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satorusugurugurl · 9 months ago

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i love ur work sosososisoso much <33 thank y for sharing ur writing ahh!!! could i request a satosugu fic where toru gets punished by sugu and reader??! maybe for like.. getting off alone or flirting w someone else?

Summary: You and Geto went to a local bookstore, leaving Gojo to fend for himself at home. It’s not like the two of you didn’t invite your boyfriend to join you on your outing. But shopping for books, of all things, didn’t spark his interest. But as the boredom of being alone settles in his bones, he decides to do the only thing that sounds remotely fun. Beating his meat.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 2,876

Warning: Masturbation, cursing, oral sex, degrading, edging, smut, creampies, holy

A/N: Anon thank you so so much for the sweet words! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories! ❤️❤️❤️🥹This gave me brain worms and I just had to write it! Two of my weaknesses are SatoSugu x Reader and masturbation.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

”Are you positive you don’t want to come with us?” Suguru questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his white-haired boyfriend. “We were thinking about stopping for lunch after.”

”Nah.” Satoru is leaning against the wall, watching as you tie your tennis shoes. “The idea of a crowded bookstore makes my skin crawl. Plus, that's you guys’ thing. Books and reading.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily.

You hooked your arm through Suguru’s, leaning your head against his upper arm. “Okay, do you want us to bring you anything home?”

”Nope, have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back.” He waved his partners off with a smile before heading back to the living room to enjoy his Sunday afternoon.

The first hour was fun, trashy reality television, and the cupcakes you had made the previous day. Thirty minutes later, he groaned, flipping through Netflix to try to find something, anything to watch. Two hours into being alone, all by himself, Satoru groaned as he started to regret his decision to stay behind.

The apartment was so quiet and lonely with you or Suguru there. The room wasn’t as bright and full of the life it usually radiated. Jeez, was this what his life had been like before the three of you had gotten together two years ago? He was so used to going on dates, cooking food, and just existing in each other's presence now. What had he used to do in his tiny dorm when he was alone?

He would eat take-out, play on his phone, and jerk off to porn videos on Twitter.

Satoru sat up straight, a grin slowly tugging at his mouth. Yeah, he used to jerk off constantly. Since you three got together, he didn’t need to please himself. Seeing as either you were sucking him off, or Suguru was giving him a handy in the shower. It was like heaven, being able to experience pleasure with the two of you.

But thinking about wrapping his hand around his cock, going at his own pace, had him throbbing with excitement. You and Suguru wouldn’t be back for a bit. When you two shopped for books, you shopped—going down each aisle, flipping through pages, geeking out over your favorite series. He had plenty of time to jerk off and recover in case things got heated once his two partners returned home.

Leaning back onto the couch, Satoru turned the television to some random movie on Netflix. Mostly for background noise, and if you two were to come home in the middle of his solo session, this might cover him until he could readjust himself. With his eyes on the screen, Satoru slowly began rubbing his cock through his gray sweatpants. Up and down, just warming himself up.

Gojo was surprised that he was as hard as he was already. Was it the excitement of possibly getting caught or just that he hadn’t pleased himself in so long? Whatever the case, maybe he could care less. All that he could focus on with the warmth that was beginning to settle in his groin as he pushed his sweats down to his upper thigh to free his cock.

It was so hard, standing at attention with a slight twitch. “Oooh fuck.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” He spit into his hand before wrapping his bare palm around his shaft.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, coating his length with spit. He squeezed himself harder with each stroke. He was imagining it as you or Suguru’s hand. Both are so warm but different. Suguru’s hand was larger, more calloused. Y/N’s hand was smaller, more delicate, and her manicured nails always looked o pretty around his cock. The faster he moved his hand, the more the television sounded like white noise as his mind swam around his two partners.

Satoru found himself mimicking the movements you and Suguru would do. He gripped himself tight, like Suguru, stroking fast and hard. When he reached his tip, his pointer finger would tease his slit that beaded thick droplets of pe-cum, as your smaller hand would do so gracefully. Imagining his two partners worshiping his cock, was better jerk-off material than any porn video.

“Mmm, ooh fuck me.” Satoru’s hand squeezed his thick length hard, his hand moving faster. “That’s it, Y/N, just like that, Sugu.” Looking at his cock through his lashes, he gritted his teeth. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls were tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. “I’m so fucking close, so close, don’t stop.”

Grabbing his shirt, he placed the hem of it between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get cum all over it. Having a new shirt on when you two got back would be hard to explain, seeing as he stayed home alone. It would be much better to paint his stomach. It would be easier to clean up that way.

“Nnngh, fuck.” Satoru’s muffled moans grew louder, his cock twitching harder under each stroke of his hand. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” The familiar burning coil in his abdomen tightened, and he never heard the door unlock. “Fuck, gonna cum—“ And tightened as his partners called his names. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” And tightened before it snapped as Y/N and Suguru walked into the living room. “Cumming fuck! Fuck!”

Satoru jerked his wrist frantically. Ropes of hot cum coat his hand, stomach, and chest. His pace finally began to slow as his cock started to soften in his hand, his white seed shining under the sunlight flooding the room. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed jerking off. Especially since he had the two hottest people starring in his dirty mind.

In the afterglow, Satoru lazily looked towards the end table in search of a tissue. To his horror, he found the two of you watching him. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed, as Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, dark eyes glued to the cum on his stomach. The three of you basked in the silence before Satoru quickly wiped at his cum.

“W-Welcome home!” He shouted, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with either of you. “I didn’t hear you guys come in.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because we were too busy listening to you cumming.” All attempts to finish cleaning himself came to a halt at Suguru’s words.

”I well, I gu—“

”There’s no denying it, Toru.” You joined in; faux sadness etched onto your features. “We caught you red-handed.” Your pout was adorable as you looked up at Suguru. “This is why he didn’t want to come with us Sugu.”

“Mhmm,” Suguru gently stroked your Y/H/C, “and to think we felt so bad for not including him. We stood in line for forty minutes at the cafe to get him the chocolate cake they're famous for.” Gojo swallowed as you lifted a bag with the cafe's name to emphasize Suguru’s words.

Slowly getting up on noodle legs from his orgasm, Satoru started walking towards you both. “It wasn’t like that. I just got bored. It’s not like I plotted to stay here to jerk off without the two of you.” The annoyance on both of your faces made him cringe. “I appreciate you guys thinking of me!” His hands reached for the bag, only for you to yank it away. “Oh, come on!” Satoru Gojo pouted, his eyes darting between you and Suguru.

“Huh, funny you did cum, on yourself.” Suguru barked out a laugh at your words. “And you didn’t even let me lick it off. I think that’s what hurt the most.”

”Y/N has a point, Satoru. You cleaned it all off right in front of her.” Suguru took the bag from you and placed it on the breakfast bar. “You know how much she loves our cum. My poor Princess.” You sniffled as Suguru pulled you tight against his side. ”Satoru has been a very bad boy, hasn’t he Y/N?”

”He has.”

Gojo ran both his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I’m sorry, guys. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?” Instant regret settled over him like cold rain. Both you and Suguru’s eyes darkened as sinister smirks tugged at your mouths. “Oh, oh fuck, please wait, have mercy.” He held both hands up, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from pouncing on him like a spider monkey.

Hours later, the automatic timer on the living room light came on. Illuminating the lewd scene in front of Satoru. You were facing him. Your back firmly pressed against Suguru’s chest as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Suguru’s hair was falling out of its bun, dark strands sticking out here and there, clinging to his skin. His lips were against the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. His actions made you whimper softly as you rode him faster.

Satoru wanted to join in, to get onto the floor and drag his tongue up Sugurus length, all the way to your clit. He hated being in the recliner across from you, his hand jerking at his cock. Fuck, you guys didn’t even let him get completely naked. He still had his sweats on and spit-damp shirt clenched between his teeth. He understood this was a punishment for jerking off and getting caught. He had to watch you two, and he'd already cum three times. But this was getting to be just cruel at this point. He wanted to join in!

Instead, you watched him, smirking at the flush dusting his cheeks and neck. The tears that formed in his oh-so-pretty blue eyes, and the way he fisted his cock to another orgasm. Arching your back, you gasped, Suguru’s tip hitting your G-spot as he bit your shoulder. Your arm reached over your head, fingers fisting in his hair. The sight of you getting closer to the edge made Satoru want to join in even more. If he could just get his lips around your clit, he knew you would squirt all over his face.

”Guys, pwease!” The cloth muffled Satoru’s words in his mouth. “I wanna help!”

You chuckled in between soft moans. “Sugu~nngh oh shit,” You watched as Suguru reached a hand around your waist, palming your thigh. “He wants to help~!” You laughed breathlessly as Suguru hummed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin

”Satoru,” your white-haired boyfriend perked up, “you wanted to jerk off so bad when we were gone. So you’re going to keep jerking off until we say otherwise. Dirty man whores don’t get rewarded.” Suguru’s hand, which Satoru wished was around his cock, slowly slid up to your clit. “Good fuckin’ sluts, like our sweet Y/N here, they get what they ask for.” You whined, your hand tugging at his hair. “Mmm fuck, baby tell me what my good girl wants~ yeah, be a good example to Satoru?”

”I wanna cum Sugu.” You whimpered, turning your head to face him.

He grinned, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. “You wanna cum?” You nodded your head, kissing him harder. “Go ahead, sweet girl, cum for me, Y/N.” His fingers rubbed circles around your cock. “That’s it; I feel you clenching cum on. Let it out, princess.” His gaze darted down, watching as you squirted hard.

“No, no, no,” Satoru whined like a spoiled brat. “I wanted to taste her cum!”

You were trembling, still coming down from your orgasm. Once you could form words, you tilted your head to the side. “See why we were so disappointed in you?” Suguru slowed his pace, his still-hard cock gently sliding into you. “I wanted to clean you up, but you used a tissue. I think I’ll clean up my mess the same way slut.” Suguru groaned, his cock twitching at your dirty fucking words.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll clean it up!”

”Oh, will you?”

”Yes.”

”And how will you clean up Y/N‘s cum Satoru?” Suguru asked as you slowly began rocking back and forth on his cock.

The two of you watched as your partner stood, his cum coated chest and stomach heaving as he looked to the floor. There was a dark, needy look in his eyes, one a person would only see in a feral animal. You didn’t know what to expect. For him to grab tissues to clean it, like he had done to himself. Him dropping to his knees was something you nor Suguru had anticipated. With bated breath, you watched Satoru slowly slide onto his stomach, his eyes on yours as he stuck his tongue out.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Suguru’s cock throbbed harder inside of you as he watched Satoru lick and suck at your cum off the floor. Like some kind of desperate animal. Never once did he break eye contact. His tongue and lips kept moving, cleaning Y/N's essence off the floor in the most vulgar way. “T-That, fuck, Y/N wh—“

“Such a good boy.” You finished for Suguru. Your tight cunt twitched at the sight. “Cleaning up my cum like the horny dog you are.”

Satoru sat on his knees. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at your praises. “Yeah? I did good. Am I forgiven? Do I get to join in now? Please!” He watched Suguru’s face scrunch up as Y/N bounced faster and harder onto his cock.

”Hmm, Suguru, what do you think?” You asked, feeling another orgasm coming close as Suguru's hands gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

”Let that dirty slut help. I wanna watch him lick your clit like he just did to the floor.”

Before you could change your mind, Satoru leaped into action. He was positioning himself between both of your legs. His tongue immediately went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit like a madman. The sudden added friction had you rocking faster, trying to feel more of his mouth on your sensitive sex. While Geto slammed up into you, chasing his release while driving you to your own.

Watching you both with lust-filled eyes, Satoru started jerking his cock once more. Fat and hard tugged as he took your clit in between his lips, suckling the bud as hard as he possibly could. That was all you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you again. Not that you cared as you felt Suguru’s chest heave as he buried his cock inside of you as he filled you to the brim with cum.

Thank fuck Suguru had been right against your g-spot. Because Satoru was bleed to have you squirt in his face. The sweet, tangy taste of you flooded his mouth. He sucked at your lips, tasting both your sweetness and Suguru’s slightly salty bitterness. Like a well-crafted treat just for him. The taste of you both combined had his hand stroking his dick, desperate to cum for the fourth time that day.

In the afterglow, Suguru grunted, kicking Satoru’s thigh with his foot. “Idiot, don’t forget what we just told you.” His best friend slowly smirked as you stuck your tongue out in between pants. “Don’t waste your cum.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru jumped to his feet, stroking his cock in front of your face. Only his hand was swatted away, replaced with Suguru’s. The sudden change of hand and pace had Satoru whimpering like the horny fucking dog he was.

“That’s it, Satoru,” Suguru purred, stroking faster, “cum on her face like a good boy.”

That sent your white-haired boyfriend right over the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his load, which would most likely be his last for today, spurt over your tongue, chin, and the tip of your nose. You looked so pretty, cock drunk, glazed in his cum. It had him crying out in pained pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm faded, Satoru stumbled. Both you and Geto grabbed his arms, slowly easing him to rest on the couch next to the two of you. He gasped, his eyes shut, in post-orgasm bliss. You couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking his hair. Suguru kept himself inside of you, kissing your neck lovingly and putting the footrest up. You and your boyfriend relaxed in the silence until Satoru’s soft snores could be heard.

It's a perfect way for you to end a wonderful Sunday.

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fragilecapric0rnn · 5 months ago

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WIP Week: we are SO BACK edition

have y'all been seeing this??? WE ARE SO BACK!!!! if anything could get the brain worms acting up, its all this behind the scenes stuff!!! shout out to @thefreakandthehair and @fastcardotmp3 for your impeccable timing <3<3<3

haven't done one of these in a while but there are several things cooking which is very fun and exciting!!!

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

tagging (with no pressure of course): @kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @figthefruitfaeth @gideoncharov

@snowangeldotmp3 @seths-rogens @cuoredimuschio @roguenancy

The WIPS: (too many wips tbh)

criminal [steddie jailbird eddie fic]

steve&jj 2

modern au 3 (eddie pov)

6: the second half of 1999 [aiaof]

The Lumax

let me cook [buddie meet pre s2 longfic]

shameless alt 7x5 [buddie smut whoops]

Snippet [from Criminal]:

“Didn’t expect you to be one for a reality check, seeing as the Golden Retriever amounts of optimism you’ve had up until this moment.”

“Guess I ran out of my supply.”

Eddie takes a long drag from their shared joint, Steve doesn’t try hiding the way he’s watching his mouth.

“Here’s to dying a virgin.” He pretends to toast the roach, before passing it to Steve. Steve, who feels his stomach bottom out.

“Oh shit, man.” Steve’s tongue feels heavy, as he manages to get out his lame response.

“Oh shit, indeed.” Eddie says, playing with one of his rings.

“Like nothing? Not even a handy in the movie theater?”

“Nope, not one handy besides my lefty.”

“Jesus,” Steve let his head fall heavy on the back of the trailer. “I kinda thought chicks would be into your vibe.”

“I’m sure some of them are,” Now he sounds nervous, peaking Steve’s interest even more.

“Okay, so what stopped you?”

“I guess I don’t like many chick’s vibes,” he pauses, taking a long pull from the flask. “Or any of them at all.”

“Oh,” Steve understands now. Something about this grass feels a lot like dirty bathroom linoleum. But this understanding also feels like something else. Something opposite.

It might not work out for us this time.

He thinks Eddie is saying something else, too distracted by the suddenly loud ringing in his ear, making him feel like he’s in a fishbowl.

#wip game #tag game #ask game #YALL HAVE NO IDEA THE AMOUNT OF BRAINROT IM FEELING #actually. thats a lie. i know some of yall are feeling this too #its terminal i fear #i just touched wips i thought were lost to the drive forever #HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOO

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austajunk · 1 year ago

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ok hear me out. 21, YomixMakoto. Yomi being a secret omega and going into heat while being alone with an alpha Makoto.

You asked for Omegaverse Yomi and Makoto and I HEAR YOU! God bless your brain, anon!

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Omegaverse, Knotting, and Yomi is still Yomi but teehee

It had happened at the worst possible moment. A situation Yomi Hellsmile thought he had buried underneath plenty of nullifying drugs and an offensive front had reared its unbearably ugly head at him. No one in his life had ever questioned him because he had made it all too certain through every action he took that he had to be thought of as “clearly an Alpha”. Surely, he was. Even Yomi believed it himself. Yes! Of course, he resisted the natural urges he was born with and rose above to be far greater than anyone who dared to even look him in the eyes.

He wasn’t an Omega. He wasn’t that.

The Amaterasu Peacekeepers praised and worshiped him out of fear. Crowds would part like the sea when he appeared in the distance. He. Was. An. Alpha.

He had stormed around the tacky penthouse of Makoto Kagutsuchi, glaring at the freak’s bare chest when he came to summon the Amaterasu CEO to a meeting. His guards had offered to come with him that morning, but Yomi waved them off. It was embarrassing enough having to interact with someone as ridiculous as Makoto so he didn’t mind going up the elevator on his own to drag the bastard out.

Sitting in his large, circular bath, Makoto was leaning back and enjoying a light glass of white wine. Yomi gave an indignant snort at the sight. The man was a living, breathing joke, never taking anything seriously. With all the power he wielded, he could do anything with the rotten city of Kanai Ward, but he let it all waste away on frivolous things in the shadows. Yomi despised Makoto with every fiber of his being. He wanted to grip him by the throat and hold him over the building, letting him fall to his death with that most exquisite splatter below him.

If only…, Yomi seethed inwardly. If only…

“Get out of that damn bath and get ready. I won’t repeat myself.” Yomi demanded, his fierce eyes tracing the smiling corners of Makoto’s mask. He turned to wait by the door.

But that heat that swelled up from his anger wouldn’t dissipate. It was then that Yomi noticed his labored breathing. His chest began to rise and fall to a peculiar rhythm. Was he… panting? He was. A mysterious hest wormed its way through every corner of his body. It was almost painful at first, making him stagger to the nearby penthouse wall while clutching his chest. A splashing noise behind him told him that Makoto had gotten out of his bath to approach him, but Yomi gritted his teeth and forced himself upright.

“You stay the hell away from me!” He roared at Makoto, who had just stood up from his bath.

Rage and desperation fused inside of Yomi’s mind and swirled around until he began to feel nauseous. There was a heaviness weighing down his body. The heat continued to flood him completely until it pooled directly between his legs. He panted again, feeling his mouth water. What the hell was this?! Why was this happening to him?!

An unwavering pulse rushed through his cock, making his body twitch and stumble again. Yomi’s thoughts filtered from his mind and instead, he was left with the relentless urge to roll onto his stomach and brush his body against something warm and comforting. His hand shook as it lowered down his front to the crotch of his trousers. He was already as hard as a spike, the pressure concentrating inside of him like a tightly wound knot.

“Fuck-! Fuck!” He groaned. He sank entirely to his knees and saw red.

Moments later, an inviting scent wafted to his nostrils. It was sweet, like rum-soaked raisins. Yomi never thought he could be attracted to such a strange scent, but he whimpered in his throat no matter how much he tried to hold himself back. A wet spot developed against the front of his pants, signifying his need to be mounted.

What the hell was that scent? It made Yomi dizzy. It made him want to lower himself and roll around in it, like it was a collar and leash tugging him to a master he had always belonged to.

“Director Yomi?” A light voice above him called.

Yomi inwardly cringed. No… goddammit, why did he have to fall before him?! A line of drool formed to Yomi’s lips instead of the threatening shout he had tried to spit out instead.

Makoto Kagutsuchi smelled divine. That scent caressed Yomi against his will.

“That’s quite a surprise,” said the voice in that irksome polite tone. “It seems you’re a late-blooming Omega, Yomi.”

Those words drowned Yomi’s mind. He wanted to thrash and scream that it wasn’t true, but every sound that left his lips was but a small growl. It was like his body only allowed him to beckon for more. When his vision came to, he realized that Makoto was hovering over him completely naked. Yomi’s eyes sailed down his slender frame to the cock between Makoto’s two legs. It was the only thing Yomi could think to look at. He licked his lips, then bit them in punishment. He had to resist this.

Makoto sighed and rested his hand on Yomi’s clothed shoulder. “You’re not going to help yourself like that, you know? I’m actually a bit flattered. You hate me so much, yet the sight of me naked sent you into heat…”

“Shut up—! It’s not…I’m not,” Yomi choked.

Makoto merely chuckled and turned the wounded Director over. “I’m pretty sure you are.” He gestured to his pale, naked body. “Your scent is getting me pretty hard too. You’ve even brought my knot out.”

Yomi didn’t have to crane his neck far to see the massive, swollen ball of flesh accompanying Makoto’s cock. A salty, bittersweet scent wafted to his senses and he swallowed. His cock pulse between his legs and images of that bulging knot kissing his puckered hole flashed through his mind.

Fuck, he wanted it bad. His body was craving all of Makoto. And he fucking loathed it.

“Shh…shhh… don’t whimper, Yomi,” said Makoto, infuriatingly soothing, “or the peacekeepers outside will be absolutely certain that you want me to breed with you.”

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”

“Oh dear. That’s not nice,” replied Makoto, even more pleasantly. “It’s a shame. You really are a little majestic like this. Unkempt. The sweat coating your body. There’s something nice to look at for once.” He chuckled again.

Every word made Yomi want to kill himself. He couldn’t contain himself anymore. By this point, his hands were tearing at the front of his pants. Makoto caught his hands and shook his head.

“Stay calm. Just breathe. We need to make sure you can handle my knot, Yomi. You and I won’t be untangling from each other for a while…”

Yomi dug his nails viciously into Makoto’s arms, but the CEO seemed to ignore him even as he drew some red. Instead, Makoto slid Yomi’s pants down gently and let his cock breathe some fresh air.

“You’re already so very wet. I wonder how long it’s been since you’ve been touched…” Makoto hummed, sliding his cool fingers across Yomi’s shaft. A jolt of warmth burst through Yomi’s tip, sending a low howl through the back of his throat. It felt so good, so blindingly pleasurable that Yomi couldn’t help but to roll his hips and pant like a basic whore. “Yomi…don’t tell me you’ve refused to touch yourself just to ignore your status as an Omega?”

Yomi couldn’t answer. He wanted to but the sensation of being touched captured his mind completely. He wasn’t the Director of the Amaterasu Peacekeepers any longer. He was just an animal on the rug beneath Makoto Kagutsuchi, his moans of ecstasy begging for more and more.

Makoto clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I wanted to prepare you, but you really have it back.” He scratched the back of his head, then with an unlikely strength Yomi didn’t know he possessed, he forced Yomi on his stomach. His fingers sank into the meat of Yomi’s ass and raised it to his hips. His cock pressed to Yomi’s puckered starfish before his free hand reached to the wet cock dangling between Yomi’s legs.

“Ngh-aghhh!!!” The unearthly noises that Yomi made became more animalistic the closer Makoto leaned inside of him.

“It’s going to be a real fit. I want to be merciful and pretend like you deserve better…” Makoto’s voice drifted to Yomi’s ear in an insidious hiss. “You don’t but as your Alpha, I’ll care for you.”

With that, he pressed inwards. The squeals Yomi made as his ass expanded around the thick base of Makoto’s shaft were music to Makoto’s ears. There was something at the core of his being as an Alpha, a need to control Yomi and bring him under his wing. And now… perhaps he could have it. Inch by inch, he sank inside his new bitch, giving a sordid sigh of heat as soon as his knot met the base of Yomi’s ass.

The knot swelled and Makoto soon lost his own will to form words as well. He jammed his hips to Yomi’s forcing them to fully connect until his knot ruthlessly pried his cheeks apart. Yomi cried out, knocking his head against the floor. The impact showered him in darkness and stars, but he was swimming through an ocean of pain and pleasure combining into one.

“Bigger…” It was the one thing Yomi could muster to say because it took over his mind and senses. “It’s getting bigger inside—!” He ground his ass back along Makoto’s thrusts.

With Makoto’s fingers around his cock, Yomi let out a wordless cry as his entire body contracted and shuddered. He groaned and spurted his release all over Makoto’s hands until leaks to the floor beneath him. The knot trapped his ass around his new Alpha and he faltered to the floor, unable to keep up. The flood of pleasure is too numbing to count on his hands and legs any longer.

Weakened, Yomi passed out on the ground as his insides were painted with shot after shot of thick, hot cum. Makoto but his bottom lip, losing himself to the lust as well. He gripped Yomi’s hips and rested against him as his orgasm ebbed slowly away in small pulses. As he said, they would be entangled together for a while. Yomi was a pleasant enough figure when he was sleeping and his ass was quite warm and tight around his shaft, but when he woke up…

Makoto shook his head and laid his head down on Yomi’s back. Well… that was a mess to sort out the next day, wasn’t it?

#haha Yomi’s overcompensating #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #yomi hellsmile #makoto kagutsuchi #yomikoto #helltsuchi #nsft prompt #writing prompts #nsft #thanks for the ask!#my ficlets

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sometimesraven · 1 year ago

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Wyrm

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: Jenn Chou

Summary:

in which "would you still love me if i were a worm" is answered through tears of the kingdom because ian is a dork

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(contains ToTK spoilers)

Work had been rough. It quickly became part of Ian and Jenn's routine to spend some time relaxing once per week, especially since finding out the literal apocalypse was a very real possibility. They'd invited the rest of the core Quantum Leap team a few times but apparently their tolerance for socialising with the same four people they saw all week at work began and ended with Housewives.

Ian and Jenn didn't have many other friends, however, and Jenn was more than happy to just sit and watch Ian play video games all day as long as she could spend some time not thinking about the end of the world.

It was on one of these lazy Sunday afternoons that Jenn put down her phone, leaned slowly against Ian's shoulder, then abandoned that idea entirely in favour of resting her head in their lap, gazing up at them with heavy-lidded eyes. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Ian blinked, glancing down briefly from their game to quirk a brow at their friend. "Really?"

"What?"

"Turtle, how high are you?"

Jenn snorted, squirming at the nickname, "Shut up. Answer the question."

Ian looked back up at their game, seeming to contemplate it for a while. "...What kind of worm?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe. What if you were like a tapeworm or something?"

"Are you saying you don't want me to live in your intestines?" Jenn pouted in mock-offense, sitting back up to lean on Ian's shoulder again.

"You wouldn't enjoy it," they said, somehow managing to keep an entirely straight face. "Too much anxiety in there already; you hate living cramped."

"Okay, well... what about like, just an earthworm or something?"

"Sure, if you don't eat my flowers."

Jenn gave them a playful slap, trying to brush off the anxiety that grew unbidden in her chest. It had been a playful hypothetical, but apparently her broken-ass brain had other plans, "You are a flower."

Ian glanced down at her again, their expression softening and their brow pinching as if they could sense the shift in her mood. Slowly, they rested down their Switch controller so they could give her their full attention. “You can eat me, that’s fine.”

“Ugh, be serious,” she laughed, torn between annoyance at how quickly her mood could drop and amusement at how stupid the circumstances were. “You’re asking me to consider you turning into a word and you want me serious?” Ian’s chuckle rumbled their chest and vibrated to her cheek as they paused to think again, then picked up their controller once more. “Let me show you something.”

Jenn rolled her eyes, but shifted to pay attention regardless. Honestly she hadn’t cared too much to notice what was going on until now — her only interest in most of Ian’s games was that Ian themself was so into them. Right now the game of choice was one of the new Zelda games, and the most she was getting out of it was some nice bright scenery to chill her out in tandem with some really good weed.

Ian’s little twink guy was wearing an open back dress, because of course that’s what they put him in. Jenn watched them run him through some fields, then leap into the sky with some weird rocket thing they’d built out of nowhere. So far she had no idea what the point of this was, but Jenn trusted Ian to get to the point eventually.

They came to rest on the snout of a… dragon? Jenn was pretty sure that was a dragon. It looked like a giant, glowing sky w-..

”A sky worm,” she realised blankly, amused by the topical imagery but unsure how it related to her.

”Wyrm with a ‘y’, yeah.” Jenn sat up straight as they continued to play, watching as they pulled out some kind of flower and nestled it amongst about a dozen others in the dragon’s mane. "Her favourite," they explained, their voice softer still as if they were lowering it for the dragon's sake. "I bring one every time I visit."

Jenn couldn't help but smile, enraptured by how easily her friend became immersed in these games. This right here was why she always came over to watch them; seeing the bittersweet joy twinking in their eyes was enough to almost make her forget what she was talking about. "'Her'?"

Ian nodded, "Without spoiling too much, this dragon used to be a-.. well-loved character."

Realisation dawned, then, and Jenn felt tears prickling her eyes at how sweet what Ian was doing in this game truly was. "And the character was your friend?"

Another nod, "Sometimes, when-.. when things are a lot. I come to this spot on her snout and just-.. tell her everything." Ian looked down at Jenn again, letting their game continue to drift through the sky on this dragon Ian had befriended. Wrapping an arm around her, they offered Jenn an adoring smile. "You're my best friend, Jenn. Nothing will ever change that."

"What if something does?" she sighed, nuzzling into their cuddle, "What if Ben changes something, or future us?"

Jenn could feel the weight of the sigh that lifted Ian's chest, but they squeezed her a little tighter. "I like to think we'll find each other again. Even if we're totally different people."

That settled something in her chest, at least. The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the comforting sounds of the game still running on-screen. Jenn watched the dragon glide for a while longer, transfixed by the glowing flowers Ian had decorated her hair with, and hummed thoughtfully. "She's kinda pretty."

"Yeah," Ian agreed, the teasing edge returning to their voice, "Little too femme to be you, honestly. If anyone's turning into a wyrm it's me."

"I'll be sure to bring you flowers."

#mine #writing #quantum leap #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap reboot #ql #ian wright ql #ian wright #dr ian wright #ian wright is audhd #jenn chou ql #bpd jenn chou #jenn chou #jiann #jiann ql

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verminviscount · 1 year ago

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ive been made aware that i have strong opinions on my personal ranking of percy jackson characters so im making a post about it. bc thats what we do here on tungle.hell. experiencing brain worms? spread the word. @garecc i invite you to include your own brain worms here

for those who may not know, which i expect is most of my followers here, Travis (garecc) and i go way back to the days of a trials of apollo discord server that has since crumbled under the weight of various discourse and does not exist at this time. so if anyone understands pjo brain rot, its him.

ONTO THE RANKING. ill be focusing on main characters bc if i include side characters we'll be here all day and Sally Jackson would be every character in this top 5.

1. Hazel Levesque. Deserves better in the eyes of fandom. Gained pretty good control over the mist within one book. Has a cool magic horse. Similar tragic backstory to Nico, but not sulking about it. No shame in sulking, but its cool to see someone go through bad shit and come out still feeling mostly okay.

2. Will Solace. Unfortunately for me, I haven't finished the trials of apollo series yet, so i dont know THAT much about Will as he's primarily a background character. But Apollo kids and medics both get my utmost respect and appreciation, always. and he's a little bit of a sarcastic little shit, but the kind where people dont get annoyed with you bc its almost always funny and lighthearted. i know from hearing people talk about tsats that he's also a Sad Boy (which is to be expected as a demigod, tragedy physically cannot leave you alone.), and im excited to read about someone with my personality go through a mental breakdown :D!

3. Frank Zhang. Listen to me. How can he not be this high up. I don't even know where to begin with this guy, he's so gods damned cool. He's just such a good character and a good dude too! I'd love to be his friend. What a sweetheart, iirc he was the only person at camp jupiter who wasnt freaked out by Nico? he's so nice. children of Ares/Mars are usually mean, and he's so nice. i love him so much. also his life force is connected to a chunk of wood, which is kinda neat. he's a legacy of poseidon. he's canadian. im pretty sure his first name is Westernized bc his grandma calls him Fai, my last name was westernized when my great grandparents came over so i sort of get it though not nearly to the same degree. I ALMOST FORGOT HE CAN SHAPESHIFT!!! DUDE what a cool guy. we gotta move on, i gotta cut myself off. give him more attention in your fan works

4. Nico di Angelo. obviously a fan favorite, but im talking canon Nico here. im not talking about an uwu soft emo boi. im talkin about a sarcastic, pessimistic, deeply insecure little dude. listen, im not gonna talk about the things i love about nico because its been said a million times. its nothing new. im just gonna say that i love reading about characters that go through awful awful trauma and still overcome and find joy on the other side.

5. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. so my impulse is to put Leo here bc i adored him when i first read HoO. and if i didnt really think about it, i wouldve put him. but... Rachel!! how can you not love her! a mortal lady who can see through the mist, she fought with a hairbrush, she's the liveliest and loveliest oracle of delphi camp halfblood has ever and will ever know, she’s from money and hates it, she's an activist, an artist, way more helpful than the last oracle for sure. the mummy in the attic just left you to fend for yourself, Rachel will at least try to help you interpret what a prophecy means. she's blunt and talks a mile a minute, i love seeing my "flaws" represented positively in media.

honorable mentions: Leo Valdez of course, easily my number 6 spot. Apollo/Lester, we love seeing immense character development. Grover Underwood, probably the first time i ever had a definitive favorite character. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, romance would be dead and we wouldnt have a series without them.

#percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #character ranking

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lollich0p · 2 years ago

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Why you yes YOU should play S.T.A.L.K.E.R Shadow over Chernobyl

Stalker is one of my favorite video game series ever and it's my sworn duty as a fan to tell people to go play a game from 2007. Stalker is a post-apoc open world survival shooter. I first played it when I was very young on my dads computer and never finished it because I wasn't supposed to be playing it at all, and I always remembered it as a walking sim. It is only kinda a walking sim and the rest of it is a intriguing look at an unusual nuclear apocalypse.

Pros: It may be the severe radiation but I absolutely love the games story and was extremely invested in it when I actually played through the whole thing as an adult. It's just a fairly interesting take on a very bad situation. (I'd definitely recommend watching this lore video after you play/watch all of them it's one of my favorites) It has delightfully dated graphics (your menu is a pda :D) that may be a little off putting but if you like older games this one will definitely be a favorite. It has an amazingly desolate atmosphere and the textures, modeling, and map design really give everything a real but slightly unnatural feel, you will feel in danger most of the game in the best way. The game has a really good sense of humor where appropriate and I have to tell you I had the biggest smile on my face watching a translated jokes video recently. I really love the voice acting, both the english and russian sounds good (I wish I could turn on the russian v/o for everything imo) I really like the slower gun combat it feels very good, like every second of combat really means something (also you can get a sniper rifle so its a 10/10 for me) The game has an amazing ost my favorite is Cordon You know that video of some guy sorting his storage in re4? That's how your inventory works. (you also have a stamina run bar that is effected by how much stuff you're carrying) This game is so old it could literally run on a toaster. (if you play on max settings please turn you contrast back up or else the game looks like shit) It has multiplayer if you wanna hang out with the homies. Plus it's literally six dollars on steam.

Cons: Right off the bat I wanna say the devs tried to do nfts with the property, the fans complained and they didn't in the end but if that would prevent you from buying the game I want you to know. The game has a very small english speaking fanbase so finding content can be a bit hard This game has scary and upsetting visuals (mutants, dead guys, darkroom combat) The game can get very difficult at certain points, especially for a new player. The combat is brutal and realistic (if you get shot with bullets it hurts alot) and you're heavily rewarded for taking the slow careful route at all times, the npcs are very clever they can and will sneak up on you and shoot you full of so many bullets. The controls can be a bit wonky and take some getting used to, for me personally it kinda strains my hand to manage standing upright/crouched/crawling with the default buttons. The game doesnt pause when you're looking at you inventory or at your PDA which can be annoying if you aren't used to it. You know that video of some guy sorting his storage in re4? Thats how your inventory works. (you also have a stamina run bar that is effected by how much stuff you're carrying) The ai can be a bit janky because the game is old. Sometimes characters will get stuck repeating voicelines or continually run into walls. This game crashes sooo much it's not funny (save often).

Thank you for coming to my TED talk please go play stalker for all it's flaws it's still a great game that I think more people need to play. Also once again it costs as much as three cheeseburgers from mcdonalds.

#radio chatter #I like stalker the normal ammount #inviting you all to get brain worms w/ me #uhhh I think I got everything #if I missed anything big lmk

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agentmika · 4 years ago

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MIKA!Cas - a Spotify playlist by Cherryredbomb

There should’ve been an Agent Mika, but also if there had been an Agent Mika, I think I would’ve lost my mind. A Cas-inspired ALL MIKA playlist that loosely follows his character arc in the series. (x)

Shout-out to Tumblr user @autisticandroids whose post about Good Wife - MIKA x the Cas watching Dean rake leaves scene sent me down this path. Their takes on Cas also feature into another song choice on this list

Disclaimer: While I’ve watched spn since 2014 and started watching live mid-s9, I only seen the show completely through once and went off of memory and my particularly enriched Tumblr enclosure to consider connections to Cas’s character arc.

It’s all MIKA (some w/ features tho), but song names will be bolded, my thoughts and season or scene connections next to them, and on occasion, screencaps or lyrics added for emphasis. Parts with a * next to them are my personal favorites.

Rain -> early seasons Cas. falling Cas. give this poor angel a break.

Talk About You -> Cas being ANNOYING AS HELL to all other angels in the garrison because he has a crush on Dean.

One Foot Boy* -> "I serve God, I don't serve Man, and I certainly don't serve you" Vibes + s8 lobotomies era + doubt still, always doubt still

Promiseland* (edit and addition brought to you by the genius of @hocuspocushogeschool) -> this song is SOOOOO Cas. It is the strong righteous soldier Cas 😤 again becoming disillusioned with heaven, god, and his purpose. It makes me think of s4-s6 Cas, but I think whatever part of Cas is represented in this song is something core to his character that lasts till the end. So get this:

Last Party* -> Endverse!Cas ESPECIALLY but also a little bit Cas in all apocalypse scenarios. "I'll go with you" on Dean's suicide mission vibes. “I’ll be there with you at the end”(paraphrased) Cas with Mark of Cain Dean vibes. "You weren't invited and don't want to stay, but keep partying anyway" -> CAS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. CRACK IN HIS CHASSIS. WRENCH IN THE WORKS. EVERY TIME.

No Place in Heaven -> Conversations with Anna and Dean about his doubt. The fight with Uriel in 4x16. 6x20 bench monologuing. That scene where he looks up like >:[ I believed in you! Generally early seasons Cas before Chuck is revealed in all his shittiness.

I See You -> Still Beautiful Still Dean Winchester. Think of s6 invisiCas. Think of Cas rescuing Dean from Hell, rebuilding him. Then getting to know him, and beginning to doubt, beginning to fall.

Rio** -> Upbeat but reminds me of how Cas is ALWAYS going through it damn. Anyway this song has everything for your Cas projection needs. I thought it would just be funny at first b/c I was thinking of the fact that Hunter Corp Sam & Dean canonically fucked off to Brazil but !!!!! Consider s6 Cas and how they tried to make him a villain. Also, the Casifer arc.

Good Wife***-> the song that started it all. upbeat but my GOD, the YEARNING. Basically s6, 6x20, and just CAS. This song honestly speaks for itself and THEY NEVER DID GET TO KNOW THE GOOD LIFE DID THEY ;-; Also ALSO these lyrics??? but especially yellow highlight:

ONCE MORE CAS’S LOVE = UNPLANNED WRENCH IN THE WORKS. GAY LOVE PIERCES THE VEIL AND SAVES THE DAY (and gives me brain worms). FUCK U CHUCK.

Meme credit @autisticandroids. Gifset w/ lyrics that made me see shrimp colors earlier tonight can be found here (x) courtesy of @bikingdean

Staring at the Sun -> ohoHOHOHo. Cas pov loving Dean. Sacrificial. Unconditional. Irreversible. If you want a particular spn timeline to think, consider AWOL Demon Dean arc, Dean Michael Possession arc, or general early spn when Cas was often away from the Winchesters but found himself thinking of Dean A LOT but maybe didn't realize it was Love Yet. Dean is the sun.

Touches You *-> credit to @autisticandroids for their post about Cas being like hmm, I want Sam's Codependency with Dean but For Me

I mean:

Heroes -> s7 white scrubs cas. Having taken on Sam's Lucifer Burden. And then purgaytory.

Origin of Love -> Godstiel. S7 deancas. "We're making it up as we go." General deancas, cas pov. Also I love everyone because I love you vibes.

Stuck in the Middle -> Heaven or Earth. Angel or Human. I mean, c'mon. Could specifically consider s8 Cas wondering about Heaven beyond Naomi's control, but, ultimately, it is about Cas choosing the Winchesters and specifically Dean (imo). Also, these lyrics = Cas @ Dean:

Ordinary Man** -> CAS LOSING HIS GRACE ARC PLUS VICTORIAN CONSUMPTION PINING AFTER DEMON DEAN WHO’S AWOL (s10-ish)

Hurts** -> MIKA X HUMAN CAS GETTING KICKED OUT OF THE BUNKER AND LIVING ON THE STREETS. PAIN. JAIL FOR DEAN FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS FOR THIS SCENE!!! JAIL!! Like Cas is HUMAN. Cas is overwhelmed with feelings and new sensations and one of the first ones he gets to experience in-depth is HEARTBREAK. THANKS DEAN. FUCK U GADREEL.

Stardust -> a little bit of 15x18 confession came to mind, but general deancas longing I feel

Make You Happy* -> "Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters (aka Dean Winchester)" and “shattered at the alter of Winchester” vibes. Verse one but especially, "But if this is love then watch me die on you" and I VIVIDLY pictured the s12 finale cas death and the Dean staring at his pyre scene.

I Went to Hell Last Night -> Cas during Dean Michael Possession Arc + God!Jack vibes. Also consider their very first meeting of course.

Ready to Call This Love* -> late stage hunter husbands deancas. This is a beautiful duet and if you look at the lyrics on genius, I particularly interpreted it as the italics being Cas and the plain text being Dean.

Relax, Take it Easy -> Cas taking the deal with the empty and actually reflecting on what he's done maybe. Could also connect with Casifer deal and any of his own poor decisions. Could also be post-confession in the empty.

Any Other World -> s14 finale/s15 beginning. Jack was just killed by Chuck. Chuck is the enemy. Things seem hopeless and irreversibly changed. Shit.

Me, Myself -> This is also break-up-esque, but could also be heard as depressed Cas in the Empty post-confession, thinking Dean doesn’t reciprocate and feeling hopeless. It has Spanish and made me think deancas Spanish dub, but it’s really more like trying to move on vibes. Has a line in Spanish about broken wings

Tah Dah -> s15 break-up when Cas tries to move on

Step With Me* -> deancas post confession when Dean tells Cas he loves him and they live in domestic bliss (fuck u cw this is MY canon)

BONUS:

By the Time -> In the MIKA!Cas universe, Dean POV on that scene where Cas stole the colt from UNDER DEAN'S PILLOW

It’s My House -> Kinda just enjoyed this one as a fun bop. Pictured it through the Mika!Cas universe lens of being deancas happy ending with a Roadhouse-esque place. Also it might’ve just been on my mind but I was also very much thinking Fuck John Winchester when I listened to this. When the lyrics are like “cause my house is your house,” it’s like NOT you @ him.

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years ago

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Hi! Sorry to be annoying but its been a worm in my brain about what's going to happen to the nauseous villain. Whats going to be their reaction with the villains? Are they going to just insist that they want to go home and the villains won't understand that they want to go to the facility they were trained into nauseousness in? Again sorry for being annoying!

Sorry this took so long! I tried a little bit of a new storytelling device in here-- a frame story. I really hope you enjoy! This series is so so fun, and so very whumpy.

Continued from here, first part can be found here.

CW//Emetophobia, restraints, sedation, insults and swearing, mentions of poisoning, muzzles

“They’re sleeping.”

Doctor’s tone was quiet enough to nearly be described as a whisper, words barely audible above the background noise of the base’s medical wing. Based simply upon their facial expression, it seemed as though they, too, would very much like to be asleep as well-- lines of fatigue were carved deep under their eyes, showing that they’d been awake for far, far too long.

The bandage wrapped tightly about their forearm displayed an entirely different issue, but it seemed to be one that they were far too exhausted to pay much mind to.

“They’re sleeping?” Supervillain echoed. Fatigue crept, too, at their bones, yet it was not an exhaustion wrought by work. Rather, it had been brought on by worry.

“Mhm.” The doctor spoke with a nod. “For now.”

“They’re... They’re okay, then?”

“They’re...” They bit their lower lip. “They’ve calmed down.”

“Are they themself again?” Supervillain’s voice turned to the epitome of eagerness, almost childish in their excitement. “Are they acting- They’re acting normal?”

A moment of tense, sorrowful silence.

“No.” Doctor shook their head after a long pause. “No, they aren’t. I’m sorry. We had to sedate them.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” They repeated. “They were getting worse.”

“It’s okay. I trust your judgement. You did what you had to.” The supervillain murmured in a low voice. “Can I see them? Is... Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

Supervillain couldn’t ignore the way that sickness threatened to boil within their chest at the words. They could see them. They could see their friend, their ward, their kid. And, now that they were asleep, they couldn’t be terrified.

They couldn’t be terrified of their own friend. Not while they were unconscious.

There was a horribly sorrowful air to the way that Doctor moved, turning back towards the hospital room door, as though they were leading their boss to a morgue. The knob clicked as it was turned, and the room beyond was unveiled.

Villain was sleeping. At long last, their eyes were closed-- the slightest peace visible there, even as it was buried beneath tension and twitching eyelids.

And, yet, the remnants of their terror could be seen clear as day. The restraints made sure of that. There was almost more leather, metal, and fabric upon their body than there was skin.

The muzzle was what drew their attention the quickest. A contraption of black mesh, held in place by leather straps-- straps that danced in tandem with those holding an oversized pair of headphones to their skull. Similar lines of leather criss-crossed the rest of their body in an elaborate pattern, holding down their wrists, their ankles, their midsection, their limbs, and even their head, eliminating all by the slightest of movements. Odd, leather pieces had been fastened over their hands: Mitt cuffs, keeping their fingers curled and hands useless.

A particularly odd restraint had been placed upon their upper arm and wrist-- a sort of flat, plastic, white-stained board, with straps to hold their wrist and elbow in place. Between the straps, an IV line ran, fastened down with all manner of surgical tape.

“I’m sorry.” It seemed as though Doctor couldn’t stop themself from repeating the phrase. “I’m so sorry. I know they’re- They’re our friend. I didn’t want to have to tie them down like this...”

Supervillain understood. They did, really, even as they felt as though their heartstrings were being played with a violin’s bow. Villain was their friend, they saw them as almost their child, in some ways, even as they would never admit to. They had once been the kindest, the youngest among them, and now...

“I trust your judgement.” They spoke, voice nearly quivering with a whimper. “I know you would only do what you have to.”

Doctor nodded somberly.

“They... They were really scared. We don’t know what was wrong with them. We still don’t.”

“Are you they going to be okay?” Supervillain couldn’t help themself from wandering nearer to the bedside. Staring down at their friend, shackled like a wild beast. “They look...” They trailed off.

“We’re doing everything we can.” Of course they were, but would it be enough? “We don’t know what’s wrong. I’m really sorry.”

“You did what you had to.” They truly wished that the medic would cease their apologies. They had only helped. They had spent so long in their own quarters, worrying and pacing until they wore through their socks.

“Do you know what happened? Before we arrived? No one has had a clear story.”

“Well...”

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“They’re going to be scared.” Supervillain’s voice was marked by the slightest of nervous prickles as they moved around their vehicle, from driver’s seat to rear doors. It was a van of considerable size and white bulk. They had taken it for a reason, had intended for Villain to ride in the back, since the beginning. For their own safety. So they wouldn’t be seen. As it had turned out, however, there was another benefit to that fact.

So it seemed, every villain in the base had gathered in the underground garage. Some of them, they noted, didn’t even live within its walls-- someone had invited friends for this occasion. They had specifically been told not to do that.

But, they were here, now, and there was little to be done about that fact. A crowd of twenty-five, bustling with excitement like grade schoolers.

“Everybody back up!” The supervillain called, order ringing out in concrete walls. With just how uncommon their use of commands was, those they spoke to followed their words in an instant, spreading out into a sort of semi-circle formation. “Villain is terrified, right now. Give them space. They’re going right to the medical wing.”

Words in a half-dozen languages buzzed through the gathered crowd.

“Do you get that? Are you guys going to be chill?”

Twenty-five pairs of eyes shot to them, and twenty-five heads nodded.

“Okay. Try to- Just try not to scare them, okay? Please.”

With a nervous gait, Supervillain turned towards their vehicle. Why were they so frightened? This was their friend, after all. Their teammate. They weren’t dangerous-- of course they weren’t, even though the bar holding the van’s rear doors closed may have indicated otherwise to some. It was only for safety reasons, that was all.

They knocked on the doors once, then twice, then slowly, ever so slowly, slid the bar away.

From the back of the van, Villain erupted, as though a wild animal. Had they been waiting at the doors? Struggling at them? Fighting? Certainly they had been, or there would have been no way that they could have leapt with such speed.

The villain crashed to the ground, onto their knees. In an instant, every single person under Supervillain’s orders immediately violated everything they had told them.

‘Swarming’ was the only verb that would be accurate to what occurred in that moment. Nearly every single member of the crowd rushed forth. Some kept at least a foot or two of distance, while more than one crashed right into their toppled-over comrade.

“Villain!”

“You’re okay!”

“I missed you so much!”

“What happened?”

“Where were you?”

“What did they do to you?”

“Are you alright?”

All the concerns, the joys, and the cries raised in volume until they could be described only as a cacophony, a cluster of noise.

The voices were broken only by a scream. A pained scream, and a flash of red. Villain moved nigh-impossibly quickly, teeth gripping around the arm of one who had once been their friend. They tore, leaving great, bloody marks in their wake, as they reared back their head to scream:

“You fucking pieces of shit! Scum! I hate you all! Get away from me, get away from me! I’ll kill you all, I hate-”

Their tirade was ceased only as their body heaved forward, a dribble of bile exploding from their lips, dripping to the floor.

In an instant, the excitement of the scene was gone. The heaving continued, dry gagging spitting out less and less green each time Villain’s body was wracked. By the end, they could only expel air.

When at last they ceased, once more they struck out, teeth hardly missing the neck of another target who seemed to have been selected at random.

“Hold them down. Hold them down!” The cry came from someone in the crowd, someone Supervillain couldn’t identify in their panic. Yet, it was echoed, rippling through those who seemed as though they had been stricken by an odd sort of grief.

“Hold them down!”

And such was done. Four villains moved to hold their hands against Villain’s back, keeping them against the floor, even as they writhed and spat like a beast.

It was then that the medical team arrived. It was then that Supervillain watched their friend, their ward, dragged away, all the while spitting their name as though it was an obscenity.

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“We thought they were sick.” Doctor admitted with a bowed head. “Their behavior seemed consistent with delirium, or some kind of hallucinogen. Between vomiting and confused behavior...”

“Did you find it?” Somehow, the words brought a burgeoning hope to Supervillain’s chest, replacing, in some capacity, the dread that their own story had brought on. “The drug? The- The poison? Or is it a disease? A fever?”

The silence that hung between the two was heavier than lead. At last, the doctor shook their head.

“We don’t know what’s wrong. We did everything we could. The symptoms were consistent with poisoning, and there was no time to test for that, so we acted as though it was.”

“Did you ask them?”

“We did but... They seemed a lot more intent on insulting us than answering any questions.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. We pumped their stomach, and flushed it with charcoal, just for good measure. But... It didn’t help.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if it was a poison, it wasn’t one that was ingested by mouth.”

“But it was a poison?”

“We don’t know that. I’m sorry. A certain time after ingestion, it’s hard to tell. We- We drew some blood. It tested negative for all common narcotics and poisons, but it could be something less common. It’s in the lab, now.”

“When will we know? A few hours?”

“A few weeks.”

“Weeks?”

“I’m sorry. It’s slow, I’m so sorry. Until then...”

“What?”

“Until then we’ll manage them, as best as we can. It was like a game of cat and mouse, Supervillain. I’m really sorry. We had to muzzle them. They bit me.” The doctor raised a hand, showing off the bandage they now wore.

“But what if they wanted to talk?”

“It’s only mesh. Stops biting, but not talking. Then, they tried to scratch at us, so we cuffed them. That made them scratch at themself, so, the mitts.”

“And you had to strap them down?”

“When we put in the IV, yes. There was no other way. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s just... Weird.”

“To see them tied up like this?”

“Yeah.”

“It is for me, too. I know. But it’s not them.” Doctor looked up, meeting the eyes of their commander. “You need to remember that, yeah? We all do. It’s not really Villain. Whatever is doing this to them, it’s not them.”

“I know. I- I just need to convince myself that that’s true.” Supervillain straightened themself, standing up taller. “What do you recommend? For their care going forward?”

The doctor seemed to sense the change in professionalism, and assumed a similar stance.

“We’ll continue to look into what’s causing their sickness. Until we can find a source, I’m advising nothing ingested by mouth, except for moderate amounts of water.”

“But- What if they get hungry?” And there went all that posturing, gone in an instant. “Won’t they get hungry?”

“We’re already giving them fluids and nutrients by IV. They’ll have all they need to survive.”

“But what if they get hungry?”

“We can give appetite suppressants if needed.” Doctor conceded. “Alongside fluids, I’m advising a constant drip of anti-nausea medication. With how much they were vomiting, choking is a real risk.”

“Okay. Granted, for both. What about... You said they were sedated?”

“That’s your choice, Sir. We sedated them in order to take samples. It’s less distressing for them, to take blood and the like while they’re asleep. The current dosage should wear off in four or so hours, giving them at least some sleep.”

“They need it.”

“They do. They may be unable to fall asleep at night on their own, and we may need to use sedatives to allow them to rest. As for during the day... That’s up to you.”

“What are my options?”

“We can forgo sedation altogether. It isn’t necessary medically, especially now that they have an IV placed. But in that case, they’re likely to be aggressive, and I can’t guarantee that they won’t present harm to themself or to others.

Or, we can provide a small, consistent level of sedative through an IV drip. Enough to keep them calm, and hopefully to quell any aggression. But that may also cause them some distress.”

“I don’t want to sedate them.” Supervillain admitted, after a terribly long pause. “No sedatives. Please.”

“Okay.”

They moved to the bedside, gripping the bedrails with their hands until their knuckles turned white. They were crying, oh, god, they were crying in front of their own medical staff.

“Villain.” They whispered. “Villain, I’m so, so sorry.”

And, in their sleep, Villain begun to dry heave.

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non-binaryfrankenstein · 3 years ago

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frick it, here's some fanfic.

So I might make a series of going into the cut Falsettos song Three Dates With Marvin and Whizzer: A True Story because I can't stop thinking of Marvin and Whizzer <3 It's a bit shorter than the other chapters of this are going to be if I do the other 3 dates but I hope you guys like it. :) If there is any way I can be a better writer, let me know! I haven't written in a while but I decided to take a shot at it, so it's a bit bad. But again, I hope you guys like it :)

TW:

Mentions of a past toxic relationship kind of? I don't know but I want to be sure no one gets triggered. Also F*ck and H*ll incase anyone is sensitive to those words :)

Three Date With Marvin and Whizzer: A True Story

Part One

A phone call. That’s all Marvin had to do. But his body wouldn’t comply. He glanced around his apartment. With the blinds closed, only the end table light illuminated the green rotary phone, the rest of the room was covered in inky blackness, leaving just Marvin. And the gleaming phone. Jason would have called and been finished by now. In fact, Marvin probably would have made Jason do it if the boy hadn't been at his mother's. But Marvin just couldn’t punch in the numbers of the ripped piece of paper. He couldn’t call Whizzer Brown. Even with him only wearing a t-shirt and boxers and the AC turned up to fight the brutal summer heat, Marvin’s face was warm with dread.

‘Come on, just a really quick phone call, for Jason, then you can hit the sack.’ Marvin thought. It was already 8:41, Marvin didn't have the time to wait anymore tonight. With a mumbled ‘fuck it', the middle-aged man had quickly dialed Whizzer’s number. After a few rings, along with the longest seconds of Marvin’s life, a voice cut through with careful precision,

“Hello, this is Whizzer Brown.’

“Hi, W-Whizzer!” 'Fuck-'

“Marvin! Hello.” All the careful grace of formality was dropped from the other man's voice. Marvin was swooning at the sudden change in Whizzer’s tone, seemingly only reserved for him.

”Yeah it’s me, how are you?”

“Fine, fine. Been a while since we talked, huh?” They both knew it hadn’t been that long, maybe a week, with their last meeting being at Jason’s baseball game. But Marvin nevertheless agreed.

“Yeah, sorry. Uh. You probably know Jason is getting Bar Mitzvah’d soon,” A hum of agreement could be heard from the other line. “He, um, really wants you to be there as a special guest. I know this is sudden, but, please? For Jason?” For a few moments, nothing but the occasional rumble of a passing car could be heard.

“...Are you still there?” Then a response that made Marvin’s heart flutter.

“I’m right here, can-”

“Can I maybe see you?” A hand quickly fastened to Marvin’s mouth while Whizzer froze up. Fuck. What the hell did he just do? How did it go from an invitation to a Bar Mitzvah to asking Whizzer on a date? He had been keeping his feelings hidden to respect Whizzer and with this damned phone call, he revealed everything. Every hidden blush, every admiring look, every touch that lit his whole body on delightful fire, every time he stopped himself from revealing his true passion, have been in vain, because of that one sentence. What if Whizzer thought he was trying to trick him? To worm his way into being his lover again? To-

“I’m still here and breathing.”

A tense pause left Marvin's throat tight, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

“I can’t forget when it was bad…” Marvin couldn’t blame him. It had been so horrible, they were both unhealthy for each other, with Marvin resorting to violence and outbursts while Whizzer replied with snarky comments and advances towards other men. How could they ever be together again? It’s a miracle that Whizzer even accepted Marvin’s friendship but a romance? Impossible! But yet again, Marvin’s mouth was faster than his brain.

“Let me try to make it right.” What did he just say? Why is he continuously fucking up everything in this phone call?

“When?” With a quick glance toward a framed photo of Jason and Whizzer in front of the trophy the child’s baseball team had won, Marvin had a bright idea. However, amid Marvin's hesitation, Whizzer had repeated,

"When?"

“Tomorrow? There's a baseball game tomorrow, isn't there?” A giggle erupted from Whizzer, coating Marvin’s freckled cheeks pink with humiliation. Whizzer's tone turned coy and playful.

“A baseball game? You hate baseball. Are you just trying to up your chances of me going with you?”

“No! I just..just wanted to do something you would like so at least you have fun…” Whizzer paused, for now, it was his turn to be flustered. A dumb smile crept onto his face, not the practiced flawless smirk, but a love-struck grin.

“Marvin, that’s so sweet. I…I'm a bit scared, but, I wanna try this. You’ve seemed to really change, you know? I hope that doesn’t sound judgemental or that I think I'm better than you or-,” Great, just what Whizzer needed to be, flustered. However, Marvin didn’t mind, he liked the hitch in his voice and his tender tone. Whizzer decided to stop and breathe.

”So! I’ll pick you up around 6, okay? You know what my car looks like, right?” Marvin would have intervened and picked him up instead, but he had given the car to Trina in the divorce.

“But Marvin, could you pay? Is that too much?” Whizzer knew it was a ridiculous request, but it was to make sure of Marvin’s intentions. If Marvin just wanted a young boy toy to use, he would just go to the bar, but if he really wanted Whizzer, if he really saw him as a person, he would put more effort than just nice words. However shallow it sounded, Whizzer knew this game, the quick and cheap desire for another man, for he had been the victim of it countless times, and had made this ‘test’ to protect himself.

“Of course, it’d be my delight, Whizzer.” Marvin had replied, soft and sincere. God, Whizzer would have melted into a puddle of a blushing mess right there if he could. How does Marvin have this much control over him? How could the man who had been so commanding be so understanding? He didn't want to love him, he wanted to deny everything, including this date, but again, Marvin's sincerity had twisted him around to be head over heels for the man.

“It was great talking to you Marv, I’m excited to see you tomorrow.”

‘Me too. Goodnight, Whiz.”

With a click and the gentle placing of the paper upon the table, Marvin clicked the lamp off and drifted off to his room, the pitter-patter of his bare feet echoing in the hall before collapsing into his bed, cheeks blushing bright red. A giggle emitted from his mouth, corners upturned, before placing his cold pillow upon himself in a useless attempt to cool his face down. However, a daunting thought stopped him, sending a chill of terror down his spine. What was he to wear?

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reddeadwriting · 4 years ago

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Hello! Could you please write sadie x fem reader? It begins with a small talk, reader tells her she never had relationships before, is never even been kissed before. And it ends with sadie kissing her or/and teaching how to kiss? 🥺

I totally can!! Thanks so much for requesting fem reader w Sadie,, that is my calling. Along w Tilly although i don't think i've written for her before oops. But real quick imma be real w you I ain't even been in a relationship so this is all my knowledge in my brain.

Sadie had picked you up while she was bounty hunting, she wasn't bounty hunting for you, but the man who captured you. You were lucky she came just at the right time, not that you weren't fully capable of gutting that man, but you weren't in the position for it.

You had gotten to talking when she captured the man and freed you.

"Thank you ma'am, I really appreciate it!" You said quite happy that you were no longer having to be around that nasty man.

"Ain't nothing."

She started to tie him up and put him on the back of her horse.

"You best be goin on now."

"I would, but I have no where to go." You scratched the back of your head.

She said nothing in response but instead got onto her horse. You frowned but what were you expecting, it's not like she was going to sweep you off your feet and allow you to stay with her. Although you loved that idea.

"Well get onto his horse?" She looked at you in confusion.

"Why for?"

"So you can come with me, I'll let you camp with me till you get back on your feet." Maybe you were wrong, she would invite you to stay with her.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you! I'll repay you one day, I swear it!" Quickly you got onto the mans horse, and followed Sadie along to the sheriffs office.

The ride had been quiet, besides the mans cries for mercy. Even then she'd slap him to get him to shut up. Funny how he had begged for mercy when he gave you none, no matter how much you begged.

Eventually you'd heard enough of his yapping and even told him yourself, "Shut the fuck up or I'll knock you out, you pathetic worm!"

Was that a bit harsh? I doubt it. He didn't say a word anymore though.

"Damn, I didn't know you had that in you." Sadie was smirking, she had obviously viewed you as a damsel in distress.

"Well, I'm not as weak as I looked in that situation there earlier, it was just unfortunate circumstances." You were getting grumbly now, it wasn't so upsetting to hear someone doubt you, but seeming weak was your least favorite thing.

"It's ok, I've been there before." Her smirk had dropped a little, clearly she was thinking of her past.

You quickly reached the sheriffs office and she had thrown him into the cell and walked out with a clip of money.

"I'm going to camp in this area tonight, you ok to tag along still?" She caressed her horses face and told her how she was a good girl.

"Im good to go!" She seemed so lovely, although she had a rough exterior, you could tell she really wasn't as mean as she made herself to me.

You both rode together to find somewhere to camp for the night, making some small talk before setting up camp. Eventually you found a good spot and you started to set up, with her help it only took a handful of minutes.

Eventually you had gotten a fire started and you sat down in front of it. Sadie quickly followed and sat next to you. She pulled out a piece of meat and put it on her knife to cook it over the fire.

"So, what made you want to be a bounty hunter?" You asked absent mindly staring into the embers of the fire.

"Long story."

"I get it, sorry I asked." You had felt a bit bad you had mentioned it, she doesn't seem normally the type to do this kind of work.

"It's alright," She paused for a second, "So, how were you there?"

"Long story." You chuckled a little, truthfully it was a long story.

She didn't say anything while she waited for her meat to be cooked, when it was done she ate most of it, before asking if you wanted some. Which you kindly accepted some. Then she broke the silence.

"My husband, he was killed, I fell into a gang, they helped me get back onto my feet. The gang broke up, I became a bounty hunter."

"I'm sorry for your loss, I really shouldn't have asked, it's none of my business." You looked at her in apology she looked back with no arent i'm her eyes, only a glimmer of adoration.

"It's quite alright, I chose to tell you didn't I?"

"That's true, you did," You thought maybe you should share, why your were there if she was kind enough to tell you her past,"Money."

"Excuse me?" She had forgotten she asked about why you were with the man she was picking up for bounty.

"You asked why I was there, money."

"Well, we're all chasing some money aren't we."

"I suppose so." You looked away from her, to look at the scenery around you, it had been flat plains, but something about the open atmosphere had been comforting.

"I hate to impose, but, what was it like? To have a lover?"

"It was amazing, he truly felt like the one." You could tell she was smiling while talking about her late husband.

"It sounds wonderful, I've never been with nobody, that's why I'm asking."

"You've never been with anyone?" She had doubted it, she thought you were the most gorgeous person she's seen since her husband.

"I swear! I ain't even been kissed!" You raised your hands up defensively.

You had heard her chuckle a little before scooting closer to you.

"Would you like to be?"

"With you?"

She seemed to loose her confidence when you asked that.

"I'm sorry, that was weird."

"No! Not at all! Kiss me!" You had gotten a burst of courage from her asking first, you had always thought you were sick in the head because you were interested in women, and you've never heard of any other women that were in intrested in other women either.

Without a second thought, she leaned in and kissed you. She was the best first kiss in the world.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #sadie adler x female! reader #sadie adler x reader #sadie adler #rdr2xreader #rdr x reader

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afterthelastreset · 4 years ago

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch21 The Duke’s Return

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church)

AH! Being loved and praised was such a remarkable feeling was it not?

Which is what he had been asking himself all night last night laying awake in bed for who knows how many hours after he and Jevil had parted ways that afternoon and couldn't help but feel like he wanted to ram his head against a brick wall and feel as happy as a young school boy with his first crush now....It was quite the internal debate really. But he surprisingly felt....Happy. Fulfilled even. Like a missing piece of the puzzle finally put itself together in his miserable life. Yes, he still felt regret for having to tell him something so personal but hey. His soul thumped with happiness and fulfillment and dare say...maybe...Love? Whoa. Whoa. Slow down there. Just because you two shared two personal moments and he kissed you a couple times, that doesn't automatically make you two in a relationship or even in love for all that matter. And there was still Seam to deal with and helping Lancer out with this ball idea they had been throwing together for who knows how long. That's a lot of responsibility for one child and needed to be taken seriously if he wanted to be the best father he could be. So for know he would sleep on it and return tomorrow with a fresh mind and not think of any kisses or funny laughing imp's right now.

And that went as well as you would think.

He woke up about two hours late past scheduale and he cursed as he rushed to get himself looking presentable and teleported to the castle. But what he wasn't really expecting was the amount of color to hit him all at once-....OH SWEET MOTHER OF LIGHT!! So much pink and red. The familiar slight twisted and rush of his light weight being carried through with his usually way of teleporting was quite peaceful compared to the amount of eye soar that greeted him once the beautiful white light of his glow faded away. He had to blink to make sure his brain wasn't tricking him. But nope! Pink and read decorations were everywhere. In just the hallway the duke landed in alone, there must've been at least a hundred hearts drapped from the ceiling and more frilly and lace induced decor stretching every which way he could see. .....He couldn't remember the last time he had beheld so much love induced decorating since...Well- He didn't need to be thinking about that right now did he?

"W-Welcome back, Sir." The sudden voice made him jump and whirl around only to spot a hathy just a few feet away from him. She giggled and held a tentacle to her mouth before giving him a sincerely happy smile. "It's so good to know you're break wasn't a boring one. Hehe."

"Eh...L-Likewise."

Everything beyond the hathy was as normal as he expected it to be. About every servant or guard he passed was either chatting about the upcoming ball or 'party' as he heard, or gushing about the up coming night they would hopefully spend the night with their true love. It was all rather adorable and made him chuckle a few times if he was honest. Oh he wondered how many cards he had already gotten from his admirers piled on his desk already. Begging him to go with them or swooning over his dashing looks.~....Imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his office and not only found everything clean, but with absolute no backed up paperwork and absolutely zero cards with the exception of one. The giant one left on his desk was crudely made and had a macaroni smiley face glued to the front of it's red face, and upon opening it up had a pretty stick figured portrait of himself and a small round blue potato which he could only guess was supposed to be him and Lancer holding hands. In terrible handwriting was spelt :

"mE Anb LeSSER Dad!! P.s. I TOTALLY dibs not Eat Half the CAKE!! It WAs Uncle JeviL!!"

That made him chuckle and feel himself be filled with even more joy. Oh Lancer. Ever the little scoundral....OH RIGHT!! He dropped the card back onto the desk and turned immediately to leave. He had almost completely forgotten about his little water beetle, he had to go to him immediately and see what damage had been done if an- Loud sounds and a small pair of fast footsteps approached and he could only guess who had could be. A blue circle dragged itself past the door way out of sight to the other side, before quickly changing it's direction and bulldozer it's way into the office.

"OOF-"

The blue circle blur rammed into his chest at the speed of sound and they both went down to the ground with a thump. He groaned from the impact and felt something constrict itself and bounce on his ribs.

"LESSER DAD!! YOU'RE BACK!!" The child shouted happily and leaned over his face to look down at the worm. Tongue stuck between his teeth.

"...G-Grand to seest thou too, S-Son. Now pleaseth get off mine chest," he wheezed, the spade child was heavier than he looked. But alas it seemed his boy wanted to be held because he giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck when he slowly sat up. To which the worm sighed but gladly accepted the boy's affections with open arms. It was just a little hard to stumble to his feet while holding him in his grip. But somehow he managed. Lucky him.

Lancer giggled when he was lifted up in his father's arms. "HOHOHO!! As king I get to make the Dad rules now Lesser Dad! And you're my loyal steed!!"

"Oh, art I now?" He smiled and shook his head. His eyes gazed over him, Lancer didn't seem worse for wear and it didn't look like anything had changed in the ten days he had been gone. That was a good sign. So hopefully Jevil had kept his word and had been telling the truth the whole time he was talking.

The spade cub nodded. "Yep!...Hey, Lesser Dad. What's a steed?"

The duke laughed and walked out of the office and back into the love infested castle. He still got a sorrowful feeling in his gut being surrounded by all this love, but he guessed his calm mind must've finally been catching up with reality and numbed his skittish side. It was the only logical explanation for his behavior after all. But all that aside he made his way to the royal throne room where the other kings were most likely to be, if there was anything important to discuss or plan then he needed to get right on top of it. There was no time to dilly dally after all. ....But as he walked listening to Lancer ramble on able all the cool plans him and Uncle Jevil had come up with to 'Spice up the mushy party' he noticed a few of the staff gave him side glances and wide smiles, well he couldn't blame then for their gawking. Naturally he was prime crush material.~ But then why were some giving him weird looks? Oh well. Let them be jealous of his magnifinece.

"And he said his friend was gonna help him do this trick with fireballs! And it's gonna be like BAM! KABOOM!! BANG!!" He threw his arms out momentarily making ROuxls stumble and scramble to recover balance before they fell over. Which luckily he did. "...Uh..Sorry, Dad."

He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but made a mental note to instant a backup fire safety plan. "Tis alright." They were already at the entrance to said throne room already and on the other side he could hear the very familiar sound of the King of Clubs-

"AW! It's cute Clover wants to invite him as her date!" "NO! Absolutely not!" "He's not good enough for her! NO ONE IS!!" "But he helped save us?" "Still doesn't matter!"

He shifted Lancer in his grip to where he was holding him in one arm and a blue hand reached out to the door and opened. As sure as he suspected, on the other side down the hall like room was King Clubs in all his glory. Five heads arguing about some boy or date or whatever Clover wanted to bring with her to the ball. Across from his sat King Diamond who had one of his four hands rubbing his temples probably already over the whole thing, while King Heart was busy looking at a long scroll of paper that went almost to the floor. Don't ask him how he could read without any eyes visible, but what really made him raise a brow was the length of the scroll. The kings were easily almost three feet taller than he was, so the list was incredibly long if it was almost touching his feet. Diamond was the first to notice them approach and lifted his head from his hands with a smile.

"OH! Look who we have here. The return of the noble King upon his mighty duke steed."

Lancer giggled and wagged his little tail and the Duke rolled his eyes. "Good morrow to thou too, Mine Majesties." He did a light bow or what he could manage with Lancer not quite ready to let go yet. "I haveth returned from mine ...'vacation' as I shouldst. Apologies for mine tardiness. I assure thee it willst not happy again."

King Diamond waved a hand and gave a smile. "No, no. It's fine...At least you got away from Clubs for a good while." His eyebrow rose at the still arguing Multiheaded king who while wasn't as loud anymore still angrily whisper argued to each other and groaned. "At least you got to relax-"

Rouxls chuckled dryly remembering the past ten day's events. "Heh. Thou wouldst be surprised-"

"Did you say something Diamonds?" The giant Hathy looked up from the scroll in his tentacles and turned towards Diamonds, but before the giant snake monster could reply his gaze(or what he would've considered to be his gaze if he had eyes. Actually head) turned downwards near the floor and smiled at the sight of the small king being held by Rouxls. "AH! Mr. Rouxls! You returned! Thank goodness. I could help with the last of these erronds before the ball." He gave a guilty look and shifted the long scroll. "T-There's only three day left and I haven't even finished half of these yet and I still have to speak with my beloved Amory. She'll be so disappointed if I can't help her p-pick the floral displays like I promised. "

"Fear not my majesty. I shallst see to thine preparations accordingly."

"OH! Thank you! You're a life saver!" A major relief came over the giant hathy's face and Rouxls was happy to serve his Kings again. It would be a good distraction for what regretful feelings were being felt. "H-Here." He lowered the giant scroll down to the Duke who extended a hand to take it. "I-It's everything that needs to be done before then."

Rouxls smiled and held the list up to his face, expecting most of what was already on the long thing to be crossed out or marked as done...But his smile quickly dropped upon seeing the long list of things needed to be done. To be fair a giant portion of the list was crossed off, and the King being a bigger darkner of course had bigger handwriting so the words despite only being a few deeds, still needed a longer list of paper to accommodate the larger handwriting. Giving it the illusion of it being a long list of things when in fact it was only a few large words on the list. He was used to it, so that's not what shocked in. What shocked him was the amount of work, each task remaining task brought-

- Send out one invitation per darkner family

- Prepare the feast

- Give forth the orders of no 'adult talk' during the ball

He guessed he added that last one for Lancer, he could just add that into the invites. But that was only a few out of what must have been twenty or so. Lancer leaned a little closer to the list and pointed at a few crossed out words.

"Uncle Jevil and I did that one! And that one! I got to help him decorate and he showed me lots of tricks! He let me pick the best one ones for the 'enter-containment'!" He beamed with pride as his tail wagged. But Rouxls wasn't smiling at his happiness this time.

Instead his gaze slowly turned to the nervous looking Hathy who was tapping his tentacles together and smiling apologies at him. "Sire. Pardon mine doubts in thou's abilities, ...but didst thou really not getteth ANY of this finished within the month thou has planned and mine time away from the castle?''

King Heart chuckled nervously. "U-Um..W-Well, we got...some of it done, b-b-but we couldn't really decide about which one of our ideas we should do f-for the invites a-and other things. Hehe..heh."

The other two things had fallen silent and gave each other guilty looks over it all. Rouxls sighed and gave the list in his hand another look over bouncing Lancer in one of his arms...This would take a lot of work, but also to get these kings back on track, he knew very well he couldn't just invite every Darkner on the entire kingdom. There must've beeen thousands of subjects in their small kingdom alone....They could just invite the castle staff and encourage everyone else to celebrate it there own way. Much easier to manage than thousands of citizens. Which just left the castle staff and nobles like himself....Which still left easily around three hundred people. Oh dear light he could feel himself already getting tired at just one job alone, but like with any task, he'd be sure to come up with something. After all, Rouxls Kaard was never one to give up easily. Whelp. So much of his relaxing vacation-

"Uncle Jevil can help!" Lancer shouted startling the poor Duke into almost dropping him again. "..Oops. Sorry Lesser Dad. But Uncle Jevil can help! He can-"

"Letteth me guess," He interrupted him with a roll of his eyes, "He canst so anythinge."

"...Actually he can help with all these invite-tation thingies. He can write paper really fast like when he did all your work!"

Rouxls looked at the child with a raised brow, "Jevil didst all mine paperwork?" Lancer nodded his head yes with a hum.

Well whaddya know. The loon actually kept his word by taking on all his tasks and getting everything done it seemed, of course he'd still have to ask Lancer a few questions about the events of the past few days to be completely sure, but it did seem like he had nothing to worry about beyond this giant impossible list...which had to be complete within three days including today. He cooed thinking about it...Except he didn't coo. That sound came from the giant Hathy who sighed and held his tentacles against his head as if he adored the sight before him, Rouxls had no idea what about him discussing the list with Lancer was so adorable but he guessed Lancer was the cutest little water beetle-

"OH! There's nothing more I'd rather see than blossoming love!" Rouxls smiled and rolled his eyes good naturdly but froze by the king's next words. "Amory and I never really got along at first either, but after we sparked and talked it over it was like we were meeting a whole new person! There was nothing we wouldn't do for one another even to this day!~ *sigh*"

King Diamond groaned and reached a hand up to rub his temples. "I swear you get too wishy washy at the tiniest things-"

"E-Excuseth me mine majesties," he interrupted before another arguement could be sparked between them, "But what art thou speaking of?"

"Oh? Well yours and Mr. Jevil's newly established relationship of course! It's so nice to see him settling down and so happy. He said hopefully there'll be little pitter patters of children soon!" He giggled like he was expressing a romantic novel he had just read. And failed to notice the dropping face of the Duke before him in horror at what he was being told. "Oh it'll be grand to have young life around the halls again."

Lancer grinned and turned to Rouxls excitedly. "I get a baby brother?!"

Rouxls fell silent. The weight of the situation hitting him like a sack of bricks. Not that anyone really noticed at the moment, except for Little Lancer who tilted his head at his father's weird face. Flashes of everyone's funny looks his way came back to him, flooding his brain with it, as well as the suspicious lack of love letters this year and with what King Heart had just said-.....

"EXCUSE ME!! WHAT?!" Any sound or talking was quickly shut up upon the duke's high pitched voice peircing their ears painfully and bouncing off the walls, the kings and Lancer wincing back at the loud shout and stare at him with confusion racked faces. Even the always arguing King Clubs had stopped to marvel at the duke who looked ready to faint from embarrassment judging by his flushed face. Even the guards stationed within the room looked almost uncomfortable watching this- "P-Pardon mine s-sudden outburst, Your Royalties. But t-t-that worm and I are nay in ANY sort of r-romantical s-s-shennanigans!"

"....Really?" His tone seemed genuinely confused, and when Rouxls nodded Heart hummed and brought a tentacle up to rub his chin. "Oh my, my, my. Well this certainly is an awkward position to have put you in isn't it? My apologies. ..Although I guess now it makes sense as to why he said he wasn't accompanying you to the ball, I suppose. He must've been referring to a different Kaard with a similar sounding I guess...." He leaned down near eye level with the worm and the duke did was he always did in this kind of situation and smiled wide and nervously. "Are you quite sure? With all the facts he stated I could've sworn it was you?"

Not being one to lie to any of the royal family of course, the duke swallowed the lump in his throat and gave a nervous chuckle to the giant Hathy's confused frown. "I-I-I w-well...I guesseth over t-t-the course of ...however l-long we hadst been having a..fewest teeny tiny r-rendenvous??"

Heart looked at him for a bit longer, a few drops of slime forming at his face at the close proximity, but eventually a realization smile came over him and he leaned back up. "OH! I understand now. Silly me, he's courting you!"

Rouxls....blinked. Courting? Well if one looked at what exactly Jevil did do over the entirety of his behavior ever since that day before the lightners came, and with all he was doing up til now, one could quite consider his behavior as if Jevil was really courting him. The thought hadn't crossed his mind til now, but he guessed this did count as the fool's own way of 'courting'. "U-Uh-...Y-Yes. It wouldst appeareth so." His wide smiled appeared back on his face. "W-Wouldst thou excuseth mineself for just a moment- ...YOU THERE?!" He whirled around and pointed at one of the Rudinn guards in the room, the poor guard jumped and almost dropped his spear from the sudden action. "Send word out for the Court Jester immediately."

The guard gave a salute to the duke and without a word to argue they turned and slithered off towards the door as fast as Rudinn possible, thumbling his weapon a few times and dropping it with a clang before just leaving it and diving out the door. Spear forgotten in the door entrance. Rouxls stared a moment longer before sighing and straightening up, Lancer was giving him a concerned look.

"...Is Uncle Jevil in trouble?"

Rouxls flinched but gave a reassuring smile. "None at all, Little King." His teeth gritted under that smile and his eye twitched. "I just wisheth to discuss his...h-help with a few things is all."

"....Does this mean I don't get a baby brother?"

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The fire crackled peacefully in the room as the ones within it sat silently doing there own personal business. Seam sitting at the counter lazily like he did most days, now a days it was just a bit more busier than usual. Every few hours or so, a Rudinn or Hathy would come in, frantically looking around at the shelves and picking out one of his random knickknacks or buy some candy to give to their beloved as a last minute gift. Too bad he wouldn't be open on the actual holiday. Meanwhile Jevil was busy trying to sew up any odd patches or small threads in that odd purple suit of his...You would think anyone who would be able 'to do anything' would be decent at sewing, but it appears the master of chaos wasn't mastering this.

"....You got the wrong seam again." The child crawled their way across the couch and point to the messy attempt that was a yarn stitched up hole in the side. Mak tilted their head at it. "It looks sloppy."

Jevil grumbled and held it up to take a look at the terrible stitching job. They were right. It wouldn't do at all for the event if he wanted to do his best, and of course if a child thought it looked sloppy then who knows what everyone else would think. A laugh caught his ears and he turned to see Seam smiling at the two of them with a head tilt. Jevil had been at this thing for a while now. Who knew he was a perfectionist?

"Would you perhaps like me to help you? I think I have decent skill with needle and thread." He reached a paw up to rub the top on his head where the giant black patch was.

But of course Jevil shook his head. "No, no! I can do anything! Something as simple as sewing, sewing is beneath me." Once look back to his messy yarn stitch made him give off a nervous chuckle. "...It'll just take some time, time."

Seam chuckled and turned back to the sheap entrance. "Suit yourself."

Every since the discovery about the Duke...a lot of things have fallen into place. Rouxls's reluctance to touch and affection, his nervous habits, his scars-...And why he was so concerned about the boy's well being. Seam bristled. Just thinking about having to endure what the duke did and still be so proud of his job and take on the role of father to the very child of the terrible king...But he couldn't judge too much. After all he taken his own metaphorical beatings and taking a small ankle biter of his own-...His ear twitched and his head tilted towards the flap door of the sheap. A moment later it flapped open and a green blur plopped to the ground. Seam didn't even flinch as he looked down at the green puddle gasping for breath on his sheap floor.

"...Welcome, Stranger. What brings you to my sheap?"

The green puddle, who was a very tired looking Rudinn wheezed out and slowly raised his head to gaze up at the giant stuffed cat. "...*wheeze* T-T-The Duke has s-s-sent for the Court Jester-...I-Imediately. hhhaaaa-"

His face plopped back to the floor and Seam hummed. Turning around and finding Jevil staring in their direction. "You hear that Jevil? Apparently you're wanted at the castle."

A giggle came from the Jester and his tail wagged, thumping against the couch with soft thumps. Standing up, suit falling into the paws of Mak who gave it a look over.

"Oh. Yes, yes. Who am I to deny royalty, royalty.~"

#fanfic #seaxls #jeam #seavil #rouxvil #rouxlvil #nosuit #Deltarune #jevil x rouxls #jevil x seam #seam x jevil #seam x rouxls #rouxls kaard x seam #rouxls kaard x jevil #rouxls x jevil #rouxls x seam #seam #jevil #rouxls kaard

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blessedthot · 4 years ago

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Otome in the devildom

hello! this is a chp from my fic on ao3, hi my name is MC i have a dnace battle tomorrow (long ass name i know), i hope you enjoy!

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The Devildom. How did you end up in this situation? Who knows. (I know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

It was your first day at RAD, and after returning to the HOL (House Of Lamentation was too long of a word for your lazy ass) (@ narrator can you stfu), you were sat in your room, blankly staring at your ceiling. You didn’t have any tasks, and you had finished reading the parts your teacher had asked you to. And now? You were bored. You might have appreciated the boredom, especially after so many impossible things had happened. (getting kidnapped by hot demons? It’s more likely to happen than you think)

So now what? Miel was busy. You weren’t close to any of the demons here. (yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) What must a girl do to get rid of this boredom and stop her mind from wandering to dark places that would most likely cause another mental breakdown? (can we get an F in the chat)

“Who knew living with demons would be so boring.” You muttered to yourself. Suddenly, your phone (you refused to call it a DDD because that’s dumb) beeped, signaling a text.

Levi: hey normie

Levi: are you free rn

Leviathan? Why would he be texting you? He hadn’t even introduced himself at breakfast that morning. Miel was the one who told you his name. You stared at your phone bewildered, thinking before typing out a response.

Me: yeah

Me: why ??

Levi: there’s this new game I have

Levi: so u better come over fast

Huh. That’s surprising. You hadn’t expected him of all the demons you’d met to invite you over. He seemed like a person who…disliked, social interaction. And for him to invite you to his room? Suspicious. What if this was a trap? What if he wanted to steal your soul? (if only you had one lmao) (@ narrator can you stfu x2)

Well, at least you wouldn’t be bored anymore. However, there was one problem. Your hand-eye coordination. Or rather, the lack there-of. But you weren’t gonna tell a hot demon that you sucked ass at video games because that’s totally not cool! First impressions are important. Must appeal to the demon, or he might eat you.

Me: ok chile but like,, why do I have to be there ??

Hopefully, he’d think you were too dumb and not ask you to play something that could embarrass you. Hopefully.

Levi: the game needs two players

Well shit. You tried to worm your way out by pretending not to know anything, now he probably just thinks you’re dumb and not good at reading social cues. (I mean, where’s the lie-) (@ narrator why must you hurt MC so)

Me: oh

Me: um,, I suck ass at games tho,,

You really did. Anything other than Mario Kart, and you’d break the game. You’d even managed to fail at Animal Crossing. Animal. Crossing.

Levi: even a normie like you can play this game

Levi: so you better come over fast!

Levi: the door’s unlocked

Levi: but it won’t be for long

That’s…ominous.

Me: is that a threat

Me: hello ??

You know what, never mind, he was probably just dicking with you anyways. And besides, your bed was warm. And nice. And you didn’t want to get up. And you-

Levi: be faster !!!!!!!!!

Levi: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-better get going before you die on your second fucking day in demonville.

You arrive at his room pretty quick, being on the same floor was an advantage. You knock once before letting yourself in.

You’re stunned. His room was…beautiful. Bathed in a soft blue light, the most striking feature of his room was the giant aquarium. Your lips parted in wonder as wide eyes took in your surroundings. How rich exactly are these hoes, you grumbled to yourself as you tried to mentally calculate the money it might cost you to have a room like this back at home. So maybe selling about, both your kidneys, an appendix, and maybe your uterus?

“Finally! Took you long enough.” Leviathan’s voice shakes you out of your quickly morbid-turning thoughts.

“Sorry.”

“Ah, whatever. You’re here.”

He was sat in front of his TV, game console plugged in and ready to play. A pink glow from the screen in front of him illuminated his face. Damn, why are all of them so hot, you thought with a small sob. (horny 100)

“Your room is really pretty.”

“Oh. Um. T-thanks.”

You walked over to where he was sat on the floor, plopping down beside him. Well, not too close, because your brain would go ??? if you were too close to a pretty person. Unless you wanted to short-circuit when you played whatever you were going to play, it was in the best interests for your heart and brain to leave at least one bible distance between the two of you. Leave room for Jesus.

It was silent for a while, with both of you staring at the floor before you decided you might explode if this suffocating silence continued.

“So, what are we playing?” you asked, turning to him.

“Devilish Messenger! It’s a dating simulator where you get kidnapped by demons and you have to plan a party to be free again! It’s a really popular game and,” his eyes light up as he continues to ramble about the game. You on the other hand, are lost in your thoughts.

That sounded fun. But wait a minute. The plot of the game sounded awfully familiar…

Suddenly your eyes widened.

“FUCK!”

The demon next to you jumps 50 feet away from your now crumbling form.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, how many chatrooms have I fucking missed, I don’t have the hourglasses for this, oh god I’m gonna get a bad ending-” you ramble as you realize you hadn’t loaded a save file to protect your progress in the game you were playing in the human world. (can we get an F in the chat x2)

Levi watches on, slightly terrified but also a bit…curious.

You were a strange human. He had been observing you since your arrival. As scared as you were to be here, you didn’t seem to close off to them. You probably also had no self-preservation instincts, considering you had agreed to come to his room. All alone. But he didn’t have any intentions of hurting you. Quite the opposite in fact. Ever since you’d arrived, he had felt a strong urge to protect you. To…get closer to you. (sO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR-) (@ narrator can you stfu x3)

“-viathan? Leviathan!”

“Huh? W-what is it normie?”

“Can I download Mystic Messenger on my…uh…” Shit, what was it called again?

“DDD! Right! DDD. Can I download Mystic Messenger on my DDD?”

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…Mystic Messenger?

#mystic messenger #obey me #shall we date #leviathan obey me #obey me fanfic #fanfic #one shot #mc #x reader #obey me x reader

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is0gild · 5 years ago

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 2

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,462

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

The first thought I had when I woke up was…

...who the heck painted my ceiling green?!

Because last I checked, it was a midnight blue… or maybe more of a cobalt blue? Azure, possibly…?

Whatever it was, it was most definitely not green.

I narrowed my eyes up at it groggily before deciding I didn’t care and rolled over in bed, curling onto my side. Which led me to my second question…

...where had this frigging baby crib next to my nightstand come from and what the actual frick was it doing in my room?

No… forget the crib… what was the deal with the absolute mountain of Huggies boxes stacked up behind it?

Either this had to be just one of the weirdest, dumbest, not to mention lamest pranks Anna had ever pulled on me or…

...or this wasn’t my room.

I shot up in bed, wide eyes darting about. Yup, definitely not my room. Not unless I had decided to do a few home improvements in my sleep and say, I don’t know, move my door to the total opposite wall. Or how about the entirely different furniture, complete with a giant shelf packed tight with more baby books than a person could possibly ever need in one lifetime? Then of course there was that heaping pile of toys and stuffed animals stacked in one corner. Did I mention the sheer amount of Huggies? Because dear god, the Huggies…

I was going to have nightmares about drowning in an endless sea of them, mark my word.

It was as I was shuddering at that mental image that it finally all came rushing back to me and I gasped - my wedding! My escape! My shoplifting! My breakdown on Rayne’s doorstep! My-

Wait, wait, go back… Rayne!

...that’s probably where I was. Still in her apartment. But… I didn’t remember this room… not walking into it, not even so much as a glimpse of it, just… not at all...

Placing a cool hand to my forehead, I searched my muddled brain some more for the details of what happened last night. Or, seemingly last night anyway, if the early morning light streaming in through the window curtains was any clue. I remembered… her inviting me in… discovering she was married and expecting, which would somewhat explain the almost disturbing amount of diapers… and then I’d-

Oh dear lord, I had utterly and one hundred percent lost my absolute marbles. Oh gosh, what must she think of me…

I couldn’t remember much after that. Nothing, in fact. My memories just abruptly stopped. Had I... fainted?

Well I wasn’t going to get any answers if I kept hiding in here. Even less so if I curled up into a ball under the covers and waited for the earth to swallow me and my shame up whole, as lovely and tempting a thought as that sounded.

Sighing, I put one bare foot on the carpet, then the other and reluctantly arose. I spotted my… well... “my” ankle boots tucked neatly next to one of the bedpost legs, prompting me to look down at myself to see that I was still in the, erm… borrowed sundress, now thoroughly wrinkled. My hair was still in its braid, though calling it that would have been generous as it was now more just one big frazzled knot. Tossing it back over my shoulder with a sigh, I approached the door, reaching a hand out towards it. My fingers hovered over the knob, hesitating for a split second before twisting it open and stepping out.

A rapid click-clack filled the air as I quietly stepped into the familiar living room from the night before. It didn’t take long to spot the source. Rayne was seated at the table in the dining space, fingers quickly tapping away at her laptop keys. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed, still in pyjamas and her hair thrown into a loose, messy bun at the nape of her neck. She had a pencil tucked behind one ear and the light from the screen reflected off the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses, her entire focus trained on her work.

“Morning, sunshine,” she chirped, not looking up nor putting the brakes on her typing. “Be with ya in just a sec.”

“Take your time,” I murmured, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was in the middle of. I figured it was the very least I could do after having a total core meltdown in her living room yesterday.

Not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime, I once more reached for the tangled-mess-formerly-known-as-braid that was my hair, idly toying with it as I glanced around. It didn’t seem like there was much more to the apartment than what I’d already seen. To my right, there was a short hallway with three more doors, each closed. Presumably one another bedroom where the happy couple slept, one a restroom, which would make the third a…?

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I stretched a hand out towards the nearest mystery door to take a quick peek.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rayne sing-songed while otherwise still fully engrossed in her laptop.

I froze, fingertips brushing the doorknob as I turned my head to blink at her. Then I pursed my lips to one side. “...closet bursting full of baby diapers?”

Her typing abruptly silenced and she directed an eyebrow quirk my way. “Actually, yes. How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” I said dryly. “I’m sorry, did you say you were having a baby or a litter?”

“Shush, you, I’m nesting,” she harrumphed, fingers blurring across the keyboard once more.

For now, maybe it’d be better if I kept my hands to myself. Who knew what other potential death traps Macguyvered out of baby paraphernalia lurked about this place? Hugging myself, I trudged over to the dining table, took a seat opposite of Rayne and waited.

Hardly another minute ticked by before she gave a satisfied final tap to the laptop. “Annnnnnd done!” she beamed, clicking the device shut. She then leaned forward, resting her elbows atop the table and propping her chin on her interlaced fingers as she regarded me. “So…”

“So…” I fidgeted some more with my frazzled knot, averting my gaze. “...on a scale of one to off-my-rocker, how crazy did I sound last night?”

She closed her eyes with a bright grin. “Oh, you were batshit, sweetpea.”

I winced. “That’s... what I thought. Sorry.”

“Don’t be!” she brushed it off with a flick of her hand. “It was the most excitement I’ve had in weeks, so actually I’m a little grateful.”

My mouth twisted into a wry grin. “Well then… you’re welcome, I guess. I’m glad my neurotic episode could brighten an otherwise dull moment in your life.”

“Oh hush, you know I love you.” Crossing her arms, she leaned back in her chair with a sigh. “Now it was a bit hard to keep up, but let me see if I got the gist here. You,” she struck up a finger, “were going to get married…”

I hung my head, “Yeah.”

Another digit rose. “...but realized you didn’t love him…”

My shoulders slouched as I sunk down in my seat, my voice getting smaller as I said, “...yeah.”

Up went the third. “...that you never loved him…”

Grimacing, I slumped forward, pressing my face into the table, “Uh huh…”

“...and so you dumped him at the altar.”

I groaned, banging my forehead against the hard, wooden surface. “I am the worst.”

“Aw, sweetheart, no.” The scraping of her chair against the floor could be heard as she scooched around the table closer to me before I felt her hand rubbing light circles against my back. “You… just got scared is all, and you panicked… I mean, really? You did the right thing.” I turned my head, resting my cheek against the table now as I gave her a dull stare. She pressed on hastily, “No, seriously! If you’d had stayed, you wouldn’t have been happy. He wouldn’t have been happy. It would have been a terrible marriage, your lives would have been miserable… really, you did him a favor! I mean, sure, could you have handled the break up a bit better?” Her face scrunched up slightly before she flung her hands up in the air with a shrug. “...Maybe?”

“Ugh!” I full on faceplanted into table once more. “The absolute worst! I deserve to be locked in a tiny, cramped box filled with spiders and worms and dung beetles and moldy, rotten eggs and, and anchovies and-”

“Sweetie, sweetie, you’re spiraling again,” she cut me off gently, taking hold of my shoulder and pulling me back to sit up straight once more and look her in the eye. “The point is, I’m sure he’ll understand.” My eyelids drooped at her. “Eventually! I’m sure he’ll understand eventually. Just… give him some time, let this whole thing blow over, then you two can talk. Get some closure. Okay?”

I looked down at my lap with a sigh and just gave a weak, noncommittal shrug.

“Okay then. Now,” she hesitated, gnawing her lower lip. “...can I ask… when you made a run for it, why of all places did you come to my apartment? I’m always, always here for you, you know I am, but it’s been… god, I don’t even know how long… years since we even last spoke. You didn’t have someone else, any other friends or anyone you could have turned to?”

I swallowed hard and slowly shook my head. “I don’t… have any friends. Not really. It’s… always been hard for me to make them. I’ve just never been good with people. You remember how I was as a child back when we were at summer camp, all nervous and awkward and hardly able to string two words together.”

She gave me a small smile. “Yeah, and all the other kids didn’t even give you a chance, just figured you were some snooty, rich brat who thought yourself better than them and couldn’t see you were just shy.” Her grin turned a touch wicked. “I pummeled them good though and made them regret ever picking on you.”

One corner of my mouth twitched upward and I nodded. “I was always so thankful for your friendship. I’m… sorry we drifted apart over the years.”

“S’okay,” she waved a dismissive hand. “We lived so far apart from each other, only seeing each other every summer. It’s just something that happens sometimes as people grow older, I suppose. But hey… looks like we’re not quite done with each other yet.”

“Guess not,” I chuckled softly before my face sunk into a frown once more. “I never did get any better at making friends. Everyone I know now… they’re all my parent’s friends… or they're his friends…”

She tipped her head to one side. “His?”

I gave her a pointed look. “Him.”

“Oh. The dumpee. Right.”

“They’re all just… they’re not people I really know, they’re… acquaintances, you know? And they’re all from munny, they’re all from that world, they were all at the wedding, they… none of them would have understood. Except for Anna, but she still lives with Mother and Father, so best she could do was help me escape. But after that?” I fell silent, shaking my head.

Her brow furrowed. “What about your home? Couldn’t you have gone there?”

I gave a derisive snort. “With what munny? I fled in my wedding dress, so I didn’t even have my phone on me, much less my wallet, so it’s not exactly like I could've called an Uber. Besides, even if I could have, that’d have been the last place I went. My parents pay for my condo and after what I’ve done, I can’t face them. Not ever again. I’m never going back… Mother, Father, my old life, all of it... it’s the past now.” My face hardened as I murmured, “The past is in the past.”

She blinked at me a couple times. “Don’t you think you’re maybe being a bit over dramatic? It’s your parents. They love you, no matter what. I mean, sure, maybe they’ll be a lil pissed, but-”

“No, you don’t understand,” I shook my head with a scowl. “What I’ve done… I did it in front of all their friends, their colleagues, their… I’ve embarrassed them in front of so many important people. And don’t even get me started on how much they spent on the wedding that I didn’t even show up to,” I grimaced, now squeezing the giant knot that was my hair. “I had a… we had… they had a plan for me, for my whole future, and I just… blew it all up and threw it back in their faces. So no, they won’t just be pissed, they’ll be furious… we’re talking yelling, screaming, we’re talking Hulk smash, we’re talking end of days, wrath raining down from the heavens kind of mad here. They’re going to cut me off and…” I gulped, slumping down further into my chair, eyes downcast as I whispered, “...and disown me.”

Rayne placed a hand on top of one of mine and I glanced up at her again as she said, “You should call them. But maybe… just give them a little time to cool off first? In the meantime, it’s a good thing you found me again.” She smiled and I couldn’t help a tiny one of my own in return. With a couple pats to my hand, she added, “What luck you chose my town to get hitched in, huh? Talk about coincidence! What would you have even done if you’d decided to pull your lil disappearing act in a whole other city?”

“Actually, we were deciding between a few venues in different cities to host the ceremony in.” I frowned thoughtfully. “But something kept pulling me back to Radiant Garden in Twilight Town. I think… it was because of you. Subconsciously, I was already planning an escape route weeks ago. You were already my way out, my rope made of blankets hanging out a window, it just... took me a while to realize it, I suppose.”

“Well, happy to be your blanket rope any day, boo,” she tapped my nose with a grin. “A lil warning next time would be nice though, kay? Ya know, just a quick heads up, something like, ‘hey, I’m planning on making like a banana and splitting from my own wedding and need a place to crash’ will do.”

I breathed a short laugh. “Noted, though I don’t really plan on making a habit of this.”

“Speaking of plans, any ideas what your next step’ll be? What exactly is your plan here?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” I rolled my eyes. “Already had this talk with my reflection yesterday and trust me, she was totally useless.” Rayne stared at me blankly and I cocked my head at her. “What?”

“...context, sweetie.”

“Oh, right.” I suppose there were still a few dots that I needed to connect for her. “Well… after Anna helped me escape, I needed a change of clothes. If I kept parading around town in my wedding gown, it probably wouldn’t have been long before my parents tracked me down. Luckily, first store I stumbled across was a used clothing shop. After I changed into this,” I gestured towards the crinkled mess of a sundress I was wearing, “right then and there in the dressing room is when my panic attack went into full swing and I sort of got into a lively debate with the mirror about where my future was heading. That was about as effective as you might imagine,” I grumbled the last part. “But then I thought of you and asked the person working there for a phone book.”

“Ah.” She looked past me to the coffee table in the living room, where the White Pages had been left, still rumpled but now dried of my tears. “That explains that, I guess. But… it’s a phone book, why didn’t you just call-” She paused abruptly, eyes lighting up as it clicked. “...busted phone?”

I nodded. “Busted phone.”

Her eyebrows knit together now, voice quaking with hardly contained laughter as she asked, “So the next logical step to you was to steal the phone book?”

My eyes darted to the left. “...yeah.”

“As opposed to, ya know, borrowing a pencil and jotting down the addresses on a scrap of paper? Like a sane person?”

I huffed out a soft growl, wrenching at my tangled knot once more. “Hi, have you met me? Not good with people, remember? My brain just shuts down and I get all, I dunno… chicken with its head cut off. And being on the lam after going rogue on my wedding day? Did not help matters when it came to thinking straight, believe me.”

She snerked, ruffling my bangs. “Oh you poor, sweet, socially inept weirdo you! If it makes you feel any better, you’re in good company. As you might recall, I myself am about as eloquent as a potato.”

“But twice as pretty,” a third voice chimed in and we looked over just as Riku used his foot to shut the front door behind him, smirk in place and bearing a styrofoam cup carrier tray with three steaming drinks in it.

“Rude,” Rayne deadpanned, removing the pencil from behind her ear to flick it at him.

He sidestepped it without breaking stride, lips twitching wider. “Not even. You know how pretty I think potatoes are.”

“Dork,” she shook her head as he came to a stop next to her and planted a kiss atop her forehead, depositing one of the drinks on the table in front of her.

These two? Actually kind of adorable.

But also… ugh. Love. Gross.

She smiled, bringing the cup up to her nose with a curious sniff. “Mmmmm, pumpkin spice? How did you manage to swing that this time of year?”

“Aqua,” he said, making his way over towards me now but eyes still on his wife. “She’s squirreled away a secret stash in the back just for you.”

“Bless that woman, she’s an absolute angel,” she sighed happily, blowing on the beverage before taking a cautious sip.

He gave the two remaining cups a quick glance before handing one to me with a friendly grin. “A little birdie told me you’re a fan of peppermint.”

“You remembered,” my eyes crinkled as I looked to Rayne, who merely winked at me. I felt the pleasant warmth from the cup seep into my fingers as I inhaled the aroma deeply. Sure enough, it was some sort of minty mocha blend. I gazed up at Riku, managing a shy, tiny smile. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he brushed off. “By the way, we haven’t officially been introduced yet. I’m-”

“Riku,” I nodded. “That much at least managed to slip past the fog of crazy and reach my brain yesterday… nice to meet you. Looks like you already know me by now,” I held up the drink he’d gifted me, pointing to where Elsa was scrawled in sharpie across it. Then I grimaced somewhat as I put it down on the table, fingers playing with the coffee sleeve wrapped around the cup. It had a grinning feline face printed on it with the words Lucky Cat Café printed underneath. “...sorry by the way... about last night.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for. Sounds like you were in a tough spot and needed a friend.” He stood beside Rayne once more, resting a tender hand on her back as she leaned into him a bit. “And any friend of Ray’s is a friend of mine. Happy to help in whatever way we can.”

“Thanks…” I murmured, still staring hard at my to-go cup. The side opposite of the logo had a small blurb of a story recanting how before it became a chain, the first Lucky Cat was a humble little shop in San Fransokyo run by a woman and her two nephews. “...you’re both too kind, really…” I paused with a sigh and a shake of my head, “but I’ve imposed on you both too much already. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night, but I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more from either of you. In fact, I should just go. Just… give me a few minutes to get myself together and then I’ll leave you both in peace again.”

Rayne narrowed her eyes at me. “You will do no such thing!”

I rose from my chair, “No, seriously, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll figure something out.”

What though? Good question. Was still working on that part.

Her eyelids drooped as she set an elbow on the table and leaned forward. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still have a bit of a munny problem, as in you don’t have any.”

I gave a weak laugh and shrugged, “Psh, details.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “And just where do you think you’ll sleep while you’re broke off your ass?”

“I have… prospects…”

“...that wouldn’t have anything to do with the box you mentioned yesterday?”

My eyes shifted. “And Carol, can’t forget about her.”

Somehow, Rayne did not look reassured. “And Carol would be?”

Boy, were my fingers really getting tangled in my frazzled knot now. “A… a cockroach?”

“A cockroach,” she repeated, voice flat.

“A hypothetical cockroach,” I clarified with a nod.

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, there’s no way I’m letting my friend live in a box-”

“Not just any box! A Rolex box,” I interjected hastily. The silence stretched and I floundered a bit under her unamused stare. “So… you know, like… a really nice box.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no. Not happening. You’re staying with us.”

I shook my head, waving my hands back and forth in front of me. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly! I don’t want to be any more of a burden than I’ve already been and besides, you don’t have any space for me, not with the baby on the way and-”

“The jellybean won’t be here for another six months at least,” she cut in, looking down to place a gentle hand on her belly. “We were going to turn the spare room into a nursery, but we can clear all the baby stuff out for now and you can use it at least until the kiddo arrives. If you need it for longer, well then, we’ll figure it out at that time.”

“But-”

“Oof!” Riku grunted as Rayne shoved him forward with a smack to his rear. Rubbing his posterior, he looked from her to me. “We, er… we ask that you-” He hissed in pain as she pinched his arm, narrowing her gaze up at him. “I mean, we insist,” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, whispering, “insist, right?” She gave a firm nod. Clearing his throat, he continued, “We insist that you stay with us. We, uh… won’t take no for an answer.”

Well… when one makes such a super sweet and super coerced offer like that, how could I possibly refuse?

Still I hesitated, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I suppose...only if it won’t be too much of a bother… and this’ll of course only be until I can find a more permanent solu-”

“Then it’s settled!” Rayne leapt up from her chair and I staggered as she tackled me in a death-grip hug. “Welcome to your new home, roomie!”

I couldn’t resist a small smile at that. It was fleeting however as the corners of my mouth turned down once more. “That’s only one problem solved though, what about the million others? There’s still my parents, my ex, my- oh gosh, I have an ex now. My first ex. How weird is that? What am I supposed to even do with an ex?! Like what, do I… send him cards now? Like around Christmas? Or is that too impersonal? Maybe this is more of a fruit basket situation... Oh! And munny! I have to figure out what I’m going to do about that now, not to mention my whole life and future and-”

“Stop,” she put a finger to my lips, silencing my babbling. “Breathe. Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be reminding you to do that a lot now?” she huffed softly. “Just… baby steps, okay? I know it all seems like a lot right now, everything is one big fat question mark, but it’ll all get figured out. You’ve already made a little progress already.”

I blinked. “...I have?”

“Yes! For starters, you’re not homeless! But also, think about it… you’re already doing better than you were last night. I mean, at least you’re no longer a complete basket case.”

“I suppose that’s true,” I muttered, absently wringing my hands together. Not a complete basket case… now I was only like twelve percent of one.

Okay, fine, more like sixty percent.

“See? It’s still scary, yes, but not as scary and overwhelming as it was yesterday! All you needed was a little space along with a good night’s rest to gain some perspective.”

I slowly eased back down into the chair. “I guess you’re right… things don’t seem as bad today. Still bad, very, very bad, but… not as much as last night. Heh… it’s funny how some distance can make everything seem small.”

“And it’ll just keep getting easier, believe me,” Rayne rubbed my shoulder as she too took a seat once more. “Just look at this as a new beginning.”

My eyebrows knit together. “A new beginning?”

She nodded. “Yeah, like… okay, what was your life like before? Before you flew the coop, before this whole mess when everything was all status quo, what was it like with your parents?”

A low hum escaped me. “Well, I guess I always just did as I was told. I got the grades my parents wanted me to get, socialized with the groups my parents wanted me to socialize with, went to the university my parents wanted me to go to, dated the guy I thought my parents would want me to date… never did any wrong, always followed the rules… I was always just the good girl I felt I had to be. Being their eldest child, I felt I had an image to maintain, that I must always do what was expected of me, that I owed it to Mother, to Father, to the family name.”

“Okay, sure, but now all of that?” She smirked at me. “You can just forget about it! No more right or wrong and you can take those stupid, stuffy rules and just throw them out the window! This is a new start for you. Now you get to decide what you want for yourself, no one else. You’re free!”

I stiffened at that, blinking a couple times as her words sunk in.

...no right, no wrong… no rules for me?

I’m… free?

That… actually sounded kind of amazing.

But also totally and utterly terrifying.

Where’s a rock to hide under when you need it?

“Earth to Elsa, come in please.” Rayne snapped her fingers in front of my face and I flinched, wide eyes focusing on her once more. “Sorry, I could just already see you drifting off into worrywort mode so figured I had to reel ya back in quick. Look, I get it. Going from life as practically royalty in a gilded cage to being thrust penniless and clueless into the real world would sound scary and daunting to anyone. But you don’t have to do it alone.” She wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist, hugging him close. “You have Riku and me. Just consider us your Real World for Dummies book!”

That… was actually super comforting to hear. I could already feel the anxiety beginning to ebb a bit. “Thanks, I… that means a lot to me,” I smiled faintly before breathing a small sigh. “Okay then, where should this dummy start?”

“Alright, lesson one,” she struck up a finger. “Everything costs munny. Solution? Get a job.”

One eyebrow shot up my forehead. “A job?”

“Yup! I mean, you’re gonna have to pay for rent somehow!”

My other eyebrow rose to join the first. “R-rent?”

Okay, anxiety back now, and cranked up to a thousand!

“Of course. What, did you think this was gonna be a free ride? Pft, please. I’m your friend, not Mother Teresa. It’s for your own good, you’re going to need to learn how to provide for and take care of yourself. But don’t worry, you won’t owe us anything until you land an actual job.”

“Oh… okay.” That didn’t sound too bad, I suppose. However… “Just one question: how do I do that?”

Her head tilted to the left. “Do what? You mean… get a job?”

“Yeah,” I nodded vigorously, “that.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Have you never had a job before?” You could almost hear the non-existent crickets as I just stared owlishly back at her. Finally she facepalmed. “What am I saying, of course you’ve never had a job. Why would you? You have enough munny to make Tony Stark look like chump change… er, rather, you had. Oi, this might be harder than I thought,” she grumbled, rubbing the nape of her neck.

“What were you going to do?” Riku piped up.

I looked up at him with a frown. “What was I…?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “You know, as in your career? What were your goals, your ambitions, your plans for the future?”

My fingers were back at it again, getting ensnared in my bedraggled knot. I really needed to see about disentangling the stupid thing. “Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it…”

“What?!” Rayne’s head rocked back at that. “How could you not?! Didn’t you say last night you just graduated? What were you going to do now that you were out of school?”

“I was going to get married!”

Were these people even listening to a word I'd said?!

Riku rubbed his chin, “Let’s try a slightly different angle here. What about your major? What were you studying?”

Here I cringed a bit. “Art History.”

Rayne clapped her hands together once, “Well then, there you go! You can apply to a museum or something.”

“But I hated it. Another thing I did only because my parents encouraged me to. I don’t want to work at a museum or sell art or teach it or have anything to do with it!” And once again, I was slumping forward. Hello table, my old friend. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be banging my forehead against you a few times. “Ugh, why did I have to waste four years of my life on that?! Stupid, useless major!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she tugged on my knot, forcing me to sit back up once more. “It’s not that bad, really!”

“Not that bad? I have no skills, no experience, nothing! No one’s going to want to hire me, I’m about as qualified as a frigging kumquat! Scratch that, the kumquat is more qualified because at least it can be made into a smoothie. Can I be made into a smoothie? No! I can't do anything!”

She puffed out a breath, “Calm down, there’s plenty you can do! You’ll definitely figure this out.”

I tucked in my lower lip as I looked down, mulling it over for a second. Then I glanced back up at them hopefully. “...what do you two do for a living? Would either of you maybe be able to get me a job?”

“University professor,” Riku said, jerking a thumb into his chest. “My field is astronomy, not that that helps you one way or another. You said teaching was out.”

“And I’m a reporter for Meteor Publishing.” Rayne looked away with a low growl, “Though lately I’ve been relegated to online editing work from home because somebody thought it would be a good idea to put me under house arrest ever since we discovered I was pregnant.”

Riku held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Hey now, it wasn’t just me. Vyv agreed with me.”

She scoffed. “Stupid useless boss. In any case, I can’t really be of assistance either, I’m afraid. You kind of need the experience and background to work in journalism. You got anything like that? A course you took for fun in college? Wrote for your high school paper? Anything?”

“I’ve never even so much as kept a personal dairy,” I sighed, eyes downcast once more. “It’s hopeless!”

“No, sweetie, it’s not hopeless! There’s still plenty out there for you! Lot’s of entry-level jobs that’d be willing to train you. It probably won’t be anything glamorous, but you gotta start somewhere! Not gonna lie though, it’ll probably be retail. You know... customer service.”

“Meaning…?”

Looking me dead in the eye, she intoned one single, solitary word that rang out like a funeral toll. “People.”

I blanched.

Okay, this was it.

My nightmare.

She cupped my hands in hers and when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “Sorry, but there’s just no way around it. It’s either that or putting that Art History bachelor’s of yours to work. Pick your poison.”

If you hadn’t gotten the memo by now, me and people? Did not go together. Something about being around them caused my muscles to lock, my heart to freeze to ice, my insides to shrivel, and my soul to exit my body. If it were up to me, I’d have become a hermit a long time ago. But I’d never be able to pull it off... I couldn’t grow that iconic beard that was basically required hermit dress code. Bleh, being a hermit was such a male dominated field, it really wasn’t fair.

All that said, however…

“If I were to go the Art History route,” I began slowly, “it would be kind of like I was still letting my parents dictate my life since they’re the reason I majored in it. No… I want nothing to do with that stupid degree.” My expression hardened. “So, customer service it is then. I’m going to make it on my own, this is just something I have to do. It… will be good for me.” Despite myself, my tone lost some of its edge as I asked, “...right?”

Rayne grinned big at me. “Absolutely! Besides, it’ll only be temporary, just something to give you time to land on your feet and figure out what you really want to do with your life. And remember, we got your back every step of the way. I can help you with the job search and filling out applications. Riku’s definitely more of the social butterfly, so he can prep you for interviews.”

My back stiffened. “Interviews?”

Riku gave a light snort. “You know, as in the thing that will actually land you a job? Resumes and job forms are great for getting your foot in the door, but they’re not enough on their own. Employers actually want to meet you, see if you’ll be a good fit, get a feel for who you are, stuff like that.”

Oh dear…

Was it too late to backtrack and get married?

Zip it, brain, I don’t want to hear that kind of talk! Stay strong, girl!

“Why don’t you give her a bit of a trial run right now, hun?” Rayne suggested, standing up and offering him her chair. “Give her an idea of some of the questions she might be asked.”

“Alright,” he took a seat across from me, scooting forward slightly and plastering on a blinding smile. “Hi, I’m Riku, I’ll be interviewing you for the position we’re hiring for.” He offered me his hand and I twitched back from it slightly. Blank stare darting back and forth between his outstretched palm and his face a few times, I at last tentatively took it to shake. He cleared his throat, looking at me expectantly. I blinked at him. He sighed, “...and you would be?”

“Oh! Um… Elsa… pleasure, to uh… to make your acquaintance?” I ventured.

“Likewise,” his hands folded in his lap. “Now tell me, why do you want this job?”

I straightened up, “Oh, this one’s easy. For munny.”

Riku spluttered and coughed into his fist. Choking back a laugh, Rayne said, “Tact, sweetheart. Try not to be so blunt.”

“Oh.”

This whole interview thing was sounding harder and harder by the second.

Having regained some composure, Riku tried again. “What would you say is your greatest weakness?”

My gaze shifted to the right as my fingers fiddled with my knot once more. “Oh gosh, I have so many, it’s hard to pick just one.”

He gave me a dull stare. “Maybe consider… honesty is not always the best policy.”

“Also remind me later that we really need to boost that self confidence of yours,” Rayne muttered behind him.

“Alright,” Riku lifted his chin, “Where do you see yourself in five to ten years?”

Was he joking? “I don’t even know where I see myself in five to ten minutes, let alone years!”

He smacked himself in the face, dragging his hand down. “We… have our work cut out for us.”

And so it went. Riku tried a few more questions on me, but the rest of my answers continued to go about as well as you might expect. As he and Rayne did their best to prepare me for the real thing, I had to keep telling myself that despite my fears and doubts, this was what was best for me. Sure, it was going to be hard but in a way, that was good. My life had been too easy so far, with everyone making decisions for me. Everyone, that is, except for myself. I had been limiting myself and taking the easy way out this whole time, never realizing my full potential. But not anymore. It was time to see what I could do, to test those limits and break through. This was going to be the new me, not that old fake persona I’d always put on because it was what my parents had wanted. It was time to learn who I really was. And above all, I just needed to keep reminding myself that now…

...I’m free.

Author’s note: Whew, answered a lotta questions this chapter and we're done with the setup for the most part! Please just bear with me a little longer and I promise things will start to pick up and heat up more by the end of next chapter! You probably noticed a few not so subtle drops both this and last chapter of lyrics from Let It Go sprinkled in. I'm just a dork who's doing her best to parallel the whole running away/Let It Go scene from the movie with Elsa nopedy-noping outta her wedding in this story xD Also, not sure if it sounds weird for Elsa to say "frigging" or "frick" (she's gonna do it semi-regularly-ish) but trust me, there's a reason she does! There's always a method to my madness, I swear! …and sometimes those methods are stupid, but still, what matters is that there IS IN FACT a method xD

Anyway! Next chapter, Elsa gets a job (take a wild stab in the dark as to where, given that the story title, summary, and cover art are NOT subtle), she meets a CERTAIN someone (well, she's gonna be meeting a LOT of new someones, but there's one in particular we've all been waiting for, you know who :3) and at last the true fun, adventure and mayhem can really begin! Thank you so much for reading, and an extra BIG thank you to those of you out there who liked and reblogged last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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bnhareads · 5 years ago

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22 for Kirishima please for the dialogue prompts? Thanks!

this boy is best boy. the best. fucking. boy. this also came out slight angst? ? ? ? ? ?

D prompt 22: “Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.”

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Kirishima was always the sunshine in the room. It was hard to take your eyes off of him from the moment you met him, and when he confessed that he shared the same feelings for you, you were in disbelief. Beyond happy, but still, everyday you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to end up with such a man.

He was kindhearted, gentle, encouraging, optimistic, confident but not cocky, but your favourite part was his ability to lift any sadness or weight off of yours or your classmate’s shoulders. Kiri was like the big brother that everyone needed in their time of self doubt. He’d point out all their strengths, and tell them how great they were at working on their flaws.

You adored the man he was, always doing what’s right and thinking about others. He always brought a smile to your face.

But today… the thought of Kirishima brought a frown to your features. You could see it. The little signs that no one else in the class really could. Maybe Bakugo could, but he didn’t really know how to be gentle about it. You did, which was why when your worried eyes went from Kirishima and met with Bakugo’s, you knew he noticed what you did too. He gave a curt nod, as if answering your mind’s questions about if you were actually right.

Kirishima was in his own mind too much again. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it seemed to take over his day. Self-doubt for every action he made, self criticism for every action he was thinking of making, self hate for his actions of the past.. self blame for things he couldn’t control. His crimson eyes weren’t focused on the lecture ahead, they stared blankly into the sheet infront of him, glossed over in a deadly storm of nonsense his own brain was telling him.

It wasn’t until you returned to the dorm after classes that you knew he was really in a slump. Bakugo had approached Kirishima right after the dismissal bell rang. You gave them space, knowing that you and Bakugo had the most influence on Kirishima but it was sometimes stronger when done separately. But now, as you looked over the tv area of the dorm and then to the kitchen, finding Bakugo sitting with Sero and Mina… but no Kirishima, you knew it was your turn. You immediately crossed the room to the boys dorms, unknowing that Bakugo’s eyes had followed you the entire time.

You knocked lightly on your boyfriend’s door, waiting patiently for a response.

Nothing.

You knocked again, a little louder.

“…Kiri? It’s me, hun.” Your voice as gentle as possible as you lightly gripped the handle.

The door opened itself, just a creak. You slid your hand through, the bottom of your palm coming in contact with soft fabric, likely of a sweater. The top of your hand was soon covered with his, gently pulling you closer. Your foot moved the door open enough to slip through.

It was dark, no light turned on in the room. You twitched your nose but almost no scent either. No music, no tv, no white noise. Just Kirishima and silence. You felt water raise to your eyes but you blinked them away as soon as you came. To know he felt so alone and in the dark in his own head to find this state of his room suitable tugged at your heart. He was sunshine, he was the light of your life and brought warmth to many others. Yet his demons of self doubt in his head had him convinced of something completely opposite.

He led you to his bed, sitting on the edge. Kirishima removed his hand from yours, using it instead to hold his face with his other, shielding it from you. You sat adjacent, letting one of your legs rest behind him, the other hang off the bed with his. Your body faced his. Yours steadily breathing as you rose a hand to his shaking back, his curling tighter into himself, silent tears pouring into his hands.

He couldn’t believe how unmanly he was. These days were rare, he never expected them to come up. They never gave any hint of coming, he would just wake up with a cloudy head. Each time he tried to pick apart a thought to prove it wrong, 3 more would barge in, screaming at him. The worst part for him, was having you worry. Even Bakugo worry. He didn’t want to put any of this shitty feeling or guilt onto you. He didn’t want to be a burden. Those stupid thoughts in his head were relentless, know giving him reason after reason of why the person sitting beside him would soon hate him too.

“Eiji..”

And there it was. Your voice. One that could drown out all those false thoughts in your head. A voice of an angel, his angel, that would stick by him through these tough days. One he didn’t want to push away or lose, or drag into this internal fight.

“Eiji look at me.” You entered his mind again, soft hand worming it’s way between his face and palm. You pulled gently, giving him the option to resist your invitation to open up to you, but he didn’t. His hand allowed itself to be guided by yours, stopping when yours did on his thigh. Your hand squeezed his.

You were patient, and he loved you for that. You didn’t pry, or demand to know what’s going on. You didn’t want to pick apart each thought, no, you just wanted to help him with this battle and be with him when you emerge victorious to see that beautiful smile on his face again.

“I…” He croaked, wiping his face with his free sleeve. “It’s just.. I’m..” He squeezed his eyes shut, brows furrowed, trying to find the right words to say in the midst of the jumble in his brain. “It’s one of those days again… W-where I don’t see myself a hero, or a good guy, or an even fine guy. I’m just a piece of shit. These thoughts telling me all day that I don’t deserve my friends, or my opportunity at UA… or you.” He quietly added, giving your hand a squeeze.

“How can I be so weak?! I let these thoughts consume me all day to the point I don’t feel like myself. I’m no good guy. I’m just a weak fake piece of-”

“Kirishima Eijirou.” You whispered in disbelief. His rambling took you by surprise. “Eiji.. You know none of those thoughts are true. You are a good guy. You are the best guy, who will make the best hero. But while you’re chasing that dream, you’re already the best friend to many, the best role model to some younger, the best boyfriend… the best Eijirou you can be. These thoughts..” You trailed off, hand traveling to push through his soft hair. “can’t beat you. You’re gonna power through them just like you do every challenge. There’s nothing that can stand against a heart as kind and a soul as passionate as yours. You’re the manliest man I’ve ever met, Eiji. Your drive and courage is inspiring to others. And,”

Your hand in his unstyled hair moved to his chin, pulling his face to face yours,

“You’re allowed to have bad days where you don’t feel one hundred percent. They do not make you any less of a man, or any worse of a person. But don’t let these thoughts consume you, at least not alone. You’re not alone.”

His bloodshot eyes met yours.

“You’ll… you’ll ne-”

“I will never leave you, Kirishima Eijirou.” You finished his sentence for him, finally earning the smile that you had missed all day.

“Thank you, _____…” His voice so soft as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so close you were forced into his lap as your limbs all wrapped his torso. “I know you’ll tell me there’s nothing to apologize for, but I’m sorry sometimes I can’t shake these thoughts. Thanks for helping me get rid of them. I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

You smiled, combing your hands through his hair as you felt him kiss your sweater clad shoulder.

“No need to thank me. You save me every day, it’s the least I can do.” You leaned back to look at him, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.” He mumbled, lips brushing against yours as he did so.

“Your heart is the farthest thing from a piece of shit, and is no way fucked up.” You reassured. “We’ll get through this together. You pull me out of slumps and I’ll pull you out, and together we’ll be unstoppable.”

Kirishima breathed out a hint of a chuckle as he fell back into his bed, repositioning himself until you both were a tangle of limbs, arms wrapped around eachother as his face nuzzled into your neck.

His dark room was soon filled with the light of his life beside him. The silence was replaced with soft whispers of reassurance and love. And the thoughts in his head were soon returned back into confidence, thanks to your unconditional love and support.

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note: this was really long wow, and also I’m not trying to make these seem like anymore than Kiri having a bad day~ everyone has them. And if you’re having it, just know that it will pass, the thoughts that are tearing you down are nothing but fear and have no evidence. You’re a great human being, and you’re not reading this just by chance; you are perfectly you!!! I love you!!

#prompt #Kirishima Eijirou #request #scenario #bnha kirishima #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha imagines #mha scenarios #i love each and every one of you!!!#you are a wonderful human #Mod blue

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woo-svt · 6 years ago

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Figure It Out - [FOUR]

You really don’t understand how you’re supposed to find your soulmate.

⤳ Jaebum x Reader (Soulmate!AU) ⤳ Fluff, Angst

☞ [ONE] [TWO] [THREE] [FIVE]

The next week following your intimate encounter with Jaebum left you feeling anxious, to say the least.

After your abrupt exit that fateful morning, you made your way home feeling extremely thankful Jaebum had no way to contact you other than through BamBam. From the moment you saw BamBam’s name light up on the phone, your own emotions were too much to deal with, but above all, you were confused.

The very first time you met Jaebum something about him had been off-putting, you, of course, pinning it down to his cold gaze from across the room. Your next encounter with him, at the club along with his friends, was less than ideal for two people who had already found their soulmates. Your excuse? The alcohol, of course. So that leaves your third and last encounter, at Jaebum’s apartment. Your actions there were completely unacceptable and you were left thinking for an excuse. Was it the wine? You would like to think so, but you knew well enough you did not drink enough to fog your brain of thinking.

Not finding a logical reason for what has happened between you both, you simply tried to move on. Trying to push the thoughts as far away from the boy as you possibly could. Unfortunately, you found it harder than expected.

With BamBam still doing the bare minimum to talk to you, you found your distractions in your friends. Spending almost all your free time with them, it was a great way to forget your whole predicament- mostly.

You currently sit with Mark, cozying up on his couch watching a boring sitcom as you waited for Ji Hyun to return from work so you all could go out to meet up with some other friends.

The show displaying across the tv comes to an intimate scene between the two characters and at the thought, you can’t help but have your mind wander in the sleepy haze you're in. You groggily voice your questions to Mark who sits beside you, lazily scrolling through his phone, “What’s your first time like? With your soulmate, I mean.” At your tired, quiet voice Mark looks at you to make sure you were actually speaking to him, “Like, sleeping with them?” He asks, taking in the scene on the tv to guess what you were referring to. You nod, he looks at you for a second, “Have you...not slept with BamBam yet?” He asks cautiously. “I mean it’s okay if you haven’t,” he rushes, scared he’s made you feel bad, “It’s just most people rush to be with their soulmates by the time they find them.”

You don’t even feel embarrassed or ashamed of his question, you shake your head, “We’ve only hung out twice if you could even call it that. I don’t even talk to him.” Your friend lets out a grunt averting his eyes from you, “So, what is it like?” you ask again.

Mark laughs, taking a breath before beginning his explanation. “Well, with other people, you know, it’s good...” he chuckles almost bashfully and rubs the back of his neck. “But when it’s with your soulmate,” he pauses licking his lips “It’s amazing.”

He snorts at his own less than satisfactory explanation, “I mean, everything feels good. It feels right. And not just the physical aspect of sex, but it’s everything. Every emotion inside of you is absolutely blissful. The first moment you become one with the soul that was matched for your own, it’s beautiful and more than you could ever imagine. The bond you and your soulmate share is indescribable, so being so intimate with them, especially for the first time is...just mind blowing really.” You both slightly laugh at his lame ending, though during his entire explanation you feel your heart racing more than it should, you ignore the reason why.

“Also, both people tend not to last long at all during the first time, it’s so overwhelming. But don’t worry, it definitely gets better afterward.” He laughs again.

You feel sick to your stomach.

Only a couple days after your conversation with Mark, you go to your apartment after work only to find a big surprise.

“Hey,” he says softly, almost awkwardly.

“BamBam,” you say trying to refrain yourself from sounding too caught off guard, “Hey, come in.” you invite him, moving to unlock your door letting you both inside.

The two of you remove your shoes and move to the living room in silence, “Do you want anything to drink?” you ask politely. He takes a seat on your couch, politely declining, “I actually can’t stay long, I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you since I got back from Thailand and before I leave again.” You nod at him, moving to sit next to him but making sure to keep a safe distance. “I, um,” BamBam chuckles pulling out a small wrapped package from his jacket pocket, “I told my mom about meeting you when I was home. She insisted on giving this to you.” he hands it over and you cautiously take it.

Carefully removing the packaging, you’re met with a small, delicate snow globe. It reads “Thailand” and has a cute elephant inside. The small gift leaves a smile on your face as you carefully shake the “snow” around. “I’m sorry it’s not much, but it’s a small something from my home. My mom wanted you to have a piece of Thailand until you can actually come yourself and meet everyone.” He smiles softly, taking in how you observe the globe.

Your stomach tightens at his comment but you brush it off, “No, it’s perfect. I love it, thank you so much. And your mom” You laugh slightly, BamBam’s own joining yours.

“It’s funny,” he speaks up from beside you again, “My mom always claimed that she thought for sure my soulmate would be from Thailand even when I moved here.” You look at him, “Oh, I’m sorry...” you say not sure what exactly to comment. “No, no,” he laughs “It’s not bad, of course. Your soulmate is your soulmate, you can’t change who you're meant to be with.”

You nod in silence, drawing your attention to the small gift again. After a moment of silence, BamBam talks, “You should be lucky you got that, my mom made me bring Jaebum a bag of Rod Duan.” he laughs, “Those are cooked bamboo worms.” You can’t help but join his laughter, feeling relieved yourself with your gift.

“Speaking of Jaebum,” he says and suddenly your stomach drops as your brain fills with the worst thoughts, could Jaebum have told him about the two of you?

“He told me to give you his number, apparently your friends with an old friend of his and he wants you to reconnect them.” You lick your lips relieved at his comment but you knew better than to take his number, it would be too risky.

“Oh yeah, Jinyoung. I”ll just give you Jinyoung’s number to give to him, he would love to hear from him.” You smile at BamBam.

Just a few nights after your short encounter with BamBam, you found yourself at Do Min’s apartment making dinner and enjoying a night in while Jinyoung was out with his own friends.

Standing off to the side while your friend cut the vegetables and sang loudly (and rather bad) to the songs playing from the speaker, you were paying more attention to your phone where BamBam was messaging you. He was leaving for Thailand again in a few days and wanted to try to meet up beforehand. You two had originally intended to grab drinks and see a movie after dinner tonight, but not to your surprise at all, he is currently texting you having to cancel.

Though by now you knew your soulmate to be a busy man who has a hard time making plans due to his work. The reason for his cancellation this time leaves you speechless.

From Bam:

Srry, have to raincheck Something came up Jaebum called it off w Seo Jin Trying to talk w him Talk to u later

Reading over the message a few times, the nauseous feeling in your stomach only seems to grow. The voice in the back of your mind is telling you exactly why Jaebum had done this. But like you’ve been doing since the night you spent with him, you ignore it pushing it further away from your thoughts.

You quickly reply to him, telling him you hope everything is okay and you hope you’re still able to see him before his trip.

Tonight, sitting with Do Min, the voice in your head was nagging you more than usual. Your head began to hurt with the amount of thinking you were doing about your situation. At this point, you were paying no attention to your friend and her rant about how she wanted a cat but Jinyoung insisted the couple adopt a dog instead.

“Do Min,” you say interrupting her. She hums in response, looking at your over her cup of tea, “Oh no,” she starts “Please don’t say you want us to get a dog too! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Despite your messy thoughts, you chuckle at your friend, “No, no. I just wanted to ask you about something.” The small girl chuckles too, nodding at you to continue. “Have you ever heard of soulmates breaking up?”

Her eyebrows immediately furrow and you watch as her lips open and close frantically, having a hard time processing what you were saying. “Well, no. Soulmates don’t break up. They’re soulmates...they are literally made to be together forever.” She speaks slowly and suddenly you feel like your seven years old again when your parents tried to answer all your questions about soulmates over dinner.

At your lack of response, her eyes widen, “BamBam...” she starts and you urgently sit up straighter shaking your head, “No! No, it’s not him.” Your friend's shoulders become more relaxed and she leans back in the couch, seemingly relieved whatever it was your asking didn’t have to do with you.

Well, she had another thing coming.

“His roommate, and best friend. He and his soulmate were called into the room with us but they were kind of an item throughout college too. BamBam texted today and canceled our plans because his roommate called it off with her.”

“There had to have been a mistake then. Soulmates are together forever.” You withhold eye contact with her, “Well, maybe he just is having doubts right now.” But your friend laughs at you, “There are no doubts in soulmates. None at all, your meant to be with someone and you always know it. No doubt about it.”

It seems suddenly that all of the emotions you’ve been withholding make their way out of you, “Do Min,” you choke out, a soft sob following quickly after. With that, your friend quickly puts her drink down moving closer, ready to comfort you. “I’ve been having nothing but doubts since the left the soulmate room.” You finally say, your chest feeling lighter at finally admitting your feelings to someone. You hadn’t even taken the time to let yourself realize it on your own.

You confide in your best friend, letting her hug you as she stays silent, letting you cry all the tears and emotions you’ve built up the past couple of weeks. Once the tears ceased, you take your time to voice your thoughts to your friend. You tell her about Seo Jin taking charge and placing you and BamBam together, you explain what happened when you danced with Jaebum on the night when you when out with BamBam. And finally, you tell her about the night you spent in bed with him, feeling all too intimate with someone who wasn’t your soulmate.

Do Min doesn’t say anything the whole time, letting you tell your story as she rubs your arms in a comforting manner, a quiet hum leaving her lips once in awhile telling you she was still paying attention.

Sometime after you finish, she speaks in a whisper, “You know now, don’t you?”

Your lip begins to wobble again at her words, you definitely were not ready to admit what she was hinting at, but at the same time, you knew she was right. When you fail to acknowledge her, she laughs softly, “I remember in high school when you were so stressed about finding your soulmate. You were terrified that you didn’t know what it would be like.” You wanted to speak up and say it wasn’t just in high school you had that dear, but that fear was still in your mind to the very day.

She speaks up again, “When I see Jinyoung, it’s as if no matter what mood I was in before, I’m suddenly as happy as could be. When I look at him, all I want to do is smile. There's a strong feeling, a pull in my chest that when being with him I feel such an overwhelming sense of happiness and love that I don’t know what to do with myself.” You can hear the smile in her voice, “And that feeling is always there, it always will be. Even when we have an argument, the feeling allows us to talk and work things out. We give each other strength, undying love, and happiness. And this sensation only grows the longer you’re together. When we met in high school, the feeling was faint, but there. And as time goes on our bond only grows stronger, the bond that connects us together. Everything about being with your soulmate is pure bliss, physically and emotionally. If you let yourself feel it, that is.”

Now it’s time for you to stay silent, carefully taking in every word and description she has to offer. You find yourself wishing she would have given this explanation to you years ago.

“Now, let me ask you something,” she says, “Who were you thinking about when I described the feeling?”

On Monday, you sluggishly make your way to your apartment after a long day of work. Your eyes tired and puffy from all the crying you did over the weekend, a faint headache still bothering you from the amount of thinking you had been doing.

Making your way out of the elevator you heart rate begins to pick up, glancing up towards your door you notice him leaning against it.

Jaebum immediately stands up straight, hands in the pockets of his black jeans as he watches you approach him. You whine quietly, just seeing him there was overwhelming enough, you didn’t even want to think about why he may be here.

You move to unlock your door, a raspy, “How did you get my address?” leaving your lips. Jaebum clears his throat, “Jinyoung gave it to me.” You wonder if Do Min had anything to do with the matter. You don’t say anything, but leave the door open behind you giving him the chance to follow you inside.

“I think you know why I’m here,” he says as you place your stuff on the table beside you. Your head pounds at his question and you sigh, “No Jaebum, why are you here.” you finally turn towards him, taking in the slight panic in his eyes. He chuckles, “What do you mean you don’t know? How could you not know?” you heart is now pounding as much as your head, “Jaebum, stop. Just, what-what are you doing here? What are you doing?” You ask and your voice is weak, feeling so overwhelmed that you grab onto the chair to keep yourself steady.

His face looks almost angry now, but the hurt is evident in his eyes, “Don’t pretend you have no idea what I’m talking about. You know just as much as I do that we’re soulmates.” His voice cracks at the end of the sentence, and you feel the sudden urge to throw up at his sudden confrontation. When you don’t answer he speaks louder, “How could you not know?!”

You bring your hands up to cover your temples, “I don’t know! How was I supposed to know!” He takes a step closer, “How could you not have! I knew from the second you walked through that door that you were mine! The second I laid eyes on you I had no doubt I was yours! And what do you do?! Go with BamBam?!” You start to cry, “Stop! Stop yelling at me! This is not my fault you already had someone! And she told me he was mine! How would I ever even consider it was you?!”

You know notice the tears welling up in his own eyes and the crack in his voice when he raises his voice again, “You didn’t feel it?”

You look at him, a soft sob escaping your lips, “All my life I’ve been going crazy trying to figure out what I was supposed to feel when I met my soulmate. No one could ever explain to me what to expect and I was always so frightened, so worried that I would never know what the feeling was. And I didn’t. I had no idea what to expect when I entered that room and I wasn’t even given the chance to experience or figure it out for myself before I was being pushed onto someone and having them slap a soulmate label on us!”

Jaebum stays quiet, studying you, tears still in his eyes. His eyes show so much hurt that you swear you could feel their pain. He finally breaks eye contact, looking towards the door.

“I’ll just leave you to think about what that could mean then.” he turns, walking to the exit.

“Jaebum!” you whine going to follow him. Your feelings were all over the place but if you knew one thing, it was that you didn’t want him to leave like this. But you don’t have much say in the matter as he closes the door loudly behind him.

You’re left alone with your messy thoughts, an urge to throw up and a strong pull in your chest. You wonder if this is what it’s like to be heartbroken.

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