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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months

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stumbling into you

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'meet-cute at work' rated: M wc: 999 cw: sexual innuendo, semi-public handsy making out tags: making out, getting together, rock star Eddie Munson, modern au

a/n: let me just say getting this under 1000 words took longer than it took to write the original 1484 words it was 🙁

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Steve's first day was going better than expected.

He'd admittedly lied about his skills to get this job, but how hard could it be to run errands?

A metal band in need of throat lozenges and hot tea was in the studio now.

Easy enough task to do.

When he walked into the control room, it seemed empty.

He looked back and checked the room number on the door.

"Let me help."

Steve turned to see the hottest guy he'd ever seen standing by the mixing board starting to walk over to him.

"Oh. Okay," Steve stuttered out.

"Let me grab the teas," the man said, his hand brushing against Steve's.

"I can just-" Steve let him, flushing when he smiled at him. "I could have set them on the table."

"It's okay, you've got your hands full..." he looked at the badge hanging off his lanyard. "Steve?"

"Yeah, sorry. First day."

"Really?" The man took the pack of throat lozenges from him, opening the bag and popping one in his mouth. "Welcome then. I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other over the next month or so."

"Do you record here a lot?"

"Yeah. We've got this studio booked solid for the next three weeks. Album needs to be perfect and we always get the best quality here."

"So do you sing?"

"I sing. Lead guitar, too."

"Is it a band I know?"

The man looked him over, taking in his business casual appearance, glasses slipping down his nose.

"I don't think we play anything you've listened to. Corroded Coffin?"

"My little brother listens to you! His mom never let him go to a concert though, said it would be too rough on him. He's kinda small for his age and she worries." Steve bit his lip. "Sorry, rambling."

"Cute, Stevie."

Steve blushed.

"I'm Eddie."

"Steve."

"Yeah, Stevie, I got that. You like any metal?" Eddie was clearly trying to have a real conversation with him, but Steve was drawing a blank on what the English language was.

"Never listened to any."

"You wanna listen? Something's off, but I can't put my finger on what. Maybe you could give me an idea."

"M-me?" Steve's eyes went wide.

"Yes, you," Eddie nudged him and tipped his head towards the mixing board. "C'mon, honest opinion."

"I-"

"Pleeeease?" Eddie pouted.

"Okay, but I don't really know what good is supposed to sound like," Steve agreed, walking to the board.

"Good is relative. If you think it sounds like metal music should, that's at least on the right track," Eddie pushed a couple of buttons and flipped a switch.

A surprisingly soft guitar melody filled the room, followed by a husky voice singing.

"This sounds..."

"Sounds?"

"You sound sad."

"Well, that's kind of what I was going for, so I guess that's a good thing."

The music cut off and Steve immediately wished he could hear more.

"Do you have other stuff recorded?" Steve suddenly needed to hear more of Eddie's voice.

"You wanna hear more?"

"If you want?"

Eddie flipped another switch, pressed a button, and a much faster guitar started playing, followed by heavy drums.

"This one doesn't have vocals."

Steve wouldn't listen to this regularly, but he could admit when people were talented, and it was very clear that Eddie and his band were talented.

"You're really good," Steve smiled at him.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Eddie shut off the music and stood up.

He leaned closer to Steve, playful smirk on his face.

"You wanna go in the booth?"

"I'm not allowed."

"I'm allowed and I'm asking, so." Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, making Steve giggle.

"Okay, sure."

Once in the small booth, Steve felt overwhelmed with Eddie's presence.

His body heat was enough to make Steve sweat.

"You do all the lead vocals?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Since day one," Eddie said from right behind him, so close his breath hit the back of Steve's neck.

Steve shivered, closing his eyes as he felt Eddie's hand rest on his lower back.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to," Eddie whispered against his shoulder.

"I don't," Steve gasped.

Eddie turned him, pushing him against the wall behind him.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie breathed against his lips.

Steve nodded, a whimper escaping his mouth as Eddie's lips touched his.

Eddie was a soft chorus, a soft kiss.

A soft moan when Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

Eddie's fingers gripped Steve's hips, tugging him forward so their hips met, both already half hard.

"Wait," Steve said when Eddie started kissing down his neck. "When will they be back?"

"Don't know." Eddie nipped at one of Steve's freckles. "Don't care."

Steve moaned again when Eddie's hand found the front of his pants.

"What if-"

"Don't know. Don't care."

Steve threw his head back as Eddie's hand cupped him over his pants.

"Fuck, feels good."

"How fast can you come?" Eddie's hand squeezed, almost making Steve's legs buckle.

"I-"

"Eddie! Thought you were joining us!" A voice yelled.

"Be there in a few! Just wanted to check something!" Eddie yelled back.

"You're a workaholic!"

Eddie checked through the crack in the door to make sure the person left before he turned back to Steve with a sad smile.

"I probably should join them." Eddie cupped the side of Steve's face in his hand. "Maybe after your shift we can meet up?"

"Really?"

"Really, sweetheart."

"Oh. Um, I guess. I mean, it's probably against the rules, but I can give you my number?"

"I won't let them fire you. I made the move, right?" Eddie dipped his thumb into Steve's mouth for just a second, teasing.

Eddie may have made the first move, but Steve was quick to make the next one that night, not giving Eddie a second to say hi before he was in his lap in the backseat of a hired car.

Steve's job had a lot of perks, but gaining a boyfriend was definitely the best one.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #meet cute

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vagabond-umlaut · 3 months

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transmigrator, meet manipulator

Chapter 1 of functio laesa Gojo x Fem!Reader; Geto & Reader [platonic]; Canon Divergent AU; Isekai. Fluff & Angst & Drama & Humor; Reincarnation; Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies; Incredibly Self-Indulgent; Eventual Happy Ending; Eventual Friendships & Romance.

I've jumped on the Isekai bandwagon, y'all. [And I don't regret it one bit.] [Yet.]

Chapter warnings: Mentions of dying, accidents and panicking. Cult leader Geto.

Many ways exist for one to start a story.

They can write a duel. A confession. A query. A mansion. Or even introduce a character if they wanna.

But no.

You don't start your story any of these ways.

You start it by screeching. Then fainting.

If not totally, quite a bit– oh, who are you even kidding– you're totally freaking out, girl.

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Dying is sad.

Sadder if you're dying with so many dreams unfulfilled.

Saddest if you're dying in one world, only to find yourself in another world, before realising you'll die [again] in this new world.

Sounds like one hell of an overdramatic overreaction, right?

It won't when your eyes open to a person with black eyes and black hair and bangs. Next move to the 2014 in bold on the wall calendar. Then finally fall on the traditional Buddhist monk robes worn by him... Oh, no way in hell—

A terrified shiver racks through your body; you try your best to hide it as you smile politely at the man.

"Um, hey."

Geto looks at you blankly for a while longer, before cracking a genial smile. In another universe, he would have made an excellent actor, you're sure.

"How are you feeling now?" he asks warmly, moving from the sofa to the chair beside your bed; you really wish he didn't, "You sure do look much better than when I found you."

"I'm better now," you reply, still smiling despite not really wanting to. Then add, wanting to continue your tirade of politeness as a survival tactic, "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital, by the way. I'm sure I would've bled out from my injuries if not for you. Thank you, Geto-san."

Whatever response you might have expected, a pair of wide eyes certainly wasn't a part of them. Geto looks at you, baffled, for another moment, before coughing up a visibly startled chuckle.

"Ah, there's no need to thank me, Miss. I was simply doing what I deemed right. Though I must say..." He trails off for a beat, before resuming, a smirk playing on his features, "I'm pleasantly surprised to see you interact with me so freely. I was thinking you might run for the hills on waking up and seeing me the first thing, from the way you screamed at me earlier today."

"Haha, sorry," you say sheepishly, not knowing how to form a seemingly legit reply.

You definitely cannot say you were scared shitless then, seeing a 2D character in the flesh. Even more for it being the genocidal villain from your favourite anime movie. No, you definitely cannot even utter that.

You ultimately decide to settle for something half-truth-y, "I was terribly shocked then, I think. Not in the right mental space after being hit by a vehic–"

A ringtone cuts you off in the middle of your strained apology. For the first time in your life [lives?], you feel happy for being interrupted while speaking. The man plucks his phone out, wrinkles folding his forehead as he glances at the screen. Only to cut the call in the next instant, shooting you a contrite smile as he rises from his seat.

"Sorry to cut short our little talk, Miss," The man sounds genuinely apologetic; you know better though, "But I'm sure we'll meet again. Soon enough. There are many questions I need you to answer, you see."

"Of course, Geto-san," you chuckle, sagging in relief inside when he finally, frigging finally, steps towards the door. And quite possibly– no, definitely out of your life too. 'Cause there's no way in hell you will let him meet you again. New world or not, you know you have to AND YOU WILL get as far as possible from this–

Geto pauses. One hand on the doorknob. Head twisted slightly to show you a closed-eye smile.

"I never introduced myself once tonight," he hums, "nor did I find you on a road. I found you in the middle of a deserted forest."

A second passes. Or maybe ten. Or maybe sixty. You don't know. You're too busy panicking to know.

Your savior's [more like, future slaughterer's] smile grows impossibly wider. The air feels impossibly colder.

"Goodnight Miss," he says, opening the door. The lights from the room spill into the dark corridor outside. "We will meet again."

'Looks-like-a-cinnamon-roll-but-will-kill-you' Geto and 'Looks-like-a-cinnamon-roll-and-is-a-very-jumpy-one' Reader.

What can ever go wrong?

Divider by @benkeibear. Header from Pinterest. I don't own the characters used here.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #kit posts 📝

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eriquin · 11 months

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The Prophetic D&D Game

I'm going to try something new and post bits on tumblr instead of straight to ao3. We'll see how far I get. Tagging @2btheanswertothequestion because she was interested.

Now with Part 2

“All right, Hellfire club, listen up. I’ve got a new campaign for you,” Eddie said as he swept into the room. He’d arrived late and looked harried.

“Yeah, duh,” Gareth said. “We spent all of last week making characters for your Cult of Vecna run.”

“No, not that.” Eddie shoved at the character sheets in front of them all. “Put those away, this is something different.”

“What the hell?” Jeff asked. “If we’re not playing Cult of Vecna then why did you give Grant so much shit on Monday about missing it?”

“Bup-bup-bup!” Eddie said, putting one hand in front of Jeff’s face as the other dropped a lumpy canvas bag onto the table. “I didn’t know on Monday what I know now. He’s still a dipshit for missing Hellfire but that just means he doesn’t get to participate in my newest bout of brilliance.”

The three youngest Hellfire members glanced at each other nervously. “Uh, what’s going on?” Dustin asked cautiously. “What are we playing instead?”

Eddie straightened up and drew a folder from his bag. “Gentlemen! I have been struck by inspiration. This new run came to me in a dream, and I spent the past two days developing it—”

“This is why you skipped?” Gareth crossed his arms. “Dude, you’re going to fail again!”

Eddie gasped with dramatic offense and clasped his hand to his heart. “Just for that, Gareth, you pick your character last!”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Oh, you made the characters, too? Christ, you’re such a dictator.”

“No more backtalk from you,” Eddie said. He flailed in Gareth’s direction with the folder but didn’t hit him. He sighed and grabbed the edge of his throne to pull it closer to the table. “And I didn’t make all the details of the characters. I just started them out. You can pick what they look like and all that jazz.” He opened the folder and took out a stack of papers to pass around.

Mike, sitting just to his left, took the stack from him. “Joe the human fighter? With a spiked club for a weapon? Huh. His charisma’s awful high, isn’t it?”

“Just share them with the group, Wheeler,” Eddie said. “I’m going to make you all roll to see who picks first, except for Gare-bear here because he’s judgemental.”

Mike put the stack in the middle of the table and they each picked up a character to read over. The group was quiet for a minute as they read through the pages. Lucas spoke up first. “So what kind of story is it?” he asked.

“I’m glad you asked, Sinclair,” Eddie said. He stood up and started to circle the table. “A terrible tragedy has rocked your little castle town. There’s been a grisly murder, and there’s something almost ritualistic about it. The guards have someone they suspect, but this group of intrepid adventures has information about what really happened. They know that the guards won’t believe them, and they have to act fast if they want to prevent more deaths.”

“So, it’s a murder mystery?” Dustin asked. “That sounds awesome.”

Eddie grinned down at him as he stretched his arms out over the backs of Lucas and Jeff’s chairs. “It is, and it isn’t. There’s definitely something sinister and supernatural afoot.”

“Wait. Half of these characters are chicks,” Mike said with a sneer.

“As is half of the population, Wheeler,” Eddie said. He looked completely unimpressed with Mike’s attitude. “What’s your point?”

“There’s only three guys to pick from, and there’s five of us. Do you really expect us to play as girls?”

Eddie gave him another deadpan look before turning to Gareth. “Gare-bear, you’re no longer picking last. Wheeler is.”

“Hey!” Mike yelled.

“Ha!” Gareth pointed at him and grinned. “I will admit that this sounds intriguing. You haven’t answered the question about how long we’ll be playing this, though.”

Eddie scratched his head as he walked back to his throne. “I think it’s probably only a session or two? Depends on what you guys do with it.” He steepled his fingers and peered at his players. “So, are you all in?”

There were some shrugs and a round of silent communication around the table. “I still want to play Cult of Vecna,” Jeff said, “but I didn’t really want to start it without Grant. So yeah, I’m in.”

“I love murder mysteries, so I’m definitely in,” Dustin said.

Lucas nodded enthusiastically while Mike let out a very put-upon sigh and threw up his hands as he conceded that it sounded okay. True to form, Eddie made each of them roll to see who went first for picking a character. He snatched up Mike’s die before it landed and tutted at him. “I wasn’t kidding about you picking last, Wheeler.”

“Aww, come on,” Mike said. “I don’t want to play a girl.”

Lucas had rolled the highest number. He shook his head at Mike. “To be honest, I don’t want to see Mike play a girl either,” he said. “It would probably be offensive.”

“Point made, Sinclair,” Eddie said. “Who are you picking?”

Lucas grinned and reached across the table for one of the character sheets. “Sadie the thief,” he said.

“Really? Not going to be a fighter this time?” Dustin asked.

“Nah, Sadie looked cool. Kind of reminds me of someone, you know?” He picked up the character sheet and set it in front of him.

“Dusty-buns!” Eddie said cheerfully.

“One time,” Dustin muttered. “You heard my mom call me that one time...”

“You’re up next. Who are you picking?”

“I’m gonna go for the thief,” Dustin said. “Gaten the halfling. He sounds cool.”

“I thought you’d like him,” Eddie said. He stood up and leaned over the table to watch as Jeff flipped through the four remaining characters. “What are you thinking, Jeffster?”

Jeff hummed to himself. “It’s an investigation, right? I think I’ll go with Caleb. It says he’s a junior member of the town guard... Could be useful.”

“Excellent choice, Jeffinald. How about you, Gare-bear? We are down to three options.”

Gareth stood up so he could take a better look at the three remaining character sheets. “Did you write one up for Grant, too? Even though he wouldn’t be here?”

“No, these are just the ones I needed for the story,” Eddie said. “I actually have a seventh PC that will be introduced later in the story, if you all make it that far. If Grant wants, he can join us.”

“Fascinating,” Gareth said. “What do you think, all? Should I pick the fighter and make Mike speak in a falsetto for the rest of the campaign?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “He’s going to be insufferable if you do.”

“Hey, I’m right here!” Mike said.

“Yeah, and he’s already insufferable,” Lucas added.

“You guys are just—”

“Well just for that!” Gareth said loudly, slapping his hand down on the table. The freshmen jumped in place. He grinned at their reaction. “I, frankly, have no problem playing a lady. I will be Maya, the lovely magic user. Both her and Natalia seem more interesting than the fighter.” He slid the last two character sheets across the table to Mike.

Everyone turned to watch him evaluate the options. “Wait, Natalia’s an elven cleric? I thought elves couldn’t be clerics.”

“DM’s discretion,” Eddie said. “A lot of those class and ability restrictions are a load of crap. Do we really think elves aren’t in tune with the gods? That’s just dumb.”

“Yeah, you know we have some house rules,” Jeff said.

Mike as he read the sheets some more. “Wait, these two used to be married?”

“Engaged,” Eddie said. “Separated because Natalia was too devoted to her career. But maybe there’s something to be rekindled there?”

Mike let out a noise of disgust. “Ugh, I don’t want to play any romance in D&D. Come on.” He sighed and picked up both character sheets. “What happens to the one I don’t pick? Do they still appear in the story?”

“Yeah, they’ll be an NPC. I’ll voice them and everything.” Eddie smirked. “So make good choices, because you’ll be dealing with the repercussions either way.”

Back and forth, Mike’s eyes darted between the two characters. “I can’t decide!” he whined. “They’re both good fighters. Natalia is smarter and has spells, but Joe is stronger and has cooler gear.”

“Jesus, just pick so we can get playing,” Dustin muttered. He was already filling in description details for his character.

Jeff rapped his knuckles on the table to get Mike’s attention. “If you really can’t pick, just flip a coin.”

“Okay, fine!” Mike said, throwing his hands in the air. He picked up his twenty-sided die and tapped the character sheet for Natalia. “High,” he said. Then he tapped the one for Joe. “Low.” He rolled.

It landed on an eight.

“And through the power of random probability, Mike Wheeler will not be questioning his gender identity tonight,” Eddie said as Mike handed him back Natalia’s character sheet.

“Oh, this means we have no healer,” Gareth said with a frown. “Well, at least Mike’s fighter is a front-liner and will probably die first.”

“And mine,” Jeff said. “I’m a fighter, too.”

“You have higher dex,” Gareth said. “Get a bow, stand behind Joe the brutal over there, and let him take the hits.”

“So are we ready to play?” Dustin asked, sounding impatient.

“Almost, almost,” Eddie said with a broad smile that generally meant he had something planned. “Everyone familiar with their characters? Generally happy with them? Or at least comfortable?” He got a round of nodding heads and noises of agreement. His smile turned a little bit wicked as he said, “Great. Here are the real character sheets, and all their secrets. It’ll be up to you if you want to share them.”

#my writing #the prophetic d&d game #i'm not ready to add this to my write-every-day wips #but we'll see #stranger things

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romanstheory · 9 months

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I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 1/?

Warnings : Language, Fighting, Violence

Word Count: 842

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loosely based on this interaction (it'll make sense I swear)

"Fuck you Solo! You just costed me the NXT Women's championship" I bark at Solo as I storm through the backstage area. Solo rolls his eyes "Nah you costed you that title" He replied in a monotone voice. I turn around quickly "If you wouldn't have got involved I would be champion right now! FUCK YOU!" I scream again. "If I didn't get involved yo ass would be on a stretcher" Solo responds. Who does he think he is? I carry this tag team! ME! Not him! If it wasn't for me he would have been forgotten about. "I don't ever want to see you again, and if I do I'll make it my business to be a fucking problem" I bark, getting in his face this time. He clenches his jaw, ready to throw punches with me. He knew none of these men here could ever scare me, if he wanted to at it I was fully willing knowing I could hold my own.

"Woahhhh woah woah woah" I hear his brother scream as they run towards us seconds from scrapping. "Let's not do all that now" Jimmy says putting an arm between the two of us. "You're lucky" I say, my eyes piercing through Solo "Remember what I said. I am your worst nightmare now". I push through the twins leaving them both dumbfounded. Jey's eyes lingered on me longer than the other two. My rage did something for me. "You good uce?" Jimmy says tapping Jey. "Yeah..... Yeah I'm good. She's crazy as hell though. You almost got whooped on Solo" Jey chuckles. Solo huffs loudly and they all walk away.

Years pass by, Solo joined forces with his brothers and cousin to form the bloodline. His brothers eventually break free leaving him alone to be the heavy for his cousin. I dominate NXT and now it's my turn, and what do you know..... I'm the number one draft pick for Smackdown and tonight is my debut. Solo and Roman are in the ring, Roman is giving a promo when I walk up to tech and demand my music play...... I'm debuting RIGHT NOW. Multiple superstars attempt to stop me, I blow passed them as the sound of my music echos through the arena. I storm out, the crowd is roaring. Solo has a look of rage and confusion on his face while Roman is completely stunned.

I demand a mic and it's given to me swiftly. I meet Solo with an intense stare down, Paul Heyman and Roman are at a loss for words. No woman had ever been ballsy enough to do this to Solo before. I smile at Solo "Long time no see" I tease "You look TERRIBLE by the way". The crowd begins taunting him. "Remember how I said I would be a fucking problem?" I continue. I get in Solo's face, just like I did the last time I saw him. Tension is high, I want to rip his throat out and I know he wants to do the same to me. Just as Roman exist the ring I swing on Solo, prompting The Usos to come sprinting out. I expect them to attack me, I mean I did just deck their brother. They detain solo, throwing him out of the ring where Roman forces him to leave.

I stand in the middle of the ring with Jimmy and Jey to either side of me. "You chose your side! Remember that" Solo barks. "And you just got yo ass beat" Jimmy cackles. Jey is trying to stay focused but I catch him peering over at me. Back stage I'm met by welcomes and words of affirmation for coming in with a bang. "So I guess you with us now" Jey says grinning. "If it means I get to hit Solo again then sure" I say giggling. "Let me uh get your bag for you" Jey offers. "Oh come ON uce you gotta have better game than that" Jimmy teases "Let me get your bags for you" Jimmy says mocking Jey. "Man I'm tryna be a gentleman unlike you" Jey says grabbing my bags.

"Well uh my wife is at home" Jimmy cackles "I'm playin i'm playin". We pack our things up into the car and head to the hotel we'll be staying at until our flight in the morning. We arrive, the boys already have rooms booked so I need to book mine. "I'm sorry we're all full for the night" The front desk attendant says. I sigh loudly and rub my temples. "You can just share Jey's room" Jimmy says looking at him and then me before grabbing his bag and walking down the hall, chuckling to himself. I see what he's trying to do, Jimmy is the locker room cupid...... Or so he thinks. "I...... I can take the couch you take the bed" Jey stumbles over his words. "Well.... we're room mates tonight I guess. I hope you don't snore" I say as the two of us walk to our room.

#jey uso one shot #wwe #roman reigns #wwe one shot #the bloodline #solo sikoa #paul heyman #jey uso x female #i'm the one

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its-me89 · 2 months

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Pov: The young boy Earl Ciel Phantomhive has a rival...namely you...

Story Synopsis: You grew up in a dirty corner of London until a rich wealthy family adopted you but you didn't know that they were trading on the black market. They sold your body to greedy old men for one night... You were 9 and fearful but again you had hatred for these people and so you sold your soul to the devil.

A/n: In this story Ciel turns 18!! And you're 16 here but you're turning 17.

Warnings: Enemys to lovers,Mention of killing and conquering trauma also choking.

Part 1

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Ciel slammed his fist on the table "I will destroy this girl! How dare she break off the engagement between me and Elisabeth?!" Sebastian stood across from his master's table. "Sebastian! I want you to find out everything about her every single detail and I want to know why she's after my job!"Ciel was breathing heavily "But my young master, we still have to plan your birthday party.. Her Majesty wants it that way because you're turning 18-" Ciel looked at him sharply "Didn't you hear what I said? Go now Sebastian!" He bowed to him "yes, my young master" he disappeared and Ciel fell back in his chair as he did went through the papers "Y/n L/n... What's your secret?"

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Y/n's POV:

"I think it's so great that we Will be sisters-in-law Elisabeth" Y/n clapped her hand excitedly "My brother is happy to marry such a pretty girl like you" Elisabeth smiled slightly but you could see the sadness in her eyes “Well well, now my pretty Girl, don’t be sad” you lift her chin “Tears don’t suit you” you let go of her chin and took a tissue to wipe your hands "Valentine" you call her in, a young good looking woman came in "Yes my young mistress?" "Take Elisabeth to her room and take Paula with you.. she should help her" Valentin bowed "as you wish, young mistress" and held the door open for Elisabeth. Y/n went to the large window and looked out, her brown hair falling wavy down her back Her collar came loose slightly as she began to laugh. "My Young Mistress"Valentin ties her collar again “you got a letter”

Ciel's POV:

“You really want to invite Y/n young master?” Sebastian looked at Ciel in shock "Yes" he answered lightly and took a sip of tea "if I invite her I will talk to her about her desires and her wishes, maybe we will negotiate but if we not..." Sebastian grinned "I understand, young master"

Y/n's POV:

"He's so stupid" Y/n laughed as she played around with the Phantomhive invitation "he's inviting me even though-" Y/n stopped "It'll be a trap.. Valentine we'll go there" "but young mistress-" Y/n stood up and walked to the door "pack my things for two weeks.. we will be staying longer than planned" Y/n left the room and went to her study to sit at her table "Ciel Phantomhive..." She took the queen from the chess board "Now the game has begun" Y/n pushed the king with her queen.

"Welcome Lady Y/n" The Gray-haired butler helped Y/n out of the carriage, she came out with Valentin "My young mistress would like to go to her room immediately" Valentin said to him "but of course, please follow me" Tanaka bowed and led the way “Valentin search everything here carefully” Y/n whispered and she nodded.Three employees met us in the entrance hall "Welcome... the young Master still had errands to run He hopes that you will forgive him for not being able to be here when you arrive." The maid said. "Of course, it was a long trip anyway and I want to freshen up before I meet the Earl." Y/n smiled and Tanaka walked up the stairs with them "oh- oh yes of course" the maid stuttered "shall we carry the bags up?" "Yes, that would be a big help" Y/n turned around again and smiled down "thank you very much"The three of them blushed as Y/n walked up the stairs "an angel-like...so pretty" Finley looked after her "and her voice.. so soft" Mey-rin touched her face "You two again..." Bart had to hide his red face behind his hand "Come on now, we have to get the bags out of the carriage" he pulled the two of them behind.

"Was that really necessary, young mistress? I could also carry the bags." Valentin stood next to the bed as Y/n sat on it "Play figures don't move by themselves Valentine... you need charm to make them move... I tell you that so often" Valentin had to hold back a laugh. “Should I run a bath for you?” Y/n rolled over on her stomach, bored. “Yes, I want to look good for the young Earl Phanthomhive,” she laughed.

Valentin was tightening the corset as Y/n held on to the bed "I think corsets should be banned for children" she coughed as Valentin was tying the corset "You're 16, a young lady like you should always wear one thanks to your status" y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed her collar "thanks to my status.." Y/n's thoughts were interrupted from Tanaka who knocked on the door "Lady Y/n the food will be served in 15 minutes" he said through the door "Valentin quick, get me my light pink dress"

But to Y/n's surprise, Ciel and his black-clad butler were still not there His servants stood there while Y/n ate and Valentin poured her a glass of wine. "Hey Bart.. can the young lady Y/n drink wine yet?"Mei-rin whispered "Apparently yes... because of her high nobility and since her parents are wine makers, she is apparently allowed to." "You don't have to whisper.." Y/n played with her food and Mei-rin stood up straight "Please talk to me" she smiled at Mei-rin "I can't eat when it's so quiet so please tell me something"

And so it was a great evening

When the night arrived and everyone was already asleep, Y/n went into Ciel's study and sat down on the big chair she turned to the window and looked at the big moon and suddenly the door opened "Bring me some tea Sebastian" a boy's voice sounded "and a red wine" Ciel was startled as Y/n turned around "Good evening dear Earl" “Lady Y/n, what are you doing here in my study?” Y/n stood up, she was in her night dress which was a bit transparent because of the moon "Please don't come so close" Ciel blushed and looked away "Dear Ciel, it's really cheeky that you left me alone while eating.. that's not appropriate for a young man.. and you will soon turn 18 what kind of decency do you actually have?" Ciel kept her at a distance "Y/n, I won't fall for your games" her look became more serious "It's a shame.. although I like to see you get nervous If you are in a room with a young lady like me..." She went closer "aren't you... you virgin" she whispers in his ear It was interrupted by a knock. "Young master, I'll bring you and Lady Y/n some tea." Y/n sat down on the leather couch “Pff, I wanted to have a wine” she complained as Sebastian put the tea in front of her “my deepest apologies Lady Y/n but I think you should drink something calming at such a late hour." "Yeah.. I think you're right Sebastian.. thank you very much" he bowed "I'll go now then" he left the room and Ciel took a sip "it wasn't my plan to keep you waiting that long but since you came earlier I had no other choice" She smelled the tea and wrinkled her nose “It can happen sometimes,” she put the cup back down"And where were you?" "In downtown London, the Queen summoned me" Y/n looked into his one bright blue eye "I have to tell you that Elisabeth unfortunately won't be honoring us on your birthday. She had to go away with my brother at short notice." "Tss" Ciel clicked his tongue “What did you mean by breaking off the engagement?” "Actually, I would have thought that you would be devastated, but somehow it didn't help." Ciel had to laugh "That's because Elisabeth was supposed to marry my twin brother, but since he died I had to take over And that's why I could never really develop feelings for her." “oh no, my heart is bleeding so much” Y/n giggled “but without a decent woman of high standard the queen will not allow you to marry So you won't get an heir and with that the name Phanthomhive will crumble to dust.. except.." Y/n stood up and stood in front of Ciel "you're marrying me" he choked on his tea "excuse me what?" "You heard me," she stroked his hair, "I'm not engaged yet because my parents died recently, but my uncle... He'll probably get me engaged to my horrible cousin very soon" Ciel looked at her "together we can achieve a lot... We will become the most powerful people and-" "enough" Ciel slapped her hand away "I know exactly what your games are Y/n! You're like a snake... you quietly sneak up on your prey..." Ciel grabbed her wrist and turned her onto the couch so that he was on top. "After you catch your prey You Play With it and after you get bored you cut off your prey's air more and more" his hand went around her neck and squeezed. Y/n opened her mouth and let out a startled breath "After death you play with their lifeless bodies to gain power and then in the end you devour them" The air is being cut off more and more and in Y/n' eyes formed tears. Ciel let go of her and sat next to her, you could only hear Y/n's breathing "Wow, I didn't know you were so kinky, dear Earl" Y/n giggled as she quickly tied her collar tighter "You stupid girl"

"It's too deeply hurtful what you think of me... But you're a watchdog... How many deaths have you already eaten mh?" Ciel's hand twitched "I work under the Queen's orders" "Everyone has mommy issues... So... I think it's hot if you listen to me" "Will never happen" Y/n crossed her arms "You play hard to get Ciel" "and you like it that way" "you know me" both had to smile.

“Well then, I’ll see you at breakfast” Y/n went to the door "Oh Ciel..." She turned around "what?" "Let's play chess together tomorrow... but according to my rules" Ciel had to tilt his head "rules inside? I'll think about it" She left the room.

"Yes Ciel.. my rules" your smile disappeared as you walked into your room "Valentine" you called out "Yes young mistress" you tore off your collar "I want you to pass Sebastian tomorrow! He should be distracted. You know he's a devil right?" Valentin nodded "then show him what you can do" she knelt in front of you and your devil's mark glowed red on your neck "as you wish young mistress"

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ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Warnings: Vulgar Language, Possibly OOC Rusty and Co. all leave for a convention, leaving you with the boys. One of them says something that rattles you, but it helps you realize your place in this family. ☆Fem! Reader

It was a simple favor. Take care of Hank and Dean while the others were away doing what they needed to do. They wanted the boys to stay put simply because of how "expensive" this trip was. Either way, you were thrilled when you got a phone call from Brock asking you to come over. You loved spending time with the boys, and vice versa. They considered you to be a surrogate mother, even though you were going out with their beloved body guard. You were a bit nervous when you first met them. But with all things, time really brought you closer together. Both you and Brock couldn't be more happier when they said you were welcome back anytime. Everyone was already standing by when you pulled in the massive garage. H.E.L.P.eR was loading things up, Rusty was giving the boys some ground rules, and Brock was checking the X-1 over. "Hey, look! It's (Y/N)!" Hank points out as you get out of your car. He and Dean rush over to you. Seeing as how the boys were obviously no longer in hearing what he had to say, Rusty crosses his arms and enters the plane. The boys almost tackle you, but you're able to keep you balance. The three of you become a giggling fit, but you break it off by ruffling their hair. "Are you spending the night with us?" Dean asks. "Sure am, Dean-o!" You reply. They share a second of victory, both whisper-shouting "yes!" as they fist bump each other. It was at this time that Brock finishes up, shoving the panel back in and taking a rag from his back pocket and wipes the oil and gunk off his hands. He then saunters over to you, tossing said rag over his shoulder. "Hey gorgeous," his strong voice echoed throughout the place. You straighten up. "Hmmm, boys?" You hum. "Yes ma'am?" They answer in unison. "How about you both go play outside and I'll call you back when we're done. I've got to...see where they're going in case there's an emergency." They both nod and run off, leaving you and Brock to have a moment to yourselves. "Nice one, now c'mere." He takes you up in his hefty arms and leans in for a kiss. You run a hand up to cup his face. Sadly, this doesn't last as long as you want it to. He pulls away from you before anyone walks in on you both, but he still has your hands resting in his much larger ones. "Thanks for doing this." "Anytime, love. Now where exactly are you going?" You faintly tilt your head to the side. "It's just some super science-y convention. Something Doc has to go to. You know him. He doesn't want the boys to, uh... Touch stuff." The thought makes you chuckle. You also know how the boys can get a bit clumsy when around technology and the like. "Well, at least you're not going somewhere where there's a lot of-" "Are you two done yet?!" You jump at the sound of his voice. Oh, that Rusty. "I've got somewhere to be!" He's waving his arms up. "Brock, I would hate for us to be late! Get your ass in here and-" "In a sec, Doc!" "Unbelievable," Rusty mutters as he walks back in the plane. Brock waits until he's out of sight. "Now, where were we?" He diverts his attention back to you. His ocean-like eyes would be the death of you. "Just check in every once in a while, yeah? We'll do the same." "Of course." The way his voice rumbles with the last syllable makes you get butterflies. He then holds your hands up and plants a soft kiss atop your knuckles. He lets you go and makes his way to the aircraft, stops at the doorway, and turns to you. "Call us if you need us." He waves one last time before the door closes and he's seated in the cockpit. You take a few steps back as the X-1 comes to life with jets roaring. The boys also notice and quickly run over to where you're standing. You collectively wave as it picks off the ground and takes flight. The three of you stare off into the sky for a second, then you rest your hands on each of their shoulders. "Let's go inside. You still haven't finished the story of how your father turned into a caterpillar." "Oh yeah!" Hank exclaims. "So there he was: all big and green and slimy..."

. . . You knew the routines at this point. Dinner, brush teeth, pajamas, then go to bed. But you were a bit lenient from time to time. Luckily for the boys, this was one of those nights. You allowed them to watch a movie, but it couldn't be anything scary, as they would often have nightmares. So here you all were. You were settled in between the boys, with Dean's head rested on your shoulder. Hank sat cross-legged, an arm was draped around you. Everything went so smoothly today. You rested your eyes, it was actually peaceful for once at the Venture Compound. There was a sense of coziness that you haven't felt in a long while. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment. Until... BOOM! The boys scramble to get up, almost knocking each other back down. "AHH- WE NEED TO GET INTO THE PANIC ROOM!" Dean was about to leg it but you grabbed him by the shirt collar to stop him from going anywhere. "Dean, honey. We're okay." You pull him in for a hug, which he reciprocates. The poor kid is scared out of his mind. "Now," you pull away and grasp his hand. You hold out your other hand for Hank to claim. Once you have both boys, you lead them to the window. You drop their hands to peel back the curtains. Angry clouds clot up the sky as the wind picks up. Rain falls heavy against the tall glass. There was a flash of lightning that brightly illuminated your faces. You're all indulging in this brief period of calmness. But again, it couldn't last long. It would be ironic to call this moment "the calm before the storm," because all hell almost breaks loose once the power goes out. You suddenly feel like you're being constricted, only to realize the the boys, once again, have you in their grip. You feel bad because you could feel the anxiety ooze off of them. They still try to act brave. "Th-the generators should k-kick in soon," Hank stammers. "How long ago were they gassed up?" Funnily enough, the lack of an answer from them answers your question. With that, you tell them to follow you. Dean holds your shirt as Hank does the same to Dean's. You're going to do your best to find some sort of light source. You shuffle through the hallways, keeping your arms in front of you to feel for furniture or anything else in the way.

. . . It took a team effort, but after blindly looking for what you needed, you all managed to collect a large bounty of candles and flashlights. There was enough to light the whole house back up. But it wasn't enough for you. No, you knew the boys would still be scared. So you devised a plan. Once again, you plunder through each room, grabbing blankets and pillows. When you felt you guys had enough, you hole back up in the living room. The first thing you do was light the candles and placed them in areas you were sure they were okay to be left burning. Then came the fun part. "Hank, grab the cushions off the couch." "Yes ma'am!" He salutes and darts away to tear them off. You rearrange the long cushions, tall side up, against the back of the couch. There were four, so you placed two on each side, making the space between them wide enough to fit all three of you. You then spread a large comforter over the top over it. You take a step back and place your hands on your hips, proud of what you've done. You introduce the first fort of your kingdom. You wish you could capture the moments their faces lit up. They made the candles that surrounded you look dim. The duo then race to make their own fort while you line yours with soft pillows and blankets. Soon enough, the living room is transformed into "The Great Pillow Kingdom of Venture," as deemed by Hank. You all snuff out each candle before you retire to your selective forts. "Are we sleeping here tonight?" Dean asks. "I don't see why not. It'd be a shame for this to be the fall of The Kingdom of Venture so early." "That's 'The Great Pillow Kingdom of Venture' to you, missy!" Hank counters. You playfully roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Prince Hank." Laughter fills the room. "Seriously, though. It's time for us to go to sleep. We've had a big day." They whine, but they accept their fate. You each say goodnight to one another before you all get settled. Or as settled as you can get. "...(Y/N)?" You hear Dean's soft tone. "Hm?" You drowsily reply. "Can... Can I sleep with you tonight?" You can tell his nerves were on edge asking this. "Honey, you don't have to be scared to ask me that." You don't hear a word from him. "Come over here." He turns his flashlight on to help him see. He crawls in and turns it off, putting it to the side. He nestles beside you, and you wrap an arm around him to bring him closer. You're missing someone. "The same goes for you, Hank." You don't get an answer from him either. "You don't have to be afraid, either." You hear him rustle and there's a pause. But he then does the same maneuver his brother did, and cuddles up on the other side of you. They're both curled into you. You feel their warmth, and they can feel yours. You wait for them to fall asleep before you do. "(Y/N)?" Hank doesn't open his eyes. "Yes, dear?" "I wish you were our mom." He nuzzles into you even deeper. Tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. You knew that they didn't have a mother, but it still tore you apart. When Brock introduced you to them, their first reaction was asking you if you were here to stay. You remember going home later that day and crying your heart out. You swallow. "Boys?" They both angle their heads up to face you. "I can't be your mom," you began. "But I'm going to love you just the same." You're really close to breaking down, but you try hold it together. You turn to each twin to plant a small kiss on their heads. They get settled again, with their arms laced around you. You're sandwiched together, but you wouldn't have it any other way. And here you all lie. You hear their quiet snores soon enough, signaling you to finally close your eyes and drift off into your long-awaited slumber. By this point, the storm passes over.

. . . It's much later in the night when the others do arrive back home. Rusty curses once he sees that the compound is muted from any type of luminescence. Brock's first thought is that something, or someone has broken in and has you and the boys. He's quick to land the plane and run inside, leaving his employer to yell at him to help bring stuff in. He has the electricity running again by flipping breaker switches in the lab. He zips through each room. His breathing becomes hitched. He's ready to rip apart anything that comes his way. He has to find you. You weren't cloned like the boys were, and he wouldn't know what he'd do with himself if he lost you. He's about to lose it, but then he comes to the living room. And what he sees makes his chest swell. You're there swaddled in the middle of them, their arms tangled around you. He knew that they would become quickly attached to you. He was very reluctant when you wanted to officially meet these people. It's not that he wanted you all to himself (as nice as that would be, though), but it was the fact that if something were to happen to you, everyone would be beyond devastated. He contemplates what to do before Rusty walks in. "I can't believe you would just- Oh my god." His jaw drops. He readjusts his glasses as his eyes widen. "Look at this mess! They're gonna-" He angrily takes a step forward, but Brock blocks him from going any further by forcing a hand against his chest. "I'll get it. Just let me take care of them first." Rusty throws his hands up and rolls his eyes in defeat. He scoffs as he walks away. Brock looks at the scene before him again, taking it all in. He also takes this time to come off his adrenaline high. When he starts to move again, it's ever so silent. Normally, you could hear his boots with each heavy step. He closes in on you. He hates to mess this up, but they do have a specific place to sleep. There's a little more give to Dean than Hank. His appendages are loosely held onto you, while Hank is hanging onto you for dear life. Not to worry, he's done stuff like this plenty of times. He carefully untangles everyone, pausing each time someone stirs. Dean is the first to go, then Hank. Brock carries them to their beds. He leans against the doorway to take one last gaze at them. Whatever you did caused them to have the most tranquil sleep they've had in a while. He exhales through his nose. Right before he's about to leave, he feels your hand on his back. You feel his muscles tense in reaction. "It's just me." Your exhausted words are so hushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just-" "S'alright. I needed to get up. I've got to clean up what we did." You sloppily hug his arm. You're both silent, just watching the boys sleep. "You should have seen them. They were trembling like leaves by the time the storm hit." Your eyes close and you rest your head against his shoulder. "They didn't do anything stupid, did they?" You smile. "No. They were just frightened. Dean did almost hole up in the panic room though." Brock stifles a chuckle. Then it's quiet again. "How hard was it to pry them off me?" "Not too hard. Hank did try to grip you harder when I pushed him off you." "Hank.." Your eyes slowly open once again. A hand flies up to your chest. Brock notices how quick your mood changes and snakes the arm you were holding around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. "What's wrong? What'd he do?" "Nothing! Nothing. He was just..." Your eyes begin to water again when you remember what he said. But this time, you let it out. "He said that he wished I was their mom." You choke back a sob. "Hey, hey. Look at me." He kneels to your eye level and wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "To be honest, you are the closest thing to a mother they'll probably ever have. You're good to them." "Brock, that scares me."

"How come?" "I don't want them to start thinking that." You take a second to collect yourself. "I don't want to insert myself where I'm not needed. They already have a family: you, their father, H.E.L.P.eR. For me to just waltz in and mess things up would be… would be cruel of me." You look away, feeling ashamed. Brock draws you into his chest. You do your best to even out your breathing. His scent fills your nostrils, which helps ease your mind better. "You're the best damn thing to happen to us," his voice is low. "To me." He holds you a bit tighter. "And I'll be damned if you're thinkin' like that. You're dating the guy who roped you into this weird shitstorm of a family." He earns a chuckle from you. Progress from what you were just feeling. "I love you," you say. His favorite words to ever come from you. "I love you too." After hearing your concerns-your fears-he never wants to let go. But he has to. And he does. Your lips connect with his. You squeal as you're lifted off the ground, bridal style. "Brock! We're gonna wake them!" Your arms fly around his neck. He takes a quick glimpse of them then looks back at you. "They're fine, but it's our turn now. We've been through a lot today and we look like hell." He carries you out the boys' room to his.

. . . The rest of the night is filled with mindless talking. Eventually you both clock out, but when you awake the next morning to find Brock gone, you begin to think it was a dream. So you get up to find him. You're barely out in the hallway when you recall the events in the living room. Still half asleep, you amble your way there. Only to see that it's pretty much spotless, like you guys weren't even there. You felt bad about leaving such a clutter in the first place, now you feel worse for someone else got to it before you did. An unexpected, yet pleasant aroma fills the air. Perhaps you could apologize to Rusty and whoever cleaned up after you over breakfast. Hopefully they'll understand. In the kitchen you're met with something truly spectacular. Hank making pancakes! Without burning them this time! You stand still, going through a series of flashbacks of when you taught him the best way to make them. One time, he got H.E.L.P.eR to finish whisking the batter, and it flung everywhere. "Wonder where you learned that from?" You ask in a rather satirical manner. He whips his head around to see you. "(Y/N)!" He turns the oven off abruptly before locking you in a hard squeeze. "Well good morning to you, too, kiddo! I need you to loosen up though-" "Oh, sorry!" He's quick to release you, thankfully. He was about to knock the air out of your lungs. "I thought you left earlier?" "And miss out on what you guys have planned today? Why I nev-" "And why are you wearing Brock's shirt?" You look down and sure enough, it's his shirt. "Uhhh... He let me borrow it since I didn't bring anything to change into last night. I didn't know how long they were going to be gone for." "Ah, okay! Makes sense." Thank god the boys were so clueless. You didn't lie, but you didn't want him to think of anything else. "Why don't you go find your brother? Tell him breakfast's done. Just don't tell him who made it because if he finds out you did, he won't eat." You wink and ruffle his hair. With another salute and another "yes ma'am," he's off. You facepalm when he's out of earshot. "Nice save." Dammit. "Good morning, Doctor Venture," you begrudgingly greet. "Yeah, yeah. Look, I don't care that you're dating my bodyguard and all," Here we go. "But for the love of god PLEASE just bring something to wear the next time you have to babysit the boys? You look like one of his-" "There you are." Oh thank god. Brock, your knight in shining armor, saves the day once again. He crosses his arms and leans against the sink counter. "What were you saying, Doc?" "Nothing, uh- I was just telling her that she should just be more prepared next time," his hands fidget and you can see sweat beading on his forehead. Brock nods, but you didn't see how fast he was to have Rusty pinned against the wall by his suit collar. "If I EVER hear you say ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO HER AGAIN-" "Ack- okay, OKAY! Putmedown-" Rusty coughs out. Brock lets the man fall. He crawls his way back up and mutters an apology, running out the room when Brock takes a step in his direction. "You didn't have to do all that, I was actually about to apologize to him about-" "Like hell you were! I'm not letting that happen when he's talking sh-" You press your lips against his, cutting off this tirade. "I never take anything that man says seriously," you giggle. He even lets out a hearty laugh, then resumes the kiss again. "Hey, (Y/N), I found Dea- WOAH!" Hank slaps a hand over Dean's eyes. You directly withdraw yourself and clear your throat. "I-it's not what it looks like-" "I will hear nothing of the sort! You're sucking face with-" "You already knew we were together!" "Hank! Get your hand off me! I don't know where it's been!"

It's chaos, but you fit right in. You made a decision that day. You were going to stay, to keep this family together, no matter what happened. You fill what they were missing. You made them complete, and you, yourself feel more complete.

#♡#the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #venture bros x reader #rusty venture #h.e.l.p.er #hank venture #dean venture #brock samson #brock samson x reader #x reader #fem!reader

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file-unknown24 · 2 months

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Where could he be?

Matty woke up just like any other day, he stretched as he sat up in bed "Good morning Stanley! Did you sleep well?" He asks excitedly to his doll, creation, and only friend, though when he looks to the nightstand he keeps Stanley on, he's not there

"Stanley?" He calls out as he begins to get out of bed "Oh! Are we playing hide and seek? You know how much I love games!" He says excitedly

*He's not there* *He left?* *He never liked you* *He was only there because you forced him to be there*

The voices began to speak these harsh words to Matty within his head

"NO! No... He's just playing a game! That's all it is and I will find him" Matty said this to himself more then the voices

*Then after we can have a tea party!* *I'm tired of tea parties* *GASP! How could you ever get tired of tea parties?!* *Oh yeah, it's our unbirthday!* *Stanley's too*

"And that's exactly why we must fine Stanley!" Matty said this after he got dressed in his usual mismatched attire "Now where to look first?"

*Under the bed!* *In the kitchen* *Outside!* *Maybe we should just go to sleep?* *Why bother?* all the voices say at once

"Oh! We'll check the bed first!" He says this as he looks under the bed "Stanley~ Are you there?"

*I can't see him, can you?* *We all see the same things idiot* *That was mean.* *I don't care*

*Oh quit your arguing, you're just going to make this take longer then it should!* Matty said in his head to the other voices, he then got up after realizing Stanley wasn't there "To the kitchen!" He called out and then he left his bedroom

*Can we eat?* *Is that really why you suggested the kitchen?* *If I hadn't, then we would've just ignored how we're hungry* *We'll eat when we have our tea party!* *I just want to sleep.* *We know you crybaby, shut up already!* *Now that wasn't very nice, you don't talk like that on someone's unbirthday* *Every day is our unbirthday!* *Exactly.*

As the voices bickered, Matty began to search the kitchen. He looked on the table, under it, in the cabinets, even in the fridge

*Wait- we have a fridge?* *How else do we keep the cake cold?* *Well the rest of this setting doesn't have technology, so it just seems off* *There's a talking cat and mouse, and we talk to living doll that we shoved the soul of our protagonist in, and you're worried about the fridge?* *Ok, fair point*

"He's not here" Matty says, his patience wearing thin

*Wait- n-now let's not go and do something we'll regret* *Shut up crybaby, I want to see how far he takes it* *Oh no.* *What about our tea party?* *Let's just sit down and have our unbirthday party!*

Matty doesn't pay attention to the voices as he goes out the front door "Stanley~ I'm tired of our game of hide and seek, so, come on out~" Matty says this with his usual happy go lucky demeaner faltering

He looks around to see if he can see Stanley "Fine then. I will tear this entire world apart to find you if I have to" He walks over to his table he uses for tea parties

He traces his hand along the table as he begins to hum. He hums in a way to make his voice echo through the entire forest, almost like a warning.

He suddenly stops

"Stanley! There you are!" On the opposite end of the table there sits Stanley

*Oh thank goodness* *Aw, now that's just boring* *Yay! Now we can have our tea party!* *Happy unbirthday Stanley!* *Now we can properly go back to bed*

Matty runs over and picks up Stanley and hugs him "Oh I was so worried. Haha! You really scared me, I was almost going to destroy everything to find you! Now then, let's have our breakfast cake, hm?"

As Matty walks back into his cottage, in the trees was a cat and a mouse "I told you we wouldn't be able to do it" the mouse says "It was worth a try at least" the cat responds

"Next time let me plan the rescue mission" the mouse says "Fine." the cat concedes to the mouse's request

With that, our little story ends. I do hope you liked it! (I know I sure had fun writing this)

Have a lovely day/night, bye <3

#the stanley parable #tsp fandom #tspud #tsp #tsp narrator #the stanley parable narrator #narrator tsp #the narrator #Stanley in Wonderland tsp au

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This is it, everyone. The last volume. The final week. The end of an era.

I'm not ready.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 14, Chapters 1-3 below.

Chapter 14 Covers

Mind Games, huh? I think Nightow is playing his own mind games with the readers with this bright-and-cheerful fully-blond Vash image here.

Oh, he just HAD to sneak a tiny Wolfwood into the joke cover. Rude.

The back cover is Vash doing his whole love and peace thing. But will this manga end with love and peace? Guess we'll be finding out real soon, huh?

Haahhaha, Chibi Legato looks terrified he's going to fall. It's cute.

GET THAT FEATHER, KURONEKO-SAMA! GET IT!!!

These titles are all so dramatic.

Chapter 1: When Rivalry Comes To An End

CW: Body horror

Gotta get that full ensemble shot in here before the end. I particularly appreciate that the way he drew Livio suggests Razlo is there, too. Though I'll note even here we're not allowed to see Wolfwood's full face.

"I've been livin' by my gun longer than you've been alive!" Hahahahahaha, that's what YOU think.

LOL, Vash's whole reaction to this is gold. He's so casual, and then he realizes the sheer level of discordance with his looks versus his age when people think he's human, panics, and rapidly changes the subject.

I feel like it's unfair to call this a rivalry. The whole of the rivalry is located in Legato's head.

Ugh, them fighting with all the debris falling around them. It's crazy. I wonder if we'll get to see this animated in Stampede.

Vash isn't gonna have any energy or power left for Knives at this rate.

Look at him. He looks so happy.

Yeah, Legato's right. This seems like a severe lack of foresight on Vash's part. Legato was literally giving him trouble back at the beginning of all this before Legato gave him the activated box.

*sigh* Vash is really into burning this Last Run juice here, isn't he. Idiot.

Dude, Legato, now you're polar opposites? I thought you just decided you and Vash were kinnies in the last volume.

I have no idea what's going on here. Legato is screaming. I got that much. I think maybe he destroyed Vash's prosthetic arm?

Awww, is that Little Elendira? What, did Knives just find a bunch of bitter, bitter children and decide to raise them to be bitter, bitter adults??

If Vash pulls the trigger, he simultaneously loses and wins. But... I know how this fight ends.

Heh. And here Vash is, still refusing.

Legato, honey, baby, my boy. Don't. It's ok if you don't get shot. It really really is.

Welp, that's grotesque and terrifying.

Godsdammit, I know how this is gonna play out, but part of me really, REALLY hoped I just heard wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. But the pieces are all in place now, and set up in the right positions, so....

Legato, you asshole. How dare you reduce Livio to only having worth as a tool! I mean, I get it. It's how Legato sees himself, and thus it's how he defines things, but it still stings.

And suddenly Vash is faced with a trolley problem he's not sure he can avoid or solve by other means.

WhAT is THIS??!!!?!?! Sudden Wolfwood?!

Chapter 2: Overkill

Oh, this isn't even Livio here. It's Raz. Not that the result wouldn't be the same.

Did... Vash shoot?

Yeah.... Yeah, he did. I like how Nightow doesn't focus on the violence of it, but instead on the grief of it. Just the simplicity of Vash's knee hitting the ground in defeat, and the place where Legato should be standing or kneeling or whatever in front of him is empty, instead replaced by just his feet and the edge of his cloak.

Just the way he couldn't let humans die because Rem gave her life to protect them, Vash can't let Livio die when Wolfwood gave his life to save him. He's still mourning that he had to make this choice. He still hates this situation. It's not a deed done with a clear conscious. It's just the path he can live with better.

Aww, Livio's trying to get Vash out of there. He knows Vash is in a bad place. I honestly think he could figure that out even if Vash's hair hadn't gone so dark.

Meanwhile, all Vash can think of is Wolfwood.

Meanwhile, it looks like Knives has gone to space to meet his new friends up close and personal.

Either whatever he's paying attention to is REALLY important or he's just lying a trap for them. Maybe both?

Well, if the Earth Fleet can't stop itself, then I guess Knives will have to stop them.

Heh, Milly having to call Meryl by her actual name to get her attention.

They've found Vash! And Livio!

Oooh, Meryl just took one look at this situation and already knows how bad it is before Livio starts explaining.

This panel is... I dunno. This panel is feels.

Is Vash having a bit of a breakdown? What's he gonna shoot at??

Bless Meryl. She's doing so much for him right now. She's probably been thinking about this sort of thing since they parted ways before. She's ready now, and she's going to do her best. Just because it's a non-combat maneuver doesn't mean it's not important.

Six ships all aimed at each other with Knives in the middle, going for a smoosh move? Welp, this is bad.

Wait, are they talking to the Plants Knives has absorbed?? Silly me, I thought they were just gonna chat with the bulbed ones.

Chapter 3: Side By Side

What in the zombie wasteland even are these first few pages??

Knives looks very unconcerned by his supposed impending smooshing.

Are these flashes to just after the Great Fall, maybe?

Gods, these random dramatic floating feathers are so late '90's/early 2000's. All you kidses don't even know. Personally, I blame CLAMP.

OH THEY ARE CRYSTALLINE FEATHERS??!! WANT.

Hahahaha, this kid got biffed on the head by one. Also, there sure are a lot of them. Is this the Plants bleeding themselves off of Knives, maybe?

Oh, the Plants are making the people resonate with each other the way the Plants resonate with each other. That's... a thing.

Ah, yeah, these are definitely flashbacks. The town is growing up around the Plant.

Oh, NOW Knives decides to pay attention to his whole body going all vibratey.

"We need the support of more people." This reminds me of Horton Hears a Who. Like, they just need more individuals making noise and then the Plants will hear them.

Yeah.... Really, it doesn't even take 100 years for abuse to leave a very nasty mark that might be impossible to reach past.

"Be on the lookout for any retaliation." Knives looks VERY ready to retaliate.

This Plant just wanted to help, but everything kept dissolving into violence....

...but there were good people, too. People who wanted to help and to learn and to teach others and to give thanks.

Hahahahaha, this is the "more people." They're the people in the past. This feels soooo much like Vash remembering the people of July and thinking that, regardless of what else they were or could have been, there were so many he knew that were just... kind.

Dude, this guy here just telling Knives off. Not sure if he's got balls of steel or if he's just ignorant or if he's just dealt with enough renegade Independents to call them as he sees 'em.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#almost there #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 14 #pancake thoughts

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rfaromance · 10 months

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Bright.

Blindingly bright.

Saeyoung squinted as he stepped out from his workroom, blinking vigorously as his eyes tried to adjust to the light.

When he was in his "office," as he called it with a tongue-in-cheek chuckle, he entrenched himself in almost total darkness. Only the faint glow of screens illuminated the din.

But when he walked out into the living space of his bunker, where a warm smile greeted him from the kitchen....

Dizzyingly, dazzlingly bright.

"Saeyoung!" Her voice was music to his ears as she called out to him cheerfully. "Are you finally done working? Come over and eat!"

He plopped down in a stool on the other side of the kitchen counter, then craned his neck to try to see what she had prepared for him. "I didn't hear the fire alarm," he commented, unable to suppress his amusement as he did so.

She quickly wiped the smirk off his face by smacking him with a hand towel. "Today's meal was incident-free!" she huffed. "If only because... I've been banned from using the oven until we get new oven mitts."

Saeyoung could feel the heat radiating off her face in waves. "And I promised you can pick them out. Whatever mitts make you happy." He knew she didn't mean to burn a hole straight through the fabric of the old mitt. "Come on, now. Show me what you made!" Eager to change the topic, he adjusted his glasses and tried to sneak another peek at her creation.

"Yes!" Her eyes lit up in excitement as she turned to grab the dish she had prepared. "Today I made... ahem." She paused and cast him a quick glance.

At her cue, Saeyoung began to drum his hands against the counter, preparing for a grand entrance.

"A PhD Parfait!" With a dramatic flourish, she slid a bowl in front of Saeyoung's face, close enough that he almost ended up with yogurt atop his freckled nose.

No longer suppress his giggles, Saeyoung echoed gleefully, "PhD Parfait!" Propping his elbows up and leaning forward, he purred, "Well, I must know, what layers of study went into this parfait's degree?"

"This parfait has its base studies in vanilla yogurt and granola," she began. "It then proceeded to get a master's in honey drizzle, with extra classes in blueberry and strawberry, then naturally a thesis on chopped cherry!" He could almost hear her chest thumping as she tucked her head down shyly. "I wanted to turn your favorite flavors into something healthy... I hope you don't mind the sliced almonds that I added for protein. Plus... you're quite nutty, so they fit."

With an indignant snort, Saeyoung folded his arms over his chest. He quickly stuck his tongue out and winked at her to let her know he was just joking, though. Eagerly he picked up his spoon and began to dig into the parfait.

By playing around, he could hide the tears in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks at how touched he was that she was this thoughtful and sweet.

"What do you want to do this afternoon?" he asked in between bites. "Now that I'm finished working for today."

"Hmm..." She slung her apron over the hook on the side of the refrigerator, before coming back to sit beside him. "Can we stay in? It's supposed to be really cold today."

Saeyoung nodded slowly. "Right. You don't handle the cold well." He knew her joints became stiff when the temperature dropped too low, and overall she would function more slowly. "We can stay inside. Is it a video game day, a binge-watch day, or continue working on the moving basketball hoop day?"

"I still don't understand why you want to make it move!" she groaned. "I'm bad enough at basketball when the hoop stays still! Why can't we make a robot that retrieves tennis balls? Since we're both awful at tennis."

Saeyoung shook his head. "I get my tennis workout by running after all the balls we miss!" he explained. "Unless you have any other ideas?" His voice grew soft as he added, "We'll do whatever makes you happy."

He could almost see the gears turning in her head as she fumbled around for an answer. "Oh!" Like a light bulb had gone off inside her, she asked, "Do we still have those model rockets? The wooden ones? Let's put them together and then paint them!"

"Mm, yeah." He nodded, finishing his bite full of berries before continuing. "Check where we keep the board games."

Hastily she sprang up, clearly excited to get started, but almost immediately she fell back into her seat.

At once, Saeyoung jumped to his feet, turning towards her with concern. "Honey! Are you okay?"

"Of course, of course." She waved him off dismissively. "I just stood up too fast. I'm fine!" As if to prove herself, she jumped up again, only to teeter and collapse back into her seat again.

Saeyoung's brow furrowed and he reached over to place his arms around her for support. "Come here. Let me take you to the couch. When's the last time I checked your vitals?"

She shook her head uncertainly. "I... can't access my calendar. That's strange. Is it updating right now?"

Fighting hard to keep a calm smile on his face, Saeyoung led her to the couch. Once he was sure she was seated firmly, he reached underneath the couch and pulled out a metal box. "Let me check you over real quick, get you something to fuel up, and then we paint. Would that make you happy?"

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan, dear!"

Dizzyingly bright.

He parted her dark hair to the side and lifted her shirt, exposing her delicate back. He slid his goggles on and pulled out his flashlight and screwdriver, as he carefully removed her back panel to reveal the motherboard underneath. "No wonder she's feeling off," he mumbled as he put his screwdriver down and began searching in his toolbox for his soldering iron. "These wires are frayed. I'll need to make replacements tonight."

Excitement. Joy. Curiosity. Embarrassment. Mischief. Love.

He had done his best to recreate every aspect of her, from the color of the bulbs in her eyes to the shade of fiber for her hair, from the spray paint he used for her skin to the synthesizer he selected for her voice. He wanted to capture her broad range of emotions and the intensity with which she felt them. He hadn't been sure such a feat would be possible, but after trial and error, he had finally created almost an exact likeness of the woman he loved.

Almost exact, for two reasons:

First, because God Seven was no god at all but a mere human, and he could not ever hope to recreate his departed angel perfectly.

Second, because he had chosen not to program her with sadness.

Sadness. Sorrow. Despair. Agony. Misery. Emptiness.

She would only know bliss. She would be happy for the rest of their lives.

Saeyoung would never, ever need to see tears fall from his beloved's face ever again.

He wouldn't lose her to misfortune and misery a second time.

"Are you happy?" he whispered, barely audible as he fused the frayed wires back together.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you!" she chirped back, sitting patiently as Saeyoung worked his repairs.

I hope it's bright and happy where you are.

(loosely inspired by this art by @itsmeohmyo )

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #707 #707 x mc #she/her mc #inspired by that one fanart that i'm looking for RIGHT NOW #also inspired by my depression :')#ask to tag #tw death mention #tw implied death

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snepfeathers · 2 months

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I BID THEE!!! RAMBLE ON NEW OC!!!

AHHHhh okay okay I give

So, this OC is Nyx! She's in the same -verse with @bigandsoft's Juniper, a wolf who's getting used to running a business. Nyx was promoted to being Juniper's personal assistant, and ended up getting super close with them. Their relationship did not stay professional for very long at alllll, needless to say. (How could it really, when Nyx had to keep picking up all those food orders on Juniper's extended lunch breaks? It didn't help when Juniper started ordering extra food just for Nyx too, and it really didn't help when Juniper asked Nyx to make sure they finished all their orders. This is a zero waste company after all. It just seems to produce a lot of waist instead.) HR agreements were quickly signed to make sure things would be okay if their personal relationship didn't work out, but thankfully it doesn't look like that will ever come into play.

Nyx is a black cat with a few white spots - really small ones down her back that look like stars, and a series of patches around her neck that look like the phases of the moon. Still debating on if I'll give her a few little patches down her belly too, we'll see how it goes when I draw her. She's very fluffy and curvy, and I'm thinking about giving her a few floral tattoos on her shoulder/back too. She wears a lot of business casual because of the office job, but the longer she works with Juniper, the harder it seems to be for her to stay in dress code. She does love to accessorize though, and wears lots of jewelry. Earrings are some of her favorites.

Oh, and she's got a case of lycanthropy.

Or well, something similar to it at least. She goes more panther-beast thing than true wolf, but it still follows the moon cycles. And in this setting, in order to spread lycanthropy, you have to meet a very specific set of requirements. Either you're born into it, like Nyx was, or you have to share a very close bond with the person you're biting. Both parties have to love and respect each other deeply for the magic to actually take hold (be it romantic, platonic, or something else. point is, both people have to care about each other a lot*). So when Nyx noticed Juniper was suddenly taking time off on the same schedule as the full moon, she had her suspicions, but was honestly surprised. She didn't think the wolf had fallen for her as fast as she had for them. She brings it up right before the next full moon, and Juniper invites her over and they figure out what happened. Nyx gets a kick out of the fact her wolfie's "little crush" was enough to turn them. Sorry Juniper, but you can't really lie about your feelings to the moon! Nyx helps Juniper get a better handle on her new werewolf form, and Juniper is rightly impressed by Nyx's werepanther form. And of course they're both impressed by the appetites that transformations work up. Turns out you have a lot more room for food as a giant monster, go figure.

Nyx is quickly becoming a secondary sona for me, she's been a lot of fun to bounce ideas around with. Pretty kitty that goes beast mode and has a bit too easy access to cheeseburgers? She's just so good

*Theoretically, it doesn't even have to be a loving relationship. There are rumors out there about nemesis situations, where people hated but still begrudgingly admired each other enough that the magic took hold. Forget enemies-to-lovers, we got enemies-to-werewolves. That's not what's going on in Juniper and Nyx's case, but it'd be a fun hypothetical to explore nonetheless.

#I gotta draw her but I also need to sleep x.x #so hopefully maybe tomorrow I can actually do that #thank you for the ask! sorry this ended up so long #storm speaking #storm chats #oc: nyx

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nycbabyjoey · 2 years

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Beach Babe

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

The sun was out and the sky was clear! It was the perfect day for Jackie to head down to the water and show off her beach bod for all the hot college guys. There was just one problem.

"I want ice cream!"

"We'll get ice cream in a second," Jackie responded impatiently. "Just go play in the sand for a minute."

Yeah, so Jackie had promised to watch her little cousin Derek. But she wasn't going to stay cooped up in the house all day watching the little twerp! She had just bought a new bikini and she wanted to take it for a test drive.

Of course, the brat wasn't grateful and whined the whole drive that he didn't want to go to the beach. What kid doesn't want to go to the beach anyway? Regardless, Jackie was in charge and what Jackie says goes.

Derek sighed as he sat down on the hot sandy beach and began to dig a hole. He didn't even have a shovel and pail to use; the task was pretty much an attempt to occupy his mind while he waited for ice cream.

Meanwhile, Jackie laid out a towel to display herself to the nearby studs on the beach who were playing a game of Spikeball. She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen before taking her bikini top.

"Yoohoo, boys!" she called out. "Would someone help me with my sunscreen?"

The boys basically climbed over one another to get the opportunity to rub lotion on her back. Jackie giggled to herself.

Derek groaned. He was already bored. He was only seven years old, but he knew why they really came to the beach - so that Jackie could talk to boys! Why did he always have to do what grown-ups told him to do?

Digging a conch shell out of the sand, Derek decided to whisper a wish into it, hoping it would come true. "I wish I was in charge. Then, Jackie would have to do whatever I wanted to do!"

Jackie smiled as one of the hunky beach guys sensually applied sunscreen to her lower back. She had these guys in the palm of her hand. She was feeling a bit frisky, so she had the bright idea of rolling onto her back to give the men a preview of her tits. Who knows? Maybe she'd let one of the guys rub some sunscreen on them too!

She decided to flip over but, when she did, everything was different. First thing that Jackie noticed was that the guys didn't react how she expected them to. Instead of hollering with wide eyes and agape mouths, the men had fawning expressions as if she were too precious for any dirty-minded thoughts.

She looked at herself next and the reason was apparent: she had a shirt on! Her breasts were no longer on display, but stranger than that is what the shirt said: "Baby Me!" alongside a cartoon drawing of a baby with a diaper and blonde pigtails.

Finally, Jackie made the most shocking realization of all. As she looked past her shirt, she realized that she also had a diaper and blonde pigtails! She gasped and looked up horrified at the men surrounding her, humiliated that they had been looking at her ass in a thick diaper rather than small bikini bottoms.

Among the group of guys was one who hadn't been standing there before. Tall and buff with short, scruffy, light brown hair. He kind of looked like an older version of -

"Derek??" Jackie shouted in disbelief.

"Hey cuz," a grown Derek responded. "I see you've met my friends."

"She's a cute kid," one guy remarked.

"Oh yeah, she's cute," Derek smirked. "You should see her when she throws her little tantrums though. It's adorable!"

A symphony of aww's followed Derek's condescending comment as Jackie sat on the beach towel mortified. Her face simmered red in frustration. What could have caused this? Whatever had, she knew she had to get away from here. She stood up, barely reaching the chest of her previously younger cousin.

"I want to go home!" Jackie demanded, stomping her foot. "Right now!"

"What's the rush, kiddo?" Derek responded. "We just got here!"

Jackie had enough. She started to run away, hoping to make it home to change into anything else. However, she didn't make it far. She could only waddle in her thick diaper and running over shifting sand only made things harder. She made it just a few feet before falling down face first into the sand. Between the pain and humiliation, Jackie couldn't stop herself from crying and kicking her feet into the sand.

Derek came over and scooped her off the ground as if she were light as a feather. Jackie's head rested on his shoulder and her padded butt rested on his beefy arm.

He placed her back on the ground where she wiped the last of her tears away before crossing her arms and pouting.

"We'll go home when I say," Derek said with a mischievous grin. "Now, why don't you play in the sand while we go meet some of the pretty girls, ok?"

Jackie groaned as Derek walked away with his new guy friends to talk to bikini-clad women while she was stuck in a baby's diaper. All the attention from ogling beach boys was now replaced with attention from passersby about "what an adorable little girl" she was. Derek did something to swap their ages, that much was clear. And now, he was babysitting her!

She decided she had no choice but to entertain herself until Derek ruled they could leave. She hesitantly grabbed a red pail and shovel and started work on a sand castle. Maybe it'll be fun, Jackie tried to convince herself. After all, she hadn't made one since... the last time she was a baby girl.

She filled her little pail with sand and turned it upside down to make a column. She did that three more times to make the four corners of the structure. As she grabbed handfuls of sand to pack in between each of the columns, a group of young boys about eight or nine years old came over and stomped out her sandcastle.

"Hey!" Jackie shouted. "That's not nice!"

"Hehehe," one of them teased. "Crybaby!"

"I am not a crybaby!" Jackie said indignantly, resisting the urge to cry as tears began to form in her eyes once again.

"Are too!" the other responded. "Only babies poop in their pants!"

"Maybe she has a stinky diaper already!"

One of the kids pulled on the back of her diaper, causing the woman to squeal as he saw her exposed bottom. The other kid filled Jackie's pail with sand and began dumping it down the back of her diaper. Jackie shot into the air as the two children ran away, chuckling. Her diaper sagged as the large amount of sand began slowly pouring out the leg holes. Almost immediately, the weight of Jackie's loaded diaper made her tip back over, landing on her bottom. The sand redistributed throughout her diaper as she started kicking the ground in another full-blown tantrum.

Derek walked over. "Don't worry Jackie," he said. "We need to get you in your swim diaper anyway."

Jackie was humiliatingly changed out of her sandy diaper into an even more embarrassing bright pink diaper covered in unicorns and ribbons. Derek and a few beach babes he had met wanted to go in the water, but Derek still wanted to keep an eye on his new baby cousin so she would have to swim too.

Derek busted out a pair of Hello Kitty floaties to make the ensemble just an extra bit degrading.

"Please Derek," Jackie begged. "I'm sorry I took you to the beach. We should've stayed at home. But you can't make me go out there like this."

"Come on sweetie," Derek continued teasing. "You'll need them if you're going to swim all by yourself."

Jackie tilted back her head as she dubiously extended her arms so that Derek could slide the pink water wings onto them.

Now shirtless, Jackie toddled her way towards the ocean water. She had earlier wished to flash her breasts to all the boys on the beach, but now they couldn't care less. Their attention was on her thick, pink diaper.

She waded in the shallow end for only a few moments before her tummy rumbled. No, no, no! Her mind raced. All this time in a diaper and she hadn't even considered the possibility of using it! She had to find a bathroom.

She frantically began to push her way back to the shore, but the waves pushed against her and her diaper slowed her down even more. Eventually, she stopped in her tracks as she tried to stop the inevitable. She squatted in the ocean, clenching her butt cheeks as hard as possible.

"Mommy, look!" one kid pointed. "She's taking a poop!"

Children and adults alike began to rush out of the water as Jackie finally stopped straining, emptying a mushy load into the seat of her swim diaper.

"Everyone, out of the water!" a lifeguard announced over intercom as Jackie stood alone in her stinky diaper.

Derek waded towards her to dig the knife in further. "P-U!" he said, wafting the smell away mockingly. "Someone needs a diapie change before we head home."

Jackie's dirty diaper was changed publicly back on the beach shore by Derek as several of his new friends, male and female, observed. She had wanted to flaunt her body, but this is not what she had in mind.

Jackie didn't know when, or if, things would go back to normal. But as long as she was the one filling her diapers and crying over sandcastles, she knew that her once younger cousin would be in charge of her from now on.

#ab/dl #ab/dl caption #ab/dl girl #diaper caption #diaper humiliation #ab/dl babygirl

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blushinggray · 1 year

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change of plans: part 3

i have finally decided to give this no longer little drabble series a working title, but it is still the same fuckboi!sero saga i've been playing around with

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 3/? (part 1 | part 2)

You will do anything to get him off your mind at this point... But all he does is settle right in.

cw // slightly nsfw, university!au (no quirks), sexual content, drug use (weed), slow burn

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"Go on, baby. You can touch it."

His hand drags down the length of your arm to guide your hand down the stiff shape between his legs while you lay together. You want to take a look so badly but he has your eyes locked onto his face, smiling yet demure.

Though you can't see it for yourself, you just know that if you don't get it inside you within the next minute, your life is surely going to end in some way. That's how badly you need it — him — inside you.

"Sero... please." you beg in the quietest voice, knowing that he's only going to make you say it again.

He shushes you and keeps moving your hand to work him up, making him stiffer still, and bigger. It's so hot and heavy in your hand, you can already imagine it settling so snug and tight against you once it's in. So you try to speed things up by draping a leg over his hips, hoping to guide him in now.

"Mm... Want it that bad, don't cha?" He halts your hips with a hand on your stomach, "What's the rush, baby?"

"Please..." you can only beg. "Please, please fuck me already."

"I could never do such a thing." He smirks as his hand drags down your cheek before he holds your chin in his fingertips, "You only deserve the best, beautiful. So just take a seat here, where you'll be comfortable."

Without any effort, he lifts you to sit up on his lap in a straddle, and you can't get him inserted in fast enough. His head digs back into the pillow as he moans from suddenly be swallowed all at once. But when he looks up again, his eyes have changed.

They're dark with intention.

"Alright. We'll do things your way then, princess." He holds your hips in a deadly strong grip that makes your spine tingle in excitement, "But don't say I didn't warn you."

You only have a moment to take in the glint in his eyes before he's lifting and dropping you onto his hips without any more concern for your comfort. It's like you're just a rag doll for him to shake and pleasure himself without any expended effort. The way he handles your body is just unrestrained and effortlessly rough.

Oh, it's heavenly. It's raw, it's dirty, it's exactly what you wanted from him.

You beg him to not stop; to keep using you, talking to you like a precious gem but treating you like a toy. You beg him until your voice runs hoarse. You beg him until—

Until you wake up gasping in your own bed, alone and damp with sweat, in complete darkness save for the streetlights coming through the window.

"Oh my god... fuck." You croak out as you bring your hands up to cover your face, which is also warm and wet from sweat.

Not again. Not fucking again.

This is so frustrating. It's already been two weeks since you accidentally made out with Sero and then had a strangely pleasant lunch with him that same weekend. You haven't seen or heard from him since, but he still appears in your brain to seduce you or fuck you stupid without prompt, leaving you wet panties and sometimes even damp sheets to wake up to.

Actually, it's more than frustrating, it's embarrassing. Pathetically, unnecessarily embarrassing. The worst part is that the orgasms you have after you wake up and get yourself off to get rid of the edge are some of the best you've had in a while.

You don't understand how your brain or your body is still so stuck on this guy without even having interacted with him in weeks. It's ridiculous. It's probably because he's remained a hot topic among your friends after you told them about what happened at the party. And they've taken it upon themselves to gather up and report every single piece of gossip about Sero Fuckboy Hanta to you that they can find. And it really doesn't help that some of them have hooked up with or know people who have hooked up with him in the past too...

So even though you personally know nothing about his sexual patterns or preferences or... measurements, the topic still somehow follows you around the entire time. Which somehow must have been enough to plant the seeds in your subconscious to root and infect the rest of your brain.

You really want nothing more than to be free of all the speculating thoughts or filtered and embellished rumors, so you try to escape it for a day when you show up to chill at Jirou's place, to hang out with the few people you know who probably won't talk about Sero's bedroom escapades.

She invited a few girls over to smoke and listen to her huge collection of vinyls, which is something she does every so often. You've only been there once before when Hagakure dragged you along, but Jirou was accommodating and said you were welcome to join again anytime. So this will hopefully be the perfect opportunity to smoke your thoughts away.

It's a pretty good time, as it usually is with Ashido and Hagakure around. There are a few other girls you've been acquainted with before as well. Uraraka and Toga, who you've seen and met at a few parties, usually together since they're dating but occasionally switching between their (very different) friend groups. And Yaoyorozu, who's dating Jirou and doesn't actually smoke, but attends these things anyway to hang out with her girlfriend and their friends.

Hagakure and Uraraka had chosen the first record, which was an old pop album that was very fitting of their bubbly and fun-loving personalities. Those two and Ashido were definitely more of the giggly and talkative types when they got high or drunk. You suppose you could join in with all their singing and dancing, but you're not actually too familiar with this album outside of the old hit title track, so you couldn't share their excitement.

But by the time the record finishes, Jirou is rolling up another blunt and tells you guys to pick the next one. You browse the shelves with Yaoyorozu for a bit, wondering why you're suddenly so anxious about sharing your music taste and deciding the mood for the next hour. (It's probably the weed, but you're not thinking that at the moment.)

While you're browsing, there's suddenly a knock and a bright voice at the door. One that you recognize but can't exactly put your finger on at the moment.

Though you get your answer when Jirou opens the door with a casual, "Kaminari?"

"Yo!" The familiar voice greets.

"Yo." Another familiar voice greets....

"And Sero." Jirou confirms your fears, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Crashing the party since you didn't bother to invite us!" Kaminari complains in a clearly playful way, "But don't worry, we come bearing food."

Jirou hums and there's the sound of plastic bags being handed off, "I'll allow it."

"Woo! Then let's get litty!" Kaminari cheers as his voice comes closer and he and Sero greet everyone, including you.

You half expect him to come beelining towards you, but mercifully, he only gives you a friendly hello and smile before he addresses Jirou, “Well, Kaminari’s here to crash the party. I actually have a reason to be here. I finally finished editing all your pics.”

“Oh! Thanks.” Jirou exclaims before running off to apparently grab her laptop.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Sero twisting something around in his hand. A flash drive?

Before you can speculate, he catches your gaze and gives you a wink, which immediately makes splutter internally. However, your body is functioning slower than normal with the weed in your system, so at least the surprise doesn’t show.

Okay, act natural. Natural. This is just like any other friendly kickback you’ve been to. Sometimes extra people drop by, it’s totally normal. Even if you happened to have a few wet dreams about those extra people who drop in. Normal. Totally.

You're about to return to your task of choosing the next round of music, but it seems like Yaoyorozu has already found something to her taste. "Do you know this artist?" she asks you as she holds up the record cover.

"Yes I do, actually!" You say, "I don't know every song, but I quite like this album."

The artist travels between genres, but usually settles within the general space of pop, dance, and ballad. You usually enjoy their music no matter what mood you're in, so maybe everyone else will like it too?

After you and Yaoyorozu get it spinning, she carefully places the needle on the record and soft, light, and resonant music starts to fill the room again. Listening from a quality record player does kind of enhance the experience, especially when you're a little out of body.

Kaminari gratefully takes the first hit of the new blunt before passing it over. You're about to return to your seat on the end cushion of the sofa, only to find it's been taken by Sero, who’s sitting beside Jirou so they can hunch over her laptop together. He takes notice before you can turn around to search for another spot though, asking, "Oh, this your seat?"

"I can find another one." You shrug. It's not a big deal. He needs to talk to Jirou about whatever-it-was anyway.

"There's space on my lap if you want." He offers with his usual grin, patting his thigh. There are a few snickers and groans from the others at his shameless flirting.

"I'm good. I'll be fine right here." You say, settling onto the firm arm of the sofa beside him instead. It's pretty flat and the sofa is propped against the wall anyway, so you can just scoot back to lean against it.

While you thought you were safe from the lap-sitting, you didn't take into account that you're still right beside Sero, because the next thing he does is raise and rest his arm on your thighs.

"Hm." He hums as he takes the rotating blunt from Jirou, "I'm good with this, too." He agrees innocently, leaning some of his weight into you as he inhales deep. And when he finally breathes out the smoke, his hand playfully squeezes at the sides of your shin, bringing your attention to just how big his hands really are... You feel like they could swallow you whole if he put them on you.

Jirou brings Sero’s attention back to the screen, where she’s pulled up the photos that were saved in the flash drive Sero had at first. “Wow, these look pretty good, Sero.” Jirou praises.

“Don’t they?” Sero agrees, smiling proudly as he takes another deep drag and turning in your direction to blow the smoke out over your lap. You roll your eyes when he smiles lazily at you, offering you the blunt.

You take it quickly, hoping to fog up any more thoughts you might have about his hands. Or his arms. Or how he's starting to cuddle into your lap when he leans his head onto his arm that's already on your thighs. As you’re taking your own puff though, they start talking about the photos again beside you, and you can’t help your own curiosity so you peek over too.

Yaoyorozu and Jirou and looking and pointing at the laptop at photos of… them. They’re not the typical ‘pose in front of scenery’ type photos you take on a day out either. They're close up portraits and actually pretty professional looking setups. The photo quality is insanely good, so these surely must have been taken with a professional camera.

“I think I like this one the most.” Yaoyorozu says, clicking on a photo where it’s a close up of her and Jirou, pressed close together and wrapped up in a red cape or mantle or some sort. Yaoyorozu is the one wearing it, but she and Jirou both hold it up to keep themselves close and covered. Like they’re protecting one another even as they take on the world. That’s the feeling you get from Jirou’s whimsical expression towards the camera and Yaoyorozu’s rather tender gaze at her girlfriend.

“I really like this one, too.” Jirou agrees, sharing a quick kiss with her girlfriend. “You look like you’re so in love with me.”

“Uhm! Well, that’s— Is that so wrong?” Yaoyorozu squeaks, getting pink in the cheeks.

Jirou chuckles and puts an arm around her, “Not at all. Quite the opposite, I’d say.”

Moving your eyes away from the increasingly affectionate moment happening between those two, you try to take a closer look at the photo on the laptop screen, “That does look pretty impressive. What are these for?”

“They’re just for fun. Sero asked us to model for him, actually.” Jirou answers. “He’s pretty good at taking photos.”

“You’re kidding.” You say, turning to look at Sero, who’s giving you a smile that feels both proud and modest at the same time. Does that mean that he’s actually into photography or that he’s just another one of those people who buys an expensive camera to play with and look cool? You’ve come across your fair share of those.

“He’s put together lots of photo collections before.” Yaoyorozu mentions with a smile, “If I’m not wrong, I believe you do both actual photo shoots and more candid street photography. Is that right, Sero?”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s not like I spend too much time thinking about it.” Sero shrugs, removing himself from your lap to lean against the back of the sofa and stretch his arms behind his head.

“Yeah right, dude!” Kaminari cackles from the floor, where he’s leaned against the front of the couch that Ashido occupies. She’s already messing around with Kaminari’s hair with a bunch of clips. “You spend like an hour getting your whole ass photo shoots ready before you’re even ready to take an actual picture. Like you gotta have the set, the lighting, the wardrobe, the wind effects, the whole shebang.”

“Shut up, dude.” Sero laughs back, “When it’s art, it’s art! But sometimes, you just need good subject and you’re set.”

You try to pretend that Sero is not looking at you as he says that last part, hiding your expression in another long drag before finally passing it over. The same way you pretend that your curiosity is not raging over learning something new about Sero as a person. That there actually is more to him than the smooth-talking playboy that you’ve been seeing.

On top of his easily attractive face and personality — and unfairly persuasive mouth — he knows the best food spots, is friendly with pretty much everyone, likes photography, apparently puts work into his art projects, and from what you’ve seen today, makes his friends look incredible. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s someone that’s worth getting to know better.

As the blunt burns down to the filter after passing through countless fingers, the group gradually gets loopier and chattier. Some are calmer while others are more giggly, but there isn’t a dull moment in the room. Food, jokes, gossip, philosophy, and pure silliness pass through the air like they travel through the smoke itself, and everyone gets a taste of everyone else’s thoughts. Even you, who had been feeling a small wave of anxiety at first, feel much more comfortable as you settle into this friendly, fun atmosphere filled with nice music.

And you’re clearly not the only one, as a certain person who’s been leaning slightly against you starts to slouch more and more comfortably until he’s practically half laying on you. Sero’s entire arm rests along the length of your legs as his back presses into the side of your thigh, while he uses your lower stomach as a headrest of sorts.

You’re pretty faded at this point, so it only occurs to you that you’re letting Sero press himself against you a little too long after the fact.

"Hey, move..." You say when you eventually realize, arching your back to subtly nudge his head away, “How long have you been here anyway?”

"But you're so soft." Sero says, gently squeezing your calf, which actually feels kind of good... "And comfy."

Are you really? That’s a compliment right? It sure feels like it by the way he starts absently massaging your calf with the hand that’s resting on you.

No. No. Stick to the plan! Move him!

Move him.

Move...

As you put your hand on his head to push him off yourself, you realize after a few futile pushes that his hair is really soft... And clean.

You don't know if you expected someone with such a greasy personality to have a greasy appearance to match, but his hair is really thick and easy to slip your fingers through. He must take care of it. It feels nice...

"Mmm..." He purrs against your lap, sending a ticklish vibration through your legs. "That feels nice." He echoes your own thoughts.

You scoff but you don't have the mind to pull your hands away. Mostly because every time you try to, Sero just snatches them back to get you to keep petting him like some house cat. While you could chalk it up to your hazy state of mind, you do think you would still genuinely laugh at that even if you were sober.

The vinyl that's playing is nearing the end of its track list, and you can tell because the singer starts crooning out in soft French, a totally different language from the rest of the album despite having a similar musical vibe. Some of the others comment on it, saying that they didn't know that the artist could speak French.

"It's actually a cover of a French song that's already quite famous," Yaoyorozu explains, "I'm quite fond of this album because of this song."

Jirou picks up the booklet that came with the record and opens it up to read some of the song lyrics printed inside with Yaoyorozu. "Oh wow, it really is. Do you understand all this, Momo? Since you studied French before."

"Yes, I do. It's beautiful." She smiles as she points along to what must be the verse that the record has reached and starts singing softly in French along with the artist's voice.

It could also be the weed enhancing your listening experience, but Yaoyorozu's voice is very nice. A naturally sweet, higher pitch than the singer's, even in the same key, but it sounds good. This is one of your favorites off the album, too.

Before you realize it, you're singing right along to the words with Yaoyorozu. In a different key to harmonize differently with her, but they come pretty naturally to you since you've listened to this song many times in the past.

It only occurs to you that the others are paying attention to you and your little spontaneous duet with Yaoyorozu when Sero shifts his head to look up at you, making it harder to keep stroking his hair. But it kind of helped your rhythm, so slide your hand down a bit to gently stroke at the shape of his collarbone instead, still singing with Yaoyorozu even as you make vague eye contact with Sero.

It isn't until the song is over that everyone starts bombarding you with questions.

"You know French too, [Name]??"

"And you can sing? What the heck was with that perfect harmonization?!"

"Yo, I am high as fuck right now, but that sounded so fucking good. Like no joke, it was like angels or something in the room."

You laugh at their dramatic compliments, thanking them before saying, "Yeah, I studied a little bit of French before. Plus, I'm friends with this international student who likes to help me practice. Do you guys know him? Aoyama, from the theatre department."

"Oh my god, you know Aoyama too?" Hagakure gushes, "He is such a diva, but I kinda like him. He's super funny!"

"Isn't he?" You giggle as you think about how unserious your friend is. "You know we went to an amusement park together once and he stayed in the hall of mirrors for like, thirty minutes. On purpose."

"Sounds like Aoyama, all right." Ashido agrees as Hagakure laughs.

As the topic of Aoyama and his hilarious antics goes back and forth for a bit, you feel your hand being repositioned again. You had been resting it on Sero's collarbone and shoulder, but man himself brings it down to hold to his chest, essentially making you hug him with your arm since he's already partially laying on you.

He isn't making you pat him or stroke his hair like earlier, but he's kind of just holding you there. To keep you close? What's up with that?

You get the casual touching and leaning against you, since it's not unheard of to get touchy feely when smoking with your friends, but now he's just straight up making you cuddle him in public. Isn't this a little too much?

"Hey," he brings your attention back down to him, where you see he's got the new blunt that you saw Kaminari pack and roll at first. He tucks the filter between his lips before gesturing for you to come towards him, "C'mere."

Your immediate reaction is to refuse, but the way his eyes hold yours leave you privy to his demands. You don't know why, but even when he's upside down, something magnetizes you to his face, his lazy expression, his slightly hooded eyes.

Slowly, you lean forward until your face hovers somewhere above his, where your eyes level with his but in opposite positions. And he maintains eye contact with you — the same way he did that fateful night he spit booze into your mouth — before he removes the blunt from his lips and reaches up.

You realize that you probably should have seen this coming when you feel his hand behind your head pulling you down to meet his lips as he breaths all of the smoke he just inhaled into your mouth. You gasp in pure surprise, sending all the smokey vapor into your own lungs a little too fast.

Pulling up from Sero's hold to let out a surprisingly shallow cough, you're met with a grin that makes him look way too satisfied with himself. Which compels you to snatch the blunt from him to take a drag for yourself. And, in a bold move, you lean down to press your lips into his once more, prying them open to return the favor.

Sero, though, with apparent lungs of steels, doesn't seem too effected by the counterattack. He takes it in stride and even keeps you down with his hand on the back of your head again to kiss you for a little longer.

And you're impressed that he can take what he dishes out. And pleasantly surprised that his kiss still feels just as good even when high and upside down.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Did I miss something?" Ashido's voice breaks you out of the moment and back into reality, prompting you to finally pull away from Sero's evil mouth. "Did you two hook up or finally get together or something?"

It's clear who the question is directed at. No one else is being suspiciously cuddly or even making out openly despite there being actual couples in the room. Which makes you kind of embarrassed to admit, "No. Nothing of the sort."

"So... this is just a thing you guys are gonna do now?" Ashido raises a brow at you, "Act all cuddly and Spider-Man kiss each other out of nowhere?"

"I dunno." Sero's still got his smug grin on as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Is it?"

"He started it." You defend, as if it's valid excuse, as you take one last proper drag for yourself before passing it on, "I have no plans to be some Mary-Jane."

"Plans change sometimes." Sero reminds you. It's the same thing he said to you last time at that Thai restaurant... And you can't even refute him because he's right.

You came here today to smoke your thoughts of him out of your brain, yet here he is, taking up every cell that remains after the pot has settled in. The last thing that you needed after having embarrassingly wet dreams about this guy was to have him lay up on you like a pillow and provoke you into a shotgun kiss.

So trying to remain true to your plans not to get involved with Sero while still enjoying the rest of your high, you force him off of you with the excuse that you want to eat. The food is delicious, and not just because you're high. It somehow does not surprise you to hear that Sero was also the one who chose the restaurant to pick up the food from.

But to keep your mind occupied, you move about the room, talking to different people, looking at Jirou's other records, trying to get an impromptu guitar lesson even though you can barely remember how to put your fingers on the strings, and at some point singing in the group circle when a song that everyone knows and loves comes on.

When evening comes, you decide to head home first. You actually live pretty close to here, about three stops away on the bus. After taking care of everything and thanking Jirou and the others for inviting you, you take your leave. But you're not even two steps down the hallway when Sero comes out after you.

"Hey, wait up!"

You roll your eyes, but there's a small smile pulling at your cheeks as you slowly turn to him, "What?"

He stops in front of you, simply looking at you without saying anything for a few moments. You don't know what that look on his face means, but the slight hesitation and indecision feels kind of foreign on his usually confident and smug face.

But in the end, he doesn't choose any words, instead just grabbing hold of your arms to lean in and kiss you. You gasp a little but your eyes are already closed, and it's only a swift second later that Sero pushes you gently to lean your back against the wall.

Damn it, you keep forgetting how good he is at this. How easily you get wrapped up in his soft lips, big hands, lean body, nice cologne... It's a touch woodsy, but a little fruity, and infused with the smoke from the pot. And it pairs so well with way he just overwhelms you in size and hidden strength as he squeezes his way up your arms to your shoulders, and eventually to cup your face.

As striking and romantic and cute as that kiss on the couch was, you have to say you prefer being able to kiss him like this. On equal standing to exchange touch, and to see how adorably kissed up he looks in those short seconds where you pull away to look at each other before diving right back in.

It doesn't even occur to you that this is exactly what you didn't want happening until he pulls away to kiss at your jaw, "Can I walk you home?"

Your body teeters between yes and no because yes, you do want to keep doing this in the privacy of your own room, but no because you don't want this to stop for even a second.

But somehow, your senses take the reins on your mouth as you chuckle out, "I don't think that's a good idea. Then you'll know where I live." You bring your hand up to push him away from your neck that he's kissing to look at you instead, stroking his cheek with your palm, "And surely nothing good can come out of that."

Sero's eyes don't have that usual humor lighting them up, but he remains flirty nonetheless as he moves his hands down to wrap around your waist, "Am I not gonna find out eventually? 'Cause this whole 'getting to know you without making out' thing isn't working out like I thought."

“And whose fault is that?”

“I admit, I started it. But you’ve been kissing me right back.” He points out.

You can’t even say anything to defend yourself because it would just be a straight up lie. You did kiss him back. You were just kissing him back and coming back for more just a minute ago. While you could chalk it up to being under the influence again, you wonder if you’ll be able to use that excuse the next time you get caught up with him like this. Because you have a feeling that this is going to happen again, whether or not you see it coming. Something about that excites you, as much as you know you should heed caution.

The longer you two stare at each other with your sticky eyes, and his thumbs keep caressing at your hips, the more tension builds and builds until it probably starts to saturate the entire hallway. But eventually, after some reflection, you come to a decision.

“I’m gonna head home.” You say, removing his hands from your waist, “Alone.”

After all, you're still coming down from a high. You probably shouldn't be making decisions like this while your head isn't on straight.

Sero takes a step back with a subtly disappointed, but understanding look on his face. “Alright. Get home safe.”

You’re about three steps away when you pause with a sigh, then turn right back around to hold your hand out for Sero’s phone. After you finish putting your number into his contacts, you hand it back to him, "Call me tomorrow and we'll see if I've changed my mind."

"And if you haven't?" He raises his brows.

"Then I'll treat you to lunch this time." You say with a last caress to his cheek before making your way down the hall again, "See ya, Sero."

"Alright." He chuckles with a slight snort, "See ya."

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tbc

a/n: you might have already guessed, but i was describing this illustration from the DRAWING SMASH exhibition

also, if you don't have your own lil french song to insert into that one scene, you can always use this one

part 4

#sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #drabble #even tho it’s definitely not a drabble anymore lmfao #this entire part was loosely inspired by indila’s ‘love story’ and t swift’s ‘maroon’#although ‘question…?’ off the midnights album works p well with it this series as a whole i think #mine

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kuumara · 1 year

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Erica.

Will. Erica and Will. Why Erica? Mike wonders. Erica and Will have barely interacted before. And now it's like Erica is- dare I say- replacing Mike.

They're drawing. Or, Will is drawing. Erica is doodling, if you can even call that a doodle. Mike draws way better than Erica, Will should be drawing with him.

They're drawing horses. Ponies. He doubts Will even likes horses, he's more of a dragon type of guy, he likes drawing dragons. He likes drawing dragons for Mike. That thought makes Mike feel better. But gets distracted by Will's laugh; he's laughing at something Erica said. Genuinely laughing. Mike's irritated again.

Erica keeps on joking, and Will is laughing more and more. Erica is, like, eight, Will should be hanging out with people his age. He should be hanging out with Mike. Well, he does, but right now he should be. Not with goddamn Erica.

"Mike, watch your posture." Karen passes by. "And stop lurking."

Mike grunts, offended. He's not lurking. He's just observing Will and Erica, from a distance. From the top of the stairs, peeking his head through the railing and craning his neck to see into the living room.

Karen comes back to scold him a little more for not sitting straight, then leaves. Mike goes back to lurking. Lucas comes from the basement, where him and Dustin are teaching Holly how to play D&D. Mike and Will were supposed to be there too, and Erica, but Lucas and Dustin were the most enthusiastic about learning Holly about the game, so they all had nothing to do and went upstairs. When Mike got enough of Erica's sarcasm, he went upstairs to get books but rather stayed on the stairs. He doesn't want to start fighting with an eight year old.

Lucas sees Mike on the stairs, lurking.

"Will, Erica, Mike wants to play with you!" He casually yells to the living room. Doesn't even care about his best friend's well-being. Lucas smiles at him, thinking he did a good thing. He didn't, and Mike wants to say something to him or flip him off or something, but Will's voice interrupts him. Every time he speaks it's like the power goes out in his head.

"Oh, Mike, you're there. Come here already," Mike obeys and slowly picks up his book he was intending on reading and walks towards Will's voice.

"Lurker," Erica says as soon as she sees him.

"Yeah." He says back, since he doesn't know what else to say. He's tired of arguing with her. Erica laughs. Not at him, but in a she thinks he's funny way.

Lucas comes back from getting snacks in the kitchen. "You kids be nice to Mikey, alright? He's shy a lit-" Mike throws a pillow at his face, and Erica laughs some more.

He gasps, and continues in a fake whiny voice. "Alright, then. Erica, you may take my spot in the party, I'm leaving-" Another pillow gets thrown at him. By Will. Then another one by Erica, and Lucas runs away to the basement with a full bowl of candy, dropping some bags on the way. Those are shared between Erica, Will and Mike.

"Good hunt today, then," Will says.

"Yep. If we'll get candy like this every time Mike is with us, we might even keep you," Erica adds. Even though she's joking, he figures it's better than having her constantly mock him. At least he can ensure she doesn't get Will to hang out with her more than him. Insider working, some might say.

"Mike, has Erica told you what Lucas has under his bed yet?"

thois was intened to be longer and better or smth bc i had sm ideas earlier but i got to the middle and i forgot all of it

anyway inspired by @foodiewithdahoodie post i cant fucking link stuff. it was a post about erica plus byler being menaces and i agree

#mike wheeler #will byers #erica sinclair #stranger things #byler ficlet #byler #this can be considered byler right

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minuy600 · 6 months

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The Arcade Games of 1980 #4: Pac-Man

Oh sh*t we're already here. The yellow circle with a mouth has arrived. Toru Iwatani & crew have been cookin' even before Cutie Q arrived, and what came out of it is merely a game that's still loved and recognised 43 years later. Can't say I disagree, i've been playing this one non stop for a couple weeks just so I would be good enough to write this review.

That doesn't mean I don't have my few little issues with it, but we'll get to that when we get to that. First up, let me begin by saying the characters in this game are genious. Blinky, Pinky, Inky, Clyde and of course Pac-Man himself are entirely original and have been created specifically for this title. Unless i'm mistaken, this is the first time video game actors were given distinct names. Pretty cool!

The ghosts all behave differently too. We got the fast Blinky, both Inky and Pinky try to place themselves in front of the gobbling pizza, and then there's Clyde who just kinda fucks around. I hate him, somehow he manages to kill me the most. All given hues of red, blue, pink and orange, and those look particularly nice. Namco sure knew how color worked.

Now, your aim is to empty out a maze of all it's dots, eating fruit and power pellets and yadda yadda you know this already. One of the game's biggest strengths and detractors is the slow but steady buildup in difficulty. No longer is there about 4 stages of increased speed before it peaks (Moon Cresta notwithstanding). This is a GRIND. 21 unique stages, some of them being breathers, most of them requiring increased skill to get to.

As for me? I got to stage 12 once, and saw the third and final cutscene that happens after stage 9 like what, 3 times? Oh yes. The cutscenes. Another thing majorly improved over Taito's games. Those were charming, these were little STORIES. The Pacster being chased by Blinky, before becoming comically huge and reversing the process. Then Blinky breaks himself open after moving past... a needle, maybe? Lastly, he patches himself up partially but then gets demoted to what looks like a predecessor to the worm design from Worms.

Back on track, yeah if you were planning on getting through this one, better get used to the patterns you can find online. The AI code can be deciphered and exploited so you'll always win. Unless you're me, cuz it didn't work on my end. Annoying when you're a completionist and wanna see everything. Which leads me to the biggest grievances of the game.

I love the gameplay loop and all, but the first few stages are slooooow. Having to tackle the first two stages repeatedly when you are a dedicated player is a no go nowadays. It thankfully speeds up after the first cutscene, the intensity by then feels good. The ghosts stop relenting and crawling back to their corners after a certain point, too. Would've preferred to get right into that phase, honestly.

What irks me even more is that you can still get totally messed up in those super early stages. If you don't know your patterns, hoh, you better say your prayers before starting another high score chase. And then there's the controls on top of that. Seems like it isn't well optimised for home play, there's too many goddamn times I lost lives thanks to a misread input or the game deciding I would be better off not taking a corner. It's a disappointment for sure, and now you understand why I can't give it a perfect score despite nailing everything else.

Still though, are you kidding me with this game? You're taking a genre that only had minor success via the 'greats' of Heiankyo Alien and Head On, and not only add to it, make it so replayable and expertly crafted that everyone with a flick of interest in video games knows exactly who this Puckman dude is and is always up for a round or 2 of it? Games will run it close in the distant future, but the high bar has been set. For this game is with only a single subjective flaw.

Peak.

The Verdict

Graphics (10): Perfect simplicity. The ghosts are distinct via their sharp coloring, Pac-Man is very recognisable himself obviously despite his simple design. Then there's more subtle things I enjoy. The thing I wanted to mention most are the details on the fruits. We've absolutely not seen real-life objects look this good before, and yes, I will forgive the melon not looking too much like it's real counterpart. Heck, even the flagship from Galaxian makes a cameo! Love the cutscenes, enjoy the attract screen, it's two big thumbs up all the way.

Sound (9): If you're reading this, chances are you're hearing the noises in your head as we speak. They never get old. ...Okay maybe the ghost chasing noise does when you're almost done with a stage and you've been playing for hours straight. Nothing about this game sounds like it came from a 43 year old board, rather, there's this overarching jolly vibe that Iwatani-san wanted on purpose to appeal to a wider demographic (women) who weren't in the mood for the giant list of shooting and sports. Wacka wacka wacka! Yadda yadda yadda! Humor! Humor! Humor! Etc.

Fun Factor (8): Apologies everyone, i've failed you. If the game didn't sometimes seemingly decide that this bunny being dead was hilarious, it would have been an easy 9. This game knows how to excite, entice and keep you coming back for more. Eating ghosts and, in later stages, fruit, is a dopamine hit like nothing else. Managing to outsmart a ghost is beyond satisfying. The relief of beating a stage beats that of anything that came before it since there's more obvious rewards from it, in a subtle fashion perhaps. Gah. It stinks I can't enjoy it to the fullest like so, so many people have done before. I can appreciate the hell out of it at least!

Longevity (10): This was a long debate in my head, but considering the level of repetition that almost all games (depending on opinion) had in this period, it's gonna get full marks from me still. 21 levels cannot be beat. 256 especially so, as some want to go the extra mile and see the one and only Pac-Man kill screen. I can only envy them and their arduous study of the patterns required to get there and remembering them for *hours* straight. Me? I'm happy with my couple weeks of hard labor, with the addiction factor so high that I refused to quit untill I broke another record on occasion. You CAN decide when to quit the hustle as there's obvious hard limits, too. Ideal for the healthy under us!

In Conclusion

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