#also there is no meaning in flowers besides all of them being from the game itself dsfhfhds

[katyahina]

Happy Valentine's day with the.... Choir? Damn, is Choir even a thing anymore? Everyone seems to be pursuing their own thing by now..

I think it is safe to take Forgotten Madman as his own character rather than some echo of the past of Ludwig 🤔 Dungeons already work well as catacombs without the timey-wimey stuff, and although there are some now-dead hunters that raise to the ring of the bell, soul of Ludwig is in the Nightmare, and did not die a human! Forgotten Madman also uses A Call Beyond, "secret weapon of the Choir", and Edgar likely had his taken by Micolash so it is still consistent

[garden0fyves]

thinking about... d1 athlete!toji who can't believe he has such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend.

toji worships the ground you walk on. you're so fucking perfect, from the way you support his career to the way you stay up late waiting for him to return from away games. you've met him at the airport many times, all bright eyed and holding flowers for him. people have posted about the two of you so many times, saying just how well you treat each other. you’re the epitome of couple goals even if you do spend a decent amount of time explaining to your boyfriend that you’re here for him. always.

toji refuses to let you go. he's heard the horror stories of wag's being impatient with their partners or cheating on them because of feelings of neglect. you're the most patient person he's ever met, and he's the most impatient person you've ever met. you're patient because you grew up that way, toji's impatient because he's never had enough time. so, you allow him to be. toji knows how incredibly lucky he is because not only are you beautiful, patient, and possibly the best thing to happen to him, but you're damn near a genius. you made the president's list last year and are aiming to continue your streak this year.

toji's reminded how lucky he is when he makes eye contact with you after scoring. when he's running to the sideline to press a kiss to your lips, green eyes alight with mischief and adrenaline from running down the field. he's also reminded when he comes back from a rough game with grit teeth and unshed tears of anger in his eyes. toji's never believed in showing his emotions so openly, but when you press a kiss to his cheek and relay every single thing he did right to to him it's hard not to cry.

you're perfect. and he doesn't mean this because you're his girlfriend, his first real one since he was an asshole in high school.

if it makes toji feel better, you think he’s also perfect. you struggled with relationships in high school because you felt like you weren’t seen beyond your intelligence. everyone wanted to be seen with you for the purpose of having a popular girlfriend, never for your personality or your heart. you were sweet in high school, don’t get me wrong. but you were a party favor to them, a trophy of sorts. toji's the first to make you feel seen and valued.

it was so surprising when you met toji in your intro to psych lecture. he sat beside you, all big and muscly barely fitting in the desk. he didn’t speak much at first, but as the assignments grew harder he needed help to pass and continue playing. so, he made friends with you. toji wouldn’t lie, he originally started talking to you because he thought you were hot. he knew you wouldn’t fuck him immediately and he wasn’t in the mood to play the long game. so for the first time in his life he tried to make an actual friend. it was a random decision to him, but this ended up meaning so much more to you.

you had no idea who toji was. as far as you knew, he was a random gym rat that was majoring in something like kinesiology (ouch) to get by and become a coach. while his major was kinesiology, toji and everyone around him knew he was going to the league after graduation. this wouldn’t matter in the long run. he’s here to play ball, but if he learns then he learns. and somehow, after knowing you for a year, toji finds himself wanting to learn.

you've made him smarter while he shows you that you're loved. your heart feels so full when you leave class to see toji lingering outside of the door. your heart warms when he abandons his teammates to catch up to you with a little smile on his lips. he always presses a kiss to your temple, asking how your lecture went or how your day was. toji makes time for you no matter what he has going on, and that's why you feel so valued by him. he's so busy as a football player. he has to deal with the media, practice, games, and even maintaining the image for your school. but still, at the end of the day, he returns to your apartment to keep you company while you study.

at the end of the day, he'll always be relived knowing he's coming home to you. he'll watch you with all of your books sprawled on the floor, glasses on and hair barely pulled back. he'll always come home because you are home. you've changed his life in just a year, and he wouldn't have it any other way. to everyone on campus toji's some sort of myth. the demon on their football team that racks up insane stats.

but to you, he's just your lover.

[maraudersilver]

Sit on my face (Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: face riding, oral (f! receiving), mentions of past sa, slight spoilers for SOTR, porn with plot. MDNI A/N: I don't know what this is. I was thinking about Haymitch's nose and suddenly I was writing a whole smut one shot about it. I do not write much smut lately, so I'm sorry if it's not the toe curling type. English is not my first language and I wrote this during an hour brainrot. Wc: 2,8K

"I want to sit on your face."

Haymitch looked up from the book he was reading, one he had snatched from Plutarch's library a long time ago. It was nothing interesting, something about scientific theories of old regarding space. Sid would have loved it, he thought, more than him.

"What?"

"I want to sit on your face," you repeat, louder this time. "If you wanna, or course."

"Why wouldn't I want that?"

He blinked at you, deadpanned, book forgotten in his lap as he rearranged himself in the loveseat.

It had been a couple years since Snow was killed and a new government arose. It wasn't perfect, not by any means, but at least it was democratic and the districts had more freedom than they had known in seventy five years.

You had been a fellow victor, the survivor of the 60th Hunger Games. Survivor. Never winner. After the revolution, you had fled to district 12 with him, babbling about a life of peace away from people. You had no family left, and your friends had been killed during the bombing of the Capitol, all of them trained medics who lost their lives trying to save others.

He had been adamant on pushing you away, warning you that he didn't want, didn’t need, more company than he allowed. Good thing you were as stubborn as a mule.

After twenty-five years of solitude where he thought he would never love again, you had carved open his heart and wrote your name in neon colours. Having breakfast with him, making sure he was still alive by checking from time to time, accompanying him to feed his geese.

One time, you had followed him to Lenore Dove's resting place when you saw him going deep into the woods, fearing he would do something stupid. He had been infuriated with you, screaming about lacking any privacy and about you sticking your nose everywhere you weren't invited in. Instead of leaving, as he was used to people doing, you had kneeled beside him and shared his grief, silent as little by little every detail about his beloved Lenore Dove left his lips.

Even since, you made sure to gather the most beautiful and colourful flowers in the meadows for him to carry Lenore Dove to her grave, your sweet voice always mumbling something along the lines of 'tell her I said hi!' in a cheerful voice.

He didn't mean to. Not at all. But as Lenore Dove had told him once, the walls of a person's heart were not impregnable, not if they had ever known love. And love you he did. At first in silence, almost in denial. Then he started with acts of service, like fixing a broken door or walking you down to the Hob. But if you ever asked him, he would dismiss his efforts as ‘tryin’ to get you off my ass before you pestered me.’

It took him more than a year after the revolution to finally admit to himself that he was irrevocably, deeply, truly in love with you. In a way he thought he would never be able to again.

But how could he not, with how cute, sweet, intelligent and stubborn you were. His heart jumped at the sight of you whenever his eyes laid upon you, now not being the exception.

And when Lenore Dove gave him a thumbs up in dreams, he knew it was time to finally be happy after more than two decades of misery. His love was fine with him having another love, and when you confessed to also feeling your heart bleeding for him the same way he did for you, the gates of heaven opened for him again. 

“I don’t know. I mean, we’ve never even talked about it. Maybe it’s not something you’re okay with.” You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip in the nervous tick he had learned to recognize. 

“It’s not as if we’ve shagged enough to bring it up, love.”

It was true. Intimacy had been brought up a few weeks before, and it had been slow paced for both your sakes. After all, both yours and Haymitch’s only experience came from the abuse suffered at the Capitol. And he had never made love to Lenore Dove, too innocent and pure back then to think of it. It was new, and it took a while to feel comfortable in such positions again. 

But he craved you. The more you shared with him, the more his selfish ass wanted to claim. The sweet sounds you made, how your body reacted to his touch, the plump flesh of your lips. And he had been wondering how you tasted for a while now, his cock painful against his pants at the thought of his tongue on you late at night. 

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, looking up at him sheepishly. He found it funny, how fierce and sassy you were most of the time, and how shy you became at any mention of sex. “But maybe we should start putting on the table things we would like to try.”

“Okay, why not.” Haymitch nodded, lips pressing in a thin line. “I would like to taste you. So I’m in with you riding my face, love.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, not expecting him to agree so easily.

Haymitch smirked at your bashful expression, eyes straying to the geese outside the window, wandering around the meadows. 

“Anything else?” he pressed, reclining in his seat with a manspread that had you eyeing him hungrily with a mix of longing. 

“Um, not for the moment. And you?”

Haymitch shook his head, one of his hands rubbing his stubble absentmindedly. “Let’s start with that. We can add one at a time. Sounds good?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your attention shifting back to the embroidery in your hands. 

It wasn’t until a week later that it happened. Haymitch and you had been invited to a small festival by the new District 12 town to celebrate an old festivity lost to Snow’s reign of terror. You had been wearing a tight red dress, so tight it left little to the imagination. 

You didn’t get to leave the house at all.

Before opening the door, Haymitch pressed your front against the wooden surface, hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing for dear life. “Damn, love. Nice dress,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling at the lobe before licking his way down to your neck. 

“Put it on just so you could take it off,” you sighed, tilting your head to the right to give him more access to your skin, which he nipped and kissed while his hands grabbed your thighs. 

“Is that right? At least won’t feel bad when I tear it apart,” he chuckled, turning you around and kissing your lips harshly.

It was hungry, desperate. His lips pressed almost forcefully against yours, tongue already licking your lower lip for access. Your tongues intertwined, teeth clashing, breathing ragged through your noses while your hands found leverage on his shoulders. His stubble scratched pleasantly against your soft skin, tender to the touch afterwards. 

His hands clenched to your waist, pushing you harder against his chest, fisting your dress as much as he could, as if trying to melt the fabric with the warmth of his hands. 

You pulled apart to breathe, a thread of saliva still connecting your lips to his. His were plump, swollen and angry red, surely as his tip would be if you pulled down his pants at that very moment with how hard you felt him against your thigh. So handsome, so ethereal. 

“Dumbstruck already, sweet girl? Have barely touched you and you already look prettily fucked,” Haymitch teased, licking your lips playfully. It did nothing to hide his wrecked state. 

“Don’t get too cocky, old man. Let’s see if you can keep up tonight, huh?”

Haymitch’s chest rumbled with an animalistic growl. Suddenly, you were lifted in his arms bridal style. You squealed, grabbing his shoulders harder at the lack of stability, your boyfriend just snickering at you. 

If he didn’t look so breathtakingly hot, you would have slapped his chest. 

He kissed you again, as desperate as before, swallowing your pathetic whimpers as he brought you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He didn’t pull away until he lowered you on the floor, to which you arched a brow, breathless and hazy.

“No mattress?”

“How am I supposed to take this dress off if you’re laying your ass down on the bed, dumbass?” He snorted at your narrowed eyes, chuckling when you swatted his bicep. “Alright, alright, no need to get violent. C'mere.”

With one hand, he held your cheek as if you were the most precious thing his eyes had ever laid upon, lips grazing your jaw down to your neck again, sucking and leaving love bites in its wake. You gripped his forearms, feeling your knees weak. His other hand pulled down the zipper on your back slowly, savouring the way the clothing fell down from your shoulders to your chest, leaving the valley of your breasts in sight for him.

Haymitch licked his lips, already craving the feeling of your tits in his mouth and hands, wanting to feel the weight of them. In less than a second, your dress was ripped to the floor. You gasped, both for the aggressive rush and for the cold air of the room caressing your mostly naked skin. 

“So pretty,” Haymitch groaned, lips attaching to the visible skin of your right breast, his hands fighting against the hook clumsily. 

You couldn’t help but whine in need, grabbing his hair and guiding him down to your nipple once he successfully tossed your holder away somewhere in the room. His warm breath and hot tongue contrasted with the cooler ambience of the room, so sweet and pleasant on your skin. 

You tossed your head back, sighing at his ministrations. Haymitch now licked your other breast, hand playing with your right nipple and fondling the flesh. It was paradise, his touch almost reverent. The sting of his stubble grounding you to the moment.

Trying to feel his skin, you started unbuttoning his shirt, which had so nicely stuck to his sexy dad bod. Haymitch was a forty-three year old alcoholic, in no way shaped like you had seen him on his games more than two decades before. But, if you had to be honest, he looked better than ever in your eyes. 

His shirt joined your discarded clothing, along with your panties not too long after, and your hands roamed over his hairy chest and liquor belly, wanting nothing more than to lick it. However, Haymitch had grabbed your hair and leaned to kiss you once more, walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

He laid you both down, turning so you were on top of him. To say you were confused was an understatement, but you didn’t waste time to pepper his neck and chest in kisses and bites.

“Wait, love,” Haymitch breathed, pulling you up to face him by your forearms. At your lustful eyes, pupils wide and consuming your beautiful irises, he hissed; heart hammering in his chest when you tilted your head in confusion again. “I want you to sit on my face.”

You almost choked on your breath, a moan leaving your parted lips in an unwilling display of desire. “Really?”

Haymitch grasped both your cheeks softly, pecking your lips over and over again. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Ride my face, pretty thing.”

He helped you up, worshipping your body on your way to the head of the bed. You could feel your hands sweating and your lungs constricting in nervousness. What if he didn’t like your taste? What if you smelled? You were definitely not depilated like the women back at the Capitol, and for the first time in your life you feared your hair. Maybe he didn’t like it.

But all fears disappeared when you heard his groan as you straddled his head. You could barely see his eyes, but the grey of them was focused entirely on your wet entrance, clenching around nothing and waiting for his mouth to alleviate the ache. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, sweet girl. Need your pussy on me, darling. Need to taste you.” His voice was hoarse in lust, deeper than you had ever heard him speak. 

That was all you needed to lower yourself to his awaiting mouth with the aid of his hands on your hips, and your core immediately had his tongue licking a stripe up to the hood of your clit. You spasmed, moaning loudly and placing your hands on the headboard to support your point of gravity. 

He groaned, clenching his hands around the flesh of your hips. “For fuck’s sake, you taste  so fucking good,” he moaned. Haymitch. Moaned. Haymitch had moaned! It only fueled you farther, moving slowly up and down his mouth, his stubble pinching the inner of your thighs and your rear in a painful, pleasant scratch. Tomorrow your skin would be sore for sure. 

His thumbs came up to lift the hood of your clit, his tongue twirling around it and sucking it into his mouth. Jolts of pleasure cursed down your spine, your nails holding to the headboard for dear life, your things and knees trembling as a finger entered you and pumped in and out of you in rhythm with his hot mouth on your clit.

"Haymitch! P-please, don't —ah!—, don't stop!"

When you thought it couldn’t get any better, he pulled away slightly to blow cold air on your core, which had you screaming and squirming in his grasp. He just chuckled, the rumbling of his lips a blessing as his tongue returned to your entrance, replacing his finger.

In a swift motion, you rubbed your clit against his nose. Your eyes rolled back, hips moving faster, riding his face as he had basically pleaded. Oh, how much you had dreamed of that crooked and big nose of him on you. It continued rubbing your bundle of nerves, tongue switching between thrusting in and out and licking your juices. His hands now squeezing your ass, fondling the tender flesh.

It didn’t take long for the familiar knot at the pit of your stomach to form, coiling deliciously. You could feel your throat going sore from how loud Haymitch’s mouth was making you moan. One of your hands came down to grab his locks, and Haymitch groaned again against your pussy, tongue as deep in you as he could master. 

A slap to your ass and his nose rubbing circles to your clit was enough for black spots to form in your sight, pleasure cursing from the very inside of your core to the tip of your fingertips, your orgasm crashing you like a wave to the rocks. Your thighs clenched so hard around his head you feared you were going to crush his skull. One of his hands came up to fondle your left breast, thumb and index finger twirling your nipple.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum in my mouth,” Haymitch begged, nose still stimulating the place you needed him most, his tongue following to lap at your juices as you came hard in his mouth. Your body spasmed on top of him, toes curled and thighs pressed against his ears painfully. 

You could barely keep your hips moving without collapsing, and when his licking became too much for your overstimulated pussy, you pulled away and sat on the pillow next to Haymitch’s head, both of you trying to regain your breathings and composure. You looked down at him, and you moaned at the sight. His eyes were lustful, and his chin was covered in your cum and spit, hair sprayed over the pillow. His forehead was furrowed in strain, the fine lines carved in his face over the years painting the picture in brighter colours.

It was an image you would keep safely guarded in your memories for the rest of your life, how beautiful your man looked with his face ridden. Overwhelmed with affection, you leaned down to kiss his lips, tasting yourself on his lips and swallowing his grateful whimper.

“How was it?” he succeeded in asking, breathing still ragged.

“Amazing,” you admitted, laying down next to him, hands coming up to clean his chin tenderly, to which he smirked triumphantly. “I mean it! Best orgasm ever.”

He huffed a laugh, chest going up and down rapidly. “Good to know, because I want you on my face again.”

You chuckled until you noticed the serious look in his grey eyes, and your smile dropped immediately. “Like, right now?”

He nodded, smiling mischievously at you. Hell, he was going to kill you of overstimulation. 

No need to say, Haymitch became addicted to you riding his face every working day.

[euphoria-looney]

HIHIHIHIHI!

Sorry for this obscene request but wouldn't it be cool to do a oneshot of batfam x neglected!vigilante! reader, where she's like spiderman but instead of being bitten by a radioactive spider, she comes in contact with a radioactive flower that was an unfinished project from a scientist while on a school's field trip and so now she has like powers/abilities like Isabella from Encanto and uh uh she's extremely flexible since she's a ballerina as well and she makes her own suits/clothing in secret and her suit includes flower-like designs and Pointe shoes?

SORRY FOR REQUESTING OUT OF NOWHERE AND THAT THIS IS LONG AND TO SPECIFIC (u don't have to do it if u want to, just wanted to see something different, and if u do decide to do this you can change what you'd like to change)

SUPER RICH KIDS

Yan(?) Batfam x Reader

Oneshot(?)

"The maids come around too much. Parents ain't around enough. To many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar. Too many white lies and white lines. Super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends. Super rich kids with nothin' but fake friends." 'Super Rich Kids' by Frank Ocean ft. Earl Sweatshirt

Divider Creds: @cafekitsune

What came first, the chicken or the egg? Well, it doesn’t matter as the plants came before; without them we wouldn’t even live like we are currently.

"-And I expect nothing but the best from you guys when we arrive. If anyone has a problem with that, please let me know in my office. The student council, class representatives, and chaperones will be here, so don't fully rely on teachers. And no, we have designated restrooms and gas station stops, so don't request them." Mrs. Simeon, my homeroom teacher, instructed.

"I'll call roll now and then head off to my bus." As she started checking off names, my group got comfortable at our spot.

It was a table seat with Penelope sitting across from me, Astro diagonal to me, and Aldira's next to me. We were the student council. I, the President, Aldira the Vice-President, Penny the Secretary, and Astro the Treasurer.

"You know, this is more like a train than a bus," Penny commented.

"We are one of the richest schools, and funded by millionaires," Astro replied.

"I'm just annoyed we have to go with the underclassmen." Aldira pulled some snacks out of his bag and put them on the table, as did the rest of us.

"Who cares? A trip is a trip, and who are we to complain? It just means no schoolwork for a week." I shrugged and grabbed some gummies off the table.

Now, this may be a bit crazy but I know you're a bit nosey but I know you are quite curious about who I am, and what I contribute to this declining society, I am [name] Wayne on document but [name] [l.name] in which in the future I shall presume to change.

I am 18 years old, and based on the other stories you've read, some think that I am great at everything. I met Penelope in 8th grade at a debate competition, and she’s pursuing an art major.

I met Astro in 6th grade, but more towards the end of the year. I was trying out archery and found out he was the club leader and currently playing the violin.

Finally, Aldira met him in elementary school or something. Currently, he’s in volleyball and karate. He also enjoys playing games, and coding when he’s really bored.

Besides that point, we are heading off to a lab that specializes in keeping special and rare plants, chemicals, and things that I don’t think high schoolers should be seeing, but seeing as Bruce Wayne got convinced by his two princesses, we had no other choice but to go.

The worst part was that we were soon going to hop off the bus and onto a plane since the place was closed off for the obvious reason, if you couldn’t already tell.

This would be a long journey, but at least nothing bad should happen while we go there.

I take back what I’ve said. A scarecrow attack is happening, and gas is enveloping us. 

“I just wanted to take a nap.” Penny kicked a rock on the ground as some people around us were going hysterical.

“Yes, don’t we all.” Aldira rolled his eyes and strode over to 4 guys, waving him over. I  characterize them as his love interest, but he begs to differ. 

I felt a head lean on my shoulder.

Now we would also be the hysterical ones on the ground if I didn’t pack ‘supervillain repellent bags.’ Of course, the question of the incident would be, why do you need to bring those?

And you wouldn’t be the first to ask.

“Why in the world would we need that big bag full of ‘supervillain repellents? It’s a field trip, not a place to get obliterated.” Penny side-eyed me.

“Wherever Serena and Melody go, trouble follows, and you’d expect supervillains not to do anything to high schoolers when we are heading to one of the closed-off and dangerous places in the world? Trust me, we’ll need these things.” I threw them each a big bag of items.

And would you look at that? The gas mask did come in handy. So did the suits, Aldira's company had their plane but he had refused their offer though I wouldn’t be surprised if he went with them now, and some lucky kids were saved by most of the bats, with Damian still in his civilian attire he just took Melody to safety and Serena she went off to use her glitter magic to get rid of some of the gas.

Her superhero name? ‘GlitterBomb’

Anyway, I’m not surprised about the others being here with 2 of their most precious girls on the trip. I highly doubt that not all of them volunteered to go, but Bruce stayed behind with Barbara and Dick as they watched over the city.

However, after this event, I wouldn’t doubt them to also attend; just a matter of who loses rock paper scissors.

“Baby bird!” I heard a loud voice approaching at high speed, Dick with his arms spread like an eagle and kept that super speed up… before zooming right past me and right where Melody was.

“I knew this would happen, We shouldn’t have let their grade on this trip.” He was rubbing his cheeks against hers, having her in a tight bear hug. She suddenly got out of his grip, seeing as all the gas had been cleared, and went straight towards me. Slamming herself on me, making Astro groan and blink in a daze before going on his iPad to check the schedule that had been altered.

“I was so worried about you! I was hoping that the gas hadn’t reached you! Also, when did you manage to bring all of this?” She was shoved aside as Serena came up to me.

“Seriously, [name], what if we also get that gas injected into us? You should’ve brought more!” Wow, she took Melody's words and changed the whole direction of the conversation.

I was going to reply, but Astro took the lead.

“We might miss the plane if we keep talking. We should leave.” I took his hand and left with him before any of them could chase after me, more like Melody and Serena. The rest were more worried about them and escorted them to our private plane, originally Melody wanted me to go with them on it and Delphie agreed but I decided to just go on the school plane with my friends, besides all the seats are first class anyway it’s not like I’m flying in the sky with a booty ahh seat.

“I’m so annoyed I was going to the food court, but everything was closed. Now I’m just stuck with snacks.” Penny collapsed onto her seat, I was starting to wonder where she was; after all, she grumbled and marched off into a different place away from us while I was watching the scene unfold.

Astro passed out in his chair, and Aldira…

Oh yeah, he was whisked away earlier.

“Made it just in time.” Aldira was heavily breathing and tired. 

Finally, the trip started, and we set off for the facility. The idea was like Jurassic Park, just replacing the dinosaurs with plants and items.

“This right here is where our rarest plant resides, unfortunately, we haven’t figured out how to store and deal with it, so until then, it shall be left to itself.” The scientist then led us away, and before I knew it, the sun had already gone down.

Tomorrow would be the last day then we were going to go back to Gotham. However, that flower just kept playing in my head, so I got up when I assumed no one was awake and tiptoed out of my bed before I saw Penny in the kitchen drinking water and she noticed me.

“[name], what are you doing still awake?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just about to take a stroll around here, you know, get some fresh air…” She tilted her head at me.

“At midnight, in a dangerous science lab?” Her suspicion wasn’t disguised as her tone gave it away.

“I’ll go with her.” Aldira perked up, he had a knack for staying up.

“I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t go, just wondering why.” Penny threw a wrapper at him.

“What are you all doing up so late?” A groggy voice made us all jump; that came from Astro. Unlike us, he made sure to always sleep early and wake up early.

“Exploring… want to come?” I made up a decision, and soon we all made it out of our rooms and into the lab, and I stopped at the specific place we were earlier.

Astro looked huger than he usually was, swaddled in his blanket, Penny holding the blanket so it wouldn’t hit the floor and make it dirty, and Aldira was taking a picture of this. 

I soon approached the door before Aldira grabbed my wrist.

“What are you doing?!” He whispered.

I just opened the door, and like teenagers, we entered the room, and a glowing flower was in the center.

“Woah, what is that?” We all went to look closer at it, and then the flower went out.

“We should go unless we want to be caught.” Astro chided, and we just nodded.

I felt weird since this morning, but pushing it off, I finished packing and stretched a little bit before I heard a scream (scrumped 😍) in Penny’s room, coming from her, which was out of the ordinary.

So, the collective footsteps ran to her room.

“What happened?!”

“Who died?!”

“PP?!”

We stumble into a scene of her room wrapped up in… thread? She was in it too.

“I just wanted to draw.” She made the motions and rambled, but the funniest part of this was that she started explaining this in a monotone, as if it was just another Tuesday lesson, and we all missed the lecture.

“Can you… retract it?” I titled my head, and slowly it all dispersed.

“Well, Penelope was the closest one to that flower yesterday,” Astro concluded, doing that usual crossed hand with one holding his chin.

“We’ll figure this out later. For now, we should pack up and head to the airport before we get left behind.” We agreed and went to pack up.

“...I can’t believe it withered…” 

“Shame, but we were trying to find a way of disposing it- but the effects are left unknown-...”

I heard bits and pieces of the conversation while I was passing through and all of us threw each other a glance.

By the time we were back in Gotham, I was exhausted, but then a phone call buzzed my phone.

[Large Gay Fantasy Facetime (Join)]

Astro had initiated the call, which he never did.

“Whassup~?” Aldira’s had a facemask on, smoothing it out with his jade roller.

“I… was trying to play Vivaldi's Four Seasons Winter, and now, there’s a whole winter in my room.” He sounded more agitated than shocked; he was an academic victim for a reason. He panned his camera over his entire room, and there were icicles surrounding him, snow on the floor, and water that seemed to be dripping down the walls.

Penny immediately cackled, running up to her camera for what I presumed was to get a closer view of Astro's distress. Before she slipped on her debate papers that she, I presumed, had been working all night on.

Now it was Aldira’s turn to laugh at the both of them gripping onto the phone, but he started glitching out before his Facetime shut off, and in the next few minutes he rejoin his hair all frizzled up and him with this ‘I just got a massive wave of constipation’ hit the screen.

“So, all my electronics turned off, and for a hot minute, I got hacked. I hacked myself. Guess who got powers?”

“Great, [name] you want to tell us something next?”

I burst out laughing.

“Naur, seems I was the only one not affected. Lucky me.”

“You’re telling me the one who dragged us into that room was the only one not affected? I call BS.” By now, we were just up at night chatting.

“You know what this means, right?” I questioned them.

“My career is over, and that means I should call it and jump from a cliff, yes.” Astro had collapsed onto his now normal floors.

“What he said.” Aldira was picking his nose.

“No, with practice, you guys could be the next top superheroes or mysterious into-the-night vigilantes. Oh! Or-”

“[name], we already have vigilantes, and besides, if we were busy with that, how’d we hang out with you?”

“I’m a nepo baby. I’d rather you guys save those in need than worry about me.”

“And our grades.”

“Make a schedule. Of course, I was just suggesting; don’t let me force you guys into this. Imagine the people who’d just be ungrateful and berate y’all. Overall, these powers are like another limb to you guys; who knows, it might be fun having them.” They thought about it, but as the night went on, we all agreed that we had to sleep; school was tomorrow.

“Besides, sometimes, a family is two grown men dressed in bright spandex and their orphan acrobat they picked off the street.”

“[name] what the fuck?”

“What does that have to do with this conversation?”

“This isn’t off of those old Superman, Batman, and 1st Robin comics, is it?”

“Woah, did my father just call for me to go to bed?” I looked around.

“Your father doesn’t acknowledge you, and neither does your family,” Astro deadpanned at me.

“Hang yourself.”

3 MONTHS LATER

Walking through the halls, my heels clicked against the floor as I entered the library and climbed some stairs before reaching the usual table we’ve had for year, two look dead, and the other locked into his studies.

“E-ehem, um, is this seat taken?” A guy fiddled from where his friends were standing, they watched with curious eyes.

“If there is a bag on the seat, does it mean it’s open?” Penny snarky replied cut him off.

“W-well, I just-”

“We’re just wondering since you guys get such high scores on your test-” A girl behind him approached and wrapped their arms together.

“Hey, did you not hear what she just said? Does it look like we have more room for dead weight?” Astro scoffed and pushed his glasses up.

“What’s up, guys? Didn’t know we had company?” I moved Aldira’s bag out of the way and side-eyed the group that was trying to join us.

“N-no, never mind.” The girl waved themselves off and dragged him back to the disappointed friend group they had.

“Man, you fumbled that… the connections we lost… Ain’t no way, you look like you were going to piss your pants.”

“You know it’s been years, and still people try and act all buddy-buddy with us.”

“Can’t blame them, look at us.”

“Off topic, but [name], did Richard get a BBL?” I smacked Aldira upside the head.

“What! It’s a serious question!”

“If I kill myself, would you guys miss me?”

“Your car, definitely,” I replied to Penny.

“Guess what? Another attack is going on, it’s your turn, Ali” Aldira grumbled right next to me as Astro turned his laptop around for us to see the news.

“Ai!” Meet ‘Ai’, otherwise known as Aldira. (Making up names is hard for superheroes.)

He chose that name since it sounded like an ‘eye’ because he could see out of any electronic device and could hack and control them. It would’ve been really bad if he went emo and villainy on us.

Penelope is an ‘Artist,’ the name stemming from the fact that she could draw and whatever it was would appear. It had to be specific, like the position if it was an item like a boulder or something, and if the drawing was too vague, you needed to describe it in detail.

Finally, we have ‘Composer.’ I think you could tell what his power is by now, but it just emulates elemental power from playing any sort of instrument. He was able to gain the ability to play any instrument with the gained power so it would be more accessible in any room. The elements branch off so that power is also great.

And I’m still me. Some people would feel bad for me, but I’m having the time of my life. Don’t get me wrong, powers are cool, but the cons that come with them aren’t. You could use it for good or bad, and there’s no in-between. I highly doubt anyone with magic wouldn’t use it, and whether it impacts them or not, it will.

Physically, mentally? All I know is that having powers changes everything, and that’s the last thing I need right now. Seeing how it changed my friend's life just solidified my reasons.

“[name], you and your friends haven’t been hanging out a lot. If you're ever lonely, I’ll always be considerate and let you sit with me.” Serena told me innocently, but honestly, the words told me a different story.

Mind you, I’m mid-bite into my brownies that I made and just wanted a quick snack before I lock in for my ap statistics test tomorrow.

“The last thing [name] would want to do with you is hang out; besides, if she were lonely, she’d hang out with me.” Melody tugged Serena away.

I took that as my cue and plugged my headphones in.

3RD POV

“And you will do that by doing what? You’re even in the same grade as us.”

“Just like how you aren’t smart enough to be in the same classes as her?”

At this point, they were just insulting each other face-to-face with that comedic headbutting thing. [name] just turned on the TV to see her friends working together with the current attack, and then heard a door opening behind the catfight before her.

“You know, I have to hand it to those kids; a break during the day feels nice.” In comes my realtor, Bruce Wayne, holding Delphie, before spotting the two girls tussling.

“Serena! Melody! Let go of each other!”

They both immediately let go and eye each other down, and each parent goes to their child. 

“Are you okay, What did Serena do now, hm?” Delphie scanned all around, looking for some sort of injury. She gently held Melody like she was a piece of glass.

“What started all of this?” Bruce brooded. Some of the family returned from their mission/rooms to see the commotion.

“I- She- enugh-” Melody cried, and Serena just scoffed before putting on her innocent facade again.

“We didn’t mean to; it’s just- we, [name]...” She shielded her face, and suddenly, for once, the attention was all on [name].

Negative attention.

“[name], what trouble did you cause for them to fight? Are you not ashamed? As their older sister, you shouldn’t set a bad example. You don’t see any of your other siblings doing something like this, do you?” Bruce stood there with crossed arms and a stone-cold face.

“It’s not like that- She’s twisting her words!” Melody spurted in Delphie's hold, and some of her siblings came up to console her, but she raised an eyebrow and slapped their hands away.

“Enough, [name], go to your room. You’ve done enough. Now…”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, not from sadness or anything; She just wasn’t done chewing on her brownies before massaging her temples and standing up and heading to her room. 

To be fair, you have to hand it to her, she squinted hard to see what Bruce was saying.

Not before getting berated at.

“You really are just trouble and a burden.” Damian started as she passed, making her freeze and stare at him.

“What did he say, my narwhal is going up and down?- what is he spouting so fast😨???” The stressed-out senior just nodded.

From her point of view though, this toddler was speaking out words like he was the next rapper, so she opted on giving a smile(?) but it looked more like a sneer due to Bruce’s damn genes. Damian was shocked before rolling his eyes, but his mouth got cupped by Dick.

“[name], don’t cause a scene. Damian didn’t mean it.” He motioned her off, but that made her even more confused because she still didn’t understand what was going on and just gave up on understanding and more on getting some work in.

[name]’s POV

Man, this assignment is killing me. I should go to bed soon, but I haven’t watered my belladonnas in a hot minute. I popped my neck and my back before getting up and grabbing my plant mister. I walked over to my belladonnas. I sprayed a few, then put it down to admire the belladonnas. I gently touched a petal, and it began growing quickly through my room, making me fall back.

Taking off my headphones, I adjusted my glasses. It seemed the belladonnas moved in whatever way I wanted them to. Not what I needed before going to bed, but the last thing I needed was to talk to myself about this, and I rushed over to my phone.

[Facetiming (Academic Victims)] (idk abt yall but my gc changes a lot.)

“ERm 🤓 we might have a situation, guys.” I awkwardly smiled at the camera and showed my flower-covered room.

"Did your family let poison ivy in your house?” Penny looked like she went through ten pounds of sugar but we won’t talk about that as she still managed to answer the call at the end of the day.

“I was just trying to water some flowers 😞😤, so uh, any advice on how to control your magic?”

Finally, it seemed to register in the 3 heroes' minds why her room looked like she just got captured by Poison Ivy.

“Wait, wait- you can control plants?!” 

“IDK, I JUST WANTED TO WATER MY BELLADONNAS!” 

3rd POV

Leaping from a building and dodging a bullet by hitting a split before tying a guy up and throwing him off the building, landing him in a snap dragon that engulfed them before letting them on the ground, lining them up with their teammates.

‘Deceptful grace’ is what she calls the move for the snap dragon.

Descending from her poppy swing, she landed in front of a talon and, having him wrapped in vines, she bounced off.

“So- if you ever make mac n’ cheese make sure none of your guests are lactose intolerant or do, no one cares.” She ranted about her thoughts while trying to search for the last remaining guy.

A guy behind her shoots a bullet, but before it can collide with her, it bursts into petals, making her turn around and pull him from his feet by some weeds that were on the grass, wrapping him in weeds too, before dragging them to a boutique shop and decorating them.

“Red or yellow?”

“What?”

“For the flowers, goofy.” She smiled at him.

She was the superhero known as ‘Florist’ and made a magical girl-like design for a costume as she had been scrolling through Tumblr the night before and was reading a few things here and there and got back into her childhood phase.

It has flower designs that wrapped around her body and she wore these pointe shoes that went damn good with the outfit too.

“Alrighty, say cheese, dummies.” She pulled out her phone and put up a peace sign while the talons just frowned and accepted their fate.

By fair they had to say she’s the worst hero they go up against, not only does she yap their ear off but she degrades them too while she’s at it, and the worst part is she says it so nicely that you almost forget she called you an ‘dick rider’ a second early with a sweet tone.

You have the Bat-family that makes things quick and doesn't say anything other than their emo words.

Ai, he doesn’t even face them most of the time, he hijacks something, heck it might even belong to you, then jumps you.

Oh, and if you somehow hear a magnificent melody, don’t clap, don’t cheer, it’s not a good sign, it means you’re going down, avatar style. Then you just see Composer walk up and spray some sort of sanitizer over you before he even decides to make sure you’re still alive before shoving you in a police car and heading to god knows where.

But don’t worry because the Artist will just put you in a jail cell. No need for the fighting, you’re already apprehended.

And they thought metahumans only stayed in metropolises. (Not metahumans, you fake ass fans 😞)

“So anyway, today I went to school, you know, because unlike you donkies I like to be educated, and I stumbled into a girl, she was crying, get this, she got rejected by one of the popular guys.”

“Wait, who?”

“I can’t tell y’all confidentially; besides, I’m a minor- technically, you know it’s sad when you beef with little kids.”

“Alright, lay off us 💀”

“So anyway, she then started to bother his brother.”

“Why…?”

“Because if you can’t go after one, go after the other attractive one, you feel me?” 

“You like ‘em?” 

“I’ll slap you in your face; that would be illegal in so many ways. Anyway, his sister came up, she did that innocent act, and so the girl thought she was trying to steal him anyway.”

“Let me be a spoiled Gotham kid in my next life.” One of the talons whispered to the other.

“I wouldn’t advise it; you look like you’d get bullied just for your hair.” The girl shrugged.

“Just kill me.” A talon looked over to his other accomplices and they were knock out cold, not from anything violent but rather because this girl had been here talking to them since an hour ago but had to keep them company since something bigger was going on in the center and the batfam were taking care of that and her squad was taking care of the other villains.

“Alright, thank you for capturing them. We’ll take it from here.” Police finally showed up after a good hour.

“There is a god out there.” The guy smiled up to the sky, a single tear slipping out of his eye.

[name]’s POV

You know acrobat is fucking hard and scary as hell but seeing the tricks are fun.

I’m saying this because I bought a few things that I thought would be good for training, especially when I’m in the air or high spaces.

Of course, I only do it when I’m done with ballet practice as there’s a show I’m performing soon, ‘Sleeping Beauty’. The hardest part would be holding my pose for a good minute, on my toes, one foot up and a hand up while a guy slowly spins me around before I let go and stay in that pose for a little long. No, it’s not even my legs that much, compared to my back.

Fun fact: common misconception is that I’m standing on my tippy toe, that my toes are bending when I’m doing ballet, but you’d be wrong as I’m literally on the tips of my toes, no bending is happening (lol)

I got a pole, so that I can do that dramatic sliding and twirling around while I’m going down, silks for similar reasons and is really interesting, a hoop, and currently my favorite currently has to be the trapeze.

I put on my bodysuit that had shorts on them and some socks that left out my toes both in back before tying up my hair the best way I would so they wouldn’t get in the way of my face and stood up.

First, though, I start a bit with body control.

I let out a nervous breathe before swinging on the trapeze letting my feet meet the base of it, letting go of the strings that attach to it, I twirled midair and let my legs wrap themselves onto the strings letting myself swing before using the momentum to push up with my torso and twirling into a sitting position letting my bottom rest on the base of it, and swinging a bit, glad to still be intact, letting my legs swing back and forth before standing back onto one of the ledges.

“That should be enough for one day…” I went down and stretched a bit before heading out before seeing Cassandra and Dick at the door.

It wasn’t unusual as sometimes they would practice here. I gave them a small smile before pushing a button that I had Aldira install, and it went back to how it usually was.

“Your ballet is impressive, as always.” Cassandra complimented me.

“Thank you…” I blushed not used to getting complements, especially from Cassandra, she’s one of the people I admire after all.

“Acrobat.” I titled my head at Dicks word.

“You do acrobatics.” I nodded. (Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy? 🤨)

“It’s fun, I’d recommend it, but you already seem fexible enough.” With that I left them to training and went to my room.

Guess you could say… I keep it undercover. (Sorry, I had to ♥️)

Damian insulting [name] in the hallway summary:

“What the…”

“imgonnabeatimgonnabeatyou “

“Is he saying something?”

“imgonnabeatyouimgonnabeatyou”

“I’M GONNA BEAT YOU”

Little background context for [name]: She has never strived for the batfam's attention, as she was more focused on appeasing her mom. No, she doesn't have a family-like relationship with Alfred. From her POV, they are more like baking buddies, and she knows his main point of job is to serve the Wayne family and feels like sometimes he's hanging out with her out of obligation. So far, the only people obsessed with her are Melody - [D/D], Delphie - [M/D], and Serena. The main friend group of [name] is popular for their grades and social standing. (Maybe outfit inspos, too).

I'm debating on if [name] has ever told them the truth behind the mask of batfam. I'll leave that to you guys. Also, I'll just make it to how the school doesn't know that [name] is related to the Waynes for plot reasons, and the only people who know are her friends and, obvi, her family. [name] doesn't know the context for any of the batfams background and is just great at guessing the craziest logic that does, in fact, apply to anyone.

Yeah, how do we feel? It's very hard to stick to one prompt, and I had so much fun writing this. Anyway, if something new pops up... (hopefully it won't bc I already have so many things to write for) Don't be surprised.

Also, I think I gave details on [name] 's friend's magic but haven't gone into [name] herself, as you can tell she has plant magic, I took it from the request, but it ain't just flowers but also herbs and trees stuff like that, dabbles into poison and healing as yk they are plants and they are the bases for everything technically anyway yeah pretty cool 😎.

I tried a new type of formatting with the photos and skinny divider if y'all didn't notice... you like? If there are any formatting oddities please tell me.

Anyway hope you guys like it, would you like this to be a series? How do you guys feel about how slow I update.

PLS PLS PLS comment and sent request my beautiful viewers and uhhh, yeah ❤. (making me feel like a beggar out in these streets 🙄)

Oh, and if there's anything wrong with the spelling, grammar, or something just not right and cringy, TELL MEE.

[borathae]

“After listening to your friend’s story about how awesome it feels to sit on your boyfriend’s lap, you want to try it yourself. Jungkook is more than willing to offer his lap to you, even it makes his face burn up and his heart race like crazy (and maybe get his dick hard, but don’t tell anyone).

Alternatively: Maybe sitting on your boyfriend’s lap isn’t as innocent as you may have thought it would be.”

~ Requested by two anonies ~

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Gerne: College!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!Fluff, Smut

Warnings: shy but horny!Jungkook, shy but horny!Reader, they both think the other is in charge which ends up with them being two needy subs grinding on each other, so much domestic sweetness, listen it’s so cute, making out, lap sitting, thigh riding, she rubs his cock over his clothes, grinding, she grinds her pussy on his cock, unprotected sex in the sense that he cums on her without a condom on but dw they are both clean & on birth control, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: I combined these two requests and decided to go with the Sense of Innocence!couple because they fit them really well. This is so adorable and cute and gosh, I love writing for them. They are both such sweethearts. Enjoy my lovelies, this is also my B-Day present for Koo 💗

You are hanging out at Jungkook’s place today. It is raining outside. The skies were grey and on the roads little rivers of fallen water were making their way downtown.

You don’t mind the weather. Not only because you love rainy weather, but also because Jungkook’s place was really cozy. He has his heaters on at their highest level, keeping the apartment nice and toasty. His diffuser was on as well, soaking the air in a sweet and perfectly faint vanilla scent. He even turned on his galaxy lamp. It is barely visible right now, as you not only have the lights on, but it’s also still bright outside. It still gave the room a slight colourful hue to it, which was nice.

Jungkook is playing Animal Crossing on his TV while you are next to him, playing on your phone.

Your feet you have buried under his thigh, using his body heat to keep your toes warm. Every now and then you can feel Jungkook caressing the back of your calf as a reminder that he was there and you were there and while he was busy with gaming he still thought of you. It was a nice reminder.

Right this moment you received yet another text from your classmate and friend Jia giving you dating advice.

-          Jia: are you serious? you never sat on his lap before??

-          Jia: haven’t you guys been together for like seven months??

Well, it was more of her shaming you for your slow step taking, but it was dating advice nonetheless.

-          You: not like this. not so random.

-          You: what if it’s weird?

Her answer is instant.

-          Jia: girl, it’s weirder that you’ve never done it before

-          You: :( i just don’t wanna be too much

-          Jia: he loves you like crazy, I don’t think he’d think it’s too much

You contemplate her answer long enough that she sends you three more messages.

-          Jia: besides. two things.

-          Jia: sitting on your guy’s lap is so comfy

-          Jia: and Kook’s a dude, he’ll love it cause dudes love that shit

You sneak a glance at Jungkook, who just this moment shoves a big handful of salted peanuts into his mouth. He wipes the access salt on his black shorts and chews with his big eyes focused on the screen.

So Jungkook loves it when you sit on his lap because all dudes do.

That sounds like a stereotype to you.

-          You: I feel like that’s way too generic. not every guy’s the same.

-          Jia: yeah, duh? but he’s into you and if a guy’s into you he likes it when you sit on him

You feel your cheeks heat up at her choice of words, looking at Jungkook in case he somehow heard what you just read. He obviously didn’t, still highly concentrated on planting pink flowers on his island.

-          You: you really think so?

-          Jia: yeah

-          You: and it’s worth it?

-          Jia: YEAH

You look at Jungkook again. He is chewing again, which means he shoved some peanuts into his mouth when you weren’t looking.

-          You: okay I’ll do it, brb

You don’t get to see her answer, but she is cheering for you.

You place your phone down.

“Hey, Kook, uhm.”

“Hm?” he says, cocking his eyebrow up but not looking away from his game.

“Can I try something?”

“Yeah, wanna play for a bit?” he offers, but follows it up with, “can I just finish the flowers first? I know exactly where to put them and I don’t wanna forget the spots.”

“No, I wanna uhm…can I just show you?”

Jungkook nods his head, “sure”, he says, still staring at his game.

You take a deep breath and peel yourself off your comfortable lounging spot to get on all fours and crawl to him.

He sneaks a glance at you from the corners of his eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eating some peanuts again.

You take his arm and pull it around you. At that Jungkook finally looks at you, flashing you a sweet smile instantly.

“Hey”, he says, pulling you closer.

“Hey, uhm”, you murmur, doing the next step of climbing on top of his lap and then sitting down.

“Oh?” he widens his eyes, gawking at you with his lips parted in a perfect O-shape.

You don’t bear to look into his eyes. Instead you let yourself plop against his chest, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, nuzzling his cheek against your head. He rubs his hand up and down your back.

“You’re cute”, he says and pecks your hair.

“Do, do you like it?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I do”, he says, returning to his game, “so snuggly.”

You smile. So Jia was right. He likes it. You cuddle closer and begin playing with his hair. You like it too.

His chest is strong, his thighs are soft now that they are relaxed and his arms around you feel so safe. He also smells heavenly. Like his body lotion and laundry detergent. The faint scent of his shampoo lingers on his neck as well, as does the actual smell of his skin.

“Feels nice, don’t stop”, Jungkook says.

You also really love that you can play with his hair so easily. He has the softest hair. It’s always so nice to feel it run through your fingers and tickle your skin.

“Your hair is so soft”, you tell him shyly.

Jungkook rests his head against yours in acknowledgement, humming a soft “mhm”. He knows that he doesn’t have to say more.

You spend the next moments like this. Cuddled up together as Jungkook plays Animal Crossing. He is preparing his island for a flower festival and he wants it to look as perfect as possible. Every now and then, you can hear him munch on some peanuts or mumble innocent curses under his breath when he accidentally planted the flower in the wrong spot.

You feel so cozy atop his lap. He is so warm and snuggly. And the touches he gives you make you tingle like crazy. Each time he eats some peanuts, he makes sure to connect himself with you by touching you softly. His fingers trace your spine, his palms run along your side or thigh and every now and then you feel his lips leave a little kiss on your head. It’s so, so nice to experience and you curse yourself for not doing it sooner.

You would have sat on him longer if the stupid doorbell hadn’t rang. Jungkook lifts his phone to check for the time.

“Our chicken”, he exclaims, “took them long enough. Wah, more than an hour.”

The doorbell rings again. He pats your butt gently.

“Baby, can I get the chicken?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m already getting it”, you say and peel yourself up with a heavy heart. You wanted to stay on his lap for longer.

You thank the delivery person, wishing them a safe drive home. The rain became stronger in the time you sat on Jungkook’s lap, entering his apartment and hitting your toes when you had to open the door. The delivery person trots down the stairs with their head held low to shield the rain. Poor them. You hope that they can warm up and dry off soon. 

You lock the door and return to Jungkook. He already has two plates set out and a pair of plastic gloves for each of you.

“Wah, look at the size of that box. I’m so hungry already, you have no idea. Thank you for getting it”, he says, meeting you halfway to take the box from you. He carries it to his coffee table and sets it down. Then he opens it, busying himself with taking out the different sauces and opening them.

You in the meantime, get comfortable next to him and switch the channels.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Sure. Should we continue Physical 100?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

And so it happens that you and Jungkook watch your current shared favourite show as you eat your crispy chicken. It is a very amazing time and the food is really tasty. But you can’t deny the sad little feeling deep in your tummy that you can’t sit on his lap anymore. You got a taste of it and now you want to experience it again.

You and Jungkook wash down the chicken with some beer. He sighs happily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“The food was so good”, he says.

There is around seven minute of show left. He relaxes into the cushions and sips on his beer. You get up to clean the table.

“Baby, no”, he says, tugging you back down.

You fall with a squeak, landing on his lap. Your eyes flit up, meeting his playful gaze. Your heart is doing somersaults in your chest. 

“Don’t clean, you’re my guest. Just relax”, he says and wiggles his legs, “please?” he adds, widening his eyes cutely.

“Yeah okay”, you say, stifling a squeaky giggle as you settle against his chest. Your back is resting against it while your head is on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and kissing you softly.

“I love that”, he says, “this is so nice.”

“Yeah it is”, you agree, feeling your heart race like crazy. This is the best feeling ever. It really is.

And so it happens that you finish the show sitting on Jungkook’s lap. You drink your beer, laugh or gasp at parts of the show and enjoy the other’s warmth to the fullest. And you are so, so happy that you dared to take the step. Being on his lap is amazing.

“Do you wanna watch another episode?” he asks once the show finished.

“Yeah, why not?” you say.

“Noice”, he says, pecking your cheek, “keep it playing, I just gotta wash the dishes. I thought I could handle them being here, but I can’t. I’m so fidgety.”

You get off his lap and help him clean the coffee table. The show is running in the background. His kitchen is located right behind the TV, allowing you to listening to the show clearly.

“I get it. It’s nicer when everything’s clean”, you tell him, throwing away the empty chicken box and cans of beer.

“Yeah definitely.”

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to do the dishes. They were only two plates after all. You are already on the sofa again when he returns. He sits down next to you and sneaks a glance at you. You do the same.

“Do you…” you begin.

“Yeah”, he says, blushing softly.

“Okay”, you almost squeak the word and then you are already on your feet to change your position. You sit down on his lap again, cuddling into him while he hugs you tightly.

“This is so nice”, he says, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling softly.

“Yeah, it really is”, you agree, feeling oh so happy.

You manage to watch a good two thirds of the show and then you have to get up to pee. You tell Jungkook to keep the show running because you don’t like the current team and don’t care about what happens to them. Jungkook still gives you updates when you are sitting on the toilet, doing so by yelling out what was happening. It made you chuckle because it was cute.

Jungkook is gawking at the screen with big eyes and parted lips once you return. He is resting his elbows on his knees, looking totally captured by the show.

Saddened by the fact that you can’t sit on his lap anymore, you sit down next to him.

His head turns to you instantly, he frowns at you, studying you with sad eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you sitting there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Get on here”, he says, patting his lap, “don’t sit there.”

“Oh”, your cheeks heat up instantly, “sorry, I just didn’t want to force myself onto you.”

“You’re not. Now com’ere”, he says and opens his arms for you.

You follow happily, doing it in a way so you were facing him again.

“But you can’t watch the show like that”, he says.

“It’s fine, I like this so much more”, you tell him, running your hands up and down his neck.

He gazes into your eyes and smiles with them. You retort it.

“You’re cute”, he says.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“I love it so much”, he says.

“I thought that I would try it tonight.”

“It’s amazing”, he smiles, caressing your waist.

You are so giddy! You have to kiss him! You do so rather forcefully, knocking a surprised squeak out of him. He falls into the cushions, accepting the kiss with his breath tickling your cheek as he exhales shakily. One more time you suck on his lips and then you pull back to sneak a glance at him.

His eyes are half-lidded, his lips are parted. He gazes at your lips then locks eyes with you. A soft, hazy smile lights up his face.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Just so. I think you’re so cute”, you tell him.

“I think you’re cuter”, he says and looks at your lips, “I want to kiss you again”, he confesses, cupping your cheek, “please?”

You close the distance between you and him. You want the same. You got a taste of him and now all you want to do is have him on your lips for hours. It starts off innocent. Really, you didn’t mean for it to turn into the mess it will turn into ten minutes from now.

It starts off oh so innocently. You are feeling each other up, but it is never meant to linger on an intimate spot. You touch his chest, his shoulders, his face and neck, playing with his hair as well. While he feels up your back, your waist, your legs and your face, tickling your scalp every now and then as well. It was supposed to be innocent, but the thing with being stupidly and unbearably in love with each other is that there will come a time where the innocent touches leave exciting sparks on your skin and then those touches send your hearts into overdrive and make your breaths shaky.

You break the kiss, just so you can connect your tender lips with his neck.

“Baby”, Jungkook sighs, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes, “that feels really good.”

His pulse is racing like crazy under your lips, encouraging you to keep going. Jungkook moans softly, sliding his hands to your hips. That’s when the innocence ceases to exist. You chase his touch, forcing your pussy to grind against his thigh.

“Ah”, you gasp, tensing up and lifting your head.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, looking at you with big, worried eyes.

“I, I”, you stutter, feeling your face heat up unbearably.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he stresses.

You wiggle your hips and bite down a little moan. The pressure and warmth on your clit felt really intense. Jungkook sneaks a glance down at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh”, he lets out, looking back at you.

You lower your head, feeling too embarrassed to look into his eyes. He’ll probably think that you’re such a needy idiot.

Jungkook takes your hand and guides it to his dick wordlessly.

“Oh?” you gasp, gawking at him. He is really hard in his shorts, twitching into your hand as he guides your fingers over his tip. He is blushing like crazy.

“I didn’t want to say, because I didn’t wanna be a horndog”, he says and grins shyly.

“Oh”, you let out and wiggle your hips on his thigh. The grinding motion feels so good that you let out a little moan. Jungkook answers you with a moan as well, looking at your lips with droopy eyes. He is still rubbing your hand over his clothed cock, but soon doesn’t have to anymore as you take over.

“This is good”, he sighs.

“Yeah, it’s good”, you agree.

Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips and helps you ride his thigh. He feels so good. You are so warm on his thigh and the way you seem to tense and shudder each time your hips roll over his muscle excites him a lot. You in return love how his cock is twitching under your hand and how hot he feels to the touch.

You exchange one look, one moan, one touch and then you are kissing again. Sloppier than before. More tongue as well. And with lots of little sounds escaping the both of you. The show is almost over by now. Only ten minutes left. Neither of you take it in. It’s background noise, just as the loud rain outside is.

You rub each other sensitive that way. The next episode is already four minutes in when you break the kiss again. You have soaked through your panties and sweats by now. Jungkook did the same with his shorts. You are panting like crazy, barely catching your breaths. You try to look at him, but barely can. He is so blurry in your vision. You cup his heated cheeks. Jungkook leans into your touch, moaning your name.

“I can’t hold it for long”, he confesses.

“Same”, you say, tensing on his lap.

“I wanna feel your pussy.”

“We could take our pants off.”

“Yeah please.”

“Okay.”

You scramble to get naked. At least your bottoms for now. You are too horny to care about your shirts. You just want to connect with each other again. You scramble back onto his lap, Jungkook welcomes you with open arms. He grips your hips instantly without ever guiding you. You still think that he is. Neither of you really think they’re in charge, both think it’s the other. It still works somehow. You find each other, pressing up against the other.

Like this, your pussy is grinding right against his cock. Said cock is resting against Jungkook’s stomach, twitching when your wet warmth comes into contact with him.

“Baby”, Jungkook moans, closing his eyes, “baby that feels so good.”

“Yeah”, you moan and chase him with rolls of your hips. His cock grinds right against your clit, sending electric pleasure through your veins. He is so much warmer than his thigh was. And softer. And so much wetter. Oh god, having his naked cock against your pussy feels so good. You don’t want to stop chasing him. He probably thinks that you are acting so needy right now, but you have to keep moving.

You lower your head to kiss his neck and suck on his skin desperately.

Jungkook moans, dropping his head on the edge of the backrest. Like this, his body slides down the cushions just enough that you have even better access to his cock. You press down on him and use the better position to focus your attention on his tip.

Jungkook shudders, tensing his thighs as he feels bolts of pleasure course through him.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, leaking in bliss.

You smear it all over your pussy and cock seconds later, mixing it with your own never ending slick. The movements are so easy because of how wet both of you are. You can’t stop grinding on him even if you wanted to. His request is unnecessary because all you want to do is keep feeling him in this way.

“Don’t stop”, you beg. You don’t know why you begged, but it felt so right to do. In your eyes it is Jungkook, after all, who controls the scene. Who guides your hips with his hands as you lose yourself on his cock.

While he thinks that you are having him wrapped around your every finger, laying willing victim to your sweet seduction.

Truly it is almost adorable how wrong either of you was. Just two submissive lovers grinding on each other, thinking they are the one submitting whilst in reality you are both equally submissive. It’s adorable, really. Adorable and very needy.

Oh so needy.

You break your lips from Jungkook’s neck because you needed to breathe. You are so dizzy that it gets hard to keep moving your hips. But you have to, Jungkook would want you to.

“I’m so close”, you whimper, twisting a bundle of his hair.

“Me too, baby”, Jungkook gets out, squeezing your hips. He is holding back. All he really wants to do is climax all over your pussy. But he holds back, because you would want him to.

Adorable, really. You both are so adorably stupid right now.

“Kookie”, you whimper, tensing up. Your clit is pulsating like crazy. You can’t describe how intense his cock feels on it, but it does. Oh it does. You can barely breathe.

“You can c-cum whenever you, you need to”, Jungkook stutters, squeezing your hips.

“R-really?” you squeak out, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You are so ruined. Oh god, so ruined. You need to keep grinding and grinding and grinding.

“Yes”, he says and in his ears it’s him making sure that you cum first, but to you it sounds like he is finally giving you permission to let go.

You press yourself closer and sob his name, hiding away in the crook of his neck as you let that tight knot in your tummy burst. You manage to grind yourself on him one more time and then the pleasure gets too difficult to bear.

“Oh god”, you choke out, convulsing atop his lap as your fingers twist his hair desperately. You feel so hot. Your pussy feels like she’s burning up. It’s so intense that you end up sobbing his name again and squeezing him for comfort.

“You’re so hot”, Jungkook mewls, helping you ride out your high by moving his hips which results in his cock grinding against your pussy, “oh god baby, oh god.”

You finish after five aggressive shakes of your legs.

“Kook”, you moan, chasing him even if it hurts a little. You already acted needy enough, now you need to get him off as well, “Kook please.”

“I’m gonna cum”, Jungkook whimpers, “I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Please”, you beg him, grinding your overstimulated pussy against his tip.

“___”, Jungkook moans and arches his back. The tight knot in his stomach breaks and fire takes a hold of his body. It feels so good to climax like that, leaving him to drop into the cushions and keen your name loudly.

“Yes, thank you”, you pant, helping him ride out his high by grinding on his cock. He made you so sticky and wet now that he is cumming all over your pussy. You really like the feeling, chasing it with needy ruts of your hips.

It takes Jungkook six rolls of your hips and then he gets too overstimulated. He grips your hips and drags you away from his cock.

“Please no more”, he begs.

You drop onto his lap, soiling his skin with your mess. Neither of you care.

“Thank you”, he gets out, hugging you against him, “oh god, this was amazing.”

“Yeah”, you agree with your head resting on his chest, “I was so horny.”

“Me too”, he says, chuckling breathily, “you’re amazing.”

“No, you are.”

You lift your head to send him a goofy grin. One he retorts happily.

Behind you the show announces the new challenge. You and Jungkook sneak a glance at it.

“What the hell is going on?” Jungkook asks, reaching for the remote to press the information button, “huh? How are we already halfway through the next episode?”

“Stop it. I don’t wanna spoiler myself”, you say.

Jungkook turns off the TV and drops the remote in synch with his head falling against the sofa, “we’re idiots. I didn’t even realise the show was still on”, he laughs.

“Yeah me neither”, you giggle, “but I don’t regret it.”

“Agreed”, he says, hugging your waist, “lean into me, I wanna hold you.”

“Mhm, Kookie”, you say, snuggling into him, “we gotta rewatch what we missed.”

“Yeah definitely.”

“I gotta go pee and clean up soon”, you whisper.

“Hush, just a few more moments. I need to savour you.”

“That’s fine with me”, you say, feeling oh so happy that you want to scream.

Jungkook feels the same, replaying what happened moments before in his head. He is smiling as he does, feeling his heart race like crazy.

Jia will ask you for updates when you meet her on campus on Wednesday, but you won’t give her more than a simple “he really loved it”. She smiled and then acted cocky about being right.

[thesweetroro]

Hi I was wondering could you write what the nanbaka boys would be like as boyfriends?

ofc ^^! also i was thinking about doing one ,tysm for asking i hope you like it .

𐙚 ˚🧸(you’re my teddy bear)｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Requests 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 cell 13+3+6+10+5

── .✦🏷️ the inmates

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˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧 (Uno)

To be honest i could say he’s the best boyfriend,you know after all of that dating got him to be the prince that he is now,he’s so sweet and gentle and loving as you could imagine.

if you guys are in the same cell,baby you’re soo sopiled , he will free a big space for you and going give you a nice bed because ,what a man that would let his lady sleep on the ground?, and he’s going put a little table beside your bed and the cutest vanity ever,he will even pay you your favourite products.

and if you’re in a different cell he will send you alot of gifts and would make sure sit with you during lunch time.

even in lunch time he will get your meal before his,and will remind you to drink water.

he loves taking you out even tho there is no where to be talking you out but, he actually got jyugo to let you too in a nice room.

he won’t let go of your hands or you.

when you get sick he always get you to Okina’s office immediately, and gonna stay beside until you’re all better,and even if his friends asked him to come out he will refuse.he can’t help it his poor baby needs him!! :(..

he’ll never stop telling you how lucky he is to have you and how pretty you are,every morning he likes to let you take care of him while he’s all sleepy in your arms.

he loves to get you new dresses just for him to see and will hit you with the “but you’re so gorgeous princess,just let me see you in that dress”.

he’s sooo flirty.

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚(Nico)

I think he’s so clumsy and silly around you ,he just loves you so much and he gets to have you.

besides him being the Nico who plays video games and watch anime, he’s a real soft boyfriend, he’s not so romantic but he’s so sweet.

he loves talking to you for hours and learning about you and what you like.

im sure he would be getting you a hand made and get you a little gifts like some flowers he found when he was with upa.

Naturally innocent about everything in a relationship and what you do or say.

he really needs to be taken care of, after he got you he started to think everyone is mean and all he need is you to kiss him :(!.

his love language is to share everything with you.

he gets so nervous is you looked nice or cut your hair or did anything different about you ,it’s just.. please forgive him you’re so real and he’s overwhelmed by having you.

he’s pretty useful and like helping you out or making you happy or chill ,btw have you seen those nails??? get ready for scratches until you fall asleep.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`⛩️:✧˚.🗝️⋆𖧧 (jyugo)

For me ,i think jyugo is so chill in a relationship he knows it’s his first relationship and got nervous too but like , he loves it because it gets him warm from the inside,like he thinks his friends are cool and amazing, but you are on another level!.

he loves taking you out and walking around the hallways slowly like hajime isn’t behind and almost sucking your souls with his eyes , and pretty much talk about nonsense or listen to you talk about anything you read or saw , our talking about feelings or thoughts.

if you’re opened about alot of things or know alot of stuff and the reson behind them, then you’re probably going talk alot because he’s a great listener and he loves learning new things from you.

i would say he is romantic but only when he knows what you like because he loves to get you gifts that he’s sure you’re gonna appreciate them.

if you get him a silly gift he would love it because it’s from you and you make him happy and guess what! that gift also made him happy so he loved it.

he loves to protect you.

you and uno will always be his problem solvers.

‧₊˚ 🍔 ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🪻(Rock)

So absolutely i would say he is overprotective because what do you think all of that work out for?(before he met you it was for fighting yk)+ princess treatment is up in the air .

If you’re not in the same cell as him he will get jyugo’s ass to let him out every 5 minutes to check on you and make sure no one is hurting you or bothering you.

And if you are in the same cell that means no one can wake you up aggressively from your beauty sleep only him and his baby, “hey,..hello there princess are you still sleepy?”

And since he’s foodie, he’ll make sure you eat all of your meals and if you don’t or ,got hungry he will share his meals with you and he won’t be satisfied until you’re filled with food.

his places in dating would be a late night meal with you,or running away from your cells with him carrying you on his back or in his arms and runs even if no one is behind him just to see you smile or laugh.

Love language : physical touch , Obsessed and embarrassed at the same time when you ran your hands or touch his body or muscles,or if you Complimented him ,he’s so head over heels when you do so (lowk like having you play with his hair and tell him how pretty he and his hair is or even pet him)

He has loyalty and devotion to you like a little puppy full of love, as long as you love him and he loves you ,in his point of view 100% The relationship will continue!.

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋⚗️₊˚ʚ 🪷 ₊˚(Qi)

This man is so lazy like im not gonna lie,It’s kinda like a one side relationship but he tries you know?

he really loves you but he himself doesn’t got much to give or show you,tho he will try his best.

since he’s lazy all he loves to do is to cuddle you and get you all up in his arms and take a sniff out of you because he did miss you alot.

will throw his love books ,because all he needs is you and he got you so what else could be more worthy of his attention than you?.

if you’re upset or sad , he work his magic by getting you flowers and a little cake with some of his Potion to get your emotions out.

100% you will be getting sleeped on ,beside his laziness he will only be up to walk his ass of just for you.

and if you’re in your health era he is going start acting all jealous because no one should see you in those work out clothes but him! you look too good in those.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🧧୭˚. ᵎᵎ🧘🏻(Upa)

The tsundere fairy,he think you and Nico gonna be the death of him,he act like you’re the one that forced him into this situation just because you’re the one that confesses your love for him first,he just tried to hide his excitement ,but him saying the YES that hard didnt help him out .

Definitely he loves you but he’s not a romantic guy and he never had it,you’re his first girlfriend!

he like it when you hug him or pet his head but won’t say ofcourse,Unusual he actually very Quiet when you touch him instead of fighting it.

he loves working out with you,as he said he doesn’t like lazy people,but to be fair the only exception for him is you,lazy,hard working, it has you in them? he’s more than up for it.

love it when you’re serious with him .

dating plans i think..he’s just gonna wake you up in the mid night pulling you in and showing you the full moon while he sweet talk you.

he will allow you to water his Aloe vera plant.

Surprisingly he do ask for affection and love but in the most awkward way, “hey so it’s cold outside you should get something to warm you up, yeah like hug someone”

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🥋. ݁˖ . ݁݁🪭(liang)

The pure lover ,100% he’s gonna sing for you and call you pretty and his gorgeous WIFE that he wants instead of food or shower after a long time with him not being around.

he is often quite,but around you he’s so open to anything you would do ,talking cuddling eating working out or yapping about a thing you read or some gossip you got going on, he’s number one on your tea party list , just imagine you and the other girls in nanba are having a little tea party and then you hear some one knocks on the door,so here he comes dressed up as a girl just because he missed you “h-hi girl! how dare you to never invite me over!” “babe i know it’s you and what are you wearing?..”who is babe.”

he wasn’t that clingy in the first place,but at some point when you’re not in the same Building,he just sits there…and then Simon felt really bad so he actually got you in the same building and cell some how,and he just got back to normal or even better.

he is more of a giving than receiving persona ,Affectionate and sometimes needy,romantic of course he will drag you into a bathtub in the middle of the night and spoil you with perfumes, oils and massage.

he get you gifts and dresses and whatever you want he’ll be happy to give you it.

He is a very protector and takes on your comfort, safety and pampering you, you are his lady, and he is your samurai!

you are not his first relationship tho,but he thinks no one can be better than you.

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°˖𓍢ִ໋ 🔧✧°🥐.⋆(Trois)

do i have to tell you how romantic he is?? like uno gets you anything you need but he doesn’t pay them,he make them! what i think is also his love language,it’s not cheap or anything but he really make them better and love to add all the details you like perfectly.

he would get you both a king size bed because all he wants to be is beside you and wake you up with a breakfast in bed and tell you how pretty you’re even when you just woke up.

Ready to flirt with you in French and sweet talk you to gently steal your bras until you discover him and kick his head, you have a reason!! he’s your boyfriend so he doesn’t need to be that perv!.

he’s all around you and such a baby , seeking attention from you,tell him how nanbaka No.1 handsome man he is to make his day.

there isn’t alot to do in jail so he try to be Creative to get you an amazing date ,he took you out in the secret Balcony of kiji’s late night shift , he make sure to bring a book to read while he grab both of you a chair and cover you with blanket.

he loves doing your hair for you and think your hair is so pretty and that you guys should get married because you’r kids are gonna have amazing genes.

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🍯. ݁˖ . 🎯݁༉‧₊˚.(Honey)

You know he is a keeper when he steals your underwear randomly and get a new ones then also steal them and has angry issues and ridiculous enough to call you bee because he is honey.

beside his aggressiveness he’s a real charming man who had been through experiences in relationships to make him a better person and im sure he is more than ready for you to be the one.

he could be full of himself right,but won’t mind his head to be only filled with you and only you, he’s a very jealous man but would never cross the line of what you made clear that you are not allowing him to affect your life this way,yeah could be useful sometimes but not always and on everything.

loves indulging in luxury and would likely spoil you with extravagant gifts and grand gestures. Despite his tough exterior, he's surprisingly sensitive and has a caring side, making him attentive to your feelings.

he loves it when you open up to him because all he wants is to help you and see you happy and better!

date ideas would be in playing games around the Building such as hide and seek or whatever you guys could make up until uno invites you two to his play room again.

he is a big drama king,make things in up to be taken care off, to br loved and cuddled by his perfect baby.

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༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ🎎⋆｡˚(tsukumo)

Honestly as a ninja, he values loyalty and precision, so you could count on him to be reliable and deeply committed in the relationship.

i don’t think he was in any relationshipes or some thing he’s just shy and chill! lucky enough to be your bf.

He might come off as serious and reserved at times, but he has a caring heart Specifically when the only love he see is by you ofc after spending half his life acting and then the rest in prison he never got a chance to be in a relationship, he was loved by people! but only for his job not for him himself which led to his insecurity and a little social anxiety.

he is a really loving boyfriend and he do his best to make you happy even when he does actually know what to do , his love language is mostly physical affection , he loves to lay on you and when you grab the palm of his hand and massage him and draw circles with your fingers , he gets a little dizzy and sometimes sleepy.

a date night with him is kinda of hard to understand,like what’s going on? but the cutest one is when he got you to ride Yamato’s horse on your birthday.

if you read romance books ,and mentioned your liking for a character’s personality , he would get jealous and start acting like the character next day.

would ask for uno,honey,and trois help when he first started dating you.

I can say that he is a millionaire and I believe in it,like with how Famous he was im sure he got paid real good, so now you have this adorable little cant-be-sugar daddy that spoiled you with everything you even get your eye on.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🔥˚˖𓍢ִ📖✧˚. (Musashi)

I would recommend him as a boyfriend if you’re book talker ,that way you both match freak ,but i don’t think he is interested in any type of books to read, he’s a more interested in educational books after all he’s a loving to learn person! and he didn’t have his chance to finish his journey.

i don’t really know if he ever been in a relationship but i think no due to his flashback he never got the chance to,but any way you are here and all he wants is you.

he is a soft and warm inside out and more than happy to be able to find love in such a place and he loves hanging out with you specially when he’s lonely in his call .

he used to hate being lonely ,but ofc enjoyed the quiet and peace , but actually to be able to talk to someone that loves him and care for him is such a gift that he will never risks sacrificing it.

so what i pretty much think of him as the Royal Knight that has has been given the world into his hands, he is super protector of you and ready to hurt himself for you and do the best he could to keep you safe and close.

he got through alot and knows how does it round there so he doesn’t want you to get hurt or anything,he know you’re Tough because how could you end up here if you were not!?.

The language of his love is to read for you, share his information and discuss them or chat or randomly start yapping about them with you, and to communicate with you physically too .

For dating places i would say nothing much but cozy nights together in bed while talking about your day to each other,or going with him to uno’s gaming room or wherever he goes ,he likes to have you around him.

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ฅ^ >ヮ<^₎ ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ.

I hope i did great and im sorry it took me a while it’s my first time getting my thoughts together about all the Characters 😭 ,and if i wrote something wrong ,Please tell me because English is not my first language ! :(.

[midnight1nk]

EPISODE CONCEPT #7

What if... SMG4 takes a vacation?

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For context... c'mon, can't a guy catch a break? :) Time for a vacation! [Also available on AO3 + Wattpad]

Let's hope Four doesn't waste all the bajillion dollars I just gave him. Am I right, @bowlolol? (yep it's part 2 of concept #5 - link)

"No regrets."

Four zips up his suitcase with an exhausted yet satisfied "hmph". He sat the case up to its wheel, facing the Crew. "You guys have always been telling me to take a break from editing, especially because of WOTFI and Marty months ago. It's about time. Besides, I just finished editing the video I've worked on for the past week." 

Four pulls out his phone and presses the "Publish" button on the YouTube studio, making a video public. "And...there, I should be good for the whole vacation," he said. "I mean, who wouldn't want to see a 10-hour complication of Kermit clips!"

Puppy-eyed Mario falls to his knees, putting his hands together. "SMG4, please take Mario with you!"

"Sorry, Mario, but the giveaway only had one ticket to give out. It was such a good deal too!" His finger points over to the pile of empty RIZZ soda cans in the corner of the room, it admittedly took forever to find the ultra-rare can with the QR code. "Totally worth it."

Mario went over to Four, pleading him to sneak the Italian Funnyman(TM) in his suitcase. In the meantime, Meggy was on a video call with an old friend.

"Thanks again, Auri, for being SMG4's guide. Just make sure he doesn't lose his suitcase like I did," she said.

Auri giggles. "Of course, anything for you, partner! I'll be sure to meet him at the port. Guy with the blue "S" cap, right?" Meggy nods in response, Auri does a salute. "Alright. But I hope his ship gets here before the storm does, heard it was going to be really rough."

"Yeah, SMG4 can get a bit seasick. Well, we're just about to drop him off by the docks. I'll talk to you soon, Auri!"

After Auri says goodbye, they hang up and Meggy turns to see Mario being dragged around by his grip on Four's ankle. She asked, "Ready to go?"

Four gave her a thumbs-up. "You bet!"

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

The Crew waved Four farewell as he did the same as he was on board the ship heading towards Port Aurora. Once the ship was out of sight, they all went back to what they were doing, content with the fact that Four wouldn't be in front of the screen all day. Well, everyone except Mario, who was staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom out of boredom.

Don't get him wrong, Mario is happy for Four. Ever since the 'perfect' incident, each of them was secretly weary of Four spending too much time editing a video. Not that they could stop him completely, he's a YouTube content creator after all. So, they would occasionally go up to him and ask him for something or straight up to take a break. Mario remembered he did it one time, when he asked Four for milk. Sure, it wasn't the most solid plan but it was at least something that distracted him for a bit. What other plan was there anyway?

Ask him for a cup of sugar? Pfft. That's pretty lame excuse, even for Mario.

Mario groaned, getting off from his bed. Four finally takes a break but without him around, the poor plumber is left alone, bored. There wasn't really anyone to go along with his funny shenanigans. So, he tried it with his other friends.

Luigi ended up having to clean up the mess he made at the flower shop. Melony was busy working on her second book. He got bored listening to Boopkin's stories. Three was also busy, running the cafe and streaming. Saiko was in band practice with Kaizo.

Then, there was Meggy. From what he could tell, Meggy was unsure if she could keep her red beanie. Unsure what to do with her life anymore. He couldn't blame her, after Western Spaghetti and what Mr Puzzles did. It was a lot to take in. It'll be best to give her some space, away from his silliness.

So, he tried doing stuff on his own, like reacting to some Nintendo memes in the game room. But it didn't feel the same. Tari was also there, focused on a gaming session with Belle and some other online friends. 

However, seeing how Mario drooping in his chair, Tari paused her game. "Sorry guys but I need to do something real quick. Be right back." She mutes her microphone and heads over to her friend. "Hey, Mario? You feeling okay?" 

"I'm just so bored," the red Italian said. "Wish SMG4 was here." 

"Oh, Mario, it's only been a couple of hours. He won't be back until after 3 weeks." 

"ONLY A COUPLE OF HOURS?" Mario shouted, his eyes shot open. Panicking, he went to shake Tari by the shoulders. "Tari, someone is messing with the time gods! It's the end of the world!"

Tari, being used to Mario's energy, simply grabbed his hands in reassurance. "You really miss him, huh?"

"He is Mario's best friend." He calms down, his eyes starting to water. "We have done a lot of stuff together."

"Hmm, do you want to hang out with me?"

"Thanks, but it won't feel the same."

She takes a moment to think, her pointer finger on her chin, until an idea comes to mind. "Why don't you send SMG4 a video postcard?" Tari asks, capturing Mario's curiosity. "I'm sure SMG4 misses us too, so maybe you could send a video of our friends. Around the Showgrounds. You could ask him to do the same in Port Aurora. That way, you guys will still be in contact."

Mario's eyes sparkled, jumping with enthusiasm. He shakes Tari's hand, thanking her, before running out of the game room. With a camera in hand, he goes around recording everything he can and the first person he went to was Luigi, of course. Mario apologized about the mess but he is willing to make it up to him by helping out doing some labor. Luigi was happy at the offer.

While Luigi handled customers and arranged flower arrangements, Mario was going around doing deliveries. It was the best part, after all, steering the wheel while making airplane noises. Nearly crashing into several cars, y'know the usual. But then he passed by Meggy's house. Wanting to cheer her up, he asked Meggy to come along.

Meggy shakes her head. "I don't know, Red."

"C'mon, it'll be fun! Certified Mario promise." 

 "Well, okay..." She complies with a note of hesitation.

Mario let out a "yippee" and carried her to the delivery truck like a sack of potatoes. As Mario drove, Meggy was reading off the list for him since he's not a fan of reading. Her finger stopped at a particular address. "Wait, 'Wright'? As in, Phoenix Wright?" 

"Oh, yeah. That was the lawyer guy you're a fan of, right?" 

"Can we go see him?" She asked, sudden enthusiasm simply blooming from her.

Mario was surprised by it but he smiled, gladly changing the route for her. Stopping at a tall office building, Meggy and Mario went in and searched for Phoenix Wright's office. At the reception desk, they saw the man himself, talking to two younger lawyers in red and yellow. 

The secretary, seeing the duo, called out to Phoenix. "Ooh, looks like someone got a nice bouquet!"

Phoenix, seeing the familiar faces by the desk, excused himself from his co-workers before greeting the M&M duo. "Hello Mario, Meggy! It's been a while. Do you guys need more legal help?"

"No, Mario's just here to help Luigi out." Mario holds out the bouquet, red roses as the order said.

Phoenix grabs it from his hands and examines the card attached. From reading it, he grew a fond smile on his face. "Thanks for the delivery," he said.

Like a polite student, Meggy raised her hand. "Um, actually, I could use some advice. Between friends, if that's okay."

Phoenix tilted his head, gears turning in his mind, before he giver her a nod. "Sure, why don't we take a walk?" He said before turning to the secretary, handing the flowers to her. "Truce..."

"Don't worry, I'll let them know," Trucy reassured. "Just be back before we need to meet for lunch."

"Oh, yeah," Phoenix chuckles. His face then turned serious, almost grim. It was enough to know it was supposed to be mocking. "Wright, I reserved this days ago and you're here drenched in rainwater. This is what happens when you're late," he impersonated with a mid-Atlantic accent before returning to his normal self. "Alright then, take the wheel. We all know how Apollo was last time."

"HEY!" A shout can be heard from another room. "That wasn't even my fault!"

Phoenix and Trucy shake their heads. He guides Mario and Meggy out, and to a nearby park. Mario had some packages to deliver nearby so he left the other two to walk alone.

"So, what's in your mind?" He asks.

 "It's just..." Meggy sighs, trying to tie her thoughts to something cohesive. "A lot has happened."

Meggy goes on to explain what happened after the Nintendo lawsuit. The 'It's Gotta Be Perfect' incident, Western Spaghetti. Mr Puzzles, Leggy. With the Crew, every day is another adventure but it's starting to take a toll on her sometimes.

"Everything I am was because of One-Shot Wren," she explains. "Splatfest, Desti. I idolized him so much that I didn't know what to do with myself after what happened. I get where he was coming from, I do. But he hurt my friends, me. It's like I lived through a lie, my entire life. I just don't know what to do anymore."

"I see." He nods emphatically. "Y'know, you remind me of a friend. He, too, idolized someone, put them on a pedestal. I think it was because he knew what he lost, and he wished he could have it back. Like you, he pursued the same career his idol had, following every guideline to a 'T'. When he discovered his idol was nothing but a cruel man, he felt lost. What else can you do when you are just a pawn in someone else's game?" 

Phoenix pulls out a golden locket from his blazer pocket, clicking the tiny latch open. "So, he went to rediscover himself. What it means to be a prosecutor, was what he told me. He found that answer, pursuing the truth. He taught me a lot of things, and I guess I did the same for him."

Phoenix hands the locket to Meggy, to finally see what was inside. It was a small family portrait. Other than Phoenix, there was another man around the same age, his face more sharper and with warm gray hair. Then there were two teen girls, one with a raven black ponytail, and another girl that Meggy recognized as the secretary she just met. What caught her eye was the gold rings both men wore.

"Wait, you're married?" She asks, handing the locket back.

Indeed, there was a golden band on his ring finger. He laughs. "Not a lot of people suspect the infamous Turnabout Terror being married to the city's Chief Prosecutor. Yes, before we got into law, we were childhood friends."

"Ah, well congrats! You seem to have a nice family."

 "I do. And don't think we don't have our hardships. The point is, Meggy, it's not too late to rediscover who you are. If you want to continue with Splatfest, do it. If you want to continue doing law, do it. But do it for yourself, not to prove something to anyone. Like I said, the truth can help you a lot when you want to find it."

"Thanks, I really needed this," Meggy says, giving a firm nod. The spark that once was lost in her soul started to come back once more.

Mario comes back to get Meggy, and both say goodbye to the lawyer. Meggy soon learned about the postcard idea Tari proposed and wanted to help Mario out, thinking it was a great idea. After the deliveries, they went along filming postcards for everyone.

Luigi and Shroomy prepare a giant flower float for an incoming parade. Melony and Swag presenting the publishing gathering of her newest book. Boopkins having a friendly hangout with Hatsune Miku, talking about anime. Tari and her friends are in a gaming tournament. Bob trying, and failing, to get rich at a nearby casino. Saiko and Kaizo performing in a live audience.

After gathering all of the film, Mario went to go edit them in Four's room. Four, being a content creator and all, would surely have the best editing software.

Pulling the app up, Mario noticed Four left a project open, labeled "video3_draftdraft(unfinished)".

"Huh, a 10-hour compilation of Kermit clips..." Mario concludes by skimming through the video. Not thinking too much about it, he shrugs. "Ah, classic SMG4, he forgot to save and close out." Mario went ahead and saved it, dragging the file to the 'Complete' folder Four had. The outlier, the rest of the files in that folder were either labeled "final" or "(ready)". 

"All done," he proclaims with a thumbs-up. "Now, time to do the postcard."

After editing the videos into a single one, Meggy came to check in on how he was doing. Overall, it looks awesome. Except for one thing...

"What do you guys want?" Three asks. Of course, he could be annoyed but he was more confused by the comedically large camera Mario held. "And what's with the giant camera?"

"We're gonna send SMG4 a video postcard!" Mario said before Meggy chimed in, "It's almost complete, we just need something from you."

Hearing this, Three smirked. "Well then, I'll gladly make a clip all about me!"

"SMG3, be serious," Meggy says. "This isn't time for you to gloat, you can do that any other time. It's more than a postcard, it's to show that we care about SMG4 as his friends."

"Friends?" SMG3 repeated, his smirk fading away to a new mix of expression, bashfulness and denial. He looks away, crossing his arms. "Uh, no. No, we aren't friends."

Both Meggy and Mario shared a suspicious yet amusing brow. Yeah, sure. "So.... can we film?" Mario asks.

"No."

Mario and Meggy blinked, surprised. "What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

Knowing Three, perhaps too well, Meggy knows he's hiding something. "Well, if you want to, you can just film it yourself and send us the clip. We'll leave you be, c'mon Red."

Three watched as M&M duo walked back to the Castle before being back in the cafe. Nearby Eggdog barked, warning him that it was almost time for his stream. "You're right, thanks Eggdog." He patted Eggdog's head. "Pfft, sending a sappy video to SMG4. As if!"

He went ahead to stream Mario Party for tonight, the usual routine. After thanking the chat for the subs and donations, he logged off and pulled out his notebook to write about the day. Just as he turned to a blank page, his finger stopped at a particular page and he stopped to see what it was. It was the drawing he drew at the end of WOTFI 2023, of him and SMG4 sharing a coffee together. Three's face softens.

It's such a phenomenon, isn't it?

Rivals, friends, none of it matters when it comes to Four and Three. They would always cross each other's paths, bounded by a cosmic link. And yet, the roles they play were already set in stone the moment they landed in the Mushroom Kingdom. Good and bad, light and dark.

Two sides of the same coin.

It was always one pressing the other, to keep on their toes. Three supposed that was the thrill of it all, his life ever more exciting. He always wondered if Four felt the same way. If he suspected that it was the case, then it would be even more proof that they can keep up each other's pace. Three knows Four, and Four in return. It's what essentially saved Four from the 'perfect' incident.

Other than Four, no one else could truly understand. Even with Four, there are secrets Three hoped they would never see the light of day. It was the role he was chosen part, and the show must go on. If he revealed all of himself to the rest of the world, surely people wouldn't be happy about it. Hell, people already despised him for not being threatening anymore. How far was he truly going to go for them? For Four?

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he supposed he could do a clip.

Indeed, take after take, he tried to make a video he was satisfied with. But no matter what he did, his words weren't right. His silence wasn't right. Naturally, he was frustrated at that fact but he pushed himself to give one last take.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Looking over their shoulders, Three's eyes chased after the mouse cursor. He already sent the video to Meggy, trusting her more than Mario. Three already knew Mario would tease him for what he essentially said to Four. Regardless, he kept an eye on the M&M duo editing the video, occasionally warning them to not look at his clip. To not even think of listening to it.

After saving the video, Meggy exported the final video to Mario's phone. "And, I think we're done!" Task completed, Mario and her share a high-five.

Three reminded, "You better delete my clip from your messages, Squid."

"Don't worry, I got it," Meggy reassured, rolling her eyes. She shows her phone screen as proof that she has in fact double-deleted the video. 

"Yippee! Mario can't wait to see Four's reaction!" Mario cheered. When Mario sends the video to Four, a warning pops up on the screen, No signal. "Meggy?"

Meggy looks over the phone Mario shoved in her hands. "Hmm, that's strange. There should be a signal on the island, let me call Auri."

It took a couple of rings but Auri finally responded. "Meggy! I'm so sorry," Auri apologized, his voice sounding like he was about to cry.

"Auri, calm down," Meggy instructed with patience. "What happened?"

"I promised I would find your friend. But when the ship arrived, I was running late and he wasn't at the port when I got there. I tried looking everywhere, but I've lost him."

"Hey, it'll be alright. Maybe he went off on his own," she reasoned, but it was clear that she was starting to get stressed out.

"I'll call the hotel." Three pulled out his phone and dialed the number Four gave to them, putting it in speaker mode.

The receptionist answered, "Hello, this is Hotel Aurora. How can we help you?"

"Hey. Listen, we're looking for a friend who booked a room in your hotel. His name's SMG4."

A pause, the muffled sound of the keyboard typing in the background.

"Sorry, sir, but we don't have anyone under the name SMG4."

"What are you talking about?" Mario jumped in, confused. "He was the winner of that giveaway the Rizz Soda company had."

"What giveaway? We hadn't received anything from any company about that."

Meggy, Mario, and Three all looked at each other, their eyes widened at the implications. It's only been a few days, where in the world is Four?

The Showgrounds went into complete chaos. The Crew tried contracting Four with no response. They contacted the cruise that took Four over sea and according to their logs, Four never got off that ship. Meggy asked Auri for a team to search the island.

Waiting was agony. But what else could they do?

Mario apparently did, suggesting to use the tracker on Four's phone. It worked last time when Mr. Puzzles planned with Puzzlevision. After contacting the phone company and requesting Four's last location, they couldn't believe what they heard next.

Four's phone was in the Mushroom Kingdom. As if he never left.

The Crew immediately contacted everyone they knew to create a search party. Bowser, Shroomy, the military, FM & X, Wario, Waluigi, the Anti-cast, all of the Mario recolors. All of the volunteers as well as the Crew gathered outside the SMG4 Castle while Meggy stood on a stage with a megaphone.

"Alright, everyone. SMG4 could be here in the Mushroom Kingdom but the tracker couldn't pinpoint where it is! We need to split up to cover more ground. If anyone finds him, contact us and tell us where he is." Meggy scans over everyone's worried faces. She takes a stable breath, someone has to be a pillar. "Just be careful out there. We'll get SMG4 home."

The crowd scattered, each going their own way, but Meggy pulled Mario aside. "Red, I know it might be impossible but there's a place I want to check out," she explained and held up her Splattershott. "Want to be my backup?"

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

BOOM

Meggy and Mario busted in through the office door, a trail of unconscious patients on the floor behind them. Ugh, the Meme Rehab. They didn't exactly have a choice but it was better to be safe than sorry. They glared at the man who was now cowering in the corner of the room. 

Meggy goes over and picks him up by the collar. "Alright, Mr. Niceguy, where's SMG4?"

Mr. Niceguy merely stared back, confused. "SMG4? But I haven't—"

Meggy slaps him, interrupting. "Don't play dumb! Tell us where you're hiding him!"

The doctor lets out a high-pitched scream. "I swear I don't know where he is! I swear it on my mother's ashes, please don't hurt me!"

"Uh, Meggy." She turns to Mario, who's pointing out at all the containers filled with other patient's brain lobes. "Mario thinks he's telling the truth. No SMG4 lobe here."

"The red guy is right, I would've done another lobotomy on him if he came back. I swear that he didn't, though."

Meggy sighs, exasperated. "Great, another dead end. I'll let the rest know then." She lets the doctor go, to send a text to the search party's group chat. 

"He was such a great patient," Mr. Niceguy, mutters. "Well, if he wasn't so weird."

Mario and Meggy shared a confused look, then to the doctor. She asks, "What do you mean by weird?"

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Hearing a ding from his back pocket, Three saw Meggy's message of Four not being in the Meme Rehab. As much as it seemed uplifting, It only made Three's concerning suspicions grow larger. Walking down the path, he spotted something familiar. He ran and picked it up, it was Four's phone. Turning it on, he saw the dozens of abandoned calls and messages, dating all the way back to the day SMG4 supposedly left for that vacation.

Looking ahead, he saw a figure on the horizon, a dot of blue, and his blood ran cold. He begged each and every star, hoping Four wouldn't be back here. But he was. Three sent a quick text to the group, telling them that he found him and where, before he ran towards that dreaded place.

Four was standing by the edge of the Pit of Peach's Castle ruins, looking down at the demonic gateway.

Once Three managed to get closer, he slowed down his pace to a halt, afraid that one wrong move would scare Four into falling in. "SMG4?"

Four doesn't say a word but he slightly tilts his head, listening.

Three huffed in disbelief. Is Four serious right now, he asked to himself. "What, you're not gonna say anything? Where the hell have you been? Everyone has been going around like headless chickens, they thought you got kidnapped! I thought..." He stops himself, wanting to say more, but genuine worry wins within him. "What are you doing here?"

A beat. A roll of thunder rumbling overhead.

"You guys shouldn't be jumping to conclusions," Four said, his tone unusually calm. "I'm fine, SMG3. I actually had a great time during my break. It helped me with a lot of things."

Three approached him slowly as light rain started to drizzle. There was another ding from his phone but he shut it off. "C'mon, let's just get out of here."

"I've been thinking back at all the stuff I did. What I chose." Four shakes his head with sorrowful regret. "No matter what I do, everything goes wrong."

Three's arms reached out. "Four..."

Once Three's hand was hovering over Four's shoulder, Four gripped his arm. Within a blink, Three was flung into the air and slammed, the impact causing the ground to crack. Three groaned, thinking that Four might've broken his back, until Four picked him up by the throat. Three's hands immediately tried to pry himself free but Four's grip was firm. With enough strength, Three looked at Four and he felt his heart sink.

Four's eyes, they were pink.

A familiar goo enveloped his eyes, the pink plunging into the dark void. His expression was blank, before it suddenly formed new eyes. Jagged and irregular, glowing white. It wasn't Four anymore. He wasn't even human. One eye was shaped like a triangle and the other was circular. After a blink, a wicked grin crept on Four's face.

"I should've saved the USB over you," Four said, his voice becoming an eerie echo. "It would've made things a lot better, wouldn't you agree?"

Three choked, "Four... don't..."

By Three responding at all, Four frowned, his eyes cycled into different ones. "You have no idea how many hours, weeks, I sacrificed for that perfect video! And then, you had the audacity to say we're friends, you just wanted to save your own skin," Four snapped. After a second, Four took a breath, returning back to his triangular and circular set of eyes. "But that's about to change, and everything will be perfect."

Maintaining his grip, Four holds Three over the edge. "Goodbye, SMG3."

The unnatural strength gathered in his arm, Four tossed Three into the pit, and with that, time seemed to slow down. From the corner of his eye, Three could see the satisfaction beaming off of this man. It isn't Four.

But it was too late. There was nothing Three could do other than to meet his demise.

Suddenly, a force grabbed him by the side, and was pulled out of the way to solid ground with a thump. Three placed a hand over his head and sat up, to discover that the force was Mario. The red plumber looked exasperated, more of worry than anything else.

Four asked, surprised, "What?"

There was a flinch in his eye, as if it was sensing something from behind. Then, when time slowed once more, he dodged the paintball that raced towards him, missed by a hair. The paint, along with the goo covering him, was gone. Four spun around, a trail of pink light from his eyes shimmered like a comet, until he landed in a defensive stance. He moved like a glitch. As the trail faded away, he growled at his newfound threat.

The terrified Crew ran over the hill, Meggy leading them with her Splattershott. "SMG3, get away from that thing!"

She takes another shot. Effortlessly, Four manages to dodge that shot as well. He glared at Three, a silent promise that he'll be back, before escaping. A clash of thunder strikes the ground and the Crew loses sight of him. As Mario helped Three up, the Crew finally reached to them.

"SMG3, did SMG4 look different to you?" Mario asked, concerned.

"Yeah, his eyes were pink. The goo...." Three said, still stunned by what occurred. But he shakes his head,  confusion and frustration taking over. "Can someone tell me what's going on?! Why the fuck does SMG4 have that goo from the incident?"

The Crew looked at each other, unsure what to say to Three. What can they say? Meggy, mustering up the strength, took a step forward. "There's something you should know."

Recalling everything from the interrogation in the Meme Rehab, the surgeon explained that during the lobotomy, he discovered something unnatural in Four's body. It looked like goo. When he tried poking at it, the goo grew eyes and screeched. He felt like his ears were about to bleed so he quickly finished stitching Four's head up. His curiosity, however, got the better of him.

Taking a sample of Four's blood, he examined it under a microscope and observed tiny black specks plaguing the red blood cells before consuming them. Becoming one.

 "It never left," Meggy explains. "That goo has been taking over SMG4 this whole time, reacting to his emotions. He said that, at the rate that it was going, there won't be anything left of him." Her last words faded into a mutter.

Three's eyes searched Meggy's face, unable to process what she just said. "Wha...what are you saying?" He asks, Meggy responds with only visible hesitation. 

"Meggy." She refused to look at him so he grabbed her by the arms. "What are you saying?"

Meggy takes a breath, her mind trying to find a way how to put it delicately for Three. But in every way she sliced it, it just wouldn't be fair for this man. She had to tell him, the way it has to be.

"SMG4... is dead."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

He wanted this to end. Begged for it. He wanted someone to shake him by the shoulders, to wake him up. From his nightmare, from this sick joke. This level of cruelty, he wanted it to stop.

This was no nightmare.

It has been a week since the Crew last saw "SMG4". It was best for it to stay that way, but they knew that thing would stop at nothing to take its vengeance. While the rest of the Crew was preparing the Castle for a grand meeting with the search party volunteers, Meggy was on the other SMGs. Other than the Crew, they were on an expedition and the first to receive the news. Currently rushing back to the Mushroom Kingdom from essentially dropping everything immediately.

"This storm is affecting us a lot more than what we were expecting," SMG1 reports. "But, we promise you that we are on our way. Just stay put."

"Okay then, bye." Meggy hangs up. With a shaky exhausted breath, her hands held her head. Tari, noticing Meggy's distress, walks over and brings her into a side hug.

Boopkins asks her, "Well, what now?"

"Once SMG1 and 2 are here, they can handle it."

"And do what? Use their meme powers to scare the goo away?"

Saiko exclaimed, "Bob!"

Paying no mind, Bob points at Meggy. "You said it yourself, that goo basically went full 'Venom' and took over SMG4! If he is dead, it's going to find a new host."

Boopkins says, "Bob, you're not suggesting..."

"Oh, I'm very much suggesting." Bob pulls out a rocket launcher out of thin air. "It's time to obliterate that son of a bitch."

"He's right." 

Everyone else, besides Bob, pans over to Meggy in shock. "What?"

"Now that I thought about it, SMG4 hasn't been himself ever since the incident," Meggy said. "It's more than just trauma. Sometimes he's strong out of nowhere, or how he got good aim back at WOTFI. He's been acting strange this whole time, I just couldn't see it."

The rest exchanged guilty looks, perhaps they were really to blind to notice. And Four paid the price.

"We managed to save him the first time but..." Meggy looks over to the door to Four's bedroom. "It was because Four was still in there."

Melony asks, "And, what if..."

Meggy shakes her head. "No. He's really gone. I think, to save everyone, the goo has to go. For good. That's what he would've wanted."

The room filled with silence, it was almost suffocating. Four's behavior, the debate was did they see or did they wish not to see? Either way, this was the price and they agreed that death would give mercy to Four's soul from the pain and suffering he had to endure.

Without anyone noticing, Mario slipped into Four's room, he needed to talk to him. The room was dark except for some sunlight peeking through the closed curtains. Just like outside, it was silent here. Other than Mario was Three, curled up in Four's bed, refusing to face the door. His hair was in a loose and greasy mess, and he wore a light gray hoodie. It was one of Four's.

Mario walked over to him, passing by plates of food pilling up on Four's desk. Untouched. He sat on the edge opposite where Three lay, who was unfazed of the mattress shifting by the weight.

"...SMG4 isn't dead," Mario said. A beat. He elaborates, "Mario doesn't know how, he just does. SMG3, you're his partner. You guys are cosmically linked. You must've felt it if it broke, right?"

SMG3 stayed silent in response. Mario took a breath, steadying himself on what he was about to say.

 "They're planning to go after him and..." His voice starts to quiver. "They can't kill him! I can't! I didn't ask to kill my best friend, SMG3. I... don't think I can."

Silent, once again. Mario lets out a sigh and stands up. "I just don't want to lose another friend." He leaves Three alone in the room, the soft click of the door closing behind him.

What Mario couldn't see were the silent tears that rolled down Three's face. The news of SMG4's death. The world completely changed, like someone pulled a rug from under his feet.

And nothing was the same again.

The minute they returned to the Castle, Three had beelined to Four's room. Perhaps because he was still in denial, he tidied the room up. Four was never exactly an organized person anyway. Three made his bed, dusted his shelves, and threw out the food takeout bags. He held on to that hope, that Four was gonna come in at any second and be normal again. That everything will be fine again.

That he'll be back.

Even when tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, he refused and refused and refused goddamnit. He'd known Four for years, he had been his long-time rival for meme's sake. Four was stubborn, and resilient. The sight of his determination shined brilliantly in Three's eyes, it blinded him as a rival but admired it as a friend. So, why? Why was this the thing that stopped Four?

Those thoughts spiraled in his mind as he folded up one of Four's hoodies. From its touch, Three remembered when his partner wore it, that tender smile on his face. It was always reserved for Three. One memory was all it took for Three to terms with this undeniable fact, breaking into an uncontrollable sob and burying himself in the hoodie. Back then, when he had control over the YouTube Remote, he asked to take Four's place.

This was what he asked for. And there he was, a complete mess.

After that, as the rest of the world was, he went numb. His friends came and went to check up on him. Food, condolences. They begged to say something, anything.

He didn't.

Sitting himself up, he looked down at what he clenched in his fist. It was a small USB that appeared identical to the pod Four landed in the Mushroom Kingdom with. Blue and white, fashioned in a bracelet. Ever since their pods flew away, these USB keys were left behind. During the confrontation at the Pit, Three somehow yanked it off from Four's wrist.

Being isolation, it gave him time to think and one question remained, where did this goo even come from, before the 'perfect' incident? That keyboard, it must be a lead. It doesn't matter how many precautions he had to prevent something like this from happening, he needed to find answers. He already failed Four once, this was the only way he could make it up to him.

With what Mario just told him, he was running out of time.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

"Hey, Gary. I know this is out of the blue, but I need a favor."

In the depths of the Dark Web, a light passes through the underground labyrinth. Three, a flashlight in one hand, fidgeted with the drawstring of Four's hoodie. No one must know where the realm's Archives are, much less that he was one of the Meme Guardians who had access to it.

"Is this about your cafe of yours?"

At last, he reached to a stone-bricked door, moss creeping through the cracks, and his hood was pulled off to allow himself to be scanned. With a confirming beep, the door rolled itself open and a computer covered in dust awaited for him inside. He swiped some of it off with a sleeve to find a small rectangular keyhole.

"No, not this time. I need you for a mission, you're the only one in the Dark Web I can trust."

Taking it off around his neck, Three held his black and indigo USB key, strung as a pendant. He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. The room suddenly awakens in light, rows of digital manilla folders circled at the ready.

After Three pressed a couple of buttons and scanned his photo, the database became a hurricane, narrowing down from millions. Only a few dozen closely matched the input he put in. He picked up each and every folder, his eyes skimming past unnecessary details until it came to one.

A folder, dated back years ago, long before he was a Guardian, perhaps held a start...

CLIENT NAME — Winston [REDACTED]

AGE — [REDACTED]

PRODUCT — Failed Lab Subject #18

He read through the shopkeeper's notes, how a man asked for a transmutation device that is compatible and adapts to biological matter. "The new evolution" was what he said. The buyer claimed that was a personal experiment on plants, Three highly doubts that it was.

From one file to another, Three chased a lead of this "subject #18" into a spiraling rabbit hole. A laboratory, unsanctioned experimentation. A weapon. All to lead to one name:

Project Horus

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Everyone in the Castle stood around the table, a sense of mourning settling in. Who knew it would have to come to this?

"How did the goo even get to SMG4?" Tari wondered. "I thought it went down with Peach's Castle."

Luigi responds, "Someone must've brought it back, maybe the keyboard wasn't needed."

"Well, SMG1 and 2 better be here soon and fix this mess." Saiko stepped up, "Forget the kingdom, the whole world will be in danger."

"As if they were there the first time," Swag said, being reminded of the 'perfect' incident. He pulls out a grenade. "I'd say let's blow that goo to smithereens.

Then, they all started to jump in with their own suggestions, shouting over each other that their idea was better. Bowser offered his airship, Steve his buckets of lava, the military their tanks. Bob with his (illegally-obtained) weapons, Saiko her hammer.

But when the question came of who was going to be the one to finish Four, they beat around the bush.

Mario looked at all of them in disbelief, a pit forming in his stomach. It just couldn't be real. His best friend, one he had known for years, was gone. And here they were, debating how to kill the shell that was once Four.

Meggy could feel his pain and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Red, I'm..."

The doors of the Castle burst open, distracting everyone from their argument. To their surprise, "SMG3?"

Indeed it was. Three, abandoning the hoodie and loose hair, marched in with a fresh new look. He wore a purple belt holding his black overalls, and his iconic gloves inverted in color. On one arm, he wore a red and white checkered band while the other had a simple stubbed black band. Gary was close behind him with a cart full of weaponry.

"None of those are gonna work. That goo mutated from too many experiments that it's practically invincible." Three goes over to the table and leans on its surface with his knuckles.

"How would you know that?" Bob asked.

"The goo was created by a secret government experiment to explore and survive the Great Beyond," he elaborated. "Or am I wrong, Chris?"

They all turn to Chris, then back to Three. Bewildered but it was clear that they demanded an explanation.

Swag steps in defensively. "Hold up, you can't just accuse Chris of anything! Besides, there's no..." But he looked over at Chris, who was tense. "Chris?"

"I'm not accusing Chris of anything, calm down," Three says to Swag. "He might've known about the experiment but he didn't do any of that stuff himself."

Though he was reluctant, Chris sighed in defeat. He confessed, "It's true. I remember when the whole base was in total chaos when the subject managed to break out of its containment chamber. Project Horus."

"After that, it got captured and experimented on twice. A lab in the Dark Web, and Mr Puzzles," Three adds. The Crew freezes with a note of recognition in that name. He changes the subject, "We're not going to be here all day pointing fingers on who's going to be the one to kill the goo. I'll do it."

Meggy intervenes, "SMG3, I don't think..."

"I was SMG4's Meme Guardian partner. It's only fair that I'd be the one to take it down." He looked over to Mario and lowered his head apologetically.

Chris asks, "If the government couldn't even control it, what makes you think you got a chance at this? You barely made it last time."

"SMG4 was the one who gave it to us," Three replied as Gary tossed him a black and red rifle.

The Dark Web lab's weapon, dubbed "The Ultimate Virus", has a single "bullet" powerful enough not only to kill any entity, but it erase their existence entirely. This includes erasing any memory of it from everyone who interacted with said entity, in this case, the goo since it's all that remained.

Why remember the monster that killed Four?

Though, it is useless by itself, without two particular keys. Well, except if you happened to be lucky. Inserting his and Four's USB in their designated slots on each side, the rifle sparked to life. Its miniature lights glow red, ready to fire in Three's command.

Three's eyes masked with determination, vengeance. "Whoever wants to join, prepare yourselves because there will be no coming back."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

There were a few who would know about this place. Passing from the Showgrounds and through the woods, there is a flower field on a nearby cliff, overlooking the sea. It's quite calm, the only company other than oneself was the sound of the whispering breeze and the waves kissing the rocks below. Right above, there was a spectacle of stars.

Three twirled one of the white lilies between his fingers, his cap laid next to where he sat. As expected like an old friend, the wind blew through his ponytail that was tied with a long white ribbon. A finger delicately trailed on its petals, his face in utter turmoil and loss.

"SMG3, are you sure you're up to this?"

Four was the one who brought him to this place. Three had a nightmare one time and was brought here to help with his nerves. Ever since then, this was their secret spot. At least, it used to. Now, it all belongs to Three.

"My partner is gone, Gary. If I can avenge him by killing Horus, then I won't regret anything."

The goo, "Horus" was the name the Dark Web lab gave, was the one who took SMG4 away from him. Three could put the rest of the blame onto Mr Puzzles. Or Winston, whatever his damn name is. Perhaps, in another timeline, he would've given Mr Puzzles a chance to redeem himself. Three used to be like him, after all. But to go this far, this has to end. He has to end it.

He had contacted Gary for a favor, to bring in the best of the best of his inventory for his friends to defend with. With the material strong enough to withstand Horus, they'll be fine. However, there was a doubt, lingering in the back of his mind. One he wasn't willing to show to the Crew.

"SMG4, if you're still in there somehow, show me a sign," Three said. "And I won't shoot, I promise."

He let the wind take the lily from his hand and watched until it flew far, far away. After putting on his cap that hid his ponytail, he got up and walked back into the Showgrounds. The Crew needed a leader for tomorrow, after all.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

His pink eyes stared above, fascinated by the stars shining ever so brightly. You get tired of the same old red tentacles roaming around in this pit. Not that what was left of Peach's Castle helped his boredom either. But the stars, he didn't know why he was so captivated by them.

Horus supposed this was the consequence of waiting in one place.

Suddenly, he spotted some movement and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what the object was. Though it was impossible, he thought it might've been a falling star. It didn't seem to present any threat. He curiously waited until he was able to catch it. It was a white lily. His eyes flashed blue.

"...Three?"

But he shook his head and dropped the lily, eyes returning to pink. No, he needs to focus on what's important.

The host must live.

✧-✧-✧

[ To be continued... // PART 1 // PART 3 ]

That's right, my dear fellows, this was part 2 of Concept #5 all along [*insert villain laugh here*]

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.2 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game....Uhhh...I think that is all.

You sat by the river bank, looking at the fishes as everyone was once again getting ready to go back on the road. Hearing footsteps you look seeing Astarion crotch near you. “Here, drink up before anyone sees us.” He hands you a small goblet with blood.  You grab onto the silver cup and drink it all in one gulp. Astarion looks around making sure no one was watching as he wipes your mouth with his sleeve “There now we are both less cranky.” He smirks, washing the cup right away. “I feel much better now” You look at him savoring the taste of the bitter blood. “Now I promise I won’t run off!” You grin showing your sharp fangs. “Easy on the smile now, I can see your little pathetic fangs.” He boops your nose before walking back to his tent. Walking around the camp you collected some flowers near the riverbank before looking around seeing everyone has left besides Karlach. “Hey! Where did everyone else go?” You pouted walking to her. The tall woman smiles looking down at you, “It’s just the both of us, little soldier. We think it’s best if one of us stays at the camp with you. It’s dangerous out there.” She chuckles seeing you cross your arms. “But we can take this opportunity to get to know each other.” She sits down on the ground. “Hmmm…”You look at her, was she part of the game as well? You did promise Astarion you would win this game for them. “Okay!” Sitting down next to her, you look up at her “Tell me about you! I wanna know why you have a broken horn” You pointed. “That will be a tough one…let me see if I can give you the kid friendly version.” 

“Why in the hell did you accept this charity work when our goal is to get this thing out of our heads?!” Astarion frowns after Tav was done talking to Zevlor. “Hey, Halsin can be our ticket to healing us after seeing what Nettie was going to make us do. We need to rescue him.” Tav looks at Astarion, “You are welcome to switch places with Karlach and look after (Y/N)” They crossed their arms. Astarion stops whining, “ On second thought I rather do this than babysit a child.” He mutters. “You know, you two seem to know each other.” Gale began to poke. Astarion rolls his eyes “Stay out of my business will you wizard? The child must have seen me somewhere in Baldur’s Gate and felt much safer with a familiar face. “ The elf shrugs and walks around the grove seeing what he can take. Shadowheart walks around as well. “It’s going to be harder to travel with a child, the dangers we will face.” She comments “We can’t leave them either since they also have the tadpole. Poor child” She hissed something glows on her hand hurting her. Astarion ignores her, thinking back how your life is. It’s already over since Cazador made you a spawn. “Yeah…poor kid” He mutters and walks further into the Grove. 

You lay on the ground in Astarions tent, after hearing Karlachs story, you look at the sky admiring it. You wonder why didn’t papa let you step outside the big palace. He would always warn you to stay away from the windows and never step foot out of the palace. The sky was beautiful, you want to keep admiring it after you go back home. Maybe if you convince him, he’ll let you at least see it outside of the window. “Papa…Mama…” You whisper thinking back to them. Rubbing your eyes, you were met with Astarion looking down at you. “Aww did you miss me little creature?” He smirks laying down next to you. “I miss papa” Sitting up you play with his hair. “Of course papa…hmm (Y/N) what did you mean about mad like papa?” He leans on his side looking at you. You look down “I remember papa getting mad at mama…” You whisper the memory fresh in your mind. “Mama…and do you know what Cazador was mad at?” He once again began to play with your hair, a habit he’s been getting. “I couldn’t hear…they were talking very lowly but I saw papa grab mama’s neck and then he took a bite on it. I wanted to check on mama but papa said she was going to sleep and took me home with him in the big castle.” You retold the story. Astarion only watches you retold it, he hums thinking. Must have killed her in front of her and took in the child before turning them into a spawn. “ I see, I bet you miss your mother.” He looked at the sky as it was setting down. “I do but papa says she was a terrible mother…I don’t know why but I don’t want papa to get mad at me?” You play with the dirt only for Astarion to stop you. “Careful you’ll get dirty.” He sighs before looking at you. “How are you? Blood wise little spawn.” He dugs into his bag to pull out another small vial of blood. “Gimmie!” You try to reach for it only for him to pull back. “Drink a little, this should last you till the morning.” He gently tips the vial on your mouth giving half. 

The next day, Astarion sighs sitting on the ground watching you chase a butterfly as he was replaced, Karlach taking his spot. You giggle chasing the small insect. “Astarion! When will I be able to see papa?” You walk over to the pale elf. “I don’t know.” He groans “This the 5th time you’ve asked me, don’t ask me again, got it?” He fixes your shirt before seeing a hole. “Where did you get this from?” He tuts. You look down shrugging. “Children I swear.” He mutters “ I’ll patch it up tonight.” He looks at his small kit. You grinned, “Thank you!” You wrapped your little arms around his neck. He tense up, before slowly rubbing your back, “Yeah yeah, now go back to chasing this pointless butterfly.” He gently shoves you away as you run off to chase the poor butterfly. How can a little spawn like yourself make him feel different?

   Night came rolling, You were asleep on your side of the tent. Astarion looks around and sees everyone asleep. He slowly got up and walked over to the Tav leaning in before seeing them awake. “Shit…” He mutters and backs up. (The rest is history for us Astarion Fans)

You woke up to the sound of chatter. Sitting up, you noticed everyone around Astarion. Getting up, your little legs walk over clinging on to his pant leg. “ And is (Y/N) a vampire Spawn as well?” Tav looks down at you. Astarion sighs “Yes, Cazador, my old master also made them into a spawn.” He looks down at you. Hearing the name Cazador, you grin “He’s my papa!” You bounce happily. “But she’s so young” Gale looks down at you, “Will she be needing blood as well? Right away, We don’t bite out of nowhere okay?”

Astarion frowns seeing Gale already showing you manners on being a spawn. “Yeah yeah, we bite before asking, don’t we (Y/N)?” He pulls you closer to him and away from Gale. You only nodded still clinging on to his pants. “ Has she taken blood yet?” Karlach looks over to you smiling “For a little spawn they are rather adorable.” She chuckles as you get distracted chasing once again a butterfly. “Why don’t they have red eyes? Where did Cazador bite them?” Astarion goes to speak but stops as they were right. “I…I don’t know…” He looks at you before walking over  “ Come here.” He gently stops you and looks at your (E/C) eyes before looking down at your neck seeing nothing. “(Y/N) I need you to tell me the truth, where did he bite?” He looks at you sternly. You only tilt your head “Bite…he only bit mama…” Upon hearing you, his eyes widened and stood up, backing a bit. “What is it?” Tav walks over. “They are a Daywalker. Dhampire’s….You…they…Cazador…” He whispers trying to make this all sense. “When has Cazador been…involved with a human…” He whispers looking at you. “Especially to have you…” He looks down at you as you stare back at him, only one thing crossing across his mind. 

What did he get himself into

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Important Author's Note: Thank you so much, it seems all of you are loving this, please do be patient. This story will start off slow but all the action and more secrets will be out in the upcoming chapters. I also have another idea, what about a fic where Astarion was married to the reader before he was killed and now that 200 years have passed he sees her again. Would you guys like that? I have another Astarion Fic as well in my blog called Hunted Past so please do check that out. Thank you everyone! Stay safe and stay hydrated!

-Axie

[ghostofashina]

The dilemma with the source of golden lightning and how it can bring a hidden face of the Golden Prince.

I keep thinking about Godwyn's lightning. And something didn't sit right with me. And the more I dug into it, the more of a... revelation I had of Godwyn.

Except for Fortissax wielding "Death Lightning", I don't recall any ancient dragon with actual golden lightning. Yet, not only godwyn's lightning was described as golden, but every dragon cult incantation is golden.

According to Death Lightning:

It is said that this golden lightning was wielded by Godwyn, who befriended Fortissax.

But Vyke's dragonbolt ain't golden. And as Godwyn, he is said to be loved by a dragon. Not only that, but after we befriend Florissax, she gives us her own dragonbolt blessing, and it's not golden. The only golden dragonbolt we find, is near Godwyn's memorial, in a church with Radagon's statue (which, I have to say, I find very... odd.)

And then, we have the Gravel Stone Seal (and I believe it belonged to Godwyn at some point), which is even more odd, because it says:

The worship of the ancient dragons does not conflict with belief in the Erdtree. After all, this seal, and lightning itself, are both imbued with gold.

Except this is straight up a lie. Only Godwyn had golden lightning and, therefore, his soldiers, etc.

But there's others sources of golden lightning. And I want to mention one kind that seems to come from Godwyn himself.

The flower. We have 2 types of lightning flowers. One of them you find all over the place in the base game, called Fulgurbloom. And other kind that only grows in Lands of Shadow, called Yellow Fulgurbloom. Now this is really interesting:

Fulgurblooms are found in many places, including Farum Azula, and can be used to craft an ordinary llightning grease. However, Yellow Fulgurblooms ONLY spawn inside Godwyn's catacombs and is used to craft the dragonbolt grease, a favorite tool of Godwyn's soldiers, an item that does not exist outside the DLC.

I always thought that Fulgurblooms were responsible for the eletric goats we find everywhere, and I still think it's the case. And that this a natural item of this world. Which I don't think it's the case of the Yellow Fulgurbloom. Blossoms in the realm of shadow's underground gravesites and places struck by lightning. Imbued with yellow lightning's essence: which means, in the presence of Godwyn. Yes, resembles Miquella's lily. Or even the butterflies. Because we also have the Red Fulgurbloom and it's said "to bloom where the red lightning of the ancient dragons strikes the earth". It grows where the lightning hits. So I guess that, besides the divided corpses of the Prince of Death, these flowers can help us confirm Godwyn was there at some point.

But, once again, where does the golden lightning come from? And this is where things start to make me dizzy. Because we have a known source of golden lightning: storms. At the base game, we have storms aspects linked to a Lord that Godfrey defeated.

Then, going back to DLC, all storms aspects come from the Hornsent. The Divine Beast Warriors wield aspects of storms, such as wind, ice and lightning: golden lightning, very similar to the dragon cult incantations. They even have a golden lightning spear. Not only that, but the Divine Beast Dancing Lion also have golden lightning and one of them is actually infected with Deathblight, for whatever reason. And the Divine Beast has the exact lightning of the Death Lightning, without the corruption of deathblight.

I don't have any big conclusion so far, but the more I look into it, the less I think Godwyn's lightning had the dragons as source. Don't get me wrong: it started with the dragons, of course it did, but I guess its roots are far more deep inside a genocide of a culture: part of a genocide is also appropiation of a culture being stolen. And that, perhaps, Godwyn himself had a part on it.

Messmer had an entire storehouse with dozens of specimens. That was not made to preserve the Hornsent culture in any good means, it was a source of study and experiment. And now I start to think he wasn't alone in this quest.

[mvltisstuff]

cardigan - e.d

summary: when meeting eddie’s family, things don’t go over as well as y/n hoped; that doesn’t change all of the things he loves about her.

eddie diaz x reader

i have state testing and finals coming up so i will be editing this as soon as i can, but i wanted to get it up anyway :)) also i love spanish so this was so fun to write, hopefully it was accurate!

y/n was sitting in the passengers seat of eddie’s shiny car, with christopher in the back. one of eddie’s hands was on the wheel, the other was laying on her thigh. his deep, black sunglasses were shielding his eyes from the bright morning sun. looking back at chris, he had a shining smile on his face with a game in his lap that he had convinced eddie to let him bring.

the group had been down in el paso, visiting the family as they were having a get together. eddie figured it was the perfect time to introduce y/n to the people who grew up with him. obviously, it could go either way, but eddie absolutely admired her and couldn’t see how they wouldn’t either.

y/n’s knee had been bouncing up and down through the slit of her floral dress. it was black with magenta flowers, and her hair had a few casual pieces in the front hanging out. that was one of the things eddie loves about her. she can wear a nice old dress and have her hair blowing in the wind and look radiant. despite the worry free look on her face, the body language gave it away to eddie.

“you nervous?” he asks, looking over at her when stopping. she peeks back over to him.

“a little, honestly. i’m excited, though. i’m looking forward to meeting your tía,” she says, coming up with a response. “i mean, i would get nervous meeting anyone’s family.”

“they’re going to love you, and my abuela has been talking about you non-stop and she doesn’t even know you yet,” eddie tells her, trying to calm her nerves. y/n laughs and thinks about all the stories she’s been told about his family. she feels a little better in the moment, but still anxious for the moment when her character becomes involved.

they drive up to the small texas house, and eddie’s abuela was waiting by the door. “pepa! ¡están aquí!”

eddie and y/n open their doors, and y/n goes to help chris out while eddie greets his family. “hola, abuela,” eddie says, pulling her in for an embrace. his aunt had arrived before him, and she ran out besides his abuela.

“¡Ay, edmundo!” his tía announces. “we’ve been waiting all day for you three,” she says, pointing to y/n walking up patiently with christopher. “hola, mis amores.” she plants sweet kisses on christopher’s head before passing him onto his bisabuela. she takes a hold of y/n’s hands, and pulls her into a hug. “you must be y/n!”

she pulls back, taking a look at y/n as eddie watches with a wide grin on his face. he knows they love her already as she can mesh in so well. “¡qué guapa eres, edmundo!”

y/n blushes at his aunts words, and says, “you guys are so lovely, thank you for inviting me!”

“you are welcome any time, y/n!” his abuela says.

“i brought you these flowers,” y/n hands her a bouquet of yellow and orange flowers. “i grew them at my house and picked some out for you.”

“eddie, i love her already.”

walking around the comforting home, christopher leads y/n and eddie through, showing her around and introducing her to various diaz family members. eddie stops her in her tracks and turns her around. “i told you they would love you.”

even though y/n tried to hide it, she was scared to come. eddie had opened up about his relationship with his father and even with his relationship with shannon. he was scared too, worried about how he would react after what happened with shannon. eddie wasn’t sure if he was ready for a relationship, but after meeting y/n and being confronted with her elegance, he was already falling for her. she carried herself around with grave and empathy for everyone she meets. at work, she was the sweetest to her patients and her co-workers. everyone loves her, and eddie more than the rest. watching her play with his son and treat him like any other kid was the best thing he could ask of her, and he didn’t even have to. the second she met him, they were laughing together and she never once thought of him as a burden or something eddie had just been left with. being the most important thing in his life, eddie always makes sure christopher is happy, and watching his happiness grow when she’s around makes his heart soar.

“i’m glad they like me, they seem lovely, eddie.”

“they are, i really lucked out having them. but i will say none of my past relationships have gone that well in the first 10 minutes.”

“i guess i’m just special then, no?” she asks, jokingly while throwing a little grin on her face. eddie lands a quick kiss on her lips before showing her through the rest. when he finally greets his parents, they give y/n respectful smiles, but nothing more.

“i’m y/n, i just wanted to say thank you for having me,” y/n decides to break the silence and tell them.

“it’s no problem, y/n,” his mother, helena, says.

after sitting down for a while outside during the gathering, eddie has a comforting hand across her shoulders. they both had beers and were watching chris play in the distance before their peace was disturbed.

“so, y/n?” his father starts. “what do you do for work? eddie tells us you are at the station as well.”

“i am, im a paramedic,” she informs, raising the corners of her mouth slightly. “i’ve been working there for about a year more than eddie has.”

“and you like it?” he asks, almost interrogating her. she understands though, she would do the same thing if she had children. although, she was also aware of his relationship with eddie, and eddie having to deal with his absence for work sometimes. his father is a respected man, and definitely an important figure. despite these qualities, y/n can’t help but feel intimidated.

“i love it, it’s very rewarding being able to help people in their moment,” around the table, tía pepa and his abuela are looking gently at her, smiling.

“you didn’t think of anything else?”

“papí…” eddie warns.

“edmundo, he’s allowed to ask!” his mother defends back, still having mixed feelings about her.

eddie was confused as they couldn’t have heard bad things about her. internally, y/n was panicking. she had tried so hard to try and make the best impression she could, and this was just a little hill she had to get over. she was hoping to really hit it off with his parents, but it seemed more complicated than she hoped.

his parents had liked her to an extent, but worried her kindness was an act. eddie knew they were thinking this, and he was ready to fight back in defense of his girl. nothing y/n ever did was an act, and every one of her intentions was pure and out of the good of her heart. she seemed like a good person, but not as much as she might come across. she fought for validation from her parents every single day, battling with her siblings for their affection. she always tries her best to grow that kind of relationship with other people, or make sure they know that she will be there for them. eddie and y/n had different childhoods, but they’re so similar in the way they can connect through them. she tries her best to open up about her parents and how she decided to move away to him, but it still gets hard. she tries to portray that in other ways, and showing her love for others is one.

“eddie, it’s alright!” she says, not erasing any smile from her face but not being able to conceal her uncomforted mood. “i, um, decided to move away from where i grew up. so i moved to los angeles and started my training.”

“so, you left your family and went across the country?”

y/n mumbles a bit, not knowing what she should say. she looks at eddie for help, who gives his father a stare in hopes to take the spotlight off her. he knows how overwhelmed it makes her to talk about her family, let alone with people she’s never met before. he gives her hand an encouraging squeeze and brings it up to leave a kiss on her knuckles.

“well, it is a great place for opportunity! i’ve heard many people succeed from moving there.” pepa adds.

“uh, my parents didn’t support my job, but i knew it’s what i wanted.” she says, trying to explain her situation. his parents nod, almost in a disapproving way that brings her back to her parents. the stress becomes a lot to deal with, just from sitting on the back porch of the families house. she blinks rapidly, covering up any tears and being able to beat them away. luckily, no one noticed, but eddie is able to see through it. the noises from everything around her, but especially the silence from eddie’s elders. her knee begins to bounce again and she tries to stop it with her shaking hands, removing them from eddie’s grasp. “hey, can you show me to the bathroom, love?”

“yeah, of course,” eddie stands up and leads her inside, bringing her to the hallway so no one can hear them.

“¡ay, ramón! ¿por qué lo dices?” eddie hears come from the backyard, the familiar voice coming from his loving aunt.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he starts. “i don’t know why he would say that, i told my abuela-“

“no, eddie, stop. it’s ok, i understand!”

“it’s really not ok, they have no clue what you had going on at home.”

“they’re allowed to ask questions, i cant avoid it forever,” she finishes, her eyes beginning to well up before she wipes them away and shakes her head. “i’m just going to take a minute, i’ll be back out.”

eddie nods, pulling her in and placing his hands around her waist. “i’ll be outside.”

walking back out, eddie throws out his empty beer bottle, and sits back down after grabbing a new one. the tension between him and his parents is thickening by the minute and everyone can feel it. “you can’t even ask if she’s alright?”

“eddie, she just stormed out, what do you expect us to say?” his mother says.

“because you made her uncomfortable!” he shouts, but trying to keep his volume down. “you have no clue what she’s been through or why she left home because she is not going to tell you everything. your immediate disapproval is what reminded her of her own parents. she was so excited to come here and meet you, she spent hours picking those flowers out for you and you spend this time nit-picking her. i’m not going to put her through that, i can’t watch her suffer in the shitty memories of her parents again.”

his parents faces had dropped slightly, regretting their aggressive questions, but still not fully understanding. they didn’t want her to feel bad about herself, but eddie grew up with very passionate parents. they want to keep their children safe and make sure they’re happy.

“i think we’re going to call it a night,” eddie says, standing up to go get his son. “chris! cmon bud. adiòs.”

his aunt and his abuela follow him outside, going to show them out. they didn’t fight it, because there was no fighting eddie. he knew what he wanted and his passion for y/n made the decision to leave the gathering final. he was upset, but he wouldn’t be forever. he knew she needed some time to refocus.

y/n had come out, eddie holding her hand all the way to the car. the light orange glow from the sun was making her skin shine and pointed out her slightly red cheeks.

“y/n! we are so sorry, amor,” his abuela says. “we would love to have you again sometime, you were absolutely a delight.”

“thank you so much, i’d love to see you again sometime!” she says quietly but thankfully before departing to the passengers seat of the car.

before starting the car, eddie leans over and hugs her. she wraps her arms around his neck and breathes slowly. “that could’ve gone worse, right?”

“i don’t know what their problem was tonight, that was so uncalled for.” he says in a whisper so christopher doesn’t ask questions. “but i still love you. that’s never going to change no matter what they say. because their words will never change the way i see you and your beauty,” he pauses, taking a moment to peck her cheeks and forehead. “your kindness,” he adds, “y tu corazón.” he leaves a little wink and smirk at the end.

“it’s ok,” she laughs, and eddie is relieved to see the smile return back to her face. “you know i love you so much, too.”

several days later, still on their trip in el paso, y/n and eddie hear the ring of a doorbell on their rented home. y/n walks out of the door, looking at the massive bouquet of flowers sitting on the front steps in the scalding texan sun. she scoops them up and carries them inside.

it was quite early, christopher was still fast asleep and would be for a while. eddie was yet to be out of bed after y/n left his hold. however, when he heard the door open, he pulled himself out of the shared bed. when he walked into the small kitchen, y/n was examining the flowers with a peaceful expression.

she was reading the tag attached to the pot, which said

“un regalo para ti <3

Lo siento, y/n,

- helena y ramón”

a grin grew on y/n’s face. she was taking in the true effort they’ve put into this. eddie stood behind her, placing his hands on her waist and his chin on her shoulder, reading the note. “i didn’t really know they had that in them,” eddie says.

“that means a lot, though,” she replies. “they didn’t have to do this, i should call and say thank you!”

“we can later, mi vida,” eddie starts, smiling at his girlfriend. “let me go make up for yesterday evening for now.” he says, picking her up and carrying her back to their rented bed.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Strategy Game Date - English Translation (1/2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"Wow, if you remember someone, they must be really impressive!"

"Not at all. In fact, on most of the days we've played, he couldn't even win a pack of biscuits."

"So, about the same level as me then~"

"But MC is special to me. Whether it's ‘biscuits', 'candy', or even 'unreasonable requests', you always manage to win them over in another way."

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: Before reading the date, I highly recommend you all to read this R&S: Regarding What Book Doesn't Say (and while at it read The Victim Who Disappeared too~). This date contains important references to that R&S, and I would like to analyze this date later in comparison with it at the end of this date🥺 There's also some reference to S1 chapter 23 but I'm gonna assume that y'all already read it u.u.]

If you want to follow along with the voice, you can follow it here.

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[Call- On The Way Home from Work]

Lucien: I just saw your missed call, what's wrong?

MC: [worriedly] I was just wondering why Professor Lucien, who clearly got off work an hour ago, still hasn't come home yet.

Lucien: [chuckles softly]  Sorry, I was held up a bit by something.

Lucien: If you're not too busy, could you bring a trolley and come pick me up at the small park outside the complex?

MC: I certainly can, but what happened?

Lucien: I was stopped by that old gentleman who often plays chess in the park, and he invited me to play a game with him.

MC:  Hmm? Why did that grandpa suddenly "abandon" his friends and come to you?

Lucien: Today, his chess friend stood him up, so he was searching the whole park for a "destined" person who could play chess.

Lucien: And on my backpack, I happened to have a chess pendant that you gave me.

MC: Oh~ But the Xianqi (Chinese chess) Grandpa plays and international chess aren't the same type, right?

Lucien: There are indeed quite big differences between the two, but luckily, I'm not too unfamiliar with the rules of Xiangqi.

MC: Judging by Professor Lucien’s tone, it seems like he has won~

Lucien: It was a narrow victory.

Lucien: However... I'm having some regrets now.

MC: Why?

Lucien: Things seem to have gotten a little out of hand after I won the game. He enthusiastically invited me to solve an endgame puzzle—

[Trivia: In chess, endgame refers to a chess problem where only a few pieces remain on the board, and the challenge is to find the best moves to win or achieve a draw.]

Lucien: And after I solved it, I found out that this puzzle has apparently been around for a few years.

MC: Wow! That's amazing...! So, doesn't that mean the brilliant Professor Lucien is going to become a big celebrity in the park?

Lucien: [sighs] ...But they're a bit too enthusiastic.

Lucien: [he sounds so helpless and dumbfounded it's cute LOL] To celebrate, that grandpa and the elderly watching the game gave me all the eggs, rice, and cooking oil they got from the supermarket.

Lucien: I couldn't refuse at the moment, so now I'm stuck here, overwhelmed by this weighty goodwill.

MC:  Pfft, hahaha~ So that's why you asked me to bring a trolley and rescue you!

MC: I think I see you! Hmm? Are you buying something?

Lucien: [chuckles] Mm, I just found a flower vending machine here.

Lucien: After all, I did ask my girlfriend to come rescue me, so I figured I should at least buy a bouquet of flowers as a thank you.

[Prologue-Surprise Journey]

MC: You're going to compete against the world champion of 3D chess next week?!

When I arrive home from work and step into the entryway, the news hits me like a brick, leaving me frozen in place.

[Trivia: 3D Chess is a variant of traditional chess that adds a third dimension with multiple horizontal layers. It's different and more complex compared with classic 2D chess because besides being able to move horizontally, it can also move vertically between layers, and naturally, it has different rules compared to the classic (I tried to search the rules of one type of 3D chess and ended up being confused at it HAHA). Most ppl def can't easily learn it in one try unless you're Xu Mo]

Lucien calmly takes my bag and nods slightly.

Lucien: Mm, the tournament organizers invited Carl to play a simultaneous exhibition.

[Trivia: In chess simultaneous exhibition means one player plays against multiple opponents at the same time]

Lucien: Besides me, there will also be many 3D chess players and enthusiasts participating.

MC: ...Wait a minute, Lucien, you haven't been scammed, have you?

MC: There are a lot of scams going around these days that seem to trick people with things like registration fees.

[gurl why would you think that the great and mighty™️ Professor Lucien would get scammed🤣]

Lucien: That possibility certainly can't be ruled out, but I've already confirmed it.

Lucien can't help but chuckle a bit and opens the official website of the International Chess Federation.

Following the movement of his fingertips, I quickly found Lucien's name on the shortlist.

MC: So awesome…

MC: You've obviously only been playing 3D chess for a month, yet you're already able to participate in such a competition.

Lucien: This type of game is actually not that difficult once you grasp the rules.

MC: ...That's precisely something a genius would say.

He winks a little smugly, smiles, and pulls me into his arms.

Lucien: So, would MC like to go together?

Lucien: I recall you don't seem to be very busy next week.

MC: Of course, I would like to!

MC: This is your first time participating in a chess tournament, so I wouldn't want to miss it.

Lucien: That's good to hear. Otherwise, I might have to repack my suitcase.

Following his gaze, I notice he's already packed some of my clothes in the suitcase and I can't help but laugh.

MC: You already knew I'd say yes.

Lucien: Mm, after all, it seems like MC can never bring herself to turn down my requests.

[Date]

=[Part 1]=

MC: The guesthouse you chose is so beautiful!

I lean out from the villa window and look outside; the warm breeze passes through the tropical orange trees, stirring sweet orange-scented ripples on the clear pool water.

MC: This garden is exactly like a scene from an American movie, I feel like a pool party is about to start any second now.

Lucien: [chuckles] After I finish my competition, we might as well have a pool party here too.

MC: Sounds good! Then I…

I spin around excitedly, but then my gaze is suddenly caught by a vibrant blaze of crimson, making me fall silent.

Lucien is dressed in a cherry-red suit paired with an olive-green tie, giving off a bold retro vibe.

Complementing this look, a sleek leather belt with a ring buckle and a tilted round hat adds a touch of simplicity and style.

Lucien: [teasingly] If you keep looking at me like that, I might actually get a little shy.

Despite saying so, he doesn't shy away and instead approaches me with a smile.

MC: It's just so stunning... Did this Great Chess Player pick this outfit specifically for the competition?

Lucien: There will be a lot of people at the competition, so maybe this will help me better attract the attention of a certain little lady.

[T/N: Great Chess Player (大棋手 - dà qíshǒu) is how MC teasingly and admiringly refers to him while little lady (小姑娘 - xiǎo gūniang) is Lucien's special term of endearment to MC. So yes, he's the one picking the outfit to attract her attention, just like male peacocks displaying their feather🤣 Please don't be harsh on his color choice because he literally can't see them🥲]

MC: [pouts] Humph, I want to protest~

MC: Even without any help, I can still instantly spot you in a crowd!

Lucien: [chuckles] Of course, I believe that. But I also have a selfish motive.

He gently pinches my puffed-out cheeks and meets my gaze with a smile.

Lucien: [gently and sincerely] Just thinking about you watching me throughout the competition... it'll likely fill me with strength.

✂———————–

In the vast venue, a hundred chess players are seated at their tables, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Carl, the world champion.

The audience seats are already packed with hundreds of spectators, and the broadcasting equipment, along with the commentators, is set up and ready to go.

Feeling the solemn atmosphere, I shrink back a little and quickly walk over to the family seating area within the venue to sit down.

Host: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the International 3D Chess Championship!

Host: Here today, we have chess elites gathered from all around the globe.

Host: They have emerged from fierce preliminary rounds and will face Carl, the champion of the International 3D Chess Championship, in a head-to-head battle.

Just then, on the large screen suspended above the venue, a refined-looking man is waving and greeting the crowd below.

Host: Following the classic tournament rules, each player will have 120 minutes to make their first 40 moves, after which they will have another 60 minutes to complete the rest of the game.

Host: To ensure fairness and smooth progression, a team of referees will supervise the entire match.

Host: Please remain quiet during the match so that the players can concentrate.

Host: We hope you all enjoy this feast of intellect and strategy!

As the match bell rings, the first game appears on the big screen.

Carl opens with a knight's jump, using the black pieces. Time flows in silence for a long while before his opponent finally makes their move.

Just as the unfamiliar and complex cross-layer moves are starting to make my head spin, the game reaches Lucien's table.

Facing Carl's aggressive opening, Lucien doesn't panic. Calm and collected, he establishes his defensive formation.

I quietly note the position of his piece, trying to summon the knowledge I learned from playing classic chess with him in an effort to keep up with the game.

However, as the game progresses, I quickly become lost amidst the complexity of the situation.

Thankfully, that splash of cherry-red color always manages to blur out the world, allowing me to clearly see him every time I look up.

While waiting for his turn, Lucien leans back and intently watches the live screen, unlike the others who are engrossed in studying their own games.

[This passage implies that, unlike other players who are focused solely on their own games, Lucien is observing the matches on the live screen to study the world champion's strategies and gameplay. Also, this passage is an interesting parallel with how Lucien sees the world - to him, her color blurred the world around her, allowing him to see her clearly🥺]

Yet whenever it's his turn to make a move, he does it extremely quickly.

After a few rounds, players on the field are gradually eliminated and leave, but Lucien remains seated, his remaining time nearly equal to Carl's.

Most of the time, his expression remains calm, only occasionally does his brow and eyes curve slightly as if he's noticed some clever moves.

Even though he's far away, I feel like I can see that fascinating and captivating world through his eyes.

I gaze for a long time, so long that I only snap back to reality when Carl sits down opposite Lucien.

The stage is empty, and before I realize it, only that red figure remains.

The black and white sides are locked in a tense struggle, like a small battlefield. Pieces fell constantly, yet new attacks were relentlessly launched.

A hushed silence gradually spreads over the audience. Finally, the timer goes off, and the referee, who has been observing from the sidelines, rises to his feet.

He takes a step forward, waiting for Lucien to put down the piece in his hand, pick up a pen and write something, then seal the paper in an envelope.

As if on cue, the people around me rustle and leave. I instinctively get up as well, feeling puzzled, and head towards Lucien, who is also departing.

MC: Is the match over?

Lucien: Not yet, it's just that the official match time is up. Now the moves are sealed, and the match will resume in an hour.

MC: I see. So, what do you think?

Lucien: Although the situation is a bit tense right now, I've more or less deduced the strategy he'll likely use.

He narrows his eyes, looking like a smug little fox.

MC: Wow, I knew you were good, but I'm blown away that you've been able to hold your own against the world champion for so long…

Lucien: Would you mind holding onto that compliment until the 26th move and telling me again later, MC?

MC: Um?

I suddenly figured something out, and in that instant, I found the answer in those confident eyes.

Lucien: By then, I'll have won.

=[Part 2]=

Lucien wins.

At the 21st move in overtime, Carl topples his cornered king piece and concedes defeat.

It's not that I never thought he would win, but seeing Lucien standing on the podium, the clear reality of his victory washes over me along with the tide of applause.

I clap with extra force, wanting to convey all my heartfelt congratulations to him.

MC: Congratulations, grand champion!

As the award ceremony ends, after waiting by the side of the stage, I step forward and greet the person before me with a big hug.

An icy chill clings to him, yet the voice that falls upon my ear is incredibly gentle.

Lucien: [chuckles] I received all of MC's congratulations.

Lucien: Even though you were a bit far away, the way you clapped so enthusiastically was especially adorable, just like a little seal.

MC: Of course! As your girlfriend, I can't let myself be outdone by anyone else…

??: Mr. Lucien, congratulations.

A stranger's voice suddenly interrupts the conversation as Carl, dressed in a suit, walks over in surprise.

Carl: I'll always remember this match, I hope to see you again on the competition stage someday.

Lucien: Thank you, there will be a chance.

Lucien nods politely, and only after watching the other person disappear into the crowd does he speak, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lucien: Was that Carl?

MC: Hmm? Even a superbrain like you can have face blindness?

Lucien: Perhaps I was too focused on the chessboard, so I didn't pay attention to his appearance.

Lucien: Besides, his clothes seem completely different from what he wore this afternoon.

Seeing him explain earnestly, I can't help but laugh.

MC: [laughs] If I were Carl, I think I would be more hurt that my opponent, whom I faced for half a day, doesn’t remember me than about losing the match.

MC: Speaking of which, you don't forget everyone you've played chess with, do you?

Lucien: [stunned as if hit by a memory of someone from his distant past] …

It’s as if something leaps into the depths of those dark eyes along with my words, and they suddenly blink quickly.

Lucien: Not quite everyone.

MC: Wow, if you remember someone, they must be really impressive!

Lucien: Not at all.

Lucien: In fact, on most of the days we've played, he couldn't even win a pack of biscuits.*

MC: So, about the same level as me then~

I can't help but curve my lips into a smile, and it seems as though my rising smile also slowly melts that touch of indifference.

Lucien: [chuckles] You're right, it's about the same level. But MC is special to me.

Lucien: Whether it's ‘biscuits', 'candy', or even 'unreasonable requests', you always manage to win them over in another way.

MC: [laughs happily] Hahaha, that friend of yours would probably think you're way too biased if he heard you say that!

Lucien smiles faintly as if my words allow him to vaguely picture that person before his eyes—

Fuzzy... distant... yet somehow a little vivid.

Lucien: Perhaps, but all of those are just assumptions.

MC: Even if they are assumptions, aren't they still based on deductions from the past?

I hook my finger around his, gently swaying our hands together.

MC: Even if the past may be gone, isn't there still “something” from it that continues to run through your life in different forms;

MC: Accompanying you as you pass by and meet many amazing, yet lovely and warm people?~

Lucien: Of course, I have never denied that.

It was as though an imperceptible wound within those profound eyes had been quietly mended, allowing a trace of a smile to escape.**

Wanting to keep that smile lingering for a while longer, I wrinkle my nose.

MC: But... I've clearly played chess with you too, and several different kinds! Yet the first person Professor Lucien thought of wasn't me!

Lucien: …

Seeing his eyes widen slightly, I smile with satisfaction.

MC: Hmph, looks like I need to work harder! In that case, I'll start by learning 3D chess!

I take the prize chessboard from Lucien's hands, giving it a gentle shake.

MC: Please teach me, Teacher Lucien.

✂———————–

[T/N]

*: the biscuits!!! I'm sobbing ;-;, turns out Lucien still remembers Fan Zihang/Zack so clearly... I hope we'll get another mention of Fan Zihang/Zack on his birthday too huhu.

**: I'm taking liberties in translating this one 😂. The original line is “那双幽深的眼瞳里似有道小小裂隙被悄悄填上,终于泄 出一点笑意。” which if literally translated it will be “In that pair of deep and dark eyes, it was as if a small crack had been quietly filled up, finally revealing a hint of a smile.”. The 'crack' can symbolize an unhealed wound from the past. As it gradually fills, this wound is slowly mending, allowing him to release some of his past burdens and letting a hint of joy show through his eyes. Or, you can also think of it as a frozen lake that slowly melts and reveals a small crack, allowing the sunlight to fill in and showing what's in the water all this time (there's happiness from those past memories too).

Next: Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

[agatharkn3ss]

Alice clues

If you didn't think this show has put an amazing amount of detail into their storytelling methods, may I offer you exhibit A.

This is a scene from episode 2 where we first meet Alice - doing her security gig at Hot Topic. Knowing what we know now... have a look!

Besides the obvious red aesthetic, there are so many little details packed into this one shot! First of all... Have you spotted the ouija planchette yet? (in the upper right corner)

They are telling us her story here!

There are also phases of the moon right by her knee (might be too tiny to see here). The shirt on the left has red skulls all over it and there is a poster of a red skull made out of cobweb - suggestions of death (especially as Aubrey Plaza's end credits have spider as a background). It looks like there is red firey dragon poster behind her too, maybe referring to her being the protection witch.

The image of a man behind her reminds me of Mac Fleetwood, but don't quote me on that. Does anyone recognise it? At first I thought it looked a bit like Jesus (resurrection?) but it's not quite the same.

There is also a sign that says "Time to cash in"... Any ideas of what this could mean other than another death prediction?

Things that make a bit less sense is the shirt to the right - it has mushrooms and fairies on them (and the fairy lights?). The only mention of fairies in the show so far has been when Jen questioned Sharon about the poison effects. "Do you hear the sound of fairies crying?" but I have no idea what that could mean.

There are soooo many different stories and interpretations as to what fairies could symbolise here (e.g. games, growth, deceit, illusions). But I wonder if this is maybe a reference to Fairy realm, or Otherworld, thought to be a parallel dimension ruled by Queen of the Fairies. Historically, there have been women accused of being witches for conversing with the fairies.

I say this because it could work with this next element. There is an image of a raven surrounded by red flowers (towards middle left). You can't quite see it in full here, but when Alice exits the shop, they show it to you again.

Ravens can again symbolise different things. For some they are thought to be harbingers of death. For others they are symbols of transformation. In general though, they are thought to bridge the "chasm between light and shadow" and e.g. in Norse mythology they were messengers between the human world and the divine.

This is even more interesting, because Ali Ahn's end credits have a background of a pentacle with candles around them. AND in a very brief moment, as the pentacle moves into the screen, we can also see the writing "Can you talk to the Dead?"

Now, I know this is a stretch, and more likely than not this is all just a simple reference to the fact that Alice dies in the episode where they try to talk to the dead.

But what if there is a bit more to it and Alice will act as some sort of a messenger for the witches? We know we will see her again according to the promos, but it looks like it will simply be a scene where Rio "wakes her up" to take her body? What will happen to her soul though? (seeing that Rio seems more interested in the bodies) So what if there is more to it?

Even Jac Schaeffer in her latest ep.5 interview, when she confirmed that Alice really is dead, she followed it up with these exact words:

"What I will say is that, it’s not the end of the conversation, is what I would say."

Oh and bonus photo - there even is a red pentacle drawn on the floor of the Hot Topic shop - we see it as Alice gets up to trip Teen when he runs.

[babyleostuff]

Hi sweetheart💙 how are you? Wish you a great day💙 I recently read the Jeonghan as your boyfriend and it's so adorable, can you make one for Wonwoo? Thank you💙

so happy to hear you enjoyed it love <3 here's a Wonwoo one and have a great day as well!

WONWOO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 so incredibly in love with you

𓆩♡𓆪 anyone that looks at him can practically see his heart eyes for you

𓆩♡𓆪 if the boys see him smiling at his phone, they know he’s texting you 

𓆩♡𓆪 his aura when he’s with you is all rainbows and hearts (it’s almost sickening)

𓆩♡𓆪 but he couldn't be more grateful for finding you and pulling your hot ass 

𓆩♡𓆪 because come on, look at you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is your comfort person and the first soul you turn to when you’re having a hard time 

𓆩♡𓆪 his kisses are gentle and loving, but the also carry a sense of passion

𓆩♡𓆪 because he is not always able to be next to you due to his job, he wants to convey his feeling for you through his actions

𓆩♡𓆪  when he has any free time from schedules he wants to spend every second with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 probably at home too

𓆩♡𓆪 when he doesn’t have to pretend to be anyone else and doesn’t have to worry about cameras rolling all the time 

𓆩♡𓆪 he can just be Wonwoo 

𓆩♡𓆪 will read to you when you’re tired (will read to you even when you’re NOT tired) 

𓆩♡𓆪 besides reading, he loves trying out new creative pastimes with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 like baking, which didn’t end THAT well (your kitchen almost burned down, but that’s beside the point) 

𓆩♡𓆪 or trying to plant different flowers and take care of them (which didn’t end well either, as both of you forgot to water them after like a week) 

𓆩♡𓆪 a cliche, but he adores taking photos of you 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you’re a shy person and don’t necessarily like having pictures taken, he’ll make you feel like the most beautiful creature in the world (which you are) 

𓆩♡𓆪 will not let you doubt yourself, not for a second, because the person on the photos he takes is all he ever needs in his life 

𓆩♡𓆪 the best person to take your candid photos 

𓆩♡𓆪 you’re probably not even aware, but he has a whole album dedicated to you 

𓆩♡𓆪 looks through the albums when he’s away, because he misses you so much 

𓆩♡𓆪 but he doesn’t want to seem clingy, so he won’t ever tell you about it 

𓆩♡𓆪 will always stand up for you, if someone makes you uncomfortable or sad 

𓆩♡𓆪 because one thing he absolutely cannot stand is his love being sad cuz of other people being mean

𓆩♡𓆪 another cliche, but video gaming

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you’re not that into it, he’ll try to warm you up to the idea 

𓆩♡𓆪 and teach you gaming to some extent 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you suck, it doesn’t really matter to him, because you’re spending quality time together 

𓆩♡𓆪 and probably laughing your asses of, because you’re so bad at it

𓆩♡𓆪 gives you small kisses when you get something right or survive a level 

𓆩♡𓆪 but if you’re good, he’ll become SO competitive 

𓆩♡𓆪 does not go easy on you, he does everything he can in order to win 

𓆩♡𓆪 late night cuddles are his favourite

𓆩♡𓆪 you lay in each others arms, your head on his chest and an arm draped across his middle 

𓆩♡𓆪 he has an arm around your waist and his hand pats your head gently 

𓆩♡𓆪 you talk in a hushed tone, share your worries or discuss the most random topics 

𓆩♡𓆪 it really doesn’t matter because you’re together 

𓆩♡𓆪 and that’s what he misses the most when he’s away on tour 

𓆩♡𓆪 your calming presence by his side 

𓆩♡𓆪 but he is always just one phone call away and always lets you know that you can call him anytime 

𓆩♡𓆪 because you are the most important thing in his life and he’d do anything for you

your messages &lt;3

[cringe6fail6star6]

We all agree that next chapter comes out n MC must ask if the kid saw anyone opening the ark of covenant right? That they should be responsible adult and do something about it? Maybe look inside it just to make sure?

I heard a lot of theories about Minhyeok being like a fragment of God bc God wanted to always be near Solomon/Solomons descendants and stuff. Love the theory 100/100 kind of theory, love it.

But what they gonna do with the kid? Does the kid require devil energy? If not is there a substitute devils didn't know/didn't tell MC about? What if the kid is an angel in disguise? What if the kid doesn't understand devils language, or any beside Korean, so now MC needs to be translator for the kid? Sure devils can understand any language, but kid doesn't, so we should help him. I feel like they should go on shopping spree for kids clothing and stuff.

I just imagine a situation where they take the kid in until they figure out what to do and MC picks the kid up and just walks with him on their back. Kid is tired, if anyone in the party whines about it we should tell them off and to go pester Valefor for help. There's so many possibilities for cute dynamics and comedic situations!!!! Arghhh why the next chapter so far awayyyyyy.

Wait if the kid is Minhyeok how can we get human energy? Are we asking Minsyeok next? Find an alternative, that's for sure. What are the chances that when we see Solomon again, he just pops confetti at us with "Congrats on the kid!"? Pls it would be so funny. Grandpa is always happy seeing his grandkids no matter what generation.

The devils are fighting for MCs attention already, and then they see just some child getting all of it will probably feel like torture. But also consider! MC is a good(ish) parent to that random kid - means they'll be a good parent for the devils n their own kid. If we meet Asmo while this arc happening, H scene will be like 5 episodes, I'm sure of it.

MC humming a tune they heard from Mom Kim to the kid in the dead of night to lull him to sleep, bc nightmares with angels r horrible, n now they have to live with knowledge there's Foras humming the same tune when they're alone. I swear it feels like he's taunting us even tho he just thought it was cute. I just realized that Glasyabolas probably will tease the kid so much.

I'm sure Bimet might give the kid his phone, so he plays games while waiting for MC to be done with errands. Mini Minhyeok hiding behind Valefor every time he hears Glasyabolas or Orias coming closer awwwww. I think Barbatos probably knows how to make flower crowns and teaches him how to make it, too. Levi is conflicted, but he doesn't hang a child if he comes into his office without asking. Gamigin n kid playing tag before Gamigin trips over himself, getting laughed at, or worse, pitied by the child.

Kid napping in MC bed bc comfort and now MC has new phone wallpapers.

Omg the moment this thing is known all of hell is just "CHILD OF SOLOMON HAS A KID???" Oh, Lilith, the online forums about to come to life just to argue. MC gets phone call after phone call from devils they already met and a few more who just learned that. MC gets a headache, mini Minhyeok shows the drawing he was doing for the last 15 minutes while they were on a phone call and it's just him MC n maybe Solomon in the background with shitily spelt "grandpa" in korean. Cuteness aggression will kill me, I swear.

Imagine Orias attempting to draw shit like this to win a few affection points from MC n IT WORKS?? MC fawns over it and pets him on the head bc they think its cute no matter what he drew? Funnier if not and MC just stares at him like he's weird (he is). Still accept the drawing tho.

[perfectlyoongi]

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who holds your favorite stuffed toy hostage until you return his clothes. when you gave Taehyung a spare key to your house for emergencies, you never thought that those emergencies could have a more material basis. it’s just that, whenever he noticed that a coat, sweater, anything, was missing from the closet, Taehyung knew perfectly well what happened and who did it. as such, and whenever he knew you weren’t home, he made use of the key you gave him and quickly went to your house to get your favorite stuffed animal. when you got home, on your bed there was a note from Taehyung asking for his clothes to be rescued or your stuffed animal would suffer the consequences. but for as many kidnappings as Taehyung had done, you had done many more, and you knew that it didn’t matter if he had your stuffed animal or not, you would never stop stealing your brother’s clothes. “you have 24 hours to give me my shirt and coat back. otherwise, your stuffed animal will suffer the consequences. if you contact the parents you will never recognize your stuffed animal again, so be careful with what you do.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who brags about all the places he visits, just to see the ones that make you most envious to take you there as a surprise. france or brazil, poland or vietnam, whenever Taehyung visited a different country or city he quickly filled your chat with as many photos as he could take. food, landscape, monuments, a whole mix of digital memories found your cell phone whenever Taehyung left the house and didn’t take you with him. but without ever admitting it, Taehyung always paid attention to your reactions, smiling when you insulted him for being in edinburgh, seeing hotels in peru for when you blocked him when you saw his plane ticket. besides bragging and having fun seeing you in that state, Taehyung would just be eager to go home and schedule a weekend or a holiday with you in that city that almost made you commit an atrocity with him. “guess who’s going to eat an original pizza from italy next week. and guess who’s going to just see pictures and wish they were there.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who bought matching necklaces for your 18th birthday. when you were still a kid, one of your favorite games was making beaded necklaces and bracelets to sell in your fictional store. you would spend entire mornings creating long or thick necklaces and various colorful or unique bracelets that you would put on display on your stall in the garden of the house. but that game was only special to you because Taehyung, your older brother, bought almost all the jewelry you made and wore it whenever he left the house. you were always overjoyed when you saw Taehyung wearing that necklace with white flowers or the purple and green bracelet — it was the highlight of your childhood. so, to return to more innocent times, wanting to remind you that he never forgot that favorite game of yours, Taehyung bought two matching necklaces to give you on your 18th birthday. “i took some of the necklaces you made as a kid for them to get inspiration from. i hope you realize that these necklaces only exist because you sold me a set of them when you were five.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who refuses to touch you in public. Taehyung was your older brother, and as an older brother, Taehyung couldn’t be seen, or associated, with you. i mean, where have you ever seen an older brother hugging or caring for his younger sibling? it’s totally a ridiculous concept! so whenever the two of you went out together, or were surrounded by more distant friends or family, Taehyung made a point of never being close to you. just because he loves hugging you and asking you countless times to massage his head, no one on the outside could know how important you really are to him. and you knew Taehyung just wanted to maintain an image as a tough guy who doesn’t need his little sibling. but you also knew that he could never refuse a hug from you or kiss on your forehead. so, in those times when Taehyung was on the other end of the world, you made it your personal mission to find Taehyung and ask for a little hug — it was a very fun game of cats and dogs for you. “i already told you to leave. i don’t care if you want a hug. can’t you see i was going ther— fine, okay. but it has to be quick. come here.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who looks for you on those tiktoks made by 12 year olds. ‘your initials like dog duos’. ‘your initials as iconic duos’. ‘your sign, your profession in the fantasy world’. ‘the month you were born and your magical pet’. honestly, practically any and all videos with these premises enchanted Taehyung and made him return to childhood times where he wanted to be everything and everyone. so now, as an adult and living far away from you, Taehyung kind of got addicted to these videos that showed all the lives he could have lived; and in all these videos, Taehyung was also looking for you, curious what life you got, wanting to know if there, just like in real life, you completed Taehyung’s life in some way. “i confess that i like to see those who have duos as their main focus. but i have so much fun seeing if i’m a knight or a jester, because almost every time you’re there completing me.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who stole all your childhood photos from your family albums. your mother always complained to you when she opened a family photo album and saw blank spaces where your and Taehyung’s portrait should have been. but you just laughed at your mother’s swear words and empty threats she made. she would never get those photos back, but she also didn’t care about trying to do so. those empty spaces in your family’s album were just early memories of a happy childhood. in all those photos, there was a little Taehyung and an even smaller you. in all those photos, there were your first steps holding Taehyung’s hands; the first time you tried Taehyung’s yogurt; the first time you played ball and scored in Taehyung’s goal. in all those photos, your growth was always accompanied by your older brother. “mom saved this photo in our holiday album. but look! it’s the first time you’ve been to school. you were so proud! of course i’ll keep it.”

OLDER-BROTHER!TAEHYUNG who still shouts ‘shotgun’ when you go out with someone else. you and Taehyung shared hundreds of stories and countless jokes, and although you are already adults and each one grew out of those games, the truth is that there was always, and forever, something that would never be changed or forgotten: Taehyung always had the seat next to the driver. it could just be to take out the trash on a rainy day or pick up bread on a warm afternoon, but whenever you and Taehyung shared the car with anyone else who drove, Taehyung would remind you, over and over, that he was the older brother: Taehyung was the one driving when there was no one but the two of you. Taehyung stayed in the passenger seat when someone was driving. Taehyung always sat behind the passenger seat when the whole family went out. it was him. and only him. and don't you dare steal Taehyung’s seat. he had a thousand and one pranks in a notebook since you were born — before you even met him, Taehyung already knew the respect you had to show him, whether you wanted to or not. “shotgun! again! man, don’t you get tired of never being able to beat me? do you have so much admiration for me that you prefer to see me from behind? ow, that’s actually very sweet of you, pet.”

[tea-plantz]

Hi!

Could you maybe write some physical affection/romantic headcanons for ennui? Like cuddling and kisses etc lol kind of like the one you wrote about anxiety. If not that’s okay! :D

Hii, thank you for the request! This was a really sweet request, and it’s always fun writing for my favorite French girl<3

~Ennui physical affection/romantic hcs~

I’m honestly not too sure how Ennui feels about physical contact, due to the fact that she was pretty distant in the movie, and never attempted to engage in physical contact herself. However, when the others touched her, (like when Envy ran up to her and hugged her, cause she was scared of the pipes falling), she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Therefore, I think that Ennui wouldn’t mind having a partner that was touchy and clingy, as long as it’s not waaay too overbearing.

She probably kind of likes it whenever you walk over to her, as she’s laying on the couch on her phone, and snuggle up to her. Ennui lets out a low chuckle, and keeps doing her thing, whilst letting you lay against or on top of her. Maybe she even wraps her arm around your shoulders as well.

When it comes to her asking you for cuddles, she would be pretty forward about it, unlike Anxiety. Ennui would straight up just pat the spot beside her, whilst looking at you with her usual bored expression, waiting for you to go over and join her.

“I want to cuddle. Come over here. Now… s'il te plait (please)”

When Ennui feels extra bored, she’ll let out a dramatic groan as she leans on you, her body going limp, and she slumps over you like a worm.

Ennui probably wouldn’t get embarrassed that often, if someone teases her about you two being in a relationship, and being affectionate, she’ll most likely just roll her eyes at them, whilst muttering a small insult in French. Only if they where being mean about it though, and potentially hurting you, otherwise she wouldn’t really care. It’s way too much work to care about stuff, unless it’s about you or her phone.

I personally think Ennui’s main love language would be physical touch, mainly because it takes the least work, but still shows that she cares. She really does care, it’s just too tiresome to go out and buy flowers, or something. Therefore, Ennui mainly sticks with giving you hugs and all, and sleeping on you, it’s easy, but sweet. She would also give you some compliments, nicknames, and words of affirmation as a way of showing affection from time to time.

Movie dates, and playing random phone games on the couch with her is a must! She really likes spending quality time with you, by doing chill activities like that.

We’ve learned from the book ‘Go to sleep, Anxiety’ that Ennui kinda… doesn’t sleep.

“Who needs sleep anyway?”

Although I feel like her sleep schedule might get a little better if her significant other was in the picture. You would practically force her to come and cuddle with you instead of staying on her phone all night, and even though Ennui let out a bunch of groans, complaints and a decent amount of eye rolling, you finally got her into bed with you. She deserves a good night sleep<3

Ennui gives of major big spoon every-

She likes to wrap her long, slim limbs around you, hugging you tight like a teddy bear.

I don’t think Ennui would initiate much in kisses, that’s usually up to you, but she does take charge sometimes when she’s feeling extra flirty.

Honestly, she would be pretty chill about kisses, she finds them cute and all, but she doesn’t become a blushing mess or anything (like Anxiety).

She likes giving you forehead kisses, and she loves giving you kisses on your knuckles! You could simply be chilling by the console, and the next thing you know, Ennui is holding your hand in hers. She lifts it up to her mouth, and places a small kiss to your knuckles, before murmuring in her low voice:

“Bonjour, mon amor~ are you having a nice day? Not too boring?”

On a few occasions, when Ennui’s feeling really ballsy, she goes in for the full on ‘on the mouth’ kiss. She’s really good at French kissing (see what I did there?🌝).

She really likes kissing and snuggling you, she just feels like it’s too much work sometimes, and would rather you take the initiative, but when Ennui actually decides to put in a little effort, she can be pretty smooth and romantic~

Omfg I’m so bad at French, I have to google like every word, and half of it is probably wrong too😭