#if it sounds too good ro be true...

[oh-no-its-bird]

World's worst, most messy naruto time travel au EVER. Where a bunch of people from slightly different dimensions try to time travel to fix their bad endings.

But they all got dumped into their alternate bodies of the past of another slightly different dimension. And they all keep tripping over eachother.

So like. You have Sakura (from the dimension where there was no Kaguya/black zetsu, and Madara + Obito are the final villains)

Tripping over ANBU Sasuke (from a no Uchiha massacre/less bad Uchiha massacre universe where he never left the village and is filled to the brim with the will of fire)

Running into Naruto (from one of those evil konoha universes where the abuse aimed towards him was 100 times worse) who is absoloutley tweaking out in the corner, unsure and unable to comprehend what is (from his perspective) such a good world

Then theyre getting fucking tackled by Obito (from a roll swap dimension where he was team 7's sensei and Kakashi took his place in Akatsuki)

Meanwhile Kakashi from the 'team ro defects from Konoha' au is suddenly a jonin again and debating the merits of just sabotaging Konoha from the inside out

Then you also have Kurama, the only one of them to have gotten their own own new body instead of being dumped into the body of their alt version there (coming from a canon-similar world where Naruto sacrifices himself to give Kurama a body and send him back in time, a-la on the other side, by WideEyedDemon)

While in the distance, Gaara (from a dimension where Suna won the fight against Konoha and team 7 went on the run after the leaf was destroyed) tries to very hard to sabotage the attack he believes will prevail, in order to fulfill his promise to team 7 from that other universe bc they got to be friends

But he's being blocked around every corner by Kankuro and Temari, who came back together from a universe where Gaara was straight up an irredeemable monster who destroyed all of Suna

But also fucking semi-canon accurate housewife Orochimaru from Boruto is like. Around. Just absoloutley fucking it up in his milf era, giving no shits whatsoever. The alien tree people or whatever the hell is going on in boruto ate his world so he has his eyes on the sky.

^ so like. All of that and it just keeps going. U can throw in whoever from wherever, these are just starting points

(The only rule is Jiriya and Tsunade aren't time travelers bc I want them to see milf Orochimaru and scream in terror)

And the whole thing is that very few of them actually share the same bad end, and it's very unclear what the true bad ending of their current world is— bc to be clear, the dimension they ended up does not line up 100% with any one of the newcomers.

(Their current dimension is actually just canon, to be clear. Or at least incredibly canon-ish)

So they're just fucking tripping over eachother right and left, trying to prevent things that may or may not happen (bc some of their bad ends ARE still possible!!)

The inter character relationships would go so insane too. Bc like all of team 7 has been shaken to its core, pretty much.

Naruto wants to burn Konoha to the ground and Sasuke thinks it is hashtag worth fighting for.

Sakura is dealing from the whiplash of ehats basically a sasuke/naruto roleswap, and also thinks Obito is the irredeemable root of all evil.

Meanwhile, Obito is crying bc his kids don't recognize him

Obito, seeing his students so changed and then noting that Kakashi is so chill, gets his hopes up that maybe this is a loyal Konoha Kakashi...

But NOPE he's not, he's fully checked out of Konoha and has attachments to like. Team ro + Sasuke.

Tho he'd also be super fucked up to see Obito too, it must be said

Then Kakashi originally defected from Konoha in his universe bc Orochimaru told him ab the "truth" of his fathers suicide (and then he walked in on Danzo trying to kill Shisui lmao) And actually did join Orochimaru in sound afterwords, so.

Kakashi is rocking up to sound trying to confirm if shits similar in this universe and Orochimaru is going "a free copy cat Kakashi?? Don't mind if I do <3" and offering him a room there (which he might just accept)

Kakashi spying for Orochimaru....

The sand sibs are also having THE worst time ever. Gaara is trying so hard to be good and show he's changed but Temari and Kankuro are even more convinced of his irredeemable evil soul or whatever than they were in canon. They saw him rip Suna apart !!!

Gaara is also SO stressed about the chunin exam attack (fast approaching) bc hes convinced it will prevail and his future friends will be rendered homeless and hunted for sport again

Meanwhile also: Orochimaru totally fucking forgot about that and isn't. Actually interested anymore. So.

I have more thoughts but, like usual, I fucking clicked post too soon (these last bits are edits, oops) so I'll leave it here for now before someone reblogs the incomplete version

[marisolls]

121924. ❀ ₊˚⊹ HERSHEY’S KISSES

haikyuu 𝜗𝜚 tsukishima kei x fem!reader

you’ve had your fair share of experiences when it comes to relationships. yet for some reason, the one you have now, with a certain blonde who gives you love that’s tangible enough to feel its warmth flowing your skin— makes all your hair from your nape rise in an indescribable feeling. it’s a mix of apprehension, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to do something you have never done before.

or: 4 times you felt the urge to kiss him, and 1 time he acted upon it.

❀ MASTERLIST. PREV. IV. U CAN'T. NEXT

content 𝜗𝜚 2.7k wc. museum date. h*nd h*ld*ng. gut wrenching tension. tsukki is disgustingly and effortlessly handsome.

the date almost seems too good to be true.

you start your morning relatively productive, perhaps because you slept early, tucked yourself into bed, and let yourself grab a well-deserved rest from all the overthinking you’ve been doing. perhaps because of tsukishima kei, who’s always subtly punctual with you, or when he looks good in everything he wears, like he’s not even trying.

he’s leaning casually against a column, earbuds hanging loosely around his neck, posture as clean as ever. there’s not a bone of nervousness in him, a picture-perfect example of calm in any circumstance he’s in.

but up close, it’s different.

there’s a rosiness colouring his cheeks that almost looks natural. he twists and flexes his wrists when he’s trying to distract himself—from what, exactly? a knowing smirk curls up on your lips. 

“stop staring,” he says dryly, which translates to, ‘i know what you’re thinking.’ but the way his gaze flicks to the ground betrays him.

“who’s staring?” you tease, feeling coy.

he doesn’t push you away when you edge into his space, though he does roll his eyes when you make a show of squinting dramatically at him. “what are you doing now?”

“just trying to figure out if you’re actually excited,” you reply with a bubbling laugh, poking his arm. “you’ve got this adorable pink thing going on—”

“would you stop that already?” he mutters, ducking his head as if that’ll save him from your relentless teasing. a payback of sorts. and you relish every twitch in the expression he makes.

the sound spills into the cool, crisp air around you. the faint scent of blooming flowers from the museum gardens mixes with the earthy tang of autumn, and you feel the moment settle in your chest like a warm ember.

you don’t miss the slight curve of his lips, though, or the way he subtly adjusts his glasses, buying himself a moment to retain his composure.

“ready?” he asks, shifting gears as you rummage through your bag, double-checking for your stuff.

when you nod, it takes you a second to register that as he lifts his hand, he’s actually offering it to you. your eyes flicking between his face and his hand, before he sighs dramatically, intertwining his hand with yours without a word and begins to walk.

there’s a shy smile slowly forming at the corner of your mouth, “you’re… unusually affectionate.”

he scoffs, a soft, dismissive sound, and holds on tighter. “we’re just going inside, not a battlefield.”

the words are typical tsukishima—and you can’t help but chuckle. can’t help but bask in the gust of wind brushing past, tousling your hair. the slight pressure he puts as he holds your hand, slowly filling the spaces between your fingers so casually.

you don’t do this on the daily—then again, today isn’t just any other day.

it’s special. in his own quiet way, your boyfriend’s been making that point all along.

inside the museum, the air is cooler; faint hums and murmurs of conversation amble within the space. you glance around at the towering exhibits, and though you try to be subtle about it, your focus keeps drifting back to him on your side.

you see his top swallowing his figure snugly, baggy in a way that’s comfortable. he wears a buttercream knitted sweater vest layered over a mustard yellow long-sleeve shirt, and the sleeves are neatly rolled up at the cuffs. with dark blue slim-fit jeans, slightly cuffed at the ankles, paired with brown leather loafers.

you’ve fully mastered the art of self-restraint; nobody can suspect from your relaxed expression that your insides are crying out to just nuzzle your face against his clothes and inhale every bit of his floral cologne. the thought could make you wheeze, though you’d look insane if you did.

you’re also unsure why the warmth that radiates off of him whenever he moves, like fixing his glasses, is directed to you. maybe because you’re close; even if divided by the clothing material, your skin still meets his. and most of his energy just simply lands on you, like a weighted blanket on a cozy evening.

you pause in front of a massive dinosaur skeleton, craning your neck to take in the sheer size of it. its towering frame almost scrapes the museum ceiling, sharp teeth glinting under the overhead lights. “imagine living in a world where this thing just… roams around,” you muse aloud.

“humans wouldn’t last a week,” he says flatly.

“speak for yourself,” you retort. “i’d probably tame it and ride it to work.”

amusement dances across his features, as he raises a brow, “you? tame a dinosaur?”

“don’t underestimate me,” you say, squinting at him dramatically. “i have hidden talents, you know.”

“like burning your leftovers?”

you feign offense, “hey. that never happened! only once.”

the exchange dissolves into quiet laughter as you both move on, his hand never leaving yours. weaving through the museum’s curated halls, one exhibit catches his eye—a sleek glass case displaying an ancient clay tablet.

he lingers, adjusting his glasses as he leans in to read the plaque.

“look at this,” he says, pointing to the intricate carvings etched into the clay. “it’s from mesopotamia. early cuneiform script.”

you capture each moment with your digital camera, taking candid pictures of your boyfriend who keeps his gaze forward, reading the plaques with a quiet intensity. always soaking in every detail without a word.

“what’s that look for?” he asks suddenly, catching you watching him.

“hm?” you tilt your head at him. “oh. nothing, you’re just...kind of a nerd.”

his voice drips with sarcasm, unimpressed. “you’re just figuring this out now?”

“no, of course not,” you chuckle. “…okay, maybe i’m finding it only adorable now.”

he acts exasperated as he heaves a sigh through his nose, but ultimately relents. “you just can’t stop saying weird shit, huh?”

“you love it though.”

he doesn’t answer, a smile dancing around his pretty lips.

there it is again.

‘not now’ you think to yourself, pausing to readjust your tight shoes. ‘it’s too early for this.’

you clear your throat. “what does it- what does it say?”

“it’s probably a receipt or something.”

“aw, and here i was hoping it was a love letter,” you grin as you nudge his side.

the faintest smirk tugs at his lips. “if you wanted one, you could’ve just asked.”

your laughter echoes softly through the exhibit, blending with the muted chatter of other visitors. as he steps back to give you space, your camera clicks again, capturing him mid-thought, his gaze focused and serene.

“…you look good,” you murmur suddenly, lowering your camera.

his head snaps toward you, startled. “what?”

“i said you look good,” you repeat, and this time, you can see the way his ears turn pink.

“...thank you,” he mutters, glancing down at his outfit, having the audacity to feel conscious and forget what he’s wearing. the audacity to look so pleasantly surprised.

the audacity to look so cute for you to soak and commit to memory.

when his gaze returns to you, though, it’s different—slightly softer, slightly bolder. his hand shifts to fix a stray strand of your hair, and he lets it linger for just a moment too long. eyes smoothly tracing you from top to bottom, feeling your palm sweat under his honed stare.

(you know what, this should be the one captured by every angle with a click. this should be sheltered in your camera that could last for eternity, immortalised. his eyes on you, engulfing you with a stare that makes you feel so wanted, even without saying it outright.)

he pinches your cheek and you hear the hushed way he says, “you’re going to kill me at some point.” he resumes his walk without a hitch, rendering you speechless.

(you want to kiss him so bad.)

the shokudo feels worlds apart from the quiet sophistication of the museum. it’s smaller, cozier, with soft yellow lighting that casts a warm glow across the wooden tables. the faint sound of clinking dishes and murmured conversations fill the space, merging seamlessly with the hum of the air conditioner.

the museum date stretches to lunch like clockwork. you manage to convince your boyfriend to take a stroll towards the bookshop you frequently visit later, despite the pile of books on your shelf that you haven’t finished yet. you might have to sort that out soon.

a server places steaming bowls of udon on your table, the savory aroma wafting through the air. the broth glistens, rich and golden, while thinly sliced scallions float on the surface like tiny green rafts.

tsukishima picks up his chopsticks with practiced ease, twirling the noodles once before taking a bite. you, on the other hand, pause to inhale the scent, your stomach growling in appreciation.

“i swear, this place gets better every time,” you say, breaking apart your chopsticks. “the broth smells amazing.”

he hums in agreement, swallowing before replying. “it’s the same as always. you’re just hungry.”

“rude,” you say, pouting as you take your first sip of the broth. the warmth spreads through your chest instantly, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips. “see? perfect.”

he rolls his eyes, half-smiling. for a moment, you’re knocked over by a sense of deja vu. his lips glinting against the light, tantalizing in a way that pulls your stare more strongly than ever. you gulp,. nervous.

his jaw relaxes as he slightly opens his mouth to slurp the noodles effortlessly, the steam curling up and casting a soft halo around his face. when he swallows, his adam’s apple bobs up against his throat. you forget your own food for a while.

you cringe at your behaviour. the realisation kicks you in the gut as the ache slowly creeps in, your nails digging crescent moons against your fingers.

you’ve never been this obsessed with any other person at all. there’s so much to learn about tsukishima kei still, so many things to trek through this relationship that  was initially built upon unspoken affections; many sweet nothings that never seemed to sit right when uttered, too awkward for your liking. but you’re not sure if you can show it well, either. you’re not sure if he understands this growing part of you that longs to be closer to him. closer than anything you’ve had.

your eyes can only show it as he notices the way you stare at his lips, unflinching, even when his brows draw back in a silent question. waiting for you to say something.

you blink and look up, heart stuck to your throat.

“you have uh… a little under your lips.”

“what?”

tentatively, you snatch your handkerchief and swipe it against the lower half of his face, careful in the way you gently swipe your thumb across his chin, feeling the soft plush of his lips against the fabric. maybe it’s the steam of mist from the udon wafting, but you feel your cheeks heat up.

and if he sees it, this fear of being misjudged for how you’ve tipped into unfamiliar territory, that even as you’re together, or if you’ve been with other people before him, you still feel like this is a first. if he sees it, that you’re able to show how you can be so affectionate in many different ways, in many forms of sentiment, he doesn’t say anything.

“there.” you breathe out, pulling your hand back and redirecting your focus towards your food as you munch far more eager than intended. and if you think about the ghost of that simple touch for too long, it burns your skin and leaves you breathless and shivering, like a finger tracing the length of your spine.

he’s stunned for a minute before he scoffs to the side, and when you take a peek at his ears, you see them flushed pink. he mumbles faintly, something about how you should hurry up eating, before resuming his meal.

something bubbly forms in your throat, a quiet giggle, a soft sigh in having achieved such a minuscule thing. 

that warm look of love stretches onwards; when you leave the shokudo, when you waste half the time on recounting the lore from your favorite book instead of buying the sequel, when you decide to spend the rest of the evening walking around the park with him, when silence hums in your chest and you’re holding hands and you feel like he’s your hallway crush all over again. 

“can we uh, sit down for a sec?” 

he grins a little, “are you sure you’re not just making excuses to not go home yet?”

you shove him with your elbow as you sit down on a nearby bench, massaging your feet, sore from all the walking—or perhaps from your shoes, which tsukishima has been eyeing for a while. 

golden brown flickers to you briefly, then back at your shoes. 

wordlessly, he kneels in front of you, hands reaching to take them off. 

“oh-” 

“you’ve been enduring this all day, you know these are too small for you already, why wear it?” 

you’re going to lose it any moment now.

“it’s the only pair that matches my fit, kei,” you admit, hushed, a secret whisper of his name that he could only hear. the sky breathes in the night light without haste. his skin looks so much softer and tantalizing to caress. 

he skims the edge of your knee-high sock with a featherlight touch, but you wonder why it sears. gaze sharp and almost reverent. he tugs the fabric down carefully, allowing it to unravel from your skin as if it’s something sacred. 

he doesn’t look at you at first, too focused on the task at hand. then, just as the sock slips past your ankle, his gaze flickers up—golden brown catching the dim glow of the streetlights, unreadable yet steady.

you swallow.

“seriously, kei,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to—”

“i know.” his voice is even, but its laced with something else, something that makes your breath hitch. his thumb brushes your ankle absentmindedly before he reaches for the other sock, starting the process all over again.

he finishes sliding off the second sock, folds it loosely with the other, and sets them gently beside your shoes. 

you’re watching him, wide-eyed, heart beating somewhere between your throat and the stars above. the silence hums again, but this time it’s taut with something you can’t name. the hairs on your nape rise, buzzing in anticipation. 

he stays kneeling for a moment longer, his hands resting lightly on your calves. then, his thumb brushes a slow, thoughtless circle against your skin.

“dramatic as always.” 

“excuse me?”

“for your outfit,” he clarifies, gaze tilting up again, but not all the way to your face—his eyes are on… your lips? “you wore those torture devices just to match it.” 

no shit. you want to swat his shoulder. to say something snarky. but all that comes out is a helpless (and hopeless) laugh.

“i wanted to look nice,” you say, and it’s softer than you mean it to be.

“for me?” he asks, and he says it like a joke, like a tease, though a tease shouldn’t sound like he’s genuinely touched. sets your heart racing. 

“…you did,” he says, not a question this time.

wordlessly, you nod. that’s when you hear the quiver in his breath, like he’s been holding it the whole time. 

you cup his chin and turn a little to the side. 

kiss.

maybe on the cheek wouldn’t hurt. oh god. 

“come on, it’s getting dark.” you finally stand up, feeling your knees wobble like ice cream ready to melt within seconds. “let’s go home.” 

“yeah…” he stares up at you, awestruck, “let’s..” 

when he rises to his feet, you don’t reach for his hand again, but you walk close—close enough that your shoulders graze. and neither of you says a word. the kiss, the socks, the world tilted slightly off-axis.

as you walk, he glances at you sideways. “so… what part of the outfit were you hoping i’d notice the most?”

you nearly trip over your own feet.

“i’m never dressing up again,” you mutter.

“good. your socks were offensive.”

you shove his shoulder. he doesn't stop smiling for the rest of the walk home. 

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[4milly]

deserving; sub!roman headcanon

we all need a small break. especially your man—the most dominate man you know. be his peace. his breath of fresh air…he deserves it. (overlaps when he was champion…i miss him *sigh*)

warnings: smut.

parings: sub!roman x black!reader

sub!roman appreciated the small moments of coming home to you; a hot meal, clean house, and a hot bath waiting for him. you’d clean him off and when he’d step out the bath, you were ready to give him a massage. he always vocalized his gratitude towards you taking care of him when he needed it most.

sub!roman wasn’t always shown. your man was a true dominate—a leader. you followed him and he adored it knowing you put your entire faith and trust into him. he worked so hard in WWE. carrying the titles for damn near 3 years was starting to show work on his body, and his mental. so moments like these were rare. times when he’d let you lead him for a change.

sub!roman was a natural at pinning your hips down and digging his dick into your pussy and filling you to the brim. stretching your pussy on his dick to accommodate him, to make you cum over and over as you’d thrashed around under him…but you wanted the same reaction from him too.

sub!roman craved those releases. such as you standing behind the giant circular bathtub in your shared home, his long and girthy dick in hand as you stroked him in a sensual motion. your hand barely being able to wrap around his dick in its entirety. his head thrown backwards on his shoulder as moans emitting from his chest kissed the celling, “you like that baby?,” you quietly asked in his ear “i love the sounds you make for me baby.” you could feel his hips swiftly thrusting upwards to pump his dick in your warm hand a little faster.

sub!roman knew you wanted to join him—the ache in your pussy becoming more prominent. the sounds he made was so sexy, it made your pussy wetter and clench with each sound. you wanted to take your other hand and work yourself towards your own release, but tonight was about him. he deserved it. “tell me when you’re cumming, mkay?”

sub!roman was desparate. he was about to blow all over your hand if you kept stroking him, making sure to squeeze his angry red mushroom tip when you neared the top. “you’re doing so good, baby. you like it when i tell you how good you’re doing?” his moans growing louder as he neared his release, his chest heaving. “i know baby, i know. you’re gonna cum for me, mkay? don’t hold back. let it all out baby.” you sucked on his neck and placed loving pecs on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your strokes. “aw, fuck baby. ahh, don—don’t stop baby, please,” his voice sounding a tortured rasp “i can’t stop—i won’t. i promise. not till you cum.”

sub!roman felt the room spinning. it was dizzying. addicting, even. his mind was clouded with only one goal. he felt he body shudder before letting his mouth open on a whimper. chills raced through your spine. your wetness drenching your boy shorts. seeing him like this set you off. needy for anything you’d give him. “you said you’d always give me what i want. cum for me, baby.” your name fell from his lips as a breathless chant. his body going ridged against you before violently shaking and flexing his abs. “y-y-ahh, fuck! i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” warm hot spurts pouring out from his dick onto the top of your fist. roman always came a lot; it creating a waterfall, dripping down the sides of your hand.

sub!roman couldn’t say a word. you continued stroking, wanting to milk every bit of stress out of him “you did so good. you feel better, baby?” his head was spinning. between fighting his tremors off, catching his breath, and your hand still stroking him created an overstimulation. he let out another small whimper as he felt his dick ache for another release. his dick never falling limp, “you wanna cum again? hm? you deserve it. you work so hard, ro.”

[predestinatos]

CHALLENGERS — CL16 & MV1 🏓

summary: the line between rivals and friends was blurred. and then you came. MINORS DNI!!!!

word count: 3.5k

tags: charles leclerc x fem!reader x max verstappen, implied cheating, flirting, them being horny boys, 3some vibes, heavily inspired by challengers.

warnings: smut (no sex but... everything else) dirty talking, cheating, cursing.

note: yes i've been obsessed with challengers and i thought the dynamics would look rlly fun on a fic!!! am 100% invested on making this a series! also i'm aware those are padel things in tbe picture but this is just for the cover aesthetics okay!

12:52AM

“You know I can beat him, right?” Charles’ voice sounded rough as he stood against the doorframe, confident smile spread across his lips, arms crossed against his chest, making his muscles stand out. You looked at him then, from your lying position across the hotel bed – one you shouldn’t be on – and shrugged. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

The defiance in your tone registered like a cold breeze across his skin, causing him to shiver slightly yet not break his demeanour as he moved towards you silently, lowering himself towards you on the bed now, face inches away from yours. “I didn’t know you still needed convincing.” Charles noticed how you licked your lips as you stared at his, how for a quick second you almost forgot what you were talking about as your breaths melted into each other. His throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed, both of you so silent it could’ve been a scene from a nature documentary: prey seducing predator, but which is which?

“You asked” you replied, refusing to break the distance first, wanting to prove that you were stronger than he thought, that he needed something from you which he couldn’t possibly get, not anymore at least. You looked at his eyes, its bright colour now so darkened by something close to thrill over what was going on in that moment, a thrill you wanted to suppress. “Just wanted to see how good of a liar you were” Charles bit his lip, smile now growing slightly. Maybe it wasn’t thrill. Maybe it was actual amusement.

“You’re unbearable” you said, now turning your face away from him, rolling your eyes at his sheer arrogance. “You want me” he got up from bed, taking off his t-shirt as he searched for his pyjamas. His back flexed with every movement, muscles stranding out in his glistening skin. He smiled knowingly, because although he could not see your face, he knew you were looking. He always knew.

“Brave of you to think so” you shot back, getting up as well, grabbing your bag from the small armchair placed in the corner of the room. Rushing towards the hotel door, his frame stood between you and it – the ability to breathe, the absence of guilt, the absolution of uncommitted sins. “See, you’re still a bad liar” his bare chest rose and fell in front of you and Charles wished he could say he wasn’t about to crumble before you but that wouldn’t be true either. His confidence was only partially real, for he did not have the strength to do more than this, to test you and push you only this far – part of him knew you couldn’t resist, but he was never entirely sure.

YEARS EARLIER

The country club was boring. You didn’t know why your family insisted on going apart from trying to prove how rich they were, something which got exhausting too quickly. Sitting at the table, you played with the olive in your martini as your dad talked about “business” and your mom laughed about something.

The sun warmed your skin as your bare legs welcomed the heat gladly, the only source of some amusement in that place. It was tiring. Your brain felt like it could explode from lack of stimulation. Minutes passed at the speed of years. You had to do something, quick, or else- “I’m going for a walk” you said suddenly, or a voice said, part of your brain who was even more tired than you thought. Your family stood, staring at you briefly before nodding and continuing their tasks, like robots who were well instructed to continue their mission but not used to abnormalities.

Max was sweating. We would feel disgusting, unclean, even, were it not for how focused he was on the game, on his friend – rival, for a few minutes – in front of him. The tennis ball travelled from his racket to Charles in something near to slow motion for him.

Charles was amused. He always was, for he loved playing almost more than winning. He loved getting under his friend’s skin, seeing how hard he tried to beat him while his careless attitude ate him with each hit he took. There was something god-like about his commitment, his seriousness, that Charles admired, if not even envied. He couldn’t care as much about things the way his friend did – he was passion, Max was reason. That’s the way they always worked, and you could see it in the way they played, hear it in the way they grunted as they hit the ball with their utmost force.

“Okay let’s take a break” Charles said, throwing his racket carelessly on the floor as he walked towards the end of the field, towards his water bottle. Max stood in place, looking at his friend, wondering if he looked as disheveled as him – dark hair glued to his skin, cheeks red and a constant frown on his face from the sun’s insistence on affecting them. “It’s 30-all! You can’t just ask for a break when it’s 30-all!” his complaints were dismissed with a shrug of shoulders. “I just did”

Max inhaled heavily, used to this behaviour yet not immune to how much it annoyed him, and on his exhale, he felt his friend’s hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. “Relax, don’t be so tense all the time,” Charles whispered, slight irony laced in his tone as he buried his hands in his friend’s warm shoulders from the heat.

“Don't stop now, I was enjoying it” your voice broke through them unexpectedly, causing them to turn their eyes towards you simultaneously. Max stared at you, his eyes locked on your teasing ones. But it was Charles who spoke first, in an attempt to match your tone. “And who are you, exactly?” Though you answered his friend, your eyes remained on Max's green ones, on the shy smirk growing slowly across his lips. The hands previously on his shoulders fell across them, brushing his back and finally leaving him altogether, as if melting from the heat. He barely noticed. Maybe he didn’t notice it at all. “I'm Charles” he walked towards you confidently, leaning against the railing that separated the court from the bleachers, one eye closed in a permanent blink due to the sun. You got up, looking, for the first time, at the dark haired man closer to you. Moving slowly towards him as you climbed down the stairs, you felt his defiant gaze, so different from his friend’s yet equally as alluring to you. Now as close to him as you could, your hand on the railing, mere inches away from his arm, you spoke. “And your friend over there?” Charles looked back, as if trying to recall who you could be referring to, prolonging a moment unnecessarily, only to allow his arm to brush against your hand as he turned back towards you, head tilted. “Why do you want to know?” Max’s racket felt cold against his burning skin, the image of his friend's toned back and tanned neck directed towards you, with a short skirt and tight top, causing him to wonder if he was hallucinating, overheating, going crazy. “Charles, she wants us to play more.”

10:45PM

He liked watching you, how you moved so softly, hands caressing your legs as you applied mosturizer. It was almost religious, how your breath guided his unintentionally, how he forgot everything for a few seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours.

He leaned against the bathroom sink as you placed your foot on top of the toilet seat to better access some parts of your skin you could not otherwise reach. You felt his gaze, still so similar to the one he first used when he first layed his eyes on you – the same intensity, mind over matter debate circulating through his mind as he analyzed every inch of your skin.

“I’m going to win tomorrow” Max said from behind you; a certainty in his voice that made you chuckle with something close to frustration. You muttered an ‘okay’ as you continued your movements, your bracelets clinking against each other. “I’m serious. You know I’m serious” he repeated, frustrated at your nonchalantness, at your dismissal of his convictions.

“Don’t be patronizing” you finally said, turning around as you spread the remains of the cream on your arms and hands. Though you were in underwear and he was clothed, he felt vulnerable in front of you. The ring adorning both of your fingers didn’t make your presence any easier to bear over the years, despite his attempts at pretending it did.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows now raised, turning his head to follow your frame which walked towards the hotel bed. “You know what I mean, Max” your voice was stern, your head always high despite you being shorter, as if he was the one who had to look up to you, though he hadn’t, not really.

“You weren’t like this with him” he looked down now, his profile outlined by the bathroom lights. You admired his attractiveness, his intentional care to be clean, precise, as close to perfect as he could. You admired how his expressions never oscilated between extremes, or at least how he managed to hide it so well if they did.

“You don’t need me to tell you these things the way he does” you sighed. You had had this conversation, or something close to it too many times to count. “You have the girl, you have the championship, what else do you want, Max? You want me to constantly tell you you’re a winner, you’re a big fucking boy who’s so so good?” you continued, more aggressively than you perhaps intended, though it did not matter, not really, at least.

He looked back at you now, though he dare not move. His throat bobbed up and down now, and you noticed how his knuckles whitened slightly as he held the sink tightly. “Maybe I do” it was almost a whisper, the way he said it, trying to hide from the attention he so craved, his body manifesting more than he wanted to show.

You looked further down his body, to where your words seemed to affect him most, though he remained looking at you. You admired his silent boldness in contrast to Charles’ loud one. "I chose you, Max" your voice sounded velvety to him, almost driving him insane as he felt his cock hardening. He felt ridiculous. Maybe he was; his obsession with your approval was also an obsession with beating Charles' appeal to you. He might have won many battles but Max had won the war.

YEARS EARLIER

Charles was better - better looking, better skilled, and effortlessly so. Max thought all of this as he stared at the back of his friend's slightly burned neck, standing behind him in front of a bedroom door.

"Ok so, let's not fuck this up" Charles said, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a match. "She clearly wants us"

"Us?" Charles turned around at the question, incredulity written across his face. "Yes, us. Now which one she wants more... We'll find out"

Before he could protest at his friend's unapologetic confidence, the door opened. You stood there, oversized t-shirt being worn as a nightgown, smiling at the two boys.

Both of them frozen, lusting over you so obviously it was almost insulting, were you not turned on by the way their gaze explored your body. Charles had a signature smirk that did not care to hide where his imagination was roaming as he stared at your bare legs; Max, on the other hand, was overcome by a darkness that almost intimidated you, studying every inch of your body hungrily.

"You're just going to stand there?" you asked, half laughing, waking the boys up from their trance. They both rushed inside excitedly, causing you to giggle subtly. It was flattering, how much they seemed to crave your sheer attention.

“So…” you asked, moving to sit on the carpeted floor, trying to make them comfortable – which didn’t need much effort, as they seemed to make themselves at home promptly, Charles’ unbuttoned shirt exposing his chest to you, and Max’s own t-shirt was so tight it left little to the imagination.

“You liked to see us play” Max started, a newly found confidence reaching him, a smile matching it perfectly. Maybe you were the one to give it to him, your eyes landing on him as if daring him to speak, him specifically. Charles’ opened up a bottle of a cheap drink he found at the liquor store they had ran to just hours before, as they realized they might actually have a chance with you.

“I did” you answered with a nod, now looking at Charles, who offered you a glass, your fingers brushing his purposefully.

“So much that you wanted more” Max continued, so factual it could pass as arrogance – though it resulted in a blush from you. You admired his sudden calculated boldness, the way he brought the cup to his lips after saying those words, as if he had commented on the state of the weather.

“And you gave me more” you replied, trying to match his – maybe their – tone.

“Oh, we haven’t given you nearly enough” Charles now stepped in. He couldn’t help himself, not with you in front of him, not with the small room closing in on him as he felt your need grow along with his, along with Max’s, along with the cups and the drink and the sheets and the carpeted floor.

“You two do this a lot?” you asked, daringly, though the question had crossed your mind throughout the day. Was this enticing to them? Sharing a woman, pleasuring her together, driving her mad with their games, their touch and words?

They let out a soft laugh together, almost synchronized. They were both beautiful, though in opposite ways – Max’s features were hard despite his soft, quiet demeanor, while Charles’s were softer, more carefully sculpted despite his own careless behavior.

“What, go after the same girl?” Charles asked, looking at Max, who looked at him as well. They found it amusing and rather ironic, really. Everything was a competition to them, even if nothing got in the way of their friendship. What made you especially exciting was how they both wanted you, and how both of them were aware of that fact. They both know the game was on the minute you showed up, like a match they fought in the court.

Upon your nod, Max decided to speak up. He had to; it was somehow agreed and decided who would say what, an unspoken rule he seemed to have made with Charles but couldn’t quite remember. “No, not at all” he laughed, cup now empty as Charles grabbed the bottle and filled it some more.

“What he means is… You’re just that attractive” the brown-haired man spoke. Was he flirting with you, or were they both doing so, even if it came only from his voice? You couldn’t help but feel your whole body responding to how they looked at you, how they seemed to crave you with indescribable need.

“What about you two?” you asked now, blaming the alcohol – though you had barely drunk anything. Their eyes went from you to each other again, awkward and rapidly, as they blushed slightly.

“No, I mean… no we haven’t” Max said, causing a soft chuckle to come out of Charles, his friend’s shyness over the topic making amusing him. It’s not like they haven’t thought about it – not at all – but they hadn’t told each other this. This concept lived in their heads, and none of them dared to bring it up, though they had seen each other naked and crossed lines most so-called friends probably wouldn’t. But neither of them had the conversation about what it meant, or what it could mean, because they didn’t feel the need to. Not until now.

You shrugged it off, finishing your drink in a single gulp. Looking at those two men, you realized you couldn’t quite decide what to do next – you wanted to do so many things that felt too forbidden to speak.

You looked up at Max, his eyes so needy it made your blood pulsate in your veins, the certainty that he would do anything for your touch right in that moment causing you to shiver. Slowly, you moved towards him, his face so close to yours that he dared not move, not until your hands reached his neck and pulled him towards you, kissing him.

That seemed to shift something in him, his own arms holding you as if scared you’d leave, as if wanting to consume you all, taste all of you. His hand instinctively grabbed your waist, though you knelt on the ground and couldn’t – wouldn’t – go anywhere.

“Oh, fuck” Charles said, looking at the both of you. The sight should make him jealous, but it did quite the opposite. He felt aroused, more than he wanted to admit, watching Max controlling your body and movements, eyebrows furrowed from pleasure, as your own lips moved messily and erratic against his, not caring about how it looked. You were putting on a show for him as you savored all of Max – Max was simply savoring all of you, for he had forgotten his friend was even there.

You pulled away, however, now deciding you had to try the other man, who seemed to be in a state of pure bliss over you, your attitude, your movements. You barely moved towards him – you didn’t need to – as he rushed towards you his hand resting on your thigh and grabbing it tightly. He was more aggressive, more assertive and confident in his kiss. He didn’t let go of himself the way Max did, but then again he barely held himself back at all when it came to you.

Max was staring. He knew he was staring but he couldn’t look away. The sight was erotic, something out of his deepest, darkest fantasies – your hair being slightly pulled by Charles’ strong grip, your own hands on his cheeks as his tongue travelled across your mouth. Suddenly, his kissing went down to your neck, and you held him there as you looked directly at Max.

Just your look could have driven him insane, right there and then, but he wouldn’t let it happen. He was hungry for more of you, more of whatever was going on, wanted it to last as long as it possibly could. “Come here” you called for him, who obliged immediately.

At first, he mimicked Charles, but soon his mouth was on yours again and you felt both boys’ mouths on your body, the amount of sensations fogging your mind as you let them both consume you. You pulled Charles mouth to yours, joining the kiss you were sharing with Max. The three of you kissed – messily, sloppily, completely letting the primal, animalistic part of you loose.

You wanted to touch yourself. Wanted them to touch you, feel how wet you were, savoring all of you. You wanted them to touch each other for you – for your gaze, for your entertainment and fulfillment, the way they were doing so now, as you pulled away and watched their own mouths against each other.

Max was hard. He couldn’t think anymore, dizzy from the caresses he was feeling on his body, from the insanity of the moment, from everything and nothing. Charles was drunk – drunk on the intense rush flowing through him, from how hard he knew he was, from how fucking spectacular everything seemed in that moment.

You were in complete bliss. The two men before you were in absolute awe of you, yearning for you with fervent need, letting themselves go to the point where they even yearned for each other. It was time to stop it.

“Okay” you said, snapping both of them back to reality instantly. Both Max and Charles were shocked at how they felt nothing close to shame over the moment. In fact, they felt exhilarated, ready to keep going, to prolong the moment with each other, with you, forever. “It’s time to go” you continued, watching the glow disappear from their faces as they breathed hard, chests falling and rising rapidly. “What?” they asked in unison, something close to innocence returning to their faces.

“We’ll do this again, right?” Charles asked, getting up after you did, with Max following. He was aware that he was hard, his cock rubbing against the fabric of his boxers and shorts uncomfortably. And he was also aware that you were turned on, though he could only imagine how soaked you actually were – a picture that didn’t help his situation.

“Sure” you answered, seeing their gleeful faces one last time before adding, as you walked them to the door “one of you will. The one who wins tomorrow”, closing it on them before you could see the smile turn into a frown.

[spotsandsocks]

Evan with a B 🌳🏡🌳 8.7k

Anne of Green Gables/ Buddie Au. This is chapter one and sets the scene for Buck’s new life on Prince Edward Island Amazing Cover by @ronordmann thanks Ro 💜 AU inspired by @lonelychicago April you’re a menace I love you for it

The white blossoms on the tree on the other side of the train tracks are beautiful. They remind him of the trees that used to be at the bottom of their street before things went wrong and his parents decided to send him and Maddie away.

Buck hasn’t seen his sister for years. He still thinks about her, looks for signs of her in the reflection of his own face. The only friendly face he’s seen for years now.

The orphanage hadn’t been very fond of his appreciation of blossoms or bugs or flowers and certainly not the raccoon he’d tried to tame. They didn’t care for his love of words both written and spoken. In truth they didn’t much care for him. Madam in particular did not care for him one little bit. He purposely pushes away thoughts of then and there. This is now and here. This is a fresh start.

All that is behind him now. He’s been sent somewhere they actually want him. A home in Avonlea. A real home with people who want a son. Who want him. It sometimes seems too good to be true, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside him has had time to make him a little restless. He’s been waiting at the station for a while now but he remains confident that Mr Robert Nash will be along soon to collect him and take him to Green Gables. Buck actually doesn’t mind waiting, the view is far too lovely to be upset about and if Mr Nash doesn’t make it before dark Buck thinks he might try sleeping in the branches of one of those trees. That would be interesting.

His thoughts and plans for nocturnal tree climbing are disrupted by the sound of a horse and cart pulling up.

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley holds onto his worn and tatty carpet bag, containing his worldly possessions and dares to believe that something wonderful is about to happen for him.

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I can see you || MV33

Summary: I can see you being my addition, you can see me as a secret mission

Pairings: Max Verstappen x fem!driver reader

Warnings: A little bit of smut (nothing ro graphic), swearing.

A/N: Idk what came over me when max won his championship and I wrote this. It wasn't wven supposed to be a part of the series, but oh well🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ have funn!!!! And don't be a ghost reader.

I-I-I-I

You had started you Karting career at the young age of seven, and since then, up is the only place you have been going. Making your way through formula 3 and 2 quickly, there was no doubt that you had the caliber to be a formula one driver. The only problem was that none of the teams wanted a girl to be their driver. So for two years you stayed a reserve driver, hoping to get your big brake in f1.

Being a formula one driver was a tough job, but being a female formula one driver was even tougher. Everyday was a different struggle, but one you were in the car, nothing else mattered.

When you finally got the chance to get into a formula one car, you proved everyone wrong by showing them just how amazing you are. From then you were a driver for Mercedes, making you dreams come true.

The first year had been tricky, but you managed to score points in almost every race. That was two years ago. Now you are one of the best drivers on the grid, working towards you first championship title. There was only one thing standing in your way -

Max Verstappen

You brushed past me in the hallway

And you don't think I-I-I can see it do ya

Max and you had a complicated relationship to day the least. You two had been competing against each other for as long as you could remember. He had been your biggest opponent and you were his.

The only time he had any relief was when you weren't driving in f1, but that soon went away. All throughout the seasons you two butted heads, on and off track. The media was living for it, but your teams on the other hand, not so much.

"Y/N, your driver pairing for the conference today is Gasly, Leclerc, Norris, and Verstappen." Your pr manager informed you.

"No." You said, immediately. "I'm not doing it with him."

"Too bad, there's no choice. You have to do it with him." She replied as you two walked towards the conference room.

"But I hate him." You replied, sounding like a little kid. "And he hates me and wants me dead."

"You want him dead too." She said, stopping right in front of the door.

"That's not the point." You whispered.

"Please Y/N, they to be civil with him, for the sake of the team and my health. I can't handle another scandle involving you and him."

"Fine." You mumbled, opening the door, as your pr manager sighed, walking in as well.

You were the last to arrive, as eveyone had already taken their seats. The only place left on the couch was the one next to Max. You looked back at you manager, indicating to her that you didn't want to sit there.

"Just go." She mouthed, as you took your place next to him.

"Y/L/N, late as usual." Max said once you sat down.

"Verstappen, dickish as usual." You replied, looking in front at all the reporters.

The conference went fine, there weren't any rude comments made about you being a women in the sport and you and Max were civil for the most part, not bothering to even look at each other.

When the conference was over, you and the rest of the drivers were standing in the hallway, chatting, as Max was having a conversation with him manager.

"It was good talking to you." Lando said, as he started leaving.

"You too Lando." You replied. "And message me about that dinner yeah."

"You got it." He said and left. As you were about to leave as well, Max suddenly moved past you, bumping shoulders, clearly furious form his conversation with him manager.

"What's his problem?" You said, looking at him as he stormed away.

For the rest of the weekend, you had no interaction with Max, which you were thankful for.

I've been watching you for ages

And I spent my time trying not to feel it

As you lined up your car at pole position for the race to begin, you looked in you rear view mirror seeing Max lining up right behind you. You knew this race was going to be a difficult one, but you were gonna make it through and win it.

As the race continued, you continued defending against Max, holding on to your position for dear life. By lap 52 of 53 you were sure you were brining this home, but out of nowhere, the car behind Max spun, sandwiching you between him and Max, making all three of you lose.

"What the fuck was that?" You screamed, slamming your hands on the steering wheel repeatedly.

"Russell lost control of the car, crashed into Verstappen who crashed into you." You race engineer replied. "It's okay Y/N."

"No its not. I had it, I could have won." You replied, getting out of the car.

"Don't worry, you'll get them next time." He replied, as you took your helmet off and started walking away from the car. As you walked away to safety, you crossed the two men who had caused you to loose out.

"I'm really sorry Y/N." George said, walking alongside you.

"It's okay George." You said, giving him a small smile, not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.

You were sitting in an ambulance, getting a routine checkup after the crash when you saw Max. He was just as mad as you were, sweaty from the race, walking up to the ambulance himself.

"We'll look at you in just a second." One of the marshals said, as Max sat down next to you, waiting.

"There are other place you can sit down." You grumbled.

"Like where?" He said.

"Theidded of the track." You replied as he scoffed.

"It's not my fault that we crashed okay? I was looking forward to that podium as much as you were." He replied.

"Bet you were really happy when you crashed into me. Ruining both our chances of winning." You said.

"It isn't in my hands that Russell's a dickhead." He said angrily.

"At least he has the decency to say sorry, unlike you."

"Why are you so hellbent on making my life a living hell?" He questioned, annoyed.

"Me making your life a living hell?" You said, shocked. "Last I checked you were the one you rammed into me, not the other way around. Besides, since the moment I stepped into f1 you have been trying, in every possible way, to get me to give up."

"Oh shut up." He said, face red with anger.

"Make me." You replied, looking directly at him, really close to his face.

"Excuse me." The marshal cleared her throat, pulling you both back into reality. "You're fine, you can go now."

"Thank you." You said, grabbing your helmet and walking away quickly.

What would you do if I went to touch you now

What would you do if they never found us out

What would you do if we never made a sound

Back at the hotel you were sitting at the bar, drinking your sorrows away, when you saw that someone had joined you, sitting a stool away. Looking up, you saw who it was. It was him, devil swpan. But before you could react in anyway, Lando placed himself between the two of you.

"So, how're my two Champions feeling?" He tried to joke, but all he got in response was a blank look from the both of you. "Just trying to lighten the mood." He defended himself.

"No one asked you." Max mumbled into his drink.

"What's gotten his knickers in a twist?" Lando whisped to you, loud enough for Max to hear, as you laughed at his comment.

"I've been asking myself that for years." You replied, smile evident on your face.

"Anyways, we still on for dinner tommrow?" He asked, turning towards you, blocking your view of Max.

"I don't know Lando, I've got to train." You answred, taking a sip from your drink.

"Oh come on. It wasn't your fault the two idiots crashed into you. Let lose, have some fun." Lando said, knowing excatly why you didn't want to go out to dinner.

"I'll think about it, yeah." You said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Please do." Lando replied, giving you a sympathetic smile while walking away. You were smiling yourself, watching him go, but it dripped soon as you made eye contact with Max, who scoffed upon making eye contact with you.

"What's your problem?" You asked, sighing.

"Nothing, have fun on your date." He commented.

"It's not a date." You replied.

"Oh sure it isn't. He definitely dosent want to get into your pants and score points."

"And how would you know anything about getting into pants?" You quipped back.

"Oh believe me sweetheart, I know." He smirked and you scoffed. You finished your drink as quickly as possible and walked out of the bar, to go back to your room.

As you were walking up to the elevator, you hear footsteps behind you, looking back you saw Max almost running to catch up with you.

"Oh come on, it was just a joke." He said, loudly. "I bet many people would want you."

"They do, but I don't let them." You said, stopping and facing him. "I haven't slept my way up to the top and I'm not going to start now. And what I do in the bedroom is none of your business." You finished, and started walking away when Max gripped at your arm and pulled you inside the elevator.

Once inside, he pushed you up against the wall as the doors closed.

"Why are you always angry with me?" He said, putting a hand on your mouth once you started speaking. "No, I do the talking. Every fucking time you're near me you keep fighting with me. About anything that comes to your mind, and as much as I love the banter darling, I'm starting to get a little tired. I didn't mean that you slept your way to the top, I wouldn't ever say that. What I meant was that little Lando hasn't seen a proper women in quite sometime and you walking around in your tiny little skirts dosent help him. In fact, it dosent help any of us."

This was a different side of Max, something you had never seen before, but something that was more than welcome.

"Now," He continued. "I'm going to take my hand of your mouth and your not going to make a sound ok?" He asked as you nodded.

He took his hand off, moving it to press the button to your floor, and let go of you, standing on the other side of the elevator.

"So, you like my skirts?" You whispered, as he stared at you.

"No, I like your ass." He clarified. "And I though I said no talking."

"When have I ever listened to you?" You said.

"Correct." He replied. "But it could have turned out wonderfully for you, considering you haven't seen a proper man in a long time."

"What makes you think you're a proper man?" You smirked. "Besides, I'd much rather fuck little Lando norris." You repeated what he'd said.

"God you're going to be the death of me." He said, putting one of his hands on your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek, leaning in closer. But before he could go any further the elevator opened to your floor.

"I guess this is you." He said, backing away.

"Where do you think you're going?" You questioned.

"My room." He replied, sounding obvious.

"No you're not, come on Verstappen." It was your turn to pull him now. You both quickly made your way toward your room, opened it and got in. Max was the last to get in and when he turned around after locking the door, you pushed him up again the door, taking control this time.

Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me

And I can see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby is you only knew

That I can see you

"Now you listen to me. If you weren't stupid, I wouldn't have to fight with you. But you are and there's nothing I can do about it." You started. "You on the other hand, can prove to me the you're a real man and get to work."

Right as you finished, he slammed him mouth against yours, devouring your lips while walking back towards the bed.

This was wrong, very wrong, but you couldn't help be feel a certain excitement run through your veins as he kissed you neck and kept making his way lower. Stripping you of your cloths and taking his off as well.

If someone saw you right now, they wouldn't belive that it was you two, who were fighting just moments ago, in the bed, moving in sync, sweaty. They wouldn't belive that it's the same two people who wanted to kill each other just moments ago, who are now trying everything to give each other the pleasure they deserve.

I-I-I-I

For the rest of the night, it was just the two of you, tangled in bedsheets, blessed out by pleasure, forgetting that you're enemies.

And we kept everything professional but somethings changed, it's something I-I like

They keep watchful eyes on us so it's best if we move fast and keep quiet

After that night in your hotel room, you two tried your best to keep things professional, to not let anybody even get a hit about what had happened. But something had changed between the two of you.

You were still fighting like you did before, except now instead of wanting each other dead, you wanted each other in your beds. Nobody had paid any mind to the change, brushing it off as a way to be civil with each other. But when you passed each other, wherever you were, you knew how you'd end up.

Once, after a particularly horrible qualifying session, which had gone horribly for Max, he had somehow made his way into your driver's room, waiting for when you'd arrive.

"Hello there." He said once you walked in, startling you.

"Oh my God Max." You said, quickly looking the door behind you. "You scared the shit out of me. What're you doing here? And how did you get in?"

"I have my ways." He replied, stretching his arms on the sofa and spreading his legs. "Your quali was good."

"It was fine, I could have done better." You replied, not satisfied with your position for tommrow.

"Oh come on, you're p2 I'm p12. I'm ten place behind you, yet you dont see me complaining." Max wined, watching you take your racing suit off. "You really need to stop being an overachiever."

"Why? Am I hurting poor Max Verstappen's feelings?" You cooed, putting your legs on either side of his and running your hands through his hair. "I like your hair like this."

"Stop trying to divert the topic." He signed, secretly liking the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

"Okay, how about I make you a deal? If you finish about p5 tommrow, you'll get a special surprise form me." You proposed, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"Tempting." He said, as you continued your attack on his neck. Before he could answer, someone knocked on you door.

"Y/N, we have to get to the media pen." Said the voice on the other side of the door.

"Coming." You said, sighing and resting your head on Max's shoulder. You looked up at him as he still thought about the offer. "So?"

"You've got yourself a deal."

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait till you see half the things that haven't happened

Yet

Max had his task all planned out for the race, he had to put all his strength into getting a podium, no matter what. To beat all the other drivers to get close to you.

Ever since your karting days he had an interest in you that couldn't be explained. He loved everytime he saw that he was racing against you, yet he hated loosing to you. It had continued all throughout his time in f1, still not stopping.

The race came to an end, Max had driven beautifully, bring the car to second position from twelfth. You had brilliantly defended you position, landing the both of you on the podium with Lewis.

You got out of the car, running up to your team as they all cheered in glee. Lewis quickly came as well, shaking hands and congratulating you on the win. You went into the cool down room soon, being greeted by Max and his tousled hair.

You gave him a little nod, keeping in mind the cameras around you. He did the same, running his hands through his hair, reminding you of your bet and how you'd said you liked his hair like that. The podium celebration went smoothly, with a few stolen glanes here and there.

Soon, you made your way back to the hotel. You had stayed back a little, to celebrate with the team. So when the elevator opened to your floor, you saw Max sitting on the floor next to you door, on his phone.

"Someone's eager." You commented, grabbing his attention, making him look up from his phone.

"I wasn't sure when you'd get back, so I though I'd wait." He said, smiling as you came closer to open the door.

"You did really good today." You said, as he git up behind you.

"Was that a complement on my racing? From you?" Max said, shocked.

"Shut up." You mumbled, embarrassed. "Or you won't get the surprise."

"Are you going soft on me?" Max pushed further.

"Shut up." You repeated.

"Make me." He replied, as you grabbed his head and slammed your lips against his. He put his hands on your back, pulling you in closer, kissing you as if he never had.

You both walked backwards towards the bed, still engulfed in each other. For the rest of the night, you did everything you could to praise him, show him how brilliant he actually is, and for the first time Max let it happen. He let you proud of him in every way he could.

Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me

For the two weeks there were no races, meaning you didn't meet Max for the next two weeks, focusing on training or at least trying to. No matter what you did, your thoughts kept wandering to him.

"Y/N, Y/N you with us." Toto's voice snapped you put of your daydream. You were currently sitting in a conference room back at the factory going over strategies, but your mind was elsewhere.

"Sorry." You replied, embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "You seem distracted lately. Anything we should know about?"

"No, I'm fine." You answred. "Just a little tired js all."

"Well, whatever it is you better fix it. You've got a championship to win." He reminded you and went back to what he was saying.

Later that night, you were lying down in your bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, but it as if something was keeping you from it. Maybe it aas the though of the championship and how your were going to win it or maybe it was Max. He was occupying your mind and there was nothing you could do about it.

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you make me want you even more

What would you do, baby, if you only knew?

That I can see you

The two weeks you had off flew by quickly and soon you were back racing. It also meant that you could meet him. You arrived at the location a day later then when yiu were supposed to and everything had been extremely hectic. You were running around form one interview to another, running a billion different strategies, trying to increase your chanced of winning, leaving absolutely no time for the two of you.

The only free time you got was at dinner, you were sitting a the restaurant with a few of your teammates, who had gone back to there rooms, as you stayed back to have a drink by yourself.

That's when you saw Max enter with a few other drivers. You noticed him but her definitely didn't spot you.

"So Max, what's up with you buddy?" Asked Daniel, loud enough for you to hear. "Anything interesting going on?"

"Um no, noting important." He replied, looking down into his drink.

"There must be something, or someone." Daniel pressed, as Max blushed. You two had decided to keep it a secret and you were thankful that he was keeping it one.

"There's no one Daniel, I'm trying to focus on work right now. I don't have time for distractions." Max replied.

"But you have time to distract others." Lando commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Max said, not understanding what he meant.

"A little birdy told me that you've been keeping a certain driver busy, throwing her off her game, securing a championship for yourself." He elaborated.

"Wait, you and Y/N." Charles said from the side.

"Obviously." Lando said, staring right at Max, who was extremely flustered from the conversation.

"It's not what you think guys." He said. "I'm just trying to pass time." He continued, as all the guys around him smirked, impressed by his conquest.

Your blood boild upon hearing this. You should have know He was just trying to waste you time so that he could win, yet you still fell for his trap. You got up from your table, making a loud sound, gaining the attention of the drivers, and stormed out of the room before any of them could comment anything else.

Max followed, but he was too late, as you were already in your room by the tike he caught up to you.

"Y/N open up." He said, knocking at you door, repeatedly. "Come on."

"Didn't you get what you wanted already?" You said loudly, annoyed be all the banging on your door.

"It's not what you think it is." He said.

"Sure it isn't. You were criticizing Lando for wanting to get into my pants, but it was actually you who wanted to. Well I hope you're happy, cause you got what you wanted."

"What was I supposed to do? Tell them a truth?" He said, trying trying make you understand that he wasn't wrong.

"You could have lied for God's sake. You're already brilliant at that." You said, getting louder by the second.

"You know what, I don't want to hear another word from you." You said, as he qas about to say something. "I've had enough, just as I though you might not be as bad as I thought you were, you turned out to be worse." You slammed the door in his face, leaving him standing like a puppy in the rain, heartbroken.

The next days were awkward to say the least. The drivers had all kept the secret in between themselves, respectig your privacy. You hadn't said a word to any of them, not even looking at them.

For now your thoughts were consumed with winning, and yiu were going to no matter what. But luck wasn't on your side. This was probably the most important race of you career, deciding weather or not you'd stay in the championship, and you didn't even finish it. Halfway through the race, your car lost all power, making you stop and ruining you chance of a championship completely.

You were pissed and sad at the same time. Not even bothering to gi to the media pen after the race, going straight back to the hotel. Even though so much had happened all you could think about was how much you wanted to go to him and just stay in his company.

I-I-I-I

I could see you in your suit and your necktie

Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"

Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell, yeah

The season ended and Max was the new world champion while you were the vice champion. You still hadn't talked to him and after a while, he stopped trying.

You were currently sitting at your table at the FIA gala, listening to the director dron on and one about whatever it was. Your eyes wondered across the room and landed on Max, who was looking at you too. You could have looked away, but something in you didn't let you. He was wearing a suit, which he looked too good in for his own good. His hair was gelled back, looking absolutely horrible.

The even went on and while you were sitting at the bar, looking at everyone mingling, when the bartender tapped you on the shoulder.

"Sorry to interrupt, but he wanted me to give you this." He said, passing you a note and motioning towards Max, who was sitting at the end, nursing a drink.

You were skeptical opening it, but you did and it read 'meet me tonight in my room please' in bad handwriting.

When you looked up, he was already gone leaving you alone to contemplate going. Your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to go and give him a chance.

Going up to his room, you knocked slowly on his door, expecting it to be some kind of joke, but when it opened with him inside, you knew it wasn't. He looked terrible like he hadn't slept in a long time and his hair was messy by running his fingers in it too many times.

And I could see you being my addiction

You can see me as a secret mission

Hide away and I will start behaving myself

"Hi." He said, opening the door more to let you in.

"You look terrible." You commented as he gave you a small smile.

"I wanted to talk to you about something, and please don't say anything before I'm done." He started, pacing around in the room. "I'm so so sorry for what happened. I admit it was wrong of me to distract you like that and that may have been my intention at first, but it wasn't after the very first night I spent with you. I like you a lot, and after everything, I started liking you even more. But when the guys said what they said, I panicked. I didn't know what we were, and I wasn't sure how you'd react if I said we were in a relationship."

"It was horrible of me, and I'm very extremely sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, but if you do, just know I'd do anything tk make it up to you."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you thought about what he had just said. There was no doubt that he'd hurt your feelings, but you missed him a lot.

"Anything?" You whispered, as he had dropped his head down expecting you to decline his offer.

"What?" He said, looking up so fast, it would have given him wiplash.

"You said you'd do anything? Is that right?" You toyed with him, making him work a little to get you back. But he caught on quickly, knowing you really well.

"You little minx." He whisped, taking two long steps towards you and smashing your lips together, kissing you like a starved man.

Your hands worked quickly, throwing his dress jacket on the floor and opening his shirt as fast as you could, while he did the same with your dress.

"This dress has been killing." He whispered, taking it off as fast as you can. "Do you know how much I've been wanting you for the last few weeks? Do you know what you've been doing to me?"

He didn't let you respond as he engulfed you mouth once aging, his hands roaming around all over your body. You two spent the night retracing all the parts of each others body's that you had once learned.

I see you

I see you, baby

"I just hope you know I'm not letting you go now." Max said, kissing you shoulder as you two laid together with you eyes closed.

"Good." You replied, turning you head and kissing him.

Oh baby

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I can see you up against the wall with me

What would you do baby if you only knew

[shiny-kaibernyte]

I immediately gave you a follow since you wrote Drayton content. Toothpaste man!!!

Anyways, I love drama. I like the idea of Drayton pining after the reader while also making Kieran jealous 😭😭 could you write something like that??

Please take care of yourself btw! You write wonderful content!

We love our toothpaste man! And I'm so glad you like my stuff. This is so sweet of you and such an amazing request as well I would love to do this for you! I really do hope you like this 💜💜

Side note: I got a shiny Popplio when I read your request so I named it Cloudy as a little nod to you whenever I play.

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

A rivalry between the Dragon Elite four members and the Champion of the BB League turns into much more than just a race for Pokémon battles. When Drayton just wants to take you out on a date, Kieran's jealousy comes out to play, only pushing Drayton's goal to win your heart more.

SPOILER WARNING AHEAD (Indigo Disk Main Story and a little bit of The Teal Mask)

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A Dragon’s Heart | Drayton x Reader

“Awe, come on~ just one date!” Drayton innocently pleaded, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes staring down at you whilst you scribbled down notes from your previous shiny hunt. 

You shook your head with a cheeky smile on your face, as you continued to scribble, “And my response will remain the same Drayton, a cafeteria chat is not a date! Maybe I'll say yes when you think of something creative, hm?”

“I’m creative! The cafeteria is just easy, it's not too noisy since everyone eats out in the terrarium! Plus free food!” He joked, attempting to make it sound appealing, even though he knows it's not good. Unfortunately, his brain can’t think of anything good enough, at least for him. Everything he’s thought of, he doesn’t think is good enough for you. And he’s thought of a lot. “I can help you out with your shiny notes, you know~ maybe even join you on a hunt!”

“Drayton, you don’t know the first thing about shiny hunting, let alone actually joining me on one.” You sighed jokingly, looking up at him as you closed your notebook, “If I remember correctly, didn’t you fail a shiny Pokémon?”

His face turned slightly red, embarrassment washing over him for a moment as he grumbled to himself, “Hey I thought the Axew was sick… It’s not my fault I didn't know the Axew was going to run from me!”

“You threw a berry at its head!” You exclaimed, lightly chuckling when you saw his embarrassed face. “And you call yourself the Dragon expert” 

His embarrassment turned into laughter as he thought about how stupid that was, the pair of you laughing together with bright smiles on your faces.

Your laughter didn’t go unnoticed however, from across the room, Kieran's eyes glared into Drayton. The sound of you laughing along with him only fuels Kieran's desire to be the best. But the jealousy was too strong for him to focus with the two of you laughing. “If you two are finished chirping like Starly’s over there, Drayton, you have a battle in five minutes. I suggest you get going.”

“Relax Kieran, I got plenty of time bud! Besides, it's unlikely they will be on time, it takes a while to prepare for a battle against one of us. So my opponent can take as long as he needs to!” Drayton argued with a hint of playfulness in his voice as Kieran gritted his teeth. A small smile crept on your face when you heard Drayton’s response, that was something you always admired about him. His patients was contagious, never rushing anyone into anything, always trying to make someone smile. Sure he has his moments of cockiness but that just adds to his character, every Dragon has a bite after all.

“Spoken like a true Elite, Drayton!” You chimed, standing up from the sofa. Drayton’s face turned a light pink, his heart lightly thumping. Surprised at himself that something so simple made him blush. His dragon heart only making more room for you.

Kieran's heart pounded in rage at your words, annoyed over the fact you were saying those words to Colgate and not him. Eventually, he puts on his no fudges given face and turns towards you both fully. “If you want to remain as the top Elite four members, Drayton, I'd get to your battle. I still have the power to remove you from this club.”

“Alright Alright! I’m going!” Drayton sighs, raising his hands in defeat. Kieran shook his head displeased as Drayton stretched his arms up, a sigh leaving his mouth before turning back to you. “So about that date… How about instead, as a warm-up, you come watch my battle as my special guest? That way, it’s not our official first date and I still get to spend time with you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to see where he’s going with this and what extra little plan he has going on inside that head of his. Until he raises a hand up for you to take, a genuine smile on his face as he patiently waits for your decision. With a bright smile, you take his hand, “I think that is a fair deal.”

“Have fun moping, Kieran!” Drayton yells as he gently pulls you along with him towards the door. Kieran had steam coming off his body as he watched the pair of you leave, and not just from Drayton’s response. A smirk appeared on Drayton’s face when he saw the jealousy in Kieran’s eyes. 

Soon his focus returned to the matter at hand, and he smiled at you, pushing and holding the door open for you as he guided you through it, “After you sweetheart~”

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Dec 3rd

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1. I’m looking for a specific fic. It’s was on ao3. It’s book cannon compliant but from LWJ perspective. It’s less than 15 chapters (I think 11 is the number but I’m only 60% sure on that) (unless they’ve added more for the special chapters).

Thank you for the work you do ❤️💙 @smnthncl

FOUND? 🔒 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) might be this one, although it has more chapters than mentioned

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2. Hi! I recently noticed one of the fics I had bookmarked has been deleted and I, foolishly, had not downloaded it! I suppose i was hopeful someone might have a copy, if the author is okay with it. (Though if I recall, it was either an orphaned work or by Anonymous, so not sure how that would work!)

It was a fic where wwx is an artist and lwj is a famous musician. He commissions art from wwx for his album and then hires wwx to give his son, lan yuan, art lessons at his home on this huge CR compound kind of thing. They cook for each other and lwj writes a song for him and they fall in love! (I think there was a small sequel about food too.)

The name of the fic is escaping me entirely! If anyone has copies they are willing to share, I would much appreciate it. @annerbhp

FOUND? I believe #2 might be 'light travels faster than sound' (Anonymous). It's been deleted but it's on the wayback machine (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27328495?view_full_work=true&view_adult=true) The sequel about food's also there too (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29110269?view_adult=true&view_full_work=true)

Number 2 is definitely “light travels faster than sound” by Fruitys (now deleted) - I dl’d it when I read it but if you would like options that have the same vibes I can recommend: “paint smears on sunny days” tho lwj is not a musician, and “Sonata, Acrylic on Canvas” in which LWJ is a music student & WWX is an art student

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3. looking for a fic i read a while ago where wei wuxian is a voice actor/barista living in a little new england town and lan wangji is an author looking for inspiration who moves to the town with his little son lan yuan, and wei wuxian is disabled after an accident on a movie set when he was 16/17

FOUND? Ornaments Under the Stars by trippednfell (M, 62k, wangxian, Modern, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, the wangxian Hallmark Movie AU no one asked for, plot and title were randomly generated, Kidfic, Disabled Character, debilitating injury as substitute for missing golden core, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Angst with a Happy Ending, Guest starring Lan Zhan’s sky blue coat, The Coat deserves its own tag, disordered eating habits - not a major plot point, WIP)

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4. Hi! This is fic finder. A little warning, this fic is R-18. There was a war between the wen and lan (i dont remember if its with lan only or with other clan too). WWX is the wen general. Because of him, LXC's golden core gets crushed by WZL. That makes LWJ hates WWX. And then WRH died and WC (I dont remember if its WX or WC) send WWX and others as a "bed warmer" (Sex slave) to lan. But only WWX that are treated worse because he was suspected as WRH killer. LXC tells LWJ to be kind to WWX, but LWJ is consumed by his hatred did not kind to WWX. WWX is sent to the lan, bounded with talisman and some object insertion locked with talisman. I dont remember how, but the jin sent someone to lan to "teach" WWX to became a good bed warmer. It was cruel. At first LWJ ignored the cruelness because of his ignorance but after he knows, he put stop of that. I think the wen invite the lans ro attend something to qishan. Thats all i think. I honestly dont remember what tag i used to find this fic in the past. Thanks @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND!🔒Captive Prince by Aquadrazi (E, 19k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Angst, Slow Burn, Implied Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Torture, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Sexual Slavery, Bondage, Dom/sub, Top JGY, Top LWJ, Bottom LXC, Bottom WWX, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Crack, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe, Smut, Shameless Smut, Sex Magic, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, WangXian Endgame, Hurt/Comfort)

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5. Hi! Can you help find this fic for me? All i remember is a scene, lan zhan is wandering the world and when he arrives back home, lan xichen is waiting at the gates and lz thinking something like ' my brother has aged' he has white hairs etc. But lan zhan didn't change, didn't age a day, may be immortal?

Thank you so much💙

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6. Hey if you really don't mind, I have a favor to ask! Some trying ro fina a banger fic tht I cannot remember the name of foe the life of me. O read a lot of fics so it's a struggle. It's about Wei Wuxian being disowned by the Jiangs in the modern day bc he started dating lwj on a bet (jc bet that lwj would say yes if he asked him out and wwx was like "no way" And so he did and lwj said yes ofc) they then turn into boyfriends and jin zixun reveals to lwj that wwx only started dating him on a bet. This severely hurts lwj and angers everyone around him, to the point that madame yu just disowned wwx, leaving him no contact with anyone anymore. He becomes homeless and struggles a lot (including a traumatic dick sucking for money) and ends up being adopted by the Wens at a cafe. He stays there for 13 years, (while also attending classes I think) until lwj (who is now a famous musician) comes in for a tea 13 years later. They meet up, fall back in love, and clear up a lot of things and jc and jyl reconnect with wwx via lwj. It was a really sweet fic with feels and I need it in my veins.

FOUND? 💖 love wakes me by dea_liberty (E, 46k, WangXian, Happy Ending, Angst, Childhood Sweethearts, Misunderstandings, Famous LWJ, Coffee Shop Owner WWX, Finding each other again, Found Families, lots and lots of feelings, so many feelings, Stupid Grand Romantic Gestures)

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7. Hi! This is for the fic finder.

I'm looking for a modern au. It started in lxc's pov. Lxc & lwj were having dinner with lqr and they are supposed to not use their phone but lwj is getting constant calls which he doesn't receive and then lxc gets a call and it turns out to be wwx. He receives it and it turns out that wwx is at some sort of club where he was drugged and and he's stuck in the washroom while some man is banging at the door to try assault him. Lxc and lwj go to the club and I think lwj punches the the dude. Lxc also makes wwx puke up the drug by inducing vomiting with his fingers. Hope it helps @aristocraticteacup

FOUND! Please Let Me Take Care of You by incidentallyWangxian (G, 9k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Sexual Assault, ish, kinda assault, drugged WWX, big brother LXC, Nightmares, the horrifying ordeal of being known, Modern, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Hurt WWX, crying WWX)

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8. looking for help finding a fic!

wangxian based on a tumblr post (a witch offers a challenge to retrieve a key from her cat's neck, only one person tries to make friends with the cat, the cat is the witch)

the yiling laozu has offered a challenge to retrieve a bell from a pet crow and become his partner/husband(?). lwj is in the area to look for something and makes friends with this crow. eventually the crow offers the bell, and lwj must decline because he's in love with wwx. eventually he takes the bell and the crow is revealed to be wwx.

FOUND? ❤️ chasing you by jaws_3 (T, 10k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, WWX isn't found au, Shapeshifting, Pining, Identity Porn)

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9. This is so helpful! I'm looking for a long modern AU oneshot where Wei Wuxian is a doctor, and he's just gotten off shift when he witnesses a car accident. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were in the car (LSZ's arm is broken, but they're both okay). WWX has been away for 10(?) years and has recently moved back to the area to work at the local hospital. I'm not sure if I've forgotten to bookmark it, or if it has been disappeared. Thank you!

FOUND! plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by fleurdeliser (E, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, Car Accidents, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Non-Explicit References to Injuries and Death, References to Addiction, Doctors & Physicians, Falling In Love, soft romance, background 3zun, [Podfic of] plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by knight_tracer, [Podfic of] plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by exmanhater)

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10. Hello, hope you're all having a good day and thank you for your time and this iniciative.

For the fic finder: I lost sight of a fic a long time ago, set during the study arc.

In the morning the disciples wake up to find their swords have been stolen and they blame Wei Wuxian for it since he is missing. Later, though, they find Wei Wuxian in the forest where he has been badly hurt by someone (YLLZ Wei Wuxian, I believe?).

FOUND? For the Dust and the Dirt by Nyxelestia (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Cloud recesses study Arc, It gets worse before it gets better, WWX Whump, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending)

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11. i am looking for a fic that i can’t find. it’s been a while since i read it but basically i remember wwx sends jiang chang on his way against his will so he can kill wen chao. the whole murder is very graphic and brutal but it was written very beautifully and it takes a lot out of wwx @sunshinepkjm-blog

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12. Hi I've been looking for two fics that should be on ao3

A) First has deity wangxian but they got seperated, WWX get captured by the Wens which maybe starts the Sunshot Campaign? and Jin Ling is like a spirit demigod thing that picked Jin Zixuan to be his father. I think Wen Popo and Wen Ning were also deities or some kind of nonhuman being and Wen Ning had something about eyes

B) Second one I only remember had a scene where WWX rides on his sword broomstick witch style and gets teased about it?

Thanks if you can find them <3 @nyankokoko

Hi hi I'm #12 from the Dec 3rd fic finder

Just letting you know that someone has found A)!! It was Black Jadeite by Tysis

I'm still looking for B) but I've realised that it have been a twitter/X thread fic so who knows where someone will stumble upon it but my search shall continue on!

Thank you mods and community members for all the help! <3

12A)

FOUND! Black Jadeite by Tysis (G, 27k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, 3zun, JC/NHS, Immortality, Fix-It of Sorts, LWJ Will Cause Problems On Purpose, Qishan Wen Catches a God, Patron God AU, LWJ Will Also Solve Problems On Accident, Non-Chronological, Everyone Lives, If it looks like character death, just wait a few hundred word and they’ll get better)

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13. Hiya! I have a ask for a finder! I'll try my best but I switched hyperfixations for a year so it is lost to my mind palace and before I was able to make a account on AO3. It's a fic that gives Firefly feels. Wwx is a consultant for looking at Resenment in ships and meets Lwj while he's supposed to go around in hiding.

The main thing I remember the most, stupidly enough, is the fact that the chapters open up with verses from songs. The song, as I started to listen to it religiously, was Follow Me by Written By Wolves in one of the chapters. "You've spent your whole life living by every rule they gave you. Don't you think it's time that you cut out all the lies, boy" <- That was the lyrics. I know that the first part is complete, but it was going to be a series, and now I can't find it. I humbly ask for help!. @skylar-lei1634

FOUND! Follow Me by unbirthdaydance (T, 37k, WangXian, Science Fiction & Fantasy, magic cats, Ghost Hunters, Supernatural Elements, Secret Identity, Emperor LWJ, Royalty, Necromancy, Magic, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, Spaceships, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Familiars, Worst Fanboy XY)

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14. Love this blog! Usually my bookmarks don't fail me, but it has this time. Help! I'm trying to find a (very well known, I'm certain) Yilling Wei fic where wangxian build traditions and rituals of their own, and Yuan comes up with spinning as a symbol of turning a new leaf. The scene wangxian get married has everyone invited, including Zewu-jun and other sect leaders, spinning and all find it adorable. I know this is a really well-loved one but my search-fu is failing. Thank you in advance!!!

FOUND? Hi! 14 is 🔒 Ceremony by scifigeek13, the last story in the series 🔒 The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, POV Third Person Limited ,Happy Ending, Living Together, Families of Choice, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Epistolary, Not Canon Compliant, Letters, Family Feels, Everyone Lives, POV Child, One-Sided Attraction, Unrequited Crush, Politics, Exposition, Mud, Alcohol, Weddings, Marriage, Children, Family)

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15. Hello! I'm looking for a fic, it came out a while ago(over 2 years).

In it, the lans the nies and the jin (well, lxc nmj and jgy)are all united and LWJ is the emperor. They r at war with the jiang and WWX is one of the generals for the jiangs. He's really smart and clever and LWJ fell in love with him across the battle field bc of how he kept outsmarting his generals (the polycule). LWJ and WWX only met one time on the battle field and LWJ had his face hidden even though he was present as The Emperor.

Sometime down the line LWJ sends over a peace treaty saying they'd cease hostilities(or something like that) with the Jiang in exchange for wwx to come to the capital. Everyone assumes including wwx that this means hed be like a political prisoner and wwx decided he's just gonna go bc even though he's a super awesome general with several victories , the situation at lotus pier is still shitty with madam yu still hating his guts. So he accepts the proposal and heads out in the dead of night only there's factions(?) Of people that keep trying to kill him to prevent him from meeting up where he's supposed to(the letter said to be by a specific bridge by a certain date).

Little does he know that LWJ actually wants to marry him and make wwx his empress, so bc he's a simp he left to go wait at the bridge in disguise(reg lwj not emperor lwj) and he brought a lot of stuff that could be used to make wwx s trip to the capital easier(like a tea pot etc). Lwj sees fire in the distance and rightly assumes somethings gone wrong and goes to investigate.

Its people who r using wwxs battle strategies against him(I think it was called the gauntlet or something) but in the fic it was really funny bc the ambushers set the forest on fire and wwx and some of his troops who followed him in secret to help him bc loyalty keep being like "but its raining?!?!"

I think wwx gets shot at one point and his troops hand him off to lwj to get him outta there bc they r all exhausted from running around trying to avoid dying.

Lwj is all mushy on the inside bc he gets to hold wwx, but wwx doesn't know who he is(I think he thinks lwj is like, the emperors personal guard sent to retrieve wwx?) and they r trying to get back over to lan territory to avoid getting killed and wwx is like "I doubt it'll stop once we cross the border, it's probably people on both sides who want to keep the war going and to do that they will want to sabotage me getting to the emperor who's just gonna hold me hostage." And lwj is like "the emperor wouldn't do that" and wwx is like "well ofcourse you'd say that u swore loyalty to him."

I remember early in the fic nmj was talking about how awesome wwx was bc nmj had these elephants he set onto the field and wwx just ordered his troops to spread out so they'd go in between the space between the war elephants. And nmj was like "that was some cool shit no lie"

Any and all help is appreciated with finding this fic, thank u so much!! @hilariousseagoat

FOUND! Veil by a_single_step (Not Rated, 96k, WangXian, WIP, Royalty, Arranged Marriage, War, General WWX, Emperor LWJ, Romance, Angst, Falling In Love, Pining LWJ, Misunderstandings, WWX doing his best, Sweet, Fluff and Humor) sounds like this fic especially the elephant part. It hasn’t updated in four year tho (´；ω；`)

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16. Hi! I am looking for two stories:

A) The first is a modern AU, no magic. WWX is in the process of adopting A-Yuan and never mentions this to any coworkers, so come time for the summer company picnic, he decides (maybe prompted by NHS??) that the only thing to do is gas light all his coworkers that he has absolutely had a child all along. LWJ then returns the favor by speed running ‘pining from a distance’ to ‘in a committed relationship, next Tuesday is our wedding anniversary.’

B) The second is much less clearly remembered. AU of canon. LWJ meets WWX on a night hunt (I think on a farm??). LWJ was too young to have participated in the war and therefore doesn’t know WWX is the Yiling Patriarch, since LXC was the Lan who fought the war. The Burial Mounds Settlement is more established when the fic starts.

Thanks for all your hard work!!! @agedsolarwhisk

16A)

FOUND! Let’s Play Pretend and Live Our Lives by Tassos (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern, On Purpose Baby Aquisition, Accidental Husband Aquisition, Idiots in Love, WWX Has Self Esteem Issues, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Light Angst, the Lans and Jiangs make an appearance, NHS Gives Great Advice, Pining, Getting Together)

16B)

NOT FOUND! Awaiting Your Return by Karmiya (E, 126k, WangXian, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, the opposite of slow burn, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Age Difference, discussions of wwx's canonical abusive childhood)

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17. Hiii. Thank you so much for your time. So i definitely have this fic downloaded but I’ve lost it amidst hundreds of downloaded books. So all I remember is that LWJ is an omega, he has to look for a mate. WWX is the demon? If yiling Patriarch and the two are close as in he came in for tea lan Zhan pours him tea etc think WWX is dark in this fic, all i remember is him pushing lan Zhan against a tree and taking a bit if advantage and lan Zhan obviously liked it. He says marry me somewhere as well @ruyipavillion

FOUND? Sanctuary by lunarvelle (E, 153k, WangXian, WIP, A/B/O, Bottom LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Demon WWX, Intersex LWJ, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Feminization, Pack Dynamics, Genderfluid Character, Genderqueer Character, Breastfeeding, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink) maybe? it's been a while since i've read it, so i'm not sure, but it sounds similar

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18. Hi! This is for fic finder. Its omega wwx. Set in burual settlement days. WQ is omega too. There are pregnant wen remnant. She, WWX, and WQ bonding together. She asked wwx that if she didnt survive he will raised the child. There are childbirth but the woman not survived. That baby is a-yuan. WQ and WWX takes turn taking care a yuan. Between the two, WWX produced milk that WQ says an omega sympathy if i remember correctly. Thats all i can remember. Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND! The Unrestrained Love by orphan_account (T, 60k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, A/B/O, Omega WWX, Alpha LXC, Omega JGY, Alpha LXC)

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19. Hi! My gosh I've never done this before so I hope I'm doing it right but I am desperate?? I'm searching for a very specific wangxian fic that had Wangxian as established couple, married even I think, and Wwx was contemplating what to wear to some sort of event (i think it was a conference of some sort) and because he wasn't happy with his own robes he chose to wear lwjs robes and when he went in lwj had heart eyes and it was all really cute and incredibly well written (also it wasn't the one where lwj gave him his own gusu robes, I know that one!!) Pls pls help?

Much thanks for being a lifesaver anyway! @yes-i-guess-nevertheless

FOUND! Lord of Joyous Flowers by stiltonbasket (G, 2k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Married WangXian, Wardrobe malfunctions, or the one where WWX has a closet full of clothes but nothing to wear, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, Parenthood, Introspection, Happy Ending)

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20. im looking for a modern fic where wwx and a-yuan move in next ro lwj. wwx is running from the wens and goes by mo xuanyu. pretty sure that jiang cheng/wen qing is a side pairing, wq is working at a hispital and jc is looking for wwx?

FOUND? Stop and Stay by Fantazy_Eyeland7 (M, 98k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/JGY, SL/XXC, WIP, Blood and Violence, Hurt WWX, Kidnapping, Torture, WWX discovering weighted blankets, Pining LWJ, Modern, FBI Agent NMJ, Protective LWJ, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic JGY, not JGY friendly, LWJ learning how to communicate, WangXian have competence kinks, adopting children, Bad Parent YZY, Protective JYL, Protective JC, Protective NMJ, Past Child Abuse, Precious LSZ, Baby LJY, Warning: XY, Blind Character, slaps top of WWX: This bad boy can fit so much trauma inside, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Everyone is ending up in well-needed therapy, Child Abandonment, Genius WWX, Obsessive XY, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Eventual Smut, Bad Parent JFM, Junior Quartet Dynamics, (As Babies!), Implied/Referenced Suicide, sort of a slow burn, but not really, because they KNOW, they just can’t, Good Uncle LQR, eventually)

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[writingdarling]

Hi hi hiii hope youre having a good day/night!! Im not sure what counts as an icky subject i suck at certain things sorry! But could i request Ronin and maybe Angel fron Killer chat with reader that is a killer and does some artistic things with the blood like painting?? Im sorry if this is stupid but i thought of this when they mentioned the handprint painting with blood in game

HIII !

Don't worry bae, I loved this prompt, I meant icky subjects more like fetish stuff, sexual assault, that kind of thing.

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSS

Content Warmings: Mentioned Violence, Violence, A lot of mentions about blood in particular, Suggestive (?)

(Killer Chat) Ronin & Angel x Artistic!Reader

Ronin

When Misaki first mentions the “Blood Transfer Art” in the server, you immediately text them to check #killer_shit, where you had dropped a picture of a similar painting 

The Devil is intrigued 

You’re surprised to find that Ronin actually asked you personally how you had accomplished that piece of art

“Tell me darlin’, you fill a plastic baggy with watercolors or something and stab it with a fork ‘till it looks like actual blood ? Or maybe you just flick with your paintbrush.”

You don’t appreciate the tone he takes with you, the “I don’t believe you” tone of voice you know oh so well

You tell him your methods and tell him to try it out if he doesn’t believe you

That night Ronin sends you a picture with fresh blood splattered against a white wall, blood still dripping down, as if the murder had only happened 2 seconds ago

“Messy, but you know what that fucking works.”

After that he starts to egg you on more in the server, referring to your kills as your masterpieces and telling you to send them more

Not one to be outdone, you do actually start sending more of your “art”

Once you show the body, not just the splatter their blood creates

On the other side of the screen, Ronan’s eyes are wide, gleaming with interest and maybe a bit of lust because the knowledge that the only reason you kill isn’t to do the world a justice or something

It’s just to appease your own damned twisted artistic quota of the day

That draws him in, hook, line and sinker

After that he bugs you to brings him along for any and all kills

He insist you teach him exactly how you get the more rare patterns you post, and you oblige

Ronin refers to you as his personal little artist

“I’m your muse though, right doll ?”

“Hm, you flatter yourself too much Ro.”

Angel

When she sees your “art” she stunned by the way it…kind of does look like normal abstract art

She tells you to sell it, half as a joke, half as a way for her to know if you ever have…

Her interest is intrigued when you confess to her, privately, that you have actually sold some art, to trusted buyers who don’t snitch

“You’d be surprised how well fixative spray works on blood, makes it look like actual paint, even if it’s kind of weak.”

She quiet for awhile, maybe for too long cause you’re starting to wonder whether she was too creeped out by you

She back soon though with a question 

“Do you wanna make a deal ?”

You thought you only made deals with the devil, apparently you could make one with an angel too

Angel explains the basics, she gets the guys, you do your thing and she gets the leftovers

“You won’t have to find your own victims and I…”

The next message make you blush, despite it sounding innocent 

“I’ll get to watch you work baby ;).”

The first time you kill in front of her, Angel is silent

She gently picks up your canvas and studies the art you made 

“It’s…so messy…it’s beautiful.”

You nearly drop your knife with how she looks at you, her nickname making more sense by the minute because only a true angel could look at you, someone who deals with blood for selfish reasons, like that

Like you deserve the world and more

It becomes routine, she invites you over, you kill and she compliments you on your work

Soon, she’s your plus one to a gallery holding the first work you made together

When a girl compliments you on your work, she presses a kiss to your temple, pride oozing from her voice

“My dearest works so hard on their work. My darling little artist.”

“Aww, you know I would’ve never been able to do it without your help Angel.”

The two of you exchange glances, both of you knowing exactly what the other meant by their words

In my brain this is actually Ronin x Reader X Angel so :P

also in this universe, Misaki gets a free blood painting from the reader and V is, Horrified to say the least.

(He still gets a free blood painting too cause he's my pookie in every universe- WHO SAID THAT)

[loviingpedri]

playboys don’t play - marc guiu

prompt: college parties are his thing, but soon you’re the life of his party.

warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content (not smut, but just some making out and physical touch), probably some cheesy stuff

credits to owners for all images.

just to clear things up, you weren’t a total loser in college. you loved going out with your friends. the only difference is, you knew how to maintain your grades. this semester has taken over your life very negatively. your friends never saw you anymore, and you only said 5 words to your roommate every single day.

there was only one solution. going out to a party. don’t get me wrong, therapy is very considerable as well. yet, parties are free and a nice stress reliever. your friends practically forced you out of your dorm. you loved going out, but never to places where the entire college is attending.

this party was a celebration to the college’s first soccer game this season, ending in a successful win. it was hosted by the one and only, marc guiu.

it was only his first year attending college. boy, did he gain a quick reputation. every single girl wanted him. during conversations before your classes, his name would start echoing. loud sounds of laughter and shrieks from people as he walked past. rumors flew about how many girls he’s been with, but nobody knew if they were true. constant talk in your friend group of bets on who gets to be the lucky girl he’s going to be with tonight.

you couldn’t lie to yourself. he was very attractive. he gave you sweet smiles across the class, maybe a few winks. in return, you gave him a ‘what the fuck’ face. you were in denial that you wanted him too.

“y/n is looking hella good today.” one of your girlfriends whistling as you put on your red lipstick.

“about time you took a break from your glasses. those contacts look really nice.”

overwhelmed with the compliments, you replied with a simple thank you. nothing like a tight and short black dress with gold jewelry.

arriving to the party, you and your friends were greeted with flashing lights. your friend group consisted a mix of girls. some popular, some casual, some nerdy. all that matters was a healthy friendship.

welcomed with shots being poured down your throat. you were still shocked at how beautiful the soccer teams ‘frat’ house was.

mingling in with the people, you couldn’t help but make eye contact with marc. his soft brown eyes looking at you and slowly noticing every detail of you.

“who are you staring at?” hector came up to him, causing the eye contact to break. you turned around to socialize with people and make more friends.

“nobody.” marc cleared his throat. trying to gain his normal thoughts, hector could see through his lies.

“you were staring at y/n, weren’t you.”

“no. i wasn’t. what are you talking about.” he shook his head repeatedly. marc had feelings for you ever since he laid eyes on you. he hated when rumors came around about him with other girls because the only person he wanted to be with, was you.

“marc, it’s time for you to tell her. im sure you don’t want any other guy on her, right?” as hector said the last sentence, he pointed at you talking to another guy who was obviously flirting with you.

“maybe i will. don’t worry about it.” marc walked away to get a drink as hector shrugged him off. nothing like getting him riled up just so he can be more direct towards you.

more games came around. such as beer pong, and your favorite, spin the bottle.

people sat in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle. first few spins landed on some of your friends.

“maria, truth or dare?” your friend, livy asked her.

“truth.” some people shouted boring, but the game was just getting started.

“is it true you hooked up with tyler?” sounds of ooo’s and gasps were heard. rumors flew around here, and this was the perfect time to get them straight.

“it is true.” maria laughed it off. the secret was finally out. considering maria was your roommate, you knew all the details of that night.

“alright, next.” livy’s boyfriend spun the bottle. slowly passing up marc, it landed on hector.

“truth or dare, hector?” hector gave a soft smirk. this man was always up for a challenge.

“dare.” it’s a tradition that the first dare of the night had to be the most memorable and the highlight of the party.

“i dare you to make out with kaitlyn.” damn, this game was getting hot. nothing like a time to rekindle high school sweethearts. especially when hector missed his ex girlfriend from his junior year. kaitlyn didn’t mind, she wanted him back just as bad.

hector stood up slowly and went up to her. both of them start making out, leading to many people trying to separate them after awhile.

“alright, next person.” hector spun the bottle. it made two laps and spun past you twice. it slowed down and pointed directly at marc.

“marc, my best friend, truth or dare.” hector patted him on his back.

“dare.” marc’s soft smile made you smile.

“i want you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with the next person it lands on.” all the girls made eye contact with each other. some of them were determined to have the bottle land on them.

“deal.” marc spun the bottle as fast as he could. slowly and slowly, the bottle landed on you. hector gave him a nice smile and a few laughs. you slowly stood up as marc was looking at you in disbelief.

“get up marc. you know you want to.” you were scared. you doubted anything was gonna happen since this would be the first interaction between the two, but this was definitely not how you saw yourself for the next 7 minutes. everyone followed you and him upstairs to his room. hector opened his closet door. luckily it was clean. "have fun." hector closed the door and now you were alone with marc. with the only light coming from his room through the little cracks of his door.

the next 2 minutes were just in silence as both of you sat on the ground. it was awkward, and you wanted to try and talk to him. yet, he looked terrified.

soon, he spoke, "i'm sorry y/n. i didn't wanna make my reaction look like that."

"you're fine. i thought you hated me for a second." trying to ease the tension, marc knew it was time to listen to hector's advice.

“no, i don’t hate you. it’s actually the opposite. i know this sounds weird, but i actually have a crush on you.” this was the first time someone ever confessed to you directly. maybe the first time someone even confessed. you were in pure shock trying to process what he just said.

“i thought you had a girlfriend.” marc sighed, knowing you were gonna bring up the rumors.

“i swear i’ve never dated anyone. you’re the only one i have feelings for. i know you’ve heard and think i got with almost every girl here, but i can promise you i didn’t. y/n, i’m being so serious to you. i’m not the playboy you think i am.”

you moved your body closer to him as he looked at you. he waited patiently for a response. “that’s actually pretty sweet of you to say. i’m not gonna lie to you either, but i think you’re attractive too. it’s just, i think we need to take some time to get to know each other.”

“that’s understandable. i’m just glad you got where i was coming from.” you made eye contact with him again. this time, you were closer to his face and you could see his eyes glisten at you. you looked at his lips, then his eyes.

one second led to another, you were now fully making out with him. you were straddled over his lap as your tongues continued to dance. his left hand placed on your ass, and his right traveling around your body. you kissed his jawline, then to his neck. he wanted his full attention on your lips though. he was holding your cheek as the night became needy.

unexpectedly, the door opened. you got off of marc and stood up to fix your dress.

“i see someone had fun.” hector winked at marc as he helped him stood up. walking outside, everyone was shocked. you looked at marc in confusion, only to notice your red lipstick was all over his lips, neck, and jaw. marc looked at you, and did not expect to see your lipstick smudged.

everyone left the room as marc wiped off some of your lipstick, and gave you one last kiss.

[layce2015]

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader)

Chapter 9: The Mall Rats

Previous Chapter/ Next Chapter

I look up and see Dustin and I smiled. “Dustin! Hey!” I greeted as we go to hug. “How you doing?” I asked. “Good. See you got the job.” Dustin said as we break the hug and he gestures to my outfit. “Yeah…how was camp?” I asked. “It was great! Uh, is...is he here?” Dustin asked me and I laugh then look over my shoulder then shout. “Hey, Steve! Someone’s here to see you!”

Steve bursts out of the door and sees Dustin. “Henderson.” He said, shocked, and Dustin laughs and smiles. “Henderson! He's back! He's back!” Steve said, happily, as he jumps up and down and comes over to us. “I'm back! You got the job!” Dustin said. “I got the job!” Steve said then he mimics a trumpet sound as he and Dustin walk up to each other.

Then they do a handshake then mimic doing a lightsaber duel ending with Dustin stabbing Steve in the stomach. I chuckled and shake my head at the silliness I was seeing but Robin didn’t seem too pleased. “How many children are you friends with?” Robin asked Steve, who looked a bit annoyed at her.

“No, no. No way. Hotter than Phoebe Cates?” Steve asked Dustin as he, Dustin and I sit at a booth, catching up with him as he tells us about his girlfriend. “Mm-hmm.” Dustin said as he eats his ice cream sundae I went and made for him. “No.” Steve said, disbelieving. “Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.” Dustin said, proudly, and Steve and I share a look of disgust as Dustin eats his ice cream before I shake my head again.

“Wow. Yeah, that's great. Proud of you, man. That's ro...That's kinda romantic. That's like...Wow.” Steve stammers. “Good on you, Dustin. Happy for you.” I tell him. “So do you guys really just get to eat as much of this as you want?” Dustin asked as points to his ice cream with his spoon. “Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.” Steve said, proudly.

“Yeah, and how's that working out for you?” Robin asked. “Ignore her.” Steve tells Dustin. “She seems cool.” Dustin said. “She's not.” Steve said and I shake my head. “She’s right though, the only girls you talk to are your coworkers. I mean, when’s the last time you got a girl’s number?” I asked him. “Yours.” He replied, quickly, and I scoff out a laugh. “And I’m still waiting for the phone call.” I said, sarcastically, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“So, where are the other knuckleheads?” Steve asked Dustin. “They ditched me yesterday.” Dustin said, annoyed. “No.” Steve said. “My first day back. Can you believe that shit?” Dustin asked. “Whoa. Seriously?” Steve said. “I swear to God. Mm.” Dustin said and I give a sympathetic look. “Yeah, Max told me about it. I’m so sorry, Dustin.” I said as he eats on his sundae

“Yeah, well…They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in my glory.” Dustin said and Steve and I furrow our brows. “Glory? What glory?” I asked him and Dustin scoots closer to us. “So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie...” Dustin goes to explain and we hum as he looks around, obviously making sure nobody is listening. Then he whispers real softly.

“What?” We asked and he whispers as he hides his mouth from the other guests in the parlor but all I hear was that he intercepted something. “Just speak louder.” Steve said. “I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Dustin said, loudly, and the customers all look our way and I wave them off before Steve and I huddled up with Dustin.

“Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what I thought you said. What...What does that mean?” Steve asked. “It means, Steve, we could be heroes. True American heroes.” Dustin said and Steve makes an approving noise and I roll my eyes.

“You hear that, (y/n). American heroes.” Steve said and I scoff out a laugh. “Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more.” Dustin tells him. “More?” Steve asked. “More.” Dustin confirms. “I like more.” mutters Steve.

“What's the catch, Dustin?” I asked him. “No catch, I just need your help.” He said. “With what?” We asked and Dustin digs in his backpack and pulls out a Russian translation book. “Translation.” He said.

Later, Dustin, Steve and I were in the back of the parlor, listening to the recording that Dustin was able to catch. We could hear a man saying something in Russian but there was also music in the background, and it sounded familiar. “So what do you guys think?” Dustin asked us once he stopped his tape.

”It sounded familiar.” Steve remarks as he eats the banana he had. “What?” Dustin asked, confused. “The music. The music right there at the end.” Steve said. “Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!” Dustin exclaims. “I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music...” Steve argues but then I talk over them. “Guys, shut up!” I exclaimed until Robin bursts in.

“All right, babysitting time is over. Steve, you need to get in there.” Robin said then she sees that we erased her tallies on her board and replaced them with the Russian alphabet. “Hey, my board. That was important data, shitbirds.” Robin exclaimed, angrily.

“I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data.” Dustin said. “Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?” Robin asked and the boys both look surprised and Dustin looks up at me and Steve. “How does she know about the Russians?” Dustin asked, quietly. “I don't know.” Steve said, shrugging, and I sighed.

”I told you guys you two were being too loud!” I said. “Exactly. I can hear everything. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do. Sound about right?” Robin asked and the boys and I share a look then she reaches over to the tape recorder but Steve puts his hand over it and pulls it close to him.

“Whoa! What do you think you're doing?” Steve asked her. “I wanna hear it.” She said. “Why?” Steve asked. “'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know.” Robin said, proudly. “Russian?” Dustin asked her. “Ou-yay are-yay umb-day.” She said and I snort out a laugh as the boys let out a noise of impressed.

”Holy shit!” Dustin giggles and I turn to them. “That was Pig Latin, doofus’.” I tell them as Robin smiles and Steve hits Dustin’s shoulder with his banana peel. “Idiot.” He mutters to him as Robin speaks again. “But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.” Robin said as she takes the chair across from Dustin.

“Uh...” Steve mutters but she talks over him. “Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit. I'm just bored.” She said and we hear the bell ring. “Here, I’ll take it.” I tell him as I take the scoop and walk out the front, only to groan in my head as I see Lucas’ sister at the front desk. Obviously only to get free ice cream.

A couple of hours went by as I helped a few customers when they came until I see Max and El come in. “Hey, girls.” I greet as they come up. “Hey.” Max said. “Hi.” El greets, smiling, then I realized something when I see El. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be home?” I asked her and El frowns when Max speaks up. 

“Look, Mike was being a dick to her and I just thought taking her out for some fun would be…” Max defends, quickly, and I chuckled. “Ah, boy problems. Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me.” I said and El’s smile returns. “So, uh, can we have some ice cream then?” Max asked and I raise an eyebrow at her. 

“Please.” She added, quickly, and I smiled. “Yes, you can. And since this is a special occasion, ice creams on me.” I said and Max and El’s eyes widen in shock. “Seriously?!” Max asked me and I nodded. “Yeah, tell me what you want and I’ll pay for it.” I said and the girls smile. “Thank you!” Max said. “Thank you, (y/n).” El said and I smiled at them. 

“No problem.” I said and the girls tell me what they want and as I start to make their ice cream, I hear the sliding window door open. “Hey!” I hear Robin’s voice call out and I turn to her then walk closer to her. “We’ve got our first sentence.” She tells me, quietly. “Oh, seriously?” I asked. “The week is long.” Robin said, imitating a Russian accent. “Well, that’s thrilling.” I said, sarcastically. “I know. But, progress.” Robin said, smiling, then she shuts the door and I go to finish Max and El’s order.

”Okay, here you go.” I tell them when I handed them their ice cream. “Oh, and El, if you ever have anymore boy problems, you can always come talk to me, okay?” I said and she nods and smiles. The girls give me their thank you’s and start to run out into the mall and continue their day while I sigh heavily and continued with the day’s work.

It was way past closing time but we think we had finally got the code figured out as we look at the board with the written sentences. “The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.” We all recited together and just give confused and dumbfounded looks to the other.

”I mean, it just can’t be right.” Steve said after we walked out of Scoops Ahoy and he shuts the gate to lock it up. “It’s right.” Robin said. “Yeah, we checked it over twice like Santa Claus.” I remarked as we start to make our way through the mall, heading towards the exit. “Honestly, I think it’s great news.” Dustin proclaims. “How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense.” Steve said, frustrated.

”It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code.” Dustin said. “What do you mean a code?” Steve asked him while I look over at Dustin. “You talking about like a secret spy cod or something?” I asked and Dustin nods. “Exactly!” He said. “That’s a total stretch.” Steve scoffs. “I don’t know, is it?” Robin asked and Steve looks at her. “You’re buying into this?” He asked her. “Truth is stranger than fiction.” I remarked and gave him a knowing look and he scoffs alittle.

”Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say, Fire the warhead at noon?” Robin asked, annoyed. “Exactly.” Dustin said again. “And my translation is correct. I know that for sure and like (y/n) said we checked it over a couple of times, so…The silver cat feeds. Why would anyone talk like that unless they’re trying to mask the true meaning of their message?” Robin asked. “Exactly.” Dustin said and I nod, starting to believe that this could be true.

”And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” Robin asked. “Exactly.” said Dustin again for the fourth time while Steve looks at me and makes a mocking face and I stifle my laugh and shake my head. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion.” I said to Dustin. “Evil Russians.” He said and Robin smiles.

”I can’t believe I’m about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians.” Robin laughs. “So how do we crack it?” I asked. “Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.” Robin said, shrugging. “A pattern. Right, like maybe silver cat is a meeting place?” Dustin asked. “Or a person.” Robin suggests. “Or a weapon.” Dustin said.

”It’s probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but…” I started to say then I look over to my right to see Steve was not there anymore. “Where’s Steve?” I asked the others as we stop and I look around to see him at one of the little horsey rides, looking at it before digging into his pockets.

”Hey, Steve. What are you doing?” I called out. “Uh, it’s a quarter. I need—“ Steve said as he digs into his pockets then looks over at us. “Do you have a quarter?” He asked and Robin laughs as we walk back over to him. “You sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin teases him. “Quarter!” Steve shouts and I hand him a quarter. He deposits it in the ride and the horse begins to gallop and a familiar tune plays. It was Daisy Bell.

”You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin teased as I stopped once I heard the music. “Oh my God.” I muttered and Robin looks over at me. “What?” She asked. “The music.” I said, stunned, and Dustin gets a look of realization on his face. “Holy shit.” He said and he pulls off his backpack. “The music!” He exclaims and he pulls out the recorder and plays the tape where we hear the man speak Russian but the same music was playing in the background of the tape.

Steve, Dustin and I share a holy shit look while Robin looked lost. “I don’t understand.” She said. “It’s the exact same song on the recording.” I said as I point at Dustin’s recorder. “Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.” Robin suggests. “Indiana Flyer? I don’t…I don’t think so.” Steve said, shaking his head as he looks back at the galloping horse. “This code, it…didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.” Steve said and all of us share a shocked look.

[wings-of-ink]

Wanna eat your work that's how deliciously you write!!

Recently I saw super sad ask about MC breaking up with RO (gently). If you haven't done this before, could you give us ROs reaction?

BUT THERE'S A TWIST!

In the end ROs also find out that MC done this on purpose to keep ROs out of something dangerous. MC still loves them ofc but they hurt them to protect them,,,,, kinda poetic

So glad you find it tasty, Anon! I will continue to cook this stuff up and feed you even more (but you're gonna have to have a few veggies before dessert).

That is a super sad ask! But I like the twist. As the MC has some difficult things ahead, something like this may come up in the routes, but it's too far out for me to see quite yet. And it may just be MC sneaking off to "handle" something (that they really shouldn't be doing alone).

Oswin:  

He can't swallow for fear of choking and goes silent.

MC watches Oswin carefully, noticing that he's started to subtly shake.

"So…that's just it." His voice is breaking.

MC nods, trying their best to keep a straight face.

"You…you put up with me for all this time, I tell you everything, all…all that I've…" Oswin's voice cracks and tears start to roll down his eyes.

There's a ringing in their ears, MC can't stand this, but it's for the best. The world is better with Oswin in it, they have to do this to keep him safe.

"I can't…I can't bear this. It will kill me, MC…we planned a life together. I don't want to be apart." Oswin lands on MC's shoulder, releasing a painful sob.

MC feels their very soul begin to burn. They don't want this either, but it's the best way. They keep telling themselves that. It's for the best.

Zahn: 

Zahn takes the news with a cruel amount of stoicism. MC expected some sort of resistance, maybe even tears or a plea. Were they hoping for that even?

MC waits for a response for a while, but Zahn gives nothing away before simply turning around and leaving. MC stands in shock for several minutes before they snap from their daze and go out to find them.

They find Zahn sitting by the brook, watching the water churn by, still quiet and still.

MC sits next to them. "Zahn you need to say something…please."

"Why should I?" Their voice is straining but harsh.

"You let me say my part…it's only fair."

Zahn nods, and then chuckles, but the sound is cruel. "You just threw me away like everyone else did. So, no, I don't know what to say."

Duri:

"You forget how easily I can read you." Duri smirks, folding their arms and leaning against the wall.

MC stares at them. They knew it would be a challenge. Lying to a demigod is stupid at best - then again, so is romancing one. "My choice is still firm."

Duri shakes their head. "It's the choice that is the lie, MC."

"It's still mine to make."

They nod. "That's true."

MC expects more argument on the subject, spotting a peculiar shine to Duri's doleful eyes that's rare to see.

"I guess I will just have to convince you to pick me again then. I did it once before…somehow. Even if you don't want to love me now…you can still love me later."

MC's resolve nearly cracks, but they try to give nothing away.

A familiar smile splays on Duri's lips, but it lacks the mirth they usually have. "Besides, I have to find what you're hiding, and you know how good I am at that."

Rune:  

"No," Rune says.

MC shifts uncomfortably. It has to be now. They have to say goodbye now before it's too late. Losing themselves is one thing, but they can't lose Rune. "What do you mean no? It's the way it is, the way I want it."

Rune's eyes roll, the purple orbs practically glowing. "You're hiding something."

"I am not. I just…we are from very different worlds, this isn't the time - I can't…"

"You can't what?" They fold their arms and stare into MC.

"Be with you like this."

They begin to pace. "Did you learn how to lie from Oswin? Don't feed me lines like that when your voice holds no conviction. Make no mistake, Northbreaker, I know that I am no one's first choice in a lover."

MC barely stifles a rebuttal.

"No one puts up with my shit unless their feelings are genuine, MC. What hurts me the most is not your failure to convince me that you'd rather us go our separate ways - it's that you apparently do not trust me enough to help you shoulder your burdens."

The quiver of their lower lip betrays MC's feelings.

???:

"Would you like to try that again with a straight face?" He smiles. That stupid smug smile that you hate to love. It doesn't reach his eyes and it's the most condescending look he has in his arsenal.

"We can't do this anymore. I was infatuated, it's not-"

"Real?" he finishes. "Not real love?"

"Yes."

He tuts. "No, no, my dear. See, I opened all I am to you - that is a door you cannot close easily. Don't mistake the phrasing as a threat - if you truly wish to part from me, then do so. But, don't lie to yourself or to me."

"I'm not-"

"You are spectacularly bad at it." He affirms, his voice hard. "You knew you would not be able to, but you still tried."

MC stands there feeling like a scolded child. He always flips everything on its head.

He sighs. "I am sorry. I am hurt. I know you are hiding something, but I do not wish to imagine my world without you. Please, just let me help."

There you are Anon! May the angst nourish your wicked and lovely soul. ^_^

[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

Danganronpa Love Languages (DR V3)

[ DR THH | SDR2 | DR V3 ]

Kaede Akamatsu - Words of Affirmation

Being a living personification of optimism, Kaede is always there to reassure you and cheer you up. Even at your darkest moments she will be there to pull you out and into the light. If you don't want help and just want support, she won't hesitate to just hold you and listen. She cares about your mental health a lot, especially since she knows how it feels. When Kaede is trying to boost your mood, she is commonly complimenting you. Sometimes it can get off track and she'll derail into making comments about your body (especially if you got big boobs or ass. Shuichi said it best, she can sound like a pervy old man sometimes). But hey, it boosts your confidence! And that's what she wants more than anything

Shuichi Saihara - Quality Time

Shuichi wasn't one with high self-esteem or confidence, so when you asked him out it took him a day to fully process it. Sure he's been crushing on you for a long time, but what if he can't be a good boyfriend? At the start of your relationship he will definitely be a bit awkward and nervous. The longer you guys are together though, he will gain confidence in both himself and your relationship. He will still be very subdued and bashful, but isn't afraid to show affection in public. In fact, Shuichi loves to stay by your side throughout the day. It will be every other day, as some days he needs alone time to recharge and relax, and you're happy to oblige! When he does feel the desire for companionship he will openly seek you out and ask if you could spend the day together

Angie Yonaga - Gift Giving

Atua will always be number one in her heart, but you are a close second! She talks so positively about you to anyone she can. She's got nothing to hide. Being the Ultimate Artist, Angie's specialty is making gifts and art for you. Paintings, statues, wood carvings, it's all for you. To add her own little spice, she likes to bless every creation with the protection of Atua. It's up to debate whether this counts as a gift or not, but every day she prays to Atua to look upon you and keep you safe. In her eyes, she is giving the gift of love and protection from her god, she is praying for your own good. Yeah it's a bit weird, but she's so cute it's hard to get upset

Gonta Gokuhara - Acts of Service

O h my ggod?? Gentleman, sweetie, baby, precious, a present from god. These are many words to describe Gonta, and it's never made more clear than when you date. He already was very gentle and protective of you, but when you get in a relationship he takes it more seriously. He protects you and treats you as if you were breakable. Think of yourself as a rare beetle! If he deems the terrain as dangerous, he resorts to craddling you in his arms and carrying you. As a true Gentleman, Gonta is incredibly courteous and polite, holding open doors for you and being as respectful as possible. And if you ask him to do anything he will happily do it for you (well, except hurt a bug). Whenever he does something that upsets you, or something he percives as rude, he does tend to freak out. He'll need a lot of reassurance. And just... please show Gonta physical affection too. Hold his hand, run your fingers through his hair, make him feel as loved as possible. He deserves it

Himiko Yumeno - Quality Time

Himiko wasn't really interested in relationships, she never felt a real attraction to anyone. Even Tenko and Angie she saw more as friends than love interests. In your first interactions she felt the same about you, but then oddly felt herself become more attached. Suddenly she was following you around and constantly trying to show you her magic. Whenever you were seperated she tended to think about you a lot. Himiko still can't fully comprehend why your relationship was different from all the others, but she isn't complaining in the slightest. You bring such peace to her heart and it's so refreshing. Expect lots of invites to her room for magic shows

K1-B0 - Physical Touch

K1-B0 is a pure sweetie. Being a robot, he is NOT used to any sort of relationship. It took him awhile to get friendships down fully, so when you asked him out he was not used to it at all. Any sign of affection made him blush like mad, if he had a heart it would be beating like crazy. Somehow everything you did drove him nuts! How soft your skin feels on his metal, the warmth radiating off your body, the way you nuzzle into his neck, it all felt like heaven. Another reason he loves your touch is how respectful you are (unlike 2 certain degenerates). You touch him with purpose and love, no judgement. Seriously, just cuddle with him and kiss his cheeks, let him know you care. It makes him feel alive

Kaito Momota - Words of Affirmation

Kaito is a BRO through and through! I'm talking ride or die. He will stand by your side through thick and thin, and will be your number one support system. Any issues you have he will want to hear and help with. Even if you tell him you just want someone to listen, he is gonna listen soooooo hard. The best part is that he's well grounded as well. Kaito isn't afraid to voice his true opinions and always gives it to you straight. He feels like lying ruins a relationship. The only thing he ever hid from you was his illness, and that was discovered fairly quickly. It hurts to see him put you over his own health, but Kaito will always do it with no hesitation. You are special to him, in more ways than one

Kirumi Tojo - Acts of Service

She is a maid, her life's goal is to serve. Whether it's her boss, friends, or lovers, Kirumi aims to please. With you she takes care of you well. Your house will always be clean, hot meals served to you daily, and if you need help with your hobbies she will learn as much as she can to assist. To be honest you tend to feel bad a lot. Despite your insistance for her to take a break, Kirumi refuses. It may seem like she's just a worker of sorts, but she has self respect and refuses to be treated as such. When she cares for you, it's out of love and care, not obligation. But sometimes, if you do something for her instead, you can catch her starting to tear up. Kirumi will try to reprimand you, but will eventually drop her professionalism and just embrace you lovingly

Kokichi Ouma - Quality Time

Piece of SHIT gremlin dear LORD I love him. Sure Hiyoko was a handful, but with Kokichi it's even more apparent. He's a trickster through and through, and just because you're dating doesn't mean he's gonna ease up on it. They will probably be less intense and more playful most of the time, and the name calling will be more cheeky rather than insulting. But you are not gonna be immune to his jackassery. He has a habit of following you around a lot and constantly trying to bug you and get your attention. Don't even get me started on his lies. At first you thought he was just wanting to be annoying (okay that's part of it), but actually he just really likes spending time with you. Being able to talk to you constantly and see your funny reactions gives him so much happiness. He'll deny how clingy he is and mock you for thinking so, but one time he followed you into the bathroom, so that speaks for itself

Korekiyo Shinguji - Physical Touch

Korekiyo is a... I'm just gonna say it, he's a kinky bastard. He finds humanity fascinating and wants to experience the wonders of existence, including the taboos. He is normally quite a smooth talker, and despite the messed up or concerning things he says, you still find yourself charmed. But the real affection comes from his touch. Korekiyo loves to study your body and your behaviors whenever he touches you in different places. He always makes mental notes on your habits and reactions. It intrigues him so intensely! But uh, his real experimenting and studying comes in the bedroom. Just get used to trying new things, he wants to experience it all with you

Maki Harukawa - Acts of Service

Being a groomed assassin since childhood, Maki has grown very cold and pessimistic toward people. To be honest she wasn't very fond of you when you first met. The only reason she ever gave you the time of day was because you were friends with Kaito and Shuichi. It took a long time for her to see you as a friend, and even longer to admit she had a crush on you. Believing herself to be less than human means she doesn't feel worthy to be loved. Once you declared your deep love for her full of passion, it kinda broke her. She didn't say much, but she broke out into tears immedietly. From then on, Maki started to show affection more. She wanted you to know how much she loved you, and thought that doing things for you is the best way to show it. She is very protective of you, both from people and situations. If you are ever in a dangerous or stress inducing situation, Maki is gonna be there to help and assist. And if anyone dares to try to hurt you... well, they won't have a body for the casket

Miu Iruma - Physical Touch

Now, it's obvious that Miu shows love through physical contact. But not in the way you think. You see, she talks a big game about sex and shit, but in reality she is a blushing mess everytime you hold her hand. A great way to see her squirm is hugging her around the waist from behind. Instant way to short circut her brain. These bouts of teasing often invoke swear filled insults thrown your way, but don't worry she's just embarrassed. If you do this enough it will lead to her getting frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. She'll initiate affection by pulling you close to her or just sitting in your lap like a grumpy cat. You wanna keep poking the lion? Well you better get ready for lion to pounce one day

Rantaro Amami - Physical Touch

He is a smoooooth talker. Very swoon worthy and always knows what to say to make you blush. His voice is the perfect tone too. Most people can attest to these facts. But he really likes to touch you gently and romantically. When he touches your hips or shoulders it's very gentle and relaxing. He also loves to nuzzle his face in your neck and chest while you cuddle. It's like you fit together like puzzle pieces. What he loves the most though is your hands. Rantaro takes any opportunity to hold or caress your hands, giving small kisses to the back of them. He loves the way you get bashful. Another fun way to bond is by doing your nails! It's a great time to catch up and talk, and you also get your nails done. So win-win!

Ryoma Hoshi - Words of Affirmation

Ryoma doesn't feel like he deserves much in life. Or anything in general. Not only was he a convicted killer, he was also on death row. So when you came up and confessed to him, he actually turned you down and said you deserve someone much better. Someone who isn't a shell of their former self. But strangely you didn't give up and kept pursuing him, and eventually he broke and admitted he felt the same. Ryoma has clinical depression and it's quite clear, but he never tries to make it your issue. Instead of focusing on his personal troubles and trauma, he puts his efforts into supporting you and voicing his admirations. Pride for you is something he will bluntly show. When you attempt to talk to him and let him air his troubles, he'll insist he's fine. He'll still have a cool air to him, but deep down he really appreciates your concern. And honestly, he considers you a reason to live a little longer

Tenko Chabashira - Physical Touch

Tenko is aggressive with her affections (just ask Himiko) so when she crushes on you she is obvious and intense. She'll gush over you and shower you with praise as often as possible. So if you validate her and accept her feelings, she's gonna jump right into it. Expect a lot of hugs and snuggles quite openly. To the point of embarrassment sometimes. You are just so cute she can't help herself!! A favorite past time of her is to practice Akido with you. Tenko gets a lot of joy sharing her passion with you, and being able to toss you around is a bonus I'mma be blunt though. If you are femme or femme presenting she is gonna protect you with her heart and treat you like a queen. If you are masc or masc presenting it will be... rough for a while. She'll eventually come around, but you'll just have to prove you aren't a degenerate male and earn her respect. Once you do, Tenko will hold you in much higher regard than other men and treat you as the golden standard

Tsumugi Shirogane - Gift Giving

Tsumugi is a mastermind obsessed with the Danganronpa series in itself. Something about it is fascinating to her and brings her much amusement. And with you she instantly noticed that you fit the series perfectly. You fit her perfectly. She knew she had to get you, and luckily she did! While at first it was more of an entertainment thing, Tsumugi eventually found herself growing fond of you. She actually enjoyed going on dates with you, no ulterior motives anymore. To emphasize her newfound affection, she often liked to sew clothes for you! You can draw up a design for any outfit you want and she'll be able to make it a reality. Basically you'll never need to go shopping again. As some bonus "gifts", sometimes you'll come home to Tsumugi dressed up... in just the way you like~

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[askthelightsides]

if you guys were real? That sounds mean. If you guys had your own bodies and lives what do you think you'd do for a living?

Ro: Isn’t obvious? An actor! Stage specifically, I would occasionally appear in award winning films? But I’d always make it clear that my true love was the theater.

V: Pricey over here keeping the dreams easily attainable as always

P: I was gonna say vet but then you have to give animals shots and it hurts them…or like an adoption center? But then you have to see animals sad sometimes. Oh! Doggy Daycare! I’ll work at one of those places!

L: I mean…a teacher. I’ve always been a teacher.

P: And you’re a great teacher

J: Is he?

L: *clears throat* thank you, Patton. And actually, I think you would be a good one too if you ever got tired of being covered in dog hair.

P: Really??

L: Well, yes. I would love to be a college professor, but I think you would make a wonderful kindergarten teacher. Truly. You’re able to teach things in different, creative ways, like with the puppets, and you’d make sure children felt comfortable expressing their feelings.

P: *sniffles* Awwww Logan! Teacher buddies!

L: Technically I’d be a professor, but…sure teacher buddies.

V: Retail for me.

L: You want to work retail??

V: Nope. Just being realistic.

Ro: I think you could be one of those video game streaming guys?

V: I don’t know if I wanna be on camera that much, people would get bored of me. It would get weird. They’d hate me.

L: What about like…a library? It’s quiet and not a ton of people?

V: *shrug* sure

J: I feel I proved I’d be a decent lawyer, but that’s also a lot of expensive school. I’ll just be an influencer. And to be clear it’s not for the attention, I’m not that shallow. It’s just for the power. And the free stuff.

V: …seriously?

P: Well I’d follow you, Janus!

J: You already do

P: Huh?

Re: I wanna be-

Ro: hang on let me guess…garbage man?

V: Animal control

L: Science experiment

Re: uh…movie director?

Ro: Really?

Re: I get to be in charge but also everyone remembers things for me and does stuff for me if I get bored but I get all the credit and I’d get to make stuff as gorey and insane as I want

Ro: …actually he’d probably be successful.

J: Just remember, if you make it weird enough it’s no longer horror it’s arthouse.

[yuurei20]

Hello! I wanted to ask, but do we have any visual descriptions of the blot monster that killed Ortho? Like even just if it was big or if it had claws anything like that lol

Also this is a bit of a darker question do feel free to not answer this part but is the it ever implied or said how exactly Ortho was killed? Like did the blot monster like.. bite or maybe squash him? (Ngl I'd normally ask it in a more graphic way but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable)

Anyways I hope you have a good night/day whenever you read this <3

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

I do not believe we have any detailed description of exactly what it is that happened to human-Ortho and, interestingly, we do not really know what happened to Idia, either!

There is a loud sound of something striking against something else and Idia says, "Everything after that is a blank for me. By the time I woke up, Ortho was gone."

What was that sound we hear after the monster lunges for Ortho? Metal against metal? Someone or something hitting a wall, or floor? How did Idia fall unconscious, and what happened in between Ortho being attacked and Idia being knocked out?

"Everything after that is a blank" may be insinuating that something happened during that "everything after," but he either can't or does not want to remember what it was. Very curious!

And there may be more to this scene than meets the eye 👀

When Ortho reacts to the creature coming down the hall, he doesn't call it a phantom: he calls it a monster.

"Monster" is one of the various ways that the cast refer to Grim (re: Animal vs. Monster vs. Cat vs. Dire Beast vs. Tanuki (pt1) / Animal vs. Monster vs. Cat vs. Dire Beast vs. Tanuki (pt2) ).

STYX labels him a dire beast in Book 6, but at the same time we learn that Grim is under a powerful spell that STYX's supercomputer can't actually analyze!

Grim might not be a direbeast at all, and we have already heard of creatures that will blend in with direbeasts in order to hide: phantoms 👀

I first came across this theory via Vtuber Toro-san (shared with permission) who points out some interesting things we know about the creature:

1. It was subject ROS-3367A, which possibly means that the phantom originally came from the Queendom of Roses, and Grim is theorized to have been at least partially based on Dinah from Alice in Wonderland.

(In Book 6 we also hear about a SUS-332OB, theorized to be from Sunset Savanna.)

2. While the weaker phantoms frozen on the higher levels of Tartarus in Book 6 mostly growl, the stronger phantoms frozen deeper inside would sometimes speak, saying, "I'm hungry, feed me flesh," "Don't go, stay with me" and "I want to be friends, too."

This is not impossible to tie back to Grim, who recalls waking up "hungry and alone," saying "it was real cold."

He follows with, "What happened after that again? It's all so foggy..."

Grim is mysterious enough on his own, not knowing where NRC is located (which begs the question: how did he get there?) and having significant gaps in his memory, in addition to being so unfamiliar with basic information of what is (presumably?) his own world that other characters often express surprise. (re: Grim's Memory / Grim's Experiences)

3. The chimera in the prologue has long been theorized to be some form of overblotted Grim. Is that his true form as a potentially flesh-eating, unfrozen phantom under a curse and/or blessing that no one understands?

We do not know! :> To the original question: it is difficult to pinpoint how exactly it was that Ortho died, as we do not know exactly what it was that killed him. (If it was the chimera in the opening, though, we have an idea of what it is he may have looked like at the time!)

We know Ortho was killed by a monster who had just escaped from a place built expressly for the purpose of housing lonely, violent, and hungry creatures--but that is all!

Perhaps a mystery to be solved as the plot thickens 👀

[jcollinswrites]

apologies if this has been asked/ would be a Pain in the Ass to code and thus not a priority, but: would it be possible to have flavor text for gender non-conforming trans folks? like, masc trans women and feminine trans guys, that sorta thing? I Do love the trans rep we get, and how it flows naturally from what I've seen, but as someone who won't/can't pass, I'd be curious at least if the cast has any thoughts about that kind of concept? (I just think it can be cool when ROs ask about/mention gnc traits- though I get why it can be tricky to code for levels of variation)

ok all that aside: I am having so much difficulty deciding who my favorite romance option is... they're all so well-thought-out and bring their own Flavor to the table!! Thanks so much for sharing this story with us<3

I can certainly add something like that! It probably won't be too hard, just a true/false variable for the question 'are you often being mistaken for x'. And then how often this happens can be left to your discretion. Does that sound good? 👀