#also yes. Doing it outside s SOMETHIN THEY DO AS WELL

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 687/?? 👅 Late Snack Full on Pillowfort - Pt1 / Pt2 Bark like a God poses (riming not included)

[boothillssugarmomma]

Honka' Honka'

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: sweet AF Boothill, clingy Boothill, suggestive a bit, mentions of groping

HC: Boothill's the type a guy to grab your ass and go "honka' honka'"

🎀 authorsnote: I got this head cannon from @edens-sovereign and was given permission to use it!

please don't steal my work!

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It's a gorgeous night aboard The Astral Express...

March 7th is dancing in her room to random music videos she'll definitely pester you with tomorrow. You'll never admit it but secretly you love when she shows you them.

Dan Heng is locked in his room peacefully working on the archives as always. Listening to records on a cute record player you gave him.

Himeko and Welt are sipping on sleep tea in the parlor car as they chat quietly. Trying to fall asleep eventually.

The Trailblazer is in his room, the only one sleeping. Doors locked up and fan on. (YES I SLEEP WITH A FAN 😭)

...yet in your room? While you're TRYING your best to get some sleep...your boyfriend won't stop bugging you.

Boothill wouldn't stop moving and squirming tonight. Wrapping his arms around you, trying to lay on top of you, letting go and sprawling out on the bed taking up your space, hanging off the side of the bed, and to make matters worse...whining...

Finally he sits up and groans deeply.

"It's too fudgin hot!" He whines, pouting as he pokes at your side.

"Seriously?" You sigh as your eyes flutter open. Sitting up as well and glaring at him. "And what do you want me to do about it?" You rub at the space in between your eyebrows.

"...could I have a drink or somethin'...?" He shrugs.

"Right now? Are you kidding me?" You sigh and fold your arms at the cowboy. He scooches closer and wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

Boothill nods, still embracing you in his metals arms as tight as possible. You notice his expression being a bit flustered as he looks directly at you, slightly pouting again.

"Yeah, I've been thinkin' 'bout it for a bit now!" He whines in your ear as he tries to hold back his urge to move around more, but his metal twitches slightly from his legs and up to his arm

"And 's gettin' worse the more I look at ya...."

"Yeah...ok mister sweet talker... you're just trying to get me to get up and grab it for you..." You huff before looking away.

You can feel his eyes boreing into the back of your head and you bite your bottom lip. Letting out a defeated groan you turn your head back to him.

"Fine..." You sigh softly as you get out of bed and leave the room, turning down the hallway towards the Expresses kitchen to grab something for him.

As you go to the kitchen, Boothill immediately grabs your body pillow and hugs it close to his chest, wrapping not just his arms but also his legs around it.

He still couldn't contain his restless demeanor. If anyone were to see him like this, they would be pretty convinced the man was an overgrown child

He's waiting for you desperately, constantly rubbing the pillow in his embrace. It's as if the pillow was a surrogate for you, his thoughts fixated solely on you.

He waits patiently for a minute, then two, then three, then four, five, six, seven...where the hell were you?

As the minutes kept passing, so did his patience. And eventually his patience was reaching its breaking point.

He tried to distract himself by looking outside the window, watching the stars and the solar system.

But he couldn't fully divert his attention, his mind constantly wandering back to what the hell was taking you so long

Finally unable to hold back, his restlessness took him over. He leapt off the bed, pacing back and forth in your room like an abandoned puppy. His footsteps heavy and impatient.

"What oil do you like again?" You hum as you walk back in the room, holding a few oil cans.

Boothill's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you, and he couldn't help but rush towards you, his arms wrapping around you with a mix of excitement and desperation.

You tsk your tongue as you almost drop a can due to the impact. But stop as he buried his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin

"Any is fine at this point!" He said, his voice muffled. He pulled away slightly, looking at you with pleading eyes, a small pout on his lips. "Please sweetheart, just gimme the can..."

"Here, here hon..." You chuckle softly as you press a kiss to his jaw.

At the kiss on his jaw, a shiver ran down his spine, and a low groan escaped his lips. Boothill leaned into your touch, his breath slightly hitching as he felt your breath caress his skin. His hands tightened their hold on you, his thumb gently tracing circles on your waist

"Ah... I've missed you." He said, his voice a mixture of relief and longing as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. The tension in his body began to melt away, replaced with a sense of contentment and warmth.

"I was literally gone for a half hour..." You roll your eyes playfully as he sucks on the cans straw.

Boothill just shrugs at that, not paying attention anymore as he continues to lay his hand on your hip and drink his drink.

His eyes wander down as your head is pressed into his neck still. Peeking over your head and down to your waist he smirks at an evil idea.

As his hand moves down, a mischievous smile plays on his lips as he feels the soft curve of your ass. He gave it a gentle double squeeze, his metal fingers pressing into the flesh as he brought his mouth closer to your ear, his breath hot against your ear

"Honka' honka'..." Your boyfriend smirks deviously.

Your mouth drops open, obviously shocked at what he just did and said. "Boothill!"

"Can't help it darlin'...wanna feel how soft ya' are..." He whispered, his voice husky with desire before dropping it and humming. "Well...if I could."

"But still!" You smack his arm playfully and roll your eyes before nuzzling into his neck again.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your playful reaction. "What...just showin' my 'preciation!"

He tilted his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. His hand continued its exploration, gently running up and down your side, his touch both possessive and affectionate.

His mind was a mix of desire and love for you, if he had a heart it would definitely be thumping in his chest...

"Show your appreciation another time..." You mumble with a blush on your face. Trying to nuzzle deeper into his neck to hide your dusty red face.

Boothill took notice of your flushed face and chuckled, his eyes starting to gleaming with amusement.

"Heh, who knew ya' could be so shy?" He teased playfully, a knowing smirk on his lips. "But alright, I'll hold back...for now sweet pea~" He said, his voice filled with a hint of mock resignation as he held you closer.

"...are you done with your drink yet...it's so late..." Nudging your boyfriend with your finger, a small yawn slips out.

Seeing you yawn, Boothill smiled softly and shook his head. "Ah right, forgot that you need your beauty sleep..." He drawls, his hand gently caressing your cheek and then moving a lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering at your earlobe for a moment.

"You look perfect even when yur' tired..." He whispers, his voice filled with warmth and love. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before gently coaxing you back to the bed.

Walking over to the bed you flop down on it, cuddling up to your pillow and under your blanket.

Boothill watches you with a fond smile as you crawl back into bed, a sense of protectiveness washing over him.

He quickly joined you after he set his drink on the nightstand, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. His legs tangled with yours as he sought to be as close to you as possible.

He rests his chin on top of your head, his machinery whirring steady and soothing against your back.

He lets out a content sigh, his fingers gently massaging your scalp, the touch light and intimate with a hint of cold. He felt like he was finally at peace...

"I love you honey..." You whisper sleepily, drooling a bit on his chest.

Boothill swears if he had a heart it would swell with the words you say. His expression softens even more if that's possible as he holds you tighter. "I love you too" He whispers softly, the sincerity in his voice is soothing to you.

He gently presses a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers still gently stroking your hair. The moonlight streams in through the window, casting a warm glow on your intertwined bodies.

Closing his eyes, he lets the peacefulness of the moment wash over him as he holds you close, content in the embrace of your love...

Even if he can't exactly feel you...he knows deep down if doesn't matter...your love does.

🎀End🎀

[lowkeyremi]

A drabble based off Samu's part of this post cuz I miss little haruki

summary: haruki has to hang out with his uncle 'tsumu while his parents are at the hospital

Atsumu and Haruki have been staring each other down since Osamu dropped him off ten minutes ago. Haruki has seen his uncle 'Tsumu many times before, even on TV, but never has his uncle babysat him.

"So kid... what do ya wanna do?" Usually when Atsumu's with his nephew it's under the supervision of you or Osamu. Being completely alone with him is new to both of them.

"Um. I don't know, do ya have any toys?" Your carbon copy asks.

"Nah, I don't play with toys, I'ma grown man." He explains to his nephew. The small child doesn't like that response, "When I'm a grown up I'm gonna play with toys!"

Atsumu ultimately forgets that Haruki is a little boy with childish ideas, so he chuckles at his statement.

"No ya won't, kid."

"Yes I will!"

"No ya won't."

"Yes I wi-"

"Hey! How 'bout we play some volleyball, huh?" The blond athlete realizes there is absolutely no point in fighting with a six year old.

"I hate volleyball, it's boring." A loud gasp escapes Atsumu's lips and he feels like he's been shot right in the chest.

"Yer lying, right? Haha that was pretty funny, made me laugh." He refuses to believe that any nephew or niece of his would hate volleyball. He has to be joking...

"'m serious! Papa took me to a volleyball camp last year 'n I hated it! Everyone was so mean to me 'n they kept telling me I couldn't hold the ball for myself." Well, there's the problem. As a six year old everything is about you, you, you. So, Atsumu assumes Haruki didn't like it because he wasn't the center of attention.

"Let me tell ya a lil' something. I'm gonna go get a volleyball and I'll tell ya this story while we're outside." Haruki's obviously skeptical of what his uncle plans on doing but he'll go along with it for right now.

The little boy sets his Sonic themed backpack down by the front door, when he makes sure all his toys are secure in his bag, he slowly stomps his way to the sliding glass doors that lead to his uncle's backyard.

There's a net that's way too big for Haruki to hit anything over it outside, which immediately discourages him. Atsumu soon returns with a volleyball in his hands, Haruki would assume with all that money his uncle makes he'd have a nicer looking volleyball, but the one he's holding is all beat up and dirty.

"Are ya too poor to get a better ball?" Atsumu doesn't even take it to offense because he knows Haruki is genuinely curious and not trying to be rude.

"Nah, this ball is older than ya are. 's the ball me n yer papa used to use when we were first startin' out." That seems to ignite a new interest in the little boy, well, if his excited gasps were anything to go by.

"I'ma give it to ya so ya'll have somethin' to use when you play." This isn't enough to convince Haruki to play volleyball but Atsumu's not done just yet. He still has to tell him the story, but first they have to set up the small net, so Haruki can hit over it.

Atsumu opens up his shed to find the little beat up box that contained he and Osamu's old volleyball net from their elementary school days.

"Woah! That net is the perfect size for me!" His nephew screeches in excitement.

"Yeah 's also older than ya." The two set up the net and Atsumu teaches Haruki the form to receive. He tosses the small boy a few so he can get used to receiving.

"Okay, so, I wanted to tell ya that, volleyball ain't all about you, but at the same time it is," Haruki doesn't say anything in return. No little kid wants to hear that everything isn't about them.

"I had trouble understandin' that m'self when I was growin' up. I thought- nah I knew I was the shit so I acted prideful 'bout it." His nephew gasps at him saying a bad word, but he doesn't interrupt his story.

"'n I really don't care who likes me and who doesn't. I was like that back then too, so I never really had anyone besides 'Samu to play with. Which was fine when we were young, but in a real game, ya need six people." Haruki nods his head to let his uncle know he's listening.

"I had to realize that volleyball was a team effort 'n I couldn't play the whole game, m'self," He pauses for a second to bump the ball back the Haruki.

"That was also when I started to realize, it really was all about me, 'cause if yer a good setter all yer hitters gotta rely on ya. They need ya to set to 'em." Haruki pauses for a second.

"What if I don't wanna set? I wanna be a hitter like papa was." Atsumu smiles at him.

"It applies to hitters too, if yer a good hitter then yer setter will most likely set to ya the most often, 'cause ya can score." Haruki's eyes light up with a new sense of hope.

"Will you teach me more about volleyball, Uncle 'Tsumu?" Atsumu's earlier dread has completely left his body, his nephew didn't hate volleyball, he hated not being the center of attention, just like Atsumu did.

The two go back into the house when the sun is almost down. Haruki had learned so much from his uncle, and he was excited to show all of it to you and Osamu.

Atsumu goes to call his brother to realize that he had missed 4 calls from him and a few texts with pictures attached.

"Haruki! Hurry up 'n get in here! Yer sister is born!!" Haruki comes running in with his new (old) volleyball.

"Lemme see her!!!" He tries to grab his uncle's phone.

"Be patient, ya little gremlin." Atsumu pulls up the picture and hands his phone to tiny, grubby hands. You look very tired, but a small smile graces your face and you're holding a tiny little bundle in your arms. The next couple of pictures are Osamu holding his daughter too.

"Ew, why is she so wrinkly?" Atsumu tries and fails to hold in a chuckle. His nephew's face is all scrunched up and disgusted.

"'s 'cause she was just born. She's been swimming 'round in yer ma's belly for the past nine months. Kinda like how ya stay in the bath for too long and yer fingers start to get wrinkly." Atsumu explains, Haruki's not convinced, at all.

"Ya looked the same way when ya were born." Haruki shakes his head so fast Atsumu wouldn't be surprised if his head popped off.

"Nuh-uh. I was never wrinkly!" Atsumu is quick to go through his albums to find the one of Haruki's birth.

"Yea ya did, look." Haruki takes a good look at the picture before jumping up in surprise.

"EWWW I WAS WRINKLY!!!!" He starts running around like a crazy animal on the loose, screams leaving his lips.

Atsumu snorts, "We were all wrinkly babies at one point." The setter also learns how rewarding being an uncle is.

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[amyispxnk]

Sometimes, home is a person.

Summary: Joel loves music and so do you, and he finds the perfect thing for it on patrol

A/N: I wanna dance with Joel AGHHH GOD. Also I'm putting the song I'd put in my apocalypse record player here. Which would you pick??

Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, language, a vague suicide mention, established relationship

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

"Joel! Get your ass over here!" Tommy's voice echoed throughout the large house they'd just cleared out, nearing the end of their patrol for the day.

The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he trudged up them, turning the corner and walking into the room Tommy was stood in, hands outstretched in front of him as he looked at Joel, before gesturing to the space in front of him. "Look!" He said expectantly as Joel turned and let his eyes rove over the items before him.

A blue record player, weathered with age and apocalypse, with a case of records on the floor beside it. There were also posters from some musical bands which were a little damaged too, but a few were still recognisable.

"Well, shit." Joel chuckled, fingertips lightly brushing against the case of the record player as he turned back to face Tommy. "You takin' any of this or 's it a gift for me?"

"All for you, brother. Meet me outside in 10, yeah?"

Joel nodded before turning back around and checking the record player for damage, deciding it would probably still work and moving onto the records. He picked out a few he liked and some more he knew you'd like too, putting them in his pack and finally looking to the posters. He swiftly pocketed the Pearl Jam one and looked for some more, finally ending up with Tommy a little more than 10 minutes later.

"You sure took your time." He had teased as Joel walked out, pack close to bursting by now with all the shit he was trying to bring back. He didn't really get excited over stuff anymore, but he hadn't come across a single record player in.. ever, so it was a pretty big thing for him. Not only that, but you loved music just as much as he did, and he knew you'd be over the moon when he brought everything back.

"Had to make sure I wasn't leavin' anythin' good behind." Joel explained as he mounted his horse, the pair kicking off and starting the journey back to Jackson.

You watched the swirls of stock and water blend together in the pot as you cooked dinner when the telltale sound of heavy footsteps plodding up the porch and the key turning in the lock graced your ears.

"'m home!" Joel called as you turned the heat down on the stove and walked over to the entryway.

"Hey." You smiled, going over to him and giving him a small kiss. "How was patrol?"

"Was good, nothin' special really." He replied, wanting to keep the record player a secret so he could surprise you later.

"No infected?" You asked as you reached to help get his jacket off, before reaching for his pack too. He quickly stopped you from taking it with his hand, causing you to look at him confusedly.

"What? You hidin' something from me?" You questioned with a little smile, before retreating and hanging his jacket up.

"Not hidin' anythin'." He told you in a gruff voice as he took off his boots and followed you into the kitchen.

You gave him an 'ookay then' look, and he knew you'd seen straight through him, but you chose to just let it go. "Dinner'll be ready in a bit, then. You should go shower, you're all stinky." You teased as you wrinkled your nose slightly, making him let out a low chuckle as he walked upstairs.

"Yes ma'am."

That evening, the two of you ate and after you both finished, you were resting on the couch when Joel gently took the book you were reading from your hands.

"Wanted t'show you somethin'." He said, trying to suppress the smile that wanted to etch itself onto his face but ultimately failing.

"I knew you were hiding something!" You immediately responded with a grin as you sat up off the couch and looked at him expectedly.

"Yeah, ya always gotta be right, don't cha?" He smirked as he stood up and reached down into the pack.

"Now close your eyes." He told you, making you let out a small laugh as you did.

"Okay this better be the coolest thing ever Joel, you're really making it seem that way." You said as he stood in front of you.

"It is. Open your eyes."

You did, and when you saw the record player in his hands, you let out a little gasp and looked from him to the record player and back to him again.

"Is this.." you began, before reaching for the little clasp on it and popping it open.

He watched your eyes sparkle like they'd never done before as his heart positively melted.

"Yeah, found it on patrol." He explained as he put the record player on a table then took your hand and pulled you up from the couch.

"Y'gonna keep gawkin' at it or you wanna dance with me?" He smirked as you looked back at him and smiled.

"Yeah- Let's dance."

He put a record on that he knew you'd love and put his hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer as your hands joined behind his neck and the two of you danced slowly, swaying to the music. You looked up at his face and let your left hand trail across his jaw, cupping it as your thumb raked over the coarse stubble that littered along the bottom of his face. Your gaze shifted to his eyes, a deep warm brown which stared back at you with such love that was only reserved for a select few people in Joel's life. His face, scarred from the many battles he'd fought - physical and mental - and from age. A face which you adored regardless of any 'imperfection'. A particular scar on his temple came into view and you lingered on it for a minute. If he had been successful that day, you wouldn't be here, alive even, let alone living the best life you reckoned you could in the apocalyptic world with the man you loved. You shook the thought away and let your eyes finally fall on his lips. Slightly chapped, pink and pouty, just begging to be kissed.

Of course, you oblige as you lean in and press your lips to his, the song coming to a slow end even though you didn't notice since you were so lost in thought, in admiration for the man you were so blessed to call yours. You poured everything into the kiss, wanting to emphasise just how much you loved him without even needing words. He needed to know it, and you'd come to realise that, so you showed him as much as you could every single day.

Thank you SM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open 💞

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature. 

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be. 

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up. 

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me. 

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling. 

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history. 

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning. 

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait 

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you 

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher 

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck. 

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion. 

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from  under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile. 

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him. 

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway. 

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. 

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.” 

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it. 

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him. 

“I just like you,” I said shyly. 

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands. 

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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M/N : I can't believe we finally get to see our son's girlfriends!

F/N : Hahaha! I know you are excited dear and honestly so am I our son is growing up

KNOCK KNOCK

M/N : Oh it must be them!

[Meanwhile outside]

M!Reader : Remember guys I'm going in first so I can clarify them to not faint when they see you guys

Beidou : Oh come on! They would love us!

Ningguang : What Y/N saying is true beidou we don't wanna see them having a panic attack do we?

Beidou : T-true that

[Holds the door knob]

M!Reader : Ok...I can do this

Ningguang : Good luck my love

[kiss his cheek]

Beidou : Remember if anything goes wrong go outside to us ok?

[Kiss his cheek also]

Beidou : Good luck my seashell

M!Reader : Thank's guys ♥️

[Y/N Took a Deep breath]

M!Reader : Let's do this...

[Y/N enters the house]

M!Reader : Mom! Dad!

M/N : Y/N! It's so nice to meet you again sweetheart! Kisses his cheek repeatedly

M!Reader : Mooooooooom

F/N : Hahaha! You know how you're mother is

M!Reader : Dad!

F/N : Hey champ!

M!Reader : I miss you guys so much!

M/N : we miss you so much too sweetheart! Now where are those girlfriends of yours? I made cookies!

M!Reader : T-thanks mom, they're still outside

F/N : Well what are you waiting for? A kiss on the cheek? let them in I wanna meet your girlfriends

M!Reader : Before I do that... I-I want to tell you guys something

F/N & M/N : ???

M!Reader : .....Please don't faint when you guys meet them

F/N : Woah woah woah calm down there you dating some hilichurls or somethin? hahahaha!

M/N : F/N!

F/N : S-sorry dear

M/N : Why would we faint? Seeing two girls dating our son? PFFTT- please I'm not as weak as your father every time he sees me wearing my good dress

F/N : Hey!

M!Reader : Ok... I trust you two GUYS! You can come in now

[Beidou and Ningguang enter]

Ningguang : it's a pleasure meeting the parents of our lovely Y/N

Beidou : it really is!

[Holds Y/N's hand and kiss his forehead]

Beidou : you two raised me and Ning's Prince very well~

M!Reader : [Stuttering] B-beidou stop your making me flustered

Beidou : that's the plan~

M!Reader : 0/////0

M!Reader : I-i can E-explain?

.......

M/N : .......THE TIANQUAN OF THE LIYUE QIXING?!

F/N : ........THE UNCROWNED LORD OF THE SEA?!

M!Reader explains to F/N and M/N (who almost fainted) how He met ningguang & Beidou and How the three decided to become a three way loving relationship

F/N : I can't believe it... Our son dating THE beidou and THE ningguang

M!Reader : A-are you guys disappointed?

F/N & M/N : Disappointed?!

M/N : This is such an amazing news! my son dating the most independent and the most trust worthy women's!

F/N : I can tell our Y/N is in great hands now!

Beidou & ningguang : he is!/he certainly is

After that All of them started to chat,Eat and even baked cookies together

M!Reader : You two can wait for me in the car I have something to do first

Beidou/Ningguang : Sure thing sweetie/Take your time love

Y/N hugs M/N and F/N

M!Reader : I promise I'll visit you guys more often!

F/N : You better this man couldn't handle your mom alone y'know

M/N : Hey! Sighs me and your dad are so happy that we don't need to be worried about you anymore cause we now know that our Y/N are in good hands now

Beidou : trust me he is!

Ningguang : Beidou roll down the car window you almost ruin a family moment

Beidou : O-oh right S-sorry Y/N

M!Reader : Chuckles it's okay beidou!

.....

M!Reader : Bye mom! Bye dad!

F/N & M/N : Bye Y/N!

[Meanwhile inside the house]

F/N : Wow... Our son dating those two who would've guessed

M/N : His a lady killer reminds me of you in highschool

F/N : Hahaha! Yeah but in the end I chose the best one to end up with

M/N : Oh you!

[Meanwhile with them]

Beidou : Ha! Told you they would love us

Ningguang : sighs yes Beidou you were right

[M!Reader Chuckles at their conversation]

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [01]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Aah? Why me?

Yui: ( Uu, his glare gives me cold shivers...But this guy, for some reasonーー )

You seemed like a nice person so...

Subaru: Hah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Fuck off... Besides, I don’t wanna have to bother watchin’ over you!

Yui: B-But we agreed that I would choose one person...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

...Fine, I just gotta do it, right!? But don’t cause trouble for me, ‘kay?

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you very much.

( He actually accepted it. Sure, he might seem scary on the outside, but strangely enough, he strikes me as a kind person. )

( I’m not sure why I feel that way though... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Nn...Where am I...?

( Ah...Right. The manor’s dungeon...I must have fallen asleep. )

Monologue

After waking up at the Church,

I was taken to the Violet Manor.

Once locked away in the dungeon,

they told me to choose someone to watch over me, so I picked Subaru-san.

While he may seem scary at first glance,

I feel as if he has a gentle side to him as well.

With that in mind,

I asked him to be in charge of supervising me, butーー

Subaru: What? You’re awake?

Yui: ...! Yes, I woke up.

( I wonder if he kept an eye on me the whole time while I was asleep as well? I didn’t notice at all. )

( Also, is he upset or something? He seems to be in a really foul mood. )

( At first he struck me as a kind guy for some reason, but perhaps that was a misunderstanding on my part...? )

Subaru: What’s your problem? You’re so annoyin’. Don’t just watch me in silence. If you’ve got somethin’ to say, spit it out!

Yui: W-Well...My bad.

( He said I should say what’s on my mind so...I guess I’ll ask? )

Uhm, how long will I have to stay in this cell?

Subaru: Like I know. That’s up to Carla to decide.

Yui: ( In other words, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get out? )

Excuse me! Can’t you ask him to let me out?

Subaru: Are you dumb? Hell no.

Sure, you might be the ‘legendary Eve’ who is necessary for someone to become the next Supreme Overlord, but I bet you think you’re oh-so special, don’t you?

That arrogance of yours pisses me the hell off.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( I guess it’s no use after all...Seems like I only made him even more mad. )

Subaru: Che. Thanks for ruinin’ my mood even more.

I want to just isolate myself in my room, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I’m here havin’ to look after some chick instead.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Subaru: Aah!? Too fuckin’ late to apologize now!

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: The way you flinch like that pisses me off too. You’re the one who chose me for this job, remember? 

Are you havin’ regrets now or somethin’!?

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!?

( H-He dented the iron bars with his foot...I was wrong to think he’s a nice guy. He’s incredibly rough around the edges...! )

Subaru: Fuck! This anger has made me thirsty...

...Oi, come here for a sec.

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Hurry up. Walk up to the bars.

Yui: Ah, s-sure...

( Who knows what he’ll do if I refuse....I have no other choice but to obey. )

ー Yui approaches the iron bars

Yui: I-Is this okay?

Subaru: ...You actually came? What a dumb woman you are.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Everyone at this manor is a Vampire. Myself included.

Yui: Y-Yes...

( I wonder what he means with that? )

Subaru: I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t get it at all. ...It’s that ignorance which will come biting you in the ass. Like this!

*Clang*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go, please! What on earth are you...!?

Subaru: I’m tryin’ to teach you that you don’t understand your own position. From a Vampire’s point of view, humans are our food.

Maybe you were hopin’ to get treated like some damn Princess ‘cause you’re the legendary Eve but...

I’ll remind you that as long as you’re down here, you’re nothin’ but mere prey.

Yui: N-No way!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, I’ll suck from your shoulder. It might hurt if you don’t keep still. Nn...Nnh...

ー Subaru bites her

Yui: ...Ah.

( He’s sucking my blood...His fangs are sinking into my shoulder...! )

( Is this what he meant by ‘prey’? Am I going to spend the rest of my days locked up down here as these people feed off my blood? )

( No, I don’t want that...! )

Stop! Let me go, please!

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Oi, don’t thrash ‘bout! Didn’t I tell you to keep still!?

Anyway, the fuck’s up with this blood...? It’s way more sweet than I thought.

Damnit, I just wanted to scare you a lil’ by bitin’ you but I can’t stop...! ...Nn...

Yui: ...Kuh...

( These fangs...This pain...For some reason, it feels nostalgic to me. Do I know this sensation...? )

( Why? How...? )

Subaru: Nn...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: Aah...!

ー Yui starts growing dizzy

Yui: ( The place where he bit is burning...The heat’s rising to my head andーー )

ー She experiences flashbacks of her past memories

Yui: Wha...?

( What...? Where is...that place I saw just now? )

ー Yui has another flashback

Yui: ( Uu...! ...What are these images...? )

( I know...this house. It’s a very nostalgic place but... )

( Uu, kuh...It’s like something is stirring up my mind... )

*Riiiing*

Yui: Ah...Aah...

...I...I...

Subaru: Haah...What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter?

Yui: That place...

It is the home, we must return to...

Subaru: ...Haah?

ー Yui regains her memories

Yui: Aah...! Aaaaaaah!!!

*WOOSH*

ー The screen temporarily fades to white

Yui: ( A bunch of different images and information...are swirling inside my head at once... )

( Right...I am, we areーー )

Uu...Kuh...

Subaru: Oi!? What has gotten into you all of a sudden!? Whatcha screamin’ for!?

Yui: ...No, I am not the legendary Eve.

I’m...Yui...

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( Right...I remembered everything. )

( I moved into the Sakamaki manor and met Subaru-kunーー Then we eventually started dating. )

( I could have sworn I was there before I suddenly awoke at the Church. Where is this place? )

( Why did I...forget who I am? )

( It’s not just me either. Everyone is acting strange. )

Subaru: What’s with that dumb look on your face...? Did you lose your mind ‘cause I sucked a bit of your blood?

Yui: No, I haven’t. I remembered everything, that’s all...

How could I forget about something so important...?

Hey, Subaru-kun! What is going on? Where are we!?

Subaru: Haah? 

Yui: Why are Carla-san and the others at the same manor...? Do the Tsukinami brothers own these lands?

Subaru: Oh shut up...What nonsense do you keep spoutin’?

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Did you forget overnight? Carla is my older brother. Why would it be strange for him to live here?

Yui: No way...

( Carla-san is his older brother? There’s just no... )

( But they did introduce themselves like that yesterday. What is going on? )

R-Right. Where is Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun...You remember your own brothers, don’t you?

Subaru: My brothers? Those dudes from the Orange House?

Hah! The fuck are you sayin’? They’re the enemy!

Yui: No way...

*Thud* 

Yui: T-Then, what about me!? Do you know who I am!?

Subaru: You’re Eve, right? The woman needed to become the Supreme Overlord of this place. I haven’t forgotten that.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant...

( We’re a couple, Subaru-kun. ...Sakamaki Subaru-kun. )

Selection

→ Tell him that you are dating (♡)

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll remember if I tell him the truth...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. We’re dating, you know.

Subaru: ...Haah? You’ve been spoutin’ nothin’ but bullcrap this one time, but that one beats all.

Are you sayin’ that sorta stuff ‘cause you wanna get outta here and regain your freedom?

I won’t let you out of your cell, even if you keep on talkin’ out of your ass.

In the end, you’ll just get chased ‘round by those other guys if you make it out of here.

Then I’d argue that you’re still better off down here.

→ Tell him that you know each other (🖤)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun sees me as a stranger...? )

( His memories are jumbled up after all... )

( Even if he can’t recall that we’re lovers, I wish he would remember me somewhere deep downーー ) 

Subaru-kun. We didn’t meet for the first time yesterday.

We’ve known each other...for a very long time.

Subaru: Che...Why are you makin’ all of this crap up?

I met you for the first time yesterday. Now cut the crap or you’ll be in for a world of pain.

Yui: ( I guess he won’t believe me after all... )

Subaru: ...Do you want to get outta here so badly?

Even if you somehow were to escape this manor, you’ll just be caught by one of the other guys. You really are an idiot.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun wouldn’t joke around about something like this... )

( He truly does not does doubt the fact that he is Subaru from the Violet Manor. )

( Could it be that his memories have been altered, just like mine were up till now? And those of the others’ too. )

( I wonder what we’ve gotten ourselves caught up in...? )

Subaru: ...Why do you look mortified?

Aah, I guess it makes sense to be in shock after havin’ your blood sucked for the first time ever. You’ve only got your own carelessness to blame though.

Yui: ( No, that wasn’t the first time. He’s drank my blood so many times. )

( But right now, I’m mere food in this eyes, not his girlfriend or anything even remotely close to that... )

( Almost as if we’re back to square one...That just can’t be. )

Subaru: Oi, don’t be tearin’ up now. The other guys will get the wrong idea.

*Thud*

ー Kou approaches them

Kou: Hey there~! Getting along just fine? You guysー ...Wait. Woah, what’s with the heavy atmosphere?

Azusa: Eve...Looks as if she’s about to cry. Did something...happen?

Yui: ( Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... )

Kou: Ah! You were picking on her, weren’t you!?

Azusa: You mustn’t...Subaru. You have to take good care of Eve...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ assumptions! I’m not a lil’ kid!

Anyway, why are you guys here? 

Kou: Ah, right! Carla-kun’s asking for you. There’s something he wants to talk about, apparently.

Subaru: Carla does?

Azusa: Yes...That’s why we’ve come to get the two of you...

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: ...She’s coming as well?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s glaring at me. I guess he’s suspicious of me after I said all those strange things... )

Subaru: I don’t mind lettin’ her out of her cell, but don’t blame me when she makes a run for it!

She’s willing to go as far as to lie just to escape this place after all.

Yui: ( I never lied though... )

Azusa: Don’t worry...We’ll help out as well, so let’s go while keeping a close eye on her, so she doesn’t escape... 

Subaru: Lock her up, then let her out. Stop changin’ your damn mind every five seconds.

Kou: Go complain to Carla-kun about that. It’s not our fault.

Azusa: ...Carla is the eldest son of the Violet House, so we only do as he says...

Yui: ( Kou-kun and Azusa-kun don’t seem doubtful of the current family make-up either... )

( Even though Carla-san is a Founder, so there’s no way he’d be related to Vampires. )

( I wonder how this happened...? )

Subaru: ...God, what a drag. Oi, Eve! Get outta your cell. Don’t cause me trouble, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Does the problem lie with everyone else? Or maybe I’m the issue...? I don’t know, Subaru-kun! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[plushie-sentai]

Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop ! Tysm!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! Not a lot atm but I used to write a lot on wattpad as well 😅

2. What is your AO3 word count?

11,227 words :P

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tokusatsu! Namely Kamen Rider Build and King Ohger atm, but I also have a planned Ex-Aid fic (and some old my little pony fics I may move over from wattpad lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos?

Since I only have five, my top three are

Getting to Know the Boogeyman

Of Courtship & Coccinelles and

Red Looks Good on You

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Sento’s Wandering Mind, the whole thing is a vent piece and I heavily relate to Sento so it’s more of personal processing than anything lmao

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Of Courtship & Coccinelles! I write most stuff with fluffy endings but that one definitively ends on a bright note

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I’ve written two smut pieces so far, which is a huge step for me personally for many reasons, but they’re both best match fics :3 one angst, one fun and sexy. Honestly I draw more of it than I write it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? I hate the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I’m not much for writing crossovers BUT the exaid fic I’ve had in the works for a while technically is one bc it’s hatsune Miku as a bugster lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no but would be neat :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not on AO3 but I love bouncing ideas off of people and also working on characters together, esp mine and @chilipepperconverse ‘s KR OCs :3 actually I used to co-write with friends all the time in middle school when we wrote together.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bonkers ass question but rn my answer would probably be Bravesnipe?? But I feel like there’s definitely ones I’m crazier abt out there. Maybe sonotaro…

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unfortunately probably the Miku exaid fic ;-; the concept is fun and cute but with some stuff I get an outline or somethin cookin and then it never sees the light of day again

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at detailed descriptions and visuals. I’m much more an artist than a writer, so I’ve spoken before about how I view my stories like written descriptions of story boards, and I absolutely love to try and paint a picture with my words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In my actual writing I’m unsure and would love to hear any feedback, but for me it’s actually just GETTINg myself to write. It takes a lot of mental energy to start the task and I can never really make myself do it, it’s only when I’m in a rare and intense mood for writing somethin that I’ve got a REALLY solid idea on. That’s mostly why I’ve got so few fics. I have more ideas, but it’s difficult to get myself to a point with any of them where I’ll actually write any of it out lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Personally I think it’s neat when other people do it, but unless it’s French I probably never will. Even then I’d be so nervous about getting it wrong I’d probably find some kinda work around

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it’s King Ohger, but in reality…. Oh boy. Warriors fanfic abt my sonas when I was like 10? Outside of OCs my first canon-aligned fanfic was probably one of the my little pony ones on wattpad. I did mostly original character stuff when I wrote frequently as a tween so I guess I didn’t start with fanfic until like a year or two ago.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I only have a few so I’m proud of them all for different reasons, but I think Sento’s Wandering Mind is one that I’m particularly fond of even tho it didn’t do as well as the others. It’s conceptually something I’ve been trying to put into words for a long time, and it was my first foray into writing anything REMOTELY sexual, which was a huge jump for me that I’m very proud of as a person who previously struggled a lot more with “catholic shame” if I had to put a word to it. It’s kinda a heavy read and isn’t perfect, but the fact that it’s out in the world is important to me and I’m happy with it. Hope you all enjoy!!

Tagging @chilipepperconverse and @cantarella-rose and anyone else who’d like to participate! :3

[goldenimpact]

hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO  FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into  a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT  MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI  SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING  DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO  IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[thedistortedfroggit]

Local Creatives Dumps Cringe Ideas Cuz He Got Inspo From Maru Togami

you've read that title right folks!

Tonight is no night for a crisis of- Well, technically tonight is a night of 'what if's considering this is a thing im going to do

But it isn't just about just ideas off somethin- well technically it is, considering I got this idea while watching an 'If I met MHA' gacha video by Maru Togami (I love their work go check em out)

BUT ANYWAY-

oh s- I just said the topic of this without the dramatics. Oh well.

Indeed! I am a gacha fan-ish, since I kinda fell out but came back just not as obsessed ig. though thats probably not a surprise if you've read any of my previous rants

'If I met MHA' by Maru Togami revolves around the gacha trend of MHA characters teleporting to the creator's house and staying for an unspecified amount of time while dealing with the crisis of not being real. and I personally LOVE that idea.

maybe I'll edit this and add onto it if I ever get more ideas for this kind of stuff. Maybe if I get enough ideas I'll actually get around to making one.

anyway— Lets start with what I like to call 'changing what makes things easy to be creative'

for this particular one, I'm going to focus on the 'house empty, all free time' aspect most of the videos on this trend have

-- ON ANOTHER NOTE; since im currently writing this while watching the 2nd part of their series

can I just say, I LOVE what they did with Shigiraki's lil existential crisis? just the weight of realizing that everything you've done was all just following a script and you have no actual control. also fallen down? mm, amazing song choice for that moment--and I swear I got whiplash from how the mood did a whole 180 after it was over

another another note; UGHFJCDJ maybe its just cuz manipulative protags are smth I just adore cuz it brings so much potential to the table-- but I love how shigiraki is basically just reduced to a moody dog on a leash after it (also love how deku is just crying in the bg and nobody comments on it xD)

can you tell im a sadist?

ooHHH--I actually like that its totally in Midoriya's character to not become like shigiraki cuz of his drive. I kinda like that since deku being kinda lifeless dog on leash is kinda common

Not to say I wouldn't squeal in joy the moment if it happens, again, sadist.

...oof wait- Is it bad that I actually forgot about Eri?

uHHH- Lets just say that im a chaos gremlin and I don't want to tamper with the child sooooo...child child be safe but I need sustenance <3

--

Back on topic! 'house empty, all free time' Wouldn't it be interesting to have this rule completely thrown out the window?

Like, the creator lives with their family that is almost always at home and school is still a thing. Ofc you'd actually need times where the house is empty so the MHA characters actually get spotlight. Maybe when the family is off on a mall trip? Maybe visiting other family for a few hours?

Its kinda funny to imagine a small group of MHA characters scrambling to hide while the family is around.

What else? What else?

'segregation/immediate trust' This goes for both the creator and between the characters themselves

Theres some of the trend where the MHA crew is chosen out of favorite characters by the creator (I'll be honest, if I were ever to make one of these, I'd use characters that would stir up the most drama--like kurogiri and aizawa for example)

Although probably annoying since If I ever saw it done incorrectly. it'd probably just make me go "get on with it you bafoon, hurry up"

But I'd still like to see what would happen if the MHA crew were a bit sceptical of each other and this random quirkless kid who appearently owns this house they're in and wont let them go outside

Speaking of going outside! 'most, if not all action, stays inside the house'

I vote on letting the MHA crew out the house! Do I know its a bad idea, since weebs were everywhere? Yes. Do I care? No. Because drama and trauma (ooh that rhymed) is my bread and butter

(for the record, I know there are some series of this trend actually has the MHA crew going out the house--but I'll still talk about this)

Since pretty much all MHA characters except Aizawa and Izuku would be ok with basically quirklessness (assuming that their quirks arent working in whatever pseudo-world the Creator decided to plop the real world in)

Actually! Forget the parentisisisisisis (im giving up on spelling) I got the idea of real-but-not-actually-real world from a line in Maru Togami's video that I.....

....tttttotally forgot what it was exactly, but what I remember was that it mentioned the creator's teleporting powers and something about this..uh- reality? series? idk something along that line

It just the idea of it really interests me What if the creator knew about the pseudo-world they're in? What if they didn't? Could the creator also be given an existential crisis with the MHA crew? Who would even present that idea to the creator? The editor?

ok following that line of thought, I had a lil vision where the creator talks to the editor, again, inspired by the little scene at the end of part 1 where the creator just stresses out over things and talked about having to edit the video

So, back to the vision: In it, the creator 'talked' with the editor. But they weren't really talking?

Think of the 4th wall as one sided glass, and the creator KNOWS it's one-sided glass..but they can't really do anything about it other than acknowledge it exists since they can't see behind it. But the editor is on the OTHER SIDE of the glass, so the editor could see everything and do what they want.

With that 'imagine this' outta the way, lets continue! The creator 'talks' and 'replies' but its more like how someone would reply to a conversation they're not really listening to yk, with 'yeah..' and 'totally' and 'I agree' and 'mmm.'

Well, thats basically what the creator is saying While the editor is just getting fed up with the Creator responding wrong--like, 'so who are you planning to traumatize today?' 'I agree'

mmrh, don't look at me- I said I had a vision, didn't say it was a good one.

anyway, where was I going with this? UhHHh. I think I already made my point...probably? I dont wanna go back and reread..so, MOVING ON!

Lets move onto another point well..

I'll be honest, its not really a point More a question, since im getting tired and its been like..idk a night or two?

Would the MHA crew be allowed to use their phones? I've seen alot(not really, but lets ignore that) of the trend make the catalyst of not causing havoc the idea of being able to gain insight about the future since its an anime and manga after all..

But, if ever they still had access to their phones and were told the name of their anime—actually no, even just the knowledge they're an anime

Once they get over the fact they aren't real over here, and a simple search of their name with a few clicked BOOM! there's their future and everything else they could find on a simple google page.

...

eeeeehh Im tired. Maybe I'll update this when I actually get more points Maybe I'll actually be serious about the tags

Maybe I'll get over the fact I put a time limit on my head since I asked the person-creator who gave me alot of inspo on this whole thing cuz guilt without reason is a hobby

who knows? all I know is that im going back to reading immortal no filter izuku crack fics sleeping. Going back to sleeping. yep.

:DD take a coffee if you're actually still here☕ Have fun on this night. or day. or morning. or--

yk what, have a good mutually-neutral-time-in-your-region!

[oiladgivememoney99]

SCP Rewrite Season 2: The Sentient Micro Organism

“Alpha Strike, head off to the Helipad, got a new mission for ya,” Flooper said over the radio.

“Ugh…” Cory groaned, he had been having a great day sitting on the couch and doing nothing, Nikole also reciprocated the lack of a want to do anything.

“You heard him, everyone move,” Triana ordered, the team slowly got up from what they were doing, excluding Lara who sat at the computer.

The team of five moved through the cold, white hallways of the facility, passing by scientists leading D Class to testing chambers, and security guards… well guarding the facility.

“Don’tcha normally get updated before we get missions, LT?” Scott asked.

“Usually, surprise missions aren’t impossible though…”

Nikole looked grumpily at the floor. “I swear to God if we’re on initial containment duty, I’m gonna kill this new General… and that Otis guy,”

“I say do that last one anyway,” Hooper chuckled. “I don’t got a good feelin’ about that guy,”

“No one does,” Lara spoke over the radio. “He’s been enforcing a curfew on the humanoid Skips recently, pretty fucked up,”

“That’s horrible,” Cory said, his eyes widening,”

Triana cleared her throat. “We can discuss this later, team; The General seems to trust him, so-”

“You’ll trust him, yeah,” Nikole interrupted, a look of frustration on her face as they exited into the outside area of the facility.

“There y’all are,” Flooper greeted them, Agent O’Connor was standing behind him looking thoroughly uninterested. “You’ll be investigatin’ Site-016 with O’Connor, put on your Hazmat suits and get goin’”

“I thought containin’ 16 was easy? Just keep it below zero degrees,” Hooper shrugged.

“I thought so too, somethin’ happened to the site that made it breach containment,”

O’Connor cleared her throat. “Which is why I’m investigating it; you’re all here to make sure I don’t die,”

“Just like the last time we worked with you!” Cory nodded.

“...Yes… why do you sound excited about that?” The woman turned her head curiously.

“Cory’s a little strange,” Triana pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Hey!”

---

The helicopter ride was as quiet as it was quick, Alpha Strike and O’Connor landed at the large site, all wearing the yellow hazmat suits they had to wear to avoid the infection. A singular security guard standing at entrance of the outer gate, the team walked towards the entrance.

“Oh shit, you guys are Alpha Strike!” The guard said, looking quite fanboyishly at the group.

“Keep your pants dry, we’re just here to investigate this 016 breach,” Nikole said.

Triana rolled her eyes at the drunk’s antics. “Is there anything you can tell us?”

“I mean, this guy in a suit and fedora came in about a day before the breach, but that’s about it,” The guard shrugged.

“A suit and…” Nikole looked deep in thought.

“Anything else?” Triana asked.

“Nothing that I know man, good luck on your mission!” The guard said as Triana thanked him and ordered the team inside the building.

“Oh uh, order us a pizza,” Cory asked the guard just before he marched into the building with the rest of his team. “I’m kinda hungry,”

“Yessir!”

They entered the first room, large and circular with one door leading to the D Class Cells, another leading to the general Staff area, and the last one leading to 016’s Containment Chamber. They moved east towards it before-

“Help, help me!” A scientist gasped as he came crawling out of the Containment Chamber. “They… they’re all infected in there!”

“That’s why we’re here, sir,”

“Oh thank God, please, please get me out of here, PLEASE!” He yelled that last part, making Cory jump back a little.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna-”

BANG Cory was interrupted.

Interrupted by Nikole’s revolver shooting a bullet straight into the head of the scientist, Cory, along with the rest of the team barring Triana looked directly at Nikole with looks that ranged from confusion to horror on Cory’s end.

“What the fuck? Nik-”

“He was infected,” Nikole finally let out a breath. “He was infected, fucker was bleeding from the mouth,”

Cory looked at the corpse, he was.

“Sign of Infection,” O’Connor bent down and tapped the corpse with her gloved hand. “Quite good thinking, Miss. Kaminski, let’s keep moving,”

“Yes, I’m glad you were able to make the right decision, Nikole,” Triana congratulated as the team moved into the containment hallway.

Cory still looked blankly at the floor, he still moved, silently though. Hooper’s face flashed a look of concern before going back to his stoicism.

Scott patted Cory on the back to get his attention. “Hey man, she did what she had to do,”

“I know, just a bit shook is all,” Cory breathed out.

“Alright, just get through this mission, alright dude?”

Cory nodded and looked around the hallway they were looking through.

Bodies, so many bodies: bleeding from every orifice possible, some missing body parts and most disturbingly of all; some with brand new ones.

Cory counted one with a third arm, a third leg, seven eyes, and so many more that thinking about it made him vomit.

“Jesus Christ!” Hooper shouted. “What in the goddamn happened here?”

“Nothing I like,” Triana grunted.

Nikole shivered. “Okay I feel less bad about shooting that guy back there, he was gonna go through a lot worse,”

“Even I’ve lost my appetite,” Scott chuckled, not really helping in lighting the mood all that much.

“I am so glad I can’t see this, you don’t even understand,” Lara said. “No signs of life near you, by the way,”

“Thanks for the update, Bluejay,” Triana said.

As opposed to the reactions of Alpha Strike, O’Connor looked lost in thought as usual, inspecting each of the corpses not with fear or disgust, or anger, but mere curiosity. “How was the security on this site?”

“From what I heard it was some of the best,” Lara said. “So that means that the Site Director was either lying, or-”

“This was done on purpose, I can’t say that for sure, but it’s my top theory,” O’Connor said as the moved into 016’s Containment Room.

The room was completely trashed, the room was warm and humid, papers and bodies, mainly of Mobile Task Force Agents were scattered throughout the room; each body was mutilated and most terrifying of all, modified extra eyes, extra arms, gills on the neck and sometimes the chest, one of them even had the appearance of a spider, covered in hair with six extra legs sticking out of his abdomen.

Cory swallowed down the vomit that threatened to come through, the rest of the team looked on in a combined look of horror and shock, even Triana looked like she was about to faint again.

“You guys all went silent, what happened?” Lara asked.

Triana shook it off. “We’re fine, there’s just-”

“MTF,” O’Connor commented, even her voice was a tad shaky at the scene in front of them. “Collect those documents, I’ll investigate these corpses,”

Triana cleared her throat. “You heard the woman, get collecting,”

For some reason, this felt weirdly familiar to Cory, probably nothing.

They scrounged around, slowly investigating the place for documents until Cory found-

“Test log…” He said as he picked up the group of documents off of the floor.

“What?” O’Connor said as she walked over to Cory. “Give me those,”

Cory handed her the pieces of paper, O’Connor’s eyes widened in shock. “Testing logs… a couple days ago,” She mumbled, the smallest hint of shock in her normally toneless voice.

“Who? Who oversaw them?” Triana butted in. Her anger contrasted with O’Connor’s shock, the Detective silently read the papers, rushing through them to look for a name… she found one at the bottom of the final page.

Karl Otis

“Otis? Otis ran these tests?” Triana looked absolutely pissed. “On our own men?”

“That son of a bitch!” Hooper sounded angrier. “We gotta bring this up to Flooper,”

Nikole and Scott gave similar reactions of shock and anger. Cory counted the pockets on each of his team’s uniforms in his head, completely frozen in shock.

“Well that completes my work here,” O’Connor said. “Let’s get going,”

“Yeah I’ve got a lot of talking to do,” Triana grumbled. “Let’s go gas this place,”

“Right, that’s a step in this,” Scott kicked the ground. “Kinda fucked,”

“Trust me, it’ll be better than letting everyone slowly die from 016 in here,” She said as she walked over to a keycard reader on the far wall. She pulled her keycard from her pocket and slid it, fast and rough enough to nearly break it, it beeped as the input went through.

“You got 90 seconds, get outta there now,” Lara said.

The rest of the team quickly ran out of the facility, except Hooper who noticed that.

“Cory!” He yelled out to the man, still frozen in shock.

“Hooper, hurry up!” Lara said over the radio. “Just drag him,”

“Yes ma’am!” Hooper affirmed as he grabbed his wrist, practically dragging the frozen Cory out of the facility.

Cory shook his head as he was halfway down the first hallway they had went down. “Hoop! What’s happening?”

“We’re leavin’, whole site is bein’ gassed,”

“What?”

Hooper threw the man out of the front gate as he got there, Cory landed face first at the feet of Triana. Hooper followed quickly behind him.

“Cory! What the hell happened back there?”

“I-I dunno I just froze up!” Cory squeaked as he pushed himself up from the ground. “I guess seeing what Otis had done just kinda…”

“We’re all pretty fucked up after seeing that,” Scott reassured. “Even frumpy over here,” He chuckled as he pointed to the Detective, who rolled her eyes in response as the team began to walk out of the facility, through the gate.

“Yo, I got your pizza!” The gate guard said, Cory smiled as he grabbed it out of the man’s hand.

“Cory, did you order a fucken’ pizza?” Hooper raised an eyebrow, still invisible under the helmet he was wearing. Cory wondered what his face looked like under it as he slammed the slice onto the front of his helmet… before realising that he was still wearing it and looking down in sadness.

“Yeah, I was hungry…” He pouted.

---

Triana calmly walked into General Flooper’s office, rather modest for the role he had with few things beyond the essential cabinets, tables and chairs within it.

“Hey there Lieutenant, you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yes, on our mission to Site 016 we found something,” Triana placed the documents on the table between them.

“What are-”

“Test logs, Professor Otis was performing tests on 016 in order to create super soldiers,” Triana said, her face briefly scrunching in anger as she spoke. “He’s not working in the interest of The Foundation, we need to-”

“From what I see,” The man interrupted as he read the documents. “He was doing this to help The Foundation more easily contain threats; I don’t see anythin’ wrong with it,”

“We aren’t meant to abuse Skips for power, sir,” Triana gritted her teeth. “If we keep letting him get away with this-”

“Away with what? Tryin’ to help out The Foundation!” Flooper raised his voice. “We ain’t gonna be talkin’ about this no more,”

“But-”

“I said leave!”

Triana clenched her fists, ready to punch this… heartless, Otis sucking fucker in the face until.

She sighed, leaving the room in defeat.

[electrosspidey]

𝗔/𝗡: second drabble! I haven’t really had any inspiration lately so if anyone has any requests feel free to send them in! constructive criticism is very welcome as well! :)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 726

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀!

𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦, Peter gazed at you adoringly. He watched as you smelled the flowers outside the nursery with a small smile on your face . Not wanting to stay without your touch for even a moment, Peter sidled up next to you and slid his hand into yours.

He leaned his head on your shoulder, and grinned. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

You tore your attention from the bright flowers in front of you and turned to Peter.

“What’s it look like?”you asked with a grin to match Peter’s.

“Well”— he exhaled deeply—“it looks like you’re not paying attention to me.” Peter looked up at you with his big brown eyes as a pout spread over his lips.

You rolled your eyes. You put both of your hands on Peter’s face and squished his face. You laid a wet kiss on his bent nose. “That enough attention for you? ”

Peter quirked his eyes brows as best as he could while you were smushing his face. He pulled himself away, rubbing his face like a wounded dog.

“Must you always treat me like a baby?” He sighed.

“You keep acting like one,” you replied, chuckling slightly. You turned back to the flowers you were admiring before.

Not quite satisfied with your answer, Peter nudged your arm. You ignored him; all you wanted to do was look at the flowers.

“Hey,” Peter said into your ear, “what type of flowers are those?” He pointed to a light bluish-purple bunch next to the one you were currently focussed on.

You smiled affectionately and leaned forward to inhale the flowers’ odoriferous scent. Glancing at Peter through the side of your eye, you informed him, “Those are bluebells.”

He pulled you so that you were leaning back on his chest. “Yeah?” They have a meaning or somethin’?” He murmured while nipping at your ear.

“They mean kindness,” you replied while looking at him lovingly.

Peter scanned the flower arrangement once more. “How ‘bout those?” He pointed to another bluish-purple bunch.

“Those are salvias. Since they’re blue, they mean ‘think of you,’ but if they were red they’d mean ‘forever mine,’” you told him.

Peter quirked his eyebrows, looking at you curiously. “Like in a crazy, possessive way or in an affectionate ‘I’m gonna love you forever’ way?”

You bit your lip in thought. “I think in more of a crazy, possessive way.”

“Remind me not to get those for you ever,” Peter muttered, making you giggle. Peter’s eyes twinkled at the sound of your sweet laugh.

After tearing his gaze from you, Peter looked back at the assortment. “Alright, what about those ones over there?”he asked, pointing at a bunch of red flowers.

“Those, Petey, are red tulips. People usually consider them ‘a declaration of love,’”you drawled slightly. “I also like to consider them my favorite flower,” you grinned.

“Is that so?” Peter glanced at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Yes, actually that is s-”

Just then you were interrupted by one of the workers, Joey as his name tag read, at the nursery.

“Hey, I noticed you guys were looking at the flowers. Is there anything I can get you guys?”

You began to tell him that the two of you were just looking, but Peter beat you to it.

“Yes, actually. Could we get a couple of those red tulips right there?” He asked, motioning to the flowers in question.

“Sure thing!” Joey picked out a couple of the brightest one and wrapped them up in a piece of string. Peter went inside to pay for them and soon came out, swinging the door open with a smile just as bright as the flowers in his hands.

“For you, sweetheart.” Peter bowed slightly, making you laugh sweetly. You brought the flowers to your face and inhaled the fragrant scent.

You sighed, giving Peter, who was still grinning widely, a knowing glance. “You didn’t have to get me these y’know.”

“Actually, I really did have to. It’s my moral obligation as your boyfriend.” Peter simpered, leaning in to give you a series of gentle pecks.

You leaned your forehead on his. “Thank you, Pete.” You looked into his eyes, hoping to display your immeasurable love for him through yours.

Peter seemed to understand and responded in a gentle tone, “You’re welcome lovie.”

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!

𝟯.𝟭𝟭.𝟮𝟮

[applesontheground]

Okay so yknow how I requested for shy red-eyed reader? scratch that please; i feel like an outgoing S/O, who likes to tease their slasher bf by maintaining deep eye contact would make things more interesting 👀 those men would go INSANE omg let me stop- THANKS 😘😘

yes!!! both of these requests amused me haha, but i’d be glad to do this one!

also, like the tall s/o request, i have no foundation for what’s it like to be someone who’s good with eye contact, so let’s see how i manage lol! i like the challenge! ;w;

headcanons - Bo & Vincent Sinclair, Norman Bates, & Bubba Sawyer with an S/O who is really good with eye contact (GN reader)

contains: slight notsfw mentions in bubba’s section

Bo Sinclair 🕯️

☆ Oh, he’s not a fan at first. He’s more used to people averting his eyes when he meets theirs, so when you instead crane your neck to keep looking at him he’s distracted from whatever he’s doing in seconds. “Somebody got a starin’ problem?” ☆ He’s meeting your gaze sharply whenever he sees it linger again, tongue digging into his cheek because it pisses him off but he’s not about to let you one-up him on the intimidation factor. He’s learned solid eye contact from what he got out of being ingrained with manners growing up, but he personally detests it. ☆ It really depends on where you take it after that. If you treat it like an actual competition, he’s getting petty. Tipping his chin up so his eyes are now hiding under a layer of shadow from the bill of his hat, jutting himself in your direction to make you flinch, blowing in your eyes if you’re close enough... He really just wants them off of him, and if you don’t bow he’s either telling you again (and not being nice about it this time) or straight up walking away from you. “Don’t even think ‘bout following me.” ☆ Buuut, if you treat it like a game, something lighthearted and not meant to try and hold a candle to whatever it is that he thinks is on the line, he'll always break it off with a stifled giggle and a smirk instead. He might even say something sweeter than usual. Just proof that it all depends on how you frame your intentions. “Almost like you see somethin’ you like.”

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️

☆ Like Bo, Vincent isn’t a fan of eyes that aren’t either dying or already dead on him. The only people he’s really adjusted to with that sort of thing are his brothers, and at one point his parents. He’s grown comfortable around you, of course, but when you sink your eyes into him with a newfound intensity for the first time, he becomes...self conscious? ☆ If you make it feel like a tactic meant to throw him off, he will start fumbling with his sculpting tools, the ones he uses nearly every day. Forgetting what he’s trying to mold, not sure where he set down the bowl that was just in his hand... His mind is on you alone, and when you finally make eye contact it’s all over. He’ll meet your gaze, turn to face you fully, and manage a shrug along with a noise of annoyance. What? ☆ If you treat it as more of an admiring sort of scheme, he’ll still get fairly flustered, but instead of an actual grumble, he’ll just start signing as he tries to turn away from you. “Is there something on my face?” He’ll have to check the mirror or any reflective surface he catches, worried his mask is warped somewhere or damaged... ☆ When he’s frustrated enough, he’ll give it back. He’ll set down what he’s doing, come up to you without a hint or warning, and you will have his undivided attention. Don’t even try to duck from his eye, because he will follow you until you either crack or both of you are pulled away by an outside force. His eye will almost taunt you as it bores into you, twice as intense as a set would be. If you demur, he’ll just sign, “This is what you wanted, right?”

Norman Bates 🔪

☆ Do you want to see a man faint? That’s how you see a man faint. ☆ I’m exaggerating a little bit of course, but part of what makes the two of you work so well is your strong, outgoing nature alongside his more meek and careful one. When it works in harmony, you two are a great team that cover each other in times of weakness -- but when you turn it on him, even in a playful manner, it shows how a striking personality difference can be detrimental. ☆ At first, he’ll smile. He doesn’t mind looking in your eyes, it’s one of his favorite things to do when he gets the moment. If you don’t say anything to his usual conversation starters, he’ll maintain the eye contact but everything else will shut down with the longer you give him your undivided attention. His hands will stop moving on the front desk, his train of thought will be stuck to one or two things rather than the usual myriad...and finally, the stutter will start to show itself more prominently. “You know, people say that-that it’s rude to...rude to stare, [Y/N].”  ☆ The only thing that would break this moment would be a distraction taking your eyes off of him, or him trying to find something to take your attention elsewhere. Maybe on an inconsistency of the wallpaper that really isn’t there, or the way someone signed their name in a funny way on the records... You’ll have to assure him that you were just playing afterwards, or else he’ll be treading lightly around you until he figures it out for himself. He really doesn’t care to not understand someone’s intentions, especially his significant other’s.

Bubba Sawyer 🐖

☆ You signed up for something you may or may not be prepared to face, anon. I mean this in a good but slightly chaotic way. Working off what we saw in TCM2, Bubba is not afraid of eye contact -- especially if it’s from a love interest. 🥰 ☆ When your gazes meet, you guys would be caught in this for who knows how long depending on how many distractions are around you and what you’re trying to convey with this game. He’s half enamored with you -- the color of your eyes, the way your features are lining up to speak to him -- and half unsure of what to do. It’s not every day someone gazes at him with something other than raw fear, if at all before they look away or keep running from him... ☆ Every little disembodied mutter from his brothers or random noise could pull him away again, a reminder to get back to whatever chores that he knows need to be attended to, but if you’re touching or talking to him along with the staring? That’s when things hit another level. You’ll pull him right back in, believe me. ☆ You might excite him by giving such direct eye contact -- and in more ways than one. If you’re not careful, he’ll become restless and want nothing more than your attention in any way you can give it. He’s the kind of boyfriend that would be all over you for the most part, even in times of disagreement. (I’m sort of going off how he blew up after Stretch told him he was good, and I read that entire display with the chainsaw being thrusted at her as a bit of sexual frustration. You can give me a weird look, I welcome it.)

[diavolosthots]

I'm lonely, contemplating life, and mildly angered so I decided to continue this. Guess this is going to be my comfort series on bad nights.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚MAMMON proposing headcanons ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Marriage was never something he extensively thought about. Of course, he would like a giant wedding with things all dedicated to him, and his s/o, but that’s where the issue comes in. 

As much as he likes to think there’s someone out there for everyone, it always seemed like destiny or whatever skipped over him and he wouldn’t have that someone.

Until you came along, of course, his little MC. His precious jewel, more valuable than all the gold and Grimm combined. You brought light and laughter and joy into his world and made him believe that maybe the heavens hadn’t skipped over him; you are his heaven. 

It definitely was a shock to him, or was it? As much as he likes to say you were totally annoying in the beginning and he couldn’t stand your guts, that’s simply not true. He admired you, for a human, and he realized pretty quickly that you would be special to everyone, but especially him. 

Seeing as he is your self proclaimed protector and the best you’ll ever have, he needs a ring that will represent that, and the best part? He worked hard for it. 

Yes you heard that right, he actually saved his Grimm to get one he loved and would represent you really well, or at least he thinks it would represent you really well. 

He kind of knew what he was looking for, even if he couldn’t put an exact finger on it until he saw it. 

The ring he decided on was a gold, split ring, with the top part thicker than the bottom. It was still just one ring, it just opened up on the main stone. The main stone was an oval diamond, topped and surrounded by smaller diamonds. The bottom of the split also surrounded the main diamond before getting smaller and smaller. It almost looked like the diamond was wearing a crown, which only seems fitting, considering you’re royalty to him. 

He was proud of his find, very proud. Although he could only hope that you would also like it. 

Proposing was a whole different spiel. He wanted it to be natural and fun, when the time is right, so he carried the ring around for weeks in his jacket’s pocket in hopes to capture the right moment, until one day he did

You both were running away from Lucifer, having been part of a prank that Satan initiated although Lucifer only seemed to be chasing you two for whatever reason. Mammon and you ran through the Devildom streets, half scared and half laughing out loud, holding each other’s hands until you hid behind one of the castle’s many outside walls. 

Heavy breathing and grinning faces painted the night sky between you two and you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him melt against you. 

“(Y/N),... there’s somethin’ I needa tell ya…” He pulled back sheepishly, feeling himself get more and more nervous with every passing second, but he can’t back out now. The ring was already burning holes into his pocket.

Concerned washed over your face as you looked at him, “what is it? Hurry… I don’t want Lucifer to catch us…

Lucifer, right… he momentarily forgot about the guy. Shaking his head, he smiled softly, taking the silly sunglasses off so you could really see him. 

“Before Lucifer can even get a hand on ya, I need ya to hold mine…” He smiles softly, taking one of your hands in his before stepping back a bit. 

“(Y/N)..... I ain’t one to get sappy, although ya tell me different all the time… but yer mean the world to me, literally. I thought, for the longest time… I thought I ain’t ever gonna have anyone, that what my brothers say is true and that I ain’t nothin’ but useless and a waste of space…”

He looks sadly at you for a moment before his face beams up again and he squeezes your hand, taking a knee in front of you and pulling out the box, opening it up to reveal the ring with a grin on his face. 

“But that ain’t true. Ya love me for who I am, and ya do silly things like this with me, all because ya love me, and I love ya too… I love ya so much, (Y/N), I can’t imagine another day without ya by my side… I want ya in my life forever, really, until the world falls to pieces and nothing exists anymore, and even beyond that… so, (Y/N), please… will you marry me?” 

[luuxxart]

LUXX THE ROBOT AU??? HELLO YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THIS IM IN LOVE PLEASE ELABORATE

AH WELL,, YOU SEE,,,, i hadn't really intended on doing anything w it for a while but then i made some good doodles and i was like. ah i guess i'll just go ahead and do somethin with this lmaoooo

so info and doodles are under the cut and here's the mentioned post in case this gets buried in the eventual tag haha

i kind of just started doodling the idea in december. i dont remember why lmao but,. it was a thing (Ren was originally going to be based on Sumire as well and utilize Prince Charming). and then i did these two drafts of a comic for the new year lmao (i might finish them later but for now here they are)

so heres the basic gist of the au without going into spoilers (jic i want to actually write this in the future, and,,,, i do have a small piece of a beginning bit of prose)

five years after the events of Royal, shadows are on the rise again, and specifically, they are present outside of palaces, much like in Port Island. Okumura Foods is rebranded into Okumura Tech, and with help from the Kirijo Group, a new line of Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons which are not as advanced as ASWs like Aigis or Labrys so as to avoid any unecessary thinking on their part and so they can be mass produced.

(also yeah i know im missing an "S" there. im not taking chances. but in the fic futaba and akira will be calling them a**-bots. its too funny to pass up)

however, it becomes increasingly clear that they need a free thinking weapon to take care of some of the bigger shadows, so Okumura Tech goes through a few constructions, trying to recreate Aigis. nothing is really working. the personas they're trying to produce are overwhelming the Plumes of Dusk. in fact, a few end up being total disasters that have to be destroyed at all costs.

finally, they manage to recruit Mishima, who is just coming out of college with a doctorate degree in AI design (having switched from a degree in general coding, inspired by the advent of ASWs). instead of just using the Plumes of Dusk, Mishima introduces the idea of AI to aid the Plumes in persona construction. think the Cores from Portal, except they can't be separated from the ASW or the Plume of Dusk.

so Mishima, still worshipping the ground Joker walks on, constructs an ASW in Akira's image, codenamed Joker, who ends up rebelling against Okumura Tech (feeling that something nefarious is afoot). Joker renames himself Renegade (Ren for short) and just kind of adopts Amamiya for a reason i'll have to figure out as i write.

Mishima's persona is half-AI based and half-awakening. Talos is an AI that he designed, but when he gets so stressed out that he awakens his persona, the AI sort of merges into his psyche. He's a Nav (just your regular old Otacon guy in the chair archetype) but he can do damage if need be. (also im bringing this meme back bc i love it)

also, Ren's persona is. a secret. mostly because its a reference to a real AI/antivirus and that reference sort of would reveal the antagonist. i dont want to reveal that before i even write the story haha

the story itself is told between Akira and Ren's perspectives at vastly different times. Akira's starts when Mishima shows up at his door after a major disaster at Okumura Tech. hijinx and romance ensue. Ren's starts when he tracks down Akechi, hoping the former Detective Prince will help him figure out why the shadows resurfaced in the first place and if there's anything going on under the surface of Okumura Tech.

oh and this is very much detached from anything regarding the Uncle Adachi AU haha im still using Mishima's persona user design and persona from the Bunny AU tho. itd be a short fic. hopefully six chapters at most. probably more mature than Everyone's a Ki/ller??? remains to be seen.

and yes. haru and mitsuru would of course also be major characters.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Yuma Dark [02]

ー The scene starts in the kitchen

Yui: ( ...Hm, just a few more minutes in the oven, I suppose? )

Yuma: ...Hm? What’s this smell? 

Yui: I’m making a pot pie (1) with some of the leftover vegetables. 

*Ping*

Yui: Ah! Seems like it’s ready!

Yuma: ...Heeh. It looks nicely baked! Ya did a pretty good job, huh? 

I’ll take it out of the oven, so step back, ‘kay? 

Don’t want ya cryin’ like a lil’ baby after ya burn yerself. 

Yui: I-I wouldn’t cry!

Yuma: Yeah right.

ー Yuma takes the pie out of the oven and places it on the counter

*Thud*

Yuma: ...It really looks hella delicious!

Yui: Would you like to taste it then? 

Yuma: Oh! Glad ya asked!

Yui: Ah, but it’s the fist time I’ve tried this recipe, so I’m afraid I can’t make any promises about the taste?

Yuma: Hehe. Whatcha suddenly gettin’ all negative for?

...Well, if there’s some weird shit in there, I’ve got an iron stomach, so no worries. 

Yui: I didn’t put anything weird in there!

( I was hoping Yuma-kun would try it one day... )

( I didn’t think my wish would be granted so soon though. )

( I hope I seasoned it to his liking... )

ー Kou and Azusa join them in the kitchen

Kou: What are the two of you up to~?

Azusa: It smells good in here...

Yui: Kou-kun, Azusa-kun!

Yuma: We’re gonna eat, so don’t get in our way. 

Kou: Heeh...That looks delicious!

Azusa: That pie...Did you bake it, Eve? 

Yui: Yes, exactly. I tried my hand at a vegetable and salmon pot pie. 

Azusa: Sounds good. I want to try it as well...

Kou: M-neko-chan, where’s my shareー?

Yui: I’m sorry. I only made one since I was only testing out the recipe. 

Kou: Ehー!? Which means Yuma-kun gets the exclusive honor of enjoying your homemade meal!? 

Azusa: ...I’m jealous of him. 

Yui: I’ll get all the ingredients I need to make it again tomorrow or something, so...

Kou: I can’t wait that long!

*Rustle*

Kou: I’m begging you? Hey, is there really nothing you can do? 

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...I want to try it now as well. 

Yui: W-Wait, you guys! Don’t suddenly cling onto me...!

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Ya can have the food. So just back off for now. 

Yui: Eh? ...Y-Yuma-kun...

Kou: I knew you’d understand, Yuma-kun! Well then, time to dig in~!

Azusa: Kou, I’ll cut it in half with a knife, so wait...

*Cling*

Azusa: ...Nn...This is really good...

Kou: ...Nn...You’re absolutely right! I expected no less from our M-neko-chan~! You’ll be an excellent wife in the future!

Yui: T-Thanks.

( I’m glad the two of them seem so pleased but... )

( I’m not sure how I feel about Yuma-kun handing over his food so readily... )

Yuma: ...Why do ya look so down? 

Yui: I mean...I wanted you to try it...

Yuma: What other choice did I have? They were bein’ darn persistent. 

Well, I worked up an appetite for somethin’ else anyway. 

Makin’ sure those two behave by givin’ them somethin’ to chew on just happened to work in my favor as well. 

Yui: ( In his favor...? Also what is this ‘something else’...? )

Selection

→ The fridge is empty, you know? (S)

Yui: The fridge is empty, you know?

Kou: Let’s go grocery shopping then! I’ll try my best as the knight in shining armor keeping you safe~!

Azusa: I’ll guard you as well...

Yuma: Listen to the whole damn story! That’s not what I meant!

→ I’ll go to the store then (M)

Yui: I’ll go grocery shopping right away then!

Yuma: ...Haah!?

Yui: The fridge is completely empty, so I have to go shopping before I can cook...

Azusa: ...Yuma, are you going to let Eve go outside all by herself here in the Demon World...? 

Kou: Poor M-neko-chan...Yuma-kun, you heartless brute!

Yuma: Hold up, it’s all one big misunderstandin’!

Yui: Um...Then what should I...?

Yuma: I never said I was gonna eat actual food!

ー Yuma moves closer again

Yuma: And there’s only one other thing to eat besides food, right? ...Nn. 

ー He bites her 

Yui: Ah...!

Yuma: ...Nn...Nnh...!

Haah...Your blood is a real treat in my eyes...Nn...Kuh...

Yui: ( My body is burning...! His fangs are sinking inside my nape... )

Kou: Nn...Ahーah. Yuma-kun got away with the win in the end. 

Azusa: Her homemade meals are delicious too but Eve’s blood...is the ultimate feast. 

Yuma: I’m not sharin’ any with ya guys. Yui...belongs to me after all...Nnh. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) パイ包み or ‘pai-tsutsumi’ is a general term for any kind of ingredients wrapped into puff pastry. Since Yui is using savory ingredients in this case, I translated it as  ‘pot pie’. 

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