#it's not even an 'ah the consequences of my actions' situation it's just an ah you as a person were apparently made to suffer. situation.

[vampirebutterflies]

listen ‘ere boy there is a voice in ur head telling u ur fine and you don’t need to go to therapy tomorrow and that voice is a f u c k i n g liar don’t listen to it boy don’t fuckin’ listen to that rat ass bastard it does NOT have ur best interests at heart

[fooltofancy]

have finally caught up on the shoh alpha and let me just say that i am slightly desperate for someone to acknowledge how colossally fucked up and not okay this man is.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

02 / 627 words

You challenge Gaz to a pushup competition. And lose. What did you think would happen?

He keeps at it, though, maybe as a flex. Half-envious and half-curious, you lay on your stomach with your arms folded under your chin and watch him go. Gaz pushes himself up and down at the same even pace. You could always saboratge him, shove him over, but the satisfaction wouldn't last. Especially with his self-righteous ass taking it as permission to be a martyr about it. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Can you do those one-handed?" you ask him.

He glances at you. "Doesn't do much good for my triceps, but yeah, I can handle it."

"So what? Triceps, pff. The point of one-handed pushups is looking cool."

"If you can pull it off."

"Can you?"

"Obviously."

Gaz pushes up a little harder, repositioning one hand so it's centered under him when he comes down. The other hand he puts behind his back. To your disappointment, he continues with ease. He holds his body in perfect alignment despite the sheen of sweat glazing his skin.

"Wow, fine." You make yourself sound as unimpressed as possible. "Of course you can do it with your dominant arm. What about the other one?"

Gaz switches sides without missing a rep, making it look just as easy. You frown.

"That what you meant?" he asks.

"Yeah. Yeah. Okay, that was smooth," you admit.

"It's all in the form. Keep everything straight and taut. Can't do it properly if your body's all loose and jerking around."

"Uh-huh," you say absently. "What about weighted pushups? Like what if there were something on your back?"

"I've done it before. How come you want to know?"

"Just wondering what if I, like, sat on your back while you did it. Do you think you'd be strong enough?"

"Ah, is that it?" Gaz grins. He pauses his reps with his arm taught but slightly bent, bracing him in a plank. "Try it."

"Really?"

"I can take it."

"I'm heavy."

"Mmm, sure you are. Come on."

Gaz lowers himself to the ground. You hesitate, but he's not letting you back out. He's calling your bluff and he knows it.

"Chickening out?"

You huff and push yourself to your knees. "You wish."

You feel like a ton of clumsy bricks, lowering yourself down onto his back. You really try not to think about how your hand lands right above his shoulder blade or how his tank top leaves so much of his muscled back and shoulders exposed or how your ass slides against the firm curve of his lower back. You pray you're not too heavy. But Gaz either doesn't notice or doesn't mind. As soon as you're situated, draped over him sort of on your back and sort of on your side, he resumes his reps. Slower. Like he's accommodating you as you adjust.

You keep as still as you can. Gaz is as focused and professional as ever. But this is a bit more intimate than you anticipated. Damn him for forcing you to contend with the consequences of your actions. It's impossible not to notice and feel his back muscles at work. His strength is impressive. You're dismayed at the very idea that you thought you could beat Gaz in a test of arm strength. Hubris, that's what it was.

"Is this... helping? The weight?"

"Helping my training? Yeah, it seems to be working. You're good resistance."

"Oh. Thanks. Glad to be of service."

"Yeah? You feel alright on top of me?"

Your cheeks go a little pink at his phrasing. "Yeah. Best seat in the house."

"Is it?" Gaz wears a cheeky smirk, though you can't see it. "Keep it there, then. I like a little extra motivation."

...

[part 1] / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

more Gaz / masterlist tag

[draconic-desire]

DD’s Yandere Poll Series: Surviving the Yan!Penacony Boys (based on this post)

Rules/warnings: Read the below scenario and pick your answer or comment your own reaction. Dark content ahead!

Incident #3 — The Interrogation

Bright light floods your vision, eliciting a hiss as you repeatedly blink to regain your senses. Shielding your eyes is useless; your hands are pinned tightly behind your back, your wrists already starting to throb.

Once your eyes adjust, you find yourself tied to a chair, arms and legs bound to the wooden frame with thick rope. A few tugs and attempted kicks lead you to quickly relent that your bindings aren’t budging.

Shaking the fuzz from inside your head, you examine your surroundings.

While most of the room is cloaked in shadows, your chair is illuminated with a bright spotlight, highlighting the laminated flooring beneath your feet. Directly in front of you stands a long bar, perched upon a podium to elevate any individual behind it. The room is completely bare otherwise, giving a cold, clinical appearance.

How in the Aeons’ names did I end up here?

“Ah, you’ve finally regained your senses.”

You jolt, the voice to your left sending gooseflesh across your skin. It’s deep, full of condescension and authority, and almost certainly male. Sweat trickles down your neck.

Confirming your suspicions, a tall, muscular figure steps from the shadows beside you.

Your already rapid heartbeat skyrockets. Despite his scowl, the man is undeniably handsome—golden eyes to complement his dark purple locks, full lips and strong, toned arms on display thanks to his single-sleeved attire. You’d typically be blushing as he grips the back of your chair with one arm and leans down close to your face, if it weren’t for the unwelcome and compromising position you’re in.

You struggle to swallow. “I—um, sir, there must be some mistake—”

“You are (Y/n) (L/n), are you not?” he interrupts. His breath, minty with a touch of sage, tickles your nose as he closes the gap between the two of you even further.

“Um, yes…?” You cringe at how pathetic you sound, but really, how else are you supposed to react when a stranger has you apparently kidnapped and tied up?

The man rolls his eyes. “Come now, at least admit to your own name. If you can’t do that, how can you own up to the consequences of your actions?”

Head spinning, you ignore the fact that you think he just implied you’re stupid to instead focus on his latter comment. Despite your situation, you can’t help the spark of indignation that rages in your chest. Maybe that’s what makes you stupid: your sharp tongue. “Excuse me? Consequences? Are you lecturing me? And how do you know my name? Who even are you? Why am I here?”

Tilting his head slightly, the man lets a subtle smile pull at his lips. “Finally asking the right questions.” He stands and paces behind the podium in front of you, appearing like a judge presiding over court.

“My name is Dr. Veritas Ratio, and you, (Y/n), are my wife.”

You jerk back like you’ve been hit. That is certainly not what you were expecting.

A startled laugh escapes you. “I don’t have a husband.”

Ratio hums in response, jotting down something in a book he pulled from his robes. “And what is the last thing you remember before you woke up here?”

“Woah, woah, are we just going to glance over the fact that you’re claiming we’re married?!” you shout, panic creeping into your bones. So not only have you been kidnapped, but the individual holding you is also insane. Great. “I’ve never seen you before in my life!”

A deep sigh fills the room, followed by the sound of lead scratching against paper. A low mumble that you can barely discern contemplates, “Perhaps the dosage was too high this time? Such an amnestic response is unusual… Could a physical stimulus be required to invigorate her hippocampus?”

The damn man is treating you like a science project!

Before you can retort, he pulls out two small vials of liquid, both no larger than your thumb. He sets them down on the table before you and gestures to each individually.

“You now have a choice. Drinking this,” he motions to the right, at the vial possessing a golden liquid flecked with sparkling, iridescent particles, “will restore your memories. You’ll remember me, and everything that led up to this point.”

Remember him? Did he drug you into forgetting, and this was the next step in his experiment? If what he claims is true, why would a husband ever do that to his wife? Your head throbs.

“Or, choose this vial,” he points to the lefthand bottle, a concoction so dark it mirrors the midnight sky, “and you will forget everything and get to walk out that door shortly after.”

Your eyes narrow at him. Surely there was some sort of catch. His language was too vague to be of any comfort at all.

“Why are you making me choose at all? This all seems like one really fucked up joke.” You tug at your bindings again, letting out a growl of frustration.

Ratio pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You’re lucky I’ve grown so fond of you that I can overlook your insipid questioning. You will choose.”

“And what happens when I do? Surely it’s not as simple as remembering you or being freed. You don’t seem like a man who would go to all the trouble. What’s in this for you other than forcing me to be your little lab rat?”

After a pregnant pause, Ratio clucks his tongue. “Fine. I suppose it doesn’t matter if I give away the answers. You’re clearly not thinking straight.” He places his notebook down and picks up a vial in each hand, holding the small things between his thumb and index fingers.

“The gold bottle here will completely restore your memories. You want to know the whole truth about us? How you ended up in this room? Why it’s not the first time we’ve had this conversation?” Your breath hitches; what did he mean not the first time. “Then drink this one. It will probably give you a leg up, since you’ll recall all those past times you tried oh so fruitlessly to escape me.”

He then raises his opposite hand as your horror builds. “Alternatively, this vial will completely wipe your memories, but only of me. You’ll recall everything about yourself, your life, hobbies, et cetera…but in doing so, you will be helpless the next time we meet. You will have no defenses, and one way or another, you will be my wife again. That much has already been proven true.”

The floor falls from underneath you. Aeons, how many times have you taken that midnight liquid? How many times have you been in this very scenario, drugged into forgetting him, only for him to court you time and time again. Clearly you must reject him each time, but he’s so lost in his obsession that he has to reset you each time you try to flee. The thought makes you immediately nauseous.

Despite your dry throat, you manage to croak out, “And if I refuse to take either?”

Ratio’s expression darkens, his chin tipped up haughtily. “Don’t test my patience, (Y/n).”

You gulp, eyes flicking back and forth between this two hands. You must choose.

[bbyquokka]

panties

– in which changbin accidentally wears yns panties and doesn't hate it !!

𝐏𝐀��𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | seo changbin x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐖 | panty wearing ; light sub themes ; dom-turned-sub changbin ; dirty thoughts ; masturbation (m) ; nipple play ; a toy mentioned (strap-on)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 2.2k ~ ( 2,226 )

𝐀/𝐍 | ik its been a while since i posted :( pls accept this fic as an apology, hehe. wrote this a while ago & haven't stopped thinking about it since! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it wasn't supposed to be like this. heck, he didn't plan on it ending up like this.

to him, it was a simple, innocent action that he didn't think twice of purely because he was in a rush this morning. he woke up late, time being against him. he barely felt clean from his shower because he was in a rush.

he was going to be late for work and his boss hates it when people are late. yet, there he was, standing in front of the open underwear drawer as he searched for a pair of his boxer shorts.

sweat coating his brow. his mood dipping and slowly becoming annoyed with himself. his hands fumbled as they brush up upon many textures of fabric. when he failed to find a single pair of underwear, he rushed to the wash basket to see that it was still full to the brim with unwashed clothing and sitting at the very top, as if to torment him in some cruel way, were his last pair of underwear.

ah, that's right. he promised to do the laundry yesterday but it slipped his mind. maybe because he was so busy indulging in you last night and now he has to face the consequences of his greed.

“fucking shit. fuck fuck fuck!” he looked at his watch. the minutes ticking by fast. now was not the time to feel sorry for himself! 

changbin thought about going commando. no one would know, right? but the thought of spending a full day in jeans with no extra layer of protection for his groin made him feel oddly itchy and uncomfortable. he dropped his towel, put on a clean tee and grabbed the first underwear his hand came into contact with – which were yours.

he didn't think much of it. he didn't even notice to be honest. he did feel a little uncomfortable and tight but he thought nothing of it and continued on with his day; until he got home, stripped and saw pastel pink panties with a dainty bow and frilly waistband hanging on his frame; leading him into his current situation.

“oh fuck.” he mumbles to himself. “oh fuck fuck.” he stares at himself in the full length mirror that's leaning against the bedroom wall. he swallows thickly as his eyes flicker around the panties.

they are yours. they are your favourite pair of panties and he is wearing them! the amount of times he sees you prancing around in this specific pair is uncountable. he can't count on his fingers the amount of times he has got hard over them, yet here he is, naked with nothing but the tight fabric on him.

he panics at first. sheer embarrassment and humiliation washing over him. “i must have accidentally grabbed them this morning.” he whispers to himself. his ears perk up as he listens for you only to be met with a soft hum and pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen.

he bites his bottom lip and slowly walks closer to his reflection like he is in some sort of horror movie and his reflection could jump out at him at any moment.

the closer he gets, the more he holds his breath. once close enough does he really soak it all in.

the pastel pink contrasting well with his tanned and dewy skin. the material hugging his ass and penis, accentuating the outline of his curves. his cheeks flush red as he can make out his assets. the dainty bow and frills adding just that little bit extra.

now with a closer look at himself, he strangely doesn't hate it. he feels pretty, sexy, but pretty. he turns his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder and eyes widening at how plump and plush his ass looks.

“oh fuck.” he repeats. “this is bad.” he presses his lips in a thin line, facing full front in the mirror again. he traces his index finger down his torso and chest, following it in the reflection of the mirror. he stops at the waistband and gingerly traces the outline slowly.

it feels rough. not as soft compared to the rest of the fabric. he flicks the little bow and watches it bounce slightly. even though it feels tight and a little suffocating, it feels oddly comfortable and lewd. 

he lets his finger brush over the frilly waistband and onto the soft fabric. it feels velvety and smooth. he reaches behind him, tracing the outline of his ass and giving it a small squeeze.

he moans. it's a small moan, a silent moan but it's a moan and it makes changbin feel shocked at himself. he chews the inside of his cheek as he squeezes his own ass again. testing the waters and seeing if he has the same reaction, to which he does.

“oh fuck.” the same two words seem to be the only words he is capable of speaking right now. he looks down at his groin and sees his semi suffocating and stretching the material of your panties. 

up until now, he hasn't noticed that the pit of his stomach feels warm and fluttery. his penis throbs which he very clearly sees and it makes him blush. his nipples perk up a little bit and he dares to touch himself.

“maybe just a small touch.” he mumbles. he slides his hand to his clothed semi where he traces the outline slowly. he chews his bottom lip gently and hums softly.

the material feels hot and is radiating heat from his penis. he swallows thickly as he cups his balls and squeezes them ever so gently. he squeezes and tenses his thighs before huffing.

“why does it feel so good?” he questions. he's not doing much, just teasing himself but it's the thought. 

he drops to his knees in front of the mirror and parts then slightly. his hand removes itself from his balls and cups his growing semi. he gives himself a few gentle squeezes, head kicking and rolling back as his eyelids flutter close.

he increases the strength of the squeezing before rubbing his palm along his penis. he feels himself grow fully hard and throb. he rubs his cock head slowly but a little roughly as his free hand comes up and plays with his pink and perky nipples.

it's wrong. it's so wrong of him to do this. he knows that. he's also aware that you could come through the bedroom door at any minute and see him in such a lewd position but he doesn't care.

maybe it's because of the surging lust in his veins that he wants you to see him like this. his cheeks all red, curls flopping over his hazy eyes and bottom lip swollen.

his fingers circle his nipples before he tugs on them gently. he feels a growing wet patch against his palm to which he ignores and rubs his palm faster against his head. 

“oh fuck.. yes, just like that.” he whispers to himself. he tries to keep the moaning to a minimum or at least be quiet but with each passing second, his body burns.

his penis fully erect and leaking. the material stretching and hugging him tightly to the point of suffocation. cock and balls throb, thighs tensing as his body jolts with each surge of pleasure that courses through him.

“m-mhm!!” he looks at himself once again in the mirror and whimpers. the man in front of him is unrecognizable to him. he's so used to seeing himself as a strong, dominate man so seeing himself act and behave how you act, as a sub, all whiny, teary and lewd flicks a switch inside him that he didn't think he had.

he doesn't understand anything any more. he doesn't understand why he is thinking and feeling a certain way. one thing he is sure of though, is that his body is burning hot and he is filled to the brim with lust that it hurts.

he's far too gone to stop or think about that right now. he doesn't hate it and wants more. palming and rubbing himself through panties can only provide so much for so long so he takes it a step further.

his hand dips under the waistband and disappears underneath the fabric. he's met with his hot and throbbing penis. he groans as he wraps his hand around the base and squeezes himself hard. he looks down and grunts at the sight of his red and pre-cum leaking cock head appearing from under the waistband and being pressed flat against his soft tummy.

he gathers some saliva in his mouth before letting it fall onto his tip. his hand glides up his hot shaft for his thumb to smear the saliva and pre-cum around his sensitive head. 

he pushes his curls away from his eyes as he slowly strokes himself. the bumps and ridges of his veiny cock bumping against the palm of his hand. his tip continues to leak and spill as he throbs over and over again. 

he bucks his hips and tenses his thighs as if he were fucking you doggy style. he closes his eyes and imagines one hand buried into your hair and the other on your hip as he's buried deep inside you. he imagines the warmth and your scent as well as the sounds you make for him. 

but then his imagination drifts and all of a sudden, he imagines himself in doggy and you fucking him from behind. he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as an attempt to ease it from his memory like an etch a sketch but to no avail; so he welcomes it instead.

he swallows as he imagines himself on all fours in front of the mirror. your hands on his skin, tracing down his spine and to his ass where you slap his cheeks gently. he can hear the slaps, feel the ripples of his ass cheeks. he can hear and see himself being fucked out, begging and lewd. his face being tear and drool stained as he begs you to:

“put it in! please don't tease me anymore.” he whispers to himself. he's shocked as the words just free flow past his lips but he continues on. he imagines your fingers circling his wet and puckered hole. he feels his own hole twitching at the thought to which he briefly thinks about doing it but decides to stick with imagination (only because he doesn't have the confidence)

his hand on his penis increases in speed. he becomes rougher with himself, tugging and squeezing his nipples hard. he squeezes his cock hard too, lips parting as he moans loudly. he doesn't care at this point. he doesn't care if you hear him or walk in on him. he's so consumed with himself anyways to think.

as he rubs himself, he continues to imagine. he can hear your sweet and gentle praises, calling him a princess and a good baby girl. he imagines your fingers in his ass and stroking his walls. he imagines himself tensing and throbbing around the digits, his penis also throbbing and begging to be touched as it leaks.

and then, he sees it. the strap-on that you've both been preparing him for. changbin's hips stutter and his movements on his penis are now sloppy, fast and desperate. the pit of his stomach is burning and feels so tight. he's hot and very close but he continues on with his imagination.

he imagines the tip of the strap-on poking and prodding his wet hole. he imagines making a note of how wet it feels due to the lube that is currently soaking the plastic. he imagines himself looking from over his shoulder at you and sobbing.

“please.” he begs to himself. “please put it in. need you so badly.” 

as he imagines the tip slowly entering his hole and stretching him, as if waking up from a wet dream, his eyes shoot open as his orgasm hits him in an overwhelming manner. 

“o-oh!! ohhh!” he moans. hot ropes of cum shoot out onto his torso. some of it landing on his thighs and staining the material of your panties. he strokes himself through his high, rubbing his tip in the process before painting heavily.

he pushes back his sweat coated curls and looks in the mirror. he flushes pink in embarrassment, post-nut clarity hitting him hard.

body stained with cum and sweat. cheeks rosy, eyes doe-like. his nipples perky and swollen but that's not what shocks him the most.

his own reflection staring at him as the tip of his penis is still visible and being pressed against his soft stomach thanks to the waistband. the once pink material and innocent look now stained with cum and tainting the innocence.

changbin panics and quickly rushes to the on-suite bathroom, where he takes the panties off (which are now stretched) and takes a quick shower to think about what to do about your underwear that he has just so lewdfully and willingly stained.

he comes to the conclusion to simply throw them away and buy you a new pair. 

surely you wouldn't notice that a pair of your favourite underwear has gone missing and been replaced with something completely different, right? 

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ Realizing love is there...

Xiao x male!reader, Venti x male!reader and Kaeya x male!reader (separated)

Category: [Fluff/sfw]

Warnings: Mention of Zhongli (Xiao's part). Zhongli calls Xiao "child". Mention of Kaeya (Venti's part), mention of Diluc (Venti's part), Venti is drunk for half his part. Mention of alcohol. Mention of Rosalia, Klee, Jean, Diluc and Lisa in Kaeya's part. Reader is mentioned but doesn't actively participates in it.

Request: Yes / No | From: 🕸️ anon.

«Hello, you can call me 🕸 anon! Can you write Xiao, Venti and Kaeya realizing they have a crush on the reader? Ty !»

Waaa! My first emoji anon! 🥰 I'm so happy- welcome!

「 ✦ XIAO ✦ 」

Xiao had been an adeptus for longer than he could properly remember, and the feeling of «love», in romantic contexts, wasn't something he was familiar with.

He's seen countless couples in his years of existence, but he never quite grasped the concept of what it meant to love someone outside of family.

That human desire to kiss someone? That need of multiple actions he could not wrap his head on? He was clueless.

Perhaps that was why he didn't know what that heat on his chest meant. That feeling of something tugging at his heart and filling him with that sort of anxiety that left him on guard.

What confused him the most was that you were the cause of it. Had you cursed him some way without him realizing?

He even managed to believe you were a threat.

Of course, confused as to why the ever so calm adeptus was acting on edge with you, Zhongli decided to ask Xiao what was happening.

The god found himself amused when Xiao explained the situation to him.

"Ah, my dear child. I believe I know what id that you're feeling." Zhongli hummed, muffling a small chuckle that dared escape his lips. "Fear not, as it is not dangerous."

"Huh? If it's not dangerous, what is it?" Xiao asked, frowning slightly at the consistent incognita of what was that feeling you caused.

"Mm, I believe the simplest term of it would be «love», Xiao."

Safe to say, if his entire life didn't already gave him existencial crisis on a daily basis, trying to come to terms with the idea of falling in love was surely passing with five stars its debut.

From that day, he started to study you. Trying to figure out if what Morax explained to him was accurate, and if so, how.

And soon enough, he found himself admiring little things you did. How you acted around others, how your personality was like.

So this was what love felt? To wish to admire you, close or from afar, as long as you kept being true to yourself?

If that was it... Love might not be that bad after all.

He wouldn't confess though, not until he manages to understand better how to process his feelings. Just because he understood what love felt like, didn't meant he understood how to act with it.

It would probably take a while, but he was patient. He just hoped you could wait for him too.

「 ✦ VENTI ✦ 」

The God of Freedom had been a free soul his entire life. And while he had experienced the cons and pros of it, the lost and happiness of friends and people he could even consider family, he never had fallen in love with someone.

And oh dear archons if he had fallen hard for you.

The wind was free, yet somehow he had never felt as free as when he was with you.

As a Mondstadt citizen, he would usually see you as one of his children. But he couldn't help but see you, not as his child, but as a companion to his free life.

"Isn't he divine?" The god murmured softly as he watched you from afar.

Kaeya hummed with humor as she watched the Anemo Archon look so helplessly in love while he was drunk in the Angel's share.

"I suppose he is," Kaeya replied, amused.

The god knew what love meant. What it implied.

He also knew what it implied for him to fall in love with a mortal that wouldn't be able to live more than a few decades.

But as he watched you from afar; the man that managed to get his full attention like the best wine, he decided that the consequences were worth it.

"If you like them so much, why don't you go ahead and confess?" Diluc replied as he cleaned one of the glasses.

"Eh? But what if he rejects me Master Diluc?" Venti pouted as he rested his head on top of the counter.

"Then it wasn't meant to be." Diluc's replied calmly, a small frown on his face as he watched the drunk bard. "Now stop drinking before you embarrass yourself more than average."

"Master Diluc is cruel."

"So I've been told."

Needless to say, to confess to you he had to be:

Drunk.

He had to count with someone's (Diluc's) help.

It's a miracle he managed to get you to date him.

「 ✦ KAEYA ✦ 」

He was quick to realize he liked you. The Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius could be slightly flirty if he wanted, and therefore knew how exactly certain feelings felt like.

But realizing he was in love for you, that had been a rollercoaster for him.

You were an incredible man. And the times he caught a glimpse of your smile he couldn't help but feel like he was just falling harder for your presence.

He smiled at the slight mention of your name. And would try to take care of you when you needed it the most.

Of course, this also meant he got free teasing from Lisa, Jean and Rosalia.

Also Klee's questions about if you were his boyfriend, or husband, or if you were already dating.

He might have heard Lisa laugh more times in his crushing-for-you time than in the whole time he had met Lisa.

"If you know you like them, why don't you confess already then?" Rosalia asked him while they were getting drinks at Angel's share

"I want it to be a more perfect moment."

"When it includes you? I doubt that's possible," Diluc commented as he served another client.

"That's a bit cruel even for you, Master Diluc."

So he does try to plan for it to be perfect. He slowly manages to get stuff you like, wanting to be a good time between both of you.

He almost messes all of it up (Diluc has premonition powers now???), but was able to not mess it up at last minute.

Perhaps Barbaros was on his side that day.

[breadbrioche]

kiss of life

so mun x reader

➳summary: you almost let your impulsive thoughts get to you while mun is asleep

➳warnings: really vague descriptions of a fight, sort of suggestive at the end but not really

➳word count: 1.5k

➳a/n: watch kim sejeong’s top or cliff music video here! My next work will be released when her music video reaches 1 million views

You can’t believe that this happened.

This seriously had to be on the top of the list of your major fuck ups because this really shouldn’t have happened. You cringe every time you think about it because you’re a counter! They were people who are supposed to protect others, and not get protected. But that’s exactly what happened.

It was a routine procedure; the evil spirit Hana sensed was fairly low leveled so only you and Mun were dispatched to deal with it. And it was going well but that was until another, stronger spirit appeared. You not considering that possibility was ultimately your downfall as you were completely focused on getting rid of the first one, not realising the other was approaching you from behind - and with a weapon.

The next moments were a jumble but you can recall Mun pushing you away, taking the blow himself. As he fell, the two evil spirits took the opportunity to run, leaving you with your teammate who was totally knocked out. Luckily, once you were back home, Ms Chu assured that there were no fatal injuries but you were still left with two evil spirits on the run and an unconscious Mun.

Watching him lay motionless in his bed, he almost looks like a sleeping princess rather than being the hero who just saved your life, as ironic as it is. He definitely looked the part too; even when he’s asleep So Mun is perfect. Especially with his silky hair, skin that all but glows when light shines on it and perfectly kissable lips.

You pause for a second. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You couldn’t kiss Mun, that would be insane! You shake your head vigorously, trying to get rid of such delusional thoughts. You couldn’t, you shouldn’t… but-

Betraying all your previous thoughts, you lean close to his face, hovering just inches away. So close that you could count every individual eyelash if you wanted to. Your eyes naturally wander to his mouth and observe how, with how lips are slightly parted, it looks as if he’s ready to receive a kiss. Only if you moved just a bit further, you would be able to-

Inhaling sharply, you clamp a hand over your mouth. You aren’t going to actually do it, reminding yourself. You’re just looking at him (and ignoring how you could’ve done that at a further, non-intimate distance). Panicking slightly, your eyes flicker back to Mun’s eyes to see if he’d caught you but to your relief, they were still closed.

Hearing your own frenzied heartbeat, you become acutely aware of your situation. Screw the incident from earlier, this was definitely the top spot on your list of major fuck ups. Even for you, this was a new all time low.

But before you could even think of what to do next, to your horror, Mun’s eyes flutter open and now you are literally face to face with the consequences of your actions. Fuck.

Mun called out your name confused, voice still rough after just waking up, which effectively snaps you out of your stupor as it causes you to fling yourself away from him instantly. A bit too fast as you lose your balance and tumble to the ground, landing on the hardwood floor with a thump.

In an instant, Mun leaps out of his bed and kneels down to assess you for injuries. He places a hand on your shoulder but you immediately push him away with a yelp - you couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you right now (if he did, your dumb brain would be too weak not stop yourself from imagining stupid delusions and you really can’t have that)

“Ah- uh- fuck, I’m sorry” you stumble, not really knowing what to say. “Just forget what you saw! I wasn’t actually gonna do anything, I promise!”

Mun’s eyebrows knit together while he pieces together what happened before he gasped, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“Hold on, were you going to kiss me?!” he yells before you hastily covered his mouth, cringing at the volume. What if someone else heard? That would be double the embarrassment and this is already too much.

“Don’t be so loud!” You hiss. “And no, I was only looking!”

He manages to wrestle your hands off his face, staring at you with a look you didn’t want to comprehend

“But it looked like you were though!” He insists, but you grimace and shake your head violently.

“What, are you some kind of princess who needs a kiss of life to wake you up?”

Mun chuckles at your response and leans closer slightly. His gaze is inquisitive, like his eyes are scouring you for clues to your upcoming answers for his questions. Mun is smart, the son of detectives after all, so you’re deathly afraid of the fact that he’ll see how you’re swallowing nervously, avoiding his gaze and just so obviously flustered and make a correct observation.

“Would you ever do it? Kiss me, that is.” Mun asks, sounding casual like this was a normal conversation topic. You narrow your eyes at him - just what sort of game is he playing at? If he’s trying to make you jump to conclusions, it sure is working for him.

“…what are you trying to say?”

Sensing your hesitance, Mun clasps your hands firmly. They squeeze yours firmly; you didn’t want to assume but, it almost felt like he was reassuring you.

“Do you like me? Because I like you and I wouldn’t have minded if you had kissed me earlier.”

You freeze. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You’re done, it’s over. There was no way this could be real. You blink hard, half expecting yourself to be hallucinating this whole situation - maybe you were the one knocked out and this was a dream. But when you open your eyes and Mun is still there with his dorky grin and all, you almost gasp.

“This is real, right? Is the guy I’ve been crushing on for ages actually confessing to me?” You murmur your thoughts dumbly. Mun laughs, nodding his head.

“So does that mean we’re dating then? I- I mean I’d love to date you but- I know that sometimes when twopeopleinagroupstartdatingthatcancausegroupdynamicsto-“

You’re so caught up with the explosion of thoughts suddenly coming at you that you hardly notice Mun leaning even closer to you and closing the space between your faces until he physically shuts you up, lips firmly on yours. But before you could even reciprocate, he’s moving away and licking his lips.

“Sorry,” Mun half apologises with a cheeky grin. “You looked cute, I couldn’t help it!”

At this point, you’re sure your brain is fried. You purse your lips together to try and formulate a response but nothing comes to you. If one simple peck had you this speechless, So Mun was going to be the death of you.

Without thinking you reach for the collar of his shirt and tug, closing the distance between you and replacing your lips on his. If Mun is going to be your cause of death, you’ll die on your own terms.

It’s initially awkward, Mun mimicking you earlier by being stunned still, but eventually you feel him relax into the kiss and even urges you to deepen it by gently pressing a hand to the back of your neck. There’s a sense of urgency to it, the both of you desperate to show your repressed feelings.

When you pull apart, you feel breathless as the adrenaline courses through your body. Shivers down your spine as you feel Mun’s strong gaze; it’s not overpowering but it’s confident - he knows what he wants (he wants you). Mun inches closer to kiss you again but before he could, your hand on his chest keeps him from moving.

“W-wait,” you huff between breaths. “Are you feeling okay? You were knocked out for a while.”

He rolls his eyes playfully with a huff; only you would stop an intimate moment just to ask about his well being.

“I’m awake now, aren’t I? I’m totally fine.” He assures you. “But there is one thing that still hurts a bit…”

Your eyes widen with concern, flickering over Mun’s body to find any hidden injuries. However, your concern is wasted when he just points at his lips which are curled into a sly smirk.

“Can you kiss it better?”

Letting out a disgusted scoff, you try to swat his face away from you but he catches your hands and makes you look at him. Mun silently pleads to you, putting on his best puppy dog eyes at you. You sigh, not having much of a choice right now.

“You’re so cheesy, you know that right?” You say before your lips meet Mun’s once again, starting like you never stopped in the first place.

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' i thought you liked your usual '

'I used to'

sanji x f!reader

next part

[tw: angst: heartbreak: bickering: obvious tension (eventually)]

"Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food." The waiter said in a sour tone, as he placed the plate of fresh bread onto the table.

"My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?" He said looking at the Strawhat Crew, "One of everything, please." Luffy said, as he stuffed his mouth with the delicious bread.

"Any drinks?" He asked his eyes almost landing on someone with [h/c] sitting next to Zoro. He didn't know why that person even though not seeing their face looked familiar to him.

"One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?" He said, still in a sour mood.

"Kicked off the line again?" [Y/n] asked, raising her head as she folded her arms across her chest, staring at him smugly with pursed lips. Hearing her voice again made his heart skip a beat. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon," He said with his signature charming smile, that could make every man or woman swoon over him.

"Me too," She said with a hint of coldness in her voice, the others looked between the two of them. Eyes darting back and forth between Sanji and [Y/n]. He looked at her for a bit and noticed the tense situation, Zoro cleared his throat and said, "Waiter, can I get a beer and something for my friends?" Ussop then cuts in, "Two beers. I usually have three, but…" Ussop said.

"And milk," Luffy said his mouth full of bread. Sanji asked, eyes landing on [Y/n] once more. "Three beers and a milk. And, uh- your usual?" She looked at him. Coldly, almost annoyed, she replied, "Just a glass of water will do.". „What? I thought you liked your usual? ” He said looking at her, god he missed her so much.

She stared at him coldly, "I used to.". His lips pursed inward and he nodded, "Right away," he said, turning to head for the kitchen. She fell back into her seat and noticed the crew staring at her, "What?" She asked, looking at the others.

"Ah? What the hell was that?" Nami asked, and [Y/n] sighed rolling her eyes as she sat up in the booth, "Yeah, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife." Usopp said, and the girl groaned into the palm of her hands. Embarrassed by the scene she caused in front of her friend, "Did he stand you up on a date or something?" Usopp asked, and she lifted her head from her hands and placed them on her lap.

She sighed falling back into the booth and slouching her back, "No, but that would've saved me the heartbreak and tears." She said and Usopp was about to ask another question possibly. "No more questions," She said, before he could even ask he closed his mouth.

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Sanji's day couldn't have gotten any worse or better. He was kicked off the line and now his ex-fiancee is here and was sitting next to some guy with green hair and three swords. Has she moved on? Has she replaced him?

"No way, she didn't replace with that moss-head?" He mumbled under his breath. Words can't explain how much he missed her and how much he beat himself up for making her leave. Every day, he beats himself up for it each day he's reminded of the consequences of his actions when he wakes up every morning and she isn't there beside him.

Everyday when he's not waking up to her cuddled up beside him, her head buried into his chest. Her tiny snore echoing throughout what was once their shared room, everyday was a reminder of his failure as a partner. was there even a chance to fix it?

He'd take that chance in a heartbeat, quit smoking he'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant being with his love again. Actually, ever since their argument a year ago he hasn't flirted with a single lady since. Really, for a year ever since that day he's been waiting hoping praying, that she'll walk through those doors and he can apologize for everything. So why can't he now?

First thing, she clearly doesn't want to talk to him still pissed off about what happened a year ago. Maybe, if he tries some small talk maybe she'll warm up. God, he hopes that she isn't sleeping with that moss-head man. Whatever it is, he's at least going to try to fix things hopefully, and if she doesn't want anything to do with him then that's fine. He'll just have to live with not having the best thing to ever happen to him in his life again.

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sukuna and E :)

oh, and congrats!

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How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

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• Of course. Sukuna knows very well what he's doing. He's a very experienced king who's lived many lifetimes, and he's seen and experienced just about everything. So yes, he's definitely good at these things, and he won't hold back. He's also very confident in his abilities, which makes for a very dangerous combo.

• Sukuna is not only a ruthless, sadistic and arrogant demon but also a charming, manipulative and cunning individual who would never be naive in any situation.  Therefore, he is capable of manipulating and controlling his lovers and potential partners through subtle, intricate and well thought out tactics that would never be perceived by the average human. Sukuna is a creature of chaos and unpredictability, so he's happy to try anything once.

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One of his hands grips your cheeks, the other holding your wrists. He was smiling, but it looks closer to a sneer. “I told you,” His hot breath was burning your left ear. “to not get close to those sorcerers or there’d be consequences.”

He was angry because you disobey him. “You belong to me,” his face got closer to yours. “Never forget it, I will not be as forgiving next time.”

You’re his; No one else’s.

The harsh kiss he placed on your lips showed that today is one of those days when he simply gets angry and has no control over his actions.

Sukuna pulled back, he took you over to his bed, pushing you onto it.

"Y/N," his voice is low, and he's smiling. But his dark eyes are unblinking as he stares at you.

"Open your eyes, so I can show you how much you belong to me." He was on top of you.

He enjoys seeing that you are somewhat afraid of him. After all, he was nothing more than a monster.

He kisses up your neck, and then bites it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to mark you.

He lifts your hands and pins them down, grinning. His lips press into yours, rough and violent, and there's nothing gentle or sweet about it.

"Only me," he repeats, and pins you down completely. He slides your dress off, so you're completely naked. Not even underwear. He looks you over, his eyes on your skin, and then slides you closer.

"S-slow down... please." You begged him with a shaky tone and he just chuckled. his thumbs caressing your tears, tracing patterns down your cheeks.

"My pretty y/n... don't be scared of me. You haven't seen my scary side yet." And then his huge, hard length sank into your hole.

He was holding your waist with one hand, and with his other hand, he pressed your wrists to the bed to keep you in place.

You held your breath so as not to make a loud noise. Today was one of those days where he didn't care about your pleasure or feelings.

you have any problems? no. You secretly loved the feeling. When he angrily and mercilessly thrusts inside you...

You wrapped your legs around his waist; While he watched your belly rise and fall, after each thrust into your poor wet hole.

"Ha...Wish you could... see your idiot helpless face... it's so funny... It's really embarrassing how you enjoy...ah—"

He squeezed himself more into you as he sighed.

"...being fucked by a monster like this!"

Was he cuming soon? no. Was time passing quickly? no. Would he be satisfied with just doing it once? of course not.

Was the whole bed supposed to be dirty because of your unstoppable cums? Yes

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[lightlycareless]

I saw your post about Naohime and Naobito! I completely fell in love with their little relationship and I was wondering what other things they get up to that stress out Naoya

Hello!!! afjajgkhag I'm so happy you like their relationship 🥺❤️❤️❤️!!!!! For Naobito to finally get along with Naoya's family, or part of, is... very satisfying 🥺 I'd like to think things work out in the end lol.

Now, onto your question...

warnings: naohime is your youngest daughter. naoya is a good dad. naobito gets along quite well with her granddaughter. implications of underage drinking BUT ITS MINISCULE AND INNOCENT I SWEAR.

Happy reading!!

Honestly, just about anything.

HOWEVER

The one thing Naoya hates the most about Naobito’s relationship is his apparent blindness to the danger he puts Naohime through?

Like, the old man will find it hilarious that Naohime is pestering other clan members, but to Naoya that just pure horror. He’s seen how resentful they can be, and the last thing he wants is his daughter being caught in the middle of it! More so if they have never been welcoming of most of his children (obviously they only care for the sons 🙄🙄). It’s honestly a ticking bomb when it comes to Naobito’s carelessness.

Yet, the #1 thing he would despise of Naobito is the one time he saw him giving Naohime a “sip” of sake, just for the laughs of it or something, but of course Naoya wasn’t going to wait around to find out!

“You really have no shame, do you, father?” Naoya seethes, swiftly taking the bottle from his hands and throwing it away onto the garden—the loud sound of the glass crashing against the floor makes Naohime flinch, tears soon begin to form at the unusual sight of his father’s rising anger. “What is wrong with you, giving alcohol to a child?!”

“Ahh, it was just a little bit! She wanted to see what it tasted like, so, I obliged.” Naobito excused himself, as he always did, much to Naoya’s frustration.

“Ah, I should’ve known! It’s so obvious, isn’t it?! Whatever Naohime wants, she gets, right? How careless could you be, father?” Naoya breathes. “No—don’t even answer that. I know how much; I’ve experienced first-hand, after all!”

“Cut me some slack—I’m no different from you when it comes to spoiling her.”

“Don’t ever you compare yourself to me.” Naoya threatens, and with no time to waste, he takes hold of Naohime’s arm and pulls her away from the irresponsible grandfather she had the misfortune of having.

He expected her to put up resistance, as she usually does whenever plucked from her dear grandpa’s company; but not this time, for it appeared she understood the gravity of the situation, or more like was frightened into doing so, never having seen her papa so angry before.

It soon became clear that this situation is one you’d have to mediate between the two, and not because you wanted Naobito to continue being part of Naohime’s life—if it were up to you, you’d keep them apart forever!

Rather, because the air had grown unbearable tense between Naoya and his father yet again, the estate began to be affected one way or the other.

Sure, they could never get along, it was like trying to mix water and oil, but at least they’d become amicable enough to not step on each other’s toes. Naoya was his successor, after all, they should be able to talk at least for the sake of the clan!

Well, all would eventually be solved when surprisingly Naobito was the one to close the gap between the two, offering his version of an apology for having been careless with Naohime and somewhat promising to do better…

Unfortunately, not enough for Naoya.

“And? That’s all? Do you think with that I’ll just forget what you did?” Naoya frowns, you press your lips together, seems this situation isn’t to die so easily.

“Naoya…” you murmur, gently squeezing his hand. His anger, no matter where directed, is one that always upsets you.

“No, Y/N. I’m not done yet. My father is never one to understand the consequences of his actions.”

“What do you want me to do, then? Leave the estate?!”

“That’d be a good way to start.” He smiles.

“How about I take on your responsibilities for a whole month so you can do whatever you want, hm? Is that good enough for you??”

“Barely!”

“Dear, please.” You quietly beg, wanting this situation to be over with. Considering Naobito, this was probably as best of a deal they’d be able to get out of him. And Naoya soon remembered that through the worried look on your face.

“Make it two months—and I’d also like you to keep away from my side of the estate.” Naoya eventually agrees. “I don’t want a single servant that isn’t part of my entourage near—and of course, I don’t want you close Naohime either, or any of my kids for that matter.”

“Fine, whatever makes you happy.”

Naoya’s eye twitches, Naobito really can’t accept defeat and move on, can he?

Thankfully, you’d be there to ease the situation before it got any worse, telling Naoya and Naobito that such solution would be enough to mend for his transgression before subsequently leaving the room; to ease an infuriated husband as well as tend to an upset daughter who has felt nothing but guilty for actions that were not of her responsibility.

“I’m sorry papa…” Naohime quietly murmurs upon seeing you and Naoya return, gently holding onto her father’s leg as tears began to slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t be angry at me!”

A plead that has all rage vanishing from Naoya’s mind, rushing to comfort her instead.

“It’s not your fault, peanut. He should’ve known better.” Naoya responds, wiping Naohime’s tears with his sleeve before carefully picking her up.

She then wraps her arms around his neck, resting her head against it and continuing to sob.

“I just wanted to try it! Grandpa said no at first because he said I wouldn’t like it and that I shouldn’t have it because I’m too young, but he always drinks it so I wanted to have it too!”

“He should’ve been more considerate of you, peanut, you are child after—wait, what?” Naoya blinks, quickly looking over to your direction as if to check if you’ve heard the same thing as him—you had.

“What do you mean he said no, sweetie?” You ask, believing up to that point that Naobito was the one instigating Naohime to take a sip of his drink… only to be proven otherwise.

And not only that, but to find out he actually set boundaries to her request?? Or at least tried… better than nothing…?

“He said it wasn’t good for me… and it wasn’t, it’s yucky!” Naohime scowls.

“Well, that… it is.” You sigh, patting her head as she snuggles closer to her papa.

“I’m sorry papa, mama… don’t be angry with me or grandpa!”

“That’s a bit too late for that.” Naoya whispers to you, you sigh.

“We’re not angry at you, sweetie. Just worried, as always for your well-being” You explain. “But just remember that if you’re ever curious about something come tell mama or papa and we’ll do our best to explain, ok? Sometimes grandpa does things that aren’t completely right, and might end up hurting you too—and we don’t want that, do we?”

Naohime shakes her head.

“I promise to behave, mama!”

“I know you will.” You smile.

“Now, don’t cry—pretty princesses don’t do that.” Naoya coos, cleaning the rest of her tears before kissing the top of her head. “Instead, they like to play with their siblings or help mama around the house.”

“How about play with mama and papa? Can we do that instead??” Naohime wonders.

“Well, I don’t have much to do anymore after that…” Naoya muses, you laugh.

“Then papa better hurry to hide if he doesn’t want us to find him…” you tease, with Naoya giving you a smirk before gently Naohime down and scurrying out the room, leaving behind a giggling daughter who couldn’t wait to start counting and begin searching for him—not that it would be possible for her, since Naoya was quite… sneaky when it came to it. There’s a reason why the rest of his kids had given up playing hide and seek with him.

However, Naoya wouldn’t be able to focus much on the game, for he’d still have to come to terms with the fact that Naobito indeed has a soft spot for Naohime, one much bigger than what you and Naoya anticipated, seemingly out of genuine affection and not because he wanted to get back at his son one way or the other.

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He didn’t know what to do with this conclusion, yet a part of him couldn’t deny he felt elated to know that after all these years, his father finally found it in himself to be nice to someone—specifically, his daughter.

A notion that partially healed a wound he did not know he had, lifting some of the weight his unhappy past burdened him with…

And all thanks to the prospect of his children escaping the same fate.

I hope it wasn't too sad for your liking ahhaha :') It's just something that I wanted to explore, since you know, Naobito tends to be very fond of alcohol.

It was kind of expected that he'd give a sip to Naohime at one point; mainly because she's curious, but outside of that, I like to think that Naobito truly became protective of her and abuses the fact that he's like the leader to let her do whatever she wants lol.

Also... I'd like to think that as much as Naoya acts like he doesn't care, a part of him still wishes his father got along with his family, liked them and such, you know 🥹 the child inside him wants his approval, after all!! (I wonder what kind of relationship Tomoko would've had with her grandchildren 🥹 oh, she would've loved them all!!)

Anyways, I hope this was to your liking! Thank you so much for sending in this ask, I'm very happy Naohime's relationship with Naobito is enjoyed heheheheh I love it!!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[nobody-for-sure]

Language Barrier

Since there might still be some confusion: friendship levels dictate which words can be understood at any given time (which obviously increases by level). As a result, depending on the words used and the complexity of the discussion, characters of middle levels may be able to understand everything or almost nothing in a sentence.

Chapter 16

(~2.6k words, see chapter list here)

You have to take a moment to reassure yourself that all those yandere fanfictions were way out of character, because otherwise you'd be running for the hills already.

"What do you mean, I can't leave?" you ask slowly. Already, you're getting a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"Just what I said," the yaksha responds blandly. "You saw, didn't you?"

It takes you a minute to figure out what he's referring to, but then it hits you. Ah. The cliff from before. "Do you mean the whole mountain is like that?"

He gives a single nod, and you grimace. In that case, you did see. Certainly, no one's getting up or down by foot; it was far too steep for that. Furthermore, a portion of the side of the mountain appeared to be delicately concave. You doubt anyone - much less you - could climb it. (In fact, given which nation you're in... you're starting to wonder if it was deliberately built that way. Perhaps this is intended to be a place only certain people can access?)

While you're wondering about this, Xiao reaffirms your initial realization. "If you can't use the thing, you can't leave. That's the only way."

"But- you don't use the waypoi- the thing, right?"

"No, I don't."

"So we can still leave that way, can't we?"

Xiao looks you in the eye and raises an eyebrow. "Can you?"

You pause. It feels like a trick question somehow, but Xiao's not really the roundabout type. "Well, uh... you can, right?"

"If you think I can take you with me, think again."

You feel like he's just pulled the rug out from underneath you. "What??? Why not?" But he's teleported with the traveler before, right?

"Your ikvuru is too kravxw."

"My what is too what?!" A note of panic creeps into your voice, now that your last hope is crumbling in front of you.

In response, the adeptus gives you a discerning look. "Qpog down," he says. His voice is not especially gentle, but it lacks the same harshness as sometimes. He purses his lips. "...I can't say it any vupsqyw. Think about it. You are far more pejvubas than me... even if you can't ipuuvj udypyxe your vubas. No one can ipywou uxopesyroq such poyxroxwfew poxruqupu ikvuru without ugruetuwrag, which is what you're asking me to do." He pauses. "Do you get it?"

Not even a little bit, you want to say, but you run his words through your head again. There's room for interpretation, for sure. The situation must be a lot more complicated than you expected, since he presumably explained the easiest way possible, and you still only caught half of it. But his end message is clear: one way or another, it seems what you're asking simply can't be done.

Is it because you're the Divine Creator?

"Think about it." Who would be capable of moving an all-powerful being through space-time on a whim?

"No one," you say slowly, uncertainly echoing the words you caught. "No one can do it."

Xiao nods once. "Ipxgocu. That's why the things were made."

Your shoulders slump. Welp. That's that, then. There's no way I'm making it down that alive. Looks like my dumb ass is finally going to suffer the consequences of my actions-

Your stomach suddenly gurgles unceremoniously.

-by starving to death on this mountaintop, probably. You grimace. Between the teleportation, the hilichurl encounter, and your time with Xiao, the sun has all but vanished from the sky. The last time you ate was around midday. By now, you probably would've eaten dinner with the others at the inn, but...

"Oh shit, the others." Your mind suddenly jumps back to your poor stranded escort squad back at the inn. You initially planned to send them a message once you got down the mountain, but now... "Xiao, at the inn - uh, the place I came from - there's some people who were with me. Can you please go and tell them what happened and apologize for me?" you say in a rush. "They-"

The yaksha vanishes in a flash of teal light before you have a chance to describe your companions. ...Well, you're grateful that he understood the urgency of the situation, at least. You gnaw at your lip, imagining their reaction to you suddenly up and disappearing. Fuck. Sorry, guys. I didn't think I wouldn't be able to teleport back OR get down. Have they stayed put at the inn, or did they spread out to search for you? What does one do when the person they're guarding literally vanishes into thin air?

Well, panic, probably.

You slide down against the cave wall, internally cringing and apologizing again. You're fairly confident Xiao will be able to find them if anyone can, but between this and the Mondstadt incident, you really need to stop disappearing on people who are trying to help you.

Well, this is the last time, I swear, you resolve. I will not randomly go off somewhere again without at least telling somebody I'm with where I'm going.

...Probably.

You flick a pebble at the wall across from you. It bounces off a jagged edge, skittering across the floor and landing by your foot. You stare at it for a moment before picking it up and repeating the motion.

You're bored.

It's hard to say how long it's been since Xiao left. The last ray of sunlight disappeared shortly after he did, and the minutes crawl by in the darkness of the cave. You don't risk dragging yourself over to the entrance to see if you can catch a glimpse of the moon, though. If there are any more enemies nearby, you're fucked. You could call for the yaksha again, of course, but the two of you are on questionable terms as-is, so you'd hate to incur his wrath unnecessarily.

If you could handle the enemies, that would be another story. But, for whatever reason, whatever powers you apparently have don't seem to work like they're supposed to. Exhibit A: the waypoint. Which could be the fault of the waypoint and not you, but you have your doubts. Especially since...

"Wind," you say, willing a gust of air to sweep through the tunnel. "I mean, anemo. Air. Breeze. Come on, work with me here." You sweep your arm like a catalyst user, but nothing happens except an unhappy grumble from your stomach.

Exhibit B. You lean back against the wall again. You thought maybe if Xiao couldn't teleport with you, maybe you'd be able to teleport yourself in the same way, but it seems that's not going to happen. "That's why the things were made", he said. Are you not actually able to wield the elements, despite being the Divine Creator? Is your golden blood just for show? You already can't understand the language - not really, anyway. And after spending some more time here, it's as you thought before: even if you did manage to learn the language of Teyvat, you'd never be able to speak it. You can already imagine your vocal chords weeping after a single sentence.

Will you only ever be able to interact with this world through (formerly) playable characters?

You sigh, which turns into a shiver. Without the sun, and this high up in the mountains, it's understandably a bit chilly. Maybe you should give your powers another shot.

You sweep your arm half-heartedly. "Pyro-" The cave is suddenly bathed in warm light, and you excitedly sit up straight. Was that me? Did I do that?!

...But no, it's no doing of your own. A small wrapped parcel falls at your feet. "Here," Xiao says bluntly. His face is illuminated by the soft glow of a torch, which he's holding stiffly out, indicating for you to take it. His brow is furrowed slightly, but in this lighting it's hard to tell if he's irritated or if that's merely his neutral face. You take the torch quickly, just in case.

"Did-" you start, but he disappears before you can get any further. You slump a bit at being brushed off, but your attention switches to the abandoned parcel before you can dwell on it too much. It seems to have been wrapped in a haste, tied with a very elaborate-looking bow made of slightly frayed twine. Should I open it?

But then again, it might not even be for you in the first place. After all, the torch was the only thing Xiao specifically handed you. It's entirely possible the package is his, and he just dropped it on accident. If so, you're definitely better off not messing with it.

You eye the fancy bow some more. ...Not exactly Xiao's style, though.

Cautiously, you use your free hand to pull the package towards you. The contents shift - there's multiple things inside. You pull the end of the twine, and the wrapping falls open.

A sweet, smokey aroma fills the cave, and you inhale agressively. Food. Eagerly, you push back the edges and peer inside. Ham, bacon, and sausage are stuffed into the package, along with a pair of chopsticks and a single sprig of mint for decoration. One slice of ham has some kind of sauce drizzled on in the shape of a messy six-pointed star.

Your eyes widen. Die Heilige Sinfonie!

There's no doubt about it. It's Fischl's special dish: identical to the cold cut platter, except it's freshly made and piping hot.

You beam. He found them.

With impeccable timing, the adeptus reappears, holding a flask of water and a thick bundle of fabric in his arms. He barely spares you a glance before setting them down a few feet away and vanishing again immediately. You blink: it's a sleeping bag, along with a small pillow and an extra blanket.

Xiao is a puzzle. You know there's something he's hiding, and his initial cold reaction is admittedly concerning... but despite that, he actually seems quite willing to help you, even if he's being a bit prickly about it. He reminds you a bit of a cat, and you stifle a laugh with a bite of ham.

Thank you, Xiao.

You get about halfway through the meal before he returns again, this time with arms full of tinder. He dumps it all off to the side of the cave before squatting down and starting to build a campfire. "I hungulg the thing," he states.

Damn, he's efficient. Not only did he find your companions as you asked, but he's also anticipated your other needs and acted preemptively, AND he's had spare time to take a look at the problematic waypoint already. All feats made easier by teleportation no doubt, but impressive nonetheless. For someone who spends a lot of time by himself, he's better at taking care of someone than you expected.

"...So...?"

"...Things aren't looking good for you."

"Ah, fuck. It's broken, isn't it?"

He eyes you, and you belatedly realize it's the first time you've sworn out loud. Not very Creator-like of you. Perhaps he didn't understand that word, though, because he continues normally. "No, the thing is fine. Which means the qupfavs is you."

You pale when your mind fills in the blank, but his gaze merely shifts back to his work, completely unfazed. "If you used the thing to get here, you should be able to get back, too. I have no uepg what you did kravb."

You swallow your food. "I don't know, either." It was the exact same thing both times, wasn't it?

He sighs deeply and holds his hand out to you for the torch, taking it to light the now-built campfire. "We'll see bavvaqax. For now, eat. Then sleep." He summons his polearm and strolls toward the cave entrance. "I will be here." He speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, but it's comforting to hear, knowing how diligent he is. The vigilant yaksha truly lives up to his moniker.

It makes you all the more aware of your shortcomings.

"Hey, Xiao." The yaksha turns his head slightly in acknowledgement, but keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon as he takes his place guarding the entrance. You take it as a sign to continue. "I've been thinking. I'm... the Creator, right?" It feels weird to say out loud, especially since no one's been able to confirm it verbally to you yet. "Why can't I leave the same way as you?" Why can't I teleport anywhere in Teyvat at the drop of a hat? Why can't I levitate chunks of rocks and build myself a staircase to get down from this stupid mountain? Why can't I summon even the slightest breeze? "Why can't I do anything?"

He exhales through his nose. "Why could you?"

It's not the answer you expected. "What do you mean?"

He shifts his posture without looking back. "Why would you be able to do that if you haven't learned how?"

...Huh. That... somehow did not occur to you before. In your defense, you'd kind of assumed if you were an all-powerful being, you'd just naturally be able to do cool stuff by wanting it to happen. Apparently not. But then again, most of your assumptions so far have been wrong, so it's no surprise if what he says is true.

If anything, you think it might actually be good news. Now that you think of it, you have a vague recollection of the Traveler being instructed by Paimon, too. Maybe your situation isn't as hopeless as you thought it might be. "In that case, you can teach me, right? Then I can do it."

For a few moments, the adeptus does not respond. In fact, he gives no sign at all that he even heard what you said, merely staring off into the distance without moving. You can't see the expression on his face when he finally sighs.

"No. I can't." His words ring with such a sense of finality that you can't bring yourself to say anything else on the matter. In silence, you finish your (hot) cold cut platter and climb into your sleeping bag while he continues guarding the entrance.

Given your circumstances, you don't expect to fall asleep quickly. But you must feel safe, because it's not long before your eyelids start to feel heavy, and you begin to nod off. You were traveling the whole day, after all.

As you teeter on the edge of consciousness, you think you hear Xiao say something. But the words are distant and quiet, and you can't tell if you heard right, or if it was just wishful thinking in the first place. Or perhaps you're already asleep after all. Regardless, the words stick in the back of your mind.

"Also... I never said I wasn't happy to see you again."

Dread curdles in your stomach at the familiar scene. Your friends and loved ones are gathered before you again, but this is isn't right. This isn't real.

It's a dream, you repeat to yourself, trying to subconsciously block out what you know comes next. A dream. But acknowledging that fact doesn't make it disappear. You are helpless to escape the inevitable, no matter how much you wish it.

No. Not again. I don't want to see this again.

A light breeze ruffles your hair, as if answering your plea. You stiffen at the unusual sensation. This isn't a part of the dream you know.

But the wind brushes your cheek softly, sweeping away a lone tear. Slowly, you begin to relax. And then, one by one... the people fade. The scenery changes, and you're left standing in a field of flowers with nothing but the sound of a distant flute for company.

Ah, is your last thought before you sink deeper into the realm of unconsciousness, it's you.

[bloodiegawz]

YUUSONA OVERVIEW

Ah my girl who is so sleepy tired all of the time. I don't post anything about him because I've been reworking his story like fifty billion times lmao

More information is under the cut! (As well as a copy of the information in the image)

Student Information

Name: Bo

- aka Roro (Ace + Ruggie), Shrimpy (Floyd)

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 17

"Tired, sarcastic, and distant- that's the new prefect of Ramshackle Dorm at a glance. He doesn't seem to do much of anything and attends classes to pass the time. While from another world, he isn't very adamant about getting back to it. He currently acts as NRC's photographer and reporter, albeit not very seriously."

Class: 1-A

Club: None

"Behind his usual demeanor is a very affectionate and easily flustered girl. He absolutely has a soft spot for his friends... which is only exploited sometimes. For food, usually."

Story

Bo does not remember much of his past. While some memories are stronger, most of it is blurry, especially in more recent times. He misses it, although it's hard to have an attachment to something that just isn't there. His strange apathy to his situation and foggy memory have led him to his own theory- that he died, and is currently in some sort of afterlife.

If he remembers anything vividly, he loves to share about his old world, and will continue to ramble until he runs out of memory to go off of. At which point he may or may not start making things up, but no one can actually call him out on it.

Bo is not a very involved person. He prefers to watch things happen rather than contribute to them, so he keeps his head down. He even managed to upkeep the guise of having magic- for a little while, at least, until it ended up putting others in danger.

His role in the grand story is one of an observer who got roped into something bigger. He has friends, grudges, and actions with consequences- but ultimately no great effect on what's happening around him. As such, the main story remains essentially unchanged.

Trivia

Birthday: ???

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Journaling, bugs, not this mess (thanks Crowley)

Dislikes: Loud noises

Hobbies: Bug collecting

Favorite food: Fried rice

Least favorite food: Tomatoes

- Hormonal issues georg

- ^ Currently experimenting with potions to help with this (with... mixed results)

- Formed a pack bond with Savanaclaw like immediately

- Has random bouts of energy and is sometimes seen running around campus just for fun

- Not officially in a club, but visits most of them to "report" on their activities (he is being incredibly distracting)

- Owns a back brace and knee sleeve, though he often forgets to wear them

- Will get sick if around too many spells

- Sometimes called a zombie for his dead-eyed appearance

- Vaguely aware of Disney canon but he doesn't care enough to think about it

- Bites

[malichev]

I'm going to say this once because people, especially fanatics, don't understand: Forever isn't being canceled because he only made problematic jokes, he's being canceled because there's a possibility he was involved with minors. Ah, but he changed, he regretted it...´´ This depends on each person's interpretation, from my point of view he didn't regret doing it, he regretted being caught. He made 3 statements:

1- He did it as a form of mockery, focusing on saying that he was going to sue Twitter.

2-He said the same as the first, only in a calmer tone, focusing on apologizing in the middle, but on Twitter he was liking threads with misogynistic and outdated arguments to justify his actions. The Thread wasn't even made by a person specialized in law, and it showed some stupid texts about how young girls of 15, for example, should mature soon, and blah blah blahc. (At 20 he should have matured too, right).

3-The third one he made a more decent request, but not because he recognized the error but because he lost support from a lot of people. Why do I think this? He literally needed a third statement, if it had been done correctly from the beginning, he could have stopped at the first. He further insulted that Twitter ``made'' people move away from him, which is a lie, he made others move away from him with all his dubious attitudes, with the controversy surrounding involvement with minors and the way who addressed the matter in his first statement. No one is forced to put their hand in the fire for a guy they met on the Minecraft server 8 months ago, they don't even spend 24 hours together. That's why he was removed from the QSMP project.

And the fanatics don't understand that this is why, they think it's just because of the problematic jokes and they keep comparing the mistakes of other CC's who have already withdrawn, and still suffer the consequences of their mistakes, to eliminate Forever's responsibility to bear with its own consequences. Stop acting like a lawyer and let his lawyers do the work. If he's innocent, great, if not, no. But whether people stay away from him, like other CC's, or friends or even the public, it's each person's choice, how the person feels about the whole situation.

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #38!

Character: Chase (RBA)

Word count: 482

“Have an ETA on your arrival?”

Emergencies or no, days at the academy were never dull. Nowadays, however, even the most action-packed shifts were more mundane than life on the front lines had ever been. Chase had just finished up with a well-deserved lunch break when the call from Blades came through. Moments later, he was up and cleaning before heading off to his next big task for the day: recruit training.

With the most exciting part of his days revolving around young trainees anymore, Chase had been left with more and more time to catch up on the more leisurely parts of the workplace that needed tending to. Before he knew it, life had gone from an absolute standstill to a steady flow… and he was starting to experience the consequences.

A little bit of weight gain after things had settled was expected, especially for bots in his field. Chase had gone from the long, cold nights of war to cushy days in his office rather suddenly, and the results of such were anticipated. For him, however, the added weight almost seemed too much.

“On my way,” Chase said as he headed down the hall towards the training center. “What are we working with today, Blades? Any newcomers? Newbies? Anything I should—“

The automatic sliding doors had already begun to open as Chase walked closer, but somehow, he still managed to get himself wedged in between. He was panicked at first, not sure what to make of the situation, but as soon as Chase realized the root of the problem—his hanging belly and rather sizable aft practically trapping him in place—his fear became embarrassment.

“Chase?” Blades called over the comms. “You there? The kids are here. Should I start—“

“Just…” Chase grunted with exertion, one servo propped against the doorframe as he tried to forcefully squeeze himself free. “Just give me a moment. I’ve run into some… ah—technical difficulties.”

“What? Where are you? Chase, are you hurt?”

The struggle free himself from the doors took quite a bit of focus, which meant Blades was left without an answer for quite a bit of time. After a few more failed attempts at grunting, pushing, and pulling, Chase finally gave up. He lifted his free servo to his comm link, a huffing and shaking sigh accompanying the most embarrassing call he would likely ever make.

“There’s no need to worry,” he said, giving the doors another experimental push. “I’m a little caught up at the moment is all.”

“I can imagine,” came the familiar voice from… well, from right across the hall. “Need a hand there, big guy?”

Startled, Chase whipped his helm and found himself staring back at the amused and smug expression Blades wore. Behind him stood the dozen or so trainees, each struggling to contain their own levels of amusement. Talk about embarrassing.

“Ah, slag.”

[pavo-ocxllus]

« rewind. / pause. / fast forward. »

"ah, you're back." 

shinobu was the first person you saw as you walked through the doors of fontaine legal firm once again. "i won't lie to you, i was starting to think something had happened when you didn't show up until now—halfway through our lunch break."

"i guess i've been that busy, heh..." you rubbed the nape of your neck sheepishly. 

"be careful not to overwork yourself... i know we had just thrown a rookie like you into our messy work situation on the first day, but let me know if you need some time to yourself."

"don't worry about me!" you grinned. "after what i've been through, i can take anything you got!"

the green-haired, young woman smiled, her violet eyes crinkling a bit. "alright then... go ahead and have your lunch break."

"got it!"

"do you need me to get to your cubicle? it should have no name plate on it yet."

you assured her that you'd be fine, and off you went in search for your little office. ah, to be an official attorney! there was nothing like having a well-deserved break after the few hours that gone by... maybe you'd ought to get a little bit more work done to get ahead.

speak of the devil, you've heard your phone buzz from your pocket. fishing it out, you opened it up, seeing you got few texts.

ah, if it isn't by beloved partner! (well, soon-to-be beloved partner, but i digress.)

unfortunately, the lack of evidence for our cases is holding us down. me and my acquaintance are working to search for some (specifically for the case regarding itto) and i was wondering if you would like to join the two of us? it'd serve as a great learning opportunity! ;)

- heizou

the way he questionably texts like he talks and how he somehow got your number we're pushed to the back of your mind when you suddenly heard yanfei from the distance.

"[name]!" before you could greet her back, she cut you off with your news. "great news! we're making a little bit of progress in tartaglia's case!! not-so-great news, he kind of broke out of prison-"

"WHAT—yanfei, you can't just say that-!"

"it's alright!! the police are already on the case... and if he doesn't show up to his court date, he'll get a bench warrant and be back in custody so we could run his trial! though, it isn't exactly guaranteed if we'll ever find him..."

the young attorney started to mutter herself, walking away from your shocked figure as her words started to become more and more incomprehensible.

you sighed to yourself, before looking at your lunch again. this was definitely a matter that would require a better state of mind... and for that, you need to get some food in your system.

unfortunately, your plans to eat were thwarted once more.

"hey."

upon hearing the familiar voice before digging into  the undoubtedly delicious lunch you've packed, you narrowed your eyes before glancing behind you. 'lo and behold, alhaitham was standing before you.

"you."

"i was about to think you've changed after we graduated from law school, but i suppose i'm incorrect," the way he talked never failed to vex you.

did he even work here? maybe shinobu was correct about overworking yourself and you were reaping the consequences of your actions by having delusions. however, it only took a glimpse of his i.d. badge mirroring your nonexistent one to (unfortunately) confirm that he indeed, worked here.

"what do you want?" you asked, then taking your lunch to set it on your lap and started to unpack it—you weren't about to let him further delay your lunch!

"shinobu still insists for me to work with somebody on my case... and given you're not the lead attorney in any cases as far as i know, i'm considering to push our quarreling aside in the name of professionalism."

that was the most eloquence he carried in his voice when he talked to you... but never mind that! 

↳ agree to work with him. perhaps it was about time to set aside your differences and be mature, working adults for once!

↳ you can't—you're dead set on finding tartaglia. something tells you that you won't find him unless you're there yourself... but that could be just uneasiness.

↳ you weren't planning on going with heizou to go evidence hunting—but that seems to be a way more interesting than whatever alhaitham's doing.

↳ you were on your lunch break for a reason! refuse to work with him—you have some more important things to attend to.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫? 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞! <𝟑

[jaladwolf]

Giggly Grizzly Bear

Been a while since I’ve written any fics, so have this random TK fic I made.

CW: Possible swearing, brother fluff, My AU and of course tickling! If you don’t like it, then don’t read (IDK what else to tell you). Also, DNI if you are N$FW/F€stish, Pro/Comship!

Cast: Freddy, Goldie

Summary: Freddy’s been being a grumpy pants all day, so his little brother decides to try and cheer him up and put a smile on his face.

Today was not a good day for Freddy. There was a rowdy customer in the restaurant during a birthday party that morning and it ended just as well as you would expect it. So it was only logical that he would be in a bit of a bad mood when after hours rolled around. Freddy was now sitting on the stage by himself, trying to get his mind off of what happened, but it was too no avail.

It was only then that Goldie decided it would be the perfect time to annoy him. He was already in a grumpy mood and the last thing he wanted was to deal with him.

“What do you want Goldie?”

His tone was tired and had a hint of anger in it. But Goldie, being ever so persistent, kept trying to try to talk to him.

“Aww come on Fredster! I just wanna talk.”

Goldie gave him a playful pout, which only seemed to further annoy the brown bear. He knew he wasn’t stop until he got what he wanted. But what was it that he wanted exactly? He could care less.

“Leave me alone.”

Freddy turned his back to his little brother as he crossed his arms. This however only seemed to make the golden bear want to annoy him even more.

“Come on, perk up a bit! You know you wanna-”

“F*ck off Goldie.”

Goldie was a bit taken aback by his brother suddenly swearing. It was clear that he was in a bad mood and didn’t wanna be bothered. But at the same time, Goldie wanted to make him smile and it’s then that he had the perfect tactic on how to achieve that.

He leaned a bit closer to his brother, a sly grin on his face.

“Alright Mr. GrumpyPants. You can either cheer up or I can make you…”

Freddy turned his head a bit when he heard him say that before rolling his eyes. Seriously, how could he possibly cheer him up in this situation? There wasn’t anything he could do to possibly-

“Ghh’hk!”

His thoughts were cut off by his brother squeezing his sides, causing him to let out a yelp. He turned to his brother with a glare as he felt his face flush a bit.

“Wh-… what was that for?!”

Goldie giggled a bit at his brother’s reaction. Now he had the brown bear’s attention, and there was no way he was gonna stop now. Without warning, he pounced on him before he began tickling his brother’s sides, wiggling his fingers up and down. The reaction he got was almost immediate as Freddy burst into a fit of giggly chuckles.

”Hehehahaha! Gol-Goldiehehe, quit it!

“Ah ah ah, no protesting now. I told you to cheer up and you refused. Now, you have to have to suffer the consequences!”

Goldie cackled a bit seeing his brother attempting to push his hands off, causing him to move his tickling to his underarms, raking his claws across the sensitive area, making his brother let out a giggly yelp as he dissolved into another fit of laughter.

”Sto-stohohop! F*ck!”

Goldie let out a fake offended gasp when he heard his brother swear again.

“Freddy Fazbear! Swearing is not allowed onstage. I’m sorry, but such an action cannot go unpunished.”

With a sly grin, Goldie moved his hands down to his hips, squeezing and gently scratching the area with his claws. Freddy immediately let out a squeal as he desperately tried to push his little brother’s hands away. At this point was a laughing and flustered mess as he began flailing helplessly trying to get him to stop, but to no avail.

“Kehehahaha! Sto-stop ihit! I’m sorry!”

Goldie chuckled a bit at his brother’s begging. He couldn’t help but find it hilarious how this pile of laughter was actually his usually serious brother.

“Hmm, I don’t know.”

Goldie temporarily stopped his tickling, but moved his hands to his belly, not doing anything just yet. Freddy, knowing what was gonna happen next, immediately grew nervous as he looked at his brother with anticipation.

“Y-you wouldn’t…”

“Depends. Are you still gonna be a GrumpyPants?”

Freddy just rolled his eyes, which gave Goldie the go-ahead to keep tickling him as he began tickling his belly as he kneaded and prodded the soft spot, turning Freddy into a pile of laughter all over again. To make matters even worse, Goldie had begun blowing raspberries onto the side of his neck, a spot which Freddy both favored and despised at the same time.

“EYAHAHAAAHAHA! GO-GOLDIE, NAHAHAHA!”

At this point, Fred thought that his voicebox was gonna give out. Goldie seemed to take note of this as well and decided to cease his attack. With one last raspberry on his neck, he finally stopped, allowing Freddy to catch his breath as he tried to give his brother a glare.

“Hah… hah… J-jeez, you’re horrible…”

Goldie giggled a bit as he hugged his brother, clearly glad that his little scheme had worked.

“Heheh… Aww, love you too big bro!”

Freddy let out an exhaustive sigh as he let his little brother hug him. As annoying and scheming as he could, he was glad to still have Goldie in his life despite everything that’s happened.

And done, finally! This was honestly really fun to write. Hope y’all enjoy it!