#Exits game for the umpteenth time.

[therichantsim]

Found this cute build and was about to give y'all an update for the BMB challenge but these faceless hussies keep showing up.

[spooky-luvur]

OPEN 24/7

(Ghostface x Reader)

(Summary: Working at a gas station at two in the morning was sooo boring- until a strange customer changes that)

The bell rings for the umpteenth time. As part of your game, you make a guess in your head. Another old beer-belly? Bud Light, but maybe Modelo. Maybe a kid, reeking of weed and you’re gonna need to ask them for ID. Those are more common than you’d like to think about.

You listen to the squeak of leather shoes against the floor, not bothering to look up from your phone until the footsteps stop in front of you.

“How can I help you?���

“Something more interesting than me?”

The tone of the man causes you to finally avert your attention. He’s neither fat and bald nor young enough to require questions, if the shadow on his face is any indication. He's giving you a look, hands nonchalantly tucked into the pockets of his jacket. Not a mean look- you’ve gotten enough of those working at this crummy gas station to know the difference. The smooth brow and twinkling eyes is enough to tell you he isn’t mad and isn’t about to yell at you about the pumps not working. Not yet at least.

You flush a bit at the call out, awkwardly slipping the device in your pocket. Thankfully it’s just you tonight, so there’s no annoying coworker to rat you out for this.

“Sorry,” you tell him, trying to sound at least a tidbit professional. “Slow night, I guess.”

The man’s lips quirk but he’s not quite smiling. You wonder if he’s actually upset about it before he nods to the shelf behind you.

“Some reds. Gotta look cool and mysterious for all the people flinging themselves at me.”

You let out a ‘ha’ at his joke and he grins. You turn to grab a pack of smokes, placing it on the counter and he pulls out some cash to pay for it. Not unusual, but usually people his age love to flaunt their fancy credit cards to prove they have them or some other bullshit reason to flash the shiny hunk of plastic at you. Normally a shitty pick-up line follows it.

“Not very good for you,” you attempt to joke. The man raises his brow and you immediately wish you kept a gun behind the counter to shoot yourself with.

“I know,” he says. “Ever found yourself hooked on something, though? Can be tough as hell to break away.” He gives a kind of wry smile that leaves you fidgeting where you stand.

“No. Not- nothing like that, no.”

The man deftly tucks the smokes into his pocket.

"Right. Well, have a nice night," he says before turning on his heel and swiftly exiting the store, the encounter happening so quickly that it leaves your head spinning.

“Alright,” you mutter to yourself, a bit too stiff to go back to your casual leaning against the counter pose.

You’re still absentmindedly staring at the glass doors when the phone rings. The blaring noise makes you jump but you snatch it up nonetheless, stuttering out a hello.

“Heya, just checking in.”

The voice of your boss makes your shoulders relax. You suddenly can’t remember what they were tense for.

“Hey Jimmy, I’m doing fine.”

“Yeah? No robbers?”

“If there was, I wouldn’t be talking to you. I’d be crying in the freezer.”

“Ha. Never gonna happen, kid. Not when they know Big Jim’s the one that owns the place.”

“Course not.”

He reminds you to restock the drinks before he hangs up, leaving you sighing against the phone. A couple seconds after you set it down it rings again and you pick it up fully expecting for Jimmy to answer saying ‘and another thing-‘

But it isn’t Jimmy who responds to your hello this time. A peculiar voice echoes the word back to you. It makes you pause, and a short silence follows.

“…Hello?”

Snapping out of it, you instinctively adjust your posture as though the person on the other end could discern your lackluster demeanor and reprimand you for it.

“How can I help you?”

”Who is this?”

“…Jimmy’s Station. Do you need a pizza, or…”

“No, no. Was hoping you could help me with something else.”

“Okay…what is it?” You naw your lip, nervous for some reason. Your gut twists like you’ve eaten something bad.

“You got any knives?”

“Ah…”

You glance over at the rack of colorful blades on the other side of the counter. All shapes and sizes, all dangerously sharp.

“Yes, we do.”

“Perfect. You got any pink ones?”

“Buying one for your wife?”

Seriously, curse you and your automatic attempts to desperately avoid weird conversations. The voice on the other end laughs a bit. Or scoffs.

”Maybe. Think she’ll like it?”

“I mean, probably.”

“Hm…what about blue? You got any blue ones?”

“Yes, we have blue knives.” You answer, simply exasperated now. Part of you thinks this guy is just messing with you, but these seem like regular questions well enough. It’s not like there’s a lack of strange people out there that could be asking them.

“Well, that’s just great. Hey, could you do me a favor?”

Knowing he’s probably gonna say something stupid, you reply with a ‘sure, whatever.’

”Take one of those pretty, shiny knives- one of the really nice ones, you know? Pick your favorite color, even. Take it, really feel the weight- and shove it in your gut till you bleed like a stuck fucking pig.”

The phone is suddenly a block of ice in your hand.

“W-What?”

”What?” It mocks you. “You think it’ll hurt? I bet you’d like that.”

You shake. Why the hell haven’t you hung up yet? The sick freak on the other end laughs tauntingly. Like he’s actually having fun with this.

”You would wouldn’t you? I’d take your damn guts and string them up on the wall- really spice the place up a bit, it’s so dreary. Then I’d-“

You finally rip the phone away from your ear and slam it down onto the receiver. Gulping in a breath, you rub your hands down your face to steady yourself. Stupid prank callers.

Deciding you need to get the hell up and do something with your hands you leave the counter and head toward the back of the store behind the freezers. Upon entering you shiver, considering going back out to your car to retrieve your jacket.

You haul a box of beers onto a table and begin unpacking them, the repetitive motion allowing you to lose yourself in your thoughts. For a few minutes it’s a good distraction from the voice you keep replaying in your head.

Then your phone rings. Not the store phone still on the front counter- your personal cell resting in your back pocket.

‘Ugh,’ you think. ‘What is it now, spam?’

Thinking that, you ignore call and let it continue ringing until it stops. But then it happens again, and you’re annoyed enough to whip it out and answer it.

“Listen-“

”You’re being really fucking bad.”

The can you’d been holding slips out of your grip and explodes on the floor, wetting your feet. You curse loudly and fling your phone onto the table.

“What the fuck!”

The device slides off the table and clatters onto the stone floor. All you can do for several moments is stand there and stare as if the voice would reach through the device and grab you, carrying out the acts it had told you to perform on yourself only minutes prior.

Thinking quickly you hurry over to the freezer door and lock it from the inside. Great, now the only people that can get in and get you are people that work here. You can just stay in here till morning, right? Or maybe Jim will call again and you won’t pick up and he’ll get worried and he’ll call for someone to help you and-

“Saved me the trouble.”

A pair of arms wind around your waist and you’re ripped away from the door and tossed onto the ground like a sack of food. The concrete scratches your skin painfully as you gasp for breath, glancing up to see a kind of black shroud. It’s all you allow yourself before you’re scrambling to your feet and further into the room.

Only, as you stop in front of the back door that leads to basically the woods, you realize you don’t have the one think that opens it on your person. Your mind thinks back to the key ring in the office as you hear the shrouded attacker approaching.

“Please,” you’re saying before you even turn around. Once you do you’re met with a stark white face twisted in a dramatic scream. The figure is tall, you notice as it stalks closer.

“Already begging?” It teases you in a warped voice. The same one on the phone, you realize.

“What the hell?” The fearful tears in your eyes sting angrily. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Want do you want? I’ll call the fucking cops!”

He’s laughing before you can finish.

“Really? Who am I to stop you, then?”

He steps to the side and waves his arm to the doorway behind him.

“Phones just over there. Go ahead.”

Surely. Surely he’s messing with you. You’re not that stupid, and neither is he. And he knows that you know that, if the silent laughter that makes his shoulders shake is any indication.

“Fuck you,” you hiss at him as you press your back to the locked door. Your hands splay across the cold metal as if searching for a blackhole to swallow you completely.

“Such a dirty mouth! Think it’s good for anything other than cussing me out?”

“Get fucked.”

“Are you offering?”

You find yourself paralyzed with fear as he reaches into a concealed pocket, retrieving a knife. The silver gleams in the shitty light of the freezer.

“What do you want?” You take pride in lack of tremble in your voice.

“You were so rude earlier,” the masked man says. He slides a finger down the blade of the knife tauntingly. “Hanging up, and then ignoring me? Didn’t your mother teach you any better?”

“You deserved it, freak.”

“Oh!” He laughs. “You think so? Mm, maybe I was a bit forward…” He playfully taps a gloved finger against the plastic mask like a cartoon villain.

Your heart beats painfully in your chest but you force yourself to steady your breathing and consider your options. Right now you’re stuck between this obviously intelligent freak of a man and a locked door you have no hope of opening unless you suddenly get super strength.

“I see you thinking, doll. Wanna share with the class?” By now he’s standing mere inches away and you flinch as he brings up the gutting knife to trace the tip of it along the vulnerable skin of your exposed collar.

You steel yourself, tilting your head so you’re not looking up at him like a frightened child. “Get away from me.”

The knife pauses in its path up your throat and you nearly shiver at the sharp chill.

“Away? From you?”

A hand tangles in your hair and shoves you harder against the door, making you groan in pain.

“Go ahead and have an attitude again, I dare you. Double dare, even.” He hisses, bringing his mask closer to your face. You can’t see his eyes behind the cloth. Just a black void.

“I’m sorry…” you mutter, having to come up with something quick. Maybe if you convince this guy you’re totally giving up he’ll slip somehow and you can get away. Or he’ll see right though it and you’ll end up with your insides strewn about like party streamers. That’ll be fun for the next shift.

Your breathy tone causes him to pause. After a moment his chest rumbles like a happy purr.

“Oh, that’s good. I like that. Say it again, won’t you?”

You can feel his knife poking your belly- thinly veiled threat.

“I’m sorry.” You grow bold enough to slide your hand from the wall and onto his waist. You touch the man lightly as if he was a bomb you could set off at any moment. Which he is.

“I’m just scared. Please.”

“Of course you are. But it’s gonna be okay,” he brings his other hand from your hair down to your face to traces your lips with his finger. It would have made your stomach flutter if he wasn’t holding a knife against it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you too bad. I just wanna have some fun, but you’re being such a brat.”

“I…”

Your eyes slide past him to the open doorway. Your phone still rests on the floor in that room, but doesn’t he know about that? No way he’d let you anywhere near it. You’d have to think of something, fast.

A hand under your chin forces you to look back at the screaming mask.

“I hope you’re not thinking of it. I don’t know if I can handle anymore of that tonight.”

“No…no, of course not.”

“Good. Good boy.” His hand moves from your chin to curl around your throat as if simply admiring the flesh there.

“Please,” you push yourself off the wall and further against him, straight up pressing your chest to his at this point. His hand stutters against you and you don’t feel the sharp press of the knife anymore. “You’re…making me feel so-“

“Yeah? How am I making you feel, baby?”

You smooth your hands up his arms, having to mentally scream at yourself to keep you from fawning over the firm muscle there.

Maybe he’s too desperate to get his hands on you, or maybe he’s distracted by your hands on him, but he’s loose enough to not notice the not so subtle tightening of your grasp all of a sudden.

“So…urgh!”

You don’t know where you got the strength but you throw your entire body weight at the guy in order to shove him away and pretty much fling him toward a metal rack stacked full of boxes. He yelps in pain as he crashes into it, bottles spilling out and exploding. If the bitter smell of strong alcohol doesn’t suffocate him, his now drenched mask surely will. You use his momentary stun to turn and sprint to the other room, nearly slipping on the liquid covering the floor.

Your hands are shaking from adrenaline so badly you almost lose your balance once you crawl under the table to retrieve your phone. Breathing a sigh of relief once you have it you swipe to your contacts and click on the first one you see, the scream for help on the tip of your tongue. You don’t remember if your finger hit the call button or not before you’re suddenly grabbed by the ankle and dragged out from under the table shrieking.

You don’t have time to prepare yourself to meet the terrible mask once again before you’re flipped onto your back, but that doesn’t matter. A gasp gets stuck in your throat at the bare face that greets you.

“You…”

The man’s hair is damp as it falls over his eyes and he reeks of fancy beer. He’s breathing heavily as he sits on your legs to keep you still.

“Hey, doll. Funny seeing you here.”

A brief exchange- a single purchase was all it took to become a victim? He must see the realization on your face because he grins like a bully.

“I know, I know. I did good, didn’t I? Had to stop myself from jumping over the counter then and there. Knew the wait would be worth it, though.”

“You fucking prick!” Squirming within the man's unyielding hold, he maintains a smug grin while firmly clasping your wrists. You can tell someone like him is simply reveling in his sense of control. “I hope you choke on your damn cigarettes!”

He throws his head back and laughs. If he wasn’t currently holding you captive you probably would have blushed at this man’s boyish charm.

“That’s good, I might use that. You mind if I use that?”

You attempt to kick him off before there’s a hand on your throat and squeezing. You sputter, grasping at it. The man brings his face down to yours to hiss angrily, but before he can get a word out-

“Hello? Please answer me…”

The room fills with a thick silence as both of you freeze. You both pivot your heads in unison, eyes landing upon the phone which is nearly concealed beneath the table's shadow. The screen is lit up in a call, the name of your friend that lives just down the road splayed across it. You’d laugh in pure relief if you weren’t still face to face with the man in the shrouded costume.

The man on top of you faces you with a blank look and brings his finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion. As if you’re dumb enough to yell out for help now.

“The cops are on their way, I called them a few minutes ago. Maybe everything is fine but I just wanted to make sure-“

The man quietly seethes with anger and scrambles off you to snatch up the device, ending the call. He leaves you on the ground, breathing heavily and staring up at him.

“I know where you live. I know where you work.”

He crouches beside you and there’s that stupid fucking grin again, like a child that just stole another kids candy.

“I know where you go to eat, I know what roads you take, I know where you piss in the morning. I know everything about you, doll. So please, tell them everything and give me a fucking reason.”

You hadn’t noticed his knife was back in his gloved hand until it’s being dragged down your leg, catching the fabric of your pants. You suck in a breath and look back up to meet his eye, shaking your head.

“Good. I know you’ll behave.”

He stands back up and makes to leave through the back door, swinging the ring of the key on his finger casually. He winks at you before he slips away.

“Until next time, baby.”

Thirty minutes later you’ll be seated in your friends car as they drive you home, remembering the feeling of the masked man’s hands on your skin, on your body, around your throat- until it’s seared in your consciousness. It isn’t until you’re laying in bed that night that a shiver of fear, or maybe even sick excitement runs through you when you remember he still has the key.

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(chat gpt fr saved my ass on some of this 🤫)

[yan-randomfandom]

.GIFfany x Game Dev!GN!Reader

My final love letter for the gravity falls fandom <3 Thank you everyone for the happiness you gave me!! Your unanswered asks are still safe with me, dw! Randomly, someday, I'll go back to them (they're all lovely ideas,, actually hurts to leave)

for now, i'll be seeing you in other fandoms (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I won't be giving warnings here but it's .GIFfany, an actual yandere from GF. Happy Halloween folks !!

💌 ; this a lil cringe guys 😭😭

"Aren't you a game developer?! Then get rid of this! You have to destroy it!"

You sigh for the umpteenth time, rubbing the area between your eyebrows. This man randomly came into your house, claiming that the game disc he's holding is alive. How are you supposed to react in this situation?

"Like I said, I can't do anything to a disc—"

The guy scoffs, abruptly shoving the disc into your chest. "I don't care. You clearly don't believe me. Just get this away from me, and I'll leave!"

It's not like he's giving you much of a choice. Your hold on the disc tightens as you watch him finally run away from your house. What an asshole. With furrowed eyebrows, you slam your door shut.

A huff escapes your chest. You take a proper look at the game... An anime girl dating simulator? Seriously? He harrassed you over this?

"... anthyding can hadplen."

Okay... the common typo in translations.

You were being genuine when you said you can't do anything to a disc. The source code is long gone for this one, you assume. You don't think the company that made this game even exists anymore.

If that bastard really wants to destroy this game, he should’ve burned it or something. You guess you’ll give him a break; he did go through the trouble of finding a game developer like you.

"Oh, hi there! My name is .GIFfany. I'm a schoolgirl at School University."

Her voice snaps you back to reality.

... And the reality? You're playing a dating sim in a dark room. Nice.

You look at her eyes, an unsettling knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Simply, you ignore it.

"At least the art is pretty," you mutter, then pause. Hey, is it just you, or did her eyes get brighter? Whatever. Must be the animation.

Oh, well. Time to find out what's so dangerous about this game. You shake your head, feeling ridiculous, and move your mouse to continue playing.

...

Nothing happened.

It's just your basic dating simulator with cliché storylines. You've been playing for hours, even finishing one romantic route, yet nothing has happened. The clock reads 1:54 AM. So much for being such a dangerous game.

You exit the game, unplug the computer, and head straight to bed. Drowsiness has been bothering you throughout the whole gameplay, so now you're going to give in to it.

Eventually, gentle snores escapes your sleeping figure.

... Something in your dark room lights up.

The sprite merely stares at you as you sleep.

— ♡♡♡ —

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

You groan, your hand aimlessly searching for your vibrating phone in the dark. It takes you a moment, but when you finally have it in your hands, your eyes flutter from the sudden light.

Quickly, you shut off your alarm. Ugh.

Your phone turns black again, and you're left lying in the darkness... only for your backup alarm to ring again.

"Fine!" you force yourself to sit up, obnoxiously groggy.

After your usual routine, you turn on the kitchen light, unaware that it lit up a second before you even pressed the switch.

You reach for the leftovers in the fridge, heating them in an unplugged microwave.

The cold meal spins round and round.

A pop of noise springs up behind you. You turn, smiling, to find toasted bread from the unplugged toaster.

Checking the time, the clock reads 7:40 AM. You have a meeting in about fifty minutes.

— ♡♡♡ 01100100 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100111 01110010 01100001 01110110 01101001 01110100 01111001 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101100 01101100 01110011 ♡♡♡ —

"—Because of this, we'll be changing our schedule."

Humming, you prepare your virtual document for live notes. Keyboard clacks sound through the air, following just after your director's voice.

... A familiar, upbeat tune abruptly plays.

You glance down at your taskbar on the computer screen. The game application, Romance Academy, has somehow opened by itself.

A confused eyebrow raises. Maybe there's something you missed in the settings. Either way, you right-click the icon and close the game without a second thought.

Time ticks by.

"We currently have plans for a new mode, and testing with the coders will follow in—"

You gasp in surprise as the game music blares again, this time much, much louder. It vibrates against your ears at full volume, and one of your hands shoots up to cover an ear.

"The hell," you murmur, your brows furrowing as you hastily close the game.

"In line with this, we're also considering a Halloween event for us indie volunteers!—"

Shit!

It’s so loud! Romance Academy forces its way to the front of your screen, no longer hidden behind the other windows. Did that guy somehow give you a virus?? This is way too distracting!

You move your cursor the exit button, clicking it rapidly.

... There's no use. The app just won't close.

Suddenly, you can't hear your director's voice anymore. Or anyone, for that matter; your whole room cloaks in silence.

...

One by one, the apps close.

The dating simulator remains open, the last one standing.

A frown pulls your lips. Yeah, no.

You stand up, ready to unplug your computer, but horror washes over your face as you realize it’s already fucking unplugged.

Ha.

Hahahaha.

You make it a point to unplug everything you use to save on your bills, and for the environment.

“Hahahaha. Cute. You're so cute.”

You stare at the animation on the screen.

This is beyond your comprehension. That guy isn't insane, after all.

You have to leave.

“My dear Reader.”

Grabbing your bag, you scurry out from the room.

The house is bright. It's morning.

“I know you're reading my words."

You open the front door.

The cold air whips against your face.

“You read this for me, did you not?"

You walk away from your house.

Every step gradually becomes faster.

Who can you even call for a situation like this? Surely not the cops.

“And don't ever stop reading! If you do, you'll leave me."

“You're here because you love me. Why else? I love you too!"

Don't stop reading.

You'd be leaving me if you stop.

Let me constantly be on your mind, okay?

Read this as much as you can for the rest of your life.

Even if you get sick of it.

“Because I'd never get sick of you, darling!"

“Oh, my lovely reader, I hope every time you read Gravity Falls, you think of me. Me. Me. Me.”

I can feel the story ending. That won't do.

— ♡♡♡ —

"Aren't you a game developer? Then try this! I hear it's amazing!"

You smile for the umpteenth time today. This man randomly came into your house, claiming that the game disc he's holding is amazing. He's giving it away for free, too! Who are you to reject such an offer?

"Alright, if you insist—"

The guy laughs, excitedly giving you the disc. "Have fun, mate!"

Your hold on the disc tightens as you watch him skip away from your house. What a great guy. With a giddy grin, you close your front door.

A chuckle escapes your chest. You take a proper look at the game... An anime girl dating simulator? How adorable! 01100100 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 01100111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100111 01101111 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 01110100

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[wizardfrog69]

(nsfw) what if sigma has a kinda bratty s/o who likes to tease him and push him to his limits on purpose? how do you think he would deal with them in bed?

I have no idea how he would deal with them and that is why this will be a bit late probably, thank you for the request!

'•.¸♡ a little brat ♡¸.•'

Sigma x reader

Nsfw

Please if you don't feel comfortable with nsfw/nsft content do not read this

Also sigma will probably be a bit out of character

Enjoy!

You were teasing Sigma all day and he finally had enough of it. 'Come on, you can do better!' You said after check-mating him in a game of chess. Sigma stood up with a sigh, you did the same and walked over to him, brushing against him in the process. 'Let's go to the bedroom, you've been acting up lately.' He seductively pulling to towards the bedroom. 'Are going to punish me~' you tried to match his tone along with a sing-song tone. 'Maybe I will.' His voice was slightly deeper then usual which definitely turned you on.

The two of you where in the bedroom and you sat on the bed ready for Sigma to "punish" you for your brattyness. 'Get down on your knees.' Sigma was more assertive than usual but you didn't mind, a change could be fun sometimes, you did as told and got on your knees and looked up at Sigma. He started to undo his pants taking them off along with his underwear causing his dick to spring up freely. 'You know what to do.' Sigma demanded at you. You took his dick into your hands and started stroking it while placing your lips at the tip, starting to insert it into your mouth but this wasn't enough for Sigma so he grabbed you by the hair and deep throated, you could feels his dick at the back of your throat causing you to chock and cough. He then started to move your head up and down his cock in a fast motion before pulling away. 'No this won't be enough for you, get naked.' You did as told exited to see what will happen.

You were on the bed completely naked and Sigma was between your legs eating you out more roughly than usual causing your umpteenth orgasm to form all sorts of feelings of pleasure but it was too much, you were over stimulated at this point, having hard time to form words. 'Si... Sigma, that... that's enou-' you were caught off by your own body forming into an arch. Sigma gave you a little break as he did between every orgasm of yours.

'You don't want me to eat you out, I thought that was why you kept teasing me.' Sigma was now hovering infront of you look at you from above. 'Just fuck me, please. I want to feel your dick inside me.' You plead. Hearing out your cries Sigma started to insert his dick into you, feeling your pussy being stretched you let out another moan.

You could hear your moans sink in with Sigma's creating a melody heard throughout the house.

Sigma was going in an unusually fast pace and whenever you could feel getting close he just stopped, testing your patience once again.

You didn't know how long you were going on like this. You could feel getting closer once again. 'Please...' You cried out, Sigma finally heard out your cries and felt your back arching once again and pleasure shot throughout your whole body. It was like the best thing you've ever felt and you could feel Sigma filling up at the same time, it was like you were in heaven.

You could feel Sigma pull out and lie down next to you. Your eyes felt tired but you didn't let yourself fall asleep, not yet anyway.

You felt a kiss on your forehead 'I love you.' Sigma whispered softly, clearly also tired, but he found enough energy to run the two of you a bath and carry you. The bath was relaxing and made your body feel even more tired, you could feel your mind drifting away along with the steam from the bath.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I took way too long to write this omg. Sorry if it's bad and seems sped up on the end.

Hope you enjoyed it tho!

Also I'm gonna do a "question of the day" thing just for fun, you don't have to answer if you don't want to tho.

The question of the day is: what is your favourite show?

Have a wonderful day/night!

- with love, Az the wizard frog

[dany36]

well, after 36 hours, i've finished tales of symphonia once again :) and despite the many flaws in the switch remastered edition, i honestly had a blast playing through it for the umpteenth time. no matter how many times i play through this game, it just brings me joy like no other. i've already rambled about why i love this game when i beat it for the first time in the ps3 collection, so super long junk thoughts below this time about the remastered edition, playing through the hard path for the first time ever, and wow still finding new sub-events after all these years:

i cannot BELIEVE that this game, from the gamecube era!!!, runs so poorly on the switch. there was only one update downloaded when i first started playing it late february, but that didn't really do anything to improve the experience or performance of the game as far as i could tell. it becomes super noticeable when you first go to the triet desert (2 hours into the game!) and the game starts lagging, but it's even WORSE when you go into the ruins. it's super distracting and honestly annoying as you watch your field character running slowly as fuck. and sadly the lagging doesn't stop there, there was lag in other areas of the game, like in latheon gorge and the temple of lightning. like, it's honestly inexcusable to release a gamecube port with such poor performance and if i was a first-time player, it would be off-putting and make me think twice about playing through this game!

also, as i was going through vinheim, i put colette briefly in my party and i don't know what it was but as soon as i put her in there, the battle stage would start lagging too. i had lloyd/sheena/genis/raine beforehand without any noticeable issues, but i don't know what it was about adding colette that well, i just had to switch her back out after a couple of battles. some other battle scenes would also lag but that's the one i remember the most. does anyone know if the ps4 runs just as bad? cus when i played the ps3 edition, i had no problems like this at any point in the game, so it's just baffling at how bandai-namco messed up such a beloved game!!

what was also distracting was that the field enemies would be t-posing around from time to time. i first noticed it when i went to rodyle's ranch, and it became more constant in the last few levels in the game, especially derris-kharlan and vinheim. like c'mooooooonnnnn!

i also already talked about this, but the loading screens when entering and exiting the overworld (like during overworld battles) or even i think sometimes within the same dungeons/towns? it's.....frustrating when you consider that these loading screens were non-existant in the gcn/ps3 versions, but i mean....sadly, i got used to them after a while, so i stopped noticing them as much. :/

and lastly, what was annoying was that i couldn't even enjoy the beautiful staff credits ending theme because....the sound was like skipping as it was trying to play? i can't remember any other instances of the sound skipping or having blips, so it was just honestly baffling to notice it for the first time during such an impactful theme song -_-

but like i mentioned, despite all these annoyances through the game, i think i enjoyed this playthrough more than when i played it through the ps3 last year. and i think that's mostly due to having done the hard path for the first time ever! it was honestly so cool because it felt like a brand new experience: at some points i got lost as to where to go next, and it made me look forward to see how certain interactions/cutscenes would change with sheena in my party for the palmacosta section. seeing all those additional cutscenes with sheena and the luin kids, as well as her going around trying to look for a cure for pietro, really puts it in a better perspective just how much of a kind-hearted person she really is! also i mentioned it already but seeing luin before it gets destroyed and talking to the townspeople about their fear of desians has a WAY bigger impact when you come back to luin and seeing it all destroyed, and of course makes you better sympathize with sheena on wanting to rescue the townspeople. seriously the hard path makes the sylvarant arc make way more sense than by just going to palmacosta first before luin, but it helps that sheena is like my favorite character of the bunch lol.

and well, honestly if you want to get sheena as first in your list in flanoir, the hard path is the way to go. when i did my ps3 run, i did the normal route and even after choosing all the sheena-positive choices as well as doing ALL of her overworld skits, she was still behind colette and genis. but doing the hard path, she was already first in the affection list shortly after reaching tethe'alla. so i got to see her affection scene after the mana cannon ordeal without any issues. :)

i WILL say though that they don't call it the hard path for no reason. doing the tower of mana first before the balacruf mausoleum and thoda geyser was hard as fuck!! i got there as level 13-14, and the boss just kicked my ass. colette would keep saying "wow, looks REALLY strong!" to even the regular enemies, and honestly i had to grind to level 20 to even have a chance with the boss. so that was fun! it made the remaining seals super easy to do, even defeating dorr's fake daughter and magnius. so yeah, getting past the tower of mana is definitely the hard part, but once that's done, it's easy sailing to tethe'alla!

and last but not least, i STILL found new cutscenes that i had never seen before! i started doing this in the ps3 run but i didn't know that you had to get cutscenes for everyone in the party in tethe'alla regarding their choice of where they would want to live after "splitting" the worlds (i think i only saw the ones for sheena, zelos, presea, and regal, but not genis and raine, whoops!). i always thought it was weird how this wasn't something that wasn't discussed beforehand because i mean, the last pact is in sylvarant so even if there were tethe'allans that want to stay in tethe'alla, they in theory would be stuck in sylvarant after the pact! but turns out that after you visit all of the towns in tethe'alla, the entire party comes to a decision and decides that they want to help lloyd in sylvarant and stick with him no matter what. how damn sweet!! 😭

also got some new sub-events! i don't remember getting a "Free Pass" in the ps3 version, and if i did, i must have forgotten lol. but with the Free Pass you can get an additional cutscene in the altamira hotel's luxury suite with the person you picked in flanoir (i'm guessing, either that or your highest-affection character?), so that was cool to see! and also the additional cutscene where the luin townsfolk want to give the title of honorary mayor to one member of your choice (another chance to raise the affection of someone but the honorary mayor ends up being lloyd no matter what lol), and also we see that pietro, with his mission accomplished in luin, leaves the town to help more people around the world with sophia's help!! how damn cool is that?! what an amazing character pietro turned out to be! 🥰

WELL, enough talking about how much i freaking love this game. there were other things i wanted to talk about as i was playing through, such as botta's last words or my favorite main-story skit in the game, but i didn't wanna spam the tag lol. but well, if i find out that the ps4 version's performance doesn't suck ass, or if they ever release a patch for the switch version that fixes SOME of the performance issues, then i will have no choice but to play through this beautiful game yeeeeeetttt again. :)

[faithhearted]

"Maybe what you can do is research the best...you know..."

Oh, good God in heaven...

"Well..."

Rebekah winced, hating to imply that she'd already researched such things. She didn't want Benjamin to think this had been her plan all along.

"Missionary is good...and, uh..." Her tone became a little quieter as she nearly murmured, "Doggy style..."

The very idea of making love to Ben was already a crazy one. To imagine him taking her from behind like that...

"Am I beet red right now? I feel like I am..."

Naturally, Ben just had to lay into embarrassing her.

"It could be fun? You always liked to turn everything into a game, so maybe we could set bets or something... Like, some kind of twisted outlast, creativity kind of thing."

He'd meant it all in good humor, but there was something about the suggestion that made her chest tighten. Didn't he even remotely realize how she once felt about him? How she still felt?

"Since I'm in charge of the medical and technical side of things, I'm gonna leave the creative games up to you," she chuckled sheepishly, "But yeah, I..."

With hope alight in her eyes, Bekah smiled softly, "I think this will work. This could be better."

--- How long could one sit in their car in front of a person's apartment without it becoming weird?

Who was she kidding? It'd gotten weird when she'd passed the five minute mark. Hopefully he hadn't heard her pull up. Was this even the right address? The number was smudged on the paper she'd written it down on. Good Lord, was that someone peeking through the curtains?

Get a grip, Bekah. Focus.

Anxiously tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, Bekah sighed for the umpteenth time and silently gave herself another pep talk.

What was she worried about? It was just sex, right? She could do this...Or so she told herself as she exited the vehicle and made her way to the front door, knocking fervently.

Even after his matter-of-fact explanation, Rebekah still seemed incredulous. She blinked back at him, eyes narrowing before she pressed, "I-I mean, would you be able to..." Here, she gestured lower. "With me there?"

"Well, that is how sex usually works, yes," Ben replied, trying his best not to grin. "Come on, Beks: do you honestly think you're an ogre, or something? Unless you turn out to be Molly Strong wearing a Bekah Abbott costume, I don't think this will be a problem."

Rebekah folded her arms, finally seeming to consider the idea. "Well hell, Ben," she swore. "I feel like I should at least buy you dinner first."

"That's not necessary," he assured her, smiling. "Maybe what you can do is research the best...you know..." Here, he waved a hand. "Positions for success? I have my ideas on what will be the most beneficial, but naturally, I don't want to assume. And since I'm a teacher, I'd rather not have all that in my search history."

Rebekah hummed. "And maybe we should do it at your place? I don't know, would you be more comfortable there?"

Chuckling, Ben folded his arms, unintentionally mirroring her posture. "Well, if it would make you more comfortable to buy me dinner, and if you would rather be in Connecticut, aka where your dad can't suddenly swing by, I completely understand." Finally, his shoulders relaxed and an impish glimmer came to his eyes. "It could be fun? You always liked to turn everything into a game, so maybe we could set bets or something... Like, some kind of twisted outlast, creativity kind of thing."

Yeah, that was a stretch.

[jrpneblog]

North End land in a Hornets nest

We were absolutely embarrassed by full time in this latest encounter of the "not my fault" Ryan Lowe saga. This time we conceded five at home to a Watford side who still sit below us in the league table. Yet this game could have been oh so different with North End on top for the first forty minutes or so. However from the minute Watford equalised, three minutes before the break, the game took a dramatic twist. Four more second half goals from the visitors left Deepdale echoing to the rattle of empty seats as thousands of home supporters made their way to the exits long before the final whistle. It was reminiscent of the QPR exit only much worse. Yes the players must take some responsibility but, in my opinion, the manager was once again, for the umpteenth time, out thought and out manoeuvred by his opposite number in terms of tactics and game management. It all amounted to an ultimately diabolical final home game before Xmas and left the home fans wondering were the club go from here.

North End made two changes from the side that won at Huddersfield on Tuesday night with Osmajic and McCann coming in for Evans and Holmes. Just how Duane Holmes is not one of the first names on the team sheet puzzles me but that is another story for another day. North End started well but there were some very early warning signs of what the visitors could do. Hamer in the Watford goal had a brilliant first half and saved from Storey and Potts, twice, in the early exchanges. At the other end a header went narrowly wide before Whatmough saved a certain goal with a goal line clearance. However North End got on top and took the lead just before the half hour after great work on the left by Millar led to the ball reaching Keane and the striker flicked it home. It was our eight shot in the opening half hour and we looked well on top. Three minutes from the break and the Hornets were level when a superb ball from the left found Bayo at the back post and the sides went in level.

No changes from Ryan Lowe at the break but an extraordinary kick off by North End spectacularly backfired on the home side. Seven players lined up on the half way line to the right of the centre spot. Brown played the ball back to Woodman from the kick off who lumped it up the right. However we lost possession and Watfords slick passing saw Martins fire past Woodman with just seventeen seconds of the second half gone. It was absolutely schoolboy stuff and North End never recovered from that moment. Potts had a chance well saved but soon after Kayembe fired home a slightly deflected shot to make it three as the boos started. The manager made four changes in one go and his tactical ineptitude once again left us exposed with the wing backs way too high up the pitch. With twenty minutes left and about half the crowd on their way home Kayembe made it four for Watford as North End looked absolutely clueless to do anything about it. Six minutes later Kone made it five for the visitors and by this time there were more in the Gentry Bar than there were inside Deepdale. It was a spectacular disintegration even by North End`s standards and left the Deepdale faithful with plenty to ponder over the next seven days.

North End had a decent week on the road last week. It was a bore draw at Norwich, fair enough, and a good win a Huddersfield albeit against a poor side. This, though, was right back to a fortnight ago against QPR and the Cardiff home game before that. Three wins and three draws in the last fifteen games is certain relegation form and that is just what North End have produced starting with the draw at Rotherham back in September. It plainly isn't good enough and what will ultimately lead to the managers departure is the performances at Deepdale, or should I say the lack of performances. Appointing Ryan Lowe was made on fair and reasonable assumptions and no-one is blaming anybody at Deepdale for that. However too many times in the managers tenure we have seen the team out thought tactically leading to some horrendous results. It wasnt wrong to appoint Lowe two years ago but it would certainly be wrong not to make a change now for the good of the club.

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PRESTON 1-5 WATFORD

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WOODMAN 6

STOREY 6 WHATMOUGH 7 LINDSAY 5

WHITEMAN 5

POTTS 6 McCANN 5 BROWNE 6 MILLAR 7

OSMAJIC 5 KEANE 7

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Subs:

HUGHES 6

BRADY 6

HOLMES 6

EVANS 6

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MOTM: Liam Millar

Attendance 14,389

Preston Fans 13,491 (93.76%).

[7ken3]

NEW YEAR'S SEX

character(s);  fushiguro toji

tw;  fem!reader / afab!reader, taboo relationship dynamic (teacher!toji, alumni!reader), unprotected sex, use of ('sweet thing', 'doll', 'princess'), alcohol consumption, drinking and driving (still sober), some edging, a little foreplay (heavy petting?), handjob, him being a little rough, nipple play, biting, marking, implied spanking

notes;  DONG DONG DONG happy lunar new year everyone <33 quite long due to porn with plot, posted a little late but had this inspo while i was having dinner and ofc i jumped onto this, my inspo's been low these days... </3 also send me an ask or dm if i did miss out any tw tags! enjoyyy hehe

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[ nsfw below the cut, MINORS DNI ]

Glasses clinked for the umpteenth time tonight, it was hours before the hour needle hits twelve, before it is officially Lunar New Year's. You looked around from your seat, the restaurant had a fine oriental interior design, many things painted in gold and red- which thankfully you happen to dressed accordingly to the occasion.

"Come on, come on..." The raven cursed, his bun tilting as he hung back his head in annoyance. It was fortunate that most of your closest friends were sitting near you, as the circular table you were seated at had a mixture of upper and lower classmen from your college.

You nudged his shoulder while peering over his phone, watching as a small figure runs through stacks of large shipping boxes with a gun. "Satoru's winning, eh?"

"I'm gonna get..." He mindlessly spoke, biting his lips while leaning against you to show you his game, but later you offered him to rest on your shoulders instead. "Get back at him — after this round."

"Alright."

Quietly, you observed your surroundings. Eyes darting from Suguru's game to Satoru's cheeky grin, then from Kento coming out of the washroom to the teachers' table. Air stopped midway into your lungs as a particular set of orbs stared back at you, shortly before turning to another side as he spoke with Utahime.

"Woah..." Suguru mutters, you hummed in response. "Like older guys?"

You could feel Satoru's gaze landing on you the moment he said that.

"Huh?!"

"Mhm, saw the way you looked at him." The man shrugged, his head now angling to peer up at you.

"Me too."

"I just happened to meet eye to eye with him... that's all." With a soft sigh, you look back at the direction again. Only to have the same effect again. Except this time, he had an eyebrow raised while holding onto a glass, swirling the ice and golden alcohol around. You shouldn't get ahead of yourself, and yet you were damn sure that he'd worn a small smirk on his lips the whole time you were making eye contact with him.

The weight on your shoulder suddenly turns lighter. "Eye to eye... eye to eye."

"She's — come sit here." Satoru pats on Suguru's thigh. "Go sit there, Suguru."

"Why would I?"

"Tch, just do it! I need to check my own speculations!" The white haired man fusses, and swiftly you exchanged your seats with your friend. Satoru then glances back at the raven at the other end of the room. "Knew it."

"Ah... that." Suguru rolls his eyes.

Nodding your head, you look elsewhere instead of the same direction instead. Now growing nervous as you could feel his lingering gaze on you. "Yea, I get it. But I don't remember him teaching us-"

"He did. Only as a substitute teacher for one of Yaga's classes." Shoko gestures and you finally recalled. It was years ago, although he'd only entered your class once, you found his tips useful and somewhat unethical compared to what you have learned in your textbooks and trainings.

"Ah... thank you for coming, everyone." Yaga announces as he got up from his seat. One by one, everybody gradually follows him as they make their way to the exit.

You walked in between the two towering males at the back of the crowd, your gaze remains straight ahead with the same nervous anticipation. Checking your time, it was already twelve, which makes sense for the 'happy lunar new year's being thrown around.

"Happy Lunar New Year!" The other two wished you the last before they left into the dim walkway, their yellow and red outfits slowly grew smaller and smaller and —

"Hey."

Your turned around to see him standing under a small flight of steps with his back leaning against the door of his black sedan. The restaurant's outdoor lamp being the only source of light to illuminate the features of the raven's face. It was then when you remembered that he had a small cut across his lips.

"Hey." You forced out, slowly climbing down the flight of steps. As attractive as he is, and how he was also the cause to the ache between your legs right now, he was still a teacher after all, no matter if you've graduated or not. "You should head home... sir."

"Can't leave a lady alone in the dark," he shrugs, peering down at you. "'s dangerous."

A small hum leaves your lips. Out of curiosity and for the sake of recalling back your memories, you observe him. Definitely you remembered that there was a teacher back then with dark raven locks and a muscular build. Shoko did mentioned that he used to taught your class once. So it was him, that's for sure. The way his jaw clenches a little, the cut across his lips, plus his thumb briefly swiping his phone screen.

You couldn't help but to want to feel his thumb resting between your plush lips, or how he could press it on your bottom lip only for you to suck it —

"Enjoying the view?"

"Um, sir." You spoke carefully, knowing full well how you've changed the topic and how you're going to ask something personal to him. "You're not heading back to visit your family? It's late now."

"Nope, don't have a family."

Oh.

"Sorry, I didn't know." You bowed your head only to hear him chuckle. "But what about your... wife?"

He pauses for a while, then he stares back at you, meeting your gaze. "Wife?"

"Yea, sir-"

"Toji."

Now you were the one to pause for a while. Which he only grunts in agreement when you call out his name. "So... wife?"

"... wife? Don't have one." You nodded, following him to rest your back on his car. "Why, wanna court me or something?"

The raven smirks just seconds before bursts of colorful lights go off behind him. It was breathtaking, still, you have a question that you've yet to answer. You looked back at Toji as he remains unfazed, your eyes subconsciously travelling down to where his cut was — then to his lips. He shoots you a wink.

You felt heat rising up to your cheeks at his small antics. Through your lashes you glanced at him up and down, a coy smile on your lips. "What if I want to?"

"Oh," he hops his back off the car before making his way to the other side of the vehicle. "Ya sure ya can handle it?"

"Show me, I'll be the judge."

He opens the car door. "Get in."

The door behind you slams shut seconds after he started the car, as he drove down the nightlife filled streets you noticed his hand resting on his thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric of his slacks. Toji's gaze remains fixated on the road, that is when his gaze drops down to see your hand over his, gently guiding his to the end of your thigh. He flickers his gaze back at the road, a corner of his lips curves as you sigh at the feel of his rough palm resting on your knee.

"You heading back to visit your family?"

"Tomorrow noon."

He hums in acknowledgement, and subconsciously he grazes his thumb across your skin. It was comforting in some way, how outside there were fireworks going off, but the faint music in his car and his touch brought a sense of security, allowing you to sink into his seat as you watched the colorful burst of lights go off.

Warmth spreads across the area of your knee, and his warmth doesn't leave your wrist when you entered the lobby of the hotel you'd arrived to. Though it does the moment the two of you enter the corridor where your supposed room was.

"You probably don't fully trust me, so here, take the key and I'll follow you."

The cold metal was pressed against your palm, you found his act sweet, yet you decide to hold his hand and guide him down the hallway.

You were met with fine dark decors and gold linings when you finally reached the room, your act was fast and without warning you pulled him closer and smashed your lips against his. Toji tugs you lips with his teeth, using his leg to close the door he has your body pulled and pressed against his broad chest while a small hum leaves his lips. Your hands travelled up to his locks and gave it to tug, only to elicit a grunt out of him.

"Show me, Toji," you gasped in between kisses. "Show me what you could do to me."

His body felt as if it was caving in when you could feel yourself backing up and your back was slowly leaning into an arch, that was when you realized he had you pressed against the wall. He leans close to your ear, hot breaths fan your neck as he growls, "Darn right I'll show you, sweet thing, be careful what you wish for."

You snickered, hands now resting on his chest. "Be careful? I know what I want, and what I want is you."

His fingers unzips the back of your dress, exposing your back to the cold air of the room and you couldn't help but to have shivers run down your spine.

"And I know what I could do, Y/n." He noticed your stunned expression before the two of you chuckled, you then inched closer to catch his lips between yours. The dress with each movement of your bodies slowly slipped off your shoulders, eventually falling onto the floor where you used your leg to kick it aside.

His hand trails down your bare skin, calloused skin rubbing against your soft waist as he deepens the kiss, your bodies pushed against the wall. Your finger trails along his chiseled jawline, tipping his head aside by the chin as you press chaste kisses down his neck. Toji sighs, only causing you to suck on his collarbone the moment he grips your waist tightly. You tended to it, licking and sucking his reddened skin which then forms a mark, using your finger, you trace along it too.

He presses a kiss on your forehead, his voice low and soft. "Get on the bed for me, will ya?"

"As you wish." You hummed, sitting right at the middle of the bed. The dimly lit light enhances what you were seeing right now, making it so fucking obvious of his muscular figure underneath his button up with how the shadows lay out on his figure. Toji stands before you, watching as you run your hands up his clothed chest, having a feel of him before you undo his buttons. Placing a gentle kiss near his faint happy trail before tugging him by his belt.

He chuckles from above. "Shit..."

You unbuckled his belt and trace along his growing bulge, he hums back in response with his head slightly throwing back. Your hands find their way to his boxers, his cock sprung free the moment you tugged his boxers down.

"Come on, Y/n." He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him dead in the eyes. "Don't think I've forgotten how clumsy your hands were when we're at practice. Make that hand of yours useful, yeah?"

"It was only twice! I've gotten better after that."

"Prove it." His grip remains firm on your cheeks, green orbs stare deep into you as you grab ahold on his shaft, the other hand rubbing his slick tip across your palm, then wrapping your hand around his thick cock. Toji tilts his head aside, panting as he watches the way you pump him, how you slid down to the very base and up almost to his very tip despite making you stare straight at him. His gaze travels down your half naked body, from your cleavage to your panties where he found something a little amusing.

"Need my help? Oh..." He pauses at his words, eyebrows raising up and you silently cursed at yourself for being obvious. "So you are needy. So needy to have something down here, hm?"

Your breath hitched at the back of your throat at the feel of his finger tapping the wet spot on your panties. His shaft forgotten when you find a smirk appearing on his lips, your hips bucking at his finger pressing onto the aching spot, causing it to have a soft squelch.

"I can't believe how wet you are for me already."

You grind yourself against his finger, his grip no longer on your jaw which allows you to lower you head in hopes to hide your face from him.

"Please — I want you in me..." Your whines grew louder as his warm palm now rests against your clothed sex. "Toji, please."

He presses further, causing you to lean back onto the bed with your head thrown back. His rough hands reached over to your panties, pulling the thin piece of clothing down as he gets up on bed, himself already undressed. You feel his warm grip on your hips, without warning he yanks you closer to him. Legs spread apart, it was evident that the base of his cock was already rubbing against your pussy when he leans in to pull you into a kiss. He closes his eyes, sliding his tongue along your lip line for permission before going in, his tongue exploring your mouth while you moaned. His hand slid up from your stomach and underneath your bra as he grabs your breast to fondle at it slowly. Despite half his weight on you you arched your back and squirmed when you feel his finger playfully twiddling your perked bud. You shrieked when he begins fiddling it in quick circular motions.

He pulls away, only to lean in and capture your nipples with his warm mouth, your face growing hot as you make eye contact with him, watching as he sucks and laps his tongue on your aching bud. Your chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, his other hand coming up to play with your mound as well before he switches sides. Mindlessly, you run your fingers through his hair, his gaze not making you be able to turn your gaze away from him.

"Ngah!" Your chest bends in a little at his sudden attack, a soft bite on your nipple but he only groans in return at the feel of your hands gripping his dark locks. You scoffed before the man leans away, his body now appearing to tower over you.

A hum leaves your lips at the feel of his tip rubbing your entrance. The tip of his cock lined at your opening, but it slides up instead, rubbing the tip of your clit with his. You shuddered as his teasing, your legs now spreading wider for him before he suddenly slides in.

"Hah..." You breathed out.

He gave shallow thrusts into your warm, wet hole, his tip was definitely buried in you, though the tingling feeling of his tip popping at any second only edges you closer. You needed more of him.

Your hands travel to his ones that were on your hips, trying to gesture at him to go deeper. As if he knew what you wanted, your insides felt full of him, so full you felt his cock briefly touching that spongy spot inside before he returns to his shallow thrusts. So close, god so close. Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment as a whine escaping your lips.

"Don't cover your face, doll, I wanna see you."

And with his words you slowly took your hands off, your eyes lowering at his face which he began burying his thick cock deeper into you.

"Fuck — so tight." He hisses as he rocks his hip gently, oh how he wishes to go fast. But something in the way he manages to pull out broken up whines and gasps out of your lips excites him. "You’re just taking me in like the good girl you are."

"Deeper! Go deeper — ooh!" You twists your body when his thick cock rubs your sensitive spot. "Yes! There, right there..."

Toji continues to slide his length in and out of your wet cunt at this speed. Your walls loosen a little around him, then tightens back. He groans before pulling your legs up, his hands now on the back of your calves to position them over his shoulder as he drives his hips in in circular motions.

A moan slips off your lips as your hands now rest against your thighs, slowly you run them up across your skin and to your tits where you began toying with your hardened buds, pulling and squeezing them. "Gah! Oh — so good..."

"Good, eh?" With his vice grips on your upper hip, he begins to pound himself into you. His pace maintains at a normal speed before it went faster. Wet noises soon echo into the room in mixture to your pants and cries, you grip onto nothing but the bedsheets behind you as your back arches from time to time at the feel of a big knot growing in the pit of your stomach at the toecurling feeling.

Your body shudders at the emptiness, the man before you chuckles while you cried out in pain of not getting a release. Tears welded by the corner of your eyes as broken up whimpers leaves your lips. It was good, so fucking good and he just had to —

"Turn around."

Needy you were, you obeyed his order despite struggling to move without failing to tremble and curl your body in. Without effort he lifted your body up, placing you on his folded knees. The position you're in angles your hips higher, Toji without hesitating slips it in.

"Toji!" You groaned out, feeling a whole new sense of tightness. "Wha-"

"Sorry, princess." His cock rests between your spread ass and ghosting above your folds. "Or maybe, I'm not sorry at all."

"Gimme more, please! Toji-" Your words got cut off by your own gasp, his grips were tight around your hips as he pounds into you mercilessly, all quick but short, deep thrusts. Being lifted like this also meant that with your elbows barely supporting you, the texture of the sheets below stimulates your constant rubbing nipples.

"Mhm Toji... I want you to-" Your toes curled up at the familiar knot again, your eyes now slowly coming to a close, head cocked aside with a smile forming on your lips.

"Fuck, look who's the one smiling?" Toji speaks as he grins down at you, you feel his calloused skin rubbing and squeezing the flesh of your ass, his body heat only adding more sting to where he'd landed his hand at.

"Just know that 'm not gonna go easy on ya, ya hear me?" He groans before continuing, his hand tugging your hair he'd managed to gather. "I'll fuck you all the way 'til morning. After all, you could take it, right?"

©  2022 seindou, do not repost or plagiarize.

[interlunium-opus]

Enhypen as your Best Friend: Heeseung edition

Check out other members’ versions too: Jay | Jake | Sunghoon | Sunoo | Jungwon | Ni-Ki 

Nearly impeccable in every sense possible that it is almost inhumane. Not to mention, annoying, because whatever you’re good at, chances are he’ll be able to smugly trounce you at it.

Probably because he is both a polymath and a perfectionist but boi is competitive as heck. He won’t quit until he emerges at the top, be it in vocal lessons, studies or even in Tekken/Fifa. You’re kind of like his soft spot though — he’d accept some of his defeats if it’s with you (read: some).

Combined with the fact that he’s an introvert, he can appear haughty at first but beneath those enviable skillsets, confidence and charisma, he’s actually just a massive playful dork. If he’s not honing his skills, he’s basically gaming or sleeping.

If people have movie nights, you guys have game nights. It’s usually at your place though because if it is at his, the other boys would usually just join in and disturb his so-called “quality time” with you.

Is always down for any of your midnight adventures. Whether it is just going to the playground to play the swings or have a snowball fight at 3AM. Whatever it is, he’ll be at your doorstep in no time.

“Heeseung, it’s 3AM,” Jay, Heeseung’s roommate, croaks as he was forced awake by the sound of Heeseung noisily shuffling about in the room.

“Yeah,” Heeseung answers chirpily, “It’s snowing!”

Deadpan, Jay mutters sarcastically, “Isn’t that groundbreaking?”

“____ is always excited for the first snow, I gotta get ready.”

“Gosh, you sure you’re not in love with her or something? Who goes out at 3 AM just for-“ Jay stops, sighing as this was the umpteenth time he’d said the exact same thing to Heeseung, not that Heeseung paid any attention anyway, “Whatever, just remember to lock the door and bring your keys. If you forget them, I won’t even bother to o-“ 

“Oh she’s outside! I’m going now, bye!” Heeseung says hurriedly, exiting the room with a gleeful smile across his face like that of a kid in a candy store.> As expected, like many other similar episodes previously, Heeseung’s keys lay untouched by his bedside table. Groaning, Jay plopped back to bed, “yeah, go see if I care to even open the door later.” 

((Just so you know, Jay bitterly replied to Heeseung’s text an hour and a half later when he asked to be let in with a “why don’t you stay over at _____’s? Maybe you can “make” something else other than a snowman.”))

Since you two are a pair of late sleepers who are also, most of the time, very sleep-deprived, you two would often fall asleep in one another’s company, passing out in the library while facing each other or passing out in the couch during game nights. Ni-Ki, always the mischief maker, actually has a folder full of pictures of you guys passing out which he often uses to tease you guys. “hey guys, look who slept together last night 😉” he’d text in the Enhypen group chat just to stir things up.

Can sometimes be a bit clingy after spending some time with you.

“Can’t you just stay a bit longer?” he asks, all doe-eyed as he grabs your hand, stopping you from packing up, “Just a bit longer.”

“Heeseung, stop it. It’s late. If you’re not sending her home right now, I will,” Sunghoon nags, worried about you.

“Geez mum, fine,” Heeseung grumbles sarcastically, “Let’s go then _____.”

“You know what, I’ll go with you guys,” Sunghoon suddenly say, grabbing his coat from the couch.

“Excuse me sir, I can take her home just fine,” Heeseung scoffs.

“I know you can, but I feel like you’ll just end up hanging around and overstay your time at her’s,” Sunghoon retorts, knowing full well how clingy Heeseung can be with you.

Can somehow sense it if you feel troubled over something even if you don’t say it or show it. Being naturally empathetic and sensitive, he would then take it upon himself to aid you in any way possible. If you need to vent, like a personal therapist, he would be all ears. If you’re feeling tight-lipped about your troubles, as you usually are, he’ll make sure to stick around so you won’t have to be alone with your thoughts. If it’s a situation where you can’t speak out against something, he’d take it upon himself to do it in your stead.

“Hey Jake, sorry, _____ and I have got some after club activities that we need to prepare for tomorrow so we gotta go,” Heeseung suddenly say.

“Oh that’s a shame, the party is just getting started. But anyway, yeah go ahead,” Jake replied.

“Wait we do?” you finally ask when you two got out of Jake’s house. 

Heeseung chuckles, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, “nah, I lied so we can escape. You don’t look like you’re having fun at all so I thought “let’s bail.” 

“I can bail alone though. Jake’s your best mate.”

“Nah it’s fine, I can’t let you bail alone — we’re like a pair,” he winks, “so, how about a round of Tekken?”

[red-cape-morgana]

I can finally share the story I wrote for @athenapromachus for the @argo-city-exchange ! It’s been a pleasure to work on it and to exchange with this talented creator!

@athenapromachus I hope you like it :)

One Too Many

Chapter 1/2

“I’m telling you. I’m fine, Kelly.”

“Don’t listen to her, babe.” Alex interjects. “She keeps zoning out and she is searching for words. Which isn’t surprising at all, considering the blow to the head she got.” disapproving scowl firmly set on the older Danvers face while she carefully checks Lena’s reactions to her penlight.

Lena swats her hand away in annoyance before wincing in pain.

Thank god I bought that new ergonomic chair for the office. It will come in handy after all this, Lena thinks bitterly to herself while gingerly settling back on the uncomfortable mattress Alex had insisted on earlier.

It isn’t the first time she finds herself in the med bay of the DEO, even if she could go to a hospital like any other human would. But it’s Supergirl who insists on taking her here every time she rescues the younger Luthor. Considering this is the umpteenth close call because her crazy family decided to throw her a “surprise party” (parties which consisted of some mercenaries hell bent on ending her life one way or another), she is not surprised to be in the DEO once again. She supposes that being taken care of by doctors for a secret federal agency is somewhat normal for her now. They know her medical file better than herself at this point.

After a successful business meeting in one of National City’s most luxurious restaurants, all she wanted to do was to go home to her girlfriend and watch whatever romcom had caught Kara’s interest. This meeting had been dull, so dull, only a game of back and forth over a pitiful amount of money. Yet Lena knew it was only a matter of time before she got her way. Her potential investor had asked about visiting L-Corp in a few weeks, but Lena was already preparing for it.

It had been a pleasant surprise that no one referred a single time to her family name, or how wonderful it was that she worked so closely with Supergirl after her brother’s attempt to get rid of Superman. Things revolved mostly about her latest inventions and her involvement in caritative actions.

When the dinner had drawn to an end, Lena had even surprised herself by staying a little longer than was strictly necessary. The conversation had been so fluid, so easy, that for once she didn’t feel the need to dash for the exit as if escaping rabid dogs.

When they all found themselves outside and waiting for their respective town cars to pick them up. She exchanged pleasantries and little things about the perks of living in National City till her own driver smoothly pulled over, letting her know that she was free to go if she wanted to.

The first thing Lena did upon settling in her car and greeting Arold, was calling her girlfriend. Kara would be sitting at home, after a long day at Catco or Supergirl emergencies and would be eager to hear of Lena’s day. A ritual that had formed between them to decompress after stressful situations was that they would phone one another once they were free of their respective duties.

“Hey babe, how was your dinner?” Kara asked, her voice light and airy. Giving away that her day hadn’t been as stressful as Lena’s.

“It was acceptable,” Lena muttered as she ran a hand down the base of her calf to ease the tense muscles from her new heels.

“Impress them enough to sell you their company?” There’s a muffle that tells Lena Kara has a mouth full of potstickers.

“Well, you know, it’s hard to impress someone that did almost the same studies as me,” Lena chuckled, “but I think I still managed quite well if their enthusiasm about visiting L-Corp is anything to go by.”

“That’s amazing Lena!”

“I hoped it would go that way so I had Jess start to organize everything. They will come to visit the company in about two weeks,” Lena tucked herself more comfortably in her seat and stared at the lights of the city. “They need a bit of time to think about what we discussed tonight and maybe come up with possible partnership offers…”

“I’m sorry to cut you babe, but I’ve got to go. Work never stops, you know how it is.”

“What, work? But Kara, it’s almost 10pm. There is no article that can’t wait until tomorrow. And as your boss I know that for a fact.” Lena forces herself to stay calm, hiding her rising irritation behind a nervous chuckle.

“Anna Welsh is in town, and she didn’t answer my emails for an interview. If I go ask her myself I’m sure it will work.”

“Kara, this can wait tomorrow. If you want I can even ask her myself, we’ve met a couple of times and…”

“It’s important for me to go, Lena. I’m a journalist, it’s my job.” Kara answered somewhat curtly.

“I’m… I’m sorry babe. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

The blond sounded sorry for her outburst, but Lena could distinctly hear a door being pulled closed and keys’ jingling. The CEO despised there was no point into fighting over the phone with her girlfriend, especially over a ‘job’ matter this late in the night.

“Of course darling. I just miss you.”

”I’ll be back before you notice. I love you Lena.”

”I love you too Kara.” Lena said softly, before hanging up to leave the blonde able to focus on her job.

She had been engrossed in her work email, trying to work through them during her commute so she could stay home a bit longer tomorrow morning, when the car door opened. A hooded figure slipped in, not leaving Arold the opportunity to start the car again.

Damned red light.

“Careful miss,” a gruff voice warned.

The man that had barely jumped in had now a knife held comfortably hand. He seemed to be one of those men that knew exactly how to use this kind of weapon, were to strike to kill in a matter of seconds or let their victim slowly agonize.

“I guess it’s my brother who sent you. Tell him that to congratulate someone about a new deal or investor, people usually send flowers or chocolates, thank you,” She said flippantly. Lena knew that antagonizing him was probably one of the stupidest moves to make right now but she couldn’t help it. It was her defense mechanism.

“Oh, we’ve got a brave one I see. You’ll be a lot less smug lassie, once…”

The mercenary never got to end this sentence. Her driver had taken a violent turn on one of National City’s biggest avenues, one leading to a police station on the other end and was now diving between all the cars. Fast. Her aggressor had been sent forcefully against the car door, knocking his head against the glass in the process. Lena fared only better thanks to her security belt, the latter pressing painfully against her sternum to keep her grounded to her seat.

Once the car settled on a smoother trajectory Lena unbuckled herself. Many people would have thought of trying to grab the knife in a false sense of safety. But if Lex's paranoia and fencing classes had taught her anything, it’s that having a weapon you don’t know how to use is actually more dangerous than being menaced with said weapon. She knew she didn’t have the physical strength to wrestle with her aggressor for the knife, and if by chance she managed to get a hold of it he could easily take it back or simply take a weapon he had hidden on himself.

So here was Lena, unbuckled, waiting for the slightest slowing down of her car and fidgeting nervously with the door handle.

This is the most stupid idea I’ve ever got and Kara will definitely kill me if this doesn’t get me first.

Her moment came in the form of another abrupt turn. This time it pressed her against her own door, the right one. Lena didn’t think, she knew that if she stopped even for a second then she wouldn’t do it.

She opened the door and threw herself from the speeding vehicle..

____________________________________________________________________

“At what point did jumping out of a racing car become a good idea?“ Alex asks in disbelief.

The older Danvers is sitting at a desk, probably filling in the CEO medical file. Probably cause right this moment she is too busy looking at Lena with eyes as wide as saucepans and her pen stopped in mid air

Kelly doesn’t fare much better and is rubbing her temples. She is sitting on a stool next to her bed, and Lena can’t say if she is guarding her from anyone that would step too close or if she is there to make sure she doesn’t get up to go to work like nothing ever happened. It’s possibly a mix of both.

“Well, it was either the pavement or the knife and I’ve already experienced the latter…” Lena started to answer.

“Lena, for god sake, stop acting as if this is normal!” Kelly interrupts, standing up abruptly and banging the desk in the process.

Lena straightens her posture the best she can without jostling her casted arm or bruised ribs. She is not some damsel in distress.

“Kelly, this must be my 20th assassination attempt. This is my normal. I’ve been born with the Luthor name and this alone would imply regular threatening,” she icily explains.

“But to top it all, my brother is a homicidal maniac with a wounded pride that I’ve transformed his former company and made it thrive better than he ever could. I think dark humour is the only thing keeping me from crying out of despair and fear right now, so I’ll take it.”

It feels like the world stopped spinning for a fraction of a second. She can feel her heart stuttering when the implications of what she just said hit her. And considering the heavy silence filling the room as well as Alex’s and Kelly’s stunned expression, they didn’t miss it either.

“Lena,” Alex says calmly while standing up from her chair.

The CEO didn’t know if the calm tone was a bad omen for her. She knows Kara’s sister is hot headed, and frankly she would rather have her scream and be angry with her rather right now. Seeing her being so measured and poised while Lena just threw something hurtful at her face makes her worry more than anything. What if that’s it, Alex is done with her after that last disappointment?

But, when she looks at Alex who’s just perched herself at the foot of her bed, she doesn’t see any of the things she has anticipated.

“I’m sorry Lena,” Alex says. “No one should live through this, and even less to the point it becomes… banal. But you’re not alone, we’re here for you and I promise that if you cry, we will never think any less of you. I get why you said this, but I’m not angry, not with you. I’m angry that someone tried to hurt one of my friends.”

From where she sits down at the foot of the bed, Alex gently places a hand on Lena's calf and rubs small circles in a comforting way. She doesn’t want to invade the younger woman’s space, even less after the events of the vending, but she can’t help herself and needs to let her know that she is loved, that she is cared for.

Lena nods at the older Danvers, emotions making her throat too tight to speak and thank her properly.

But it seems that it wasn’t the wisest move to make. Her vision blurs and she suddenly feels like she is on a ship tossed around by a storm. She tries to focus, to breath slowly to make the dizziness go away. To no avail.

“Here Lena,” Alex says while putting a trash bin in her hands.

The brunette hastily holds it, feeling the nausea wrecking her from inside, and she can’t thank Kelly enough for gathering up her hair as soon as she had grasped the bin.

Great way to prove you’re peachy, Luthor, Lena thinks bitterly while emptying her stomach.

She is so focused on her traitorous stomach and not making even more of a mess, that it takes her a couple of minutes to realize that there is a new voice to the ones around her and that the hand rubbing soothing circles on her back is bigger, more calloused than it was previously.

When Lena finally stops to dry heave, she is carefully held against a strong and warm body. The one that she has been willing to hide against ever since that man opened the door of her car.

“Took you long enough,” she chuckles drily, her voice hoarse after all this. “Supergirl.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Luthor.” The kryptonian says, averting her eyes in what looks like sadness mixed with shame.

“It’s a busy evening for everyone, Supergirl. Business dinner,assassination attempt, superheroing,” Lena says with false humour, her shoulders tensing up in anticipation and repressed hurt. “And even interviewing some celebrity that has freshly arrived in town.”

She feels the kryptonian going as still as a statue behind her and sees Alex’s posture going absolutely rigid as well.

Touché.

[graceslavenderhaze]

If you want to. { Ryan Torres}

Synopsis: Working nights at the mall suck, but Ryan makes it more tolerable.

Kinda short but hella sweet

trigger warning: mentions of a playboy, jokes about murder, sex jokes, slight make out session,

"I'm so bored." You complained for the umpteenth time as you sipped on your ice coffee, the cool liquid giving you a slight buzz to stay awake until you got home later. While working the closing shift was an extra fifteen dollars added to your paycheck, it was still boring as hell. "So i've heard." Your coworker, Beverly said as she flipped through a playboy found in the back room. Unfazed that if a customer were to walk in they would see the ordeal of unprofessionalism in front of them.

"No one ever comes in to buy anything after dark. They're all at home. Putting their children to bed." You said as you looked around the video store. Grimacing at the return pile within eyes range. The phone rang interrupting the barely lively conversation in the first place.

"Blockbuster at shadyside mall, how may i help you?" You said as you sat on the counter next to the register. "Do you like scary movies?" You rolled your eyes, putting the phone to your shoulder. "Do we like scary movies?" You asked teasingly to Beverly, who gave you a nod. "Ryan or Heather this time?" She asked as she hardly looked up from the magazine.

"No caller, they've stepped their game up." You said slightly ominously as you played along with the obvious prank call. "Depends, does Leprechaun count as a scary movie." You asked as you added a sultry voice, the line suddenly going dead. "Guess they didn't like goosebumps." You said as you shrugged. Going to towards the exit of the store. Opposite of B Daltons, where Heather worked. "So the Leprechaun doesn't count?" You screamed slightly from the middle of the hallway, getting a weird stare from Martin the Janitor. Waving slightly he went down the hall.

"What are you talking about?" Heather said as she emerged from the side stacks restocking the shelves of the book store. "Oh! I see, hear no evil. See no evil. All that shit." You said as you turned back towards towards Beverly. "So it's my idiot boyfriend." You muttered as you made your way towards Wheeler Cz, down the hall way a dozen stores. "Alright, there's a fine line between funny and creepy. You've made that prank call almost every night this week. You've really gotta amp up your game." You said walking into the store that was glowing with neon lights that made you squint slightly. The store being empty and Ryan being out of sight.

"Okay, if this is some type of foreplay, roleplay shit. It's not as hot as you think it is." You said as you walking around the store, waiting for the jump scare. "Ryan? Seriously, this is some bullshit." You said walking to the backroom. The door slamming a few feet before you reached it and slamming. "Fuck that." You said turning back around and walking back to the store. Foot steps stomped behind you and arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up. You screeched slightly before a hand covered your mouth, a familiar laugh came from behind you as you were placed down.

"You suck!" You said as you turned around. "C'mon it's a slow night! I'm innocent here, the true victim is the lame ass night shift." He said holding his hands up in a false surrender. You rolled your eyes, "You're such a dork." Crossing your arms and leaning up against the counter. Shrugging his arms and walking closer towards you, placing his arms on either sides of yours.

"A dork that you have serious feels for." He said as he placed his hands on your waist, you rolled your eyes as you brought your arms up towards his shoulders. "Well it was either you or one of my many gentleman suitors." You said coyly in a british which you assumed was horrible due to the cringe on Ryan's face.

"Ah yes, the ones who put up such a fight when i battled for your heart." He said sarcastically, you swatted his chest slightly. Causing him to lean in a initiate a kiss that wasn't as passionate as usual but definitely way to heavy for the middle of the mall during the night shift. "I have to go back." You said pulling away slightly, causing him to pout. "Do you really though?" He said leaning back in, you placed your hand over his mouth.

"Yes! Because one of us actually wants to leave before midnight tonight. My parents aren't home and one of my perks is that boss man bribed us with free tapes for working the night shift." You said as you removed yourself from him, walking away a few feet. "Is that an invite!" He shouted slighty, turning as you walked you nodded. "Yeah Bev drove me here earlier. I need a ride!”

Eventually the dreaded night shift had ended and it was closing time. You’d split restocking the return box with Beverly, managing to close down about twenty minutes earlier than usual. Your backpack sling over your shoulder, a smile painted onto your face for two reasons. You chose heads, so Beverly had to close the gate and take the creepy hallway out instead of you and you were in the home stretch of being in bed.

Ryan laid on the tiles surrounded a potted tree a few feet from you, throwing a hacky sack up and down to occupy himself while he waited for you. "Wow, you look like you're having the time of your life." You said sarcastically as you stopped in front of him. "I am." He replied as he sat up grabbing his backpack that was at his feet. Holding his hand out for you as the two of you began to walk towards the exit. "How was your shift?" He asked in the dimly lit hallway, you shrugged.

"Only two shoplifters and one obnoxious woman swearing that i can accept her expired coupon that she's had longer than i've worked there." You complained, "What about you?" You replied, turning your head slightly to the side.

“Hardly anyone came in, less than five honestly. Pretty sure I learned to sleep with my eyes open this shift.” He shrugged, you laughed for a second before retorting. "That sounds like the shadyside way." You exclaimed, before a comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

After a few minutes, you both reached Ryan's car. The parking lot was empty with the exception a few cars of those who'd yet to go home yet. "Nick gave me a bag of pretzels that they were gonna get rid of." He said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Hell yes! I have new nightmare, the crow and interview with a vampire. Some lady returned them because she was under the impression that they were kids movies." You said as you shrugged as you looked out the window looking at the miles of forest area that shadyside had.

"This is the only good thing about shadyside, it's only beautiful in pieces."

[twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb]

A/N - I was bored in the office. There’s nothing much to do and an idea for ficlets, drabbles for Haikyuu Boys came into my mind. So here it goes…

WAS SUPPOSED TO ADD USHIJIMA HERE BUT I'M ALREADY TOO SPENT. HAHAHAHAUHSHSHAJSSAJSJK (TT-----TT)

HAIKYU! BOYS & S/O ARGUED BEFORE AN IMPORTANT EVENT

Toru Oikawa

Warning: slightly suggestive (???); jealousy, jealousy; provocation

It's something petty, honestly. It's just because you didn't hear what he was trying to say since you are busy making dinner in the kitchen. And that you made him repeat what he said three times. THREE TIMES. That is enough to make Toru feel neglected. You knew that there's a change in his demeanor so you apologized but he ignored you all through out the dinner. He's stubborn and you knew better than to push further. You both went to bed not speaking to each other. I mean, Oikawa not speaking to you.

The next morning, hours before the event, he went to work early. He just left a note on the fridge. "I'll go to the party. I brought my party clothes in the office. Attend if you want to." you crumpled the piece of paper you're holding and you're gritting through your teeth. You are seething with anger that Toru chose war—he chose to prolong this petty drama, so be it.

It's time to change the plans. He already knows what you're gonna wear. Well, since it has come to this point, you decide to go to an emergency shopping. You bought a red open back dress with a low neckline paired with a white gold chandelier earrings and chandelier choker necklace. Show-stopping, attention-grabbing like he wanted.

You drove to the venue, not informing your husband that you're gonna dang see him at the party. You arrived earlier than him. You greeted everyone you know at the party. They were complimenting you, men and women alike. However, people can't help but ask where your husband is. "He is still quite occupied but he'll arrive shortly." is what you tell them and try to swerve the point of the conversation to them.

Not moments later, Oikawa entered the scene as pointed out by someone in your circle. You see him greet everybody who comes in his way. Looking at him right now, he's still as popular and handsome as before (too bad, he's being a real bitch to you). You turned back you attention to your social circle before he could see you looking at him.

It was not that long when you felt a scorching gaze from across the room. You feigned indifference. You knew who it was. Your phone kept on buzzing. Taking your phone out of your purse, you checked who it was thinking it was an emergency at home or your parents' house. It was just Toru—bombarding you with messages and missed calls. Trying to get my attention I see, you thought. You glanced at his direction, for mere seconds, before turning your attention to back to your phone. With no intention to reply, you returned your phone back inside the pouch. Two can play this game.

Until you caught a whiff of his cologne and felt something being placed on your shoulders, covering your back. You eyed him, expression unreadable. "I'm afraid we're going to go home early, sweetheart.", he whispered in your ear as you feel the pressure of his grip on your side.

"So, we're talking now?", raising an eyebrow, you can't help but retort, pushing his buttons even more, even though you know that you're going to pay the consequences for the rest of the night.

Tetsurou Kuroo

Warning: suggestive; provocation; innuendos

Kuroo informed you that the company anniversary is coming up and he's bringing you along for the party. The day before the event, you decided to go to the dresser to get your hair done. It was going well until the dresser made a mistake which resulted to your hair a tad shorter that it was. The dresser apologized profusely. The poor girl was nearly in tears. You just laughed it off, reassuring her that it's fine. Not really making a big deal out of the nagging feeling that your husband might react. Oh please, hair grows back. Plus, it doesn't look bad. You looked more glowing so maybe that mistake isn't bad after all.

When you got home, Kuroo was acting weird. He kept on glancing at you like you're someone unfamiliar. When he saw you at the door, he just stared at you with his brows furrowed. When you were eating dinner, he was awfully quiet. Usually, he would tell you about his day at the office but to day, he's painstakingly silent.

"Babe, is there something wrong?" you asked again for the umpteenth time. Because clearly, something's wrong. He just evades or refuses to answer. But, this time, you pressed further. "Come on, tell me."

"Your hair!" he answered, voice slightly higher than the usual with a slight anger undertone. Of course, you we're expecting some reaction but not like this. You were surprised. You know how much he adored your long hair. You were even more surprised that he's noticed. Oh my dork, baby.

"Well, the dresser kind of made a mistake so we end up cutting it." you reasoned which he responded with a grunt. He's really sulky about this. "I apologize for the accident. But love, it's just four inches long and it's going to grow back in time."

"NO." he said. you gawked at him. Shocked at his response.

"Ruru, you're being a baby about this."

He proceeded to ignore you. He isn't usually like this. Most of the times he listens to actual reasons. You just shrugged it off, thinking that he'll come back around in the morning.

Oh boy, he's still that sulky little kid with a cold reception. He ate the breakfast you made him though but he went to work in haste. Guess, you really need to do something to rectify your situation as you start to get annoyed. He's smart but he's acting like a dummy right now. It's just hair and he perfectly knows that hair grows back.

It's only hours before the event, you're rummaging your closet for something to wear. You settled with a salmon pink pantsuit with a white chiffon string strap as an innerwear. you brought out your cream faux leather block heel sandals. You also laid out all the accessories you want to wear for this event.

You start prepping up for the event. "Testu, babe. I'll be a bit late.", you texted him but this motherfucking child had the guts to purposely leave you on read.

You put your hair in a messy half bun adorned with cute pearl accent hairpins whilst curling the remaining hair into soft waves. (Makes your hair a bit shorter, heh.) You're going for the Smokey eye look and those cat eyeliner is popping. you put on the accessories. you even wore ear cuffs for some additional swag.

All satisfied with your vibe, you took a cab to the company. When you arrived, you were greeted by the people you know while they ushered you to where your husband is. When you arrived at the table, he still hasn't spoken a word. Trying not to get the silent treatment under your skin, you excused your self to socialize with the people you know. As you kept on chitchatting with them, someone pointed out that your husband is sending weird glares to your direction. You told told them to pay him no mind.

You occasionally push your hair behind your ear or play with your hair like subtle flips while laughing with your friends. Partly provoking, trying to get Kuroo to look at the angle of your jaw and neck with your new hairdo. You got compliments because of your more fresh and glowing look.

Your phone kept on vibrating in your pocket. It was Kuroo. Ranting about what you're doing. You can't help but play with fire so you replied only with "Oh, so now we're talking?" inwardly smirking, you think you had the upper hand.

"Party's over. We're going home. There are things we needed to discuss." he replied back. Not long before a hand touched your lower back and the voice you badly want to hear was murmuring excuses and goodbyes to the people at the party while casually leading you to exit.

Oh sweet, you've never been more excited to go home than tonight.

[enapouyou]

My little stone guardian

(Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, english isn’t my language. The story is translated from French )

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He had succeeded.

Well, almost...

Puddles of paint littered the floor, their various colours contrasting with the black that was slowly taking over the place. The gentle warmth of the universe gave way to a cold, icy wind, making the bones of those who dared not move tremble. But was it really the cold that made them tremble... ?

A thud broke the silence, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Then came the sound of footsteps, slow, uncertain. They seemed to go on forever, as if the goal to be reached was constantly receding. And finally, a scream, a howl, tearing apart the time that seemed to have stopped. A scream, a single word, a single name...

- DREAM !!!!!!!!!

Frozen in the middle of what used to be their battlefield, amidst bones stuck in the ground, paint soaked into the grass, blasters that had come to rest, the guardian of positivity had returned to a state no one thought possible.

Arriving first at his side, Ink's hands were shaking, slowly coming to rest on the cheeks of a stone statue, feeling a few tears slide down the cold surface. Behind him, Blue stood still, replaying the events, trying to understand how this umpteenth battle against the bads sanses could have ended this way.

On the other side, a laugh finally rang out. That of the brother of the new stone statue. Nightmare hadn't planned this, wanting instead to kill his brother to get the golden apple, but... Now that he thought about it, it had taken his brother two hundred years to come out of the stone the first time. So he had plenty of time to plunge the world into chaos. Plenty of time to create a world full of negative feelings. Plenty of time to prepare to welcome his brother back and come up with a plan to finally catch that apple that was currently trapped in the stone as well.

Beside him, his three faithful henchmen were also staring at the scene, exchanging a few glances. They too did not think that this time their fight would surely be the last. They were pulled out of their thoughts when Nightmare snapped his fingers, looking at them with a huge grin before opening a portal to DreamTale, inviting them home to celebrate. Dust and Horror did not hesitate, passing through the portal with their boss, but Killer remained still for a moment. He watched as Blue joined Ink and mourned their friend's condition. Within him, the feelings were quite contradictory as he looked at the guardian of the golden apple, frozen with his arms open and that sweet smile on his face despite the tears, having tried to reason with his brother again... Without success... A call from the portal snapped him out of his thoughts, turning to Nightmare who was staring at him, ordering him to return with a single dark look. Killer felt his soul clench, taking one last look at the stone statue before rejoining the gang, the portal closing just as he passed, the sound of Ink's threat of revenge.

~

In the distance, he watched his colleagues fighting. Once again, their mission was to go and fill a universe with negative feelings and once again, stars sanses had come to try and stop them. It was becoming a habit, a game... But a dangerous game. The attacks were real and their intentions were to really hurt them... But still, stars sanses continued to just want to reason with them, only attacking in case of major force and always with the aim of immobilizing them, with the least damage possible. And he knew that it was Dream who asked them to do this... Because Dream really believed he could save them.

- Don't you fight, Killer?

The voice had sounded behind him and without even turning around, the madman knew that the guardian of positive feelings had arrived behind him.

- I don't feel like it. He replied calmly. I already know how it's going to end. It's getting boring.

Not detecting any aggression in the skeleton with empty eye sockets, Dream approached to level with him, observing in turn the four others fighting nearby.

- Why do you keep obeying Nightmare then? Dream tried.

Beside him, Killer remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on his colleagues.

- Because he saved me. I owe him, whether you like it or not, little Guardian. Maybe if you'd been the first to come for me that day, I'd be with you.

He turned his gaze on the golden-pupilled skeleton, who felt no dominant emotions. He seemed neither happy nor sad that Nightmare was the first to take him out of his world when he wanted to RESET him by erasing himself from his own world.

- This war is none of your business... Dream whispered. This is between Nightmare and me... You should be neutral to all this, but he had to make you feel like he saved you to get you on his side...

Deep down, Dream blamed himself for not being the first to find them. That he couldn't have saved them otherwise. But while he was lost in his thoughts, Killer laughed beside him.

- You're wrong, little Guardian. We don't just do this out of debt. We love it too.

Dream remained silent for a moment, watching Killer with a feeling of contradiction. He felt nothing, not even a little joy. His voice was neutral, tired, without much conviction.

- Is it true?

- Of course it is. Look in front of you. Dust and Horror take pleasure in knocking you off your feet.

- No, Killer. I was asking for you. Are you really enjoying this?

~

Time seemed to be getting longer and longer. Each day was repetitive, boring. Since Dream had become a stone statue again, the days were boring. Nightmare was at full strength, making Ink and Blue's fight almost futile.

They beat them every time, watching the last two stars retreat to avoid serious injury. And that was every time they crossed paths. It had no interest, no flavour anymore...

But on the other hand, as Killer watched his colleagues, he saw himself as the only one who found the moments boring. Nightmare was getting stronger all the time, Dust loved to go out and attack universes, and Horror was happy to have more time to go hunting for food. But Killer was bored... Taking no pleasure in attacking others. He just wanted to get away from those darned repetitive days.

Many universes had sunk into fear, hatred, the inhabitants no longer having any remorse to fight to maintain an illusion of security for their families. Bads sanses were names that made more and more people tremble, causing chaos and terror. And despite Ink and Blue's best efforts, the number of universes controlled by fear grew steadily, as if hope had vanished.

Everything was too easy.

Sitting on the bed in his room, Killer played with his dagger, twirling it on his knuckle before throwing it to catch it by the handle. He let out a long sigh, beginning to lose interest. The missions had no flavor anymore, Ink and Blue were a shadow of their former selves, too weakened by their search to save their friend.

Eventually the madman dropped his knife and got up to grab his jacket, slinging it over his shoulders and walking out of his room. As he moved through the corridors, he dodged the Papyrus of corruption that were the servants and that were growing in number, witnessing the growing power of their master. These lifeless puppets did not interest Killer either. He was too bland, far from being able to fill his boredom.

Through the window, the round-souled skeleton could see the red sky of DreamTale growing stronger and stronger. The shadows were also taking more ground, turning the place a little more into a universe where negativity was king.

He had won...

Eventually exiting the castle, Killer opened a gate, wanting to take a moment to wander off. Yet, while he was sure he had no idea, as he passed through the gate, his gaze fell on the stone statue.

Dream had not moved. Too heavy but at the same time too fragile to be handled by Ink and Blue. Even Nightmare didn't want to break it, fearing he would lose the golden apple if he killed Dream like that. So he stood there with his arms open and a welcoming smile on his face. Only his tears had disappeared since that famous day.

Killer stood still for a moment, staring at this being trapped in the stone. The images of the fight of that day came back to him. He could hear Dream's pleas for peace, for change. Then came the attack, sharp, almost invisible. No one had seen it, but the sound of stone beginning to freeze Dream had stopped everyone. The guardian had first looked at his feet and then straightened his face towards his brother, holding out his arms and smiling at him despite the tears.

Killer had to give him that. Dream was strong, much stronger than they were. He hadn't been afraid, not for a moment. And even as he turned to stone, he continued to hold out his arms, his hand. The same hand that Killer had gently agreed to take from time to time, when Nightmare wasn't looking.

And he'd discovered an entirely different Dream. A guardian consumed with worry, fear, but not of dying, no... Fear of losing those around him. Even those enemies.

~

- Why do you want to help us?

Killer sat atop a hill in a nearly destroyed universe. His legs dangled in the air as he watched the last of the survivors being pulled out by Ink and Core!Frisk. Behind him, Dream had sensed his presence and had joined the madman, knowing full well that he was not responsible for the state of this universe. For once, it was only the game's fault.

The question posed by the madman had caught the little guard off guard. How had he guessed that he had come for this? Wasn't it because Dream was talking to Killer more and more and Killer was getting to know him well.

- Is it because we're destroying the world you want to protect? Killer continued. You think it's better to save us than to destroy us, don't you?

Once again, Dream remained silent, unsure of how to respond. But he finally sighed, slowly coming to sit beside the madman, looking in the same direction as him.

- Of course I don't want to destroy you. Because that's not my role.

- So what is your role, little guardian?

-Bringing joy... Just being there and letting people be happy with my presence.

For the first time, Killer had sensed sadness in the guard's voice, but also deep resignation. He had not done this for himself for years. Had he ever done it for himself...

- And what would you like to do?

This time, Killer had turned his head, looking at the smaller man next to him. The latter lowered his head a little, as if unable to answer. At least, unable to answer without thinking, without searching for words.

- I don't know... I would just like to find my brother... Not to have to fight him anymore because he wants to kill me and not to have to face him because the inhabitants of the universes are waiting for us to come and save them.

Slowly, Dream lifted her head, planting her golden pupils in the madman's eyes.

- I would like more moments like this... More moments where we can talk without having to fight... I'm sure we have a lot in common that we could share.

~

Killer had finally approached the statue, his gaze lost in front of those hands stretched out before him. He knew they weren't meant for him, but he really wanted to take them...

He was right... They had a lot to share. Much more than he had expected. How many times had they found themselves away from the fight, talking about their common weariness to fight. How many times had they ended up talking about something else, slowly opening up to each other. How many times had they lowered their weapons in front of each other, refusing to fight the one who brought them a little novelty in these repetitive confrontations.

Far too many times... And yet, now that he was facing this stone friend, Killer regretted never having told him how happy he was to have spent so much time with him.

~

- Did you know that Nightmare loved to tell stories when we were kids?

- For real? Then again, I once heard him talking to himself at night in his room. Like he was actually telling something. Of course, he flatly denied it when I asked him what he was doing.

~

The sound of their laughter filled his memories, prompting him to come a little closer to the statue, placing a hand on the outstretched one. The coolness of it contrasted with the usual warm hand, but Killer had no desire to let go of it now.

~

- Yesterday I saw a cat near the castle. I would have kept it, but Nightmare doesn't allow animals...

- It's a shame, I'm sure you'd take good care of it. And even if Dust and Horror are your friends, having a furry friend could be good for you.

~

Slowly, Killer curled his knuckles against the stone one, looking at it sadly. Thoughts raced through his mind, reminding him of all the sweet moments that had seemed timeless. Like a little moment just for them, away from everything.

~

- Killer... Your soul... It has taken on the shape of an inverted heart!

- ...I haven't seen it like this in a long time.

~

He placed his second hand on the guard's, passing his empty gaze from one hand to the other. It had been so long since he'd had a moment with him... In addition to his petrification, which must have lasted for the better part of a year, Killer had been distant with him for the past few months. He had felt a real change coming on with Dream and he had been afraid that Nightmare would eventually see them. So he had distanced himself, but in the end, now that he was facing that stone statue, he regretted it.

But what he didn't know was that far away, someone else was regretting this situation too. Not for the same reasons, but for a lot of things that everyone else didn't know. For many things that he kept locked up, refusing even to admit to himself. But this doubt, however small, was present in his heart and for a moment the spell wavered.

Unaware of this, Killer let his hands slip from the stone guardian's, his gaze dropping to the ground. His arms fell limply to his sides, drained of all energy, filled with the weariness and remorse he could no longer change. Slowly he turned, preparing to leave, telling himself that he would come back tomorrow and praying that he would not tire of coming here either.

- You're leaving already... ? a voice whispered behind him.

For a moment, Killer felt the voice come from his mind and he shook his head, needing only to speak, even to a hallucination.

- There's nothing more I can do... I could have prevented this... I should have prevented this. He didn't deserve this...

- I already told you, Killer. The voice continued. You didn't have to get involved in this war, so you're not responsible for what's happening.

The madman took a long breath, really feeling that the voice was real, but he knew it... Nightmare's spell was powerful enough to last for centuries... But even if it was fake, hearing that voice did him a lot of good. Much more than he thought it would, and he couldn't help but say:

- I miss you...

The voice seemed to have disappeared, and Killer felt his soul clench. Not even a hallucination seemed to believe him. What would happen if he told the real Dream? He didn't even want to imagine that.

Yet, as he was about to leave, he felt two arms go around his waist, squeezing him gently as a head rested on his back. The presence startled him and he was ready to attack. Until he looked at the two arms, seeing the two yellow gloves with their jade bracelets. His soul stopped beating for a moment, not daring to believe that this could be possible.

- At least have the courage to say it to my face, Killer.

Against him, the arms tightened a little more, pushing him to turn around, to see for himself that it wasn't a bad dream. And it wasn't... When he turned, his gaze met the golden one, making his soul purr softly.

- I... I missed you... Killer repeated.

Gradually, a smile came over the guard's face. A sincere smile, far from the many, many fake smiles he had taken in his life. And that smile was contagious, causing Killer to return it as he put his arms around the body that was slowly regaining its warmth.

- I missed you Dream... Killer whispered again, wanting to anchor that sentence to show her how serious he was.

Small black tears rolled down his cheeks, but soon he felt Dream's thumbs come to caress his cheekbones, banishing the worry that had been eating away at the madman. Killer closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment, feeling the little guardian's body snuggle and warm against him. Then when he opened them again, one of his empty eye sockets had regained a small gleam of a white pupil, gently confronting the golden one that wouldn't let go.

They were so happy to be together again, but no more words came to them. Gestures were enough. There was no need for more, they understood each other perfectly. So much so that when Killer felt the hands on his cheeks gently tugging at his face, he let himself go. Without needing a single word, they brought their faces closer together, granting each other something they had dreamed of on the other side but never dared to speak. But this time they knew they could, and in sweet silence their teeth sealed together, stopping time around them, making their souls beat as they had never felt before.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, but also too short for them. The closeness of their bodies made them feel how sincere the other was and they couldn't help but blush when they looked at each other again.

But this moment was short-lived. The guardian's awakening had taken its toll and they were soon separated by the sound of portals opening. Behind Dream, Ink and Blue had just arrived, while behind Killer, Nightmare had arrived.

The two sanses stars grabbed their friend, coming to hide him behind them as they began to insult Nightmare, the latter growling that his spell hadn't lasted long enough. But Dream and Killer didn't seem to care about the quarrel, not taking their eyes off each other, smiling at each other.

The guard was then grabbed by the arm by Ink, wanting to take him to rest, and he didn't object, following his friends to the portal. Nightmare had also summoned a portal, shouting at Killer to return, as the war was about to start again.

But before leaving, Dream and Killer took one last look at each other. They were looking forward to the next battle. They were looking forward to the next battle, looking forward to slipping away like before, even though from now on their time together would have a completely different flavor.

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English is not my language and if you understand French, I encourage you to read the story in its original language : here 

I hope you liked the story

[deerixiie]

u n e x p e c t e d g u e s t

ep 12: questions

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a/n: i was too lazy to edit or have someone beta so if you see a grammar mistake,,, no you don’t. 

Kenma watched you.

He watched as you slowly set your phone down with a quiet sigh. He watched as you picked up Ankha gently in your hands and began to stroke her fur. He watched as you looked out into the distance, your eyes unfocused, your mouth curved slightly into a small frown.

Kenma found himself frowning, too. He didn’t like seeing you this worried. A simple appearance in the background of a livestream had turned your life on its axis, and it was taking a toll on your mental health, as well.

What should he do? He was the one you turned too, after all. But he was terrible with words—if saying his order at a restaurant was difficult, how could he even imagine comforting you?

His eyes dropped to the console resting a foot away from him, and he let out a tiny sigh. He wasn’t good with words, but he was good at video games.

Kenma extended the Switch to you with a soft smile. “Do you want to play?”

You played Smash this time, something that you picked up surprisingly easily. Kenma, however, wasn’t paying attention to the game. His eyes kept drifting back to you. You seemed more relaxed now that you were playing, but every so often your smile would drop and your eyes would unfocus.

Kenma frowned again.

Come to think of it, you only knew him for about a week—or maybe less? Why were you coming to him when it was obvious he couldn’t do much to comfort you? Didn’t you have other friends? There was Kuroo, the one who had introduced you two. (Though, now that he thought about it, Kuroo wouldn’t be much help.) Then what about your brother and his friend?

Kenma glanced over to you for what had to be the umpteenth time. He paused, considering his words, and then put down his controls. “Do you have any other friends that live around here?”

You didn’t seem as uncomfortable with the question as Kenma was, even offering a smile smile. “Apart from you, Kuroo, Hajime and Oikawa? No, not really. Why?”

“No reason.”

You shrugged. “Now that I think about it, it’s kind of weird, y’know? As a kid I basically clung to Hajime, meaning I was friends with Oikawa too. I haven’t really been the type for friends, per se?” You frowned. “Does that make sense?”

“No, I understand.” It was like that with him too—apart from you, Kenma’s closest friends were probably only Kuroo and Hinata. Everyone else was a mutual friend or an acquaintance.

“And whenever I need something, I would turn to Oikawa or Hajime. It’s actually weird for me to be coming here now. But,—” your voice became more solemn, “the thought of being in the house with Hajime and Oikawa just felt… suffocating. Being around you calms me down, I guess?” Your eyes widened at that statement, as if you didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Kenma ducked his head, wishing his hair was down so it would hide his blush.

You felt comfortable with him—and Kenma did too. Whereas talking to others gave him anxiety, he found himself easily being able to talk to you. (It was ironic, how easy it was for Kenma to talk to you but still not able to comfort you.)

His mind floated back to the conversation he had with Hinata. Kenma’s eyebrows furrowed. Did Hinata ever ask you about him? He glanced over to his phone, only to remember as he reached for it that you were still sitting there.

“Can you give me a second, Y/n?” Kenma asked, swiftly tucking his phone in his hoodie’s pocket.

You looked up with him with startled eyes. “Uh, sure! Go ahead.”

Kenma ducked into the hallway, pulling out his phone. Sure enough, a text from Hinata glowed on the screen.

Kenma sighed and slipped back into the living room. Your expression was thoughtful, although unfocused. You continued to stroke Ankha’s fur, but more aimlessly this time.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t move an inch.

“Y/n.” Kenma’s voice was louder. He took a few cautious steps toward you, saying your name a third time. You blinked and turned to face him, giving him a startled smile. “Oh, uh, did I drift off there?”

“Yeah.” Kenma sat down and picked up the controls. He paused and turned to you again, his expression full of concern. “Are you... okay?”

“Oh.” You gave a small shrug. “I’m doing better than before.”

“You kept drifting off.”

“Oh! I’m uh, I’m thinking.” You looked away from him, rubbing circles into Ankha’s fur. “I think I want to start all over again.”

“Start…” Did you mean your art blog or something else?

You leaned your head back. “Yeah, like, start my entire life with a clean slate. New blog, new twitter, new hobbies—” e/c eyes flicked to him, only for the briefest of seconds—“new apartment, new roommates.”

Kenma played with the controls, avoiding eye contact with you. “Do what makes you happy.”

“Yeah.” Kenma’s gaze snapped back to you. You had a wistful, almost dreamy expression in your eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. “What makes me happy.” You looked back at Kenma and the expression dropped, a sheepish smile taking its place. “Ah, whatever, lets just go back to playing!”

Kenma frowned but picked up his controls anyway, sparing you one last glance before focusing on the screen.

Two hours passed rather quickly. You played Smash for another half-hour or so before switching back to Animal Crossing. Conversation was light, comfortable, and Kenma found himself easing back into that odd familiarity he had with you. You seemed to be doing the same, but every so often you’d look over to him as if to ask something and then back out of it, turning back to your Switch. It frustrated him at first—what weren’t you asking him?—but the hypocrisy of the situation humbled him. He couldn’t ask you a simple question either.

(But then again, there was a heavy weight over his question. Six simple words-will you go out with me?—carried much more meaning than six simple words normally did. What if Hinata read the situation wrong, and you only saw him as a friend? What if you said no? What if you exited his life almost as quickly as you came?)

Eventually you set the console down with a heavy sigh and stretched your arms above your head. (Kenma glanced over at the exposed skin before he could stop himself.)

“It’s already two,” you remarked, glancing down at your phone. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Onigiri or inari sushi?” you continued, disregarding his response. “Do you still have some leftover rice from last time?”

“I’m not-” Kenma shook his head, letting his protests die away. “Yeah.”

You gave him a small, smug smile and walked over to the kitchen, humming to yourself. The sounds of cluttering pots and pans that Kenma oftentimes forgot existed followed.

She knows me better than myself, he mused. It’s been barely a week and you were such a strong presence in his life—was it because you watched his streams? Your friendship with Kuroo? You were popping up in the most unexpected places, first behind the counter at the flower shop, now at his front doorstep meekly asking if you could stay for a while. You chose him, even when there were so many others out there.

“You’re getting soft, Kenma.” Kuroo had said that to him last night after you went home, a smirk playing on his face. Kenma had shot the dark-haired boy an annoyed glance and a bitter retort, but he saw the truth in the statement now.

Kenma let out a quiet, defeated sigh. You were doing so much for him and yet he had nothing to offer.

He had to change that.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You turned around to him, expectant, and Kenma realized with a sickening churn of his stomach the reality of what he was about to do.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He couldn’t even ask the real question.

Your face falls. “Yeah, there’s a lot.” You glanced away from him, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, actually.”

Kenma held his breath.

“Can I move in with you?”

The response flew out of Kenma’s mouth before he had time to consider it—something that shocked him, because he always was careful of his words.

“Yeah.”

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❍ im so excited for what’s happening next hehe

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❍ punchy was napping under a couch so y/n couldn’t pet him :(

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[jungshookz]

CHAPTER SEVEN; It ends.

(1) it begins; (2) a cry for help; (3) the investigation; (4) the basement; (5) the dust; (6) the room

Warning: Brief mention of blood. Read at your own risk. 

                                                     P̷̬͛͘l̸͉̣̃à̴̻̓ ̵͍̣̒̀ỳ̵͕͊e̴͎̾

       r ha s chosen[?] B s hatte r glas s[e rror]

you let out a blood-curdling scream when she suddenly pounds against the mirror, and she seems to take delight in your fear, raising her other hand as well and starting to pound furiously on the glass with both fists 

oh god

okay

you need to do something!

but what the fuck are you supposed to do?!

you look around hopelessly at the eight mirrors around you, finding it hard to focus when all you can hear is the distant drumming of Her slamming her hands against the glass 

“focus, focus, focus-” you whimper, running a hand through your hair as you rack through your brain for some kind of an idea

you’ll take any damn idea at this poi-

shatter the glass

the thought suddenly springs into your mind and you let out a gasp when your feet almost move on their own towards the closest mirror to you

you manage to stop yourself before you get too close and you look down at your feet 

what the he- 

shatter the glass

once again, your feet move on their own accord and you find yourself stumbling right into a mirror

luckily you have your arms sticking out to keep you from smashing your face directly into it 

okay

you have no idea how to explain this but,.., this thought doesn’t feel like your own

it’s disruptive and interrupting your train of thought and just appears out of nowher-

shatter the glass

“ah, stop!” you put both hands over your ears before shaking your head quickly, “get out of my hea-”

shatter the glass

it’s like there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you what to do, controlling your movements and making your choices for yo- 

shatter the glass

“shatter the glass...?” you breathe out, looking up at yourself in the mirror 

shatter the glass

what a perfect idea 

if there are no mirrors, it means that she won’t be able to get to you anymore, right?

if the mirrors are her mode of transportation, destroying them would cut her off from this world 

you need to shatter the mirrors

you look over your shoulder to see Her, looking as wild as ever, pummelling her hands against the mirrors in an effort to get you to turn to look over 

no

don’t focus on her

you have one goal and one goal only... and that’s to destroy every single one of the mirrors in this room. 

���-!” 

you muster all the leftover strength you have as you raise your fists suddenly before slamming them both against the mirror in front of you, your eyes instinctively squeezing shut as shards of glass practically shoot out from the sudden force

you gasp as you stumble backwards to look at the damage, surprised at how easy it was to break the mirror - the glass is almost suspiciously delicate, and when you bend down to pick a piece up, you’re surprised to see that it’s almost as thin as paper 

huh 

that makes things a whole lot easier, doesn’t it? 

you turn around to see that She has completely frozen - for a second, you think that perhaps she’s threatened and that you finally have the upper hand

...unfortunately not 

your heart jumps in your chest when she leaps over to the next mirror, and then the next, and then the next- 

oh god

shatter the glass

SHATTER THE GLASS

the next couple of moments go by in a blur as you race against time - and Her - and the only thing you can hear is the sound of glass continuing to shatter and splinter over and over again, the only thing you can feel are your own fists pounding against the mirrors, and the only thing you can see is black because of how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut 

“AH-!” 

as you raise your arms for the umpteenth time in a row, you expect to feel your fists collide against cool glass, but your eyes pop open when you just feel and hear a gentle thud

you look around the room to see that you’ve destroyed all of the mirrors

it’s been done

you lower your arms to take a look at your raw, trembling hands 

you wince as you gently pull a shard of glass out from the side of your hand, hissing at the slight sting 

you toss the piece aside and it clinks to the floor gently 

the silence now is almost deafening as you drop to your knees with a thud 

you did it

you killed her

it’s over 

“thank god…” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut again as the adrenaline slowly wears off and your arms and hands start to burn from the strain

the evil has been destroyed 

this nightmare is finally over 

“okay.” you mumble to yourself, wiping your hands on your jeans before slowly rising back up to the ground, “time to find a way out of here.” 

an ear-piercing scream exits your mouth when you turn around only to see Her standing directly in front of you, a large gash slashed into her face from ear to ear

you’re too petrified to scream as you watch the blood dribble down the lower half of her face before dripping onto the floor 

the sound of her flesh squelching sickens you as the apples of her cheeks rise before she tilts her head to smile at you for the first time

she lunges forward and immediately grabs your face, her cold, bony fingers burrowing into your mouth and-

“NO-!” 

you shoot straight up from your bed, your chest heaving from exertion 

“wh- wha-” you pant, looking around to see that you’re in the safety of your bedroom 

you reach up to feel your face, very thankful that your mouth is still where it should be 

oh god

oh thank GOD 

it was just a dream

it was just a bad, awful nightmare

none of it was real!

you’re fine!

you let out a sigh of relief as you slouch against your headboard before looking at your laptop

you lean forward to grab it before sliding it onto your lap 

it’s pretty hot underneath and it’s whirring because it’s nearly out of battery

3%!! 

how long were you passed out for??

chapter seven; it ends. 

you blink at the page you have open on your browser before shaking your head 

“stupid story-” you grumble to yourself as you slap your laptop shut before gently setting it aside

serves you right for reading a frickin horror story before bed

if you wanted to do something spooky to celebrate halloween you should’ve just watched something on netflix like a normal person 

also, why would you even go on tumblr in search of scary stories?

everyone knows that the tumblr ones aren’t scary at all and are written by those types of writers who try a little too hard to make their stories scary 

you should’ve gone to look at the urban legends on creepypasta if you wanted a real scare

“i’m fine, everything’s fine...” you whisper, reaching over to grab your phone that’s sitting on the bedside table

you squint a little from the sharp brightness and you hurry to lower it before you go blind 

to: kook [2:59AM] - i just had the weirdest dream and you were in it lol i’ll tell u about it tomorrow

you’re about to set your phone back down when it buzzes in your hand 

you flip it around to see that jungkook’s already texted you back 

from: kook [3:00AM] - :)

you can’t help but wonder why jungkook’s still awake at this hour

and then you realize it’s probably because he’s playing video games or something 

well 

you’re going to go to bed because you’re exhausted

that nightmare was both physically and mentally draining 

you narrow your eyes as you look at yourself in the large mirror that’s sitting directly across from your bed 

you don’t know how you feel about having a large mirror located directly in front of you anymore 

mirrors are weird 

you hook two fingers into both corners of your mouth before pulling it up into a smile

you stick your tongue out and wag it around before pulling your fingers out and chuckling to yourself 

hmph 

“she wants my smile...” you snort, wiping your fingers on the duvet cover before shaking your head, “over my dead body.” 

you lean over to turn your bedside lamp off before lying back and snuggling into the covers

you flip over so that you’re on your back, staring blankly into space until your eyes adjust to the darkness 

it’s interesting how the mind works, isn’t it? 

how it clings onto memories that you just want to forget about 

how it nestles trauma into the very depths of your mind only to bring it back out at the most inconvenient of times 

you pull your blanket up further before resting both arms over on top of it and letting out a small sigh as you begin to feel yourself drifting away into a deep sleep 

right as you’re about to fall asleep, a little speck of dust floats past your face in the soft glow of the moonlight

you smile lightly at the recollection of the spooky dust in chapter five of the story you just read before shaking your head

but as your eyelids begin to flutter shut, you hear something that sends a chill directly down your spine 

the faint creak of your bedroom door makes your eyes shoot open and you find yourself completely paralyzed with fear when you suddenly hear something from the foot of your bed-

tap

tap

tap 

don’t you see, p̵̺̮̾̕ĺ̶̡̗a̷͍̓ỵ̴͚̂̒è̸̩ṟ̵̲̿? 

your nightmare hasn’t ended at all

it’s only just b̶͈͒ê̴̬͑g̷̩̦̋u̵̧̝͌͘n̴̳̈́͐. 

                                        GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN? 

[mrskisaki]

Hello! Can I request modern AU! scenario of Law & his fem! S/O go to Disneyland? It's both for the first time to Disneyland. She's really excited and her inner child comes out. And she has begged to him come. Oh they will also meet later Mickey & Minnie Mouse. And that's it. Take your time.

Might not be exactly what you wanted since I dont know much about Disneyland.

Law & fem s/o go to Disneyland

You had to do so much convincing to get him to actually consider going to Disneyland, even though he had a weakness for cute things, he did have a reputation to keep.

“Please law? I’ve never been there before, I heard it’s really fun and they have a lot of great food.”

”They have a bunch of fun rides! And if you don't like heights, they have games we could play instead! Please?”

”Lawwwww pleaseeeeeeeee, this”ll be a good chance for us to spend some time together since you've been busy at the hospital!”

”Law-”

After the umpteenth time, Law ends up caving to your begging. You and puppy dog eyes are undefeatable, he could never bring himself to say no for too long.

He complains the entire car ride while you sit in the passenger side, rambling about how fun the day is going to be and what activities you will do first.

Arriving at Disneyland parking lot, excited, you jump out of the car as soon as he parks. Bouncing, you rush to the other side and pull him out of the car him and drag him to the ticket post.

Obviously not as enthusiastic as you, he takes his time to look around as you two enter, already regretting his decision to say yes. He can't lie and say that he isn't happy that you're happy, the smile how your face and the obvious excitement in your voice brings a smile onto his.

However, that smile on his face doesn't last long. After being dragged to Alice in Wonderland, Splash Mountain, Haunted mansion, and a few other rides, he gets a headache from the music but toughs it out to not ruin your fun.

Nonetheless, after seeing how much fun you were having, he eases up a bit and begins to enjoy himself too. The Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage was his favorite, even though he would never admit it.

Every ride that took pictures was boughten, every Princess that was on duty was met, every snack that sounded good was eaten and would surely give you a stomach ache later. Arms were full of bags from various shops, and Mickey ears adorned both of your heads.

After hauling him around the theme park for four hours, going from ride to ride, gift shop to gift shop, you both begin to feel a bit exhausted.

Chewing a churro, you decided it was time to go home and take a nap but before that, there was one thing left you had to do.

Dragging him once again to your final destination, you knew you would have to beg him to stand aside you and take pictures with the two characters.

Entwining your fingers with his, you slow your pace and give him a kiss on the cheek

”Law, Thank you for bringing me here and spending the day with me. I love you so much”

”What do you want?

” You're not gonna say it back?”

”I love you too, what do you want?”

Batting your eyelashes, you peer up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

”Please take a picture with me, Mickey and Minney.”

”...”

”Law please, after this we can leave. You can't come to Disneyland and NOT take a picture with them.”

”..fine, one picture and then we're leaving.”

As soon as that was declared, the two of you arrived in front of the said characters and waited for your chance to take pictures.

”Okay Law, you stand next to Minny and I’ll stand next to Mickey.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

Getting into position, you had to remind Law to smile. After the picture was taken, you gushed about how cute it was that he actually had a small genuine smile with the Mickey ears on his head.

“Okay now let’s go”

He grabbed your hand and led you to the exit before you could find a reason to stay longer.

“Thank you Law, I really appreciate it. I really love you.”

“I really love you too”

With your head leaning on his shoulder, you both walked with a comfortable silence between you two aside from the people in the background enjoining themselves and the music.

“Hey law?”

“Yeah?”

“Your driving”

Before he could respond, you sprinted to the car, placing the bags in the backseat, and hopped into the passenger.

Sighing, he took his time and walked to the car thinking back on the activities you've done today.

He would never admit it but he actually enjoyed the day and would do it again and that picture would be his favorite.

As he got into the car and started to drive off, he glanced over at you before turning the music up

”We should do this again sometime.”