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selineram3421 · 10 months ago

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Hissy Kitty

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Reader

Warnings⚠

⚠ Alastor is still annoying lol, Husk is not having it, italics=thoughts, reader gets pissed ⚠

Husk felt confident that Alastor would stop being annoying. It was in the contract that he couldn't touch you. He had to follow the contract.

Of course the asshole found a loophole.

"Dear, do be careful.", the deer guided you away from broken glass.

"Alastor..", you said in a deadpanned tone. "I have to clean that up."

"Yes but I just wanted to remind you the dangers of handling broken glass.", he smiled at you and turned to grin smugly at the cat behind him.

Fucking hell.

"I know how to handle glass.", you said and started to sweep up the mess.

"Very well, I'll stop pestering you about glass."

You were of course oblivious to Alastor's games.

Husk knew that he should have been more specific so that the smiling asshole couldn't touch you at all.

"Hey, squirt."

"What?", you responded, finishing up sweeping the trash.

"Go to where the Princess is. I'm pretty sure she wanted you to do something upstairs.", he says with a shooing motion.

"Ok, I'll go up after tossing this out.", you said and went towards the staff only hallway.

"Don't worry about it.", your brother said and went to take the dust pan from you. "Just head over now."

"What a good older sibling you are!", the red dressed demon commented with a smile.

You glanced between the two, feeling a weird tension in the air.

"Ok...", you leaned the broom against one of the couches. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone.", you say before going upstairs.

After making sure his sibling was far enough, the cat demon growled and glared at the Radio Demon. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?", he said with clenched teeth.

"I'm doing what I'm allowed to!", Alastor said cheerfully and walked over to the bartender. "So, obviously I am touching them when necessary, like moving them away from danger.", he reached out to scratch behind one of Husker's ears.

"Stop fucking playing!", Husk yelled, smacking the deer's hand away. "They aren't your toy or pet asshole! SO LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE!"

Alastor's smile twitched slightly.

Who is this demon to tell me no? I own the cat, so they just had to suck it up and follow along.

"I think you're forgetting one tiny, but ever so crucial, little detail?", the red demon grew taller, static crackling loudly. "I OWN YOU."

"I know.", Husk hissed out. "But I won't let you do anything to them."

You headed back to the lobby confused.

Charlie hadn't called for you at all but she did let you know that you would be getting a different job soon.

Why did he lie? You wondered and turned a corner to get to the stairs.

That's when you felt your fur stand on end, static noise making you shiver and cringe.

Rushing towards the lobby, you saw Alastor take a threatening step towards your brother in his taller demon form. In the moment, it didn't matter if the red demon was one of your bosses or not, you would protect your brother.

Standing between the two, you growled and hissed at the deer demon, fur bristling and tail flicking back and forth.

"BACK THE FUCK UP."

Husk quickly held on to you and tried to pull you back. "No! Stay back, let me handle this!"

You stayed put, still glaring up at the red demon.

Alsastor looked at you in an odd way before he shrunk back to size and fixed his coat. "Ahem, apologies.", he held his hands behind his back. "I didn't mean to give you such a scare!"

Still annoyed, you squinted your eyes at him and finally let your brother take you away from the lobby.

Once getting to somewhere private, Husk immediately shook you by your shoulders. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING KID!?"

You shook your head and moved his arms off of you. "I was thinking of getting you out of there!", you huff. "Look, I know he's the Radio Demon. I know you have some fucked up deal."

Husk tries to interject.

"NO! No, I am not done!", you point at him. "I know somewhere in that deal you made has my protection and that's why Alastor has been so weird when it comes to me. He wants to bug and annoy you for fucking shits and giggles.", you take a breath and brush your ears down to settle your anger. "I've been worried about you ever since you stopped talking to me. What happened at your casino?"

He turns away from you and takes a moment before sighing.

"I lost almost everything..", he grumbled. "I had to make a deal to save my power."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"But just because I'm stuck in a bind, doesn't mean you jump into my battles.", he glares at you. "I can handle the smiling piece of shit."

With a roll of your eyes, you turn him to face you completely.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you since getting here.", you hold his claws. "I can fight my own battles, sure I might need help at times but I'll ask you when I do. I know the dangers, I know the risks, I know my limits.", you let go. "But to you I'm just still a defenseless kid.."

"You'll always be my little sibling. Of course I'm gonna think of you as a kid.", he sighs. "But I'll stop giving you shit for some stuff.", he points a claw at you. "You hear that? Some."

"Yeah, yeah.", you smile and hug your brother.

He pats your head and both of you enjoy the peace.

For a second.

"Ok, now get off.", he says.

"Nah, you can handle a few more seconds.", you say and don't let go.

"Awww~"

Both of you get hugged from behind by Angel.

"Look at how soft you are around them~", the spider pinches your brother's cheek with one of his hands, turning his head to look at you. "You should hang around him more often."

"Get your ass off me.", Husk grumbles and moves out of the hug.

"But Husky~!", Angel whines as he clings onto your brother. "You are just sooo cute!"

You laugh as the two go back and forth with their banter, happy that your brother is ok.

Meanwhile, Alastor went up to his radio tower.

The shadows in the room curling and twisting around, the radio static getting louder and louder that it numbed out the sounds from outside.

Something had changed.

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~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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narcjsistx · 4 months ago

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Hi! I'd like to request headcanons or small fic (whatever you prefer I'm fine with anything) for Ran Haitani (teen) with a crush that's getting bullied for liking him because others think the reader/crush doesn't match "Ran's" level?

I hope I explained this well but in case it's confusing... I'm really sorry🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— At your level

The hall is crowded, a river of students moving in scattered groups, some laughing and joking, some pushing the other with light elbows, some dragging themselves at a slow pace, still half asleep. The voices mix, creating a continuous buzz that bounces between the walls covered with noticeboards and school posters. As I walk through the school hall, I feel the eyes of some classmates resting on me, like pinpricks piercing the air thick with chatter and muffled laughter

Someone turns around, I notice it out of the corner of my eye, and immediately lowers his gaze as soon as he meets mine. Others whisper among themselves, and even if I don't hear the words, I know very well that I am occupying their conversations. The incessant shouting seems to become more intense as I get closer to the small groups scattered here and there. The unspoken words weigh like boulders, they slip into my ears, and I realize that every look I feel on me is full of assumptions, half-truths, gossip whispered in the corridors and bathrooms

"I wonder if she ever sees herself in a mirror! Really, she thinks she's some kind of deity to point right at him?" — "I feel sorry for her. I would never want to receive such a strong no from him. You know, it's him!"

There is no need for anyone to say anything openly; the mischievous smiles, the fleeting eyes, the way they narrow together when I pass are already eloquent enough. I am a cumbersome presence, a figure that attracts attention even when I would like to be invisible. I continue walking, keeping my face impassive, as if I don't notice anything, even if each step seems to mark the rhythm of their silent judgments

Every step I take weighs on me more and more, and not only because I feel the gazes on me, it's as if every day the weight of my mistake becomes more unbearable. Six months ago I would never have imagined that I would end up like this, at the center of these poisonous gossip. If only I hadn't made everything so obvious that day... If only I had kept my mouth shut or handled the situation better, I wouldn't be here now feeling judged at every turn, a victim of their hissy comments and fake smiles. I regret it more and more. It's a feeling that grows inside me like a weed, that envelops everything and leaves me no respite. I can't stop thinking about how I could have avoided all of this. All it took was a little more discretion, a little more silence. Maybe if I had been smarter, I could now just walk down this hall without feeling like a circus animal in front of everyone's eyes

I can't help but move forward, trying to keep my head up, even if inside I just feel more tired and wanting to disappear

“Y/n Chan, Y/n Chan!” a voice shouts behind me, and before I turn I find Moyaku, a girl two years younger than me who is nevertheless the only one who doesn't bother me "Y/n Chan! I finally managed to get the melonpan, here " says the girl, handing me the sweet that I said I wanted so much in a text message last night. I take the treat and smile at her, silently thanking her. She smiles back at me and decides to walk beside me, since this morning we have lessons in two nearby classes "Usual comments...?" the girl asks in a low voice, noticing the whispers of the other people "The usual ones" I say listlessly, biting a piece of the melonpan. We walk a little further in silence

"For me you could ask your half brother" says Moyaku, but I shake my head "Mamoru already said that I have to manage on my own" I say, but the girl next to me sighs "He only says that because he's afraid of getting into trouble with the Haitans since he's in that Toman thing. Damn though, he's your relative! He should protect you" says the girl but I laugh a little at her comment "He doesn't even consider me his sister... forget it, really" I say throwing away the waste paper dessert in a basket, biting the last piece

"I would defend you if I had the chance... but they never listen to the little ones" says Moyaku, but I grab her hand caressing it "You don't have to do anything, really. I appreciate your presence" I say with a smile, and she seems to want to end the conversation. We say goodbye and everyone goes into their own classroom

While the other kids enter the classroom, I sit at my desk and watch the rain of backpacks landing noisily on the tables, while voices quickly fill the air. My thoughts, however, are far away, anchored to that precise moment six months ago, when everything change

I'm in my third year and, looking back, I realize how absurd it seems to me that something that happened so recently could have transformed my school life so much. For almost two whole years I had been carrying a secret crush on Ran Haitani, the boy that all girls notice, the one who doesn't go unnoticed even when he does nothing to attract attention. Ran is popular, almost unattainable, a year older than me. I met him when I was only in my first year, still insecure and disoriented in the school corridors

He was different from all the others, and not only because he was already well established and known, but for his efficiency, for how he moved with confidence, especially during training sessions at the sports club. He practices running, and is good, or rather, very good. It's impossible not to notice him, with those fast and precise steps, the sweat sliding down his forehead as he passes the others as if nothing had happened. He was so charming, unreachable. Maybe it was precisely this that made me fall in love with him: that security, that aura that surrounded him

Then there was that period in which he lived near me, a lucky coincidence, which allowed me to see him every morning. We took the same route to school, me, him and his brother Rindou. Even though we didn't talk much, those moments were precious to me. They were little fragments of normality that made me daydream, made me hope that, maybe, one day, he would notice something more in me

Finally, after a long time keeping those feelings in secret, six months ago I took all my courage and declared myself. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to faint. I was so sure that he would reject me, that he would say no gently and leave me to pick up the pieces of my pride. But it didn't happen that way. He didn't say no, but he didn't say yes either. He simply said he had to think about it, and I, with a lump in my throat, accepted that answer, hoping, dreaming that time would work in my favor

But something went wrong. In a short time, the news of my declaration went around the school, becoming a topic of gossip. I had declared myself to Ran Haitani, someone like him, out of my league. And now, I'm here, every day, paying the price for that choice, a victim of comments and giggles, regretting not having kept to myself those feelings that now only seem like a weapon against me

I often find myself wondering what my life would have been like if he had said yes. Maybe everything would be different now. Maybe I would walk the halls with a more confident smile, knowing that my heart was not broken, but welcomed. I imagine myself talking to him between lessons, laughing together, hearing those jokes that always made me smile when, every now and then, we happened to talk during those short journeys to school. But it didn't happen that way. The reality is that he doesn't talk to me anymore, and that "I have to think about it" that had left me hanging turned out, over time, to be just a polite way of saying no without openly hurting me. It's painful to admit it, but I can no longer hide behind illusions or empty hopes

After all, if he really wanted to say yes to me, he would have done it. Instead, it left me hanging on by a thin thread, which eventually broke. The silence that followed was even more eloquent than any words. With each passing day, I realized that his "I have to think about it" was nothing more than a sweet lie to make me believe that there was still a possibility, because in addition to being handsome he is also an asshole if he wants to be. Now, as I watch the other guys enter the classroom, with their seemingly simple and uncomplicated lives, I realize that I cannot change what has happened. That's how it happened, and I have to accept it. I have to stop tormenting myself with the "ifs" and "buts", because the truth is that he chose to walk away

The lesson begins and I try to concentrate. I take notes, the sound of the pen sliding on the paper is almost relaxing, a rhythm that keeps me anchored to reality while the teacher's voice fills the classroom. I try not to think about anything else, I immerse myself in the written words, in the explanation I'm trying to follow, even if every now and then my mind wanders, inevitably returning to those thoughts that I would prefer to avoid. But time passes and, after a few hours, we finally have the chance to go out

I leave the classroom and stop for a moment, letting the other students pass me. When I look up, I see something that makes my eyes widen. Moyaku is outside his class and is talking to Rindou Haitani, Ran's brother. I can't believe what I see. The two of them have never had contact before, at least not that I know of. Moyaku never told me about him, and I certainly wouldn't have guessed that they knew each other, let alone had anything to discuss. Also, Rindou is a fourth year and my friend is a first year. Yet, there they were, completely engrossed in the conversation. They seem so focused, so serious. I stop for a moment, unsure whether to get closer or stay away. Something inside me stirs, a curiosity mixed with a slight sense of apprehension. Why are they talking? What is it about?

As I continue to stare at Moyaku and Rindou, I notice that she sees me. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment he seems to freeze. Then, with a speed that surprises me, he moves away from Rindou and towards me. His pace is slightly hurried, and when he gets close to me, I notice a hint of agitation in his gaze. Still, he smiles at me, that smile I know well, one that tries to reassure me. I decide not to ask questions. If it were something important, she would have told me something right away, or at least that's what I tell myself to calm the curiosity gnawing inside me. Instead, we start chatting about this and that as we walk together towards the canteen. We talk about the usual things: homework, teachers, some jokes about our classmates. I try to let myself go into the conversation, but part of me keeps thinking about that moment outside of class, that dialogue between her and Rindou that I can't get out of my head

The hours pass quickly, between lessons and notes, and before I know it, it's almost time to go home. I gather my things and head towards the exit, when suddenly Moyaku joins me. She doesn't say anything, but hands me a note with a certain urgency, as if she's afraid to think about it again at the last moment. Her eyes are shifty, and before I can say anything, she turns and runs away, heading for the school gate. I stand there, ticket in hand, confused and slightly worried. What does all this mean? I look around, trying to see if anyone has noticed the scene, but everyone seems too busy thinking about their day to pay attention to us

With my heart beating a little faster, I slowly open the note "At 5.30pm in the hall in front of the Chemistry classroom on the third floor. I may be slightly late, so please wait a few minutes"

I open the note with slightly trembling hands, and begin to read. The message is short, almost hasty, but its content leaves me confused. It could very well be a joke, I think to myself, another attempt by the students to prank me and make me feel even more out of place than I already do. No explanation, no clue as to who might have written it or why I should show up there. My first reaction is to ignore it. It could just be another way to humiliate me, to make me wait in vain in front of an empty classroom, perhaps with someone hiding around the corner ready to laugh at me. But then, as I reflect, I realize that I don't have much to lose: my reputation is already in tatters, the rumors about me and Ran continue to circulate, and at this point, one more humiliation wouldn't change much. Maybe it's just curiosity, or maybe it's the desire to know if there's something more behind the note

So, with a mixture of anxiety and resignation, I head towards the classroom. It's almost time until the appointed time, and as I get closer, I feel my heart beating faster. It's the last class of the day for fourth and second years, and I know the students will be leaving soon. I lean against the wall opposite the door, trying not to attract too much attention, even though I know it's inevitable that someone will notice me. Minutes pass, and eventually, as expected, students begin to leave the room. I watch them pass in front of me, but no one seems to notice my presence. It's 5.40pm, and I'm starting to think I've been the victim of a bad joke. I feel silly, and the thought of leaving becomes stronger and stronger

Just as I'm about to walk away, I suddenly feel an arm come around my shoulders. The contact is surprising, almost comforting, but it makes me jump. My heart speeds up even more as I slowly turn to see who the person is who decided to approach me in that unexpected way

My heart stops for a moment when I turn and see that it's him, Ran. I never imagined he would be here, in front of me, at a time like this. His arm is placed on my shoulders with a disarming ease, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, as he pulls me closer to him. His face is calm, that usual relaxed look that characterizes him, as if there is nothing strange or out of the ordinary in what he is doing. I, on the other hand, am anything but calm: a tornado of emotions stirs inside me: surprise, confusion, a slight hint of panic. I can't understand why he's doing this. It's as if everything around us has stopped. I can feel the eyes of the other students fixed on us, I see them turn, almost paralyzed with surprise. The corridor, which until a moment ago was filled with constant chatter, is now immersed in an unnatural silence, broken only by the distant sound of someone's footsteps walking away

The closeness between us is almost unreal, and I feel the warmth of his arm holding me tighter, as if he wants to protect us both from the curious and judging gazes that surround us. But I can't help but wonder if this is all just another illusion, another twist of fate that will end up breaking my heart "Don't worry doll, let me talk"he says with an even stranger ease

I just look at him, trying to read something in his eyes, something that will give me a clue. What is he saying? What the fuck is going on?

"I don't care who you are, whether you're first or last year. I'm engaged so leave me alone" he says, raising his voice slightly, and if before the hall was silent, now people aren't even breathing anymore

I am left completely frozen in place as his words hit me like lightning. I can't immediately process the meaning of what he said. The world seems to spin more slowly as his words echo in my head, trying to make sense. What do you mean? Is he telling everyone to stop bothering him, or... is he really talking about me?. His tone is firm, almost irritated, as if he is tired of all this, yet his grip on my shoulders remains firm, almost protective. But it is precisely this contradiction that confuses me the most. Why is he saying these things? And above all, why is he doing it this way, in front of everyone? I feel the gazes of others around us becoming even more intense, I sense the murmur starting to grow around us, but it's as if I'm in a bubble, isolated from everything that's happening. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can't find the words, not even to ask for explanations

I am suspended in a limbo of conflicting emotions: disbelief, hope, confusion. I wonder if he's trying to protect me, to stop the gossip, or if this is just a way to get rid of me once and for all. And as I stand there, motionless, with my mind spinning, the only thing I can do is look at him

"A little sudden right? Sorry doll. So, what were you saying that Wednesday?" he says, returning his gaze to me, as if the impossible hadn't just happened "Eh? That Wednesday?" I ask perplexed "The day you declared yourself" he says, smiling innocently at me, even if innocent is the last adjective to describe him. I desperately try to understand what is really behind his words that have just turned my whole world upside down. Do he really remember the exact day I declared myself? And above all, why does he want to continue the discussion?

"Look, declarations of love make me anxious even though I'm big and vaccinated, and yes, it took me six months to understand everything properly. Is it possible that that little friend of yours didn't tell you anything? Hell, I should have sent Rindou directly to you. .." he says playing with his braid, and strangely I see him a little anxious

And it is from his words that I connect Rindou and Moyaku's meeting this morning. Rindou asked her something about me...? "What did Rindou ask Moyaku?" I ask in surprise "No big deal, if you just still liked me" he says motioning for me to start walking, without removing his arm from around my shoulders. I look at him in surprise, and reconnect things for a moment: Ran asked Rindou to talk to Moyaku, my only friend, if he knew if I still liked him. Is he making fun of me and is he actually serious?

"I don't understand why you have to ridicule me in front of the whole school, I know how to accept a no! I did it for six months without telling you anything..." I say lowering my gaze, but I hear him chuckling "Trust me, if I wanted to make you ridiculous, I would have done it in more sadistic ways" he says and on the one hand I believe him

We remain silent for the entire journey as we arrive at the school gate. "So?" he asks “So what?” I ask, clutching my school bag "Are we a couple or not?" he asks nonchalantly

The temptation to run away and forget everything is great, but my heart beating faster than expected makes me remain immobile "I know, six months is a bit... but we just need to get there sooner or later, right? Then the your friend confirmed to Rindou that you still like me" he says with a certain seriousness "Six months of teasing is a lot, Ran" I say anxiously playing with my hands, which however he grabs, bringing one to his lips, which he kisses delicately" I don't think they'll bother you anymore considering who is your boyfriend now. We can make up six months in a week" he says letting go my hand, where I feel the part he kissed burning

"We can try... I think" I say while trying to hide the enthusiasm and even a little embarrassment I feel at the moment. I can't believe this is happening right now "Try it? We're already a couple. I never take back what I say publicly" he says grabbing my hand, pulling me towards his motorbike "Come, we have to prove that I'm on your level and that I too can be with a fantastic person"

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weebsinstash · 8 months ago

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I noticed you bitches like drama and men being just a little pathetic so you know what I've been thinking of lately. Wouldn't it be so funny if you got a red string of fate, you know, whole destined soulmate shebang, but you've got two of them, and on the ends are MORTAL ENEMIES WHO WOULD RATHER KILL EACH OTHER THAN SHARE YOU

I want you DEAD, in HELL, finding out you've got one string for Vox and one string for Alastor and they HAAAAAATE IT, at each other's throats IMMEDIATELY

I want you walking down the street, somehow magically the perfect distance from both of them when your strings appear for the very first time, two leading in opposite directions. Like I picture Vox is broadcasting live and his string suddenly appears and, he tries to play it cool because he's on the air but he's clearly excited and geeking out a little, but, wait his string disappears? And reappears? And disappears? And homie is hooked up to his little TV network, and he finally notices and sees through one of the tvs on some street corner somewhere, there you are, stepping forward, back, forward, back, kind of just, making your string go in and out of the whole 'distance rule', still obviously shocked yourself, and you just awkwardly look up to the tv and flash a clearly very nervous smile, "oh hey, um, I think this is us maybe?" and nervously holding up the hand attached to his string

Meanwhile you turn to look in the other strings direction and Alastor is Suddenly Just There. He's pulling a fucking Batman on you where you just turn around and he's all but silently materialized directly behind you and you're nearly falling over yelping in surprise.

THEN VOX AND ALASTOR SEE EACH OTHER AND SEE THE STRINGS AND IT'S ON SIGHT. Vox is just slamming his hands down on his desk, "NO, FUCK OFF ALASTOR, GET YOUR OWN SOULMATE" meanwhile Alastor is. Slightly more composed but his ears are pressed back and he's grating his teeth as he looks between you, who he's already so eager to get to know everything about, and his old business partner and he's immediately growling out an "Absolutely NOT"

I want you awkwardly flipping between both of these men like Hell's most precarious drama filled job interview. "OK well, his head is literally a TV so I bet he likes video games like I do whereas you don't seem the type, BUT, Vox is also just kind of a mean person? And Alastor you're a fucking cannibal serial killer? But we kinda have similar values.... but I love tech.... HE would make me feel smart and YOU I feel like would threaten my intelligence and make me feel stupid and-- oh my god is that literally it, am I so crazy i get both of you to balance me out in different ways. What about you guys. You guys ever make out with each other or anything--"

Like these two are wanting to get to know you and bond with you and I just picture Alastor is repeatedly suggesting you two go to a diner or a cafe or somewhere to grab a bite to eat (and also because he TOTALLY isn't trying to lead you away from the TVs on the street) and Vox is like having a little hissy fit through the screen but he's keeping his distance because he knows if he faced Alastor head on he would wreck his shit

But like.... imagine scenario c where you don't want either one of them and you're just like IMMEDIATELY "uh, no, no thank you? I actually um, am not looking for a relationship right now, and, uh, also you're both just. Awful. You're both just legitimately awful people and I don't want anything to do with either of you or all the drama you cause, quite frankly you guys can go make out with each other and I think we would all be better off" cause. I mean it was already a competition to win your heart but this is Even Worse because both of them are trying to "win you over" before the other one can and they're just SMOTHERING YOU. Like imagine one of your strings appearing and there's a knock at your door and suddenly your other string appears and you're hearing arguing voices outside and you open your front door and they're like. Strangling each other on your doorstep. Immediately pushing their way into your apartment and commenting on all your belongings

Alastor just like sarcastically commenting on all your tech while Vox is thrilled you have things in common. You and Vox just deliberately using modern slang and pop culture lingo just to annoy him by saying shit he either can't understand, finds annoying, or both. Vox thumbing through your cds and chiding you for having older music in your collection while Alastor tells him he's too low intelligence to appreciate the classics and starts asking you about your tastes in more 'retro' things. The entire time both of them are looking at each other "try not to break anything you clumsy oaf" *meanwhile is picking up and touching all your shit himself*

And of course... imagine the drama if you reject them and they catch you out on the take for another man. They scour the city looking everywhere for you, even TEAMING UP because they want to find you that badly, and they find you in a club in some dude's lap dangerously wasted as you put your tongue down his throat. You're all but riding the dude to kiss him. And finally Alastor and Vox are agreeing on something! You're PEELED off that man and, wherever he goes you sure don't know because you're WASTED! You're just giggling and messing around, swirling your finger in circles on their arms/chests, "oh my gosh, itssssyouuuuu guys!! Heyyyyy!!!! Come have drinks with me and my new friends!!!" and you're just so drunk they're uncomfortable with it. Alastor is getting some unpleasant nostalgia and Vox is worried how many other people are in this club, having their eyes all over you, Lucifer only knows what all you've been up to

If they find you with hickies or some shit on your neck you basically lose Personhood Privileges. You're like. Getting carried out of there, Alastor's just scooping you up, "cmon darlin!" and you're so drunk you're just like "oh my gosh you're so strong ☺️🥰 wheeeeeee~" and, you're just drunkenly slurring and being chatty and asking them all kinds of questions (and maybe saying some real inappropriate shit that makes them nervous about leaving you alone or around other men), meanwhile they're, like, carting you off to one of Alastor's secret hideouts or Vox has a hidden apartment to get his own space away from the Vees, you're just getting toast and water and getting tucked in still really fucked up as they're doing everything from, Alastor dutifully removing all your makeup to Vox helping take off your shoes for them to tuck you into bed. You're just drunkenly purring with contentment as one of them throws a blanket over you and you're just nice and burrito'd up, already falling asleep

Imagine they're just about to leave the room and you're just, so quiet and soft and, "... that guy i was with... wouldnt take no for an answer, so... i was just... kissing him so he maybe would leave me alone... but then he kept asking for more... I don't know what I would've done if you guys hadn't shown up. Thank you" and just rolling over and conking out as both men stare at you like the shocked tails meme

By the time you're waking up, you're stumbling out of the bedroom to see them both still there with you, politely chatting over some coffee and scrambling up to you now that you're awake, leaving you more than just a little confused. Wait, the two of them are getting along now? Well, your little disappearing act and all the little stunts you've pulled made them realize that, they both individually have their own strengths and weaknesses, and, they even wound needing to work together to help you, and, really isn't that just so indicative of times to come? Clearly you DO need both of them, and, maybe just maybe if it's for your sake and safety, they can set their differences aside. Heck, maybe even teaming up to help find you and just, figure this whole mess out in general reminded both of them of old times. Maybe they even missed their old friend a little bit. Maybe if you get them drunk and horny enough you can even get them to make ou--

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #hh #yandere hellaverse #sinprompts

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saeivra · 2 months ago

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OH, MY GOODLOOKING BOY

synopsis: telling enhypen (hyungline) that you find them good looking!<3

warnings: fluff, face kisses (?) anything else lmk!

-LEE HEESEUNG-

You and Heeseung were in the middle of playing video games, and Heeseung's focus was ALL over the screen, not daring to take a break. But yours? Not so much. From his eyes to his jawline, you were eyeing him down. After dying and throwing his remote on the sofa, Heeseung noticed your gaze piercing through your eyes. "Babe? What's wrong? Something on my face?" "Nope...It's just.." "Just what?" you cupped his face in your hands, and kissed his forehead. "You're so cute..Good-looking, not to mention.." Heeseung immediately smiled and kissed you back "All that staring just to tell me I'm good-looking? Damn, I must be very cute then."

-PARK JEONGSONG-

Cooking with Jay was always fun. He found easy recipes online just to remake them time and time again with a cute twist on it. If was a special thing you two always loved to do. On today's menu, you both were frying some fish, coating it in batter, then powder, then frying it. "Jay! Look at the mess we've made!!" You pointed to all of the flour spilled on the table, all over your shirt and everything. "Oh....We should just-" He began to clean everything up, gently pushing you out of the way so he didn't hurt you. Cute. "What?" Jay asked, noticing your gaze. "Mmm..Nothing, your kinda cute when you're being useful." Jay chuckled "Am I not usually?" "Nope. You're usually good-looking, but cute? No. Not really" "Yeah yeah...Now are you gonna help me or not? This mess isn't gonna clean itself up!" He mumbled, shortly after kissing your nose "Sure.." You said, with a bright smile ear to ear

-SIM JAEYHUN-

Watching movies with Jake was always cozy. Like instinct, you both would cuddle up right next to each other and watch whatever movie in pure silence, occasionally pressing kisses to eachothers forehead, nose and lips. But the way Jake's side profile reflected off the light of the movie screen, it was captivating....Hard to look away..You found yourself staring with heart eyes, practically screaming that you're in love with him. "Baby you've been staring for over 10 minutes. Am I really that beautiful?" "Yes sir you are. Way too good-looking for my eyes I can't even focus!" You groaned, throwing up your hands in the air to prove a point. "Shhh..Focus on the movie baby hush" He shushed you, pressing his lips against your and faintly holding your hand, making you wish that you could have him forever, and never let go.

-PARK SUNGHOON-

Getting Sunghoon's makeup approval was almost a crucial thing in your daily life. Was this blush okay? Did it go well with my outfit? Sunghoon was there for every step of it, Spoiling you with his opinions and statements, Helping you feel truly comfortable putting on makeup. But Sunghoon puttting on makeup always upset you. Why did his already beautiful face need some? So today, you decided to tell him just that. "Hoon!" You called, eager to find him. "Yes, Y/N? Something wrong?" His eyes met yours as you removed the concealer from his hand. "Babe, seriously..Where are you gonna put this? Your fine face is already beautiful enough and not showered in blemishes like mine is..Baby you don't need it". Sunghoon smiled at you. "Really? Don't I tell you that every day? But you still put it on-" "Hoon! I'm serious, Your so good looking that everyone else could use it but you!! I swear there is no use for this!!" You whined, only for your whines to be shushed and for him to kiss your lips quiet. "Am I really that good looking you got into a hissy fit?" He chuckled while caressing your face

-LA FIN-

a/n: gonna let this simmer overnight🫡 i can't even call this a/n bc I ain't no author😭 also I'm so sorry that I put u thru reading this😭😭 but if you (rarely) enjoyed feel free to reblog and like! merci! :) not proof read

perm tl: @jayparked

#saeras-work!#enhypen fluff #sfw work

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hype-blue-fixation · 19 days ago

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So about that RadioRose song that was leaked? I don't know if it's legit or not BUT I WILL BE SO HYPE IF SO

As someone who immediately fell in love with RadioRose the moment I saw it, I cannot complain at all. There's still so much we don't know.

Maybe Rosie is actually keeping Alastor out of trouble and he's just a big pouty baby about it.

Maybe he needs someone to keep his "fun" under control.

Maybe in some weird twisted way he needs her to be like a second mom or he'd self destruct.

Idk. Their relationship doesn't particularly seem like he hates her. I get the sense that they are actually fond of each other, it's just that he gets mad at her when he had a little pride hissy fit.

He needs a mama figure to break him out of his prideful little ways. He needs to be humbled. And it feels like he's a little kid trying to fight and scream his way out of responsibility.

Idk that's just the vibe I got. Because again Rosie doesn't seem very hostile or brutish. And honestly that kind of dynamic is muah

#radiorose #rambles #hazbin hotel

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crimeronan · 5 months ago

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I know based on context clues that the conversation Eda and Raine are gonna have is an argument but I’m so in love with the idea of Raine showing up to the Owl House and seeing how much better off Eda’s doing now with the most obvious smug face ever because “I told you she was a good kid and you adore herrrrr.” Like I get that important serious conversations are going to happen but also Raine deserves to be a little smug about this

OH DON'T WORRY I'M PLANNING FOR RAINE TO GET TO BE SMUG DJSJSJ. and also for them to Probably work some shit out, like, after they're done arguing.

potential fic spoilers if anyone cares about those i guess, but. eda just comes in hot with "so luz is crazy" and raine is Immediately put on the defensive like "she is fucking not. don't talk about her that way" while eda's like "oh yeah?? how about YOU don't talk about stuff you know nothing about" and it... escalates from there.

just. hissy cats all the way down. waow.

but they both DO love luz and they're actually not fundamentally opposed in terms of, like, common goals. or what they think is wrong. or how they feel about each other.

....they just need to have a really stupid semantic argument first.

#crucially imo neither of them is wrong theyre just talking past each other #raine hears 'luz is unstable/dangerous/a liability that needs to be controlled'#eda hears 'i'm in total denial about the severity of this situation and don't care to do anything about it'#both are completely reasonable to respond to these things with hey. one question. the fuck is wrong with you #i love insane old people with problems #<-my raeda tag but like. Particularly apt here.#replies #toh #princess luz au #raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #luz noceda

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caesarhamato22 · 1 year ago

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can i get some NSFW headcanons or a lil fic about DK with a more submissive fem reader? love ur stuff <33 DK needs more love

Absolutely, you can!

I wasn't sure how submissive you wanted the reader, or how dominant you wanted DK, so I hope this will suffice!

Mine

Donkey Kong X Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: Donkey Kong loves you, his wonderful submissive girlfriend who taught him how to up his game in the bedroom. Let's see how much he's learnt.

Warnings: Language, fingering, oral, overstimulation, doggy style p in v, being manhandled (with love ;)), praise, slight degrading (?), orgasm denial, pussy slapping.

Headcanons:

• DK is strong. He can, and will, carry you anyway and anywhere he wants. As stated in the warnings, you WILL be manhandled (lovingly <3).

• He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to be very degrading, but the first thing you noticed was that he was the kind of guy to say phrases like "you like that?" and that was it.

• But don't worry. You taught him well.

• All the phrases you liked, all the positions you preferred, you let him know.

• At first, he may have been offended? His ego could've possibly been hurt because he thought he was the BEST.

• He made you cum, no doubt about it.

• But you knew he needed some tips.

• After his little hissy fit, he accepted your notes.

• Jeez, was he doing THAT much wrong?

• Not technically.

• He could've just been doing it better.

• He tried the phrases you liked, and even added some of his own, hoping they'd turn you on.

• Before your advice? They would've been okay. Although, they wouldn't have made you writhe from just his words.

• But after some practice?

• Some trail and error?

• He occasionally didn't even need to take your clothes off for him to make you cum.

• But the times where he wanted to give you more?

• He gave you everything.

• He loves overstimulating you. He would, of course, stop immediately if you used the safe word.

• You rarely did.

• He knew how much you wanted, and how much you needed.

• He loves when you moan his name.

• The first time you begged breathlessly, "please, don't stop..."

• He was on CLOUD. FUCKING. NINE. MASSIVE ego boost.

• After countless ;) times of him noticing how you melted against his movements more and more each time, he became more adventurous.

• You were never shy about being on the more submissive side. You loved when he took control. And you let him know that.

• It took a few tries for him to know how you liked to be fucked.

• He eventually realised that you like to be fucked.

• Was it always his aim to make sure you couldn't walk afterwards?

• Not always.

• Was it a common goal?

• Perhaps.

• Did he succeed?

• Absolutely.

It was painfully obvious when DK wanted something, especially from you. He'd drop massive hints, or he'd just flat out ask. Occasionally, he'd run his hands over your curves, squeezing tenderly while planting gentle kisses over your shoulders and down your back, eventually leading into a heated make out and/or him fucking you so hard that your legs ache for days after.

Y'know. Just casual activities like that.

At the end of a lazy day, like all other lazy days, you and DK were relaxing in your room, resting side by side on your large bed. After DK had started sleeping at your place more often, you got a bigger bed, just for you and him. With you on your stomach, and him on his side next to you, you both sat in comfortable silence, occupied by your own gadgets and hobbies.

DK glanced over to you, studying your figure as if he hadn't seen you with no clothes during multiple occasions. A sly smile crept onto his face when his eyes landed on the dip in your lower back and the curve of your ass. His cheeks turned slightly red at the sight of your bare legs, your heels crossed, as all you wore was an oversized t-shirt that was soaked at the shoulders from your wet hair, half-dry from your recent shower.

He knew you weren't wearing undergarments.

You rarely did after a shower. Especially if you weren't going anywhere.

DK was so glad you weren't going anywhere.

Casually, he kneeled beside you and ran a hand down your back, over your shirt. As you sighed in contentment, his grip became firmer down your sides, passing the hem of your shirt and grazing your hip, then stopping at your thigh.

His hand reversed it's movements, pressing against your thigh and up to your hip, but going under your shirt instead of over.

Whatever you had previously been focused on had been casted aside. You released another sigh of relaxation as DK positioned himself over you, leaving room for his hands to explore freely.

Once his other hand had joined in, running under your shirt, eager to embrace the warmth or your slightly damp skin, both his hands ran over your stomach and cupped your breasts. He held them sweetly and leaned down to kiss your neck. He rested his face there for a moment, savouring the scent of your freshly washed hair.

Was that vanilla? Yes, vanilla with coconut. His favourite.

You knew him too well.

As he lowered himself to hover over your thighs, your legs twisted tightly to hide the heat building between them. Instinctively, you pressed your behind against him, desperate for him to do something. You knew whatever he had planned would leave you breathless, you just wanted to know what that would be.

You moaned softly in return to his massive hands becoming tight around your boobs, his lips brushed against your ear with a soft groan, "baby..."

You leaned onto your crossed elbows in front of you, smiling while giving him a side glance.

His hands squeezed your chest one more time, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples delicately. You made a quick sharp inhale through your nose as the sensation was gone as quick as it had hit you.

DK let his hands guide themselves, one to cup your pussy while the other gently slapped and gripped your bare behind, all while his hips moved tauntingly against you.

You moaned quietly, not daring to show weakness. Both DK's hands tightened, causing the moan to escape you just a tad bit louder, loud enough to cause your boyfriend to wickedly smirk at you. He ran one of his fingers through your folds, just grazing your clit.

"Already wet? And I barely had to touch you." His deep voice lingered in your mind. His finger explored just slightly deeper. "Can I please touch you?"

Like an instinct, his finger was on your bud, massaging gently. You mouth hung open for a moment before you buried your face into your arms with a nod.

DK's free hand was brought to your hair. His fingers tangled through your hair, pulling gently to make you face forward. He leaned over you, kissing your jawline while eyeing you. You turned your head and kissed him eagerly.

With his other hand, his fingers pushed deeper into your wet cunt, all while playing with your clit and kissing you hungrily. You whimper at the pressure, which only caused him to deepen the kiss, and his fingers.

Your moans against his lips grew as your body held onto any sign of a building orgasm.

But just as your legs shook the smallest amount, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

"You didn't think I'd let you let you off that easily, did you?"

You tried to look at him, a hint of confused and slight frustration were seen. DK only smiled and slid his hands over your hips, gently pulling your ass closer to him.

"Please tell me you're gonna fuck me..." It was a beg. You weren't afraid to beg anymore. Both you and DK found it hot. Really fucking hot.

Win-Win.

"Not yet, gorgeous." He held your hips tighter, leaning over to kiss your back. "I deserve some fun, don't I?" His mumbles tickled your back, causing you to shiver.

"Hurry up." You gasped and groaned when you felt his hand firmly pat your pulsing clit, his other hand pulling your hip roughly. "Please...!"

"Good girl." His hands lifted you slightly by your hips, bringing you higher until your pussy was level with his mouth. Your back arched as your lower body was dragged upwards. You leaned your forearms on the bed while he guided your feet to hook on his shoulders for support.

Although, it wouldn't matter much if you had fallen.

If you let go, DK would hold on. And he would keep going for as long as he pleased.

It was the teasing kisses on your inner thighs that made you quiver. So gentle and ticklish, it was almost too much. His hums hovered around your vulnerable cunt, just a couple inches from his mouth.

He held you still while your reddened face look straight ahead, upwards, downwards, side to side, anywhere to distract you from the building urge.

"Kong, please hurry," you pleaded. You felt his kisses pause on one thigh before he moved to the next, instead planting hickeys so close to your core. Hickeys that only he was allowed to see.

Were they yelps or sounds of pleasure? Even when you were the one to make the sounds, you weren't so sure. You didn't have much time to deliberate before DK's tongue slid through your folds, flicking your clit while his hums acted as a gentle vibration.

Trying to push closer against his mouth was useless while he held your hips in place. Thankfully, he knew how needy you were, and replied to your muffled moans by eating you out like you knew he could.

Putting all his effort and taunting in and around your pussy while you shook at the constant edging.

Sucking, slowing down, kissing, pulling back.

Oh, it was agony.

Pure, furious, painful agony.

And you wanted more.

"Oh god... Dee, I..." You covered your mouth when he finally pulled your needy pussy against his mouth, sucking deep while simultaneously giving sweet attention to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as your thighs tightened around his head, only pulling him in more when your orgasm was right there. Trying to hide the effect he had on you, your moans were muffled against your hand, knowing if you pulled your hand away, DK's ego would inflate from your cries of pleasure.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, that's exactly what DK wanted to happen.

His actions ceased when he sensed your attempt at silencing yourself.

He pulled back and lowered you down to be flat on the bed once more. You hand fell from your mouth as you panted lightly. Annoyance crept up from the second time your sweet release was snatched away from you.

You had no time to think, no time to argue once Kong grabbed your hips and slammed into you, thrusting fast and rough. Your hands reached for anything to hold to steady yourself while your body quivered at every thrust.

"You're a bit impatient aren't you?" He grunted through each movement, maintaining speed and force. "Wanting to be fucked so bad. It's cute."

Your gasps matched his rhythm, eventually turning into choked moans while your mouth stayed open, lost in the building pleasure.

"Come on, sweets," he leaned over, his chest hovering over your back as his hand snaked down passed your stomach. "Please let me hear you." His fingers rubbed gentle circles on your bud. You gasped and closed your mouth to conceal a moan that could still be heard.

One of his hands held wrapped under you to hold your shoulder, keeping you still, while his other hand stimulated your clit, eliciting high-pitched moans from your lips that matched his thrusts.

"Atta, girl," he groaned. "There you go." His attention was on all his movements. Keeping up the speed and pressure, desperately wanting to make you cum, just like he had many times before.

"Dee-" You tried to say his name, since you knew he loved when you moaned it, but the pleasure increased, finally pushing you through an overwhelming, full, orgasm. Your whimpers and cries reached his ears, making his smirk against the back of your neck.

"Fuck," he grunted, the roughness of his pounding staying consistent. "You feel so fucking good..." His plants just two gentle kisses before focusing back on his hips and hands.

Overstimulation slowly found you. You quivered and shook from the ache of your overused clit and DK's cock fucking you mercilessly. You face pressed against the pillow with a dazed expression, another orgasm replacing the previous one.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Your eyes widened and you tried to speak, but weakened mumbles were all you could produce.

"You're gonna have to use your words, gorgeous."

You replied the same way, this time with an ever so quiet, "no.."

DK removed his hand from your clit and slapped it lightly, just enough to make you jolt with a whimper. "Can't hear you~"

"Don't stop," you groaned, barely able to move with his cock deep in your cunt and his other hand still holding your shoulder.

He pulled out and pounded into you once. "Say please."

"Please! Please, don't stop-!" You whined and lift your face off the pillow, leaning on your shaky forearms. DK kept his length deep in you as he leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder.

Benefits of him being seven fucking feet tall.

"Look at me." He watched your head slowly turn sideways to face him. He eyed your lips and you eyed his. "I love you."

You released a shaky breath, thinking back to the multiple orgasms he had given you on this day alone. "I can tell." You smiled. DK couldn't help but laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck as comfortably as he could.

You felt his laugh lessen as his lips trailed gentle kisses down your spine while he adjusted his position to hold you firmly. With his hands going to your hips, he slowly leaned back up. You felt his hips slowly grind against you, moving his cock gently in your cunt.

You groaned lowly, burying your face into the pillow once more. "Kong, baby, I don't mean to rush you but can you please hurry up and make me cum."

He laughed deeply, his hands tightening on your hips.

"Glad to know you finally learnt some manners."

He pulled out and pushed back in, bringing back the intense pleasure that was temporarily put to the side. Your moans returned, louder than before, as DK put all his effort into fucking you mercilessly.

Your knuckles turned white from your grip on the sheets. Your cries of ecstasy were let out as your lower body became numb to the pleasure.

While his speed increased, DK leaned over you, his weight on one hand beside you. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding your limp lower body against him.

"Fuck, take me so well." His own moans started to seep through.

Weak whimpers and whines, your voice was like a melody to him, encouraging him to keep going. Your grip on the sheets falter once you start seeing stars, yet another orgasm hitting you.

"Dee..." You whispered with whine.

How he was able to fuck you like this, for so so long, you will never know.

"Almost there, baby." He leaned to kiss your back once or twice before focusing back on his movements. "Oh god, you're doing so well.." He moaned deeply, feeling himself about to finish.

"Dee, I..." You slurred, you were numb, overwhelmed and exhausted from the intense pleasure coursing through your entire body.

Tapping out or saying the safe-word wasn't a common thing for you. It certainly wasn't a thing at all for DK. He always knew when you had had enough, but he also knew that you were stubborn. You liked to be pushed passed your limits, and DK was happy to assist you.

But there have been a couple times, only a couple, where you thought you could take more, but you ended up almost passing out.

He had felt so ridiculously guilty for getting lost in his own game, stopping immediately when you weren't able to respond. Those nights changed into pure aftercare and relaxation with him asking you if you needed anything.

DK made sure to watch and listen to how you were taking everything he gave you, to make sure that those incidents rarely, or never (if he could help it) happened again.

"Holy shi-" His voice and breath shook. "Fuck, baby, I'm..."

His thrusts slowed the smallest amount before he pulled out, letting his cum soak into the sheets. He quickly jerked off, shooting out his load as he watched your body collapse on the bed. His other hand pat your ass, grabbing firmly with a smile and a pant.

He let go of his used cock before moving up to lay next to you, gingerly pulling you to rest on top of him. You panted heavily. Strands of your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. DK stroked your hair back and shuffled to let you relax comfortably.

He couldn't hide a small laugh. "You okay?"

You could only groan in response. His eyes narrowed slightly. He tilted your head as he looked down at you with a twinge of concern.

He knew you liked it rough. He knew you liked to be challenged. You had told him you loved it when he took control, teasing and edging you without mercy. He loved it, truly. Occasionally he'd get lost in the pleasure, but he'd never dream of harming you.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked seriously.

You blinked a couple times and faced him as well as you could and reached a hand to hold his face with a breathy laugh. "No, babe, you didn't hurt me." He smiled and let out a shaky breath of relief. Your head fell back on his chest with your hand still holding his face. "You just fucked me... really good."

He pulled you up closer so your face was back in front of his. "You weren't so bad either." He glanced at your lips as his hands trailed down your back.

You got comfortable in your new position. "If you count not doing anything and almost blacking out then, yeah, I did great." You leaned your face closer to his.

DK pulled you in for a kiss with a heartfelt smile, a laugh low in his chest. You kissed back, holding his face with your gentle hands. He held you close by your waist, deepening the embrace.

You mumble against his lips, "and I love you too… but I think I need another shower, now.”

Yeah, he was pretty good.

This took longer than expected.

ALSO, this is my first smut where I make the Reader more submissive, so please tell me know if you have any critiques <3

I'm working on another request now!

See you there!

#donkey kong #donkey kong x reader #x reader #headcanons #fanfiction #requests

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girlfromthecrypt · 1 year ago

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It's so hot here that my roommate started shedding his skin. [Short horror story/nosleep]

Marco and I have been living together for over two years now. We never had any issues with our arrangement. We work together to keep the apartment clean, rent gets paid on time and in full every month, and I believe we've actually evolved into being friends over time. Therefore, these problems we've been having really threw me off guard.

It started when Marco staunchly refused to leave his room. I wasn't exactly worried at first. Our area has recently been hit by an extreme heatwave, and since we don't have an AC, I figured Marco locked himself in with a bunch of electric fans. When I went to knock on his door, I could hear them whirring on the other side. It weirded me out that he didn't answer immediately, though. After waiting a couple seconds, I chalked it up to him being asleep, but just as I was about to turn and leave, he called out to me. "Jen?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't dead. "Yeah, it's me! Just wanted to ask if everything's alright."

"Sure, I'm, uh… great."

His voice gave me pause. It sounded unusual, un*like* him. It was garbled and had an almost hissy quality to it. "You going to the store?"

"Yeah," I answered, trying not to make my discomfort known. "Need anything?"

"Can you get me a sixpack and a bag of ice, maybe?"

I told him I would and upon my return, I found a twenty lying on the floor by his doorframe. "Keep the change," Marco shouted.

I placed the items he'd ordered where his money had been and left, hoping things would be back to normal the following day. Perhaps Marco had caught a heatstroke working outside and that's all there was to it. Temperatures aren't normally that high where we live, so nobody's used to this kind of weather. The day after was a Sunday, and I made breakfast for the two of us like I did every week. Unlike every week, however, Marco wasn't waiting in the kitchen for it to be finished.

At first, I hollered for him to come out and eat with me, but when he didn't answer, I carried a plate of pancakes over to his room. I knocked, then asked into the silence whether he wanted any. I received no response, so I set aside the plate and banged both fists against his door. Still nothing. Both irritated and uneasy, I tried the doorhandle. My roommate and I are very respectful of each other's privacy, and I would never do so if it wasn't a pressing matter. It didn't amount to anything either way. Marco had locked himself in. He was definitely there, though. I heard his chair squeak.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "I can call a doctor, or…"

I trailed off when I saw a note being slid through the crack beneath the door right at my feet. I bent down to pick it up. It was in Marco's handwriting, but decidedly messy; like he'd been in a great hurry and practically spewed ink onto the paper.

*Hey Jen, I'm fine but my throat hurts so I can't talk. I'm sorry but I'm not coming out, I don't want to pass it on to you. I don't need a doctor, I bet I'll be fine in a couple days. Don't worry, ok?*

I frowned at the note, but took the news in stride. What else could I do? I told Marco I'd leave the pancakes outside for him, and not long after I'd returned to the living room, I could hear him dragging the plate inside. I found myself rather missing Marco's presence around the apartment. Three days went by without me catching so much as a glimpse of him. I'd have to walk past his door to get to the bathroom, and I would hear him playing the weather report on his little TV inside every time. On the fourth morning, I found another note, this time on the fridge.

*Hey Jen, I'm going out to see my mom. Be back in a week.*

What the fuck? First he's sick, now he's going on a trip. I was beyond confused. I tried to call him, but he didn't pick up. That wasn't really a surprise. Marco is one of those people who don't ever really use their cell phone. Most of the time, he doesn't even have it on him. Nevertheless, it only added to my growing concerns. Another two days passed and I didn't hear a thing from my roommate. I tried once more to call him when I got off work, just in case. It was already nighttime and Marco normally went to bed quite early, so I didn't really expect him to pick up. And he didn't.

Instead I heard a familiar ringtone coming from his room. It only lasted a few seconds before stopping abruptly, like it had been turned off in a hurry. My stomach sank when the realization set in. Why in the world would he lie to me? This didn't make any sense. The whole situation had the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but despite this, I began heading towards Marco's room. His door looked eerie in the dim lamplight of the hallway. I inched closer, hand outstretched to jiggle the handle. Locked. Of course.

"Marco?" I tried, pressing my ear up to the wood. "What's going on?"No answer. I could hear a squeaking noise coming from inside, like a chair being moved."What the fuck, man," I said, stifling the tremor in my voice. "You're clearly in there, I don't understand…"

That's when I had an idea. There were spare keys to all the rooms in a drawer in the living room cabinet. Neither of us had ever used them before, but there they were.

"Marco, if you're not gonna talk to me, then I'm coming in," I declared with all the determination I could muster. He didn't respond.

"I'm serious, I'm getting the spare and then I'm coming in."

Silence.

I bit my lip, turned on my heel and headed for the living room. My heart was thundering in my chest when I returned with the key. I crammed it into the hole with shaking fingers, turning it once, then twice.

*Click.*

I swallowed, steeling myself before I pushed down the handle and nudged the door open. The motion was accompanied by a drawn-out creaking noise that reminded me I should oil the hinges sometime. With my pulse thrumming in my ears, I entered the darkness beyond the threshold. I couldn't see anything except the limited areas that were illuminated by the ceiling lamp shining in from the hallway. In vain I groped around for the lightswitch, then I decided to give up and just proceed. Something stopped me from going back and grabbing a flashlight. I simply had a feeling I shouldn't turn my back on that room.

Both arms outstretched, I ventured further inside, feeling around for Marco's desk. Soon enough, my palms met with the smooth, hard wood and I braced myself against it almost desperately. "Marco?" I asked, an intangible fear compelling me to whisper. My hands started roaming the surface in front of me. I could feel his laptop, powered off and shut, his mousepad and a set of pens and pencils. Then I moved on to the chair. I flinched when I made contact with something dry and soft hanging over it. At first I thought it was a t-shirt, but the fabric felt almost like extremely thin baking paper. I continued to stroke it, and as my hand went down what was presumably the neckhole, I found that it was warm and damp.

Disgusted, I withdrew from the surely sweat-soaked piece of clothing. Remembering Marco's small desk lamp, I mentally palmed my face for not looking for it sooner. It didn't take me long to locate the switch. As the small light came on, its beam fell onto what I'd *thought* to be a shirt, causing me to recoil in shock. It was skin.

There was an entire fucking skinsuit slung over the back of the chair. It was like a snake's shedding, except tan and pink and human-shaped, with two arms and two legs and a tear in the back from which its wearer must have emerged. The remnants of the face dangled from the ragged neck-scrap, and it looked like the dried remains of one of those cosmetic gel masks. I stared at it for a moment, my eyes bulging and my heart in my throat before I started to violently gag. I clung to the edge of the desk for dear life, trying to keep my thoughts in order.

And that's when I heard it. A garbled, distorted hiss coming from right above me. I whipped my head up just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure scuttling across the ceiling and disappearing into the hallway at an inhuman speed. My mind raced, but before I could think of anything better to do, my feet were already carrying me out the door. I burst into the living room, my face burning as panic spread throughout my body. Inwardly, I was yelling at myself to get out, to leave this place while I still could. Despite this, I followed the sound of dishes rattling into the kitchen.

I hastily flicked on the lights and started looking around for the source of the noise. My stomach was churning and beads of cold sweat ran down my face. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that whatever had been hiding in the shadows could be none other than Marco.

Marco, who was somehow able to walk on the ceiling, who had shed his skin and deposited it on the chair at his desk. Marco, who I'd been living with for two years, who had always been kind and friendly and open, who never argued when it was his turn to clean or take the trash out. Marco, who most definitely wasn't human.

Marco…

Marco was staring at me. I could feel his gaze burning holes into my side. I turned to the right, slowly raising my eyes to the kitchen cupboard. Cowering on top of it, not unlike a wild cat, was my roommate. He had pressed himself against the wall, flattening himself to the cabinet on all fours like a master contortionist. His entire body was of a dripping, aggravated scarlet. His face was bright red, his eyes bulging out of his head; it looked as though the lids were missing. Marco's lips had thinned and receded so his gums were on display—I'd never realized how large his teeth were. Dampened brown curls clung to his neck and temples. Rooted to the spot, all I could do was stare at this thing that my friend had turned into.

He—it—stared back, that same hissing sound emanating from somewhere deep in its throat. Slowly but surely, it loosened from its rigidity and began crawling towards me, sticking to the ceiling like an enormous anthropomorphic gecko. The fluids coating Marco's pink body dripped onto the floor in front of me. I must have forgotten how to breathe altogether. My tongue was bone dry, like a dead leaf lying limp inside my mouth.

"Marco," I muttered. "Marco, this is you, right?"

A rumble rolled from his chest, something akin to a growl.

I raised both my hands, taking a step back as he advanced. "You're okay! I swear," I stammered. "I'm not gonna tell. Whatever this is, I promise I'm not gonna tell."

He stopped and cocked his head, neck cracking. His mouth fell open and his tongue dropped out. It was twice as long as humanly possible. I stifled a shudder, keeping my hands up and forcing myself to assume a soothing expression. "Everything's okay. Stop growling. You know me. We live together. I make you breakfast on Sundays and it's your turn to take the trash out tomorrow."

Marco closed his mouth. He crept over to the left wall and began descending, movements fast and spider-like. Once more standing on two feet, he started walking towards me, step by step, the soles of his skin-stripped feet creating a wet slapping sound on the smooth clean floor. I dropped my arms, focusing on keeping my breathing steady until he finally came to a stop in front of me. "You're okay," I repeated. "You're alright. Can you still hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

A nod. Then, he opened his mouth, forcibly shaping the growls and hissing noises into distorted, almost intelligible words.

"My kind is sensitive to heat."

#writeblr #horror fiction #amwriting #horror story #short story #one off #my fiction #my writing #original fiction #original writing #original characters #dark fiction #creepy stories #horror #nosleep author #nosleep

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destinygoldenstar · 2 months ago

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Disventure Camp Character Impressions *Compilation* (Part 3)

<< Part 2

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DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT CAUSING JAKE'S ELIMINATION THIS EPISODE. (I hope)

I'm pretty certain it's not him this episode. He's not a target for anybody, at least for now. That and I think it's gonna be Lilly this episode, so...

Yeah. I'm playing my heading card smart this time. King deserves it from last episode.

...oh god what if I DID cause his elimination?

"Goddammit Golden! Why'd you put me in the heading, huh?!"

Okay, okay, I'm calming down, I'm calming down...

GOD. DAMN. IT. ME.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT JAKE IN THE HEADING!

I KILLED HIS GRANDMA!!

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!

Jake, if you hate me for this, I understand. I deserve it.

"Why won't you take the slay pass?!"

"Because slaying killed my grandma, okay?!"

(I'm sorry)

Also YEAH, they DIDN'T send the smartest spy.

Cause hum diddly hum, I wonder which one among the cast is the impostor? Maybe it's the one guy who never shows his face.

ALSO, he SAW Tom running.

"He didn't see me! I was wearing black! And I was out in the night! I was practically Batman!" (Tom)

"Yeah but you stick out like a sore thumb during the day and in the sun." (Jake)

"BUT IT'S THE SUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN" (Tom)

"And if your team wins, you can do the same."

"You can save me from Fiore using the pen! And I'll be free! It'll be a glorious victory!"

In dream land where everything works out perfectly, that's what happens.

Even Fiore is like "I'm glad I'm not your child!"

Gabby's the representative, as we established.

"I wanted to use the slay pass you gave me last episode, Golden!"

I'll give it to you sweetie. Use it for whoever. If you want to slay Fiore with it, go right ahead.

"How did this happen? I went from being in the worst position to deciding the vote! It feels good to have this power."

Ellie... this is gonna sound really bad, but... I can't trust you with a slay pass.

"What do you mean Golden isn't on my side?!"

"Remember when you vote me out at the first day?!"

"AND HERE I AM. REVENGE IS MINE."

"Gabby has a red marker. She will write the name of one of you and when I read the name of that one unlucky contestant, that person is immediately out!"

"It was a slay pass granted from Golden to Gabby because whoever Gabby hates probably deserves it."

Why does she look so evil?

"See, that's why you have bad taste Golden. All the favs you picked are evil and/or have serious issues!"

I feel like it would be hilarious if Gabby wrote Fiore's name.

Ellie would be like, "See, that's what makes me the swing vote! Good or Evil? I choose NEITHER."

"Not to throw a hissy fit, but this is seriously unfair!"

I feel like Ashley is saying that to ME specifically.

"GOLDEN YOU LUNATIC REACTIONARY! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ANYONE A SLAY PASS WILLY NILLY?! AND IT CAME AT THE EXPENSE OF ME!"

"It had some cool stuff that we can apply to the game!"

"It mentioned this 'Heather' person, who betrayed her alliances, abused her alliance members, and sabotaged a relationship!"

"Then there's 'Alejandro', who flirted with everybody and betrayed everybody, and also sabotaged relationships!"

"...I'm seeing a pattern."

"I'm here if you need anything."

I can't imagine how it's like for Tom. I don't think he was imagining getting close with someone just cause of the spy profession.

"I like this boy, I want to be around him and help him out."

"Now don't worry about getting us breakfast today, I will get us the usual."

Idk how I like the sound of that tbh. XD

I just imagine Tom coming back and calling everyone to the meal. "BREAKFAST IS READY!!!"

...and it's just char XD

No not Grett changing her facial expression from that!

"I smell gay! I didn't ask for that in my coffee this morning!"

"Do you like him?"

*Covers mouth to hold back the giddy noise from my mouth*

*Failing*

Oh my god she's actually going there! I did not expect that.

"Uh... maybe. He's just really good as a person towards me and I feel like we're really opening up to each other, you know? It's not that deep... maybe we'd go out for Chinese sometime. Maybe we'd catch a movie together."

"But it's only a matter of time before her little cry-baby bonding session turns into an alliance."

"Oh boo hoo, my loves ones died! Who gives a shit?! UGH, people who mourn the dead are SO ANNOYING!!"

He really is not subtle, is he?

"I don't want to be in a relationship or push it further, but I didn't say I can't crush!" (Jake)

Tom's like "Why you pressing your hands like that?" (Tom)

"I'm a wittle scawed of the bullets..." (Jake)

Oh shit here we go...

"Golden told be awhile back to tell you something very important!"

This is gonna be so ugly. Jake is gonna be HURT.

"I get hurt and traumatized by my ex! I lose my grandma! AND NOW THIS SHIT. I CAN'T CATCH A BREAK!"

"She said you were the one who voted Drew because, get this, he found out you were a spy?!"

NO TOM YOU CAN'T ACT?!?!

I mean I don't think he should lie any further, but...

"I can explain!! It's not what you think!!!"

"Yeah... just one of the rafts broke my bamboo."

"And also hit me in the face. I was lucky not to drown."

"No I'm fine. I think tonight's decision will be an easy one."

ELLIE YOU'RE GONE.

"Golden put me in the heading! That MUST mean I'm safe!"

They're STILL pissed.

Miriam is gonna come to me like, "Golden, you're having Toxic Yaoi for dinner tonight."

DEAR GOD JAKE.

"THIS IS MY DIVORCE PAPER!"

Dammit, why'd he have to be an asshole, huh?

NO SHOT THEY BOTH THREW JUST CAUSE THEY WERE SO PISSED WITH EACH OTHER

"AND NOW YOU VOTE FOR ME?! WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME?!"

Continued In Part 4 >>

#disventure camp #disventure camp jake #disventure camp tom #disventure camp ellie #disventure camp fiore #disventure camp trevor #disventure camp gabby #disventure camp ashley #disventure camp alec #disventure camp grett #disventure camp miriam

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k0k1ch1111 · 9 months ago

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Plsss tell us about ur oc Hoshiko!

AGH!!! AAA!

Alr alr lemme copy the info I just edited into the previous post and then I can add extra !!!

This is a dice insert oc so main part IA about her and ouma ♡♡

Tgey met when they were both 8, hoshiko was making a mad dash away from her old orphanage and she jumped a wall and her dress got caught on a point part of the fence and when she ran she fell face first into his back and knocked him over onto the floor and almost got trampled by the other dice members She literally looks up from the ground and sees herself surrounded by a bunch of 7-12 year Olds in creepy clown masks and basically clutches her purse thinking she's gonna be robbed amd starts freaking the fuck out like "DONT TELL THEM I RAN AWAY PLEAXE DONT TAKE ME BACK I DONT WANNA GO!" ans starts spiraling into oblivion while ouma (8) is like stomping his feet throwing a hissy fit over her knocking her over and knocking his mask offMeanwhile some of the older (12 yr old) members are helping separate them hoshiko looks at him and is like oh my GOD he's so cool!?!??! (He isnt) she makes an attempt to ask who they are and gets a response of like "were a SECRET EVIL CRIME GROUP and were SUUUPER BAD so you CANT JOIN US 😡😡" and he makes them all run away, but forgets his silly little mask. Which she grabs and stashes in her bag, then runs after them Once she catches up she basically has been yelling after them for like 10 minutes so her voice is honestly kinda shot and she like whisper screams "you forgot ur scary mask thing!!!!" To which she gets a like begrudging "ugh... thanks :///" because In my opinion ouma is very picky when it comes to friends, it's either love or hate and she hasn't made it on the good list yet so all she was is a stranger who PUSHED HIM!! (Faceplanted)She she looks around at this group of people and suddenly tye urge to join them.hits her like a brick and she immediately asks if she can be their friend (which earns her a few smiles) and ouma kinda just... glares at her like :/// what do you add to the group ://///Little does anyone rlly know she's a very talented little pickpocket and she does a little rudimentary trick and steals something outta his pocket and that's her ticket in :>

Ok now onto more

Her first true friends in dice were 2 of the girls from the dice portrait in v3 (brown hair girl and blonde twintail girl. I named them Mika and Yui.)

She rlly wanted to get along with ouma but he made an effort t9 avoid her for a few days after she joined bc he was still annoyed that she made him trip and look stupid

He kinda started seeing her as a talented liar and a good person to be around when she started showing admiration for him

Like when she was designing her little uniform she decided to wear her scarf like he does because "it's suuuuper cool :]"

she proved herself to be a good thief and a pretty good liar so she ended up being the go to for schemes when her and ouma became friends

She has a very codependent personality so she puts like all her trust in him (mistake)

Other members warn her about it but she's already too deep in and starts mirroring his personality until it sets in and they're super similar to each other

Some silly little details I think about with her and ouma specifically

After they get close and hoshi becomes more of his like. Right hand man / second in command they end up talking a lot

Ik it's cliche as hell but they don't rlly lie that much to each other bc they can see through eachothwts bullshiy there's no point

As more group members join they try and split responsibility over like. Group chores.

They both have a commanding presence so whenever they like. Sneak into an abandoned apartment complex for shelter they kinda split responsibility with how to organize it

Theyre kinda sibling like but they aren't rlly related they just look similar

She has an insane amount of shit on him it's not even funny

Id love to write more silly hcs or stuff about her in her respective KG at a later point ♡♡

#oc #danganronpa fangan #kokichi ouma #phantom lore #Phantom asks :]#hoshiko kimura #Talking about her is so fun #It makes me so giggle and kick my feet #I grin like a moron

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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Alright, Luce! You asked, and you shall receive! *cracks knuckles*

So, first of all, I love how easy their new routine is by now. Sure Moon doesn't need to help Robin up, but both of them want that touch, and just because it's not needed doesn't mean it's not appreciated. Just like their relationship forming, the small gestures help take the effort off the smallest things~

And how they just refer to home! So happy that it's exactly the same place they'll be returning to! Their home. For both of them and because of each of them.

And pfffff, I love them both making lighthearted fun of Sun's own antics. Like Sunny, my beloved, please XD Haha, it's good to know they just have this comfortable dynamic and I don't doubt Sun returns any teasing in kind

And ahhhh, I love that Robin just already knows them so well! It's so very sweet that they immediately pick up on the crowd and get concerned about Moon's comfort! But I'm laughing so much at the approach. Robin, hey you get a reward when we surpass this less than ideal conditions. Moon suddenly doesn't care about the conditions and wants to get home to receive his reward. Then gets annoyed at the crowd for stalling said reward and goes "Nope. Screw waiting. Want reward now" Nevermind that it's not quite a reward in that case but details, details.

I mean, Moon did spend pining a lot in the past, Robin should have known that if the offer included them he wasn't going to be very patient lkghdfskj Self-restraint? Moon broke up with her, doesn't even know her anymore XD

And then we get to the fun part!

Hand half entangled in hair half cupping their face? My, mister, what big hands you have there! (aka I see you).

Oh and he starts with the nipping, getting the teeth and the claws out immediately because he knows. He knows them so well by now and he's making it known, and also he can literally feel how correct he is going by Robin's pulse~

And he just keeps going for all the week spots huh? The trailing fingers on the marks left by clothes because he knows it must be sensitive

And the whole thing about the "still talking" line? Ohoho. And Robin wanting to get more by being a brat? Ohoho!

And! The shirt! He really just ripped that bit of the collar off so easily huh!!! Very- very normal about that yes!

(Actually very normal about all of it, definitely not having to reread to be able to comment and not get distracted, what are you talking about)

Makes sense Robin is clinging to him by now, very hard to stand firmly on the ground with all that's happening there.

But then we also go back to very sweet, with Robin wanting to kiss him too. Give him all that love and attention he also deserves, (though I think there must be also very satisfied to have them like feeling like putty in his arms ghñakh).

And haha I don't think there's much I can say about the last lines of the fic when they say it all sñfdhfñhaf other than I'm very glad to see Moon taking his self appointed duty to make sure Robin gets a good rest veeeeery seriously~

After the delay of work and cryptid sightings insanity, I get to this!

Scratch an Itch (And You) for context!

And yeah!! It was a lot of fun to just depict this normal for them, by then not even all that new anymore! They settled in it, and it's home just like the duplex, and I love letting them enjoy the domesticity of it all. They help each other even when it's not an emergency, but simply because they want to, no matter how small the burden they lift off their partner's shoulders. They're comfortable, and secure!! And I love showing that <3

Same with the Sun teasing! Like, sure, Y/N held back before, but then it's just too fun not to share, and besides, Sun may pretend to be miffed, and play that up - crossing his arms, looking up with a "hmph", but he knows they enjoy these parts of him, too, and that's why they shared!

(Moon gets teased for his gimmick still, and acting like a hissy stray whenever someone mentions "hey you might need to talk with 2+ people". Y/N gets teased for their personalized gadgets and interest/ imitation of spy movies. Everyone gets payback <3)

And look. look. Y/N knows him well, but he still surprises them sometimes <3 So when there's even more people he'd have to keep an eye on he decides to wait it out in the most fun way available >:3c But definitely also "why would I wait if I can just get it now? want it now (:" gfhdj even settled into the relationship he's done pining, he knows what he wants and knows he can get it too <3

Self restraint was a necessity he no longer has to entertain <3 Goodbye, sweet love, you are no longer needed here <3

Look. Look. I have no excuse I am simply. I am predictable and perhaps big hands are a bit of a pleasure for me that I refuse to call a guilty one <3

We're already under the cut so. Look. I just. Projected SO much FHDJSK This shot was aimed at me and all of you are just splash damage <3

The teeth? The claws? The collar rip?

Y/N being a brat?

I just went 100% self indulgence here and I'm very glad I'm not the only victim <3 It still fit both of them, of course, because AU at the core is my AU with what I want to see! Their dynamic works out like that, Y/N is definitely not the type to simply let him do all that, they want in on the action! They also want to have fun, be it through oh so rewarding brattiness or getting his jacket open or kissing him also <3

(That being said, writing this was still fascinating because I am literally only enticed and interested in theory, I simply do not have any interest in relationships like this irl FGHDJSK)

Moon definitely had his fun - making Y/N melt, having them so obviously desperate to also get their hands (and lips) on him, they want him just as much as he wants them, and that's always nice to see <3

He also greatly enjoys that they now have a ruined shirt they need to cover, and hey, would you look at that! He has a jacket he doesn't need! <3

But yes, he takes his role as sleep watch very seriously <3 Gotta make sure they're sooo tired, and then he'll just hold them to their "I'll stack' comment hehe. Keep them close, and enjoy the quiet time once they're snoozing, looking at them and just thinking about how lucky he is <3

(Sun comes to, Y/N passed out on top of him, covered in the evidence of last night's fun... And well, he's a greedy bastard too <3 )

(Edit bc im an awkward mess: I'm hinting at making out only. I'll never even allude to sex, steamy make outs is literally all I'm comfortable with so the evidence is just the bite marks left on their neck and shoulders)

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #cw suggestive #just discussion of it mostly but yknow #anyways this answer is shorter than I thought because I got too flustered to elaborate on the suggestive bits FGHDJS #I wrote this drabble and half my focus was just “where tf are their hands rn”#so that was fun FGDHSJ #the other half was “how do I melt as many people as possible”#and I'd say that was successful! hehe <3 #ty for indulging me and telling me which parts hit good <3 #makes me wanna write more make out sessions hehe #already have one planned after all <3

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mogamuncher · 2 months ago

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Letters To a Character I Hate

Ryoma Takeharu was sick, he didn't quite know exactly what afflicted him, being young still, his parents and doctors spoke in hushed tones about it. But all the boy knew was that he was eternally confined to a hospital bed, and that his therapist had told him to start writing letters.

Apparently it was supposed to help his morale, and help get closure, though personally Ryoma would like to argue that he didn't need it, and that he was just fine without it. But alas, he was supposed to write letters addressed to either someone or a concept important and conflicting to him.

Ryoma couldn't for the life of him figure out what to write, or to whom. He refused to do it towards his parents or siblings, they literally were right there, if he wanted something out of them he'd just ask, not write a stupid letter (they'd ignore it anyways), not anyone else, as Ryoma has no real friends. Ryoma sure as fuck wouldn't dedicate letters to his bullies, that's another level of pathetic even he wouldn't stoop to.

Instead, he opened his phone to that stupid conflicting little web novel that he both hated and loved, and immediately had an idea.

Ryoma sat up as best he could, the tubes and wiring limiting his movement. He huffed and looked around the room to make sure his parents weren't in here. He didn't want them to know what he was writing. They would never let him live it down.

He held up the pen and paper he was given (by his aforementioned therapist), and began to write. A letter to his favorite, and most hated character, in his favorite and least favorite web novel. . .

•••

Dear Hikari Nanami,

I was advised to write to someone I'm conflicted about, my therapist apparently thinks it'd help with my mental health, though, personally, I call bullshit. I decided to write to you, because it was somehow the least mortifying option out of all the others, can you believe that?

I actually don't know what to write to you, honestly, I guess I could try airing out my grievances with you?

Well, I think you're too handsome, too strong, too nice, too much of a chick magnet, and too perfect! How come you master everything in just one go? That's so stupid, it makes no sense! Also, will you stop leading the women around you on? Just pick one, you oaf!

Is it unreasonable for me to be mad that I have nothing to complain about you outside of how much better you are compared to everyone else? I just think that it's unfair is all, we're both Japanese, aren't we? And yet, while you get isekai-ed into a land of fantasy as the chosen one to get a harem of hot women, I'm left here to rot away in a hospital bed! Leave some good fortune for the rest of us too, you bastard!

I suppose I shouldn't blame you for that, you aren't at fault, you were just written that way. Still, I demand emotional compensation for the turmoil your shenanigans have caused me!

Go to hell, sincerely signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

P.S: I hate how you act like such a good person. No one is that perfect. It pisses me off. Why aren't you ever allowed to experience true hardship? Why are you always so damn positive? How are you so forgiving and accepting? What gives you such a strong will?

. . .Just give me your luck damn it.

•••

Dear Hikari Nanami,

My therapist said I should keep writing, since last time it seemed that the letter helped, so I'm here to complain to you again! I would say sorry, but I don't actually care about how you feel. Even if you were hurt by my letters, you'd probably just be comforted by one of your various harem members anyways.

Speaking of, that's the thing bothering me, it's fine if you have a harem, most protagonists of trashy isekai novels have harems, but did your harem have to be comprised of the most unlikable women ever put to page?!`*

Seriously, they fight each other like a bunch of hissy cats, stomp all over you, get themselves kidnapped or almost killed all the time, are essentially useless despite being powerful, and yet they still expect you to reciprocate their affections! That's just too unreasonable, seriously, why do you even hang out with them at all? You're popular regardless, so can't you just ditch them and get better companions?

That's another thing I just hate about you too, you could easily have friends, you could easily have people love you, meanwhile, I'm stuck having to write a letter to a fictional character! Don't you understand my plight here? This is just too disheartening!

Whatever, get better girlfriends, you dolt.

Signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

•••

Dear Hikari Nanami,

Today my siblings visited me in the hospital. Did I ever tell you that I was stuck here? Well, I am, apparently I'm sick, I don't know what I have, because no one else will tell me.

Anyways, I hated the whole visit, they're insufferable at best, and they make fun of me all the time. Not that you'd understand anything like that, right? I remember reading that you were an only child in the novel. Yet another thing you have better than me, damn lucky bastard!

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Soon I'll have to go back to school, I'm dreading it so much, I hate that place. Everyone sucks, the teachers are trash, and it's just super boring! At least I'll have it easy in terms of assignments, due to being sick and all.

I wish I was isekai-ed, like you were, I don't think I'd be as good of a swordsman as you, but I think I'd be a great spellcaster! I'd rather be a warlock than a paladin anyway, imagine me summoning a massive dragon? It'd be so cool!

Don't worry, hero-kun, I'll be nice enough to heal you during battle. . . Sometimes.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

I hope you at least realize that you're incredibly lucky to have an easy life. I can barely even leave bed without passing out. I'm stuck in a hospital for the most of my life. I don't leave the room unless it's for a doctor's appointment or family visiting. I mean, it's better than school, but still!

You're nimble, strong, and healthy, plus you're apparently handsome too? I personally think that your character description sounds super generic, but for so many women to fall for you, you must be super good looking!

Damn lucky bastard!

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Back in school, it's only been three days, and I already miss the hospital. I liked having an excuse to spend all day not seeing my family and not talking to others.

The author never quite told us what your life was like before you got isekai-ed. . . But I bet you were super popular in your own world too, right? Lucky bastard.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Stop being so polite with people that want to hurt you! I just read the next chapter of your story, and I'm pissed! That duke just wants to hurt you, stop being so naive, hero-kun!

Not that i enjoy edgelord protagonists either, they're usually too unjustified in their anger, and i just end up feeling like they're in the wrong, but boy scout heroes like you also irk me!

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Ryoma's daily letters soon became part of his routine; it gave a certain structure, something to look forward to when each day blended into the next with the monotonous routine. However, while his therapist may have hoped these letters would improve Ryoma's mood, they seemed to only fuel his anger.

Each day, the letters grew more aggressive, more filled with envy and vitriol. Ryoma began pouring more and more of his frustrations and insecurities into each word, using the fictional Hikari Nanami as a metaphorical punching bag for his own pent-up emotions and helplessness.

Dear Hikari Nanami,

De——

It had been a few years now, Ryoma was graduating from high school, he'd somehow managed to not kill himself, despite being sorely tempted more than once, and his most hated (and favorite) web novel was officially coming to an end.

The tone of the novel had shifted with time, getting more grimm, and his letters shifted to match, frustratedly yelling more at the world for the protagonist than yelling at the fictional man.

Ryoma just felt a bit bad, mostly because the author seemed intent on hurting and breaking the protagonist down, it was starting to get seriously concerning.

Not that Ryoma cares, of course, he'd never care, obviously, he hates this novel, and the stupid perfect protagonist.

Not concerned at all, definitely.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

I finally read the final chapter of your story, i put it off for a while, but eventually i caved and read through it.

The end was. . . Depressing. All your companions died, and the main villain cursed you to eternal slumber. It was a surprising ending, so far away from the typical ending of other wish fulfillment Isekai stories, i honestly almost didn't believe it at first.

At first i thought that I'd be happy, I'd finally be free from reading about your shitty harem misadventures and the descriptors of your radiant smile. But honestly? I just feel kinda empty.

I guess i feel kinda melancholic, despite how much i hated you and everything you stood for, it was weird to see you lose. I guess i always saw you as invincible, an unstoppable force that could never be quelled.

Well, I suppose that means we're finally on the same page. I'm not gonna have a happy ending either, and you didn't get yours, in the end, would that make us equals?

I do wonder if there is a world where you could've been happy.

I also wonder if there is one where I could've been happy too.

. . .

This is probably the last letter I'll ever send you, I'm gonna try to get into a college for business, I'll most likely just cheat my way through SATs. Do wish me luck, hero-kun!

Well, this is goodbye then, I'll leave you to your eternal slumber, Mr. Protagonist.

Sweet dreams,

Signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

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leverage-ot3 · 8 months ago

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I'm channeling the cat cafe I went to an hour away from where I live and am saying that they have a certain number of cats that live there full time and the rest are cats that you can adopt (they have a chalkboard near the entrance OR the register with a continuous count of how many cats they have had adopted out. it's an IMPRESSIVE number. like, this probably is a world record but eliot is too afraid to check and hardison doesn't want to register it because of they can't be associated with notoriety)

the team members take turns naming each cat that comes through and they range from normal to unhinged

hardison's names are usually fandom-related and semi-easily understood: a bonded trio is han, leia and luke (OR rey, finn and poe) (jedistormpilot you will always be famous). hissy stand-offish cat is named dalek. charismatic cat named tennant. etc

eliot's cats have fairly 'normal' cat names, but sometimes he lets himself name them stereotypical ones (white cat = snowball; black cat = shadow, onyx, etc; black and white cat named spot; and so on)

sophie's cats are usually named after famous actors and actresses OR paintings that she has stole. sometimes she names them after her aliases (not that customers know that)

nate's cats are all given human names, like the names where you have to do a double take because it just doesn't feel right to call an animal by that Very Human Name (he thinks it's funny)

parker's are all the most unhinged by far: sir barfs a lot (barf for short); meowking 2000; steranko (derogatory); cosmic brownie (cosmo if you're a wimp and don't respect the name enough); diputs (stupid backwards. she has to explain to patrons how to pronounce it). she also names cats after different types of gems (diamond, emerald, jade, opal, etc)

the core cats that live at the cafe are diputs (named by parker-orange cat, say no more), mr mittens (american shorthair, black with white paws that was named by eliot), van gogh (elegant persian named by sophie), franklin (hissy tomcat named by nate), zuko (tan cat with eyepatch coloring named by hardison), nate (named by parker, hardison and eliot when nate was gone one weekend. it yowls constantly and oscillates from wanting attention and biting everyone), trashcan (tiny female runt with patterning similar to raccoons affectionately named by parker)

trashcan, mr mittens and zuko are a bonded trio much like the people that named them. trashcan, while favorited by parker, likes to ride on eliot and hardison's shoulders. zuko lets parker hold him when she dangles from her rigs (he arguably sleeps better upside down). mr mittens likes to play with hardison's empty soda bottles and bats them around on the ground of the briefing room

other headcanons under the cut because I can't shut up

sometimes their clients will be offered a free cat (they also get free supplies and coupons for a years worth of quality cat food and litter)

mcsweeten has adopted two from two separate visits to the cafe over the years. parker entices every time he comes and she has been wearing him down to adopting a third.

bonanno adopted a three legged senior tomcat who hisses at most people but loves to snuggle with him.

olivia begged sterling to get one for her and he relented (the cat immediately was his baby. you know the meme about the dad not wanting the pet but then babying it? that's him.) olivia has blackmail of sterling babying loki the cat and threatens him with them on the regular that she will send them to hardison

quinn fosters cats for them when he is around and not on missions. is surprisingly good at accommodating even the angriest and meanest of street cats and strays into loving and family-ready cats

shelly entered with no cats and never having owned a cat and left with luke, han and leia. he doesn't know how it happened and is too afraid to ask. all he remembers is parker going to show him a cute tio of kittens and then he had two cat carriers, three bags of toys from petsmart, one cat tree and enough food and litter to last for 6 months in his car. he would have called it a fever dream but there are three distinctive meowing animals coming from the carriers in his back seat

The Bridgeport Cat Café

New Leverage AU, based on this video of someone from a cat café account introducing their cats and describing what types of crime they (allegedly) engage in:

Hardison bought them a cat café instead of a brewpub.

Parker thinks it's a great idea. As soon as Hardison shared the idea with her, she started planning out the incredibly elaborate system of climbing structures, catwalks, tunnels, and hidey-holes at both cat and human scale. Hardison wasn't able to implement all of her ideas, especially not before the rest of the team arrived, but he managed a lot, including purchasing the rest of the building the original café occupied and expanding into that space.

The renovated café quickly becomes known for the fact that it is both the physically largest cat café any of the patrons have encountered and that sections of it essentially double as an indoor play structure for both kids and adults.

Hardison, as someone with allergies himself and knowing Leverage would want to bring clients here, poured a lot of thought into the cat-free and "allergy-friendly" side of the café, where patrons can enjoy all of the café's food and beverage offerings, watch the cats, and even climb a limited portion of their signature human-sized "cat tree" while remaining separated from the cats by enormous windows. The two areas are served by separate ventilation and both have thorough air filtration. The cat-free side quickly becomes popular with the remote-work crowd who like to bring their laptops and watch the cats without any actually climbing on them and their work materials. (There are also customer-free portions of the building the cats can retreat to and optionally view the customers through glass.)

Eliot and Sophie, of course, say the idea is absolutely insane. Sophie's mostly ticked off about the unilateral move to Portland and them taking on the extra burden of a (weird, niche) business (although she makes little secret of being charmed by many of the cats themselves), but Eliot is particularly incensed about the difficulties of trying to run a café that's full of animals. "Running a good café isn't child's play, you know. You planning make food on site with cat fur everywhere? You think the Health Department's gonna stand for that? Sure, you can probably get away with some kind of automatic coffee machine and prepackaged food, but that ain't a café, that's an animal shelter with a damn vending machine."

His complaints trail off as Hardison steers him into the (newly renovated) kitchen, through the airlock-style double doors from a hallway not open to the cats, each with an automatic air curtain to keep cat fur as well as cats from slipping through. The other side of the kitchen has pass-throughs and doors directly to the cat-free side of the café. The gleaming new espresso machines are already in place, along with other basic kitchen equipment, although Hardison comments that he's still researching the best ovens and layout for baking all of their pastries on-site (the printouts and notes on his research are already bundled up and ready to be "spilled" on top of the materials for their next job, in front of Eliot).

The kitchen also features several plexiglass tunnels so that cats can watch the action in the kitchen without contaminating the space. Eliot will never admit, even under torture, to making squinty eyes and kissy noises at the cats that come to hang out with him while he cooks with no other humans around to see, especially when prepping pastry in the wee hours of the morning before anyone but the cats is awake.

Finally, Nate regrets having turned Hardison loose with free rein to pick the Portland HQ. When he suggested a restaurant or something as a front, he assumed he knew the limits of what that could entail--in hindsight, he's glad they didn't end up operating out of a Medieval Times* knock-off. He's performatively grouchy about the cats, yet never seems to chase away the ones that mysteriously end up on his lap during job planning. There's one particular "shoulder cat" that seems to love nothing more than riding around on Nate's shoulders during a briefing, occasionally punctuating particularly passionate sections with supportive meows.

Another quirk the café becomes semi-known for is the prominent lost-and-found counter where patrons can try to reclaim items that have vanished from their pockets, as the cats at this establishment seem to be oddly prone to pickpocketing...

*Consciously or not, Nate is on some level aware of how much Hardison and Parker would enjoy watching Eliot "joust."

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I think Gamma provides precedent for how Eggman treats Sage in Frontiers. He calls Beta Gamma's big brother.

Calling Sage his daughter is definitely a step further but it is still an example of assigning familial roles to his creations.

He says he's proud of Gamma just like he does with Sage

And he says he's counting on Gamma in their last scene together (I find it funny this line is different in the other characters story modes)

I think the thing with Sage is we never get a chance to see her really fail Eggman and how he'd react to that. All the times of Eggman mistreating and dismissing his creations are when they fail him in some way. Sage never does in the story of Frontiers. The closest she gets is this scene where he does still throw a little hissy fit over her suggestion.

IF Sage ever did actually fail Eggman, how would he react? Frontiers simply doesn't answer that question.

I've been thinking so hard about Adventure as one of the prime examples of him treating his creations like shit lol and yeah this is another of the reasons why it bothers me in Frontiers, how they got so close to going in the right direction but playing it up for "the feels" in the English dialogue in particular really changed the context and made it OOC. And how people try to treat the exact same line as "development" of the dynamic in Frontiers, even though he said it in Adventure while still being the biggest bastard ever and still treating them like shit, sparing Gamma only for being useful to him. But the unused mission fail scene shows he would immediately call him a "useless machine" too if he can't deliver, just like he easily harshly discards the rest.

Presentation changes everything, the casual approach works in the way I described for liking Japanese Eggman Frontiers dialogue too. Adventure doesn't treat it as a big deal of "omg Eggman is assigning family roles, he must care!" Because it's very clear when it would make him a terrible "father" as he punishes the E-Series brutally. It just makes it worse, how he's like "this is your brother btw I'm pitting the two of you against each other and throwing away the loser lol :)" then "I'm going to fucking MESS UP all your brothers because they couldn't bring the right frog" and Gamma finds out what he did and is so disturbed and broken he has to kill all of them and himself lmfao

That's why I wouldn't have a problem with Eggman saying Orbot and Cubot are like brothers to Sage, though I can't see him calling them his sons because he can't fucking stand them lol, which would also make him a very bad father if he somehow did. But that's why I also feel saying robots are siblings doesn't always mean he wants to take a blatant father type role. But I also never had a problem with him actually calling himself Metal's daddy because I want him to call himself daddy Archie Eggman was still a twisted bastard around the time they introduced it and continued to be and it was even casual and subtle with IDW Eggman, the way he acts with him as his real self as opposed to Tinker has a nice difference showing it's casual and lacks the same deep care as his real self.

So if they had wanted to introduce it to game canon in a casual way in a similar manner to Archie/IDW, that would've been fine by me. A running joke about how his pride and joy in a creation as a creator can be like the pride a father has in their child doesn't take away from his evil, if you don't frame it in a wholesome or deep sad way that tries to make him seem like he cares for them sincerely. They fucked up when they've got fans acting like he's the next Bowser and even contemplate if he's going to lose his villainy entirely and that's what happens when you try to make it serious and sad for "the feels" that just seem like a "we didn't care to develop this but look this is so sad please cry". As a cheap lazy way to try to get people to like it.

I'd say it's not just when they deliberately fail as he also just has a really short temper and if they say the wrong thing or get in the way, he will insult and hurt them. But yeah when they fail or betray, or even if they just do something that mildly annoys or displeases him, like saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and how he was pissed at the E-Series just for bringing the wrong frog when he still got what he wanted, then he's relentless and punishes them with physical harm, repurposing, discarding, or destroying them. He did get pissed when Sage suggested teaming up with Sonic and about Cyber Space but she was spared because she still seemed useful and she's a particularly impressive creation in terms of being advanced.

Maybe it can stop him from punishing Sage in some circumstances, as I'm sure he would've mistreated and punished other creations for the ways she annoyed him. But sparing her shouldn't imply genuine sincere care, it should be due to still having a use and being an impressive example of advanced skill of creating life in a way he finds far superior as it involves his genius. I'd imagine there has to be some kind of a limit before he snaps and mistreats and punishes like any other if they understand he won't take that lightly, no matter what kind of attachment to level of impressiveness or prior usefulness. Make him see red and tip him over the edge enough and it's over. Can't trust a man with such an explosive temper.

But yeah the way they handled it in Adventure is good and it turns out the Japanese version of his role in Frontiers is careful to keep accuracy to his character too with it being very toned down and feel more casual, so it feels more like him. It shows how they got pretty close with getting it right in the English version too, aside from OOC phrasing in the memos that was changed in the Japanese version despite the memos being one of the only faithfully translated parts (which is really saying something), and those ending scenes that bother me the most, where it was rephrased in the Japanese dialogue in a way that changed the context of them for the better.

Adventure and the Japanese Frontiers' way of handling such a dynamic in any way and amount is how you do it right. It's not that it isn't possible for it to exist at all and still make sense, as they almost acknowledged that well enough in the English version too, except the dialogue was too much there like it wanted it to be much deeper and more sincere on a caring empathetic level. It bothers me as that's obviously just not the kind of guy he is, especially because it actually even contradicts other things he said in the same game that proved that aspect of his character hasn't left or suddenly changed. And the much better differences in the Japanese dialogue also further support that too.

I'd be intrigued to see how much he could take and how far Sage could go before he decides enough is enough. Because any amount of attachment in the dynamic shouldn't be beyond the selfishness of his pride in his creation for being a manifestation of his genius, how impressive and advanced she is to the point of being life-like for the same reason, and for how she can be genuinely useful and competent in fulfilling her function. But disappoint and anger him enough and I think the most believable way for him to react would be to punish her in ways he would with any other creation or completely erase her or something. If not, then it makes sense to keep her around.

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