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DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Azusa ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [アズサ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 12 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This has to be funniest ‘late-night snack’ CDs yet. Honestly big props to Azusa’s VA for pulling off those sudden changes in tone so perfectly. You can honestly always rely on Azusa to bring some top tier comedy to the table. Funny moments aside, this track was also very wholesome but I did not expect any less from DL’s very own cinnamon roll.

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa suddenly appears behind you.

“The refrigator...is so cool and refreshing...”

You shriek and jump backwards.

“Ah...I’m sorry...for startling you...I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen even though everyone should be asleep at this hour...so I came to take a look...But I was surprised to find you here...”

You sigh in relief.

“You were cooling off, so I probably interfered, huh? It’s really hot and humid tonight, so I totally understand.”

You explain yourself.

“Huh? I got it wrong? ...I figured you were using the refrigerator to find some refreshment. Then what were you doing? Looking for leftovers from dinner, perhaps?”

You nod.

“I see. You’re hungry, huh...?”

You nod again.

“I understand. Kou and Yuma...raid the fridge all the time as well...But they always get scolded by Ruki for having no manners...He’ll get mad at you as well if he sees you. You can have breakfast once you wake up so...Try to endure it for now, and let’s head back to your room, okay?”

You shake your head.

“Eh? I see...I guess you won’t back down, huh? ...If you’ve made such a strong resolve...then I am in no position to stop you. ‘I shall have my midnight snack, even if I have to break the rules!’ ...Eve, if that is the path you have chosen in life, you have no other choice but to stick to it, regardless of the many dangers which may wait ahead!”

You ask if Ruki is that scary when he gets upset.

“Exactly. You shall soon find out too, just how terrifying he can be. Who knows what kind of torture might await you...if Ruki were to find you...He might just lecture you for a whole day while you’re forced to sit still on your knees. On top of that, if you just so happen to doze off...because he uses so many difficult words...the period will be extended to two days...

ーーNo, he might not keep it at just that! He could even forbid you from eating for a whole week...or fold your clothes inside out on purpose! And when you wake up...you find those horrible green peppers all over your room. But when you try to leave, the door’s lock has been rigged with some kind of puzzle you can’t solve! ...I’m sure Ruki would do such a thing. ...Still, you choose food, even if it means making him your enemy, don’t you? ...Okay. If you have made up your mind, then I won’t run either...!”

You start to have second thoughts.

“Eh...? What’s wrong...?”

You admit to Azusa that you’re scared now.

“Huh? You don’t want Ruki to get upset with you? I see. In that case...Hmー That’s a tricky one...I don’t want you to have to go through such horrible things but...Ah! Right! I think Ruki might let it slide if you actually cook something? Then you wouldn’t be doing something rude after all! Besides, it’s much worse to miss on precious rest because you can’t sleep from the hunger! Mmh! Let’s say that you’re allowed to eat something, as long as you prepare it yourself!”

You still seem doubtful.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Ruki will understand as well. Besides...I’m kind of hungry as well. Can I join you for a late-night snack?”

You agree and start looking through the fridge.

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu~ Hooray! ...But do we even have anything left? Everyone in this family eats a lot so...do you think you’ll have enough ingredients to work with...?”

You nod and close the fridge again.

*Thud*

“Eh? What is...that?”

You explain.

“Bitter...melon?”

You ask Azusa if he has never tried it.

“Mmh...It’s green just like peppers...so I haven’t really...”

You tell him it can be good.

“Is that so? If you say so...I suppose I can try a little...”

You tell him that you’ll make something with it.

“Mmh! I’ll help you with the cooking as well.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling cling*

*Rattle*

“Hm...Oh...You’re using a bunch of different ingredients, huh? This is...flour starch...”

*Rustle*

“And these are dried bonito flakes...Mayonaise and salt...”

You give him instructions.

“I just need to put them all together into a bowl? ...Okay.”

Azusa puts all of the ingredients in the bowl.

“Ah...Just a little bit of mayonaise and salt, right?”

He follows your instructions.

“About this much?”

You nod.

“Mmh.”

*Thud*

“Now we add the eggs and a splash of water...Before mixing it well...”

Azusa adds the final ingredients before mixing everything up.

“Like this? Or should I mix it a bit more?”

You tell him it’s not quite right.

“I see...It’s difficult...Perhaps it’d be better to leave this part up to you...I don’t know how much strength to put in exactly...In return, tell me when it’s time to cut up the bitter melon, okay? I’ll try my best!”

You agree.

“Mmh. Good luck.”

He hands the bowl to you as you start mixing.

“Ah...Just as I thought, you’ve got the technique down. Just watching you makes me feel everything will be alright.”

You ask him if he sometimes feels worried when watching someone cook.

“Yeah. There’s been times where I’ve been stressed. I’m never worried when Ruki is the one cooking, but when it’s Yuma or Kou...watch out.”

You raise a brow.

“When Yuma makes dinner, he cuts the vegetables too big, so they’re never cooked all the way through. After starting from scratch several times, I guess he got irritated, because he just flipped over the pot. As for Kou...the kitchen was a mess. It doesn’t matter what he tries to cook, it always ends with a disaster. But the worst part is...Ruki who explodes after witnessing it.”

You flinch.

“Mmh...It’s horrifying...So try to avoid being there when it happens, okay?”

You ask Azusa about his culinary skills.

“Me? I’d like to think I’m a decent cook but...The last time I made something, everyone complained about the flavor. The others go way too light on the chili pepper. It’s so good though.”

*Thud*

“Your hand stopped moving, by the way. Are you done mixing? What’s next?”

You explain.

“My turn, right?”

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa grabs the bitter melon and rinses it with water.

“I need to cut it into thin slices, right? I’ll cut it the exact size you want.”

He grabs a large kitchen knife.

*Cling*

“Fufu...This knife looks...very sharp. Haah...Oh...But...I’m sure it’ll cut even better if I hone the blade...I’m sure it’d feel great to effortlessly slice through meat or vegetables...Fufufu...”

You tell him there’s no time for that now.

“Eh...? You think so...? If you say so, I’ll do it some other time, okay...? Well then, I’ll start cutting, okay?”

Azusa cuts the bitter melon.

“Slices of one milimeter each...”

*Chop chop chop chop chop*

“Hm~ Did I do it right?”

You are very impressed with his knife work.

“Fufu~ It feels nice to get praised by you. Is there anything else that needs to be cut?”

You ask him to cut the meat as well.

“Okay. The pork belly needs to be cut in thin slices of about one centimeter.”

*Rustle*

“And you want the fried tofu chopped up in cubes of around five milimeter...”

*Chop chop chop chop chop*

*Rustle*

*Chop chop chop chop chop*

“Here you go. All done.”

*Clap clap clap*

“You’re making me blush with all those compliments...But I won’t deny that it makes me happy. Should I add these to the bowl from earlier?”

You nod.

“In that case...”

Azusa adds the ingredients to mix.

“Now we mix it well, right?”

He mixes it up.

*Rustle*

“Huh? A frying pan...? Are we going to...bake this perhaps?”

You explain.

“I see...I think I’m starting to picture it all together. Let’s see...I have to pour it in bit by bit, right?”

*Pshhhh*

“Like this?”

You nod.

“Fufu~ We’ve got a bunch of mini okonomiyaki. (1)”

You start flipping them over.

“Oh! It’s perfectly browned on one side already. So that’s how you get it to bake on both side...”

*Pshhh*

“This scent...That’s sesame oil, right? Seems very rich in flavor and delicious...”

You turn off the fire.

“Done already? Fufu...That was quick, wasn’t it?”

*Dun dun dun*

“...A bitter melon mixed-bake. It smells nice but...I can’t help but think of green peppers when I look at it.”

You tell him that he doesn’t need to force himself to eat it.

“No...It’s okay...If you’ll have some...I’ll challenge myself as well. Uhmー I guess I put on some of this ponzu sauce over here?”

He prepares himself a plate.

“Well then...Time to dig in. Aahn...”

*Nom*

“Ho..Ho...Ho...Hot!”

Azusa swallows it.

“Oh...Delicious...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“I guess it’s because we cut it up so finely but...It’s not bitter at all. You get a nice burst of flavor from the meat as well...and a nice texture.”

He continues eating.

“Mmh...Mm...So good...”

You have some as well.

“Fufu...Fufufu...You seem to be enjoying it as well. Ah! I’m sure this would go great with chili pepper as well!”

*Thud*

“I suppose I’ll try sprinkling some on top. ...Ah.”

He puts it away again.

*Rustle*

“No, nevermind.”

You seem surprised.

“Mmh. I want to enjoy the pure flavors today. ...We made this together after all, so I’m sure this is its optimal taste...”

Azusa continues eating.

“The next time you get hungry...Let’s make this together again, Eve. ...Ah! But we’re keeping it a secret from Ruki, okay?”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Okonomiyaki is a thick, savory pancake with various types of vegetables and meat/fish.

(2) Ponzu is a famous Japanese dressing or dipping sauce, somewhat similar to soy sauce but with mirin and citrus added to it.

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detailtilted · 4 months

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CHICON 2007 - Enhanced Edition of Jared's Solo Panel - *COMPLETE* Video! (Repost)

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Direct link.

This is the full video of Jared's panel at the Chicago 2007 convention. Jensen shows up at the end of the video with a small surprise for Jared.

There are some funny moments here! There's also one part where I didn't agree with what the fan at the mic said at all, but I included a brief episode clip so you can decide for yourselves. I'd love to hear what you think about that part or about any other part. I welcome private messages if you prefer that.

“I’ve seen this before – WHY are you posting it again?! STTTTOOOOPPPPPP!!”

Please forgive me if you already saw this last week. I will not repost it again. I was an idiot and used the same thumbnail on both the sample video and the full video, and then reblogs of the earlier sample video took off unexpectedly around the time I posted the full video. I think some people didn't realize the full video was a new one because it looked the same. I’ve now changed the thumbnail, but you might still see the old one if it's cached in your browser, so it might be too little too late. I reblogged my original post once, but reblogs don’t show up in the tags and my blog doesn't have much visibility by itself and Friday night probably wasn't the best time to do it. I think something like two people saw my reblog, but I very much appreciate you! :)

Normally I'd have just assumed people are less interested in Jared’s video for whatever reason and I’d have been disappointed, but I would have moved on because people like what they like and beating them over the head with something they don't like will only make it more annoying. The reason I had trouble letting this go is because Jared’s sample video got twice as many views as Jensen’s sample did, but Jared's full video only got a quarter as many views as Jensen’s full video. So I feel like the interest is there, but I screwed it up. And as silly as it must sound, I’m feeling horribly guilty that Jared’s video might not have gotten as much attention as he deserves because of my bad choices.

(If this project doesn't interest you and you'd rather not see these posts, I’m including “enhanced edition con video” in the tags for each post, so you could filter that out if you’d like.)

What's Next?

I do have the main J2 panel nearly done and I plan to post the full video next week. I decided not to post a sample of it ahead of time, for fear of recreating the same issue I was just lamenting. I really liked the idea of posting samples, but I’m afraid it’s just too confusing and does more harm than good. I'm definitely open to suggestions, though.

Some background if you haven't seen these posts before:

I'm slowly making "enhanced edition" videos of old con videos. You can find much more detail about this project along with an index of other released videos in this post. The project is still young, but there are now 3 full-length videos available.

The source videos are not my own; credit and links are in the video descriptions. I'm editing multiple videos from the same panel together into a single video. I'm upscaling the video quality as best I can, with varying levels of success. I'm adding extra content to add clarity about the things they discuss. I'm adding good, color-coded English subtitles to help with understanding the sometimes chaotic audio.

#jared padalecki #jensen ackles #j2 #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #enhanced edition con video #chicon 2007 #chicon #Youtube

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sugaimhome · 2 years

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mars - chapter one

genre : sci - fi, lots of smut, fluff, angst, slight yandere ngl

pairing: ot7 non idol bts x reader (this one focuses on taehyung)

summary: you’ve been friends with the members of the mars exploration team for years now, despite having known them for so long new feelings emerge in the isolation of life on mars.

warnings: sexual content, oral (female receiving) , fingering, slight dom + sub thingy going on, voyeurism.

words: 2.2k

A/N - i’ve proof read but I don’t have a proof reader so its a bit of a shit show i can imagine. i also haven’t quite figured out the timeline of this in my head so if it keeps changing i’m sorry [:

part: 1/?

“Palaeontologist and Genesisit to command room please” Taehyung calls over the speaker.

“Couldn’t he have just said my name?” you ask Yoongi who is, as you were a moment ago, half way through writing a sentence in his report paper. He just shrugs, only half listening. You tell him you’ll be back in 10 minutes, he doesn’t reply to that either. You sulk on the way to the command room, wishing you didn’t get ignored by Yoongi all the time.

The walk across the centre courtyard was chilly, you wish you’d picked up your jacket from the back of your office chair, you cross your arms and pick up your pace. It takes two times for your fingerprint to scan, your cursing under your breath when the door finally opens into the lobby, the air sucks around you, the familiar beeping of the “clean” buzzer allows a rush of warm air to hit you. You exhale in relief.

“Good morning Palaeontologist and Genesist” Taehyung smiles from behind his computer screen. He looks like he’s up to mischief.

“Do you want to keep calling me by my formal name or are you going to address me normally?” you ask, a tad of annoyance in your voice.

“I don’t know, all the “ist’s” make you sound cleverer than you are, and we’re broadcasting this home so formal is the code is it not, Palaeontologist and Genesit?”

Your heart drops. A broadcast home? You suddenly feel guilty for making Taehyung look disrespected. “Yes sir” you agree as you sit down. A light smirk covers his lips.

“Headquarters requires your report.” he pauses, pushing his glasses back onto his nose and biting his lip. “The report that's already late.”

Inside you're panicking, but you manage to calmly say. “I’ve been struggling to report on something that hasn’t changed. Animal DNA is still as stable as it was two months ago. Animal behaviours seem normal, other than the mating season,” a blush covers your cheeks. “Everything is how we would expect” Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you, the final straw in your decision to give him a punch later. “Sir” you finish. He presses the spacebar on his computer.

“Brilliant, thank you Y/N I'll send it off now” he's still smiling.

“You, Kim Taehyung, are insufferable” you resort. He only chuckles.

“I have a mission for you” You’re suddenly a lot more interested than you were a moment ago. You had been getting bored of doing the same thing over and over again, a mission sounded wonderful. “Can you send a voice over for everyone to meet here, we have an new announcement from HQ”

Though a small mission you’re happy to comply, pressing the voice over button and voicing over the speakers. “Can Botanist Yoongi, Biochemist Seokjin, Doctor Namjoon, Geologist Jimin, Hydrologist Jungkook and Marine Biologist Hoseok make their way to the command room.”

“Very funny” Taehyung comments sarcastically before snatching the still running audio device from you. “Hurry up Mars Expedition Team, we have headquarters news and a change of mission to report.” He turns the device off.

“Bet that Jungkook is the first here.” you suggest.

“Bet that Yoongi is last.” He replies. You admit, his bet is probably more likely.

“What are we betting on?” you smile as he leans over you to place the audio device back where it belongs on his desk. He whispers into your ear,

“If you lose you have to give head, and if I lose I have to give head.” He suggests, your breath gets caught in your throat. It's been like this for months now, this back and forth, you're just about to agree when the buzzer goes off in the hatch and Jungkook walks in. He almost swaggers into the room, he mentions something about being first as you move a professional distance from Taehyung with a smile on your face.

Jimin is next, "I was in the middle of a sample experiment,"

"Sorry doctor rocks" Jungkook taunts, he gets a gentle slap around the head as a response and as he's fixing his hair the buzzer rings again.

"Look who I found in the courtyard" it's Hoseok, followed by Yoongi, who after scouting the people in the room looks extremely proud to not be last. He scrunches his nose a little.

As he greets everyone you can almost feel Taehyung's annoyed aura. Yoongi had redeemed himself after ignoring you earlier.

Namjoon and Jin filter in a couple minutes later, both complaining about being in the middle of something.

“This better be good” Yoongi claps his hands. Rubbing them together in mock excitement, or perhaps genuine excitement, you could never tell with him.

“They are debating moving on to phrase two” Taehyung announces and in response the whole room falls quiet.

“You’re having a laugh” Seokjin's mouth almost falls open in shock.

“Nope” Taehyung looks torn, this experiment has been the sole reason for his existence for the past 5 and a half years, but he is as aware as the others that this operation is still very new, and could easily take a curveball. In response the room interrupts into complaints and worries, theories and gaps in theories. “The final vote comes down to us, we just have to write it in our next reports.” Taehyung reveals.

“It's madness” you say, everyone is on the same train of thought as you.

“Considering we are on the same page, this meeting is dismissed. See you all later.”

“Hoseok, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi and I will be out on a scouting mission this afternoon Taehyung” Jimin announces, it had been a while since he had needed more experimental material, Taehyung only nods.

“See you in the morning then team.” One by one everyone slowly filters out the room, you give Taehyung a smile and wink before exiting behind Yoongi. He looks annoyed.

…

It was often that other members of the team went out to scout for material, be it within the terrarium or not it gave you the time to be alone for just a moment. As you walk to Taehyung's office you bump into Jungkook.

“Good Evening y/n” he greets you. “Fancy a movie after dinner tonight?”

“Sounds good, I heard there was a new Marvel movie, do you think it would have been uploaded to our satellites yet?” you ask, hoping to keep him occupied for half an hour so you could receive your winnings from the bet.

“I’ll have a look,” he responds, smiling. “See you later Y/N”

Jungkook had a special place in your heart, though not much younger than you he always felt as if he was much younger than he was, he was so polite, didn’t understand naughty jokes and was sometimes so oblivious to the world you just wanted to keep him safe. It is often you were the one to give him a nudge in interviews when he zones out or starts swinging on his chair or something. He can never keep still. Though you don’t think of him for long as your mind wanders to Taehyung again.

This time your walk across the courtyard was less chilly, you’d made sure to pick up your jacket and over the day the sun had slowly warmed the biosphere. Your fingerprint scans on the first attempt, it must be a good omen.

The command room is empty. You can’t help but feel betrayed by Taehyung. Perhaps he had gone out with the others and hadn’t got the chance to communicate it across to you? You shrug, about to leave when you feel the urge to sit at his desk. The budget of this experiment had, in places, put a halt on the comforts of the place. Taehyung's office chair was memory foam and the most comfortable of them all. After slumping down into the chair it's obvious that Taehyung has been here very recently, it's still warm. The budget definitely did not have leverage for heated chairs. “Taehyung?” you call, half expecting him to appear from under a meeting chair or even to fall from the ceiling. You look up to check just in case.

“Tae?” you call again. No reply.

You huff. You’d been looking forward to this all day and hadn’t planned to be playing hide and seek. You debate leaving to find Jungkook for that movie night when the buzzer goes off in the Lobby and Taehyung is revealed leaning back against the outside door.

You freeze, feeling suddenly guilty.

“Like a deer in headlights” he comments. “Were you going to sit there all night and wait for me?”

“I’ve only been here two minutes” you reply, trying to sound confident, but your voice is wavering a little. Cursing yourself, you move to stand up. “I suppose you’ll want your chair back.”

“No, I quite like you there.” Taehyung replies. “Plus you’re missing a word”

Heat rushes to your cheeks “Sir.”

“Good Girl” he murmurs, walking into the room. He runs his hand along the top of all the meeting chairs, when he reaches the one with your name intricately inscribed into its back he pulls it out and sits down. Your stomach tightens. You’ve switched roles but somehow Taehyung holds all the power. “I was thinking about our deal earlier-”

“Bet” You interrupt, there is a difference between a bet and a deal. A deal is a mutual agreement, a bet when one comes out over the other.

“I was thinking about our bet then.” he continues, leaning forward on his chair, you never quite realised how close your chairs were in meetings.

“You were?” you ask in anticipation.

He doesn’t reply. After a few moments he stands from your chair, walking around the table to stand in front of you in his chair. Butterflies flutter around your body, your skin painfully goosebumped. Resorting to wiggling in your chair to get even a drop of pleasure and contact, Taehyung turns his lip up at you.

“So pathetically desperate” he comments “It’s disgusting.”

He drops to his knees, causing you to suck in a breath as he uses the palms of his hands to pull your legs apart. “I think it's unfair you get all the pleasure tonight.”

He’s undoing the button of your pants now, taking his time to pull down the zipper. As you rise to let him pull them down around to your ankles you comment “don’t be such a sorry loser”

He hums, pressing a thumb to your clit. The sudden contact is shocking and you try to push back on the wheels of the chair but they're locked. “So desperate to be touched and now you want to move away?”

“I’m sensitive” you hiss, in response Taehyung only pushes his thumb harder.

“You’re all swollen.”

“Been thinking about it all day, sir” you whine, no longer caring if you sound desperate.

“I bet they could all smell you” he comments, looking away from your cunt to mark your reaction.

“Don’t be silly Tae.”

“Bet they all wondered who got you all worked up” He presses little kisses to the inside of your knees, slowly working up your thighs. You have no words to respond with. “I am uncomfortable here, move to the desk.”

Part of you wants to decline him, you like the feeling of being in his chair, but he had made it clear when you started this, he was in charge. So you do as you're told, accepting his hand as you sit bare on the edge of his desk. “Perfect” he says as he pulls his chair in front of you, pulling on the lever so he's at the lowest level. He leans forward and presses a kiss right to your clit. You jump in anticipation, one hand flying to the messy mop of his hair and the other to his desk, you knock something on your hand, distantly something makes a clicking noise. You quickly forget as he runs his tongue from your entrance to your clit, whilst circling the bud a few times he toys one finger at your entrance. “Already dripping wet.” he smirks, you're almost embarrassed and attempt to shut your legs.

“Don’t be shy.” he groans, your legs prevented from closing with the width of his shoulders “it’s hot.”

“Mmh” you respond, earning a low laugh from him.

“You like that huh? Being so bare and vulnerable in front of me?” Taehyung had always been so good at saying the correct things, in making everything seem so much more sensual with a few words.

With the intensity of the moment you can only nod.

“Wonder if your legs would stay open if someone else came in right now”

Involuntary you clench. “Huh?” you ask. He pushes a finger inside you, wiggling it about a little. His finger feels so soft inside of you.

“Would you let them touch you?” he's looking right up at you now, eyes locking with yours, waiting for a reaction.

You shake your head but your cunt pulses, giving you away. You whimper, how did you become so vulnerable? So needy? When did you start falling for Taehyung's traps?

“Whore” He sneers. Pushing another finger into you. “So dirty. Would let all the members touch you.”

You shudder, his fingers begin to move in and out your pussy. “What about Jungkook? He's not gone out tonight”

You shake your head, a moan that had been stuck in your throat escaping. “Would you let him fuck you over my desk as I watched?”

“Taehyung you-” he interrupts your flow of words by removing his fingers and giving a slap to your pussy.

“I know” he continues as he pushes his fingers back in, three this time. “You don’t want cock.” his other hand comes to circle your clit. In shock you almost fall back on his desk. “But you want tongues and fingers, and if we had them you’d want all the toys in the world, wouldn’t you?” You have no words, not even a moan to give him.

“That's what I thought” he smirks. He moves to place his tongue on your clit but you tangle a hand in his hair, stopping him in his tracks.

“Too much” you whine, starting to feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Why would I care, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he questions, using his free hand to remove your fingers from his hair and holding your hand in his, there’s nothing romantic in the gesture it's just restrictive. You moan.

He smirks in response, kissing the side of your thigh before attaching his lips to your bud. You go to say something, anything, to get him to calm down but instead of words moan after moan escapes your lips.

There was one thing about Taehyung, he was cocky. Every time his head or fingers were between your legs you tried to not let it show how pleased you were, he’d never let you forget it. Today, moans tumble off your lips with no remorse. He smirks against you, humming in humour, the vibrations echo up your core.

You crumble. Everything goes black around you, white spots dance in the corner of your eyes and your body shakes in pleasure. Taehyung doesn’t let up his attack. You're overstimulated when you try to move away from him. He stops you with one hand around your ass. “One more, Y/N”

“Can’t-” you say, your voice betraying you. The initial overstimulation pain dwindles away and intense pleasure starts again.

“Pretend I’m Jungkook this time” He says, twisting his fingers to hit a new angle inside of you and you're falling apart again. Your core is clenching and unclenching around Taehyung's fingers, or was it Jungkooks? You're so far out of it, neck thrown back, you can’t even remember who's between your legs.

“Fuck me” Taehyung laughs, it’s a smile you don’t see on him often. “That was something else”

Your voice is hoarse. You can’t speak.

“It's a good job everyone went out, I’ve never heard you moan so much” You blush in response.

“Sorry” you mumble. “Was good, thank you”

Your brain seems miles away from you, it could be at home on earth for all you know, the room was blurry, Taehyung's movements as he pulls you from the table and pulls your trousers back up seem distant. You focus on using your wobbly legs to keep upright. He’s so close, with his arms around your armpits to keep you upright, it looks like you're about to kiss but that would be pushing the boundaries, wouldn’t it? You can feel his breath on your lips though.

Then he’s gone, you're sure you fall asleep, when you wake up 5 minutes later, you're sitting on your meeting chair and Taehyung is nowhere to be seen. You curse under your breath.

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roseytoesy · 1 year

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Come Relax in me

Tooth-evaporating fluffy stuff. you have been warned. your hearts WILL be warmed.

some of the dialogue was inspired by this audio with an unknown creator. @novorehere shared it with me and its so good.

It was cozy in the house. Rose and her two best friends had just finished watching a good wholesome movie together and were now chatting about what parts of the movie they liked or didn't like. Adam was giving some silly impressions and making the two smaller friends laugh until their sides hurt.

It was starting to get late into the evening and they were all pretty tired after the fun of laughing and some adventures exploring around Voreville. Admiring the world that was just for them and the wonderful community they had in their corner of the internet. It was comfortably silent in the house, the movie long over, and the three struggling to stay awake with how warm and full of love they were.

Rosey was the bolder of the two smalls as the three-inch tall blond fairy made her way across the couch cushions to his side. She looked up tiredly at her friend and he couldn't help the smile on his face as he placed his hand in front of her smaller form. She happily crawled onto his hand pulling his thumb and pinky over her lap like a little seatbelt. He giggled quietly at the feeling of her hands and knees on his palm.

At his laughter, she looked up at him. “What's so funny?” she asked him as she was lifted to be somewhat in front of his face.

“oh, what's funny? oh, heh.” He laughed a bit as she moved around some more on his palm, her petal-themed skirt adding to the light tickling sensation in his hands. “It's just that it kinda...tickles when you walk on my palm like that.” He said eyes widening when he noticed the little mischievous smirk on her face. She then smiled sweetly and patted the fingers over her middle.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later~” she teased.

“Oh God please no,” Adam said with dread.

She giggled a bit. “It's ok besides I’m too tired to be too silly right now,” she admitted laying back against his other hands.

Adam hummed at that, agreeing with the being tired part. He also noticed Nebby making their way over to the two and placed his left hand on the couch in front of Nebby to allow them to climb on. They sat on his palm with just his thumb on their lap to make sure they wouldn't fall as he lifted them from the plush surface. They just smiled up at him as they heated their hands on their own palms, their small legs kicking slightly as they watched their two friends talk.

“If we ever are tickling your hands too much, just let us know. We can try and stop.” Rosey said after a small pause.

Adam shook his head quickly. “No! It's... it's kinda cute actually. you're just- you're both just so small and so precious and you trust me enough to let me hold you like this.” He said looking at his two closest friends in this amazing little world with adoration and warmth in his blue eyes. “I just- it means so much to me. just to hold these little lives in my hands and to keep you safe and sound,” He said, voice wavering a bit with emotion. He pulls Both of his friends to his chest in a semi-hug. Both reciprocated as best as they could as Adam leaned back and gently held them against himself, using some of his fingers to pat Nebby's head and to brush through Rosey's hair.

For the two smaller folks they could hear Adam's heart beating away, its rhythm continuous and soothing. They relaxed into his gentle hold as he was overwhelmed with love and care for his smaller friends. So he started to hum a song he really liked, a song from a game but still a nice song.

Said song

He continued to hum for a few minutes, Rosey sometimes harmonizing with his longer-held notes. Adam’s hands started to grow tired and from how he was sitting the two smalls were starting to slip down between his hands and his shirt. He quickly readjusted them and could feel how tired they were.

“Hey, Adam?” Nebby spoke up from his left hand against his chest.

“Ye, what’s up Nebby?” Adam said gently moving them to be in front of him again.

“You know I really like you.” They said, making a little heart up at him with their fingers. Adam made a small whining sound from the overwhelming emotions in his heart. “I'm a bit sleepy, can you… you know, please?” Nebby asked shyly, pointing down at Adam's middle.

“Oh, that's a good idea! I’d like that as well,” Rosey said. Adam turned to look at her. “O-only if you're ok with it obviously…” She added looking away from him with a flushed face. Shifting his grip he gently nudged Rosey to look at him with his thumb.

“I'd be happy to hold you both closer.” He said with a warm smile. “I’ll start with Nebby if that's ok with you Rosey.” He said moving his left hand closer to his face while lowering his right. Rosey nodded and sat on his thigh watching as Adam pulled Nebby closer to his face. Gently pressing his nose to Nebby's middle and chuckling when Nebby squirmed a bit and giggled at the ticklish sensation of Adam's mustache, in return, they tenderly stroke the bridge of Adam's nose. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick at them. Being careful and making sure to stick their hair up in a silly cowlick at one point. He then leveled his mouth with his palm, opening wide to allow Nebby to crawl in at their own pace.

Nebby put their hands into Adam's tongue, their hands sunk into the soft muscle, making them fall a bit into his mouth. He let out a breathy laugh around them before slowly closing his lips around Nebby’s middle. Swirling his tongue around them and humming at their sweet pastry-like flavor. He tilted his head and made a questioning hum. Rosey heard a quiet muffled sound before Adam swallowed. Nebby's legs being pulled into his mouth thanks to peristalsis. He worked to savor the rest of Nebby as they went down quickly swallowing again as he placed his now empty hand on his throat. Feeling his friend sliding deeper. Adam let out a small gasp when his windpipe was cleared and his stomach was filled with his small friend. Rosey looked up at him as she gently pressed into his middle, smiling as she felt Nebby moving around to get comfortable.

“Haaaahhh.” he sighed again as Nebby stilled. “you’re ok down there right? you got down there ok?” He asked, placing his hand next to Rosey to feel Nebby within even though he could feel their every shift and breath beneath his skin.

“Mhm! Just being comfy, Adam.” Nebby said loudly to make sure the other two could hear them. Rosey pushed as hard as she could at Nebby and giggled when she heard Nebby's little laugh and felt them push back at her. Adam giggled too but that was because it tickled when Rosey did that. He scooped her up and she yelped from the sudden motion before giggling and shifting in his loose hole to face him.

“You ready, Rosey?” He asked. She gave a nod and a thumbs up. Adam then stuck his tongue out and licked her face causing her to sputter and try and push the soft yet strong muscle away. Both giggling a bit. Adam continued to do some licking and even lightly nibbled along Rosey's arms making her laugh and thrash due to how ticklish she was. Then he gently pushed her upper half into his mouth, she quickly pulled her arms across her chest and poked at his teeth. And tongue and cheeks, loving just all the crazy different textures. Adam hummed again at the overwhelmingly refreshing sweet taste of Rosey, like strawberries and honey on a summer's day. Just like with Nebby, he tilted his head back but did not swallow at first, giving Rosey the chance to back out if she changed her mind.

He felt two gentle taps along his tongue as Rosey went limp. “Go ahead, big guy.” He heard her say. So with that, the tongue pushed her forward and down as he swallowed. The strong muscles easily pulled her small form down, a contend pressure at her side as she went. She smiled with her eyes closed, knowing full well he was following her to make sure she would be ok. All too quickly the pressure disappeared and she felt and heard the heartbeat so clearly and loudly around her as she passed it. A new pressure was felt at the top of her head before it loosened and allowed her to pass. Her head now entering the dark space.

“Oop, look out Nebby,” Rosey said as more and more of her fell into the area.

“I gotcha Rosey,” Nebby said as they grabbed and helped Rosey find a spot next to them as the stomach stretched with both of their presence. They both squirmed around especially as the stomach tightened around the two with a groan, Adam groaned too at how active his guests were and how he wasn’t used to that feeling at all, like violent butterflies in his stomach. Eventually, the two smalls were settled, Rosey on the bottom curve of the stomach and Nebby somewhat on top and to the side of her. The stomach relaxed before pressing down on the two a bit and relaxed again, they heard a small burp be muffled by Adam's fist.

“mmmrp. Excuse me.” He said out of habit. “You ok in there you two?”

“Yep!” Both nebby and Rosey called out in unison.

“Ah, that's good. Thank you...” he said,

“Thank you for the cuddles, silly! You know we are comfy within you!” Nebby said, patting a wall nearby, slowly running their hand, almost as if they were rubbing it from the inside.

Adam now had both hands on his slightly distended middle. His hands sink into the soft flesh to feel the small forms beneath. It just felt so amazing and warm, to everyone. He couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at how strange yet wonderful it was. “heh, I-I can feel you, I can feel you in there. you're riiiight here.” He said poking a single finger into the little bumps of his friends, gasping a bit when they shifted suddenly at that.

“Whoa! That's cool! Sorry about the kick, the poke startled me.” Rosey called out. Nebby was quiet, being lured away into a deep sleep as their friends spoke.

All three settled and relaxed. Adam mindlessly rubbed at his very full stomach as he started to drift off to sleep, Nebby and Rosey following quickly after his heartbeat and breathing slowed. It was their safe space, somewhere they could rest and where nothing would reach them, a friend. Each so happy to be with their best friends.

#soft vore #safe vore #fluffy vore #friends!#stuff for my friends #this is for you Adam #Adam #Nebby #discord #disvord stuff #wholesome #cute #I’m so proud of this #and Nebby helped with some editing too!#hope you like it!

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Reviewing Every UKISS Release: By Unpopular Demand ~ New Generation

Oh the great psychic damage I've inflicted on myself to do this. I was so excited, thinking about how this would let me gush about Bran New Kiss or Inside of Me, but unfortunately, I must start at the dreaded beginning: New Generation.

I will admit that this wasn't as bad as I expected. There was a lot of cringing, a lot of "oh baby what are you doing?" being whispered, but not the total trainwreck I had built up in my head. To be totally honest, I think that these two songs could've been pretty decent with better packaging and fully embracing the campiness, but I digress.

Just for funsies, I've also noted the YouTube and Spotify streams (if applicable) from the day I did the review. Dunno what to make of it yet, but I'm sure it'll be interesting.

(Also I like how I slowly become more and more unhinged as I type this review out.)

New Generation - 1st Mini Album | 2008.09.03

So I was already listening to Kpop around this time, but like most people, paid like zero attention to this because I liked the bigger and more popular and better packaged boy groups at the time. I was also just developing my logical reasoning when this came out, so I don't really remember much about this. No idea what the general feel/reception for this was, and I think the first time I listened to this was probably late 2009 after ManManHaNi, and somehow I remember really liking this at the time.

Obviously, time soured my opinion of this mini album, but now as an adult with a mostly functioning prefrontal cortex, I can say I don't really hate it? I hate the packaging of this mini album, but it's oddly endearing in how poorly it's aged.

Another thing I noticed while going back over this is how hard Soohyun, Kevin, and even Kibum carry in these first two releases. I'm not knocking on the others, and it makes sense since Soohyun had been a trainee the longest under some bigger companies, while Kevin and Kibum had both already debuted. They just seem a lot more polished in all aspects, and a lot more committed to the cheesiness. I'm probably not gonna rank them for later releases, but for this one, I think I'd put them as Kevin > Soohyun >> Kibum >>> Dongho > Eli/Xander.

While I don't have my personal rankings of them from that time (based solely off of how much I liked them, irrespective of ability, commitment, etc), I think based off of how I viewed them in 2009, it would be probably Dongho > Kibum > Xander/Kevin > Soohyun/Eli. Yeah, I was a delusional kid who had a crush on Dongho since he was closest in age to me, Kibum and Kevin were both flower boys and good dancers, while Xander was a fellow Canto speaker with an accent I could understand, plus he was funny. Soohyun and Eli were really victims of poor styling at the time, but who wasn't?

Now onto the actual songs -

Intro (Pump Pump) | YouTube Music 10k | Spotify 3.4k

I actually kinda really like this?

Catchy, more mature than Not Young, but also not inappropriately so, and it's got a cute cheeky and fun vibe?

If they turned this into the title track, maybe they would've had a fighting chance in the bloodbath that was 2008 boy group debuts

Not Kevin and Soohyun actually being able to show off their singing here more than in the actual album songs

There's like a random gunshot(?) sound and I don't really understand it

The Kibum-Kevin-Soohyun verse is kinda interesting, and by interesting, I mean it feels like they did Kibum dirty by drawing that comparison, but like also there's no other way to structure it since he is their next best vocalist

Common UKISS intro W I don't think I've ever disliked any of their intros 7.75/10

Not Young (Audio) | YouTube Music 367k | Spotify 132k

The opening quite literally gives me psychic damage, while also making me coo like an affectionate auntie watching her stupid nephews do dumb shit

Kevin's voice unsurprisingly suits this very well, that honey-like voice was made for this kind of cheese, and boy is he hard carrying

Soohyun, bless his heart, is kind of both actively ruining and saving this song

Like he's hard carrying too, and that "You gonna be my lady, yoohoo~" actually goes so hard, but his voice just sounds...way too mature for this

Which makes me wonder if this was a directional problem, or if he just wasn't able to do it at this time because he nails this concept 7 years later for Action (spoiler I guess)

Really love that first prechorus, I don't know what it is, but that Kibum-Soohyun-Kevin buildup really works well

Lyrically, I think the YT comments actually sum it up for me - "We're the new kids on this block" vs. "Stop treating us like kids" - which is it make up your minds

Also shoutout for being their first and only noona-chasing song they really never revisited this concept ever again

Really funny that Dongho is the only one at the right age to make this concept work (and maybe Eli and Kevin too, possibly Kibum if we're being generous) but he gets like 3 lines

I also found a super old live radio version of this song from their promotional period, and yes it's in the crunchiest potato quality imaginable, but it was insightful

Soohyun and Kevin sound great as always, Kibum's voice actually felt much stronger than in the actual song or in music shows, and the rap line was there

Hard carried by Soohyun and Kevin, Kibum did his job, Dongho was there, and RIP to Eli and Xander for that awful last verse (80% not their fault)

6.5/10, needs more commitment to being cheesy and to not the title track

Not Young (MV) | Fan upload 703k

You know, I feel a lot of my bad feelings for the song come from the MV

Like the psychic damage this video inflicts should be studied

Love the fact there's no official MV uploaded so there's only a crunchy fan upload to watch

I actually don't know if this is the same upload I watched back in the day, but the date doesn't seem to line up?

Anyway, crunchy potato quality is completely on brand, YouTube is telling me it's 480p but this feels like 240p at best

The stupid Windows Movie Maker transitions are taking me out

So like we all know NH is a broke ass bitch, so I wanna know if this is actually like a member's house, a staff member's house, or if they just rented it

Dongho's mom's hair is like peak Asian Mom hair like I knew so many women with that exact hairstyle, and not the skin-toned lipstick everyone wore back then

Kevin's hair and outfit are peak 'flower-boy-wannabe-bad-boy' like we all thought that hair was soooo hot, and you were either drowning in your own clothes or cutting off your circulation with no middle ground, and this was a cross-cultural phenomenon

Honestly, I feel like you could just go to a local school and see a bunch of boys dressed like this

Xander's Ronald McDonald hair I'm so sorry you had to go through that

The High School Musical-esque dance scenes have me in tears like those basketball jerseys are so goofy and Kevin's legs are lost in the fabric

Flower boy haircuts from this time are like basically the precursor to Karen cuts *cue Abby Lee Miller voice "she's got a really cool and trendy haircut it's like long in the front and short in the back"

Also his eyebrows from this time are tragic, those were dark dark times

This was also a peak fashion look for us girls back then, and you know what, it's still kinda cute

This was so serious for them I'm crying

I still don't quite understand this part

RANDOM PRE-DEBUT KISEOP CAMEO!!!!! I don't remember if he was on set because he was covering for his friend, or if his friend invited him to be an extra, but I just love that he's technically been there from the start

Is he supposed to be the antagonist of the MV? Like I get the plot is they're trying to impress their noona and whatever but like is he supposed to be her boyfriend or something, and they're gonna beat his ass in basketball to win her over???

If that's the plot, they need to get Kevin off their team that boy cannot run

No comment on Dongho's hair that's just tragic

But this whole scene takes me out like this is peak comedy

Why is Kevin perched on the bench like that, why are Dongho and Soohyun sitting on the floor and why is Soohyun grinning like a maniac, is Eli okay???

You may not like it, but this is peak male performance

This frame is a work of art

So so serious for them, I can taste the cheese

This is honestly so confusing I don't get it, but I guess I'm not galaxy-brained enough. Like did they not have enough footage or something? Is there a scene change quota they had to meet or what?

I love that every single part of this MV can be carbon dated, and not one bit aged well, and I just think that's so iconic

So I've come up with two different ratings for this MV

12/10 if you take this completely unseriously like this is so funny, so poorly aged, so cringe, it's amazing. Even while cringing, I still had fun

3.5/10 if you take this seriously, like wtf was NH thinking (spoiler, they were not)? Like even when I first watched this as a kid (and within their target age demographic!!! I, a young elementary school girl who was entrenched in East Asian media and came from a similar cultural background!!!!) it was pretty cringe. I'm giving it pity points because Soohyun was so committed to this and the funny Kiseop cameo.

Honestly, I feel like you could just go to a local school and see a bunch of boys dressed like thispoorly aged, so cringe, it's amazing. Even while cringing, I still had fun

Not Young (Stages) | Highest viewed 191k Music Core

Again, I never watched these when they first came out, and I also don't think I watched any of these very much prior to doing this

Not gonna talk about their actual debut stage because that's like 8 pixels total

Also not doing all of their stages, just Music Core because it's actually in really good quality

Look at those fits that was peak fashion in 2008

Dongho's silly little cardigan and bowtie, Kevin's goofy polka dot sweater vest, Soohyun with the plaid vest and random sweatband, Kibum with a random tie, Eli wearing a hoodie I swear every boy had it's a real time capsule

Yeah, I'm grabbing screencaps on mute I'm not subjecting myself to this psychic damage

The multiple bracelets is so real that was such look back then

I remember I used to collect those cheap rubber bracelets to try to recreate that look

This is such an unserious part of the choreo but I will admit it's very cute in a stupid way

Also, all I can think of is the other members talking about how they think his hands are freakish and alien-like, and I think that's just foul of them, but also not undeserved considering how snarky Kevin was in those early days

Oh Soohyun, I'm so sorry they did you dirty like this

Like it's incredible how he de-ages himself a few years later when he gets decent hair and styling

And he was so committed to this like he's literally beaming while everyone else is just smiling

He also winked right before this Soohyun is the cutest I swear

Eli's comically large chain

The dance is cute, but also insanely cringy because they're kind of taking it too seriously and not as full-on campy cheese

Like I said before, Soohyun, Kevin, and Kibum really stand out here as being much more polished and cleaner in their dancing, are clearly committed to the character, and have a good eye for the camera

Dongho is also a standout because wow I forgot he had that je ne sais quoi stage presence

There's a lot of moments where the dancing doesn't quite sync up, and I think it's fairly obvious that they're still very new as a group

They have backup dancers, though not in this particular stage, but I think they had them for their actual debut stage and Music Bank

So I lied, let's check out the Music Bank stage

This actually is from before the Music Core stage (MuCore is listed as 2008.09.27, while the MuBank is supposedly from 2008.09.12)

I didn;t mention this before, but I'm fairly certain the MuCore stage is lipsynced, but the MuBank stage is definitely live

Terrible quality pic, but these were some other peak 2008 fits

I knew so many guys who had Kevin's hoodie

And not Soohyun's trash bag jacket

Soohyun and Kevin are already very good and stable at singing live and making it seem easy, while Kibum definitely struggles a bit

Honestly, I wonder if NH invested in more singing lessons for him, if Kibum could've ended up where Kiseop is now - a solid subvocalist who can also hold his own and step up to being a vocalist

I just watched this dude pull his shirt up over his head for this and no, I don't understand this part of the choreo

I don't really know much about rapping and don't have many particular thoughts on it, but Xander and Eli can be heard clearly, so that's a good thing, right?

Honestly, just ranking both of these stages as 4.5/10

MuCore stage was in better camera quality, sharper and more coordinated group dancing, but probably lipsynced and no funny backup dancers

MuBank is like 360p max and kind of a mess, but I always love hearing Soohyun and Kevin singing live, and there are funny backup dancers

Give It To Me (Audio) | YouTube Music 43k | Spotify 7.9k

I honestly had zero recollection of this song at all

So if Not Young is borderline age inappropriate for being too immature, Give It To Me swings wildly in the opposite direction and teeters into being too mature

Xander, Soohyun, and arguably Kibum are old enough for this song, while Dongho is way too young, and Eli and Kevin are either barely old enough or still young (my personal opinion, based off of some of the lyrics, but the stage of this song is actually fine)

Honestly should've been the title track, they 100% would have had a fighting chance at debut and be remembered as either 'cool new rookie group' or 'wildly inappropriate rookie group', but both are better than 'cringe rookie group'

This is like a proto-Quintessential UKISS™ song - dance beat, Soohyun doing adlibs like rent's due, Eli dropping horrifically funny one liners, and the singing dominating the rapping in all aspects

Now if only this song was a "baby I love you even though you cheated on me pls come back" song

Hard carried by Soohyun and Kevin, who are both surprisingly singing lower than what they usually do, and also do not have a shouting match at any of the song (!!!)

Does that count as early installment weirdness?

Special shoutout to Kibum who actually sounds really good for his two lines. Dunno if his voice just suits this kind of song, or if this is just a more comfortable range for him, but he sounds much better here

Another special shoutout to Dongho for having no lines, you're doing amazing sweatie <3

"And u're so tight" Eli why did you say it like that

"My boo" #1

"Shorty/shawty/whatever tf they say" #1

Does this count as a UKISS Sex Song? Feels gross typing that out, but like looking at the lyrics, I think it does?

UKISS Sex Song #1

6.75/10, knocked off points for being age inappropriate, Eli's rancid one liner (which did make me laugh), and the terrible lyrics in the rapping

Give It To Me (Stage) | Fan upload 15k

I had no idea they did a stage for this

Also, why is this actually better than Not Young?

Love the black/white/gold scheme going on

Also, these are peak Bad Boy circa 2008 looks I would've gone crazy for these guys back then

The trashbag bootcut pants, the random embellishments, the fingerless gloves, Xander rocking the shirt tied around the waist, whatever the heck Eli's accessories are, and the tragic and dramatic 2008 hair? I would've honestly lost my shit

Wait oh my god those aren't bootcut pants those are skinny pants with leg warmers oh my goddddd iconic

So are these the same gloves from Tick Tack? Also Eli wtf is that on your neck???

It's hard to tell if this is sung live or not, but what I do know is Soohyun is making his singing expressions, so I think it's live, with slightly off audio? It's hard to tell honestly, maybe the mics were bad?

Why was this not their actual debut? This is literally what was considered so 2008 cool, the outfits were peak bad boy fashion, and the choreo is very much a product of its time (not derogatory)

Also got a good chuckle with Soohyun being the centre for the dance break while flanked by Kevin and Kibum, it's what he deserves

7.75/10 much better than Not Young in terms of dancing and coordination (makes sense, this is dated 2008.11.06), the outfits are 2008 stylish, and they all seem so much more comfortable with this?

That concludes this review of New Generation. You know, there were a lot of emotions going through this, a lot of "why does NH not think?" and "oh my god sweetie, I'm so sorry they did this to you", and "what were we all smoking back in 2008 to consider this cool?", but I think I had fun while doing this.

I have most of the notes for Bring It Back2 Old School written out, so now it's just a matter of editing and collecting screenshots, which honestly pains me to think about. If New Generation was a dark time in UKISS history, Bring It Back2 Old School is purgatory.

So fun bonus fun fact, if you've made it to the end:

I don't know how many people know this since I also found this out not too long ago while digging around, but XING, the old group that Kevin and Kibum were a part of was an absolute disaster in like every possible way. I got some of this info in English, and the rest in a bad KR-EN translation (so possibly inaccurate), but apparently the XING CEO was actually a former SM CEO who worked there around 2000-2003ish before getting ousted by the board of directors, and was responsible in part for the famous slave contracts.

So out of spite, said CEO took a bunch of SM-affiliated trainees (from my understanding, they were sort of on a shortlist to get into SM) and founded his own company to compete with SM with these new trainees and his new boy group. XING was an absolute disaster for only being around for 4 years with 5 different lineups and 18 total members having been involved. Kevin and Kibum were part of the original lineup, but Kibum bailed after a few months with the excuse of 'focusing on his education', while Kevin stayed long enough to go from maknae to leader, before dipping after the third lineup (also, according to the article I read, he was the CEO's favourite because he thought he had star potential lol). A bunch of the guys who left sued the company around 2008-2009, and got their contracts terminated.

It's hard to understand what the contracts said exactly because of the shitty translation, but it was something like exclusive 10 year contract that will be extended if a member takes personal breaks, goes to school, enlists in military, and/or goes on health leave and profits would only be paid out in fixed amounts after selling 500k (or 250k I can't remember but it was some crazy amount) units (unclear if this means total albums, or just for one release).

Apparently in 2010ish, the CEO was talking about having a 'XING family reunion concert' and asked all the guys about it and got left on read, so then he finally let the name die and moved on to terrorizing more boys (no for real, he allegedly threw a bottle of alcohol at one of the XING guys when he told him about wanting to leave).

#ukiss #uwukiss #everything was so low budget i'm crying #like i'm sorry but it feels like they were set up like i don't think the other groups' debuts were a secret #and they were given this to compete with them that smells like foul play

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Etched in Your Skin | Words: 8,500

Ship: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Ezraheler

Characters: Dylan Lenivy, Ryan Ezraheler, Kaitlyn Ka, Chris Hackett, Jacob Custos, Abigail Blyg, Dr. Hill, Max Brinley, Laura Kearney

Tags: Full Alternate Universe, Dylan Centric, Teacher Dylan, Tattoo Artist Ryan, Amputee Dylan, Adult Situations, Getting Together, Praise Kink, Mild Pain Kink, Illusions to Canon Typical Violence, Prior Animal Attack, Self Esteem Issues, Body Image Issues, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Happy Open Ending, Kaitlyn is an Amazing Friend, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Illness, Tattooing, Body Piercings, Humor/Puns

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Dylan Lenivy is a junior high science teacher. He loves his job, but after an incident that costs him a hand, he struggles to move forward and function in life. With the support of his best friend, a good therapist, and a fateful meeting with a tattoo artist named Ryan, he just might be able to move forward in life.

Dylan had a love for science and a love for teaching. Both had motivated him endlessly since he understood the concept of a career and goals and working in life.

It was his love for both that motivated him to come back to the classroom only a year after the accident. But his love for both also blinded him to the fact that for all their innocence and ability to open their minds to the wonder of the sciences and drink in that knowledge, kids can be fucking assholes.

And not just in an ‘ogle at my missing hand’ kinda assholes. That could generally be contributed to curiosity or ignorance. Rarely malice, but there were definitely kids capable of that.

His 7th grade environmental science class proven to be a doozy, already difficult just the first week into classes. He wasn’t that much older than the kids in theory, only in his late 20s, but it never occurred to him that the troubled kid named Josh would hear the rumor of the accident from an older kid. And that said student named Josh would play the audio of a grizzly bear growling in the middle of class.

Dylan didn’t expect to drop the dry erase marker against his own will and cower under his desk as soon as he heard the growl. There was a nervous chuckle from the students, tentative, as if they thought Dylan was playing along with Josh’s prank, like it was some big joke they were all in on. Not that he registered or understood the students’ laughs. All he registered were the growls, the phantom pain that shot through his permanently mangled limb.

“Shut it off, Josh, c’mon! It’s not funny!” A young, empathetic girl named Samantha bit out before she ran behind the teacher’s desk, the laughing having died off and replaced by panicked murmurs from the students. But Dylan was still frozen, hidden under his desk, he couldn’t move. “Mr. Lenivy?”

Her voice broke Dylan from his rocking, his panicked eyes snapped up to the young girl, her actions and voice wiser than her actual age by decades. He couldn’t find words, but he nodded up at his student.

“Are you okay?”

Dylan shook his head.

“Do you want me to get another teacher?”

Dylan nodded his head.

He focused on the sound of his breathing, the squeaking of the girl’s sneakers and the thump of the door as she ran out into the hall. It was quiet, eerily quiet, the students shocked silent now, but Dylan still couldn’t move.

He didn’t move until Jacob Custos, the gym and health education teacher, crouched down and met his glazed over daze. He had no idea how long it had been. “Dylan, dude...” He could hear the concern, the deep pity, in Jacob’s voice. He hated it.

“T-The kids, are...are they okay?” Dylan’s voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

“Yeah, dude, they’re fine. Chris brought ‘em to the auditorium for a lecture. I think he’s gonna suspend that little shit, uh, Sam told me about...Josh?” Jacob continued to fill the unusual silence between them and Dylan found himself more in the now.

He slowly began to creep out from under his desk, Jacob offered his hand as a support which Dylan was grateful for as he stood up on wobbly legs. “No, there’s...they don’t need to suspend him.”

“Dude, really? You’re too fucking soft!” Jacob bit out, frustration clear in his voice before he relaxed, taking in a calming breath when he noticed Dylan tensed at him raising his voice. “All I’m saying is, that little shit probably heard about the bear attack from another, slightly older shit and decided the logical thing was to play bear noises in your class? Like, who thinks like that? The hell?”

“They’re allowed to make mistakes, Jacob. They’re only kids.” Dylan sighed and leant back against his desk, running his hand over his face. Fuck, fuck. How did he fall so far so quickly? He...he was getting better. He was!

“Yeah, kids, sure, then they grow up to be fucking psychopaths.” He muttered under his breath, but of course Dylan heard it.

Dylan took another deep breath and when the bell rang for the dismissal of school, he received a text from Principal Hackett to meet him in his office when he felt ready.

Just what he needed after a flashback or panic attack or whatever the fuck that just was. After being humiliated by a student in the middle of class, needing another student, a child, to take the lead. Something could have happened, something could have happened while Dylan cowered under his desk. Weak and pathetic. He hated himself, but he figured it was a good reflection of what he looked like. Weak. Broken. Incomplete.

Where was the man that faced down a grizzly bear and lost his hand for it to save students while at a science summer camp? He didn’t see him at all in his reflection, not once since the attack had happened.

He was taken out of his miserable thoughts once he stood outside of Principal Hackett’s, Chris’, office. Dylan stepped inside, ready for some awful news.

“So, you’re canning me?” Dylan said before he had even sat down, the door not even fully closed behind him, his arms crossed defensively over his chest.

“What?” Chris sounded tired. Almost as tired as Dylan felt. “No, no, I’m not firing you. Jesus, kid, you’re the best damn science teacher in the district. Hell, probably the fucking state.”

“Aw, Mr. H, you’re just saying that.” He tried to tease, but there wasn’t much joy behind it, that levity that he used to be known for was completely lost. He just wanted to go to bed and wake up and hope that this entire day, no, this past year, had just been some awful nightmare.

“No, I’m not. I really mean it, I wouldn’t bullshit you on this, Lenivy.” He paused, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “But, as much as it pains me, I think...I think you need to take this semester off.” Chris said carefully, voice even.

“What? No, that’s...I’ve already had a year off, man. I’m good, I can teach, I...c’mon, it’s only a week into classes-”

“It’s because it’s only a week into classes I think you need to take the time. Kids are brutal. Even with the values we instill at Hackett Junior High, they will poke and probe and lash out. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow my teachers to be terrorized, I can’t have you working in fear.” Chris insisted.

“I wasn’t...it wasn’t that serious...”

“Dylan.” Mr. Hackett said firmly, in a voice Dylan hadn’t heard directed at him since he was in 7th grade himself. “You hid under a desk for 40 minutes because of a 10 second audio clip a student played on his phone. You’re not ready to be back. Take the paid sabbatical. We’ll meet to discuss again in six months with the substitute teacher, but for now, please, just take care of yourself. And get some professional help.”

Dylan clenched his jaw and felt his single hand flex at his side, shoulders tense, dampness settle at the corner of his eyes. “Fuck! Fuck it! Fine!” He didn’t care that he sounded like a petulant child, he stomped out of Chris’ office all the same.

He went back into his classroom and gathered any of his personal items, didn’t bother addressing any of the other teachers, and clamored into his small sedan. And then he gripped the wheel tight, screamed, and shook, and cried.

Fuck this. Fuck everything. And fuck grizzly bears.

✒️

“Dylan, open the fucking door!” Shocked him out of passed out state, draped over his dirty couch, with a pizza box on one corner of the couch and a half eaten, now melted, container of ice cream mere inches from his hand. “I know you’re in there!”

Dylan staggered off of his couch on uneasy, cramped legs, tripped over about six empty beer cans and Schrodinger, before he made it from the living room to the front hall and unlocked the door. The sun was too fucking bright and he blinked as he looked down at Kaitlyn. “Hey, Kaitlyn.” His voice rasped from disuse.

“God, you look like fucking shit.” Kaitlyn didn’t bother to filter herself as she shoved her way into Dylan’s slovenly house, nose wrinkled up as she took in the state of it. “And don’t ‘hey Kaitlyn’ me, asshole! You haven’t answered a call or text in like four days!”

“Three, actually.”

“Who cares?!” She snapped. “Jesus, have you even changed your clothes since you got put on leave?”

“...no.” Dylan admitted, looking down at his bare feet. “Came home, put on pajamas, and been eating and drinking my feelings since.” He shrugged. There was no point to bullshit Kaitlyn. Non-bullshitting each other was pretty much the basis of their friendship.

“Yeah, I...I kinda gathered that.” Kaitlyn’s voice grew softer. “...do you think you’re up for a shower?”

“Kaitlyn, I’m depressed. Not straight.” He joked.

“Not a shower with me, dumbass. A shower for you.” Her voice grew softer in understanding and Dylan recoiled at it. It sounded too much like pity. “Are you up to it?” She repeated.

“Yeah, um...yeah, I think I am.” He hated the smell of his own stench anyways, the grim that had built over his skin as he curled open on his couch and shoveled pizza in his face. God, if he never had another slice of Joe’s Pizza again, it would be too soon.

“Good, go up and take one, I’ll get started down here.” She pulled a band from where it was wrapped around her wrist and pulled back her short hair into a tight ponytail. Fuck, it was humiliating, picturing his best friend picking up his mess.

“Kaitlyn, no, I can’t ask you to do that-”

“And you’re not.” She insisted as she opened a closet door and took out a broom, dustpan, and garbage bag. “I’m doing it because it needs to be done. Just wash up, get some clean clothes on, and we’ll call it even, okay?”

Dylan’s voice wobbled as he answered. “O-Okay.” He ascended his stairs and stopped by his bedroom to fetch a clean t-shirt, briefs, and basketball shorts before he stepped the rest of the way to the bathroom.

He stripped out of his clothes and dropped them in the hamper before turning on the shower to let it warm. His reflection mocked him, the scars along the left side of his body, the way he had gone softer in the middle, greasy hair, and of course the elephant in the room - or lack thereof - his missing hand.

Dylan remembered when he stumbled out of the other side of puberty, how he grew up and filled out. How people would compliment him on his long limbs, strong neck, broad shoulders, fetching dimples, and sweet smile. He saw none of that now, his image of himself so warped that he believed all of it gone, all of him tainted. Lesser, somehow.

“You’re fucking disgusting.” Dylan bit out, looking into his own eyes, hard with anger. He continued to glare himself down until steam began to creep out of the shower stall. “And so fucking weak.”

Dylan stepped inside and scrubbed his skin red, tugged his hand through his hair as he washed out shampoo. It hurt a little, he was too rough with himself and he knew it wasn’t healthy, but he felt pathetic. Unworthy of gentleness and care.

He tugged on his clothes just as carelessly after he dried off and took uneasy steps downstairs. Kaitlyn sat at his kitchen table, now clean like the rest of the house. She had always been more efficient than him.

“I put some coffee on.” Kaitlyn said casually, wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead. Dylan sat opposite of her at the table, looking down at his one hand and residual limb, silent.

“T-Thank you, for cleaning up. I...”

“It’s not a problem.” Another awkward beat of silence, the only noise in the house being Schrodinger trotting upstairs and the gurgle of the coffee maker. “...you know you need to call Dr. Hill, right?

“I don’t wanna talk to Dr. Hill.” He pushed Dylan to do better, to believe better in himself and to try and cope with his new life. It was too hard, it was easier to deny it or to accept he was lesser now. He’d always be lesser.

“Dylan.” Kaitlyn laid her hand over his on the table, which had begun to shake slightly. “I know you don’t want to. But you need to, please-”

“Kaitlyn, I don’t-it’s not going to change anything! He’s not going to suddenly find money for me to get a prosthetic, my hand isn’t going to just fucking grow back because I cry on a leather couch twice a week, fuck!” He didn’t realize how loud his voice had grown until he saw the hurt in Kaitlyn’s eyes, felt her squeeze his hand.

And then Kaitlyn did something she never did. That Dylan had only seen once or twice in his life.

Kaitlyn began to cry. “I can’t...please, Dylan. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose my best friend. If you don’t want to do it for yourself, please do it for me. Do it for your students. Do it for your mom. We need you. And we miss you. So, fuck, please, just fucking do something for yourself for once!”

Dylan started to feel tears stream down his own face and he stood up, quickly pulling Kaitlyn into a hug, enveloping her in his long arms, feeling his shirt get damp with her tears. “Okay, okay. I will. I’ll call Dr. Hill.”

“Good.” Kaitlyn sniffled, wiping her face quickly as they pulled apart from the embrace. “Idiot.” She added with no heat to it.

“At least I don’t look like a butt.” Dylan joked.

“Oh my god-”

✒️

Dr. Hill had assigned Dylan ‘homework’ after their first few sessions. The therapist was relieved when Dylan had called him, adjusting his schedule to get Dylan into an appointment that week.

As anticipated, Dr. Hill had countered many of his thoughts already, but was relieved by some actions Dylan had taken to care for himself since their last appointment months prior.

The conclusion was straightforward. Dylan didn’t have an issue with amputees, he didn’t think lesser of other people who had lost limbs or were born without them. But he struggled to transition into his new life. He saw himself as lesser, as unwanted, as disgusting. And the struggle with daily tasks and the PTSD and trauma and his responses to triggers exacerbated that, fed into his thoughts that he was wrong, unworthy.

It was a whole tangle of fucking bullshit, but Dylan had nearly six months to try and make progress and he was committed. Physically, he was well, which meant therapy and counseling wouldn’t be disrupted for weeks at a time due to reconstructive surgeries or medical examinations. And he wasn’t surrounded by his mother and administrators and lawyers and everyone under the sun fawning over him.

He had the space to just...be. And to feel. And it was terrifying.

Which is why he welcomed the homework from Dr. Hill. Because it gave him something to focus his time and energy on. He was currently sat in his home office, a half eaten sandwich and empty bottle of apple juice to his right and Schrodinger on his lap, scrolling through the web.

His homework was to look into how some people in situations like his chose to cope with the sudden change to their appearance. It had led him down a rabbit hole of a whole subcommunity of amputees who had coped with body modifications.

A girl was giving an interview with Buzzfeed. She had lost her left leg in a car accident when she was 14 and was showing off a hand carved prosthetic leg she had modified herself, then showed the remaining part of her residual limb, which was covered in tattoos like the rest of her.

“It’s empowering to me, at least.” The young girl said with sparkles in her eyes, actual joy in her voice. “My body was modified because of something that I couldn’t control. But this, my tattoos, my piercings, my prosthetic. I chose to have them the way that they are. It’s my body and for a long time I hated it. But I made it what I wanted it to be. And now I love it.”

Dylan had never as much as gotten his ears pierced. He had paused the video, his thumb hovering over his contact for Abigail, the art teacher at Hackett Junior High who had a gorgeous floral piece on her arm.

She picked up after the second ring.

“Hey, Dylan!” Her voice soft and kind, but there was obvious surprise there. “What’s up?”

“Um, so, weird question.” He paused, looking back at his computer screen where the young woman grinned proudly, video paused where she pointed at a tattoo on her upper left arm. “Do you know any local tattoo artists that are taking new clients?”

“Oh, hmm. Y’know. I think I do. I’ll text you the shop’s info and number? An artist, too.”

“Yeah, that...that would be awesome. Thanks, kiddo.” She giggled at the nickname before they exchanged goodbyes.

She texted him the number to North Kill Ink and recommended an artist named Ryan. Before Dylan could think better of it, to second guess himself, he called the number.

“North Kill Ink, Max speaking, how can I help ya?” A chipper voice answered and Dylan tried to picture what the person might look like. Hmm, redhead. Nose piercing, probably. Not a lot of ink but enough to be visible if you’re wearing a t-shirt.

“Yeah, uh, hey, man.” Dylan stammered a bit with filler words. Fuck, he didn’t really think this far ahead. “I’m, uh, looking to get my first tattoo. A friend recommended me your shop and an artist named Ryan?”

“Oh, sick!” Max laughed over the phone. “Glad we’re gonna pop your cherry. Er-, sorry, that was inappropriate.” But it made Dylan laugh and put him more at ease. “So, what I’ll do is set you up for a consultation appointment with Ryan first. You can come in, bring in any pictures or ideas or words you have in mind for your design. From there, he’ll work on a design. Show you some concepts and work back and forth, then you’ll give me a call back and we’ll set a date for the actual inking. All sound good?”

It was a lot of info, but Dylan was glad that Max was thorough with the process and there would be time to discuss and come up with ideas because Dylan had no goddamn idea what he was going to get put on his body forever. “Uh, yeah, that sounds great, man.”

“Awesome. Sooo, it looks like Ryan has 3 open on Thursday for a consultation appointment. That work for you?” Max asked.

“Yeah, that...that works for me. Thanks.”

“Great, we’ll see you then, man. If you have any questions, just give us a buzz.”

“Bye.”

“Peace.”

Holy shit. Dylan had just scheduled an appointment to discuss a tattoo in two fucking days. What the fuck? What the fuck!?

Dylan didn’t bother texting and just called Kaitlyn and busted into a deep laugh as she answered. “H-Holy shit, I’m...I’m gonna get a tattoo!”

“What? Oh my god, wait, hold on, I’m coming over!” He could hear Kaitlyn jumping into her car as he felt himself grow a little hysterical, but like, in a good way.

He was giddy and excited. He didn’t love his body, not right now. But maybe he could. Maybe one day he would be like that girl, so happy with herself and what she made herself to be that it brought tears to her eyes.

Yeah, right. Like he’d ever feel that way.

“Let me in, nerd!” Kaitlyn’s voice echoed through his phone, followed by knocking on his front door. He pulled it open with a lopsided smile and she ran in, picking up Schrodinger for cuddling before flopping on the couch. “What is this about a tattoo?”

“So, um...” Dylan then began on his journey to this point with Dr. Hill and the video and Abi’s recommendation. He felt a bit goofy, being so rash, but he also felt reassured that he wanted this.

“Dude, that’s awesome! So, what are you going to get? Like, just something that looks hot or something symbolic or...?” She and Schrodinger both looked up at Dylan expectantly from where he draped over the side of the couch.

“That’s...a good question. I dunno.”

“Dude, your appointment is in two days!”

“I know, I know, I just...didn’t think that far ahead. Hmm.” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Mentally, he knew he wanted it somewhere on his left arm. Something he could easily cover or show off, just to start because he had no idea what it was like having a tattoo and where it would be socially acceptable to show or not.

He thought deeply then. What made sense? Kaitlyn mentioned something hot or symbolic, but couldn’t it be both? What would Dylan want on his body forever? On his arm that no longer had a hand?

That accident, a lot of it was a blur either by necessity of protecting Dylan’s sanity he figured or because it just happened too fast for him to process into his long term memory.

But there were two things that stuck out to him besides the pain of the bear digging its teeth and claws into him. It was the sight of a full moon, which Dylan believed to be the last thing he would see as the beast mauled him to death. And then, the howl of a wolf in the distance.

The howl had been loud enough to snap Dylan out of his shock, to give him a bit more life and enough time to grab the bear spray that had fallen off of his person as his ushered to get his students to safety.

That wolf very much so saved Dylan’s life that night. And for that, he had been subconsciously grateful for it, indebted to it. And then he knew exactly what he wanted his tattoo to be of.

✒️

Kaitlyn had offered to accompany Dylan to his consultation appointment, but he felt like this was something he had to do on his own. Even though he said it with confidence, he stood outside of North Kill Ink with his right hand trembling a little.

“C’mon, man, just...fuck. Just go in.” He took in a deep breath and counted back from ten before he stepped inside. “Hey-hi.”

A redheaded man looked up from the counter and broke into a smile, a septum piercing glinting with the overhead light, a few tattoos visible here and there. “Hey, man!” Well, that voice sounded familiar. Dylan noticed how his pale eyes had flashed down to his left wrist for just a moment, before trailing back quickly to Dylan’s face. He was right on the money with what Max looked like. He was cute, but not Dylan’s type.

Ha, yeah, like someone like Dylan was allowed to even have a type.

“Hi, um, I have a consultation appointment with Ryan at 3.”

“Oh, sick, yeah, it’s your first time, right?” Max blurted and Dylan flustered then laughed. “Sorry, shit, that came out weird, uh...”

“No worries. It is my first time. Hopefully Ryan’s a hottie-” Dylan joked, before quite possibly the hottest man he had ever seen emerged from behind a curtain to the left of them.

He was a little shorter than Dylan, with cropped hair, gorgeous moles, a handsome face, and the most striking eyes. He had black gauges that stretched out his ears slightly, a piercing on his bottom lip, and was covered in gorgeous, intricate ink. “This my 3 o’clock?”

Holy fuck, that voice. Deep and strong and oh god, Dylan was so attracted to this man, it was pathetic. “Uh, yeah, Ryan, Dylan. Dylan, this is Ryan. This will be Dylan’s first tattoo, man.”

Ryan eyed Dylan with an unreadable expression and Dylan could feel himself subconsciously shrinking back. Despite being taller and larger than the other man, just having his attention directed at him made Dylan feel vulnerable in a strange, unknown way.

He didn’t hate it.

Ryan motioned for Dylan to follow him, which he gladly did. There was a back right corner booth and Ryan pulled closed the privacy curtain behind them. Ryan sat on a stool while Dylan sat on the tattoo chair, finding it far more comfortable than it looked.

“So, uh, like Max said, I’m Ryan.” That deep voice began and Dylan was entranced, hanging onto every word. His direct, yet patient way of communicating demanded all of Dylan’s attention and had him focused and at ease in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. “We’ll kinda just, have an open dialogue about what you want and are thinking. I’ll get some designs together after our meeting and email them to you. If you like any of them, Max’ll schedule a time for you to come in and get inked. If you don’t, I’ll refer you to another artist in the shop.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll love anything you give me.” Dylan couldn’t stop his mouth as he flirted very obviously for the first time in well over a year. He felt his face heat as a small, not-smile smile seemed to flash on the stoic artist’s calm face.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” Ryan hummed before he took out a notepad from a shelf behind him and flipped to a fresh page. “Alright, so, tell me what you’re thinking about in terms of design, placement, y’know.”

And then Dylan’s mouth ran like a faucet. He kept his own voice as steady and as calm as he could, but he sort of just...let it all out. The accident, Dylan’s desire to reclaim his body, the wolf he heard that night and why he desired to have one put on his body. How his life made so much sense, was so simple, and how it had been a weird sort of chaos after the accident.

Ryan never once gave any indication of disgust, fear, confusion, or judgement. He was patient, calm, and didn’t interrupt Dylan’s rambling. He simply nodded or scribbled notes down. “Is there anything else?” Ryan asked and Dylan froze.

“Fuck, shit, man I’m...I’m sorry. I’m rambling like I’m at my therapist’s office. Heh.” He laughed, running his solo hand over his face. Jeez, he was a mess.

“You don’t have to apologize, man. Seriously.” That sort of surprised Dylan. Nowadays he felt like he needed to apologize just for existing. “I’m going to be designing something and then marking you with it permanently. I want to know everything you’re willing to tell me about what you want and need from this.”

“Right.” Dylan nodded, having to look down and away from Ryan’s intense, soulful eyes. He swallowed nervously before looking back up at him, Ryan’s eyes still on him. “That makes sense. Um, but...I think I’ve poured enough of my emotional damage onto you.” He joked and was rewarded with that lovely not-smile smile once more.

“Got it.” Ryan hummed and Dylan felt really safe and understood. He didn’t know why, but he implicitly trusted Ryan and his talent.

They chatted a bit more before Dylan left, heart hammering in his chest over something besides a panic attack for once. He was giddy and nearly skipping back to his sedan and dished everything to Kaitlyn, and Jacob and Abi, who had both tagged along for their dinner date that day.

In the evening when he got home, he stepped into the basement and cleared off his exercise equipment of trash and clothes, before changing into shorts and a t-shirt. Schrodinger watched curiously as he lifted weights and ran on his treadmill for a little over an hour.

“Hey, sweetie!” He cooed at the cat as he felt sweat drip down his back, darkening the gray of his athleisure clothes. Dylan was super winded after his exercise, but he felt accomplished, good.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the need to glare at his reflection when he undressed to take a shower. Instead, he touched himself under the hot spray of water and gasped the tattoo artist’s name, the memory of his deep voice and patient gaze bringing Dylan to completion.

Well, fuck. Okay, maybe he was allowed a moment of weakness, but no way could he do that again. That, that wasn’t cool. But it felt good to get off, to be met with such tender kindness. It had been months since he had gotten up the energy to get himself off and even longer still since he had been laid.

So sue him, okay? He just hoped he could look Ryan in the eye when it came time for him to actually be inked.

✒️

Ryan emailed him the designs a week after their consultation appointment. He kinda wanted to ask the other guy to just text him the designs, because who really uses email nowadays? But, he figured if he had asked it would have just come off as some proposition. And if this was pre-accident Dylan, yeah, he probably would have not so subtly asked for Ryan’s number twice during the appointment.

Regardless, his heart skipped a beat when he opened his inbox to find an email from Ryan with four attached pictures. The first three were gorgeous, but there was something missing that Dylan couldn’t put his finger on. He decided to give the fourth one a look before emailing Ryan back and his breath got caught in his throat for a moment.

It was perfect. A bisected image of a wolf’s face, one half geometric, simple, straight forward with clear lines. The other half realistic, with organic lines, chaotic in the details of the fur, eye, and snout. It was like a representation of Dylan’s life before and after the bear attack.

He felt his eyes get damp. Ryan really understood him, didn’t he? Dylan quickly emailed him back and said that number four was definitely it, before he rung up North Kill Ink.

Conveniently, Ryan had had a cancellation for that upcoming Saturday evening at 5. Which meant Dylan could get his tattoo in just a few days. He accepted the appointment. Max listed off a number of ways to prepare for the appointment, including a strong recommendation that Dylan eat and hydrate before the appointment and that he would not be allowed to proceed with the tattoo if he came in intoxicated or under the influence of any drugs or medication.

“Aw, damn, there goes my Saturday morning plans!” Max laughed at Dylan’s joke. He found himself doing that more often, joking again. It felt good.

Just like the consultation, Kaitlyn offered to go with him, but Dylan really felt he needed to do this alone, for himself. And maybe he wanted to ogle Ryan in peace and quiet without Kaitlyn trying to poke or probe or, god forbid, try and wingwoman Dylan with someone he had no chance of ever getting with.

Dr. Hill had praised Dylan on his independence, his desire to take control and express himself in a manner he found healthy and productive. “If getting a tattoo does that, then so be it.” The therapist had emphasized. Dylan sorta left out details that he had the hots for the artist, too. Just, well, it didn’t seem important on the grand scheme of things.

He idly chatted with Max at the front while Ryan prepped his work area for Dylan. Once he was ready to bring him back, he motioned for Dylan to follow him and then he sat nervously in the tattoo chair, squirming a bit.

Ryan gave him that not-smile. “Easy, man. We gotta put the design on first. I’m not just gonna needle you raw.”

“You can do something else raw, if you want.” Dylan blurted out before he could think better of it and stared at Ryan in shock. “I-I’m sorry that was...”

“You’re hilarious.” Ryan chuckled and Dylan would store that soft, deep, warm sound somewhere deep in his chest forever. Dylan took off his hoodie and wore only a sleeveless tank top underneath. He figured that would be easier and no way was he like, comfortable to be shirtless right now. Especially in front of someone that exuded sexy like Ryan did.

He shaved Dylan’s upper arm firstly, hands gentle and careful as he cleared away and cleaned the skin, then laid the templated design. Ryan showed Dylan in a full body mirror so he could get a sense of placement.

Dylan smiled at his reflection, eyes trailing down the design that would soon be part of him. It was perfect. “Yeah, this is...this is great, dude.”

“Sweet.” Ryan settled him back down, positioned his arm in the chair in a way that was comfortable for Dylan, then began to show his equipment, opening a fresh needle, ink, and explained how all of it worked. “You ready?” Ryan asked and Dylan could hear the buzz of his equipment.

He could feel his own breathing growing more frequent, the anticipation of pain was slowly beginning to psych him up and not in a good way. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Dylan was taut and tense.

“Dylan.” Ryan’s voice was louder, firmer, and Dylan snapped his head over to look up at him. “I need you to relax for me, okay? I’m not going to start until you’re ready. I’m not gonna do that to you.”

“O-Okay...” Dylan nodded and sighed, taking a deep breath and allowing himself the space to calm down. To just be. He counted back from ten and sighed. “...okay, yeah, I’m ready. For real this time.”

“There you go. There’s my good boy.” Ryan said gently and oh fuck, that made something hot and molten boil inside of the pit of Dylan’s stomach. Yeah, he wanted to be Ryan’s good boy.

He was so taken aback from the tattoo artist’s words, he didn’t realize he had begun inking in Dylan’s tattoo until twenty seconds after the needle made contact with his skin. Dylan melted into it, though. It burned and ached, but it was a pleasant hum, the buzz of the machine, Ryan’s gentle ministrations as he wiped at any blood and excess ink, the distant metal music that thumped in the lobby of the shop.

Dylan felt so good in his body in that moment, lost in it all, in wonder that he could feel this way. He didn’t even register the hums, moans, and sighs he himself let out. Not until Ryan chuckled.

“Man, you’re taking this pretty well.” Ryan commented.

“Yeah, guess I am.” Dylan couldn’t stop the dreamy sound that laced his voice right now if he wanted to. The dull ache was grounding, but also sent his nerves alight, akin to some type of high. And yeah, maybe he was a little hard from it all. He was glad he had the foresight to lay his hoodie over his lap. “Losing a hand will give you a hell of a pain tolerance.”

“Or maybe you just like it.” Ryan teased back, eyeing Dylan in a way that went straight to his groin. Fuck.

“Maybe I do.” Dylan didn’t miss a beat. Was this...were they flirting? Dylan was so out of the game he might as well have been playing a different sport, but Ryan was definitely flirting with him, right?

About an hour and a half into the session, Ryan pulled back and gently ran a cool, clean towel over Dylan’s forehead. He hadn’t realized he had been sweating so much, so warm. “Wanna take a break?”

“I can keep going.”

“Yeah, wasn’t really a question. You’re doing good for me, but I think we should take a little break. Get you some water.” Ryan smiled and gently secured his equipment, before he came back with two ice cold bottles of water. One for Dylan and another for himself. “Wanna take a look at the ink so far?”

“Nah. I wanna see the finished product.” Dylan was thankful for the ice cold slide of the water down his parched throat. He swallowed hard, thinking of Ryan’s gentle words, his kind glances. “So...what got you into being a tattoo artist?”

And it was then Ryan’s turn to give Dylan his life story. He told him about his love for art and animation, how his mother disapproved despite being absent, how he ended up raising his little sister as basically a single father, but she was a freshman at college with good friends and a good head on her shoulders now so he figured he did okay. He told him about opening the shop with Max a few years back and never regretting it.

“Guess we’ve all got our trauma and dreams in life, huh?” Dylan smiled.

“It’s what makes us human, maybe?” Ryan responded in genuine reflection and Dylan was reassured in his words. Yeah, it did make them human, didn’t it? Reminded them they were alive, real, and worthy of...of existing and being. “You ready to finish this?”

“Yeah, man, finish me off.” Dylan waggled his eyebrows.

“Mmm, smooth.” Ryan smirked. Okay yeah, they were definitely flirting.

The settled back into the rhythm, Dylan enjoying the buzz and Ryan deep in concentration as he continued to fill in the design. The minutes ticked by in a comfortable silence, only broken when one of them felt inspired to talk to the other or ask a question, but it was chill. So chill. And Dylan was still kinda hard but that was okay, he wasn’t a mindless hornball teen. He could keep it in his pants.

“All done.” Ryan wiped down his arm a few more times, before he fetched a packet of information and a small jar of salve for the tattoo. He explained it all to Dylan and he drunk in the information as best he could, while still feeling a little high from the experience and enamored with his new ink. “Take your time heading out, I don’t have anymore appointments for the night.”

“Right, um...” Dylan cleared his throat and his eyes darted down at his own lap before looking back up at Ryan, flustered.

“It happens to some of us. Don’t worry about it.” Ryan said neutrally. “I’ll leave you alone to, uh, calm down.”

“Yeah, s-sounds good.” Ryan turned his back to him and Dylan’s chest ached. He didn’t want to say goodbye. He didn’t want it all to end, he wanted...he wanted something he couldn’t have.

“Uh, actually, um...I’ll leave you be in a second, but...” Dylan perked up at Ryan’s deep gravel of a voice, sounding a little uncertain, nervous even. “...I got tickets to this exhibit opening at the science museum next week and, well, I was gonna third wheel with Max and his girlfriend Laura, b-but I have a fourth ticket. If, um, if you didn’t have plans next-”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you to the exhibit opening.” Dylan’s throat felt tight as he stared up at Ryan disbelief.

“Cool, uh...” Ryan scribbled down his number and left Dylan with a quick, somewhat awkward goodbye. With all his ink, piercings, hot body and handsome face, Ryan was a bit of a dork, too, huh?

Dylan really liked that. And as he stared down at Ryan’s neat handwritten number and tried to will his dick to go down, he thought about how crazy this all was. And how much he owed Abi a drink or two dozen.

✒️

“I’m really nervous, you know, like. I really like this guy. But I’m still pretty messed up. But, like, I just told him everything. And he’s cool with it. Or, well, seems kinda cool with it. And he told me a lot about him.” Dylan shrugged from where he laid half lounged on the leather couch in Dr. Hill’s office. “I dunno if it’s even a date or he just had an extra ticket. And, well, I can’t stop staring at my tattoo, it’s so fucking sick!”

Dr. Hill gave him a smile and prompted him continue and Dylan rambled on about a science fair he wanted to host at the school once he was back. And, well, that was the first time he had actively discussed going back to teaching. And he thought, shit, maybe he would be ready to return. Maybe these six months, nearly two so far, would end up being for the better.

After his session with Dr. Hill, Dylan dialed up Kaitlyn for some serious 911 best friend help because he had no idea what to wear to his not-date with Ryan. He settled on a gray graphic t-shirt, slightly torn jean khakis, and charcoal slip-ons. The museum wasn’t fully air conditioned and it was a warm fall so far, so this seemed like a safe choice. He was surprised the khakis still fit since they were pretty old, but...maybe he hadn’t gotten as soft in the middle as he thought.

Ryan picked him up at 5 o’clock on the dot and his car was a sexy, classic black convertible. Apparently being a sex god tattoo artist paid well and Dylan was glad he went the extra mile and actually gelled his hair. Ryan was dressed in ripped black jeans, black boots, a black short sleeve shirt, and a sleeveless red flannel.

Damn, he looked amazing.

“You look amazing.” Ryan hummed, opening the passenger for Dylan and he could feel his face flush in response.

“Thank you.” Dylan nodded his head slowly before sliding into the sexy ride, grinning up at Ryan. “...you look pretty fucking good yourself.” Man, he could get addicted to that not-smile that Ryan gave in response.

The museum was pretty packed, but they found Max and Laura pretty quickly near the entrance. Quick introductions were given and they sort of naturally paired off to explore the new exhibit.

As a lover of science, Dylan found it fascinating. He wasn’t big on biology, but it filled him with wonder all the same. The exhibit was full of human bodies that at been donated to science and underwent the process of plastination. Circulatory systems, nervous systems, muscles, skeletons. All preserved perfectly to see the human body in a way that a person would never be able to see.

“Wow...” Dylan looked up at a fully preserved adult male’s muscular system, posed and primed to kick a soccer ball. “...that’s pretty fucking sick.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ryan offered and they stood in companionable silence, reading the labels, before he spoke up again. “Kinda cool to think, under all the scars, our skin, even ink and piercings...all the differences. We’re just all like this, dude, it’s...wild.”

“Well, we’re not all like this.” Dylan teased, flashing his handless wrist and heard a small gasp from behind him of another patron, but he paid it no mind. “Don’t see any of these bodies missing limbs, hmm?”

“Maybe there just hasn’t been anyone missing a limb that’s joined the exhibit program?” Ryan reasoned and Dylan knew it was perhaps a fair assessment. He wasn’t sure if he would be comfortable having his body displayed like this after he died, even for the valuable lessons it would tell.

“Or maybe no one wants to see freaks like me.” Dylan snorted, although he did feel a little emotionally bruised. Why did he put himself down like that? Dr. Hill explained to him why he should stop doing that and here he was blurting that shit out around someone he really liked and wanted to like him back.

“Hey, man, no, don’t...Dylan.” Ryan moved closer to him and bumped their shoulders together, giving him a not-smile, this one big enough to constitute a smile and Dylan can feel his own lips upturn in response.

“Yeah, well, would you date a guy with one hand?” He said flippantly.

“If tonight went well, yeah, I was hoping so.” Ryan didn’t hesitate to respond and then it clicked in Dylan’s head. This not-date was an actual date. Those not-smiles were totally smiles. And Ryan was into him, despite the fact Dylan had shared some of the worst parts of him with the other man, despite the fact he knew Dylan’s trauma. He still found Dylan worthy. And maybe Dylan was starting to find himself worthy, too.

His voice was caught in his throat but he reached his hand out and took Ryan’s and squeezed it tightly. “Fuck, that was so damn smooth.”

“I learned it from you.” Ryan teased in response and bumped their shoulders together again.

Ryan, then, did proceed to date a guy with one hand.

One date turned to two. Which turned to four. And suddenly they were texting every single day, multiple times a day, and they had been dating for a month. It was magical.

And Dylan was definitely in love even if it was way too early to throw out the ‘L’ word. Sure, he wouldn’t say it to Ryan for sometime, but he definitely felt it. Especially now, with Ryan sat on his couch in pajamas and petting Schrodinger, enraptured by a horror movie with an actor in it that they both agreed look a wee too much like Dylan, but it was kinda neat anyways.

As the credits rolled, Dylan leaned in a little closer, laying his head on Ryan’s shoulder and nuzzled him. “Mmm, it’s late.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“I don’t wanna go to sleep yet, though.”

“No?”

“No.” Dylan heard the tremor in his own voice, but it was quickly swallowed by Ryan taking his jaw into his hands and kissing him deeply. Dylan arched up against Ryan, who took control in the best of ways, who explored the cavern of his mouth with his pierced tongue that made a satisfying thump against the roof of his mouth. “I wanna take you up to my bed. I-Is that okay, man? I just...fuck, I know it’s kinda soon, but...”

“Hey.” Ryan said in that same patient, commanding voice that soothed Dylan before he got his tattoo. “Do you want this? Do you wanna make love?” And fuck, Ryan says the ‘L’ word first and Dylan’s heart is soaring as they press their foreheads together, sharing heat as they breath into each other’s mouths, drink each other in.

“Yeah, I wanna make love with you. More than anything.” Dylan nodded, flushed but reassured as he looked into Ryan’s intense gaze.

Ryan gave him a sexy little smirk. “There’s my good boy.”

“Oh, fuck.” Dylan panted and took Ryan’s hand, nearly dragging him upstairs and shutting his bedroom door quickly before the cat could follow them inside.

Ryan took the lead which Dylan was grateful for. He thought he’d be self conscious, he thought he’d be afraid to share his body with someone else again. But he wasn’t, not here with Ryan looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Not when Ryan kissed each scar on the left side of his body, then kissed the now healed wolf tattoo for good measure.

Dylan managed to fetch lube and condoms from his bedside table, both unopened and bought a week after he and Ryan had become official. He tossed them one after another to Ryan with a little waggle of his eyebrows, trying to ease some of the emotional tension and release he felt by showing himself fully to someone else.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, baby.” And Dylan didn’t disagree. He did feel gorgeous.

“And you’re so fucking hot, stud.” Dylan may have tried a little too hard with that and Ryan’s nose wrinkled cutely before he laughed.

“So, how you wanna do this?”

“I’m fine either way, but...” Dylan traced over Ryan, eyes widening at the hoop at the tip of Ryan’s length. “...I want this pretty pierced prick in me first.”

“Shit, how long you been working on that one?” Ryan grinned, opening the lube and beginning to slick his fingers.

“Since you told me it was pierced.” Yeah, it was pretty hot info that Ryan told him on the third date, but it paled in comparison to actually seeing it in person. He’d have to suck him off later, too. “Maybe I should let you pierce me.” Dylan said without thinking and there was a heat in Ryan’s eyes. He leaned over and ran a finger around one of Dylan’s nipples before giving it a tug, a silent promise for later.

Ryan kissed him all over, licked his inner thigh and length while stretching him open. One finger became two, became three, became Ryan’s length. And Dylan saw stars, saw the full moon and heard the howl that saved his life. It was euphoric, it was earth shattering as his toes curled and his hand clutched and clawed at Ryan’s back.

“I love you, I love you...” Fuck it being too soon, it was just right for them and Ryan echoed Dylan’s words, before giving him just that edge of pain he liked with marks bitten into his throat.

Fuck owing Abi a drink. He owed her shots for the rest of his natural life.

✒️

It was the final week of Dylan’s sabbatical and he was in a much better place than where he was when it first started.

“So, uh, I finished the proposal for Principal Hackett for the science fair. And I’m meeting with him and the substitute teacher next week.” Dylan was lounged with one leg over the arm of the leather couch, legs spread wide. Ryan had been nice and rough with him last night like he wanted and this was the most comfortable position for him to lounge about. Not that Dr. Hill had to know. Dylan was quite happy in that department of his life, thank you very much.

“How are you feeling about that?” Dr. Hill asked evenly.

“Good, uh, real good, actually. If he doesn’t think I’m ready to be back in the classroom, that’s fine. I still want to help host the science fair and...maybe teach a summer class or two if we think I’m ready by then. And, if he thinks I’m ready in the classroom, then, well. I’m ready for that, too. It’s like, I know what messes with my head and...and it still does. But I know how to manage it. How...how to feel in control of myself, my surroundings. I know how to feel more like me again.” Dylan hummed, looking up at the tan ceiling of the therapist’s office. “I have people that need me. And I wanna be there for them. And...and for myself.”

Dylan looked down at the wolf tattoo, marked into his skin forever and smiled. He already had some ideas in his head of how to make it into a sleeve that he knew Ryan would love.

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unicorn1397 · 1 year

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🌟 An breeze night🌟

It was a breeze night, the wind blowing in the wispy air, out there was a familiar red fellow wearing a red dino hat chilling on the cliff top were him and his best friend live. It was nice to laugh about this night he usually doesn't be out at night but hey, something was on his mind and he didn't wanted to be alone about it... So there he is getting up from the spot were he was, going back to were he live ' do you think he'll like like you back?' Laugh thought as he was just getting up and leaving off from the cliff top, ' nah, he's just a best friend....Right?' He's berm thought ing about it for days.... He was about to test that theory today, he walks back to his house, opens his door, walks in grabs the phone, then dials players number... It was quiet in the blueberry house as the 2 people inside was fallen fast asleep, until RING....RING....RING.....RING. Player shot up awake as the phone ranged, they sighed as they got up from the bed, sat up, then put their slepers on going walking across the room, then opening the door, they went downstairs just to answer their phone but questioning how the hell didn't there little brother heard that, they picked up the phone and said " Hello?", Not to long their best friend laugh answered the phone, " Heya pal, ik I'm calling u at night but I kinda need you here rn since I need to tell you something, so I can get it off my chest, okay?" As laugh said that, the player started thinking, ' what does he need to get off his chest again?' He thought that was oddly different since laugh sometimes, or never talk about serious topics, its, not like him at times, but player thoughts soon git snapped out of it after hearing an " hello?" From laugh. " Oh sorry for the long wait, or pause I was eating something, like a bag of chips." Player said as they pretend to make chip eating sounds by using an audio of a prank of lil bro with a bag of chip by their phone. They was always a bad lier, but laugh did belive it, for a secound, " but imma drop by k laugh????" Player said as they stood the recording audio, " okay, pal just don't be late k?" Laugh asked very seriously making the 😮‍💨 face while he's at it, " okay fine but I'll be there in a min at the spot, k gotcha" player laughed as he hung up the phone, ngl laugh, did laugh to at the lil funny joke but he ran as fast as he cand over to the spot, player then put their normal clothes on and ooen the door one more time beforr looking at there lil brother kissing their lil brother for head goodnight, and then, player walked out of the house closing the door behind them,, they ran to the spot seeing laugh there chilling, but a sudden auor came from him, as laugh was scared about telling them, despite being their best friend for years, he was also shy since he never told anyone his feelings before, " sit down" Laugh said as he gestured to the patch of grass beside him. Player sat down beside him and fidgeting with their fingers, " So what do u want to talk about hm?" Player said as he look at laugh in his ruby eyes, laugh looked back at players Weezer blue eyes, their eyes shine like diamonds in the night, he wonder why, " well I wanted to talk to you about, and it's been for years now, so I finally want to get it off my chest." laugh soon start fidgeting his hands, " wait so your going to propose to Deb and want me to be the groom????" Player asked confused, " what no, not yet at least, no time soon since i csnt afford it rn" Laugh said as he rubbed his neck, woah he never actually been this shy before, " Then what is it?" Player asked as he look at laugh confused plastered on their face. " I-I like you for a long time now, and wanted to confess to you about my feelings, how, also what they really meant, i-i love you player and I hope you cab accept me by now a-and please let me know if u don't feel the same way" Laugh said red in thr face as he look at Player, it was an awkward silence, but before laugh cod leave play responded back by saing, " Laugh, I like like you for a long time to now and for all the craziness that has been happening.

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dru-plays-starbound · 10 months

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Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts

Universe: Starbound CW: Swearing, deliberate tense switching Words: 3212 Context: Started for August's monthly prompt: "Home". Finished for the Woe, Cubes be Upon Ye Protectorate Event. Title is from The Poet at the Breakfast Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Concrit welcome. Or read on AO3 Tag list (ask for +/-): @jacquesfindswritingandadvice, @writeblrsupport

Somewhere, an alarm is chirping incessantly. Mio pulls the covers up, trying to drown out the sound. "Cadet." The voice has an electronic cadence, devoid of emotion. "Cadet, wake up. I calculate a 99% chance that you will be late if you don't get up now." Mio throws the covers back. "SAIL?" "No. This is your other automated assistant, LIAS." The delivery is almost deadpan. "Oh, very funny," Mio replies, equally deadpan. "You know, I regret ever installing that sarcasm module. Just my luck it was unstable…" The air is the first thing she notices – it's fresh and clear, devoid of the synthetic smell recycled air carries. The light is bright and warm, reflecting off light grey and orange walls. Mio nictitates. "SAIL, what day is it?" SAIL's audio crackles as it plays a snippet from an old movie, "Why, it's Christmas Day!" "Ocean Tides, SAIL!" Mio runs a hand over her face. "Mio, are you unwell? Did you somehow forget today is your graduation day?"

Mio fumbles out of bed and stares at the room. "I think I'm dreaming…" The sunset postcard and hula girl Lonny got from xir sister. Goldwall's maintenance manuals next to Chian's trashy romance novels next to Mio's textbooks. Xilli's turtle plush, Fabian's guitar… It's all exactly as Mio remembers, right down to Chian's clothes spilling out of the drawers. Mio pulls the turtle plush off its shelf, crushing it against her chest. She can feel the soft pile, feel it tickle the membranes of her hands. It even has the little worn spot on the top of its paw that they all rubbed for luck or anxiety. Mio finds herself thumbing it even now. This doesn't feel like a dream, and yet… "SAIL, what the fuck is going on?"

"Mio, I am concerned. I know you have been looking forward to graduation day; however, I recommend you forgo the ceremony and instead get checked out by the medical team." "I feel fine, SAIL. I'm just…" Already the lines are blurring. "I'm confused. I had a dream? The craziest dream. The Protectorate was gone, the Earth was destroyed… I met Grand Protector Bright, and she had me collecting these relics…" Mio shakes her head. "Your vitals seem normal," SAIL says, though its tone is reluctant. "If you are to make Graduation, you must hurry." "Right." So Mio shakes off the remnants of her confusion and hurries. Bathroom ablutions are done in haste, her uniform – perfect from where it was laid out the night before – is donned, and she grabs a slice of cold toast Xilli has left out for her, chewing as she rushes through the halls.

Lonny is the first to see her. Xe waves and laughs as Mio is hustled in with her group. They may be Dorm B, but their outstanding performance means they graduate first. As a diplomat, Mio is their team leader and is hustled right to the front of the queue. "Anxious. Hurry, Mio. The ceremony is about to start," Goldwall says, nudging her through. "Why isss Mio sso late?" Chian hisses as Mio passes. "I had a bizarre dream. SAIL was this close to shocking me awake." Xilli clacks her beak. "Tell us about it later. Did you manage to eat something?" "Yes. I found the toast, thank you!" Xilli nuzzles Mio's fronds. "Someone's got to take care of our Captain." "Not Captain!" Fabian chuckles, his eyes dancing. "Not yet." Because they all know it's coming, Mio thinks as she stands proud at the front of the line, straightening her uniform. The six of them will be deployed to join an existing crew, and in a few years they'll get their own ship, and then she'll be Captain.

There's applause as Grand Protector Portia steps up to the podium and begins her speech. A sense of déjà vue floods over Mio, like she's heard these words before. "Today, in the name of peace," Portia is saying. Mio's stomach clenches, dread and fear rising. She shakes her head. "You okay?" Fabian whispers into her ear. "I feel strange," Mio whispers back. Fabian squeezes her shoulder. "It's just-" he starts, but a rumble interrupts him. "Huh?" Mio moves instinctively, like she's done this dance before. She spins, shoving Fabian hard. A chunk of concrete drops from the ceiling between them. "Mio!" "Run!" she screams back.

There is nowhere to go but the stage. Mio's running, scooping the Matter Manipulator up, even as Portia, wrapped in the huge tentacle of some giant beast, is shouting at her to run. She's chased down the corridors by screams and the noise of ripping infrastructure, and arrives on the shuttle pad as smaller tentacles worm their way through the building towards her.

SAIL guides her to a waiting hylotl ship, something she can reliably pilot, and she shoves the AI into the ship's waiting port. As Mio runs the start-up procedures, she can't help but wish Lonny was here next to her. Xe's a far better pilot than she is. Her heart twists. She left her crew. Her family. Her love. "Cadet, I have released the shuttle and plotted a route away from the planet. You may launch." Mio's hand wavers. "Mio. Launch." She hits the ignition, and they rise through the atmosphere. "Engaging FTL… Now!" In her haste, Mio has forgotten her seatbelt. She's slammed back into her seat, then forward. Her head hits the console, and everything goes dark.

–

Mio wakes with a start, jerking upright, and leaping away from a bed. "SAIL?" she calls, voice tight with panic "Good morning," comes the AI's modulated voice. "Where are we?" "Mio?" SAIL sounds worried. "You are in your dormitory at the Terrene Protectorate Academy." "But we-" Mio turns frantically. Golden light reflects off orange and white walls. "There was-" She pulls the turtle plush down from the shelf, crushing it against her chest and thumbing at the bare spot on its paw. "What the fuck?" "You were dreaming, Mio," SAIL says. "I was just about to wake you. If you do not hurry, you'll be late for your graduation." "The graduation!" Mio's eyes widen. "Tides, I have to warn them! Where's Grand Protector Portia?" "She's currently in her quarters. Mio, what are you talking about?" The turtle plush is thrown onto Xilli's bed as Mio runs out of the room, still in her PJs. "Get Fabian on comms. Tell him to grab the crew and our families and get to a shuttle now." "Mio, I understand the last term has been stressful for you-" "Damnit, SAIL! Just do it!"

Mio slides to a halt in front of the Grand Protector's quarters. Taking a breath, she straightens her pyjama top. From within comes Portia's muffled voice, "For over 500 years, we have stood honourably… No, no. We have stood proud…" Mio rings the bell, and the door hisses open. "Blast, is it time already?" Portia asks. Her white hair is neatly swept back, and her ceremonial uniform is missing the golden epaulettes. She's mistaken Mio for her escort. "Ma'am, no. I'm not here to take you to the ceremony. I'm here to take you to safety." "I beg your pardon?" "My name is Mio. I'm a final-year cadet. This will sound crazy, I'm sure, and I can't explain how I know, but we're going to be attacked." Mio swallows. "You'll say 'we welcome our newest compatriots, and present each of them with our greatest tool' and then a giant tentacle will kill you. Please, I must get you to safety." Portia waits for a second, then laughs. "I commend you, Cadet Mio. Usually, the pranks are after the ceremony. I think this is one for the history books." "Ma'am, please. This isn't a prank. Earth is going to be destroyed. I'm trying to warn you!" Portia gives Mio an indulgent smile. "Listen, Cadet. This is one of the more unique and inventive stories I've been given in my tenure as Grand Protector, so I applaud you for that. But I need to finish getting ready. Come and find me afterwards, eh?" Portia turns away, but Mio sticks her foot in the door. She knows she's not being very diplomatic, but the panic for what's going to happen seems to have robbed her good sense. "Ma'am," Mio says firmly. "There's not going to be an after if we don't act now!" "That's enough, Cadet." Portia has a shock weapon in her hand. Mio can already anticipate what's going to happen but knows she still has to try. She takes a step into the Grand Protector's quarters. "Ma'am, please-" Mio's whole body locks up, muscles frozen from the electrical discharge Portia's just struck her with. Mio hits the ground, and everything goes dark.

–

"Cadet. Cadet, wake up." Mio lies in the bed for a moment longer, ignoring the alarm, ignoring SAIL's prodding to rise. Her gaze flits over her surrounds – orange walls, warm sunlight, yellow bedspread – and she sighs. "Hush, SAIL. I'm getting up," Mio says. Mio dresses, eats both slices of the cold toast, and rubs the turtle plush's paw. "It is quite impressive that you can remain so serene when you are running so late. Well done you," SAIL says. Mio says nothing in response, only gives a grim little smile as she exits the dormitory.

"Mio, where are you going?" SAIL says. "The main hall is in the other direction." "I know. Please get Fabian on comms. Tell him to round up the crew and our families, and get them to a shuttle immediately." Mio runs a fond hand over the orange panelling. "Tell him I'm sorry, I won't be joining them." "The message has been sent. Mio, I am concerned. It is unlike you to behave so irrationally." Mio stops at a door, and prises off the keypad's face, fiddling with its innards as Chian taught her. "If something happens once, that's a fluke," she says to SAIL, as she works on the lock mechanism. "If it happens a second time, it's a coincidence. But once something happens a third time, it's a pattern. Agreed?" "Agreed," comes SAIL's cautious assessment. "Then I'm stuck in some kind of time loop. In just under an hour, an eldritch creature is going to obliterate Earth. I don't know why or how this is happening to me, but I've got a chance to stop the beast, so I'm going to take it."

The door hisses open and lights flicker on as Mio walks into a room filled with stacks of weapons and munitions. She walks directly to a cage in the back and picks the lock. "Mio, are you sure you didn't just have a dream?" Mio snorts as she finds what she's looking for – a monstrosity in black and shiny grey. "Yes, SAIL, I had a dream. My dream was to graduate with my friends. To go to the afterparty and introduce my girlfriend to my parents. To have my mother be proud of me. "My dream was to go into space with the people I've spent the last four years training with, to lead them to bold new horizons and share their adventures. "Instead, I end up stranded, Tides' knows where, on a dead ship, all alone. My home, destroyed. Everyone I cared about, murdered. I had to claw my life back, block by block." Mio shoulders the rocket launcher. "The Ruin destroyed my dream. The fuck am I letting it happen again."

It takes longer than Mio would like to get up to the hatch beside the Hall's dome, and many strange looks, but she pulls on the harness, hooks herself onto the safety rail, and starts the climb. The dome is the highest place on the Academy campus. She only knows how to get up here because Whip brought her one morning to watch the sunrise. It had been magical – the golden sunlight glittering off the Thames, turning it into a ribbon of molten gold, and Whip's warm arm around her, protecting her from the wind. The city, unblemished, spreads out before her now, as Mio sets up the rocket launcher. There're no strong, warm arms this time to protect her from the racing wind, and she has to brace herself against the safety rail. SAIL has long since stopped complaining; she can only hope it hasn't sent for Security forces.

The Ruin appears in the blink of an eye. One moment all is serene – the next, the sky is filled with smoke, debris and banded purple tentacles. Through the darkness, Mio sees the glint of something vast and yellow. She aims and fires the rocket launcher. There is an unholy screech. Thick tentacles reach out for her, but she fires again, blasting them apart. The dome shakes. Mio loses her footing. She drops the Ex Machina and watches it skitter away. Something strikes her back. Mio feels the taut safety line snap, and she's plunging towards the edge of the dome. She falls, and everything goes black.

–

An alarm chirps. "Cadet-" "Fuck off, SAIL," Mio says, rolling over. "I'm sick."

An hour later, the building shakes. Mio is knocked out of bed. Goldwall's toolbox falls off a shelf and hits her on the head. Everything goes dark.

–

"Cadet-" "I had a dream that told me not to graduate today," Mio tells SAIL before it can get any further chivvying her awake. She dresses, eats her toast, and tidies the dormitory. As she's putting Chian's clothes away, Mio smiles, thinking of Freya's tendency to drop her clothes wherever.

Mio takes her time strolling down the corridor, chatting to the graduate students. She fixes the vending machine using a trick Nobu taught her, helps the janitor clear the walkway of blossoms – not unlike sweeping flour from Sparkfoot's galley – and sits under the tree, listening to the second-year recite poetry that reminds her of Sakura's. Mio stays on the bench after the second-year leaves, admiring the view and thinking that Kata would like the wind chimes. Then the beast comes. The tree is uprooted, and a falling branch knocks her unconscious.

–

The alarm that woke her was the warning blare of defective machinery. Rather than 'Cadet', SAIL was crying, "Captain! Captain!" The air that greeted her nose was stale, her vision wavering and tinted green as she stared through the darkness at the orange shape flitting distantly. Mio twisted, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. Another flicker, white this time, and closer too. "She's waking up! Get her out of there!" "The mechanism's bust. We'll need to get her out manually." The voices were muted, as if coming through thick glass, or water. Mio nictitated. She pressed her hands against a wall of glass. A tank? Why, by the Ocean Tides, was she in a tank? "Guys!" "I'll do it." Another figure resolved out of the wavering darkness, unmistakably a hylotl by their cyan and lavender markings. Their webbed hands and feet clung to the outside of the tank as they climbed it. Metal reverberated against metal, making the tank shake. Mio gripped the walls, fearful of ending up crushed and cut. But the tank didn't fall. The top was removed, and the other hylotl slid in with her. «Leader,» said the hylotl. Mio nictitated. It had been so long since she'd heard the underwater language, that she struggled to understand them for a moment. «What this?» Mio asked. «Rescue.» The hylotl smiled, achingly familiar. Mio was sure she knew this one, but like spume in a storm, their name escaped her. «Hold still. Many points to remove.» «Points?» The hylotl reached up to her head and pulled something off Mio's scalp. Mio screamed, the tank fluid filling with bubbles as she fought to get away from the searing pain. «Leader, leader, wait,» the other tried to soothe. «No! Pain! Pain!» The other launched themself up, leaning over the top of the tank. "Fife, do you have something that can help?" "Try this." The one in white hands a tube of something to the other. "It's a cream that should make the electrodes come off easier."

Mio's mind whirled as the other hylotl massaged the cream into her fronds, lifting the electrodes from her skull. Fife… Fife is a medic. Fife is her medic. The orange blob resolved itself into the form of an avian… Xictli, Mio's second in command. That makes the hylotl… «Youko.» It's not possible to whisper underwater, so zir attention was on her instantly. «Yes?» Mio nictitated. «Nothing. Continue.» As ze went back to the business of freeing Mio from whatever contraption she'd fallen into, Mio can't help but feel a fluttering in her chest. This is her crew. Her family. They came to rescue her, to take her back to her ship, which she captains. Mio put a hand to her head. Her memories are all so jumbled.

Finally, Youko was done. Ze helped her from the tank and into Xictli and Fife's waiting arms. "What happened?" Mio asked as Fife looked her over. "Your last reported position was just outside this facility." SAIL's words were perfunctory, but its tone was fretful. "You declared your intent to investigate an abandoned apex research facility and shortly afterwards your comms died. I waited three hours, planet time, per our standard procedure, then alerted the crew to your disappearance." "When we arrived," Xictli said, "the place was not as abandoned as expected. We can only surmise you were taken by surprise, captured, and put in this… contraption. I'm sorry it took us so long to find you." "How long?" "A few days." "I can see your vitals are stable," SAIL said, "and aside from some malnutrition, you have no outward signs of injury. Doctor, do you concur?" "I'll do a full diagnostic back on the ship," Fife said. "But from initial evidence, I concur. How do you feel?" Mio opened her mouth, then shut it again and shook her head. "That's fine," Fife said. "It's alright to be confused. I can't imagine what they were doing to you." Yon smiled gently. "Let's get you back home." Mio recoiled. "What?" "To… to the ship?" Fife frowned and glanced at Xictli. "I'm going to need a full workup on what that machine was doing." Xictli ground her beak, hands curling into fists. "I'll bring a team back down after the Captain is safe." Mio closed her eyes briefly. "The base is Miniknog. It's thought reassignment R&D. What-" Her voice stuck in her throat. "What was the programme set to?" Xictli and Youko shared a look. "To assess the subject's perception of 'Home'," Xictli said. Mio nictitated rapidly, flaring her gills. "Of course it fucking was," she said with a choked laugh.

As they rose through the floors of the underground lab, Mio watched her team work on her extraction. They might not be the crew she thought she'd have, and they may not have been the ones she wanted. Nonetheless, they were her crew, the ones she'd chosen, bit by bit. She cared for them – shared their adventures, their triumphs and tribulations. They had, she realised, become as much of a family as her first crew; and her ship as much of a home as the Terrene Protectorate.

#starbound #writing #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #sbprompts23 #theprotectorate23 #wandering words #concrit welcome #Tense switching is *hard*. I'm sure I've screwed up along the way XD #This doesn't feel like one of my better works but maybe I'm just hitting that one curve?#The taste vs ability one. Thus all thoughts welcome #oc mio #mio's crew

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harginger · 2 years

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POOKIE BEAR — Arataki Itto

Itto streams with his friends late into the night. When you text him, sweet and loving and funny as always, what would he do except respond?

Wrong choice.

⚠️ WARNINGS — explicit fem reader, use of term girlfriend, one mention of suicide (as a joke/offhanded response), sex jokes + 1 itto milf joke. thats it i tjink?

📧 AUTHOR NOTE — i wrote this in one sitting and then came back to edit like 2 hrs later so this is not very thoroughly proofread. this is dedicated to my bff luci who is itto gf real confirmed (i cant tag them cuz idk their tumblr😭)

🖊 WORD COUNT — 1.0K WDS

On any given TITZ stream, there’s always something going wrong. Thoma’s green screen falls, Zhongli’s mic breaks so badly it sounds like a historical artifact, Childe makes too many sex jokes and falls out of his chair miming penetration… nothing is ever smooth sailing. Itto is well aware of this fact, and regularly contributes to the chaos in every way possible, whether it be screaming like a little girl when the rat gets him in Cheese Escape, conducting Pavlovian mind experiments on Childe, all the way to doing full glam makeup looks on Thoma in the dead of night.

He never thought it’d be unintentionally.

It’s 3:47 AM, and the group is in a lull, scrolling on their phones and occasionally sharing some random thing they found on their Twitter timelines. Thoma’s started playing the full Hannah Montana discography in an attempt to start a digital rave, Childe is playing chess with an online bot (subsequently raging every time he loses), and Zhongli is crocheting while trying to give him pointers.

“Rook to E4.”

“No.” He moves his queen to the other side of the board, which instantly gets trapped by the opposing bishop. A whine escapes his lips as he slams his desk in agony, groaning and rocking back and forth like he’s just experienced the greatest tragedy of his lifetime.

“I told you so.”

As Ordinary Girl comes to a close, He Could Be The One blares through Thoma’s computer, and he shoots out of his chair to dance, encouraging the others to join. They all sit and watch as he breaks into a sad excuse for a disco boogie that looks more like an eighty-nine year old man with scoliosis trying to pick apples. Itto looks down to his phone and smiles, staring at a message from none other than you.

You, his old girlfriend from college. You, who made him feel the happiest he’s ever been. You, who parted ways with him after graduation and you, who started going out with him again after you met in the heart of Inazuma by chance.

You, who makes his cheeks flush red and his smile reach his ears as he opens your contact. It’s not much, but it’s enough to make Thoma’s retirement home moves fade from his mind.

YN!!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ITTo do u wanan do something tmrw❓

SIGMA ITTO😈

YES PELASE WHER DOBU WANNA GO‼️

YN!!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

OK SO theres this traveling exhibition at the museum in inazuma city abt like history of teyvat in art. and i kinda wanted to go. SO if ur interested i can send u the link for tickets❣️⁉️

SIGMA ITTO😈

OF COURSE PLZ SEND

“Itto? Itto? Itto…?”

“Huh? Oh. Hi. Hey there.”

“Why are you grinning maniacally at your phone?”

He flushes and stammers for an answer. “Umm, I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and saw a photo of your mom in a bathing suit. LOL.”

Childe scratches his head. “My mom has Facebook?”

“Yup. She friended me right back as soon as I requested, little boy. I’m about to be your stepfather…” he trails off, watching as his phone buzzes to life with an audio message from you. “Oh em gee. Oh my god. Your mom just DMed me back. Hold on, I gotta look at this.” Itto’s scrambling for a way to excuse how he shoves his headphones off and clicks rapidly for the mute button, turning his back to the camera as he listens to your voice ring through the speaker, throwing out some gross cheesy pick-up line with a million kissing noises that, horrifyingly so, make his heart flutter.

With surprising speed, he lifts the microphone to his mouth to respond with an equally corny voice message back. “I’ll see you there shnookums, my little pookie bear, my sugarplum pumpkin cupcake princess.” A loud string of cartoon kisses follow and a slight laugh escapes him at the thought of you listening to his antics. He’s smitten. Wholly, entirely, truly consumed by this stupid little crush on you. Is it even a crush anymore, if you reciprocate? It doesn’t matter. He’s here in the middle of the night, smiling like an idiot at the sound of only your voice. Nothing else can explain why he’s acting like a lovesick teenager again, just like when he first met you at freshmen orientation for new LHU students. Your laugh, your smile, the way you looked at him like he was the only other person in the universe. Not looked — look. He’s lucky enough to have you and your loving gazes back.

After Itto clicks send, he leans his head back in his chair with his stupid smirk still on his face, the idea of you laughing at his dumb response running through his mind. The complete radio silence from his friends makes him pause, though. Before, he could hear the faint resonation of The Best of Both Worlds through his discarded headphones, but now it’s like there’s no one there. And his chat is racing at a million miles an hour.

His spine tingles like someone poured cold water on him, slowly putting his headphones back on and switching to Discord to see the shocked faces of his friends staring back at him. Minus Zhongli, who’s still knitting his blanket.

“You seemed a little enthusiastic talking to my mom, huh, Itto?” Childe teases, his jaw half open in shock.

“Who was that? Please? Itto? You can tell me. We’ve been friends since forever. Please.” Thoma’s doing a stupid pouty face at the camera, trying to force his eyes to water for dramatic effect like the dumb emoji he always sees on Twitter.

He feels like killing himself on live. Burying his face in his hands, he mutters out your name so faintly he’s sure none of them will hear. But Zhongli does, and he repeats it to the other two, whose faces light up as they make random animalistic noises. They were there for the entirety of your relationship, but still. It’s embarrassing. Totally not like he cried to them for days when you broke up after graduation, what with him going back to Inazuma and you off to your next big job offer all the way in Fontaine.

“Itto, why didn’t you tell us? We’re your BFFs. Forever and ever and ever. Five-ever. I’m hurt.” Childe whines into his mic, still elated at the idea of him getting back with his university lover.

“Because I knew you guys would do this…”

Thoma grins as he leans in close. “Can you give us more info on your date with your ‘sugarplum pumpkin cupcake princess’?”

Itto hangs up in a flurry of laughter and embarrassment.

#📧 ↣ writing #genshin impact #genshin #genshinimpact #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto #arataki itto #genshin x reader #titz #genshin impact x reader

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wonieleles · 1 year

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— GET TO KNOW ME !

thanks for tag bestie @hanniluvi 🫶🫶

NOTE. for anyone who’s planning on doing this there’s a birthday question but skipped it

FAV COLOR? — blue (ik basic but yea)

ANY PETS? — i have chickens ig?

HEIGHT? — 741901 ft tall 🤗🤗

HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU HAVE? — i think maybe 5 or so? i’m not entirely sure cause i have a lot of shoes that i don’t really wear anymore

FAV SONG? — i can’t really think of one tbh 😭😭 so i’ll go with the one spotify gave me which is honey by big time rush !! but like sure thing (sped up ver) like the tiktok audio has been stuck in my head lately

FAV MOVIE? — probably crazy rich asians but i love a lot of movies

IDEAL PARTNER? — short ver a christian (preferably chinese) guy who understands me and makes me feel loved. who’s also funny, intelligent, and caring. and also has a good relationship with their family and similar interests as me. basically someone who complements me (no i don’t mean compliment).

DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? — i love kids cause they’re so cute so definitely in the future but i will definitely have to see whether or not i’m financially capable of taking care of them before deciding

HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW? — i don’t even go out that much and have strict asian christian immigrant parents so no i’d probably get killed if i did 😭😭 but also it’s not something i would do even if my parents didn’t care and i hope you guys are like that too

WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING? — i’m not wearing socks rn …

FAV MUSIC GENRE? — hmm ig kpop/pop i mean i like rnb as well tho

HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH? — one for my head and sometimes a second one to hug

WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN? — side. i alternate every night but i usually don’t sleep in any other position cause sleep paralysis

SOMETHING YOU HATE WHEN SLEEPING? — um ig loud people or sounds in general. i usually don’t wake up from them but when i’m trying to fall asleep it’s hard to. OH and also i hate when it’s cold like i have to make sure i’m warm when i sleep but i refuse to wear socks so more blankets usually or a jacket

BREAKFAST? — usually i eat whatever’s quick and can be on the go so like granola bars, bread, doughnuts, etc. but if i’m not in a rush or going out anywhere i might eat cereal or eggs and sausages (but usually i wake up too late for breakfast those days anyways)

HAVE YOU TRIED ARCHERY? — yes i have !! my summer camp used to have an archery range so i played then but i wasn’t v good …

FAV FRUIT? — it’s a tie between mangoes, apples, asian pears, and strawberries

ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? — i think? i feel like i’m good at lying if i really wanted to but most of the time i want the other person to know cause i feel guilty so i hint at it being a lie or just tell them straight up

WHAT IS YOUR MBTI? — istj ! i took the 16personalities test quite a few times and it gave me each time but then i took the sakinorva and keys2cognition ones to double check cause i bear 16personalities is inaccurate. and i still got the same result so yea 😁😁 i also agree with it cause i feel like i relate to it a lot

INDOOR OR OUTDOOR PERSON? — indoors for sure it always feels so draining to go out 😭😭

LEFTY OR RIGHTY? — righty if you’re referring to hands otherwise i’m a lefty

FAV FOOD? — the vietnamese shrimp spring rolls 😋

FAV FOREIGN FOOD? — umm tteokbokki or tonkatsu

CLEAN OR MESSY? — i feel like it depends cause when the place is already messy i can’t bring myself to clean it but it’s already clean i try my best to maintain it

MOST USED PHRASE? — “ain’t no way”

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GET READY? — usually around 30 mins unless if i’m trying to look pretty or get distracted while getting ready then it’ll take about 1 hour

DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? — yes ofc who doesn’t love pretending to be a youtuber 😋😋 but also i usually talk to myself as i’m thinking like i answer my own questions kind of thing

DO YOU SING TO YOURSELF? — obviously i’m gonna sing even when there’s nobody around like do you not?

BIGGEST FEAR? — either failure or being forgotten they’re both pretty up there

DO YOU GOSSIP? — yes it’s entertaining i can’t lie 😭

DO YOU LIKE SHORT OR LONG HAIR? — long just cause i feel like i can do more with it like hairstyles

FAV SCHOOL SUBJECT? — MATH i love math 🫶🫶

EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? — i like to think i’m an introvert but maybe i’m just a shy extrovert cause social interactions with friends can be fun sometimes but i do need alone time so idk anymore

WHAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS? — um social interactions with strangers or like popular kids omg they’re so judgmental i feel ALSO SCHOOL PRESENTATIONS LIKE PLEASE NO and tests cause i always feel like i won’t do well

WHO WAS YOUR FIRST REAL CRUSH? — honestly idk if i had one yet i think i tend to either like people cause of the idea of them or because they liked me first

HOW MANY PIERCINGS? — two !! one on each ear

HOW MANY TATTOOS? — i don’t have any and i probably won’t get any later on

HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN? — not fast enough. i’m like painfully slow

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HAIR? — dark brown with grown out blond highlights (?) i had the silver peekaboo hair but it’s grown out and faded idk how to explain it

WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? — dark brown

WHAT MAKES YOUR ANGRY? — a lot of things but probably when people lie to/hide things from me about something big or when they don’t do something they promised

DO YOU LIKE YOUR NAME? — yes i feel like it fits me really well

DO YOU WANT A BOY OR GIRL IF YOU HAD A CHILD? — girl for sure i’d be able to give them my jewelry and purses and everything and like mother daughter dates

WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS? — i’m able to think pretty logically and i think i’m good at giving advice. i’m also pretty observant and analytical

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES? — i tend to doubt myself and my abilities a lot. i also think v negatively

WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR BED SHEETS? — white with blue stripes

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BEDROOM? — purple but like it’s close to blue and it’s kinda of a light shade

tagging: anyone who wants to do it !!

#this took so long 😭😭#🏷: tag games

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Vol.2 Chapter of the First Quarter [TRACK 2]

Original title: 月食の予感

Source: Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE Vol. 1 Chapter of the First Quarter

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke & Takashi Kondou

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Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4

Track 2: Premonition of the Lunar Eclipse

The scene starts in the limousine.

Kanato: Pwaah…

*Rustle*

Kanato: I cannot believe all of you were having so much fun while I was still sound asleep…You should have woken me up…

Reiji: I fail to understand the ‘fun’ part about what we just discussed…

Ayato: Well, it was pretty funny to see Chichinashi piss her pants over some Wolves…

Laito: Exactly. Maybe she has gotten used to living with us, but as of late, she hasn't been getting scared at all no matter what we say or do.

Kanato: My thoughts exactly. I also…Fufu…Fufufu…would have loved to join in on the fun of seeing you tremble with fear.

Subaru: Even though your faces don’t look anythin’ alike…I guess the three of you truly are triplets, huh?

Shuu: Ridiculous…I can’t believe I’m repeatedly being woken up over this bullshit. Pwaah…I’m sleepy.

Kanato: By the way, Shuu, did you happen to head out last night? I believe I saw you leave the manor.

Shuu: Yeah…I had some minor business to take care of.

Reiji: Did Father say anything of importance?

Laito: Did he spout his usual nonsense?

Shuu: You sound very excited about it, Laito. Why don’t you go in my place next time?

Laito: Nfu~ I will kindly decline your offer. I believe the honor of being able to go meet that guy every now and then goes to you, the eldest son.

Ayato: Did the Old Man have somethin’ to complain ‘bout again? Is it the South Pole this time? Or maybe the moon?

Shuu: Well…I doubt I’d have to deliver this message if we could just go to the moon’s surface…The lunar eclipse has begun in the Demon World, you see.

Kanato: Guess we’ll have to go through that struggle again…

Laito: How many decades has it been? Hmー It feels so long ago, I can barely remember, but I do recall that it was a time with much turmoil.

You seem curious.

Ayato: What’s that, Chichinashi? The lunar eclipse in the Demon World is…Ahー I mean, it’s pretty straightforward. We’ve got a moon and a sun in the Demon World as well. So lunar and solar eclipses happen every once in a while too.

Reiji: Well, that being said, the perception of the sun and moon, as well as the cycle of each period, are vastly different from the human world. In short, the duration of the lunar eclipse is nowhere near the same as it is over here either.

You ask for more information.

Shuu: …Aah? You want to know what kind of trouble it brings along? God…Why are you such a troublesome woman? It’s exactly what you think it’d be. A bunch of unusual, annoying stuff happening.

Kanato: What was it last time? I vaguely recall something bad happening and then one thing led to another…And we were ultimately locked up inside the castle.

Laito: That woman made a huge deal out of it, did she not? She hated having her freedom restrained more than anything after all.

Ayato: Aah, I remember now. That hysteric Old Hag was beyond anyone’s control.

Reiji: So that is what happened…I was staying at the other house at that time, so I had no idea. However, it is rather odd…

Ayato: Hm? What is?

Reiji: Vampires are easily influenced by the moon by nature. So during the lunar eclipse when the moon is slowly being chipped away at, it is not uncommon for them to act out of character or do something unexpected. However, it appears to be that Cordelia-sama was still her same old self. (1)

Laito: The last time we were still children so we didn’t really pay attention to it, but now that I think back to it…

*Rustle*

Kanato: She was no different from usual.

Shuu: Well, I’m sure she was just an exception to the rule. Besides, it’s possible that we simply didn’t realize because she already acted like a freak on a regular basis.

Kanato: Shuu…I’d appreciate it if you would not talk badly of Mother.

Shuu: Excuse me? Funny coming from the guy who played a part in her death.

Laito: To us Vampires, killing someone is the ultimate proof of one’s love for them. No~?

Subaru: Ahーah…Fuck off. This’ll only make things more complicated so you guys should just shut up already.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Anyway, Shuu. So the only thing the shitty Old Man wanted was to give you a warnin’ ‘bout the upcomin’ lunar eclipse?

Shuu: Well, yeah. Also, he said that the eclipse would be somewhat different from usual this time around.

You mention that an eclipse is coming in the human world as well.

Shuu: Exactly. It just so happens that the eclipse in the Demon World will partially overlap with the one here in the human world.

Subaru: So is there anythin’ we should do?

Shuu: Beats me. Well, he went on to explain a bunch of things, but in the end it was mostly just a warning.

Subaru: That’s all!?

Shuu: His irrational fear of the lunar eclipse has me puzzled. Honestly, it’s honestly scary how he seems to be so terrified of it.

Reiji: Father must have had some sort of premonition.

Ayato: And what would that be?

Laito: Right. I don’t really understand, so I feel like he might just be scheming something instead.

Kanato: Last time he went on about ‘bad people’ being set free, right?

Subaru: Bad people…? Hah! I can’t believe there’s a bigger evil than us out there.

You warn them.

Shuu: Aah…? ‘Be careful’? It feels kind of odd having you tell us that. Well, if we’re talking about being cautious, I think you should be the one keeping your guard up. The chances of something happening to you are much higher after all.

Laito: Yup, exactly~ Knowing Bitch-chan, she might just attract some random guy and get herself duped~

Ayato: You seem pretty happy about that.

Laito: Nfu~ Not at all! I’m super duper worried, you see? Despite what you may believe~

Kanato: Being the idiot and slowpoke she is, I would not put it past her. …Regardless, when something bad actually does happen, she makes a big drama out of it.

Subaru: We won’t die so easily anyway, but you be careful, ‘kay? …Not that I care or anythin’...

Reiji: Indeed. Right now, caution is key. After all, you could be considered ‘one of us’ by this point. You understand what I’m trying to say, right?

You seem confused.

Ayato: …You smell. From a mile away. Even though you’re not a Vampire yourself, you’ve still got our scent on you.

The car comes to a halt.

Shuu: Pwaah…We’ve arrived? Haah…Good grief. I suppose I’ll go for another nap on the rooftop.

Shuu leaves the car and heads towards the building.

Reiji: Good grief…That deadbeat…

Ayato: Ahー What a drag! It doesn’t make sense for Vampires like us to have to deal with this shit, does it?

Subaru: As much as I hate to say this, I gotta agree with you on that one.

They head towards the school building as well.

Laito: Bitch-chan~! Come on, let’s go to school. You love the classroom, don’t you?

Kanato: …What’s wrong? You seem a little out of it.

Laito: Could it be…Bitch-chan, are you a little scared after everything we talked about earlier? Fufu…In that case…I suppose everything went according to my plan~

Laito suddenly pins you down.

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Laito: Hah…Hey? Let me confirm whether you are actually scared or not?

You question how he will do that.

Laito: Eh~? I’ll easily be able to tell once I touch you…Haah…

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Mmh…

*Smooch*

Laito: Nn…Haah~

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: I don’t know whether you’re aware or not but…Whenever a living being feels scared or threatened, it skyrockets their desire to leave behind offspring.

You frown.

Laito: Do you understand what I’m trying to say…? Hahn…

*Smooch*

Laito: Ah…Fufufu~ So you know…I’d love to confirm whether that applies to you as well, Bitch-chan~ …In other words, this is basically a biology lesson. Well then, reveal the truth to me…

Kanato runs up to the two of you.

*Thud*

Kanato: Excuse me!? It’s not fair that you get to have all the fun, Laito! Could you please refrain from touching her without my permission!?

Laito: Hm~? …Kanato-kun, I didn’t know you were still around! Perfect timing! Let’s give her a medical checkup together!

Kanato: …!? With you…!?

Laito: Yup, exactly! Doesn’t that sound fun?

Kanato: …Fine. I suppose it sounds more fun than going to the classroom.

*Rustle*

Kanato: However! She belongs to me, so I won’t let you do with her as you please!

Kanato gets in the car as well.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: …Woah there, Bitch-chan! Calm down!

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Kanato-kun…I’ll keep her legs pinned down, so could you take care of those flailing arms?

*Rustle*

Kanato: Ugh…Behave already. Even a limousine is pretty cramped inside.

They both restrain you together.

Laito: Fufufu~ What a lovely position you’re in. …Well then, let’s start by taking off your shoes and socks.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: I suppose I’ll punish these feisty feet that were trying to kick me earlier~

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: …Nfu~ They give off your lovely scent. Mm…

*Sniff*

Laito: Haah~ I can’t get enough…It’s the fragrance of delicious blood. Mmh…

*Smooch*

Laito: Nn…Mmh…Fufu…~

*Rustle*

Laito: Are you embarrassed?

You nod.

Laito: Why of course you are. Not only did I kiss your bare feet, but just like this…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Laito: Haahn…Mmh…I’m licking them as well.

*Rustle*

Kanato: Hey, you! Don’t get distracted by Laito! You have to look at me!

You look over at Kanato.

Kanato: Yes…Just like that.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Come on, I’ll give you a reward. …Mmh.

*Smooch*

Kanato: You much rather get kissed on the lips, don’t you? Nnh…

Kanato kisses you deeply once more.

Kanato: See? I can tell you’re enjoying it. Much more than when Laito kisses you.

*Rustle*

Laito: Nfu~ Geez, Kanato-kun. You’re surprisingly conservative. But I suppose doing this can be nice every once in a while. I mean, before you can get started with any biology class, you need to put your theory to the test, right? Hahn…Mmh…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Laito: Mmh…Nn…

Kanato: Fufu~ Does that hurt? Your face looks like a mess. I can imagine it doesn’t feel very pleasant to have your toes bitten.

*Rustle*

Kanato: However, mine will hurt even more.

*Rustle*

Kanato: Look, right here. I’ll bite down with all my might.

Kanato bites you as well.

Kanato: Mmh….

*Sluuuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuuuurp*

Kanato: Hah…

Somebody suddenly opens the door to the limousine.

Ayato: …What the fuck are you bastards doin’...!?

Laito: Nfu~ Welcome back, Ayato-kun~

Ayato: ‘Welcome back’, my ass!

Ayato grabs you by your arm.

Ayato: I was wonderin’ what was takin’ you so long, but this is what you’ve been up to, huh? Chichinashi, you really are one hell of a freak, aren’t you? Aah!?

Laito: Hey, hey, Ayato-kun~! Why don’t the three of us have some fun together then? The best part has yet to come, so you should definitely join in!

Ayato: Fuck off! Shut up! Come on, Chichinashi! We’re leavin’!

*Thud*

Ayato drags you away.

Laito: (muffled) You’ve forgotten something, Bitch-chan! Your shoes, socks, and bag!

Ayato: You can bring them afterwards! …God. I can’t take my eyes off y’all for two seconds.

Kanato: (muffled) Uu…Ayato…How could you…I’ll never forgive you!

Ayato: Then don’t, like I give a damn!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Get those legs movin’...!

You explain.

Ayato: Ah…? You’re dizzy…? Bullshit! Just how much blood did they suck then? Ah…This pisses me off…Why do I have to…

He lifts you into his arms.

*Rustle*

Ayato: …go through the trouble of carryin’ you like this? Just know that I’m only doin’ it this once! If you take too long, I feel like those two jerks will corner you again.

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato enters the infirmary.

*Rattle*

Ayato: That stupid school doctor…He’s absent again today.

You tilt your head to the side, asking him how he knows the doctor was absent before.

Ayato: Aah…? I came here to skip classes yesterday. That’s how I know he was absent yesterday too, that’s all. Got a problem with that?

He plops you down on one of the beds.

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato: Why we’re here? You’ve been complainin’ ‘bout painful feet this whole time, remember? I’m gonna disinfect the wounds. …Now show me your feet.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Why do you seem so surprised?

You seem skeptical.

Ayato: Hah? What do you mean ‘what’s the plan’? Did you hope I had some kind of ulterior motive or somethin’?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Heeh…I mean, I don’t mind. There’s even a bed here and everything. However, I gotta get rid of all traces of them first.

He disinfects the bite marks.

*Psh psh*

Ayato: Don’t make a fuss! It’s your own damn fault for gettin’ caught and allowin’ those fuckers to suck your blood!

*Psh psh*

*Rustle*

Ayato: Come on! Behave! …Here, your ear too…

*Flap flap flap*

Ayato: …!? What was that…? I sensed a strange presence just now…

*Flap flap flap*

Ayato: …!? Again…!? Again…Oi, Chichinashi! This way!

He pulls you close.

*Rustle*

Ayato: …Oi! Is someone there outside the window!?

It remains quiet at first.

Ayato: Answer me…!!

*HOOOOOWL*

Ayato: …!! …What? …Wolves? Could it be those Chichinashi mentioned before? …Fuck! What is goin’ on…? ーー Ugh!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi! Whoever’s there, show yourself!

*Rustle*

Shuu: Pwaah…

Ayato: …!! Who’s there!?

Shuu: …God, what’s your problem? I was just having such a nice nap too…

Shuu moves from the bed.

Ayato: Aah…!? Shuu…!? I thought you were up on the rooftop!?

He walks over to them.

Shuu: Pretty rude thing to say when you two came here after me, don’t you think? I changed my mind, that’s all.

Ayato: …! Fuck…I got scared for nothin’...Don’t fuckin’ jump me like that!

Shuu: Jump you? Heeh…Ayato. You must really be worried about what we talked about in regards to the Old Man earlier. How unexpected.

Ayato: …!! That’s not it…!!

Shuu: No need to hide it. I mean, I don’t think anyone can blame you for being a little worried when even the Old Man is being cautious about it.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Ugh…

Shuu: No point in trying to cover up your concern. …Well, I heard everything you’ve said since entering this room.

Ayato: …!! You bastard…!

Shuu: Hey, you. Aren’t you a lucky one? Even though that guy struggles to be honest with himself, he’s surprisingly nice, so I’m sure he’ll dote on you plenty?

*Rustle*

Shuu: …Just as you wish. Hehehe…

Ayato: …! Shut up! I’m no longer disinfectin’ crap! You’re just gonna have to deal with it yourself later! Come on, out of the way, Chichinashi!

Ayato pushes you aside.

*Thud*

Shuu: Woah there…

*Rustle*

Ayato: See you!

Ayato leaves the infirmary.

*Rattle*

Shuu: …What was that about? …Oh well, whatever. I guess it’s just puberty getting the best of him. He just doesn’t realize that it’s so crystal clear how he gets worked up whenever somebody teases him about you. I would never run away like that though.

Shuu suddenly pins you down.

*Rustle*

Shuu: …What’s with that look on your face? Are you disappointed? Shouldn’t you feel satisfied, knowing Ayato cares so deeply about you? Or perhaps…You won’t be satisfied until you wrap all the men around you around your finger? Haha…Well, I mean, I personally have no issues with a promiscuous woman.

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: I never expected any kind of virtuous attitude from you in the first place. All you need to do is give me your blood, as much as I desire, and whenever I want it. Sucking blood is basically like meal time to us after all. While there’s usually some physical contact as well, it can easily be done without any feelings of love or affection involved.

*Rustle*

Shuu: So don’t get the wrong idea, okay? Also don’t let it get to your head. It does not mean we love you, simply because we crave your blood. Immature brats such as Ayato might get irritated because they’re incapable of making the distinction, but I’m different…

Shuu bites you.

*Gulp gulp*

Shuu: Mmh…Nn…Haah…That’s why I have no issue latching onto your shoulder like this…or even hurting you…Hahn…

*Gulp gulp*

Shuu: Mmh…Nn…There. Let’s say this makes up for disrupting my sleep earlier.

He pushes you away.

*Thud*

Shuu: …What’s the matter? Are you in shock because you’ve realized how wrong you’ve been? …Well, I guess that’s not it. If you really misinterpreted our actions this whole time, then all I can do is applaud you for your idiocy. Anyway, I’m going to sleep again, so why don’t you hurry and run after our teenage boy? I’m done with you…

Shuu returns to the bed.

*Creaaaak*

Shuu: If you get the message, I don’t want to hear another word from you. Haah…What a drag.

You hesitate.

Shuu: Tsk…What are you doing? Get out already.

You leave the infirmary.

*Rattle*

Shuu: Hm…She left, huh? …

*Rustle*

Shuu: …What was that presence earlier? It felt weird…But right now it’s gone. Ugh. What a pain. Seems like the Old Man might have been right after all, and something will happen soon. But what could that ‘something’ be…?

*TIMESKIP*

You stumble through the hallway.

Reiji: …? Is that…?

*Rustle*

Reiji: So it is you after all. What are you doing here during class hours?

You ask Reiji the same question.

Reiji: Me? I was just on my way to the library because one of the teachers asked me to fetch a couple of documents.

You nearly collapse but Reiji catches you just on time.

Reiji: …!?

*Rustle*

Reiji: Why are you so shaky on your leーー …Hm?

*Rustle*

Reiji: This scent…? …!! Could it be…Did Shuu suck your blood?

You nod.

Reiji: Good grief…And look at you now. What exactly happened? Of course, there is no doubt in my mind that you said something stupid again, but I suppose I shall listen to your explanation.

Now then, why don’t you have a seat on the staircase over there?

You walk over to the staircase.

Reiji: Here…

*Rustle*

Reiji: So…What happened?

You explain.

Reiji: I see. …He approached you, correct? Well, that is nothing new but…I am somewhat concerned about this ‘strange presence’ you mentioned. Ayato failed to notice that Shuu was sleeping closeby, correct? Since we are siblings, it is simply unthinkable that we would not pick up on each other’s scent or aura.

*Rustle*

Reiji: The Lunar Eclipse has already started in the Demon World and soon enough it will start here too. Could it be that we are already starting to feel the effects of it? ーー Hm? You. Keep still, okay?

Reiji wipes off some of the blood on your shoulder.

Reiji: If you walk around with blood still dribbling down your skin like this, you are basically asking to lure in other Vampires.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Even I am feeling a little lightheaded at the moment due to the scent of your blood. I doubt my other brothers - who have shown very little signs of self-restraint - would be able to pass up on the temptation.

*Rustle*

Reiji: …Hm? It won’t stop bleeding yet. Just look at how much is on the handkerchief already. Haah…I suppose I have no other choice…

*Rustle*

Reiji: Seems like I will have to stop it directly using my mouth. …Come on now, keep still. Hahn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: It still gushes out…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Hah…Let’s see if that did the trick.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Seems like it’s gotten a bit better. ーー As you should be aware by now, our saliva is special. It is capable of closing up a human’s wounds almost instantly. Of course, it would fail to have its desired effect when the injury is simply too deep.

Well then, how do you feel now?

You thank him.

Reiji: No, you are welcome. I got to have a taste of your blood, so I suppose you could say it was an equal exchange. Well then, I must be on my way to take care of business now.

You get up.

Reiji: You should return to your classroom.

You start walking away.

Reiji: Right, before I forget. You probably should not venture off on your own on the way back home. For some reason…I have a bad hunch.

You frown.

Reiji: While you are technically still ‘human’, you might as well be considered one of us at this point. You should not forget that.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) It is actually not surprising that Cordelia was not affected by the lunar eclipse, or reacted to it in a different way. While in the earlier games, we thought that she was half-Vibora and half-Vampire, in Dark Fate it is revealed that she is half-Vibora and half-Founder, therefore not suffering from the same symptoms as pureblood or half-blood Vampires do in regards to the eclipse.

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