#also this might be my first ask unless I'm dummy

[dantaecat]

I saw this and thought of your icon lmao

(short video of a cat with a wig on Instagram)

Omg he's just like me fr

I'm glad I've existed in your head outside of tumblr, thanks for sharing this!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Adeuce + Onee-san!Yuu Headcanons

I THINK THEY’D BOTH BE INTO ONEE-SANS… cuz Ace is the bratty one that wants attention and Deuce is into being praised for his accomplishments 💀 Even worse if both of them are crushing on the same onee-san and butt heads every day about it.

Please note: due to the nature of the scenario, these headcanons could read as gendered (since “onee-san” means "big sister") even though I avoid the use of gendered pronouns for the reader/self insert in my writing and just generally allude to the concept of the "onee-san" trope (someone who is reliable, kind, and mature). Read at your own discretion.

Curiouser and Curiouser…

Ace is totally the type of guy that mercilessly teases the person he has a crush on, and that's really no different when it comes to you. He sees it like a challenge, to see how fast he can break you and get you cutely begging him to stop--but to his surprise, you hold your own and push back, scolding him for his attitude and lip. He blinks as you finish your lecture and turn to walk off, not registering the heat of his gaze following you.

The teasing continues regardless, of course. He doesn't let up on it, always coming up with some clever new excuse whenever you respond. With (fake) watery eyes, Ace will claim you're BULLYING your innocent little kouhai, don't you feel any shame or remorse? Oh, and he gets jealous if others tease you—because only he’s allowed to do that, got it?

He doesn't flinch at all when you scold him (In fact, he thinks it's kind of cute how you get all stern and pouty) Ace will taunt you and egg you on ("What're you gonna do, tell my mom?"). May or may not also include him cheekily sticking his tongue out at you.

The number one thing he makes fun of you about is your kindness. He often tells you that you're TOO nice, and that someday it may come back to bite you in the ass, or someone might try to take advantage of that kindness. "Luckily for you, I'm a nice guy too, so I wouldn't mess with you like that."

Ace is handsy. He'll casually lean on your shoulder or even rest his head on top of yours (if you're short enough for that kind of thing). It's fine between "just friends", right?

If you ignore him (or he feels like you're giving more attention to Grim or Deuce than to him), he gets all clingy, whining about how you next hang out anymore or why did you leave his text on read? Ace tries to invite you out as nonchalantly as he can (he doesn't want to come off as desperate).

"How about that burger place in town? What? Nooo, it's not a date, dummy! It’s just a joke. Unless…?" He typically phrases private outings with him as unserious, if only to keep a route of plausible deniability open for himself to escape with if you indicate you're not really into it.

Pesters you to come watch his basketball games. Constantly. When you do finally show up, he waves excitedly, winks, and tries to dedicate a shot to you in an attempt to look cool. (Unfortunately, the ball bounces off the rim and makes him look incredibly pathetic. Floyd gets a good laugh out of this.)

Every time Riddle collars him or punishes him with extra chores, Ace asks you to comfort him. He'll dramatically lean against you and lament how life has been SO unfair to him lately, so he'd for real appreciate a shoulder to cry on or maybe a lap to rest on right about now~

He pretends to not understand class material as an excuse to ask for "one-on-one" tutoring. Since you're sooo smart and kind, you'll definitely help him, won't you? As you're explaining how to solve this equation or the next, Ace is too busy staring at your profile to really pay attention. You ask if he gets it now, and it takes him a few seconds to snap back to reality and insist to you that he does, but juuust to make sure he gets it maybe you could explain it all again!

Whenever you pack a homemade lunch, Ace is the first to ask for a bite. Well, not ask but more like he announces he wants some before he steals a bite right off of your eating utensil. He'll then make some cheeky comment about how it's an indirect kiss. In return, he shares his own snacks (which suspiciously look like unbirthday party cakes he swiped from the fridge, but shhhh, don't tell Riddle!).

Every time Ace dresses up or buys some new article of clothing, he makes a show of wearing it. Like this guy will wear the luxury sunglasses Vil gifted him for his birthday INDOORS or on the back of his head hoping it'll bait you into noticing and then complimenting him.

Ace claims that you're "soooo obsessed with [him'" since you're always "chasing [him] like a lovesick puppy" and "looking for excuses to talk with [him]". In reality, you follow him around and talk with him to nag him and keep him in line, but Ace frames it a certain way because he's delusional to mess with you. "Geez, if you want me that badly, then just say so~"

You try your best to keep him out of trouble, but there are instances in which you end up roped into his shenanigans and both of you are punished for it. Detention isn't exactly a very romantic spot to be in, but Ace makes use of every moment of it to hog you for himself. "Hey, don't make that long face. It's not so bad—least you've got me here to keep you company."

He sometimes brings up his ex to complain about how needy she was (the irony of Ace saying that is not lost on you) and implicitly brag about how he has sooo much experience with dating. He'll then bring the attention to you. "I don't get it, what was she looking for in a guy? She said I was way too immature for her. How about you, Prefect? Do you get it? Immature guys... do you like that kind of thing?" Ace thinks he's slick but he ain't--

Unlike Ace, Deuce does his best to try and not cause trouble for you to clean up after. He also joins you in telling Ace off, to which Ace will call him a "goody two shoes" and accuse him of "sucking up to Prefect". Deuce adamantly denies it, but his frenemy's words still fluster him.

Deuce is very polite to you and even greets you with a bow. He sees you as someone deserving of respect because of how responsible you are—you're modelling the very thing he aspires to be someday! Your encouraging presence fills him with a drive and determination to be better.

Having someone like you around makes Deuce try really, really hard to demonstrate how mature he can be. He pulls off these herculean feats (like forcing himself to eat bell peppers without gagging or solving a basic arithmetic problem correctly in under 5 minutes). It’s all worth it when he sees that proud smile blooming on your face and hears the cheery “Good job!!” from you.

Deuce usually keeps a respectable distance (to keep things professional between peers!). However, he completely freezes up if any scenarios arise where you touch him—be it an accidental brush of your shoulder and his while you're walking to class together or you plucking a fallen leaf or petal out of his air. His face turns about as red as his dorm leader's and he hurriedly runs way ahead of you to cool off.

The worst of it is when you adjust your clothes for him (it puts you in very close proximity) or when you pat him on the head and shower him with praise. Deuce doesn't know how to react to receiving such earnest compliments, he just melts like putty in your hands, happily basking in the moment.

In spite of all of his efforts, his grades don't see much of an improvement. Seeing his frustration, you offer to tutor him, which Deuce graciously accepts. It doesn't occur to him until he's actually in that tutoring session that this is a private time for the two of you, and suddenly he's struggling to focus because wow, you're so close and your hand is centimeters away from his. Instead of thinking about math, he's thinking about what it would feel like to reach out and hold you. Stupid, stupid! he scolds himself. D-Don't think about weird things like that!

Deuce doesn't have a lot of pocket money, but he offers to share his food with you anyway. (He knows you're carefully budgeting your monthly allowance from the headmaster, so you can't afford to spend much on treats.) He'll break off half of his chocolate bar or dessert bread, but drinks are harder to share. His face burns at the suggestion of sharing a straw—isn't that technically an indirect kiss?—but he tries to pretend like he's not nervous (even as his hand trembles terribly as he accepts the juice carton from you to take a sip of his own).

There are times when you find him a little bruised and beat up, whether it’s the result of a brawl or an intense workout. Deuce will insist that he’s fine, but that doesn’t stop you from personally tending to him. He’s dead quiet as he watches you disinfect and bandage his injuries, heat climbing to his cheeks. When you ask if it hurts anymore, he softly replies “… No.” Not when you’re here with me.

Deuce frequently tells his mom about you when they speak over the phone. He says that you’re an amazing person with a big heart, rambling on and on about how you care about everyone and always support them. His mom listens for a while before laughing and telling Deuce he’s definitely got a crush and that she’d love to meet this person that has stolen her son’s heart. Of course, he gets embarrassed and claims she’s wrong, he just really admires you, that’s all!! (But a mother knows best…)

Deuce is easily flustered whenever you call him “cute”. He tends to keep his mouth shut and let you gush as you please, but one day he manages to find his voice and protests. "P-Please don't tease me like that, Prefect..." Deuce mutters, his gaze cutting to the ground. “I… I want you to see me as a man.” Someone you can rely on.

Deuce tells you that if you’re ever in need of help—or if people are giving you trouble—then all you have to do is call him. He’ll come running to your side, lend a hand, fend off the bullies, whatever you need. He knows he can depend on you, so he should also be the type of person you can depend on.

It’s hard for him to get a grip on his delinquent side if he feels like you’re in danger. That mixture of concern, protectiveness, and upset drives him wild—he doesn’t even realize he has relapsed until he has rushed over to check on you and notices the alarm set in your eyes. I’ve gone and done it again, he panics. They’re disappointed in me.

… But you embrace Deuce warmly, thanking him, peppering him with reassurances, inspecting him for any signs of harm. He’s flooded with relief, allowing himself to sink into your arms and breathe in your comforting smell.

Deuce appreciates it when you make time to go to his Track and Field Club meets and cheer him on. He sprints like the wind to see you at the finish line. You’re smiling, with a water bottle, a wet towel, and a snack in hand to reward him for his hard work. Deuce’s clubmates snicker and tease him about it, but he doesn’t let that get to him—he’s too busy riding the adrenaline high that is you.

He’s not shameless unlike Ace, who pretty much automatically clocks his feelings. Deuce struggles a lot with coming to terms with how he feels about you, wondering if he’s “good enough” to be near you, to like you in the capacity that he does, to push these emotions onto you. He kicks himself, calling it spineless and cowardly to not gather his courage and just blurt it out already—but he’s scared of breaching your friendship. “Hey, Is this okay…?” Is it okay for me to like you like this?

[seungminismyboo]

☾ ━━━ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X FEM READER FUCKING IN A LIBRARY

☾ ━━━ CONTENT: SMUT, EATING HER OUT, FINGER PLAY, CHAIR SEX, CALLS YOU DARLING (I think that’s it)

☾ ━━━ 18+!! Unless you wanna be a bit risky..

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Seungmin is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Seungmin doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. Thursday afternoon, sitting at the library desks trying to study, thinks about how dumb he really is. he reads his textbook and… God, he is fucking stupid, since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class and there is nothing that Seungmin hates more than being called stupid. Then his thoughts came to you. He’d see you stare at him in class and in the hallways a lot, and Seungmin interprets your stares. But he doesn’t really know how he feels about you. Seungmin generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. So Seungmin just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud smack of books wakes Seungmin from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break! Disoriented, Seungmin raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. Slowly, Seungmin recognizes you, in the book isle.. checking out some books. He knew you always liked reading. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the isle. Seungmin furrows his brows and shakes his head. Why would he even go up to you? Pfft. What a dummy. But Seungmin froze when he heard you call his name. He turned around and saw you with your arms crossed and staring right at him. A few seconds pass until Seungmin finally realizes that he hasn’t said anything yet, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Thinking of what to say. “Oh sorry. I was just STARING AT YOU” like.. no…

“Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside.

"It's fine, really" you stare at him before walking deeper into the isle of books.

"May I follow you?" Seungmin asked.

You nod and he manages to follow you into the isle, deeper and deeper where no one else was. You sit at an empty table and take out a few books from your backpack and some of the ones you just found. You glance at him and see Seungmin in a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You see he’s dressed quite messy. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Because normally he’s always dressed so well. Of course, you'd notice.

"Seungmin, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Seungmin has not seen. Ever.

"What..?” He said confused.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re dressed like a mess..” you reply.

Then he lets out a sigh. “I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?"

Seungmin’s tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Seungmin informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm.

“Well you should continue. I heard your grades are dropping.”

Seungmin sighed and got up to grab his stuff. He came back and placed it down and sat beside you. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second. Seungmin’s mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your hand against your book to remind him to continue to study. Seungmin groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice? "I'm really glad you let me be here with you.." He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Seungmin decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you.

"Seungmin, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Seungmin reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, He is not stupid. He does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Seungmin inhales sharply.

Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on this table, without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today.""A-are you?"

You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Seungmin looks at you without moving his head.

"Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Seungmin enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel.

"There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your book in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the pages until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud. Seungmins favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together. Oh, how Seungmin loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Seungmin confirms with a slight smirk.

He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Seungmin lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Seungmin so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should go then..?"

Seungmin smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His slender fingers toying with his pen, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements.

"Already?""Mhm."

You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Seungmin listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching. As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing.

"What?" Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Seungmin smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness.

"Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Seungmin loves this game. That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you.

Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Kim Seungmin stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Seungmin can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him. Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Seungmin’s form, but Seungmin is not here for it. He has gotten what he wants. Seungmin feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Seungmin’s mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Seungmin smugly leaned back in his chair.

Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said. In the blink of an eye, Seungmin feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Seungmin gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his. A deep groan escapes Seungmin’s lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. His hands go up your skirt, touching your panties. He can feel they are getting wet. He glides his fingers along it, Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Seungmin in front of you.

Yes, he is aware of the effect of his siren eyes. For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise.

And you do, allowing Seungmin to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the table. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Seungmin is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time. Okay, Seungmin admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more. Impatient as you are, you assist Seungmin in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes. And as much as he would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access.

His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Seungmin loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even. Finally, the time has come, and Seungmin kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, smirking at the wetness on it. His hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Okay, maybe Seungmin feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in. So that's what he does, He goes down on his knees, looking at your eyes, then your clit. You laid back on the table.. just waiting for it. Obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Seungmin tastes you. His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls. Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Seungmin thinks, not to brag, but-Seungmins eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Seungmin’s fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands. To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, he lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you.

At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance. Seungmin loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this. He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle.

“Shh.. darling.. people will hear us..” Seungmin whispered. Then he feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist. Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum. Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you. Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it. Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Seungmin says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants.

And as if you're getting paid to stroke Seungmin’s ego even more, you gasp at his size. Seungmin can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully.

Oh, how Seungmin would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Seungmin is more in his giving,receiving era. Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more. Seungmin smiled and pulled you into a kiss, picking you up by the thighs and bringing you back down on his lap. He said on the chair again, kissing you passionately. Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Seungmin helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle. Damnit, Seungmin. Why are you so hot. Seungmin mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Seungmin and are not possessed by a sex demon."

“I don't fucking care. Just get these boxers off and have sex with me!"Seungmin does not need to be told twice, only a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Seungmin chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half,

"come here. Please."

You scoot closer and Seungmin moaned. The feeling of your thighs and clit against his dick, And you start to beg him with your eyes. Seungmin wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards, making you bounce up a little. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely. His hands trail your skirt, pulling it upwards. Exposing your thighs and ass. And he softly squeezed it. God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Seungmin feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again." How did that get out there? You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now.

"You're so cute." Cute?! Seungmin will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance.

"Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open.

Helplessly, you cling to Seungmin’s body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier. With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Seungmin’s ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return.

"Yeah, like it that my voice is so seductive?" You nod pathetically. "Cute.""Seungmin- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Seungmin grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open.

He really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot.

Seungmin feels like he loves you. He also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it?

All that matters is that Seungmin’s ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish. His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one. Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Seungmin if he kept it that way.

That's why he found himself putting you back on the table, going into his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge. It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Seungmin eating his own cum out of you, he assumes.

Somehow, you two end up in his bed after a romantic drive to his house, mostly because Seungmin is a cuddler, partly because he’s is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows. Maybe he’ll never ever let you go..

The end!

(Unless you want a part two on what happens at his house..)

[oonajaeadira]

hello fellow scout!

to celebrate the coming of the ASHNADO, i'd like to know:

who is a stringer team at capture the flag:

Joel, Dieter & Dave or Frankie, JaviG & Pena?

Beefro👌🥩💜

Okay, beeffriend. I have to tell you a story. So yours was the first asknado ask I got and it was before I saw the pedroscout post so I can't tell you how long I sat here trying to figure out what ASHNADO was an acronym for. I'm like, is that the name of the Corona campaign? What are the titles of the upcoming Pedro projects? What am I missing???

So I let it sit for a moment and then went through my feed and I'm like. Oh. OHHHHHHHHHHH *headsmack*

This is in no way to single out the typo, but it is in every way to illustrate the clown show of me sitting on my couch in a post-12-hr-day stupor going... durrrrrrrrr for like 10 minutes.

*smh at mself*

Okay. Then we get to your question. I don't know what capture the flag is, because I'm a dummy at sports. But now I know because Google's a hell of a thing.

Joel, Dieter, and Dave are the winning team.

See, over on the other team you've got Frankie who is going to be the strongest player. He's able to think ahead and strategize. But he does have Javi G on his team. Javi's gonna try real hard, but he doesn't have the right footwear and he's going to be really polite and hesitant about possibly running into someone or getting tackled or something. And then you've got Javier, and he's got better things to do. He's not going to run unless he absolutely has to. He's probably just going to let himself get caught so he can sit out for a minute and smoke.

Over on our winning team? Dave's a lot like Javier in that he probably finds this a waste of time. But if he's here, he might as well commit to it--the faster everyone wins, the faster this is done. With that attitude, he's able to get Joel into the same mindset and they go into predator mode, taking down the other team in duet one by one like a pack of lions on a herd of gazelles. I mean, Dieter is there too and he's a fuckup, but he's also a wild card. If you get him on a day where he's game (read: a coke day instead of a pot day), that boy will run. He won't even make a half-ass attempt of chasing anyone, but he's fast enough to not get caught and that keeps him out of the trench.

The game is over in 1 minute 29 seconds tops, Joel and Dave taking out Javier first who shrugs and heads to the sidelines, then Javi who goes into panic and throws his hands up over his face as the two killers come at him at once. The other minute and 13 seconds is the two of them trying to corner Frankie who is way too fast and only gets caught because he runs into Dieter who just stepped out of the restroom and into his path.

[perfectatomical]

Hi welcome to my blog!

I'm perfectAtomical [PA] and I'm turning this shit into a homestuck ask. There's not a lot of surviving ones in 2024 so here it is: 2024 Homestuck shit. Here's some shit about me that's a long yapfest

1: Boundaries

This is an important thing to cover first So yeah.

1, No racists, xenophobes, transphobes, homophobes etc.

2, no Proshippers, darkshippers, profics.

3, no abelists

Yeah that's kind of it.

2: about this blog

Well this is mostly for my future series of posts titled "homestucks for dummies" where I take information from wikis, other blogs (obviously credited) and make it into a shorter version of itself. The blood colors from the homestuck wiki have been edited to fit in a single Notebook page which I will probably be shorting anyways.

I also have my own ideas for a -stuck adventure. So you can ask about that.

This blog is also very accepting btw because it's autistic + queer run.

About.. me??

You can skip this btw

Well I'm perfectAtomical, the Heir of Void (woaw Equius..) I'm a Taurus and a derse dreamer.

As you saw earlier this is a queer and autistic run blog. If you know me personally this might get brought up often (I make jokes about myself) but you probably won't hear a lot about it unless it's a "Autism activate" joke.

To save the micro labels I'm a transman and omnisexual. He/They.

As of October 28th 2024 I'm on the meat epilogue and have finished Homestuck.

I'm also a fan of Persona (I've finished 3-5, played 1, ) and one piece!!

You technically can ask about me but like.. I'm boring

OKAY PA OUT!!!

[danganronpa96]

Sorry for asking again (I'm sure everytime you see my messages you're like oh God no) but what do you think about the theory that YTTD takes place somewhere in the late 70s and the death game with the previous contestants (Hayasaka, Kurumada and Mai) took place in the early 60s? I mean the way they talk, dress and all that (and the fact that Reko was on a magazine for being with her band, that's some 70s things because who'd do that now, let alone the early 2010s) and the school uniforms and all that, I refuse to believe that it takes place in 2017. And the fact that Mai is said to be a swell gal or something, it clearly shows the late 50s-early 60s vibe here.

Little did you know, I enjoy answering your asks 😼 (checkmate me, but also really you)

It’s really interesting because I’ve never heard of this theory before. But in my opinion, I don’t really see it.

First, magazines were pretty popular in the 2000s as well, and although they’re not really as relevant today, I think they were still a thing around the early 2010s as well. So, it’s not really a stretch to assume Reko’s band appeared on a magazine in modern times (plus it might’ve just been a convenient plot device as they obviously don’t have access to the internet in the death game facility).

I will agree that the school uniforms are pretty outlandish, but that’s just for Sara and Joe’s school, really. We get to see Anzu’s school uniform in her side story thing, and it looks pretty standard to me. I feel like Sonobeno High just has a strange uniform to give Sara an interesting design lol

With Mai being called a ‘swell gal’, I think that might just be a lexical choice on the translator’s part? After all, Japanese language fads are different to English so maybe the word that ‘swell’ was translated from is actually a common word? I don’t really know.

Plus, there are some factors that make it look like this is during a modern time. First, we do physically see a mobile phone and a laptop in the story (Kanna’s sister, Kugie, has ‘her’ phone shown with that message, and obviously Kai’s laptop is this big plot thing anyway). Also, with all the technology such as the AIs, unless this was a 70s sci-fi dystopia, it doesn’t make much sense for really advanced technology to be present back then.

Another, smaller thing is that Shin claims to work for a convenience store. In Japan, these weren’t a common growing thing until at least the 1980-90s. So I mean he could be working in one still in those times but it feels like more of a common modern occupation to me.

Also I’m not sure what you mean by ‘previous contestants’ because the dummies were in the exact same death game as the main 12, but they all just died in the first trial before we got to meet them as humans. Unless you mean Asunaro was lying and brought back participants who died in a previous game. However, Hayasaka specifically calls Sara out before he dies, so it’s clear they have a connection to her in the same time period.

But that’s just my thoughts on it. I would be surprised if it was true in some way.

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

Hey I've been really enjoying your au and I wanted to ask if you have any tips for writing character actions or dialogue? I'm interested in writing myself, but my characters always feel really bland or awkward.

AUGH TYSM!!!!

-tbh I also really struggled with writing characters actions at first, I’m more of a get into their thoughts/feelings kinda guy and even now I still kinda struggle w it, BUT I learned to lean on how the characters feel to show their actions or vice versa and to use body language to show how they feel etc,

my best advice is to use more fancy or unconventional wording to describe things as to spice things up to not sound so stiff, don’t just say “character did x” but rather say “character [descriptive word] x [descriptive word/sentence]” ?

So likeeee: “Moonjumper summoned their strings” would be fine on its own, but you could add onto it if you need more details like: “swiftly” “sloppily” “hesitantly” etc etc whatever descriptor is needed for the moment/whatever gets the visuals across without outright SAYING it, show don’t tell yk?

also USE ONELOOK DICTIONARY ITS EVERY FIC AUTHORS LIFE SAVER

-as for dialogue I’m not super sure abt? just bc dialogue has always been my strong suit so I’m not sure how I’d go about it BUT main things to note: don’t have characters talk super super long, let them get their point across without it being exposition, THOUGH I think that rule kinda applies more in comics but I do think it’s important in fics too! But unless a character talking long or fast is a trait or used for a gag then it might be fine like I said it more so applies to comics if anything and another big thing is to make sure you get into that characters head/emotions and you can show that through how they talk:

-Mj is shy and isn’t good with social interaction so he stutters and trips over words often, (and he doesn’t do it as often as the series goes to show the character arc)

-Delilah is chill and kinda snarky at times so her dialogue shows that with talking more casually and saying “dude” or “dummy” etc

-hat is younger so her dialogue isn’t as fancy or analytical as compared to say mj or snatcher

-Snatcher jokes and can get mad or frustrated easy and his dialogue is always to the point/not missing a beat as to contrast mj

etc etc you get the idea, once you get a characters personality down as well as some talking quirks or catchphrases of sorts you can start to figure out how they’d talk or react in certain situations! Sorry if this wasn’t a huge help lol I’m not the best at showing my thoughts/writing process it just kinda happens ig lol but I hope this ends up being helpful and I’d LOVE to read the fic if you do it! Definitely send it to me if you do!! :D

[just-antithings]

novel-length ask warning! also a lot of discussion of sex negativity and sex in general fyi, plus some homophobia/transphobia. i have an anti-adjacent horrifying story the vestiges of my brain spat out that i just totally forgot, please buckle in...some details might be off but i'm certain most of this is accurate. how could i forget such a trainwreck?

so i was in this fandom some years ago, like 7-8 years i think, and there was a popular blog. it was run by a few people iirc and they would accept submissions of fanworks to show off. pretty typical. but they created a nsfw blog to keep stuff separate for people who didn't want to see nsfw content of this fandom.

all good so far, right? but then came trouble. at first the nsfw blog was just featuring saucy art and fics. then people started coming to the blog with sex questions. and that's a little odd to ask a fandom based blog but nothing inherently harmful since it was on topic, and i feel there may have been some younger people trying to anonymously get resources from a familiar space. it started out pretty innocuous, like how do you be safe while with a partner, how do you learn what you like, body safe materials etc. the responses by the mods were pretty standard, and they'd give a link or two to some useful info.

then it started getting fuckin weird. their responses were pretty much devolving into all fearmongering sex negative bullshit. off my head they argued (paraphrasing): anal is disgusting and it will cause you to get sick and die so if you're not a cis gay man don't do it and even if you are don't do it you nasty demon. you shouldn't need a sex toy to get off, you're just poisoned by porn if you can't experience enough pleasure by using your imagination and a hand. (nevermind anorgasmia right) don't look at porn if you're in a relationship but don't have sex with your partner either because that's what society wants from you and it's bad. they said you should 'explore your body' but also masturbation was horrible and sinful and having desire means there's something wrong with you.

maybe the blog switched mods? i have no fucking idea. i'm like, you guys were doing okay before then the vengeful spirit of a puritan ghost fucking possessed the blog???

they had an anon write in and she was asking about tips for dealing with dysphoria as a trans woman and not being able to shave. these absolute idiots were like shaving is a construct forced onto women to get rid of natural body hair, so 'just don't be dysphoric dummy!!' as if it's that simple! it was so cruel and dismissive. and they were kind of insinuating she was less of a woman bc of her discomfort with body hair. it made me so fucking pissed at the time.

but they continued to reblog nsfw fanart of characters and guess what? some of em were having sex in the pics, just what the mods said you shouldn't do!! holy fuck!!

and even more, on the main blog they fucking publicly shamed this person for creating a fanwork inspired by their headcanons, saying it was disgusting torture porn and they should be locked up. best part of all--it was extremely mild gore. pg-13 movies have more violence. like the fic had one character stab the other in the shoulder iirc and they tussled a little. that's all. wowie. the canon for this fandom HAD MORE VIOLENCE.

i hope that person kept writing, but i doubt it after being so summarily rejected and having their name shared around...fucking hell man.

so for anyone reading this please do not get sex ed from fandom blogs unless they're really competent but i have never seen such a thing so yeah no. try scarleteen i think they're good?

but like these mods had to have been radfems right? right???

i will step down from my podium of horrors now but whoever posts this i would love to hear your thoughts on my batshit little tale.

my thoughts are that was a wild ride from start to finish

also yeah you should never get your sex ed from fandom, get it from somewhere reliable like scarletteen

[devinescribe]

[A Little More] Niragi S.

The plot is basically knowing before the games, and you were his main bully's sister. And then it transfers to being in the games. I listened to the song 'A Little More' by Alessia Cara while making this, and it's on my Wattpad as well :)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, bullying, mentions of rape(none done by Niragi towards the reader. Also, more like insinuates it, not describes or for sure says it, but just in case!)

You had seen the boy around. He carried his books hurriedly around, and your brother always told you he was his friend. And you believed him.

"Onii-Chan! Hiii!" You chirped, running up to your brother. You saw his friends behind him, the boy with the glasses trailing behind. "I'll be inside in a second," you said, running past the group of boys to the boy behind them. "Hi! My name's (L/N) (F/N). What's your's?" You introduced, holding out a hand to him to shake. "S-suguru Niragi... Nice to meet you," he responded, looking up to meet your gaze. "That's my big brother, he's super cool. I wanna be like him one day. Even though he's only a years older," you giggled, pointing towards the boy standing in the doorway, glaring down at him. "B-big brother? I-i have to go..." he excused. "Ah, wait, Suguru-San, let's talk more at school yeah?" You shouted after him. He stopped, turning to look at you, giving a curt nod.

"Hey! What- what are you doing?" You asked, stumbling across your brother with his friend. Niragi was on the floor, blood spilling from nose, a baseball next to him. His glasses scattered to the side. "Leave (Y/N), it's nothing to concern yourself with. Go home," your brother said. He was holding a baseball bat. "I thought he was your friend?" You asked, walking closer to them. "I told you to leave," your brother responded louder. "Did you do this to him?" You asked, tears building in your eyes. "And if I did? He's just a loser anyways," you brother said. You gasped, walking closer to your brother. "Stop. You shouldn't do this," you said, trying to look at the boy standing in front of you like he was still your brother and not some monster who had been torturing someone innocent. "I told you to leave you dumb bitch," he scoffed, pushing you down. "D-dont!" Niragi shouted from behind you. Your eyes widened. "Don't hurt her... she's your sister, you shouldn't hurt your sister," Niragi said, trying his hardest to be brave to protect you. "And?" Your brother said, kicking your leg harshly. You gave a yelp of pain, and crawled backwards to Niragi. " 'Ragi, you ok?" You asked, wiping away the blood, to no avail as it kept coming out. "Get away from him (Y/N), unless you want the same treatment," one of your brother's friends smirked. Your eyes widened, holding onto him. "Hurt me then. I don't care. Leave him alone!" You shouted, shielding Niragi from them. "Aw look, he needs a girl to protect him," one of the boys taunted. You stood up, holding Niragi's hand. Your brother scoffed, tossing a ball up, and batting it. You only heard a crack, and felt a pain on your nose. You put a hand up, and felt blood drip down. " 'Ragi, on the count of three, run. Run home or wherever, don't look back, just run, and I'll see you at school tomorrow alright?" You instructed, looking at him with a smile. "But what about you? You're a girl and they could do worse to you than me I can't let you-" he said, stumbling over his words. "Go. I'll be fine, I'll see you tomorrow," you said, the kind smile he'd grown to love still present on his face. He only nodded.

"1"

He closed his eyes, dreading the thought of leaving you alone.

"2"

You looked up at him, and gave him a quick kiss to the cheek.

"3."

He swallowed harshly, and ran like you told him. He did what you told him, trying to block out the noise, because he knew he would look back if he did...

The next day you showed up at school. Your eyes no longer held the same spark they had. Your smile had dulled. Not even like you were giving a real smile. There were bruises on your legs that you had neglected to cover.

You went to your usual spot under the Sakura tree in the school court yard. " 'Ragi?" You questioned, seeing him standing there, under the tree. He saw you, and let out a sigh of relief. "Are you ok? What happened? What did they to you?" He asked, reaching out for you. You jumped back, scared of what might happen if you let him touch you. He looked at you, seeing the bruises on your neck and legs. "What the hell did they do to you?" He whispered, slowly walking over to you. Your eyes filled with tears. "I-it was h-horrible, I- I didn't think that i-," you started, breaking down in sobs. He reached you, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

You two sat atop the roof of the apartment complex, looking out to the stars. "So let me get this straight, if a guy with piercings and long hair asked you out, you wouldn't hesitate to say yes?" He asked, laughing a bit. You laughed, nodding your head. "But also smart guys. Clever ones, who put thought into things. The guys who aren't afraid of their emotions or mine ya know?" You admitted, looking up to the stars. He nodded softly. " 'Ragi. You'd look good with piercings," you mentioned all of a sudden. "Really?" He asked, looking at you. "Mhm. And if you grew out your hair to... here," you said, touching his shoulders. "Is this your way of telling me I'm ugly?" He joked. "No! You're really cute, I'm just saying it would look good on you. Dummy," you muttered. "What would you do if everyone in Tokyo disappeared? It was just the two of us?" He asked suddenly. "I'd be... happy. Our utopia where my brother and his stupid friends don't exist. Just us, watching the stars every night. I'd like that," you said softly. "I'd like that too," he whispered.

You chuckled at the memory. "Well, I would have liked it. If you were here with me," you said, leaning back on the wall. You looked down at the cards in your hand. 10 of clubs, ace of diamonds, and 2 of hearts. You shuddered. "Maybe it's better you're not here 'Ragi. I wouldn't want you going through this," you muttered. You heard the engine of a car. "What the hell? I thought cars didn't work," you whispered, walking out from your hiding spot, onto the street. The headlights of the cars fell on you, and they stopped. "Oi, you ok?" A voice asked. "Um, not really? How'd you get cars working?" You responded. No one answered. "We have a place where people in this situation can go. The Beach. Do you have any playing cards?" The person asked. "Yes, I do. 10 of clubs, ace of diamonds, and 2 of hearts," you responded. "Hop on in," they said. You walked over cautiously, getting into the car.

"Welcome to the beach. Right now, there's only a few of us, but in time there will be many. We have 3 militals, and 4 executives so far, with me being the leader," the man, who's name you learned to be Hatter. "Hatter, your back from- and who's this?" A voice said from the top of the staircase. You looked over, and saw a boy, about your age, with dark shoulder length hair. You couldn't see his facial features since he was so far away. He walked down the stairs, and you could see his face. He had an eyebrow piercing, as well as a nose piercing, with very attractive features. He looked so familiar. "That's Niragi, he's one of the militals, which is why he has a weapon," Hatter explained. Niragi clicked his tongue. "N-niragi?" You stuttered, walking a bit closer to the boy. "Oi, why the hell are you starin' at me like that? You look like you've seen a ghost," he scoffed. "Hi! My name's (L/N) (F/N). What's your's?" You said, using the same childish voice you had back then, sticking a hand out like you had back then, hoping this was your Niragi. The Niragi you had spent hours with atop the roofs of Tokyo. The Niragi who called you an idiot for getting drunk once. The Niragi who had most of your firsts, even if they were on a dare or some stupid punishment of your brother's creation. The same Niragi who had protected you after that day. The same Niragi who bought you candies and snacks after school. The Niragi you had and still loved. His eyes widened, and the gun he had dropped to the floor. "S-suguru Niragi... Nice to meet you," he said, the same way he had back then. The tears that had filled your eyes fell, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him into a hug. "It's you, it's really you right? I'm not dreaming? Did I die, is this heaven, please tell me that's really you," you cried into him. "It's me, it's really me (N/N)," he whispered, trying to keep his tears from falling. Hatter smiled, and left, giving the two of you a bit of privacy. He pulled away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands, placing his forehead on yours. "I'm so happy you're ok," you whispered. He stayed quiet, reeling in everything. You were there. With him. You were safe as could be within this messed up world. You were the same (Y/N) who had taken more damage for him than anyone in his life. The (Y/N) who had stayed up on late night phone calls. The (Y/N) who fixed his glasses everytime they broke. The (Y/N) who watched the stars with him. You pulled away, sniffling. "You look different," you laughed, sniffling and drying your tears. "Good different or bad different?" He asked with a smirk. "Good different. Great different. I told you you'd look good," you said. "Oh that reminds me of something I've wanted to do forever. (Y/N), will you go out with me?" He asked. "Yes," you responded with a smile. "Oh wow, you really meant no hesitation, huh?" He teased. "I've loved you since we were kids, why the fuck would I say no?" You admitted, holding his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

"You know, this isn't the way I thought I'd die, but I'm glad it's with you," you said, panting from the heat of the flames. "It's all my fault. You shouldn't be in this mess. Fucking hell..." he muttered. You lay your head on his shoulder. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. I had just as much fault as you," you whispered. "Chishiya was right. All of us militals are just morons with guns," he laughed. You smiled. "I'm sure he'd love to hear you admit that. I can see him smirking right now," you said, a laugh escaping your lips. "Remember that time your brother found us on the roof, and we had to jump from one roof to the other to get away?" He asked leaning his head onto yours. "Yeah, remember that time we threw one of his baseball's into the river, and he was super pissed?" You giggled. "Remember that night on the roof when you told me your biggest fear was loosing me?" He asked. "That was legitimately the other night, if course I didn't forget it bubs," you whispered, snuggling into him. You both coughed from the smoke. "I don't want to die..." you whimpered, hugging him tightly. He held onto you. "I know... I know. But we'll just feel pain for a second, and then we'll meet in hell princess," he joked, trying to comfort you. You laughed a bit, but it turned into you coughing. "I love you Niragi," you said. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

Sorry if he's OOC my dear readers-

[glassprism]

Hope you're well! I'm sorry to bother and I know you've talked about file storage / uploading options for newcomers to the trading community before, but I wanted to ask for advice: should we be downloading every recording we accumulate as a safeguard against links failing? I feel like it may get difficult as the recordings accumulate in number. :<

You don’t have to, but me personally, I do download everything, actually, especially after the infamous incident in 2012 when file-sharing site MegaUpload was abruptly taken down. People who had been using it to store files they had not downloaded lost many of their files; some traders left the scene entirely because of how much disappeared. I also lost some things, though luckily it wasn’t anything I valued, so it taught me a pretty strong lesson early on about getting items onto my computer quickly.

But as you mention, storage is definitely going to become an issue. There are several ways I can think of getting around this.

Invest in more hard drives. This one is obvious - if you need more space on your computer, buy more space. The downside: it’ll cost money, unless you happen to know someone who just has a lot of hard drives lying around. For myself, I actually have about 4 TB of space on my computer, plus two other hard drives with 2 TB and 3 TB each of space. This also allows me to split up and backup files, so in the event a hard drive crashes, I haven’t lost everything.

Be more picky about what you trade. When I first began trading, I collected bootlegs of every show I knew or were popular with other traders, thinking, “Oh this might be useful in the future”. But eventually I realized they weren’t actually that helpful for trades, I had no interest in the shows themselves, and they were wasting space, so I deleted almost all of them. Focusing almost exclusively on Phantom and a few other shows does narrow the trades I get, but it saves quite a bit of space. I’ve also seen people who only trade for audios, not videos, which take up much more space.

Convert files, but don’t trade. I’ve seen some people who want to get videos but only to watch them, do this. Basically they will trade for videos, but they’ll convert them to a smaller size, delete the original files, and have them only for personal use, not for trading out. They will still take up space, but it will be much less than the original files.

Store online. Pretty self-explanatory. What I would do is download the files (you definitely do not want to rely on other people’s links, as they can take them down without any notice) and re-upload to your own account on any file-sharing account. This does save space, but of course you run the risk of links going down for various reasons, such as copyright violation or just not logging into the site enough. Free accounts also tend to be limited in how much you can store (most around 10-15 GB only), so you might end up having to pay money for a premium account, as some do, or making dozens of dummy accounts, which might require some organization to remember which files are under which account.

And many use combinations of these, as it’s all dependent on how you trade, what resources (money, time, technology) you have available, and so on. Anyway, hope this offered some ideas!

[lovecanbesostrange]

#also clueless Snow is suddenly very precious to me and I need to imagine that conversation when the coin drops | YES, lmao, yes! I'm thinking Snow is good at picking up hints and looks (in canon she knew Red was in love with Dorothy right away), but I submit that the idea of Ruby and Regina (THE EVIL QUEEN) dating is so wild to her that her mind is in denial, she's got that selective blindness. She won't see it, unless someone (preferably Ruby) spells is out for her. Then, it's shock time.

In this world Ruby had a huge crush on Belle for a while and Snow was the one to point it out first. That was a bit like the conversation in “Ruby Slippers”, where Ruby is all “nooooo~” and Snow smiles and goes “yeeeee~s”.

But it doesn’t pan out and Snow is also the one to bring ice cream and tequila over. Which leads to a sobbing Ruby “omg, and I finally realized after all this time she wasn’t even my first, you know?!” “not your first? Ruby, honey, you didn’t even kiss her” “I knnooooooooow... not what I meant. Talking about you, dummy. You were my first girlcrush!” “oh, that, right.”

And Snow is totally trying to play matchmaker everytime she gets the chance. Sending Ruby on blinddates, making sure to introduce Ruby properly when a new adventure-guest arrives.

That’s where the fun part starts, because Regina notices. And while she is slowly roped into this hero business, she makes her usual comments. Ruby is not amused at first, but that is because she is “I have my eyes on you, if you ever try to betray the trust Snow places in you, I will rip your throat out with my teeth”

Regina nods “fair enough, but save some of that energy for your next date, you might end up with a vampire. Snow has the worst taste” and Ruby agrees, blurting out the latest terrible set-up and oops, she has a moment with Regina.

Who eases into this thing with having friends maybe. And she comes by the dinner, where everybody is constantly. And suddenly she has a regular order that Ruby brings over without even asking.

And one day Snow wants to get Ruby on a “secret” doubledate, but Ruby declines for the first time, she says she has plans. But the terrible she is, she can’t come up with anything and Regina chimes in “I asked Ruby to help me sort through some things. Magical inventory, no labels, her sense of smell will help.”

Which is probably the weirdest excuse ever, but Snow just goes “okay, sure, fine” and never asked about that. But Ruby dares to actually go to Regina’s. “you know I only said that so you could get out of that date?” “yes, but now I can’t stay at home, because Granny heard that. I brought wine. Do you have any actual plans?”

Regina looks around. Henry is not here. The house is empty. She doesn’t have any hobbies really. Why not kill some time this way? So she steps aside to let Ruby in and for a second she worries, what they can even talk about.

Turns out it’s a whole lot. Well, at first it all revolves around Snow, because that is the biggest thing they have in common. But there is some trauma bonding happening - with the dead boyfriends and a need for freedom - and it gets pretty comfortable.

It’s two weeks into this we-are-spending-time-with-each-other-it’s-not-like-we-are-dating-I-just-thought-you’d-like-this-flower-thing, when Henry notices. He smiles and let’s Regina know that he is okay with Ruby coming over more. “you seem happy together”

He remains the only one to say anything about this out loud. But other people start to notice something. And speculate. Charming notices not so sneaky handholding, Archie sees them kissing even, Emma bumps into Regina at night who wears a jacket that is definitely not hers... stuff like this. And there is a point where everybody is like “they are a couple, but they haven’t said it out loud and we are gonna respect that boundary”.

It’s Leroy who one night cracks a joke about it and Snow has the most confused look ever on her face. “why would you say that?” *nervous laughter* Now people need to process that somehow Snow hasn’t caught on.

Ruby and Regina of course notice everybody noticing and it’s so weird. Should they throw a coming out party? Would it be weird now to make like a public announcement? Everybody seems to know anyway. And well, they are still not sure when it happened. One day they made jokes about each other and next they ended up on Regina’s couch kissing like the world was ending...

Great they have created the biggest elephant in all of Storybrooke that doesn’t even fit into a single room. And yet it’s completely invisible to Snow.

Suddenly it’s their six month anniversary already. Regina gives a beautiful necklace to Ruby. “Why would you? All I got for you is a cookbook!!” “You’re adorable when you get anxious about stupid nonsense.” They agree that it is finally time to sit Snow down for this. While they don’t care about anybody else in town seeing them flirt, they have toned it down around Snow a bit. They have to acknowledge that they have avoided this more and more consciously. Not sitting next to each other during family dinners and getting extra competitive during game nights and splitting up on the last adventure when they didn’t really want to (which lead to both of them being distracted and almost getting others injured).

[carnoshin]

Ok so if you aren't busy I just got a kinda dumb idea- so how would various slashers (ur choice) w an s/O who is often unconsciously singing the weirdest songs??? Like it goes from Brittney Spears to Two Trucks by Lemon Demon?? Like it'll be super quiet in the house n all of a sudden one of em hears from the other room "you're toxic I'm slippin under"

God, I was singing this at work the other day when I thought I was alone. I sure looked abso-fucking-lutely insane when my coworker came in to the backroom. (Which isn’t even behind a real wall, btw. I’m dummy!) Idk if he heard anything, but. My god.

Brahms

I think Brahms would appreciate it a lot, lmao.

He only listens to classical music, but I think he’d be the type to enjoy his s/o’s voice no matter what.

Before he comes out of the walls, he really likes to see you goof off. People are a lot different when other people are around them. I think I’ve said before that he feels a certain kind of intimacy in that.

So if his s/o is totally goofy when no one else is around, he would absolutely adore that only he got to see that side– completely unashamed and unabashed.

I think your first genuine interraction with him would actually be one of these times. He wants to see what you look like when you’re being like that, not just hear. 

You probably don’t actually catch him, but you might catch a glimpse of someone in the hallway and stop dead in your tracks– the embarassment alone kind of freezes you while you figure out what’s going on. He’s gone before you can find him, though.

Herbert West

It must needs be remarked that Herbert will be your not-boyfriend for a really long time before he’s your boyfriend: like, you’re totally exclusive and you act like romantic partners sans physical affection and dates.

So he’s more the type to roll his eyes when he hears you singing upstairs and is far more likely to talk shit about you to Dan, especially if he can hear you from downstairs.

Since he does actually like you though, so. He’d be lying if it didn’t occasionally make him crack a smile. “But only occasionally.” he would insist in the least convincing way possible.

Bet your bottom dollar, he picks up the habit as well– if you hear people around you humming, you’re probably immediately like “Oh, I can do that too, huh? Cool.” He gets extremely red-faced if you catch him, of course.

Herb isn’t really a type of person who knows “popular” music, so if he actually recognizes the song and you tell him he’s right, he just. Has to hold in his enthusiasm.

Once you two are actually dating (or are the closest approximation, lmao), he’s way more likely to join in. But he has a terribly flat voice and has the smallest range of all time.

At this point, Dan starts avoiding the lab/morgue while you two are in there, because he’s so tired of hearing you two.

Jason

Oh, he’s a big fan. Provided you only sing family friendly songs. Good luck, dude.

Two Trucks would, uh. Kill him? Unless you managed to only say the “two trucks holding hands” part. Again, good luck, dude.

He’s the type who taps his fingers to songs, no matter what. He’s also the type who gets songs stuck in his head super easily, but doesn’t know the whole song, so he can’t get it out of his head.

Even if you’re the worst singer in the world, if he has a song you’ve sang stuck in his head, he will ask you to sing it through for him.

If you want to get him into the music you listen to– even if he doesn’t like the genre– humming is the way to go about it. So if you’re trying to get him to listen to Lemon Demon, humming Two Trucks could actually work.

[commander-frostii]

A little late but I'm also in the underleveled and struggling boat. Are there any guides or resources with help along the lines of team building, leveling, what to focus on, etc?

I used this guide when I was starting out. It’s been updated since then with some newer dolls and info, thankfully. The biggest problem with this guide is that it’s so aggressively geared towards giving new players some basic guidance and helping them avoid “newbie traps” that it actually winds up giving harmful advice to midgame players. 

I did kind of start making a new player guide but I couldn’t really figure out what level of advice made sense to give. I’m going to try to give a shorter version of that guide here, but it would really help me if you (and anyone else who reads this and finds it interesting or helpful) ask more questions or call out explicitly what you find helpful and whether you feel like I’m missing anything or saying anything misleading, because I would really like to make more resources for other players and I feel like not knowing where other players are at is kinda holding me back. c: 

There’s kinda two different areas of focus for advice here; the first is just general base and resource management stuff. Unfortunately, people don’t make guides for this kind of thing. (I would love to sometime tho.) Here’s what I’ve learned. 

Running 4 logistics at all times is not optional. It is required. Do your best to refresh your logistics as often as you can. Stacking up your resources to 100-200k lets you farm maps as much as you like for drops (read: dummy cores) and XP. 

The fastest way to get a lot of dummy cores for linking your high-rarity dolls is crafting. This is another reason why logistics are so important, and learning to manage your logistics so that you have not only a good ratio of resources but also are building up your contracts over time is really important. If you want to do construction just for cores and don’t care what you pull, I recommend pulling for SMGS (430/430/130/230), as the UMP sisters have a high drop rate and give 3 cores each. (They’re also just really good, so you should raise them if you can.) 

Even if you’re poor, do 4 constructions a day every day. 30/30/30/30 is good enough. You’ll make your resources and most of your contracts back from daily quest rewards, plus you get a guaranteed core every day from the dailies AND you have a solid chance of getting at least one 3* HG from that recipe. It doesn’t seem like much when you’re waiting on 45 cores to get that x5 for just one of your dolls, but I promise it builds up quick. 

If you’re desperate for cores, running maps for drops sounds awful but honestly isn’t that bad over time. I personally liked 7-2E a lot but that’s because My Wife Is A Shotgun and having a shotgun makes it much easier to clear that map without paying a ton of repair costs. 0-2, 0-4 (retreating instead of trying to clear the map) and 4-3E are all fine choices and the guide linked above gives even more options.

The most important stuff to buy from the Black Market Shop, in order, is Combat Reports > Universal Parts > Cores (they’re disproportionately expensive imo so i value them lower) > Special Reports > Batteries > Enhancement Capsules. 

It should also go without saying that you should do your combat simulations every day and use up all of your sim energy. Leveling dolls’ skills is really important when you get to late and endgame, and will also make a big difference in night battles. Enhancement capsules become easy to come by once you are able to farm event boxes reliably (and thankfully you don’t need to be high level to do that), so you can spend capsule days on neural fragments instead if you want. 

I don’t personally like to spend combat reports on dolls over level 90 because getting from 90 to 100 is almost as expensive as getting from 1 to 90, but you get triple combat XP when fully dummy linked and can clear maps with much higher XP yield at that level, so it seems like a really inefficient use of reports. 

The other side, like you mentioned, is more in the game theory and meta world. What dolls are worth using? How should I combine them? What’s the highest priority to raise? 

Purely from a “clearing content efficiently” standpoint, your number 1 priority is M4A1, followed closely by ST AR-15 and M4 SOPMOD II. RO635 is also good but not quite as much of a hard requirement. But the three core AR team dolls are all virtually best in class and M4A1 is literally the best doll in the game when she gets her neural upgrade, with ridiculous damage output and unparalleled versatility. These dolls will carry you through content for your entire career in GFL. 

M16 is kind of niche and weird but certainly not bad to raise. I just wouldn’t consider her a top priority.

Your first echelon should be ARSMG (probably built with the AR team). If you don’t know what to build after that, build a second ARSMG team, then an RFHG team. If you’re diligent and make liberal use of support echelons, this should be enough to clear all story content right now (though I won’t promise it’ll be easy). MGSG echelons should wait until you feel like you have a good grip on your logistics management, because they’re very expensive to use and not that much better than ARSMG.

Great early ARs: FNC is surprisingly good even in lategame and is a solid choice thanks to how common and cheap she is to raise. OTs-12, F2000, SIG-510, and G3 are also good. You get an STG44 from quest rewards and she’s fine, too. Most ARs are good, but lower-rarity ones are obviously easier to raise. 

Great SMGs: A well-loved Skorpion will surprise you. Ingram and PPS-43 are also great choices. I had decent success with Type64 and Spectre M4, too, but they will be outscaled by higher-rarity options later on. The UMP sisters are excellent SMGs with UMP45 possibly being best in class, but they are a little more expensive to raise. 

You should stay away from most 5* SMGs unless there’s one you really love, because choosing your SMGs properly is actually deceptively really hard and spending a bunch of resources on one that doesn’t synergize well with your other options would be a huge bummer. The one exception might be Vector, but only if you really invest in her skill.

Great RFs: People hype up M14 for a reason. She’s cheap, the game hands you a ton of copies for free as achievement rewards (and you can get more of her from map drops easily), and she scales really shockingly well, remaining a really strong choice even in endgame content to this day (and probably forever). SVD and WA2000 are high rarity but so fantastic that they are worth raising if you don’t have any other options. SKS and FN49 are also good low-rarity options; the quest reward Springfield is worth raising, even if she doesn’t really reach peak performance without her special equip (and thankfully it’s not hard to farm for!). 

Handguns starting out are just kind of tough. There are two reasons for this; one, they don’t provide their full power buffs until max dummy links; two, they can’t equip an exoskeleton until level 80, which means they’ll get shredded by basically any enemy that looks at them funny. If you’re having a hard time running RFs + HGs at mid level, it’s fine to put an SMG in front for a while just to absorb damage. Later on you will want to practice luring and stalling enemies by moving your HGs around manually, and if you can master that, RFHG will become a lot stronger (well, technically every echelon will, but RFHG will benefit the most). 

Again, please please please let me know whether or not this is helpful and don’t be shy about asking follow up questions. This game is kind of hard and tricky and weird and I want very badly to help! The more I know about where my followers are at, the better advice I can give!

[memesiders]

Office AU Side Short

Neema x Lyriel

(A few of you seem to want some Neema x Lyriel content and honestly I couldn't resist hehe. I've never written wlw so I hope I didn't do anything that might be seen as offensive. If I did please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it!!!)(Also I'm trying to get better at writing in third person so please bear with me lol)

Neema walked into school with her stomach in knots. She held onto the straps of her backpack tightly, her knuckles paling. She’d been running over what she was going to say to Lyriel in her head ever since she’d left her sister at work the other day. Aziza had been right; nothing was going to happen between her and Lyriel unless someone made the first move, and she was making it. She had a chocolate and caramel candy bar in one of the pockets of her backpack and a small bouquet of flowers on top of her books, strategically placed so they wouldn’t get too squished. I hope she likes them, Neema thought, chewing on her bottom lip. She’d swiped the candy from a convenience store and plucked a few flowers from a nearby floral shop.

She’d used the library Wi-Fi to look up what flowers would be perfect to give to the half angel. Peruvian lilies, tulips, and peonies were only a few of the suggestions given to her, and were the ones she’d been able to grab. The internet better not have lied to me, she thought, stopping at her locker. She quickly unlocked it and unzipped her bag, pulling the flowers out gently. She reached into another pocket and grabbed the candy bar, placing both presents in the compartment. Ly’s probably already in class. Neema sighed and grabbed the books she needed for first period, slamming her locker closed.

Her nerves were getting the better of her, it seemed.

“You alright?” Neema spun around and smiled as one of her friends, Jackson, appeared.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “What about you, huh? I heard you fell off the stage yesterday.” Jack smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, tugging his shirt sleeve down to reveal white bandages around his forearm and wrist. She gasped.

“You know me, I’m a klutz.”

“You need to be more careful is what you need to be! What if you’d seriously hurt yourself? I’d have to deal with Mr. Schmidt all alone, and you know how I get when he goes on another tangent about how he used to be so respected back in Hell.”

“The Second Kingdom.”

“Potato, potato, Jackie.” He sighed and shook his head, blond hair falling into his eyes. Jack looked like he could have angel blood in him, with platinum hair and baby blue eyes. The only conflicting thing about that were the two small horns on his forehead and the red leathery wings on his back. He was a demon through and through, but a complete opposite of the stereotypes. “By the way, is Lyriel here yet?” Jack smirked, resting his hands on his hips.

“Why? You wanna confess your undying love for her?” Neema blushed and punched his arm hard, earning only a laugh from the demon.

“Shut up, so what if I do?” she grumbled, hitting him again. He snickered and grabbed her hand, pushing it away from him.

“She’s in the library, I think,” he answered, ruffling the curls on Neema’s head. “Said something about plants.” She smiled. Lyriel loved plants, flowers especially. She’d talk to Neema for hours on end about flowers and their symbolisms or plants and their medicinal properties. Neema loved the way her eyes lit up whenever she talked about them.

“She’s probably reading about them; you know she loves that kind of stuff.” Jack nodded, tugging at one of his stretched earlobes.

“I still don’t understand her obsession with it, or how she can retain that much information. Your girlfriend is a strange one indeed. Match made in heaven if you ask me.” Neema punched him in the gut this time. Jack laughed again and she rolled her eyes, lightly smacking the back of his head.

“I’m gonna go find Lyriel,” she said, adjusting her backpack. “See you in class, dummy.” She walked away, rolling her eyes again as Jack made kissing noises. Dumbass, she thought. He’s our dumbass though.

Neema found Lyriel in the library, just like Jack had said. She was perched on top of one of the bookcases, leaning against the wall with her legs crossed in front of her. She had a book in her hands, the expression on her face serene. Her snowy wings were curled around her protectively, making her look even more delicate than she already did. Strawberry blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, bangs that were in need of a trim tangling between her eyelashes. Her golden eyes danced across the pages she was reading, pure joy in them. The sight of the girl took her breath away each time, and Neema felt her throat swell, her mouth going dry.

She was beautiful, the most beautiful person she’d ever seen. There’s no way someone like her could love someone like me. Neema let out a dejected sigh, all of her previous courage now escaping her. Lyriel looked up at the sound and smiled when she saw her, marking her page and closing the book.

“Neema,” she said cheerfully, jumping off of the bookcase. She glided down elegantly, looking even more stunning, and Neema could’ve sworn heart skipped a beat or two. “I didn’t think I’d see you until class.”

“I, uh, I was looking for you,” Neema said, smiling lopsidedly. “Jack sent me to get you. You know how you get when you get lost in a book.” Okay, that was a lie, but not a bad one. Lyriel tilted her head and smiled, a strange sparkle in her eye that made Neema’s stomach do flips.

“I’m not that bad.”

Neema laughed. “Remember that time you missed fifth period because you were in the library?” Lyriel’s pale cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she crossed her arms. Oh no, she’s even more adorable, Neema thought. She studied the girls face, from her almond shaped eyes to her lovely button nose that sat in the middle of her round cherub face, freckles spattered across her cheeks and nose. Her thin, pink lips were pursed in a cute, playful pout. Neema could’ve turned into a puddle right there.

“That was one time,” Lyriel said. “And I didn’t miss the entire period!” Neema giggled and shook her head.

“Only the first half hour,” she teased back. The other girl laughed softly, the sound reminding her of tinkling bells. She pulled Neema into a hug. “Thanks for coming to get me. I probably would have missed class.” Neema hugged back, drinking in the warmth and relishing the feeling of their bodies pressed together. They hugged for a while, more than people probably should, she realized, but she couldn’t imagine that there’d be anything to it other than friendship; no matter how much she wanted it to mean more. Neema wanted to kiss her, to tell her how much Lyriel really meant to her. The words were on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out in one big pile of nonsensical babble. Just as she was about to do so, someone entered the room.

“Ly,” a voice said. The two pulled away and turned to see Carlisle, the boy who’d asked Lyriel out the other day. Don’t call her that, Neema thought bitterly. Only Jack and I can call her that. A large smile spread across Lyriel’s face and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I was just coming to tell you that class was about to begin.”

“Thanks,” she said shyly. “Neema just told me.” He nodded, smiling kindly to Neema. She studied him, returning the smile politely. He was tall and had little muscle, mousy brown hair combed back nicely. His white eyes seemed to glow against his tan skin, a pair of wings ruffled nervously behind him. He had a charming smile and his aura wasn’t entirely unpleasant. If things were different, she might want to be his friend. Neema wanted to hate him, and in a way she did, but not in a way he deserved. Carlisle wasn’t a bad guy, really. He was in theater with Jack, and he said that Car was kind to everyone. She had also witnessed his kindness firsthand, and knew that he wasn’t a bad match for her friend. Lyriel walked over and hugged Carlisle; the girl had always been very touchy. Don’t hug him, please, she silently begged. Don’t like him, not in the way I like you. Please…

“Hey, we should head to class,” Lyriel said, walking back over. She took Neema’s hand and looked at her thoughtfully. “You okay, Neem?” Neema mustered up a smile, one she hadn’t been sure she could give at first.

“Yeah, let’s go to class,” she answered, hoping she came across as unbothered. Lyriel nodded and led her out of the library, her arm slipping around Carlisle’s. I’m always going to be the best friend, aren’t I? She couldn’t love me. Why would she? I’m nothing, and she’s everything. Neema felt the burn of tears and shook those thoughts away. No matter what, she’d always be there for Lyriel. If the only relationship she could have with her was friendship, then she’d take it and hold onto it for dear life.

There would be no confessing today.

[lovethisletters]

Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 

3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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3:04 am

Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.

[lamnwar]

I’ve requested this once somewhere else but like

I have a vague idea with Aomine, celebrating a calculus final, going to McWalmart. I recently journeyed to a Walmart with a McDonalds in it with my best friend and had literally the best time of my life. It’s like Disney world.

Anyways McWalmart might not exist in Japan but it does in my heart…..

At the McWalmart we got a free McChicken and McFlurry because the McManager was Mcflirting with my McFriend.

Hiiiii first let me say that I'm absolutely amazed by the concept of a McWalmart but that's also because I love supermarkets for some weird reason lmao also good for you and your friend for getting free food 😭 Because I didn't get to live the experience myself, I've been a bit evasive in this fic but I still hope you'll like it! Also you didn't specify the nature of your relationship so I went with bestfriend! Aomine, hope that's fine with you 💕

We're just hanging // Aomine Daiki x gn! Reader

Context: in which you and your bestie Daiki only want to forget about your exams.

Warnings: none! it's pure fluff, maybe slightly cheesy sometimes, so unless you are triggered and disgusted by the concept of friendship, there's literally nothing to warn y'all about 🥰

“You’re still here?”

You turn your head towards your friend, a tired smile on your face.

“Waiting for Daiki” you reply.

“Oh! Well, if we don’t meet again, have a nice summer!” she says as she waves you goodbye.

“Same to you!”

You sigh, resting your head against the wall as you look at your watch again. It’s been around ten minutes that you’ve left the classroom, having finished your test, and it’s been ten minutes that you’ve been waiting for your best friend to be done. He isn’t a dummy, but he did slack off most of the year, so he might be struggling a bit in there. You tried to sneak a peak minutes earlier, but the teacher shooed you off, fearing that you had intentions to help Daiki cheat. Obviously, that’s not what you wanted; you only wanted to take a look so you can assess how close he was to finishing.

When the classroom door opens dramatically and you hear a loud,

“Thank fucking God we’re done!”

You immediately stand straight, looking at the giant boy standing next to you.

“You’re not asking me how it was?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shake your head.

The last thing you want to have in your head right now is your calculus exam. You’re finally done with it, and all your exams as a matter of fact, so really your goal right now is to get rid of these months of accumulated stress.

“I get you” he smiles as you get out of the school’s gate, “wanna do something?”

You raise your shoulders. You couldn’t care less about what to do now, you just want to get as far away as possible from these buildings that you’ve seen way too often. In silence, the both of you walk aimlessly, simply appreciating the nice weather. Daiki’s eyes lay on you from time to time, a soft look on his face.

The two of you have known each other for years, basically growing up together. Naturally, people often wonder if you’re dating, and it’s not the case. Not that you would mind if it was the case, but you can’t say that your friendship isn’t satisfying enough. If there is someone you always want to hang out with, it’s Daiki, and it’s been like that from the day you’ve become friends. It started with him accidentally hitting you in the face with a ball when you were in primary school; you were crying in the principal office while a tiny, flustered Daiki tried to explain that he didn’t hit you on purpose, and he offered a whole pack of sweets as a token of his sincere apologies. The following days, you would come to become his best playmate, and yet another reason for him to rush out of classes to go on the court. Growing up, it just made sense that you’d grow closer to reach the current nature of your relation.

You sigh, as the sunrays kiss your cheeks. He raises an eyebrow at you, knowing that you’re about to speak.

“Wanna eat something?” you ask as you stretch your arms.

“Yeah, I’m famished.”

You laugh, earning a confused look from him.

“Famished? Since when you have that kind of vocabulary?” you tease him.

He grumbles, which makes you laugh more.

“I know words, y’know” he tries to defend himself.

You hum, not entirely believing him. As you keep walking, you look around for a descent place where you could both have a snack. You finally settle for the supermarket that’s only a couple of minutes away, too lazy to walk more than this. You enter the premises, automatically going to the fast-food outlet situated at the entry of the supermarket. Daiki and you pass your command, and you’re searching for your wallet at the bottom of your backpack, when you hear your friend tsk.

“My treat” he simply says.

“Such a gentleman!” you smile clapping your hands.

“Just say thank you like a normal person” he rolls his eyes.

You laugh, which makes him give you a soft hit on the top of your head. But before you can whine about it, he gently pats the same spot, leaving you a bit flustered. You see the smug look on his face – nothing makes that giant idiot happy like having you out of words. You’re generally the one teasing, and he’s the one struggling to find something to say; but from time to time, he manages to shut you down, and while you may not like it in the moment, you can’t help but let him have some wins.

Both of you sit down, you with your meal, and him with his pile of food. He’s a big boy, so he must eat twice what you eat. You take a bite, only realizing at this moment that you too were “famished”, to reprise the blue-haired boy’s word. You watch, amused, as he tackles his food, stuffing his mouth like a kid. He’s quite cute like that, you won’t deny it. Daiki is the kind of person that generally intimidates people with his appearance. It only makes sense given how tall he is, not to mention that he’s pretty muscular and always wear a frown on his face. But you’ve always known his other faces, the parts of him that make him appear sweet, soft, goofy or nice. Like right now, when you’re witnessing the expressions of a man who finally gets to appease his hunger.

“Want some fries?” He asks, mouth half-full.

You shake your head, keeping yourself from laughing knowing that he’ll think that you’re making fun of him again.

“Dude don’t speak with a mouth full!” you scold him.

“I do what I want” he keeps on talking/chewing.

You take a sip of your drink, pretending to be annoyed by is behaviour. In reality, he amuses you. There’s never a dull moment with him, the two of you always find a way to entertain yourselves no matter the context – as long as you are together. So, once you are done eating, you decide to walk around the supermarket; not that you have any errand to run, you just want to be with Daiki longer, doing absolutely nothing. And he obviously agrees, preferring to wander between the aisles with you rather than going home and be bored to death. You walk around, occasionally stopping to look at products that you have no intent of buying, taking bites from the samples station as if you haven’t eaten enough already, watching the tiny old ladies stopping your best friend every five minutes to ask him to pick something from the top shelves.

“Let’s play a game” you spurt, a mischievous grin on your lips.

“Sure, what?”

“Let’s guess what kind of life people are living based on what they’re buying.”

Daiki smiles, before discreetly pointing at the nearest customer’s basket. Shaving cream, some oranges, a loaf of bread, and pack of beer.

“Single man, who’s just recently started the gym.”

The tall boy hums at your guess, putting on his best thinking face.

“I’d say he got a cat, to impress girls because he knows girls love cat daddies.”

You nod in approval, before looking for your next subject. Couple of aisles away, you find a trolley with no owner, and you take all your time analysing its content.

“Family, I’d say five people. The parents don’t love each other anymore but they stay together for the kids. That’s why there’re so many bottles of cheap wine in there” says Daiki.

You look at him, entertained by the seriousness of his expression.

“My boy really went deep there” you comment “but I back you up – I’d even say the guy’s got a thing for his wife’s sister. But they try to look good for their relatives, hence the avocados.”

You laugh, before feeling someone’s gaze on you; and when you turn around, you are faced with the owner of the trolley. Before you get scolded, Daiki grabs your hand and you both run away, finding yourself in the outdoor section of the supermarket. Between the barbecue stuff and the gardening products, you find two outside chairs exposed, on which you sit to catch your breath. You inhale and exhale frenetically, trying to recover from that sudden race that had you cross the immense building from one side to the other. You look at your side. Daiki’s long body is lazily spread on the chair, his hands behind his head as he sends you side glances. He seems barely tired, but to be fair, he’s an athlete so naturally he is in better condition than you.

“Well, that was fun” you laugh softly, as you too take a more comfortable position on the chair.

You can feel the tag crumble under your body, but you couldn’t care less. Anyways, no one is around this section of the supermarket, which really creates a whole moment just for the two of you.

“We should do that again.”

“What? The hanging out at the supermarket part or the judging people part?” you question.

“Both, I’m having a blast right now” smiles the young man.

You nod, agreeing. It’s been more than an hour that you are here, and while this might be the most mundane place to be, you haven’t felt bored for a single second. Maybe it’s hanging out with Daiki, maybe there’s something special about this supermarket, but you feel just at ease, almost happy. Right now, there is not a single worry in your mind.

“Strap on then Daiki, because that’s not gonna be our last supermarket date” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“That’s not a date” he pouts.

“It is.”

“Shut up dummy, I wouldn’t date you in a million years.”

You smile, leaning to the side to be closer to your best friend.

“Love you too, Daiki” you chuckle.

You lean more to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and stand back to see the red colouring his face entirely. Yeah, today’s really a good day.