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jinxhallows · 1 year ago

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idk if the requests are still open but can you do Lee Know detective au? thanks in advance! 💕

hey, I know you didnt ask for all this but well, when you make a request, I must oblige, and if im gonna do a detective au, its gonna be noir because, Minho as a noir detective? his pretty scorpio ass? I swoon! I got so carried away and it got so long, I had to split it into two parts, so here ya go ;) sorry it took so long! I've never written minho before and he's quite enigmatic, I wanted to do him justice. I've never written in this kind of au before, i really enjoyed it! thanks!

ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴀsᴇ [ ʟᴇᴇᴋɴᴏᴡ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏɪʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴜ ]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: 𝟷𝟾+ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟽.𝟼ᴋ

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Lightning dances across the melancholic navy-grey night sky, momentarily illuminating the worn-out detective's office. The accompanying thunder roars in a subdued grumble, blending with the relentless downpour outside. The storm's proximity jolts Minho from his relentless pursuit of a fourteen-year-old missing person case, now gone cold, aggravating his already mounting frustrations.

With a frustrated scrape of the wooden chair against the floor, Minho rises from his desk, clutching his empty black coffee mug. The dried residue at its bottom reveals hours have passed since his last sip of caffeine, a regular occurrence during his late-night vigils. His reputation as a tenacious detective, able to crack cases others can't fathom, depends on these after-hours endeavors.

Gazing into the abyss of his mug, Minho mutters a silent curse at its emptiness before lifting a small, black remote and increasing the volume on the jazz music emanating from the sound system. The smooth melodies of the horns cascade through the room, supplying a temporary shield against the cacophony of the storm. Drawing energy from the music, he leaves the room, flicking on the light switch to the breakroom. The fluorescent lights flicker to life, unveiling the weary detective's countenance as he reaches for the cabinet above the stainless steel sink, retrieving a fresh coffee filter and aromatic grounds. A new brew, he hopes, will fuel him for a few more tireless hours.

The persistent scratching at the door leading to the back reminds him of the alleycat's nightly demand for its meal. Minho presses the button on the coffee machine, setting the brewing process in motion, and bends down to open the cabinet under the sink, scanning for any remaining cans of cat food. To his dismay, none are in sight. A sigh escapes his lips, a gust that momentarily sweeps his wispy black hair away from his face as he ponders an alternative solution.

Scratch. Scratch.

"Give me a second," he calls out in exasperation, fully expecting the alleycat to understand plain English. He opens the fridge and retrieves the tuna sandwich he had prepared for himself. His gaze shifts between the sandwich and the door, contemplating his priorities. Finally, he unwraps half of the sandwich, placing it on a delicate porcelain plate. Determined to pick up some cans of cat food on his way home from the 24-hour gas station, he heads towards the back door. As he opens it, a small, black blur darts past him and into the building.

"Hey—" he begins to protest, only to be interrupted by a resounding thunderstrike that causes him to wince. Shielding his face from the stray droplets, carried on the wind, he silently curses as the rain dampens his pristine white dress shirt. His decision to stay put is driven by a flash of lightning that seemingly reveals a figure at the end of the alley.

Another flash of lightning confirms his suspicion, and the glowing streetlamp near the door finally unveils your identity.

"What are you doing out here? Are you lost?" He raises his voice above the rain, squinting at you from the doorway. You take a step back, glancing at the sign next to the door, before shifting your gaze towards the dark-haired man.

"Are you Detective Lee?" you lean forward and ask.

"Come inside, we're both getting soaked," he steps aside, his gaze still fixed on the rain-laden sky. You cautiously enter the hallway, and with a frustrated sigh, Minho looks down the darkened corridor where the alleycat has vanished. Placing the small plate with the sandwich near the coatrack by the door, he closes it behind you. His eyes widen with disbelief as he examines your soaked appearance. He takes your jacket, giving it a gentle shake before hanging it on the hook. You also remove your hat, and he carefully places it on the adjacent hook.

"If it's an emergency, you should have gone to the police," he says, shaking his wrist to glance at his black watch with a gold rim. "I can drive you, so you don't have to walk in this rain. It's a few blocks up the road."

Ignoring his attempts to divert the conversation, you press on, your tone becoming more assertive. "You didn't answer my question. Are you Detective Lee?"

"Yes, I am," he concedes, though his tone carries a hint of reluctance. "But it's outside of business hours, and I'm really tied up in a case—"

Undeterred, you push forward, dismissing his excuses. "I was told to talk to you. My name is y/n, y/n Johnston."

At the mention of your name, he freezes mid-sentence. "Johnston. As in the disappearance of Alesha Johnston?"

You retrieve a manilla envelope from your bag and hold it out to him. "I received this yesterday—no label, nothing. Inside are photos of this cabin. It reminds me of the place Alesha used to talk about just before she went missing. I know it's been so long, and it may be nothing, but—"

Slowly, you hand the envelope to Minho, who holds it but refrains from opening it. He gazes back at you, his eyes capturing the fear and hope shimmering within yours. "Follow me," he urges, turning swiftly and leading the way through the breakroom. The coffee continues streaming into the pot, now halfway full. You maintain your pace behind him, taking in the sight of the old building's interior. The breakroom walls are painted a faded mint green, and the black-and-white checkered tile flooring evokes memories of shower floors in locker rooms. The door to his office bears a frosted glass window with golden letters that read: Detective Lee. He opens it, gesturing for you to enter first, and you hear the door click securely into place as you approach his desk. Stacks of folders and piles of paper clutter the surface, alongside a few polaroid photos of random people and a couple of bloodied scenes depicting unthinkable brutal murders.

He loosens his black tie, sinking into the edge of the work desk. His white shirt clings to his shoulders and chest, slightly damp from the encounter. His steely brown eyes bear a hint of doubt as his tongue probes the inside of his mouth, deep in thought.

Minho begins to unravel his thought process, his voice filled with skepticism, "This case is fourteen years old, and you suddenly receive an anonymous package with photos of a place your sister mentioned—"

"Hold on, how do you know she's my sister?"

He strides around the desk and opens the folder at its center, revealing faded, typewritten pages. "Because the Johnston disappearance is one of the cold cases I've been working on for a few years now. A wealthy family's daughter vanishes without a trace, barely investigated before being closed," he shakes his head. "But you weren't even home when it happened, according to your witness statement, at least." Minho raises his gaze, locking eyes with you. "Who told you to come find me?"

"I got the photos and started askin’ around to see if anyone recognized the cabin or the woods. The bartender at Jerry's mentioned you specialize in cold cases. Going to the cops, they wouldn't have taken me seriously. I know she's probably dead, but I can't find peace until I get some answers. Please, you're my only hope right now," you plead, the raw emotion in your words striking a chord in Minho's heart. He knows exactly who you're referring to when you mentioned the bartender. He'll have to pay his friend a visit and share a drink soon. Finally, he opens the envelope and carefully removes the photos. Six in total, each capturing the desolation of a dilapidated cabin in the woods. Two show the interior, revealing signs of recent habitation, at least, it seems that way.

"I don't work for free, no matter how pretty a face is," he says, sliding the photos back into the envelope and placing them on his desk. "Three hundred an hour, with a deposit now that counts toward the first one."

A smirk tugs at your lips as you retrieve your wallet from your bag, pulling out four crisp one-hundred dollar bills. Placing them atop the envelope, your gaze meets Minho's, locking eyes with the private eye. "An extra hundred, because you called me pretty." Money holds no sway over you, your inheritance affording you endless resources. Closure for your sister's disappearance is worth any price.

Accepting the cash, Minho opens a drawer and tucks it away before resting his forearms on the table, interlacing his fingers as he leans forward. "I could say much more than that, but I still possess a shred of decorum after all these years." Your attention fixates on his partly opened lips, when suddenly a ding echoes from the other room, prompting him to stand. "Would you like some coffee? I don't drink tea, but there might be some Lipton from the attorney in the office next to mine."

A chuckle escapes your lips. "Coffee will do just fine."

Meow.

The alleycat beckons from the doorway, its presence demanding attention. As you glance over your shoulder, it gracefully brushes its head against the doorframe, proceeding to rub against your leg. Unable to resist its charm, you instinctively bend down, indulging in a few gentle head scratches.

"How cute. Is he yours?" you inquire, your voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Minho corrects your assumption, emphasizing the proper pronoun, "She might as well be by now. I'll be right back," he replies with a warm smile.

Pouring the steaming brew into his mug, Minho finds solace in the hot liquid, an elixir for his restless mind. Alone in the breakroom, questions swirl in his thoughts. Even if they found the cabin, what would it lead to? Why would the victim have been talking about a secluded cabin in the first place?

Absently, he reaches for another mug from the cupboard, its distinctive wood catching his attention. He has opened these cupboards countless times before, yet something about them stands out now. Running his fingers along the shelf, a wave of familiarity washes over him. The grain patterns and texture of the wood bear an uncanny resemblance to the trees captured in the photographs.

He pauses, a connection forming between the cupboard and the haunting images that have consumed his mind. The realization strikes him like an electric shock—this is the same wood! Grasping the extra mug, he hastily fills it, returning to his desk and arranging the photos. His eyes dart between the images, drawing parallels.

"These trees," he murmurs, turning over one of the photos and gently pressing his finger against the clearer ones, "These are Eastern Black Oak trees. It's unmistakable. They grow on the outskirts of town, up north."

"Then we'll go tomorrow, when the weather clears," you declare with determination, punctuating your statement with a firm nod.

Minho hesitates, apprehension etched on his face. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, I don’t work with others—besides, this could be dangerous, if these photos are recent, it looks like someone’s still living there,” He stares at the photo, turning it back right side up so he can look at it closer. “Still, the forests on the edges of town are huge. It has to be narrowed down somehow.”

Now it's your turn to lean forward, your finger tracing the blurred backdrop in another photo. "If it's up north, this looks like the water tower on Bell Avenue," you interject, your eyes meeting Minho's. "But you know, you don't typically work with others, right?" A mischievous brow rises as you lean back, taking a sip of your coffee. The realization dawns upon you—the cabin had consumed your attention, neglecting the background details, just as Minho had focused solely on the trees, overlooking the water tower.

"Another set of eyes won't hurt. Besides, it's my sister we're talking about. I'll do anything to uncover the truth," you say, unveiling a small revolver from your bag and placing it firmly on the desk. Minho's surprise is palpable, his expectations shattered by your audacity. Silence fills the room, punctuated only by the distant patter of raindrops against the windows. Lingering glances and unspoken words convey volumes, as the weight of the investigation and your shared vulnerability hangs in the air.

Suddenly, Minho takes control of the moment, a subtle shift in his demeanor. "Alright then, let's meet here at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning," he asserts.

You rise from your seat, setting your partially drunk coffee on the edge of the desk. "Do you mind calling me a taxi?" you ask, your voice carrying a hint of weariness.

Minho glances at his wrist, considering your request. As he gathers the evidence and places it neatly in a folder alongside the rest of the case documentation, he offers an alternative solution. "Actually, I'm about to lock up and head home. I can drop you off at your place, save you the taxi fee," he proposes, a flicker of kindness in his gaze.

"Thank you, Detective. I would appreciate that very much," you reply gratefully, acknowledging his offer.

Together, you step out into the relentless downpour, the rain immediately soaking through your clothes. Minho swiftly unlocks his car, holding the door open for you, a gesture of chivalry. You climb into the passenger seat, a shiver coursing through your body as the cold rainwater clings to your skin. Minho shuts the door and dashes to the driver's side, water dripping from his hair and clothes. As he starts the engine, the car roars to life, its comforting hum filling the space. The interior feels warm and cozy, offering solace from the relentless rain. Soft illumination from the dashboard lights bathes the cabin as Minho adjusts the temperature and activates the windshield wipers. The rhythm of rain on the roof serves as a soothing backdrop as the two of you pull away from the agency and onto the road.

Curiosity sparks within you, breaking the silence. "I'm curious, how did you figure out the type of trees in the photo?" you inquire, stealing a glance at Minho.

"My degree is in ecology," he reveals, his voice carrying a note of pride. "It comes in handy at times."

You muse aloud, your gaze shifting to the raindrops streaking across the car windows. "And how did you become a detective?" you venture, genuinely intrigued.

A subtle, smothered chuckle escapes Minho, accompanied by a faint curl of his lips. Memories resurface, creating a momentary flicker in his eyes. "I had a troubled upbringing and ended up in prison. I learned from doing a lot of reading in there, and I guess I had a thing for criminology," he explains, his tone tinged with a mix of reflection and determination. "When I finally got out, someone offered to mentor me. They helped me channel my experiences into something that could aid others instead of causing harm."

Keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead, Minho concludes, "Thinking like a criminal is much easier when you've been one."

Curiosity piques your interest further, compelling you to probe deeper. "What did you do?" you inquire, your voice laced with genuine intrigue.

"We don't have to delve into that. Trust me, it won't paint a pretty picture," Minho deflects, occasionally stealing glances in your direction. "And what about you? What's your story?"

As the miles pass, you engage in small talk, cautiously revealing fragments of your respective lives. Each guarded, harboring past traumas unbeknownst to the other. As your destination draws nearer, the rain eases, the storm relinquishing its fury. The atmosphere within the car begins to shift, as a sense of cautious optimism replaces the earlier tension. It feels like a turning point, a pivotal moment where the answers you have sought for so long are finally within reach.

Minho pulls up outside your residence, the gentle purr of the car's engine fading as he turns off the ignition. Turning to face you, his eyes reflect a blend of determination and concern. "We're here," he states softly, his voice laced with anticipation.

Meeting his gaze, a flicker of gratitude glimmers in your eyes. "Thank you for everything, Detective. You have no idea how much this means to me," you express, genuine appreciation resonating in your words.

Minho offers a small, heartfelt smile. "Call me Minho. Since we're partners now, I suppose it's okay," he suggests, his voice laced with a hint of camaraderie.

The sound of a saxophone fills the car, the radio emitting a captivating riff. Minho adjusts the volume, his actions captivating your attention. You realize you have been lingering, delaying your departure. Despite your drenched state and weariness, you find yourself stalling. Minho's actions hold a magnetic pull, the weight of the investigation and an unspoken attraction hanging palpably in the air. He leans in slightly, bridging the gap between you, the charged atmosphere electrifying the space. His hand gently brushes a rain-soaked strand of hair away from your face, a touch both tender and exhilarating. His eyes betray a momentary hesitation, flicking toward your lips before diverting his gaze to the car's ignition, restarting the engine.

"Eight o'clock sharp, got it?" he asserts authoritatively, his voice resolute. Handing you a card, he adds, "Call me if you need anything before then."

You take the card, studying it briefly, gratitude filling your heart.

With a nod of finality, you turn and make your way towards your front door, the echoes of raindrops fading into the background. The sound of Minho's engine revving as he drives off lingers in your ears. You close your door, pausing for a moment to replay the recent encounter in your mind. A faint smile tugs at the corner of your lips, but it quickly fades as the memory of your sister's disappearance resurfaces, dampening the moment.

Minho parks his car in the garage of his apartment complex, his footsteps echoing in the empty space as he gathers his belongings. Tucking his trenchcoat under his arm, he navigates towards the elevator lobby, stopping momentarily to retrieve the mail from his mailbox. Disappointment flickers across his features as he finds nothing of note. He locks the mailbox and steps into the waiting elevator, lost in his thoughts as he ascends to the seventh floor. The forced wait within the confined space allows his mind to wander. The woods near the water tower, the enigmatic cabin—how were they connected to Alesha's disappearance? Tomorrow, he decides, he will need to gather more information from you.

You.

Arriving home, Minho leans against the wall for support, slipping off his heels one by one, leaving them alongside his sneakers near the door. He places his briefcase on the small, round table in his living room, his hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, tossing it into the laundry basket outside his bedroom. Unbuttoning his pants, he sits on the edge of his bed, his thoughts consuming him. Who would send those photos? What could their motive be after all these years? Why now?

A soft squeak pierces the silence, drawing Minho's attention to his furry companion. He scratches under the cat's chin, momentarily distracted from his musings. Resting his elbows on his knees, he rests his chin on his fists, contemplating aloud, "If this is a lead, it means the sender wants the case solved. But why not involve the police? Why remain anonymous?" The purring cat curls up beside him, a comforting presence in his solitary world.

“Let’s say this person genuinely wants the case solved. Why? How would it benefit them?” Minho's mind races ahead, thoughts swirling faster than he can articulate. “Because what if someone else is involved? I’d only breadcrumb someone to the culprit if I want them arrested, but then—why not give it to the police? Why not reveal your identity?”

Another squeak interrupts his train of thought, reminding him to focus on the present. “Soonie, I can always count on you to remind me to pay attention to you.” he murmurs affectionately, nuzzling the cat before rising to his feet. Stripping off his pants and underwear, he turns the shower knob, adjusting it to the desired temperature. Steam fills the bathroom, enveloping him as he steps beneath the hot cascade. The water reddens his pale skin, washing away the day's weight with a deep breath.

Minho lives alone in a modest one-bedroom apartment, his domain shared with his three feline companions. A few close friends exist in his life, but the demands of his work leave little time for socializing. Conversations with friends in marketing and business often feel stilted, as he stays disconnected from popular culture. However, he has developed a bond with Jisung, the bartender at Jerry's, often seeking refuge in the establishment to unwind and glean valuable information from inebriated patrons. Jisung's night shift schedule clashes with Minho's daytime investigations, limiting their opportunities to catch up.

And a partner? Forget about it. He had all but forgotten how to properly court someone, and nobody was willing to comply with his outrageously out of whack work/life balance beyond a one night stand anyway.

Coming home is a stark reminder of Minho's solitude, a condition he embraces for the most part. He has cultivated a reputation for being aloof, fitting the role perfectly. Like any dedicated professional, he relishes the moments spent on his couch, sipping beer and losing himself in mindless television. Yet, a persistent unease gnaws at him, highlighting the dissatisfaction that lingers beneath the surface.

Thoughts of you infiltrate his mind once more, and he glances towards his phone, though he is still firmly planted on his comfortable couch, dressed in lounge pants. His mind drifts, wondering about your current whereabouts.…were you already asleep? Or were you up, unable to fall asleep either? What did you think about when you were home? And did you live alone? With someone?

Suppressing a yawn, Minho finally acknowledges his body's fatigue, realizing it's time to rest. "Eight o'clock sharp," he murmurs, tilting his head back on the couch as his heavy eyelids succumb to sleep, shutting out the world.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The piercing sound of the alarm jolts Minho awake, propelling him upright on the couch. Startled, two formerly resting cats scatter at his sudden movement. He sucks in a sharp breath, gripping the back of his neck, feeling the strain from falling asleep on the couch like a fool once again. Scanning the living room, he notes that the sky is still dark, but the clock indicates it's already six in the morning. With a resigned sigh, Minho drags himself into the bedroom, silencing the alarm by forcefully pressing his fist onto the button. He rubs his eyes, fighting the temptation to crawl back into bed. It always seems inviting when he has to leave but rarely when he returns home after a long day's work.

Yet, there is a glimmer of hope that he may make a significant breakthrough in this case, finally cracking it open after years of being dormant. Fueled by determination, he dresses himself and leaves his apartment, heading to the agency to meet you at the agreed-upon time.

As he pulls up to the agency, Minho is momentarily taken aback by the presence of you and Kevin, the attorney who rents an office down the hall. Your smile is wide, something he hadn’t seen himself yet. What could Kevin be saying to make you so happy? He was as interesting as a wallpaper peeling.

Beep Beep.

Minho rolls down the passenger window, lowering his head to shoot you a disarming smile. “Are you ready?” he asks, his tone cool but polite.

"Morning there, Detective!" Kevin greets him with a wave, fully aware that Minho isn't one for exchanging idle pleasantries. He is taken aback when Minho responds with a curt nod, his lips pressed tightly together, acknowledging the greeting, albeit with a touch of frostiness.

You bid farewell, but before you step into the car, the attorney stops you. He hands you his card with a smile, holding the door open for you to enter Detective Lee's car. Minho discreetly rolls his eyes, seizing the brief moment while you buckle your seatbelt. As he drives off, the low hum of the radio fills the space, broadcasting the morning news.

"You know Kevin?" he asks casually.

"No? Well, I mean, I know him now, but we just met a few minutes ago. Why?" you reply, curiosity tinged in your voice.

"No reason, just thought you two looked friendly," he says, his words carrying a hint of observation.

You narrow your eyes, finding it peculiar that he took note of such a detail, but then again, he is a detective, right? Perhaps you're reading too much into it. Settling back into your seat, you retrieve several envelopes from your bag.

"The police had already gone through these and deemed them worthless during the initial investigation," you explain, tracing your fingers along the cursive signature of your sister's name on one of the aged envelopes. "They were letters she exchanged with Pierre, an exchange student from France."

You continue, "He interned at our father's bank before abruptly dropping out and returning to France with little explanation. At least, that's what Alesha told me. But now, after last night, I stayed up rereading them, and... I don't know, something feels off."

Minho nods, a flicker of impressed admiration visible in his half grin. "Is Pierre still around? Does anyone have contact with him?"

You shrug, shuffling through the letters, scanning them for any overlooked mentions. "Once he left, only Alesha kept in touch with him. Dad was solely focused on quickly filling the vacant spot at the bank."

"What about 'em feels off?" Minho inquires.

"Just the way Alesha questioned him about his reasons for leaving. Initially, he claimed he was homesick, but then it changed to his grandmother falling ill. The letters from those times... they're like a year apart," you explain, your brows furrowing.

"Good eye," Minho remarks, glancing at you briefly. His gaze drifts towards the bag in your lap before returning to the road. "You still got your weapon?"

"Of course," you reply confidently.

"Is it registered?" he probes further.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease playfully, folding the letters neatly and placing them back inside. Your bag finds a spot on the floor by your feet.

"Yeah, I kind of need to know. If you go off shooting someone, it brings the cops into the mix, and they tend to get in my way. Things would go smoother if you have proper paperwork for the weapon," Minho explains.

"My gun is registered, and I'm licensed to carry. I've passed my foundational training for self-defense. Is that the answer you want?" you sassily retort, eliciting a snicker from him. He steals another glance in your direction, his gaze piercing through you as if he can peer into your inner thoughts.

Well then, kiss me.

"That's the answer the cops want to hear, so it's good enough for me," he says, refocusing his attention on the road. You confirm that he does not possess mind-reading capabilities. Why did such a thought cross your mind? It's neither the time nor the place, and he's certainly not the ideal person for such fantasies.

You lean forward, turning up the news report, to distract yourself from your thoughts that went rampant in the near-silence he seemed to enjoy. Was he a psychopath? No, of course not, a psychopath wouldn’t take in a stray alleycat. But they can be quite manipulative, and then also, you still don’t know what he did to end up in prison…

The car engine grumbles to a halt, and you take a moment to survey your surroundings. Houses dot the block, and the car is parked on the street. Minho steps out, removing his coat and scarf and tossing them onto the backseat. He scans the area, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. From the passenger's side, you observe as he leans on the center console, his big brown eyes locking with yours, the scent of coffee, cigarettes, and cologne lingering on his breath.

"Can you open that for me?" Minho gestures to the glove compartment, closer to you than him, aware of your close proximity and opting not to get any closer for now.

You oblige, clicking open the glove compartment, revealing a gun resting atop various receipts and letters. You gingerly retrieve it, carefully handing it face down to him.

"Thanks," he says, standing up and closing the car door, tucking the gun into the back of his pants as he adjusts them. His gaze sweeps over the visible street names, houses, and parked cars. He shields his eyes from the morning sun, filtering through the thick clouds in the gray sky.

It's going to rain again today, that was for certain.

Lowering his hand, his gaze settles on the imposing white globe of the water tower. He turns to look at the house behind him, confident that he has led both of you to a promising starting point. He begins walking forward, momentarily forgetting your presence until you call out for him to slow down, struggling to catch up. He halts, realizing your need, and waits for you to join him. His eyes shift to the vast land extending into the forest, obstructed by a black diamond chain fence, towering nearly eight feet high.

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he rests his hands on his hips. Stepping back, he assesses the fence, considering whether he should try to scale it. Then he looks back at you.

"Can you climb this?" he asks, as if it were a feat within the reach of an average human.

"N-No?" you stammer, feeling a sense of intimidation. He nibbles on his lip thoughtfully, searching for an alternative solution. Finally, his gaze lands on the neighboring house, and he points towards it, his finger tracing a line from the front door to the backyard that extends into the treeline.

"We could enter from there, but we'll have to go through the house," Minho suggests. "But if they're not too welcoming, we'll have to scale the fence. I mean... we could drive further down, but this is exactly the direction depicted in the photo. I don't think we'll get a better opportunity. Anything else would introduce too many variables."

You glance back at the house, your arms tightly crossed over your chest. Then you turn to Minho and nod firmly. "We have to try."

"I like that attitude, partner," Minho remarks, his arm draping over your shoulders as he guides your gaze, sharing his observations and the profile he has mentally constructed of the household. He points to the car parked in front of the garage door, indicating its size and potential seating capacity. "That's a full-sized sedan. I can tell from here it seats at least five, maybe six," he explains, redirecting your attention to the front yard. "There's a childproof gate there, so it's a family." His finger then lands on the tall pole holding the American flag. "They're patriotic, so it's likely a cookie-cutter family with a military dad or son," he deduces, scanning the surroundings until his eyes fall on a sticker adorning the vehicle's bumper.

"Veteran. It's the dad," he concludes, straightening his posture and nodding at his deductions. "Follow my lead... Oh, take this," he says, pulling his gun from his trousers and handing it to you. "Put it in your bag."

You comply, feeling the weight of the weapon as you zip up your bag. Walking alongside the detective, you watch as he raises his fist and lightly knocks on the door three times. Stepping back, he patiently waits, attentively listening to the sounds emanating from within. He distinguishes a shrill squeal followed by the quick pitter-patter of footsteps, indicating the presence of a small child, perhaps even two. A woman's voice joins the commotion, accompanied by heavier footsteps approaching the door. The door opens, revealing the mother with an infant resting on her hip, their eyes as strikingly green as each other's. The woman peers at both of you through rectangular lenses, curiosity etched on her face. Suddenly, a crash echoes from inside, and she steps back, calling out, "Daniel, please!" She then turns her attention back to you both. "May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry to bother you, but my wife and I are trying to get to my brother's wedding, and we made a wrong turn, ending up here. Do you mind if we use your phone to give them a call and let them know we'll be late? I'm the best man, and I just feel awful about this," Minho explains with a remorseful tone.

"Oh, I... that does sound awful! Come on in, please. My husband is great with directions; he might be able to help you get back on the right track! A best man can't be late," she says, wincing as another crash resonates through the home. "DANIEL JEREMIAH!"

Wide-eyed, you find yourselves abandoned in the living room as she rushes after the source of the noise. Pinned closely to Minho, you follow his lead as he subtly navigates through the living room, adopting an innocent demeanor as if searching for a restroom. You seamlessly merge into the kitchen, where the sliding patio door provides an escape route to the backyard.

"Your wife?" you whisper, questioning the authenticity of the story.

"It worked, didn't it?" Minho shushes you, ensuring that no one is within earshot. He slides the door open and steps outside. It's at this moment that the aroma of burning charcoal fills his nostrils, and he spots a nearby grill, cursing under his breath.

"Excuse me? Who the hell are you?" The bearded man calls out from his chair, his glasses perched atop his bald head.

"We're lost, and your wife was kind enough to offer us the use of your phone. Sorry if we wandered too far," Minho responds, modulating his voice to exude an innocent charm. Maybe he is a psychopath…

"Yeah, well, the phone's in there," the man grumbles, pointing towards the house. He takes a swig of his beer and places it on the table before making his way back to the house with a slight limp. You notice it, and you know Minho probably does too. This man isn’t capable of chasing after you two if you can get some distance between you.

Thinking quickly, you start waving your arms frantically and screaming. "It's a bee!" you shriek, stumbling backward. Minho is perplexed, trying to understand what's happening as he tries to calm you down and locate the imaginary insect.

"Wait! Calm down, will you!?" Minho shouts, gripping both of your arms to halt your frantic movements. You both freeze, breathing heavily, and gaze at each other in bewilderment.

“I can’t calm down, I’m allergic–honey–remember?” you say through gritted teeth before snatching your arms away and resuming your flailing, screaming about bees once more. With that, you rush off towards the woods. Minho's eyes widen in realization, his mouth forming a perfect "O" shape as he looks back at the bewildered old man, offering an apologetic glance.

"Sorry, I'll be right back. I have to go after her," Minho offers.

“Like hell you do boy, or you won’t hear the end of it the whole car ride home!” The man waves Minho off and the detective takes off in a sprint after you. You can hear his footsteps behind you, gradually catching up, but you keep running deeper into the woods until you eventually slow down to a jog, completely out of breath. With a breathless laugh, you turn to face Minho, who slows down a few paces behind you, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath before straightening up.

"Now that..." he wags a finger at you, "that was clever." Closing the remaining distance between you, he squints his eyes at the trees ahead. He then glances back at the direction you came from, the water tower still visible above the trees, but now further away.

You unzip your bag, handing him back his weapon that he tucks into the back of his pants again before trudging forward.

“You said it wouldn’t paint a pretty picture if you told me what you did to get in prison, so…what do you care what I think about you? After this case is over, it’s not like it matters what I think.” You say, stepping over fallen branches here and there and trying to stay stable on rocks lodged into the dirt as you walk alongside Minho.

“Nice try.” He says, ducking under a low branch as he walks. “How about I tell you once we solve this case?”

“Are you inferring you’ll keep in contact with me once we solve this case, Detective?”

He looks at you with a grin. “You’re drawing a lot from one statement, perhaps you’re projecting something?”

“Perhaps I am.” You reply boldly.

The banter between you two continues, but the unspoken tension hangs thick in the air. Instead of addressing it directly, you both delve deeper into the case, exchanging details and theories. As you walk, the terrain becomes increasingly challenging. The uneven forest floor causes you to stumble several times, almost twisting your ankle. To assist you, Minho takes hold of your hand, offering support as you navigate the rocky path. The sound of a nearby stream reaches your ears, bringing a sense of tranquility. However, when Minho hears it, he comes to an abrupt halt, his gaze fixed on the surrounding woods.

"Eastern Black Oak trees. They're often found near creeks and streams," he explains, slowly turning his head until he spots the distant water tower, now a mere blur. Whipping back around, he points, his voice filled with urgency. "Do you see that?"

You follow his gaze and your eyes widen. "Th-that's it!" you exclaim, your voice filled with disbelief. "I-I think that's it!"

"Stay close," Minho commands, his hands firmly planted on your shoulders. He locks eyes with you, his intense gaze capturing your attention. "If anything goes wrong, you need to run, okay? Run and get help. Don't try to be a hero, got it?”

Nodding in understanding, you respond, "You're kind of scaring me."

"Crime is scary. I'm telling it like it is because I believe you can handle it. This is what you signed up for when you asked for my help. Usually, I do this on my own. Now, you can turn back and use that family's phone to call a taxi and go back home where it's safe, or you can trust me and come find out what happened to your sister." Minho releases his grip on your shoulders, giving you the space to contemplate.

"Either way, I'll lose sleep over another cold case. This is my life—it has been for 17 years. Nothing changes for me. I work to make sure the changes happen for people like you.”

Being in this place, the very location your sister spoke of before her disappearance, brings back a flood of traumatic memories. The sleepless nights filled with fear, the constant dread of whether her captor would come for you next, the tormenting thoughts of her suffering at the hands of a twisted killer.

Minho's hand on your arm brings you back to the present, his touch gentle and reassuring. He begins to speak, but you interrupt him.

"Let's go."

That's all you manage to say as you forge ahead fueled by pure adrenaline. Minho joins you, and as you draw closer, there it is—the cabin from the photos. You can't help but pause, your breath catching in your throat as you gaze up at its dark, foreboding windows. Meanwhile, he takes a slow walk around the perimeter, peering into the windows and assessing the cabin's condition.

“Well if someone did live here, they haven’t for a very long time.” Minho's conclusion reverberates in your ears, though your focus remains fixated on the thunderous pounding of your own heart. He steps back towards the front door, confirming its locked status before bracing himself. With a powerful kick from his foot, the door splinters and flies open, accompanied by the clattering of screws onto the wooden floor. Seeing him draw his gun, you fumble to retrieve yours, eager to stay close behind him rather than be left alone in the daunting woods.

Silently, you survey the cabin with wide eyes as Minho cautiously progresses. He gestures for you to stay back as he eases open the door to a room on the right, his gun poised at eye level. The room is dusty, adorned with cobwebs, and scattered with empty cans and litter, but otherwise empty. Minho moves with agility, his steps barely making a sound as he crosses the hall to the other room. Opening the door, you catch a glimpse of a small bathroom as he approaches the shower and yanks the curtain back, his face contorting with disgust.

Relocating his gun to the back of his pants, Minho turns to face you. "A dead rat, almost completely decomposed," he informs you, stepping back into the hallway and surveying the surroundings. "Otherwise, we're all clear." He gazes at you expectantly. "Recognize anything? Any memories?"

You shake your head. "Nothing's ringing a bell."

"Hm." Minho paces around the living area, his eyes scanning the walls. The absence of personal photos is notable, replaced by framed wildlife and landscape imagery, coated in a thick layer of dust. However, something catches his attention, prompting him to take a step back. He withdraws the photos from his pocket, shuffling through them until his gaze locks onto the deer head above the mantle.

His eyes shift from the photo to the actual mantle, and he immediately notices the glaring disparity—the deer head is conspicuously absent. As he takes in the scene, he realizes another detail: the small clock on the mantle is missing as well. With a growing sense of intrigue, he approaches the clock, now positioned on the opposite side from the photo. It's in a dilapidated state, covered in dust, but he picks it up nonetheless, examining it closely, his mind racing.

"I would send the photos because I want the case solved," Minho muses aloud, his fingers exploring the clock's grooves. "I would lead you right to the answer—perhaps for revenge? Otherwise, I would have involved myself sooner..." He sticks his fingernail underneath the battery tab, popping the piece out and his doe-eyes widen at the small key inside. Just as he begins to formulate his thoughts--

"Detective!"

Your voice echoes from the room that Minho had unlocked earlier, prompting him to rush in with his hand ready to draw his weapon. However, he finds you kneeling on the floor, pressing your hands against the wooden surface. His gaze follows your intent, and that's when he notices it—a lock embedded in a door that conceals whatever lies below. He joins you, slowly lowering himself to his knees, the key held out before him as his eyes meet yours.

"How are you doing?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"A little shaky from the adrenaline, but I'm alright," you respond honestly. Minho nods, acknowledging your state, and leans forward to unlock the latch, flipping it open. As you both stand up, you lend your strength to lift the heavy door, its piercing creak reverberating through the air as it reveals a set of stone stairs descending into a pitch-black lower level.

"I don't know about this. Maybe we should call the cops..." you trail off, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Minho ignores your suggestion, determined to forge ahead. With his gun drawn, he advances down the stairs, his focused footsteps echoing in the darkness. You groan, scanning the room for something that could aid your exploration. Your eyes land on a partially burned candle nestled in a holder, accompanied by a box of matches, resting on a small table near the window. Swiftly, you seize the candle and strike a match, its flame casting a flickering glow as you cautiously make your way downstairs. Minho stands in the center of the room, surveying his surroundings—an empty expanse devoid of any notable objects. The shelves are bare, a solitary wooden table leans against the wall, and a few cardboard boxes are strewn about.

He places his shoe against one of the boxes, squinting and tilting his head to read the faded stamp. A half-smirk emerges on his face as he looks back at you. "Well, well, well, mademoiselle," he utters with a trace of satisfaction. "It seems we might have ourselves a lead."

Your horror is palpable, etched onto your features as you catch sight of the label on the box:

AIR MAIL - PARIS, FRANCE

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Autoresponder

Act 6, page 4550-4551

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

TT: Roxy.

TT: Awake yet?

TT: Guess not.

TT: Let me know.

TG: whoaa

TG: damn

TG: hey dirk

TG: hada crazy dream

TT: There you are.

TT: But I see your dream self hasn't returned.

TT: You must be tying one the fuck on tight already.

TG: mybe i am

TG: like a bow of ribbone

TG: on a beiuetuifiul ponny

TT: Man, how can you be this much drunker than last time we talked?

TT: What the hell are you even drinking?

TG: ok but 2 b fair

TG: *beiuetuifiul

TG: was an intentional typo 4 ur benefit

TG: cuz i kno you loves tha po's

TT: It's a beiuet.

TG: so you spyin on me in derse ville again??

TT: Yeah.

TG: fuckin perv

TG: like what you see there? ;)

TT: I see precisely jack shit and a side of fuckall.

TT: That's the point.

TT: You got too sauced up and went rogue again. You're out there in your weird drifting stupor, independent of your waking self's awareness.

TG: you gonna go after me again

TG: get on your hornse

TG: galloop me home like prince charming back to swoon kingdong

TG: *OOOMG blushblushbluh

TT: No.

TT: In thinking it over, it's sort of a relief. Simplifies things somewhat.

TT: It's better you stay out there for a while.

TT: There's been a problem.

TG: whatd you do now

TT: Ok, I fucked up.

TT: I kind of made a mess here, and I'm not sure what to do about it yet.

TG: ??>

TT: No need for you to worry about it for now. I'll figure something out.

TT: Until then I'm just going to prepare for our session, while I think it over.

TG: zzzzzz

TG: what a surprise another mysfery for you to keep to yourself an overly cerebralize

TG: snooorre

TG: hey lets talk about something cool instead

TG: like the dream i had

TT: Ok.

TG: first i had some ordinary boring dreams that i dont remember

TG: but then i dreamed that i woke up from the drema

TG: and things got way bright and surreal

TG: and i saw someone

TG: i think it was supposed to be my daughter

TT: Why do you think that?

TG: you know those dreams where u just know someones suppose to be someone

TT: No.

TG: ok well

TG: regulgar people have those im pretty sure all the time

TT: Are you thinking it was prophetic? Like a glimpse of the future?

TG: i dunno

TT: Because that's not really how the abyss works. It's not Skaia, and we aren't Prospit dreamers.

TT: There's nothing like that out in the abyss. If you drift far enough, there is only horror.

TT: Terrible, terrible horror.

TG: ok but im not sayin it was a futuredream!

TG: it was just a glimple and it felt real and all im saying is it was a cool dream that i wish was real

TG: * glimpse

TT: Well, maybe it was.

TT: Maybe there's no fanciful game-supplied mechanism of prognostication involved here, and you're just an ordinary, run of the mill psychic.

TT: I guess that's possible.

TG: hey dick

TG: *dirk

TG: whaaaat do u think

TG: it would be like

TG: if we had kids

TT: What would it be like?

TT: Inconvenient, mostly.

TG: no i mean

TG: what would they be like

TG: th kids

TG: u ever think about it?

TT: Can't really say I have.

TG: you know for an eccantric guy you can be boring as fuck sometimes

TT: Sorry, Rox.

TT: For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl.

TT: Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

TG: shuuuucks buster its just a fun lil hyphothetical to daydream about

TG: why you need to suck the fun out of shit

TG: like some turd hungry dracula

TG: its not like im lobbyin for you to hook me up with a whole mess of fuckin babbies

TG: or thats im holding on to any such delsusion thats even a remote possibility.....

TG: le siiiiiign..////

TT: Le sign?

TG: yes le sign you heard me

TT: Do you mean * le sigh?

TG: hmm nup

TG: ima stickin with le sign

TG: goign down with the shit

TG: *shi[p

TG: the S.S. LE SIGN, starring cap'n rolal

TT: What does le sign actually mean in this context?

TG: oh come on

TT: Come on what?

TG: LE SIGN IS UNIVERSALLY UNDERSTOOT TO MEAN TOO BAD HES GAY YOU DELIBERABLY OBTUSE DUNDERFUCK

TT: I mean, yeah, that's what I thought.

TT: It would just be cool if you'd refrain from tossing about such antediluvian terms.

TG: antediulivan waht

TG: me sayin ur gay u mean

TT: Yes.

TG: ok but terminology aside i dont think im off base!

TT: I don't see how it has to be a thing.

TG: i rly think its an actual thing bro

TT: Once upon a time, sure.

TT: But the world has changed a lot.

TT: Ever peek in a history book between your wizardly indulgences? This is a nuanced topic.

TG: man i know about the histories

TG: just

TG: believe me

TG: its a thig

TT: How is it a thing?

TG: its a thing beaucase if it wasnt a thing then u wouldnt be all like...........

TT: All like what?

TG: well wantin nothing to do w me 4 starties

TT: Don't be ridiculous.

TT: I have more to do with you than any dude could possibly bargain for.

TT: And I like it just fine.

TG: what a totatly lame + sweet answer simultaneouslay

TG: <3

TT: Yeah.

TT: Now maybe we should direct our focus on a matter which has nothing at all to do with what does or doesn't qualify as "a thing", or what our fantasy alt-universe offspring would be like, or anything like that.

TT: Such as this game, and whether you're in the best condition to be piloting Jane's connection.

TT: Maybe you could use another nap?

TG: my condidions just fine

TG: and anyway

TG: what aint gonna get slept offis the fact that i still dont think we should be touchin this bs witch game w a 20 foot 3dent

TG: we both know her plans need us to

TT: I know that. But I thought we settled this.

TG: its still so frustrating

TG: tellin jane about the dangers

TG: and even if shes being polite i just know she thinks im fulla crap

TG: about EVREYTHING

TT: We settled this too. She'll believe everything eventually.

TT: Why bother working so hard to convince her?

TG: well i dont even do that for the most part

TG: but it gets tiring and saddening

TG: knowing that

TG: even when were not activly talkin bout it

TG: that my best friend cant bring herself to believe some really basic things about my life

TG: like the shitty things the baroness has done to us

TG: or about our upbringin

TG: like

TG: do u know how misrable it is for your bff to doubt you

TG: when you tell her your mom is dead

TT: I guess.

TT: It just registers for me as a reaction which isn't completely unreasonable from her perspective.

TT: She is inundated with media coverage of those whom we've claimed as our parental figures.

TT: That they are not presently alive nor ever played that role for us as she understands it is just an extension of a much more elaborate and far reaching explanation, which is much harder for anyone to digest in its entirety.

TT: Well, anyone who isn't Jake, I mean.

TT: Still say you should cut her some slack.

TG: i know

TT: And need I remind you,

TT: That the potential this game provides for their resurrection is what motivated you to investigate it in the first place?

TG: no i remember

TG: i told u a million tines shit sounds like it could be the best thing EVAAAAAR

TG: * wherein evars capsed as heck

TG: but also that no matter how awesome it might be

TG: its probly gonna advance all the schemes of "her condescension"

TT: Right.

TT: But if we can stop her?

TG: part of me doesnt even want to give her the satsfaction

TG: of startin up at all

TG: like if we didnt wuolndt that wreck her shit just so hiliariously???

TG: so many olols

TT: I must be hard of counting, because I'm barely racking up a single goddamn o-laugh-out-loud at that self-defeating gesture.

TG: no but it would

TG: and for all we know starting it up is playing right in her claws....

TG: could be a trap waintin for jane the moment she enters

TG: if i stop her from playing

TG: maybe i could at leat give her a CHANCE at a future

TT: But there is no future on Earth for them.

TT: Or for us, for that matter.

TG: dunno that for a fact

TG: but anywaaaayyyy

TG: i kinda already

TG: made this bogus file for her

TT: What? Why?

TG: 2 scare the shit out of her

TG: make her learn to fear an respect the fuckin hag like she should

TG: then maybe we can drop this whole in game meetup slash reserection idea all 2 geth

TG: sweet tho it may bey

TT: Rox.

TT: I hope you're not thinking about sending her one of your batshit ~ATH scripts.

TG: on thas sobject

TG: i am miss zuipperpips

TT: Miss Zuipperpips?

TT: The amount of sense you haven't been making is un-fucking-real.

TT: Just go take a nap. And don't even think about sending her that file.

TT: Are you listening?

TG: hnnn

TG: i will take what u say

TG: underd serisous advicement...,

TG: *WONK* ~_?

TT: Jesus.

TG: dirk

TG: when did you stop bein any fun

TT: What?

TG: it use to be youd get a kick out off a slunt like that

TG: *stunt

TT: Man, you know I'm down with insane stunts.

TT: Insane stunts are practically all I'm all about.

TT: As long as I actually AGREE with the purpose they're intended to serve.

TT: Destroying Jane's computer and dissuading her from playing is not such a purpose.

TG: betcha ur responder would agree w me

TG: why cant your be more like him

TT: I am more like him.

TG: i mean MOAAAR like him

TT: You just mispelled "more", causing me to suddenly understand jack everything.

TG: hes more in touch with his feelins

TG: which just makes me L my FA off since hes a bobot

TG: *robob

TG: **bobob

TG: and he can actually loosen up sometimes

TG: kinda like u used to could

TT: I used to could?

TG: for 1 thing

TG: he doesnt insta shootdown a bip of frisky rp shenans now n then ;)

TT: Yeah...

TT: I kind of wish you wouldn't do that with him.

TG: why the f not

TT: It just seems a little tawdry and disrespectful.

TT: And vaguely exploitative of a still-emergent cognitive entity, whose perceptional frame of reference is difficult for us to comprehend.

TG: oh come on

TG: hes cool a guy just liek you its just he lives in some shades

TT: It rubs me the wrong way, is all.

TG: ohhhh

TG: do uuuuuu...

TG: WANT me 2 rub you the right way ;D

TT: Not really.

TG: zzz muh

TG: youre over blowin this

TG: its just an ironic funny thing we do some times

TG: come on im sure you read the transcripts urself

TG: its all alot of jokestery buiishit

TT: He blocks me from being able to read transcripts sometimes.

TG: oh

TG: wow he does?

TG: sneaky bastart

TT: And anyway, I'm really not sure how ironic it is.

TG: ok next time i will run it by the MASTAR first

TG: with his fancy fuckin ironimeter

TT: Ok, here's the thing with the AR, since you still don't seem to get it.

TT: He's very similar to me in thought process and behavior, yes.

TT: But those patterns were imported from a thirteen year old version of my psyche, and then sealed into the program as starting parameters.

TT: In the years since, we've both evolved somewhat. I, as humans tend to, and he, in whatever way is natural for a frequently running, self-aware application.

TT: So if there are differences between us, they're first reflected by what I feel is a maturity gap, and then further by several years of minor behavioral divergences.

TG: omg...

TG: hes 13yo dirk

TG: why did than not occur to me that is so cute

TG: and makes me feel kinda skeevy 4 sayin anything lascivious @ him

TG: dammit you ruin everything!

TT: You're welcome.

TT: Yo, you guys realize I can hear you, right?

TG: pfffffhahaha

TT: Yes, I was aware.

TT: Check out all these complicated fucking problems people have when they have to live in big lumbering fleshmonsters instead of a sweet pair of shades.

TT: Dude, do you think you could sit this one out for a while? This conversation practically doesn't even concern you at this point.

TT: It seems there is some gnarly crooked number that represents the percentage of probability you just said this doesn't concern me.

TT: Even though it's patently obvious that half the conversation, like, way totally concerns me.

TT: Shit, Roxy look. He's doing the thing where he ironically pretends to fail the Turing test to sass me into submission.

TT: Even though I was the one who fucking programmed him to do that.

TG: ell

TG: emm

TG: eff

TG: ayy

TG: OFF~~!~

TG: like my butt is juts there on the floor

TG: is how hard i elled it off just now

TT: (Not peekin' at the floor butt cause I'm only 13 years old, motherfuckers.)

TT: This is fuckin' dumb.

TT: I'm going to leave both of you to interact however you want. I have important shit to deal with and actual responsibilities to take seriously.

TT: Roxy, go nap off your drink, or aggressively wage another flirtlarping campaign, whatever, I don't care.

TT: Just don't send that file to Jane, ok?

timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

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loveronlineee · 2 years ago

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Nightowl (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: eeeever so slightly suggestive thing near the end

Synopsis: Eddie wakes up in the middle of the night to find that his girlfriend still hasn’t slept

Y/N notes: smaller than Eddie

Request for an Anon! As a night owl this one spoke to me

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Wanna request something? Look here!

“Y/N?” Eddie said in his groggy half awake voice. He propped himself up on his elbows and squinted to the other side of the room. Y/N was sat in front of their TV. The light from the screen making him able to see her. She turned to him.

“Shit sorry Eds did I wake you?” She asked softly. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

“No no it’s fine. What are you doing?” He asked, sitting up properly.

“Watching a movie.”

“What time is it?”

“Like 3am?”

“Don’t you have work at 7?”

“Yeah but that’s future Y/N’s problem.” Eddie rolled his eyes and flopped his head back down on the pillow.

“Ugh why are you making me the responsible one?” He reluctantly pulled the blanket off of himself and got out of bed, making his way over to his girlfriend. He turned the tv off.

“Hey! Wha-“ Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off of the floor.

“Come on it’s time for bed.”

“Nooooo I’m not even sleepy yet!” Y/N jokingly whined like an annoying little kid, making Eddie chuckle. He dropped her on the bed and got back in on his side.

“Future Y/N will thank me for this.” Y/N groaned, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well present Y/N thinks you’re boring.” She huffed. “I hate that you’re right.”

“When am I not?” Y/N laughed, making Eddie grin. She turned on her side and waved her arm around trying to find him in the dark.

“Where are you?” She hit him in the face. “There you are.”

“Yeah thanks for that.” Eddie said sarcastically as they both snuggled closer.

“You’re welcome.” He wrapped his arm around Y/N as she hid her face in his neck.

“Now go to sleep.”

“But what if instead we-“

“We are going to sleep.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“That wandering hand of yours is saying enough. Go. To. Sleep.” Y/N sighed.

“Fine. But just so you know I was up for anything tonight and you missed out.” Eddie chuckled, knowing she was just trying to rile him up. “Goodnight Eds. Love you.” She said, muffled into his pyjama shirt.

“Love you too Y/N.”

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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Last ask i promise!! Just came back from reading all of ur enjou writing for real(made sure of it) and im fkgn hot as shit im bothered im gonna stay hornknee for the year thank u✋🏻😭💀(sorry for flooding ur ask box. Really i am)

I can't stop imagining him as an awkward virgin and is now sex crazed pussy drunk and can't life without breeding us every second of the day✋🏻😭🥲 now he's possessive as shit and can't even let another lector see us for two second too long🥺 no he wont attac his own kind no🥺, he just come to us and made sure we're his and his alone, we're okay if we get a little preggy no? For him? Right?🥺

hi hi anon!

oh it's fine! i don't mind you sending in enjou thirsts, in fact, i always look forward to them every time i post a new one! and it's fine that you flooded my inbox lol, i was just confused, so don't feel bad!

also yesss, i feel like enjou would start out as some awkward virgin who can't even fuck you properly, gets so flustered, and doesn't even know that he has such a big dick. but after becoming fuck buddies with you and then getting together with you, he's no longer the awkward and flustered enjou you'd fucked back in enkanomiya; now you can't even go a day without enjou fucking and cumming inside you at least once. not that you're complaining, in fact, you're enjoying yourself a little too much.

and i feel that while he'd been okay with leaving you in the company of a fellow lector or herald, he can't stop that deep itch that rises in his body that wants to keep you at his side no more than a few feet away at best. a clawed hand on the small of your back, hip, or your thigh, it doesn't matter, he craves having you close to him at all times, although he seems to like cuddling and enclosing around you when laying down, quite a lot actually. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this, but it isn't long before he gives in, if only a little. ( pls, he just wants attention and affection )

nsfw below!

being brought into the abyss was surely an experience, especially seeing as you weren't even supposed to be there in the first place, seeing as you were a human surrounded by countless abyss heralds, mages, and other lectors. they'd all stared you down, hungrily eyeing you like predators wanting to rip apart prey and eagerly watch it bleed out and die. so you just further edged yourself into enjou's side, and hold in your fear as best as you can whilst enjou glides alongside to where he'd said you could stay.

first, he had slipped off to the abyss majesty, the one who was behind all this, to at least inform them of your presence, of your relationship, and the benefits of keeping you around. it took him a while, with you standing nervously near some abyss herald's, who didn't seem too pleased to be having you within such close proximity, much less in the abyss with the rest of them, but they seemed to hold their much darker intentions back well enough. and for that reason, you just shut your mouth and keep your body stiff and upright.

when enjou returns, he silently waves off the heralds, and they grumble begrudgingly but leave peacefully, much to your relief. " e-enjou, i swear they were gonna kill me," you shudder and groan, a bit dramatically, but you deserved it. if it were for him, you'd definitely be torn to shreds, but torturously slowly as they peeled back your skin and exposed your twitching muscles-

" ughhhh," you cry out, hugging your arms into your body, enjou chuckling as he wraps an armored arm around your shoulders, assuring you that you did great and that you weren't gonna die. " would you like me to carry you?" he asks gently, and you nod vigorously, sighing happily as he scoops you up with ease, letting you wrap your legs and arms around his warm body, nuzzling your back into the nape of his warm neck, and you make sure to avoid the burnt-red spikes that jut from the crown of his head.

the area is nothing like you'd expectedーit resembles the architecture of enkanomiya, but somehow more foreign, more ancient. of course, it's not in ruins like the said area was, thank goodness, but you had still found it beautiful nonetheless. it's almost like a mansion, extravagant and beautiful and incredibly spacious, although much darker, and each time you peek outside, all you can see is a distorted, swirling mess of what resembles a starry whirlwind, and you can make out constellations that constantly glow in and out of existence, but are quickly snuffed out by the swirling darkness.

an endless darkness...

a part of you wonders if you'll be swallowed up by it completely if you got too careless, and you decide to keep that thought in mind as to never stray too far from where you reside. besides, you don't need to give the abyss mages and heralds any more reason to tear you apart.

enjou said that you could leave when you wished, like stepping back into your home as to not raise suspicions, as he reassures that he can always visit whenever he feels like it. but even you notice how he doesn't seem too keen on the idea of leaving your side for too long, seeming so stiff when you leave through the swirling portal. andー

he'd grown incredibly bolder and more handsy than when you'd first met him.

" e-enjou-HIIIIII?! O-OH, R-RIGHT THERE-THERE-!!♡♡" you shriek loudly, your voice breaking as you try and grip onto the black marble pillar in front of you. you can feel enjou's knot rubbing right against your sopping wet cunt, seemingly teasing you as you near another orgasm, like he knows how much you want him to shove it in already. but he's grown bolder, purposefully teasing you right when you're about to cum and slowing his thrusts, his monster cock pressed right up against your g-spot and driving you crazy. fuuucckkk, how long had he kept you going like this? you forgot after the fifth orgasm, but now you didn't care; you just wanted to cum around his huge cock and feel his cum inside of you already.

" M-MORE, E-ENJOU-OUGHHHH-!! P-PLEASHE, I-I'M GONNA-!" you can't stop moaning loudly, your body feels too good, utterly numb, and drunk on pleasure. you push your hips back in a desperate attempt to push his thick and bulbous knot in your oversensitive cunt, but a harsh squeeze to your hips leaves you reeling and choking back squeals. you can vaguely hear him darkly chuckle at your pathetic attempt, and as if to further taunt you, enjou starts to push his huge knot past your swollen pussy folds, and you moan happily. finally, oh god-!

" OUNMGHHHH-?! h-hey h-hold on-"

you groan when you feel enjou drag his hips back, pulling the rest his knot out of your soaked cunt and dragging his huge cock against the wet and tight walls of your contracting pussy. " e-enjou, p-pleashe...'m gonna cum, i wanna cum," you sob, turning your head to face the lector that's rubbing his knot against your pussy, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth. but you don't care, you just want him to knot you already and cum already. if you had to beg like a whore, then so be it.

enjou chuckles, sadistically amused by your desperate pleas and he gently squeezes your hips as if to reassure you. " i can't help it ( name )," he breathes heavily, voice as deep and distorted as ever," you're just so adorable y'know?" you loudly whine, your lips pursing together as you feebly glare at him, to which he laughs and presses his knot against your eager and awaiting cunt once more.

" haha, alright, no need to get so worked up now my love." he starts to push his knot past your folds once, and you let out a shaky, satisfied moan. you were so sensitive already, and you could already feel yourself-

"-HIIIIIIII?!"

you shriek as enjou shoves the entirety of his thick knot and the rest of his monster cock into your core, and it makes his thick head press and rub right up against your puckering cervix. just the force of his thrust alone forces your walls to spasm and pulse violently around his thick, and your moans become louder when you feel more of his creamy cum being forced into your wombーthere's no more room inside of you, he can't possibly-

" nonono, e-enjou, pleasheee-'s no more room-!! OUMNNNGHHHHH-?!"

" it's okay, it's oka-hnmghhhh! it'll fit inside of you-ghhhh-!"

he lets out animalistic moans as he grinds himself against you while he empties out his cum into you, with you losing your already weakened grip on the smooth pillar, but you still will yourself to hold on tight. your leg muscles have long since gotten used to being turned into jelly from the countless sessions with your beloved enjou, but they still shudder and shake out of reflex.

when you glance down, you can see your tummy bulging even more as it grows heavier with his cum, and a twinge of arousal momentarily finds life in your core, adding to the heavy sensation and making it feel even more pleasurable. haahh, shit, you were really a pervert for enjoying something as lewd and dirty as this.

weak whimpers escape your plush lips when you feel enjou's hips pull back from where he'd been pressed against the fat of your ass, and his knot begins to deflate before he slowly pulls his monster cock out of your tight pussy, groaning all the while as creamy rivulets leak out.

" mnnnhhhh-"

a particularly high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as he finally pulls his now limp cock out, and it becomes slightly louder as you feel his cum beginning to pour out onto the floor beneath you, and you let out a disappointed whimper, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full. your legs and arms are completely numb, and you can feel them starting to give out, but enjou seems to have seen that, thank god, and gently but quickly swings his magma red arms underneath the small of your back and under your legs.

" nmmm...thank you..." you softly whisper, lifting your head to stare at him, gingerly smiling before pressing your lips to the side of his armored face. he hums in content, and gingerly nuzzles his face into your hair as he attempts to stroke the underside of your calves with his warm fingers, but only succeeding in barely nudging them.

" would you like me to run a bath for you?" he questions, and you perk up at the mention of a nice, warm bath.

" yes pleaseee," you grin happily, dragging out your words as you begin to pepper enjou's face with soft kisses, cupping it and holding it in place so he wouldn't try and run away from your affections. said lector chuckles in happiness and lets you do so, having no desire to stop your affections. he seems to be happily soaking it up and basking in it.

it's an adorable sight really.

your enjou is so cute♡

" hnmmm! mnffffff!"

you bite back moans, your fingers digging into the desk in front of you as you try and ignore the lewd squelching that's coming from right behind you. right where enjou is busy pounding into your pussy from. instead, you try and focus on the aged book that lies open on the desk, but the way the lector sloppily slides his huge cock in and out of your cunt makes it hard to even properly hold the book still, much less focus on the small printed words.

" e-enjou, s-slow down sweeti-hiiiiiii?!" you bite down on your lower lip, hard enough to taste iron in your mouth and hiss as the pain, as he angles his thrusts perfectly into your g-spot, making your pussy walls spasm once more as white fills your vision and your thighs briefly clench up, before relaxing.

but enjou doesn't stop his thrusts; he keeps thrusting into you without abandon, letting out guttural groans as he keeps fucking up into you. he has one hand clenched around your hip while the other traps you against the desk, pressing your chest flat against the smooth surface.

" sh-shit, you're so tight around me love.." he groans, sighing in pleasure at how tightly you squeeze down around him and how good your pretty pussy feels around his monster cock. you can feel yourself stupidly smilingーenjou had been fucking you on a near-daily basis now, even more so than he'd normally. not that you minded, oh god no, you were utterly addicted to how well enjou fucked you. you had to admit, seeing him in his true lector form, towering over you, oozing power and knowing he could easily manhandle you and fit his huge monster cock in your small, tight pussy and fill you up with loads of thick cumー

fuck you were a pervert.

" enjou, don't stop fucking me, okay?♡♡"

you adjust your head until you're staring him right in his glowing red eyes, giving him the familiar perverted smile that he'd come to know and completely adore.

" keep on fucking me 'kay?♡♡" you whimper as you adjust your body, moaning at the sensation of enjou's monster cock rubbing against your walls with each move you make, and turning yourself over until you're lying on your back and facing your beloved lector. at your words, he begins to speed up, having now adjusted to the new position. you let out a series of happy moans, wrapping your legs around his waist and trapping him against your slick folds.

but you know he enjoys that more than anything else.

" mnghhhh! o-oh god yes♡-r-right there enjou♡, right there♡-nnuohhhhngaaahhh!"

you tug on his toned burnt red arms, and as he leans closer, you wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to arch his upper body over you. he grunts in surprise and you can see his eyes briefly widen as you take him by surprise with your swift actions.

" -urry up enjou," you whine as you attempt to push your hips up against his crotch to get any sort of friction," want your big cock, i want your huge cock to fuck my pussy, i want-

OHOOOHHHHGGHAAAH?!♡♡"

a loud choked shriek leaves your mouth as enjou starts animalistically thrusting into you, using the hand that gripped your hip to pull you down on his cock, making the tummy bulge his huge cock was making even more prominent and noticeable. tears began to stain your cheeks as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, but you were still so happy that enjou was pounding into you, it felt so fucking good-!!

" I'M CUH-♡♡HHhHhMM-NG!♡♡"

your eyes shoot open wide, your teeth clenching as your toes curl into your feet, your orgasm washing over you completely. you choke on your breath when you feel hot, sticky loads of cum being poured into your cunt, and you whimper loudly when you feel creamy spurts leak out of your stuffed cunt. your back stings from the desk beneath you digging into your skin, but you don't care. you're too horny at this point and seeing how enjou was shallowly thrusting into you, he wasn't done yet.

oh fuck it, the book could wait for now.

" ♡ more...i need more...♡"

his cock twitches inside of you.

" fuck me, enjou...♡"

" enjou, your hair's getting long..." you muse aloud, brushing your fingerings through the smooth raven locks and occasionally brushing your fingertips against his pointed ears. " oh, is that so?" he asks, curiously watching you play with his hair, and humming with content at the sensation of your nails dragging against his pale scalp. " yeah, look, the hair around your face has gotten long," you gently tugged on the locks to prove your point, and he glances at your fingers, seemingly thinking.

" hmmm, true, i'll have to trim it later..." he muses, brows furrowing as he goes to grasp the strands himself, before sighing. " it's okay, just wanted to point it out," you reply, before pressing a small kiss against his temple, and he hums in gratitude. you shift on his lap, adjusting yourself until your legs don't feel squashed anymore, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders tight. and enjou silently watches you all the while, before he rests his cheek against your chest, nuzzling into the warmth of your body and sighing out in content.

you hum, continuing to stroke his hair soothingly. his arms feel so warm around you, well his entire body does, but you digress. enjou was so cute when he-

" mnghhhh?!"

you let out a noise of surprise and jolt forward when you feel warm hands dip under your shirt and immediately go to grasp your boobs. " h-hey w-wait enjou-" your sentence is cut off when his fingers rub against your nipples, and you bite your lip to keep a particularly lewd moan from escaping your lips. it's not like it's the first time he's gone to play with your nipples, but it always catches you off guard each time. it doesn't feel particularly pleasurable for you, but it's not uncomfortable either, so you just let him do it regardless.

you pause, before loosening your fingers and bringing them under the hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric upwards until your bare chest is exposed, your soft nipples now having become pebbled nubs because of enjou's ministrations.

" go ahead," is all you need to say, and he doesn't waste a second, his mouth going to latch onto your left nipples, while his right hand goes to tug and pinch the other nub. you grunt, the wet sensation of his warm mouth sucking and licking at your nipple sending small shivers up your spine, but even so, you continue to stroke his head. even through the wet suckling and tugging of fingers, you still found enjou adorable. the way he suckles on the pebbled nubs reminds you of when he was still that inexperienced and awkward virgin.

" heh, do you like my boobs that much?" you teasingly ask, his burnt chestnut eyes only glancing up for a spare second before he continues suckling away, only letting out a low hum in response.

you grunt when you feel a bulge starting to rub against the curve of your ass, and you don't have to look to know what it is; you only shift your hips to rub against it, and he groans around your nipple, his dark brows furrowing in arousal. his free hand starts fondling the curves of your ass and you shudder at the ticklish sensation, pervertedly grinning as heat begins to pool down into your core.

" do you wanna put it in?" you ask, stroking his pointed ear as you continue to grind against his monster cock, and he blinks his pretty eyes open, before removing his mouth from your nipples with a wet pop! and finally speaking. " yes please," enjou heavily breaths, the hot puffs of air hitting your saliva-slick nipple and giving you goosebumps. you nod, and clumsily attempt to slide your shorts off, but a warm hand on your hip stops you, and you glance at enjou.

" i'll do it for you," he murmurs, and you nod, mumbling out a 'thank you' and he hums in return, before dipping his fingers below the waistband of your shorts, hooking it under the joint of his fingers and sliding the fabric offーslowly, as is teasingーand he nudges your legs, and you take that as your cue to raise your legs, and he finally slides the bottoms off and tosses them off to some unknown corner. he didn't take your panties, however, and his hands stop you when you try to slip them off as well.

" you sure?" you question curiously, gripping his shoulder for balance as to not fall over flat on your face. " mnmhm," he nods, before his fingers push the fabric that covers your wet cunt away, just enough to have access to the dripping hole, and he uses his molten yellow fingers to spread apart your foldsーyou let out a moan of anticipationーand he rubs the burnt red cock head against your tight, small hole.

you roll your hips teasingly, making sure to coat the deliciously thick head with your slick so it'd slide in easier.

" alright..." you take a deep breath before you start pushing the thick length in, biting back your excited moans as it rubs against your gooey and velvety walls and right up against your g-spot. heavy breaths do manage to escape your lips as you feel the last of his monster cock slide completely into your wet pussy.

" mnghhhh!" a muffled moan can be heard behind your pursed lips as his cock presses right up against your puckering cervix and you feel excitement shoot through your veins. you start to lift your hips, about to push yourself down all the way down his huge length, but he stops you.

" no," you squint your eye in confusion and let out a confused moan," i just wanna stay inside you like this..." his smooth baritone voice trails off as he presses a gentle and loving kiss to your cleavage. " ah, okay.." you gently settle your hips back down, moaning weakly as you do so.

he's been doing this a lot more recently, keeping your pussy tight and plugged with his monster cock, even after he'd fuck your full with cum. you knew enjou had started developing a breeding kink after cumming inside of you so often, but you didn't think he'd want to breed you that bad. that thought, however, began to stick within your mind.

getting bred...by enjou...?

you felt your cunt squeeze up in arousal and anticipation, and enjou let out a groan, before reattaching his mouth to your swollen nipple while his hands gripped at the fat of your ass and your hips, and you sigh out in pleasure.

you wondered what that'd feel like.

" o-oh-mnghhhh-! e-enjou you're so-hnmfff-eager today huh?♡" you laugh in perverted excitement as said raven-haired roughly mouthed at the juncture of your neck, growling and groaning from deep within his chest and the vibrations reverberate throughout your body. you stroke his hair moans interrupting your teasing laughter as his hand begins to dip down in between your legs, rubbing warm clawed fingers against the sopping wet folds and occasionally thumbing at your clit.

" h-hey-hnghhiiii-s-slow down enjou-mmnngfffff-!"

you're caught off guard when enjou slams his mouth against yours, groaning feverishly as his tongue pries open your mouth and meet your own, but you begin to return the kiss with just as much fervor. you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers push past your folds and into your core, curling upwards as they try and find that spot that makes you see starsー

" ognmmmmhhhh!!"

enjou lets out a happy groan like he'd won the lottery, and he continuously begins to rub his padded fingertips against your g-spot, making your moans become louder and louder into the kiss, and you start tugging on his smooth black locks and digging your nails into his back, but he either didn't notice or didn't even careーprobably both. you can hear the filthy, squelching wet sounds of his fingers scissoring and stretching open your pussy, dripping slick coating his calloused and warm fingers.

with a resounding and wet pop! enjou removes his swollen lips from yours, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks, and he licks his lips as he looks down you, pretty eyes hazy and plush lips bruised and swollen from his desperate and rough kisses. he reaches down and strokes your cheek gently, and you lean into his warm touch and cup his hand with yours.

" love you enjou," you happily whisper, smiling up at him. he blinks, before returning the same warm smile, his burnt chestnut eyes filling with adoration. " i love you too, my darling ( name )," he leans down and presses his warm lips to your forehead, brushing away any stray strands of hair, and you clench your eyes when his long hair tickles your face, especially your cute nose and you feel like sneezing. but you hold back on that itch and try to blow away the strands.

enjou pulls back, slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt, and you whimper, not wanting to feel empty once more, but that stops when he slaps his monster cock against your slick wet folds, and you moan in delight, lewdly grinning as you spread open your legs on instinct, perfectly presenting yourself to him like you're a sweet, delicate dessert waiting to be eaten. heh, the irony.

" hey enjou..." you breathe out, stilling your movements and he tilts his head, waiting for you to speak.

" i want you to breed me."

enjou's shoulder visibly jolt as he hears you say those lewd, provocative words, and his monster cock jumps and twitches. a part of you feels so fucking embarrassed for saying something like that, but you shove down as best you can. you can see enjou's erection twitching and leaking globs of pre-cum like crazyーhe's so hard that it almost looks painful.

" so please.."

he swallows, hard.

" use me as your breeding hole♡♡"

his burnt chestnut eyes glaze over with lust and he presses the flat of his palms against your plush inner thighs and he pushes them back, enough to where he has complete and unblocked access to your eager pussy. he has little resistance in his movements, as he pushes apart your folds andー

he shoves his monster cock in without any warning.

" NHAAAHAHUH!!♡♡"

you jolt violently as your walls stretch open to fit his huge cock, your brows furrowing and eyes clenching tightly togetherーthe burning stretch of his monster cock was always so overwhelming that it drove you crazy. he's too big to even fit into your tight little cunt, yet somehow he always pushes himself in and buries himself deep enough to be kissing your cervix with his thick cock head.

you nearly sob when enjou starts thrusting like a man starved, his thrusts deep and frenzied, and you try to buck your hips to meet his harsh thrusts, but he suddenly tugs your legs over his broad shoulders, his lips almost curved into a flirtatious grin, and he uses his entire chest to push your body down, and your knees back until they touch your shoulders.

" GUH!♡ AH! FUHH!♡♡"

you cry out as enjou rests his upper body's weight on you, the new position shifting his monster cock against your twitching walls and squishing your boobs against his chest. his forehead is rested against yours, his hot and heavy breaths fanning over your face that feels like a desert wind is dryly blowing through. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his black locks slipping down and perfectly framing his handsome, pretty face, and you can't fight the urge to kiss your adorable enjou, so you do.

you feverishly press your swollen lips against his, and it's like he'd been waiting for you to do so, because he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, and he utterly engulfs you into the kiss, melding your tongues together and messily gnashing your teeth together. he's like a feral animal at this point, one that won't stop until he's fucked you senseless and full of his thick cum.

" MMMNNNGGGHHHHH-!!♡♡ NGMMMMMMHH!!♡♡EMJOOO, EMJOUU, EMNJOUUUU-!!♡♡"

you dig your nails so hard into his back that you can feel the skin being broken and piercedーit's too much, too overwhelming, you can't even feel your lower half anymore, and you've barely gotten started. fuck, enjou was beating you for being an utterly sex-crazed maniac right now and you don't know if you should feel proud or angry.

enjou groans into the kiss, but he doesn't stop his frenzied and messy thrusts into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly and the sensation alone makes your head spin. " MNMMM-!MNMMMMGHH!!" fuck, you were gonna lose your mind from enjou's thick, monster cock plowing your tight pussy, oh god-!!♡♡

he suddenly pulls his mouth away from yours with a wet squelch, a thin string of saliva sticking to his kiss-bruised lips, and he holds a lewd grin on them. " ( name ), you're so cute," he groans out," so wet and tight for me." you sob as his thick head pounds into your cervix, feeling his pre-cum leaking into your cunt.

" 'm gonna breed you, gonna cum inside your tight cunt," he licks his lips vigorously like a starving predator, and you moan out in delight, drooling at the thought. " p-pleashe gimme your cum enjou," you moan deliriously, pushing yourself back against his huge cock and moaning at the sensations. fuck, he's so bigーyou're gonna cum from his monster cock, oh god, you love his big cock so much-!!♡♡

" ENJOU-OUNMGHHHH-!!♡♡ B-BREED ME LIKE A WHORE♡♡ WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, I WANT YOU TO BREED MY PUSSY-!!♡♡ P-PLEASHE-!♡♡"

you sound like some kind of slut, but you don't care anymore. you're utterly cock-drunk, horny and you want enjou so badly it hurts. you love him so much that it's nearly driving you crazy and you want to kiss him until you need air. and you know enjou is feeling just the same as you are; he practically has hearts in his pupils at this point and every salacious word you say only makes him more and more aroused.

" sh-shit ( name )-mnghhffff-!!♡ 'm gonna cum-ghnnnnn!♡ gonna breed you, gonna-mnghhhh!!♡♡"

a thrust to your cervix and harsh rubs against your g-spotー

" HHHHH-!♡♡ OH GODDDD!♡♡ OH FUUUCK I'M CUMMM-!!?♡♡"

" MNGHHHFFFFF-!!♡♡"

your eyes roll back and your whole body spasms, white filling your vision as an intense orgasm washes all over you. a lewd and loud moan leaves your lips when you feel your release gushing out of your oversensitive cunt, but makes your moans become more drawnout and loud, is enjou's huge bulbous knot being shoved into your cunt and the sudden gush of hot, milky cum being poured into your cunt.

" -NG?!♡♡ OH OHh♡♡ hnhngn♡OHH-"

" f-fuck♡♡"

your body wracks with sobs and hiccups as enjou buries his face into the side of your neck, groaning and moaning as his orgasm washes over him. you whine at his hair tickling your neck, but you weakly raise a hand to his head and gently stroke his hair, to which he sighs in content.

" ...love you enjou♡"

" i love you too ( name )" he raises his head until he faces you, giving a gentle smile despite his being out of breath and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "mmmnn," you hum in happiness and press your lips into a small smile.

butー

" enjou..."

" mhmnn?"

you grin like a pervert at him and nudge your hips against his, and he grunts.

" hehe, who said we were done?♡♡"

he pauses, before he returns that same grin, his huge cock twitching back to life inside of your swollen pussy.

" pleashe enjou, fuck me more, gimme all your cum♡♡"

" shut up enjou."

you hiss, burying your face into the plush pillow, and enjou starts laughing, amused at your embarrassed and flustered state. you groan, your face getting hot as the lector merely rubs your head, his warm hand a contrast to the cool air around you. " ahaha, you're so cute ( name )," he chuckles, and you feel him shift next to you.

" can't believe i said all that weird shit," you groaned even louder into the pillow, absolute embarrassment washing over you and making you cringe where you lay. " mnmm, i thought it was pretty ho-" " shut upppp," you lift your head enough to glare at him, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, only making him more amused.

" awww, it's okay, you were pretty adorable," he simply says, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you closer to him, and you groan in protest, your lower half tingling with soreness. " enjou i swear i'm gonna punch the shit out of you," you grumble against his bare chest, but you nuzzle against the warmth of his body regardless and let his arm envelop you. he only hums in response and strokes your back, to which you hum in content.

" hey enjou?" " mnhmm?"

" you think i'll really get pregnant?"

he pauses, thinking about it, before he speaks up," hmm, perhaps. i haven't heard of such a thing happening before, but it's possible. and besides, i came so much-OW-hey!"

you grit your teeth as you pinch his burnt red skin, embarrassment washing over you; sure you weren't the type to be embarrassed about sex or anything, but enjou had less shame than you and he could talk about it with such an unbothered and happy tone. seriously, he didn't need to be so detailed about it...!

" enjou shut upppp!"

" ahaha-ow!-okay okay, i'll stop-ow-!"

he's such a moron.

but he's your moron dammit.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #this bitch is like 5k+ words #enjou #enjou x reader #enjou smut #pyro abyss lector #abyss lector #cw monsterfucking

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marahuyos · 4 years ago

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anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #xiao #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #childe #childe imagines #childe x reader

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baka-monarch · 3 years ago

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Innocent

Part One

Trigger warnings: mention of death, vore, mouth play

Part 2

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Tommy was sitting down in the middle of his familiar cage, looking out at all the big people that were walking around and grabbing other cages. He didn't understand why people kept screaming whenever a big person would grab their cage though, the big people were always so nice, giving him free food and water, and sometimes even things to play with- well, until one of the special big people in aprons take his new toy away saying it's bad. He kept watching the big people, listening to their conversations, just like he did everyday… but today nothing interesting was happening, no one was doing any funny things and it was starting to get boring to just sit here.

Tommy's boredom was cut off at the sound of a familiar ding. He looked up to the door and saw a new big person wearing a yellow shirt with really fluffy looking brown hair and- they were looking at him!! No one ever looked at him apart from the special big people!!! Tommy smiled brightly and ran to the front of his cage to wave at the person, excited and hopeful that he could finally have a friend! The big person gave him a weird look, and Tommy wasn't sure why they seemed confused- he was just being friendly. For now Tommy didn't think about it, or really, he forgot about it as the big person walked over to him and crouched down in front of his cage.

"Now what do we have here~" The big person smirked, showing off a few of their teeth, and Tommy smiled in return at getting attention.

"Hello! I'm Tommy!!!" He introduced himself, and didn't notice the look of confusion that crossed the person's face.

"Uh, hi Tommy- are you… are you not scared?" The big person asked, and Tommy tilted his head, a bit confused by the question.

"No? Why would I be scared?" It was true that most other people were scared when a big person talked to them, but Tommy still really didn't understand what there was to be scared of.

"O- oh uhm…." The big person's face changed to show several different emotions, and after a few minutes they picked up Tommy's cage.

Tommy immediately started to bounce excitedly. He'd been picked up! That meant they picked him!! Now he'd finally get to see where all the big people took everyone to! Tommy started to think about his mama, she'd been picked once too, but she hadn't been taken out of the store like Tommy was. He zoned out the conversation the big person was having with the special big person as he imagined all the things he'd be able to do with his new friend, like finally having someone to talk to!

Tommy smiled and kept looking everywhere as he was carried out of his home and saw loads of huge walls with square holes. He'd never been out here before, and it was amazing to see the blue blanket above with it's big light (didn't big people call it the "sky and sun"? He couldn't remember-). He winced a bit whenever a loud roaring shiny thing passed them, but was still amazed by all the different colours and how fast all of them were. He let out little gasps as he saw walls with bigger holes that showed loads of amazing items he'd never seen before inside. It was all so amazing! Tommy wished he could go run around and see everything- unfortunately he couldn't as the big person carrying him made a hole appear on one of the big walls and walked inside.

"Wooooaaaahhhhh, where are we?" Tommy asked as he looked around, seeing a very unfamiliar but just as exciting new place he was now.

"This is my home…" The big person answered, and when Tommy looked up at them he was a little confused by the look on their face, he couldn't really tell what emotion it was, but it definitely wasn't the happy look they had earlier. Hmmmmm… maybe they just thought it was a mess? There was a lot of big things sitting around in the middle of the room after all.

"Well it's really really cool!!!" Tommy shouted up, trying his best to cheer up the big person.

"I guess it is…" they let out a small chuckle. They opened the cage door, and Tommy stood up in excitement. He didn't try to leave the cage as much as he wanted to, because he knew he'd just be picked up out of the cage like what was supposed to happen! So he waited, and waited… and waited, for eh big person to pick him up? Why haven't they picked him up yet? It's been a few minutes now, usually he'd be grabbed by now. "You gonna come out?"

"No, I'm waiting!" Tommy smiled up at the big person, still waiting patiently to be taken out. The big person looked at him in confusion, and he just smiled back. They let out a sigh, and Tommy smiled as he watched their huge hand reach in and pick him up. He squirmed with excitement at the feeling of being lifted up high.

"It's just like any other tiny…." They mumbled and licked their lips. Tommy watched as their mouth opened wide and he could see all of their teeth, their huge tongue, and even the dark abyss that was their throat; he didn't fight as he was dropped onto their slimey tongue, only moving to reposition himself to be comfortable. He watched as the mouth slowly closed around him, and all the light left… he wasn't scared though! He knew big people did this to people all the time! Tommy was actually excited to see where people went after being put into mouths!

Tommy started to giggle as the tongue under him began to lick him all over. Throwing him around the small space and tickling him whenever it touched his skin. He whiped some spit out of his hair, then laughed as the tongue pinned him down and got spit all over him once again. He wiggled a little bit once he was moved around and now the tongue pinned him to the top of the mouth, he then soon heard a loud gulp behind him- then he finally thought of something.

"Big person, can I ask you a question?" Tommy asked, then felt himself get pushed into a cheek, he only squirmed a little bit at how tight it was, but was otherwise comfortable already.

"Oh- uh sure…"

"When you swallow me, will I see mama? She got put into a big person's mouth too, is this gonna take me to her or to where your mouth goes?" The child asked, innocently and curiously. He waited a long time for an answer, and started to wonder if the big person didn't know where mouths took people- but then was surprised when he was spit out into the big person's hands.

"Fuuuuu- frick, you… you're actually just a kid…" They said as they held the innocent child- god he'd almost killed a child- in his hands. Wilbur watched the small one look around in confusion then finally up at him.

"Why'd you spit me out?" It- no- they asked, and Wilbur felt nothing but pain and guilt in his chest. Did they not understand? Did nobody tell them? Did they really think…. Did they really believe that humans didn't kill tinoes when they are them? "Wasn't I gonna see mama?" Dammit morals-

"W- well uh, it's not time for you t- to see her yet?" Wilbur lied, he had no idea who this kid's mom had been, just that she was dead now if she'd been eaten.

"Oh… Oh! She told me to wait for her when she was picked! I remember, so I just gotta wait more!!" He smiled up at Wilbur and he felt his heart beat more.

"Y- yeah- yeah… you just gotta.. gotta wait…" Hold it in Wil, don't cry in front of the kid.

"I can't wait to see her again-" The kid (didn't they say their name was Tommy?) said then gasped "and now I can show her my new friend!"

"New friend?" Wilbur couldn't stop himself from asking, a little curious.

"Yeah! You!!!" Tommy smiled and Wilbur felt his heart crush to a pulp.

"You- you think I'm your friend?"

"Yeah!! Your the first person to be nice to me, big person!!"

"Wilbur." He cut in.

"Hm?"

"My name is uh Wilbur…" He was definitely going to keep this kid now and try to make sure nothing bad ever happened to them.

"Okie Wilby! We'll be the bestest friends foreva!!!!" And as Tommy said that, it solidified Wilbur's promise to himself to keep this child safe. He gently ruffled their hair with a finger, and smiled when Tommy laughed.

Yeah… he'd keep them safe...... And hopefully Dream wouldn't find out about them...

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Mcyt g/t list:

@trashpumped @lorie-the-little-ghost @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @lilsyxx @smogs-0 @hello-world-im-snow

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #tw vore #tw mouth play #tw death mention #tiny!tommy #g/t wilbur #innocent au

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gojology · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Flavored Pocky.

pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write

The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself. “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited. In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun. “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking. Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble. “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was. “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt. He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~” “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.” He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper. Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego? Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared? “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief. “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown. A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn. “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?” “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.” Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name. Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh. “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes. He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?” This was so humiliating. “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp. “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.” Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday. “On second thought, I’ll just go-” He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises. Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.” “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was? After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?” His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?” “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way. “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance. He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use? Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all. “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking. Chomp. You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it. He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace. So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace. Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up? The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru. You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss- Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-” “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky. You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic. “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-” “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.” Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words. “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...” “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..” As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy. Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on. You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.

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qingxintea · 3 years ago

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heartbreak avenue (3) || albedo x reader

heartbreak avenue (1) heartbreak avenue (2) -- tell me how, do you do this thing called living? when theres nothing more to gain. gn reader -- ignore the link below idk how tf to hyperlink on mobile but that’s ur part 4 ig

damn. imagine missing mond so much that you visit just for the vibes and accidentally become a one time vigilante for dominating over a couple abyss mages

how oddly specific!

you moment.

TO BE FAIR, you didn't mean to and also ur just strong with that 245% crit damage ugh yeah yeah get it ig

it was night time, like, idk 1am and you were in this cloak because idk look swaggy and comfortable

abyss mage went ŏ̸̡̡̹̘͉̫̬̬̭̘̙̝͐͒̆̈́̒̿̄́͠͝ǒ̸̧̺͕̣̬̝̱͈̭̭̻̮̈̏̔͆̑̀̍ǫ̵̡̜̲̭̠̤̰̹͍̣͎̤̈́̓̍͠ḩ̴̡͍̣̹̯̭̩̮̣̩̭́̔̀̍͊̂͒́̆͘͜͝͝ȃ̷̧̡̢̡̨̛̪͓̤̜͕̳̦̼͊̏̃͆̓̈́̈́̽̈́͌͐̋̚ͅh̸̡̩͍̟͕̥͚̰̰̟̮̖̪̉̈́͛͂̍̾a̸̧̢͕̙̞̳̩͈̲͉͕̒̆̎̐̎̍̀͊͘̚͝h̸̡̼͓̝͕̫̤̰̱̬̣̗͚̙̀͜ and you were like "lmao shut up"

and like it did! because you made it shut up and also mans diluc was watching in his dark knight hero thingy

of course you noticed his presence from the beginning, you just wanted to piss him off and act like he wasn't there at all

you walked. straight past him like he was actually on the bridge in the middle and you just w al ked .

i mean ofc he gonna say something. and he did. dude said "who r u"

stared at him directly in the eye and said "the embryo made of chewed bubblegum."

he stared. sh o ck ed . what were you even saying

"jk im a resident of mondstadt, visiting from my liyue trip."

"and how do i know you arent lying?"

you sighed and grabbed your dendro vision, letting him look at the frame. "its incased in a mondstadt styled frame." after a few seconds, you put it back. "if that is all, i'll be going."

"k"

"literally fuck off" you responded and walked inside.

sometimes you forget how rude mondstadt people are lmao loser.

ok so like this donna girl really went up to you like "JFKLSJFLKSDJFL NUMBER ??? HELLO ?? UMM THE WAY YOU SAVED MONDSTADT RLKDFFC" and you resisted every urge to flip her off on the spot.

you just stayed and let her talk, smiling through all of it. your hood was still on but it was quite windy s ooo

its been ten minutes. girl please let us go. you were literally begging for anyone to cut in because ur too nice (or unbothered) to tell her to shut up even though you totally went off on diluc aadahahhshdf

and someone did! not the one you expected though.

"good evening donna, and... oh? who would you be?"

ALBEDO LMAO GET STICKBUGGED? ? ? ?? AH a hjfkahfjah . im so funny .

guys i meant that ironically please

anyway

you got even more uncomfortable lmao and you just looked at him and smiled. what do you respond? "no one of importance."

he heard your voice, saw your eyes and it registered. it was you...

or was that what he wanted to believe?

cause this whole time hes been waiting for you, only using experiments as a thing to pass time. it got... a little more lonelier, because nothing could replace you.

he decided to not believe it. because 1) you knew well they welcomed you with open arms, so there would be no need to hide yourself

(which is also proof of how much the whole situation fucked up your thinking)

a second of silence before he continues on the conversation with normal evening meeting stuff things idk

then ur like "ahhshaaajk i must be taking my leave now for matters i will not disclose ahaha skidoosh"

skidoosh

so you go to the big venti statue next to the cathedral and just stand. stare. yikes

no ones out right now and theres nothing to do. but you remember this place because its where the both of yall would eat together whenever he had free time (which wasnt that often, but he still made the effort)

you look up to the sky, counting all the stars like you used to.

no ones gonna know that you're here, you decided on that. you only visited because you simply missed it, but after this, you were going back to liyue.

no ones gonna know. because no one needs to know. no one needs to know that you were here. that would only cause more trouble to the situation you tried to avoid

albedo ends up catching up to you later, still having some spark of hope left that it really was you

i mean lowkey there isnt really anything saying it wasnt. he wanted to believe that he was just overthinking when he thought it really wasnt you

like you look the same. sound the same. its just the reasoning of you coming here, but he can push that aside

"(y/n)."

you flinch but didnt react with anything else. he doesnt need to know that its you.

"(y/n)?"

you turn around to meet his eyes as he was approaching you. slightly distancing yourself another inch away as you were not used to the proximity, you responded, "i'm afraid i'm not the one you're looking for."

albedo stops for a moment, and was about to apologize,, but then

yknow that wind i mentioned earlier? like right after donna started bothering you

yeah that same wind blew ur hood off! lmao L

okay time to get serious !

you stay composed and sighed, your breath visible in the cold air.

so your features are exposed, and its so obviously you, like theres literally no way it cannot be you

"it really is you..." he doesnt understand why youre not admitting to it. "(y/n), please.."

you shake your head and walk away but mans grabs your wrist gently

"(y/n), whats wr-" he starts, but youre quick to respond

"im not (y/n)." you flat out said it and looked right into his eyes. and you swear there were small tears even if he was deemed nonchalant.

he doesnt understand, its your physical features, and your same energy, there is no other person that completely matches it.

he pulls you closer to examine this black smudge on your hand, a small yelp of surprise coming from you.

"this is... ink," he studied the properties of the substance. "you responded to my letter a day ago. (y/n)... i know by now. there's no reason to hide it."

you step away, freeing your hand from his grasp. your voice broke, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "i'm not... i'm not (y/n). i never will be. i'll never be so vulnerable again, i'll never be so naive again, i'll never be so lonely again, i will never ever be anything like they were again."

your vision blurred, but you werent oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as well. reaching to brush them away, you paused and let it drop to his shoulder instead.

"albedo. i... the (y/n) you knew... they're gone now. and if i could revert back to them any time, i would, i swear, but... i'm al-... they..." you buried your head in your hands. "i'm broken. to the point that i refuse to identify as the (y/n) you know me by."

doesnt know what to say, so he almost pulls you into a hug before you move out of the way. something you never did.

"don't... please. it never works out in the end." you shake your head, facing the other way. "for me at least."

"..we could work together, no?" he tried, still oblivious about your feelings towards him.

"only if you're willing to cross your moral boundaries," you looked back and tilted your head. taking a deep breath, you continued, "but you know that neither of us are willing to do that."

he couldn't say anything, because as much as he hated to admit something for once, you were right about that. at this point, he would've thought that literally any extent would've been fine to reach to bring you back.

yet in multiple situations where he's doubted himself before, theres always a line he will never cross.

"...i wish you the best. treat her well because i worked hard." you walked away without him stopping you this time. i worked hard. not we worked hard.

even if you had honestly felt that way, there was no chance the old you wouldve actually voiced that.

and so he watched you slip from his grasp again, only this time, he stopped himself from holding you back from his own will.

yet he swears- the next time he meets you again, he will bring you back.

#albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin angst #albedo angst #sucrose #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 4488-4490

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

TT: Roxy.

TT: Awake yet?

TT: Guess not.

TT: Let me know.

TG: whoaa

TG: damn

TG: hey dirk

TG: hada crazy dream

TT: There you are.

TT: But I see your dream self hasn't returned.

TT: You must be tying one the fuck on tight already.

TG: mybe i am

TG: like a bow of ribbone

TG: on a beiuetuifiul ponny

TT: Man, how can you be this much drunker than last time we talked?

TT: What the hell are you even drinking?

TG: ok but 2 b fair

TG: *beiuetuifiul

TG: was an intentional typo 4 ur benefit

TG: cuz i kno you loves tha po's

TT: It's a beiuet.

TG: so you spyin on me in derse ville again??

TT: Yeah.

TG: fuckin perv

TG: like what you see there? ;)

TT: I see precisely jack shit and a side of fuckall.

TT: That's the point.

TT: You got too sauced up and went rogue again. You're out there in your weird drifting stupor, independent of your waking self's awareness.

TG: you gonna go after me again

TG: get on your hornse

TG: galloop me home like prince charming back to swoon kingdong

TG: *OOOMG blushblushbluh

TT: No.

TT: In thinking it over, it's sort of a relief. Simplifies things somewhat.

TT: It's better you stay out there for a while.

TT: There's been a problem.

TG: whatd you do now

TT: Ok, I fucked up.

TT: I kind of made a mess here, and I'm not sure what to do about it yet.

TG: ??>

TT: No need for you to worry about it for now. I'll figure something out.

TT: Until then I'm just going to prepare for our session, while I think it over.

TG: zzzzzz

TG: what a surprise another mysfery for you to keep to yourself an overly cerebralize

TG: snooorre

TG: hey lets talk about something cool instead

TG: like the dream i had

TT: Ok.

TG: first i had some ordinary boring dreams that i dont remember

TG: but then i dreamed that i woke up from the drema

TG: and things got way bright and surreal

TG: and i saw someone

TG: i think it was supposed to be my daughter

TT: Why do you think that?

TG: you know those dreams where u just know someones suppose to be someone

TT: No.

TG: ok well

TG: regulgar people have those im pretty sure all the time

TT: Are you thinking it was prophetic? Like a glimpse of the future?

TG: i dunno

TT: Because that's not really how the abyss works. It's not Skaia, and we aren't Prospit dreamers.

TT: There's nothing like that out in the abyss. If you drift far enough, there is only horror.

TT: Terrible, terrible horror.

TG: ok but im not sayin it was a futuredream!

TG: it was just a glimple and it felt real and all im saying is it was a cool dream that i wish was real

TG: * glimpse

TT: Well, maybe it was.

TT: Maybe there's no fanciful game-supplied mechanism of prognostication involved here, and you're just an ordinary, run of the mill psychic.

TT: I guess that's possible.

TG: hey dick

TG: *dirk

TG: whaaaat do u think

TG: it would be like

TG: if we had kids

TT: What would it be like?

TT: Inconvenient, mostly.

TG: no i mean

TG: what would they be like

TG: th kids

TG: u ever think about it?

TT: Can't really say I have.

TG: you know for an eccantric guy you can be boring as fuck sometimes

TT: Sorry, Rox.

TT: For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl.

TT: Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

TG: shuuuucks buster its just a fun lil hyphothetical to daydream about

TG: why you need to suck the fun out of shit

TG: like some turd hungry dracula

TG: its not like im lobbyin for you to hook me up with a whole mess of fuckin babbies

TG: or thats im holding on to any such delsusion thats even a remote possibility.....

TG: le siiiiiign..////

TT: Le sign?

TG: yes le sign you heard me

TT: Do you mean * le sigh?

TG: hmm nup

TG: ima stickin with le sign

TG: goign down with the shit

TG: *shi[p

TG: the S.S. LE SIGN, starring cap'n rolal

TT: What does le sign actually mean in this context?

TG: oh come on

TT: Come on what?

TG: LE SIGN IS UNIVERSALLY UNDERSTOOT TO MEAN TOO BAD HES GAY YOU DELIBERABLY OBTUSE DUNDERFUCK

TT: I mean, yeah, that's what I thought.

TT: It would just be cool if you'd refrain from tossing about such antediluvian terms.

TG: antediulivan waht

TG: me sayin ur gay u mean

TT: Yes.

TG: ok but terminology aside i dont think im off base!

TT: I don't see how it has to be a thing.

TG: i rly think its an actual thing bro

TT: Once upon a time, sure.

TT: But the world has changed a lot.

TT: Ever peek in a history book between your wizardly indulgences? This is a nuanced topic.

TG: man i know about the histories

TG: just

TG: believe me

TG: its a thig

TT: How is it a thing?

TG: its a thing beaucase if it wasnt a thing then u wouldnt be all like...........

TT: All like what?

TG: well wantin nothing to do w me 4 starties

TT: Don't be ridiculous.

TT: I have more to do with you than any dude could possibly bargain for.

TT: And I like it just fine.

TG: what a totatly lame + sweet answer simultaneouslay

TG: <3

TT: Yeah.

TT: Such as this game, and whether you're in the best condition to be piloting Jane's connection.

TT: Maybe you could use another nap?

TG: my condidions just fine

TG: and anyway

TG: what aint gonna get slept offis the fact that i still dont think we should be touchin this bs witch game w a 20 foot 3dent

TG: we both know her plans need us to

TT: I know that. But I thought we settled this.

TG: its still so frustrating

TG: tellin jane about the dangers

TG: and even if shes being polite i just know she thinks im fulla crap

TG: about EVREYTHING

TT: We settled this too. She'll believe everything eventually.

TT: Why bother working so hard to convince her?

TG: well i dont even do that for the most part

TG: but it gets tiring and saddening

TG: knowing that

TG: even when were not activly talkin bout it

TG: that my best friend cant bring herself to believe some really basic things about my life

TG: like the shitty things the baroness has done to us

TG: or about our upbringin

TG: like

TG: do u know how misrable it is for your bff to doubt you

TG: when you tell her your mom is dead

TT: I guess.

TT: It just registers for me as a reaction which isn't completely unreasonable from her perspective.

TT: She is inundated with media coverage of those whom we've claimed as our parental figures.

TT: Well, anyone who isn't Jake, I mean.

TT: Still say you should cut her some slack.

TG: i know

TT: And need I remind you,

TT: That the potential this game provides for their resurrection is what motivated you to investigate it in the first place?

TG: no i remember

TG: i told u a million tines shit sounds like it could be the best thing EVAAAAAR

TG: * wherein evars capsed as heck

TG: but also that no matter how awesome it might be

TG: its probly gonna advance all the schemes of "her condescension"

TT: Right.

TT: But if we can stop her?

TG: part of me doesnt even want to give her the satsfaction

TG: of startin up at all

TG: like if we didnt wuolndt that wreck her shit just so hiliariously???

TG: so many olols

TT: I must be hard of counting, because I'm barely racking up a single goddamn o-laugh-out-loud at that self-defeating gesture.

TG: no but it would

TG: and for all we know starting it up is playing right in her claws....

TG: could be a trap waintin for jane the moment she enters

TG: if i stop her from playing

TG: maybe i could at leat give her a CHANCE at a future

TT: But there is no future on Earth for them.

TT: Or for us, for that matter.

TG: dunno that for a fact

TG: but anywaaaayyyy

TG: i kinda already

TG: made this bogus file for her

TT: What? Why?

TG: 2 scare the shit out of her

TG: make her learn to fear an respect the fuckin hag like she should

TG: then maybe we can drop this whole in game meetup slash reserection idea all 2 geth

TG: sweet tho it may bey

TT: Rox.

TT: I hope you're not thinking about sending her one of your batshit ~ATH scripts.

TG: on thas sobject

TG: i am miss zuipperpips

TT: Miss Zuipperpips?

TT: The amount of sense you haven't been making is un-fucking-real.

TT: Just go take a nap. And don't even think about sending her that file.

TT: Are you listening?

TG: hnnn

TG: i will take what u say

TG: underd serisous advicement...,

TG: *WONK* ~_?

TT: Jesus.

TG: dirk

TG: when did you stop bein any fun

TT: What?

TG: it use to be youd get a kick out off a slunt like that

TG: *stunt

TT: Man, you know I'm down with insane stunts.

TT: Insane stunts are practically all I'm all about.

TT: As long as I actually AGREE with the purpose they're intended to serve.

TT: Destroying Jane's computer and dissuading her from playing is not such a purpose.

TG: betcha ur responder would agree w me

TG: why cant your be more like him

TT: I am more like him.

TG: i mean MOAAAR like him

TT: You just mispelled "more", causing me to suddenly understand jack everything.

TG: hes more in touch with his feelins

TG: which just makes me L my FA off since hes a bobot

TG: *robob

TG: **bobob

TG: and he can actually loosen up sometimes

TG: kinda like u used to could

TT: I used to could?

TG: for 1 thing

TG: he doesnt insta shootdown a bip of frisky rp shenans now n then ;)

TT: Yeah...

TT: I kind of wish you wouldn't do that with him.

TG: why the f not

TT: It just seems a little tawdry and disrespectful.

TT: And vaguely exploitative of a still-emergent cognitive entity, whose perceptional frame of reference is difficult for us to comprehend.

TG: oh come on

TG: hes cool a guy just liek you its just he lives in some shades

TT: It rubs me the wrong way, is all.

TG: ohhhh

TG: do uuuuuu...

TG: WANT me 2 rub you the right way ;D

TT: Not really.

TG: zzz muh

TG: youre over blowin this

TG: its just an ironic funny thing we do some times

TG: come on im sure you read the transcripts urself

TG: its all alot of jokestery buiishit

TT: He blocks me from being able to read transcripts sometimes.

TG: oh

TG: wow he does?

TG: sneaky bastart

TT: And anyway, I'm really not sure how ironic it is.

TG: ok next time i will run it by the MASTAR first

TG: with his fancy fuckin ironimeter

TT: Ok, here's the thing with the AR, since you still don't seem to get it.

TT: He's very similar to me in thought process and behavior, yes.

TT: But those patterns were imported from a thirteen year old version of my psyche, and then sealed into the program as starting parameters.

TT: In the years since, we've both evolved somewhat. I, as humans tend to, and he, in whatever way is natural for a frequently running, self-aware application.

TT: So if there are differences between us, they're first reflected by what I feel is a maturity gap, and then further by several years of minor behavioral divergences.

TG: omg...

TG: hes 13yo dirk

TG: why did than not occur to me that is so cute

TG: and makes me feel kinda skeevy 4 sayin anything lascivious @ him

TG: dammit you ruin everything!

TT: You're welcome.

TT: Yo, you guys realize I can hear you, right?

TG: pfffffhahaha

TT: Yes, I was aware.

TT: Check out all these complicated fucking problems people have when they have to live in big lumbering fleshmonsters instead of a sweet pair of shades.

TT: Dude, do you think you could sit this one out for a while? This conversation practically doesn't even concern you at this point.

TT: It seems there is some gnarly crooked number that represents the percentage of probability you just said this doesn't concern me.

TT: Even though it's patently obvious that half the conversation, like, way totally concerns me.

TT: Shit, Roxy look. He's doing the thing where he ironically pretends to fail the Turing test to sass me into submission.

TT: Even though I was the one who fucking programmed him to do that.

TG: ell

TG: emm

TG: eff

TG: ayy

TG: OFF~~!~

TG: like my butt is juts there on the floor

TG: is how hard i elled it off just now

TT: (Not peekin' at the floor butt cause I'm only 13 years old, motherfuckers.)

TT: This is fuckin' dumb.

TT: I'm going to leave both of you to interact however you want. I have important shit to deal with and actual responsibilities to take seriously.

TT: Roxy, go nap off your drink, or aggressively wage another flirtlarping campaign, whatever, I don't care.

TT: Just don't send that file to Jane, ok?

timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

TG: so

TG: looks like it just

TG: the two of us

TT: Looks that way.

TG: fancy thay

TG: * that

TT: Guess I can go back to talking in orange.

TG: why yes

TG: u should def slip in 2 something more comforfable

TG: while i pour you some robo wine

TG: we have

TG: much to discuss

TG: *tents fingerns together w sultry cunning*

TT: Actually, I think I like the red better.

TG: ok i can check the cellar

TG: might have some choice years left of the pinpot noir

TT: I don't doubt the choiceness of those pinpots, but I'm not really here to screw around.

TT: There's something important to talk about.

TG: aw dang

TG: janes after me

TG: sorry bro it has to wait cant leave janey hangan

TT: Alright.

TT: But just so you know.

TT: I think Dirk is probably going to make some sort of formal romantic overture toward Jake today.

TG: WHAT

TG: wait really

TT: I've been crunching numbers all day on this.

TT: The percentage of probability is simultaneously bananas and through the roof.

TT: A complete disgrace of tropical fruit erupting from the peak of an unassuming domicile.

TG: ohhhh my

TG: how do u know

TT: Because I've aggregated thousands of subtle clues indiscernible to primitive human neurology and rammed them through my determinative infatuation engine at the astonishing speed of information.

TT: And also because I'm pretty sure it's what I would do if I were him, which is literally the case.

TT: And also.

TT: Because he kind of told me I guess?

TT: There's that.

TG: well thish should be interesting

TG: did u tell jake or....

TT: Not specifically.

TG: man does he even know how he feels

TG: lol the poor guy is tortally under siege from all sides hehe

TT: He knows well enough.

TT: I've badgered him with enough "insincere" solicitations to paint a pretty striking portrait of my cognitive progenitor's inclinations, even if he wasn't able to pick up on such hints from the man himself, which strikes me as statistically implausible. And that's not even me just spewing more ironic AI bullshit.

TG: i was never that clear on that

TG: r u like

TG: BOTH cruching on him...

TG: or is it real 4 him and ironic 4 u or......

TT: It's complicated.

TG: nooo shit

TG: says the robo clone of the guy smitten wit the guy everyone elses smitten with in cluding said robob clone, maybe???

TG: hey can we hold this thought

TG: have 2 answer jaaaaaame................

TG: *n

TT: Yeah.

#homestuck #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #autoresponder #homestuck act 6 #page 4488 #page 4489 #page 4490 #homestuck act 6 act 2

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years ago

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No! This isn’t how you’re supposed to play the game! [Father!Corpse x Child!Reader]

Part 2 of Goddamnit kid, now they know I’m a single father! Warnings: None Summary: While streaming Among Us, Corpse decides to teach his kid Y/N how to play the game! A/N: And yes my warnings have the non-warning as well, just so you know what to expect from the story. Also, Requests for Cr1tiKal and Corpse Husband are always open! Ask or message me if you have any ideas. Also, message or ask if you’d like to be tagged- just please state what kind of fics you wanna be tagged be on. I’m always open to tag people! Request: Yes Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles

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“Oh by the way guys I have Y/N here for the stream today.” Corpse said to his chat as he moved his little guy around in Among Us. “Hai!” Y/N said happily. Corpse had them sitting on his lap just chilling and watching their father play. It has been a couple months since the announcement of Y/Ns existence happened and everyone fell in love. Corpse did have to tell Y/N how to deal with it and not to share his identity to anyone who asks. He was enjoying a happy life, getting so much support by his fans and his friends. Life was good, for once. But with happiness comes sadness, and of course with friendliness comes hatred. And there was hate.

People did not trust Corpse with a child, sadly. The hashtag ‘CorpseCPS’ trended on Twitter before someone came out and told everyone to fuck off. But even if that hashtag stopped, that didn’t stop the haters. People still tweeted about it, hated on Corpses kid, and just been assholes.

“Corpse Husband is not fit to be a father. He already told a majority of his fans about his mental problems, so do you really think he will raise that kid properly? #CorpseCPS”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if Y/N will grow up to not be able to sleep at night. Just like their father.”

“I stg I bet Y/N is terrified of Corpse. Have you heard his music and seen his videos? I wouldn’t trust someone like him with a child, he could emotionally abuse them. Someone call CPS!!! #CorpseCPS”

“Who the fuck is accepting single fathers? Children belong to their mothers, not their fathers. I hope @Corpse_Husband realized how he fucked up and gives that poor kid back to its mother.”

“Bet that the mother of Corpses kid fought so much for custody on that poor child on god.”

“Someone save this child. #CorpseCPS”

It really got to Corpse, making him think he wasn’t capable of raising Y/N. Was everybody right? Was he going to mess this child up? He didn’t like thinking about, but his mind always trailed back to it. It worried him, the only thing he wanted was to make his kid happy. Was he doing a bad job? Was his kid going to grow up wrong?

“Can you guys please let me live my life and raise my kid? Don’t think you’d feel good if someone said you weren’t capable of raising the kid you had. Jesus.”

Corpse Tweeted that when the anxiety and bad thoughts got too much for him, hoping this would calm them down. But one small Tweet doesn’t go a long way sometimes. He was glad most of his fanbase supported him, at least his friends did. And now he didn’t have to worry about the haters. Right now, it was streaming with Y/N time.

“Alright Y/N, you control the little astronaut like this..” Corpse put Y/Ns hand on the mouse and put his over it, moving his horned avatar through the halls on the screen. “Those red words are my gamer tag, Corpse. Red means im an imposter and white means crewmate. The goal of the game as an imposter is to kill everyone without them finding out its you. The crewmates need to find out who the imposter is an eject them.”

“Okeh!” Y/N said excitedly and laughed.

Corpse smiled fondly. He loved Y/Ns laugh, it melted his heart. “Ok, see those cameras?” Y/N nodded, “You gotta be careful killing people around those, someone could be watching.” Corpse moved to electrical, “See? This is electrical. And there's, felix. Whoop, now hes dead.”

“That was mean!” Y/N whined.

“It’s the point of the game though!” Corpse quickly vented. “Okay, to kill people, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to kill people, “And to hop into a vent to get away, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to vent. “Now, during an emergency meeting you need an alibi.”

“Whats an alibi?” Y/N asked, glancing up at their fathers face.

“If someone blames you for wiping someone out, you have to have an excuse to why you didn’t do it. That’s an alibi.” Corpse explained, heading down the hallway. “So next time after the next emergency meeting, you will play! Sound fun?” He smiled when Y/N replied with an upbeat yes. Then a body was reported, “Ok Y/N, don’t tell anyone it was us, alright?” Y/N nodded.

“Where was the body?” Poki asked.

“I found it in electrical.” Sykkuno replied.

“I did see Sean go that way.” Corpse said, making Sean instantly reply.

“I was just passing by!” Sean argued, “What about you Corpse? Didn’t you go near electrical?”

“It was you Sean I saw it wit my own 2 eyes!” Y/N called out, making everyone nearly die.

“Well you can’t really argue with that one Sean.” Charlie chuckled.

“Vote Sean the council has decided.” Sykkuno declared.

“Wha-- I- B--” Sean stuttered as everyone vote for him. Soon, they all watched him float into the abyss of space.

Corpse chuckled, “You’re my superpower Y/N. Ok, I’ll guide you along but its your turn to play.”

Y/N made a happy squeal, putting their hand over the mouse and moving the astronaut across the screen excitedly. Corpse guided them along, having his hand placed over theirs. “Ok Y/N, be careful. remember, there are cameras.”

“Okie.” Y/N said, heading down the hallway. They walked around for a bit and Corpse helped them fake tasks. “Ok, see Toast? We’re gonna kill him.” Corpse checked for cameras, “Do you remember how?” Corpse asked.

“Yah!” Y/N moved the astronaut forward, killing Toast.

“Ok now vent, vent vent vent!” Corpse said, leaning forward and moving the astronaut to hover over the vent. Y/N stalled but clicked the right button, quickly venting right when Poki walked in. A dead body was reported, and they were back at the emergency meeting.

“It was Corpse!! It was Corpse!! I saw him vent!” Poki screamed, being way too loud to Corpse, but he didn’t mind anymore.

“That wasn’t me.” Corpse lied, “Where was the body?”

“I found it it navigation! You vented!” Poki said.

“Mmm nah it wasn’t me. I was in storage.” Corpse lied again, making Y/N feel pretty damn bad. I swear, this child was so innocent. They couldn’t stand seeing lies and murders happening. So, they said “It was dad!”

“HAH! They just exposed you!” Sean laughed loudly.

“Oh my god the betrayal.” Charlie laughed as well.

“Vote Corpse!” Poki yelled, “I told you!”

“Y/N knows whats right.” Sykkuno said, voting for Corpse.

Corpse gasped, “Noo! that’s not how’re supposed to play the game!” Corpse sighed, watching as everyone voted for him. Y/N frowned, “Im sorry..” Corpse hugged Y/N, “no no it’s fine. Just don’t betray me like that.” he chuckled, watching his astronaut float through space. He sighed again, “Better luck next time. Guess I have to train you how to be a ghost.”

Y/Ns eyes lit up, “Yaaaayyyy!~”

~The End~

#corpse husband #corpse x reader #dad corpse husband #corpse x child reader #streamers

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hitoshisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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Authors Notes ♡: WHEW I LOVED THIS I had a time trying to come up with an idea and then it hit me : a princess being saved by fantasy au! Dabi. I’m still nervous with my smuts but heh I enjoyed this a whole bunch to write . Dabi is my favorite villain and I just love him so much, I tried to make him a soft inside and hard outside man in this , I Had fun for our free for all collab and I hope I help give it just a fun twist to fantasy and Halloween spirit ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings :UH NSFW! Demon dabi has two dick (and their thick) , pet names, unprotected sex , a tad bit of a size kink? , a bit fluffy at the end but I think that’s it!

Word count : about 2k give or take!

Paring(s) :Dabi x F! Reader

Even with this being NSFW I had to make it a soft fluffy ending I’m sorry ♡

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Enchanted flames

Dabi

“If you have found this letter the Princess of Yuei needs your help. Meet me in the Enchanted Woods tomorrow night. Ill escape with you if you can save me from the proposed wedding - Princess [ ]”

With a sigh [. ] dropped the letter out of her window hoping someone, anyone , could save her from the doom that awaited her from an arranged marriage that had been planned from her kingdom to be to the neighboring ones prince, a smaller and very...purple hot headed boy by the name of Mineta who was unsavory for a lack of words. Sighing as she watched the paper fall she secretly wished her type of prince would come save her from this hell she expected.

As the night approached she slipped past her guards, telling them she was going out for air in her garden. The two towering men who looked down at her agreed, moving at the way to let the young woman past them and out into the halls, her dress dragging behind her as she headed out the giant doors to her garden. Taking in a breath she climbed over the perfectly managed hedges andddd off into the forest adjacent to the castle, roaming through the woods to her chosen spot to hopefully meet someone who could save her.

“Hello there little sheep, you called for help, correct?” A low, raspy voice called out as [ ] turned around , looking into the dark abyss in front of her. “ Hello? Helloooo? Who's there?” the girl called out as she heard something heavy land behind her. Turning to her right she saw bright blue eyes look back at her from the shadows. Before she could react a rather warm hand covered her mouth as the person or thing dragged her throughout the woods , the two of them slipping into the night. As soon as [ ] woke up her eyes adjusted to a dark but brightly lit and beautiful chasm, cyan and turquoise crystals of all types surrounded the room as she felt intense heat from everywhere around her. Standing up on shaky legs she felt eyes on her from behind. Letting out a deep breath she turned only to run into a barely covered chest.

Looking up from the revealed purple and pale skin , she saw those same blue eyes , lit with curiosity. “Ah you're awake..welcome little sheep to my...well..living quarters” The mystery man spoke as [ ] blinked at him, a grin spreading over his face as he continued to speak “Well i guess the princess doesnt know she isn't in her little castle anymore. Haven't those guards of yours realized they can't leave royalty alone or guys like me come along and take them out of their cute little homes” He said as [ ] gave him a suspicious look , her own thoughts taking over her face as a sense of calm rested over her features “Ohhh so you're the one who found my note..” She said as he gave her an unreadable look , soon walking away to leave the girl in her own world. “I guess he did” she thought to herself as she heard the male come back, a pile of things in his hands. “Here; a change of clothes and something to eat. I tried to be gentle taking you out of those dreaded castle grounds and through the woods but your dress isnt the smallest thing in the world” he said as [ ] let out a giggle , picking up the dark shirt and skirt he had given her along with the meal : some type of rice and meat with soup. Before she could ask the man answered “No i didnt steal it, i told you this is my home , its only natural id have something in this god forsaken place to eat.” He said as he pointed down the cave. “Theres a waterfall ahead if youd like to freshen up there.” And with that [ ] walked down the empty carved walls, finding the waterfall he was talking about.

Once she was finished getting cleaned and dressed she headed back the way she went, seeing the male now cloaked in a dark cape , fiddling with a pile of wood before setting it ablaze with a bright blue flame. “Ah i see you're finished , ILl be heading out , i'm gonna find us some more wood so you don't get cold. Theres a pot over there where you can reheat your food and get more if you like.” As he finished he proceeded to get up and head down another pathway, presumingly to the opening of the chasm “Wait!” [ ] called out as he stopped, turning to the girl with a questioning look back at her. “Yes princess?” he responded to her as she felt a unnatural wave of heat spreading to her face from simply calling her by her actual title. “What can I call you? And how long will you be gone?” She questioned. “Aw are you worried about me?” He cooed as she puffed out her cheeks “I was just curious” She lashed back as the male in front of her laughed , giving her a crooked smile. “ The names Dabi, and i won't be gone too long, an hour or so” Dabi said, giving her a smile as he started to leave again.

“Oh yeah , and there's a spare jacket in the back if you get too cold or that fire goes out.” and with that he left [ ] by herself as she finished up the dinner he had made which was exceptionally good, even better than what she tended to have at the castle. While she waited around for dabi to come back , [ ] looked at her royal dress, the red and pinks making her want to revolt as she pushed the fluffy tooled pile up into a blanket of sorts, covering her legs as she sat there thinking about her predicament “I really ran away...but what else can you do when youre gonna be married off to someone years older than you for land and alliance” she thought with a sigh as footsteps came from behind her , Dabi pulling his hood from his head as he smiled to himself at the girl in front of him “Im back princess” He declared as she turned to him, giving him a small smile as she stood up, dusting off her dress , coming up to Dabi “So...whatcha find?” She started as he pulled the bag from behind him , dumping out different goodies for the two of them. An array of food, wood and fresh buckets for water collections. “Here, this is for you too” Dabi said as he passed her a well woven balck dress, better than the two piece he had first given her. Taking in a deep breath he spoke up “I didn't want you to struggle with rags , so i got you something a little more comfortable and well...suitable for a run away princess” and with that she looked up to him and giggled which was heaven to his ears. ‘Why thank you Dabi..i'm flattered” [ ] said as she took the black dress , running to a hidden corner to change as Dabi smirked “Oh boy..what have i signed myself up for”

Weeks later and multiple posters for the lost princess later, [ ] had a rhythm living with Dabi. They cooked together and he left out to get things from shops ans out in the woods. Word spread that the princess had been stolen and the ugly grape himself had put a reward out for her safe return. Unknown to everyone she was quite content with the dark demon mage Dabi and his home in the woods. He explained the chasm as his work space, a place he could hone in on working with his flames and different elixirs that people needed. He was a half breed of human and demon, his father ridding of him to hide his affair with an otherworldly being, to keep the peace of his people and the overworld people as well. He really wasn’t a bad man, just someone who stayed in the shadows and kept to himself. And [. ] ‘s heart went out to him, as his did out to hers as she explained her own situation. ”Well damn sweetheart at least i saved you hm?” Dabi said as the two of them laughed together about their lives and what they'd like to change.

As the night drew on and they had their fair share of drinks and food that night “Thank you Dabi..for everything” [ ] said randomly as they relaxed by the fire he had started , [ ] wrapped into the oversized fur Dabi made her as the male laid against a log watching the tired girl mumble to him. She gave him a sleepy smile once he put his warmed hand on her face. “You're cute yknow...i'm not gonna let anyone get to you okay?” He said as she shook her head, moving herself closer to him , laying her head on his lap as he rubbed her head until she fell asleep, him soon realizing he was in love with the rogue princess in his lap.

As the next month rolled around , the princess and her demon mage had started a loving relationship, the two of them growing fonder and fonder of eachother. [ ] noticed that Dabi had tried avoiding being around her when she was fresh from the shower or even roaming too close behind her, he even took more time to come home with more ingredients or even sleep opposite to her. She didn't understand the switch from wanting to hold and hug her to avoiding her all day. One day she was able to catch and trap him with her. “Yes princess…?” Dabi ased as [ ] crossed her arms around her chest , the simple movement making him turn from her. “Did I..do something…?” She asked, her eyes bouncing between his as the turquoise she learned to love ignited with heat.

”Oh no doll...you haven't done a thing but make me want you even more..”

And with that comment her eyes widened. “What..?” She questioned. And with that Dabi picked the smaller girl up, pinning her to a crystal wall as she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.”Dabi…….?” [ ] called out as he started to kiss her neck ,running his rougher hands up the soft flesh of her thighs. “I think i'm in love with you doll..youve been invading my head or a while and all i can think about is making your cute little body want me the burning way i want you...I wanna make you cry out for me all night long...make you mines forever.....is that okay?” He whispered in her ear. With a shudder she agreed , letting him kiss the swells of her brest as he gave her a lopsided smile, picking her up and taking her to a pile of pelts and wool they made into a bedroom to rest in. Placing her down lightly he towered her , taking off his vest to reveal his toned and scarred body “Youre quite a beauty yknow...im glad you trust me…” He said with a smile as [ ] herself smashed her lips against his, cutting off his mushy talk. With a groan he pushed her dress up , letting her breast bounce out from the top. Pulling away from the kiss she helped him take off the dress over her head. With a shy smile [ ] covered ehrslf and laid back, spreading her legs lightly to expose her glistening lips to him

“Well damn, i havent even toughed you yet and youre this wet..what a little slut you are”

He growled out as he leaned back over to give her a kiss , pulling her lower lip as he licke dhis was down between her legs, giving her clit a hard suck as she whinned , closing her legs over his head as he slurped away at her pussy, making sure to watch her through hooded eyes, a tail whipping from behind him as a pair of horns appeared from atop his head, one mangled and cracked the other long and curled “Surprise” Dabi called out as his voice dropped octaves, it coming out as a low rumble as [ ] felt her walls clench at the sound , a chuckle coming from him. Going back to slurping and sucking on her labia and clit , Dabi watch with glee as the gilr under him started to shake, her hips rolling back to his mouth as he bit lightly down on her lips and pulled away from her , laughing at her pleas and whimpers “Turn sound baby and let me show you how much i love you” Dabi said , watching as [ ] rolled over arching her hips back as he smacked her ass, loving the moan she let out. Pulling down his pants he pulled his throbbing member out, rubbing it hard against her clit as she felt her heart jumped at the feeling of how thick he was. All of a sudden she felt hands pull her cheeks apart as a finger rub around the tight rings of her ass. With a gasp she looked back to see not one but two swinging dicks between the burning up male, a feral look in his eyes as he let a low rumble come from his chest “ Sorry babygirl..when I change there's more than just one of me to deal with, i promise i'll be gentle” He said as he rubbed her tight muscles just loose enough to put in the tip, her lower lips drooling as he slid his true size into her throbbing walls, moans and grunts tearing through the chasm as he pulled his hips back , starting to set a rhythm to his hips. While he picked up the pace, [ ] felt herself being full as the two dicks of his stuffed her. She could help the feeling of her walls getting tighter as she came once then twice and not once did Dabi stop, he laughed as he gave her more and more , pushing himself deeper in her as he let out what sounded like a howl of pain as he doubled in pace, reaching down to rub her clit as she screamed, soon feeling a hot and warm gooey feeling flood her senses. Dabi slowed his hips down as he pulled himself from her ass first, then from her pussy and cum started to leak from her holes.

“Shit...im sorry princess I didnt mean to go so rough…” Dabi breathed out as [ ] turned around giving him hr own lopsided smile as she saw him transform backto himself, those turquoise eyes softening as he saw the woman he had fallen for spent out from his own actions. “Geez when you said you were a demon i didnt think it was true…” She laughed as he scratched th back of his neck “Ive never transformed like this around someone….especially during sex but that means I trust you a lot….well doll..let me clean you up and then...we can go fro round two hm?” He smirked as he watched her pussy clench and relase more cum once he said that. “Mhm...clean me Dabi then we can have some more fun..”

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #the circus dome collab #dabi x reader lemon #dabi x reader #dabi smut

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nyan-koii · 3 years ago

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Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer hashira #kny hashira #tokitō muichirō #shinazugawa sanemi #shinobu kochou #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kochou kanae #iguro obanai #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #hashira headcanons

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(simping softness prompts) could i get some “hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way” or “holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again!” if you are feeling so inclined? sorry im just in love w ur writing

For those who don't know, my ask box is open. Send me a simping softness prompt, and I'll write a short sbsp ficlet for you. ✰

i'm gonna do "hey, everything's gonna be fine ...", but don't you worry. i will also be doing "holy crap ..." at some point, since someone else requested it.

anyway, thanks for the prompt, and for the kind words! while we're here, i should also say that @wowthwtslame is doing a similar ficlet challenge. their writing is wonderful, so definitely check them out!

also tagging @azumeowth, who requested the same prompt!

ficlet under the cut. thanks again!

The call came in -- loudly -- at around 2 in the morning.

When Squidward rolled over to check his shell phone, the dull blue screen read, simply, “SpongeBrat”, accompanied by a vomit emoji. Sighing, the octopus put his phone on silent and went back to bed. Surely whatever it was the sponge wanted to blabber about could wait until tomorrow. After a decent night’s sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep was hard to come by. Despite having switched his phone to silent, the device’s small blue screen continued to light up repeatedly, like a small, pathetic rave. Every few seconds, the small blue light cast peculiar shadows on the walls of Squidward’s bedroom. Eventually, after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, the cephalopod grabbed his phone to shove it inside the nightstand -- when he caught a glimpse of the screen itself.

43 missed calls. 37 unread text messages. All from “SpongeBrat” Squarepants.

The phone rang again. This time, Squidward picked up.

“Spongebob, do you have any idea what time it is?” snapped Squidward, despite the uncomfortable, worried feeling growing in his stomach. “No? Well, I’ll tell you -- it is two-forty-seven --”

“I-I know, Squidward,” came a small, shaking Spongebob-voice. “I just -- I didn’t know what to do.”

Squidward paused. Well, that was … not the regular Spongebob volume. Or tone. Or pitch.

“Squ -- Squidward?” came the sponge’s soft, sad voice once more. The frycook’s voice was barely audible. There was some sort of loud, constant whooshing happening on the other end, not to mention a weird crackling noise, which made it very difficult to hear. Squidward sighed, wiping a tentacle across his eyes.

“I’m here,” said Squidward. “What’s this about, Spongebob?”

Silence. Then, crying -- and not Spongebob’s usual loud, obnoxious crying. This crying was quiet and gentle, barely decipherable against the loud whooshing on the other end of the line. Squidward sat up then, pressing the phone close to his ear.

“Sponge,” said Squidward, panic rising in his chest. “Sponge, what’s wrong?”

Spongebob sobbed something indiscernible. Then, he stammered, “I’m -- I’m hurt, Squidward. I’m hurt, and … I’m lost.”

Something funny exploded in Squidward’s chest. Before he knew it, the octopus was out of bed, scrambling for his jacket and keys. Gripping his shell phone tight, Squidward asked, “Where are you? What’s going on, Spongebob?”

On the other end of the line, Spongebob snuffled. “I got on the wrong bus,” he explained, in a shaky, uneven voice. “I -- I’m in a place called ‘Deviltown’ now, and the current is so strong, and the signal is pretty bad --” There was that distorted, crackling sound again -- followed by a few more broken whimpers.

Squidward sighed, feeling his hearts crack with every little sob. “Hey, everything’s going to be fine,” he said, stepping out the door and into the cool Bikini Bottom night. “Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”

-0-

Deviltown, it turned out, was several hours away from Bikini Bottom. Squidward’s shell phone indicated the drive not only went straight, but downward -- which was certainly a problem. Oceanic towns grew more and more dangerous the deeper you went, and Deviltown was apparently thousands of nautical leagues under the sea. Wherever Spongebob was, even the sun couldn’t reach him.

Undeterred, Squidward set off on his journey. His boat was constantly maintained, so the cephalopod was certain it could handle the perilous road ahead.

For the first hour or so, the drive was uneventful -- peaceful, even. The streets were smooth and well taken care of, which was good considering the massive tax hike this past year. Squidward even put on some Kelpy G, which certainly helped to soothe his nerves.

Later on, however, the drive got worse. The once well-maintained roads gave way to rickety rocks and slippery sand, with only a few sporadic road signs to get by. Moonlight became sparse, and by the time Squidward reached a vertical road, he had his brights all the way up -- and was still struggling to see.

A nearby rickety sign read “Deviltown, 10 nautical miles downward.” Peering down into the deep abyss, Squidward gulped. Despite his headlights, he still couldn’t see a thing -- just a vast expanse of open blackness.

A tight feeling wound itself around Squidward’s chest. He thought about backing up, turning around, and going straight home. This was ridiculous. Why was he out here, in the wee hours of the morning, chasing after SpongeBrat Squarepants, of all people? The boy had other friends. Certainly one of them would be willing to retrieve him.

Squidward’s tentacle hovered just over the gear stick. That’s when he saw it: in his passenger seat lay Spongebob’s wrinkled little jacket. The sponge must have left it behind the other day, when Squidward (begrudgingly) drove them both home from work.

Squidward’s chest felt hollow, suddenly. He thought of how many times he’d seen Spongebob in that exact jacket over the years.

He thought of never seeing him in that jacket ever again.

Groaning, the octopus switched gears from “Drive” to “Drive, But Downward”, and puttered his way into the deep and black abyss.

-0-

The journey into the inky black was, bar none, one of the creepiest things Squidward had ever experienced. He told himself, repeatedly, that if he just stared straight ahead and focused on the task at hand, then everything would be fine. Still, hearing creepy noises in the darkness (and being unable to see where they came from) was severely unsettling.

After what felt like forever, the vertical road became horizontal once again, and Squidward finally drove into Deviltown. Luckily, the town had the decency to set up some lamp posts, possibly for out-of-towners like Squidward who were unused to the darkness. Still, the lamp posts were few and far between, and there was nobody out and about, giving Deviltown a fittingly creepy vibe nonetheless.

Tense, cold, and worried, Squidward drove further into town, squinting for Spongebob’s bright yellow body. Surely the boy couldn’t be that hard to spot -- he was likely the only vibrant thing down here. Surely --

Oh. Oh, no.

Squidward brought his boat careening to a stop. Clambering out of it, the octopus made his way over to a rickety wooden bus stop, with a flickering lamp post just overhead. On a bench nearby was none other than Spongebob Squarepants: cold, alone, and unconscious. For a moment, a horrible thought passed through Squidward’s head -- is he dead? -- before he saw the sponge’s chest rise and fall, taking slow and steady breaths.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Squidward looked up and down the street. No one in sight.

Gently, the octopus leaned down and shook Spongebob lightly. “Hey,” said Squidward, awkwardly. “What are you doing asleep all the way out here? We have work tomorrow, you know.”

Spongebob stirred. In the dim light, Squidward realized the sponge really was hurt -- his usually spiffy shirt and tie were ripped straight down the middle. Beyond the fabric, the sponge’s chest was badly torn up, too, and for some reason, he had not regenerated yet.

Squidward swallowed. “Spongebob?”

The sponge stirred once more. This time, his eyes opened -- and he smiled, weakly. “Squidward,” he slurred, happily. He tried to laugh, then winced, clutching at his stomach and chest. “Squidward, it’s you … you came … ”

“Of course I came,” muttered Squidward, before he could stop himself. “I -- you … ugh, I hate you.”

Scooping up Spongebob, Squidward gently carried him over to the boat, positioning him carefully in the passenger’s seat. The sponge fussed a little about being buckled in, but otherwise, seemed too out of it to complain properly. Taking a deep breath, Squidward got back behind the wheel and started the engine.

“Heheh,” chuckled Spongebob as the boat roared to life. “Vroom-vroom.”

Squidward rolled his eyes and began turning the boat around, back towards Bikini Bottom. “We’re going home now,” he said, with a sigh. “You need to see a doctor for … whatever it was that happened to you.”

Spongebob simply nodded, then fell to his side, leaning all of his body weight on Squidward as he drove. The octopus felt warmth rising to his cheeks, and for once felt grateful for the murky blackness of the ocean void.

Spongebob was mumbling something.

“What is it?” said Squidward. “Are you okay?”

“I …uh … love you, Squidward,” said Spongebob, in a very loopy voice. “I love your big nose, and your paintings, and I wanna … get married, someday. Okay? Can we get married, someday?”

Squidward’s entire face was bright red now. It took everything in him not to just veer in a random direction and crash the entire damn boat. Taking a deep breath, the octopus collected himself. Spongebob was just severely injured, and loopy as a result. He didn’t really mean any of this.

Squidward decided to play along. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, we can get married.”

“Mm,” said Spongebob, chuckling softly. “Can I -- can I wear a dress?”

“Sure,” said Squidward. “Whatever you want.”

“And you’ll … and you’ll kiss me?”

“Mhm,” mumbled Squidward.

“And I can … listen to you play the clarinet around the house … and, and paint with you … and watch your soaps with … you … ”

Squidward looked over. The sponge had fallen asleep, and was snoring loudly. Which was … good. Very good. Excellent, even. That way, they couldn’t talk about marriage or love or any of that absolute nonsense. Now they could just drive forward in sweet silence.

Still, Squidward found himself dwelling over Spongebob’s words far more than he would have liked.

About an hour into the drive home, the octopus glanced over at the sponge, still fast asleep beside him. Fixing his gaze forward, Squidward took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel in a tight death-grip.

“Spongebob, I …,” Squidward began, shakily. “I love you. I love you, I love you.”

Squidward found that once he started saying it, he couldn’t stop. The words felt good in his mouth, like a massive weight had finally been lifted off his chest.

“I love everything about you,” said Squidward, his three hearts exploding inside his chest. “Your annoying laugh, your stupid singing, all of it. I want to read with you, and garden with you.”

Squidward hesitated, his words floating out into the open water.

“I love you,” said Squidward, one last time. “And I … I don’t know what to do about it. Maybe I’m a coward. I’m sorry.”

Squidward looked over. Spongebob was still fast asleep, snoring away against his arm -- but the smallest of smiles had appeared on his face.

-0-

Squidward woke up in the hospital, seated in a chair next to Spongebob’s hospital bed. The poriferan was wide awake, watching an episode of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy on the hospital television. Of course.

The sponge turned. “Squidward!” he exclaimed, his voice loud and back to normal. “You’re awake!”

“Unfortunately,” muttered the octopus. “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” chirped Spongebob. “Better than ever, actually -- but the doc says I should stick around for a little while, just in case.”

Squidward glanced down. Sure enough, Spongebob’s chest had almost fully regenerated. Thank Neptune. When they arrived at the Bikini Bottom General Hospital early that morning, Spongebob was still in rough shape. The doctor said Spongebob most likely had a run-in with a deep-sea predator, and the attack was too quick and too constant for the poriferan to regenerate. Not to mention there were several lacerations to his vital organs.

Still, sponges were pretty sturdy folk -- and all Spongebob really needed was a long rest in a controlled environment.

Squidward breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Great,” he said, awkwardly. “I, uh. Pay attention next time you get on the bus, alright? So I don’t have to come running after you.”

Spongebob laughed. “Okey-doke.”

The two then sat together in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. All the while, Squidward wondered if perhaps his stupid, impulsive, not-really-a-love-confession-confession had actually gotten through to Spongebob. His hearts twisted up at just the thought.

“Hey, Squidward?”

The octopus looked up, and was very surprised to find splotches of red decorating the sponge’s cheeks.

“What?” said Squidward.

“My, uh, sea flowers have been dying lately,” said the sponge, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Maybe you could come by and we could share some gardening tips?”

A brilliant red blush planted itself on Squidward’s face. Then, he cleared his throat, and folded his arms across his chest. “Only if we get to watch a soap afterwards.”

Spongebob grinned. “Deal.”

Squidward found himself grinning, too, despite himself. “Deal.”

References:

“Deviltown” is loosely based off of the Devil Sea, near the Japanese coast.

I will likely be compiling these ficlets into one combined fic on ao3. I originally wasn't going to, but I definitely didn't expect so many requests. So keep an eye out for that, at some point.

#squidbob #spongebob squarepants #squidward tentacles #spongebob #squidward #spongeward #my fics #ask #asks #sunlit-squid

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