#i’ll draw him better next time gamers

[small-spark-of-light]

whiteboard doodles i did with my finger on my phone

i forgot what capitans hat looks like

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 ♡

Pure Relaxation

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Jongho kept losing over and over again. Becoming increasingly more frustrated as time passes, it's a good thing you are here to help him cool off.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  703

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff. Gamer Au.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Boyfriend!Jongho x Girlfriend!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Edging. Swearing. Such sweet intimacy. Sleepy sex. Jongho lowkey takes his frustration out on the reader in the form on cock warming hehe.

Thank you, @deathbyyeekies , for requesting Jongho for this day ♡♡♡.

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This was a terrible idea… Actually, scratch that, it was a sinisterly great idea, and holy shit were you internally screaming at Jongho for suggesting such an idea. He had always said that he wanted to try to be more physically intimate since he is not the one to normally show physical affection. And you being a touch-starved person, how could you ever deny the touch of your lover? He was sitting in his room on his gaming chair. He and the others were all playing a new game for game night, and Jongho suggested you come cuddle him while he plays.

At first, it seemed innocent. You were koala hugging him, with your legs sitting bent either side of him. Every now and again, you felt him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug or draw shapes along your spine. You were in complete bliss, even tempting to fall asleep. But when it was like a switch went off and Jongho. He kept losing the stupid game, huffing out every time he saw the red killed banner. He was getting frustrated as the moments passed and needed something to help him cool down…

Or someone.

“Come on baby, before they start complaining I’m not back yet.” Jongho had told the others that he was just going to the bathroom for a moment so he could mute and help you prepare for him. His fingers were deep inside you as he whispered nothing but sweet things in your ear. You were a whining mess, wanting so badly to come undone all over his fingers. “Such a god girl.”

“J-Jong.” Your grinding hips start to stutter, getting yourself tip over the edge. You came hard, feeling your liquids pool around your lover's fingers. He wasted no time in pulling them out and placing them in his mouth. He hummed at the taste wanting nothing more than to sit here for hours and fuck you, but instead, he promised to play this stupid game he doesn’t even want to play.

“Now for the fun part, Honey.” he gripped his cock, stroking himself painfully slow before using his other hand to help you sit up so his tip was pushing against your dripping wet entrance. “Come on baby, take a seat.”

You sank down onto his thick dick, feeling him fill you up deliciously. Your hips automatically start to grind, but his hands suddenly grip your hips tightly, stopping you. Your eyes snap open to look at him, seeing his features were painted with a frustrated but sternness You sighed, silently apologizing, leaning down to press your body against his, laying your head on his board chest. His fingers rake up your naked form, calming you down before he groans “Don’t worry I’ll fuck up later.”

And so the hour begins, trying to sit still, and not grind against him and every time he lost you felt your cock twitch inside you, making you feel like you were going to combust. He wasn’t any better, every time he got angry he’d trust upwards into you so he could calm himself and it partially worked, but now all he wanted to do was fuck you into next week.

But once the next hour passed and then another a different form of desire began to brew. A need for intimacy. You were falling asleep, feeling a wave of comfort and peacefulness being so close to Jongho. You felt safe from him being nestled deep inside you. It was like your heart was opened to him and his, for you. Even after you fell deep asleep and he was done with his game. Neither of you wanted to move.

But to save yourselves from aching muscles later, Jongho picked you up, slipping out of you for only a moment before laying you down on the bed where he could let you cuddle up next to him while he sank back into you. No words were spoken, no eye contact was present. Your bodies did all the talking, and as your limbs tangled around one another, you both knew this would become one of your favourite things to do

- ♥︎

[therainroguefanfiction]

A Competitive Streak (Murayama Yoshiki) [TBB]

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[ You hit G3 by selecting Gaming/Gamer, awarding you with 616 words! ]

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 616

Pairing: Reader x Murayama

World: High&Low

Prompt: Gaming/Gamer

Notes: Ahh the lack of high quality images for this series really hurts I hate it ;_;) I hope I did your idea justice, I enjoyed this one hehe

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One thing you and your boyfriend loved to do was spent an afternoon together on the couch, playing games until neither of you could keep your eyes open. To you, it was the best part of your day and to him, it was something he held in his heart, drawing strength from during tough fights. It wasn't always an enjoyable experience for Murayama, though. You were insanely competitive when it came to gaming but you weren't stupid. You knew how upset he could get when your competitive streak ran wild, so you often held yourself back, just wanting to keep your boyfriend happy. He deserved to be happy so, even though it hurt your pride, you were okay losing.

Sometimes, you just couldn't hold yourself back. This was especially true if you had a bad day. Gaming was a release for you, a way to get out all of your stress and frustration by destroying NPCs in various ways. You were fired up, concentrated completely on the video game in front of you.

And Murayama didn't like it.

He frowned, eyes flickering to you every few seconds. Not only were you kicking his ass in the game, but you also weren't even sparing him a glance. He felt invisible which made him feel even more frustrated. He knew you got this way sometimes, but he hated it. This time was supposed to be spent together, but even though you're right next to him, he felt as if he were playing alone. With a huff, he tossed the controller to the side, sliding down and crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to see just how long it would take for you to notice that he wasn't even playing anymore. To his displeasure, it took nearly ten minutes before you finally looked at him, a confused expression on your face.

"What's wrong? Did the controller die?"

He huffed, keeping his eyes on the screen.

You frowned, glancing at the TV before returning your gaze to your boyfriend. You had done it again, you realized, beating him in every single round and not even taking a moment to tease him. You scolded yourself before setting the controller down, angling your body so you were facing him. "I'm sorry, baby~"

He clicked his tongue, turning his face away from you.

Your hand found its place in his messy locks, gently running your fingers through them just as you knew he liked. "Shiki, don't ignore me, I'm sorry."

"Why not? You've been ignoring me."

"I didn't mean to." Your frown deepened and you moved closer, wrapping your arms around his upper body, letting your hand rest over his heart. "Yoshiki, my love, my heart, my soul. I would never ignore you on purpose, I'm sorry. Today was just... rough for me."

Murayama frowned. He knew you probably had, but hearing you say it, and with such a tired tone, made his heart ache. He slowly turned, dark eyes meeting yours. "Will you make it up to me?"

Your lips tugged up into a smile, brushing the bangs from his eyes. "Of course. I'll do anything you ask until you feel better."

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes before he launched himself at you, a sound of surprise passing your lips. You were on your back now with Murayama on top of you, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck. His lips were soft against your skin when he spoke. "You're going to cuddle with me until I feel better."

You chuckled, threading your fingers through his hair. "Yes, yes~" You could feel his smile against your neck as he snuggled closer, his arms tight around your body.

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[leroyzboots]

you and i are trying, together.

part one

Benrey's been looking for the opportunity to apologize for...quite some time now, in fact.

Just looking at Gordon and his dripping stump he now has instead of a hand causes his stomach to churn with intense discomfort.

It doesn't help with the nightmares, either.

As if the abuse of the soldiers and the military of Black Mesa constantly swimming in and out of his dreams wasn't bad enough, now they're coupled together with the deep black room where the horror occurred.

They're standing in the mixology lab, Darnold is explaining something to Gordon, when the flashbacks are triggered heavily by a loud bang and mechanical shock from one of the many computers.

Sharp, angry metal poles stick deep into Benrey's neck and fill him with electricity, drawing a long, piercing shriek from his throat that melts into Gordon's rapid wailing.

And then Benrey is crouching on the ground, and the soldier's boot is slamming into his side, crushing and breaking his ribs, and Benrey tastes blood.

He's kneeling in it, the blood pours out from his lips and covers the floor, a massive pool of Gordon's life fluid.

The world is spinning, and Benrey faces Gordon again, and watches as the scientist raises his bloody stump, now transformed into a gun, makes a fist and shoots.

The bullets strike a numbing pain into Benrey's brain, and as Gordon shoves past him, not even sparing him a glance, he expects the daytime nightmare to end.

It doesn't.

Benrey presses his hand to his forehead, the only place the shots entered, and it comes away shaky and covered in wet, sticky red liquid.

Guess that part of it was real.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds out of the lab before the bullets clatter onto the ground and the wound heals.

--

They're barely a few hours out from the Lambda lab when opportunity strikes.

The ground shakes beneath their feet, and Dr. Coomer lets out a little yelp and latches onto Bubby's arm, who grabs onto Tommy's collar as the floor begins to break apart.

Bubby realizes with a horrible jolt that they only have two hands.

The tiles shatter and crumble beneath Gordon's boots, and he grabs at the closest person next to him, which is unfortunately Benrey.

As the hole expands, Benrey catches ahold of the edge of it, and stops himself from falling through, but as Gordon wraps himself around Benrey's pants leg, the combined weight of the man and his HEV suit is too much for one-handed hanging.

They fall.

It's deep, and Benrey tenses as his torso hits the concrete below with a breathtaking amount of force.

Definitely half a dozen broken ribs, a fractured shoulderblade and his spinal cord snaps.

Whatever.

He'll recover.

But Gordon lands feet first, with a sickening crack that causes him to scream and tumble over onto his side.

Benrey heals as quickly as he can, feeling his nerves re-attatch as he forces himself to stand, eyes peering up at the hole they came from.

Tommy's color-splotched face peeks over the edge, so far away that Benrey just barely can make out his features.

"Are you tw-two okay, Mr. Freeman!?" Tommy has to shout the question down at them.

It had to have been a 40, maybe 50 foot drop.

"We're...we'll be fine!" Gordon shouts back upward, his leg clutched between his hands.

"I'll circle around until we find a way back up. Keep...just keep heading to the lab and I'll c-catch up."

"Alrighty, M-Mr. Freeman!"

Tommy's head disappears, and distantly Benrey hears their retreating footsteps.

Gordon winces as he stands and tests his leg, which sticks out at a slightly bent angle near the middle of his shin.

"Dude, it's definitely broken," Benrey notes, and Gordon tenses before making a face of annoyance.

"Right," he groans, "I forgot you're with me."

And Gordon stomps off, far harder than he really should on his leg, and leaves Benrey standing beneath the light shining through the hole.

Sighing, Benrey makes a decision.

He follows, jogging to catch up to Gordon's pace before trailing slightly behind.

--

Gordon is very clearly not doing so hot.

He's limping, and sweating like a stuck pig to the point it's dripping off his nose onto the ground.

Benrey's been watching him carefully, and Gordon....hasn't said a word to him since the beginning.

He's leaned up against Benrey a few times on accident, but not a single sound has been in his general direction.

It's when Gordon stumbles over a fallen chair and whimpers from the pain that Benrey breaks the silence.

"Dammit, man. Alright. Sit down, dude, please?"

Gordon turns, scowling, but the exhaustion on his face is showing.

"Why do you care?"

Benrey pauses.

He could lie, of course, make something up or tell a joke to get Gordon to sit.

But he wants to apologize, and starting it out with a lie isn't..something Benrey wants to do.

So he tells the truth, even if it is hard for him to say it.

"Because I care about you, and we're friends, man. Sit down?"

Gordon scoffs, turning around all the way, and slipping slightly with his broken shin.

"We are not friends, not after you so-sold me out to the fuckin. Boot boys, the soldiers!"

He's not thinking straight, the pain alone is causing Gordon to reach incoherence.

"Yeah, well you led the soldiers to us!"

Gordon opens his mouth to retort, but Benrey cuts him off, barreling onward.

"I wasn't fucking. Angry, like Bubby was, but the dude doesn't know his damn limits, 'aight? So. Had to jump in, you know? Thought it'd be uhhh, funny little prank. Like all, surprise!"

Benrey waves his hands in place, stopping only to take a breath before continuing.

"Well, it didn't work how either of us wanted. They. They uhh."

Blood, his blood is on Benrey's hands and knees.

"They cut your damn hand off. It just..just...they cut it off like butter! Ha, ha haha, butter...and it-it was so much blood and..."

Benrey gulps, and he almost chokes as he loudly mutters the next few words.

"I thought. Thought I'd killed you, you know? Gordo, I th-thought you were dead."

He struggles, and a high pitch of navy blue sweet voice hangs in the air for a second before Benrey goes on, after another deep breath.

"Gordon, I'm really sorry. I know that. That I'm not always your gamer buddy, but I'm sorry. So if you could just fucking sit down, so I can stop watching you die, that'd be fantastic."

Gordon stares, his mouth open just a little, before he sits down, a small groan escaping him as the pressure comes off his leg.

Benrey lets out a sigh of relief, before heading back a little ways to grab the bandages from the medkit on the wall.

Crouching around the chair Gordon stumbled over, he snaps off the middle support piece and tests the sturdiness.

Gordon glances up as Benrey steps over to him, the sweat wiped away and his eyes a more gentle gaze than before.

Benrey kneels, and gingerly works off the protective plate of Gordon's boot before he looks up again, the chair beam in his left hand and the bandages in the other.

"I'm gonna uh. Set the bone. Homemade splint, you know? Tommy. Tommy, he taught me how to do this a long time ago."

Benrey pushes the beam gently against the other's shin, wrapping it down with the bandage near the bottom.

"It's. Gonna hurt, but uhh. S'gonna feel better and you'll be able to put p-pressure on it again."

Gordon takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes as Benrey pushes down hard.

The bone snaps back into place, and Gordon cries out through gritted teeth, but it's over quick and the pain is lessened by a great amount as the security guard before him wraps the entirety of his leg up to his knee.

"There. You should still uh. Rest a bit. Imma lay down."

Benrey gets to his feet, and starts to walk away, but Gordon reaches out and grabs ahold of his pants, stopping him for a second.

".....Thank you."

Gordon lets go, and leans back against the wall and closes his eyes.

Benrey stays in place, watching him carefully until he falls asleep, before sidling down a little ways off to keep watch.

--

Things are definitely better between the two of them after that.

When Gordon wakes up, he's much friendlier to Benrey, without any real hostility.

Honestly? Gordon's glad.

His relationship with Benrey had always been a bit complicated.

Sure, before, Benrey was annoying as hell, but he always made Gordon laugh.

He was nice, someone Gordon's own age for once, and if not someone who he could confide in, a friend.

But then, the soldiers have him, and the pain in his arm is excruciating, and everything Benrey did or does suddenly isn't so comforting.

Convinced Benrey's jokes were meant to demean him, his casual touches and close contact deception, Gordon turned and just kinda.

Let Benrey have the short end of the stick.

But earlier...Benrey tells him he cares, that Gordon's life was always in his best interests, and that they were and still are, friends.

So, it feels good to no longer make Benrey the target of his affliction.

Gordon's about to suggest looking for a vending machine, for some food, when creatures round the corner and attack.

Gordon whips out his gun hand and fires, and vaguely to his right, pistol shots ring off the walls.

The peeper puppies, as Dr. Coomer had called them, bound away from the bullets and circle the pair, releasing their sonic barks and baring their open mouths filled with jagged teeth.

Gordon steps backward, holding his gun hand close to his face to blow cool air on the barrel, the metal radiating pure heat.

Benrey bumps against Gordon's back, hastily re-loading his gun, his face screwed up in careful precision.

But then he turns, and gives Gordon a strained little smile.

A little puddle of happiness forms in Gordon's stomach before the soldiers kick open the underground doors and shoot before they aim.

Gordon finishes off the peeper puppy, then stumbles and shifts his line of fire towards the soldiers.

It's a messy fight, with Gordon constantly limping on his wounded leg, and both sides being attacked by alien creatures.

Gordon's never really seen Benrey fight before, so watching him is definitely an experience.

The way he acts is familiar.

Gordon glances between the reloading gunman ahead of him and Benrey behind him.

The way their hands move over the bullet cartridges, the way both of them hit the side of it with their palm when they're about to reload.

Benrey was trained by the same soldiers shooting at him now.

But the way that they handle guns is the only similarity, because while the military of Black Mesa are ruthless and cruel, Benrey is his own, merciful person.

Gordon fires the last few rounds of his hand before it has to cool down, and thankfully the last soldier drops to the floor.

Benrey is breathing heavily, wiping sweat from underneath his helmet visor, when he pales.

Gordon glances down as something rolls from the soldiers hand to his feet.

A grenade.

Gordon doesn't even have time to react before Benrey lunges, scooping the explosive into his hands and clutching it close to his chest, practically rolling across the ground until he's a good twenty or so feet from Gordon.

He looks back, catching Gordon's eye, and explodes.

Shrapnel bursts from the walls and cracks the paint, debris scatters all around the site and lands in the scientists' hair, who is kneeled over coughing from the dust, his eyes searching the room.

Gordon doesn't want to be alone again, he hates being alone, he hates it.

He turns, ready to head back, and then Gordon wants to vomit.

Benrey staggers, halfway through the revival-respawning process, clearly not wanting to leave Gordon too long.

But dear god.

Half of his body is still skeletal, his entire left side is just an open orifice of bones and muscle.

The bones in Benrey's legs snap together, muscle forming overtop them, before flesh and clothing crawl down to form a whole.

His leg hits solid ground, and it has to be partially startling because Benrey lurches forward, and brain matter slops out of the empty eye socket onto the floor before it vanishes.

His neck cracks, and his head moves jerkily as skin reforms over his jaw and teeth, Benrey's one green eye spinning wildly in place before the tired lid creeps back to hold it still.

A few more disgusting crunches and Benrey is back to normal, passing Gordon now, casually placing his gun back into its holster and moving on.

Gordon blinks a few times, holding back his revulsion for a moment, before chasing after him, through the doorframe into a poorly lit hallway.

"Woah, woah woah man, slow down."

Benrey stops, turning and raising an eyebrow.

Gordon points through the doorframe they came through, gesturing helplessly.

"What. What the actual hell, was that?? You...just, what??"

Benrey blinks, as though he is completely clueless.

He just might be.

"You...you died for me," Gordon finishes, a little quieter than he meant to.

"Uhhh, yeah? Isn't that what friends do?"

Benrey grins as if it's a joke, and Gordon feels the surge of irritation, but also something else he can't quite put his finger on.

"No, it is not something friends do. We do not die randomly for people."

"Yeah. Uh, you do if one of em' can't die. Then it doesn't count, idiot," Benrey says all this casually, in his own, joking around style, but Gordon pauses.

He leans forward, and adopts his casually pleasant expression, but delivers his next question with the tone one would use for a ceremony or a funeral.

"So what happens when I decide to die for you, huh?"

Benrey turns, the smirk still on his face, and opens his mouth to respond with another joke when he stops, eyes wide.

Gordon's....entirely serious.

It surprised him too, but. After the leg wrapping and the grenade stunt, Gordon is. Plenty shocked but pleasantly surprised at how willing he'd be to die for Benrey.

He expects some kind of rebuke, but instead Benrey.

Blushes?

A deep flush goes across his cheeks and his eyes dart away from Gordon's, mumbling under his breath all the while.

Gordon wonders for a second if maybe Benrey's previously irritating teasing had been something else, before he sets off after the guard, a warming smile on his face.

--

Tommy had lied- of course he lied, he had to lie- when he told Mr. Freeman that he couldn't handle a gun.

How else was he supposed to explain without melting the poor man's brain that he was actually an incredibly talented shot, not because of military training, but because he could control the metal?

How was he supposed to explain that through sheer mental prowess, he could morph and create the bullets to go in any direction he wished, never running out of ammo because he could simply will the ammunition into existence?

He didn't want to scare Mr. Freeman away.

Tommy hurries after the Coomers, his long legs easily making distance across the lit hallways of Black Mesa.

Having just emerged from a scuffle with aliens, they were all on edge, wary.

The three hadn't been traveling long, only a couple hours, but worry had already crept down their throats.

Surprisingly, Bubby voices his concern first.

"Do you think they'll get along all right?" They quip, mostly to Harold and himself but to Tommy as well.

"Oh, I'm certain Gordon will make it out just fine," Dr. Coomer replies, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly as a stim.

"And Benrey certainly has always survived whatever Death's thrown his way!"

Bubby nods, but the ends of their mouth turn down with a crease, and he turns to Tommy, who understands their message perfectly.

"Y-yes, Mr. Coomer but! Gordon and Ben-Benrey don't get along together very well."

Anxious, Tommy absentmindedly pulls a spare Beyblade from his pocket and fiddles with the wheels, the soft whir of the toy is calming.

"I'm worried, um, I'm worried! A-about whether they'll m-manage to...to cooperate long enough to survive together."

Dr. Coomer chortles, but the nervous look behind his eyes betrays him.

Bubby shrugs, airing out his still heated hands before speaking.

"Who knows? Maybe they'll work it out and that dumbass will finally tell Gordon how he feels."

Tommy pauses, his mouth puckered.

"Y-you know about Benrey and-and Mr. Freeman?"

"Of course I know, everyone with a damn brain knows," Bubby snorts, then falls short noticing the look on Tommy's face.

"Then you know the kind of trouble th-they're going to walk into."

"Yes," Dr. Coomer sighs, taking Bubby's hand tenderly; "we unfortunately do."

--

Benrey's gotta get those feelings under some goddamn control, because if he doesn't, then.

Game over, you know?

Gordon doesn't seem to understand what he does to Benrey, but it's driving him crazy.

That little thing he pulled back there?

It doesn't help, idiot. Only makes him fall for him more.

But they're both in a good mood, making some distance between them and the last time they saw the soldiers.

It's around midnight by now, and Benrey is ready to go back to sleep.

"Hey, come check this thing out!"

Gordon's excited yell shakes Benrey out of his sleepy stupor, and he hurries over to where Gordon is poking around inside of a barely-lit room, the door frame busted off its hinges in order to access the inside.

Benrey pokes his head in, and his heart slides all the way into his stomach with a horrendous lurch.

This is the room.

He hasn't been here in maybe six, seven or so years, but everything is the same as he left it.

The tube shattered, still connected to the ceiling and floor, the plaque bearing his subject number stubbornly.

The tables, bolted to the floor.

The papers, scattered and ripped, the shelves tipped over and splintered beyond saving.

"What do you think happened here?" Gordon asks, kneeling by the tube in examination of something long discarded on the floor.

Running his hands over the metal table, fingers brushing the shackles, the memories return to Benrey.

Shock collars. Sweet voice tests, hours or days or weeks locked in his tube, sick of breathing the containment fluid.

"I...I know what happened here."

"Er, what? I'm sorry?"

Gordon looks heavily confused, and reluctantly, as if this place will never let him go, Benrey lets go of the chains and shuffles over to the tube.

Taking off his badge, he holds it up to the tube plaque, both bearing the same text.

B3_NY

#7037

Gordon stares, his eyes wide, before turning to the guard.

"I thought that was like, your serial number. They...they made you here?"

Benrey swallows his anger, tossing the badge to the ground and going through the next door.

"They did more than just make me."

It's all still there.

The room is lit only from above, with a dim lightbulb buzzing meekly in its socket.

The long metal bed sits in the center, almost beckoning to Benrey with omnicity.

One of the only scars Benrey has, the precise incision made jagged by struggle, prickles on his back at the sight of it.

He just stands, biting back tears as Gordon goes around the room, looking through boxes, his scientific curiosity never satisfied, until he finds something.

He's not looking, Benrey is not looking at whatever Gordon has clutched in his fist.

In his hurry to get out of this awful room, he slams into the metal table, pushing it into the wall with a reverberating crash.

Benrey drops to the ground outside, shaking and clutching his helmet, with shuddery sobs echoing around him.

He's trying to shut out the memories, but the knives are in his back and Gordon's blood is on his hands and the lightning is in his skull and it's all so terrifyingly loud.

It's a few minutes before Gordon comes back out into the hall.

Benrey goes rigid as Gordon sits down beside him, but he makes no effort to push the subject.

Benrey relaxes, just a little, lowering his hands and leaning against the wall.

A heavy warmth wraps around his hand, and as the guard looks down, he realizes Gordon's hand is on top of his right.

Gordon is purposefully not looking at him.

Heart in his throat, Benrey slowly turns his hand palm upward, and Gordon laces their fingers together.

They're holding hands.

They're holding hands and Gordon looks a little sheepish, but he's smiling fondly and his cheeks are flushed.

Benrey stares, and then cautiously leans into Gordon's shoulder, his helmet clunking quietly against the plate of the HEV suit.

Gordon doesn't let go, and Benrey falls asleep tucked close to his warmth and their hands clasped together.

[kookie-doughs]

Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 25: Reason

With Kenma being in the other room due to his negligence for his work, you were left alone in the living room scrolling through your phone. 

The combination of all sorts of emotions going on wasn't going to do the blond in the other room good when you saw the post that the game was going to get released soon.

A gasp escaped your mouth when you saw the post. You felt ecstatic about your game being released, then sentimental that the game you and your crew worked hard on was finally done, then depressed that your done with your break and now had to be enslaved to continuing your unfinished mangas.You were emotional, your lips trembled at the thought you had to leave Kenma and go back to sleepless nights alone while drawing 24/7. A sob escaped your mouth as you whined.

"Kenmaaaaa!" You cried.

Panicked, he ran out of the room, "Are you ok?" He asked seeing how you were crying at your seat, your phone on the ground.

Like a child asking to picked up you extended your arms opening and closed your hands. "Kenmaaa..."

"I was about to stream..." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. But seeing your drenched face he knew you won't shut up unless he does what you want so he gave up on that thought.

The moment he came close you, you clung to him like a koala. 

He turned to where you sat and it confirmed his suspicion on why you're an emotional baby. "I'll have to get rid of that somehow. And you have to clean up. Go to the bathroom, I'll swing by the convenience store."  

The lazy boy promised to clean the couch tomorrow so he went in front of the bathroom door and knocked.

“I didn’t know which you use so I just got one of each. I’ll leave them here I’ll be in the recording room if you’re done.”

A muffled call of his name came from the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

”Thank you.”

Kenma was taken a back and gave a ghost smile that the girl didn’t see. “Whatever.” Not that he’d admit.

Just as he said, he went to the recording room and booted the PPM. He was now debating whether to stream the gameplay or should he just play on his own.

Which was kinda answered when Y/N in new bottoms, went in and sat on Kenma’s lap putting each her legs on the sides whilst burying her face on the boy’s chest.

Ever since she decided to not leave after her injury, Kenma had changed his chair to an office one since she often does this and the gamer chair didn’t have any space for her legs to be on Kenma’s sides.

“Didn’t I say I was going to stream?” 

Not answering and only squeezing him, Kenma answered the question he had. He played the game while she did whatever she wanted without moving from her spot, which was tracing the wrinkles on his shirt and occasionally looking at his game.

“I’ll be busy after the game.” She finally said.

“Hmm?” 

“I have 2 manga ongoing. Both was put on hold until I finish the game. And now the game’s done, I’ll be busy.”

“Are you telling me not to send the report on the game so you don’t have to finish your manga?”

She shook her head, “No, it’s just... when the game is done, I’ll be busy and we won’t see each other anymore.” She paused, “We won’t have any reason to see each other, have time to see each other...”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” She asked finally lifting her head.

Kenma paused his game looked at the girl on his lap. “Why won’t we have any reason?”

“We’re only together because of the game...”

“Who says?” Not waiting for her reply he continued, “What made you think I let you stay here because of the game? Are you stupid?”

“W-Why do you let me stay then?”

“...You are an idiot. I forgot. I’m pretty sure I’ve made my feeling quite clear.”

A blush was now forming on the girl’s cheeks but she didn’t hide it. She looked at Kenma straight in the eyes. Neither talking nor moving, they just stared at each other.

“Ahhh!” You were the first one to break eye contact. “Fuck it!!” Of course you were also the first one to act on the tension between you and pulled him in for a kiss.

He almost immediately moved his hand to your nape and lower back to pull you closer. Your hands were playing with Kenma’s hair.

“You know I hate verbally saying how I feel unless it’s a negative one... but... yeah, I like you now...”

A squeak came from you as you practically bash your face on his chest.

“That’s a not romantic way to ask someone. I hate it but I really like you so it cancels out.”

“Well, how am I supposed to ask you out?”

“I-I don’t know! Ask google!!! Don’t be dull!”

“Can’t I just ask you now? There’ll be no difference.”

“I want it before the game’s out!” You yelled at his chest. “You better make it really cute or something...” 

“You’re really troublesome...” Kenma sighed then ran his fingers through your hair. “Fine. I’ll think of something before the release.”

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so ye :>

The one I wrote wasn’t saved so i had to think of a story in the last moment and this was what i came up since I forgot what the initial draft i had was.

-kookie-doughs

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[ktheist]

side story 1 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ warnings. implied smut

➙ synopsis.

“you look endearing when you’re half-asleep.”

“how bout a kiss... and some morning sex?”

x

“wakey wakey eggs and bakey.”

you would think another you morphed out of your subconscience and started making breakfast in your kitchen and then proceeded to wake you up with those words.

well, if not for the fact that subconscience-you must have smoked at least 20 packets already after morphing into existence because the voice you hear is an octave too deep and has a sort of masculinity that even your sleepiness can’t overshadow.

you’re forced to pry your eyelids open, noticing the silhouette of a man walking waltzing past the bed and to the windows before nimble fingers pulling the cords down and letting golden rays pour over the red oak floor.

“five more minutes, jinnie,” you grumble, pulling the covers over your head once you’ve confirmed the person walking around in the room and saying a you-like phrase isn’t some clone that talks like you.

though, they say you start mimicking phrases and habits of the person you love.

the bed dips a few seconds later.

“the pancakes are gonna get cold,” his voice sounds muted under the covers.

“i thought we’re having eggs and bakey?” you push the covers down, glancing over at him with a pout.

seokjin chuckles, fingerpad pushing out your hair from your face, “if you promise to get up, i’ll make some for you.”

“but it’s so early, come back to bed,” you tug on his thumb which takes your whole hand to fully grasp.

“i have work and if you don’t get up now, taehyung’s gonna barge in and get disappointed when he doesn’t catch us having sex,” seokjin wiggles his hand, making yours move too just as you’re about to close your eyes again.

“he’s so fucking annoying, what is he? your mom?” you grumble, finally giving up on sleep and releasing his thumb before opting to stretch your arms over your head.

“he’s your best friend,” his tone should sound more accusing than it does as he boops your nose, a series of chuckles falling from his mouth.

“can we though?” you tilt your head just the slightest bit, one laying above your head, the other stretched over the empty spot that seokjin left.

“can we what?” he asks, as if he doesn’t have the slightest idea. wide eyed and raised brows and all.

“you know,” with one swift movement, you’re laying on your side, facing him, hand snaking from underneath the covers and onto his thigh.

he blinks, an amused yet curious smile on playing on his lips.

and that’s the thing about kim seokjin. he’s an awfully good actor that you don’t know if you should ruin the moment with your nonexistent morning wood or if you should close your legs like you’re prepared to devote yourself to god just for this morning.

the kiss on your forehead breaks you from your reverie. you think your heart quite literally stops. your cheeks going warm as you gaze up at your boyfriend that amused smile curving into the softest, heartwarming smile you’ve ever seen.

“you’re very endearing when you’re half-asleep.”

you think you hear something snapping.

perhaps your sanity.

hands reaching up to intertwine behind his neck, you pull him down while pushing yourself up and hooking your leg over his hip. before you know it, he’s laying beneath you, as you cradle his sides. a playful smile blooms on your lips.

if you were half-asleep then, you’re fully awake now.

“how bout a kiss?” your hand slips under his shirt, sparks coursing through your veins as you feel the soft ridges of his abs, “and some morning sex.”

“are you sure you can take it?” a warm hand massages the side of your thigh, “it’s okay if you’re still sore. we barely got any sleep last night.”

at that, you involuntarily bite your lower lip. memories of last night comes flashing at the back of your head like a film. your legs clench to close together at the realization that you’re indeed satisfyingly sore but stop when you realize you’re cradling seokjin’s lap.

“you cooked me breakfast, it’s only right that i show you my gratitude,” you lift yourself up on your knees before lowering yourself on his semi hard self.

the sound of seokjin’s sigh is music to your ears as his eyes draw shut, appreciating your warmth.

but it’s short-lived. a series of hurried padding echoes from the hallway as if someone was running away. as if the devil was on his tail.

“ha!” taehyung bursts into the room, swinging the door open dramatically.

but that ‘gotcha!’ look on his face downturns into disappointment when he sees seokjin with his arm under his head and his other hand holding the phone in his face as he scrolls through something - probably instagram.

you’re stopped dead in your tracks halfway to the door with a towel around your shoulders and an annoyed look on your face.

“the fuck, taehyung?”

“i-” he looks between you and his brother and back to you, as if unconvinced.

but with no other evidence at hand, taehyung lets go of the door handle and takes a step back, as if physically pushed by an invisible force.

“oh good, you’re awake,” he casually says, head nodding at the direction of the- “bathroom’s empty, if you wanna wash up or whatever.”

and with that, he disappears into the hallway to where the kitchen is.

seokjin is the first to let out a relieved sigh, dropping the black screened phone on top of his chest - he couldn’t unlock it because it’s yours. his is laying on the kitchen counter where he left it after checking out the time to see if it was enough sleep-in time for you.

“next time,” you look at your boyfriend with an ‘i told you so’ expression, “we’re fucking at my place.”

granted, dorm rules mandate no guests past 10pm but anywhere is better than being cockblocked every morning by your boyfriend’s annoying brother. 

x

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note. weeeee an impromptu side story

edit. requested by an anonymous for my drabble game but i incorporated it into this side story yay

[obeymebabes]

Hi! Can i request some headcanons about how Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Solomon and Simeon would react if they found out their s!o had a self drawn portrait of them in their notebook? Thank you!

I am assuming you mean they see it whilst in a relationship with MC, so I made it a little different to my previous artist HCs. I hope this is what you meant. 👉🏻👈🏻

If you haven't seen my artist MC headcanons I'll leave them here just in case...

> Brothers <

> Undateables <

Lucifer

After seeing you laid out on his bed drawing one night while he was busy doing paperwork, he curiously asked what you had been drawing.

Watching you smile and tell him "it was a surprise" only made him more curious, but he brushed it off and got back to his work.

When he was finally finished with his work, he got up and made his way over to you, trying to get a peek at the drawing you had been working on for the last few hours.

His eyes lit up when he saw a familiar face across your notebook.

"I am flattered. You really managed to capture the amount of dread in my eyes while doing this work, love."

He smiled, and kissed your forehead softly.

"Maybe you can take the time to draw a better portrait where I'm not so... exhausted. I may even hang it up in my room."

Mammon

He had unintentionally noticed the drawing while going through your notes from school that evening.

"Hey babe is this... me?"

Upon you telling him yes, it was in fact him he blushed, feeling pure joy wash over him.

"You know, this is really good. I bet if we made copies of it people would totally buy it. Especially if I signed it!"

He had a goofy grin on his face when you shook your head to deflect his idea.

"I really love it though, doll. This is the best drawing I've seen from ya yet!"

Scooting up next to you, he gave you a quick kiss before whispering "Ya know, if you want to see my face more all you have to do is ask."

Levi

Taking a momentary break from playing games with your gamer boyfriend, you stopped to pull out your notebook and a pen/pencil.

Levi was too busy focusing on the raid that was currently in effect to notice you sketching him.

A solid 10-15 minutes later when the raid had subsided and he had time to look over at you, he smiled a dorky smile and looked down at the book in your hands.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

With a smile on your face, you held up the portrait of him, looking very relaxed yet focused on his game.

A blush flushed across his face as he reached to pull the notebook away from you for a closer look.

"This is... wow. I didn't know you were this good! I should have you help me design my cosplays from now on. You can draw me in them so I know exactly how I'll look!"

The smile on his face was pure joy.

Setting his controller down, he pulled you closer to him for a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek to show his appreciation.

Satan

Too busy trying to study, he hadn't even noticed you weren't doing the same.

"Darling you do know the only way to pass your classes is to study right?"

The genuine look of concern flashed across his face before peering at what you were doing.

Blush crept up onto his face when he saw himself looking at a portrait of him, with added cat ears as a joke.

"My, that is quite lovely, though you do know it is you who is the kitten, dear.

A smirk appeared on his face as he put his book down.

"Quite a naughty kitten, drawing me with such features. I believe this calls for punishment."

Pulling you in close, breathing on your neck, he grinned as he held you close to him.

Within seconds he started tickling you, getting you to laugh and smile before he stopped, not overdoing it.

"Back to studying now, I'll let you get back to drawing me later if that's what you wish."

Simeon

Accidentally causing you to trip over his cloak in the hallway of RAD, he rushed to your aid.

"I'm so sorry little lamb, are you okay? I hope you aren't injured."

The worry was plastered all over his face.

Making an attempt to help collect your books, he noticed the portrait you had drawn of him in your notebook.

"You drew this hun? It sure is lovely. I've been told before its quite a challenge to capture an angel's beauty, though it seems you've done it with perfection."

He helped you up, still holding onto your hand, giving it a gentle kiss before handing you your books.

"You've been blessed with quite a gift my little lamb. I hope to see more of these beautiful art pieces in the future if that's okay with you."

Solomon

Late night potionmaking was quite the task. With books everywhere, mirroring Satan's room, he tried to search every book he had for the right spell.

Picking up your journal accidentally, he flipped through it, not realizing it was yours until it was too late.

He was in awe when he saw the very detailed and very well done portrait of him in your notebook.

"You didn't use any magic to draw this, did you babe?"

He seriously wasn't convinced.

"There is no way you're this good. You totally used magic. I've never seen something so amazing."

Taking the notebook and holding it up side by side in a mirror he just couldn't help but stare.

"This looks EXACTLY like me! You're sure you aren't a wizard?"

[unproduciblesmackdown]

thanks to doing a few rounds of akinator for winston billions at like 5am last night & the 80th question in one round being abt if your character is in love with someone, i turned to look at the camera like “no,” b/c idk whatever News winston knows of in the finale ep involves rian & while he could be keeping a more personal reaction to himself certainly, we aren’t informed about it, and it’s also a case of like, the material really not trying to touch on him Still crushing on her, such as that he may not actually be doing so, & such as that [who knows why they put that in in the first place if it didn’t matter at all] 

but like also then just moving back an episode at a time it’s like well episode eleven sure he doesn’t need to have like courtlily pledged himself to rian but it’s pretty bold to just hop up & go get laid w/a stranger b/c while your would’ve been Crush is drawing other ppl’s attention by singing, you’re looking elsewhere like oh hello =) & that goes for episode ten as well like really Something like here we are at this party & everyone desires rian carnally, Except winston apparently does not lmao, that point would’ve made a world of sense if they Had actually been the ones peacing out to find some narrative consistency, but ig like the hell with that, it’s nihilism no narrative times, in fact rian gets to stop being A Character X’D but anyways folks lol like winston’s really just like “hi gamers, remember how we were talking about my interest lately” (& everyone goes “die” about it like sorry guy) when it might otherwise be prime time to try to stick to rian or at least have a moment like the 5x05 soiree & make a vague pass about something. but it’s taylor’s turn for that, for some reason, why is what all they have happen after 6x08 even like, Conducive to their dynamic resolving to a better place much less apparently required for it lmfao; is this particular step of it just about taylor’s sort of own limitations in navigating their own life lol like happiness?? well i can only maybe get that through dating someone & i can only get That through work, maybe time to see if any positive feelings towards rian could be romantic interest, that’s my best shot....wherein at this point maybe winston sure can’t be hanging off of rian’s arm this evening b/c he has to be out of the way so Taylor & Rian Time can take precedence, which is possibly true re: the next two episodes / the last two episodes of the season lol, is he standing w/trading floor guys in the finale b/c they’re besties now or b/c rian needs to be separate b/c it’s more Taylor & Rian time, not goofing around ft winston’s involvement. But it can also be true that he’s more established as buddies w/tuk at least. like how yeah he may be pushed out of the way all three eps but he may also be more Over rian, bopping up at the party like what’s up? wanting me to die? oh okay bye. then next episode he’s arms out, going off & hooking up w/someone, still sitting & talking w/rian but she takes the opportunity to insult him & there’s no effort to remind us of the quant duo in the finale, just whatever taylor & rian have going on (being the only members of tmc) like both watsonian & doylean exclusion of winston lol

but also taking it back to episode four like, that felt to me like the clearest instance of like “btw remember winston Likes her” but even then it was like “Or Maybe he does simply really wanna hang out & be friends” and that could be the case lol like they sure are tantalizingly close to friendship for much of all this, and they Do go hang out outside of work due to connecting over a Personal Interest as would sorta be the case in this scenario of like “why don’t you take me camping & i’ll bring my honed spatial algorithm” like i’m not about to say he can’t have been that enthused about anticipating forming a genuine friendship, why wouldn’t he be, & it can be both that & a bit of [also remnants of a crush] motivation....and i mean not like we Know what all they got up to while doing media analysis together in ep ten like. yeah feasible that analysis is all they really got up to, could well be intensive, but it also seems feasible you know, there were interludes about other things, anyone have a meal together and/or unrelated conversation? anyone kiss or hook up? it’s a Hilarious(tm) aspect of like, all winston’s dynamics that there’s never any Real resolution like, even now it’s like well i guess riawin’s not truly completely certainly a non factor / possibility at this juncture, but that’s thanks to the fact that you know, characters aren’t regarding him as serious or important, we never get material wherein say, anyone has a real conversation with him that we get to see, or with anyone else About him, or say, their thoughts / feelings on their own relationship / dynamic with him, so in that way it remains this more Ambiguous Zone where you can fill in blanks / What If about what’s unexplored b/c like, sorry, if i was supposed to automatically sense & accept some Factual Premise that winston is a romantic / sexual nonentity & even too much of a joke to have a friend? first of all i did not, second of all you’re the ones telling us he has crushes & exes & is now just going off getting laid cuz he felt like it & is maybe already regular friends with tuk, so what do you want

but anyways you go “even episode burn rate may not Necessarily have been about winston having a crush vs him being aware of this Quant Duo emphasis that’s Been in place & wanting to get Hanging Out / more personal connection out of it” and really that’s like, the main instance all season of anything plausibly abt winston still having a crush on rian. episode one Introduces Them like remember the quant duo?? they’re a duo. remember how we made sure to have winston show up silently in the finale for a few shots of rian standing right beside him? like yes what of it. and then they go well who knows, but here’s episode two, little quant duo moment again. ep three, Really quant duo moments. ep four, this Maybe [remember winston has a crush] thing that might also just be about him trying to explore / extend this duoship Somehow that’s more ambiguous at least. ep five, god, quant duo, ep six, sure leans on the like “why’s rian want to trip him & take his lunch” thing but also we end on her smiling at him / looking to him like “[all this], am i right??” like. ep seven dear god the quant duo. even ep eight like hey they’re standing together, and then aproposly winston just kind of inexplicably vanishes and the ep becomes this combo of taylor & philip and taylor & rian (subset: rian & wags, apparently) material. and then frankly ep nine kind of counts too because it’s Something that for both quants this is the one episode they simply don’t show up for some reason. ok. then obviously the last quarter of the season moves focus to all that and the quant duo material becomes rian ditching winston after hanging w/him all episode, rian insulting winston, winston going :\ about waving through a window at whatever rian and taylor are up to, like genuinely probably his guess is about as good as anyone’s.

it’s also Something Or Other that “rian pwns winston” is a lot more explicit & repeated this season than “is this material based on winston particularly having a crush vs just liking rian more generally / hoping they’re friends?” like ep one she pwns him out of nowhere, prince jumps in too for no reason when he’s supposed to be trying to ingratiate himself to everyone And this is the sole exception we see to that. ep two, why’s she have to go “oh you cannot really surf ever” like why shouldn’t he. ep three, we get winston directly commenting on their dynamic, that rian has and does hurt him & he thinks she’s doing it on purpose (why wouldn’t he, & seems that she is, tf else is going on. and/or else she’s just really unconcerned abt the effect of [hurting him] even if that’s not her main motivation), oh but also people see them as a duo & they’re also operating as one / completely amicable sometimes, such as like 7 sec out from rian pwning him & him going “stop trying to hurt me” & her completely ignoring that. ep four, that she pwns him again but also kind of lets up on it b/c he thought she’d responded positively actually. ep five, for some reason there needs to be an aside from rian about how winston’s not like the vlogger guy or his followers, who aren’t like posited as Respected Parties by anyone anyways, but the only consistency here is foregone conclusion disdain for winston i guess. ep six like he can’t get his phone back lol it’s more indirect like, it’s a Practical Matter for rian & she’s not very concerned about him beyond that, & kind of like “oh right you have your own perspective here, forgot about that smh whatever though” like, not the friendliest, but then suddenly episode seven is like remarkably same wavelength same page Utterly Amicable where go figure, the only particular instance of disdain / dismissiveness towards winston comes from taylor, ep eight no disdain, ep nine they’re both gone, but ep ten & eleven both with giving him shit out of nowhere & for no reason when he’s trying to like, have a conversation, but apparently oh speedrunning personal bonding with taylor with conversations and hugs in there lol like well. discouraging perhaps b/c why wouldn’t it be.....like i totalled up what i’d consider to be like discrete instances of positive (amicable) vs negative (the dislike/disdain realm) moments from rian directed at winston & surprisingly it came out even by my interpretation & count, but it also is like....that shit isn’t weighted lol, distinct instances of rian directing a smile at winston vs going out of her way and verbally insulting him, the smiles have counterparts of shooting him more negative Looks but the verbal insults do not have counterparts of her like complimenting him or hyping him up or anything, so feels a bit uneven still. yet oh also she’s hung out with him outside work for personal reasons, yet oh also she’ll then turn on that shared interest to insult him And the interest he has in it like, violence on an nd wavelength there, that Sharedness of the interest as a point of connection, and for what. taylor’s making a seemingly not not romantic move here that rian rejects but is Still more personally interested in taylor than ever in other ways & sees them as like romantically desirable in theory, & apparently she’s also looking to get some but oops only in the [she’s not operating like She Is A Character Known To Us rather than “yep, this is someone who is a woman, could’ve been fan fave jean anne”] realm, but personal friendly connection with winston???? waste of time, hurt him for it, he doesn’t seem to be making a pass but apparently the abstract Potential of other ppl’s romantic &/or sexual capacities out here is something so motivating & relevant in general otherwise

where’d i even start this post. yeah like going “so where’d winston’s crush on rian end” and maybe it didn’t even make it into this season but really even the duoship was cruising along until ep ten demands rian partly be [Any Woman] suddenly & some Personal Something for taylor which kind of makes sense but idk why it’s not still more of the mentor / mentee business, was this the only way it could progress?? seems like a particularly shaky premise and like, So specific lmao. if that’s the only way to connect to rian Or taylor no wonder winston’s getting nowhere. haha no but really he’s up against the impossible situation where everyone else has negatively judged him & it’s all about the foregone conclusion of [everything about you sucks] (And punishing him for it / treating him worse than any particular individual does other people, certainly) that precludes connection and he can’t just unilaterally put in enough effort in the right ways so that he can create a good relationship b/w him and anyone else, but it Is all unilateral so far as we’ve seen....the tl;dr is like “why’d they do all that then” re: winston textually Liking rian at least in s5 there, but also truly it’s “why’d they do all that then” re: all the obvious emphasis & establishing of rian & winston As A Duo. would hardly be surprising if winston Was shifting more to actively pursuing friendship with tuk, who he interacts with & is interacted with as a friend, and to passively giving up on much of anything with rian, who has to like him at all in some way/s, but where their interactions are mostly on her terms & where she’ll give him shit spontaneously seemingly for her own entertainment, or because he’s like, responded to her / answered a question / provided info / talked abt something relevant to/of interest to them both / agreed with her, & who knows if she’s banked on his Liking her as a reason she’ll never have to like, consciously wonder abt whether she can hurt him enough he won’t be an amicable party towards her / someone she Can talk to at any time, apparently she doesn’t think about consequences (except that also she does, so whatever) & idk doesn’t seem to feel confident in knowing herself or what she wants or what she’s doing so it’s also just feasible idk she doesn’t know what she’s doing with this relationship / isn’t putting a world of Care And Consideration into it, we’ve hardly had a chance to see if winston hanging w/tuk rather than rian or rian & taylor is a pattern that’s been Shifted to rather than that he needed to be out of the way in Serious Finale Zone times & can now go back to mostly being around rian & being as game to talk to her in earnest at any time, seems utterly plausible b/c winston Has to, & Has, put up with anything forever b/c otherwise if the way ppl treated him like, lastingly affected him, he’d lose his panache & personality, or rather, stop expressing it around anyone here. and so far billions hasn’t really let winston have an arc, 5x05 through 5x07 looked the most like one but then after the hiatus it’s like, rian’s desk stuff is gone, her [trademark bi haircut] is grown out, the seeming Hurtling Towards Something just kind of flew out of frame b/c now it’s time to enter into the Rian & Taylor Serious Arc world & never look back......i said tl;dr before but Now tl;dr like what was making it clear winston has a crush about, was it an explanation for him getting over the rivalry immediately. but getting over it so what, they can be friends?? because what is That for, if they don’t get to do that either really, rather winston is determinedly amicable towards her up till now where Maybe he hangs out with tuk when possible as his new default, we can’t know, maybe he’s still just down to suffer forever b/c he does apparently have to do that, taylor hasn’t really given him anything since 5x05 (except the Back Pat the full season later) & he’ll still wear his tmc tee in ep one & doesn’t individually bring up any grievances w/them all season, even if we don’t know whether he’s less hyped about them at the end of the season at all, seems as matter of fact as ever like yep he’s taylor’s quant & he’s here for them, but, is he especially enthused abt anything here....yes, in 6x05, but nothing came of it. will anything come of Quant Duoship overall or was it just something else for rian to do before becoming taylor’s other bestie or something and only employee, will anything come of winston and tuk getting along completely successfully, will anything come of winston material and the fact that he’s actually a person any of these other characters could connect with. tl;dr winston

[getdownkyh]

Win - Win (m) | Jae | smut, gamerbf!Jae | 1.2k words 

requested

In essence it was a cute date idea. Jae had a new 2-player game he wanted to try out, so he spent the entire evening setting up, new controllers and all. You were a decent gamer on your part, but your playing hours definitely could not match up to Jae’s. The concept of the game was also entirely new to you, but that seemed to just make Jae even more eager to play with you, “I’ll hard carry you babe. Ain’t that cute?”

It did sound cute, you weren’t gonna lie, so that was how you ended up at his place, snacks in hand, hair and makeup done and wearing one of his oversized sweaters over your tennis skirt. Jae cooed at your appearance, before shoving you a cat ear headphones, telling you it would truly complete your gamer girl look.

It was peaceful and you were having fun, so far, nestled next to him on his bed, eyes on the screen in front. What could go wrong in a lazy gaming session anyway?

You were so wrong. It was cute when the both of you died within the first 2 tries. But 30 minutes in and you barely got over the second level. You spammed the attack button repeatedly, only to get the Defeat screen blinking at you tauntingly.

Jae laughed next to you, as he threw his character over the cliff to restart the game. You felt dumb, and equally frustrated, especially at the fact that you were the only one struggling with it now, with him already picking up the mechanics of the game 5 minutes in. You huffed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, fanning your face, slightly regretting your wardrobe choice now.

Jae chuckled next to you, “Babe you gotta, wait, aim and then shoot. In that order.”

You looked at the screen pointedly, “What do you think I’ve been doing for the past hour?”

“You aimed, waited and then tried to shoot.” He said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“This is stupid.” You said, yanking the headphones off your head.

He reached out towards your wrist, gently grasping, “Hey, hey, calm down. You’re not stupid.”

You looked at him directly, “The game’s stupid, not me.”

He chuckled, which was probably not an appropriate response but he couldn’t help it, seeing your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lips nervously tugged between your teeth as you stressed out. Cute. “Babe, it’s just a game.”

You pulled your hand away from him, throwing the controller over the pillow next to you, “Then why are you so into it?”

Jae stilled, stifling a smile. He wasn’t exactly into the game either truth be told, but he was definitely into you. Especially with how cute you looked when you were annoyed and ready to rage quit.

Exactly 2 seconds passed in silence before he was grasping your wrist again, “Ah, what the hell.” he tugged you closer to him, joystick forgotten by his side.

He tilted his head to the side, fully kissing you as he pulled you towards him. It was messy, the clashing of your lips midway, his fingers circling your wrist, your hands grabbing his hoodie, before pushing his chest as you moved to sit on his lap, the kiss never disconnecting throughout, progressing into a full-fledged makeout session.

You whined in annoyance, you came here to fight, and you were ready to argue with the game developers, but your body had a mind of its own, refusing to pull away from how good Jae’s lips and tongue felt on your own. You balled your fists on his chest, pressing onto him as a form of small protest, and he groaned, causing what little control you still had to waver.

His fingers that were wound around your right wrist were still there, thumb feeling your pulse point but his other hand started fiddling with the edge of your skirt, brushing your thigh in the process. You shifted, pressing yourself onto him when you felt his hand fondling with your thigh, moving closer and closer towards your core.

Jae wasted no time, skilled fingers pushing your panties to the side, smirking into the kiss when he felt how wet you were, and pressing the tip of his finger in front of your opening. You failed to contain your moan when he started drawing circles with his middle finger, and you eventually broke away from the kiss, gasping when you felt the slender digit entering you, speed painfully slow, making you aware of every crook of his finger.

He pulled out, the tip of his finger scraping your inner walls, and then pushed in again, wiggling his finger as he did so, pressing on all your sensitive points, making you quiver on top of him, your fists pressing harder into his chest. “Jae..” you sighed.

He hummed in response, moving to insert another finger into you, pumping them fast, cutting off your attempt at speaking. Your fingers were shaking as you unfurled them, grabbing his shoulders instead as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Instinctively, with his shoulders somewhat stabilising you, you started fucking yourself onto his fingers, him fully cooperating by thrusting his fingers into you every time you sunk down, and pulling them out each time you lifted your hips. The two of you found a rhythm fairly quickly, and with the way his palm was pressing into your clit with every bounce, you were thrown off the edge fairly quickly too.

Your impending orgasm was felt by both of you. You, through the way you felt your stomach sinking lower and lower, feeling like someone poured gasoline onto your lower region. Him, through the way you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, teeth abusing your swollen lower lips at this point, and the feel of your cunt clamping down onto his fingers, no longer unclenching.

“That’s it, come on my fingers.”

Not like you needed to be told, but hearing him say it gave you that final push, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen unraveling, the instant wave of euphoria flooding your senses. The way your body trembled in a pleasurable state on top of him caused Jae to groan sinfully, pride swelling in his chest as he slowed down his fingering speed, eventually stopping with his fingers fully sheathed in you and you rocking your hips lazily.

He dragged his fingers out of you, smiling when you flopped onto his body, face buried in his chest. “My fingers are that good huh?”

You whipped your head up, making a face at him and he laughed. “Feel better now? Up for another round?” He nodded towards the screen.

You pressed your fingers into his chest, “Are you serious right now?”

“If we win, you’ll feel better. If we lose, you’ll get frustrated and I’ll get to fuck you out of your frustration again. Win-win for me.” He chuckled.

You furrowed your eyebrows in feigned annoyance, “How would you like it if I just randomly drag you out midgame and starting jerking you off?”

“I’d like that very much actually.”

You groaned, “You would, wouldn’t you.”

He kissed your cheek, laughing, “Win-win-win.”

[kittenwhiskers]

Smartass - Peko x gn!Reader x Fuyuhiko

Peko and (y/n) have been spending the past few days pestering their yakuza boyfriend. Though they were fully expecting consequences, they would never have predicted the results!

A/N: Yes, this is a "no one dies" AU. Because we like it better that way.

!This is a poly gender-neutral reader-insert tickle fic that contains a bit of swearing!

It had been a rather chaotic morning on the island on this particular day. The majority of the class had decided today would be a beach day, and so, the morning was spent by (y/n) and most of their classmates on the golden sand. The early hours saw sandcastle competitions, water fights, and much more. By the time the afternoon rolled around, much of the class had dispersed. A few stayed behind at the beach, while most went to their cottages to rest before returning. There were only a handful of students that actually showed up to the restaurant, that being (y/n), Akane, Chiaki, Byakuya, and Teruteru. Everyone could tell the little chef was worn out from that morning’s activities, but he still insisted on preparing food for the handful present. No one was about to fight with him on that one.

(y/n) had been engrossed in some conversation they were having with Chiaki in between bites of food, when they felt a gentle hand lay on their shoulder.

“(y/n), are you almost finished with your meal?”

(y/n) turned around to see a pair of sharp red eyes staring back at them.

“Yeah, Peko, I guess I’m pretty much done,” (y/n) said with a smile, placing their eating utensil down on their plate, “why, what’s up?”

“Fuyuhiko-sama has requested us at his cottage right away,” she explained very matter-of-factly, though (y/n) could sense a tinge of dread behind her words.

The request confused (y/n) at first… until they remembered. They were filled with the same dread as they remembered all the pestering they and Peko had subjected the yakuza to over the past couple days. The three of them all understood it was all in good fun, but pestering was called “pestering” for a reason. (y/n) and Peko both knew this was coming, it was inevitable.

With a sharp inhale, (y/n) rose from their seat and nodded.

“Right then,” they said, pushing their seat back into place, “let’s go meet him, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

Peko nodded without a word, and headed for the stairs leading to the lobby, expecting (y/n) to follow behind, however, they were stopped by Chiaki clearing her throat. They turned to the gamer girl, who proceeded to mouth the words “good luck”, and gave them a subtle thumbs-up. (y/n) returned the favor with a half-smile, before turning back and quickly following Peko down the stairs and out the doors of the building.

On the walk to the cottages, (y/n) tried their best to prepare themselves for a fight of some sort. They knew Fuyuhiko wasn’t going to actually hurt either of them, but whatever he had planned in retaliation was probably going to be intense. Peko already knew she was going to accept whatever was coming her way, she would never fight back against Fuyu… but she also knew (y/n) well enough to know that they wouldn’t go down without a fight, and she wouldn’t hold them back from that either.

It only took a few minutes before the two students had arrived, and were now standing outside of the short-tempered blonde’s cottage. They both stood tensely, looking at the wooden door, then at each other.

“So, are you gonna do it, or am I,” (y/n) asked Peko softly, referring to which of the two would knock on the door.

Peko seemed to grunt nervously, looking back between the door and (y/n). There was a moment of silence between the two of them, before Peko’s eyes finally stopped on (y/n) again.

“I don’t wanna do it,” (y/n) finally said with a laugh, which in turn caused Peko to laugh as well. If there was one thing (y/n) could be counted on, it was lightening a tense situation.

Peko finally stepped up and knocked on the door. As she stepped back next to (y/n), footsteps were heard inside the cottage. The two practically winced as the door finally swung open, revealing the smug-faced yakuza standing on the other side.

“Thought you two had pussied out or somethin’,” he said with a grin, motioning for them to get their asses inside, “what took so long?”

“My apologies, young master,” Peko apologized as she walked inside, “I had to retrieve (y/n) from the-”

“Hey!” Fuyuhiko snapped, cutting her off, “what’d we talk about? No more calling me that.”

“M-my apologies, Fuyuhiko-sama,” Peko corrected, nodding in understanding, “it’s a force of habit.”

Fuyuhiko grunted softly, shutting the door behind him once the two students were inside. He then turned back to them, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smirking a little.

“Well, I’m sure you two know why I called you here,” he said rather casually.

“Mm, beats me,” (y/n) said, waving their hands around their sides, “I got no clue!”

Peko had to fight back the urge to smile at her partner’s sarcasm as Fuyuhiko shot them a deadpan glare.

“Really?” he asked flatly, “no clue whatsoever?”

“Nope,” (y/n) continued, “but it must’ve been bad to make you drag us all the way out here! God, we must be awful!”

Fuyuhiko sighed, taking his hands out of his pockets.

“I shoulda’ seen this coming,” he growled. (y/n) didn’t know when too far was too far.

Peko was now giggling up a storm at (y/n)’s remarks, and (y/n) couldn’t hold back their own cheeky grin as they continued to tease the Yakuza.

“Or, maybe, we’re totally innocent, and you just wanted an excuse to get time with us to yourself-”

(y/n) was cut off by the wind practically being knocked out of them as Fuyuhiko tackled both them and Peko to the bed behind them, pushing them down on their backs and hovering over them.

“You think you’re real fuckin’ funny, huh, smartass?” he growled, pulling the two students close together on the mattress, “if you’re really as dumb as you’re acting, then lemme spell it out for ya. I brought you both here to show you why you don’t fuck with a yakuza…”

With wide eyes, (y/n) tried to make a break for it, wiggling to get up off the bed. Unfortunately for them, Fuyuhiko had faster reflexes than they could’ve anticipated. He grabbed them by the shoulder, pushing them down into the bed and keeping them pinned in place as he crawled up onto the foot of the bed, sitting up on his knees, and using his legs to pin Peko’s left thigh and (y/n)’s right thigh together, effectively trapping both the students in place at once.

“It took me a while to think of just the right punishment for you two,” he said, leaning over the two ultimates beneath him with a sadistic grin, “but I think I have something perfect planned out here…”

Faster than they could blink, Fuyuhiko’s hands shot down to (y/n’s) and Peko’s sides, squeezing with a purpose, causing both the students to break out in frantic giggles, and attempt to either wiggle out of Fuyu’s restraint, or swat his hand away. Perfect, Fuyuhiko thought, everything was falling into place.

“Neither of you are going anywhere,” Kuzuryu sneered, working his way up to Peko’s ribs with one hand while the other shot up to (y/n)’s armpit, “don’t waste your energy on trying to get away~!”

Peko only managed to cover her face with her hands, somewhat muffling her laughter as she arched into Fuyuhiko’s touch, meanwhile, (y/n) pinned their arms to their sides (which only trapped Fuyuhiko’ hand in place) and squealed loudly. This earned an amused laugh from the yakuza, who drilled his fingers further into their underarm.

“Jeeze, (y/n),” Fuyu chuckled, “You might be even more sensitive to Peko, listen to you!”

“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAP!” (y/n) cried, twisting to pry Fuyuhuko’s hand away from the sensitive area. Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes at this.

“Shut up, huh? Shut up, huh???” Fuyuhiko growled, lowering his hand just enough to drill his fingers into the top of (y/n)’s ribs, forcing their laughter up an octave, “you think you’re in any position to tell me to shut up, huh???”

“NOHOHO NOO, I’M SAHAHARRYYY!!!” (y/n) squealed, only earning a small chuckle from Fuyuhiko in response. He seemed like he was about to say something, before he was cut off by Peko’s pleas.

“Young master, plehehease!” The swordswoman cried through her hands, “n-nohoho mohohohore!”

“What did I say about callin’ me that, Peko?” Fuyuhiko warned in a low tone, moving his hands up to gently tickle Peko’s neck.

“NAH! F-FUYUHIKO-SAHAHAMA, NOHOHOT THERE!” Peko squealed, craning her neck to avoid Fuyu’s merciless fingers.

Fuyuhiko continued to tickle the two students like this for another minute or so, before pulling back and allowing them to breathe. He smirked at the mess of giggles on the bed beneath him, nearly satisfied with his work, before cracking his knuckles in preparation for his next move.

“Now, I got one more thing I wanna try here,” he said almost excitedly, “but since I ain’t got any straws to draw, it’s gonna come down to this, whoever laughs first, gets it first.”

“Fuyu, nohoho,” (y/n) whined pathetically through their giggles, “I cahahan’t take much more of this!”

“Aww, is that so?” Fuyuhiko cooed mockingly, bringing his hands down over each of their bellies, spidering at them through their shirts, “then it’d do you well to keep your mouth shut, huh?”

Almost simultaneously, Peko and (y/n) slapped their hands over their mouths to fight back the giggles threatening to bubble up from their throats.

“Nah-ah, hands away from your faces, that’s cheating,” Fuyuhiko scolded, “if you don’t follow the rules, I’ll just pick randomly!”

Upon hearing this, both the ultimates hesitantly pulled their hands away from their mouths. Peko raised her arms above her head obediently, while (y/n) reached down and gripped at the bedsheets. Both of the yakuza’s victims strained and whimpered to hold back their giggles as Fuyuhiko’s hands freely explored their tummies. This only lasted about 30 seconds before (y/n) thought they’d break… but relief washed over them when they heard Peko titter with giggles.

“N-nohoho, Fuyuhiko-sama, I’m sohohorry,” Peko begged as Fuyuhiko grinned down at her, “plehehease dohohon’t!”

Fuyuhiko only shook his head at her, still wearing his menacing grin as he reached over and pulled Peko’s shirt up enough to show her tummy, before firmly taking each of her wrists in one hand, and leaning down to pepper her belly with kisses! (y/n)’s eyes went wide at the sight before them as Peko squealed with high pitched laughter and giggles, wiggling every which way to avoid the ticklish sensation. (y/n) turned their head to the side and looked away, not being able to handle the anticipation of knowing they were next. It didn’t help much, though. They could only listen as Peko’s laughter grew louder and more frantic with each passing second, indicating that Fuyuhiko was doing more than just planting little kisses now. Still, they couldn’t bring themselves to look!

(y/n) practically jumped out of their skin when they heard Fuyuhiko deal a raspberry against Peko’s skin, followed by Peko’s squealy laughter hitting an all-time high!

(y/n) couldn’t help but try to wiggle their way off the bed, but was only met by a warning squeeze to the side by Fuyuhiko’s hand, causing them to yelp and recoil.

It wasn’t long before Peko’s hysterical laughter was reduced to a feeble wheeze, at which point, Fuyuhiko finally released his restraint on Peko, allowing her to curl over onto her side.

“You’re up, (y/n)~” Fuyuhiko taunted, straddling both of (y/n’s) thighs, and reaching for their shirt to pull it up. He was stopped by (y/n’s) hands grabbing his own, but the yakuza only chuckled and began to wrestle their hands away. He looked over at Peko, who had now sat up and wiped the tears away from her eyes, and smirked.

“Hey, Peko, babe,” he said, “come help me get this little brat under control, will ya?”

Peko looked down at (y/n) reluctantly, who looked back at her with a pleading look in their eyes as they continued to fight Fuyuhiko off.

“I could always tickle you again,” he hummed with a shrug. This caused Peko to jump, and crawl over behind (y/n), grabbing their hands and pinning them above their head.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed down to her partner. Though (y/n) felt completely and utterly betrayed, they understood. It was clear now that Fuyuhiko was a ruthless tickler… and unfortunately, they were about to face his finale.

Fuyuhiko smiled wickedly as he rolled up (y/n)’s shirt, and leaned down to their tummy, planting light, ticklish kisses across every inch of it, making (y/n) throw their head back with laughter and drum their heels against the bed frame. They had no idea kisses alone could tickle so much! Little did they know, it’d only get worse from there…

Their laughter rose to frantic squealing as Fuyuhiko focused most of the kisses around their navel, and used his thumbs to pinch and massage the sides of their tummy.

“FUYU I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” (y/n) cried, fighting as hard as they could to fight out of both their boyfriend’s and girlfriend’s restraint, “PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!!”

Fuyuhiko only scoffed a little as he pulled his face away to look at (y/n), his thumbs still drilling into their sides.

“You can handle it,” he sneered, “a little tickling’s never killed anyone.”

(y/n) froze and tensed up as they heard Fuyuhiko begin to inhale, but before they had time to react, the yakuza had already buried his lips into their flesh, blowing raspberry after raspberry into every inch of their tummy, driving them up the wall! Poor (y/n) shrieked and howled with laughter, making the other two swear the others could’ve heard them all the way from the beach!

Fuyuhiko smiled through all the raspberries he delivered as he spidered his fingers up and down (y/n)’s bare sides, before focusing the last few raspberries directly on top of their incredibly sensitive bellybutton.

This seemed to throw (y/n) over the edge, as their laughter quickly turned into silent wheezes. With a final amused chuckle, Fuyuhiko sat up and patted (y/n)’s tummy, rolling their shirt back down and scooping them up, allowing them to lean against him as they recovered from the tickle-attack. As the yakuza stroked their hair, he patted the bed to his left side, inviting Peko to snuggle in on his opposite side, to which she complied, allowing Fuyuhiko to wrap his free arm around her.

“You two know I love you, yeah?” he asked with a smile, resting his head against Peko’s shoulder while keeping (y/n) wrapped in his other arm.

Peko chuckled and smiled down at her shorter boyfriend.

“Of course we do, Fuyuhiko-sama,” she replied. Even though Fuyuhiko acted all big and tough, he still needed reassurance from time to time. Peko and (y/n) were more than okay with that.

“Wehehe’re still getting you back for this, though,” (y/n) giggled weakly.

“Oh, most definitely,” Peko agreed.

“H-hey, that’s not how this works,” Fuyuhiko argued, “This whole thing was supposed to be getting us even!”

Kuzuryu would never catch a break with these two, he should’ve known that by now...

[phoebelovingcare]

Because Why Not

A list of the Kirby: Star Allies playthroughs with commentary on Youtube, and whether they called Flamberge a he or she and whether or not they pronounced Zan Partizanne correctly. Are these related? No, it’s just easier to have them on the same list instead of making 2 different ones.

(there are more playthroughs than this if I decide to continue, but here is the results of the first 8)

Alpharad’s “KIRBY STAR ALLIES - The Supercut”

“Ah! Flame-berge! The blazing general! The- heh, aggressively flamboyant general, I see! [cut] OH GOD, did he just impale Dedede?” (used he/him throughout both encounters)

“Zan Par-tee-z- uh- Zan-? Oh I’m sorry I couldn’t read it fast enough...” (interestingly enough, while I’m not looking for this he actually referred to Zan with they/them pronouns throughout both encounters. Only made one attempt at pronunciation.)

ZackScottGames’ “Kirby Star Allies - Gameplay Walkthrough” series

“[after seeing her draw her sword] She’s mad.” (used she/her throughout both encounters)

“[reading] I am Zan Parti-zane,” (pronounced as though it rhymes with rain. Said her name twice, both times incorrect.)

Failboat’s “[Kirby Star Allies 💗]” livestreams (as opposed to the cut versions on his main channel)

Note that for one episode, he played with 2 irl friends, and this episode happened to have the first Flamberge encounter in it.

Friend who was voicing Flamberge: “you’ll BURN for it! Gee, I wonder what her thing is.” (also of note is that Failboat actually refers to Francisca as Flamberge’s sister throughout the fight!)

2nd Encounter, just Failboat by himself: “I don’t think that would help your situation- you know what, they’re trying, they’re trying their best.” (refers to Flamberge with they/them pronouns throughout the 2nd encounter.)

“Bonjam. I am Zap- oh I’m not even gonna TRY to read THAT name.” (speaks for itself. Did not say Zan’s name once.)

SwimmingBird941′s “Kirby Star Allies - 2 Player Co-Op!”

Danielle was put in charge of reading Berge’s dialogue - based on the fact that Adam voiced Hyness, they likely guessed she was a girl at that point. But to further this:

Adam: “Ooh, she’s spicy.” (refers with she/her pronouns throughout both encounters, also guessed correctly that Fran was her sister)

Danielle: “Bonjam. I am- Zan Partizanne *giggles* the eldest of the three generals of magic.” (first correct pronunciation!)

Zebra Gamer’s “Kirby Star Allies Gameplay Walkthrough”

“Okay so her name is Flamberge,” (she/her both encounters, called Francisca her sister)

“I am Zan Partzianne. Part- Parti-zane? Zan Parti-zane?” (rhymes with rain)

“Cool so we’ve gone against a water one, a fire one, and now an electric one, Zan Partizanne!” (3rd time’s the charm! still first encounter)

KwingsLetsPlays’ “Kirby Star Allies: Walkthrough”

This is another 2-person playthrough with one girl (who I’ll call A) and one boy (who I’ll call B. couldn’t find their names.)

B: “[starts reading Berge’s offscreen dialogue] this better not be a girl. [Berge shows up on screen] ...is that a girl?”

A: “I- can’t tell.”

B: “[continues on reading her dialogue] this is a dude, he has a hot temper.” (... :/)

later, A: “...I can’t tell if that’s a girl or a guy... Bonjam! My name is- Zat-? Partizanne!” (so close...)

second encounter, A: “Bringer of Shock, Zan Partizann-a!” (...yet so far.)

WiiLikeToPlay’s “Kirby Star Allies (4-player)”

As it says there, it’s 4 player. There’s a lot of people talking over each other, BUT I did hear this exchange:

“I thought he was gonna call-” “Oh! Firey!” “Another girl... they’re all girls!” “Are you suurreee?” “That might be a man!” “That looks like a girl! ;-;” “...Uhh, we need to get a name for us to like, figure it out.” “Flamberge! Maybe it’s a boy.” “Ehhhh I dunno!” (verdict: none of them figured it out. they did have a guy read her next encounter’s dialogue but idk if that means anything)

One of them: “Zan... Partizanne~!” (correct, and with feeling!)

Blitzwinger’s “Kirby Star Allies - Gameplay Walkthrough”

“Oh, hello - she must be another one of the generals!” (she/her both encounters)

“I am...! Zan-! Par-ti-zanne-!? The eldest of the three generals of magic!” (hesitant, but correct!)

[ptergwen]

play me a song

listen to thinking out loud while reading for a good cry!

a/n: i made myself big sad with this so you’re all welcome for that. also i know zero things about the guitar ummm if anything doesn’t make sense i’m SORRY i tried my BEST :(

-

it’s a chill weekend for you and the rest of the holland-osterfield-barrett household. you’re each spread out doing your own things. tuwaine is on the couch playing video games, harrison is chasing tessa across the backyard, harry is taking videos of it for instagram, and you’re outside reading while it all goes down.

the last time you saw tom was at lunch, where he quickly excused himself from the table after pecking your lips and tossing his plate in the sink. he must have gotten an idea. an idea he’s really into.

whenever tom is passionate about something, he gives it all the energy he has and works until he can’t anymore. everyone knows it. he wants the results to make himself and, more importantly, anyone else who sees to feel good. big projects or small, they all matter the same to him. his dedication to everything he does is genuinely one of the things that you admire most about him.

“tessa, no! leave the chickens be,” harrison scoops her up in his arms before she can reach the chicken coop, only to be tackled down. tessa is a lot stronger than you’d think. she holds harrison down with her paws and sniffs all over his face. snickering behind the camera, harry zooms in on the two of them on the ground.

you love those boys and obviously tess to death, but the chaos is distracting you from your book. you fold down the page you’re on with a quiet laugh to yourself and head inside. not to your surprise, tuwaine is staring up at whatever new video game he‘s gotten the rest of the house obsessed with. you’re the only one who isn’t a gamer, and you stand by that.

“hey, t. mind if i sit?” his eyes stay glued to the screen. he smashes a bunch of buttons on his controller, taking out an earbud once he’s killed some sort of alien in robot tech. “nah, it’s cool. i’ve been stuck on level nineteen for ages. help your boy out.” “i’ll pass.” you take a seat next to him on the couch. “i’m not good at anything unless it’s nintendo. maybe ask tom.”

a noise of defeat plays in tuwaine’s earbuds. he curses under his breath and leans forward to see better. “i’ve already tried, man’s busy upstairs. this is my sixth try on this crap.” “good luck to you, buddy.” you pat his back, flipping open your book.

your reading is once again interrupted a few minutes later. the noise is coming from upstairs this time... pretty noise. music. now you’re intrigued. so you don’t bother tuwaine, you get up without a word and leave your book on the couch. the music gets louder as you walk up the stairs.

it sounds like chords on a guitar, and it’s coming from yours and tom’s room. your heart soars when you realize tom is the one playing them. he’s shown you a few old videos of him strumming to songs, but he hasn’t had time for his guitar in a while. it’s so to wonderful to hear him pick it up again.

when you reach your bedroom door, you stand outside and listen to tom try out different harmonies. they’re simple, but beautiful. he never ceases to amaze you with each and every one of his talents. you know he’ll get embarrassed if you go in now, so you wait until he’s finished.

“i’ll be down in a few, tuwaine. i’m just-“ tom glances up and sees it’s you standing in the doorway. a shy smile takes over his lips. “you’re not tuwaine. what’s up, bug?” “i heard you playing,” is all you can say. you’re still moved by what you heard. perking up a bit, he motions for you to come closer with a nod of his head. you do.

“did you?” “mhm. it sounded really good, tom. you should play more often.” he lays his head on your stomach from where you’re standing. your fingers start to comb through the curls that recently grew back. his exhale of relief encourages you to continue the soft way you’re tugging at his hair. he’ll never get tired of the feeling.

“i was only messing around, getting used to it again. thought it would be nice to do a video for the fans.” there’s your modest tom. “i’m sure they’d love that. they’ve been begging you for the longest time. is that what you were thinking about at lunch?” you twirl one of his curls around your finger. he nods against you.

“how to cheer everyone up, yeah. myself included. it’s refreshing to do something different for a change, y’know?“ it’s bittersweet hearing him say that. on one hand, he’s happy about switching things up. on the other, he didn’t have that spark before.

you simply press your lips to his hair, his hands running up and down the back of your legs. “i know, my love. i know. i even tried reading earlier.” “and that went...” tom starts, a teasing tone to his voice. “i couldn’t focus ‘cuz harry and haz were terrorizing tessa. then i came up here.” “poor girl. those idiots are always causing trouble.”

there’s a comfortable silence that falls between you two. tom just enjoys how calming it is to have you toying with his hair. “tom?” your voice comes out almost as a whisper. “hm?” “i was just wondering, could you play me a song?”

you’re met with a beaming tom when he pulls away to look at you. “come sit.” he parts his legs, holding his guitar off to the side. you sit criss cross in the space he leaves and lean your head back on his shoulder. tom’s chin rests on your own shoulder with his head turned to see you.

both of his arms around you, he holds the guitar out. you pluck a random string to test how it sounds. tom smiles at that and copies the note you played. “i could give you a lesson sometime, if you wanted?” he offers lowly, not sure if you’ll be interested. “really? that would be so cool, yeah.”

tom nudges your neck with his nose, drawing out a giggle from you. “i’ll start with a mini one before the song.” he grabs his guitar pick and slides it over a few strings at the same time. “what was that?” “it’s called a C chord, which just so happens to start what i’m playing.” you reach up and ruffle his hair again. “good transition. ok, it’s all you now.”

taking a breath, he pats the guitar four times in a rhythm. he’s counting down in his head. his fingers hover over the strings before beginning to strum the melody. it doesn’t take too many notes for you to know exactly what song he’s playing. thinking out loud by ed sheeran.

it was on the radio the night tom asked you to be his girlfriend. you’d been driving around in the rain after a dinner date, going absolutely nowhere, killing time that you finally had to spend together. you just finished belting out one of your favorite songs for him. by the first chorus of thinking out loud, the two of you were officially a couple and kissing in his audi on the side of the road.

you close your eyes and let yourself go back to the memory, tom holding you tighter against him. you’re positive you’ll start bawling if you look at him right now. the feeling only gets stronger when he starts humming along. the only times you really hear him sing are in the shower or happy birthday, which makes all of this so touching and so special. you can’t help the tears welling up in your eyes.

tom is on the second verse of the song when he realizes you’re crying. he puts the guitar next to him, gently holding your face in his hands. “why are you crying, lovebug? does it sound that bad?” his voice comes out quiet. he uses his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks. you wave your hand dismissively and give him a teary smile.

“no, no, you’re doing amazing. keep going.” “not until you talk to me, y/n.” tom lowers his head to be level with you. you meet his eyes that are filled with concern. “that’s our song,” you murmur. “and it reminded me of some stuff, and i just love you so much, tom. you- you have no idea.”

he nuzzles his face into your neck again, leaving a soft kiss off to the side. “god, i love you even more.” another kiss. “i’ve always thought this song describes us perfectly. sort of like it was meant to be playing when i popped the girlfriend question. believe it or not, listening to it makes me pretty emotional too.” “i do believe it. you’re a big crier, tommy. it’s a known fact at this point.”

you feel him chuckling against your skin, joining in his laughter. “since we’re all good now,” he speaks after a little while. you already know what he’s about to do, grinning at him when he places his guitar in your lap. “how about i finish serenading my girl?”

[fearixfox]

Dancing to Bruno Major

Levi’s birthday is today and honestly he fights Diavolo for the number one spot for me. I tried a little more of an aggressive Leviathan because I like to think he’s competitive. Ya know being a gamer and all. Listen to Nothing or Easily by Bruno Major for the best vibes!

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“I didn’t think you would be into this kinda thing.” You say, looking at all the vinyls on his shelves. “Well of course, Lucifer got me hooked onto them way back when but now he only listens to cursed music. It’s disappointing.” Leviathan says in an irritated tone. 

You swipe through the vinyls looking at an oddly familiar one in the back of the shelf. “Bruno Major?” You ask, holding it up. Levi’s eyes lower as he tries to swipe it away from your hands. You giggle keeping it out of his reach. “No, no tell me why you have this one.” You joke. 

“I didn’t get that one,” Levi sighs, “Asmo got it for me when he went with Solomon to the human world.” He continues to try to take it out of your hands and you end up pulling him into an embrace.

 “It’s a wonderfully romantic album you know. As expected of Asmo to buy it for you.” You say, letting Leviathan escape your embrace. Leviathan steps back with his fists over his face, glaring at you from afar. 

“You always do this to me. Wanna fight?” He says in a small voice. You laugh and give him a loving smile to which he looks away. 

“No, I don’t. You’re just fun to tease.” You smile at him and he starts mumbling at your reasoning. “Anyway, wanna listen to the album?” You ask, already taking it out of its packaging. “No, I don’t,” he responds quickly, “I...I only use that to sleep.” 

You read some of the scribbles on the inside of the packaging. MC’s daydream playlist was neatly written in Levi’s handwriting. In that moment you knew, but you were gonna savor this. You had told Leviathan that you liked him many times but he never seemed to reciprocate clearly. 

“So?” You deadpan. “Slow songs are fun to dance to. Although, I could always ask Asmo to dance with m-”

 “I’ll do it. He cuts you off. “I mean. I’m already here and I don’t want that normie dancing in my room with you anyway.” You grin at his words and put the record on. 

You turn around to Leviathan bowing and putting his hand out towards you. “M-may I have this dance?” You couldn’t help but feel your heart squeeze. You take his hand and he leads you around slowly dancing to the first song. 

“Well, this is unexpected.” You whisper in his ear. He pulls you in closer to hide his blushing face. 

“I j-just want you to know that I’m always here if you wanna dance. You don’t have to ask anyone else.” Levi grumbles into your shoulder.

 You can’t help but smile. “Don’t be jealous, Leviathan. I promise you’ll be the one I go to first when it comes to dancing...although I hear Mammon has some moves.” You tease.

 “MC, please. As if he could even keep a beat, let alone lead someone else.” Levi continues to grumble into your shoulder and you push him away a little and wrap your hands around his neck. 

“You know, I think you’re my favorite demon.” You say, giving into the mood of the music. Leviathan gives you a surprised look then brushes it off. “You blow in here from stupid town. You don’t like a yucky otaku like me. No one does.” He insults with a dismissive tone.

 “You’re a weeb. Your opinion doesn’t matter.” You bite back, “my opinion matters more than you by the social laws of the internet.”

 “No it doesn’t, you’re a weeb too!” Leviathan pouts. “Well, I guess neither of our opinions matter but still I’m better than you so my opinion matters more.” You say triumphantly. “What kind of logic is that?”  Leviathan asks somewhat angrily.

 “The point is you’re my favorite demon. My favorite being in the worlds I know and I am overjoyed that I get to spend an evening in the arms of the demon I love most.” You say in a gentle voice. 

Leviathan stops dancing and steps back. You stare at him and his blush deepens until he can’t bear to look at you anymore. “You can’t just come out and say that MC!” Leviathan complains, “it’s unfair to me.” You tilt your head in confusion. “Eh? Why? It’s how I feel. It’s how I’ve always felt since I’ve met you. I thought I told you.” 

Leviathan looks at you like you had three heads, “I didn’t. You never told me! I thought we were just friends. Best friends, but friends nonetheless.” Leviathan sits in a fetal position on the floor. “I’m sorry Levi. I honestly didn’t know.” You say recounting all the times you’ve been intimate with him.

 “Oh fuck. I really never did tell you clearly.” You mutter somewhat embarrassed yourself. “I’m sorry. I guess I said it so many times in my head it never transferred..” you trail off suddenly feeling hot. 

The demon stands up filled with determination and locks his eyes with yours. “Do you mean it, MC?” “I-I do bu-” Levi kisses you before you could finish. You feel the heat of his lips on yours and you almost fall backwards. “Levi,” you whisper, pulling him closer to you.

 He plants soft kisses all over your face and neck, pulling you even closer than before. “I love you too. I was supposed to be the cool one but you came in and wrecked my plan.” Levi sulks, hugging you tightly. 

Your face heats up slightly at your newfound closeness. “I didn't know you felt that way until recently.” You say dizzy from the kisses. “What do you mean recently?” He asks. “My daydream playlist.” Leviathan’s color flushes from his face. “You saw that.”

 You giggle at his mortified expression. “I did...but it’s not like I haven’t thought about it either. What do you think of when listening to this?” Leviathan heats up and looks away. “Nothing a normie like you would understand.”

 “Leeviii, I’m a weeb too so shush and tell me.” You stick out your tongue.

 “Contradictory today are we?” Leviathan sighs and faces you again. “I see us having a life together sometimes and playing games and cosplaying...and stuff like that. You w-would show me the fanfiction you're writing and I would show you my shitty drawing and we...we would be happily m-married or something like that.” 

 “Wait one of those is different from the others.” You joke. “Jeeeez, don’t sweat the details.” Leviathan tries to hide his face with his hands. The redness on his face astounded you. Any more and he would pass out.

You pull them away and plant a kiss on his forehead. “I feel the same way, don't worry.” You say with a smile. The demon gives you a distrusting look. 

“Well… either way, I’ll beat you next level.” Leviathan tsks, starting to dance to the music again.  “Leviachan, this isn’t a game. You don’t need to beat me.” You tease, as he twirls you around. 

“No. I didn’t until you pulled a fast one on me and now I have to win.” He huffs. You pull him into a dip and kiss him deeply. His face was completely red as he braced for more kisses. “I’d love to see you try.” 

[jubans]

title: pinky promise pairing: chigasaki itaru/fem!reader rating: g (general) premise: promises were made to be kept, but damn did itaru have a sharp memory.

Back when you were still a kid, you had a peculiar friend.

Your fathers were best buddies in college and your mothers got along just as swimmingly as well. Whenever either couple would go out of town, the other would follow suit—both parties bringing along their young kids so they could bond with one another. 

Itaru was a quiet boy. The first time you met him, he was like a hermit that couldn't be coaxed out of his shell. Eventually, you gave up on trying to get him to play house with you; retreating to the living room with a gaming console in hand. You've been wanting a Gameboy for a while now, and your father did love spoiling his little girl. While you were in the middle of catching your first Pokémon, however, you noticed that Itaru was watching you play over your shoulder, interest sparkling in his pretty eyes.

"Itaru-kun, do you play Pokémon?" you wondered, hoping he'd finally open up to you.

The young boy nodded timidly. "My Gameboy is in my backpack..."

And that's how you started growing closer than you'd initially expected. You challenged him in Pokémon battles every chance you got, but Itaru defeated you every single time. Something about IVs and EVs, he said. But you didn't really care about those. You just wanted the pretty looking Pokémon on your team. 

In your usual outings with his family, Itaru would often play off-handed pranks on you—putting weird bugs he found behind your dress, spitting watermelon seeds at you, and even pushing you into a shallow part of a lake. But despite his outlandish behavior, you didn't cry about it like most girls your age would when a boy was being mean to them. You returned his mischief sevenfold in your own way, and that only made your parents think what a lively duo the both of you were.

But like most childhood friendships, it didn't last as long as you'd liked. 

With your father having gotten an opportunity to work in America, that meant you had to move residences. The news was hard to take in at first. You grew up in Japan. All your friends were here! And what will happen to Itaru when you were no longer there to keep him in check? But, you've always been more understanding than most children. You accepted it faster than your parents had anticipated.

One day, you decided to tell your him about your sudden moving-away with a proposition that would ensure he wouldn't step out of line while you weren't around. 

"We're going to get married someday, right Taruchi?" 

Itaru blinked at you in nonplus, surprised by the strange nickname. "Taru...chi?"

"Itaru Chigasaki!" You giggled, clapping your hands together in unhinged glee. "It's my nickname for you, so no one else is allowed to call you that, 'kay?"

He spared you a small smile. Even at a young age, he already looked breathtaking. Eyes of carnelian and hair spun from almonds and vanilla—there was no reason for you not to crush on the boy who lived the next door over. 

But then, he did something you've never seen anyone else do with you before. He held out his hand, holding up only his pinky, as he gazed at you expectantly. You craned your head to the side, not knowing how to react. Itaru laughed softly before taking your small hands in his own, manipulating your right hand's fingers so that you were doing the same gesture he was.

"We'll pinky promise on it," he said, entwining his stubby finger with yours. "It's a promise that we can never ever break. No matter what."

"You promise to marry me when I get back?" you asked, curling your own pinky as well. 

He snickered. "I'd hate to be stuck with an old hag like you, but if you insist..."

"Hmph!" you simpered, folding your arms across your chest as you turned away from him. "I'm only eight, Taruchi!" 

"You'll be eight-y when you return," he retaliated. 

You spent the afternoon trying to beat Itaru in another Pokémon battle, but he came out victorious as usual. Just before you could start up another match, however, his mother told the two of you that they'll be attending an event hosted by the company she works for, and that you could come back and play tomorrow again. 

"See you soon, old hag," Itaru imparted, waving a hand goodbye as you stuck out your tongue to blow a raspberry at him. 

Stupid Taruchi. Why do I even like you?

"Mom, was it really necessary for me to fly back to Japan for this?" you groaned into your cellphone, asking the question for the hundredth time. 

Your mother merely tutted at you from the other end of the line. "You know how much your father loved the MANKAI Company, sweetie. We even flew here a week early so he could take a peek at the final rehearsals." 

"Yes, I know that part of the story," you sighed as you slowly unpacked your things from the single duffel you brought. "But why do I have to tag along? I had to find a substitute for all my classes this week, and I think the head professor will give me a piece of her mind when I get back to California."

"I'll have your father talk to her, then." The sound of her laughter was jeering in your ears. Why your mother had always been so carefree was a mystery to you. "Unwind a little, sweetie! I think you're going to want to see one of the new Spring Troupe's actors."

"What?" Your tone came out exasperated, but at the same time, your eyes were trained on the ample view of Veludo Way from your hotel room.

Your father used to be one of the members of the original Spring Troupe back when you were still a kid. Though he was one of the most academically proficient professors you knew today, he always had an unbridled passion for theatric arts. But with how swamped he's become with his work at the university you both teach in, him flying to Japan to watch amateurs stage a production was the last thing you think he would do.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize that your mother had been telling you something over the phone. 

"Anyways, if you want to see him, I got us tickets for the closing night this Saturday." Your mother sounded disappointed for some reason. "The earlier showing dates sold out by the time we bought them."

You didn't even bother finding out who this so-called actor she was pertaining to, your mind too preoccupied with the lesson plans you forgot to leave to your substitute. With an exasperated groan, you pulled out your laptop from your luggage, booting it up. You loved your mother too much to point out that she could have just told you to fly over here at a later date so you could minimize your absences. 

"Sure, Mom," you relented. "Do you want to grab some dinner later?"

"No way."

Eyes of carnelian. Hair spun from almonds and vanilla.

"No. Way." You had to physically look away from the stage to contemplate for a moment. Was that... Was that who you thought it was?

From your right, your father spared you a sideways glance, confusion painting his features. "Hm? Something the matter?" 

It's him. The boy with the pretty eyes and the smile that masked his mischief. Itaru. Taruchi. 

"I-It's nothing, Dad," you reassured, forcing yourself to train your eyes on the scene playing before you. "I just remembered I haven't started formatting my midterm exam yet."

"Oh, don't fret about work here," he chuckled, gaze trained fondly on the stage. "Plays are where the actors give it their all to put a smile on people's faces. I've always wanted to see you up on stage, but what kind of father would I be if I imposed something you didn't want?"

His words made you relax back into your seat, watching as Itaru's character, Tybalt, conversed with one of the leads on-stage. He delivered his lines so naturally, like the character was moulded to fit him in particular. He looked so...different now, too. Itaru had lost the fat in his cheeks—angular cheekbones taking its place instead. His voice was set into a much deeper tone, given that he was probably in his mid-twenties, just like yourself. Who knew a gamer shut-in like himself would pursue theater, of all things?

"It's nice to see good old Chigasaki's son up there, though." Your father smiled. "That kid was almost like a son to me."

The scenes breezed past before your eyes, each one leaving you at the edge of your seat. Their twist on Romeo and Juliet was comical, to say the least. But each time Itaru stepped under the spotlights, you noticed the strain in his movements. Whenever he had to walk to the opposite side of the stage, his steps came off a bit wobbly. This was a critical scene where Romeo and Tybalt were going to duel to the death, too. 

When you spared your father a wary look, the set in his brow told you that there was definitely something up. 

"Boy's got a sprain," he concluded. "Goodness. He should've known better than to perform with that dead weight dragging him around."

You frowned. "Then Taruchi, I mean, Itaru should—"

"Tybalt, stop! The battle's over!"

Romeo's little ad-lib caught the attention of the audience, no one daring to draw a breath to see how things played out. 

"Lower your blade!" he shouted, voice carrying the emotion in his eyes.

Even Itaru was taken aback by Romeo's resolve. His mouth twitched into a smirk that reminded you of the days he would show you the stag beetles he's caught over the summer to freak you out. You haven't even said two words to him fifteen years later, but somehow, you knew that he hadn't changed. Not one bit. 

"(Surname)-san, hello!"

A woman that seemed right about your age greeted your father with a shake of hands once the two of you arrived backstage. Your mother had insisted that she would wait for the two of you at the parking lot as you gave your congratulations to the actors. So here you were, standing awkwardly behind your father as he animatedly conversed with the said woman, who seemed to be the director of the show.

"Kid, as much as I'd like to tell you about your dad, it isn't my place to tell," your father chuckled. 

She sighed. "Ah, that's what Yuzo-san told me, too..."

"Say, this is quite out of the blue, but my daughter here wants to have a word with one of your actors. Itaru, to be precise."

Wait, what?

"Oh, sure!" The director nodded, twisting the knob to the dressing room behind her before you could even protest. "Itaru-san, someone wants to talk to you!" 

"Oho? Itaru-san has stans?"

"Fans. But you're not too far off, huh, Citron?"

"Wah! Itaru-san is so popular!"

"Tch. As long as it's not her, I won't complain..."

The sound of cheerful laughter hit your ears, and the next thing you knew, he emerged from the doorway—still in costume without a single hair out of place. Itaru grew up to look like one of the princes in the fairytales your mother used to read to you, and it grated on your nerves more than it should. How could the kid with the most rotten attitude you've seen be blessed with a growth spurt like this?!

Too busy wallowing in your own frustration, it took you a moment to register the utter shock on Itaru's face once his vibrant eyes landed on your father. But when his gaze shifted to you, his lips parted in muted surprise before spreading into a disbelieving smile.

"So you finally thought about coming back, huh, old hag?"

Before you could even think, you seized the collar of his costume with your fist, familiar irritation festering in your chest faster than you could blink. "It's the first time we meet in fifteen years and that's your opening line?"

Itaru hollered loudly at your aggression, but the gesture didn't even faze him one bit. Maybe it was because he stood about a few inches taller than you now. Nonetheless, he held your hands in his own—holy shit they were smooth—before prying off your hard grip on his clothes.

"Ah, Izumi!" your father called out to the director. "I want to discuss something about the MANKAI Company and how I might be able to pitch in. Itaru-kun, you can keep her occupied for the time being, right?"

"What? Dad, don't leave me with hi—"

"She's in my care," Itaru spoke over you, a gloved hand going up to ruffle your hair. 

As you watched your father and the director disappear right down the corridor, you gulped when you felt Itaru's piercing gaze on you. Turning around, you saw that his lips were still affixed with a condescending smirk, like he had some dirt on you that you didn't know about. Slowly, you backed away from him, but the hallway was cramped and you ended up with you in between the wall and the man in front of you.

"So," he began before he braced his palms on either side of the wall, trapping you in place. How could someone who had the regal air of a prince look at you like a wolf in sheep's clothing?

You felt your heart racing hummingbird-fast in your chest, breath hitching when he leaned in to ask:

"When's the wedding?"

[into-crazy]

My thoughts on J with a s/o that plays video games

I was inspired by @loveletterstoledger​ and their wonderful hc's on gaming. I just wanted to share my own concepts. I based and wrote this from my own experiences- from what games I like to play and how I play. This ended up unnecessarily long, but what can I say? I have no regrets. Anyways, enjoy my fellow(and non-fellow) gamers💘

Warnings- Cursing & brief mentions of violence

There were many things about you that never cease to amaze and humor Joker. Like the time he found you on the couch, intently staring at the flat screen with a game controller in your hands.

You loved playing video games, especially the graphic and violent ones. Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, Mortal Kombat, Twisted Metal, House of the Dead: Overkill Extended cut, and Street Fighter were a few you often played on two different consoles. Especially online where you could play with/against others.

Without bragging, you've become a fairly proficient player. Playing them over some time, always finding ways to improve your skills. The more you played, the better you got.

J never shared your interest in such games simply because he lives them out in real life on the daily. Gunfire, explosions, and violence are already apart of his dangerous lifestyle. So why waste his time watching or acting it out on a TV screen when he could go out and do all of that himself?

However, that didn't stop him from watching you play sometimes. Whether he was sitting next to you on the sofa fiddling with his knives, or glancing over while he'd work on some wild contraction on your kitchen table.

"Think you're good at that, huh? How about coming with me tonight? I'll give ya that same gun an' we can ah, test that out." He'd slyly remark, laughing when you’d agree to take him up on it.

It amused him to see how competitive you'd get, so invested in the game you were currently playing. Which you were quite good at, he thought to himself.

He didn’t peg you for as the “gamer” type, and he found it interesting that you were into that violent stuff. Then again, you were with him, so it didn’t come off as much of a surprise. 

He especially found entertaining the frustration you exude when things weren't working well for you in the session/lobby. Whether it was lag or you getting your ass kicked.

Now you're not much of a sore loser, in fact you're actually a chill and clean player. Although, you do have your moments. Muttering and sometimes even shouting profanities aloud like, "Idiot!" // "Damn it." // "Fuck me!"

"What? Here, now?" Would J playfully tease you, snickering when you'd shoot him an annoyed glare. "Sheesh, you're rather feisty, bunny. Gettin' all worked up over a measly game."

"Yeah, one that I'm losing!"

The ones he likes to watch you play often are GTA and COD. At times he was helpful, and other times he was purposely obnoxious.

"Watch the health bar." // "Reload the gun." // "Look to the left. Shoot! He's right there!" // "Ah, see? Had ya just listened to me, ya would have won. I would've."

"It's because I was listening to you that I got my ass whooped." You'd argue back. "I'd like to see you have a go at it! If you're so confident in that statement, then prove it. Play me a round."

That was a clear challenge, and J does enjoy himself a challenge. A wide grin splits his painted cheeks, scars bunching up in genuine amusement as he'd cackle. "You ah, sure about that toots? Because, I'd have no problem in beating you at your own game."

But you paid no mind, already handing him the spare controller, donning a confident smile of your own. "Postive."

You set it up- COD one-on-one Team Deathmatch, twenty minutes. Player with the most kills at the end wins. You briefed him of the remote buttons and special moves. He chose the map, and you started.

The first half, you took it easy. Let him ease into the game. Right off the bat was he running around the map and shooting wildly. But J was a fast learner, he quickly got the hang of it.

"I'll bite, this is a little fun.."

After killing you a couple times, he became too cocky. "Come on, doll. I've seen ya play better than that. Go hard, huh?"

He asked for it. Switching back into gamer mode, you showed no mercy. Headshots, sniper shots, melee attacks, you name it. Soon racking up kill after kill. Now, it was your turn to laugh and J didn't like that.

His cackling stopped and he grew irritated. Hands tensing around the controller, you thought he was going to break it. Frustrated growls left him each time your count went up. He was losing, and he hated to lose. Which ended up being the case once the round was over.

"I don't like this game." He grumpily mumbles, carelessly tossing the controller to the side.

"Awe come on J, don't be such a sore loser." You'd sprinkle salt on the wound, mimicking his tone from earlier back against him- "It's just a game."

That point on, he made it his goal to beat you. Or at least give you good competition. But mostly just to beat you so he could have the satisfaction in winning. Joker had to win.

When he wasn't busy terrorizing the city, messing with Bats, drawing up a plan, or spending quality time with you- he was on your console. Playing against others online, just how you would. Practicing, getting better.

You've actually walked in on him a few times, his focused eyes glued to the screen. It was a funny sight to see, and you wondered if that's how you looked when you played.

One evening you came home to find a large, opened box containing a bunch of game controllers on your table. "Um J, where did you get these?"

"I found 'em." He stole them. Off to his side there were already two broken ones. "Oh- which reminds me," he hands you a brand new copy of your signature controller. "I sort of uh, used yours." In translation, he got mad and broke it.

Once he knew he mastered his skills, which didn't take him long, he challenged you to a proper rematch.

You gladly accepted, thinking this oughta be good. And no doubt it would be, you've watched him, he's going to be a real competitor.

"What do ya say we take it up a notch, hm bunny?" To make things more interesting, Joker thought it would be fun to raise the stakes and you couldn't agree more. Wagering a bet of whatever the winner desires. You each laid yours down and finally agreed.

Everything was set up the same as last time. While the screen was loading, you looked towards J who held a half smirk. He was gonna play dirty, you were sure of it. Anticipating it even. Sometimes, it's fun playing dirty. He always made it such.

You grinned, offering words of encouragement. "Good luck J, may the odds be in your favor~"

I was in a writing rut, and this was really fun to do. I hope I didn’t write him too out of character, if I did.

[welcometomy20s]

February 6, 2021

February 8th is the 3rd anniversary of Nijisanji, and to celebrate I want to give you a quip about every single extant member of Nijisanji... since there are over 130, that’s including ID, IN, and KR... but not VirtuaReal, because they are not on Youtube and also.... China... it’s split into three parts. Part 1 covers everything up to the merger that happened on the beginning of 2019.

First Wave

Tsukino Mito - The iinchou. One of the original seiso gone wrong. Mito is something else, a term I used for Haato, but Mito’s degeneracy feels very different. Mito is much more cynical, definitely likes gore like Korone, and definitely one who calculates things. Haato is just beginning to figure out how to play out her degeneracy, to great effect, but Mito knew the future. In that sense, she fits the Student Representative nature.

Remember that Mito is kind of like Sora in Hololive. This comes as the major source tension, for Hololive, it’s the tension of being an idol and being oneself. Here, it’s more like how to best express oneself within the limitation of the medium. It seems similar, but the feeling is quite different, and that’s what makes Nijisanji so different from Hololive.

Higuchi Kaede - I heard she plays the trumpet. Hmm, that’s all you need to know about this person. If you were in band, you know the instrument determines your personality. Trumpet people are outgoing, brash, but ultimately a nice group of people. The girls, in particular, have a cool side to them, even if they present feminine. They are going to be good friends, with no worries of love blossoming. Usually referred to as Deron, which roughly translates to a slobbering napper... and part of JK Gumi with Mito and Rin.

Shizuka Rin - The functional leader of the group. She’s the competent one, pretty good at gaming, pretty good at hosting, good at being both boke and tsukkomi, also good at drawing apparently. Also good at language as well.

Yuki Chihiro - A soft spoken loli who plays a lot of shooters, and is pretty good at them. Also quite pervy at times. So, just your typical salty gamer, who happens to be a magical girl, apparently... so in another word, a brat.

Elu - Full name, Snow White Paradise El Santo Flow Wasurena Pure Princess Livre Love Heidern Dokodoko Yattaze Valkyria Passion Alfr Noel Chakoboshi Eluaria Frosia Made-in Bloom Elu. Shares the illustrator with Hal Shibuya, Toya, Sister Claire and so on. Started out as a talk streamer, known for her wide range of voice, she shifted to playing Minecraft as you usually do. A bit lacking at top, but tries her best.

Shibuya Hajime - Not to be confused with Shibuya Hal, who was affiliated with upd8. One of the more proficient players in Nijisanji, from his start as pro Getting Over It player, to giving tech advice, and eventually establishing himself as a pro PUBG and Apex player. Apparently did some odd tweets that got him under fire, but he’s better now, apparently. Probably why he did so good at the imagination tournament.

Moira - A goddess, you know with ara ara and everything. Apparently seems to have her head above her clouds... which makes sense considering she’s a goddess.

Suzuya Aki - We have a cross-dresser, everyone. According to TVTropes, he’s affably evil, you know the type. Apparently the most normal of the first wave... and as you have might have guessed Toya really likes this kid. It figures.

Second Wave

Morinaka Kazaki - Another loli character, but has an adult form. Formed a duo with Gibara for some goddamn reason... childhood friends with Emma August, and strangely seen as mother-like, although she looks ten half the time. It’s odd.

Mononobe Alice - Not a loli, despite the appearance... and some of her acts. Has a decent grasp in English, which is really pretty cool. Not much other than that.

Suzuka Utako - The shotacon of the group, and just the most perverted person. Usually has a deep voice, but actually has a pretty wide range, and therefore a really good singer. First Nijisanji member to get banned, apparently.

Fumiko Tamaki - Very much Nijisanji’s own Okayu, including the bad live streaming environment, and having a cat of her own, who is just the most bad of kitties... but even more like a cat in how her schedule is what she feels like... apparently got 250 grand by sleeping. Well, sleeping cat is a staple. Also has a tendency to get her jaw taken out... you know those people. As you might garner, very clueless with technology.

Yuhi Riri - She’s from the future... She has a nice boyish voice, but usually is the butt of the joke due to her lore, so no one comments about it. She seems nice.

Ienaga Mugi - Shares the illustrator with Rin, a shut-in who loves video games and her onii-chan, one of the few who actually grows in age. Pretty good musician, likes to flirt with Riri... which is interesting. Had her identity revealed at school... yikes.

Ushimi Ichigo - She’s a strawberry milk sea slug, which is just the coolest thing. Has a father-daughter relationship with Belmond, and good at drawing. Got some cool advice from Matsuri... which actually, uh, isn’t really a good idea, isn’t it?

Kenmochi Toya - Speaking of not being a good idea to be next to lolis... many people point to the double standard about female vtubers being creepy as kind of a quirk, compared to men, who would go straight to jail... and I point to Kenmochi Toya.

He’s a good host, strangely like Matsuri or Marine, apparently the son of Mito, which Mito likes but Toya doesn’t... go figure. Has that v-line chin that is parodied a lot, and likes to rap... which also feels like a Marine thing. Sorry... he’s pretty good on his own.

Fushimi Gaku - Cheerful man who does a morning show and plays horror games. Kind of plays the father figure for the second wave... but also has a dark side, which makes sense considering the children above. Also fit with the horror games above.

Gilzaren III - Rarely streams, but hangs around in the chat a lot, like he’s some kind of an official lurker of Nijisanji. Also speaks with a pretty high tone, which doesn’t quite fit, although this might be a ruse... it’s unsure.

Nijisanji Gamers

Kanae - Kind of have his head in the clouds, which fits the lore of having amnesia. Kind of the leader of the Gamers, and one of the best at gaming. Does long streams and everything, likes PUBG but venturing to Apex and the likes. Good at Minecraft, too. Usually works with Kuzuha, leading to that famous clip... such a good classic.

Overall, a really solid streamer and personality in general. A real gem for the crew.

Akabane Youko - Rarely streams, but she is good at gaming. Has a wild laugh and so people still like her... huh, in some sense she’s the female Gilzaren.

Himawari Honma - Gamers 2nd Generation is an absolute goldmine. There were three, one of them retired, but you still know her (wink wink), and all three are just fantastic. Probably the best is Hima... one of those empty-head people that is really good at gaming... you know, Aqua, but somehow better, least to me.

Like Aqua, she's a pretty good singer and she likes vocaloids. But Hima-chan is like a sunflower while Aqua is an... onion. I mean onion could be sweet, but it always gives off a bad taste at the end, while a sunflower is a pure delight. Just look at her, her emptiness is a light, while Aqua’s emptiness is dark. (You can tell my bias here.)

I never like the dumb sterotypes, but Hima is so warm and comforting in her emptiness that you cannot help but smile at the airhead. She’s just such a good vtuber.

Sasaki Saku - She’s the hot-headed of the three, well two. She picks fights with everyone, including people like Belmond or Yashiro, and they fight back because she’s just an entertaining fighter. She’s entertaining, period.

Kuzuha - Probably one of more well-known male Nijisanji members. Went on the Suisei route, as in, he was independent before joining Nijisanji. Plays FPS with Kanae as mentioned before. Pretty good player, but better at banter. Kind of a mischievous person who is actually quite shy... a little of Pekora in the person, except Kuzuha is more annoying than truly like a villain that is Pekora.

One of the people who says cannot sing, but can actually sing very well. Just overall, a great talent to have and just fun to watch, especially in collabs.

Shiina Yuika - Likes Nintendo, and also does a radio show on YouTube. Actually did a radio show as well once. One of the brutally honest people, and a trouble-maker.

As you kind of expect, Sasaki Saku was the one who really got her into the groove, and during her what-turned out to be an absence, Shiina did feel a bit down. Likes to sleep, which makes sense in the context. Not the best at gaming, but still a fun player.

Aqua really likes her, which is interesting since she shares the illustrator with Okayu, and therefore the two are close friends... and they would go after the poor onion.

Makaino Ririmu - Supposedly a succubus. Definitely headstrong and kind of a loli, so there’s a pretty wide fanbase for her... but she’s honestly a good-hearted person. Just look at her collabs with Kou or Lize... she did calculus for a stream?

SEED 1st Gen

Ryushen - Real name, Sengawa Midori. Singer of uncertain gender, so I’ll use ‘they’. Known to be the planner, and a good one at that. Friends with Sister Claire, and their junior, Kakeru and Hayato. Is part of the group, ‘Rain Drops’ with five other members. Originally stated to be part of VOIZ, a male pop group, but as stated... ‘they’.

As for personality, they are a cool kid, friendly with others. Not a bad person to watch.

Hanabatake Chaika - Muscular Okama Elf who wears a maid dress. Very cool personality, a rough and tumble kind of person. As with the description earlier, the concept is odd, but the person is odd in a more palatable way. Honestly, one of people I would try to seek to watch in Nijisanji. Apparently the cross-dressing thing was enforced, rather than a personal choice. Got turned into a robot once.

As for an example, his 3D debut was actually months after he has gotten them and actually used them in collabs and TV interviews, so Chaika skipped right to the shenanigans instead. Perhaps this spontaneity is what makes Nijisanji 3D better.

Yashiro Kizuku - Concept is a systems engineer, likes rhythm and retro games. Friendly with a lot of people, especially with Sasaki Saku, which they host a gaming show. It’s really fun! They are a good bickering couple. The show is kind of a good gateway for Nijisanji as a whole, I believe. Oh, right the intellectual test with Hima...

Yeah, the blandest concept, but one of the most likable members in Nijisanji.

Dola - She’s a fire dragon. Act as an elder to the SEED group, kind of an admin at the minecraft server, so she’s treated like a god here. Good singer, great dancer.

She’s in a group with Yashiro, Hima, and Kuzuha, where the concept is that they are a family, with Dola and Yashiro being parents, and Hima and Kuzuha being their children, and they are one of the best groups to come out of Nijisanji. You can’t miss them.

Sister Claire - Usually does really short talk streams, which was reformatted to a radio format. One of the last seiso people, but strangely gets along with many of the members, mostly because she wants to be funny, and honestly... succeeds for me.

Also a great singer... who would have guessed? Sometimes treated as a cult leader.

Todoroki Kyoko - A 19 year old gyaru. Self proclaimed normie, but obviously not the case anymore. Great at drawing, but only in 2D. As with gyarus, really nice!

Suzuki Masaru - A chunni cross-dresser. Wants to be cool, but obviously cute. Actually doesn’t really like cross-dressing, but it does get the views. Honestly, he looks cool.

Uzuki Kou - A rich teenage boy, well liked by other people. Great singer but doesn’t show often... he does have a rap about hot pot ingredients that is well-covered by others. Friends with Ririmu, I believe. He’s a nice person to watch.

Azuchi Momo - A 14-year old illustrator who did her own design, and one of the most dangerous members of Nijisanji. Yep, known for her curses and drinking cocktails... and yes, she’s supposed to be 14. But even she recognizes that she’s an adult woman...

SEED 2nd Gen

Takamiya Rion - A student at a magic school. Supposed to be a lass, but in reality becomes like that sketch where two beautiful women are dubbed by kids? Yeah, she becomes like that. Just the least intelligent person... good for moron-sexuals, I guess.

Apparently this is more a debuff, as she can act smart and lady-like in late night streams. She was the one who hosted the imagination event. Also really likes SAO, and therefore fell into Genshin pretty hard last year, and who can blame her?

Asuka Hina - Is sometimes called a succubus, kind of works a producer and did a special producing session as a result. Can be calm and outgoing at once.

Maimoto Keisuke - Originally a farmer, but got tired of it. Does gaming and sport commentary, usually wrestling or baseball. Became someone who always gets tortured by his female peers... strange but not a bad character. Oh, this harassment leads to a lot of anger and there’s a tradition where they burn people virtually... and he always gets lumped in as a person to be burned. Friends with Subaru and Ui, and forms the Oozora family, believes to be a middle-aged man, but others don’t treat him like that.

Amemori Sayo - Typical high school student, but we’re sure she’s a ghost. Does a lot of special effects, leading to tech problems. Kind of a quiet speaker.

Kanda Shoichi - typical college student, has a buddy relationship with Gundou Mirei. Good at gaming, singing and hosting, which means he got his due even though it was a little late. Doesn’t really like Korea, though, which is a problem.

Rindou Mikoto - An oni queen, likes girls and booze. Can hold down a liquor, and hold down a girl... a quick learner in everything, therefore excellent at everything.

I knew her as Marine’s coach at Mario Kart... and now I know the reason.

Joe Rikiichi - He’s a joker, a real comedian. Good at improv. Pretty poor. Does late-night radio with Maimoto as well. He’s always a fun person to watch.

Debidebi Debiru - Demon koala who dabble in the occult. He’s the kid in the family, with all the stubbornness and gumption included. Likes to make nicknames, good in collabs. And as with kids, ultimately a good person at heart, which is why he does collabs.

Probably one of my favorites... I’m kind of miffed his section is so short, honestly.

Sakura Ritsuki - A fairy from another world. Basically only plays minecraft as the resident builder in the area. Got a new outfit, and suddenly got a ship going on with Kuzuha, which is good for her, I guess. Yeah, she does what she does.

Machita Chima - A great singer and bit of a psychopath. Went dark to study for exams, but soon returned to herself. Kind of a younger Suisei is what I’m getting at.

Belmond Banderas - The Corpse of Nijisanji. Low voice, and very kind to everyone. But he can be funny too. If he’s drunk, he’s just your average guy who agrees on everything. Also incredibly lucky, apparently, enough to make a religion with Lize as worshipper.

Yumeoi Kakeru - Singer-songwriter who got calling as a host. Really likes Ryushen to a psychopathic degree, but they are good friends as well. Seriously, he’s one of those well-adjusted psychopaths. Apparently he was a biochemist before singing. Sara calls him papa... which, okay, I guess. Did some shady stuff like catfishing in the past...

Overall, he’s that person who came from a rough background, and that means there’s some edges and some of his strength. Definitely an important asset.

Kuroi Shiba - She’s a four year old dog, but acts like an old lady and eventually earned the suffering characteristic and works at a shady company. But what’s the most fascinating thing is her deep lore. Seriously, it might be one of the most interesting lore before Haachama/Haato became a thing.

Yaguruma Rine - A eleven-year old girl who says the first thing on her mind. Also went dark during exam season, but returned after the summer exams. Practices English a bit during her streams, so there’s that going for her. Also her phone disappeared for a bit.

Harusaki Air - Air here meaning ‘spring’ in Greek. Kind of interpreted as a cleaner version of Toya. He’s a prince, so he’s usually busy... unlike a certain princess.

Naruse Naru - Remember has a different look! Although now he can switch it back and forth... apparently it was management issues? Whatever, won the current mario kart tournament (Mikoto was second) and that’s pretty much it, honestly.