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Neglected The Mask!reader x platonic Yan!Batfam

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Chapter Three

Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin POV

Oswald sat with his men surrounding him as he watched the latest show performing at the Iceberg Lounge.

It was the new rogue.

They were singing some theatrical, eccentric song that had them throwing roses at the both the ladies and gentlemen watching. It even grabbed one of the pole dancers and pulled her into the performance too. They’d spun the girl around until she was wearing something straight out of the sixties. A knee-length dress in the same yellow as the stars on the rogue’s suit. Speaking of the newbie, they were wearing a navy blue three-piece with those baby yellow stars. Now, Oswald could respect a person who wore perfectly tailored suits. He may despise the Joker and tolerate the Riddler, but hey, what’s the harm in looking good while doing crime…

…or singing in Oswald’s club.

Oswald watched them dance with the girl across the stage.

Somehow the girl knew the choreography as well?

She seemed as confused as Oswald when she and the green-faced freak started dancing in sync. Perfectly.

Now, as for why the newbie was even performing in his club. Oswald would like to take a trip down memory lane for that…

//Flashback…//

It had been about thirty minutes before the opening of his club. Bartenders were clocking in and getting their stations ready, girls were getting dolled up and doing stretches, and the muscles of his fine establishment were taking their places around and inside the building. It was normal. What wasn’t normal was that Oswald was even here in the first place.

See, Black Mask, the human equivalent of shit stuck to the bottom of shoe, wanted to talk partnerships. As for why? Oswald didn’t particularly care. They’d both tried to kill each other in the past, it’d be difficult to mend that relationship even with all the money in the world. But, the mighty, gracious Penguin, in all his guts and glory decided to humor him.

Besides, if negotiations went to shit, he could always have the man shot in the back of the head.

They were going to talk. In Oswald’s lounge. In Oswald’s turf. That was the plan. It’d even remained the plan after the new rogue strolled in like they owned the place, immediately bee-lining it to Oswald. One of his men immediately got in the rogue’s way but ended up with an anvil dropped on his head. They kept walking until they stood in front of him.

“Pots! Just the man I wanted to see!”

“What do you want?” Oswald growled, thumbing his umbrella.

“I want to sing.” They said, placing their hands on their hips.

A small silent filled the building.

“What?” Oswald asked, confused more than anything. He blinked and suddenly the newbie was right next to him, a hand on his shoulder while the other waves towards the stage.

“Think about it! I get to entertain, you get entertainment, and if things happen to go south and I… I don’t know, accidentally blow someone up—”

Oswald cut them off. “Again, what?”

They kept lm talking as if they hadn’t been interrupted. “—I have some spare cash lying around for reimbursement! I’ve been meaning to get rid of it anyways.”

That made him perk up slightly. Cash for reimbursement. Oswald supposed he could just saw the scuffs on the floor count. “Is it dirty money?”

“The dirtiest. I… acquired it just this past week.”

“The bank robbery.”

“Correctamundo, my short friend.”

“Short?” Saying that to Oswald’s face was bold. His hands itched for his umbrella. He’d love to fill this tall freak with holes. Because admittedly, they were tall. Those news reports did this thing no justice.

“You are to me! Though I suppose I could just—” The green feller’s hands went under Oswald’s arms. Immediately every one of Oswald’s men had their guns trained on them. They paid the guns no mind. Instead of picking the him up like Oswald expected, everyone watched as his torso elongated with the higher they pulled until his hands eventually left him. “There, now we’re eye to eye.” The newbie said, though they sounded like they were about to laugh.

It reminded him of that bastard clown.

“What the hell did you do to me!?” Oswald yelled. He looked ridiculous, proportions all wrong. His arms and legs remained the same, and certainly too short for this new body.

“You don’t like it?” They asked with that damned grin.

“No! Of bloody course not!” That seemed to seal Oswald’s fate as he felt his body go tense like a rubber band then snap back. His own face hit his knees as he up and bopped the hell out of his nose. His body then moved up and down rapidly for a moment, each movement being accompanied by the sound of an accordion?

He was going to kill whichever arsehole had the cobblers to pull that with him—

The green-faced freak started to full on belly-laugh in his face. He didn’t even need to tell his men to fire before they did, not that it’d do much. Reports say that they were bulletproof but…

No crushed bullets were falling to the floor.

When Oswald finally stopped being a human accordion, the newbie had stopped laughing and the guns had stopped firing. Though, they were still standing. If the bullets weren’t on the ground, where were they?

“Ah… man, I haven’t had a laugh like that in a while!” They exclaimed. “I think I need a drink.” They pulled a drink out of nowhere and obnoxiously sipped from the straw. Everyone watched as liquid, probably soda, spurted out of multiple small holes. “Well, this was fun, Pots, but I got places to be, people to see, and a Jarritos fruit punch waiting for me at the nearest gas station. See ya later!” With that, they literally spun out of the club.

//…Flashback End//

So here they were now. Black Mask was to show up any minute and the newbie was still singing like there was no tomorrow.

That is, until the lights suddenly shut off. The entire lounge went black until a light illuminated from the stage. Specifically from the new rogue’s stars on their suit. Their hand was on a cord leading from their fedora. Oswald hadn’t noticed it before. Was it supposed to be a lamp cord?

The emergency power turned back on eventually. Oswald watched them tug the cord again, the stars stopped glowing. There he was.

The bitch of the hour.

Black Mask.

He rolled over to Oswald, men behind him. Always with the damn dramatic entrances. And he wonders why no one likes him.

Bruce Wayne - Batman - Two Hours Before Penguin and c c Mask’s Deal POV

An hour before sundown, Bruce gathered everyone into the Batcave. They needed to go over the newest rogue as a group. He wouldn’t have any of his children getting hurt by this… monster? It certainly wasn’t human, that’s for sure.

The imp theory is still possible.

First, he played the video from his lenses of the unidentified individual’s interaction with the Riddler.

“They look so snazzy! Why do all the colourful people have to be evil?” Stephanie said from next to Jason. The man grunted, looked a mix between disturbed and angered. Bruce didn’t blame him. This rogue bore a good chunk of similarities to the Joker. The smile, some of the personality, the green. Though, at least it isn’t a cheerful psychopath in the same way that Joker is. It doesn’t do anything harmful besides property damage, wedgies, and theft. And it steals a lot.

Bruce can count a piece of a billboard with his own face on it, a fruit punch Jarritos, bank money, and even a kid’s lollipop. There’s more, but the list would be longer than Gotham’s Clocktower.

“It has quite the appetite.” Tim murmured. “Invulnerability?” He questioned Bruce.

Bruce nodded. “It seems so. That amongst the abilities to turn itself into a human tornado as well as pull objects from seemingly nowhere.”

“Human cartoon.” Cass’ raspy voice whispered.

A human cartoon indeed.

It eventually got to the part where both Bruce and Damian cornered them in an alleyway. They’d walked into one after growing bored forcing people to tap dance to their will.

Right from the start, the fight had been embarrassing for the dynamic duo.

To begin with, Robin slashed at them with one of his katanas. It didn’t so much as graze them, yet the back of their hand still dramatically touched their forehead and they stumbled around almost a drunkenly as if actually wounded. “Oh! I’ve been hit!” They eventually stumbled to fall into Damian’s arms, ignoring the grunt from the younger boy. “What am I to tell my wife? My children! That their parent can’t come home from this cruel, horrible world?” Damian of course paid it no and cuffed the fellow.

“He even cuffs me on my grave!”

“Stop being dramatic.” Damian bit out, probably rolling his eyes under his domino mask.

“Oh, Robin, are you always such a little fun-sucker?” When everyone blinked, the cuffs suddenly clattered against the grimy floor of the alleyway and Robin was having his own cape tied around him while being shoved to the ground.

“Little twerp.” They gritted out. Voice doing that same similar thing to Joker where it goes from cheerful to rough and deeper, full of annoyance.

Bruce watched Jason bristle at that out of the corner of his eye.

The Bruce on screen in the jab at the back of their head before Robin even hit the ground, yet as soon as everyone blinked again, Bruce was having his own cape tied around him and pushed to the ground. And it was a push. He was right that night. It was considerably lighter than the one aimed towards Robin.

They stood over Bruce as the man struggled, grin seeming lifeless. He doubted it could make any expression other than that grin. “What? You thought I didn’t know you were watching me when I was talking with Eddie-boy?”

They flicked their wrist in a similar manner to when they had still been talking to the Riddler. Sure enough, a cane slid out. “The big. Bad. Bat.” it punctuated each sentence with a jab from the cane into Bruce’s side. “Swaddled like a baby!” It barked out a laugh. Another blink and suddenly Bruce was actually being swaddled like a baby and rocked in the rogue’s arms. “I’ll admit you make for a cute, albeit grumpy one.”

Bruce felt Duke’s gaze slowly slide to him. “…why’d you start sucking the pacifier?”

“It made me.”

“Did it?”

“It did.” Bruce emphasized this time.

Soon after that, the video ended, and everybody started to get suited up for patrol. Bruce was about to put on his cowl when he suddenly got a call. He grabbed his phone and looked at the contact.

It was from Constantine.

Constantine never calls. Not really. Not unless it’s something important. Extremely important. It got to the fifth ring before Bruce finally picked up.

“Bruce! Bruce, are you at the cave?” The man sounded panicked.

“Yes? Constantine, what happ—” Bruce was cut off by the sound of the man teleporting into the cave.

“Bruce! Someone in your filthy, bloody city has the Mask of Loki!” The man yelled, stomping over to him.

The Mask of Loki?

Of-fucking-course it’s magic.

Richard “Dick” Grayson - Nightwing POV

Dick was back in Gotham to see the fam as usual. He’d just gotten off patrol and was now scraping any glue off his face from his mask using a q-tip. He was near a work desk and placed on it. Every now and then, he’d use his pinky to scroll the article he was reading about the new rogue.

This guy was actually insane. Power-wise. And a little mental-wise too. What do you mean they have the powers of a cartoon?

Isn’t that a little broken?

Then again… imps.

He got a message suddenly. Ah, it was from Wally. Dick momentarily put the Q-tip down so he could reply, the other man was asking if he wanted to hang out sometime.

Who was Dick to say no?

Speaking of hanging out… a little bit of guilt welled up in his stomach slightly. He swiped out of his chat with Wally and clicked your icon. He was expecting another offer to hang out from you that he’d have to turn down due to hanging out with some of the other family but… nothing.

Or, at least nothing since the last week he visited. Huh. He’d been in Gotham for three days already. Not a single message on any of those days. (The first day, you were too tired to message him after using the mask. Second, too busy worrying about people finding out about you being the new rogue. And third, too tired and too excited for later that night to use the mask. He was at the very back of your mind.)

Don’t get Dick wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t want to hang out with you. It’s just that you never want to do it with the family and he doesn’t want to do it with you alone. (You don’t wanna hang out with family because there’s a 50% chance Jason can be invited and you don’t want to take that chance.) He just always feels so… awkward around you. He loves you as a little sibling, yes, but he’ll admit he doesn’t know much about you. Though, you never tried to know much about him either. (You did. It’s just that he moved out when you were about nine and even then, there wasn’t much a 17-year-old could do with a nine-year-old. Not only that, but the despite whatever everyone thinks you… don’t know their vigilantes. Guess they overestimated your detective abilities.)

Trying to rationalize it didn’t seem to help him though. His thumb hesitantly pressed the typing bar. Truthfully, despite what he’d told himself earlier, he wouldn’t be that busy with the family. He could afford to spend some time with you. Especially after all the times he’s shirked that onto others. (Despite what Dick thinks, no, you did not go to other people to ask if you could hang out with them. You didn’t have Steph’s phone number, you never got it after she’d gotten a new phone. Tim blocked you (In Tim’s point of view, it was supposed to be temporary and then he forgot to unblock you.) and you don’t have the courage to ask him to unblock you. You and Bruce have never shared a single text message in your life and Duke? You don’t have his number either because… well, you’ve had like two conversations with him)

He typed and deleted repeatedly, trying to find the right words. When he felt he did, he then tried to rack his brain about what you two might do together.

He was only coming up with blanks.

Eventually, he settled on something simple.

Dick: “Do you wanna watch a movie with me tonight?” Read 2:37am

Alright, now to wait for the mor— did that say read at 2:37AM?

Huh.

Well, maybe you’re a night owl like your family. He watched your typing bubble appear. Then disappear. Then it appeared again before disappearing for about a minute.

Finally, after a couple more seconds, your message came through.

[Name]: “Sorry. Can’t” Read at 2:39am

Dick stared at the screen for a bit.

Dick: “You busy or…?” Unread.

You’d just came back from being Gotham‘s newest rogue when your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You picked it up as you threw the mask on your bed. You rubbed your eyes as you typed the passcode. The reason you’d retired so early from being a rogue was that you had a math test in the morning you wanted to be at least somewhat functional for. You absentmindedly noted that Ace hopped on your bed.

It was a text.

From who? Sammy? Kyle? Maria? Those last two were some of your other friends.

You opened the messages app.

Oh.

It’s from Dick.

Dick: “Do you wanna watch a movie with me tonight?” Read 2:37am

You went still for a long moment before quickly typing. How should you respond to this? Dick’s never invited you to do something before!

It’s literally always been the other way around!

You typed an “I’d love to!” before quickly deleting it.

That’s a little too eager.

You played around with few responses, unbeknownst to Ace curiously looking at the mask you’d also oh carelessly left on your bed.

The “bad doggie! Go away” that was hissed went unheard as you kept trying to think of a response that sounded as neutral as possible. Sure, you’d have to forgo being a rogue that night but…

…but what? Wait, you’d have to forgo being a rogue that night.

“Exactly, [Nickname]! We can’t be together if you’re off watching a stupid movie with that guy! Also— TURN AROUND AND DON’T LET THIS MANGY MUTT PUT ME O—.” That last part was practically screeched into your ear as you whipped around. Conveniently just as the dog pushed his cute little face against the inside of the mask and started spinning wildly, twisting sheets before hopping off the bed and knocking into furniture.

Gosh, is that what it looked like when you transformed? No wonder your room was always a mess when you got back!

You typed a quick response to Dick before you could even think and through your phone to the side so you could lunge at the dog and try to rip the mask off him.

Who knows what a dog with your powers could do?!

You found that out by getting slammed into the wall like three times, body-slammed onto your bed and dragged around the room by the dog while you tried to dig your fingers into the mask and rip it off.

Richard “Dick” Grayson - Nightwing POV

“Bad dog, Ace! You shouldn’t have put the mask on!” You were scolding Ace on the other side of your door.

(“Yeah! Stupid dog!” The Mask hissed.)

After a small moment of silence on Dick’s end, Ace suddenly started growling.

“Don’t say that to him! While he might be a dog, he’s my do— Wait, Ace you can understand it?”

The dog barked.

“But how?”

The dog barked a few more times.

(“Two short barks and one long bark. I think that’s dog for ‘I don’t know’, [Nickname].”)

Ace barked again.

(“I was right! He agrees with me!”)

…Was [Name] schizophrenic…? Or at least talking to Ace like he was a human? Dick had been standing outside your door for about two minutes, hand frozen in front of the door about to knock. At first, he’d heard a lot of commotion and banging until it sudden suddenly went quiet. Then you started scolding Ace, and now you were talking to yourself?

He really needed to get you out of the house. Maybe instead of a home movie, they both could go to an actual movie theater?

Dick finally knocked. “[Name], I’m coming in!” He called out before opening the door. As soon as he stepped in, he watched you hide something behind your back as you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Dick.” You blinked wide eyes at him, sharing a surprisingly cryptic look with Ace.

“Uh… [Name]. What’s that behind your back?” Dick asked, pointing at you.

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, suddenly walking closer to him.

Wow. He’d never noticed how tall you’d gotten.

Your hand gripped his shoulder with an honestly surprising amount of strength as you shoved him out of your room and closed the door quickly. “SorryI’msuperbusybye!”

You left him standing in the hall on his lonesome.

It took a couple minutes, but he eventually walked away.

He’d never realized how much you’d grown up.

Also wow! Your hand on your shoulder actually hurt a bit. Damn. He massaged his shoulder lightly as he kept walking.

??? - The Shadow Thief

He touched down on one of the city’s buildings, overlooking the glittering lights below.

“So this is where my newest friend is?” He let himself fall forward until he was soon gliding over Gotham. “I gotta say! I do love their choice in city!”

Extra Bits of Info:

1.) You did in fact make him start sucking the pacifier. 2.) The Black Mask and Penguin negotiation ended in a shootout. 3.) Despite the fact that you don’t know the bats are vigilantes, the mask does. 4.) In case it wasn’t obvious, Dick could not hear anything the mask was saying and now thinks you’re schizophrenic.

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ariestrxsh · 1 day ago

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sugardaddy!matt x bratty!reader

✧˚ · .⭒content warning: smut, financial domination, daddy kink, teasing, public/dressing room sex

✧˚ · .⭒summary: matt takes you on a shopping spree, and you don't do a very good job at behaving yourself!

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dividers by @/kodaswrld

album concept inspired by @/delilahsturniolo and @/y2kstarr

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Payday

Matt trailed closely behind you with your shopping bags in hand as you bounced around from store to store with his credit card tucked into your back pocket. You dragged him into another high-end clothing department, filling your arms with almost every sparkly item that caught your eye.

"What do you think of this, Matt?" You asked him, emerging from the dressing room with a new dress on. It had everything that Matt loved about dresses - a low neck line, tight around your waist, and a slit that showed off your thighs.

His gaze wandered the curves of your body, taking you in before he locked onto your eyes with an almost serious look on his face. "I think you'd better pick out which things you wanna buy soon, because I don't know if I can wait until we get home," he said under his breath.

You giggled. One of your favorite things to do was tease Matt in public. "Wait! I still have to get some new bras and panties."

"Of course you do," Matt replied, already picturing you in them while prancing around his house or wearing them to a fancy dinner and flashing him under the table.

You sauntered up to the register, laying down your pile of clothes down in front of you. Matt's eyes flickered back and forth between you and the total dollar amount on the screen that continued to jump every time the cashier would scan something new.

When the man behind the counter finished ringing up your new wardrobe and read you off the final price, you hissed through your teeth and winced. "I didn't spend too much, did I?" You batted your long lashes in Matt's direction with a little pout on your lips, knowing he was getting off on every penny you spent.

"Of course not. Anything for you, baby," he cooed, softly running his hand along the small of your back.

"You're the best, daddy," you whispered into his ear. You handed the plastic card over to the cashier, seductively glancing back at Matt with a smug smile on your face.

"No, you're the best," he whispered back, his hand slowly dropping to your ass and giving it a squeeze through your low-rise jeans. You smiled over at him with a lustful glint in your eye, making his heart race.

Matt loved this ritual. He liked buying you gifts, and he especially liked when you'd buy yourself gifts with his money.

You handed him the bag, joining the other several bags he had on his arms. The two of you stopped at the car on the way to the next store so Matt could carry more for you, and then you both headed towards the entrance of Victoria's secret.

Matt's cock was already beginning to twitch at the thought of you spending his hard earned money on silk and lace that you'd later adorn yourself with and show off to him. Your fingers gently brushed across the racks of fabric that you walked past on your way to the back of the store.

Matt watched as you picked out a few bras, holding each one up in front of your chest and asking Matt what he thought of each one. "How do you think my tits would look in this?" You asked, looking at him with your big, doe eyes.

His gaze darkened, and he bit down in his lip when you presented him with a black see-through push-up bra with a bow on the front. "I wanna see you try this one on," Matt said in a low, seductive voice as he reached up and rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

Your gaze fell to the tent forming in his jeans, and a smug smirk tugged at the corner of your lip. You loved humiliating him and forcing him to visualize you naked in public. It was one of the most effective ways to push his buttons.

"Be right back, daddy," you innocently said, disappearing into the dressing room and peering over your shoulder at him before you shut the door.

Matt waited patiently on the other side of the dressing room door until he heard you begin to fiddle with the lock again. He glanced up from his phone as you were poking your head out, glancing in both directions to make sure no one could see you besides Matt.

"Okay, what do you think?" You smirked, stepping out and showing Matt how you looked. Your breasts with on display, the bra accentuating the shape of them and exaggerating your cleavage.

"Wow, you look fucking incredible," Matt gasped, taking a step towards you, drinking in the view of your nipples peeking through the transparent fabric. "Yeah? You think so?" You wondered, grabbing your tits and pushing them together.

"You're making it really hard to wait until we get home," Matt said softly, reaching out and placing a hand on your waist. "Then let's not wait until we get home," you teased, giggling into his ear.

Before you knew it, Matt was shuffling into the dressing room with you, his wandering hands pawing at you. After he swiftly locked the door, he spun you around and started kissing your neck and grabbing your breasts. You softly moaned, pressing your backside into his hardening cock.

"You're killin' me, you little tease," Matt rasped into the crook of your neck as he started fiddling with the button on your jeans. He stripped them off of you along with your undies. You started to reach behind you to unclasp your bra, but Matt stopped you. "Leave it on."

Matt undid his own jeans as well, his cock springing out with an urgency. He placed one hand on your waist to steady you and used the other to grip your thigh, holding it up to give him better access to you.

You placed one palm up against the side of the dressing room to balance yourself and one over your mouth to keep yourself from making noise. Matt positioned behind you, lining his leaking tip up with your entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back or your head as Matt pushed it in, your walls fluttering around his thick cock. He watched you in the mirror as you tried your hardest not to make any noise, your expression contorting in pleasure.

A small moan threatened to escape from you as Matt started to thrust into you. You could hear other customers shuffling around in the store, all of them completely unaware as to what was happening behind your dressing room door.

"Feel you squeezin' around me already," Matt said in a low voice, his breath tickling your neck and sending all electrifying jolt of energy through you that had your hair standing on end. He sped up the movement of his hips, hitting your gspot with every deep stroke, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Matt panted in your ear, occasionally grunting when he felt you clench around him. "You gonna fall apart on my cock already, princess?" He chuckled. "What? You like spending my money that much?"

His hand traveled from your waist to your breast, gently running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric. Even with your palm clamped tightly over your mouth, it was getting harder and harder to keep your squeals to yourself. You used every ounce of willpower to keep from screaming his name.

You looked into his eyes in the mirror, your vision beginning to blur and your body beginning to tremble. The sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the dressing room despite Matt's efforts to be stealthy about it.

However, it didn't take long for you to finish on his length, your pussy throbbing around him as you whimpered against your palm. Your juices coated him and formed a creamy ring around the base of his dick. Your tossed your head back, your eyes rolling back into your head as he delivered a few more powerful strokes.

The sensation was overwhelming for each of you, your hearts thundering in your chests as your ragged breaths and stifled moans threatened to give you away to passersby. Matt let out a final grunt, his cock buried deep inside of you as he pumped you full of his thick ropes of cum.

The two of you slowly moved out of the position, worried you'd attracted attention while fucking in the dressing room. You both quickly got dressed, quiet giggles spilling from each of you about how swept up in the heat of the moment you'd gotten.

You stepped out of the dressing room first, making sure the coast was clear. Matt followed behind when he knew it was safe, and the two of you nonchalantly walked out as if nothing had happened.

Matt's arm slithered around your waist as you continued on with your ritual of carelessly spending Matt's money on whatever the hell you wanted, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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madamedevien · 2 days ago

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You know that couple on TikTok where it's the hot wife and her adorable nerdy husband, and she likes to pop in to ask him nerdy questions wearing something like lingerie while he's in the middle of doing something and we just get to watch him trying to earnestly answer her question while his brain is also clearly melting?

🍎 Initially, I thought that hubby would be Caleb - but I realised that Caleb would just haul you over his shoulder and then probably happily infodump after he's had his wicked way (like, literally, rolling over once he's finished with a big grin on his face and pulling you closer only to be like, "Actually, I'm SO excited that you wanna know the difference between turbojet, turbofan, turboprop, and turboshaft engines! The first two are classed as 'reaction' engines because-").

❄️ But Zayne? Zayne would try SO HARD. He probably wouldn't notice at first, happily typing away at his computer and starting to answer the question. But then he catches a glimpse and his voice cracks just a li'l bit. It's the red ears and pink cheeks that rat him out, along with the occasional throat clearing and stalling of his words, even as he tries so hard to maintain eye contact or to keep himself from staring inappropriately. Eyes darting back to your face or his computer screen when they start to wander, his hands toying with his tie or his glasses as he grows increasingly flustered because WHY are you just standing there and asking him these sorts of questions when you're dressed like THAT?! He doesn't want to make assumptions, especially if you ask a very good question - but his icy façade is quickly melting ��

🐦‍⬛ Sylus would just let out that old money laugh when he spots you and pat his lap with a, "Come here, kitten, and I'll tell you everything you want to know." (It's a trap. A delicious trap that we're all susceptible to fall into, but a trap nonetheless.)

🐟 Rafayel, like Sylus, isn't going to be too flustered - but he's gonna want his hands on you. Ask him a question on colour theory and you're going to end up with paint on you. Where? Depends on the questions you ask 👀

⭐ For Xavier, there's probably some confusion as his visual and audio cues are not at all aligning. You're asking some kind of question... But you're dressed in something that really doesn't involve whatever you're asking about. He's having a mental paper jam... But that's okay, because his clothes are already off and he can ask you to repeat yourself when he's got a clearer head. All of his blood has rushed south and so his brain isn't working at full capacity anyway 🤣

#love and deepspace caleb #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads #lnds #l&ds

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baileypie-writes · 13 hours ago

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Hi! Little nervous to request but I read your rules so I’m hoping this all is good! May I request a Baby Saja x reader fluffy alphabet? Thank you for taking the time to read this request!

A/N ~ Hello there! Thanks for your lovely request! I’m happy to fulfill it! Also, there isn’t much info about Baby, so all of this is just my personal headcanons of his character. Hope you enjoy!

Baby Saja Fluff Alphabet

Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters Fanfic Type: Alphabet Reader: Gender neutral Relationship: Romantic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,151 Warnings: Possibly OOC Baby, Baby being a brat, mentions or arguments, mentions of giving up the relationship

A - Activities(What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

I see Baby as a pretty lazy guy. He doesn’t like putting much effort or energy into anything other than his performances. He likes his down time. So he prefers just lying around with you. Whether it be watching a movie or scrolling on your phones— as long as he can lounge around, he’s down.

B - Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

He doesn’t focus a lot on physical appearances. But he does like being held by you. He loves when you run your hands through his fluffy teal hair, or when you cup his face in your hands to give him a kiss. So if he had to choose, it’d be your hands.

C - Comfort(How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Compared to the other Saja Boys members, Baby probably has the least amount of understanding— or even care— about others’ emotions. Though of course, being your boyfriend, you’re different.

While he still doesn’t understand your emotions, he’ll try to help you feel better. His attempts are… peculiar. For example, he’ll show you a funny meme to try and get you to laugh. Though when that obviously doesn’t work, he tries a different approach.

Cuddles and kisses are what finally does the trick. It’s hard not to smile when someone with such a sweet face is smothering you with affection.

D - Dreams(How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He has everything he could possibly want in his life. Fame, money and a great partner. He’s 100% content. His idea for the future is just doing what you’re already doing.

E - Equal(Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

This is a difficult thing to come to a conclusion with. On one hand, he likes to make the decisions, since he doesn’t like being told what to do. But on the other hand, he likes having things done for him— being babied, if you will. I’m gonna label him as dominant though, because that’s how he thinks of himself.

F - Fight(Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Baby is very difficult to argue with. While he doesn’t shout a whole bunch, he’s extremely bratty and stubborn. No matter how much you attempt to get him to see your point of view, your words seem to go through one ear and out the other. His own words are sharp and hurtful. You end up having to give up after not getting anywhere.

After some time apart, he grows tired and anxious from the lack of attention. He tries to casually wiggle his way back to you without properly apologizing. But if you’re firm enough, you can get one out of him. Not without an attitude though.

G - Gratitude(How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He’s an ungrateful brat. He expects things to be done for him without giving anything in return. Everything you do goes unnoticed, because it’s what he’s used to.

Although, when he goes without your support for even a day, he finally realizes just how much he’s been pampered. In fear of not losing your love again, he begins thanking you for all that you do. It’s not anything grand. Just a flat “Thanks babe.” without looking away from what he’s doing. But it’s enough for you to notice.

H - Honesty(Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Other than the fact he’s a literal demon, as well as his past life, Baby doesn’t really have anything to hide.

He’s not even super secretive about the demon thing. The only thing keeping him from telling you is Gwi-Ma. If given his master’s permission, his secret would be revealed.

I - Inspiration(Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

Baby doesn’t like being bossed around by Gwi-Ma. So if you offered an alternative, he’d leave his demon ways behind in order to live a more comfortable life.

Also, if you’re up for a challenge, you just might be able to get him to be less of a brat. But it takes a lot of work.

J - Jealousy(Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Baby doesn’t like sharing, and that includes your attention. So jealousy is something he feels very strongly.

Due to his fame, it’s easy to get someone away from you. He’ll swing an arm around you with his signature cheeky smile plastered on his face. A “They’re with me.” falls from his lips, confidence and attitude so thick, you could almost see it. If that doesn’t work, security is called.

K - Kiss(Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

He’s a pretty good kisser. He’s blessed with soft lips that feel nice against yours.

The first kiss with Baby was him being the menace that he is. He wanted to mess with you, just for the fun of it. So what better way to get a reaction out of you than to give you a kiss?

He was super nonchalant about it— acting like it was something he always did. This only fueled your reaction— just what he wanted.

L - Love Confession(How would they confess to their s/o?)

Baby does absolutely nothing when he realizes his feelings for you. He didn’t care enough to play around with possibly one-sided romantic feelings. However, once it dawned on him that you felt the same way, he figured that he might as well mess with you.

Playful flirting is something he’s good at, and he knows it. And the worst part about it is that it’s the kind of flirting where you can’t quite tell if it’s supposed to be flirting or not. It drives you crazy. But once you build up the courage to confront him about it, that’s when he admits his feelings— rather casually, like you’re having a normal conversation. But the pink blush on his fair, soft cheeks give him away— he’s definitely down bad for you.

M - Marriage(Do they want to get married? How do they propose?)

He honestly couldn’t care less about marriage. He finds weddings a waste of time, effort and money. If you really wanted to tie the knot, he’d rather elope. Running away with his lover is much better than a boring ceremony, in his opinion.

N - Nicknames(What do they call their s/o?)

Baby only really calls you nicknames to annoy you. He comes up with the most ridiculous, sappy ones— the ones that cause you to cringe the moment they roll off his tongue.

The nickname that he uses in a non-satirical way is “Babe”. It’s classic, and comes to him naturally.

O - On Cloud Nine(What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

For the most part, his feelings are pretty unnoticeable. One of his main talents is maintaining a cool demeanor no matter the situation, and it’s no different when he’s in love.

Although, his bandmates do end up noticing how much time he spends with you. Offstage, Baby doesn’t give anything or anyone his attention unless he’s really interested. And there he was, acting all “friendly” with you— well, as friendly as he could get. So they figured something was up with him.

P - PDA(Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

If you’re okay with your relationship being public, he does not shut up about you. He brags nonstop, knowing it’ll make his bandmates and fans jealous. And that’s exactly what he wants. It’s hilarious to him how much people care about his love life.

When it comes to PDA, he’s pretty open to it. He likes leaning on you, wrapping an arm around you and— if you’re strong enough— being carried on your back. He also likes giving you kisses just to see your reaction.

Q - Quirk(Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)

His fame is an obvious one. So instead, I’ll focus on his sharp tongue.

This isn’t just about his rapping skills. He can come up with the most insane comebacks in such a short amount of time. If you’re in any sort of altercation with someone, he can end it with one sentence, leaving the person you were arguing with completely dumbfounded.

R - Romance(How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Baby wants to look cool 24/7, even to his significant other. So he’d rather die a second time than do anything sappy and cliché.

Instead, he focuses on the small things. Buying you something because it made him think of you, bringing your favorite snacks when he comes over and even sending you memes with the caption “us”. To anyone else, they might not seem all that romantic. But to the both of you, they’re pure acts of love.

S - Support(Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

As long as they’re realistic goals, sure, he believes you can do it. Though, he doesn’t exactly help a whole lot for you to achieve them. He’s far too lazy for that. So unless it’s something he can do from the comfort of his own home, you’re kinda on your own.

T - Thrill(Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

Baby’s a mix of both.

He likes not having to plan for anything— only relying on things you’ve done in the past. But at the same time, he gets bored after a while. So something new every once in a while is good enough for him.

U - Understanding(How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He has a pretty good understanding of your emotions. He knows how to tell what you’re feeling, even if you think you’re hiding it well. He’s memorized your habits, interests and hobbies as well.

Empathy is not something he has a lot of. As mentioned before, he doesn’t really care about other people’s feelings. That being said, he still doesn’t like seeing you upset. He’d much rather see you happy.

V - Value(How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Fame isn’t exactly something that Baby needs in his life. Sure, he likes the attention. But it’s also just a lot of effort. It causes a lot of inconveniences as well. So if given the choice of giving up you or his fame, I feel there’s a good chance he’d throw his fame away.

W - Wild Card(A random fluff headcanon)

He’d never admit this, but he enjoys matching outfits with you. He’ll ask to pick out your clothes for the day, then choose something suspiciously similar to his own.

X - XOXO(Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Baby loves to give cuddles. But not the sweet kind— the annoying kind.

His limbs will be entangled in your own, and he’ll rarely unravel himself for anything. You can’t get anything done without him practically breathing down your neck, since he refuses to let go of you.

Kisses from him are mostly to surprise you, to get in your way or to try to get out of trouble. They’re almost never actually innocent.

Y - Yearning(How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Baby truly believes that he’d be completely fine without your presence. He’s tougher than he looks. But he certainly lives up to his name when he’s away from the person he’s bonded so closely with.

Everyone notices how irritable he becomes while you’re gone. It seems that nearly everything makes him snap. The cause of his attitude is clear— especially with seeing how his face lights up when you call or message him. Funny enough, he keeps up his cool demeanor while talking to you— as if your absence has no effect on him.

Z - Zeal(Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Due to how lazy he is, there are definitely limits to how much he’d go through to save your relationship. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t regret it. If he had to say goodbye, he’d never be the same again. It’d plague him forever.

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rosalinesurvived · 2 days ago

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As a girl newly turned eighteen THIS IS SO LEGIT. I think its the mentality, almost, of knowing i’m an adult and i can like-actually do shit. Today I brought a pride flag and a cosplay shirt. I don’t know if I’m ever going to use those things because I’m afraid of my family catching me. But I had my money, from my job, and I brought them, because I’m an Adult and I can Make Decisions Now.

I get to be more free as an adult than I ever did as a child and I think more kids need to know that. as a high schooler part of what made my depression so bad was being told over and over again that it was the most carefree time of my life. while I was trapped in an abusive home + amongst bullies at school + in a body that wasn’t right for me. opportunities to be carefree don’t end when you turn 18. you can be more you than ever as an adult and that’s such a gift. I know ‘it can get better’ is an annoying thing to see over and over when you’re as trapped as I was back then. and I know that if you’re still a kid you deserve to be free right this second. but it can and will get better and this is not where life stops being interesting. promise

#i’m going to go to uni and live alone!!!!!

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mononijikayu · 2 days ago

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love is a losing game — ryomen sukuna.

GENRE: alternate universe - squid game au

WARNING/S: afab! reader, romance, angst, break up, post-break up, hurt/comfort, on and off relationship, profanity, violence, gun violence, death, implied suicidal ideation, emotional manipulation, emotional distress, trauma, resentment, confessions, toxic relationship, gambling addiction (implied), longing, pining, bittersweet, reunion, depiction of violence, depiction of gun violence, depiction od emotional manipulation, distress, depiction of trauma, depiction of death, wife! reader, husband! sukuna;

WORD COUNT: 4k words

NOTE: in honor of me losing my mind this week due to squid games and alien stage, i did something of a mix of it. i genuinely needed to get this idea off my head. its a lot. for the resources to the japanese games and other stuff i mentioned, i'll put them below so you can read about them!!! anyway, enjoy!!! <3

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THIS WAS YOUR BREAKING POINT, IF THERE WAS ONE. You had just finished your second shift, perhaps worse than the first one. You could barely have the strength to tie your apron right, let alone smile at your boss as he muttered something about cutting hours next week.

The city air was damp, but this place was even damper. You could feel your knees ache from standing for too long, and you could still feel the bruises on your pride from that morning’s encounter.

Another debt collector coming once again. You hated when they did that, ruining your peaceful day, your existence. Different faces. Same tone. Same threats. All because of him. Ryomen Sukuna. Your husband. Or… ex-husband now, you supposed.

You’d loved him. God, you still did. You probably still do. That stupid kind of love that lingered in the marrow even after the body rots. But it wasn’t enough for you. Not when he kept making reckless decisions, chasing fast money and leaving you to clean up the blood trail behind.

So, you left everything and him. You found yourself finding the courage to take what you could and moved out. You built that house with everything you had but took nothing but your clothes and a dented rice cooker.

You told yourself it was for the best. You needed that peace. You need to love yourself, take care of yourself. That’s what your mother would have wanted for you. After all, that was more important than loving someone.

But the debts didn’t stop with him. They came for you too. You changed your address, you even reverted back to your birth name. But they still managed to find you, those stupid brutes. The lot of them are crude, and horribly terrifying to even look at.

Yet you didn’t have the heart to tell Sukuna. You didn’t call him. Not once. Too proud. Too tired. Too angry. But mostly because you knew what he’d say just from thinking about it. With that certain reassuring look, one you knew you would fall for, he would say to you: “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

He’d say it with that smirk, with the same careless ease he used to take your last savings to pay for a poker hand he swore was a sure win. You sighed heavily, pulling your coat tighter around you as the wind bit through your sleeves. The bus stop was still a block away. Your feet dragged.

That’s when he appeared.

A man in a finely cut suit.

Smile too polite to be genuine.

“Sumimasen, ojō-san.”

The voice came to you all too lightly, as if dropped into the air like a coin in water. You turned, startled at his presence. He was already too close. Smiling like an old friend. Like someone who’d been waiting just for you.

“Do you have a moment to play a game?”

You blinked at him. “What?”

He held up two square pieces of thick, colored cardboard. You looked at them carefully. You could see that it was old and well used. It was too worn at the edges. But that bright colors blending together with those figures was recognizable. Menko.

It was a game you hadn’t seen since elementary school. Even then, it had evolved into a different thing. This sort of menko was the old kind. You slap the tile on the ground. Then you try to flip your opponent’s piece. Whoever flips it wins.

It was the familiar old schoolyard rules, the ones which your grandmother used to teach you when you were still a little girl. You couldn’t win against her, though. She was too much of a pro at it.

“Traditional games.” he said, still smiling like he wasn’t wearing a suit worth more than your last three paychecks combined. “Very simple. If you win, you earn cash.”

You eyed the tiles, then him. “And if I lose?”

“You get slapped. I know it’s not the old rules, but I don’t wanna take it from you.” he said cheerfully, like it was the weather forecast. “Just a little change. Nothing serious.”

You almost laughed at his words. You were tired. You had just finished scrubbing tables at a ramen stall that paid you half what it owed. And now this man was talking about childhood games and slaps? You didn’t have time for this.

But then he crouched, unhurried, and set a thick envelope on top of his briefcase. Peeled it open for you and almost instantaneously, it showed the cash inside. Your mouth opened agape. It was ¥10,000 per win.

The gears shift in your head. It would be enough to buy groceries. Even maybe enough to get the collectors to back off for a few days. Just maybe, it would even be enough to shut your mind off and breathe. Your pride hesitated. Your exhaustion didn’t.

“…Fine.” you muttered, stepping forward. “But….Just one game.”

And that’s how it began.

Not with a fight. Not with a scream.

Just a slapped Menko card on the pavement and a stranger’s smile.

The first slap across your face stung more than you expected. The sound cracked across the empty alley. Your cheek flared with heat, but the man only laughed, handing you the next card like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Another round?”

You hesitated. Your hand hovered in the air. But the pain was familiar. For a moment, it reminded you of everything you were running from. The voicemail from the loan office. The unpaid gas bill. Ryomen Sukuna’s debt collectors are camping outside your apartment like vultures on a power line.

You nodded. “Again.”

Three more slaps. Your cheek was flushed and burning. But then you got it. Your tile hit him with a perfect strike, flipping it finally. He clapped at your success. You hated it. It was too calculated. Too eager to be the salesman.

“Excellent.” He handed you the envelope. Neat. Crisp. ¥10,000. “See? You’re not unlucky after all.”

You kept playing soon after that. That adrenaline got you going. That’s what winning does to you, even in the smallest ways. Humankind can be addicted to the feeling. It was gratifying to just have one moment of good, even with the bare minimum. And you hated that. Win. Slap. Win. Slap.

You didn’t even notice when the bus you were supposed to catch hissed past in the distance. Didn’t notice the sun beginning to set. By then, you had five wins. Fifty thousand yen. Your wallet was heavier. Your cheek, sore. But you could almost taste relief.

The man adjusting his tie, still all politeness. “You’ve got grit, I see.” he said. “That’s rare. I’d like to offer you something more… lasting.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What kind of more?”

“More reward.”

He opened his briefcase again and took out a cream-colored card. It had vibrant gold lettering. No name. No address. Just a phone number. And a symbol you didn’t recognize. You looked up at him. He was still smiling that same way, one which made you uneasy.

“If you want to clear your debts—truly clear them—and maybe walk away with more than you ever imagined… call this number.” he said. “But be warned. The games beyond this point… aren’t quite so harmless.”

You stared down at the card. You thought of the phone calls. The pounding on your door. The sleepless nights spent wondering if you’d made a mistake leaving Sukuna. And you thought: what’s left to lose?

You took the card.

He smiled at you.

And then he left.

That night, in your cramped 1K apartment, where the lights flickered when the kettle boiled and the neighbor’s dog barked like a curse against your walls, it was hard to not think about it. You stared at that card like it was cursed.

You told yourself you wouldn’t call. That game in the subway was enough. Everything about this would be beyond insane. But at 2:34 a.m., when the latest message lit up your phone.

「最後の警告です。返済期限は明日です。」

Final warning. Your deadline is tomorrow.

You dialed the number, both curious and too sudden. The voice on the other end was cold. “You’ve been accepted. We’ll send a car.”

You nearly hung up. Nearly. But instead, you whispered back. “Okay.”

In a shadowed parking lot at dawn, a black van waited. You stepped inside.

You didn’t know what was going to happen. You didn’t even know that you would see him there again. You didn’t know what awaited you. All you could do was think about the fact that this was the only way to escape your reality.

Yet you didn’t know that the worst was yet to come. But you didn’t know that. Not yet. Not until the games began. Not until you saw blood spilled on concrete and heard his voice again in the middle of it all, rough and familiar. Still yours in some stubborn, ruined way.

You were the last to enter. The van doors shut behind you with a final-sounding click, and silence followed, thick and uncomfortable. The only sound was the gentle hum of the engine and the shallow breathing of the others.

There were six of you, all wearing the same dull colored tracksuits with numbers on the chest. Yours was 046. No names. No questions. No warmth. You didn’t look at them. You couldn’t do that even if you wanted to.

So, you just stayed silent. You just leaned back against the seat and stared at the floor, hands clenched in your lap. You told yourself this was just a game. That you could survive it. That you had no other choice.

But your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. The van drove for what felt like hours, until your eyelids grew heavy and your body gave in. A sharp prick on your neck came just before everything turned black.

WHEN YOU WOKE UP, THE WORLD LOOKED TOO BRIGHT AND COLORFUL. All you could see were the vibrantly decorated walls. The bright paintings of childhood games from the ceiling. The dull yet shiny tiled floors. It was almost nauseating how childishly pastel everything was. It was like some cruel dream of a kindergarten.

You sat up on a hard bunk in a massive dormitory lined with triple-decker beds. There were dozens of others now. You could see men and women, all ages, all races. Some looked confused. Some are too calm.

And then your gaze locked on him. He was leaning against the metal post of a bunk bed, arms crossed. Same gray uniform. Same unmistakable face. You would know that face from anywhere. Number 49, Ryomen Sukuna.

Your mouth went dry. It felt like the air thickened between you instantly as you continued to stare at him the way you did. You tried to look away but you can tell he saw you before you could look away. His scarlet eyes narrowed. Soon enough, he made his way to you.

“Well, well….” he drawled, voice low and edged. “Look who finally decided to come and see me.”

You flinched. “I didn’t. This isn’t about you.”

He laughed once. Bitter. “Are you sure about that? Because last I checked, you didn’t care if I lived or died.”

You stood slowly. “Don’t twist it. I cared. I just couldn’t keep bleeding from your mistakes.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t reply to your words. He knew you were right. You hated how much your chest hurt, seeing him here. That scar on his lip was still there. His scarlet eyes were still that infuriating shade of crimson.

And somehow despite everything, you still remembered what it felt like to sleep beside him so peacefully. The weight of his arm around your waist. The heat of his breath on your neck. But that was before the collectors. Before the screaming. Before he chose chaos over you.

A loudspeaker crackled overhead. “All participants, please proceed to the arena for Game One.”

A door opened on the far wall, from the right side. As you all walked there in a line, you saw the armed guards standing there, waiting. You didn’t move for a moment, until Sukuna stepped past you. His voice is low, just for you.

“I don’t know what game this is. But I know one thing—” he paused, glancing at you. Then at the armed guards. “I’m not letting you suffer here……die here.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing. “Why would you care?”

He didn’t answer. And maybe it was just a trick of your heart, but when the guards herded everyone forward and you stepped into the blinding light of the first game. You could’ve sworn he stayed just a little closer to your side.

Like old muscle memory.

Like it was an instinct.

Like love that refused to die quietly.

The light was too bright. Artificial and blinding, like stage lights at a show you didn’t want to be in. As your eyes adjusted, you found yourself standing on sand, actual real sand. You found yourself almost confused.

This feels like those summer days by the beach, enclosed in this room. It was what it felt like, but beneath it was a painted sky so blue it was almost offensive in its cheer. But you were certain now. You weren’t in the city anymore.

Rows of players shuffled in beside you, uniformed and stiff with fear. Concrete walls loomed around the field like the inside of a stadium, and in the distance stood a massive Daruma doll. It was hard to look at, with its oversized, grotesque figure, its painted face staring blankly ahead.

You recognized the game the moment you looked at it. It was Daruma-san ga Koronda. You’d played it as a kid with the other neighborhood kids. You had chanted those words with your friends in schoolyards and summer parks, trying not to laugh as you froze mid-step.

But no one was laughing now. Everyone around you was taking this as seriously as they possibly could. That was certain. The Daruma’s head turned slowly, mechanical joints whirring. Then the voice rang out across the field.

「だるまさんが…ころんだ！」

Everyone ran. The Daruma’s head snapped around. A sharp bang cut the air like a hammer cracking glass. The man beside you dropped. Hard. Blood was already soaking through his shirt.

You flinched at that. You could hear a few people, someone beside you screaming so loudly, it could puncher your ears. The guards raised their rifles. The gates behind you slammed shut like the jaws of a trap. Sukuna grabbed your wrist, yanking you down before your legs gave out.

“Keep your head, babe.” he muttered. “Don’t move unless I do.”

You stared at him, dazed. “They’re shooting us—”

“Yeah, genius.” His grip tightened. “Welcome to hell.”

Another chant echoed across the field.

「だるまさんが…ころんだ！」

You bolted forward. The Daruma turned. You froze. Someone behind you tripped. Bang. The game was merciless. Precise. The moment the Daruma faced you, if you even twitched. It was the sound of the bang that came after.

It felt endless. The repeated rhythm of the chant, the thudding of your heart, the bodies falling one by one. You followed Sukuna’s movements like a shadow. When he crouched, you crouched.

When he stopped, you stopped. When he darted forward, you did too. Until you could smell blood on the wind and taste bile in your mouth. But somehow, you kept going. You just had to. Or else, you would be one of them.

You noticed the way Sukuna’s body moved. It was not reckless like before, but sharp, measured. How his head turned just slightly toward you before every sprint. How he never let go of your hand, even once.

And then, the final line. Just five feet away.

「だるまさんが…ころ—」

You ran. Both of you.

「—んだ！」

The Daruma turned. Sukuna yanked you backward, both of you crashing into the sand. Your elbow hit the ground hard. The air fled your lungs. But you hadn’t crossed the line too soon.

You were still alive.

Follwing that was silence.

Then a single chime.

Game over. The Daruma’s eyes went dark. The gunshots stopped. There was only silence. And then only the sound of weary breaths remained. You didn’t hear the last few bodies fall. Just the pounding of your heartbeat and the rough rasp of Sukuna’s breathing beside you.

His hand was still on your back. Still steady and still holding you strong. The surviving players, maybe numbering less than half, were herded into a line by the masked guards. The sand soaked with blood behind you.

And for the first time since stepping into the game, you realized: This wasn’t just about survival. This was war. And the only person you could trust here was the man who once broke your heart far too many times.

"Can I trust you?" You whispered to him.

He looked at you. "After that? With your life."

YOU HAD SEEN FAR TOO MUCH, AND YOU HAD ENDURED FAR TOO MUCH. Yet the only thing you could be thankful for was that you were alive, somehow. And that against every odd and all that grievous feelings you have, you were still with your husband, Sukuna.

It was strange, knowing how this all began. That you were still breathing. That you were still next to him. And even now, despite everything, you couldn’t help but stay near. When you ate, when you slept, you always had to be near him. Or else, you knew you would grow mad.

Throughout the games, you’d leaned on him for everything. Just as you used to do when you were happily married. You leaned on him for safety, for strategy. For something that still, quietly, resembled love. As horrible as this situation is, this was the most married you had ever been.

This was the penultimate game, at least that’s what you think. Now there were only thirty of you left. And they needed to lower the number now. That’s what they’ve been doing with all the other games. Just to narrow the winner.

They led you into a new room. No pastel walls. No fake skies. Just gray cement and harsh white lights that buzzed like flies. At the center: a square tatami mat. Two cushions. A small lacquered box sat between them.

Inside, you saw the glint of round, flat glass disks in green, red, and clear. Your eyes widened. It was Ohajiki. You turned around to Sukuna and then once again to the pieces of marble on the ground. Two guards stood at the back. No other players. Just you.

Your breath caught. “What is this?”

One of the guards stepped forward, flanked by guards. His voice was cold and smooth. “Congratulations. You’ve reached one of the final games.”

He gestured to the mat and the box. “This is Ohajiki. This event will be done in pairs. Each player begins with ten pieces. Take turns flicking. Whoever collects all twenty wins.”

You stared at the disks. “And if neither of us…?”

“If no winner is declared within thirty minutes, then we must follow protocol.” the guard said flatly. “Both players will be eliminated.”

Your chest tightened. “Wait, there has to be another way—”

“No, stop.” Sukuna said softly. “They won’t change their minds.

You turned to him, eyes full of panic.

He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t bargaining.

He just looked… resigned to fate.

“They knew what they were doing with this.” he murmured. “It was always going to come down to this. Us. You know that.”

Your voice cracked. “I’m not doing this. I won’t—”

“You have to.” He stepped closer, slow, careful. “One of us has to make it out. That’s how this works.”

You shook your head, tears already blurring your vision. “You know I can’t. Not like this. Not you.”

He gave a tired smile. It reached his eyes, just barely. “Yeah. You can.”

He picked up one of the colored pieces and slipped it into your hand. “Here. Start with this. Let’s say I misjudged my shot.”

Your heart twisted. You had survived hell. Bullets. Betrayals. People turned into corpses. Friends lost. Names forgotten. But now they wanted this? When your relationship was starting to be your everything, they wanna take it away too?

“You idiot, you fucking idiot.” you whispered, voice shaking. “Why do you always do this?”

Sukuna chuckled under his breath, the sound broken, full of something sharp. “Because I’m still in love with you. And if one of us gets out…” He looked at you. “I want it to be you.”

“No, no. Fuck no. I’m not going out of this place without you. You know that!” you said, stepping back. “We’ll cheat it. We always do. We’ll figure it out—”

But the guards raised their rifles at you. Sukuna sighed and took you away from them for a distance. The timer started. Thirty minutes, finally going and coming, ticking away on the massive screen. Sukuna knelt down on one cushion. Then he gestured to the other.

“Come on.” he said softly, smiling at you. “Just a stupid game. Like when we were kids. On the tatami. Trying not to flick too hard.”

You sat down. Your hands trembled as you flicked the first piece. You were never good at Ohajiki. Sukuna was always the better one. He was even praised for it. You continued to play, feeling your heart thumping the entire time.

The flat marbles continued to clack gently against another and knocked it aside. You collected another one. Sukuna took his turn. A bad aim. He let you take it. You knew that. And that was frustrating you, angering you. But he didn’t stop.

You won another. And another. Each round, his pile shrank. Yours grew. At fifteen, your hands dropped to your lap. Your chest heaved. He continued to do as he wanted, as he wished, with eager failing.

“You’re letting me win.”

Sukuna didn’t deny it. “You always had better aim, between the two of us.” he said, a soft smile in his voice.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

“Being a liar is good.” He whispered to you. “But that’s enough for me. You’ll survive. That’s enough for me.”

You stood, shaking. “No. I’m not finishing this.”

“Then we both die.”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. “I’d rather die with you—”

He came to you. Touched your face with his calloused thumb against your cheek. “Don’t say that.”

You looked at him desperately. “Sukuna, please…..”

“Live for me, okay?” he whispered. “You think I want to go? I don’t. But I can’t let you die here. Let me do this. Let your good ol’ husband finally do something right for his wife, okay?”

He just continued to hold you as you started to cry in his arms. You took in his warmth, you took into the embrace that you knew you would never get again. You felt his lips press against your head, his fingers tracing the edges of your tresses.

The timer ticked louder.

Twenty-eight minutes.

Twenty-nine.

“Let’s finish this game.” He said as he let you go. He smiled at you. “Let me see you do well.”

You looked at him, tears endlessly falling. And with shaking hands, you flicked your final piece. He watched the piece arc in a clean, trembling line with your final flick. The flat marble tapped his final piece and sent it skittering across the mat.

The soft clack was deafening. Your vision blurred with tears as you reached out and gathered the final disk. Twenty. Silence. No cheer. No applause. Just the low mechanical ding of the timer stopping.

Game over.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even look at him. Not yet. But he moved first. Ryomen Sukuna stood up slowly, knees cracking, shoulders slumping like he’d just dropped a weight you couldn’t see.

He stepped over the mat, his steps quieter than ever. Your husband crouched in front of you one last time. His long, beautiful callused fingers cupped your cheek, wiping away a tear that had no end. He smiled at you.

“That’s my girl.” he murmured.

You finally looked up at him, shaking, broken, mouth open like you wanted to scream but couldn't. He didn’t do anything else, he just laughed. He moved towards you, pressing a kiss on your cheek once again. You shake your head at him, feeling the tears fall even more than before.

“Now go win the whole damn thing.”

The guards moved. Your body tensed, but he didn’t resist. He just turned, hands raised, walking toward them like it meant nothing. But at the last second, right before the door, he looked over his shoulder.

There it was. The face you fell in love with. Not the devil-may-care gambler. Not the stubborn man who couldn’t stay out of debt. Just your beloved Sukuna. The one you had loved with your whole heart. Your husband, your ruin, your misery…..and your home.

“I’ll be waiting.” he said softly. “Somewhere.”

And then he was gone. You just stared as they dragged him through steel doors that slammed shut like the end of a book you never wanted to close. You sat there, the Ohajiki pieces warm in your hand. As if they carried the last of his heat.

You didn’t remember standing. Or walking out.

Or how the guards said your number out loud.

But somehow, you moved from your position.

Somehow, you lived. And then became a widow.

epilogue

Spring came late that year. The cherry blossoms bloomed like they always did. Always soft, fleeting, unaware of all the blood that had been spilled beneath skies just like this one. You stood beneath a tree in Ueno Park, hands tucked deep in your coat pockets, watching petals fall without grace.

The world kept turning. The money was still untouched, sitting silently in the account like a ghost you couldn’t exorcise. You paid off Sukuna’s debts from what little you’d earned before the games, just enough to get the collectors off your back. The rest… stayed. Cold. Untouched.

You worked again. Small things. Quiet places.

You mostly kept to yourself these days.

You never told anyone where you'd been.

Not like they needed to know anything about you.

Sometimes, you dreamed of him tenderly into the night. Not of his death. Not of the guards dragging him away. But silly things about him. The things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

His terrible singing in the shower. The way he used to hold chopsticks like a child. His laugh. That brutishly loud laugh that sounded identical to the cracking of an old bell. The way his fuschia hair glistened against the sunrise. The way his scarlet eyes looked at you.

You cried yourself for hours after those dreams. Those were the parts of him the games couldn’t erase or take away from you. Just as much, these were the parts you wished you still had. The parts of him that you would always mourn, until the day you die.

You visited a shrine one morning, early, when the city hadn’t quite woken yet. You lit incense. You carefully laid twenty Ohajiki pieces in a neat line on the stone. You said nothing. There was nothing left to say.

But as you turned to leave, a breeze lifted around you. That soft, warm, carrying the scent of blooming sakura. And for just a moment, you like to think that you could almost hear his voice saying those words again.

“I’ll be waiting.”

You smiled through the ache in your chest. “I won’t keep you waiting too long.” you whispered back. “I promise.”

since squid game is going global in-universe, i thought about how it would be in japan. at first i tried other sort of games, but like kendama, which you can read about in one of the sourced links. but it didnt fit.

so i tried to find something similar to the original games, while maintaining its japanese roots. of course, i do have to tweak some of it to fit in the context, while also being able to bring out the story and some respect.

i thought about making it longer, but it wouldn't work. as it would just be repetitive and i would have to do a bit more searching and fitting for what game suits it all. so i ended up shortening it. still i hope it is enjoyable to you all!!!

here are the sources:

menko

how is menko played?

daruma-san ga koronda

how is daruma-san ga koronda played?

ohajiki

how is ohajiki played?

reader and sukuna's numbers are 46 and 49. together 46 and 49 read something like "yoroshiku" (よろしく) in wordplay which means best regards/please treat me well/nice to meet you and thanks in advance. but in this context, i used please treat me well and best regards.

4 = よ (yo)

The number 4 is pronounced shi or yon, but in wordplay, it's often shortened to yo.

6 = ろ (ro)

The number 6 is pronounced roku, and the ro sound is taken from the beginning.

4 = し (shi)

Again, 4 = shi here.

9 = く (ku)

The number 9 is pronounced kyuu or ku, and ku is used here.

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etherepaar · 11 hours ago

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Consciousness is the only reality.

Let that sink in.

Not your circumstances.

Not what people say.

Only your consciousness is real.

If you understand this truly understand this you’ll stop asking “how do I get it?” and start realizing “I already have it. I am it.”

Let’s break this down:

✧ What is consciousness?

Consciousness is your awareness. Your I AM. The core of who you are before you attach any identity to yourself. Before “I am broke,” “I am beautiful,” “I am unloved,” or “I am powerful,” there is just:

I AM.

It’s not poetic. It’s literal. You are pure awareness. And whatever you place after “I am” becomes your reality.

The inner knowing becomes law. The outer world has no choice but to follow the inner command.

✧ You are not trying to create, you’re selecting.

There are infinite versions of you. You, rich. You, healthy. You, adored. You, successful. You, glowing. You, with your SP. You, living the dream.

You don’t “get there” by force. You don’t have to earn it or chase it or wait for signs.

You get there by conscious alignment you shift your awareness to the version of you who already has it.

Not hoping. Not wishing. Not checking the 3D.

You become aware of it. You assume it. It's done

✧ Consciousness manifests. Always.

Every single thing in your life right now is a reflection of a state you once occupied. Even if it was unconscious.

This is not to blame yourself. This is to empower you.

If you created this reality with unconscious assumptions… imagine what happens when you consciously choose your assumptions.

“I am chosen.”

“I am loved.”

“Everything is working in my favor.”

Say it. Persist in it.

The 3D is a mirror. It’s showing you what you were aware of before.

Your job isn’t to manipulate the 3D.

Your job is to maintain the assumption.

✧ Choose your state, and live from it.

Every moment, you are in a state. A state of lack or a state of fulfillment. A state of love or a state of fear. You shift states all day long mostly unconsciously.

But the moment you decide, “I am now the version of me who has it all,” and you persist in that state, everything else begins to align.

Live from it. Think from it. Speak from it.

Not “I hope I get it.”

But “I already have it. It’s mine. I am it.”

✧ You are not separate from your desires.

This is where most people get tripped up. They see their desire as over there, and themselves as here. But that’s not how consciousness works. There is no separation.

If you can imagine it, you can have it. You already have it in consciousness. And what you have in consciousness, the 3D must reflect.

So when you imagine having your dream life you’re not making it up. You’re accessing a real dimension that already exists.

You’re not a beggar in this game. You are the source.

✧ Final truth? You’re not here to “get” things. You’re here to remember who you are.

You are not a small, limited human waiting for life to favor you. You are life. You are God. You are the operant power.

Nothing is outside of you.

Not your SP.

Not your money.

Not your health.

Not your dream house.

Not your dream life.

It’s all within your awareness.

And the moment you accept it as yours and persist in that knowing it has no choice but to show up.

Because…

> Consciousness is the only reality. And you are that consciousness.

Start acting like it.

Start remembering it.

Start choosing from it.

You don’t need to wait anymore.

It’s already yours.

I know it’s been a while since i posted, school started and senior year is already keeping me busy arghhh😭 but i promise i’ll be posting more soon <3 thank you for sticking around mwah.

- etherepaar

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My success story (fucking finally)

I’ve been using your lucid dreaming challenge, and couple of days ago, I had another lucid dream. I used both the MOAB and SSILD methods you provided, and I also created my own subliminal using CapCut AI and YouTube modifier.

In the dream, I was being chased by a killer. That’s usual tbh, my dreams are usually nightmares. In the dream I was climbing buildings, even though I’m terrified of heights and not a climber at all. So I became lucid. I realized the whole thing was just a dream because I can’t climb lol and in that moment I had that awareness, I slipped and began to fall. Out of nowhere, this bird thing appeared. It caught me mid-air and saved me. I remember spinning in circles quickly on purpose, to stabilize myself so I wouldn’t wake up like you said. As I was spinning, I looked at the creature thing and said pls, take me to my guardian angel and it did.

It brought me to a woman who had long blonde hair, wings, and a godly presence. She was beautiful. Her name was Helena. I don’t know if she’s really my guardian angel or if I created her in the dream, but either way idgaf but she felt familiar. She told me she’s been watching over me. I asked her to make the dream more beautiful, and instantly, the entire scene changed. She created colors I’ve never seen before shades that don’t even exist in waking life. It looked like a rainbow field, but more cosmic and way more surreal.

Then I asked her to Please, help stop my suffering. Even if I don’t shift right now, please wake me up in a reality where I don’t feel this way anymore, so I can finally focus on my journey She said okay and right after that, I fell off the bird and woke up.

Then i had another false awakening. I knew immediately that I was still dreaming. It was a false awakening, and I could tell unlike the first few times this happened to me. In this dream version of my room, my mom had a lottery ticket. It was dated March 2025. In the dream, it was the winning ticket and then I remembered Neville Goddard’s story about dramatizing the wish fulfilled in a lucid dream and waking up holding the physical item from your dream. So in my false awakening, I decided to do the same. I held onto the ticket tightly and laid back down in the dream bed still holding it as if I were going to sleep with it in my hand so I could wake up with it in real life.

I still can’t believe it actually worked. I woke up with the lottery ticket in real fucking life. It was a real, physical ticket and not just any ticket, but one dated from March like in the dream. I showed it to my mom, and told her it was one of her old ones I forgot to check and she told me to go ahead and check it, just in case. Honestly, I didn’t think anything would come of it. It felt too wild to be real. But it was the winning ticket.

It was a large amount. I won’t say the exact number because I know you can trace things like that online, but just know it’s enough that I don’t have to work. At all. My parents even texted me that morning telling me to just go get my master’s degree, which is literally all I wanted. I didn’t want luxury or fame or anything wildI just wanted time. I wanted freedom. I wanted to not suffer and stress about surviving while trying to shift. the craziest part is that same night, I went to bed and woke up in my dream life. I didn’t even use a method. Just knowing I had money now was enough to trigger the shift I had been chasing for years. And when I say years, I mean it. I’ve been trying to shift since 2016, even before I knew what shifting actually was. I didn’t have the language back then, hut I knew I wanted to explore realities and be apart fk books and movies I’ve been watching and reading. I’ve been consciously trying since probably since 2022 and now, it finally happened.

I had a detailed list of everything I ever wanted down to the tiniest details and I’m still in shock because it all manifested and even more than I asked for. I revised my family dynamic, I revised my appearance, my mental state, my location, my lifestyle, my confidence, and my bank account. I copied Jay @heliosoll and I created my own WR to be my “home reality”and now it’s where I spawn anytime I die in places I will shift to. I manifested everything I wanted. It’s actually overwhelming in the best way. I’m not even going to list it all because it would take forever, but I no longer have anxiety. I no longer struggle with depression. My parents, who used to be strict, emotionally distant, and dismissive like a lot of traditional African parents are now revised to be loving, emotionally present, supportive, and woke. I’m so gorgeous now. And I have real friends and so many of the when before, I was just mid (and very insecure) and surrounded by fake people who only kept me around to feel better about themselves. They just wanted someone to compare themselves to, someone to use for easy validation.

Now I have hobbies, passions, and interests that actually make me happy. Before, my only “hobby” was honestly just surviving my depression. Now I will read, l paint, cook, Work out, journal, write, and travel. My house is clean, spacious, and beautiful. Before it was small, cluttered, and dark. honestly, I used to think it was haunted. I have pets now, even though I used to be allergic. I have so much money like real, life-changing money. Generational wealth level even more than the lottery and I’m already thinking of what kind of business I want to start. I’m leaning toward something luxurious maybe creating my own high-end purse line or maybe something more scalable and simple like e-commerce. I don’t know yet, but I finally have the time, resources, and peace of mind to explore it. Right now, I don’t want a boyfriend But when I am ready, I’ll be manifesting someone tall, rich, attractive, and deeply in love with me. A respectful simp with range, loyalty, and no ego issues. Someone emotionally intelligent and obsessed with me, in the healthiest way.

I even left a few things open-ended, just to let the universe surprise me. For example, I didn’t script a specific car model I just asked for something beautiful and rare. I ended up with a matte black Bentley Bentayga, fully wrapped in metallic lavender detailing with a custom interior from Mansory. It literally looks like a concept car. We also have a yatch and it’s a Sunseeker 100 Yacht I didn’t even know what that was 2 days ago!

But yea….First of all, I want to thank myself, you, and @gorgeouslypink even though, at one point, I genuinely thought you two were the same person. Sorry about that. And also, thank you to @sugarcoatedcherry . You guys really helped me stay focused and hopeful.

I wasn’t even going to post this because im not gonna lie I hate this app sometimes. The drama, the performative advice, the endless paragraphs of recycled nonsense… it made me want to log off for good. But I promised a few friends I’d share what actually worked for me, especially on here and Tumblr, because there were some genuinely helpful people who kept it real.

So here’s what I did one last timefor the girls and gays:

1. I made my own subliminal.

I used CapCut and layered my affirmations over this sound:

https://youtu.be/60o-pNwOmCE?si=KmE52FM6eb_hziL3

To create the affirmations, I took all my doubts and anxieties and put them into AI and asked it to reframe those fears into positive, subconscious-language affirmations. Then, I recorded them in my own voice, because your subconscious responds more deeply to your own tone and rhythm.

2. I used the MOAB sub in the morning and then I listened to my subliminal all day and night

3. I ordered galantamine.

It was supposed to arrive that day, but clearly… I didn’t even need it, LOL. That said, I did research it, and I’ve heard great things especially for lucid dream induction. It just takes forever to ship.

4. I went to bed with a clear intention and naturally woke up around 4 a.m. and did SSILD, super lazily.

5. I read @charmedreincarnation post about dream character control.

This was a game-changer for me. One of my biggest struggles used to be chaos in my dreams characters acting wild, not listening, or turning on me. That post explained how to keep dream characters in line and reminded me that it’s my reality. My rules. Keeping things emotionally stable in the dream really helped me shift with clarity.

Thats it, either way, I’m free. And so are you. I won’t be answering DMs. I’m not even planning to post on my account anymore. I’m choosing to finally leave and live my life now. I really believe that using my own voice for my subliminal was the key that changed everything for me.

My only advice is this a lot of people on here are stuck. They argue over methods, obsess over drama, and waste time fighting on Tumblr instead of actually shifting. Stay far away from that energy. Focus on your life lol. Focus on your self. And don’t fear the world. With shifting, you’re no longer bound by it. When your consciousness is aligned, nothing outside of you can control your experience. That’s the real freedom.

Hey sorry I just saw this but idk if it will post bc the format is too long but that dream sounds wild, and now I’m seriously intrigued by the Neville Goddard lucid dreaming method. I’ve never tried it before, but I’m definitely interested now. I’ve also used the Hemi-Sync theta waves and I 100% recommend it. It works incredibly . I’m so happy the lottery win ended up being a gateway to something even bigger: stepping into your dream life.

I’m so happy for you!!!you truly deserve all your success. The commitment and patience you showed throughout the process is such great part of every success story. It’s always inspiring to see someone stay dedicated and trust the timing. Wishing this and so much more to everyone on their own journey. Thank you for sharing all the details it was inspiring to say the least and I’m going to try some of these techniques myself!

#lucid dreaming #sucess story #manifesation

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