief message saying “turns out you were right about the Sales team getting fired. I have to leave now. Please don’t tell anyone.”

I left and went home.

— —

As I got home I lay on the sofa staring into oblivion.

I wanted to cry. I said to myself that this is a situation most people would cry.

But it was so hard to shed a tear.

I felt numb.

— —

I phoned my mother and told her what had happened. She was worried I would do something bad.

I invited my friend, Alienor, that I made from the hospital over, and we drank beer and took cocaine.

My father phoned me.

He could hear by my voice that I had drank.

My parents contacted Yolo to come pick me up and take me back to the hospital by Uber.

I felt obliged to go with her, so I went and Alienor left.

I only stayed one night or maybe two. I don’t really remember.

— —

I continued living in Paris for a couple of months, without a job.

I would drink everyday. Cans of Heineken beer.

I would wake up and drink straight away, while watching BoJack Horseman.

Then I would fall asleep around 6pm.

Everyday was the same pattern. Beer and BoJack.

— —

I had stopped self harming, as I had promised myself since the 10 stitches to never start again. But suicide was still a big subject in my mind.

The website I had discovered, has the most common methods of suicide in order of success rate. And hanging myself seemed like an okay technique.

I wanted to test it out without actually killing myself.

I know it sounds weird.

I wanted to try and see if it was doable without actually doing it all the way.

——

I took the cotton belt off from my work trousers. I thought to myself that I wouldn’t need it anymore, as I don’t have a job anymore.

I tied a knot around my clothes hanger in my wardrobe, and tied the other side around my neck.

Then, I very gently bent my legs (as I could touch the floor).

The next thing I remember is waking up with the belt around my neck, in my wardrobe.

Saliva was all over my mouth. Snot was dripping from my nose.

It scared me.

I couldn’t undo the tight knot around my neck so cut it off with a pair of kitchen scissors.

I threw the belt in the bin and laid in my bed in a state of shock.

I phoned a friend at the time, and told him what just happened to me.

He came over and we talked about it.

— —

I liked him, he promised not to tell anyone and let me drink.

Yolo and Julie where more worried and protective. They would judge how much I would drink, and I didn’t really like that.

— —

One day, a colleague/friend of mine was organizing a small party at his house with about 8 people.

Julie, her boyfriend, Yolo and I all went along with other ex-work colleagues.

I got drunk quickly. And when I drank, I would talk too much.

I told a friend/ex-work colleague that I tried to hang myself the other day just to try it out but ended up fainting.

— —

Later that evening, I went home to my flat and fell asleep.

Around 3 in the morning, my door bell rang.

I didn’t know who it was, but opened the door all tired.

It was Julie, Yolo and another friend.

They were really worried about me.

What I had said at that party has gotten out, and everyone knew about it.

They told me I needed to go back to the hospital.

So I did the very next morning.

— —

I went back to The Maison Blanche, and stayed there for 12 nights.

One of the male nurses saw me and asked why I was back, again.

I told him what had happened and he was very nice. He gave me advice and listened to me.

He mentioned that we should go out for drinks once I get out of the hospital. I agreed and gave him my number.

— —

We texted that night, while I was in my hospital bed.

Our text messages were very flirtatious.

The next following days we had sexual relations in my hospital room, and in the storage room.

— —

Once I left La Maison Blanche, I invited Alienor over to drink and take cocaine.

And I told her about my romantic affair I had at the hospital.

She didn’t seem surprised. She told me that another female patient had sexual relations with a nurse there too, and she wondered if it was the same nurse. So did I.

We sent a message to the girl in question and asked her to describe the male nurse she had relations with.

It was him. Paul. And she was 17.

— —

This suddenly felt wrong and I had to tell someone. So I told my mother about Paul and also Jacques.

She was really angry. More so about Paul the nurse than Jacques. But I felt the opposite.

I didn’t feel taken advantage of by Paul. But Jaques really hurt me.

My mother wanted me to report both of them to the police, so I did.

— —

My parents didn’t trust me living alone in such a big city so far away. I needed help.

In May 2019 I want to Rehab for alcohol and cocaine addiction.

I spent one month there. It was much nicer than the hospital. They had a ping-ping table, a chess set and many more activities.

I spent a month in Rehab and it was really nice to be away from alcohol.

Alcohol affected me in bad ways.

I would say so many things I regret. I would hurt myself and make bad decisions.

I drank so much that when I didn’t, I would uncontrollably shake and feel faintish.

Rehab made me want to stop forever.

— —

My mother would visit me often and it was lovely to see her. She was very supportive.

After leaving Rehab, it was time for me to leave Paris forever and move back in with my parents down South of France.

I needed to not be alone. I needed help.

— —

I moved back into my old bedroom with my vinyls and The White Stripes posters. It was comforting.

I was now taking more medication : Paroxetine (20mg) and Abilify (5mg).

And it was making me feel better.

My mother wanted me to see one of the best therapists in France.

So I started seeing a new psychiatrist in Bordeaux, FR (1h away by train) every two weeks.

At first we did not get along.

I wanted him to help me forget about my ex, but he explained that it was not possible to forget the past, you must accept it as part of you, like a scar.

He wanted me start writing about my feelings in a journal. I was not good at it and did not enjoy it. But I did it anyway.

— —

A few months later, I was starting to feel much better and stronger.

My therapist was really helping me, and so was my family.

I decided it was time to find a job near my parents house.

In October 2019, I found a job as an Exhibition Assistant for a company in events.

I was saving up to move to Sydney, Australia. To start a new life far away. To a place I’ve always wanted to go to.

I’ve never been to Australia but didn’t care.

— —

Working for this company was not fun, and a lot of pressure. They wanted to me make a minimum of 200 phone calls a day. And I hated being on the phone.

I told my therapist about my job being very pressurizing and he told me to quite and move to Sydney sooner.

That sounded like a great plan! I was so happy about this decision.

I went home and bought myself a Working Holiday Visa.

— —

My psychiatrist decided it was time to stop my medication as I was doing really well.

So I stopped them gradually.

The withdraw effects were a nightmare.

I was sweating, felt nauseous, had diarrhea, felt extremely emotional…

But that only lasted for about 2 weeks.

I was so happy that I wasn’t taking any medication anymore!

I felt on top of the world.

— —

For New Years Eve, I decided to go see my old friends from when I was doing my Sound Engineering course.

I told them about what had happened to me, and I could see it made them sad. They told me that I was such a happy person before. That I didn’t deserve this.

I told them I was fine now and that it was in the past.

I didn’t drink on NYE and they respected that. But I felt odd. I felt numb for some reason. They loved me so much and expressed it. But I didn’t seem to feel the same way. I used to. But not anymore. I didn’t feel love for anyone and that worried me. I felt like a ghost.

— —

My mother picked me up and could tell that I was different.

I went to work the following day and did not feel well at all.

I could feel it all coming back. I was so scared and ashamed of relapsing. But I knew I was.

I told my boss that I wasn’t feeling well and she let me go home.

I got back home and told my parents : I think I’m depressed again…

— —

I saw my therapist again and every session he would read what I wrote.

This was the last time I wrote in my diary.

He closed my black book and called my mother in.

He told me I needed to go back to a psychiatric hospital.

— —

My parents drove me back home from Bordeaux after that session and we packed a suitcase and went to the nearest psychiatric hospital. La Candelie in Agen.

I remember hearing my therapist on the phone to the hospital telling them I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I had no idea what that was.

— —

I arrived at La Candelie and spent 7 weeks there.

I was not in a good state of mind.

I tried hanging myself multiple times there in the shower but couldn’t let go of all of my weight by bending my legs. I just couldn’t.

I cut myself often and managed to bring in Vodka.

It was a mess.

— —

They put me in the isolation room for one night.

The isolation room was horrific.

They gave me paper pajamas that would rip with the slightest movement.

The door was locked and I had a bucket to pee in.

I was not allowed a pillow or a blanket. It was so cold and my pajamas were ripped everywhere.

The next morning, I saw a psychiatrist from the hospital and told him that I was fine and just being dramatic. I did not want to go back there.

— —

After 7 long weeks I was finally allowed out.

It was a long time.

I was now on even more medication : Paroxetine, Abilify, Tercian, Alprazolam and Mirtazapine.

I felt so numb. Better, but numb.

Australia was not an option anymore. Not for a while anyway.

— —

Once I left the hospital, I was obliged to have a nurse come to my parents house every morning and evening to make sure that I take all my medication properly.

I also had to go a psychological-medical center once a week.

I got tired of explaining what happened when, where and why. It was hard to remember. So I decided to write all the bullet points down on a piece of paper.

— —

· Where am I now?

Today is the 13th of May 2021. I still suffer from my mental illness even though I wish it was all in the past.

I’m currently taking Mirtazapine, Abilify and Alprazolam and only see a nurse once a week to restock on medication.

My therapist appointments have been elongated to once a month.

I haven’t self harmed in about a year.

I do however still have episodes with suicidal thoughts, but they are less severe.

My therapist from Paris once told me that you will have ups and downs, but with time the ups will be less up and the downs less down.

It’s starting to make sense now.

I currently live in a small city called Agen (30m drive from my parents house) with my boyfriend Yann. He’s the best.

We met through an old friend of mine that I reconnected with last year.

I still don’t have many friends where I live, as they are all over the place (Montpellier, London and Paris)

— —

My mother took an online course about Borderline Personality Disorder, which I really appreciate. I feel like maybe she understands a part of me more.

— —

Julie left Paris and moved to Montpellier to become a Yoga instructor. She and her boyfriend are still together, building their new life in the South of France.

— —

Yolo is still in Paris, she recently got a job as a video editor for a cool company. She’s doing great.

— —

Pri is still in London, not as an Au Pair anymore but as a chef by day, and an Art Salon organizer by night. She’s always been very productive and I admire that.

— —

Alienor unfortunately is back in the hospital in Paris, La Maison Blanche, as she tried to commit suicide by jumping off of a bridge above train rails. She lost both of her legs and one arm, but thankfully survived.

— —

The criminal cases concerning Jacques and Paul the nurse, are still going on. It’s been a very long process but I hope it ends soon.

— —

I don’t have any news at all regarding Julien and do not plan on having any.

— —

· Why am I writing this?

Like I wrote at the beginning of this, longer than expected text, about my mental health, I am writing this for me, my family and friends and hopefully others who may relate to it and seek help if they need it.

I often mentioned that I felt under control of the situation, but I was wrong. So maybe someone reading this might make the decision to seek help.

I have no words to describe how thankful I am to the people who helped me.

This is not a suicide note, it’s the opposite. It’s a “life” note.

A note to remind me that some days can be nice and happy, but others can be very, very hard. But you must go on. You must keep on fighting. It might seem like an endless battle but it gets better.

Sometimes that’s hard to see. But I see it now.

[maryb121813]

Wiped Memories.

This fic was based on the theory that MC had her memory wiped after her year in Devildom was up and Mammon is trying to reconnect with her through the game. I hope you enjoy this, comments are always welcomed.

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Evangeline didn't feel right and it's been a year since she woke up from the hospital. The doctors and nurses told her she has been in a coma for a year. Her mom had found her in her apartment, collapsed and unresponsive. They still don't know why she was in a coma and all of her tests over the months were normal.

She laid in her bed listening to the sound of her alarm screaming at her. She slowly sat up and looked around the room for the millionth time. Everything was normal but didn't feel like home. Something was missing from her memory, from her life, that she couldn't remember.

She needed to get ready for work. Her family told her it was her dream job, but it didn't feel right anymore. She remembers everything that concerns her job, but she wasn't as happy as everyone was telling her she was when she got her job.

She was about to get in the shower when her phone buzzed, notifying her. She looked at it, her brows furrowed, as it was a game notification, for a game she didn't download. The game was called Obey Me! and it looked to be a dating sim. She shrugged her shoulders and headed off to the shower.

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All-day her phone buzzed nonstop. At first, it was bearable, but it was always someone named Mammon trying to get her to open the app and play the game. 

As soon as she got home she chucked the phone on her bed and took off her work clothes and got into her comfy golden brown lounge pants and a white t-shirt, then headed off to her kitchen to brew some chamomile tea.

“Hey, hey, hey, The Great Mammon, is here.” her phone belted out from her room.

“Grrr, that’s it! I’m removing the battery and getting a new phone in the morning before work.” she jogged to her room and snatched up her phone.

The game was open and loading, she was about to close the app, when his face popped up, saying “Obey Me! One master to rule them all.”

His tan skin looked like it was glowing, his white hair looked soft to the touch, his smile comforted her for some reason, but what drew her most was his blue eyes. She knew it was game, but they seem to hold so much love and tenderness.

She slowly sat down n her bed as the opening video, each one of the men’s faces seemed familiar to her. She just couldn’t remember where she saw them.

Was it at the supermarket? The mall? A fashion magazine? Cooking show? She thought, but she just couldn’t place them.

As she went through the game, every task and lesson seemed like she lived it. From Lucifer lecturing them, to Asmo flirting with her, to Beel eating all the food during breakfasts. She felt like she sat in Levi’s room and played games and watched anime with him. Her fingertips feel like they held books with Satan in the library, and her lap felt warm from Belphie falling asleep on her.

But what felt all too real, was Mammon’s attitude towards her, how protective he was to her whenever his brothers tried anything with her, how warm his cheeks felt as a blush colored them. How panicked he got whenever Lucifer caught him in a lie or stealing or trying to prank him. 

Evangeline was so engrossed in the game, she didn’t hear the knock on her door. As she continued to play, the rapping kept getting louder and stronger and more persistent, then silence.

A notification popped up, saying she got a message. She tapped on the bubble, taking her to her in-game messages. It was from Mammon.

Mammon: Hey

Mammon: Open the door.

She waited for her turn to reply but the box didn’t give her options. A loud bang made her jump, making her drop her phone to the bed. She looked over in the direction of her front door, then back down at her phone.

Mammon: Open the door, damn it!

She ran towards the door and touched the doorknob but hesitated to open it. She bit her lip, wondering if it was to game developer messing with her.

“Evangeline, I know you’re there.” she felt a soft thud against the door, “Please, Evan, I need to see you.”

That was all it took for her to make up her mind. She slowly turned the knob, the door slowly swung inward and there stood the man who has been all over her phone screen.

He stood with his hands on either side of the door frame, his head hung low showing her his soft white locks. He was wearing the same outfit as in the game. His signature brown and white jacket with a black t-shirt, denim jeans with golden yellow belt and tassel and black biker boots. His golden sunglasses partially covered his blue eyes.

“Mammon?” Evangeline whispered

Whatever control he had was lost once she whispered his name. He took his hands away from the door and grasped her face and capturing her lips in a hot and passion filled kiss. Evangeline’s eyes grew wide, as he kissed her furiously. 

All of a sudden her eyes rolled back into her head and slowly closed as memories flooded back to the whole year she spent with the demon brothers. All the lessons and lectures with Lucifer, having anime marathons with Levi, long nights studying at the library with Satan, shopping with Asmo, snacking with Beel and Belphie napping they ate. Most of all she remembers falling in love with the demon in her apartment. 

Most of all she remembers falling in love with the demon in her apartment. His awful and expensive cologne filled surrounding the air, his thumbs rubbed against her jawline, his fingers gripped the back of her back, holding her still as he continued to kiss her.

She lifted her hands and placed them on his wrists to get his attention. He makes some grunting sound, rejecting her request. She moved her hands to his chest and gently pushed against him.

He reluctantly let go of her lips. “What the hell are you doing? Here I am, The Great Mammon, showing you how much I missed you and wanted to touch you this past year and here you are, a lowly human, pushing the great me away. Why are you stopping me?” he said.

“Mammon, you really are here, aren’t you?” tears started welling up in her eyes. 

His demeanor soften to her tears, “Yeah Evan, I’m here." He slide his hand through her hair, trying to calm her down. "I spent the whole day trying to get you to play the game so you could remember us, but I mostly wanted you to remember me and what I should've started way before you left."

"Which was?" She sniffled.

"That I want you to be mine. I don't want to let you go again, will you come back to Devildom with me and stay forever?" He asked.

Evangeline almost started bawling, she vigorously nodded her head. He gave her a big grin and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around the room.

"I promise you'll be happy and never want to leave me again!" he declared.

She laughed and cried tears of joy.

"Ahem! Mammon quit hogging Evangeline, we all want to cuddle with her too you know!" Whined a familiar voice.

Mammon stopped dead in his trials as Evangeline looked over and saw Asmo with his arms crossed against his chest, Beel, Belphie, Satan, Levi and Lucifer all stood in the hallway outside her apartment each other biting at the bit to get to her.

Mammon gave a groan and slowly set her back on her feet but didn't let go of her hand as all the demon brothers came in and captured her in one big hug. The brothers held her so tight, she had to squeeze Mammon's hand so he could help her.

"Hey, hey, hey that's enough, she can't breathe." He said yanking on their arms and shoulders.

"Alright guys, let's get going." Said Lucifer, "There'll be plenty of time to smother Evangeline when we get back." He smiled, making all the guys release her and start heading out of the place.

"Lucifer what about everything here?" She asked.

"What do you mean dear one?"

"What's going to happen to everything I've been doing here for the past year? And the apartment? I can't exactly pay for breaking the lease and my job?"

"Oh those? Those were only temporary, we were coming back for you anyways. I just didn't want you losing faith in us if we didn't get you in a timely manner." He gave a wicked grin.

She wasn't expecting that answer, her mouth hung open at the pure shock and awe of the whole thing. Lucifer placed his hand under her chin and pushed her mouth close.

"Close your mouth dear one, you might catch a fly." His eyes shifted towards Mammon, "Or that warning came a little too late." He said with a smile and turned away.

Mammon and Evangeline stared at Lucifer as he walked away.

"Hey!" Mammon finally shouted after his brother was long gone.

"Ah geez. Whatever, it doesn't matter. " he looked over at her and held out his hand, "You ready to go home?"

She smiled, "Yeah, I am." She took his hand and gave it a small squeeze.

He smiled back and they both walked out the building and back to Devildom, without letting go of one another.

[kagami190]

“Death & Rebirth” Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Death

Prologue

Konata, Kagami, and Tsukasa sat around a table at the Hiragi household, finding themselves restless in the summer after graduation. And as per usual, Konata had found something to rant about. What was unusual was that it wasn't anime or games or even something arbitrary - she seemed it have a genuine concern with the lack of romance during their high school years.

"The funny thing about it is," Konata said holding up one finger in a declaration, "As much as we talk about it, not one of us goes seeking out boys."

"YOU'RE the one who's talking about it," Kagami said annoyed, "I think that's personal stuff and it's rude to ask someone about it if they're uncomfortable."

"And me talking about boys and dating makes you uncomfortable?" "Yes!" Kagami said, "Why else would I have said that?!"

"Well we have been friends for a long time,". Tsukasa interjected followed by an innocent smile, "If you can't talk about things like that with girlfriends, who else would you talk about it with?"

"That's my point though, what's there to talk about?" Konata said, "No one even talks about having a crush. We're missing a core dynamic in a female social circle."

"I've just had more important things to concentrate on." Kagami said, "I was worried about my grades up until the day of graduation... Wow, can you guys believe we're done with high school?"

"I can believe that." Konata said, pausing for a beat, "What I can't believe is how a group of hotties like ourselves made it to the end of high school without so much as holding hands with someone."

"Wow," Kagami said, "You're not letting this one go, are you? "I'm just saying," Konata said.

"She does have a point," Said Tsukasa, looking sadly at the ground, "I mean, I don't think I'm ugly..."

"You're not." Kagami said, "You just have priorities as I do."

Tsukasa smiled, "Thanks, sis." She turned to Konata, "But Kona-chan you've never really cared about boys and relationships anyway. Why start now?" Tsukasa asked.

"I'm just making an observation," Konata said, "Not like it keeps me up at night." "Yeah, I'm sure your pervy dating sims satisfy your loneliness anyway." Kagami teased.

"Nah, I don't get off on it or anything. My dad might with his dating sims, but I'd rather not think about his gaming practices." Konata said, shivering a little.

"So then why play them?" Kagami asked. "It's a great social exercise," Konata said nodding.

"Right," Kagami rolled her eyes, "Social skills for the social life you don't have?"

Konata shrugged, "It beats talking to people and trying to convince them to be my friend. In the game everyone likes me."

"That's all well and good," Kagami started, "But the adult scenes?"

"Good study material for how stuff is gonna go down in college. Girls gotta be prepared to face the world of naughty coed antics."

Kagami sighed, "Riiiight. If you say so." Tsukasa gasped, "Is... THAT what happens in college?!

-1-

Konata stood at the front door of the Hiragi household, about to leave for the night.

"Bye Kona-chan! Thanks for stopping by." Tsukasa said smiling at her friend, "And thanks for letting me borrow this anime DVD. Promise I'll give it back."

"Yeah, you'd better," Konata said matter-of-factly, "I know where you live." "Real nice, creep-a-zoid." Kagami shook her head.

"You know I'm your hero." Konata winked, waving to the twins as she walked out, "Have a good one!"

"Bye!" The girls said in unison.

And with that, Konata had left for the evening.

"What'd she lend you?" Kagami asked.

"Oh, some kind of show about giant robots." Tsukasa said, taking a second to think quizzically, "For some reason, she really wanted me to watch it."

"Giant robots huh?" Kagami said, "I've seen a lot of those around in my life - which one is it?"

" I think it's called Ev******," Tsukasa said.

"Really?" Kagami said, "Sounds kinda Christian or biblical."

"Yeah, but she said it was really good and thought-provoking." Tsukasa said, "So I figured what the heck."

Kagami shrugged, "If Konata likes it, it has to be weird."

"Probably," Tsukasa said knowingly, "I won't be able to watch it tonight though - I have some college applications to fill out."

"I already sent mine off," Kagami said worriedly, "You know, you should have sent yours by now too."

Tsukasa felt a slight sweat drop of embarrassment, "Always one step ahead of me, sis."

"I'm riddled with anxiety waiting for the responses, though..." Kagami sighed. "Ya mind if I watch that anime tonight then? If you're not gonna watch it I may as well to keep myself occupied."

"Sure, sis!" Tsukasa happily handed the DVD to her sister.

"Thanks, Tsukasa." Kagami smiled, "Let me know if you need any help with those college applications."

"Kay. Night, Sis." Tsukasa said walking off. "Night," Kagami replied looking down at the anime DVD case she was holding.

It was a standard DVD case with a white piece of paper inserted where the artwork would usually be, on the spine in pen the title read, "Ev*****: Death and Rebirth."

Kagami opened the case to find a burnable, unlabeled DVD-R on the inside.

Kagami rolled her eyes. Of course, Konata would only have an illegally burned copy of a DVD. Probably purchased at some anime convention somewhere at a shady bootleg table. She briefly pondered how bootleggers got away with stuff like that at public events. It must be such a staple of Otaku culture that they just let it slide.

Kagami shrugged at her inner thought and headed for her room with the DVD.

After changing into her nightclothes, she opened the case again and marveled at how unorganized it looked. Title scribbled in the spine. Not even labeled. Only Konata.

She pressed the center button in the DVD case and with a click it released the disc, which she put in her DVD player.

The anime automatically played and opened up to a schoolyard. The camera's view panned across the front of a normal-looking high school and followed the building around to the back, in front of a group of windows. Kagami could lightly hear the sound of moans.

Moans of pleasure. Soft and breathy from a female.

"What in the..." Kagami started to herself, her entire body immediately getting extremely hot, so hot she almost broke a sweat. Her eyes stood locked on the television screen.

It was then on the screen that Kagami saw the hands of a beautiful anime girl with pink hair and small breasts pressed against one of the windows of the building. She was being pounded from behind by a strong man. A darkly handsome man, albeit in the form of an anime character. He held on to her sides and continued to penetrate the pink-haired girl. Her moans growing louder and more passionate. The man cupped her small breasts as he continued to thrust his member into her.

It was at this point that Kagami was certain this was not "Ev*****: Death and Rebirth." This was not an anime with giant robots this was explicit anime, hentai. Kagami assumed correctly that there was probably an anime with giant robots somewhere out there, but regardless, Kagami knew she wasn't watching the intended film. She grabbed her remote to lower the volume but did not stop the feature.

But she continued to watch, transfixed, now watching as the petite pink-haired girl was in a reverse cowgirl position, her small breasts bouncing up and down as the character on the screen continued to moan.

Kagami felt tingling all over her body, craving the same pleasure she could hear in the moans.

She picked up the remote beside her and turned the TV off.

Kagami couldn't believe herself. She was getting turned on, getting off to a cartoon. What the hell as the matter with her?

"I'm not going to sit here and turn into an anime perv," she whispered to herself, a light blush still apparent on her face - she could still feel the warmth her body had released.

She couldn't help but dwell on what she felt as she sat in her room in silence - the yearning. She'd never felt this way before. All thanks to Konata her first taste of sexual appetite stemmed from a perverted anime. Great.

She knew, though, that she couldn't let this moment slip away. It felt too good. She finally knew what it meant to make an irrational decision about sex. Should she watch it? Of course not... It was immoral and completely out of her character. But she wanted to watch it, to hell with everyone else. She wanted to feel pleasure, to be relieved of this bold new feeling. To feel the release, the ecstasy of what she knew to be the result. It was well worth a little bit of guilt.

Once again she picked up her remote and turned the TV.

When the screen lit up, she saw that the film had continued to play and now the same pink-haired girl lay on her back, legs spread. In between her legs was another girl, just as cute and sexy with blonde hair and a busty chest, slowly licking in between her vaginal lips.

Kagami's hand flew up to her chest, partly in surprise. When she felt her hand touch her breast she instinctively gave it a firm squeeze, a small burst of pleasure shooting through her. She let out a surprised moan. She wasn't expecting that to feel good.

She moved her hand in a circular motion, pressing down on her petite breast as she did so. She let out a small, this time pleasurable, moan, and began to unbutton her shirt.

Once she had the first few buttons undone, Kagami allowed her hand to slip underneath the shirt. She continued to fondle herself, grabbing her chest and rubbing her breast.

Kagami stopped for a split second and took two fingers and pinched her small pink nipple. "Ah..." She let out a soft sigh.

With her other hand, she slowly moved towards her waist and put her hand underneath the elastic of her pajama pants, moving past her cotton panties and feeling herself.

Kagami let out a moan so loud she had to cover her mouth with her free hand.

"It's wet..." She said to herself, smelling her sexual juices, "I'm wet."

So this was what 'wet' meant.

Keeping her hand covering her mouth she went in with her hand again, shutting her eyes firmly in anticipation.

It wasn't in vain, she moaned loudly into her hand as soon as her fingers reached under her panties. She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy.

"Yeah..." She whispered to herself, "Oh my God..."

Her breathing became heavier as she continued to rub her young body. Looking back up at the TV, the scene with the two women was still playing, the pink-haired girl now pleasuring the blonde one with her finger. But she was concentrating on a specific part towards the top. Kagami recognized why.

Kagami had always known what her clitoris was, and what it was, but never dared to try anything.

Unlike tonight when she thought, it was anything goes.

She ran her middle finger over her clitoris for the first time and hunched over in pleasure.

"Fuck..." She heaved, slightly taken aback but not completely surprised at the use of the expletive. "Jeez..."

She took her middle finger and moved it back to her clit, this time rubbing it in a circular motion. "Oh yeah..." Her other hand covered her mouth once again as she let out a long muffled moan, "Oh, God!" She screamed again into her hand. She slowed her hand as she rubbed her clit, the ecstasy became more sensual and bold.

"Hah..." She panted, her voice raising an octave or so, her body began to tremor.

She once again sped up her finger movement massaging her clitoris. It was unlike anything she had felt yet, the soft fondling evolving to a faster more aggressive rubbing was so potent with pleasure, she felt like she was going to explode. She felt like she was going to explode.

But she kept on.

She thought for a split second that she might pee. But the feeling of ecstasy far outweighed the feeling of impending urination. Something else was about to happen and she didn't care what.

She felt her entire body tighten and fill with the nicest, the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt in her life. Her body filled with warmth. It almost felt like a magic warmth and it shot through her entire body.

Without warning her pelvis shot up into the air as her fingers continued to massage her young 18- year-old clitoris. She used her other hand to grab her right breast and massage into it as she experienced her first clitoral orgasm.

She screamed - not bothering to cover her mouth. It was loud, almost a guttural moan, followed by her soft voice letting the rest of the exasperation crawl out of her mouth, out of her petite body.

With that, she simply lay there to catch her breath, heaving and panting, not regretting a single moment. She already knew she needed more.

She looked down in between her legs to see a small puddle that her juices had left on the bed. She used two fingers to wipe over the small puddle and investigate it further. When she brought her two fingers closer to her face, they were damp and slightly dripping.

"Wow, " Kagami said to herself, "That's a lot of... Uh, stuff." There was a light tapping at her door.

"Kagami?" She heard Tsukasa's voice, "Are you okay?"

Kagami jumped, a pit in her stomach dropping like a slab of cement. She pulled the cover over her body frantically and did her best to answer her sister in a normal voice.

"Yeah," She said weakly, "I'm good."

"Can I come in?"

"NO!" Kagami said, "I mean.. No sis, I'm totally ok, besides I look horrible."

She looked again at the puddle in between her legs. Yeah, she could look pretty bad if someone walked in.

"Umm. Ok." Tsukasa said, "I heard a scream I was just worried. "Uh, yeah," Kagami said, "Just stubbed my toe, it really hurt." "Oh," Tsukasa said, her tone not buying it, "You're SURE?" "Tsukasa!" Kagami said, "Go to bed!"

"Ok.." Tsukasa said, a little hurt in her voice, "Sorry. Good night."

Once again Kagami felt her red cheeks subsiding and the blood finally rushed back into her body, her face going from a bright red to her normal skin color. That was a close one.

She didn't know what to do with her newfound hobby, or who she should confide in... IF she should confide in anyone. Konata was out, she would just tease her until the end of days. But this was too much for her to not seek advice from someone.

She sighed. That was probably enough sexual stuff for the night. She felt spent anyway, as the experience was considerably intense.

She got up from her bed and began to get dressed in her pajamas once again, going to her closet and grabbing a spare sheet... so that at least the giant wet spot wouldn't keep her from sleeping. It would probably be dry by the morning.

Turning off the lights and laying down she pulled the covers over herself couldn't help but wonder what this meant. The death of her innocence?

Maybe. But it felt good. It felt really, really good.

[saviormysticmeme]

Hello! Can you write about MC who is a popular you tuber and is live streaming a horror game. They then get jumped scared, shrieks, and Jumin/Jaehee/Yoosung run in to see what's wrong and MC's like "oh hey babe" and the comment section goes WILD when they discover that they have a lover. How would they each respond to the shriek and the comments is basically what I'm asking. Sorry that this is long af I'm just excited to see what you'll write! :D Thank you a million times

I love this ask so much tbh. I tried writing for it before and just didn’t love it so it never got posted.

Yoosung/Jaehee/Jumin with a Lets Player MC

Yoosung:

“KYAAAAAAAAAA”

He heard it from downstairs and nearly fell out of his gaming chair. The second he heard it, pure adrenaline pumped through him and as he tumbled to the floor in attempts to get up so fast, he pushed off and used it all as momentum, sprinting for the stairs.

“MC!?” He shouted as he bear ran up the stairs and thrust himself into your occasionally shared bedroom. 

Hearing the door open behind you, in addition to the monster on your screen, only succeeded in scaring you more, and thus you let another “AHHHHHHHHH” rip from your mouth. This violent reaction from you in turn scared Yoosung and he “WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”.

There was a few seconds of the both of you screaming before, suddenly, almost in unison. You both stopped.

“…MC?”

“Is everything alright Yoosung?”“Me?! I should be asking you! I heard you scream.”“Oh…yeah I’m playing.” To which you rolled your chair a little sideways to point at the many zombies swarming your computer screen. “Wait are you…streaming!?!? You never told me!!!” Yoosung looked surprised, which quickly turned to a bit of deflation at the thought you were hiding this from him.“Well I usually just do horror games…and like weird dating sims. But I never wanted to make you feel obligated to wat-” and with that you noticed the streeeeaaaam of comments popping up in the video feed

Who is that

Omg is that MCPlays boyfriend??

He’s so cute!!

Wait a second that looks like a guy I play LOLOL with….

They’re so cute

YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND

Stream together? Please? You guys seem cute.

Oooooo Lovers quarrel 

Omg he’s so cute.

KISS, KISS, KISS

You saw all the comments and started twiddling your hair between your thumbs. “Aha, Yoosung, I think we have fans.”

“Wha…” As Yoosung began reading over your shoulders, he began turning very, very, red.

Jaehee

“HELP!” Jaehee’s eyes went wide as she heard the shout. She put her coffee and book down and began hastily walking towards your door. Last she heard you were playing video games, so shouting wasn’t out of the ordinary, but this one made her a little anxious and she felt she had to check.“MC?” She cautiously stuck her head in. You turned to look at her from your computer.“Babe! Sorry! I tried to keep it down but this one hoard took me by surprise…” You shot her an apologetic look. 

Jaehee gave you a soft smile, assuring you that she wasn’t upset. In case you weren’t positive, she followed up with “Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?”

“Ooooooh! Coffee please?” You got excited at the prospect of her home brewed coffee. 

Jaehee nodded and slipped back out the door.Once she had the coffee ready she brought it back upstairs, but this time you were mid round, she could tell by the look on your face so she walked over to you to set the coffee down, and that’s when she noticed the endless stream of comments. “MC? Are all these people on your team?”“Huh? Haha, no! They’re just watching me play.”“People…just watch?”“Yeah. Viewers, this is my girlfriend Jaehee, Jaehee, these are the Viewers. Say hi!”The brunette leaned over your shoulder, a bit of a deer in the headlights look as she saw her face pop up on screen. She hadn’t even realized you had the face cam on. Then she really started noticing what the comments were saying.

DID MC JUST SAY ‘GIRLFRIEND’

Whoa wait youre….?

That’s so cute! You two are so cute! And she brings you coffee? Ugh. Goals.

Does she know anything about video games? You guys should play together.

UGH THEYRE BOTH SO HOT IT ISNT FAIR

Hi Jaehee! Nice to meet you!

She has a really soothing voice…is that weird to say?

Both of you look so good together ahhhhh

“O-Oh.” Jaehee raised a light hand. “Hi Viewers.”Only to chuckle as the chat exploded even more and blush when she heard your charming laugh.

Jumin

“OH GOD” followed by what sounded like a muffled string of cusses assaulted Jumin’s ears from within his home office. His eyes shot up, but he was frozen for half a second as so many scenarios ran through his head. He shoved his chair back and briskly walked to your room, asking “MC? Are you alright?”The cusses sounded more angry than scared, so he wondered if you hurt yourself. However, you didn’t seem to hear him and thus didn’t respond, putting a little more pace in his step.

 He swung the door to your computer room open, and you didn’t even seem to notice thanks to those damn noise cancelling headphones you got. Hell you didn’t even seem to notice how dark it had gotten. The room was almost entirely dark aside from the computer glow illuminating your sides from the front. He sighed, at least you were ok. Though you still were muttering swears like a sailor under your breath.Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend stood behind you, about to stride up and tap you on the shoulder.Unbeknownst to your viewers, the man behind you in a black suit was not about to kill you.

MC THERES SOMEONE IN YOUR ROOM

MC TURN AROUND

Who is that guy??

Is this a joke or something…MC this is scary

MC turn around

Should someone call the police

You caught a few of the comments out of the corner of your eye, and at first you thought they were yelling about something in the game, but when your eyes trailed to your camera feed…

“AH HOLY SHIT “ You jumped up and whirled around on the man behind you, doing it so fast the headphones were pulled off your head, your chair was nearly knocked over, the whole desk rattled, and-

Click.

Jumin flicked the light on, his face also showing he was mildly jarred by the last couple seconds.

You just held your hand to your heart for a moment and leaned against the desk. “Oh my…oh my god Jumin. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sneak up on you?” He approached you slowly, any irritation he had before about you not hearing him melted as he saw your scared face. He just wanted to comfort you now, and he tried by sliding his hands onto the sides of your face and steadying you. “I was just coming to check on you and you were here in the dark. And yelling.”Looking into his eyes, you felt the previous tension in your body start to relax, and you let yourself lean into your boyfriend’s hands as a smile crawled onto your face. “I’m sorry. I must have gotten carried away playing the game.”

“The game?” Jumin looked at your computer to see it had a game on screen….but it also had video feed of you two right now! “Are you recording your reaction?”

Him saying that snapped you back into the reality that there were a few tens of thousands of people watching you two right now, and you pulled away from Jumin, a little embarrassed by the accidental PDA. 

“Oh, yeah sort of. I’m live streaming. So people are watching me play right now and commenting…. They also probably saw everything that just happened haha.” You turned from Jumin and leaned closer to your camera “Sorry about that everyone! Didn’t mean to scare!”And your eyes trailed to the commentsIS THAT JUMIN FUCKING HAN

MC ARE YOU DATING HAN JUMIN

no fucking way

iz thiz a collab??/?/

Is…Is C&R promoting themselves on a Lets Play channel?

WHO IS THAT HES HOT AS FUCK

this is the hottest couple alive and im glad im bi

so this wasnt a prank?????

Omg this whole scare was so funny

He seems so serious…please make him play with you.You couldn’t help but laugh at the mixed reactions. 

[loverelatedvoodoo-blog]

Just for tonight.

As I sat there, quivering, unable to move my fingers from the pure anxiety that engulfed me. My Squad mates on the other end of the voice comm were just straight chillin.

For them, it was just business. For them, it was just the 10th match of the day. For them, it was just another victory royale. For the past 2 weeks, this was all they've done: Fortnite grinding.

I mean, it is winter break after all. It's the time of the year when the sun sets at 6pm (way too early), and the streets are off limits — just from the sheer ridiculousness of how much snow there is outside.

In suburban Maryland, there's nothing else to do but stay indoors and play video games; and what better game to play than the latest hot-topic shooter game that all the youngins are crazing over: Fortnite Battle Royale.

Everyone in the entire state of Maryland was playing Fortnite. Everyone except for me!

I wasn't like the other kids. I didn't like shooter games. I liked to play dating sims: dialogue-heavy simulations where you, the main character, is ridiculously likeable for no apparent reason. I liked how I was able to interact with people of the opposite sex — even if they were two-dimensional. I liked the attention they gave me, and how I was able to bend my fate and end up with the girl I liked by just answering a few multiple choice questions. It was easy and fun, and I liked the attention I was getting.

But it's been two weeks of non-stop dating sims. I've played through every game at least five times already. Am I really satisfied with being cooped up in my dimly lit room playing erotic visual novels by myself though? No. Not really. I didn't like being lonely.

It was then, when I decided I should "Squad Up"; interact with other kids my age — not with two-dimensional anime girls. I downloaded Fortnite Battle Royale on the Epic Games launcher. It took about 45 minutes to install. 45 minutes of pure excitement, only to be crushed by my mental incapacity. I didn't have enough motor skills to aim, shoot, and build at the same time. I've never felt so unfamiliar before. I grew up only knowing how to answer multiple choice questions from anime girls.

It was hard but, nevertheless, I got over it. I got over it and queued up for a four man, fight to the death, battle royale.

A quick thirty seconds passed, and there I was, with my three new friends: Buttsmacker69, xXSaiyanLordXx, and n00bSl@yer. 

"Where we droppin' boys?" I asked, attempting to fit in.

Silence.

"How about Tomato Town?" I asked again frantically searching for any sort of human interaction.

Nothing.

I was lost. I was being ignored, like in every other situation in my life. I was ready to call it quits; anime girls were the only people there for me. 

Until I realised that my mic was muted the entire time! My mood turned 180 degrees. I've never felt so alive. They weren't ignoring me. They actually were my friends. I quickly changed my sound and mic settings and held my microphone up to my mouth.

I asked loudly. Confidently.

"Where we droppin' boys? 😎"

"Uhhh, Idk, let's just drop tilted lol"

"Yeah that works"

"okay. dropping"

Red. Blue. Purple.

Pings started popping up on my mini-map.

A smile emerged from my face. 

I pinged as well.

Yellow.

There it was. My first human interaction in 6 months. My first interaction with my best friends: Buttsmacker69, xXSaiyanLordXx, and n00bSl@yer. 

We dropped at Tilted Towers. Buttsmacker69 landed on the roof mining away at the ceiling; xXSaiyanLordXx landed in the clock tower and picked up a golden Scar; n00bSl@yer managed to pick up a blue Tactical Shotgun and got first blood.

Then it was my turn. Enthusiastic and ready to get the second kill on the team, I landed in the convenience store. To my right I saw an SMG: perfect for close range combat. To my left, there was John Wick, unarmed. 

We both knew what each other wanted. I was closer to it, there was no way I would lose to John Wick.

Why wasn't I moving?

All I have to do is hold W and press E when I get to the SMG. 

Why wasn't I moving?

I looked away from the screen and towards my left hand. My keyboard hand. It was shaking. 

Why aren't you moving?

My hand felt further and further away from me the longer I stared at it. Why can I not control you? These were not my hands. 

These next five seconds that felt like a million years. I watched as John Wick slowly walked over to the SMG on my right. He turns around and looks dead straight at me. He saw the fear in my eyes. He saw that I was weak. Helpless. 

I never would've thought in a million years that watching John Wick do the Fortnite default dance emote would be so painful, but it was. It hurt. I was powerless. I was being "disrespected" and "styled on", and I couldn't do anything about it.

In a frame perfect transition from the default dance to neutral position, he shot me. I was down. I called for help, but he shot me again. 

Two minutes into the game, I was dead.

"I knew I shouldn't have queued up with randoms"

"Don't play squads if you suck"

"Holy shit, ur so bad"

They were talking about me. I suck. The people who I thought were my best friends turned against me. 

I took off my headphones and turned towards my wall. I looked at my favorite poster of Hatsune Miku: Winter 2018 edition. Miku chan would never turn against me. I loved Miku chan.

I didn't need human interactions. I didn't need Fortnite. Afterall, life is only so long, you shouldn't be wasting your time with people who aren't there to support you. The anime girls in the dating sims genuinely loved me, and I loved them. 

Am I satisfied with being cooped up in my room with my anime girls by my side? Yes. Yes, if it means that I receive love and affection. This is who I am, I don't need to fit in with pop culture to feel happy. I never felt anxious with my anime girls — I should've taken that as a sign. Being nervous on something like a first date is O.K., but being so anxious to the point where you lose control of yourself is not.

-Brian Feng, Jan. 2020

[yourhero404]

Save Point

Final day of @shigarakiweek! I’m so happy I chose this week to be the first challenge type of thing to do- I had so much fun! ;u; Anyway, I might as well end the week off on a nice, happy note to make up for all the angst I put the poor boy through,,,,

DAY SEVEN

Prompts: games/movies/free prompt

Description: Tomura is a very experienced gamer- but does he save as often as he should?

Tomura wasn’t sure how he got outside, but here he was.  

He didn’t remember coming outside- then again, he didn’t remember what happened leading up to this, either. He was just... here, in the alleyway in front of the bar he called a hideout, and- what was that?

In the corner of his vision, he notices some sort of small symbol, one he recognizes as a quest symbol in a few first-person RPG games he’s been playing lately. He turns to his left as the symbol grows larger, the translucent arrow now hovering in the air in front of him, telling him to leave the alleyway.

‘What the hell is this?’ he thought to himself, curling his lip up in confusion.

What other choice did he have- he had to follow it; His curiosity would have been the death of him if he hadn’t. The arrow made him hook to his left the second he left the alleyway, and the world in front of him was beyond incomprehensible. There were small aside speech bubbles besides those mumbling to themselves, translucent signs hovered in front of buildings that offered services, he even saw a few people with small little speech bubbles above their heads. The entire thing was insane and hard to fathom- him? In a video game? At least the graphics were top notch.

He was the master at video games.  

Tomura lifted his head and walked confidently down the sidewalk- those walking the opposite way moved out of his way instantly.  

‘As NPC’s should,’ he thought as a smirk made its way to his lips.

He spent all day just messing around, testing the limits of the game on what he could and couldn’t do, who he could talk to, what items he could acquire- it was all sort of mundane and honestly, boring. There had to be some sort of contact feature, right? These types of games typically do- some sort of phone feature that allows him to talk to his allies. He tapped his pockets and found there was, in fact, a phone within one of them. Taking the device out with care, he scrolled the list of contacts, his eyebrows drawing together as he looked at it all; There were status bars next to each person's name with no explanation on what they meant- one had a small smiley face next to it, the other one had a heart. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what they stood for- but if this phone had his colleagues like Kurogiri and Dabi, maybe it had...

Speak of the devil. (S/o)’s name popped up on the screen, no sign of their stats- but they did send him a text, which he didn’t get an option to answer. The text asked if he was still meeting them at their usual spot. Their usual spot? He normally met (S/o) at the hideout- they didn’t go out very often, after all, they were villains. Turning towards the direction of the hideout, however, there was no quest marker in sight- something caught the corner of his eye and caused him to turn around; It was the quest marker and it sat down the street from him.

He didn’t need to get to the front of some sort of café to see them. They wrapped one hand around their other wrist, their head tilted to the side as they looked down the sidewalk opposite of him- they rocked back and forth on their heels, an action he honestly found a bit endearing. Something in his chest felt warm, and his stomach felt a bit odd- as it normally did when they were around. Once they noticed him, they threw their hand into the air and waved it for him to take notice, and gave him one of their signature smiles.

“Hey, there you are!” they said as he approached, “I thought you weren’t going to show.”

“Do I ever leave you hanging like that?”

“All the time,” they spat, a small frowny face appearing above their head for a moment, “You always forget to show up to our hang outs.”

Tomura frowned to himself for a moment, he always shown up to hang out with them- even if he was off with Kurogiri somewhere for days at a time, he was always there on time. Did he not do well in this game before?  

“Earth to Shiggy- hello?” they drew out their ‘o’ sound and waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Let’s just head in!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, swallowing particularly heavy to help his nerves, “I guess we should.”

The moment they walked passed the doors, the entire aura around him shifted- the way he viewed the scene around him seemed hyper-focused as though he were now in some sort of do or die mission. It... it wasn’t do or die though, right? This seemed like a normal lunch, so what was the mission here? They sat across the table from each other and as they were handed their menus, two meters appeared over their head, the same ones he noticed on his phone next to his other contacts.  

Only this time, their smiley face meter was three-fourths full, and a quarter of their heart meter was full.

That’s what his mind, and heart, focused on.

They spoke with each other, Tomura spent several moments each time in order to think about his responses- he knows how critical these answers could be in normal games, so it was bound to be the same for this one as well. His heartbeat was in his ears, he could hardly hear his own voice, and he honestly wasn’t quite sure what he was saying but he knew he liked the bright smile on their face. He also really liked watching the pink meter above their head slowly fill up with each small movement he made and it started to feel... natural, like he didn’t need to push himself to do certain things, he could just... be himself- how long had it been since he last did that?  

He subconsciously leaned into them as they spoke, getting closer to their face as he studied each and every feature of their face; How the corners of their eyes crinkle as they laugh, the lopsided smile they gave, the light dusting of pink that graced their skin when he complimented them- oh god, he couldn’t even begin to describe how their eyes captured his heart.

God, please tell him there isn’t a meter above his head as well.

Tomura was determined to get that meter of theirs to 100, he didn’t know how to describe it, but just the idea of them caring about him in such an intimate way was... nice, definitely something he wanted and he always strived to get what he wanted. That being said, he watched the pink bar rise when he asked if they could relocate- a good sign, right? The gigantic smile on their face as they stood up told him it was, so he tried his hardest to figure out where their favourite place was... after all, this game seemed to change their interests (A feature he certainly did not enjoy).

A park? Their favourite place was a park? Since when! This game really was tailoring to the idealistic dating sim feature- but he did have to admit, something about the way the sunset kissed their skin and how the water from the lake beside them reflected in their eyes, he could certainly see the appeal. They spoke about nothing really, words left their mouths, but none of them seemed to stay on one topic, nor did they need to. It was comfortable standing there with them, overlooking the ducks swim across the lake- even the silence between them was comfortable; The more they spoke, however, the more the bar went up, and as it approached the maximum limit, he noticed their behaviour change as well. They leaned against him, running their fingertips down his arm, and the look in their eye was definitely one of affection- their eyes kept flickering from his own to his lips, and he’d be lying if his weren’t doing the same.  

Nothing was moving their meter up anymore- was that as far as it would go? Did he... need to initiate some sort of contract now? Contract wasn’t the word; Relationship, yeah, that’s it- people don’t see things like love and affection as contracts. Relationships are... gentle and loving, they have their own sets of issues and they can be rocky at times but it’s always worth it in the end- and that’s how he would describe how he felt about (S/o) for the past few years, worth it.  

Tomura turned towards (S/o) and reached for their face- carefully, he caressed their cheek and ran a thumb underneath their eye and along their cheekbone, keeping one finger in the air out of habit. He looked to their lips for a moment before licking his own and swallowing hard; Tomura leaned in slowly, watching as their expression stayed consistently soft even as their eyes began to close as he leaned closer to their face. His heart was racing, was he going to pass out? The warmth radiating off of them felt so inviting and everything about them was absolutely intoxicating- it felt as though he was learning the true meaning of love-

Everything went black a moment, right before their lips met.

The soft, familiar sound of his favourite video game met his ears, progressively getting louder. He didn’t want to open his eyes- he didn’t want his new favourite game to end.  

Begrudgingly, however, he opened his eyes. He was on the floor, the TV sound low as a pause screen illuminated the room; It must have been fairly early, the light barely broke through the curtains. A presence beside him caught his attention, as did a weight on his shoulder.  

There, he found (S/o)- his (S/o), the real life one- had fallen asleep and leaned against him and used his shoulder as their pillow. He couldn’t help but reach out with his other hand and brush the side of their face, relishing in how peaceful they looked and how they, in turn, gave him peace as well. After calming his pulse, he leaned his head on top of theirs and sighed heavily, positioning himself to fall back asleep and soak in how happy he felt at this very moment.  

Tomura really hoped he hit a save point in the game, where he could replay the moment as many times as he’d like and relive the feeling of their love.

And judging by the way they held onto his arm and nuzzled against their shoulder, he smiled at the confirmation that he did.  

He had saved his game; He had saved their progress.

[poisoned-monkey]

Look through the bushes and what do you see?-Komahinanami

This for @toto-doodles for the @danganevents valentines exchange! 

It was Chiaki’s idea to go greet him first.

           There was house on the way home from school. It was large and imposing, the type of house a rich person would probably have. There was a large gate around the property as well with what mom likes to call “privacy bushes” ensconced the entire thing. As a result, it was hard to even get a peak inside.

           But we found a hole in their defenses, a little spot with a bit of rot that made a peeping hole. I was curious, as any kid my age would be, and looked inside with Chiaki pressing against me. I chose to ignore the butterflies in my stomach at the closeness.

           Nothing really special caught my eye until I heard Chiaki whisper in my ear, a hushed mixture of wonder and curiosity.

           I looked to what had garnered her attention. Almost behind the imposing tree that stood in the yard was a boy, probably around our age, reading a plump book. It wasn’t like I was particularly shocked to see another person there, it was just his appearance was abnormal.

           His hair was quite frankly a mess, wavy and curling in on itself, like he hadn’t brushed in a good while. The paleness of his hair only made his skin seem that much sallower.

           My cheeks warmed as Chiaki bumped her hip into mine.

           “Hajime, He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

           I swallowed dryly and nodded three times. Once to let her know I was listening. Twice to show I agreed. Third for enthusiasm.

           We looked on a couple more minutes before something occurred to me.          

           “Aren’t we, uh, being a little creepy? You know, watching him like this?”

           Chiaki tore her eyes away for a moment and tapped her chin in thought.

           “Probably, we should go…I think”

           We each gave one more look before we headed further up the sidewalk. We were both lost in thought. Probably with the same questions circling through our heads.

           Who was that?

             A weeks’ worth of evenings passed and a rule was established because we were noisy people apparently. We would walk by the rich house, go to the sickly bush just on the side of the house, and peep in on the boy. But only for five minutes, because if it was just for five minutes then it didn’t make us creeps. Or at least that was the reasoning we had.

           The boy was always there. Under the tree and seated on a little white blanket, reading a different thick book each day.

           There was something…different about him. Something we couldn’t just leave alone.

           It was lunch break on one particularly plain day and Chiaki was seated across me as always but with a far-off look in her eyes. It wasn’t the usual sleepy daze and about the fourth time I watched her miss her mouth with a bit of oncoming food before I decided to say something.

           “Chiaki, is something wrong?” I said as I waved my hand in front of her face which seemed to snap her out of it.

           “Nothings wrong… just thinking” She says cryptically, managing to finally procur some food.

           I motion for her to continue “About?”

           Chiaki points her fork towards the empty seat to my left. The seat that has been empty since the beginning of the school year. Sure, there were lots of rumors about why it was always empty and the teachers didn’t have much to say about it either but Chiaki never seemed to care about much of anything of that sort. At least when it wasn’t a video game.

           “I was thinking about…that boy and how we’ve never seen him right? So, he could probably be the person who sits there”

           I nodded and thought about it. It made sense, I surmised. I mean he did look to be around our age and out of all the things I’ve heard about the kid who is supposed to sit here, the most plausible one was that they were just sick. The boy sort of had a sickly aura about him. His skin looked too pale to be healthy.

           “Maybe so” I say slowly, also a bit lost in thought. I wonder if he’s been getting all of our assignments sent to him?

           “Hajime, I have an idea…I think”

           You think you have an idea…? I thought with a small smile

           “Yeah?”

           “We should go say hi to him…instead of just staring at him” She said with a dose of determination “We should see if he wants to be friends with us”.

           It was strange to see her so fired up about something that wasn’t a video game but I could understand her enthusiasm. Solve a semester long mystery and make a friend.

           “I think that’s a good idea” I say in agreement.

We also won’t be creeps anymore…not that we were in the first place.

           Chiaki seemed happy that I agreed with her and settled down with her game console.

           “Right…we’ll do it this evening”

           I was a bit startled. So soon!?

           There wasn’t much precedence in how we approached this situation. Or at least in how Chiaki did. We took our usual way home and ventured to the now familiar gap. She stuck her face through the bars and before I could stop her, she called out.

           “Hey!”

           The boy immediately stopped and looked over, confusion muddling that serene face we always saw. It was sort of like a painting coming to life in that moment. Surreal but also very real at the same time.

           Chiaki tried again, smiling through the bars “Hey! Do you want to be friends?”

           It was a moment before the boy scrambled up from his seats and looked at us with flushed cheeks.

           “Y-yes!”

           That was how we “officially” met Nagito Komaeda.

             It was another lazy evening, that we were once again curled up on that familiar white blanket. Chiaki was playing a game as usual and I was struggling through math homework.

           Nagito smiled pleasantly down at me, a book in his lap “Do want some help Hajime?”

           It had been a month since we had first spoke too Nagito and we became acquainted. But it really felt like we had known him a lot longer somehow, in a weird way. At the same time though, we didn’t know much about him because he didn’t really like answering personal questions. Chiaki and I didn’t mind though, it didn’t really matter if he was the missing kid in our class or not. We were just glad to be around him. Nagito was like our personal secret.

           We were friends in the easy way that kids are.

           “Are you any good at math?” I ask incredulously.

           He laughed brightly “Fairly, it’s my favorite subject” Nagito went on to talk about the beautiful way numbers went together but I wasn’t really listening. I was stuck on the way his face looked when he talked about something he enjoyed, the way his lips would curl ever so slightly and his eyes crinkle in the way when someone is happy.

           I didn’t really know I could be this poetic or sentimental. But maybe all the books Nagito lends us and insists on us reading has helped beef up my vocabulary.

           It was at that moment Chiaki groaned and raised up “I don’t get it…” she said, scowling at the screen.

           Nagito glanced over at her and tilted his head “Get what?”

           “This” She shoved her console close to our faces and on the screen was a crying bride and a big “Game Over” slapped across the picture. “I’m not very good at these types of games…”

           Ah, it must have been a dating sim. Chiaki was notoriously bad at those.

           “Why do you keep playing them then?” I ask, shoving my homework into my bag. I decided that math can wait till that last possible moment like usual. “What’s this one even about?”

           Chiaki puffed up her cheeks and stared down at the console again “because I want to be good at them… and it’s about these three ladies who want to get married to the protagonist before the monochromatic bear blows up the world” She thumbed at the joy stick a few times dejectedly.

           Nagito patted her leg and smiled at her “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get better at these types of games someday”

           I let out a short laugh “I don’t know, she’s pretty bad at them” I say teasingly which elicited a light punch from Chiaki.

           “Ah! I have an idea!” Nagito said and ushered us up on our feet. We both looked on in puzzlement as he grabbed the blanket off the ground and dusted it off.

           “Maybe you’ll get better…” he said draping the cloth over Chiaki’s head “With some practice!” He said with a little flourish of the hands.

           Chiaki blushed a little and pulled at the thin cloth “You want to practice having a wedding…?”

           Nagito nodded, fidgeting with his hands “It might help, I could be the minister and Hajime could be the groom”.

           I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of being in a wedding, even a pretend one. But the idea just didn’t feel right somehow.

           Chiaki seemed to consider this but shook her head “No, that’s not right…”

           Nagito seemed to falter a little bit “O-oh I guess it was sort of a dumb idea-“ he started before Chiaki placed the fabric across his head.

           “It’s not a dumb idea…I just feel like you would be a better bride” Chiaki smiled tenderly at him “Yep, Nagito is a beautiful bride, don’t you think so Hajime?”.

           I nodded in an instant, struck by how pretty Nagito was at that moment.

           Nagito seemed speechless for a second before his face turned a bright red, all the way to his ears, that only seemed highlighted by pale features and blanket. But then he broke into a smile.

           “Yep, me and Hajime will both be your grooms so nobody is left out” Chiaki seemed pleased with her idea “Nobody will be left out and we can all be together”.

           I wanted to tell Chiaki this was probably why she was bad at dating sims but I couldn’t help but be happy with the idea as well.

           “How about we make a promise? that we’ll always stay together no matter what happens” I say through the happy atmosphere. I was just overcome with the feeling of wanting this moment to last forever that I couldn’t help but voice my thoughts.

           There wasn’t any hesitation on their part. They both nodded so fast I thought they were going to hurt something.

           We smiled at one another and Nagito added quietly “it’s a promise”

           It felt like nothing could break that promise. But a few days later, someone told us about that house we were always visiting. You know what they said?

           A kid named Nagito Komaeda died there a while back.