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idleoblivion · 1 month

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"Yes, Professor" Crewel x GN Reader

Synopsis: The allowance Crowley gives you just isn’t enough. Maybe you can convince your alchemy professor to assist you somehow…

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Literally the first smut I've ever written so I'm so nervous to post this, I don't know what possessed me to write this but here we are lol.

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship, gn reader, shy/nervous reader, semi-public sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overuse of the word 'puppy'

You knock on the door to his office three times and hear shuffling for a moment on the other side.

“Come in.”

You open it and take a few steps in before spotting him at his desk. Divus Crewel, your alchemy professor, as he sorts through a stack of what you assume are the lab reports you turned in earlier that day. He stops what he’s doing and motions you to a chair in front of his desk.

“You said you wanted to speak to me, yes? I hope you weren’t lying about it being important.”

You swallowed and tried to straighten your posture as you sat down. “No, I wasn’t. Thank you for meeting with me.”

He looks you over and you feel your resolve weakening. Maybe this really wasn’t a good idea after all.

Crewel meets your eyes expectantly. “Well, what is it then?”

You can barely continue to make eye contact with how tight your chest feels with anxiety. You play with your hands anxiously in your lap. After a few seconds of silence, he continues.

“I don’t have all evening, pup. Tell me what you’re here for, quickly.” His tone became more sharp, prompting you to nervously begin.

“So you know, about my…. um, living situation and uh, money… I, uh, I don’t really have a lot and m-my clothes and uniform are a wreck, and…. and my friends talk about seeing movies and going out but I-“

“Puppy,” he interrupts you, “I am aware of your circumstances. However, I am also aware that the headmaster does supply you a small allowance for food and clothes, even if they may be….” He stops himself from finishing his sentence as he looks at your uniform on you. “Never mind. I won’t lie and say I feel no sympathy for you, but if you’re about to ask me to start funding you as well, the answer is no. I could not allow myself to freely spoil every puppy who is less fortunate in my class.”

“I…well, I-“ you stutter, but will yourself to continue, “I didn’t say it would be for free.” The last part barely comes out as a whisper, but the look on his face tells you he heard it well. You shift in your seat at his change in expression.

“Oh? Well, it still wouldn’t be considered appropriate of me to take bribes or favors from students, but…” he trails off for a moment, and you notice an increasing intensity in his gaze, “I suppose I can hear you out.”

If you were anxious before, you were almost panicky now. You hadn’t expected to actually get this far, for him to actually consider your offer and not just scold or report you, but you couldn’t deny the building excitement inside you either.

“If… if you help me, I’ll, um… well, uh, what would you want me to do?” Struggling to find the confidence yourself, you try to make him spell it out, but he must realize what you’re doing as his smirk only grows.

“I think you had something in mind to offer me, puppy, and if you really want my help you’re going to have to say it.” He stands up and removes his oversized fur coat and lays it on his chair behind him. “That’s an order, from your master. Tell me what you’ll do for me.”

He leans over his desk, looking at you smugly. Part of you wonders if he knew this is where your conversation would head, but you quickly disperse that thought and stand up yourself.

“…Anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it.” You hesitantly step towards his desk and lean in.

He laughs lightly under his breath, then looks back at you.

“We’re just going in circles, aren’t we? Alright, puppy, I’ll be generous today and help you. Come here.”

You walk around the desk to stand in front of him directly. His gloved hand comes up to your face and holds your jaw gently. He leans down some, and speaks to you in a low voice.

“You know, there’s that Al-Asim boy and Kingscholar, among others, who have plenty of wealth to throw around at this school. So, what brought you to my office and not their dorms, puppy? If you can say that, I’ll give you a reward.”

His hand on your face forces you to keep looking at him. You take one more deep breath before quietly answering.

“I…I want you. Not them. You.”

He smiles at that and gives you a quick peck on the forehead. “Good puppy. Now sit on my desk.”

You lift yourself onto his desk and he walks forward, caging you in with his arms. He leans down and kisses you gently at first. Just his lips on yours has your body burning up as you wrap your arms around him. You let him slip his tongue in and he groans into your heated kiss.

“You know,” he pauses and takes a step back, “I think I’ve still let you get your way too easily.” He pulls his desk chair back up and sits down while removing his gloves. “So, be a good puppy and get rid of these.” He grabs and tugs on the pants of your uniform.

You feel your face get even hotter but comply, taking them off with your underwear and tossing them to the floor. You instinctively try and keep your legs shut, but he tsks at you and pries them open.

He bites his lip as he looks at you, then meets your eyes with a predatory look. “Touch yourself for me.”

You begin slowly, nervous and self-conscious under his stare, but the bulge straining against his pants tells you you have no reason to be. You try to look away from him but he calls your attention back immediately.

“Eyes on me. That’s an order.”

You hesitantly obey and fix your gaze back on him. He undoes his belt and frees his cock from his pants. Your hands slow as you watch him intently.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, puppy. Keep going.”

You’re both touching yourselves now, his eyes following every desperate movement of your fingers as you get more and more aroused. Watching him stroke himself to the sight of you adds to your embarrassment and pleasure. You bite your lip to stifle your voice.

“Puppy, you want to me to fuck you?”

You’re ashamed of the whimper you let you out when he says it, but nod vigorously anyway.

“Say it.”

“Yes professor, please fuck me.”

“Stop then. Hold your legs open for me.”

You obey and he walks back over to you. He kisses you again, deep and passionate while he undoes the tie of your uniform and opens your shirt. He gently pulls it off of you before his hands come up to grope your chest.

He pulls your hips closer to the edge, and you can feel him start teasing you with the head of his cock. You bury your face in his shoulder as he starts inching himself into you. You moan feeling yourself stretch for him. He grunted as he bottomed out in you, then held still for a moment.

He pulls you back away from his shoulder to look at you, and smirks at your lustful, blissed out face. He gives you no further warning before he starts moving, feeling you clutch onto him as he thrusts.

You can no longer stop yourself from moaning loudly, with how deep he feels inside you and him nipping at your neck while his hips never slow or stop, he fucks you steady and hard.

“Look at you, getting so loud. Is it good, puppy? You like it?”

“Ah- yes, yes professor, so good I-“

You nearly squeal as a particular thrust leaves you reeling, and he moans as he feels you tighten around him. He sped up, fucking you faster and harder until you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“Crying for me, puppy?” He smiled and licked a tear that had fallen down your cheek. The pressure building inside you was getting to be too much.

“Professor, p-professor I’m-“ you gasped as he bit you on the shoulder and grabbed your hips roughly.

“Cum for me, puppy. You can do it, be good for me.”

With a wail, your orgasm hit you hard, making you keel over and grab onto Crewel for support. Your body was on fire and he didn’t stop for a moment, he just kept holding your hips with a tight grip you while he pounded into you harshly. He cursed under his breath, praising you in your ear as he chased his own release.

“Fuck puppy I’m close, take it, fuck-“

He finally releases and you feel his cock twitch as he cums inside you. The warm feeling has you softly moan again, despite how absolutely exhausted your body was.

You both took a few moments to finish coming down from your highs. He makes you look at him again, and smirks at how fucked out you look.

“So, we’ll get you some new clothes this weekend, puppy? That sound good?”

You tiredly nod, and he kisses you again.

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melodic-haze · 2 months

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☆ — DEMO TRACK: bottom!Robin (HSR) x top!Reader

☆ — GENRE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Semi-public sex (it's in a venue green room), reader has a cock/strap

Can't believe that my first post is Robin thirst (I say that when my acc theme is literally her 💀) but I REALLY can't stop thinking about fucking her in her private dressing room LOL

Like imagine she calls you in or smth as a form of "distraction" from "pre-performance jitters" with both of you knowing FULL WELL that she isn't nervous in the least. She's even acting the part: her eyebrows furrowed, a hand lightly tugging on the fabric of your clothes as she's asking you to stay with her

"I don't think I'd be able to get out there and sing without your help." Her eyes look at you as if she were pleading, though you've spent enough time with the singer that you easily spot the tiniest glimmer in that alluring sea of green, "Won't you care to stay a little while longer..?"

Doesn't really take long for it to go from simply talking and hanging out to bending her over on the table. All it took was a squeeze here, a graze there, and suddenly neither of you can keep your hands off each other

Could be that she's laying down on her back, legs spread and on your shoulders as you move your fingers in her to find that sweet spot that has her singing your favourite song made just for you on the fly. Could be that she's facing down as you use her wings as handlebars to keep her upright and she can see herself and her perfect image get absolutely RUINED and railed by none other than you on the mirror and her insides just clench at the sight

Her appearance is absolutely MESSED THE FUCK UP right now (the hair and makeup people are Stressing) but Robin really can't bring herself to care. Not when her brain's gone to who knows where. All that's important right now is chasing that high until she--

You hear a somewhat urgent knock on the door, your efforts stuttering at your moment's intrusion, "Miss Robin? We need to set you up in five."

You don't see or hear your pretty little angel respond, though judging by the dazed-out look on her face it's clear that.. well, it's not as if she's so dazed out that she can't begin to process the current events—it's more like she doesn't want to process it.

Apparently whoever it was didn't take the hint because the staff's voice rang past the door once again, "Miss Robin? Are you there?"

You eventually see her sigh resignedly, her eyebrows furrowed genuinely this time as she cleared her throat and answered awkwardly, putting all her strength into making sure she doesn't sound like some fucked-out mess.

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll be there on time," she let out a seemingly good-natured laugh to sell the charade, though the corners of her mouth twitched the slightest bit.. before she bit her lip as she slowly grinded herself on you. "Though careful there—worry like that and-- mm.. I might think you like me."

You hear the staff member stutter past the door before footsteps begin to scurry away. With the way your lover was just moving, you'd have thought that she wanted to continue.. but she pushes herself off of you and pulls up her panties with a small apologetic smile.

She tells you that as much as she really wanted to continue, she shouldn't. She has a job to do, and being late or skipping on a show just wouldn't do! She promises to finish things with you when she's done, and that promise comes in the form of cleaning her slick off of you and leaving a lingering kiss.. before asking you to help her with getting her appearance back to looking AT LEAST presentable LMAOOOO

It takes you both more than five minutes and the staff are baffled but it's not like you can explain it 😭😭 so have fun with the scrutinising stares 🫶

Robin's got better self-control than me I would've died if I had to perform while bricked the fuck up LOL. But trust me when I say that it's worth it when she gets off the stage and she pounces at you and begs you to finish what you started bc she deserves it as a reward after a hard day of work, right?

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crowsoundsonly · 9 months

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Don't Stop

pair: the Darkling x fem!reader

word count: ~3k

summary: general kirigan discovers just how touch starved you are in a sparring session.

warnings: lite semi smut, essentially a thigh kink...., a touch of self-conscious reader with moments of poor self-esteem, kind of ooc!darkling at the end, but i'm not mad about it.

a/n: hej guys !! this is the first fic that i'm posting on this blog, so i hope you like it !!

You know you are not alone in your fascination with the Darkling, making the fact that you watch him more than you should more of a problem than it should be. You hear the whispers among the other Grisha about his appearance, his power, his mystery, and you can’t help but to fall into the trap. He never pays you any attention, and why should he? You never considered yourself the prettiest, the strongest, or the best, especially when it comes to the Small Science. Grisha you are, but exceptional you are not.

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“Again,” Botkin calls to you, instructing you to run the training course around the courtyard and into the forest for the third time today. With only a nod, you obey and take off running, praying that this will be the final time.

You concentrate on your breathing, keeping it at a steady rhythm as you pass through the courtyard, glancing quickly at Botkin watching the other Grisha spar in the middle. The path into the forest is all too familiar, the ground becoming uneven with unearthed roots and rocks. You quickly slip into the world of your thoughts which is dangerously full of General Kirigan.

Lost in yourself, you fail to notice the ground becoming stone under your feet. You skim the shoulder of someone as you round the corner of the last hall before you return to Botkin at the start, sprinting the final stretch. Your combat instructor is waiting for you, his arms crossed before him, standing beside the Darkling himself.

Your heart seemingly beats faster; not due to the three mile run you just completed, but for fear and anticipation of what these men have in store for you. Halting before them, you quiet your breathing, willing your heart to slow down enough so you can get a word out without panting.

“This is her?” General Kirigan asks in a tone that can only be described as nonplussed, his eyes surveying you carefully.

“Yes, sir,” Botkin nods.

A hum, then a reply that makes you even more apprehensive than before, “She’ll do.”

“Do what?” you blurt, then recover yourself by finishing, “If I may ask.” You know you should hold your tongue, but the words are spoken before you can tie them down. Eyes expectantly watch the General as the corners of his lips twitch up slightly at your question.

“Fight.”

Before you can register the word, you are grabbed by the arm and led by General Kirigan to the sparring circle in the middle of the courtyard. Every sense you have is trained on the General’s hand on your body, on the grip he has around your arm. As quickly as you were snatched, you are released and left alone in the middle of the ring.

Luckily, many of the Grisha have already completed their training, so you are unhindered by too many eyes watching the commotion. Still, enough gather around to get your blood to sound in your ears. You stand, eyes darting around in an attempt to puzzle together what is happening to you.

“Who am I fighting, sir?” you ask tentatively.

A smirk pulls at the General’s mouth before he simply says, “Me.”

Your brain comes to a halt. Then goes into overdrive. You cannot possibly fight the Darkling, the most feared man in the country. You are a mediocre fighter at best who can barely fight Grisha of her own level. The Darkling is going to beat you to a pulp if he shows any self control.

General Kirigan humorously watches your panic as he shrugs off his kefta, seemingly enjoying the terrified look on your face. You take short breaths in an attempt to get your adrenaline pumping enough so the pain will be less intense. You have no doubt that the Darkling will land every harrowing jab he throws.

“Are you ready?” he asks with more intensity than you think necessary. A simple nod from you is enough for him to begin.

He approaches you quickly, immediately on the offense. A few quick lunges and carefully placed hits graze off of your defensive positions until the last blow of the round finds its place under your rib cage. Your heart hammers against your chest, your focus completely intent on shielding yourself from his attacks that come too swiftly to keep up.

General Kirigan begins stepping around you, his feet becoming involved with the spar, leaving you with another source of attacks to defend. You are successful at first but within three steps, you are grabbed by the waist and pinned to the ground, the Darkling holding you down with his thigh locked through yours. Your nose is pressed to his chest, breaths heaving in and out of your mouth.

You feel every place the Darkling touches you. The cool metal of his belt buckle brushes against the exposed strip of skin above your pants. One of his hands grips your wrists that scratch against the dirt above your head. His thigh presses the inside of yours, dangerously close to your core as his hips shift ever so slightly against your stomach. Your body responds involuntarily to the position, moving closer to his thigh before you regain control over yourself.

A small chuckle sounds from General Kirigan who stares at you from above.

“How long has it been since someone touched you like this?” he whispers before abruptly standing up, his knee grazing your core as he moves.

He reaches out a hand to assist you, and you take it, nerves igniting in your stomach as his hand grasps yours and pulls you off of the ground.

“Thank you,” you say quietly once you are on your feet.

“Thank you,” the General replies before bowing, whispering your name as he gathers his kefta and waves to Botkin.

You watch him leave in complete disbelief. He took you down with ease, so you should be much more embarrassed by that, but you are too possessed by the feeling of him to care.

...

You thought little of anything other than the moment you had had with General Kirigan. The reason Botkin had chosen you to spar with the Darkling when there were other, more impressive Grisha training at the same time you were has escaped you, and you doubt that you will ever understand. A repeat performance has not happened, and you don’t expect it to. Your life continues as usual, other than the occasional whisper about the fight muttered between Grisha over dinner plates.

...

Picking at the herring in front of you, you feel the hair at the back of your neck prickle, followed by goosebumps rippling over skin under your kefta. Your eyes dart from one face at the table to another, attempting to find the eyes that watch you. The effort is fruitless, and the feeling fades as quickly as you noticed it.

Subconsciously, you glance at the Darkling sitting at the head of the table. It is a luxury to see him at dinner as he is always far too busy to dine with the other Grisha. He sits tall, his features sharp yet bleary with disinterest. You wonder if he has always looked as he does now: a man who knows the world’s cruelty and the bitterness of time. His hand wrapped around his fork holds your stare as you recall the feeling of those same fingers around your wrists, imagining what they would feel like in other places. You catch yourself falling down the rabbit hole of General Kirigan, so you force the last few bites of fish down before sneaking away from the dinner table to bury your thoughts in the shelves of the library.

...

The Darkling watches you quietly excuse yourself from the table and slip into the hallway. He had been watching you during dinner, taking in the way you scrunch your nose at every forkful of herring and smile pleasantly after each bite. He felt your eyes find him as he sat, listening to his Grisha argue. You look at him a lot, no more than the other girls, surely, but the General has started to take notice of you everywhere. He finds you in the hallways, always bowing to him respectfully.

At night, for reasons unknown to him, he thinks of the way your body responded to his, how your hips sought out his thigh and the feeling of your breath erratically hitting his chest. No one has responded to him the way you have in a long time, and he thinks he wants to feel it again.

After dinner is through, he strides through the Little Palace, intent on escaping his duties for the night. He has had enough of the country’s and his Grishas’ troubles, so he heads to the stables for a late night ride alone. Swiftly moving down the hallway, he notices a thin stream of light spilling out from under a library door. Rarely do the Grisha study at this time of night, as they are usually causing trouble in efforts to impress their classmates. And if they are studying, it is never in this library - the small one that often smells of spores due to the age of the books that are somehow always damp.

He pauses for a moment, considering entering the room to find who is in there, but decides against it. He begins to walk away, only to stop after a few steps to satisfy his curiosity. Opening the door, he finds a form laying on the couch with the light dimly glowing from the candle in the corner. Whoever it is doesn't notice him as they do not move from their place.

General Kirigan walks further into the library and finds that it is you on the couch. The book you were reading is on the floor with its pages bent at awkward angles. You have your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, almost as if you were comforting yourself, providing yourself with the touch you crave from others.

The jab he made about being touched while you were pinned under him begins to echo in his mind, coming to realize that his question was a legitimate one.

Silently, General Kirigan strides to you, crouching in front of your sleeping form. A hand comes to ghost over the side of your face before he can stop himself. Your eyes flutter open, blinking blearily. When the sight before you comes into focus, you sit upright quickly, causing the Darkling to retract his hand from your face.

“Sir,” you start, but he waves his hand to cut you off.

“Follow me,” he says, standing from his crouched position and striding to the door with only a single glance behind him. Wordlessly, you get up and walk behind the general, wondering what he could possibly want.

Your nerves tingle with anxiety and surprisingly with excitement. You have wanted his attention, and here he is, finally giving it to you. Whether this is a good thing or not, you haven’t decided.

Suddenly, General Kirigan comes to an abrupt halt before turning sharply and opening the door to your right. He slips in quietly, and you follow him into the room, discovering that it is a bedroom. A large four poster bed with black satin sheets stands in the middle of the room, clouding your mind with the images of the fantasies you have dreamed up at night, and your neck heats at the indecency of your thoughts.

“I am going to be honest with you, and I ask that you do the same,” the general says as he stands in front of the bed, his focus completely on you.

You nod in agreement, nervousness forming a pit in your stomach.

“You have monopolized my thoughts. I have seen the way you look at me, and it has led me to believe that you will not object to what I have in mind. Now, I want to ask you again. When was the last time,” he takes a step in your direction, leaving no more than a meter between you, “someone,” another step, “touched you like I did?”

By the end of his question, he is standing directly in front of you, his eyes locked with yours. You want to tear your eyes away, but you find yourself unable to do so. Your body is hot, embarrassment flooding your veins, but somehow, you are not bothered by it. He prefaced his question with candor, and you want to do the same.

“Never, sir,” you whisper, providing him the honesty you promised.

A small smile pushes his lips up as he reaches a hand to tilt your chin. His hand drops slowly to your throat when he whispers, “Would you like me to do it again?”

“Yes, sir.”

The general makes no sudden movements and without any urgency, puts his hands on your waist and pulls you to his body. You take the necessary step forward to have your stomach flush to his. His hand finds its place at the small of your back, the other pushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

Your hands stay by your sides, unsure as to where to put them. He notices and moves to grab them, bringing them around his neck. His hands slide down your arms as they come around your waist, his fingertips pressing into your hips.

His eyes never leave yours as he leans down to whisper into your mouth, “Tell me when to stop.”

You nod, almost imperceptibly, but it is enough confirmation for him to close the gap between your lips. A breath flutters in through your nose, the sound of your nerves causing him to smile against your lips. He kisses you slowly and surely. He does not rush into your mouth, keeping his kisses languid and smooth, each one flowing into the next.

Slotting his thigh between yours, he pushes himself closer to you, the feeling of his leg pressed to the inside of yours inciting warmth to seep into your core. Your hips move upon their own accord, rocking to find his thigh like they did when you sparred. Your breath hitches, and you pull away to look at him, embarrassment creeping up your neck as every part of you starts prickling with heat.

The almost triumphant look on his face leaves you breathless and sweeps away your embarrassment. “Does it feel just as good this time?”

“Yes,” you breathe, closing your eyes as he meets your lips again.

The kisses come a little quicker now as his hands remove your kefta from your shoulders. You help him push off his own, unbuckling and untying shirts as you go.

“Will you lay down for me?” he asks as he gently guides you to the bed behind him, kissing you once along the way. “That’s a good girl.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest, your mind unsure, but your body craves the feeling of everything he is so willingly offering. Black sheets engulf you as you lay back on his bed, your dress falling up your thighs. He removes the shoes from your feet and kisses a trail up your calves. You can’t help the sighs that escape your lips as your eyes slip closed.

“Look at me,” General Kirigan says, breathing your name against your knees. You watch him slide his hands up your legs, your sides, skimming your chest before resting them beside your head. “When was the last time someone touched you like this?”

You look right into his eyes and whisper, “Never.”

Your response elicits a smile from him before he captures your lips again, moving his thigh to press into your core. You gasp and keen into him, your chests pressing together. The feeling of him between your thighs has pressure building in your stomach, the muscles below your navel tight with anticipation. One of his hands comes to rest on your stomach, teasing you and causing you to jolt beneath him, your hips pressing further into him in response.

His thumb begins to caress the skin just above your panty line, and this causes the fire in your core to burn hotter than you have ever felt. He begins to help you rock into him, finding a rhythm that makes you whimper and kiss him harder.

Suddenly and without warning, his hand is out from under your dress and his thigh is absent from between yours. Your eyes fly open, thinking that he has had enough, and your heart leaps into your throat.

What you see leaves your heart pounding in your ears but not out of concern. He is sitting on his heels, looking down at you in what could only be interpreted as awe.

His eyebrows are high and his lips are slightly parted as he leans back down, not touching any part of you but with his lips. He kisses your neck, your throat, your collarbones with his hands bracing him beside you. The lack of contact anywhere else on your body has you reaching out and pulling his hips to yours, the feeling of his pants on the inside of your thighs making you tingle and clench your legs around his.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers again against the column of your throat, reminding you that you are in control. Everything is a new land yet to be discovered, and you are enjoying every moment of exploration.

“Please,” you breathe. “Don’t stop.”

a/n: yay !! thanks for making it through !! let me know if you want to be on my taglist :) check out MY SLEEPOVER going on right now !!

#shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #the darkling #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #ben barnes #grishaverse

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weskin-time · 1 year

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listen, i'm throwing this request in here because we frankly don't get enough of this in the x reader tag, character x injured/sick!reader. it doesn't even have to be anything super angsty if you don't want it to be. like i just want the fluff of an overwatch character fretting over reader with a sprained ankle lmao

(any characters are okay tbh, write for whoever you have ideas for!)

Hello anon!! i hope this works for you! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might make more later on. >:3

please give me more OW requests. mm brain rot <3

TBH i don’t really like genjis one i might rewrite it later on so keep an eye out for a post

D.Va, Genji, Ramattra X GN!Hurt/Sick!Reader

Not beta read

cw- injury, pain,

Hana “D.Va” Song

gaming with your girlfriend was almost mandatory as you started your relationship

you were fine with that, in fact you were happy to join in her streams and hang out with D.Va and finish to get some quiet time with Hana.

But. you two played different types of games.

You loved character driven story games, open worlds and side quests

and she was a world champion, mmorpgs, real time strategy games, fast paced games you never really tried

But she asked one day if you wanted to play LOL with her on stream you said yes of course

but wow was it a learning curve, and a new thing you had to adapt to. fast paced clicking and key mashing hurt your fingers and wrists.

you have no idea how Hana doesn’t have wrist problems worse then she does if you just played for a few days and your pointer finger felt stuck and pain would throb in your forearms.

Hana ended stream that night and took a breath to regain her self. You were chilling in the same room as her, her set up more impressive than yours as you turned off your own PC and turned your chair to face her.

Getting up from your semi uncomfortable office chair you walked over to her as she stretched, you went to grab her water bottle to refill it for her but as soon as your hand grabbed the bottle pain shot through your forearm and wrist making you involuntarily wince.

Her eyes shot to you in worry before she completely understood what happened, “Aww I hope i didn’t push you too hard that last round.”

You chuckled and shook out your arms, it really didn’t do much. “It’s hard to keep up with you in these games Ms Professional ESports World Champion.”

It was her turn to laugh, “Get good.” She got up and grabbed the bottle herself and shut down her PC. “You good though? Got Gamers wrist?”

“Up my forearms and everything, clicking finger is sore too.” You flex your fingers trying to get the stiff feeling out.

“Didn’t you used to play a religious amount of Cookie Clicker back in the day, without auto clicker?” She points out as you follow her out of y’all’s gaming room and to the kitchen.

You have a scoff, “My child self didn’t know what that was, i was rich on cookies. And it didn’t hurt all this bad.” You rested against the island.

She paused by the fridge, filling her bottle up with the water. “I have some extra wrist braces if you’d like, they work wonders.”

“Please.” Your response came instantly before you could even process the last part of her sentence. It made her snort with how desperate you sounded and she almost overflowed her bottle.

“Come here, give me your arms.” She turned around and leaned against the other side of the island in front of you.

You did and held out your forearms to her with a confused look.

She wrapped her hands around for forearms and began to squeeze them, massaging them firmly, perfectly in the place where it hurt the most. A whine left your throat at the feeling of sore pain meeting soft comforting pain. Her fingers dug into the meat gently as she circled the muscle, slowly making her way down to your wrists where she provided the same treatment. Your head rested on the island counter as you slumped over, heaven was in her hands.

“Thank you Hana.”

“You’re welcome bunny.”

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Genji Shimada

sleep deprivation sucked.

2-3 hours a night was all you were going off of. it wasn’t enough to keep your brain healthy or your body.

constant headaches, unfocused eyes, micro sleep, confusion, it all was ass

but there was nothing you could do in the moment to fix it, you just kept staying awake at night to either game or finish work projects and paperwork.

sickness sometimes finds you when you’re like this, nauseous from lack of sleep, headaches making your eyes hurt.

you tried your best to fight back the sleep that demanded itself, but failed.

Genji was silent in his approach to your desk, you knew he was there, you could sense him.

Your laptop was too bright, your eyes were unfocused and you could barely feel yourself slowly lean forward to the desks surface. A hand on your shoulder wakes you up enough to realize you were holding down a single key on your keyboard and the open document on your screen now had a long line of Vs.

“Hiya Genji.” you slur almost, as you closed your eyes only for the entire world to pulse around you, sounds were too sharp and too dull at the same time, breathing in and out seemed to take all your strength, but your strength was elsewhere trying to fight off sleep.

“You don’t look too good.” He stated flatly, his helmet off as he rested in comfortable clothing.

You glance up to see him, eyes focusing on his face, “Thanks.” was all you had the energy to respond with.

He looked at your laptop, reading what you were writing but telling by his confused and concerned face you think you just wrote gibberish that your brain thought sounded like a normal sentence.

“How long have you been awake?” His voice dripping with concern but his voice buzzed in your ears and bounced around your head for a second before you could process what he said.

“I’ve had 5 hours of sleep this week.” You yawn and look away from his wide eyed expression.

It was Saturday. 11pm.

Your body didn’t have enough energy to even move it felt like.

“Okay,” he dragged out the word and closed your laptop. “Let’s get you to bed yea?” The way he said it made you know there was no changing his mind.

You didn’t want to admit you needed sleep but at the same time your head was throbbing and the thought of cuddling with your Genji was enough to perk you up more.

You mumbled out an okay before trying to stand on wobbly knees, your body feeling light yet heavy at the same time. A flesh hand came to steady you and hold you before you heard a sigh and suddenly you were swept off your feet and being carried to the bedroom.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” Concern laced his words as he placed you on the bed carefully.

“I know I know,” you made a grabby hand motion at him and he smiles, soon making his way to the bed as well, cuddling up beside you. You used his still flesh side as a pillow as he laid on his back. “I’m sorry Genji.”

He ran fingers along your scalp, scratching softly, putting you in a trance. “I know you don’t do field work anymore but you still need to rest.”

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out before almost instantly falling asleep. the last thing you felt was his lips against your forehead.

The next morning Genji barley let you leave the bedroom after you slept for nearly 14 hours. He made you food and sat and ate with you in the bed while the two of you watched Cowboy Bebop. Your work could wait till monday, you just wanted to enjoy the last day of the weekend resting with him.

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Ramattra

you were out for a walk with Ramattra

the spring air buzzed with life as you two passed by trees, bird song filling silence, bees resting on flowers as they bumbled their fat little bodies around

it was a nice walk, one to clear your mind and his systems, just to think and be together

you didn’t see a tree root and you fell and ate dirt, twisting your ankle

“oh ow ow ow ow ow.” you let out a string of curses from behind clenched teeth.

Your ankle throbbed, it felt warm and tingly at the same time, pain shooting through your foot and up your shin. You do what your dumb brain tells you to and you roll it to make sure it’s not broken, thankfully it isn’t but the pain takes the air from your lungs with a sharp gasp.

Ramattra stared down at you on the ground, unmoving as he studied you. He watched as you tried to get back up with only the use of one leg, holding onto a tree for support as you stood with your leg raised like a dog that’s paw got stepped on.

“Fragile things you humans are. You tripped and now you can’t stand?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it once was many moons ago, but he still said it with some form of exasperation.

You set your foot on the ground, testing it and instantly regretting it as pain erupts again.

You ignore his comment, “Oh gods I don’t know if i can walk back.”

“Weakling.” He said but held out his arm for you to take. There was no malice in his vocal synthesizers.

You did, leaning against him. Thanking him as you both turned around and took a step to head back to base. As you tried to put weight on your ankle you winced and let out a hiss.

“I really fucked myself up good.” You laugh a little as you stare down at your feet.

“Do you need me to carry you?” His voice buzzed with slight concern, you wouldn’t have noticed it unless you had spent enough time with the Omnic, and you have.

You look up at him with a smirk, a look that pokes him, “You goin soft on me Ram?”

He tenses a tiny tiny bit more than he already was, “No!” He said a bit too quickly. “It would take us ages to get back with your condition and I am not going to wait on you. It would be faster for me to carry you there. Simple.”

You ponder for a second, before nodding your head. Why would you ever give up the opportunity to be carried by this giant?

Ramattra let’s out a fake sigh and grabs you by the midsection, lifting you up and placing your butt on his right shoulder. You were expecting to be carried in his arms but sitting on his shoulder was way more fun already. You felt like a bird resting on his broad shoulders.

“Thanks, you big softie.” You pat his head to make your point.

He moves his right arm to hold your hips, keeping you stable and you use his arm as a grip. “I’m not doing this for you.” He grumbled but the way he made sure you weren’t going to fall off said otherwise.

He waited for you to give the word and he started to make his way back, you on his shoulder and enjoying being really tall.

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darkbluekies · 11 months

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Dr Kry asks #4

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff

I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !", "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?

He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.

How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out he’s been telling people they’re dating and tries to leave him?

He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.

"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."

He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.

At this point I’ll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and it’s hard to speak so that sounds amazing

Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.

I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death ✊

I- .... i don't know what to say.

My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.

Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?

He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.

Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?

Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!

do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and won’t eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :’) feel free to ignore lol

He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.

Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu

Careful, he will do it.

I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.

Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere asks

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thedragonqueen1998 · 2 months

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Today at work i got insanly inspired to write and once i got off work, i immidiently went on my phone to type it out. XD I just finished a 3 hour long writing ses(had a 15 minute food break in the middle). ^^ Probably just gonna forever gonna be a wip thing, but it was fun and i'm kinda proud of it. Despite it being rough in some parts, mostly because i wanted to rush to the 2nd half and i didn't wanna get stuck, i'm happy to share it. ^^

It's a kinda long, so i'm gonna add a Read more line to not fill your dash with text. Also, first time trying formatting out! XD

So, originally this post was just gonna be a "i actually wrote something! Look!" thing, just showing of some work i did, but after writing the reason why i wrote a line a certain way, it went into something very sad and kinda dark, so if you don't wanna read about death, a light mention of suicidal thought and grief... just stop after What even is my life.

Idk why i wrote it, but it took alot of effort and it feels... important to me, i guess. Part of processing and such. So, yeah. Read at your discretion. Thank you for your time. 💜

Ezio had many regrets in his long life. Not being there when his father and brothers were arrested. Of not being there more for his sister and mother. Of not trying to be together with Cristina. Not being able to save her. Or being able to save Uncle Mario and Monteriggioni. But biggest of all, not having spent more time with his family before the execution.

He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted. But unlike so many others, Ezio could take those regrets and change them. Thanks to Desmond.

When he walked into the Library, he thought he might get an answer or two in return for many more. He truly didn't expect that calling out Desmonds name while the Apple bathed the walls in gold would result in it being answered by the being himself.

The being looked like a man, clad in a white light, eminating from a strange device under his right arm. His face looked like an exact replica of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad's face, though his build was closer to his. Broad shoulders hidden underneath a strange hooded white doublet and long legs wearing strange tight fitted pants made from a material he did not recognise. Even the scar was the same as his! Was Ezio made in the image of the one he was the Prophet for? Was Altaïr the herald? All questions Ezio wondered, but not knowing if Desmond was like Minerva or not, he dared not waste any questions if the beings patient was thin.

But first: "Are you Desmond?" He had to know, have it confirmed, even if the being appeared after the name was called.

"Ezio? Is this the Library? Am i seriously bleeding while dying!?" Desmond was looking around at the empty tomb, before his eyes returned upon Ezio.

"Yes, this is Altaïr's library. You are bleeding? I do not see any blood and you are dying!? Is there anything i can do to help you? Please, my lord. Tell me what i need to do to save you." Ezio was desperate to know his purpose and if all his life lead to this moment, where he could save Desmonds life, he would fulfill it.

"There's nothing you can do. I am dying semi willingly and even if this is some Animus infused death hallucination, it is nice having my last moments with you, even if your not really here. I am so sorry i couldn't answer any of your questions or try to save you from losing everything. You never deserved any of it. In the end it didn't really even matter. I am sorry you wasted your time chasing riddles and ghosts." He looked so grieve struck while saying it and the look Desmond had while gazing down onto Ezio could only be described as lovingly.

"What do you mean? Could you have saved my uncle!? My father and brothers!? Why didn't you if you do not think i deserved it! I have served the Brotherhood almost my entire life, sacrificed so much trying to find out what Minerva meant and now your telling me that it was all for nothing!? If you think i wasted my time then give it back!"

Desmonds eye's widen before softly smiling and saying: "Your right, you wasted your time and sacrificed too much for nothing. Let's change that."

Before Ezio knew it, the world went white and he knew nothing more.

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When Ezio awoke, it was to a bed he hadn't seen in almost 40 years. His childhood bed and his room. He couldn't believe it. He was given a second chance. To live his life. To right wrongs. To save his family! To think going to the Library would result in this!

At the thought of the Library, Ezio suddenly remembered Sofia. To have forgotten her and even abandoned her without a second thought left Ezio feeling guilty. Would she wait outside the Library before realising he would never come back? Or because he is now in the past, a past where he intends to change the future, would she never meet him? Never exist? The thought of her hurt, but like so many others, Ezio knew that him being in her life would have risked hers. Even if she knew and accepted it, it is still better if she never got the chance to know him and inevitibly suffer because of it. Same with Cristina. Though he could now choose her, he knew that despite the many mistakes in his life, the Brotherhood was not one of them and his refusal to properly let her go killed her. Letting that life affect her once again was too cruel. It was for the better to just let her go.

Federico nudged him with his elbow. "Brother, what has you thinking so hard you look like you bit into something bitter?"

"Nothing much, just wondering what i should get." Ezio smiled and laughed. He was currently out with his family on a trip the market. The last time around, he had decided to sneak off to spend some time with a girl he didn't even remember the name of anymore instead of spending time with his loved ones, to his great shame and regret. This was the last thing his family had done together outside of dinners before the execution in 3 days. That he missed out on it was one of his biggest regrets, but Desmond let him change it.

That Ezio might never truly understand or know what or who Desmond is, how he watched him in the Vault or even what Minerva's people and the Pieces of Eden truly were will forever haunt him, but the trade to see his family again and to even be able to save them is a fair trade. He can go his life wondering these questions and maybe try to find them now that he will have more time, thanks to already knowing the Templars plans and who will be an enemy or ally.

He felt a finger poke him inbetween his eyebrows.

"There you go again Brother. Thinking too hard! Be careful or you might hurt yourself." Federico teased before yelping and then laughing when Ezio pushed him.

"Please don't start fighting now sons." Their father said before turning back to the stall owner to continue discussing what wares to buy and the prices.

"Sorry Father!" Ezio said before giving his brother a teasing look that promised this was not over.

Ezio remembered this day well enough. Not to remember the woman he decided to chase, but enough to know that when his family had been at the market a horse had run wild there and according to Claudia, nearly trampled her down in the confusion.

He was a bit sceptical to believe it was as close as she had made it out to be, but he knew horses much better now than he did before. After years of riding them to and from places in the chase for his targets, he knew that having one running towards you in a blind panic could scare anyone. Even though he knew to be wary of them and treat them with respecy during his original childhood, he didn't truly get how these gentle beings could be as scary as his sister had made the poor creature out to be.

According to his family, it had been a war horse, bloodied, running around in a blind panic, probably scared from a skirmish. Being chased by guards hadn't helped and eventually the guards got a good shot at it and put it down.

Ezio wanted to save his sister years of fearing horses, so he kept an eye and a ear out for any signs that the animal was on it's way.

There. A scream. Everyone stopped and looked around for the source. The source was still hidden by the crowds, but in the distance you could start seeing people moving away from something coming this way and the screams were getting closer.

Ezio breathed and slipped into his Second Sight, the Eagle Vision, as he now knew Altaïr had called it. Or more accuratly, Eagle Sense. With the years, his constant use and need for it had changed his Sight. It had become much stronger, letting him see farther, expanded his hearing, to let him hear his enemies heartbeat and even know what moves they were going to make. Even let him know where his enemies was going to go on a patrol route.

It truly was a gift and now he would use it to try and predict where the animal would go, as to lead his sister and family away from the danger. Then he saw it. The shine of something important. Something that glowed as strongly as the Apple of Eden had. The horse.

There was much about his Gift he could not explain. He had tried, but it is much like explaining sight to a blind person. Why things he didn't even know about could glow gold and lead him to the answer. Why allies glowed blue and enemies red, nor how he could tell friend from foe and now. His Sight told him, with the same intuition as telling friend from foe, that this horse was Desmond.

How is Desmond here? Why? Did he lie about dying? Or was certain death only a large chance that Desmond beat? Ezio supposed it did not matter. If he lets events play as they had before, Desmond would be struck down by an arrow within minutes. Oh, maybe Desmond had tried to prevent his father and brothers demise, but was struck down in the attempt? Though, why choose to do it as a rampaging horse? Either way, Desmond was clearly panicking, almost upon him now. If Ezio could not calm him down, his death was guaranteed.

But how? Ezio has just seconds now to plan a way to stop him before he is trampled down.

Then, he finally realises, that among the bright gold he shines, he also glowes blue. Such a deep colour which he has only seen in the greatest friends or closest family and he knows, Desmond would never harm him. The look of pure love on Desmonds face made more sense now.

So Ezio decides to not move and simple raise up his hands, as if to pet the horse.

"EZIO!"

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Desmond was in pain. He knew that Juno lied about his death being quick and painless, but god, why did it have to hurt so much!? During his hallucination, it wasn't nearly so bad! And can't forget the weird nightmare he's having ontop of it. He's a goddamned horse on some battlefield. He was rearing up when the nightmare started, neighing as his rider was shot and killed by an arrow.

There's so much blood. The smell strikes fear in his heart. There's so much red. He slips into Eagle Vision and there's even more red. Not a spec of blue. A sword slides against the armor he is wearing and the screech of metal is too much. He bolts.

He needs to run. Away from the monsters with sharp sticks. Away from the smell of blood and death. Away from the shadows hiding hunters. They follow him. They chase him for a long time.

He is getting so tired.

He needs to get back to the barn. His owner would make everything alright. He would croon soft noises he did not understand, but the tone was soft and gentle. He would give him a treat while brushing him down after a hard days work.

He did ride him into scary battles he did not understand, but afterwards he would wash and groom him extra thoroughly, while feeding him the best apples, crooning more sounds in a happy tone. He would repeat one of the few sounds he understood, which meant "him" and "pay attention to me".

Dante.

But he wasn't on his back anymore and he didn't hear his voice. Just the loud, scary noises of more men in the shiny hard thing. They had the pointy sticks too and tried to take the things dangling from his mouth. Only his owner can touch that! Only he is to be trusted with them.

Running is getting harder, there is large, straight hills in the way and the path is narrower with many strangers in it.

There is still so much red. He can still smell the blood, feel it clotting his fur. Too much red!

Blue.

Suddenly there's blue in front of him. He knows blue means ally. Though why and how this person is blue confuses him. But he is Blue and running him over is not good, but why is he standing there!? Does he not see the red!? Smell it!? Does he not understand we need to run!?

"Desmond"

That single word pierces the fog of fear and wild panic that has flooded Desmonds mind. Ezio is in front of him, hand already gripping the reigns while the other rests on his muzzle.

"There we go Desmond, everything is alright."

Desmond still feels phantom threads of fear, but with Ezio's calming blue glow and his voice saying gentle reassurances, it feels far away.

Now with his mind fully human and not driven by horse instincts or memories, the question becomes: How and why the fuck is he a horse in 15th century Italy with Ezio!?

What even is his life.

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So, a couple parts i'm stupidly happy about is the "He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted." part. This, as you can probably tell was inspired by the famous quote "When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it."

I believe Ezio didn't fully understand liberty until he tried to live a peaceful life with Sofia and realised he would always fear Templars taking revenge on his family and time, because the knowledge that he would never see his children grow up to adults had never been a concern before he met Sofia. He probably thought he wouldn't have a family at all.

But love. Love he would understand what he missed. He would understand it just days after he lost his father and brothers. Those moments you missed out on. Of opportunities to spend time that you squandered away. Time you will never get back, because in real life we don't have time travel.

And now i understand it. Before the end of the last year, i was like Ezio before the loss. Before i lost my grandparents only a few weeks apart.

Those opportunities to spend time was rare and thankfully i took most of them, but i still squandered it away by not actually spending time with them. I just visited and hid away in my room, wasting the time by sitting on the phone.

I will forever regret that because ny memory is shit and besides a few childhood ones, i have no memories of them. I still remember their voices, they were pretty distinct thankfully, but how long until i forget that.

It hurts and as someone who is afraid of death and it's finality, such a reminder that time and love is finite is soulcrushing. It is only recently that i have truly started to think of my grandparents and i guess try to process the fact they are gone forever.

When we first got the news that my grandpa had died, i was even more glued to my phone, not wanting to acknowledge what was happening. I also didn't wanna sleep and only got some when i passed out from exhaustion. We even went to the doctor to get time of work and some sleep medication i didn't dare end up taking.

I even had thoughts of just taking all the pills and just sleeping, to get away from the pain forever. But i'm thankfully too much of a coward, so it just stayed thoughts. I'm doing much better now and as i mentioned, i think i'm starting to process the fact that they are gone.

So, yeah. This post went in a direction i didn't expect. But it feels important and maybe in a few years i can look back at this post and see a snapshot of who i was and reflect on who i am now. So, here's to the future me and anyone else who needs to hear it:

I hope things are going well and if they're not... well, things get better. They always do. You're loved and even if your loved ones are gone, they live on in you. You will carry that love with you, for the rest of your life. 💜

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misslavenderlady · 10 months

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 14.5

Summary: We pick up in that special scene of chapter 14. Michael and David consummate their relationship under a starry night sky~

Please read the previous chapters of my series before this!!

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, kissing/making out, undressing, teasing, handjob, oral, anal fingering, semi-public sex, anal sex, riding/cowboy position, love making, post-sex cuddling, smoking

Chapter 14 Chapter 15

"David," he sighed out, breathless and lightheaded with lust.

"Michael."

"How about instead of singing about that kinda stuff-" Michael started, eyes hazy as he traveled his finger across David's chest. "you show me instead."

Never in his life, both living and undead, did David ever want something so bad. This was happening, and he'd never been happier. That feeling only grew stronger as he pulled Michael back in for a kiss.

All the while, the fire crackled as the light dimmed. Forgotten as the lovers focused on only each other.

David felt a deep growl vibrate in his throat and chest as Michael tugged at his jacket, fiercely impatient at how many layers were keeping them apart. Though for a moment he worried he let his human mask slip with the sound, Michael only showed delight rather than fear.

"Frisky boy~" he chuckled, pulling away from David's lips so that he could focus his kisses on his jaw and neck.

The way Michael's rough stubble contrasted with the softness of his full lips felt wonderful on his chilled skin.

He wanted Michael. He wanted to go completely feral. Claws ripping off their clothes before fiercely going at it like animals. For vampires, they could be quite needy when it came to the pleasure shared with their mates. Still, they were never greedy, always making sure their partner was satisfied. They had all the time in the world to enjoy one another. To provide for their needs.

That was the only thought in David's head. Making Michael feel pure, hot pleasure.

"Kiss me, baby," David purred, helping Michael finish tugging off his T-shirt before grabbing at the human's clothing. "Fuckin' need to kiss you again. C'mere~"

Michael let out a shaky sigh as the cool, night air hit the bare skin of his chest. Even with the temperature of the wind, he wouldn't be cold tonight. Not with the warmth of the fire and the heat of being embraced by David keeping him safe.

David pulled at Michael's hips, coaxing him into moving on his lap more. The body heat Michael carried as a human was intoxicating. All that blood rushing through his veins, driving his senses wild. He could feel very clearly just where most of it was rushing to. Michael’s hands ran through his platinum streaks of hair, eager to feel more of him with each kiss. The racing thumps of his heart were the perfect background music to David’s ears.

"D-David~"

"Yes?"

"Fuck, I'm so turned on right now…."

Boy, did that do wonders to the vampire's ego. Having a handsome, blue-eyed, tanned farm hunk all riled up while perched on his lap was like a dream come true. A smirk stretched across his face as he traced the lines of Michael's muscles chest and down over his abs.

"Oh? Is that right~?"

"Y-Yes," Michael sighed, eyes fluttering as David's hand trailed lower and lower down his body. "I'm harder than a damn rock."

He wasn't exaggerating about that. The front of his jeans was poking outward, showing off a rather impressive size to the blond. David was practicing salivating at the sight.

"Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you struggle with that?" he smirked. David gently pushed Michael off of his lap so that he could guide him down onto his back. Michael let out a soft sigh as he lay against the plush fabric of the blanket he had been on before.

He and David weren't separated for long, as his lover had his lips on his skin once again. Hungry kisses peppered along Michael's chiseled body. Every inch of his strong jaw, firm chest, and toned stomach was spoiled by the teasing touch David gave him.

Michael deserved a thousand kisses. A million. No matter the number, David would most certainly provide.

Slender fingers swiftly worked to unbuckle Michael's belt and tug the denim jeans down. The moment Michael's bottoms were pulled away, his cock sprang to attention, causing him to moan out in relief.

"My my~" David said, already feeling a new wave of hunger take over his body. "Do I dare make the joke?”

Michael tilted his head in confusion.

“Joke?”

“You being hung like a hor-”

“Oh my god, shut up, you dork,” he snickered, covering his face with a hand to hide the embarrassed smile and red glow on his cheeks.

“Well if you insist~”

Despite the playful banter, David didn’t want such a moment to be all jokes. He wanted to show how serious he was about giving pleasure to the boy he cared so deeply for. Warm kisses traveled down Michael’s happy trail before making their way across the throbbing manhood. Michael shivered under him, trying to get used to the sensation. All the while, David’s tongue took over, gliding along the length, finding a path over it and up to the tip.

Should the day come when Michael learned what he truly was, David would have to test the skills of his serpentine tongue. That would certainly have the human seeing stars.

But such a day could wait. He was more than capable of pleasuring his lover in his human disguise. Lips wrapped around the thick tip, sucking gently as his chilled hands wrapped around Michael’s bare legs. David tugged them forward, allowing them to slip over his shoulders while he continued his work.

“H-Holy…holy shit..~” Michael sighed. His eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted backward while David slowly sucked down each inch of his cock. “F-Fuck, that feels amazing~”

"Mmmm…. only the best for you, Michael~" David cooed after releasing the length from his mouth. He was quick to get back to work, pressing a kiss to the tip before swallowing the rest of Michael's cock down once again.

The human boy couldn't keep his hands to himself. His calloused fingers found their way into David's platinum hair, grabbing onto the strands as a way to encourage his movements more. It made David all too eager to keep it up.

"Oh f-fuck!" he whimpered. “D-David…ooh…p-please”

David hummed in delight, moving his head up and down at the pace that got Michael going the most. His hands greedily pawed at Michael’s hips and down to his thighs, tenderly rubbing the soft, warm flesh. Feeling them squeeze around his head every time he slid his tongue across Michael’s cock was a divine sensation.

“What do you need, beloved?” David asked, freeing his mouth once again to speak.

“Need….you”

“You’ve got me, Michael~”

“C’mon, huckleberry, you know what I mean!”

David couldn’t help but smile at the pout on Michael’s face. Such a soft expression on such a ruggedly handsome face was far too precious in his eyes.

“Oh, but Michael, it’s so much better to hear you say it.”

He pulled himself away just for a moment to move back up some more, meeting Michael’s eye level. The teasing smirk melted into a sincere, adoring smile as he brushed his hand over Michael’s cheek and under his chin. He couldn’t get over how positively stunning the boy was.

“Please tell me what you want. I need to know how I can make you feel good.”

“David…I wanna…I really want to have sex with you.”

Despite how much experience the vampire had gained over the decades with the occasional human one-night stand, he couldn’t deny the rush he got hearing Michael show his interest. Everything was still so new for them. So fragile, and at risk of coming apart if they didn’t work things out together.

And yet, it felt right. He knew this was what he wanted too.

“Oh, Michael,” David sighed, leaning down to kiss him once again. Michael didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. David could feel the smile on his lips as their mouths moved together.

If they were going to do this, then they were going to do it right. Even with his attention focused on embracing Michael, he was still able to grab his coat that had been shed before. His hands fumbled around in one of the pockets, searching for something important that one of his boys had given him for the first date he had with Michael. A condom and a small bottle of lube.

I owe you big time for this, Paul, David thought to himself.

One hand was all he needed to pop open the bottle and coat his fingers with the liquid. Warm spread over his skin, perfect for covering up the colder sensation of his body.

“Shall I?”

“Hell yeah~” Michael smiled, spreading his legs open a bit more.

Even with the lack of action for quite some time, Michael felt that he was in very good hands with David. And speaking of which, his hands worked such magic on his body. The stretch of his fingers inside didn’t hurt, but rather added to his pleasure, massaging and preparing him for what was to come.

Michael couldn’t have been happier. It was like being drunk. All giddy and lightheaded and eager for more. It was just always such a good time when he was with David. And all he wanted was to keep the fun going.

“Allow me, handsome~”

Taking a more direct approach was all Michael had in mind as he gently encouraged David to stop so he could move the both of them. Being extra careful and slow with his movements, he helped switch their positions so David was the one on his back. He knew how sensitive the blond was about the marks on his back, so he was determined to be gentle.

When he saw how relaxed David looked, Michael knew it was al right to keep going. He was more than happy to take the condom from him before helping tug off the last article of clothing David had on. Seeing the full length of David’s cock was enough to make his own length twitch in pleasure.

“Fuck me, you’re a mighty big fella, aintcha?”

Now it was David’s turn to get bashful from the flirting.

“You hound dog~”

“Takes one to know one,” Michael teased playfully. The smile stayed on his face as he tore open the wrapper to get the condom out. Once he had properly secured it over the length, he could get nice and comfortable. He swung a leg over David’s body, settling on top of his lap, but not quite in position.

There was a moment where the two of them had some clarity. This was going to happen. After being such good friends and becoming boyfriends, they were about to take on a major milestone in their relationship. While they stared at one another, they seemed to mutually understand how big a deal this was for the both of them.

And yet, there was an unspoken agreement of trust and care. The soft smiles they shared were all they needed when words failed.

They kept their gaze on one another as Michael lowered himself down onto the length.

“Ooooh shit~” he sighed out, slowly letting out a moan while adjusting to the stretch. It had been a while since his ex-boyfriend, the pastor’s son, had messed around with him. Still, that didn’t matter in the slightest. David was the only man he wanted now. He trusted him to make this time extra special.

Sure enough, David couldn’t keep his hands off of Michael. His hands found their way to his hips again, taking hold of them and keeping Michael steady as he slowly began to move. Pants and grunts fell from the human boy’s pretty lips, but David would let him take all the time he needed to adjust. After all, with how nice and snug his cock felt inside, he was not complaining.

When Michael seemed more adjusted, he felt more comfortable with moving his hips by himself. His movements were fluid and smooth, riding David just as he would ride on a saddle. A perfect body like his was built for this kind of motion, and he’d use his skill to his advantage.

“Fuck, Michael,” David crooned, his eyes lidded. “You feel amazing~”

“S-So do you..” Michael sighed, still moving as he spoke.

His hands were pressed against David’s chest, allowing him to both keep steady and touch him some more. Meanwhile, David’s hands were wandering more, grabbing hold of Michael’s ass so he could massage the flesh while pumping into him. That seemed to add fuel to the fire in the passion Michael felt.

David truly was enjoying the view. Not only was Michael looking more handsome than ever, but the stars in the sky above looked so stunning as the backdrop. He thought about how much adoration Michael had for the view of the stars during their first date. How much he admired the beauty in nature and how he cared for everything about it.

It warmed his unbeating heart. He was crazy about the guy.

Michael’s eyes opened for a moment, catching a glimpse of how intensely David was staring up at him. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now.

“Kiss me, David,” Michael said. “I wanna kiss ya so bad~”

Propping himself up with the use of his elbows, David was able to sit up straight and bring Michael in close for another kiss. He still kept a hand on Michael’s body but used the other to cup his cheek. Getting to touch Michael as much as he desired was something David would happily take part in.

Feeling just as eager, Michael wrapped his arms over David’s shoulders. He held on good and tight as he bounced faster now. He could keep a good, fast pace, and he was more than happy to see how naturally David could keep up with him.

They really were perfect for one another.

With how David’s cock was massaging him, Michael couldn’t hold on for much longer. His moaning was quickly turning into whining as he felt the rush of pleasure approach quickly. He wouldn’t dare let go as he moved, his own cock bouncing and dripping at the tip with precum. It was all so much so fast. He wanted it all more than anything in the world.

“Michael~” the blond sighed. “Come on, Michael. I want you, baby. Let go for me.”

"Ahh!! F-Fuck~!"

The words spoken to him acted as some kind of spell on Michael. His body was compelled to do as he was told, and it didn’t take long for the blow of orgasm to finally hit him. His muscles contracted and his teeth ground together as shot after shot after shot of cum painted onto both his and David’s stomachs.

Such a moment was all David needed to get his own release. He gripped Michael tightly as he enjoyed his climax. If Michael didn’t already feel so intoxicatingly warm now, then he certainly did after David finished inside of him. Even with the condom catching the mess, it was all David had wanted and more with his human lover.

The two of them were absolutely undone. David fell back onto the blanket, sighing while the haze of afterglow began to slip over his mind. Michael was starting to feel the same, so he removed himself from David’s lap before he lost his balance. The condom was tied up and discarded before he joined the blond in the cozy spot.

“That was some wild ride! You really are a cowboy, aren’t you~?” David snickered.

“Well the hat ain’t for show after all~” Michael teased, reaching for one of the quilts David had brought along for their trip. He evenly spread it over them while David reached back into his jacket for a cigarette and his lighter. After something so intense, he definitely needed a smoke.

The two of them were consumed by their bliss. Still naked under their blankets and cozied up together as they passed the smoke back and forth to take turns. The flames of the fire were still going strong, acting as the perfect backdrop for their romantic embrace.

“That really was perfect, David,” Michael sighed, resting his head on the blond’s shoulder.

“I couldn’t agree more, Michael,” he said, wrapping his free arm around the brunet’s body.

Things truly couldn’t have been better. There was a real, honest connection between the two of them, and now they were bonded in a special way. No matter what, nothing would change that. As they continued to watch the fire, they made silent promises to enjoy the memory of tonight as much as possible.

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cypherscript · 1 year

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Take a Look at yourself

Danny's day had been going about as perfectly as it could have been, if a little strange, there hadn't been a single ghost attack all day and Danny was enjoying every moment he could get.

Sam, Tucker and him had been chilling at the nasty burger, trying one of everything on the menu, when Danny's phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Danny," Jazz shouts from the other end, barely heard over the klaxon sounding in the background, "You need to come home! Something's going on with the portal and Mom and Dad are freaking out! They've run out of the house screaming for Vlad."

"Vlad?! I'm on my way," Danny hangs up and slides out of the booth through Tucker who yelped.

"Dude, not cool!"

"Sorry, something's going on at home, I'll be back later. Save me a Nasty Burger."

Danny loses sight of them when he leaves, turning invisible and intangible after rounding a corner before flying home at max speed. Upon arriving he plugs his ears and finds the terminal for the klaxon that's sounding and turns it off.

"What was that?"

"That's the Proximity Alarm for the ghost portal."

Jazz looks over his shoulder at the terminal he is at, "I wasn't aware it worked properly. I've never heard it go off and we know ghosts have been using the portal. It didn't even go off when that Ghost King took the city."

"Whatever's near the portal must be more powerful than Pariah Dark then, that or," Danny sticks his head through the portal and his stomach drops along with the temperature, "Or it's bigger than any of the other ghosts... I guess this explains why none of the other ghosts have been attacking."

Looking down Danny sees a impossibly huge black serpentine body with glowing blue spots along its length that pulse and shift. Along its spine glowing white mane that he follows along the body until it unable to be see into the distance.

Danny pulls his head from the portal, the new coldness of his face steaming in the new heat of his parent's basement lab. "We~ might have a slight problem."

"How slight is slight?"

"Ok, I lied to try and make you feel better. It's so big, I can't even see all of it."

"What?! How-"

"I don't know, I'm going to go all the way in and check it out. Keep the portal sealed and that alarm off." There's a flash of light as Danny turns into Phantom and floats through the portal.

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I was inspired by this ghost king danny art so I blurbed a thing. I'll try to finish it when I can but I've been moved to full time at work and my free times been changed. This was the post that caused this.

#danny phantom #ghost king #eldritch danny #dragon danny

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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You falling asleep on them after a long day

Characters: Jean / Yelan / Ei x gn!reader (separate)

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: I scrolled through some old posts of mine and found a request someone sent in when my requests were closed a few months ago, and it just seemed too cute not to write it. It was requested by @khanhlinh6809

If there are any mistakes, I'm really sorry. It's pretty late and I'm honestly really tired, that's also the reason why it's a bit shorter than my usual posts.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Jean

While Jean had noticed your signs of exhaustion the moment, she laid eyes on you that evening, it was fair to say that she hadn’t expected you to nod off the moment the two of you sat down on your couch.

At first, she couldn’t help but freeze, her face to heating up, once she remembered how often she had read about such situations in the romance novels she liked to read whenever she needed to a quick and effective way to de-stress from all of her work. And while she felt embarrassed to admit that she had always silently dreamed of being in such a situation herself, she had imagined her to be the one to fall asleep on the other person’s shoulder, not the other way around.

When she finally somewhat managed to calm down, the next issue at hand was what she should do. She could just follow suit and close her eyes, and while the couch was far from the worst places, she fell asleep on, the bed with her favourite pillow, sounded much better. But she also soon realised that trying to move you to bed would most likely result in you waking up, you were somewhat of a light sleeper after-all, and the alternative of sneaking off herself and leaving you to sleep alone also left a bitter taste in her mouth.

But as her inner monologue dragged on, Jean’s own eyelids started to feel heavy, and before long she began resting her head against yours before falling asleep and mumbling out a few last words.

“Good night, my love.”

Yelan

Naps have always been one of Yelan’s favourite past-time activities, especially after completing a tiring task or finishing her workload at once. So, when you fell asleep on her after finishing a workload even she couldn’t help but shudder at, she was more than considerate.

That being said, the schedule she had made for the day technically required her to get to work, and while she thought about actually following it for a few seconds, she eventually decided that work could wait. There were still a few weeks until she needed to be done with it, after all, so it wouldn’t hurt anyone if she simply did it another time. Her schedule couldn’t have possibly predicted your sudden decision to use her as a pillow, after all.

But while she’d have to remake her schedule because of you, the time spent sitting motionlessly by Yelan was far from a waste of time, especially after you began mumbling a few words while asleep, and while they weren’t coherent, the whole situation being more similar to someone reading out random words from a dictionary than actually saying anything, it still amused her.

“And? How was your sleep?”, she asked you once she felt the weight lift from her shoulder as you finally awoke, instantly starting to blush once you realised what had happened.

Yes, she was going to have a field-day with this.

While you falling asleep on Ei was far from rare, you clearly remembered how hesitant you were to do so at first, the thought of resting on your god seeming semi-sacrilegious to you. The goddess in question didn’t have anything against it however, seeing it as a nice way to spend more time with you, and while you weren’t awake, your simple presence was enough to make Ei feel at peace.

When you finally fell asleep against Ei’s shoulder, she immediately moved your head over on her lap, enabling her to have a better look at your sleeping face. Normally the Archon would use the time you spent asleep for her meditation, but this time, Ei’s eyes never stopped staring at your face, and before she had even noticed herself, her fingers slowly began running through your hair, as her mind wandered off to all kinds of memories.

Memories from centuries ago and memories of just a few days ago, some of them happy, some of them not, all of them found themselves in Ei’s mind, and while those containing her sister and friends were still by far her favourites, the ones she shared with you were the ones, that consistently brought a smile to her face.

But her memories eventually were interrupted when she felt something grab her other hand, only for Ei to be greeted by a tired smile of yours when she was brought back to the real world, making her realise how long she spent silently looking at your face.

“Good morning, Ei”, you greeted before letting out a small yawn, instantly covering your mouth with your other hand before giving her yet another smile. “Good morning.”

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fruitdaze · 4 months

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fic writer meme!

thank you claire @microcomets and lore @megafaunatic for the tag!!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

34 posted publicly, and a few more that are now on anon because i have disowned them

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

427,315

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly danmei (currently a lot of liu yao, cancipin, and yuwu), but i'm excited to start branching out to other books if they catch my attention :')

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

in defense of lightning

between two lungs

blooming days

the rivers start to sing

shake the heavy

all are wangxian because i was regrettably a one trick pony for several years LOL

5. Do you respond to comments?

i fell out of answering comments in like 2022 and i've just never gotten back to it! i'm usually not sure what to say except thank you and i also get very self conscious. but i always read every single comment i receive, usually 5+ times because they're such a big confidence boost

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i honestly don't think i've written anything super angsty! i don't like reading a lot of angst and so i cannot write it. but i guess losing all my senses every night has a vaguely angsty ending since it's a missing scene

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most have happy endings!!! but i admit that the ending of i kneel into a dream still makes me do kicky feet a little bit

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a few times, but overwhelmingly the comments are so kind :')

9. Do you write smut?

yes! although it took me a while to get comfortable with it and also start to feel semi good at it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

nope, and i'm not a big fan of them personally so i probably will never do so!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i am aware of.......... knock on wood etc

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

back to my door has a russian tl!! that is the only one that i know about but i would be thrilled if that list expanded

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

lots of casual discord brainstorming but never a formal fic!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

i honestly don't know if i have an all-time favorite! what i crave in a pairing can change from month to month or even day to day. all of the ships i've written for have a special place in my heart and have provided me with comfort at some point. but for the past year i've been very into mingqian and lulin, and for the past month-ish i've been REALLY fixated on lulin (lulin save me... lulin.... save me lulin)

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i started a follow-up/sequel to the soft animal but the inspiration has totally left me and i'm not sure if that wip will ever get resurrected </3

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm really good at imagery and purple prose. which is not everyone's thing but EYE love purple prose, so,

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action scenes!!!! and frankly smut scenes, which always take me 5x longer to write than dialogue or more plotty scenes. i've said it before but wangxian was my first time writing smut, and as an ace person it's still not something that comes easily to me.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

most of my experience with this is in danmei, but i have always loved seeing chinese or diaspora fans integrate that into their fics! one day i'm going to write my locked tomb/sixth house fic and put latin in there because you know those people are unironically using latin in daily speech. this is my calling

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was inuyasha. never saw the light of day of course

20. Favorite fic you have written?

i've been REALLY pleased with my writing over the past few months, but i'm quite fond of portrait of gravity... mingqian banter is always so fun to write and it was surprisingly personally cathartic to write from the pov of acespec cheng qian. also i can reread it without wanting to singe my eyeballs, which is the norm for me upon rereading my own work

i tag @yuebings @dcyiyou @tantai-jin @perilously @arithmonym @hamburgergod and anyone else who wants to do this!!

#rtxt #ficposting

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gren-arlio · 11 months

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May as well redo this. Hey everyone, the name's Gren, and I'm here to translate an entire Puyo/Madou route because why not.

Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon to be precise.

(This one.)

Yes, you read that right, I'm here to make a solid attempt of translating as much of the game as possible. Like in my very first post, we Puyo fans are kinda starving to death right now with the stuff we're given, Quest can only do so much. So why don't we try to take things into our own hands and make our own food?

As of writing this, (June 13th 2023,) I'm almost done with Schezo's storyline, least from the videos I was able to find thanks to YouTube being nice. You can find them here, though be warned, I'm not fluent in Japanese, so mistakes are bound to occur. If you want to help revise some things, please do. Any help would be great.

So, sounds cool, right? Before I dive into the real meat and bones of this game, I should give some context. All of it will be shown in the Read More if you're interested. If not, thanks for reading from here.

What is Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon?

Some people may not know this game, and that's fine. It's a game from the COMPILE Era of the Puyo world (Madou,) and it follows our ARS Trio (Arle, Rulue, Schezo) as they go through an amusement park to solve their own lil' things.

These guys.

The game itself is sorta like Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, where every movement is a "Turn," and the enemies move along with you. Each time you attack also counts as a turn. You go through floors (5 Early game, then 10, then 100 for the final place.) and fight a Boss at the final floor. If there's 10 floors, then a miniboss will be on the 5th.

There's small side quests to get items you want, though you can typically buy from Momomo or Fufufu. You get this quests by going to the Bulletin Board in the Info Center (where Kimimora is) and checking around. Speak to Kiki while you're at it.

This game is unfortunately not translated, and there seems to be no English rom or any translations in the internet due to this games semi-poor documentation. That's where me and possibly you come into play. We'll be the ones documenting this game.

Why this game of all games?

Well, because it's so unknown compared to the other Madou games, least what I've seen. I've never really even seen people attempt this, so I may as well try to do a single route for the fans.

And what's the end goal?

There's a couple, actually. One of these is to get the information on the Puyo Nexus (I have an account on there, Greñ.) to let people see what this game has to offer for plot and what the characters have.

The other is just because it's fun. Knowing this game isn't translated is pretty interesting, so I'd like to try. I love the franchise, so I may as well give back to it somehow.

This one's simple enough. I wanna know more about the characters. There's so much to uncover. To give a few examples for Schezo's route alone:

Schezo kinda gives Serilly therapy and she becomes a more confident person by the end of the game.

Draco accuses Schezo of being interested in men. First Rulue, now her.

Skeleton-T is just kinda vibing

Kikimora plays a pretty big role as the usher who helps people.

Witch has a huge wish...to get Schezo's clothing. And she chases him the entire game for it.

Schezo gets blasted by a Carbuncle beam and lives.

And Succubus becomes a tour guide by the end of the game. Yes. Succubus.

Game's pretty damn silly and I'm all for it. If you want to do your own translation, go off! It'll be fun to see and also help other routes if you want.

And finally. The artstyle is cool as hell. (Taken from Puyo Nexus.)

I'm a huge sucker for the artstyle, love it.

What'll happen when you're done with Schezo's route?

Easy. I'll do Arle's route, most likely. Unfortunately, Rulue isn't exactly my favorite so she'll be the one for last. If I ever get to her.

Extra Short Questions:

How long does each translation episode take to finish?

About a week or two depending on length. Typically posting on Weekends.

How about credit for the translation?

As long as I'm mentioned, it's okay. If it's your own thing, don't add my name, I ain't selfish.

What if I miss something?

After the final episode, I'll do Extras. Things I missed, things people send me, etc. Stay tuned.

Favorite COMPILE characters?

Thought I'd add this. Lagnus, Schezo, Witch as the top 3. There's like 6 Lagnus fans in America.

How to contact me:

Tumblr DM'S are open, and I guess Discord too if you want that also. I'll give the name in the DM.

With that, thanks for reading. That'll be all this time. Thanks for tuning in.

#Youtube #japanese translation #madou monogatari #schezo puyo puyo #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #puyo puyo #youtube #sega #rulue puyo puyo #arle nadja #arle puyo puyo #wwppd #english translation #schezo wegey #COMPILE #90's games #sega saturn #PS1 #witch puyo puyo

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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I'm curious about how Frankie brought up his child/children/ex with Ms. Jackson?

(Just how many mini Moraleses are running around is up for debate, of course. I think there are at least two because of the way he says, "I got the NEW baby now." It doesn't sound like it's his first to me.)

Ooooh, very interesting because I am establishing Triple Frontier as canon in this AU, but I haven’t really gotten into that one line yet. Frankie is a very sweet boy in my AU, but he is human, and he has his own troubles and mistakes. To ignore them would be doing his character a disservice, so yes, let’s talk about Frankie’s past relationship.

Rosalie

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Francisco “Catfish" Morales x OFC "Caroline"

Summary: An envelope holds the key to Frankie Morales’ past, and he's been dreading the conversation he has to have about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: M, past Sex Worker!Frankie, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female bodies, descriptions of sex work (not explicit), unplanned pregnancy, drug use, PTSD, semi-toxic relationship, angst, people are complicated and hurt each other even with the best intentions. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Note: I honestly debated whether I wanted to go down this path, but this ask really helped solidify Frankie’s history. He’s benefited a lot from things like therapy and having a support system in the other TF boys, but there was a time when he was unmoored and struggling.

Before we begin, everyone take a deep breath and remember how happy Frankie and Ms J are now. Sometimes we have to push through a little pain for some healing on the other side.

Takes place after Easy Like Any Morning and about 8 months into Frankie and Ms Jackson’s relationship.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

It was an unassuming envelope, the kind that probably held a greeting card. You don’t normally pick up Frankie’s mail but it was lying on a shelf under his apartment complex’s mailboxes, blatantly addressed to Francisco Morales. Thinking little of it, you pick it up and bring it in with you as you walk through the front door.

“Hey babe,” Frankie says, dotting a quick kiss on your lips as you shrug off your purse. You hold out the envelope as you slip off your shoes.

“What’s this?” he asks, which you answer with a shrug.

“Was sitting on the mailbox shelf when I got in,” you reply. Something smells like roasted peppers and sausage, your stomach grumbling.

In the moment between when you hand Frankie the letter and when you finish hanging up your belongings, his whole demeanor changes. His face drops to a stony expression, eyes boring a hole into the white envelope, leaning more heavily against the hallway wall. It makes a cold pit form in your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, but your voice bodily snaps Frankie out of whatever mood he tumbled into. He tosses the letter onto the hall table with his other mail.

“Nothing. Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, too quick and too dismissively. You follow his retreating back to his small kitchen, itching to ask him for some explanation but deciding to wait it out. Frankie tended towards openness with you, and pushing him in the moment would only succeed in making him sink deeper into himself. All of your hardest conversations required Frankie to come to you first, but he rarely kept you waiting long.

After a quiet dinner, you mostly carrying the conversation, Frankie sets you up with the TV and asks you to find something to watch. His footsteps heading back to the hall worry you, but you try to give him the space he needs to process whatever that envelope holds.

It takes him four excruciating minutes to come back, the digital numbers on the cable box ticking down. You turn to him, about to say you found something that looked good, but your words die on your tongue at the look Frankie gives you. It’s dread and anxiety and nervousness cutting harsh creases into his beautiful face that has you tossing the remote aside and holding your hands out to him. His face crumples as he sits down heavily beside you. You move to take his hands and feel the envelope clutched in one, now ripped open. The card inside is edged in princess pink.

“I…” he starts, and you swallow hard at his hesitation. Whatever is in that envelope involves you in some way, and waves of fight or flight response ratchet up your heartbeat.

Is this where it all ends? Does the clock finally strike midnight and you turn back to a sullen divorcee, alone and heartsick again?

“Fuck,” Frankie swears, dropping the envelope in his lap and gathering up your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m scaring you. I’m sorry,” he pleads, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath since he sat down. You let air rush in, focus on his thumbs circling the backs of your palms.

“Yeah, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” you manage to get out with some strength behind the words. He steels himself before dropping your hands and sliding the card out of the envelope. It’s a child’s birthday invitation, bright and cheery, dated a month from now. The confusion must be written loudly on your face, because Frankie places the invite into your hands.

Please join us for Rosalie’s 2nd birthday party!

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Frankie met Caroline in the way he met most people outside of work those days - passing glances at his dealer’s house. She was pretty, engaging, loud and fun. He often caught her talking with a bunch of other regulars in the back room, eyes shining with the line she’d just snorted. Her hands always spoke with her, accentuating and punctuating her sentences. Frankie couldn’t help but stare, drawn to the life that spilled from every pore of her being. She felt so opposite to him, always drawn in and quiet.

The first time they touched was electric. She passed him in the hallway, one going in, one going out, and her hand skimmed over his shoulder. It made Frankie’s heart pound, more intoxicating than the powder tucked into his jacket.

The next time they met, Frankie plucked up enough courage to introduce himself. She was waiting in front of the house, eyes darting around nervously as he approached.

“Uh, hey,” he said, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched. She looked him up and down quickly, ready to bolt.

“Hey yourself,” she answered, but instead of hostility he caught notes of amusement. It made him just a little bit bolder.

“Seen you around a few times. I’m Frankie,” he offered, considering putting his hand out to shake but deciding against it. She gave him a smile, snarky as she licked over one incisor.

“Frankie. That’s cute. I don’t think I’ve known a Frankie since I was a kid,” she said, a nervous laugh popping out of his mouth.

“Francisco,” he added, making her nod along with something like understanding.

“Caroline,” she offers. “Nice to meet you.”

They stood in the baking sun for a few minutes longer, Caroline sweeping her gaze over Frankie as he tried not to obviously do the same. She finally tapped at her pocket with a knowing look.

“I’ve got something to share if you’re up for it, Francisco,” she said. Her tone was laced with more offerings than that, and if Frankie hadn’t have done a quick bump to get up the courage to talk to her he might have seen the problems here. But she was sexy and forward, and he was craving something his lizard brain believed only she can offer.

“Where do you want to go?”

Coke and Caroline were a match made in heaven. Whether they both did a line and waited for Frankie’s cock to get impossibly hard, or she showed up at his doorstep high and needy, they found comfort in the other’s body. She was plush and giving and wet and seemed to be horny for him all the time. In return the coke made him go forever, almost to the point where cumming would be more painful than just letting the high knock him out.

They didn’t share much past their scores, some pizza and electrolytes. She worked in a warehouse, liked reality tv, and only ever called him Francisco. He told her he worked as a private helicopter pilot. Which was…mostly true. He did work part time at a small hanger, but he hadn’t been flying much in recent years. Younger hotshots were hungrier for it than him, and he hated the droning conversations broadcast through headsets. Most days he just babysat the front desk and waited for a call from Pope. The itching in his fingers to be back up in the air…well, he started attributing that to the coke instead.

He didn’t tell her what else he did for work. She never gave him an indication that she’d shame him, or drop him because of it, but it was easier for the secret to just live between the other boys and him. Their meetups were erratic anyway; if he was already spent, he’d take his time making her cum with his fingers and tongue until his cock finally twitched back to life. If it was taking too long, half a crushed up Viagra normally did the trick. Those weeks were a blur of naked skin, the buzz up his spine, and blissful thoughtlessness. It felt like a dream as he fucked and snorted and ignored all of the problems knocking at his door.

It was when the tests skittered across her kitchen counter, positive on all three, that Frankie finally crashed back to reality.

“You’re pregnant?” he sputtered, unable to tear his eyes from the sticks littering the table. Caroline stood with her arms crossed, unable to stop shifting from side to side.

“Not like we paid a lot of attention to where you were cumming, Francisco,” she spat back, and the venom in her tone sobered Frankie up faster than he thought possible.

“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. Tears were threatening to fall, her mouth screwing up to choke back a sob. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s gonna be okay,” he soothed, wrapping her in his embrace as she sobbed into his chest.

“I can’t do this,” she cried over and over, words tearing into Frankie worse than if she was clawing him in anger.

“You’re not alone,” he finally said, pulling back to hold her face. Her face was blotchy and red, tears streaking down as he cupped her cheek. “I’m here. I’ll be here for you, for the baby. I promise.” He tried to warm her with a smile, stroking away tears. “If this is what’s happening, I’m going to do it right, with you.” Caroline broke out into more tears then, but grateful ones.

“Fuck, Francisco, I’m scared,” she said, and he smoothed her hair and stroked her back.

“Me too.” He pulled her back into his chest, nose pressed against her ear as her tears calmed down to hiccups and shaky breaths.

Caroline quit cold turkey, endured the withdrawal and the stress of detox. She threw out everything she had, stopped talking to the friends she made through her dealers, and started reading about prenatal care and scheduling doctors appointments. It impressed the hell out of Frankie, watching her take to this mission of being the best possible mother she could be. Instead of their usual conversations about who’s ordering food or when to go score their next hit, Caroline was showing Frankie baby registries and birth plans, talking about car seats and neighborhoods and everything made Frankie’s head spin. He tried to nod through, take notes, be present and supportive, but he was beginning to realize the inevitable.

He was going to fuck this up.

At first he was just afraid of detoxing, something Caroline made him promise to do before the baby was born. After watching a month of her mood changing, becoming more anxious and paranoid, bad dreams making her thrash in the night, Frankie wasn’t sure if he could endure it. His dreams already scared him enough, but without the wall of numbness to keep the terrors away he wasn’t sure he could be of any help to her or the baby.

That’s when the lying began. The sneaking out to his dealer, the subtle hits after listening to her read through long lists of the best foods to eat or best sleeping positions. Instead of growing closer to her, to his future child, he was drifting away as silently as possible. He didn’t want to, kept trying to force himself to man up, but the chasm continued to grow.

Maybe if they had been friends before, Frankie could have found more common ground between them. If they had gone on dates, or talked about their families, met their friends, maybe it wouldn’t feel like they were two strangers handcuffed together. All Frankie ever wanted to do was get high and fuck and forget with her. But she was a full person, one he never took the time to know beyond his needs and was forever tied to now. The sickly voice in his head chastised him about it now, how selfish he was, how he got himself so far into this mess. As she took to motherhood splendidly, he dreaded what kind of a father he’d be.

It came to a head when Frankie was careless after a client. She’d shared some of her own stash with him, and it was stronger than he was used to. She loved it, enjoying his raging libido for well past their hour and tipping him generously. He’d strolled out feeling like a fucking god, still vibrating and full of pent-up energy. He shouldn’t have gone to see Caroline.

She knew right away, could see it in his eyes and the speed of his hands. He tried to kiss her, make her feel as good as he was feeling, and she shoved him off.

“Are you fucking serious, Francisco? You told me you were done, that you would be done for us!” she shouted, so loud it made his head feel split open.

“It was nothing, honey, just a little…” he tried to say, but his fumbling words only made it worse. Her shouting blended into a cacophony of anger and mistrust, further exacerbated when she stepped into his space again.

“Were you…” she says, quieter and with incredulous awe in her voice. “Were you with someone?” Even with Frankie’s brain running at lightspeed he couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough. Caroline’s eyes widened, and the hurt within them haunted Frankie long after.

“Were you fucking some other woman?” she demanded, her voice rising again. “After you swore to me you were all in?” Her voice got warbly and the good feeling he’d been swimming in morphed into anger in Frankie’s chest. It barreled over his common sense.

“It’s not like you even fucking touch me. I was going to give it all up, but it didn’t even seem like you cared if I was here. Never letting me say shit to you. I tried to tell you I loved you and you threw it back at me, said it was just because you were pregnant. How am I supposed to not feel hurt by that?” The words burned as they spilled, pain washing over pain as they both gave in to the repressed emotions they’d been covering with false smiles.

“Why the fuck would I want you to say you loved me if you didn’t?”

“I’m supposed to, you’re carrying my baby. I wanted to say it and you kept throwing it back in my face.”

“What kind of antiquated bullshit is that?”

“You don’t think I cared about you when we were together?”

“Beyond a place to stick your dick when you got high, no.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, it’s not, because I barely know you. We fucked around and got in trouble and I should have just told you I’d handle it myself.”

“After you cried to me that you couldn’t do this? How many times do I have to tell you that I want to be here for you and the baby?”

“Telling me you want to help and actually doing what I need you to do are two very different things.”

“I’m trying, I’m just as fucking scared as you are about this!”

“But I’m not snorting my fears, like I asked you not to. You’re just escaping, Francisco, like you want to escape everything in your depressing fucking life.”

“Don’t you dare do that, don’t you throw that shit into my face. I didn’t run away from this.”

“Looks that way to me.”

“I’ve been doing everything I can. I want to give you and the baby everything.”

“Oh yes, all that love you keep talking about. Be really fucking honest with me, Francisco. Do you actually care about me, even just as the mother of your child?”

“What the fuck are you trying to do with this now?”

“It’s a simple fucking question. Do you even like me? Do you even want to be around me?”

“Jesus fuck, no! Is that what you want to hear? No!”

The silence that follows that word cleaves the connection between them. It’s as sharp and final as a bullet to the brain.

“Get out,” is all she manages. He doesn’t try to apologize, or stay. She was right. He was best at escaping.

The next day Frankie called and left a long message for her. He apologized as best as he could and told her that he’ll be there for her as much as she wants him, but he’ll stay away if that’s her preference. She didn't return his call.

The days blurred together for a time after that. A revolving door of scores, clients, fuzzy days spent in the hanger disappearing into himself.

Santi was the first to put his foot down.

“I can’t have you high with clients, Frankie, it’s fucking dangerous for everyone, including me. You get clean or you’re done.”

“Then I’m done,” Frankie spat back, and the pain in Santi’s eyes at this revelation, that wallowing in misery was the preferred choice, made him stalk out of Frankie’s apartment.

The license suspension came soon after. Another pilot caught him rubbing some powder on his gums to get through the day, and the drug test was unavoidable. He stood stoically at his supervisor’s desk as they rattled off the terms of the suspension, the noise barely reaching his ears. Thankfully he was still feeling pleasantly numb, letting the succession of punches he’d been taking roll off his shoulders.

But the wave always crashes. As he was driving home a notification pinged. A sonogram in an email. The text was simple.

It’s a girl.

Santi got called to drag him out of a bar that night. He’d drunk himself blackout, and spilled his feelings, then his guts into Santi’s guest bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Frankie,” Santi said, a firm hand on his shoulder as Frankie heaved into the toilet again. “You shouldn’t have gone through all of that alone.”

“I deserved it,” is all Frankie could manage.

“No, you didn’t.”

It’s what he needed to finally go to a NA meeting.

Frankie threw himself into distractions away from his narrowing thoughts as Caroline’s due date approached. A question hung in the air, making him pull her contact up in his phone over and over.

Do you want me there?

The subtext was clear.

I want to be there.

The call came early in the morning, voice laced with pain.

“Frankie, please come.”

He didn’t take a full breath until he was by her side again.

She let him stay through it all. The pain, the hours of waiting, the birth itself. They talked, more than they had in months, and some of the heartache he’d been feeling lifted. He was clean, finally. He had a baby girl. Caroline wasn’t looking at him like he was a pile of shit. Maybe things could turn back around.

Holding little Rosalie in his arms, it felt possible. Maybe not perfect, but it was what he could have.

Then Santi came to him with a proposition.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve got the new baby now. And my lady isn’t into me doing this kind of shit,” he’d said to Santi. He didn’t want to do it, too many problems and too low in his life. Caroline was an easy excuse, a redirect to politely decline. She wasn’t his girl anymore, most likely never would be, but Santi had to understand what that meant. A life that he’d promised to the mother of his littlest lady. But Santi knew what made Frankie tick. Not just the money, but the purpose and the familiarity of a past life they’d all bled through before. And with that knowledge Santi spoke the words that made Frankie agree.

And Colombia happened.

Frankie’s lips finally stop moving after what feels like an eternity. You’d listened silently to the slow and painful unraveling of his history. It’s a raw, open wound he needs you to look at because he’s been hiding it for too long.

“The relapse made me realize I wasn’t ready to be a good father to Rosalie.” His voice is hoarse from emotion and speaking for so long. You want to get him a drink of water, let him rest, but he’s trying to show you the ugliest part of himself. You have to let him shed it all first.

“It lasted about two weeks while I was still in Colombia. No one knew where I was, or what I was doing. She told me she thought I was dead, and that for a little while she was…relieved.” You tighten your fingers around Frankie’s, showing him without words that life without him would only be crueler.

“She was upset about the relapse, angry at the silence, but eventually she understood. About Tom. And we talked for a long time after that. She left the door open, but with the understanding that I had to be clean to be around Rosalie. And I worked really hard for that. I thought I’d get to the point where I’d feel okay and then I’d just…be her dad.” Frankie’s face flits away from yours, not for the first time tonight. “But the longer I stayed away, the more I came to think that it was better that I did. Caroline’s got a new boyfriend, a good guy. He’s…really great with Rosalie, from the pictures I’ve seen. She’s…really happy.”

Tears are flowing now, and you have to actively stop yourself from crashing into Frankie’s arms. He’s trying to get to a place, to a moment where he can let you in, and you need to be patient. Your hands stroke along his knuckles, trying to bring him back to you.

“It’s her second birthday. I went to her first, and I thought it might kill me, seeing her. But somehow she knew me. Not that I was her dad, but that I wasn’t just some guy. She fell asleep in my arms and I told Caroline I was happy for her. I’m still not a large part of Rosalie’s life, but she’s a part of me, and I’m going to be there for her always.”

Frankie looks back at you, wiping his face roughly. It’s finally your turn. You pause to organize the swirling thoughts in your head and choose the most important words first.

“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me,” you start, and the immediate wave of relief on Frankie’s face belies how difficult of a revelation this was, and how much fear he held going into it. “Am I surprised? Sure, this is a lot. But I’m not mad, or upset. I don’t feel lied to, or tricked or anything like that. This is a part of your life that you weren’t ready to share with me, and it’s complicated. I understand.” Frankie nods briefly, making you shuffle closer to him on the couch. He leans his larger bulk against you, pressing his forehead against your temple.

“Did you tell me because you want to go to her birthday?” you say, trying to draw out the last few worries from Frankie’s mind.

“Yeah, definitely,” he breathes out.

“Were you afraid I’d be upset about you going?” you ask. Frankie pulls back, searching your face.

“Not upset. I, um…I thought about asking you to come. With me. And I knew I had to tell you if you came. It wouldn’t be fair not to. And all that was just…a lot.”

Your brain short circuits for a moment at this confession.

“You want me to…meet your daughter?” you ask. The panic flashes across Frankie’s face again.

“Shit, I literally just dumped this on you, you don’t have to decide that now. And you don’t have to come. It’s not…I’m not going to be getting more involved. Caroline and I decided on that. Jacob’s her dad to her. I’m not getting…joint custody or anything. I just…fuck. I’m fucking this up.” Frankie starts to get up but you pull him back down to you. His eyes are wide and plaintive.

“It’s okay,” you say, even if it all feels exactly not that. But it will be. “I’m okay. It’s an adjustment, but I’m still here Frankie. I’m still with you.” It’s garbled, what you’re trying to convey, but Frankie does seem to understand it. He pulls you into his arms, draping your legs across his lap as he breathes you in. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry for waiting so long,” he murmurs into your shoulder. You stroke at his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp.

“I get it. I promise,” you say. You let him calm in your arms, your breathing in tandem. Frankie tucks you under his chin and against his chest.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. He squeezes you a little tighter.

“Thank you for understanding,” he replies, “And for not running for the hills. I really…man, I really fucked that up. Jesus Christ,” he sighs, and you giggle against him for a moment.

“You always keep it interesting, Frankie,” you joke, and a little bit of levity eases the tension.

“And…” you say, Frankie humming to continue, “Tentatively…tentatively…if you asked me to go with you, I’d be okay with that. If it’s okay with her mom, of course.” Frankie’s body goes still under you, and you have to twist up to look at him. His eyes are shining with tears, and gratitude, and so much care. He looks down at you and you’re swallowed up in him.

“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he says, his voice tight. His mouth both crashes and melds into yours, deep passionate kisses that have him laying you out on your back as he seeks refuge in your lips. You return his devotion as he wraps himself around you. Your mouths slow, bodies settling deeper as exhaustion pulls you under.

You wake the next morning still tangled together on the couch, covered in creases and dried drool and tangled hair. Frankie lifts his head up from your neck and groans as his back pops repeatedly. You stroke your fingers through his messy curls as he hazily looks down at you.

“There you are,” you say, and Frankie’s face melts into adoration.

“Hey babe,” he croaks out, “Right where you left me.” You kiss the man you love so dearly, baggage and all.

“Right where you belong.”

END

The story continues in Flight Plan

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phneltwrites · 4 months

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fic writer meme

I was tagged by @ziusik <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

between my two pseuds, 132. I started posting end of 2018 and i orphaned 1 fic so that's everything

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount?

996,548 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now various Thai BL, mostly offgun, and I'm on the docket for a DCU fic for a pal who won me in a raffle

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the top 17 of my most kudosed are all MDZS wangxian, what a powerful fandom (then a witcher then a leverage)

Love Is More Than Telling Me You Want It - the omegaverse big gender feels one

Yeah I Know How You Like It - wwx gets telepathy and lwj is horny then touching about it. love every time i get a comment on this that's like this is a pwp why am i crying. hehe

your persuasions - lwj has a big dick and wwx is a san francisco based high tech software programmer. they fuck about it

the earthquake in the room - alternate universe Canada modern university fic. In which lwj does not make wwx toast

wild for your skin - canonverse pwp

from this i suppose that most people are pretty disappointed when i update and it isn't smut

5. do you respond to comments?

always! I feel like fandom is this thing we're making together and when people reach out to me I reach back and in that way we both add stitches to the tapestry that is the community

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think most of my fics have a hopeful ending. So it might be Verbs are a Tragedy the Captain Marvel Carol/Maria fic about Maria grieving. Or wait! maybe the Never Let Me Go fic because it ends right before you know that Chopper is about to get his heart broken. Or the John Wick fic about Helen cause you know she dies later and isn't able to keep her promise of helping John leave the business? Ok maybe I do have some angsty endings.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ha what is happy. Maybe the Leverage fic where Eliot has to pretend to be married to Hardison even though they are exes and that one ends with him proposing to Parker and Hardison and them being happy together

8. do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. Not usually hate at me but sometimes my fics make people pretty angry. I don't love it when people yell at the fic. the funniest though is getting an angry bookmark on a fic that i turned comments off of cause people were angry. like you do you in the bookmarks but lmao

9. do you write smut?

do i ever

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

I write fusions and crossovers! My wildest crossover is a 5x fic about Fezzik and Inigo from the princess bride meeting different other characters which actually might be the angstiest one now that I think about it because their last section is them going to the grey havens from lotr so they can sail into the west together. they also party with phryne fisher

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i think only onto wattpad

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and it's so cool!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Twice! One time on a leverage fic and it taught me how to use semi colons and also write introspection, a lesson i have forgotten and one time lesbian beach volleyball porn with a friend.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

uhhhh oh no. they're all my favourites. of the ships i've written... no can't do it.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I dream of finishing my pacific rim x avatar fusion with mdzs. the worldbuilding was so much fun.

Everything else I think I've comprehensively abandoned in drafts. rip carol and maria having fun in space, jon and tormund going to winterfell, and the shl ocean's 11 au oh shit also the fic where wwx was adopted into the nie sect and it changes very little in some ways. Otherwise I tend to finish things I'm kind of a robot

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut and extended metaphors

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

description, romance, tenses, character introspection. i also think my sentence level writing is not that strong

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

do whatever you want forever

19. first fandom you wrote for?

leverage! my first fanfic is on ao3 for that show. though technically i did a creative writing exercise where nietzsche and the librarian from a Borges short story hooked up as a class assignment in university so idk i guess maybe literary rpf

20. favorite fic you have written?

uhhhhh. i genuinely don't know. they're all their own little thing. im more interested in hearing which of my fics are other people's faves

tagging @idrilka @defractum @daltoneering @giraffeter @ginnymoonbeam

#tag meme

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rrxaiky · 11 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐄; 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍) - 𝐊. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ACT: CHAPTER 1. [MASTERLIST/INFORMATION], cross posted on wattpad!

WARNINGS/TAGS : F! reader, Mild angst + crack, nothing too serious. Not beta we die like me when I lost my 50/50 [1.2K WC]

"BRO, I'M YOUR MANAGER."

Ding!

You picked up your phone when you heard the notification. You had just finished a commercial shooting, and your calendar showed, ‘Meeting with Yoimiya: 6:00PM.’ It was already 5PM, and the location was actually quite far from the location of your current location. It was best if you left for the location you and Yoimiya had previously decided on.

The sounds of footsteps and voices of people who had just gotten off work filled your ears as you arrived at the subway station. You felt lucky that the stop you were heading to didn’t have as many people on board. Just enough to keep you hidden and not get swarmed by paparazzi… Assuming you manage to get a seat where there were multiple people standing.

Lucky you, the archons must’ve been on your side today, because there were empty seats near the back of the train.

Ding!

Another notification just as you sat down, this time being a text from Yoimiya.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside the restaurant!” You reacted to her message with a smiling face that held a thumbs up before switching your phone off and turning your head towards the window, watching the dark walls of the underground station flash by, and hearing the rushed footsteps of people who were still rushing to get home as the voice on the train announced the stops.

You let out a yawn on the way to your stop. You didn’t even realise that you had gotten so tired… Maybe it was from the multiple tries you had to take for filming earlier.

It was about 5:40PM when you had finally gotten to your designated station, and you decided to text Yoimiya to let her know that you’d be arriving soon. You let out a relieved sigh when she read your message, and you walked out of the station, continuing your walk until you reached the restaurant.

You saw Yoimiya standing outside the restaurant, her outfit, usually consisting of something that leaned into a more casual style when the both of you had meetings to discuss your commercial and modelling offers, this time formal. You knew you’d be meeting with someone else, but she didn’t tell you that you’d be meeting with someone that important today. Was the outfit you were wearing really acceptable..?!

“No need to worry! I just thought I’d try a different style today!” Yoimiya told you when she saw your expression upon seeing her. Phew. But still… “Oh stop worrying! They’re nice people! We could even be considered friends!”

The both of you entered the semi crowded restaurant, making your way upstairs to the VIP rooms before entering one of them, and being greeted by a familiar shade of blue hair.

“Look, bro, you have GOT TO take this meeting as a chance to-”

“Ayato! Itto! We’re here! Hope we didn’t make you wait too long,” Yoimiya greeted the two, her voice cutting off Itto’s loud words as he turned to look at Yoimiya. Itto abruptly stood up from where he sat, walking over to you and Yoimiya to properly greet you. “Yoimiya! And you must be (Name)!”

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, (Name). I am Arataki Itto! Ayato’s manage-" Itto was cut off by a voice you were all too familiar with. "TEMPORARY. Manager. Thoma is on leave since he’s taking care of some business with Ayaka in Osaka.”

Itto thought for a while before continuing. “As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, I’m bro’s TEMPORARY manager,” purposefully putting emphasis on the word ‘temporary.’ “How many times have I told you to not call me ‘bro’? It’s not professional-” Ayato was cut off this time by his ‘manager.’ “UPUPUPUPUP. I’m your manager now. I can call you whatever I want. Anyway, have a seat, you two!” Itto said, earning a sigh from Ayato.

Yoimiya took out some documents as soon as you were seated, handing them over to the three of you. “Okay, so, the reason I arranged this meeting is because we wanted to propose a marriage of convenience between you two.”

“What?” The three of you sounded equally confused, with that being the last thing you’d expect Yoimiya to have said. You thought it would be an offer that required the both of you to work together, not marriage. “Itto! You’re supposed to already know about this!” Yoimiya whisper screamed to Itto, before he snapped out of his trance.

“OH RIGHT. (Name), Ayato, you’re getting married.” “Hey- Wait! Itto! They still need to make their decisions!” “IF you agree to,” Itto finished, earning yet another sigh, this time from Yoimiya.

You scanned through the documents about the conditions. The words “Mainly for public appearance” stood out to you. You still didn’t know why Ayato stopped texting you a few years ago, so your perspective of him had changed a little… Maybe a lot.

“Ahem! I’ll go through the terms and conditions for this. The meeting will end after this, and (Name), Ayato, the both of you will have 2 weeks to make your decision before the next meeting.” Yoimiya then began to read out some of the contents.

“The married couple will share a house after they get married, although sharing a room is optional… Finally, if both sides come to a mutual agreement, the contract will be terminated, and they will be able to get a divorce after a minimum of 3 years of being married. Great! That’s all. Do you guys have any questions?”

A solid minute passed with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air until the both of you spoke in unison. “No, I don’t.” The moment those words left your lips, you both looked at each other, his violet eyes making brief contact with yours before flinching away.

“Alright then! That’s a wrap for today's meeting! We’ll meet again in two weeks’ time,” Yoimiya concluded, clasping her hands together. All of you stood up, bidding goodbye to each other. Just as you left the room, you heard shouts that were muffled by the door from inside. “YOIMIYA! Does this mean I can finally challenge you to another ramen eating competition?” You couldn’t hear anything after that, deciding to just go home. You’d have to think carefully about the decision, and to do that, you needed some time alone.

The door clicked open just as you were about to walk away, Ayato now standing behind you. “Oh, you’re still here. Good work today, (Name).” “Same goes to you, Ayato,” you responded to him before walking ahead. You were just desperate to get home and take a shower at that point.

It wasn’t long before you got back to your apartment, and stepped into the shower. Thoughts about the meeting earlier clouded your mind. Being married to Ayato… He hadn’t been in your life since he graduated college. Why did he suddenly appear?

You were blow drying your hair after you got out of the shower, and…

Ding!

Oh. Another notification. You thought it would be your calendar again, reminding you of the things you needed to do tomorrow, since Yoimiya would had shut her phone off during this time. It occurred to you then that tomorrow was your rest day, and your calendar was cleared.

You picked your phone up, looking at the notifications bar. The message was from an unknown sender. Though, you did notice a name in the text that relieved your heart, knowing it wasn’t from someone random.

“(Name), are you still awake? It’s Ayato here. Do you want to meet up?”

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Esteemed artist, I would love to hear your Trigun thoughts. What specifically? Well, up to you. I saw you have a lot to say in the tags of your art and would love to hear it without the worry of a shadowban

OH..! thank you so much for your curiosity!!!

god, there is SO much to talk about in trigun, i don't even know where to start honestly.

*adding this note after i've finished typing: this is just a whole lot of rambling with unspecified direction. mainly vashwood, mainly trimax

i think the easiest is to open up with vashwood, but if i start with vashwood, not even one post will be enough to encapsulate the layers of love, tragedy, the what-ifs that could've bloomed in-between their travels, their effects on each other, etc etc… and then it also depends on which version of vashwood because the beauty of vashwood is that if you intake all 4 versions (trimax, 98 anime, stampede, badlands rumble), then you get 4 kinds of vashwood that varies in slightly different ways, and i've been incredibly plagued by the brainrot enough to think about them All.

trimax, if not obvious, is my favorite vashwood… though tristamp vashwood is constantly making me lose my mind too -- the original writing and creation of both vash and wolfwood's characters are just so dear to me, even though my gateway into this series started with stampede.

i think the significant portion of my love into vashwood is just how much i love the individual characters themselves; i mean. ok wolfwood started as my favorite character and frankly, i could be argued with that he is my favorite character, but vash is the moooost lovable man ever and a week ago, i was Constantly tearing up thinking about the solitude he faces on the daily; how pre-trimax, he was well and aware of how moment-to-moment his life was and how he can't slow down because he needed to get to knives and thus, he knew any friendships and meaningful connections wouldn't last either… and then beginning of trimax, he got peace for a bit before being forcibly dragged out of it in knowing that knives is out on the move again, but now he has this semi-permanent companion alongside him, someone who follows him and is Really good at sticking by him, so even if vash tried to run, just as he tried to shrug off the insurance girls before, it's not possible against wolfwood.

and this could go into a whole thing about how initially, vash viewed wolfwood as someone that was just following him, trailing alongside him, unwantingly by vash because it really just brings more risk to wolfwood and that's not something vash wants. he reluctantly starts to accept wolfwood's companionship after vol 3 because it was the first time he did literally try to abandon wolfwood (and failed), and as they gradually continued on this journey and learnt more about each other and fought side by side, vash developed a trust that wolfwood would be there no matter what.

though by vol 6-7, vash suffered the most immense loneliness of his life and not even his trust in wolfwood could really shake that loneliness, esp during that chapter where he had asked wolfwood if he was a guide, and hearing wolfwood's affirmative yes, imo, disheartened him, because he might've been hoping to hear something more… like a friend…! but wolfwood is PACKED with guilt and as much as he loved vash at that point and time, he knew that at the end of the day, he was still leading him to knives, as originally intended. how could he call vash as something more, something so personal and dear when that was a mission he hasn't abandoned? they just make me so ill, BUT ANYWAY… inevitably, i ramble about vashwood.

though, i do want to say also… it's funny to receive a question like this since you mention just trigun in general..! i was rereading pre-trimax and end of trimax just yesterday. i honestly don't think i'm good at grasping the overarching messages of stories, so my wording here may butcher the beautiful ending that trimax gives; but i am so floored constantly by stories that dive deep into giving the feeling of hope through the efforts of a collective and highlights connections and love between individuals… i think i remember reading nightow describing trigun as a story that shows all kinds of love and i really enjoy that. from familial love to platonic to romantic… i am blinded by shipping bias but frankly, nightow left SO many clues about the implied romance between vashwood all these years ago, So. taking their romance as canon with Pride.

i talk about vashwood a lot, but the bonds shared between vash and meryl, wolfwood and milly are also so important to me -- by extension, vash & milly, wolfwood & meryl too; this little group dubbed peace & love gang because all 4 of them fight for and believe in a future of peace & love so vehemently. the way they care for people and the kindness they embody… and the support they give each other…!!! it's unfortunate that trimax didn't give as much highlight to these 4 as a group, but nightow always leaves enough crumbs for me to snatch up and just start building my own headcanons about them… i want to elaborate on them more, but i'm hoping i can draw it out first one day!! i really like them!

but ok, i think i rambled enough DFMGKSMHKS i'm sorry i didn't really dive into specifics. if there are any specifics you or anyone would like my insights on, feel free to ask and i'll do my best to answer..! i don't think i'm much of an elaborate analyzer or anything, i just Love to ramble about my favorite things. i've considered making a side blog just to dedicate to my ramblings, but it is a really brave thing to do, so i'm not sure yet!

but thank you again for this ask and i really appreciate knowing others read my silly tags!!

#asks #if i had a forever i would spend it talking about trigun #i love this series soooooo much godddddd #thank you for the ask again !!!

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