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clairdelunelove · 1 year ago

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sunset boulevard

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff! (blind date! one shot)

warnings: none, 2.6k words

synopsis: you don't do blind dates; too much risk with little reward. but your friends assure you that this time it'll be different. and when the epitome of 'the boy next door' starts talking to you at the amusement park– you think they're right.

a.n. haha, not my brainrot about itadori being so bad that I had to write this. and nu, I've never been on a blind date before but imma write about it :3

you created it on a whim. encouraged by your friends’ prodding and teasing about your love life- or lack thereof- so your fingers clicked on the newly downloaded app. meant to be just for fun. a silly topic for your girls’ night. “just for the plot,” you told them with a knowing shake of your head when they all impishly giggled. a generic dating app where most people on there had an ulterior motive and would do anything to achieve it. but you weren’t willing to accept that, promising yourself to keep boundaries. the limit that you’re willing to bargain on is a public date. emphasis on the ‘public’ part because your friends are already scheming. whispers about a netflix and chill type of date. but you sign into the app, choosing a couple pictures of yourself that are adequate enough to catch some attention, and write a creative bio. it’s impressionable. modest. wholesome. definitely not the route that your friends desired for you to engage in. “done,” you state matter-of-factly. a beat of silence passes. the realization that you’re actually agreeing to this sets in. much to your chagrin, your friends end up snatching your phone from your hands and adding their own spin to your profile. editing your pictures to the ones that they have on their phones. “we’ll set you up with someone good for you,” your friend reassures with a good-natured pat on your back. “real good,” your other friend slyly drawls and bursts out laughing with the others. you don’t know whether your stomach twists from nervousness or anticipation from their ruse.

ten minutes until your date is deemed late. twisting your wrist, you glance at your watch again just to confirm your suspicion and huff. you’d arrived half an hour earlier than the time your friends texted you. your motto was that it was better to be incredibly early than late, especially since you had no idea what your date looked like. but the fear of being deserted causes you to shift on your feet as you sidestep out of the way for a group of teenagers to pass. wouldn’t be the first time you’d get stood up. glancing upward, you double-check that you’re standing underneath the carnival’s main attraction– the ferris wheel. its bright, illuminated colors jump out at you, almost mockingly, as if to highlight the gloomy frown plastered on your face.

“waiting for someone too?”

the voice snaps you out of your daze and you’re left peering up at the person that seemingly appeared out of thin air. he’s attractive– the kind of appeal that leaves you breathless from his inquisitive eyes and easy grin. a slender hand is carded in his hair as he patiently awaits for your response.

“yeah,” you croak before hastily clearing your throat, “I am.”

it shocks you that he’s even conversing with you. clad in a yellow hoodie and denim jeans, he’s the epitome of 'the boy next door.' could probably win the role for starring in the newest coming of age movie that’s bound to gain revenue just from his visage. he’s adorned in vibrant colors that contrast your pastel-toned clothes and you self-consciously pull at your shirt.

“wanna check out that game right there? promise it’ll be quick!”

from the corner of your eye, you recognize that he’s angled towards you as the question leaves his lips. gosh, is he talking to you? almost like he’s inviting you to spend some time with him in the meantime.

dumbfounded, your mouth drops open as you point to yourself, “me? you’re talking to me?”

“of course!” he replies enthusiastically like it’s second nature for him to hang out with strangers, “might as well take advantage of the time, right?”

he adjusts his backpack by slinging the dark strap over his shoulder and turns to walk in the direction of the nearby carnival booths that have games lined up for customers. you note that he attempts to blend in with the crowd but his upbeat attitude is too perceivable. has a glimmer in his eyes that attracts the ogling of bystanders. luminescent signs light up the path to the section dedicated to the midway. wooden signs promising ‘fun’ and ‘a winner every time’ written in bubbly font. it’s enticing. it’s fun– an experience that you’ve lacked recently. and before you can argue that you’re waiting for someone, the blushy haired male ushers you to follow with a wave of his hand.

“c’mon!”

you’re lightly jogging after him, short strides compared to his long ones, and manage to catch up to him with an exasperated breath. he’s fit; not the type where his physique screams ‘gym rat’ but rather that he’s the epitome of good health.

catching sight of you beside him, he gleefully chuckles, “knew you’d be up for some fun! I’m–”

he breaks off to gawk at a booth that grabs his attention and instantly treads through the crowd to line up for it. the game has the typical objective of knocking over a pyramid of milk bottles. you stare at it expectantly, knowing that this midway game is usually fixed; bottles stacked on the bottom are filled with sand or lead that weigh in a couple extra pounds and the given ball is unusually light. he’s buzzing with excitement, though. hastily patting his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and whips out enough money to buy a turn.

“I’m itadori yuuji, by the way,” he finally continues his belated introduction while pushing the money into the midway worker’s hands.

“yuuji,” you repeat and savor the name on your lips, “these games are usually rigged, ya know.”

"are they?”

he doesn’t seem bothered by the carnival’s dirty tactic, however. merely chirps a word of gratitude when the worker tosses him the singular ball and deftly explains the rules of the game. the customary one chance to knock over all three milk bottles and you knowingly press your lips together.

yet, your eyes comically widen as he begins to strip his hoodie off and hands it to you, “can you hold this for a second? thanks!”

straight away, the movement coaxes onlookers to turn their attention to the both of you. steely gazes focused on the cuts of muscle on yuuji’s arm as he rolled his shoulder to stretch. you’re no exception. in fact, you take back what you earlier assumed about his physique. baffled by how his baggy clothes managed to cover his impressive build, you hurriedly turn your chin to hide the warmth that spreads across your cheeks and neatly tuck his hoodie under your arm. his physique is essentially out of a magazine— broad, beefy shoulders that taper off into a small waist.

your lips move before you can stop them. “you got this!”

an expression of shock paints his face due to your encouragement before he flashes you a lopsided grin; boyish before he concentrates. there’s a gleam in his eyes as he retracts his arm like he’s winding up to pitch in a baseball game. then, he lobs— no, hurls— it straight at the tower of milk bottles. the ball whizzes through the air and the targets come crashing down from the sheer power of his throw. it’s startling. dazed, you’re left wondering if the stranger you just met is secretly superhuman.

“we have a winner!” the midway worker roars to the enthusiastic crowd.

“yes!”

yuuji pumps his fist in the air as the worker and a couple people in the crowd come to congratulate him. he’s all smiles now. there’s a big, toothy grin plastered on his face when the worker hands him his prize; a large teddy bear that has a red bow on its chest and the sheer size of it has him grasping onto it with both hands.

“look!” he exclaims and gently shakes the stuffed toy in his grasp, “do you like it?”

you can’t help but giggle at the exhilaration behind his gaze, “it’s cute!”

he’s clearly pleased by your reaction, swiping a finger over his nose before bursting out into laughter and your heart fills. his habits are so endearing and wholesome that it’s heartwarming. abruptly, the teddy bear is pushed into your chest and yuuji's knuckles brush against yours from the maneuver. the stuffed bear’s big, beady eyes stare at you as yuuji deliberately turns to shrug on his hoodie again.

“it’s for you!”

his confession is a little muffled as he extends his arms through his sleeves and it occurs to you that he’s whirled away from you for a reason. a dust of pink washes over his cheeks and he runs a sheepish hand through his tousled hair.

“I won it for you,” he reiterates, almost bashful, “I mean, you did come and spend some time with me when you were probably busy but–”

it’s a stark contrast from the confident and affable guise that he’s shown you. a peek into his personality that you’ve yet to appreciate. he kicks at a stray pebble on the pavement while his hands are shoved into his pockets. the way his blushy hair is a similar shade to the tips of his ears causes you to inwardly melt.

your thoughts go haywire but a demure smile stretches across your glossy lips, “thank you, yuuji. I love it.”

he clears his throat, murmurs a comment about how it’s not a huge deal, and faces you. yuuji blinks— once, twice, and his gaze softens. then, he utters a compliment that goes straight to your heart.

“you look cute like that.”

it’s straightforward, candid but you still ask, “like what?”

“happy.”

you let him tug you to the next midway booth.

“aw, come on!”

yuuji’s droning is followed by the teasing nudge he gives you. the touch draws out a yelp from you and the sound immediately reduces him into a laughing fit. for now, the both of you agreed to do a little sightseeing before the amusement park closed for the day. it was already evening; the sky was a cascade of apricot and vermilion. a beautiful vision to match the day. spending time with yuuji was like being in a trance. time seemed to slip quicker when he was with you.

naturally, your fingers reach to pinch his cheek due to his antics.

“ow!” he cries and childishly rubs at the inflicted area, “not my fault I’m good at every game here.”

although the blushy haired male is telling the truth, you can’t help but pout at his words because yes– he was basically a professional at every game in the midway. you’ve tried your hand at a couple booths. yuuji insisted on paying for anything you touched and fondly watched. however, he was soon tagged in whenever you were unsuccessful and he managed to turn the game’s odds around. evident in the countless plushies that’s tucked in his strong arms. all of them were for you, of course. he just plucked them out of your grasp when you briefly mentioned how your arms were getting tired from carrying them around.

“you’re in denial!” he singsongs and grins wider when he hears you huff in exasperation.

“I am not in denial!”

“you are!”

“well, you’ve spent a lot on these games,” you pause to lower your voice, “and on me. you haven’t even known me for that long.”

unsurprisingly, he recognizes the concern laced on your words and stops walking. his brows furrowed. the teasing grin is wiped from his face and is replaced with a tender gaze. forever wise and dependable. he leans down, hooks a finger under your chin, and murmurs his reasoning.

“honestly,” his voice trails off in remembrance, “I barely have any time to do fun stuff like this so I'm taking advantage of it.”

the sentiment is supposed to be understandable, one that many individuals’ share in life. yet, you can’t help but assume that his words weigh heavier than the average person’s. it stabs at your heart to know that such a kind soul is no stranger to heartache.

“besides,” he interrupts your train of thought and gleefully grins, “I get to win a pretty girl some prizes. sounds like a win to me.”

with an affectionate compliment, yuuji cleverly brings back the light-hearted mood from earlier. he’s skilled at this– redirecting your focus through an optimistic point of view. one of his traits that you’re smitten with. fondly patting your head, he takes a step back and rises to his full height. he’s still gauging your expression, though. his eyes are like liquid honey from this proximity and you’re in awe. truth be told, you might never meet another person quite like him.

you can’t help but poke fun, “are you saying that you usually pick up girls at the amusement park, yuuji?”

“me? nah,” then he murmurs, a tinge of guilt coating his words, “I was actually supposed to go on a blind date here.”

the remark leaves his lips in a single, rushed breath like it’s been bothering him the entire time. he’s quiet. his arms tighten around the stuffed animals in his grasp and he tilts his head in contemplation. he’s internally battling himself. why did he have to open his mouth? is he ruining this and digging his own grave? frown deepening, he vaguely wonders if he should’ve brought it up in the first place. perhaps you would think of him differently and then–

from this angle you get a glimpse of his throat bobbing before he quickly adds, “but I liked this better.”

what the blushy haired male isn’t expecting, though, is how your face breaks into astonishment, “wait. a blind date? I’m supposed to be on a blind date too!”

you couldn’t believe your luck.

“you’re (y/n)?”

willingly nodding at his inquiry, yuuji sputters in disbelief and shifts the prizes under one arm so he can put a hand on your shoulder, “this is crazy! like, crazy in a good way but still– crazy! who would’ve thought, right?”

long arms blindly reaching for you, he wraps you into a hug that has your face squished into the hard expanse of his chest. he’s laughing wildly– a genuine sound that brings an emotion that knocks the wind out of you because he’s truly thrilled that you are his blind date. your fingers grip the back of his hoodie, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his warmth.

“and here I was dreading the blind date that kugisaki and fushiguro set up for me,” he thoughtlessly mumbles in your hair while retelling his own version of how his friends forced encouraged him to go.

pulling away, albeit unhurriedly, the both of you exchanged phone numbers and promises of keeping in touch were whispered into the evening air.

“you can text me whenever you want,” yuuji tucks his phone back into his pocket while sheepishly grinning, “even if you don’t have a reason to.”

cheekily texting him a greeting, for the fun of it, you grin when his phone dings at the notification, “I will.”

puffs of warm air swirl and intermingle into one. his eyes twinkled in the streetlights’ rays of light. it was romantic– sickeningly so that you wondered if you were dreaming.

yuuji ended up lending you his hoodie, chuckling when the bright, oversized garment swaddled you. he even walked you back to your place and waited in the chill until he heard the door’s lock click into place. there’s a bounce in your step when you waltz into your bedroom.

with all the stuffed animals neatly lined up on your bed, you instantly snap a picture of you and yuuji’s winnings. your fingers swiftly dropped the photo in your friends’ group chat before sending it to yuuji. and your lips curl into a smile when his text bubbles immediately appear on the screen. memorabilia of your first– successful– blind date with someone that was too good to be true.

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

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sanjisprincesss · 1 year ago

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It’s a date

ੈ✩‧₊˚Content: what kind of dates the jjk men would take you on.Teeth rotting fluff. With visuals.Gender neutral. Pet names like “darling” “sweetheart” “pretty”

ੈ✩‧₊˚a/n: wrote this watching Hamilton.

ੈ✩‧₊˚Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami kento, Kamo Choso, Fushiguro Toji.

ੈ✩‧₊˚GOJO- Amusement park

ੈ✩‧₊˚He would take you to a Amusement park.

He would take you to an amusement park. He’s been planning this date since he met you. With that being said satrou wants to make the best first impression possible.

Satrou is down to win you anything stuffed animal prize from any game. By the time you too get home he will be carrying six small and big stuffed plushies with a prideful grin on his face.

Don’t get me started on the sweets. This man will be trying everything sweet pastry he can get his hands on. You too would be rating each treat together. It truly warms his heart to see you smile and giggle at his sweet tooth.

To end the night you too love birds, ride on the fairest wheel together and take in the colorful view of the park. Having a good flirtatious conversation. Overall he just wants you to have a fun time with him.

“What was your favorite part of tonight?”

Gojo grinned at your question as you too watched the firework show. Put his arm around your shoulders as you rest your head on his shoulder. “When you pushed your head against my shoulder when we were on that one roller coaster. You were soo scared!” You both chuckled at the memory you looked away from the show to look at his pretty face. “I was not.” You said pouting at his teasing words.

“My favorite part was the face that the game owner made when you won the bean bag toss on the first try.” You too give each other a knowing look before bursting into laughter “you should have seen it, he was so shocked!” You both stopped laughing and looked at each other “where do you wanna go next pretty?” You grabbed one of the plushies next to you on the bench you and him were sitting on “It’s getting late we should probably head back to the droms, yeah?”

He looks you in the eyes for a second before saying “As you wish sweetheart.” He smirked as you too got up to make your way back to his car. This was definitely a night to remember.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ GETO- Art museum

Suguru would take you to an Art Museum. I have a feeling this man loves a good conversation and wants not a better place to have a semi deep understanding conversation the an Art Museum🤷🏽‍♀️.

You too look at the pretty art and artifacts that catches your eye and try to find the meaning of each piece of artwork. Finding favorites and telling each other what they think of them.

I think he would see it as a way to get to know each other better and see something in a different perspective.

You too definitely create your own names for each art piece. Asking the art museum attendants questions about what certain pieces mean.

“What do you think this one means y/n?” You both looked at the detailed artwork on the wall. You take a minute to gather your thoughts before saying. “ I think it represents romanticism and loyalty. What do you think it means Geto?” There’s a comfortable silence between you too before Suguru turns to you. His caramel colored eyes looking in yours. “Looks like you read my mind, I was thinking the exact same thing.” He smiled softly at the coincidence. Walking to the next artifact. Side to side you both make eye contact with each other before you ask the question “ What should we name that one?” He brushed a strand of your hair out of your face before he said “ Should we name it fondness?” You shook your head yes before looking at the piece again. “Yeah, I love that.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NANAMI- FANCY DINNER

Nanami would definitely take you to a fancy restaurant. He’s keeping it classy with a reservation for a table of two and a glass of wine.

He’s all dressed up in his suit and tie mmm. A live band playing soft jazz in the background. A rose scented candle light on the table. Speaking of roses his man definitely brought you your favorite flowers.

Nanami is a gentleman, he’s the type to take your coat off when you get to the restaurant. Pull your chair out of the way for you to take a seat. Champagne and a beautiful view of the city. This man went all out for you.

I think kento would see the first date as a good way to get to know each other better and make a good impression. Like I said he’s classy for the first date.

“Do you like the view, darling?” Nanami says looking at you with a soft smile on his face. You turned your head away from the sight and looked at him “Yeah, it’s stunning.” “Not as stunning as you, y/n.” You smiled to yourself as you took in what he just said. It was such a romantic moment. The sound of the live band playing in the background was an added detail to the beautiful scenery before your eyes. Everything fits into place. From the smell of his expensive cologne, to the taste of the champagne in our glasses, to the scenery of the city In the distance. Everything in that exact moment felt right.

@luffysvalentine ||||

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #jjk

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greekceltic · 11 months ago

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Jacky has a haunted arm. It started as a roleplay thing that I didn't think I would make canon, but I probably will. The situations it creates are fun. Anyway, for our amusement she can use it to touch ghosts so she scared hers. (Art doesn't quite match the writing). You can read the roleplay clip under the read more or on toyhouse.

GreekCeltic-

Junior was where she left him. He glanced at her. Same face. Same bags under his eyes and blushless pallor. What did that bandit say?

When eyes meet, the soul has made love?

Yeah he was wrong.

Junior turned back around and she wondered how far she could walk before he was compelled to join her. She felt a little bad for not asking, but the feeling had no stay power. His wants and needs took a backseat to hers and she had found a way to make herself okay with that.

He could talk. It was within his power to ask her to put him in someone else’s care any time he wanted. After being left in the woods she could understand why he wouldn't want to be parked on Vlinder's hearth- in the same forest -but there were other people in their group who would travel. All basically good people.

Picking her was self sabotage.

Idiot.

She walked all the way in and shut the door behind her. The wind feathered a few rug ends but didn't bother with him.

Maybe he's like AI and can't defy me, she wondered. Like bullshit television. She had never made the leap that it could be worse. Jacky felt that she was babysitting and had exactly as much authority as a teenager over a nine year old. In the end, not very much at all. She kept waiting for his tantrum, wanting it because after all that had happened it would make sense, even be healthy, but it never came.

She stumbled back toward the fur mat she had grown to hate since she woke up and stared down at it, too tired to sleep. There was such a thing. Jacky swayed weakly near it and turned away.

She looked at him again and ground her bottom jaw.

Dummy should be begging to leave.

She hated the way he idled against the wall like a toy soldier waiting for something to do. That was the kind of thing that got ice put down your shorts at sleep overs. The idea of that made her spine prickle in a bad way, but it made her think. Jacky tilted back and lidded her eyes. She reached for one of the support pillars and rested her weight on it, two feet closer to him. I could do it. She moved her feet, taking care not to scuff them on the floor. She didn't have to worry about the boards creaking. If they didn't notice Vlinder they weren't going to notice her. There were no more pillars between them, but she thought she'd make it. She tried, and on the way thought about how many nights he'd spent right there in a different room. Waiting or staring, as engaged as a coat put away on a hanger. He didn't even breathe loudly because he didn't breathe anymore. DO something! The last few feet ended with her wobbling behind him, alarmingly silent, but not very steady. She reflexively tried to grab his shirt to pull it back with her good hand, but it went right through. Jacky didn't stop to wonder if he'd noticed that. She stuck her *cold* hand out like a senile old woman with a fork. It went up his shirt and flattened on the part where his back sank in. It worked when she slapped him. No reason to think it wouldn't work now. Themascura--

The target of her ire had no idea. None. He was peacefully existing in a corner, appreciating the window. It was nice to have a different view. He liked trees. Not enough to have been okay with just their company for a few millennia, but enough to be okay staring at them for a few days. It was pretty out there. There were squirrels. And birds! Not many of those in the city. The cats had mostly eaten them all- Jacky was about to learn a whole lot of things in quick succession. One, she could in fact scare the shit out of a ghost. Two, despite being dead ghosts did in fact have startle responses. Three, when she was touching a ghost with her ghost hand apparently walls became interactable- because he slapped the window/wall with his belly when he jumped and it made a sound. A beautiful hollow sound, like when you thumped a watermelon. He left a foggy mark on the window when he hopped back. He was still hopping when he turned around, trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt. His spine was still flickering when he got all the way turned- visible through his shirt and his front and almost as far as his shoulders. The look he gave her was universal. The sibling glance of- I WAS MINDING MY BUSINESS. Here you are, starting some shit. He stuck a hand straight out for her face, confident it would go through, but also confident it would mess with her already wonky balance and depth perception. Time for you to take a time out on the floor. You pushed your luck to far today anyway.

GreekCeltic-- His reaction was Christmas. She wasn't sure what to make of his spine. Jacky looked at her hand and wondered if it had cannibalized him somehow. A week ago she had dumped all the extra stuff into Christoph's leg. That had been a surprise. Christoph was alive, there was no way to know it wouldn't do the opposite and suck Junior up like a straw, like it had Virgil's magic. Oough, there was a mental image she did not enjoy. When she touched Christoph she went with a gut feeling that turned out to be right. Here too she decided to go with a gut feeling-- that it was fine. "Oh excuse me did I interrupt your vacant staring?" Jacky's hand was still up, she dropped it and raised her other one, rubbing her arm furiously like she was trying to warm it up. Cold fire appeared and walked toward her elbow. "Gonna do it again." She spread the fire to her good hand but she never got to try it. He threw his at her face- IN her face -and she spilled in stages. Mostly in slow, wobbly, backwards walking motions that ended up near the bed. She fell against the edge. She had been put to bed. OBNOXIOUS. Jacky leaned into her sprawled arm and chose to be happy he showed some life. She didn't think she could get up without crawling on all fours and that wouldn't be preferable. She was also tired. It was possible she had never been so tired in her life. She crawled over the edge and fell into the divot like a kitten into a laundry basket. She slept all of the night and most of the next day. The only time she got up was to wash. She made a point of it so history wouldn't have to repeat itself. Who knows how many rag baths she got during the week. One was too many. Two would have been life ending. Her hair was close to dry when she went back to sleep. She tried to make it longer, but felt harassed that she was not alone. Dreams had been hard to remember the first week, but they were piling up now. She didn't know if she was remembering things or adding fantasies to what she did. All she knew was she couldn't be her own witness. With each waking she was a little more confused and a little more convinced she shouldn't have gone back for the brooch. It could have waited. At the time the idea of leaving Junior out there to believe no one was coming was too much and it was too much now, but was it worth it? The elf was back when she got up, laying beside her with his arm folded behind his head. Him again. Jacky looked at him a minute, but decided she didn't really care. She didn't know why. It should have embarrassed her but it was like sleeping with a big white dog. She got the feeling he thought of her as a cat. She looked across the room and saw Herman on his back against the wall, also asleep. Some kind of spell had fallen over this house. She and Junior were exempt. She grabbed her poncho and went out the front door. The moonlit air was bright and icy. She wasn't wearing her shoes but she didn't expect to go far and wanted the snow to bite her feet a little. It felt good even when it stung. When she got to the gate she put her hand on it and flipped up the latch (too complicated for a dead guy, apparently), but never pushed it forward. It would have been easy, but the idea of the gate held fast. There was a bigger obstacle here than a physical one. I shouldn't, Jacky thought. More like I can't. She'd been thinking about this a lot and the conclusion she came to was damned if I do, damned if I don't.

#junior #jacky #greekrps

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rascal-shark · 1 month ago

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hot wild life SMP take: the series has turned into PVE instead of a PVP series. i kinda didn't like this season of Life SMP because of it? hear me out:

-the wild cards created a PVE dynamic instead of PVP. like everyone was constantly going to other groups to gather intel on the wildcard and it became really collaborative for what grian calls a PVP series. these folks are friends in real life and value that more than the rp aspect of forming factions, so they kept grouping together with their buddies! why have factions at all? theres also no incentive to kill others once the dark greens were gone: keep inventory is on, theres more than 1 enchanting table, and you didnt get time from kills like in LL. there was no reason to kill the other players, and a ton of reasons to put all your energy into surviving the wild cards (who cares about killing gem+joel when you have a 1-hit-kill snail chasing you?) you can really see that once the last dark green died, the server as a whole was just... confused about what to do, and it felt like the series was stretched out artificially.

-less mc-survival-oriented than usual. usually, groups band together to get resources, and a lot of memorable moments have come from resource skirmishes. (double life's raid for sugar cane on grian, the CONSTANT conflict in last life over the enchanting table, third life's desert walls, etc). resources cause a lot of pvp moments and also theft, which leads to faction conflict. however, constantly being given OP resources mean that its way more profitable to engage with the wild card than to aqcuire, hide, protect, and barter with your own resources. why bother with a sugar cane farm when the grumbots will give you tnt? -> your faction doesnt have a sugar cane farm -> no one has reason to raid your base -> no faction conflict or kills. (same issue as in secret life... the bases were, dare i say, set dressing?)

-resources and content: i say this with all the love in my heart, i think grian has little brother instincts and hates losing, so he's instated rules like "keepinventory" and "free weapons from item drops" because constantly mining or losing his stuff to item despawn annoys him. he has a very keen instincts for fun (probably more than he gets credit for), but i think in this instance, its also caused a lot of gameplay issues. it seems like 95% of the time in wild life, everyone was on the surface overworld socializing or engaging with the wild card. no one's mining or going nether after week 1 because they can get everything they need from the season's wildcard -> everyone is always on the surface of the overworld -> its hard to set traps because people are always home. also, with limited time per session, you really had to CHOOSE what resources you gathered. if youre a red and the series is wrapping up, you can't go to the nether for blaze rods AND start a wart farm AND get iron for minecarts AND get sand AND get---- ...So the CCs in previous seasons had to make interesting choices! If you had no one on your team, you couldn't collect many resources, so the factions served a purpose! You would use earlier setup episodes to build resource farms - if you didnt do the work of hiding them, youd lose it all. If you made too many enemies, theyd take it all away. You had to barter (or not barter), but to barter, you had to leave your base, leaving you open for attack. You could kill enemies to take their inventory! But now, ALL of this is gone because grumbot gives you everything, because you can't mine with a snail around, because you can't solo resource gather without missing out on the content that only really worked if you were in the open plains of the overworld. Secret life had this issue as well, but much less.

-limited character interaction: the wildcards really took people away from each other, which is probably the BIGGEST issue. for example, i really, really wanted to see a whole bamboozler amusement park! i wanted to see those goofballs invite people over for fun rides and concessions and the mascot in the earlier, lower tension episodes; then use it to kill folks once trust had been built and when stakes were higher. would they pull it off, or fall folly to their own traps? but every episode was so focused on the wildcards, they either couldn't, or didn't want to, keep building. (they stopped pushing the amusement park aspect after the snail episode). or gem and pearl! gem literally said she was amping up their rivalry because things were boring! and then gem said they'd have fun when they were both red (foreshadowing), but gem died to a wildcard first, and i believe they kept trying to have conversations but were interrupted because they had to run away from a wildcard gone wrong. aside from pearl, impulse never had individual bonding moments with the other 4 Gs because they never went on missions because there was nothing to steal and no resource-gathering missions to go on. only traps, which they didnt do too often (it seems like the server was holding back so the series would last longer?). no one could really do bits or form plotlines because their attention was on surviving the environment, not creating content with others.

-the "winner" issue: folks who have won before don't try to win anymore. that was a nice gesture back in the 3rd & 4th seasons, but now that theres 7 winners in a server of 18, almost HALF the server is trying to lose a death games. (also, cleo seems to play by this rule despite winning the april fools season? i wish she wouldnt because she doesnt get included in most of the winner fanart cause its considered a gimmick season, but i may be biased.) im really hoping they launch like a "season 2" and state that old winners can win again. 4Gs got boring really quickly because 3/4 of them had won and didnt care to win. scar seems lost since hes not trying to win, either.

idk, this got long. tbqh, this is more of a technical breakdown than me being mad (who the hell gets mad over a minecraft SMP lol i am a wholeass adult watching videos made by ppl ive never met). as long as CCs are happy, i dont really care, but i probably wont watch the next one in any POV unless it goes back to being a pvp series. cheers!

#wild life #wild life smp #life smp #life series

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bluestarjay · 7 months ago

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Plasma is so loser bf x princess bf, and like,, I think we know who's who, even though they're both definitely losers. I see a lot of polyninja, a lot of lava, and a lot of bruise, but not enough plasma!!! They're so underrated,, here's some early show plasma for the soul 😎

When they first met, they hated each other. Wu had Jay, Cole, and Zane just, like, attack him out of nowhere! Obviously, it was for the test,,, but all Kai had gotten out of it were 3 annoying rivals. And the blue one? His first thought when he asked about his sister was, "Is she hot?" He was annoyed. His job was to protect his sister, and yet she was in the hands of some damned skeletal villains. How had he failed so badly?

Even though he had insisted that he wouldn't become a ninja, that it was just to save Nya, he had found a home at the monastery. He knew it was necessary to stay and help defeat Lord Garmadon. He had his sister and 3 annoying friends. But that was more than he could say he had before.

The most annoying of them was definitely Jay. He never shut up, and he was kinda dumb, but at the same time, he was brilliant. They had shared stories of how Wu had found each of them, and Jay mentioned a failed flying machine. Apparently, he lived in a junkyard and had grown up building things, which was pretty cool. He knew they were similar in that aspect. He, too, grew up creating things, and he was well aware of the patience and skill required for it. Jay, of course, was a whole lot smarter than him, considering that Kai never went to school, and Jay had been homeschooled for the past 12 or so years by his parents, who also happened to be incredibly smart. But considering how much of a genius Jay was, to be able to invent things with a reasonable chance of success, as well as the other artful skills he had mentioned, he lacked common sense. And it pissed the hell out of Kai.

After many months of getting to know the other ninja and a few encounters with Lord Garmadon's son, Lloyd, he could definitely say the other ninja had grown on him. Zane tended to be a pushover and always took things too seriously; he always mother-henned them when they got injured. He was kind, though. Cole was kind of a slob. He wasn't really one to say anything, though, as he was too, but sometimes it was like Cole was another breed. He was way too strong for him, too, so training with him always sucked. Jay wasn't any less annoying, but he had gotten used to nervous ramblings and pessimistic panicking in the face of danger. Seriously, he was a ninja! How was he gonna help save Ninjago if he couldn't handle spiders? But he should probably give him more credit. He was a pretty sheltered kid, living in a trailer in the desert. He had started to cling to Kai when it got too cold, since he wasn't used to the cold weather. At first, Kai thought it was annoying because all he had to do was grab a jacket. But then Zane started to do the same, and it became common to have Jay and Zane sit on either side of him when they played video games so they could bask in the heat he radiated. Honestly, he preferred just having Jay next to him than Zane. Only because Zane was too cold, even for him!

At one point, he noticed that what had been a simple, fleeting crush on Nya had become love for Jay. Jay was in love with Nya. His sister! The thought of it made his stomach ache, and he knew that he wouldn't let Jay go out with his sister, no matter what. Hell, he'd rather let Nya go out with Pythor than Jay!! And it wasn't necessarily anything against Jay. He just didn't want one of his best friends to date his sister!

But they went out anyway. To Mega-Monster Amusement Park?? When they were on a mission there?? He hadn't even given permission!! And then Jay unlocked his true potential because of Nya!! He wanted to be happy for them, truly, but he couldn't find it in him. He didn't know why, but he felt nauseous seeing Jay's glowing form next to Nya, hearing her say, "I like you best when you're you!" Well, no shit! Anyone could've told him that! A voice deep inside his head tells him *he* should've helped Jay unlock his true potential.

Another several months go by, and they've since had to deal with getting Lloyd adjusted to his new life as a teenager and the green ninja. He had a huge role to take, and he felt bad. In those few months, he had come to think of Lloyd as a brother. He was stupid to think he had a chance at becoming the green ninja himself. It was always meant for Lloyd. He knew it made sense; his role, no matter what, would be to protect his younger siblings. He's noticed that as Nya takes on her passion for engineering or mechanics or whatever the hell it is, Jay had worked on his own stuff less. And then when Pixal had joined, maybe he just felt useless? They already had people to take care of fixing their mech and vehicles, and his lightning was useful, but not really for the day to day mechanical jobs Jay tended to help with. He knew this because he tended to watch Jay sometimes. Not because he was being creepy or liked him or anything, obviously! But Jay was the kind of guy who needed some help sometimes. He noticed that Jay was a lot more restless without having stuff to do, so he bounced his legs, which got annoying because it shook the table or his feet tapped the floor a bit too loudly. Sometimes, he'd start drumming on the thing closest to him, which, again, got annoying real quick.

One time, when it was just the two of them, Jay started bouncing his leg and looked really anxious, and kai thought that maybe it was because Nya was fixing something in the next room over, and the clacking of metal and whatnot could be heard. "You good, man?" Jay stopped almost immediately and turned to look at him. Kai had several thoughts about Jay's hair, how it was almost definitely curly, but being straightened every morning. At the time, it had been raining, so even though Jay's hair wasn't quite curly, it was frizzing up and didn't look very good. And to think he made fun of Kai for having damaged hair!! Jay forced a smile, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I be?" "I don't know, you've been shaking your knees like crazy, and you look half dead. Is it the rain messing with your powers? Or Nya?" Jay flushed and looked confused. "It's kind of the rain. Why- why would it be about Nya?" "Uhh well, she rejected you, didn't she?" Jay looked away from his eyes. "And she's taken over your role as the 'smart one' or whatever. She's out building and fixing things, and you feel like we don't need you anymore. But we do. Dude, you're so fucking smart and you don't even know! I didn't even go to school, you know? If you keep bottling everything up, you're just gonna end up hurting someone and probably yourself." Jay looked back at Kai, tears building up. Knowing him, he'd probably just start getting super defensive. "Dude, you just took that whole conversation from 0-100 right there, like, you aren't wrong, but where the hell did you get all that from?? And me and Nya, we just decided we were better off as friends, it's fine. I genuinely don't care all that much, Nya's really cool, and I'm fine just being friends with her! But she's been hiding out with Pixal, and every time I ask if she's got anything she needs help with, or if she's got something for me to do, she insists that they've got it! And I would totally just work on my own thing, but I can't because they're always in there, and it's awkward! Because what I've been doing my whole life, Nya has picked up in the past few months! And now they don't need me, and I feel useless!" As tears silently streamed down Jay's face, Kai wrapped his arm around Jay and pulled him towards his chest. Usually, he wouldn't do this for someone unless it was Nya or Lloyd, but he loved Jay.

He *loved* Jay.

Holy shit was he in love with Jay???

Ughhh, this was so bad!!

He's in love with the boy who was in love with his sister!

They might’ve been just friends, but that was still weird, wasn't it? He'd definitely have to talk to someone about it,,, He looked down at Jay, who was still tucked into his chest, and oh wow, even though his hair was straightened every single morning, it was really soft! Jay had by now stopped crying and let out a long breath. He looked at Kai and smiled. Had Jay always had a scar on his lip? He wondered how he got it. And were those lichtenberg scars on his shoulders; and beginning to creep up his neck? And his eyes, they were entirely brown, but his left eye was partially a deep, dark brown compared to the lighter chocolate color of the rest.

"Kai?" Uhh yeah?" "Thank you."

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what-have-i-unleashed · 2 months ago

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[for silly anon :3]

right after school, dust drags killer to the bike parking lot as quick as possible, without even waving goodbye to horror who is still packing his bag.

"owie, owie, dust-chan!!" killer whines as dust grips his arm and drags him through the campus. "be gentle! i'm delicate!"

"shut up, killer," dust grumbles. "the only thing delicate about you is your ego."

when they arrive at the meeting place, epic is already there, playing on his nintendo ds. upon seeing them, he waves.

"oh hey there!" he says. "i didn't expect you to bring a friend. if i knew, i would have had delta with me also."

"dust-chan couldn't resist coming with me, that's all," killer says cheekily, which earns him a stomp of his shoe, to which he doesn't react, much to dust's annoyance.

"is that so..." epic hums.

"yep! so what do you want to talk to me about, epic-senpai?"

"well," epic puts his ds away, "a little bruh told me that you probably know where my good pal color is. i think i'd have much better chance to ask you about him than others before me."

"what made you think that?" killer tilts his head, amused despite himself.

"well, for once, i know people like you, killer-kun. you don't speak unless it's with violence, so i'm challenging you..." epic winks at killer, "... for color-chan's hand."

without even thinking, killer charges at epic, his penknife slipping from under his sleeve into his hand as he swishes it open and takes a stab at epic. what he doesn't expect is dust throwing his schoolbag in the way, as killer's knife punctures into the bag instead of epic's face. slowly, he turns to his friend, his face losing his signature grin.

"... dust-chan, what do you think you're doing?" he asks with an eerie calmness that would spook anyone, but not his friend.

"i should ask you that instead," dust hisses back. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"eliminating a love rival, what else?"

"you're not doing that to him, with me around here."

"feel free to jump in then. i'll stab you too."

"wow," epic whistles, pulling out his weapon, his trusted rubber chicken. "you're serious about color, aren't you? guess i have to get serious too."

meanwhile...

horror walks home alone today, but he feels more relieved than anything. without the other two constantly moaning about their problems, his walk is serenely quiet. he gets to the bustling commercial area for his job again. browsing his phone, he checks to make sure he's at the right place.

it's hard to be a gang leader, that's what horror concludes. especially a shadow leader where no one knows who you are.

it's not that horror intended to create a gang - he thought it would be just an inconsequential online group of people back when he was in middle school, but "the unlucky" has quickly grown to be a sizeable opponent gang to queenie's reign of terror. the infamous group chat that started the unlucky has been wiped, and horror kinda misses it - it's where he met killer and dust after all.

but now, back to his job, he has a tip that some of queenie's gang has terrorized an arcade in the local area, encroaching upon his own gang's territory, and that can't be excused of course.

he would prefer if killer has joined him for this job, but whatever. he can deal with these third-grade hooligans on his own.

entering the arcade, the first thing horror notices, with much mortification, is that delta-senpai is also here, and it seems that he has beaten up a large swathe of gang members already. unfortunately, he seems to be in some kind of a pickle, seeing that he is currently tied up in a chair with a lot of others circling around him, ready to descend like a pack of hyenas.

seeing that, horror calls out, "hey, what do we have here?"

one of the gang members turn to him, suspicious. "who the fuck are you?"

"i'm the new recruit?" horror says, nonchalant. "sorry i'm late."

"new recruit?" they look up and down at his uniform. "you're from the same school as that little shit?"

"yup, st. omega," horror shrugs. "boss wants to expand, i guess."

the guy stares at him for a moment before nodding and letting him inside the circle. they're too easy, horror thinks, as he carefully observes each one in the circle. there are around eight people.

"new recruit?" one asks.

"yeah, seems like it," the one leading him says.

horror comes close to delta to take a closer look. he doesn't look very good, all bruised and bloody. upon seeing horror, delta narrows his eyes.

"oh you," he hisses. "i remember you. you're with killer," he spats. "i'm not surprised that you're into things like this."

"you know him?" one asks horror.

"enemy of my friend," horror replies, which is not a lie per se. "let's say we're... badly-acquainted, heh."

"how lucky of you then," laughter ensues around the circle. "you must be itching to hurt him then."

"yeah," horror says, lightly tapping delta on the cheek. "can one of you come help me tighten the ropes? i have to take my tools out of my bag first."

"sure thing."

one gang member comes closer to him and delta and proceeds to lean down. horror swings his bag at their face, sending them skidding on the floor and lying unconscious. the others gape, as horror grins manically.

"who wants another beat-down?"

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obae-me · 1 year ago

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Upside Down- CH 11

Author's Notes: I hate that it took me so long for an update, but here it is! I'm ready for more magical shenanigans coming up ahead! But this one is a little more filler for now after all the action.

Warnings: Allusions to eating disorders/unhealthy eating habits. As Always, Read Safely.

Word Count: 6060

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To Be A Demon

This was…torture. You knew the prince of the demons could be cruel, but you didn’t think he’d be this cruel. Simeon was bold with it too, taking you out into the open, making a mockery of you for all to see. An example. Proof of the fate that lies at the end of disobedience. To make matters worse, he dragged the humans into this too. They were probably nothing but toys to him. This was your fault…all your fault. If you had only done better…this wouldn’t be happening.

A hand gripped your shoulder, trailing up your neck till the fingers curved around your chin and forced your face towards his. Simeon’s smile seemed to beam brightly as he took you in. You knew from the start that there had been something dark behind the softness in his face. He was the ruler of demons, master of mind games. This was only the beginning of the punishment, wasn't it? It could only get worse from here… The prince spoke up gleefully, a certain undercurrent in his tone you couldn’t place. “There we are. Isn’t that much better? How about another?”

At this point, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. “Please…no more…” How had he gotten you here to the point where you felt you needed to beg? How humiliating…

The prince looked at you, a light shining behind the vibrant colors of his eyes. He tutted a little, as if you should’ve known better than to ask. Simeon squeezed your face in one of his hands before placing another small bite of a sandwich into your mouth. “Now, now. This is what happens when you spend centuries subsisting off of hardly anything but magic.” He shook his head at you, dusting the crumbs off his hands. “You’re acting like I’m killing you, but this is for your own good.”

The leaves above the picnic rustled gently as a short breeze blew by. Although anything that fell from the branches above seemed to be pushed away from your area, as if not even a leaf could disturb the Prince and his plans. This was far from what you had expected though. A picnic, in a public park, under the shade of a large maple tree. You might not have known too many things about this more human tradition, but you knew that this all was a bit…extra. Extra soft. Extra large. The blanket under your bodies was a pale mint color. It seemed to be created to seat over a dozen people, and yet there were only six gathered here. You, Simeon, Luke, Mammon, Levi, and…

A chuckle raised out of his throat. “Demons are always so entertaining.” The disguised angel picked up a snack from the veritable army of plates before you all, his eyes glancing over you, amused. Solomon. You hadn’t expected to see him here. In fact, you hadn’t heard from him at all since you’d been forcibly chucked in the Morningstar’s direction. Of course he shows up now at one of your lowest points.

The lips of your mouth twitched in irritation. “If you think this is so amusing, maybe you should-”

Your words were cut off as the Prince raised his hand. Even without saying anything, his power was commanding. The mark he had left around your wrist seemed to hum. Everything in your vicinity seemed to silence itself, including the birds in the trees and even the clinking of silverware. Simeon sighed a little, his smile faltering as he allowed himself to look exhausted. It only lasted for a moment, a gentle smile returning to his face, although there was a tone to his voice that implied it would be best not to make him upset. “Let us keep teasing and hostilities to a minimum, shall we? This was meant to be a memorable occasion.” A flickering hue of disappointment settled in the spiral of his irises. Although, he did his best to hide that detail. You weren’t sure if he was naive spoiled royalty, or if he simply had one of those carefully-planned personalities. If you thought hard enough, you could imagine how Simeon had wanted this to go. You and the humans would show up on time, each of them shaking hands with the Prince of demons and the envoy of angels. You’d all sit together, eat the endless amount of meals Luke had prepared for you, and a historical moment would forever be etched in the history of the realms. A meeting where humans, demons, and angels sat and broke bread- quite literally in one regard- and got along. Even if you had gone a bit rogue and created another pact, this would salvage that. Simeon would set things right.

But that’s not quite how it happened…

First off, you had arrived late. Dreadfully late. The meeting had intended to take place earlier this morning, and yet it was well after noon now. Although, you would like to claim it wasn’t entirely your fault. Unfortunately, the night had not been kind to you after your mighty virtual battle with Lifia. Returning home, attempting to sleep to regain your energy, you had closed your eyes…and then hardly opened them again. The demands had been too much for your body, sending you into a downward spiral into an early grave, half-dead… Certainly your human disguise had been broken in your weak state. It’s a miracle you weren’t caught. The fine details were blurry seeing as how you were hanging onto life by a thin frayed thread. However, you recall Mammon freaking out, grabbing Levi, Levi freaking out, and then being wrapped in a blanket and snuck through the house before being dragged by the ankles into one of Mammon’s cars. Absconded away by the humans you’d formed a… obligatory attachment to. Then you woke up here, curled up far too close to the prince, Devildom food and potions shoved down your throat to save you. Now you were embarrassed and irritable, the humans were anxious and uncomfortable, Solomon was amused and intentionally stirring the pot, and Simeon was doing his best to keep his dreams, his plans, and his sanity intact. The only one that seemed to be fine was Luke, which was surprising. Every time you had met him before he’d been a little growly sort of thing. Now he seemed…happy… Excited even. Fluttering between people giving them his sweets before pulling impossible amounts of confectionaries out of a single picnic basket in the middle of the placement.

“Hey,” a quiet voice rang beside you, trying to whisper even though it was clear everyone could still hear. Mammon shuffled a bit closer to you, although he still remained on his side of the blanket. You couldn’t help but notice you all were still so separated despite gathering together. Solomon on his side alone, you and Simeon on another edge, and Levi and Mammon on their own. The divide was all too obvious. “Feelin’ better?”

Suddenly, you were the center of attention again, all eyes looking in your direction. You turned your head, your hands settled firmly in your lap. “I’m fine.” Your chin raised a bit, and while you may not have been so connected to pride before, you had the urge to hide your weaknesses, especially in front of the Prince…and in front of your- the humans.

“Well, you might be fine now, but you certainly looked worse for wear when you arrived,” Solomon pointed out, another cheeky grin returning to his face before Simeon shot him a subtle look. The angel shook his head slightly. “You put far too much strain on your soul.”

After having said nothing this entire meeting, Levi finally spoke up. His head was a little lowered, clear guilt in his eyes. Anxious thumbs tore at the loose threads on his hoodie strings. He figured this was his fault, that the blame lay on him, for why wouldn’t it? At least, that’s what you imagined he was thinking. “I’m sorry. Maybe making the pact was too much. M-Maybe we should break it or something…”

One of Simeon’s eyebrows raised at the mention of the pact. His eyes narrowed at the human, but for the first time the prince seemed…relieved. Then he shook his head. “No, that’s not it. In fact, the connection should’ve reinvigorated MC.” His hand reached over and settled around the back of your neck. “This happened because they didn’t replenish their energy between magic uses.” His head turned towards you. “You overdid it. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t neglect yourself.”

“I didn’t-” you started to hiss, but the curve of his fingers on your body tightened. No speaking back.

Across the way, Mammon tilted his head a bit, confused. “But, they told us they wouldn’t die if they didn’t eat. Was…” His face fell, trying to cover up the stress with a scowl. “Was that another lie?”

The touch of the prince dropped right before Simeon clapped his hands. Luke sprung to attention, moving around to give everyone another helping of…everything. Simeon straightened his back but dropped his shoulders. “Here is your opportunity to learn more about demons. Listen up. If you two are going to be Masters, you have to know these things.” The prince began to explain things, gesturing to you here and there like you were a display model. “A demon’s body is much stronger than a human’s. Same for angels. Not sleeping and not eating might not kill us but it still affects us. For example, humans feel vastly different when you only get three hours of sleep versus a whole night of sleep, yes? Sure, you might not feel great after only a few hours of sleep, but it won’t kill you. Similar concept for demons and angels. So, when you deprive yourself of rest and nourishment, it makes you weak.” The last line was heavily stressed as the prince’s gaze turned back towards you. The warmth of shame spread through your body. “Not to mention, you’ve been denying your temptations, haven’t you?” Two fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to look right in Simeon’s face. In the corner of your eyes, you could see the humans behaving strangely. Mammon was gripping his plate while Levi was clenching his teeth. “We cannot deny who we are, MC. We are demons, and as such, we thrive off of our temptations, off the corruption of the world. We can control ourselves, yes, but you have gone far past that. Temperance is a virtue. One that’s poisoning you.”

You wished you could smack Simeon’s hand away, to leap towards him and throttle him. However, not only was that treason, but…deep in the back of your mind, you knew it was true. ‘We cannot deny who we are.’ Yet, a very long time ago, you had come to the decision to isolate yourself, to defy everything a demon was meant to be. No souls, no sins, no selfishness, no slaughtering, no seduction, no superfluity. Nothing. All because of them. All because…maybe you didn’t want to be… a…

“Demon biology aside,” the angel spoke up again. “There might actually be another reason why our friend was so drained.”

The strange tension between you and the prince fell flat as the other demon lowered his arm and turned towards the white-haired being. “You know something.” It was said as a statement, not a question. A confirmation of something he already knew. Solomon was hiding details.

“I do, actually. That's why I suggested I come today.” For a moment, Solomon shifted in his spot, holding off on telling everyone right away. Perhaps he was slightly remorseful, or, the likelier option, he enjoyed building up the drama and suspense while relishing in the fact that he was the more knowledgeable one in this situation. “I had my suspicions before, but I’m nearly certain now.” Solomon’s glowing smile shrank ever so slightly. “The Morningstar house is being protected.”

Two car doors shut in unison as the humans shuffled out of the car. You sat in the passenger seat, staring at nothing in particular, glancing through the tinted windows to observe Mammon and Levi attempt to push through the small crowd of people congregating in front of their home, making their way to the gate. It seems that the ‘incident’ from earlier had stirred up more people desperate for answers. For attention. Seems that streets being torn up wasn’t quite common in this world. Might as well have been a daily tradition in the Devildom. Curiosity always dragged humans into trouble.

On one hand, staying in here kept you from being observed. On the other hand… Simeon stopped the car for a moment, and despite your hidden admiration for him possessing the talent to control one of these things, you didn’t necessarily feel like sitting next to him alone. To make matters worse, his words didn’t seem to be as cheerful as they had seemed during the picnic. “I trust your performance will improve from now on?”

“Yes…” Your voice was quiet, monotone, attempting to not allow the prince any hint into what you were feeling.

Simeon’s fingers drummed on the steering-wheel. “‘Yes’ what? Repeat your new orders, please.”

You unbuckled the clasp at your hip, allowing the seatbelt to whirl off of you, hitting the door before it slipped up into its proper place. A very mild insight into your frustration. “I will refrain from coming up with plans myself and notify you of anything suspicious.” Perhaps you had gotten ahead of yourself. Coming up with ideas that didn’t make any sense, leaping headfirst into situations without fully planning for the aftermath. Being bold, standing out, making pacts. Thinking that you were some main character in a novel about hope and rebirth or some such nonsense. That’s not what you were here for. It’s not who you were. You were Isolation. Invisible. Someone to fly under the radar. Someone who had failed their duties centuries ago. So why you? Why choose a demon who seemed the least qualified for this job? Sure, Simeon and Solomon seemed convinced you wouldn’t give into temptation, but now you were being berated for not following your instincts? Which was it? Mixed messages all around. Either these two were unaware of their contradictions…or maybe there was something they both weren’t telling you. What did they really want from you?...

��And?”

Your hand held onto the doorhandle, waiting till this debriefing, this scolding was over with. “I will keep myself in peak condition.”

Simeon leaned a little back into the seat. “Good. That means proper rest, proper meals, proper care.” Seven hells, he sounded like such a guardian in a strange way. “You are the representative of demons. Even if this plan is only known to a select few, you represent me. I will not have you making us look like fools.” His tone was rough, almost abrasive, each word scraping through your ears and down into your soul. Before you realized you were doing it, you were glancing out of the window, watching Mammon and Levi lingering awkwardly behind the gate, waiting for you to join them. They both glanced worriedly at the car, their lips moving as they discussed things you couldn't hear. Probably about you. Then the mood in the vehicle changed. The air of disappointment and shame twisted unexpectedly. “They’ve changed you.” As you turned your head to focus on Simeon, you found that his face was far too close to yours. He glanced you up and down, taking you in, as if he was seeing you for the first time all over again. “Have the Morningstars really reformed a demon?” No longer was there sternness in his face, but a pleased sort of softness, almost a glow about him.

The sudden change in his personality threw you off, causing you to stutter a bit before you spoke. “Of course not,” you rebutted quickly. “I did what I needed to to follow your orders, that’s all. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on making pacts with any more of these infuriating insignificant humans. The sooner I’m done with them, the better.” Without excusing yourself, you opened the door and exited the metal carriage. You could’ve sworn you heard a soft laughter inside before the prince drove off. That demon… Was he upset or pleased with you? You weren’t sure you liked either of those options. All you knew is that he seemed to leave you with more questions than answers.

Cutting through the crowd, you lowered your head, making your way to the gate as fast as possible. Questions were thrown into your face like stones, microphones threatening to jab out an eye. Like always, you felt the presence of lesser demons around you, hiding amongst the common-folk. They knew you were here now. You knew it wouldn’t take much longer before the word got out. Information amongst demons spread like a disease. While the prince was doing his best to keep the program itself a secret, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole of the Devildom now knew you were with the Morningstars. Perhaps that was why Simeon was being so strict. With every day that passed, the target on your back grew bigger. And with every pact, the more bloodthirsty the others became. Not only the demons…but if Solomon was correct, your own kind was perhaps the least of your worries.

Mammon opened the gate and held the fence out for you to pass through, making sure it was shut and locked tightly behind you all. Subtle growls and hisses from the lesser demons in the crowd flooded your ears. Jealousy, rage, frustration hovered in the air as they watched you freely pass by the barrier they could not.

“It’s like a jar,” Solomon had said. “A magical barrier to keep demonic entities and energies out. And for you, it’s as if a curious child shoved you inside and forgot to poke holes in the lid to let you breathe.” The analogy had made you scoff, knowing that Solomon himself was similar to that curious child, giving you this amulet to pass the barrier and not telling you that being in the house would drain you of every ounce of vitality. When asked how he knew this, he gave you infuriatingly vague answers, saying it was all mostly ‘just a hunch’. No. He knew about this from the start.

“Did he chew ya out?” Mammon’s words cut through your thoughts. You raised an eyebrow curiously, not knowing what he was talking about. “Did ya get yelled at,” he translated.

“Clearly,” you muttered, leaving the two humans behind as you quickly approached the doors to the home. Now that it was brought to your attention, Solomon was right. The air around you felt…dry, in a way. Strained. You’d no longer be able to get your energy back by just breathing in the magic.

“But I found a curse inside the house. One of the demons cut off the power.” That was part of the reason why you had gotten yourself caught up in the mess in the first place.

“Imagine if that jar was underwater. The barrier is cracking. Leaking. As of right now, little spells can drip through here and there. But with enough pressure…” Solomon had nodded his head, his finger curled around his chin as he imagined the possibilities. With a rather devilish smirk for an angel, he hummed. “How long before it implodes?”

Just as you reached out for the door handle, the entrance to the home swung inwards, causing you to stumble forward awkwardly. As if your day couldn’t get embarrassing enough… Hands gripped your shoulders, catching you and setting you straight. You almost felt your feet leave the floor. Impossible… Stepping back, you pulled yourself from the grasp, pleading with yourself and the universe to let it not be Lucifer.

Luckily for you, the fates had some pity. “My bad. I’m not used to anyone coming home this time of day.” Gluttony took a step back to let you come inside, glancing over your shoulder to see his brothers. He looked a bit taken aback, his eyes scanning over you and Levi and Mammon before flickering exclusively between his siblings. “You all went out? Did something happen?”

“Why’s somethin’ always gotta happen?” Mammon sighed, almost as if he was insulted. He flashed a smirk as he briskly tugged at Levi’s hoodie strings, the hood over his head tightening shut across his face. The older brother quickly bounded forward as Levi cursed angrily, pulling the fabric back open and straightening it. “We just went out ‘cuz we felt like it!”

A lie, but if anything, it seemed like Mammon was getting better at it. Beel’s face was rather hard to read. Was he confused? Skeptical? Both? As his eyebrows crunched a little, you were ready for him to say something negative or snarky like all these other humans you met did. “I'm glad to see you two getting along better,” he stated. Kinda threw you for a loop if you were being honest.

“I wouldn’t call it getting along…” Levi grumbled.

Mammon made a loud dismissive scoff before settling a hand on his hip. “What about you? Where ya going, Beel? I thought practice was tomorrow? And it’s too early for gym, isn’t it?”

The other human’s expression fell, and a strange sensation settled in you immediately. It was almost as if… you wanted to lunge, but not in an aggressive way. Wonder what that was… Beel looked down at the floor. “I’m going shopping.” Not something you would imagine many humans had such a negative response to.

However, Levi seemed more understanding. “Raid the kitchen again?” Beel nodded. “Lucifer find out?” Another nod. “Now he’s making you go out and replenish everything?” Three for three. Levi giggled to himself as he won the mystery game he set up for himself. After the humor died down a little, Levi moved to walk past his brothers, probably intending to head back to his room.

Before he could, Mammon grabbed the back of Levi’s clothes, yoinking him back so hard you heard Envy choke a bit. “Why don’t we go with ya?” No…you knew where this was heading. Making the same moves as the blue-haired introvert, you took a few steps into the shadows. A hand snaked around your wrist, gripping tightly. The firm hold of a traitor, a turncoat hell-bent on dragging you down into the fires with him. The look in Levi’s eyes screamed, ‘if I have to go, so do you’.

“Really? But you just got back home.” Beel hardly blinked at the sight of the three of you linked together, struggling against each other’s grasp. Either he was too caught up in his own mind to pay attention, or he was used to this type of shenanery.

“We don’t have anything planned today! Besides, how long has it been since we’ve hung out with our adorable little brother? Right Levi?” With one firm tug, Mammon pulled the third-oldest to his side, forcing Levi to let you go. A whisper was shared between the two of them, the white-haired human muttering through shut teeth. “A nice selfless gesture like this might get dear old bro off our asses…” Yes, because doing something with an ulterior motive counts as selfless… What sort of humans did you make a pact with again?

Frustratedly, Levi smacked Greed’s hand off of him, but his shoulders slumped. “I guess…it has been a while. And I suppose someone has to make sure you both don’t buy more than you need to…”

Your first pact-mate let out a loud whooping noise followed by a prolonged cheer. “Yay, shopping spree! That’s what I like to hear!” Beel watched his older brother with a smile on his face, glad to see Mammon excited and probably pleased to have company. Too pure for his own good, this one.

A little more color drained from Levi’s face. “Aren’t we just going for groceries?...”

Before Mammon could respond to that, a loud clattering noise was made in the house, several rapid thuds of running footsteps followed after that. A body rushed over to the top of the stairs, almost sliding as they screeched to a halt. They leaned over the upper banister, pushing their hair out of their face as they kept themselves from unsightly panting. “Did someone say shopping spree?” You blinked as Asmo sprung down the stairs.

Were you really going to get dragged outside like this? With two extra Morningstars thrown into the mix? You felt faint again…

Good news. Turns out you didn’t have to tag-along with four obnoxious humans. Bad news: you weren’t tagging along with four obnoxious humans. They were gone. All of them. Even Levi, who apparently was more eager to commence with the shopping trip than he let on. As soon as the car toting you all along had parked, it seemed as if they all were swept along by different whirlwinds. Even your two pact-mates got caught up in the feeling of freedom apparently. No house arrest, no crazy digital world, it appeared as if they needed a little break. Honestly, you didn’t feel like stopping them. However, needing to guarantee them all safety while they were separated like this was… stressful to say the least.

So, you found yourself wandering, attempting to find them to make sure they were hale and whole. You decided on checking the largest store in this strange strip of buildings. The double doors slid open for you without you touching, causing you to jump backwards, making a passerby turn their head in a perplexed manner. You sheepishly shook your head a bit as the human moved forward. How were you supposed to know humans enchanted their doors? As you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to the polite panels as they shut themselves behind you, you looked up a bit in awe at the store. It was huge. Tall ceilings that towered above your head, huge spinning blades circulating the air across the entire expanse. Aisle upon aisle of shelves. Humans definitely had advanced past simple stalls in humble marketplaces. Bigger, grander, better. More, more, more. This place screamed gluttony. Hopefully Beel was in here then. Although, even if he was, pinpointing him would be the harder part.

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing in a random aisle, wandering aimlessly. Human packaging was so interesting. All trying so hard to stand out amongst rows of other goods just like it. You were expected to eat like a human now too… “We’ll bring Devildom food once a week to really keep you healthy, but until those points, make sure you’re eating plenty of human food,” Simeon had told you. And after that whole spiel you had given, telling Levi and Mammon how it was essentially worthless to…consume. Means you’d have to eat a lot more than you ever had before. Sounded like a lot of effort… You reached out and picked up a bag of chips off the shelf. It was the same brand of the kind Mammon had given you while you waited for the bus. The ones you denied. Maybe you should…attempt to try them.

“Oh, you’re here too.”

It took you a moment to realize that the voice was addressed to you. You raised your head as the figure approached. “There you are,” you sighed a little in relief. At least one thing needed to go your way today. Beel looked entirely unharmed and unbothered, pushing a large cart already overburdened with items, an open bag of some sort of snack settled in a little compartment in front of him. He was snacking on it occasionally, looking around for other goods he might want to add to the collection.

“I like that brand,” Beel suddenly announced, nodding towards the bag in your hands. “You can put it in the cart if you want so you don’t have to carry it everywhere.” He turned his head to the side, grabbing another large sack of chips and gently placing it on top of everything else. Without thinking much of it, you did as he suggested. “The others leave you?”

“Huh?”

“My bothers,” Beel clarified. “You look kinda sad that you’ve been left behind.”

Air seemed to catch in your throat, your mind blanking entirely for a second. Was he being intentionally so blunt? “I’m not sad. They can do whatever they want, it’s not like I know them very well.”

This human didn’t combat you, didn’t correct you. He simply nodded. “Yeah, you still haven’t been with us very long, have you? I think this is only the second time I’ve seen you. But it seems like you’ve been with Mammon and Levi a bit, right? They seemed happy to be around you.” A soft smile curled around the human’s lips. “I haven’t seen either of them look like that in a while. I’m really glad they both found a friend.”

Deny it! Say something! Something inside you was screaming at you to refute these claims, but…for the life of you, you couldn’t do it. This human…was so genuine with you. And the smile…seemed so much like Mammon’s too. Like theirs. Pure. It was uncanny how similar it was. “I guess,” was what you finally came up with.

The Morningstar seemed to sense your discomfort, so, attempting to mitigate some of the awkwardness, he pushed the cart past you. “Is there anything you need to get while we’re here?”

You waited for a second before following after him, hands shoved in the pockets of the human clothing you were wearing. “I’m not sure.” Sure, Simeon gave you some funds, enough to support your “life” here, but you had never intended to use any of it. What did humans eat? What did you want? What did you even like anymore?... Could you remember the taste of your favorite food? Did you even have favorites anymore? Those had all been burned away from you. Time had chipped away at your personality until there was little left. You glanced down at the single bag of snacks you’d put in the cart. Beel said he liked them. Tilting your head up a bit, you stared at him for a moment. “What do you like?”

The question left him frozen for a second, and you wondered if you had broken him. Then, a sort of sparkle shimmered behind his eyes. He began to take you through nearly every aisle, picking out all his favorite snacks, foods, ingredients for meals, desserts, etc. It was enough to make your head spin, but he seemed ecstatic about it. A few things you placed in the cart, a few other things he seemed to snag for you. You both eventually stopped in the baked goods section, Beel staring at the sprinkles and bags of marshmallows fondly, recalling a memory perhaps. “We would make all sorts of things in the kitchen.” Based on his tone, you figured they didn’t make meals as much as they used to. The human seemed to cling to those memories, refusing to let them go.

You were about to pry your nose a little deeper into the past, but another human walked between the shelves, heading up behind you both. The stranger pointed his hand at the baker's chocolate that you were blocking off. “Pardon me. If I could just grab that behind you two there.” He smiled politely, but you were very aware of his green eyes remaining trained onto you. You took a few steps back and decided to not pursue the subject. You had gotten enough groceries, and you assumed Beel had gathered more than enough to sustain seven humans for a decent while. The two of you walked away, the human leading you to where you were meant to exchange the funds for the merchandise.

After too much fumbling and confusion, you purchased your portion. Beel coated both of his arms with bags upon bags of food, looking mostly unphased. For a human, he seemed to have impressive strength. Not saying much, you followed him back outside to the car, helping him load the vehicle with your haul. After that…you stood next to him awkwardly. What were you meant to do in this situation? Without Mammon… The car’s lights flashed as the sound of the internal lock clicked open. “You can stay here. I’ll go find my brothers.” With a little flick of his wrist, he tossed a set of keys at you. “You can turn the AC on if you want. That way the ice cream doesn’t melt.”

You turned the keys around in your hands. From what you knew from Mammon, this was a major sign of trust. “You really trust me with this? You don’t really know me at all.”

Beel shrugged a little. “Mammon and Levi seem to trust you. That’s good enough for me. I’ll be back.” Before he turned to leave, he came back, opening the passenger side door for you with a small smile on his face. He waited for you to sit inside before shutting the door for you, walking off towards the other stores. You sat back in the seat lazily, sliding down a little and sighing. Guess out of all the humans you could’ve met, he wasn’t the worst. Too trusting though. That would be an issue. Your temple rested against the glass window of the car. What a strange day.

A flash of light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Of course, you’d learned by now that the human world was filled with shiny things, so you didn’t expect much. Perhaps it was the eyes-- headlights of one of the various cars in the parking lot. As you turned your gaze, another glare nearly blinded your vision. Blinking away the spots, you managed to see a long cylinder slip back behind the deeply tinted windows of a car parked partially behind the strip of buildings. The window rolled up before the car moved away. A chilling sensation slinked up your spine. What was…

A hand smacked against the window, causing you to jump. Mammon looked all too pleased with himself for catching you off your game. He held up a few bags in his hands, proud of what he had done. “Hey!” He tugged at the doorhandle and opened the door, a little bit of color flooding his cheeks while you still stared in the direction the car drove off. “So, I figured since you saved Levi and I and all and haven’t been feeling the greatest and all, I might’ve– well, let’s just say I accidentally bought two of the same thing and instead of bothering with a refund, I decided to–” His words caught in his throat, choking on air as you grabbed the front of his shirt and fully pulled him into the car. The passenger side of the car was not well made to fit two people, both of you spilling out of the front seat. Cursing a bit, Mammon flopped into the back. “What?! What is wrong with you?”

“Tell me, what human thing is cylindrical and flashes? It’s about this big.” You gestured the size with the curve of your hand. “What is it? What’s it meant for? Is it dangerous?”

“Huh?” Mammon rubbed the back of his head as he caught his bearings. “Like a camera or somethin’? It takes pictures and stuff. Is that it?”

“Takes pictures?...” So… someone was taking pictures of you? Was that it? Why… who?...

Mammon noticed the look on your face and cleared his throat a bit. “Listen, not to toot my own horn or nothin’ but I am a model. Paparazzi follows me around sometimes I guess. It might not be anything too dangerous.” His voice sounded hopeful. “Unless you think otherwise…”

“I don’t know… It was weird… I think they left. Maybe it was nothing.” You rubbed your forehead, letting the stress pass for now. You hadn’t sensed any magic anyway. You tried to look at him in your peripherals. “Don’t leave me alone like that again, got it? It’s not safe for you.” But maybe Simeon and Solomon were right. Nowhere was safe for you either.

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sussyjake · 1 year ago

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Summary - Amidst the vibrant colors of fall, yn and Jake's accidental collision while walking their dogs initiates a charming tale.

Pairing : jake x female!reader

Warnings : none!

Genre : fluffy fluff fluff

word count : 500 (I think)

Disclaimer : this is my first time writing so it may not be the best!

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Y/N pulled her scarf a bit tighter around her neck as she walked through the park on a brisk fall afternoon, her loyal corgi, Peanut, trotting happily alongside her. The trees were adorned with leaves in various shades of red, orange, and gold, creating a picturesque scene that felt straight out of a postcard. Lost in her thoughts, Y/N didn't notice the path ahead curving until it was too late.

With an unexpected collision, she found herself stumbling into someone. A jolt of surprise shot through her as she steadied herself, the crisp leaves around them swirling in the air. Her heart raced not just from the bump but from the sudden encounter with a stranger.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

A warm chuckle met her ears, and she looked up to see a boy with kind eyes and a friendly smile. He was rubbing his arm where they had collided, but his expression was nothing short of amused.

"No worries, it happens!" he replied, his voice carrying a hint of laughter.

Y/N's embarrassment began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of curiosity. She studied the boy, taking in his messy brown hair and the playful twinkle in his eyes. Beside him, a beautiful border collie named Layla wagged its tail enthusiastically, clearly unbothered by the collision.

"I'm Y/N," she introduced herself, offering a shy smile.

"Jake," he replied, extending a hand. Y/N shook it, the contact sending a small jolt through her. As their hands separated, a brief but electric connection lingered.

As they chatted, Y/N discovered that Jake was an avid dog lover just like her. They exchanged stories of their furry companions, laughing about their quirks and antics. Peanut and Layla quickly hit it off, chasing each other in playful circles as their owners shared their tales.

"Would you believe Layla once chased her own tail for a solid five minutes?" Jake chuckled, scratching the collie's ears affectionately.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "That sounds like something Peanut would do. He's convinced his tail is a perpetual game of tag."

As the conversation flowed effortlessly, the chill in the air seemed to dissipate. Time slipped away, and it wasn't until the sun began its descent that Y/N realized how long they had been talking.

"Hey, I hate to cut this short, but I should probably head home soon," Jake said with a regretful smile.

Y/N nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of their interaction ending. But then, an idea struck her.

"Do you come here often?" she asked, hopeful.

"All the time, actually. Layla needs her daily exercise," Jake replied.

"Me too. Maybe we could... you know, meet up again sometime?" Y/N suggested, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in her chest.

Jake's smile widened. "I'd like that. How about we exchange numbers?"

As they swapped contact information, Y/N felt a sense of excitement building within her. What had started as an accidental collision now held the promise of something more. With a final smile, they each continued their walks, the memory of falling leaves and warm laughter lingering in the air.

#Spotify #sim jaeyun #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jake enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut

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galaxyshine24-7 · 1 year ago

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What would it be like if Yuu met Fellow? Him trying to create puppets but with Yuu's customers, well this bartender probably has something to say about that

So this will have a lot of angst I've been thinking about my MC's reactions to Fellow. I haven't seen the full story, but I have been thinking so much about my MC's feelings. I've been thinking about redoing my original mc's backstory for Twisted Wonderland, but that is for another time.

I hope you enjoy

TW: Angst, Guns, Human Trafficking

Silver Bullet MC's Opinions on Fellow

So I'm sure I don't have to tell you all how beyond heinous Fellow's actions are regarding his storyline. I can imagine Silver Bullet Yuu getting invited to the amusement park with the mafia boys, soon realizing the grave trap they fell into. Even with Yuu making it out safely and their guardians destroying Fellow' 's business permanently, they still can't erase the fear and sorrow they feel for themselves, but also for the unspoken victims. Yuu would end up having nightmares for weeks because of the ordeal, becoming a puppet to someone, and having them control you is one of their worst fears. Especially in a place such as NRC where people promise their lives to higher groups on a daily(aka the mafia) all in exchange for power or wealth.

Another fact about my is that Yuu adores children and families. They hope to leave NRC and start a family of their own. NRC with its high crime rate and recruitment for gangs at such young ages is not the best place to raise a future family. Not to mention Yuu lived in an orphanage for some time, and they still visit and donate too even to the present day. So they have a soft spot for young ones. It's why they care for the first years without question.

Fellow from what we know has taken away children from their parents and people from their families. They get turned into dolls and sold like objects. Yuu would be beyond repulsed by the idea that a mother is crying for their lost child who got turned into a doll and sold off. I don't know if they stated other victims of Fellow would be found and saved in the game, but I know Yuu's teachers and Fellow if he turned a new leaf, at least in this au would do what they could to find past victims.

The incident would be one of the first times any of the mafia boys see Yuu cry. They would close the bar for a few days probably being taken by their teachers to a secluded spot to rest and heal. The mafia boys would worry Yuu left, but Yuu would be back in the bar making drinks soon after not speaking of the incident.

When it comes to seeing Fellow again Yuu would be the first to throw a punch out of fear if they already haven't beaten him up. They would point their gun at Fellow if he ever tried to step foot in the bar, but if Fellow shows Yuu slowly and sincerely that he wants to change he could have a small drink at a distance in Yuu's bar once progress has been made, but it would take a very long time.

#twisted wonderland #silver bullet au #twst silver bullet au #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #asks #twisted wonderland x reader

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literaryoblivion · 7 months ago

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Abandoned WIP-Sterek

As stated before, this is an abandoned WIP snippet. I’ll tag them with #my abandoned WIPs to organize it. If you see any and are so inspired by any of these to either create your own or finish, PLEASE tag me! I’d love to see if someone was able to take it and run with it since it stalled out for me.

Stiles had assured his dad he would be perfectly fine. So what if he was going to a cabin he rented out in the woods far removed from wi-fi and probably cell towers alone for the weekend? He was bringing his dog, Tiger, with him! He’d be fine! And if something happened, Tiger would totally protect him!

“He’s a terrier mix. He’s barely thirty pounds. There are plenty of animals in the woods bigger than him,” his dad had said, un-amused and face deadpan.

“But he’s fierce and protective! I gave him his name for a reason, Dad. He’s growled at plenty of ne’er-do-wells for me. I just held him back from attacking.”

His dad had lifted an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Well, you call if you need something. I don’t like it, but you’re an adult, and I very well can’t tell you that you can’t go.”

“Damn right! I mean, I’ll be fine, but if not I’ll call. But, I won’t ‘cause I’ll be fine.”

It was about 4 hours away from home, so it’s not like he was going to be super far anyway. He needed to get away though. He liked home, don’t get him wrong, but having moved back to his hometown after he graduated college and working a regular 9-to-5 job drained on him after awhile. He was trying to save up for a big trip, maybe Hawaii or New York, but it’d be a long time before he had enough money to do that. SO cabin in the woods for the weekend it was.

It would be great, he’d hike around with Tiger, who Stiles was positive would love being out in nature and be able to run around more than the small fenced in dog park would allow. And Stiles could take it easy, get some reading done, maybe write that great American novel he always fantasized about writing. It was going to be awesome.

“Is your car going to make it? Didn’t you just have to get a bunch of repairs done?” his dad had asked.

“How dare you talk about Roscoe like that, and yes, she’ll be fine. All the repairs were in preparation for this trip, okay? She’s trustworthy and loyal, and she won’t let me down.”

His dad had sighed. “Fine, but when you have a cell signal, you let me know where you are and if you made it okay and when you’re leaving to come back. I’m sure this place isn’t as remote as you like to think it is.”

“Okay, Dad, I will. I promise.”

And true to his word, he texted his dad when Tiger and he left his apartment, sent a selfie when they stopped for a pee break and for gas. And he lucked out and had one bar right outside the park where the cabin was to text his dad that he had made his destination.

He grabbed the key and the map to his cabin from the lockbox outside the closed office and found it rather easily. He unloaded the groceries and settled into the cozy cabin. It was small, but for just him and Tiger, it was perfect. Tiger sniffed around like crazy, distracted every once in awhile by the fly buzzing around the cabin.

“This is going to be great, huh boy?” Stiles said to Tiger who was clearly not paying attention.

It was still light enough out that Stiles decided to take Tiger exploring around the grounds. Once they were outside, Tiger was having a field day, exploring and sniffing at all the plants and dirt piles they passed.

The cabin was within walking distance of a lake, and it was rather pretty with the sun setting. Stiles took a few pictures of it, trying to get Tiger within the frame, but the dog was moving too much for any of them to be good.

***This was based on a personal experience and I was trying to make it a Sterek meet-cute: Basically my dog and I went to a cabin in the woods in OK for the weekend and my car battery died. I had someone in the cabin next to ours jump start my car and then drove to a "car mechanic" place I found on Google in the middle of nowhere that ended up being some guy's personal garage. He was SUPER nice and basically gerry-rigged my car so I could make it back to TX. Plus, when I didn't have cash to pay him, his wife drove me to an ATM and they gave me food.***

#my abandoned WIPs #sterek #if you are inspired to write from this or continue it please tag me!

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multi-level-shipper · 1 year ago

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so as I stated before, I'm re-reading Joey's gay memoir. and here's the thing.

Joey talks about how he LOVED Coney Island as a kid, and he seems to hold it to a slightly higher degree of reverence than the theater. Probably a few reasons for this- it was his vacation as a poor kid, it was time spent with his family, and he also draws some very strong connections about the heart and the soul to his experience being there.

"We arrived at the gates of Luna Park on Coney Island just when they opened."

"The gates were tall towers, with a huge arch entrance beneath. Above, between the towers, was a giant heart, bright red, freshly painted, with the words The Heart of Coney Island written on it. I think about those words sometimes, even these days as I trudge through the mud in the Meadowlands. I think about what it means. The heart. The soul of a place. The beating core."

"I have been searching for the soul for so long myself. That one illusive piece to my puzzle. Art imitates life, that was the solution. But how to live within an imitation? How to step into the cell of a cartoon? How to break the fourth wall? With a hammer? An axe?

Or a whole world." (Pg 200)

There are a few things I want to say about this.

As if we needed any more proof, this is a really long way of getting the point across that Joey craves living in a fantastical world. He needs this sense of creative wonder to feel fulfilled. Directly on the next page he goes on to say that the train ride home sucked balls, and he only felt as if the corners of each of his five senses were fully reached while having this experience at Coney Island.

So, firstly, he mentioned that he was "searching for the soul" for so long. But what in the fresh hell does that mean? Well, either Joey doesn't know how to define the parameters of what a human soul even is (which is a fair and complex question to be asking,) or he's been searching for his soul. Or rather, his purpose in life. While he has the studio and Sexy Lawrence at this point, he might be doing a bit of serious introspection here- which, let's be real, Joey never does this unless he's scared of something to do with his own well-being.

I don't have too much to say about the "heart" side of things. Although, this seriousness about the amusement park could explain why Joey was so ungodly finnicky with the Bendyland edits he kept sending back to Bertrum. He had to make things just right within one of the studio's most important features, or he might actually explode.

The SOUL, however, where do I even start. Firstly there's a direct parallel here we can add to the conspiracy board- the Ink Demon has no soul, and here in IOL Joey is trying to find his own. Another thing to note is how he personifies Coney Island, a non-breathing and non-living place, giving it a heart and a soul. It would be safe to assume that, seeing as Joey Drew Studios is his own form of safe haven, that he would ALSO personify the studio in a similar way. Also willing to wager that he saw Joey Drew Studios as a perfectly curated fantastical world to surround himself with- which is why he would simply not allow anyone to say anything otherwise. He had to keep up this illusion, or the safe haven would fall apart.

Joey giving places a soul also has interesting implications when considering Bendy and the Dark Revival.

We technically don't get an actual ink copy of Joey, we get a "memory" of Joey, as he puts it. However, we don't really see other spirits in BATIM or BATDR that aren't tied to a body. Ghosts are strangely never really explained, with a few exceptions like the ghost train in BATDR. I think this is an interesting distinction to make, because this could imply that Joey's soul is tied to the studio directly. Everything in the BATIM world was created by Joey- our Henry, Alice, Boris, everyone. The BATDR world was created by Wilson, so any existing creatures there are either by his hands, or have been directly taken from the BATIM loop and brought there. It was the assumption that Memory Joey came from Wilson's timeline, but we actually have no idea where he came from specifically, as he quite literally shows up and then vanishes in our first encounter with him.

#illusion of living #bendy illusion of living #joey drew #batdr #batim #bendy and the ink machine

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haikyuufanficwriting · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2: Oikawa

Prompt: Reader and (Character) go to an amusement park. (Character) gets scared to go on a rollercoaster and clings to reader for dear life. Character: Oikawa ____________

The boys of the Aoba Jousai Volleyball needed a break. You knew it, the coach knew it, and the boys did too. All the constant practices and never-ending games had started to take a toll on them. While most didn’t show it, you could tell that it was getting to be a little much for them. So, as the team manager, you felt it was your responsibility to do what was necessary. Just a simple day off, where they could just relax and have a little fun too.

And, as coincidence had it, there was an amusement park only a half hour away from Miyagi.

What better way to take a break than a day of thrills, screams and games?

With an idea in mind, it only took about a week to get the preparations ready. Once the coach agreed to give them a day off, it was smooth sailing.

The boys were ecstatic when they heard the news, giving you endless praises and thanks until the fateful day arrived. You were quite relived when the day came to be honest, you were never able to accept compliments properly.

The bus was buzzing with anticipation as you and the team arrived at your destination. You managed to get them through the gate with little to no problems, with only a few fights to solve. The big one being Oikawa wanting to stop the group and take pictures, while you had to talk down Iwaizumi from punching him for being annoying.

Once everyone was settled, you go to stand in front of them. As coordinator, you had already created a full plan to maximize as much fun for them as possible.

“Alright boys listen up. We’ve got about six hours here, and since our group is too big to be together, we’re going to spilt up into two teams. You’re free to do what you want, but by three o’clock I want all of us to meet in the food area for lunch. We’ll plan from there. Everyone here has a cell phone so if you get lost call the others. Got it?” You hear a chorus of agreement from them, so you take that as understanding.

“You ever think (Name)-san could’ve been a drill sergeant?” You hear Yahaba murmur to Kindaichi, who is now snickering. You snap your eyes to the pair, narrowing them.

“Yahaba, Kindaichi, got something to share with the rest of us?” You ask, making your voice as intimidating as possible just to see the two jump. You try your best to keep your face serious, as Yahaba stutters.

“N-no.”

“No, (Name)-senpai.” Kindaichi doesn’t meet your eyes as he mumbles. You hear the rest of the team laugh quietly. You nod, before breaking out into a light-hearted smile. It was just too easy sometimes. “That’s what I thought. So, who’s going to be with who?”

You expected this simple task to take less than five minutes, but to your disappointment, it took more than fifteen. With most of it being Oikawa bashing. Though you weren’t opposed to some Oikawa bashing, you were getting slightly impatient. Yes, this trip was for the boys, but you’d be lying if you said this trip wasn’t the least bit self indulgent, and you weren’t going to stand there for the next half hour watching the team (mostly the third years) bully their captain. You already had enough to last a lifetime at practice. At the twenty-minute mark, you regretted giving these man-children the responsibility.

Eventually, with you voicing your opinion here and there, they managed to separate themselves. With Kindaichi, Kunimi, Yahaba, and Watari in one group and the third years in the other.

“(Name)-san, what about you?” You hear Watari ask. You just wave him off. “I’ll just join the third years. I’ll need to make sure that Iwaizumi doesn’t beat up Oikawa. I doubt Makki or Matsun would stop him.” You eye the third years, as they try to defend themselves. The look you give them simply tells that it would probably be better if they didn’t say anything. They all look away in defeat. You say your byes to the group before turning to yours.

And so, starts your day of relaxation and thrills.

Well for the most part it was. It started with you guys playing some simple carnival games, diffusing the multiple arguments between the boys (Turns out they were just as competitive in these games as they were in volleyball), but you did have your fair share of yelling if you were being completely honest. You couldn’t be the most sensible all the time. Though, you did spend more time laughing than you did arguing, so you were grateful for that.

After you all got tired of the games, you went to get some snacks from the booths that lined the streets. You made sure that the team didn’t get anything too heavy, because you wanted to them to be prepared for what was to come.

Despite your quite calm and reasonable nature, you were quite the risk taker. To you, there was nothing like the feeling of adrenaline that coursed threw your veins as you teetered the edge of danger. So, when you saw the biggest rollercoaster in the park, you gasped. Immediately, you had your heart set on it.

It was like love at first sight.

“Guys! We have to go on it!” Like a child wanting a toy at a store, you pointed to the rollercoaster, practically jumping in anticipation. You were met by indifference and amused looks from Makki, Matsun and Iwa.

“Sure.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll go. What about you, Oikawa?” Iwa asks, looking at Oikawa with the biggest smirk you’ve seen on him, ever. It confuses you, at least until you look at Oikawa.

He stood there like a terrified toddler. His eyes wide and bulging, looking at the ride in straight up horror. You could even see him flinch when he heard the screams on the people on the ride.

Was he… Afraid of heights?

Oikawa didn’t even register the question until a few seconds later, whipping his head to the ace. He picked himself up rather quickly and composed himself. “No thanks. I’ll stay behind for this one.” He manages to say evenly. You hear the third years behind you snicker.

You had a feeling there was an inside joke you didn’t know about.

Well, now you had to find out.

“I didn’t take you to be one that’s afraid of heights Oikawa.” You comment. His response is immediate. “It’s not the heights I don’t like. It’s rollercoasters in general!” He defends, pouting like a child. You raise a brow; you could tell there’s definitely more to the story. By his response, you doubt that he would tell you if you asked. So, you turned to the next best thing.

“Hey Iwa.” He gives you a smile. He knows exactly what your about to ask. Oikawa, looks to his best friend, slightly pleading.

“Why’s he so afraid of rollercoasters?” As Iwaizumi goes to open his mouth, Oikawa, out of pure desperation, tries to basically tackle Iwaizumi. But Makki and Matsun are faster, holding their captain back, not even trying to hold back their laughs as they leave Iwaizumi free to tell you. You drown out the setter’s pleas to not listen, as you focus on Iwa.

“When we were seven, we went to this movable carnival, and they had this little rollercoaster. They had this little drop – no more than two feet – Oikawa got so scared he was going to die, he started screaming bloody murder. Crying non-stop. It was so bad, that they had to stop the ride for him. When they got him out,” Iwaizumi paused as he literally wheezed. You could see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, as he laughed at the memory. From afar, you could hear ‘Iwa-chan don’t!’ from Oikawa, still being held back by Makki and Matsun, who were now also dying of laughter.

“They found that he pissed his pants!” Iwa finishes, now doubling over in laughter, not being able to stand. You almost choked on your spit, as you too began to laugh. It was like you could picture it, and that made it even funnier. The four of you laughed for a long while, all the while the captain stood, both pissed (you couldn’t help yourself) and embarrassed. You could hear him mumbling distantly about doing nothing to deserve this.

Eventually, your laughter died down, and you were able to look at the setter without bursting out again.

“So, you’re really just never going to go on one again?” You asked, giggling every so often. He glared at you. “Did you not hear the story? I’m not going to relive that trauma.” He crosses his arms. Suddenly, you had a new goal.

You needed to see Oikawa on that rollercoaster. No matter the cost.

“But that was when you were seven. Surely, at eighteen you have a little more courage than that.” You tried. Oikawa found out what you were trying to do very quickly. He was not amused.

“I’m not going on that thing.” You feel your shoulders slug. You turned to other third years, silently asking for help. You were met with nothing but shrugs.

You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“What will the team think if they see all of us up there, with you sitting down here like some chump?” Oikawa clicked his tongue.

“It’s not that uncommon for people to not like rollercoasters. They wouldn’t question it.” He did have a point. You let out a sigh. You really didn’t want to have to use this, but he left you no choice. You march right up to him, with your head up high. Well, you had to when you looked at him anyway, but that was besides the point.

“You either come with us on this ride, or I’ll tell the entire team the rollercoaster piss story.” Oikawa literally gasps. There’s a ‘Oh shit’ from Iwa. “You wouldn’t dare.” You smirk.

“Try me.” You two hold a staring contest for a while, with the other third years just watching the two of you. You hear a distant Makki mumble ‘I forget how (Name) can be so evil sometimes’ with Iwa and Matsun humming in agreement.

After a minute passes, Oikawa realizes out you’re not going to cave. You watch in victory as he bites his lip and looks away. “… Fine.” You cheer out loud and receive high fives from the others. Before he could change his mind, you grab Oikawa’s hand and rush to the line. It was a long line, but not the longest you’ve seen. You estimated a twenty-minute wait, which was totally fine with you. It gave you and the others time to tease Oikawa, who was quite literally, shaking.

The teasing consisted of asking him is he needs to use the bathroom, talking about how deep the drop was, and your personal favourite, Matsun offering him some water. All of which Oikawa didn’t appreciate.

Finally, after relentless teasing, you decided to give him a break. You were evil sure, but you weren’t a monster. As you were just about to enter the ride, you gave him some words of comfort. You pat his shoulder sympathetically.

“There’s nothing to fear. It’s completely safe. Get what happened before out of your head and who knows? You might actually have fun.” He can’t find it in himself to say something, so he just nods.

Conveniently for your little group, the rows were five seats each, so allowing some people to go ahead of you, you managed to all get a row together. You sat in the middle with Makki and Matsun on your left and Oikawa and Iwa on your right. The employees checked your seatbelts and made their way down the rest of the rows. You cast a glance at Oikawa. He looked seconds away from death if you were being honest. He was the palest you’ve ever seen him, sweating profusely and gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles were white. You felt your heart sink for him, poor guy really was terrified.

Pitying him, you placed your hand atop of his, grabbing it gently. He returned the movement, and only tightening, when he felt the ride start to move.

“Bet you two hundred yen he pisses himself again.” You hear Matsun, cackling. Makki only gives him a wry smile. “You’re on.” You lightly smack Makki, and glare at Matsun since you couldn’t reach him. They only smirk in response.

The ride up to the top was silent for the most part, with yells of both excitement and terror from the other passengers, you had your attention to Oikawa the entire time. You couldn’t help but to smile when he closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths. It was cute, seeing him so nervous. You hadn’t seen a lot rattle the captain. Who knew rollercoasters were enough to break him?

When you reach the top of the ride, Oikawa finally opened his eyes again. Just like before, they were blown out wide in terror. “I can’t believe you guys made me do this. I hate this. I hate you all. I’m going to die.” He spills, gripping your hand so hard it started to hurt. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass. You’re not going to die.” You heard an annoyed Iwa huff. Oikawa watched in horror as the ride edge closer to the edge and stopping right before the drop. All of a sudden, the hand that was gripping yours was gripping your side. His fists clenched around your shirt; the fabric being pulled to his side.

“Oi-Oikawa, what are you-” Then the ride drops. Air fills you mouth as the coaster plummets, leaving you do anything but speak. You hear a mixture of both excited yells and one completely petrified one, as the ride pulls you for loops and constant falls. You feel a hand not only gripping your shirt, but now the flesh of your side. And shocking absolutely no one, terror mixed with the strength this man had, equaled pain for you. You couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the ride with this man clinging to you for his dear life.

After two minutes of complete agony, the ride was done. The coaster pulls safely into the boarding area, with everyone taking off their seatbelts for the next passengers to enter. Instead of doing just that, you spent those precious seconds, smacking Oikawa’s hand from you.

“Let go, you’re hurting me.” You hiss the last bit, pulling his hand away from your side, immediately fixing your shirt in the process. You realize you haven’t even looked at him yet, and when you turn to see if he was alright, you paled.

The man looked absolutely wrecked. His hair flown back from the wind; face still white as a ghost. If you hadn’t known him, you would’ve thought he was dead. Still, he could be traumatised off the ride, you needed to get him up.

“Hey, Get up. The other people need to get on.” Oikawa doesn’t respond, still acting as if his soul has escaped, not even turning to look at you. You attempt to get his attention, waving your hand, snapping in front of him; nothing.

Finally, you give up and turn to Iwa. He nods, not needing to say anything as he unhooks Oikawa’s seatbelt and pulls him up from the seat. Eventually, Oikawa finds the ability to walk, legs trembling as he descends from the ride. Only mumbling the words ‘Never again.’ Over and over again. To be honest, you were completely fine with it, but you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“I broke him.” You whined, with the other guys only looking on in what can only be assumed as disappointment and entertainment. “Well he got his revenge from the looks of it.” Makki states, pulling your shirt up slightly to reveal a red blemish on your side that will only continue to darken as the day continues. You bat his hand away, as Iwa goes to check on him, all the while muttering how ridiculous he was being. The three of you watch in silence.

“Our captain…” Matsun comments, as he watches Iwa slap him in the back of the head, telling him to pull it together. Makki hums.

“He didn’t piss himself by the way, you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You could only roll your eyes. Matsun pulls his wallet out, ready to give the victor of the bet his reward, when his eyes widen.

“Don’t they take pictures of the drop?” You can literally feel your heart plummet. Makki smiles evilly. “I think I know what I’ll use that two hundred yen for…”

And to think all you wanted was a day of fun and relaxation.

#fanfic #haikyuu #writing #drabble #oikawa x reader

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