#i’m gonna give it a try hehe i am always looking for tools to help me Get My Life Together lmao

[inkykeiji]

I've been doubting to send you this, but I'm going to give it a shot with the best intentions.

There's this app called Finch. Which can help you to get through the day. You set goals and with fulfilling those goals, you grow a bird. Like tamagotchi, only this one doesn't die, fortunately 🤭 -🦒

oh wow, that’s super cool!! thank you so much for sharing this with me, sweet giraffe! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ and for inadvertently sharing it with the rest of my blog, too!! it’s rly rly rly cute; i love self-care apps that gamify the process and try to make it fun and engaging, because doing the work can be so extremely hard sometimes, and being able to nurture a cute lil pet and watch it grow as you work on yourself is such a lovely lil metaphor :3

[pepperpills]

karl caught s/o masturbating

jeez, i got so excited for my first request that i may have made it a bit too long hehe hope u enjoy it

once it is said "s/o", i chose to do it karl x female reader because it is easier for me, but i'm sorry if that is not what you wanted .-.

here it is (needless to say it has NSFW content, so kids, skip this one):

Saturday Surprise

It was still Saturday. Usually, it would make you happy, because that meant you would have some time alone with Karl, he would take a break from work and his obsessions just to find himself cuddling your hair as you two watched one of the marvellous Romanian sunsets on the factory’s ceiling. But not this Saturday. He was gone for the weekend for “fixing those bastards, kitten” he said when he told a gloomy you about his soon-to-happen absence.

He left on Friday morning after a snoring heavy sleep due to the tiredness you gave him with your goodbye. Heisenberg kissed you on the forehead and told you he wouldn’t be long, but any time away from him felt like eternity to you.

You wandered the factory corridors – the ones you found safe -, ended up in a room full of his records and played a little music, dancing alone. It wasn’t bad, but at night, when you laid on that queen sized bed, oppressed by that sea of pillows unused, you missed him hard and could only fall asleep after putting on one of his explorer’s-like shirts. It has his smell all over it: metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too. It was infinitely reassuring and made you sleep tight.

The thing is, when you woke up on that lazy Saturday, not much later than the sun, lycans’ roars and crows’ croaks, that scent had you, well… wet, as if you had wet dreams with Karl, and maybe you had. The scent was like waking up to him, and as you wake up, you close your eyes and imagine him hugging you, sleepy mumbling into your hair, holding you to that position, trying to convince you to go back to sleep; you knew, on days like that, you would have to convince him to get up, he would hold you even tighter, let out low curses, harmless ones, and when he was lastly wakeful, he would attack you with tickles and fondness.

You snort in frustration and get up. A heavy breakfast would drive your mind away from it, you think. Anyways, you just have to hold it until he is back as you knew how teased he gets when you have a little fun without him. On your way to the kitchen, though, something else attracts your attention. His office door is opened. It wasn’t a secret, you could come in and out as you wished, just making sure not to disturb him on his work, but you never really pocked around there as he was always nearby. And there it is: a unique opportunity.

You sneak into the room as if you had bad intentions, you even imagine a cartoonish version of yourself rubbing hands, maliciously smiling at nothing in particular. His office has some filing cupboards on a wall, where you find nothing but his journals, notes on tests he applied and pictures of his experiments, some of its drawers have junk too and it is more or less disorganized. The right part of the office has a surgery bed and some tools, as you are not really interested in that, you don’t take a closer look.

Instead, you go directly to his chair. It is one of these quilted black director’s chairs with a tall backrest. There is a small, mahogany chest on the table in front of it, along with some minor metal parts, a lamp and some papers. You try to open it, but it is locked. You sigh, imagining what is inside. Maybe a gift? You wonder. Anyways, that morning laziness starts to get to you again and you feel comfortable in his chair. You close your eyes and can’t help yourself, but to remember all those memories of you two having fun in that exact spot. It arouses you instantly.

You were already wet, but now you are desperately needy. You recall getting on your knees one night when he refused to go to bed, even though he was restless, so, to convince him, you started kissing his waist line, going down, slowly, touching his strong, thick thighs, his moans like opera to your ears. Your hand slips into your pantie, automatically starting to stimulate your clit with your pussy soaked. You moan imagining it was his firm scarred hand rubbing you roughly, trying his best to satisfy you intensely on his steadfast manner.

You picture him coming from behind the chair, he touches your shoulders, put a little pressure on them, then let his fingers reach your breast through his shirt you are wearing, playing with your already hard nipples. You let low moans out, getting more and more turned on with that thought.

“Karl…” You whisper in pleasure.

“Yes?” A leonine voice responds from the door.

You open your eyes on a rush, turning fast to look a savage Heisenberg in the eye. He is framed by the door frame, looking like a man who just finished a mission, a hard day of work, but still has the energy. He still has his glasses on and is holding his hammer.

He walks in, saying nothing, which disturbs you deeply. He lays his hammer on the wall by the door and walks towards you. You can see his annoyed eyes because of the angle, he is too close, staring down at you.

“Having fun, ain’t you?” He asks, maliciously. “Hope you left enough for me.” Karl, then, smiles, not a sympathy smile, but a vicious one, one that tells you he will have you until the last drop of cum drains from him.

“Karl… I’m sorry. I’m gonna make it up to you.” You promise, almost on your knees.

“Oh, I bet you will.” He tells you. “Lean on the table.” It is an order.

You don’t have enough time to be confused, you don’t care anyway, your heart is beating fast, both because of fear and lust. You do as he says, leaning on the table so he has a privileged view of your butt. He spanks it one, two, three times, making you scream, getting even wetter than before.

“Tell me how much you like it, kitten.” He whispers fiercely in your ear.

“I-I love it, Karl, please…” You say in between moans as his hand grips your butt firmly.

His fingers touch your skin down the pantie, never penetrating your pussy, just messing around with your juice, pressing your butthole, entering just a little. You are hotter than ever, feeling tempted by this anal play, wishing for more.

All at once, the mahogany chest on the table spreads open – it has inner metal parts after all - and you see a shiny metal thing in there. You don’t recognize it at first, but when it starts flying to your back and you notice a black ornamental rose pinned to a drop-shaped object, you realise it is an anal plug. You groan to it as its cold metallic surface touches your hole. So Karl had a new toy hidden from you. That excites you even more.

“I don’t know if brats like you deserve this…” Heisenberg teases you, defiance sounding all over his tone.

“I will behave, I promise.” You promise again, willing to do whatever the hell he wants you to.

“Very well.” He says and you feel it slipping into you, making you feel so damn good.

You move your hips like crazy, feeling both his hand on your pussy and the plug in your ass. It feels good. Feels terrific.

“Argh, kitten, if you keep like that…” He groans and you know you have him hard, oh, you bet he has a major boner pulsating on those pants.

And you are absolutely right. Heisenberg is almost melting with the vision of your butt. Every time you move your hips you touch his delicious rod on. He has to bite his lips not to give you the satisfaction, but God damn it! you know how to make things hard for him. He can’t take no more of that.

Karl sits on the chair and pulls you straight to his lap, you sit on his cock and moan now knowing how you made him feel. He pulls it off, not even minding the rest of his clothes, just yours as he realises you from his shirt, having you completely naked for his gaze.

You don’t think much before hooping in his cock, feeling it all inside you at once, pressed by your very stimulated pussy and the plug. Both inside of you, giving you so much pleasure you could faint.

He is moaning savagely, griping your waist, making you shake for him, coming up and down like a happy rabbit, his happy pup.

He can’t stand the vision of your boobs jumping right in front of his eyes, so he grabs one and bites it. You scream due to surprise, but a wave of pleasure flows through your body. You are close, very close.

“Karl, I think I am gonna come.” You tell him, spoiled, moaning.

“I am too, buttercup.” He answers, sucking your neck, leaving a mark for sure, just to visually state that you are his.

You intensify the speed feeling as he tightens his grip. His cock is pulsating so much right now, you feel it all inside of you, you feel his cum being released deep down, filling you entirely and it is all for you and because of you.

You both are panting, completely weary because of so much exercise and pleasure. You hug him and burry your face on the curve of his neck and his collarbone, smelling the smell of metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He answers, cuddling your hair.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

push and pulls | ot7

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i tried i'm sorry if this sucks 🤧

jake and jay’s are are like semi-suggestive (i think?) imma just say that they are semi-suggestive to be safe

i aint gonna lie i’m a sucker for Jay cooking 😪

jake & hoon’s are kinda short bc it’s like 1 am rn 

Heeseung

Heeseung has always been good at everything no matter what it is. It isn’t to discredit any of his effort whatsoever, but as the school year continues everyone knows that things are just natural for Heeseung. Ever since your freshman year of high school, you’ve seen him as your main competition for 1st place in school. The problem? This man isn’t even aware of it. To you, he just breathes and wins the competitions, gets all the attention, and is at the top of everything. To him, it’s the only way you’ll even notice him. The competitions? It gives him a chance to stay after school to be with you. The attention? He’s only focused on yours. Him at the top of everything? Well, that one’s just because he’s Lee Heeseung. It’s after school one day and the both of you have stayed to help clean up the classes for extra credit. Like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances, his eyes drift to you whenever you don’t notice. Except for this one time.

“Stop looking at me!” you say, your eyes glaring at him. He’s taken aback as he never meant to offend you.

“Sorry,” he said, thinking that you’d just leave it at that. But instead,

“I know you’re fricking judging me Lee Heeseung.”

“What?”

“I can feel it in your eyes. I’ll always be second to you and I get it, you don’t need to rub it in, so just stop!” You throw the rag at the window, walking out of the classroom and he’s left alone wondering what the hell just happened. And suddenly the gap between first place and second begins to grow. To him, staying after school to study for competitions are no longer fun when you won’t even tell him to be quiet when he starts to sing. Your attention is gone just like his sanity. Being at the top never felt so lonely when you weren’t next to him. To you, staying after school becomes something you dread because of the silence in the room that you caused. Your attention seems as if it’s on everything but him but every day you have a hundred thoughts and all of them are infected with him. The two of you enter yet another school competition, making it to the top 3. Yet, unlike previous times, neither of you is in first place.

“In first place, we have Sim Jaeyun!” the announcer says. You and Heeseung look at each other in shock that the other wasn’t on the podium. Yet, you couldn’t care less. Because not getting first place causes you to go off on a rant that Heeseung joins in on. Staying after school turns into study partners at the nearby cafe which becomes study dates. Both of your attention is openly on the other. And while you’re both at the top academically, you become the couple goals everyone wishes they could achieve.

“ace of my heart 💞” you caption an Instagram post of a picture of Heeseung.

rest of the boys under the cut!

Jay

Culinary class is peaceful for Jay. He has control of everything, knows where the ingredients and cooking tools are, can do something he loves, and did we mention control of everything? As a chef, he learned what you were like the first few weeks of class. You were messy with apple peels next to the lime squeezer, engaging in a way of cooking that you defined as “organized chaos.” You didn’t use measurements, cooked things by eye, and used whatever seasonings felt right. It wasn’t that you were bad at cooking, he actually enjoyed your dishes. But your process was just something he couldn’t stand. And maybe he doesn’t really like you since you accidentally used the last of his honey when making cupcakes but that’s a story for another day. The culinary teacher decided to try something new to promote teamwork and for a week, the class would be in partners and cooking a dish new to both people. And who did Jay just have to end up with? You. As the two of you read the recipe for your first dish which was a dessert of sorts,

“What do you wanna use first, jackfruit or durian?” he asked. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your lips,

“Durian, because it looks like you,” you said before making your way to the table where all the ingredients were.

“Inner peace,” he muttered to himself as he watched you walk off. The next day, you were making peach tarts.

“Yah, Jay, look here,” you said as you held up your phone and the peach. In the photo you took, the peach was next to Jay’s face, sort of comparing the two.

“Why’d you take a picture of me?” he asked. He didn’t really mind photos, knowing full well how good he looked but you taking one of him came completely out of the blue. As you glanced up from your phone after hitting post, you were unable to stop your laugh,

“Your hair looks like a peach,” you said with a wink as you went back to cutting the ingredients.

“Do I just, do I just look like food now?” he muttered to himself with a huff.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind eating you,” you teased. You were smooth, he’d give you that. But, damn, he wanted to make you feel the way you were making him feel right now.

It didn’t take long for you to learn that Jay’s way of teasing made you flustered as hell. If you’d ask him to hand you something, he’d hold it above your head forcing you to have to jump up. It just so happened that he did this once right in front of someone else’s station and as you jumped, you almost knocked into them which led to his arm around you,

“Watch where you’re going,” he warned with a teasing edge as he handed you the carrots.

When you handed him something, he’d take it in a way that his hand held yours for a second but that second was enough. As the two of you cooked together, you entered your own world with no one else but the other in it. He was patient with your organized chaos, his own habits finding a place alongside your cooking routine. For the last day of working as partners, you two were to bake cookies. You put in a pinch of salt then some sugar when suddenly,

“YAH!” you hear from next to you. Met with Jay’s wide eyes as he looked in the bowl where you put the salt and sugar,

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I told you to taste the salt and sugar before you used it.”

“The first one tasted like salt so I put more of the second one.” He took a pinch of the sugar already in the mixing bowl then tasted it, a disgusted look appearing on his face”

“You put salt then more salt, good job y/n.”

“Huh?” He took another pinch then brought it up to your lips and as you tasted it,

“Why the hell is there two kinds of salt here!”

“One’s fine, the other’s coarse. I wanted to eat these y’know.”

“Fine, head over to my place after school and we can make cookies together.”

“That’s not funny. You can’t mess with cookies,” he muttered.

“Who said I was joking? We can even drizzle honey over it.”

Jake

Perfection doesn’t even begin to describe Sim Jaeyun. A gentleman, kind, smart, has an accent that you can’t help but sometimes tease him about, and obsessed with Layla were all things you couldn’t fault him for. But sometimes, just sometimes, he could be a little too nice. You couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight of the girl chatting with Jake by the benches and her feeling his arm up.

“Geez, tell her to go away!” you wanted to say to him as you started walking towards them.

“Hey,” Jake said with a smile as his eyes landed on you. The same smile he smiled at her with.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked, trying not to sound pissed but couldn’t help yourself.

“Yeah hold up.” Jake looked at the girl, “Just text if you need help with anything else on the homework,” he said before walking off with you.

“Who was that?” you asked as the two of you made your way to the cafeteria.

“New girl, needs help with physics so she asked me for help.” Jake was supposed to help you with physics.

“You gonna help her on Tuesdays?” you asked, referring to the day Jake always helped you. If he did notice your jealousy, he didn’t say anything about it. Oh, but he did notice. And he kind of wanted to edge it on to see how far things would go.

“Should I? She can hangout with me and Layla.”

“See if she likes me better than Layla.”

“Might take you up on the offer, watch your words, y/n,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? You introduce her to Layla and I’ll divorce you then take full custody.”

“I didn’t know we were married, don’t we gotta go out on a date first?”

“I don’t know, do we?”

“Let’s do it right now then.”

“Fine! Wait what-?”

Sunghoon

On the ice, you and Sunghoon went together like sugar and tea. Off the ice, you two were like the coarse salt that ruined the cookies in Jay’s fic. You and Sunghoon skated well together, putting on a performance that typically got you first place, but that’s exactly what it was. A performance. An act. Nothing more, nothing less. Neither of you talked when you saw each other after practice the next day at school. Neither of you actively told anyone that you knew each other more than most couples did. But there was just something about talking to Sunghoon outside of ice skating, acknowledging that there you had an ice skating persona as well as the persona you showed to everyone else, that frightened you. So both of you made an unspoken agreement that you’d keep your ice skater lives in the rink and outside of it. Except for right now where the transfer student who coincidentally just so happened to be an ice skater and was wondering if you’d be his partner for the upcoming showcase.

“Y/n already has a partner,” Sunghoon said, cutting in as he stood next to you. The transfer student’s eyes settled on Sunghoon,

“You’re Park Sunghoon, the guy who-”

“Almost made it into the Olympics? Yeah. And y/n and I are gonna do it together this year.” You weren’t quite sure how to feel about Sunghoon suddenly “claiming” you (not in a toxic way whatsoever, we don’t condone that here). But you did know that this meant Sunghoon knew of your existence outside of the rink.

“Says who?” you said, trying to see how this would go. He looked at you, fear flashing in his eyes at the thought of the two of you not doing this together.

“I thought, I thought we were? Are we not? We have our outfits planned and everything.”

“I mean… plans change, Hoon.” That nickname, the one only you were allowed to use for him.

“Do you not wanna do it together?”

“I’m just gonna… go,” the transfer student said.

“I do wanna do it together.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“We kinda don’t have a relationship outside of the rink, Hoon.”

“We can make one, then. Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Sunoo

You’ve always held a level of jealousy towards Sunoo. Sunoo has always been the guy who’s everyone’s friend even if he’s popular, the type of guy who waves at everyone, greets them with a smile on their face, and gets people to attend class/school events. Whereas you’re more on the introverted side, not really liking people. When it’s lunchtime, you tend to eat alone not really giving a damn about everyone else. You’re not exactly an outcast, just more comfortable  by yourself. You’ve always been jealous of how Sunoo’s open to people, talkative, and just overall likable. Because unlike him, people think you’re being mean when you’re quiet and it looks like you’re not listening to whatever it is they’re saying. Around school, Sunoo has earned the nickname Sunny while you’ve been given the nickname Winter. Everyone sees how you walk away whenever Sunoo waves at you in the halls. Everyone is aware of how you scoff whenever Sunoo does aegyo in front of you. Everyone notices how you get mad whenever he links his arm with yours. But it’s Sunoo who sees the glint in your eyes the second they meet his by your locker. It’s Sunoo who notices the slight smile that plays at the corner of your lips whenever he calls himself “ddeonu.” And it’s Sunoo who’s aware that no matter how much you protest when your arms link, you’re never the one to let go first. So he sits at the desk in front of yours during lunch, chatting his butt off about his day while stealing bites of your lunch. He gives you face masks with the excuse of “it was a buy one get one free deal and I don’t know who else to give it to.” He asks if he can style your hair playing it off as “practice.” Little by little, you begin to open up. When you see him in the halls, you start to give him a smile reserved only for him. When he does aegyo you tease him by saying that Jake does it better. And when he links his arms with yours, your pinkies intertwine. You bring an extra bag of chips for lunch and start making your portions larger to share with him. You invite him to the mall since you saw an online promo while walking by. You start to enjoy the way he plays with your hair, sometimes even craving his touch. Because we all know, the sun has its way of melting ice. 

Jungwon

Yang Jungwon, the class president, has a 100% success rate in getting field trip forms submitted on time. Well, it would be 100% if it weren’t for you. It seems as if you’ve made it your life’s mission to do everything and anything that’ll piss off Jungwon. Every time there’s a permission slip that needs to get signed, he constantly finds himself having to remind you of it so that it’d get turned in on time. Yet despite this, you always turn it in a day later. When things are kind of slow in class, you’re always talking to someone and have earned the title of the chatty kid no matter where the teacher makes you sit. Jungwon has no clue how someone as big of a procrastinator as you, always chatting with people when you don’t need to, and has your music playing so loud that everyone else hears, gets the good grades that you do. But regardless of what you do, you don’t bring down the class average so he’ll give you that. It’s time for a new seating arrangement and where does the teacher have you sit? Right next to him. So he’s dreading it, knowing that for the next 2 weeks he won’t get any work done, have to deal with you chatting to everyone, and has to be the one to catch you up when you enter class late.

“Hey,” you say with a smile as you settle in the seat next to his. He likes your smile, he won’t lie. But you’re annoying as hell. One week goes by as a back and forth of you constantly making efforts to get on Jungwon’s nerves but he returns the favor while teasing you back. With the two of you as partners, he starts to notice some things about you. Things like how you play with your thumb before raising your hand to answer the question. He sees that your notes are full of rushed scribbles and you dot your i’s close to the center but not just there. Your binder is covered with artwork of things you like and photos of you and your friends. Amidst your chattiness and tardiness, he finds himself looking forwards to certain things. He looks forward to your messy hair as you rush in 15 minutes late and start scribbling your notes in an effort to catch up. He looks forwards to how your conversations become a distraction from lectures. And he wonders to himself, what it’d be like if he were a photo in your binder.

As the second week continues, you start to see things differently with Jungwon. His reminders become less annoying and more useful as you take it in mind. When you’re late, he already has a second copy of the notes waiting for you on your desk. He buys you stickers for your binder using the excuse of “I stole it from my sister.” Before either of you realize it, it’s time for a new seating chart.

“Guess you’re happy to get rid of me, Wonie,” you joke as the two of you stood up to head to your new seats.

“I want you to sit across from me,” you hear him say.

“Huh?”

“At the Eggy Cafe on our first date,” he says before heading to his new seat.

Ni-ki

Dance class, it’s exhausting. Countless hours spent practicing a choreography that only lasts for a few minutes. Constantly getting yelled at by your teacher when you take a wrong step. Continuously in an unspoken competition with the best dancer of the school, Nishimura Riki. Ni-ki fools around during practices, usually to get on your nerves. Whenever you buy bungeoppang at the stall in front of the school, half of it instantly belongs to Ni-ki as he takes a bite when you’re not looking. Whenever the two of you are the only ones who’ve got the choreography down, sometimes you’ll slow things down to piss him off. There’s a flow to Ni-kis dances that no one else can replicate, a flow he was born with and can never be taught. Everyone, including him, is aware of this. But you’ve always been different from everyone else. All his life, he’s been told how good at dancing he is but you criticize him. While the others applaud his performance, your eyes are watching his every move. He almost hates how well you can spot the mistakes he can’t even see on himself. But as time goes on, these little competitions start to develop between you two, even outside of dance. When dance class ends, the two of you race to see who’ll get to the bungeoppang stall first. Last one there pays for bungeoppang. This is the competition you let Ni-ki win, using “I’m already tired from dancing” as an excuse. In the mornings, you compete to get to first period. Loser pays for lunch. This is the competition where there’s a middle ground between you two. Sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, other times you enter class together. When walking home, you compete to get to the bottom of the stairs at the subway station first. Whoever loses has to carry the other’s bag until you get home. Ni-ki lets you win this one, using “If I ran any faster I’d trip,” as an excuse. These small competitions become the things you look forward to throughout the week, enjoying the thrill of small moments with Ni-ki. At one point, the two of you (on separate occasions) talked to Jungwon about the competitions, telling your side. To the both of you, he says the same thing. “Why don’t you see who asks the other out first and plans the better date?”

❦ written by riri (@enhykkul)  | blog masterlist

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Ayato Route ー Chapter 3

ー The scene starts in the hotel room

Yui: ( Ayato-kun still hasn’t returned it seems... )

( I wonder where he went? Should I go look for him...? )

*Rustle rustle*

ー She goes down to the lobby

Yui: ( Ah, I recognize that back... )

Ayato-kun!

ー She runs up to him

Ayato: ...Chichinashi...

Yui: Where were you? I was worri...ーー

( ...Huh...? )

Hey, what’s wrong? You seem kind of tired...

Ayato: Shut up. I’m fine.

More importantly, are you well enough to be up and running again?

Yui: I’m fine, but...

Ayato: Mmh. Let’s go look for the locksmith together then.

Yui: Yeah...We have to find some sort of lead first though...

Ayato: I’ve got one. Seems like he’s hanging out in Saint Nore Park.

I found this person who spotted him there, you see...

Yui: Eh...?

( Then, could he have been looking around for the locksmith on his own this whole time...? )

Ayato: We might lose track of him again if we sit around too long. Let’s go.

Yui: Gotcha.

( ... )

ー She reaches for his hand

Ayato: ...Why did you grab my hand all of a sudden...?

Yui: S-Sorry...But...

( I was thinking of a way to say thank you and suddenly felt like doing this... )

Ayato: Hm, whatever. Anyway, let’s hurry.

Yui: Yeah!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: It’s still as crowded as ever...

Ayato: Yeah, you’re right...

Yui: ( What to do? Even if we know he’s here, with this many people around... )

Ayato: Well then. Guess it’s time for these bad boys to make an appearance.

Yui: ...? Ayato-kun, are those...?

Ayato: Hehe. I figured out what the dude looks like while I was gatherin’ information on him.

I drew this portrait of him. Whatcha think? There’s just no way we won’t find him with this, right?

Yui: ( ...I thought it was an animal of some sorts...But it’s actually a portrait... )

( Ayato-kun seems very confident but...I’m honestly a little worried... )

Ayato: ...What? Got a problem with my drawing?

Yui: Eh? ...No, that’s not it, but...

Ayato: ...? But, what?

Yui: Well...

Selection

→ Beg the question

Yui: ...No, it’s nothing...

Ayato: ...Hmm. Well, whatever.

→ Praise him (☾)

Yui: ...No, it’s nothing. I just thought your art style is very distinctive...

Ayato: Hah, right? You’ve got a good eye!

Yui: ( Either way...I feel as if I’ve seen this face somewhere before... )

( ...Am I just imagining things...? )

Ayato: ‘Kay! Let’s go ‘round the whole park showin’ people this portrait!

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Che, fuck...We’re not havin’ any luck...

Yui: Yeah...You’re right...

( We’ve been walking around the park asking others for information, but we haven’t even gotten any clues... )

( I guess it’s impossible with just a single portrait... )

Ayato: Hm? ...Ah!

Yui: ...What?

Ayato: Oi, take a look over there...!

Yui: Eh...?

???: Hahaha, then afterwards...

Yui: ( For some reason...That man vaguely looks like...the portrait drawn by Ayato-kun...? )

Ayato: It’s definitely him! Oi, let’s go!

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

( Way to go, Ayato-kun! ...I guess? )

ー They run up to the man

Ayato: Hey, Old Geezer! You’re the locksmith, right?

???: ...I can’t deny I’m the one and only but... ...! You’re that guy from yesterday...!

Yui: Eh? ...Ah! You’re...!

ー A flashback ensues

Vampire gentleman: I was shocked to find you passed out here! Did you come with someon...ーー

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: ...Oi! What are you doin’ to her!? Back off at once!!

*THUD*

Vampire gentleman: Uguh!?

Yui: ...! Ayato-kun!?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( The guy who helped me yesterday...And who was kicked by Ayato-kun...! )

( Who would have thought he was actually the locksmith...! )

Locksmith: What do you want? I didn’t think I would run into you two again here...

Just when I was enjoying the Parade too...

Take a look! My smile has been turned upside down because of you!

Yui: W-We’re so sorry...!

Ayato: Che...For real? No wonder the guy struck me as familiar when I was drawin’ his portrait...

Listen, dude. I’m sorry for what I did yesterday...I was convinced you were...

Yui: Um, we truly feel sorry. It’s just, Ayato-kun honestly didn’t mean any harm. 

He just got the wrong idea and...Well...

Locksmith: Hmhp! A little late for those excuses now. Besides, I’m enjoying my vacation right now.

I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t disturb me. Now leave.

Yui: ...But...!

Ayato: Listen up. There’s somethin’ we wanna ask of you.

Locksmith: ...Of me?

*Cling*

Ayato: ...It’s this. We have to fix this key by the end of today, no matter what...

I’m beggin’ you. Can’t you please help us out?

Locksmith: ...And give me one good reason to do that!? The answer is no.

Ayato: Didn’t I say ‘please!?’ If not, she’ll...Yui will...

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...

Locksmith: What does she have to do with it?

Ayato: ...Long story short, we need your skill to be able to save her!

So stop complainin’ and help us out!

*Thud*

Yui: ...Ayato-kun! C-Calm down...!

Locksmith: Hmph! You should probably do something about that short temper of yours.

...Anyway, if I don’t fix that key, something bad will happen to the young lady over here, correct?

...I suppose I have no other choice then. Let me make you an offer then.

Ayato: An offer?

Locksmith: Exactly. I challenge you to a game of go-cart. If you win, I will help you out.

Yui: ...! Really?

Locksmith: Yes, I mean it. Hey, you. This is how you negotiate with someone. Take mental note.

Ayato: Che, the fuck? This locksmith thinks he’s the shit...I don’t like him.

But fine. I just need to beat you in a go-cart race, right? Challenge accepted! You better brace yourself!

Oi, watch me, Chichinashi. I’m takin’ this victory home for sure.

Yui: Yeah...!

( Good luck, Ayato-kun...! )

Explanation: The player controls the go-cart of the character. Hitting the obstacles will slow you down. By touching the arrow, you can speed up. Use the D-pad to alternate lanes and reach the finish before time runs out.

You can play this game in EASY, NORMAL or HARD mode.

Ayato: Awesome, I win!

Locksmith: I didn’t think you could win against me in a go-cart race. ...As to be expected of Karlheinz’s son.

Yui: Eh? You knew...?

Locksmith: ...Guess so. That’s exactly why I wanted to beat him.

Ayato: Anyway, you’ll fix this key as you promised, right?

Locksmith: Yeah, of course. You won fair and square after all.

Ayato: I did it, Yui!

ー He scoops her up in his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

( Gosh, Ayato-kun...! )

Ayato: Heh! Didn’t I tell you? Yours Truly never loses...

There’s nobody out there who can beat me. I’m always number one!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the locksmith’s shop

Locksmith: Well then, come on in.

*Thud*

Yui: ( Wow. There’s many keys I’ve never seen before... )

Locksmith: ...Well then, show me the broken key.

Ayato: Yeah. It’s this bad boy.

*Cling*

Locksmith: ...Hm, this is...

...

Yui: ( ...He went quiet. He looks a little troubled... )

Ayato: Oi, what do you say? You can fix it, right?

Locksmith: ...I can. However...I will need a special mineral to do so.

Yui: A special...mineral?

Ayato: You just have to attach one side to the other, right!? Then why not use whatever you have laying ‘round to glue it together!?

Locksmith: ...No, that won’t work. Well, let me just show you. For example, if I try to use this metal...

*Cling cling*

*Thud*

Ayato: ...!?

Yui: ( ...The metal bounced off...? )

Locksmith: ...See? This key has been manufactured in a special way and can only be fixed by using an identical material.

It’ll be difficult to repair the key without the right mineral.

Yui: No way...

Ayato: Then we just gotta dig up that mineral from somewhere, right!? Where can we find it?

Locksmith: Even here in the Demon World, you can only find it in a select few locations.

The closest site would be...Right. The abandoned mine on Smaragd Volcano...

That place used to be a goldmine for all sorts of minerals. I’m sure you could still dig some up to this day.

Ayato: The volcano, right? ‘Kay, gotcha! Oi, Chichinashi! We’re leavin’ right away. Follow me!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah! Ayato-kun!

ー The scene shifts to Diamante Fountain

Ayato: That bein’ said, how are we gonna get to this abandoned mine...?

It can’t be helped...The Four-Eyes might just know a good way.

Okay, I’m gonna send him a message through my Familiar.

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun’s trying his very best... )

( He barely got any sleep last night either, did he...? I feel kind of bad... )

( For one, I wonder if this stuff we’re doing right now is really what the Count expects from us...? )

( I won’t deny that we broke into his house and broke the key, but... )

ー A flashback ensues

???: ...Exactly. While everyone else is too preoccupied with the Parade.

???: ...I will act as the decoy. ...As for the location, is Zartan’s Mouth okay?

???: Yes, I do not mind. However, there’s a few issues...

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( They were being kind of suspicious, right...? )

( I wonder what exactly that key is for...? )

( If those guys are trying to commit a crime using that key... )

( We basically aided them in that, no...? )

( In that case, the Count will... )

Ayato: Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve got a frown on your face...

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...

Ayato: I got a response from Reiji. That bastard really knows all the weird shit, huh?

But it saved our ass this time. It seems like we’ll need some tools, so let’s go collect them right away.

Yui: Y-Yeah...But...

Ayato: ...? What?

Yui: Shouldn’t you take a little break first?

You know...You haven’t been able to rest at all since yesterday, right?

Ayato: ...That’s what you’re worried about? I’m totally fine.

Besides, it’s my fault all of this happened in the first place, right?

You really think I can sit still and rest now...?

Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )

Ayato: The quickest route to the volcano is to take a gondola and go up the canal.

I’m sure you’re tired as well, but let’s push through a lil’ longer and rest on the journey there, ‘kay?

Yui: ...I’m fine. I’m much more worried about you...

Ayato: Didn’t you hear me when I said I’m fine? You weirdo. ...Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal

Ayato: Accordin’ to Reiji’s message, there’s a lake at the end of this canal.

And the entrance to the mountain should be somewhere in the nearby forest.

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...? Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve been actin’ off this whole time, you know?

...You’re not feeling sick again, are you?

Yui: ...I’m not! There’s just been something on my mind...

Ayato: On your mind? What is it? Tell me.  You shouldn’t keep secrets from me.

Yui: ...It’s about that key...

Ayato: ...The key?

Yui: ...Yeah. I was just wondering what they’d use that key for...

Ayato: ...Well, it didn’t seem like they’re up to any good.

Yui: ...! You think so too?

Ayato: I mean, those dudes in the basements were obviously actin’ suspicious, no?

They were hella pissed we listened in on their conversation as well. I’m sure they’re up to something.

Yui: ...In that case, what we’re doing right now is...

Ayato: ...Hmph. But you know, what’s the point in worryin’ ‘bout that?

Anyway, it’s my fault the key broke...

If they won’t forgive me unless I get it fixed, then I have no other choice.

That’s all the Count told us. We don’t exactly have the time to worry ‘bout what comes after, right?

Yui: You’re not wrong but...

Ayato: Oh, seems like we’re here.

ー The scene shifts to Tilkeys Falls

Yui: ( Waah...What a beautiful place. )

Ayato: ‘Kay, let’s keep goin’. Here, gimme your hand.

Yui: Yeah.

*Rustle*

( Swan-shaped boats...Everyone seems to having a lot of fun... )

( I would have loved to come here on a date with Ayato-kun instead... )

( However, now’s not the time for that. )

Ayato: ...

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Kyah!

( Ayato-kun, out of nowhere...! )

Ayato: Why do you keep makin’ those gloomy expressions?

Don’t worry. Once we find the right mineral real quick and get the key repaired...

I’ll for sure retrieve your heart from the Count, okay?

Then afterwards, let’s enjoy ourselves here to the fullest before headin’ home. How does that sound?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

( Could it be, he’s trying to cheer me up...Right? )

Fufu. You’re right. We better hurry then.

Ayato: Yeah!

ー The scene shifts to the mine site

Ayato: Che, this place’s pretty slippery...Oi. Watch your step, ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah...

( It’s pretty creepy in here...It looks rather worn out as well... )

( It won’t collapse, right...? I’m a little worried... )

*Thud*

Ayato: There we go...Guess ‘round here should do. Let’s try diggin’ into the ground.

Yui: I’ll start over here then...

Ayato: No, you don’t need to help out. I’d rather not have you collapse on me again. Just sit there and watch, ‘kay?

Yui: ...But...!

Ayato: I just said it’s fine, right? Anyway, let’s get started! Heave...hoh!

*THUD*

*Rustle*

Ayato: Uwah!

Yui: Kyaah!

Ayato: Che, bats...? Don’t give me a scare...There...!

*THUD THUD*

Ayato: Reiji knew more ‘bout the mineral.

It’s some kind of magic crystal about the size of a fist which gives off a silver shine.

Yui: Silver...? 

Ayato: Yeah. That’s why the dark will work to our advantage! If it shimmers, we should be able to spot it right away!

*THUD*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

( Again...! Is something lurking around...? )

Ayato: Hah, whatcha pissin’ your pants for? I bet it’s some lower class Familiar again?

*Flap flap*

Ayato: Che, it’s hella noisy though. It keeps on distractin’ me. I’ll chase it away!

*Thud*

Ayato: Imma go take a look up ahead so you stay here, ‘kay?

ー Ayato walks away

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...

( He left...Will he be okay...? )

Ayato: Hm? The fuck’s this? ...Wait. Uwah!? 

*CAW*

Ayato: Uwaahーー!!

Yui: ...!? Ayato-kun!?

( O-Oh no...! )

ー She rushes to his side

Yui: Ayato-kun, what’s wrong!?

( ...He’s gone...? )

Ayato-kunーー!?

*Flap*

Ayato: Chichinashiーー!!

*CAW*

Yui: Kyaah!!

( Ayato-kun...! He’s been caught by a giant eagle!! )

( W-What should I do...!? I have to save him...! )

Ayato-kun! I’ll be right thereーー!

Ayato: Forget that! Look! Inside its nest!

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: You can see it right!? There’s a silver light! Couldn’t that be the crystal!?

Yui: Ah...!

( He’s right...! There’s various silver crystals inside the eagle’s nest...! )

Ayato: Hurry up and take one! Make haste!!

Yui: ( B-But... )

*Chirp chirp chirp*

T-The chicks have got their wings wrapped around them...If I get close, I’m sure... 

( The Mother bird will get upset...! )

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Ayato: Like we have the time to worry ‘bout that! Hurry up while I keep the big one busy!

Yui: O-Okay...

ー Yui runs over to the nest

*Chirp chirp chirp*

Yui: I-I’m sorry...I only need one, okay...

*Rustle*

( Those crystals seem very dear to them...Right, I’m pretty sure birds are known to like sparkly things... )

...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: ...Kyaah!

Ayato: Fuck! Seems like she noticed you!

What are you takin’ your sweet time for!? Just snatch one already! ...Uwah!?

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Ow...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Ayato: You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! Look! The eagle returned to her nest. Now it won’t be easy to get close to it.

That was our chance! What are you doin’...!? 

Yui: B-But...!

( I just can’t...! Even if it’s from an eagle, it’d still make us thieves...! )

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: ( ...She’s wary of us... )

Ayato-kun, let’s go outside for now...

Ayato: Haah? Are you givin’ up? But why...!?

ー Yui walks away

Ayato: Oi, wait! Chichinashi!

ー The scene shifts to the entrance of the mine

Ayato: ...God, what are you playin’ at!? We were so close!

Yui: I’m sorry...But listen...

Those chicks were holding the stones so very dearly...

I just couldn’t bring myself to take them away...

Ayato: Haah? They’re eagles, remember? The fuck you sayin’...!?

Yui: B-But you know...We’re going around trying to clear our name so...

So don’t you think that by stealing something valuable from those eagles, we’d just be committing another misduct? 

Ayato: ...

Yui: Besides, when dealing with a human, we can always apologize and explain the situation to them.

However, when it’s an eagle, we would never be able to get their forgiveness, right...?

Once I realized that, I just couldn’t bring myself to steal the crystal...

Ayato: ...Haah. You really love to overthink stuff, don’t you...?

But well, whatever. No point in crying over spilled milk.

Let’s look for a different way for now. We still have to get our hands on one of those crystals no matter what after all.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...He understood... )

Want to move locations and try digging along the tunnel? I’ll help this time too...

Ayato: Mmh. Well...Guess we have no other choice...

Monologue

In what followed, the two of us went on our way,

digging around the entire mining site,

but we were unable,

to find the magic crystal.

With both of us completely exhausted,

we had no other choice but to return to the city empty-handed.

ー The scene shifts to café Tarte Tatin

*Cling*

Ayato: ...So what are we gonna do now...?

Yui: ...Yeah...

( For real, what should we do? )

( We have to get the key repaired by the end of today...Yet, we weren’t able to find the crystal in the end... )

Ayato: Say, I’ve been thinkin’. Don’t you think that Count might have one of those crystals in his possession?

He’s been goin’ ‘round stealing treasures from all ‘round the Demon World, so he’s bound to have one or two magical crystals amongst his collection...

Yui: ...I can definitely picture it...

( We had no other choice but to steal from the eagle to repair the key...I’m sure the Count watched all of that go down as well... )

( He might just be able to give us some advice at least... )

...Good point. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask

Ayato: We don’t exactly have much other choice. With that settled, let’s quickly finish our meal and get goin’.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal

Ayato: Oh, oi! Check that out!

Yui: Eh?

Waah...!

Ayato: It’s the Water Parade. Seems like we got here just on time.

Yui: Yeah, you’re right. It’s really pretty...

Ayato: ...

Say, listen...

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: ‘Bout the eagle’s nest from earlier...I’m sorry.

You actually weighed your options, didn’t you? Yet I kept on givin’ you crap for it...

Yui: ...

It’s fine. I should apologize as well. 

Even though...You tried so hard to get that crystal...

Ayato: ...Hey, Yui. Lift your face.

ー He steps closer

Yui: Eh? ...Nn...

Ayato: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...What a gentle kiss... )

( It’s always as if his kindness is being conveyed to me... )

Ayato: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( I can tell even if he doesn’t say it out loud. That deep down... )

( He’s really thinking of what’s best for me... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 2

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ SUBARU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ RUKI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ YUMA]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #5 [W/ SHIN]

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

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Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

[weakeninghope]

Solve me, solve you

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo/Narancia Ghirga

Rating: Teen

AO3 link here

Summary:   It came out as a simple request— and Fugo was not willing to oblige. For the sake of his — and Narancia’s — mental health.

“Fugo. Tutor me.” Narancia said, and there was some kind of finality in his voice. The boy always knew what he wanted and pursued it, went after it blindly. Don’t think, feel. That was his motto. But not Fugo’s.

They were too different. Fugo wonders why they were even friends.

Notes: Hello! I've been wanting to write Fugonara for ages dude, but I didn't feel confident enough and I didn't have any ideas either... but here I am!I've been thinking about the tutoring thing and I definitely feel that it would have been hard for Fugo to accept.Some notes:- I wrote this with manga Fugo on mind! also his backstory is the one on PHF - in this, Fugo has depression. I highly think he has it. And this is lowkey me identifying myself with Fugo too (I have depression, and I also have a high IQ and also felt lonely and like I had to live up to other's expectations) - I'm sorry for the ooc and for grammar mistakes. I'm not a native! (I'm from Spain)If you want to contact me, you can do so in @weakeninghope (tumblr) and @Shirotxpoison (twitter)!Comments and kudos are much appreciated <3

fic under the cut!

It came out as a simple request— and Fugo was not willing to oblige. For the sake of his — and Narancia’s — mental health.

 “Fugo. Tutor me.” Narancia said, and there was some kind of finality in his voice. The boy always knew what he wanted and pursued it, went after it blindly. Don’t think, feel. That was his motto. But not Fugo’s.

 They were too different. Fugo wonders why they were even friends.

 It had been a few months since Narancia Ghirga had joined the gang, since he had the potential, he saw Purple Haze that day in that alley after all, so he passed the test. Bucciarati had gotten them a two-room apartment and they were living together in Naples.

 They didn’t see each other too much at first, since Fugo would leave Narancia alone in his room and desert in favor of the library, his retirement. He always felt like there he could be himself. And… it wasn’t as if he didn’t trust Narancia — he did— if Bucciarati did, he did too. But…

 He was afraid to be around people. After the course of many years of violent outbursts and what had happened at the university, Fugo understood that he wasn’t meant to mingle with society.

 That he only existed as a tool to obey others and that would eventually rot and die a hopeless death.

 He didn’t want to mingle with anyone… except he did.

 When he helped Narancia.

 But there was something in those eyes —he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what— hopelessness, maybe? But he kind of… felt identified with the despair of being alone, with not knowing what could possibly happen to him…

 He just… had to do something. He felt like he would eternally berate himself if he didn’t, and he was fed up already with his regrets. So he made a mental list of things he didn’t want; and feeling bad for not helping this boy was at the top. And then he asked Bucciarati to order a plate of food for him; and when Bucciarati gave the boy his plate of food, Fugo smiled.

 He remembers feeling really weird… it had been a lot since the last time he smiled, he didn’t even when Bucciarati got him out of the cell.

 He couldn’t help but feel bad for Bucciarati. Fugo was just a burden; what could be good of bailing him? Why would someone do that? He had, after all, hit a professor with a dictionary, screwing up his future and not living up to the expectations of his family.

 But honestly… after having had this violent outburst he didn’t feel bad for the professor, he didn’t feel bad for his family…

 He just felt like he was an utter failure. A worthless piece of garbage.

 And that day he swore he would stay away from everyone as much as possible.

 But he broke it by helping Narancia out.

 He broke it by eventually becoming Narancia’s friend; recommending him books, laughing when Narancia couldn’t make his way through them, reading it along with him, spending afternoons strolling around with him, talking with him about whatever…

  “Fugo, are you listening to me?” Came Narancia’s question. He was kind of annoyed since it was evident that Fugo wasn’t paying attention to him. Seriously, what could he possibly be thinking?

 “No.”

 “No to ‘are you listening to me’ or to ‘tutor me’?”

 “To both.”

 “To both.” He mocked, imitating (or trying to, at least, Fugo’s voice). Narancia’s voice had gotten quite a lot of life since Bucciarati had sent him to the hospital to heal his eye, and since he had joined the gang. Narancia seemed to be quite cheerful these days, and Fugo was really glad.

 But he was also scared. What if something happened to Narancia?

 Oh god. He was the one who introduced Narancia to Bucciarati. He was the one who introduced Narancia to the mob…

 “Fugo! Stop spacing out, or I’m going to get angry at you!”

 “You don’t want the opposite to happen, trust me.”

 “What?” Narancia asked as he sat in the bed, next to Fugo. He somehow felt that he needed to be closer to Fugo.

 He knew that there where days in which Fugo didn’t feel well.

 Those days, they would spend them together in silence or casually speaking about something until Narancia left so Fugo could be alone. He didn’t want to bother him after all.

 But one day Narancia realized that he wanted to… be like him. Not to copy him, but be smart… so that’s why he thought about Fugo tutoring him, hence gone to his room to ask him if that could happen.

 But Fugo didn’t seem willing to make it happen.

 “I have terrible, violent outbursts. I’m short-tempered. Narancia, do you even know why I entered the gang?” Fugo confessed. He didn’t know if Narancia knew, he possibly could have asked Bucciarati about it. But he didn’t want Narancia to grow scared of him for what has happened, but…

 He lived with him. he knew how sometimes he didn’t even get out of bed. He knew how some nights he would lock his door to cry himself to sleep. He knew how he would leave without giving any explanation to Narancia.

 But did he know why everything happened? Did he know that he felt extremely guilty for allowing all of this to happen?  Did he know that he only wished for the best the best to happen to Narancia?

 “Dunno, you copied in an exam?” Narancia asked, looking straight at Fugo. His voice was so innocent that Fugo couldn’t help but to giggle a little bit. Narancia was so raw, so honest… so utterly beautiful.

 “This is serious, Narancia.”

 “Man, I said I dunno… but anyway that was in the past, y’know? I care about the present Fugo. The present Fugo is the one who… saved me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Bucciarati. If it weren’t for you. You’re violent? Okay, then come at me, you bastard.” Narancia rambled. At that, he opened his arms to Fugo.

 Hesitantly, Fugo sat up on his bed and dove straight to Narancia’s arms. The hug felt warm, comfortable… like anything he had experienced before. He could only compare it to when his grandmother would hug him or ruffle his silver hair. But then his grandmother died and the only home for Fugo’s solace had disappeared as well.

 Except it had… seemed to come again.

 Fine… he could try to tutor Narancia.

 “Okay… I’ll tutor you.” He muttered against Narancia’s shoulder, feeling Narancia’s sweat clinging to him. He’d have to take a shower.

 “Really? Thank you, Fugo, you’re the best!” Narancia exclaimed as he hugged Fugo tighter. “I’m gonna be smart, I’m gonna go to school someday!” He let go with excitement. Fugo felt his face grow hot and his heartbeat race. He couldn’t believe he was helping someone… he couldn’t believe Narancia still wanted to be around him even while being aware of what could happen.

 “Fugo?”

 “Hmmm?”

 “You’re still hugging me, man.” Narancia observed. At that, Fugo reluctantly distanced himself from the dark-haired. He had felt too good enveloped in Narancia’s hug, though…

 “S-sorry! I just... lost track of time…” The silver-haired apologized. You were just too warm… He thought.

 “Hey, don’t apologize? I actually like it to, hehe. Hug me more if I get my math right, okay?”

 “I wouldn’t object to that…” Fugo whispered, his face felt too hot. Crap, what if Narancia saw it? What would he think of him? Would he think he’s weird?

 “Yay!” Narancia threw his arms to the air and got off Fugo’s bed. “Can’t wait for tomorrow to come!” He said.

 Tomorrow, huh…?

 -

Fugo checked his desk. Okay. It was clean enough.

 So today he was supposed to tutor Narancia, in a few minutes he’d come to his room and the tutoring would start.

 His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t seem to focus; he could just… obsessively check his surroundings because he wanted to know if everything was clean enough. Was it clean enough? Although Narancia wasn’t one to care about his room being clean, he had seen Narancia’s room, and had yelled at him to tidy it up a few times, to no avail though.

 A knock on the door.

 “Fugo!” He heard Narancia’s voice from the other side of the door. Okay, time to answer…

 But Narancia barged in.

 Fugo felt his anger boil. But he wasn’t going to screw up. So he clenched his fists and forced a polite smile on himself.

 “Oh, Narancia, I wasn’t expecting you here this early.” He said, mentally counting to ten. He wasn’t going to screw this up, everything was going to be fine.

 Narancia then closed the door and sat on a chair that Fugo had previously prepared for Narancia to sit onto.

 “What are we going to do today?” Narancia asked. He seemed too eager. It was obvious that he didn’t know what failure of a teacher —of a human being, really  — Fugo was.

 “Addition. I’m going to scribble a few problems for you here, okay? Wait for me.” Fugo calmly instructed.

 So he grabbed the sheet and wrote a few problems, not too hard, really, considering that he had to explain Narancia what was wrong if he got them wrong, which Fugo supposed he should be prepared for.

 But… what if he wasn’t?

 He felt his hand tremble against the paper.

 His whole life flashed into his eyes. His siblings bullying him. His parents expecting way too much. His obligations. His grandmother dying. The professor.

 His mind then pictured an image of Narancia failing, failing something so simple that he could do with his eyes closed. Failing…

 Failure was definitely not an option.

 “Fugo?” Narancia asked when he felt Fugo’s teeth clacking. Was… everything okay?

 I definitely can’t do this. I’m sorry, Narancia…

 Fugo then stood up of his chair and left the room. He didn’t pay mind to Narancia’s worried screams for him to return, he just did what he always did when his anger got the best of him.

 Run away.

 So he left the house and, once he was on the street, he took a moment to think and look at himself.

 He was pathetic.

 -

 “Narancia asked you to tutor him.” Bucciarati said in his calm voice.

 In the end, Fugo had ran off to the only place he knew he could be okay and understood — Bucciarati’s house.

 Fugo nodded.

 “And you ran away because you thought you were about to punch him.”

 Fugo nodded again.

 “You left the apartment. In your pajamas.”

 “If you want to laugh at me for being pathetic, I’ll understand.”

 “See how your anger management isn’t going that bad?”

 “Bucciarati… I’m not in the mood for sarcasm.”

 “But it isn’t sarcasm.” Bucciarati said. “I could swear you’ve gotten better. That’s why I’ve teamed you up with Narancia.” He finished.

 “So you did it on purpose?”

 “You could say I did.”

 Fugo abruptly got up. What?

 “Bucciarati, I told you I wanted to be alone! You said that me being with Narancia, living with Narancia was strictly necessary, but it was to check up on me?” He shouted. He was feeling his anger boil. Oh my god he was going to snap.

 “Fugo-“

 “I’ve had enough!” He shouted as he slammed the door shut behind him.

 And he found himself on the street again, not knowing where to go. He should go home, but he wasn’t about to do that. But he passed by, in front of his apartment, and there he found Narancia. He looked from afar, but Narancia seemed worried and his eyes looked puffy. Had he… been crying?

Fugo hesitantly tried to reach out until his mind told him to stop. That he deserved to be alone.

 But when he heard Narancia desperately screaming his name (some people turned to look at him) he had to go.

 “Narancia-“

 Narancia threw himself at Fugo’s arms, hugging him tightly, sobbing in his chest.

 “Fugo! You’re- here…” Narancia whispered.

 Fugo hesitantly brought his hands to Narancia’s hair (it was soft) and started petting it softly… he owed him an apology.

 “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to snap at you.” He said. He felt he was about to cry, but maybe… he needed it?

 “Let’s go home and we’ll talk about it, okay?” Narancia said, distancing himself from Fugo but not completely so, as he grabbed one of the silver-haired’s hand and clasped it with intent.

 Fugo did not protest at Narancia’s handhold and went home with him.

 Once they got there, they went to Fugo’s room and sat together on the bed.

 After a few minutes of silence and a few hand squeezes from Narancia, Fugo felt ready to speak.

 “I have high intolerance to failure. I was raised to believe that it has no place in my life, that you have to succeed, always, in everything you do. My siblings bullied me for all the attention I received. My grandmother was he only person in my family that saw me as who I was, but then… then she died.” Fugo said in between ugly sobs. “And then I had nothing. I began to distance myself from everyone, even though I didn’t have to make much efforts since everyone seemed to hate me already…”

 “Shhh. It’s okay, Fugo. You’re okay now, okay? You’re… not alone anymore.” Narancia said.

 “You’re not, either.” Fugo started. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tutor you.” He finished.

 “Hey? Who said you’re not tutoring me?” Narancia playfully asked. He had a goal and he was going to fulfill it, even if that meant he was going to be stabbed with a pencil, a fork, or whatever.

 “But…”

“No buts.” The dark-haired squeezed their linked hands.

 “Narancia… can I ask you something?” He asked. Narancia could say no, but he had to ask it…

 “Hmmm?”

 “Could you… hug me?” He asked, his cheeks ablaze. He felt so small, asking that to the other boy…

 “Only if you promise to tutor me.” Narancia teased; his voice was in between something serious and a trace of mockery, but Fugo knew he was safe with him.

 “Narancia!” “Okay, okay… don’t have to promise.” He opened his arms, facing Fugo anew. “Come here?”

 Fugo didn’t have to be told twice. He just… launched himself to Narancia. And once he was in his chest… he let himself cry. He cried his heart out, all the while Narancia petting his hair. He didn’t know how much time he spent like that until he felt that he could put a bit of distance between himself and Narancia. The closeness felt too good, after all, and Fugo felt like he could be himself when he was with Narancia…

 “Are you better now?” Narancia asked as he wiped some leftover tears in Fugo’s cheeks. The stark contrast between his wet cheeks and Narancia’s dry fingers made Fugo feel weird. But a good kind of weird.

 Fugo didn’t answer verbally, he just nodded. He seemed to have lost his voice, but it wasn’t as if he needed it right now.

 Right now, he was sharing an intimate silence with Narancia — his hands had gone from wiping the tears away from caressing Fugo’s cheeks, and without knowing what was happening… they both got closer, closing the gap between them. Fugo’s eyes fell closed and he was prepared for feeling Narancia’s lips on him until he felt a sharp intake of paint and something bump against his nose.

 It was Narancia’s nose, too. They had bumped against each other.

 He should have expected it… that this was going to be Narancia’s first kiss too…

 Suddenly, Fugo felt a fit of laughter bubble inside his chest. This situation felt too ridiculous… He had just cried his eyes out while being enveloped in Narancia’s hug, they had made up (it wasn’t as if they had fought in the first place, but still) they were about to have a magical first kiss only to be spoiled with a bump of noses.

 But it felt so genuine, so welcoming, so Narancia, that Fugo had to laugh.

 “What if I teach you how to kiss before I tutor you in math?” Fugo asked. He was crying again, but this time it was because he had laughed too much... really, being with Narancia was quite an experience. An experience he never wanted to end.

 “If you want to teach someone something, you have to be good at it first.” Narancia murmured, still clutching his nose.

 “Who has told you that I haven’t kissed anyone?”

 “Hmmm, you? Right now?”

 “Narancia, copying your words from yesterday: ‘come at me, you bastard’.” He was going to add, “but take care with your head first, we don’t want a second nose bump” but Narancia’s lips crashed into his own, and it felt…

 Out of this world.

 They spent a few seconds with their lips pressed against each other, until Fugo took the initiative to move them, sliding his lips against Narancia’s. His hands came to Narancia’s hair, and Narancia’s went immediately to Fugo’s face, mapping the surface lovingly. Narancia’s hands were rough, but felt impossibly softer against his face. Fugo never wanted this moment to end; he still couldn’t believe that this was happening, he had, after all, ran away because he was scared, but… Narancia still thought of him…

 Fugo knew he wasn’t the best teacher, really. He wasn’t the best person to begin with. His life was a whole series of problems he had to solve, but he wasn’t alone anymore. He had someone to help, someone to be with, someone to laugh with. And even though the fear of losing Narancia was there, Narancia’s kiss, the feeling of them being there, touching each other gently and the promise of more time together, made Fugo want to live for a future, made him want to become the best version of himself that could possibly exist.

[theboyz-engup]

can u write a cute au where reader is sitting on sunwoo’s lap while doing his makeup for fun and he’s looking at you all lovey dovey - ya know all the shit that makes my heart soft hehe

A/N: one of the few I did as I saw it come in- it’s got a little more intimacy than I usually write but I tried to keep it lowkey. Hope you enjoy it ^.^, with love, Admin Zea

“Just stay still,” you huffed, holding your eyeliner very carefully. You had to make sure your hands didn’t shake like normal, though you found this all too amusing. Sunwoo’s normally painted eyes were shifting like he was blinking at lightning speed and you couldn’t help but giggle before shushing yourself and trying to concentrate.

“Oh my god, just do it already,” he pleaded, like you were about to do some amazingly dangerous procedure. You only smiled, leaning a bit to get the light on his skin the right way so you could draw a perfect line. He dared to open one eye and look at you before you clicked your tongue and he snapped it shut again.

As you drew a thin line that rode the curve of his eye, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and zoned out the music that was playing from the speaker on the dinner table. It had to be perfect, and it would’ve been if the hands that were holding your sides didn’t start moving and pressing into the ticklish parts of your body. You struggled to not move, feeling the laughter but the wing- the poor wing was ruined.

“Sunwoo!” you exclaimed, half laughing and half annoyed. Your hands worked at stopping his but he was intent on distracting you, one hand focusing on the assault while the other held you in place on his lap. “Sunwoo, stop!”

“You’re getting eyeliner all over me,” he said, trying to distract you as he kept at it. Lifting you hand, you threatened to draw on his face if he didn’t stop and he pouted.

“You promised you’d let me do it if you lost the bet and you lost,” you reminded him, pouting back to match. The way his eyes bore into yours was like he was looking at you in all your entirety, with nothing left to hide but the skin under your clothes. It would’ve scared you if it was any other day but today, you’d won your bet and you had to take advantage of the situation.

“Okay then,” he trailed off, pulling his lip in between his teeth. You watched him try to argue with you in his head and then giving up, sighing in defeat, “hurry up before everyone gets home.”

You only giggled again, happy to get your way for the moment. As you leaned to grab the makeup remover, you hummed along to the song softly playing. It seemed to fill the large halls even though the sound was small and you could get lost in it, dabbing away the liquid eyeliner with a little cotton ball. You never noticed the way his eyes traced your movements, or the way he smiled when you smiled. He mimicked every emotion you went through, furrowing his eyebrows when you concentrated and dipping his mouth open when yours dropped out of habit.

It took all his strength to not let his hands wander too far, having you in his lap so sweetly. He let his hands trace your thighs, keeping you in place as they rested on your hips. You clicked your tongue at him, pulling your shirt down between his fingers, muttering that he was being indecent. He gaped, not noticing it and spluttering to make up for how embarrassed he was. Your broadening smile was enough to stop him from defending himself and he turned to complaining instead.

“Ah, really!” Sunwoo’s voice echoed off the walls, followed by your laugh which rang louder. He always thought that was beautiful.

“Shh,” you teased, bringing the makeup brush to your lips and closing your eyes for a moment longer than a blink, “I need to focus.”

“You laughed,” he quipped.

“You made me,” you quipped back, raising a sly eyebrow before going back to whatever you were going. It looked like finishing touches, big brush in hand and was it setting powder?

“Close your eyes for a bit,” you hummed, trying to be quiet for no real reason. He bickered with you at that, constantly saying no until you gave in to ask why. He couldn’t bring himself to answer what he truly wanted to say so he just angled his chin up and away from you, acting high and mighty.

“Because no,” he said, trying to be smug. Little did he realize he’d closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly there was a brush against his face. He sighed. “You couldn’t just let me have it?”

You only shook your head. God, you were gorgeous when you grinned like that. He rolled his eyes to hide how enamoured he was with you, taking his eyes briefly from yours to the mirror that lay on the table and then back. To reach it, you would have to get past him and he was very intent on making that slightly hard for you.

“We’re done! Let me show you,” you chimed, happy as you clapped your hands. You put down whatever tools were left in your hands and reached behind him, leaning in. He pressed his lips against your cheek as you did so, causing you to retract. He could feel the heat on your skin as he did it, glad to know he could still make you flustered if he wanted to.

“I- you- Kim Sunwoo, you-”

After fumbling around with your words, you decided on, “just- I can’t take you seriously, oh my god.”

It wasn’t necessarily his intention but he left little marks on your skin, lipstick coming off as he trailed a few on your skin. You tried to play innocent in the situation but you let him for a few beats before softly complaining, drawing out your words, “Sunwoo, no. You’re gonna ruin the lipstick, no. You need to see it first, then we can do this.”

He only smiled, letting you reach for it- albeit warily and keeping your eye on him the whole time- and waited as you made a drumroll with your tongue. The final reveal was less than beautiful and more so shocking. His jaw dropped immediately and he leaned in closer to the mirror you turned around for him to see.

“What did you do?”

“I made you Marilyn Monroe!” You grinned widely, pointing at the little drawn on mole beside his mouth. “See?”

“Why am I so pale?” It took almost too much strength to not scrub off your work and see his real skin tone. You shrugged, pouting your lips.

“She was really pale.”

He was flustered, he decided. After a beat, he smiled and pleaded, “y/n, this is amazing. You did so well but I hate it, please take it off me.”

You snickered, pulling off his lap and pressing the mirror to your chest. “No.”

“No?” He raised his eyebrows at this, leaning forward. He could feel the chase- see it in the way you angled your knees to the right. You were going to try and run around the table. As your face got smug, Sunwoo figured out ways to catch you. “Oh.”

And you were off. You were laughing already, calling him dumb names as you ran about the table only to find yourself trapped and climbed over it. He let you, wanting the game to go on further. You threw pillows in his direction as you swept past the couch, giggling like a child. He ducked them easy enough, you had terrible aim, and sped up. You were always slower in bigger spaces and he found his hands on your hips in no time.

He brought you closer, laughing as you pretended you wanted to get away. Your voice became older and more refined, back leaning into him as you exclaimed, “oh, cruel world! Gone are the days of y/n y/l/n. Remember me.”

You slumped into him, back against his chest before you turned around slowly and gave him a dumb grin. He was already amused but seeing how chipper you were only made you shine in his eyes. He wondered where you got your halo from. Your arms slid around his neck and you had stars under your skin. It was inevitable. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop himself from diving headfirst into the spring that was you. Not when you had a smile like that.

“Where were we again?” he asked, attempting to be a stereotypical romantic. Those lines worked in movies, right?

“In the middle of our living room,” Hyunjae chirped. It knocked you out of each other’s arms in a second, Sunwoo clearing his throat and turning away as you faced them bravely. Eric’s laugh was enough to dull some of the tension but  Juyeon’s little shake of his head as he brought groceries to the kitchen was enough to make you hide your face behind your hands.

“Hyung, what did y/n do, oh my god,” Eric’s laughing rang through the house, a few of the other boys filing in and saying hello. Sunwoo only bickered with Eric who was, at this point, on the floor and beside himself. You were packing up your makeup, trying not to giggle as well.

Juyeon came up beside you, putting some lunch out. He winked as he spoke, so oddly light compared to his previous look of disapproval. “Should we come back later? Give you two some privacy?”

“That’d be great,” Sunwoo mused. You only smiled, shaking your head.

“Nah,” you decided, zipping up your bag, “I’m glad you came home just in time to see Marilyn Monroe.”

“Some like it hot!” Hyunjae added, putting out a juice carton or two. You weren’t keeping count.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Annoying Father Figures With Good Intentions

Charles Smith and FemaleOc

It had been over a few 3 months since mysterious Charles Smith as join the Dutch Van Der Linde gang.

Charles didn’t speak much, only kept himself, over the pass months began to develop a friendship with Emma.

He would always smile and wave her, and she in returned, making her blush.

The women would poke fun at her, she try to deny, but Javier begins to join in the fun.

Dutch, Arthur, Hosea, Javier, John and Charles were riding back after a successful train Heights.

Javier: Job well done, Smith.

Charles: Yeah, you too.

Javier: Thanks.

Javier notices a Charles was looking at beautiful blue pendant necklace.

Javier: Haha. Nice steal, amigo. That is gonna seal very well.

Charles: I guess.

As the men road, Lenny was standing Guard and smiles sees them riding up.

Lenny: Welcome home, gentlemen. How did go?

Hosea: Better than expected. How long of you been on guard duty?

Lenny: Since dawn.

Dutch: We’ll get someone to take over fora, Lenny.

Lenny: Right.

The men road into camp dismount to their horses.

Dutch: Well, boys, we did a fine job today, if say so myself. Very proud. Now get washed, take a load off. You all earned it.

The men split up to and each one The respectful places.

Charles and Arthur were talking.

Arthur: Great job out there today, Charles. Ya very handy with that bow.

Charles: Thanks. Years of practice. Your bow and arrow skills needs some work.

Arthur: Haha. Yeah, ain’t gonna lie about that, friend. Anyway, great job.

Arthur smiles and walks pass him.

Charles was feeding Taima. He was brushing his horse, then remembers the The necklace.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, and looks at it.

He stairs at for a while, when Emma came riding back to camp with three large rabbits.

Charles looks as she hops off her horse.

Emma: I. Got. Dinner~.! (holds up 3 large rabbits)

John: Wow. Good work, Emma.

Emma: Thanks. Took a all morning to get these Little critters. But worth it. We should’ve got more though.

John: Nah, ya did good. By the way who’s keeping watch?

Emma: Karen.

John: Good. I’ll take these for ya.

Emma: Thanks, brother.

She smiles and leads Bullseye to where the horse were and lets him drink some water.

Charles: Welcome back.

Emma: Thanks. How did the train robbery go?

Charles: We did good. Lots of money and jewelry. It mostly filled with rich people.

Emma: Awww, I miss all that fun. Damn it.

Charles chuckles, and Emma smiles at him, and looks at the necklace is hand.

Emma: Wow. That’s really pretty.

Charles: Yeah. It’s made a leprous stone.

Emma: It’s very beautiful. (takes a closer look at it)

Charles: ... (looks at her) Ya know this necklace it’s the same color as your eyes.

Emma: Hm? You think so?

Javier was walking by, yawning over what the two of them.

Charles: Yeah. You have really have blue eyes. They’re very beautiful.

Emma blinks she looks away, blushing slightly.

Emma: Oh...! Um, thank you, I...

Charles: D-Did I say somethin’ wrong?

Javier stops and looks over watching.

Emma: Oh, nonono. Not at all. Just... Nobody’s ever said that to me before.

Charles: Really?

Emma: N-No, never.

The two stood there awkwardly. Javier walks over.

Javier: Wattcha two doin’?

The look at him.

Emma: ... ... Nothing. Just talking. That’s it. (gives him annoyed look)

Javier: (grins) Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Emma.

Charles: I-I should do some work. See ya, Miss Rogers.

Emma: Um, you too.

Charles: (he walks away thinking) ... I made an fool out myself in front of her...

Emma starts to walk with Javier before. He starts smoking his cigarette.

Emma: Don’t.

Javier: Ever do you mean~? (acting innocent)

Emma: Not. A. Word.

Javier: Okay. ... ... ... (takes a drag of his cigarette) I think he likes you~.

Emma: And here we go.

Javier: C’mon. It’s pretty cute.

Emma: What’s cute?

Javier: You know what I mean. You and Charles like each other. It’s obvious, Retaco.

Emma: I swear to God, keep your voice down, stop calling me that! (looks around the Camp making sure no one was around) Why, Javier? Why do you do this to me!? If I ever done to you? I thought we were friends.

Javier: We are. Just enjoy annoyin’ the ever livin’ shit outta ya.

Emma: ... ... You’re an ass.

Javier: See? Ture friendship.

Emma groans her eyes, but smiles. Javier laughs, and pats her on the back.

Javier: Well, I’m gonna lay down. Wake up when it’s dinner time.

Has the day went on, Charles was standing making some arrow, he blows on them and looks at.

Jack playing with some toys and sees notices Charles.

Jack: What are you working?

Charles: I’m makin’ arrows?

Jack: Arrows? (eyes light up and smiles) You use a bow? Like, Robin Hood?

Charles: (smiles at Jack) Yep. Like Robin Hood.

Jack smiles and walks over and sits next him, Charles smiles at shows him the arrow he was making.

Jack: You make your own arrows?

Charles: Yea. I learded it from my people. We used them for hunting.

Jack’s eye lit up and Charles begins tell him some stories about his people.

Emma was working one wagon, when she sees Charles was smiling the whole telling Jack everything about his people.

She smiles and gets back to work.

Jack: Where are they? Your people?

Charles: Their... Somewhere. Not sure to be honest.

Jack: I’m sorry. Maybe we can look for them. I can help.

Charles just smiles at him, pats his head.

Charles: It’s... a bit more complicated, little one. But thank you kindly.

Jack looks at him at him and hugs Charles. He was taken aback, but hugs him back.

Emma watches them, and Jack smiles at Charles.

Jack: I’m gonna go back and play now.

He hops off the log and walks away, and sees Emma.

Jack: Hi, Emma.

Emma: Hey, kiddo. We should be eating very soon, so make sure you wash up before we eat.

Jack: Okay.

He was off, and Emma looks over at Charles was working on his arrow, and sees looking at her, he gives a smile and nods. She blushes and smiles back.

Watching the whole thing for a far was Arthur and Hosea.

Arthur: Ain’t that cute, Hosea? Our little girl is finally growin’ up. ... Kinda.

Hosea: Yes, and Charles is good feller. ... ... But-

Arthur: Hosea. C’mon. Emma is a grown woman.

Hosea: I know, I know. She’s an adult, and can make her decision... But... I think she’s too young for a realshopnships.

Arthur: She’s 22.

Hosea: Yes, Well... I raised her.

Arthur: So did I, along with Dutch, Uncle and Susan...

Hosea: well, I did a better job. And... I just help seein’ her has a little girl still.

Arthur chuckles leans against the a pillar. Warching Emma looking at the wheel and Charles offers to help her. She smile and thanks him.

Hosea: I like Charles. He’s a fine men.

Arthur: I agree. That’s be honest, would you rather have Emma end with one those idiots?

Jerks his thump over to where Lenny and Sean were having a arm wrestling contest, while Bill, Javier, Oreville, Simon and Uncle were were cheering and Hollaran.

Hosea: ... ... You make an excellent point, Arthur.

Meanwhile Emma was kneeling on the ground, with a screwdriver, screen in one of the nails while Charles holds it in place.

Emma: Okay, and done. (screws on the last nail in the wagon)

Charles: Wow. Great work.

Emma: Thanks. I am pretty handy with tools. But I really do appreciate you, Charles. Thanks.

Charles nods and Dutch walks over them, and sees that one of the wheels were fixed.

Dutch: Hm. Great job, you two. Ya both work well together.

Hosea: Oh, no. I should step in before Dutch embarrasses her.

Arthur: Now hold on. Let’s see how this plays out.

The two has Dutch was speaking to Emma and Charles.

Dutch: I couldn’t help but notice that you two are gettin’ along real well.

Emma: Um... I guess.

Dutch: Emma is lovely girl, ain’t she, Mr. Smith? One of kind~!

Charles: She’s... Wonderful. Good people.

Emma stands and gose red. Dutch notices and smiles.

Dutch: I can’t help but you two are gettin’ rather wonderfully. It really warms my heart too see a lovely young woman and a fine lookin’ young man workin’ together. Charles and Emma looked at each.

Dutch: You two would make a very handsome couple~?

Both Charles and Emma go super deeps shades of red.

Hosea just shakes his head and Arthur begun laughing.

Emma: ... Okay, Dutch. Hehe. Go away.

Dutch: I’m givin’ y’all a compliment. No need to be rude, darlin’.

Emma: Dutch... Please stop. For the love god...

Charles: I-I need to ... Um, ... bye.

He walks away, his whole face redden with embarrassment.

Emma stood there, giving Dutch an annoyed frown.

Dutch: Huh? I wonder what’s with him?

Emma: ... ... You... You are embarrassing me.

Dutch: I am not.

Emma: Yes you are, Dutch. What... What the hell?!

Dutch: I’m only givin’ Charles my blessin’.

Emma: Blessing? ... (looks at him and realizing what he’s talking about) No... NO!! We are not having this conversation, Dutch!

Dutch: One day I will not be here to look after ya, and ya need a good man to care of you when I’m gone.

Emma: ... ... (places her hands over her face) Oh, for fuck sakes...! I’m done. We’re done with. Okay?!

She stamps off, and gives Hosea and Arthur looks.

Arthur: Charles has my blessin’ too.

Emma: Morgan, I swear.

Hosea: I’m not gonna day a word.

Emma: Thanks.

Hosea: And Charles has my blessings too.

Emma: ... ... ... UUGGGGGH!!! WHY?!

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

I Burn (All Those I Touch)

Anon asked: Can you write a story about Shield rescuing reader from being used any longer as a Hydra weapon because their telekinetic ability and fighting skills. Hydra has had reader since they were a toddler and don't even use her real name just a number. Now that they're free they escape Shield and start hunting/killing all Hydra in a form of revenge am while running from Shield. ( I couldn't fit it all in 500 so (1/2)

The team has to stop her as she’s becoming dangerous and more unstable, then during a blur of bloodlust and insanity from reader Jemma stops them with words and just a hug because they had grown to like each other deeply while reader was in containment (This the rest I couldn’t fit hehe (2/2) HEY AND I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING AN AWESOME DAY NOOT NOOT, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

Awww babes thanks! I’m sorry this took so damn long to write! I hope ya like it!

Like I said, I’m gonna change the powers and other things because:

A.) I’m listening to RWBY soundtracks and I had ideas

B.) I read some faerytales, playing some games, and had....ideas....lots of ideas.....

C.) Make it sound less like Stockholm Syndrome and give Reader and Jemmy more moments of sweet stuff ya know?

Warning: Blood, angst, gay shit, Jemmy being Jemmy, death, gore, etc. This is horrible I’m so sorry.

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There was no such thing as a happy ever after for you.

You who had been with HYDRA since you were young, you who was cursed, you who could control the fire like it was art, you who was raised to be a weapon, and you…who was a monster.

But this was fine.

This was fine.

Because Jemma was not here; and she cannot see you and your ugliness.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N.” Coulson smiles, a badge in his hand, outstretched to you.

You blink, staring down at the palm and the badge, shyly taking the piece of metal, shaking his hand as well. You smile a tiny but fond smile. “It’s good to be here, Coulson.”

“See, Y/N, I told you he’d agree to have you on our team!” Jemma brings you into an embrace, the widest smile upon your lips. “I knew you weren’t a bad person, no matter what HYDRA has done to you.”

Your lips tug into an even wider smile, while Daisy and Fitz share a knowing look between them. She was so small, so tiny, a kind girl, she didn’t deserve to be here…or near you. “Thanks Simmons.”

Her smiles becomes brighter, and her hands finds yours, holding them tightly in hers. “As your handler, I promise that we will find a cure for your curse. I promise.”

Oh…oh how wish you it could be true.

The crimson copper dots your fangs, the taste oh so thrilling, you lick your lips, sitting against a wall in a lone alley, eyes closed as you think.

HYDRA deserved to die. They did so many horrible things to you, to your family…

To Jemm- Simmons. Miss Simmons.

You couldn’t forgive them. Not now. Not ever.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

You perk up to the sound of the familiar biochemist, a tray in her hands and a kind smile upon her lips. “I brought you breakfast .” A simple but hearty one, with your favorite warm beverage in a steaming mug.

You groan, sitting up in your bed, rubbing your sore head. Ow. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours, you were exhausted during the night. Snoring up a storm, Y/N.” she places the tray on the side table, pulling up a chair to sit by you. “How are you feeling? You seem sore.” She hands you the mug first, and you sip it, letting out a sigh of happiness and relief. “May didn’t rough you up too much did she?”

You blink, staring up at Jemma with doe eyes and shake your head. “Nope. I just hope she’s alright…my…my powers didn’t hurt her, did they?” because you were worried you burnt her.

“What? No! May is just fine.” Jemma answers with a kind smile. “Her burns are healing and they were only minor, she’s up and tossing around with new agents as we speak. We can go visit her if you like.” Oh sweet and oh so kind, you didn’t deserve her. You can’t be here, because you were a monster. A tool. A weapon.

You needed to leave.

But with every smile she gives you, every laugh you two share, every ounce of her heart that she gives you…it becomes harder and harder to leave.

“We’ll find her, Simmons.” Daisy places a hand on Jemma’s shoulder, squeezing it. “We’ll find her, we’ll bring her home.”

The doctor wipes the tears from her eyes, turning to her best friend. “It’s my fault.” She weeps. “If…if I was strong I could have prevented this.” And seeing the bodies, charred and eaten alive…it sickened her. What drove Y/N to do this? How could she have let this happen?! She was your handler! The person who was going to help you find a cure for your affliction, and yet she let this happened!

It all fell upon her.

She should have been more careful.

She should have protected you more.

“Y/N?” Jemma heard muffled screams from your room, rushing over as fast as her legs could carry her, ICER in hand. “Y/N!” she calls out for you again. Without hesitation she opens the door, seeing you clutch your chest in agony, tossing and turning on the bed.

It hurts.

It was like the fires were burning you, your heart, and it may give out.

“Y/N! Y/N! Talk to me!” the pistol falls, and her hands are on your shoulders, trying to stop you from shaking and screaming. “Y/N! I’m right here! Tell me what is wr-“ the tattoo on your bare chest, right over your heart. No! Jemma! This was not the time to be distracted!

A rose, but covered with thorns. Strange, that wasn’t always there. What’s worse….it was glowing.

“Y/N! Stop! I’m right here! I’m here to help you!” Jemma takes your body into an embrace, holding you close against her chest. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s me, Jem-“ she screams the minute her back hits the wall, cold and hot at the same time. She stares up to you, your eyes which told untold agony, and sees your hand against the tattoo, hiding it from her. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Jemma. I’m so sorry.” You press your lips to hers, fleeting and passionate. You grab your shirt and jacket, and leave.

Jemma slides down the wall, the scent of charred paper and wood tickling her nostrils. She touches her lips in horror, eyes wide. What just happened?

“Y/N!”

No!

Jemma stands in front of you, between you and the exit, ICER in hand, and tears in her eyes. Anger. Relief. All in between. She was glad to see you. A smile upon her tear stained face, she steps closer, and you step back. “I’ve missed you.”

NO!

“Jemma you need to leave!” your hand shoots up to your chest, it burns. The thorns dig into your heart, heating up and searing your body with pain. Flames lick at your skin, and you growl, unearthly, beastly. “Jemma, get out of here!”

“No! I’m not leaving you!” Two steps closer, five steps backwards. “You disappeared on us twice already, just…just please,” her voice was cracking. “Please, come back home.”

You shake your head, and your chest burns. “I can’t…I’m sorry.” And you run, jump, hiding yourself once more.

Jemma cries.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!”

Her screams, Jemma’s screams, they cause your heart to scald and scorch even harder than before. You watch her blood drip down on to the floor, the HYDRA agent (your former handler, what the fuck was his name?) with a knife in hand, smirking. He was having the time of his life torturing her. The woman you cared for. Your current handler.

“I swear to you now I will kill you! I will fucking kill you, you crazy asshole!” you struggle against your binds, as the man laughs, digging a knife deeper into Jemma’s skin. Screams ring in your ears and you growl. “STOP!”

Chains crack, a section of the wall rips apart and you leap upon the man like an animal. Your fangs dig into his neck, blood surging out of the wound and you tear off his skin like it was wrapping paper on a present. No one, hurts Jemma.

No one.

“Y/N?” Frightened, tired, scared. You heard all of those emotions from her.

You glance up at her, tears in her eyes, fear accenting them. You spit out the piece of flesh and with the gentlest of hands, you rip Jemma’s cuffs apart. “Good bye.” And run.

“Jemma get down!” A beast was sent flying into the wall, crashing through cement as Elena runs by, grabbing the scientist and bringing her to safety.

Half eaten corpses lay on the ground, all from the beast itself.

It was big, bigger than all of the women combined. It stood tall like a man, but switched to a four-gaited dash. Eyes blood red, a lioness but with flames licking her maw and jaw and claws. A monster.

“What did it do to Y/N?” whispers Daisy, gearing up for another vibrational blast.

“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here, it’s not safe.” The Colombian says, protecting the biochemist with her own body.

A glint of silver, a pair of wide brown eyes, and Jemma chokes out with a sob, “Y/N?”

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Jemma holds out a present to you, which you stare down at, like it was a bomb or something. “What? You don’t like it? How can you tell without opening it?”

“…Is this for me?” You point at yourself in confusion, cocking your head to the side. “No it’s for Daisy.” Sarcastically remarks the woman. “Of course it’s for you, I mean I’m giving it to you and it has your name on it.” Sure enough, the tag had your name on it.

To: Y/N

From: Jemma

You cautiously take the present from her, gingerly untying the ribbon and stare down at the small black box. Opening it you see a necklace, a small and simple silver chain with a locket on it. You open it and gasp, tears filling your eyes.

Your parents. The parents that were killed by the witch who cursed you at birth. The parents you never got to see again.

There were here, and that was their photo.

“Where? How? When?!” you hug the scientist before she gets a word out, and she laughs, hugging her back.

“I had Daisy help me find your family. We got a photo and I bought the necklace.” She answers, holding you tighter against her. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Thank you, Jemma. Thank you so much.” You cry into her shoulder, staining the fabric.

“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you.” She lets you go, smiling. “Now come on! We have a party to attend!”

“How the hell do you know it’s Y/N?” demands Elena. “It’s a giant lion thing on fire and it’s eating

people!”

“The necklace, I gave it to her.” Answers the scientist, hanging her ICER over to the speedy Inhuman, walking forward with bare hands. The Inhumans prepare themselves to get her out of there.

“Y/N. It’s you isn’t it?” she asks, holding out her hands to you. The closer she comes, the hotter it grows, and she feels sweat beading down her forehead. It was hot to touch the air, her skin was boiling. It was beyond painful.

But she would travel through hell just for you.

The beast growls, flame-covered tail flickering with anger. Gentle hands touch the cheeks of the now paralyzed beast, like it knew her. It hurts. The skin burns her, and Jemma? She only smiles through the pain. “Let’s go home, Y/N. I’m not afraid of you.” Her clothes become singed as she embraces you, tears evaporating the minute they appear. “I love you, Y/N. I accept you, and I will always be beside you.”

The heat dies, and a woman stands there, eyes wide and tears falling, mouth stained with blood…but there she was.

Y/N.

Jemma smiles, kissing your cheeks. “I’d kiss you on your lips but you have blood in them.”

You only laugh and cry at the same time, shaking your head. “I’ll brush my teeth extra this time…I promise.” You hug back, burying your face into her shoulder.

“Let’s go home, Y/N.”

“Okay…Jemma.”

[riskeith]

(oh no!! i hope you got everything down 🥺)

thank you!! i hope it’s the same for you, my dear <3

ohhh, i thought you were a veteran player i makes me feel better that we’re doing this together hehe. i was meaning to ask you, is it a popular game? silly question but i’ve only heard about it once before you mentioned it so i’ve been curious. it’s addicting so i don’t blame you at all!!

omg... you’ve never watched ghibli movies? babe you have an entire universe waiting for you!!! i’m sure you’ve heard all about how magical they’re so i won’t write en essay (even tho i always do in these asks.. sry) but you have to see them!! now is the perfect time too bc the cozy times and stuff. here’s your push!! pls watch!!! my fave is howls moving castle.. 🥺 but i change faves all the time so idk heheh

awwww. you’re so kind for doing that to your cousin i’m sure she’s delighted by the gifts. even if we don’t celebrate it’s nice to show appriciation to loved ones through gifts. 😖

yeah!! my campus is a mix of old and new but my classes are around the older parts of the university town so i get to be in the old buildings. i like it more bc how magical everything is. i really like old european architecture so 🥺 do you enjoy the modern or do you like older architecture more?

HAHA!! yeah!! my mother language is arabic, i came to sweden when i was a baby so i’m fluent in swedish and i’ve spoken english since i was a child. i also know norwegian and a bit of french so i guess that’s five (?) swedish is an easy language to learn i believe. we have some letters that the english language doesn’t but my internet friends that took up swedish say that it’s easy to understand. if you like language learning you should check it out. also i’m here to help you now if you need some, hehe 😏. EUROVISION.... LMAO. i forgot australia is involved in that too. i cant believe you know måns, swedens pride. that song was honestly so good i agree with you.

what are your thoughts on the american accent? and the british one?

conan is the perfect background show so pls let me know what you think about it 🥺

before i go, i have a little random question. 😜 back to our bnha roots, if you could have a quirk, what would your quirk be?

can’t wait to hear from u. love, m.a. ♥️

it took me a moment to understand your sign-off i was like “m.a.”??? initials??? fskdjhfsdkfhskdf

nope i’m not! ahaha yeah i joined i think just after the release of 1.1? (1.2 came out 2 days ago) and my brother was roasting me for it bc i apparently missed on out free stuff noooooooo :( i think it’s quite popular!! maybe only within certain circles (gamers + weebs lol) but yeah not sure if you have twitter but it’s trended quite a few times there! 

and i know!!! i always say “i’m finally gonna watch” but then i don’t ahhhhhhhhhhhh :((((( okay i will aim to watch at least ONE. before the end of the netflix trial. i was thinking about watching spirited away first? bc i think i watched it when i was suuuuuuuuuuper young. but ik howl’s moving castle is v popular too!! i see a lot of fanart and gifs and im just 🤩 wow gorgeous! (also do NOT!! apologise for the essay-length asks! they’re the highlight of my day ALWAYS 😘)

it really is! there’s a specific joy that comes with giving/receiving gifts that you don’t get anywhere else <33 i hope you’ve gotten some presents too! muah

hmmm it’s hard to say? i do like old architecture bc it’s so like wow. how did they manage that with so few of the tools we have today? but some modern ones are so funky and intringuing i’m like ooooo how did they even come up with this! i definitely think old churches look very stunning tho.

omg!!! once again that is SO cool i am in awe 🥺 i know like two (2) norwegian words bc my friend asked me to watch skam fjshdkfsd and i tried to learn french on duolingo too! but i remember nothing lollll. i love language learning!! i’m lowkey trying to self learn korean and russian too (emphasis on lowkey. bc i haven’t been doing anything for it at all) but maybe i’ll add swedish onto the list 🤪 (but i’ve also considered arabic too)

i honestly don’t know anything about eurovision nor do i tune in but then i found heroes.... and rhythm inside.. would i be right to say 2015 eurovision>>>? LOL. i do enjoy seeing the memes tho, especially about people questioning every year why australia is there 😆

i. do not like the american accent FSKHFDSKJ sorry any american friends 😔 i think the big reason for that is the rhoticity.... we drop all the ‘R’ sounds here so whenever i hear it drawn out im just like fsjdfhkdfs. the british one i’m good with! i think i’ve kinda been conditioned to lol i mean everyone likes the british accent right? 😩 it sounds v fancy lollll. i also like the accent germans have when speaking english.. fjshfkjs. hbu? what’re some of your other fave accents?

will do! 

our roots 🤪🤪 but that’s such a difficult question omg... anything is possible... a quirk that means i don’t have to sleep? AHAH imagine how productive i would be... or flying!! god that would be so fun. or maybe..... breathing+seeing underwater? then i could just chill in the water for as long as i want~ what would your quirk be?

am looking forward to your response <3 love, c.r. (cluna riskeith JFKSJDF) ♥️

[cirnosenki]

Cirno Senki Chapter 3 (Part 3)

If a member of Cirno's group entered the autumn territory

Brown Kappa : Wawah !? Lady Shizuha ! They're coming !!

Shizuha : Don't panic. I have a good idea.

Brown Kappa : A good idea ?

Shizuha : That's right. Let the fallen leaves rise, like this...

Brown Kappa : Wow... Amazing ! These dead leaves look like edged tools. Are they going to hurt the ennemy, perhaps !!?

Shizuha : No way. They can't do such an unreasonable thing.

These are for camouflage.

Brown Kappa : Camouflage... ? J-Just that ?

Shizuha : Hehe, yes, just that.

Brown Kappa : H-Hmm... ? Oh, well. Since the goddess got this idea, there's some things to think of.

3 turns later

Red youkai : Uguh, what's with those guys ? They look very strong...

I-I wonder if we'll win...

Minoriko : What's the matter ? Are you scared ?

Red youkai : I-It's not that ! B-But... I'm a bit anxious.

Minoriko : I see. Then, I'll give you something good.

Red youkai : Something good ? What's this... ? A potato ?

What should I do with it ? Throw it ?

Minoriko : Don't throw it !!

This is my special made roasted sweet potato !! It's very delicious and highly nutritious !!

Come on, eat it.

Red youkai : Munch munch munch... Uwah ! Ouch... Yes, you're right ! It's delicious !!

Besides, I feel like filled with energy ! Aaalright, I'm gonna fight !!

Minoriko : Yes, that's the spirit ! Now, do your best, everyone !!

Red youkai : Yaaaay !

6 turns later

Minoriko : Do you all have enough potatoes ? There's still plenty of these left, so help yourselves !

Red youkai : Horraaaay ! Let's eaaaaat !!

9 turns later

Red youkai : Munch munch munch... Once you pop, you can't stop. Lady Minoriko ! Another potato !!

Minoriko : Alright, alright ! There's plenty so you don't need to hurry.

12 turns later

Red youkai : Munch munch... Munch munch...

Minoriko : Come on, come on, there's still plenty of potatoes left !

Eat well and cheer up !!

Red youkai : Munch munch... Munch...

15 turns later

Minoriko : Here's your next potato !

Red youkai : Munch... Lady Minoriko... Give me water... Please...

Minoriko : … Ah ??

16 turns later

Red youkai : L-Lady Minoriko, I'm reaching my limit...

I don't want to see potatoes if there's more coming out... Burp.

Minoriko : E-Eeeeerr...

I-I guess I got carried away and made you eat too much. Ahahahaha...

Rumia : How nice... Those roasted potatoes look delicious...

Will this person give me roasted potatoes as well if I ask her ??

When Cirno fights Shizuha

Shizuha : For our number one ennemy to support winter... I cannot keep silent about this.

Cirno : I'll remind you of the coldness of winter right now !!

Shizuha : I don't want to have you remind me !!

When Letty fights Shizuha

Letty : If you're a symbol of tranquility and loneliness, I thought you would understand the goodness of the winter's calmness...

Shizuha : There's not a moving thing. This world is only tranquility, but isn't it too lonely ?

Every things need something like “boundaries”. The harmony between static and dynamic is beautiful. There are things like colored leaves falling down.

Letty : If “boundaries” are needed, isn't it strange to say “autumn is the best” ? Your opinion is biased.

Shizuha : T-Those are two different things !!

When someone else fights Shizuha

Shizuha : As a minor goddess, I understand your situation.

You aren't denying autumn. You follow the crowd and reluctanctly support winter... Am I right ?

In that case, you don't need to worry about this anymore. With us...

Eh ? “I can't do that”, you say ?

W-Why are you so stubborn !? I won't forgive this !!

When Cirno fights Minoriko

Minoriko : Ice is a great threat to harvest... You're my natural ennemy ! I don't want you to like autumn !!

Cirno : Hehe ~ What ? ♪ If you have something against me, try to beat me ~ ♪

Minoriko : No need to tell me that... Because fairies like you don't stand a chance !!

Cirno : You piss me off ! Don't look down on me 'cause I'm a fairy !!

When Letty fights Minoriko

Minoriko : I thought we could settle this together, someday. I'm gonna make you pay, today !

Letty : Hehe, if you feel like it...

I won't hold back either !

Minoriko : I hope so ! Prepare yourself ~ !!

When Rumia fights Minoriko (after turn 16)

Rumia : Hey, hey. You still have potatoes you distributed to the others earlier ??

Minoriko : Eh ? Are you talking about roasted sweet potatoes ? I still have, but...

Rumia : Greaaaat ! Give some to me as well !!

Minoriko : Hmm... As much as I would like to give you some... You're an ennemy right now...

I know. If you join us, I can give you potatoes.

Rumia : Eh ~ ? Who cares if we're ennemies or allies ?

Don't say so mean things.

Minoriko : I can't ! If you don't want to join our side, you can forget about the potatoes !

Rumia : Humph ! Stingy !! If you say you're not gonna give me some, I'll take them by force !!

Minoriko : I won't hand them over to you so easily !!

When Rumia fights Minoriko (before turn 16)

Rumia : Sniff sniff sniff...

It's smelling good !

What is it, what is it ? Is that potatoes' smell ??

Minoriko : That's right ♪ This is my prideful autumn fragrance ♪

Rumia : Is that soooo !? They look tasty ♪ Let's eaaaat ♪

Minoriko : … H-Hey ! I'm not a potato !!

When someone else fights Minoriko

Minoriko : Autumn ! Autumn's harvest ! There must be something absolutely wrong with you if you don't understand the goodness of such a wonderful season !

So, allow me to calm down your emotions, then I'll show you all the splendor of autumn ♪

If Rumia defeats Minoriko (after turn 16)

Minoriko : No way... So easily...

Rumia : Ehehe, I did it ~ !

Errr... Where are the potatoes ? Where are they ?

Minoriko : … H-Hey ~ ! You don't grope someone !

Ahahahaha, it tickles !!

Rumia : Uh ~ … I can't find them... Hey, hey, don't hide them, pleaaaaase.

Minoriko : Aah, geez ! You leave me no choice !! But I'll just give you one !!

Rumia : You will !!? Horraaaay !! Thank you ! I'm happy ~ ♪

Minoriko : ………

When I see that happy face, I can't help but feel pleased... Good grief...

When someone battle against the spring forces

Lily White : It's spring ~ It's spring ~ ! Beautiful flowers and warm sunlight.

It's a wonderful and lovely spring ~ !

Red fairy : It's spring ~ ♪ Ahaha ! As I thought, spring is nice !

I'm getting robust !

Lily White : Yes ! Spring is a very wonderful season ~ !

Red fairy : Aaalright ! Now that I feel robust, injuries aren't a big deal ! Let's go, let's go ~ !

If a member of Cirno's group entered the spring territory

Lily Black : I wonder if it's the perfect time, now ?

Fairies ~ ! Hide-and-seek is over ! Come oooout !

Blue fairy : Roaaaar ~ ! This time, it's tag ~ !!

Lily Black : That's it ! Now now, let’s chaaaaarge !

When Cirno fights Lily White

Lily White : You're horrible ! Why won't you understaaaand ? There's cherry blossoms shower in spring ! Isn't it wonderful !?

Cirno : I like the cold ! Winter is better to me !!

Lily White : You're so stubborn, I hate you !

When Daiyousei fights Lily White

Lily White : You understand, don't you ? The spring ! The cherry blossoms ! They're beautiful, aren't they ? ♪

Daiyousei : Y-Yes... I understand that, but...

Lily White : You won't join us ?

Daiyousei : I'm sorry. In the end, I'll stay with Cirno-chan...

Lily White : Snif, too bad...

When Letty fights Lily White

Lily White : The warm spring is better than the cold winter, of course !

Letty : … I can't stay silent, not because you insist on the goodness of spring, but because you denie my season.

Lily White : I won't lose !

When someone else fights Lily White

Lily White : Spring ~ ♪ It's spring ~ ♪ The wonderful and lovely spring ~ ♪

I won't give spring to those who won't admit its loveliness !!

When Cirno fights Lily Black

Lily black : Hey, look, it's spring ! There's a lot of beautiful flowers ! Even you must think spring is nice !

Cirno : I don't think that ! Besides, I freeze the flowers !

Lily Black : Y-You're awful ! I'll never forgive those who do that !!

When Daiyousei fights Lily Black

Lily Black : The flowers are blooming ! Hey, hey, come over here ! You will understand !

Daiyousei : Sure, I like flowers, but...

Lily Black : Whyyyy !? You won't understand even if you freeze in the cold winter !!

Daiyousei : ………

When Letty fights Lily Black

Lily Black : A world covered with pure white snow, a clowdy sky.

The spring overflowed with colors will always, aaaaalways, be more beautiful than that monochrome world of winter !

Letty : Ah, you don't understand, hmm ? The sky is very clear in winter.

It's not good to say things based on subjective impression.

Lily Black : Grrrr ! Such a chilly sky doesn't bring happiness !!

When someone else fights Lily Black

Lily Black : Hey, join us. What do you think the truth is ? Don't you think spring is better than winter ?

It's not too late, come over here !!

Eh ? No ? I see... Then...

You leave me no choice !

[survivormarmoreal]

Episode #8: "The fajitas are truly guiding me" - Matt

OMG i made it to the merge. Im so happy but now let the game begin.

im so sad. dennis was such a king. and to be taken out by nick... like idek what to do with this merge. ppl i want to work with: nathan, maynor, brian, anna?, matt? idek if i wanna work with brian its just i like meeting new ppl NNN i wanna work with sharky too. but like nathan loves nick apparently. like... no ty!!! nicole... keaton? no ty! my preferred boot order is just keaton. nick. nicole. thats it idc!!! i dont wanna work with like og absolem tho bc theyre all tight without me but the other options arent good either EFKJDSAHKJ. i am waiting for redemption island twist pls and ty although my luck jaydne comes back NNn well these are initial thoughts woohoo

PHEWWWWWW I MADE MERGE BITCHES!!!!!! Honestly that tribal was so fucking cracked and all kicked off in 20 mins at the end with nick revealing he had an idol. and YEET i was so close to playing my idol as well. The fajitas are truly guiding me (even tho i am eating them tomorrow for lunch and I am very excited hehehe) Brian, myself and sharky are gonna align (tho not telling about the idol tho) so woooo lets go merge!

I hate my life. a forced self vote? no thanks. UGH TIME TO DIE!

WE FUCKING MERGED! And I got rid of Dennis. Which I do feel slightly bad about it but it was time to make a move. I playing loose this season and I'm going to see how far it takes me. I have alliances with Maynor, Brian, Nathan, Annabelle, Matt, Nick, and sort of Nicole so that puts me in a pretty good spot as long as I don't overplay and show my cards too soon. I've got to walk the line very carefully. And ngl careful is not my strong suit.

Ok now Let's rank my mergemates. 1) Brian- husband. 2) Matt- second husband. 3) Maynor- best man at my double wedding to Matt and Brian. 4) Annabelle- my fave underrated queen. 5) Nathan- I love him but check back in a few rounds ok. 6) Bryce- we barely talked but he loves Chi Chi Devayne so...I love him. 7) Nicole- ...every season needs a purple edit 8) Nick- cool kid but I'm sooo bitter about wanting him gone 3 tribals in a row 9) Keaton- who?

Well, merge is finally here and i get to reunite with Sharky. Which is great because he was my duo from the begining and now i have Keaton as my other duo.i also have Bryce as well. Nathan wants to work with keaton and I so thats good and i believe he’s tight with Annabelle so shell come along as well. Thats already 5 with me is 6. As long as none of them are targeted first vote and others are. Ill be sitting in a good spot. From here the first vote, i wouldnt mind voting out Nicole. Only one to yet to talk to me besides saying hi.

WEELLLLL!!! I merged, ladies (and lads)!  I cannot believe it, but I have made it!!  I think I know what my strong points are right now in my game and I just have to keep playing on them.  I'm a lot stronger socially now and I want that to continue going into the merge.  I have allies in every single little aspect of this game, and I want to ensure the people I'm not working with go first.  So less than half of these hoes better watch their backs!

Now that I've merged and have freedom with who I want to work with, I'm definitely going to try and solidify my quad-some with Sharky, Nathan, and Annabelle as a final 4 alliance and also make sure that my other final alliances (one with Bryce, who I just met up with, and then one with Matt) also are stronger than ever before.

I usually do like cast run-downs and... idk... I haven't yet in this game, but I guess I will now going into the merge!!

Annabelle - A queent!!  I absolutely love her and wish that a trio of Ariana stans (with Marie) could've gone through!!  I can't wait to strengthen my bond with her and for us to slay this game together! Bryce - I may have just met Bryce in game, but I've known him for a little bit!  We have never really had a full-on conversation, but we have talked in passing and in some League games.  I've talked to him for like... 30 minutes so far... and he's already a top person in this game for me.  Love him! Keaton - idk him, but he's already trash talked Marie to me... so .... bye ! Matt - I adore him... he's... an angel!  I see myself working with him for a long time in this game, and I have to hope he feels the same hehe... Maynor - eh!  I like him, but we don't.... click... so if he goes home... he goes home... :S... Nathan - LOVE HIM!  He's so funny and so nice and he says we have a final 2, but girl... if we get to final 2 together it's by sheer luck because I shoreeee as hell know he's going hard or going home.... and I'm not playing that same balls to the walls type of game! Nick - LOL OK??? Idols replace social play and gameplay ig!!! Nicole - I just wish she was more active because I'd love to really put all my trust in her, but I don't really ever talk to her! Sharky - ANGEELLLL!!! Das my game hubby... I adore him so much... I really thought I was going to go into this game wanting to fuck him up with a lawn mower, but here I am putting all my eggs into his basket and trusting him completely... I hope I'm making the right decision!  I know he's a big threat, but I just lahva him a lot! Ugh..

This challenge is very interesting. Im just hoping that I somehow get enough points to get the high amount. Immunity would be great. Still working out who i could work with and who i would target. I know for sure that im going to be with Keaton and Sharky. Still dont know about the others yet.

I do not want this immunity. There's like weird touchy subjects vibes. If I win it means a lot of people wanted me to get immunity so I'm well liked which will translate to "Threat". I told the jock destroyers to give me negative items. So hopefully if my other allies give me positive scores it will even out to a smooth 0 and I can stay relatively under the radar.

So I went idol hunting and I got closer than I had ever gotten before. I could just tell. So I gave Brian the info and told him where I went wrong. And he didn't find the idol but he DID find a steal a vote advantage! So Brian and I are getting a nice little tool belt around our waists. Now we just need to get all these people to do what we want.

Everyone is being really quiet. But thats okay because this gives Maynor and I a great opportunity to strategize. To my surprise he threw out Nicole's name! Which is great. It might be too soon to go for her because I've been talking Dinah strong for a few rounds now (even though I voted Dennis out). But it's still good to know that she's on his radar. Now the goal is just to set up a F5 alliance that Brian and I can ride to F6. Maynor and I still have The Scream Team alliance and I'm loyal to that. So if I can move forward with Maynor and Brian then I can just fill in the others as we go.

Okay SWIFT UPDATE. Maynor brought up Matt's name and I was basically like "Um...I don't want to do that" and then discovered that he doesn't think Nicole has his back at all. Which would undermine any Dinah strong stuff. And I'm not going to stick my neck out to save her over a vote on my side for a few more rounds. Especially if she might flip anyway. Hmm…

Now I'm getting a chance to talk game with Anna! This night is really picking up. Unfortunately she seems to have some animosity towards Matt. Why does everyone hate Matt? I think he's bloody awesome! Oh well. She also isn't a fan of Nicole or Keaton so I can direct her target that way for a few votes and for now we seem to be on the same page minus the Matt thing.

Sharky and I are still up at midnight. We came up with a tribal vote plan which is awesome. The target tonight is going to be Nicole. I feel like shes a threat and needs to go. Sharky and I created an ideal final 5 which is me, Sharky, Brian, Matt, amd Bryce. My side alliance is Keaton and Nathan. On the outs is Nick, Annabelle, and Nicole. We are saying that Keaton said Nicole’s name and that Nicole said Keaton’s name. But main targetbis Nicole. Hopefully this plan works and Nicole goes tonight.

Things are falling into place baby! So Maynor wants Nicole/Keaton/Matt out. He thinks he can get Bryce on board. Annabelle also wants Nicole/Keaton/Matt out. I know from The Jock Destroyers Alliance that she (and I) have Nathan's vote. Anna also says she wants to work with Bryce. And Bryce told her that he feels close to Maynor. (I'm realizing Bryce is a HUGE social threat and I'm not going to be able to keep him around for too long but for now he's a number on my side.) Now, both Maynor and Annabelle also love Brian. They both also know I can bring Nick to the table because Nick trusts me. So right now I perfectly situated in the middle of a 7 person voting block. Am I a mastermind?

CLASSIC ANNABELLE. I set up this whole majority situation and told her to choose Keaton or Nicole and we can make it happen. BUT SHE WON'T CHOOSE. I love her but she always does this. She's so about being quiet that she refuses to ever make a move. Last time we played together she said I was a bully and never asked her what she wanted. Now I'm trying to be a better ally and listen to her moves AND SHE WON'T MAKE ANY. So frustrating.

Having Keatons name out was good cuz now he wants to target Nicole because she is the other name thats been thrown out. My alliance of mkn is helping get the votes for Nicole which is great.

so the names thrown out are keaton or nicole and its looking like nicole is gonna go bc ppl think shes a better player bc she gets far in tumblr games which like i guess is tea but its just sad that meta has a factor :( esp when shes like irrel in this game noah fence KJFADSHKFJAS. and like maynor prob has f2 with keaton.. but idc i guess she ghosts me all the time so w/e. im just hoping next round we can get like someone whos actually a threat out.

I WON IMMUNITY which means I made single digits!  I'm so happy with myself... I didn't really do much to deserve it, but I'm so happy I won because it means I can be a little more ballsy this round with throwing out names and whatever!

I'm thinking of voting Keaton out as a sort of revenge for Marie, but Nicole's name is out there, too, and I just really want to make the right move to launch my game into the next round in an even better spot!  I feel like the top of the world right now, and I want to keep that high.  The immunity challenge showed that even though I think I'm a fucking mess, I'm doing well enough socially.

As for that, I want to quickly add in that I love all my allies so much.  Sharky just helped me find a vote steal power which will be so useful for the long run of this game, and I cannot wait to use it to hopefully slay.  Nathan and Annabelle are angels and are also really nice for me to bounce ideas off of.  Bryce is just amazing to talk to and I really see him in my longterm plan.  Matt's another person I see in my longterm plan.  Ideally, this is probably my top 6... and I've since grown closer to Nick and we are working together "for the sake of Sharky", but I think he's more-so a side piece for me in this game!

So....I’m pretty certain I’m leaving because nobody wants to talk of anything of substance with me. It’s hard because I know I deserve to go, I haven’t been in a place mentally to give everything I need to, to this game. But that doesn’t mean I want to leave. It’s just hard, Dennis was my number one ally and now that he is gone it’s gonna be hard to reform my trust and alliances with everyone. Oof. It’s alright. Hoping that someone can use me as a vote about now but, don’t think that’s a possibility.

So I am keeping VERY quiet about my disadvantage, as I don't want anyone to know about it and jump on a bandwagon to use it against me! Like no thanks I'll pass. It looks like it'll either be Keaton or Nicole, would much rather it be Anna but she's immune smh. As long as my name ain't mentioned I'll be Gucci I hope. REEEE

Now that everyone is awake it's time to put in some work to execute the plan Anna/Maynor/myself made last night. We need to get everyone on board with voting Nicole. But I also need to make sure Nicole feels safe just in case she has an idol. I'm going to talk to Matt and Nick. As long as they vote Nicole we should be solid. I'm also going to start an alliance chat with the OG Dinah members so that we can talk about strategy and make sure Nicole feels safe with us. Then as long as everyone is telling the truth (cause no one ever lies in Survivor) it'll all be good.

Can i say that Sharky making a fake alliance chat with Nicole when we are planning on voting her out is very cold blooded. Like honesty doing it to try and throw off her scent of the vote is perfect.

I’m so glad sharky seems to be much more transparent with me. I’m really excited to see how this goes tbh I feel like we’d make a good pair. We be played together before and I thought he would be made at me for like wanting him out in canadienne but yeah I’m excited for merge!

Okay the alliances just keep piling up. It's definitely going to cause an issue later on. But for now it's good. And the newest one, The FB Bois, is one I actually do plan on staying loyal too. I really trust Matt and Brian. I like them both a lot and I want to work with them. Hopefully they feel the same. F4 with Brian, Matt, Maynor is my goal.

We are coming close to tribal. Its nerve wracking cuz it looks like nicole hasnt scrambled so she might have an idol. Im going to see if my side alliance would vote for Matt (keaton and nathan). Just in case there is an idol played. But as far it looks like Nicole is going.

For once my name hasnt been a top priority! its crazy... I really dont know what to do about it but im loving it so much... lets just wait though until I get out in about 30 mins...

Nicole is voted out 6-3-1.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VANDEAD CARNIVAL Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD ”Secret Tools* from the Demon World ~ Read the Instructions Carefully and Use Appropriately~”

Original title: 魔界の秘密道具〜使用上の注意をよく読み正しくお使い下さい

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS VANDEAD CARNIVAL Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD ”Secret Tools from the Demon World ~ Read the Instructions Carefully and Use Appropriately~” [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Midorikawa Hikaru & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This was definitely an interesting combination of characters. Ayato and Azusa don’t interact very often, but they make for a fun duo in my opinion. I hope Azusa takes a lesson from this though. Never let yourself get dragged along by Ayato and his plans because that guy radiates big dumb energy. 

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* A little note before we start, I am pretty sure that the 秘密道具 or ‘himitsu dougu’ which means ‘secret tools/gadgets’ in English is a reference to the popular animated series Doraemon. For those who are unfamiliar with it, in Doraemon, the main character is always offered special tools which help him get through trouble in his every day life.

Ayato walks around the Carnival.

Ayato: ...Geez. ‘Carnival’, my ass! Ahー This is hella borin’...What’s that Old Fart’s problem!? Compared to this, the human world makes for a way better place to kill time, honestly!

He suddenly comes to a halt.

Ayato: Ah? The fuck’s that crowd for? They’re all circlin’ ‘round the same spot. Could there be a fight goin’ on? Hehehe...Perfect timing! I’ll go take a look to waste some time!

He walks over.

Ayato: Haah? Darn. Seems like it isn’t a fight. But why are these people lined up? The queue’s hella long, I can’t even see the end of it.

Azusa walks up to him.

Azusa: Ayato...san?

*Rustle*

Ayato: The fuck!? It’s the bandages bastard, huh? Don’t appear out of nowhere! Actually...Don’t come talk to me like we’re friends! 

Azusa: S...Sorry. But...I thought it was surprising...To find you here...That’s why...

Ayato: I just so happened to pass by. By the way, what’s goin’ on here?

Azusa: What...? Oh. You’re talking about this line? This is the queue...for the lottery...

Ayato: Lottery? A stupid lottery has this many people lined up for it?

Azusa: The Carnival’s lottery...is special...They’re offering many things...which can only be obtained here after all...That’s why Yuma and Kou told me...to come and give it a draw...Ruki gave me permission too...

Ayato: Hmー... But why are you by yourself? Honestly, you seem like the guy who would have the worst luck at lotteries. Couldn’t you have all come to draw it together?

Azusa: Mmh...But...With this lottery...Each family can only send one representative...Surprisingly, everyone agreed that... I seemed the most likely to be lucky with lotteries...So that’s why...

Ayato: Heh. I see. That explains it. The luckiest guy of a family gets to draw a lot, huh? 

Azusa: Exactly...

Ayato: In short, that means this guy is the most respectable of the family, right? 

Azusa: Hmm...I’m not too sure about that...I feel like it’s a little different though...?

Ayato: No, that’s what it means...!! Hehe, now that I know that, I’m gonna give it a go as the representative of the Sakamaki family!

Ayato walks towards the lottery.

Azusa: Ah...Wait. The end of the line...is in the other direction...

Ayato: You really think I’m gonna line up!? I get VIP entry! (1) Oi, bandages bastard! I don’t mind showin’ you how I win first prize!

Azusa: Ah...B-But...

Azusa follows after him either way.

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick tock - tick tock - tick tock*

Shuu: ...Zz...Zz...

*DINGー DONGー*

Shuu: ...Nn...What...? It’s already this late? Hm...I can still sleep. Pwaaah...This Carnival deal might not be half bad. All of those loudmouths have left the manor...

Ayato and Azusa enter the room.

Ayato: ...Oh, Shuu! I knew you’d be here!

Shuu: Haah...Oh? You’ve brought an unusual guest along.

Azusa: Ah...Hello...

Shuu: Ayato and the creepy guy, huh? Pwaah...I don’t know what caused this miracle, but I’m gonna nap now. I’m sleepy. 

Ayato: Aah!? Geez, is ‘I’m sleepy’ the only thing that comes out of your mouth? Try and say somethin’ else for a change!

Shuu: I’m sleepy...

Ayato: Oi!? Were you even listenin’ to me!? Hehehe...Well, whatever. Today’s the last day you get to show me that kind of cocky attitude! 

*Rustle*

Ayato: Behold!

*Dun dun*

Ayato: I skillfully won this kit of secret tools from the Demon World as the first prize in the lottery! Amazing, right!? This proves that I am the top dog of the Sakamaki famiー No, of the entire Demon World! 

Azusa: Ayato-san...That’s only because you kept on drawing lots until you won first prize...

Ayato: Haah!?

Azusa: Nothing...Nothing at all...

Shuu: I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I understand that things are about to get even more troublesome. I’m leaving.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Woah there! I won’t let you leave just yet! Take this...!

*Pop*

Shuu: ...!? Cough, cough...Cough, cough...!!

Ayato: Hehe. How’s that, Shuu? 

Shuu: ...What do you mean...!? What is you guys’ problem...!? Cut it out...

Azusa: Shuu-san...That’s one of the...secret tools...’The legendary fragrance’. It’ll reverse your thoughts. You’ll only be able...to say the opposite of what you think...Me and Ayato-san...drank an antidote beforehand though...

Shuu: ...!

Ayato: Hehe! What’s wrong, Shuu? Cat got your tongue? Try and tell me you’re sleepy like you always do! If you do, I don’t mind givin’ you the antidote.

Shuu: Ugh...I’m sleeーー not. I feel more elated than ever. I’m very thankful to you, Ayato.

Ayato: Hahaha! Ahahaha!! Shuu just said...he feels elated...Ahahaha!

Azusa: S-Shuu-san...Are you okay...?

Shuu: Ugh...I’m fine...This is the best day ever...Thank you...Tsk.

Ayato: Ahahaha!! Serves you right, Shuu!

Azusa: Say, aren’t we taking this a little too...far?

Ayato: Shut up! You should drink this! 

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Mmph...!?

Ayato: Come on, drink it!

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Gulp*

Shuu: Ayato...

Ayato: Aah!? What your problem, Shuu? By the way, the thing I made him drink just now is...

Azusa: Fufufu...Ahahaha! Yo, my lads~! How’s it going today?

Ayato: Seems like this potion which makes any person cheerful and merry works like a charm! As to be expected of these secret tools!

Azusa: Well then! Let’s get our bodies moving! (2) One, two, three, three...Arms into the air! (3) Come on! You should join in too, Ayato-san!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Ackーー!? Don’t just grab my arm like that! Don’t touch me! Stay back!

Azusa: Haha! Come on, don’t be modest and let’s do it together! Like this, watch! Arms into the air...!

Shuu: Ugh...

Azusa: Shuu-san, spotted! Don’t try and run away! ...Come here!

*Rustle*

Shuu: ...S-Sto...You don’t...have to stop...Aah, honestly...!!

Azusa: Well then, everyone together! One, two, three, three...!! Come on, ‘repeat after me’ (4)...~! 

Ayato: Ahahahaha! Hahahaha! I can’t...I’m crying...My tummy hurts...

*DINGー DONGー*

Shuu: Haah...What a drag...Huh? What’s this? The drug’s effects have...? 

Ayato: Aah!? The fuck? It already wore off?

Azusa: Haah, haah...Ah...I...What have I...been doing...? Haah, haah...

Ayato: Ahーah...Well, it’s a shame, but I got to see some funny shit so I guess it’s fine. ...Also, I’m sorry you two.

Shuu & Azusa: ...!?

Azusa: Ayato-san just...apologized!?

Ayato: ...!? The fuck was that just now!? My mouth just started talking...!? 

Azusa: Could this be...?

*Flip*

Azusa: Ah...I knew it...It’s written in the secret tool’s instruction manual...’You shouldn’t use two or more tools at the same time’. 

*Flip*

Shuu: Hm... ‘If you break this rule, you may experience ‘involuntary apologizing’ as a side effect which will leave you unable to resist the urge to say sorry to those around you.’ Ahー Now this is delightful side effect.

Ayato: ...!? I-I’m definitely not apologizing! I mean it! ...Who would...Who would...do...that...? Would I...? I might, huh...? Guess I will...? Perhaps I should...?

Shuu: Hm? What’s the matter, Ayato? If there’s something you want to tell me, I’ll listen. Come on, tell me what’s wrong.

Ayato: I...I...I’m...s-s-so so...so...

Shuu: ‘So’...?

Ayato: N-Noooo...!!!!!!

Ayato bolts out of the room.

Ayato: Let these effects wear off already...!! I’m sorry...!!

ーー TO BE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The word in Japanese is 顔パス or ‘kao-pasu’ which literally means ‘to get a pass because of your face’, alluding to the fact that you are famous/well-known.

(2) More specifically, Azusa refers to ラジオ体操 or ‘radio-taisou’, which are a type of gymnastics exercises done while listening to the radio, often with a large group of people. It is commonly practiced in parks or even in schools or at work.

(3) It was kind of hard to translate this part because I think Azusa might be quoting one of the ‘songs’ which are often accompanied by the radio-based exercises. He mentions the ‘sun’ at one point, which may indicate having to raise your arms into the air. 

(4) He actually says this phrase in English which makes it even more hilarious.