#just stuck like this... going nowhere.... hah...

[dreadark]

world's most miserable baby

[kingkatsuki]

— a favour

Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes you’ll be happy to oblige.

This is pretty much for Kitten idk😂😭

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 0.8k.

“You wanna what?” Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadn’t just asked him that question, there ain’t no fucking way—

“No, no, no, listen! I’ll pay you— and I just think it’ll be better with you both rather than a stranger.”

“And you think that’s a favour?” Bakugou grunts, “A favour is ‘Can you spot me?’ or ‘Can you give me a lift?’— not can I fuck your girlfriend?”

“No! I don’t want to fuck her—” A blatant lie, “I want to watch—”

“You want me to fuck my girlfriend—” Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, “And you just wanna watch?”

“Um, well yeah.” The tips of Deku’s ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.

After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.

“So why not just go out and fuck a girl?” Bakugou snorts, “There’s gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number One’s pants.”

“It’s not just about that,” Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugou’s intense fiery gaze, “I like to watch—”

“So watch porn.” Bakugou scoffs, “I’m sure I’ve got plenty of fuckin’ videos on my phone that I can send ya— there’s one where I’ve got her in this posi—”

“No!” Midoriya cut him off, “I mean— I like when people are mean to me.”

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, “You like being degraded huh? You sick freak.”

Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.

“And what makes you think she’d even agree to it, hah?” Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week you’d filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friends— But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.

“Can you at least ask her?” Midoriya mumbles, “Please?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, “I’ll tell her what a sick fuckin’ freak you are, Deku.”

Midoriya was certain he could’ve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugou’s voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.

Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredation— Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.

“Oi,” Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldn’t shower here, not now. He had to make it home— looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the shower— “She said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.”

And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cock—

“She didn’t believe me when I told her, you know.” Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, “Couldn’t believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.”

[sqtorux]

where our blue is

3 years of gojo's blue spring with his best friends and ... you. basically hidden inventory arc with you in it.

it's 2005 and satoru had met you for the first time. you'd heard of him, the strongest. you weren't particularly excited to meet him however that was all for naught when another classmate came along. suguru.

you quickly got close to suguru and he got along with satoru meaning you also got to hang out with satoru. over time though, the three of you became inseparable. satoru's demeanor changed from a stuck up brat to a goofy one. still a brat nonetheless.

somewhere along the way satoru developed feelings for you. he wasn't sure if it's because he was impressed by your technique and perseverance or because everytime you laugh the world suddenly becomes a better place.

he thinks you're very pretty. the way you'd scowl at his jokes, or the way you'd scold him when he got too arrogant or the way you could see through the strong front he put up, like the person he truly was, he loved you. every part of you. he'd die before he'd tell you that though.

“arcade lets go” you felt satoru’s strong arm over your shoulder as suguru trailed behind chuckling at the very obvious display of affection only he seemed to catch on.

“get lost im going shopping with shoko today” you shove him off as satoru clenched his heart dramatically. “oh come on i need my cheerleader!” he quickly rushed to stand in front of you blocking your way.

“no. even if i were to come i wouldn't be on your side” you roll your eyes at him, he only pouted. “why don't you and shoko meet us at the arcade later? we have a mission first anyway” suguru chimed in.

“get him get him!”

“hah you lost!” satoru pointed as he laughed diabolically, throwing a high five at shoko.

as a punishment for losing, “try a smoke” shoko suggested suguru hoping to catch him lacking and choke on it but suguru managed to do it elegantly. as he does everything.

“hm for you, buy me dinner. all i can eat” satoru said triumphantly. and oh it was a punishment alright. “hell no, you inhale food i’m broke” you only scowl at him annoyingly.

“no this is your punishment, you can't refuse” he rests his elbow on top of your head. “annoying ass” you grumble at which he only chuckled.

all you got him was an onigiri and a can of coke from a vending machine. you ran away before he could protest. little did you know though, satoru wanted to have dinner with you alone, as a friendly date between two friends of course.

—

it's 2006 and with the new first years in jjk high, it was more livelier than last year. all of you had gotten pretty close, you especially with a bright underclassman named haibara.

more often than not, you spent your time with haibara chatting away and fooling around which satoru did not seem amused at. not one bit. he'd get more cranky over you but being the oblivious fool you are, you couldn't tell why.

sitting under the shade of the big tree at a park the students frequent, you relaxed after a particularly hard mission. out of nowhere satoru came and sat next to you without a word.

you didn't mind his presence and sat in silence until you felt him tap your shoulder. when you turned however, his finger poked your cheeks and you glare at him menacingly which he laughed at.

“you alright?” he asked as you shook his hand away. “better when you weren't here.”

satoru scoffed “you're definitely okay. i bet you'd prefer it if haibara was here”.

“i do actually” satoru made a face at your words not liking the way you admitted it but he didn't try to move further away, only closer. closer to you.

he leaned in till he was just a breath away. was this it? if he were to take this risk all the way and possibly confess, would you accept him? or would that ruin the friendship he had with you?

as he took his time debating, you snatched his glasses and giggled. “im taking this thanks!” you stood up and ran. ah well, there go his chance.

“hey give that back!” he started chasing you. you ran as fast as you could but you stood no chance against his unnecessarily long legs as they strode over to you.

he grabbed you by your waist and held you in place as you panted, out of breath. him? not so much.

you hid his glasses behind your back but satoru couldn't care less. his heart was hammering against his chest just from the way he held you and how close you are to him. it's like the universe was shouting and telling him to tell you about his feelings. he should have listened.

“hey hey look. i’ll give this back to you if… you buy us ice cream” your voice snapped him out of his own silly thoughts.

“us?”

“mhm. ice creams for suguru, shoko, haibara and nanami. all on you.” you grinned cheekily.

as if in a daze, he nods as you smile triumphantly. you brought his glasses and put it on him. you had to admit, you were glad he had to wear those, his blue eyes were so easy to drown in.

that night, all the first and second years sat on top of the school rooftop watching the stars while eating the ice cream popsicle satoru had brought, only because you asked. life was good.

until it wasn't.

due to a leg injury you had battling a grade 2 curse, your missions were taken by the other students. although you were disappointed in yourself you knew it was the right thing to do. at least you had shoko who was always at the school for healing since she was capable of using the reverse cursed technique.

however things never looked up from there.

when you found suguru's almost lifeless slashed body on the school grounds, the world beneath your feet crumbled. shakily you dragged him out of the debris and took him to shoko. you couldn't even begin to think of what could have happened to satoru or where he could be.

a few days ago, they had left on their mission to defend the star plasma vessel in high spirits. you guys even talked about having a school trip soon after they'd return but none of that seemed plausible now.

as soon as suguru was healed he immediately went away again, mumbling something about getting satoru. you couldn't follow because your leg wasn't fully healed yet. you could only stay behind and pray nothing happens to any of your friends.

when they returned however satoru felt, different. he felt colder, more distant. his uniform was covered in blood. whose blood? you didn't want to find out. that night he just fell into your arms in defeat, still cold, still shivering but still your satoru regardless.

that wasn't the end however.

the following weeks, you had begun to notice how distant geto had become. you'd tried talking to him but he'd brush you off everytime until you eventually stopped trying, but still assuring him you were here if he ever wanted to talk.

satoru was away on missions more and more. your friendship was slowly dissipating as much as you hated to admit it but you understood it was none of your faults. things happen. or that was what you keep telling yourself.

and you yourself had started going on more and more riskier missions on your own after your leg had healed.

as if the surging amount of curses popping up and then getting stronger and stronger weren't enough, you received news that became your breaking point.

haibara. how could it be? he had left with nanami on a mission abroad from which only nanami returned alive. it was hard for you to accept his death. ever since then you started completely detaching from everyone.

“i can't do this anymore” geto mumbled. you just stare at the floor unmoving, unfeeling.

things only took into a worse turn when you found out geto had massacred a village. he'd return particularly late one night and when you asked why, he sighs. “i just killed hundreds of people y/n.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

—

it's 2007 and satoru had found himself crying, begging for you not to leave. after the stunt suguru pulled, he couldn't lose you too. not you. never you.

“suguru is doing this alone satoru” he'd heard your meek voice say.

“what about me?” his own voice was shaking, choking on his tears. it was pathetic but he couldn't care less.

seeing your hesitation he begged more.

“y/n what about me?” he cried.

the way you looked at him, the way your body froze in place it was working. you wouldn't leave him, you'd stay... until you wouldn't.

“im sorry. i don't see the point in staying”

“don't go talking like him!” he screamed. he stood there crying, afraid to take another step in case that pushes you even further away.

“i’ve made my decision. nothing you say or do can change it.” you turn around and walked away.

satoru was speechless. his world paused as everything around him became blurry.

the only clear thing his six eyes allowed him to see was your figure disappearing into the crowd.

i love you i love you i love you

toads on the tip of his tongue. if he'd said that, would you have stayed? this question still haunted him ten years later.

satoru woke up to find the blindfold wrapping his eyes dampening. he chuckled dryly as he stood up from his seat. he was at school apparently napping at an empty classroom.

coincidentally the same classroom he had spent his happiest years in, now bland and quiet.

his students megumi, yuji and nobara had walked inside, bringing life to the once empty room. the trio reminded him a lot of you, suguru and himself, his heart clenches.

“were you napping? don't fall asleep when you called us here” megumi said to him as the other two took turns to sit in his fancy chair he sat in a second ago.

he let out a non humourous chuckle as his memories haunted him.

“what are you laughing about?” megumi asked.

“nothing?” satoru quipped.

it was far from nothing. he missed his best friend and you. especially you.

he'd once told himself he'd die before ever telling you about his feelings for you. how ironic is it that you had to die first and how much did he regret not being strong enough to protect you despite being the strongest.

because what good is it being the strongest if he still isn't strong enough to protect the people he loved.

tried changing my layout this time hehe. the third year is my favourite my poor bby gojo :(((

[banj0possum]

Can we get a zombie horde with a gn! Reader where their abusive family finds them again?

after years of inactivity im fucking back ! sorry for the long long wait but at least im able to put out a few more fics !

Zombie Horde!Reader's Abusive Family Finds Them Again

CW: verbal abuse, abusive family, (mentioned) being rejected food

💀 You haven't always been alone in your travels, in fact, you were with your family when the outbreak happened. But to be fair, you never liked your family..

💀 They would always bully you, boss you around, even put the blame on you whenever something bad happened, the torment didn't end even when there were zombies banging on your doors!

💀 In fact, because of the virus, they got even more cruel to you.

💀 They would take away your food rations for any small mistake you did, make you take the night watch for days on end, even send you out to get supplies just because 'you talked back that one time'!

💀 You couldn't take it anymore and left, knowing anywhere would be better than being stuck in a house of people who did nothing but torture you.

💀 You thought you were safe from them, cuddled up with Ribs in your bed as the others wandered around the abandoned mall, but it all came back when you heard a familiar voice shout out your name from the distance..

💀 "(Y/N)?! I know you're here you runt!"

💀 It was your dad...

💀 Ribs sat up as soon as he heard it and snarled, crawling out of bed and going out to see the commotion.

💀 Your heart raced as you followed him, but it was hard to walk with your body trembling at the thought of seeing him or any of your family again.

💀 "Jesus there's four of them!" "What are you waiting for you stupid bitch?! Shoot em!"

💀 It seems your mom was also there..

💀 You run the broken escalator and see the horde fighting with your family, gunshots ring throughout the mall as you see your beloveds blasted with bullets.

💀 You weren't scared though, they were dead after all, but it was still heartbreaking seeing them get hurt.

💀 You pick up a nearby rock and throw it at your dad to get his attention away from the boys. They all look at you, your family glaring at you while the horde coos at your presence.

💀 "(Y/N) you come here right this fucking second we're coming home!" Your mother shouts at you, walking over angrily and grabbing your arm strong enough to leave a red ring.

💀 Bo fumes and pulls her of you "You stay away from my mate ya hear me?!" he growls.

💀 "It talks?!" She yelps as your dad comes over as well. "Mate? Don't tell me you're hangin out with these monsters! Are you that much of a dumbass?!" he scolds you.

💀 You shrink, knowing whatever you say will make things worse..

💀 "Why you little whore.." Your dad growls, about to slap you, but Screw runs over and pushes your dad away, sending him back a few feet.

💀 Ribs and Soda smile and clap as Bo and Screw help you up.

💀 "You ok darlin?" Bo asks you in a sweet tone. "Is your arm ok? Does is hurt? Do you need a bandaid? I have a pink one with a cat on it.." Screw looks at the mark your mother gave you.

💀 You smile and assure them everything's ok.

💀 "Fucking freaks..(Y/N) do you hear me?! Get your ass up and let's go!" Your dad yells at you again as he stand up.

💀 "They're not going anywhere mean guy!" Ribs growls at him.

💀 Your mom is to the side next to Soda, she sneers at him and he looks back at her, giving her the middle finger, making her scoff and look away.

💀 In a shaky tone, you ask how they found you. You've cut off contact with them for months, there was no way they could find you..

💀 "Hah! Your dumbass thought you were just some person in the middle of nowhere? Half the state knows about your little talkin freak boyfriends!"

💀 You look down in shame as Bo and Screw comfort you "I think it's about time you folks leave..." Bo says, glaring at your parents.

💀 "Oh no you're not kicking us out! We came all this way to get this ungrateful little leech back! We gave them shelter and this is how they repay us?! You should've learned your place and stayed put!" he berates you. You finally snap and yell back at him, telling him all the things you've endured in their household, how you were treated like dirt every day, how you were much better off without them.

💀 Finally you firmly tell them to leave, pointing to the exit as you look at him with no fear left in your eyes. He scoffs "Fine..go get killed on your own then! Don't come to us for any fucking help!" he yells as he leaves, your mom in tow.

💀 Ribs laughs at them as they leave while Soda smiles at you.

💀 After the whole interaction, you were completely exhausted, the boys huddling up with you to calm you down.

💀 You give them all well-deserved kisses for protecting you, they all coo and chirp at the affection and kiss you back.

💀 "Do you still want that bandaid?" Screw asks you softly.

💀 You say yes.

this one was pretty short but expect more fics to be sent soon ! love you guys and remember that youre awesome and amazing !

[euphorajeon]

wednesday night(s) | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff? | college au

— word count: 2.9k

— warnings: laundromat!jk (!!!), stalkerish behaviour (not jk or oc), dubious-consensual kissing (but they talk about it after), jk is a sweetheart and oc is just a blabbering mess

— summary: on a wednesday night seven weeks ago, you met someone in the laundry room. this wednesday night, you meet him again.

— author's note: i suck at summaries,, the story is better i promise (i hope,,, T_T) anyways. i had this in the draft like a few weeks after seven mv was released and then got stuck, revisited it months later then finished it like this. hah. i hope laundromat!jk with his grey hoodie and curly hair is enough to keep this enjoyable :]

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The dim lighting of the shared laundry room in your apartment building greets you as you step inside with your laundry basket in hand. It’s devoid of other people when you look around, the whirring of the washers and dryers the only sound competing with the silence of the night. You exhale a breath of relief, quickly making a beeline for the nearest empty washer to load your dirty clothes that’s piled up for a week.

Being a college student doesn’t give you many options for your living arrangement, only being able to settle on a one-bedroom apartment with a communal laundry room. In the first months of moving into the apartment, your schedule only allowed you to do your laundry on the weekends, which was apparently the same case for most patrons of the building. The laundry room was always full of people and you had to secure a washer by waiting for someone else to finish, wasting precious hours away from your supposedly free weekend. That, and your social battery was always drained from all the loud conversations among roommates and friends alike when they were also waiting for a washer to free up. You couldn’t stand having your energy gone even before Monday said hello, so you tried to clear your schedule to avoid doing laundry on the weekend.

Wednesday nights are scheduled for laundry now, after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live. Usually you’d be tired after the long day, but the laundry room is mostly quiet in the middle of the week, so you use the time to decompress while preparing yourself for your 10 am shift at the coffee shop Thursday morning. The burn in your arms after folding your shirts and pants for nearly twenty minutes helps you tune out your surroundings, which normally consists of the occasional one or two other patrons coming in and the whirr and beep of machines.

“You showed up late tonight.”

Ah, that’s something you forget to mention. Or rather, someone.

Your heart jumps in your chest, beats stuttering a bit faster not because you’re flustered in his presence, but because he just popped out of nowhere. Wasn’t the room empty when you scanned it upon your entry?

Maybe you were too busy trying to declutter your mind from the day’s events that you didn’t hear him loading his own laundry into the washer. Didn’t hear the beep when his washer started, didn’t hear him calling you upon noticing your presence, didn’t hear him walk closer, and certainly didn’t hear when he sat on top of the washer right next to the one you’re using. Or maybe you did hear something, but didn’t care enough to find out who it was.

“Did you go on a date?” He gestures to the black tanktop you have on underneath your denim jacket. Probably referring to your face too, which is still caked with make up because you haven’t had time to clean it off yet. You spare him a glance with a downturn of your lips, by now a standard response to whatever he says, really.

You met him for the first time around seven weeks ago, when he accidentally knocked you over with his gigantic laundry basket. He had apologized profusely with that big, round peepers of his and you had brushed him off with a polite smile, hoping he’d just drop it and leave you alone like any normal person would. He had been silent for the rest of his laundry cycle, but you could feel the way his eyes never left your figure for the remainder of the night.

A week after that, you found him using the exact same washer as last week and tried to avoid the one next to his, planning to load your laundry quietly and duck out of there before he had the chance to realize that you were in the vicinity. The plan was … partly successful as you managed to get out of the laundry room to wait out the washing cycle in your room, but not before he appeared beside you when you were putting in fabric softener into the washer. He had waited until your washer started running to once again voice out an apology for the laundry basket incident, something you told him to chill out about. He was just about to tell you his name when you mumbled out an excuse to flee, leaving him gaping in the middle of the laundry room. You did not want to know his name.

You found out anyway on your next Wednesday shift at the coffee shop, when you were munching on a chocolate muffin in the break room with one of your coworker, Mingyu. He had been showing you his Instagram account, scrolling through the photos when you recognized the Laundry Guy in one of them. “You know him?” Mingyu had inquired upon noticing your thumb had paused scrolling. A recount of what happened two weeks ago involving a certain doe-eyed boy and his enormous laundry basket was told, pulling out an amused laugh from your coworker. “His name is Jeongguk,” Mingyu kindly informed you (even though you didn’t ask.) “He’s in a few of my classes. Likes doing laundry. One time I went to his apartment to hang out and he did laundry in the middle of the night.”

Maybe you would’ve liked this Jeongguk guy if he kept doing his laundry in the middle of the night, out of your sight.

“Hey, Star, someone is looking for you.” The sound of Jeongguk’s voice pulls you back to the present.

Star. The nickname he started calling you by when he saw you loading your blanket—which is dark blue in color and has yellow stars all over it—into the washer one time. You’ve never really responded to it, but he sticks by the nickname like he’s been calling you that since you both were five. You let him have it then, seeing it as a win-win because it keeps him from knowing your name but still lets you know whenever he’s around and talking to you.

But beyond the nickname, the words after that caught your attention. Jeongguk’s nudge on your arm is barely noticeable, but the way his eyes are fixated on the doorway makes you follow his line of sight. There, just outside the laundry room, stood the person you want to see the least right now. Not after the shitty presentation you gave in class this morning (that in turn, got you scolded by your professor), not after you did terrible on your quiz on the second class, and not after you got an earful from your manager at the cafe for not handling a customer complaint professionally. Oh, and certainly, not in front of Jeongguk.

The person outside the laundry room yells your name. “Fancy meeting you here!” he continues, the cheery tone grating your ears. Fuck, how did he know where you live?

Hyun is—was—just a regular customer of the coffee shop you work at. You always see him on your shift, and in turn, have memorized his name and order because he always orders the exact same, simple thing: a medium caramel macchiato with two extra shots. Heck, it’s simple enough that even Mingyu has it drilled into his brain as well. There are multiple occasions where either you or Mingyu had already had Hyun’s order keyed in when he’s just approaching the cashier. Efficient work time, and all.

Unfortunately, this act of memorization is seen as flirting by the guy. He’s started smiling more at you, giving you cheeky winks, even sliding you his phone number on the napkin by the pick-up counter. You’ve tried to reject him politely, but Hyun is so dense that he interpreted your polite rejection as you playing hard to get and thus has been trying even harder to get you to date him. This makes you furious but Mingyu thinks it’s hilarious.

Wait. Mingyu…

He could be the one who told Hyun where you live. That motherfucker.

In the midst of your misery, you miss the way Jeongguk’s eyes light up at finally getting to know your name after seven weeks. Completely miss the way his eyes fill with mirth and his cherub cheeks lifting up in the beginning of a teasing smile, which dims as soon as he sees you bury your head in hands.

“Can we get out of here?” you grit through your teeth. You don’t even know when I turned to we, and with Jeongguk, of all people. You could’ve just bolted out of there, wait out your laundry cycle in your room like usual and pretend you don’t notice Jeongguk’s disappointed gaze that follows. Could’ve left him to deal with Hyun who’s inching closer towards you and have fun imagining him fumble trying to explain nonexistent shit to Hyun.

But that route could end up very badly if Hyun decided to abandon Jeongguk and follow you up to your room instead. It’s scary enough that he knows precisely what building you live in—you don’t need him knowing the exact room number. Hence, using Jeongguk as a shield at this moment feels like a safe choice.

“Heyyy,” Hyun’s voice reaches your ears again, prompting you to glance up, seeing him just a few steps away from you. In a desperate attempt, you grip the material of Jeongguk’s grey hoodie, whisper I’m so sorry before pulling him down to kiss him right on the mouth.

It’s awkward. You can feel how shocked Jeongguk is by the way his lips are still, frozen like a statue for the first few seconds of your kiss. Can’t blame him, though, after his numerous attempts of camaraderie were only responded with a cold shoulder by you. Heck, if you were in his position, you’d slap yourself across the face for pulling this crazy stunt. But Jeongguk is not you, so instead of that, he relaxes his lips before lightly gripping your jaw to angle your head better so he can kiss you properly.

And kiss properly you do, until all you can hear is only the smacking of your lips and the few soft sighs Jeongguk slips in between. He kisses you slowly, sucks on your bottom lip softly like it’s his favorite gummy candy and he wants to savor the taste. He must’ve had a lot of practice to be kissing someone this good.

“Really?” Hyun’s voice sounds far away in your head. “You think I would fall for that?”

When neither of you responds, still busy sucking each other’s lips, Hyun continues. “Please,” he says sarcastically. “Anyone could see that this is all fake.”

You feel Jeongguk pulling away from the kiss, his lips just a breath away from yours. You keep your eyes closed, your breath held, in fear that you’d melt into a puddle right then and there if you see Jeongguk’s face this close. When he speaks, the faint brush of his lips against yours makes you shiver.

“What makes you think this is fake?” he says. There’s a quirk on the corner of his lips when he kisses you again. “Never seen people kissing before? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that this is fake?”

Jeongguk’s hands move from your face to hold your waist, where he squeezes lightly before once again capturing your lips in his. You let out a muffled yelp when his hands slide lower to hoist you up onto a washing machine. The kissing resumes, more smacking sound is heard, and Hyun’s presence gets pushed to the back of your mind. All you can think about is Jeongguk’s lips, how warm and plush they are, and how they are pulling away from you again.

The tiny whine you let out gets lost in Jeongguk’s grunt, still addressing Hyun: “Scram, bro.” When that gets no response, he adds for good measure: “Shoo.”

You hear Hyun click his tongue in annoyance and the stomps he makes while walking away after, but find yourself unable to focus on either as Jeongguk goes back to sucking your bottom lip. The reason why you’re doing this definitely gets forgotten as you let yourself be carried away in Jeongguk’s kisses.

When someone tears open the door of the washing machine next to you loudly, you tear yourself apart from Jeongguk. He’s panting lightly, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. He’s also smiling at you, pointedly ignoring the dirty look thrown by the only other person in the laundry room other than you two. You grimace at the person, bowing slightly as a pathetic attempt at an apology.

Then you face Jeongguk again. Who’s still flushed. Whose lips still glisten red. Who’s still smiling at you, this time with mirth in his eyes. You fumble.

“Uh, about earlier—“

“Do you want to get off the washing machine first?”

Uh, what?

Right, you’re still sitting on top of the washing machine. Hoisted up by Jeongguk’s hands. On your thighs. Then kissing, licking, sucking—

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You clear your throat, bracing your hands on the machine but Jeongguk beats you to it by once again taking hold of your waist to help you step down. Unfortunately, that means your legs haven’t caught up with your brain yet so they buckle like a pair of useless jelly underneath you. Again, Jeongguk steadies you with his firm hold, still with upturned lips.

“Woah, there. You okay?” He giggles—giggles!—eyes scrunching up into crescents. His hands never leave your waist even after you’re standing solid on your own two feet.

“Yeah, um, thanks.” You try to look at anything but him. “Listen, Jeongguk. I—“

“Wait, how do you know my name?” Jeongguk tilts his head, the unruly strands atop his head making him look like a puppy. “I never told you, did I?”

“Oh, Mingyu told me—“

“You know Mingyu?”

You lift your hands to place them on his shoulders firmly. “Let me finish first?”

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly, but nods to let you continue.

“Okay, um. I’m really sorry about earlier … the drama with Hyun and the— kissing…. I just couldn’t think and didn’t know what else to do. I’m really, very sorry.” You let your head drop, the weight of kissing a stranger starting to get to you.

Jeongguk is quiet. You’re conjuring up another speech of apology with some backstory to help you justify yourself, just in case he decides that your first apology isn’t enough.

“It’s okay.” Huh? “I liked kissing you, anyway.”

You choke on air. “Wh—at?”

“I liked kissing you.” Jeongguk smiles again, that same mirth still in his eyes. “You know, Star, for someone so confident in pulling me down for a kiss, you sure are stuttering a lot right now.” His smile turns into a teasing one. “Did you like kissing me too?”

The person next to you slams the washing machine door closed. “Get a room, people,” she hisses before walking out of the laundry room.

“Nice advice.” Jeongguk gestures to the retreating girl. “Should we, Star?”

Your eyes are round in shock, mortified at Jeongguk’s suggestion. Though, you suppose it’s karma for kissing a stranger only for your convenience. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, type of shit.

When you’re still frozen after five seconds, Jeongguk lets out a laugh. “I’m kidding, kidding! Oh, God, you look so scared. Seriously, though, it’s totally okay. You have nothing to be worried about.”

Despite the huge sigh you heave, you’re still not convinced. “Are you sure? I completely understand if you’re mad, though.”

“I’m gonna be mad if you keep apologizing,” Jeongguk says. “Or, if you feel that bad about it … you could pay me back with a date.”

This time, his smile is hopeful. “A date, where you could tell me your real name, how you know Mingyu, and the story about whoever the hell that was that interrupted our kiss.” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow teasingly. “Then, we could end it the way we started today … with a kiss. If you want?”

“Oh, well, if it’s to pay you back for the kiss, sure…” you trail off, feeling weird about how the situation has come to. “Damn, when you ask for my consent like that it makes me feel worse for not doing the same to kiss you earlier.” You physically face-palm.

“Since you feel so bad about that, do you want to ask for my consent now?” Jeongguk looks at you with his big, round eyes, appearing innocent like a child. You wonder if this is the same boy you just kissed some minutes ago.

“How, like, ‘Hey, Jeongguk, someone I don’t like just walked in, can I kiss you?’” you say, half giggling.

“Sounds like a mouthful, maybe just the last four words?” Jeongguk licks his lips.

You tilt your head in amazement, your lips curving up into a small smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes you can, Star,” comes Jeongguk’s reply, his hands going back to your jaw. He gives you a wink before dipping down.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers before kissing you once again.

Maybe now you’ll look forward to your weekly laundry schedule—after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live—on Wednesday nights.

Because on Wednesday nights, a certain boy with big, doe eyes and unruly hair does his laundry with his huge laundry basket and calls you Star. This Wednesday night, he kissed you—uh, you kissed him.

Next Wednesday night … you’d just have to wait and see.

a/n: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed this drabble while we wait for bangtan to come back :')) also you can give me feedback here! :D

[aestherin]

privacy

34: one mistake

When did it all start?

Ah, it was when he first heard your singing voice during eleventh grade.

It was the during the time of the day when most students would flock to the cafeteria, rushing to eat their fill after half a day's worth of academic torture. Even before then, he already disliked crowded and hectic places. And so, he went the opposite direction of everyone.

Turns out he wasn't the only one with that idea.

The sweet and enchanting voice of a nightingale was what welcomed him the moment he arrived at the school's courtyard. Not rushing to eat lunch just to hear this was worth it, he concluded.

He didn't even know your name at the time, for you two were not in the same class. And when you turned around — good lord.

Your face was beautiful, but it wasn't familiar at all. It was odd, how this was the first time he saw you. He thought for sure that with an appearance like that, if he had ever met you prior, he wouldn't be able to forget you.

Was the school really that big for you two to miss each other every single time?

"Oh. A person. Uhm, hi?"

Fuck. Even your speaking voice was attractive.

Kunikuzushi was damned.

And he has been, for many years. Even up until now.

The present him looked up at nowhere, quietly laughing at himself.

How pathetic.

'You've liked her since you were still students, and you still haven't got the guts to even confess.'

'You're both famous people now, hundreds of thousands of people — maybe even millions — wanting the two of you... yet you're still stuck simply being her friend.'

Boy best friend, he argued with himself. But Scaramouche himself also did not know if that was better or worse.

"I have arrived," he heard a smooth voice. Kunikuzushi instictively frowned. This? This was the voice of the man you fell for?

He almost rolled his eyes. He could do better than this guy in front of him. He bets Ayato couldn't even sing.

"Sit."

Ayato looked around the area but found no chairs. "Where?" All he could see was cemented grounds, ramps, and curves. Why did they have to meet at a deserted skateboarding area anyway?

Scaramouche smirked. "Ah, sorry. I forgot you're a rich boy. We can't have you sitting on the dirty floor now, could we?"

It was as if a tick mark appeared on the taller man's head. Feigning a smile, he breathed, "Did you ask to meet me just to insult me, bastard?"

"Wow. Was it that obvious?"

"No, not really."

"I'm just getting back at you."

"Pardon? I don't even know you, aside from you being a celebrity. This is the first time we've met and suddenly you say you're getting back at me?"

"Shut the fuck up. You insulted me first."

"Hah?"

"You getting together with [Name] so easily was the biggest insult I've ever received in my entire existence."

Oh.

Now, Ayato was no idiot. Of course, he immediately realized the underlying message of Scaramouche's statement. Was that why this man called for him? Did he receive news of their so-called 'break-up' and was now planning to tell him that he's going to pursue you now that you're not in a relationship anymore?

Ayato's eyes followed Scaramouche as he stood up from the metal rail he was previously sitting on. Meanwhile, the shorter one looked and turned away, seemingly looking at a distance.

"I knew it was all fake, by the way," he started. "She accidentally tweeted about it on her private account, and I got to see it before she deleted it."

"Since when?"

"That was even before your drama was released."

"That was a long time ago. You knew yet did nothing?"

Ayato was confused. If Scara had feelings for you, why didn't he act on it even after he found out that the thing you had for him was all a fraud? It was not something that he could comprehend.

Not with his way of thinking.

Kunikuzushi, on the other hand, begged to differ. He believed himself to have done the right thing.

He has already kept his affection for you to himself for several years, surely a few weeks, months more wouldn't be that big of a deal, right?

And so he stayed. Stayed observing, kept contemplating — remained being just a friend.

"Of course, the thought of having her for myself crossed my mind at that moment..." He smiled fondly. "...but I still didn't go with it."

He suddenly turned around, not giving Ayato the opportunity to retort.

"Because despite the fact that it wasn't real —"

Scaramouche sighed.

"— even the archons know how in love she was with you."

That left him speechless. For a seemingly inconsiderate and rough guy to say those words...

How can he remain calm? Another person who has romantic feelings for you just told him about your sincerest sentiments for him.

"Why are you —"

Ayato cut himself off with a forced gag.

"What the fuck?" He glared at the man who just punched his gut. He unconsciously hovered his arm over the pained area; though it wasn't too powerful, the sheer unexpectedness of the punch was enough to make it sting.

"Just because she loves you doesn't mean you get a pass. My anger won't vanish quickly, airhead."

Airhead?

Did... did he just insult me?

Me?

Yours truly?

This made Ayato raise a brow. "Oh?"

"Why not punch me in the face then? Scared?" Ayato challenged with a devious grin.

A sarcastic laugh was not what he was expecting in return.

"Are you dumb? With my strength, I am more than capable of landing a punch on your face that would take more than weeks to recover," Scaramouche smirked. "What if [Name] sees it? And her, being the angelic being she is, would ask you about it. Then you, being the conniving blabbermouth that you are, would tell her my name."

The fuck?

"She would be mad at me. That's the least thing I'd ever want."

"So that's why you punched me in an area that isn't visible."

"Precisely."

Ayato made a face. After a while, he attempted to get back at the other man with a punch too, but failed miserably. "Oh? Why are you hitting me back?"

"What kind of question even is that?"

"I thought you knew you deserved that punch in the gut," Kunikuzushi stated in a matter-of-fact tone, both hands inside his pockets. To Ayato, it seemed like the man in front of him was bigger than him at the moment. He was sneering down at him.

"You hurt her. So I punched you."

Yeah, I really did.

Backing down and lacking argument, he opted to just sit down on one of the skateboarding ramps. "Remind me why we had to meet here out of all places again?"

"This place..." Scaramouche followed his actions, sitting on the ramp opposite of him. "This place is special to me and [Name]. I used to skateboard often when I was still a student."

"She would always come to me with drinks and snacks in hand. Then, unofficially, this became our weekend hangout spot."

"So, you've liked her since... you were students?"

Kunikuzushi hummed.

"How come you've never told her in that whole time?"

"I'm a coward," he chuckled. "I didn't want to lose what we have. I was afraid that we would stray apart from each other once I do."

Ayato could do nothing but smile sympathetically. "I bet you wrote songs about her."

"Albums," Scaramouche corrected him.

"Damn."

"Yeah. Damn." Ayato felt the return of an intense glare. "I wrote entire albums for her then you had the audacity to hurt [Name] enough for her to end your relationship despite being deeply enamored with you? Wow. Tsk, tsk. Talk about a big jerk."

"I'm aware," he sighed. "Now, can you stop with that? Unless you really only called me out here to make me realize how much I messed up — which let's be honest I really did, and I honestly deserve every single shit you throw at me, but —"

"Glad to know that you know."

Ayato frowned.

He sensed a shift in Scaramouche's mood. He assumed the other was getting serious now. "I called you here because I want you to fix this mess... and to ask you a favor —"

"— I'm leaving [Name] in your care."

"..."

"However," The man pointed at him. "One mistake, Kamisato. One mistake and I'll make sure she'd want to spend her lifetime with me instead."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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NOTES -> that was long im sorry ahfbdhd -> also scara pls be mine instead🥹🙏

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[bigskydreaming]

Jason, randomly, out of nowhere, without warning: Hah, I'm taller than you now. LMAO. Loser.

Dick, who knows perfectly well that height has absolutely nothing to do with self worth and also that he's supposed to be above being blatantly baited by his little brother, who is obviously the REAL loser, and needs to be reminded of that fact which so doesn't count as actually being baited: Please. You're only that tall now because you got revived in a magical pit of green ooze that optimized your growth when bringing you back from the dead which is CHEATING, and thus doesn't count. Loser.

Jason: Really? Me dying and being dunked in a magical pit of green ooze to undo the physical trauma of my MURDER and also the years of malnutrition that led to my growth previously NOT being optimized is 'cheating?'

Dick: I regretted it as soon as I said it but I can not afford to set the precedent that I made a misstep in the minefield that is our fraught sibling relationship. I have no choice but to double down. The only way this ends well is if you choose to let it slide and gracefully accept a subject change. I'll even let you pick. As long as its understood that me letting you pick is not an admission of wrongdoing on my part, its just me being Awesome and you're welcome.

Jason: First off, I have never let anything slide gracefully a day in my life and I'm damn sure not about to start NOW, when you were being an ASS....

Dick: Oh biiiiig surprise, little brother can talk a big talk about being the bigger man, but god forbid someone give him the opportunity to back it up.....

Jason: Not my fault if you're feeling particularly SMALL at the moment, pun absolutely intended. Since its not like you have a monopoly on those no matter HOW much you've tried to act like you do over the years....

Dick: Hey, I've never claimed to have a monopoly on puns. I just said I find it INTERESTING that you were totally cool with using the name, costume and SIGNATURE BRAND OF HUMOR I DELIBERATELY SPENT YEARS CULTIVATING AS A LITERAL SIGNATURE BRAND all while insisting that noooooo, no need to CREDIT your older brother who quite literally paved the way with all of that and gave you his express PERMISSION to adopt it all as your own, hahaha, who actually gives credit where credit's due, that would be so weird right....

Jason: Tell you what, since you're sooooo sore about not being properly credited for your work why don't you go ahead and figure out a royalty rate for all the times I used YOUR intellectual vigilante property or what the fuck ever, and I will PAY you to never bring it up again.....

Dick: I would LOVE that, actually. I think it would be a great way to acknowledge MY trailblazing hard work, but I think we both know you'd literally just make a show of stealing the money from Bruce to make some kind of statement about how beneath you all this is which KINDA DEFEATS THE POINT of acknowledging or crediting someone's work as WORTH something, so -

Their siblings, who have been standing right there the whole time, and who are all Very Tired, and literally just wanted to know if their older brothers wanted to go to Bat-Burger with them and are now regretting everything, why does this always happen and why don't any of them know better by now: Is it done? Is it over? Can you stop? Ever?

Dick and Jason, simultaneously swiveling in instant older sibling solidarity: Wow. So impatient. So entitled. So demanding. Why, in OUR day, we'd be LUCKY to be granted even ten minutes between patrol and bedtime, to scarf down an Alfred-Approved Healthy Snack, but its not enough that Bruce lets you run around Gotham stuffing your faces with fast food at any hour of the night, noooooooo, its gotta happen RIGHT NOW, like THIS INSTANT, how dare anyone make you wait five whole minutes to get whatever you want.....

Tim: I honestly can't tell if I hate it more when they're just being obnoxious at each other & we're stuck bearing witness or when they combine their powers of obnoxious and aim it at us.

Cass, gravely: There are no winners here.

Damian: And Father doesn't get why I wish I was an only child.

Duke, wistfully: I took being an only child for granted.

Stephanie, with popcorn: None of you appreciate good theater.

Bruce, from somewhere offscreen, even miles away: My parents died because of the theater, STEPHANIE.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [11]

Monologue

We fled from the Scarlet Manor,

with Subaru-kun carrying me in his arms.

I interlocked our fingers tightly,

so I definitely would not let go of his hand.

In correspondence to my actions,

Subaru-kun strongly squeezed down on my hand.

And so we aimlessly dashed forward.

To a place where we could stay somewhat hidden,

now that we had nowhere to go in this World.

ー The scene shifts to an abandoned house

Subaru: Where are we?

Yui: I didn’t think we’d stumble upon an abandoned building over here.

Subaru: We should have made it far enough. I’m putting you down.

Yui: Yeah, thanks.

*Thud*

Subaru: ...I can’t sense any Familiars around this area. Although we still can’t let our guard down.

Yui: I guess we should be fine for now? Shall we head inside and rest up? I’m worried about your injuries as well. 

Subaru: ...Might be best not to go inside.

Yui: Why not?

Subaru: We won’t be able to run if somethin’ happens, right? It’s not like we’ll stay here forever anyway.

We’re being targeted by the Scarlet and Orange houses, and obviously the Violet House as well.

We have to go somewhere a lil’ more safe than this worn-down shed...

Yui: ...

Subaru: Hah. This whole situation is a fuckin’ joke. We can’t trust anyone at this point. It doesn’t matter if they’re my brothers or not.

They’re all after me since they’ve got a personal vendetta ‘gainst me for stealin’ Eve away.

But isn’t that perfect? I guess I shouldn’t be relyin’ on anyone else’s help to protect my precious girl.

Yui: I don’t think so! It isn’t a crime to rely on others. Although it might be difficult this time around...

Subaru: ...I wonder.

Yui: ( We truly can’t trust anyone...I guess it only makes sense to feel that way after Reiji-san tricked us like that. )

What should we do about your injuries? The wounds opened up again after what happened earlier, didn’t they?

Subaru: They didn’t. Don’t worry. 

Yui: Please, Subaru-kun. Don’t act tough in front of me.

I’m afraid that you’ll crumble under the pressure of trying to burden everything by yourself, only so I wouldn’t have to worry.

Subaru: You...

Selection

→ Because I don’t see a way out of this (🖤)

Yui: Now that we’re stuck being pursued by everyone while still completely unaware as to why all of this is happening...

I’m just anxious because I don’t see a way out of this. Like how much longer do we have to live like this...?

Subaru: ...Sorry for makin’ you anxious.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant! I’m not putting the blame on you!

I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. For being this weak-spirited when I’m the one who said you should rely on me.

It just pains me to see you hurt...

→ Because I love you (♡)

Subaru: I just told you I’m fine, didn’t I? I’m a Vampire, so I can easily handle this much.

Yui: You might be okay with the whole situation but...

I love you, so I don’t want the person I like to have to suffer...

I may be powerless, but just like you vowed to protect me,

I also want to look out for you.

Subaru: Is that how you’ve been feeling?

Yui: Hey, would you perhaps be happier without me?

Subaru: Hah? Where does that suddenly come from?

Yui: I mean, even now you’re having to push yourself to run away from everyone, even though it’s my fault that you got injured in the first place.

...If I were to go back to either Carla-san or Reiji-san, and promise to help them out as Eve if they save you, thenーー

Subaru: Cut the crap!

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Who says you can decide this by yourself!? Do you think you can rescue everyone if you just put yourself second!? Aah!? 

I can’t believe you’re still keepin’ up with the whole goody-two-shoes act. Fuck that!

Yui: That wasn’t my intention...

Subaru: I’ve told you countless times, haven’t I!? Without you, I don’t even care ‘bout livin’ anymore. 

*Rustle*

Subaru: Fuck, why don’t you just get it!? I’ve long made up my resolve that I’ll spend my life with you.

Yui: ...!?

Subaru: I don’t care what happens to me. I refuse to hand you over, no matter what happens...

ー Subaru embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I don’t want to lose the girl I’m holdin’ in my arms right now...!

That’s why, ...ow.

Yui: ...Ah, your injuries...Are you alright? Don’t push yourself.

( I can tell by his expression that he’s in pain after all. He’s acting strong, but his wounds actually hurt a lot, don’t they? )

( Isn’t he just being stubborn because he doesn’t want to cause me any worries...? )

Subaru: Fuck. Why does it have to hurt this much when all I did was embrace you...

I can’t do jack-shit like this. I won’t stand a chance if I have to fight with those guys...!

Yui: ( I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. ...If only I wasn’t here... )

Subaru: What am I supposed to do!? 

*Woosh*

Subaru: ...What’s this light!? 

What happened?

???: ...

Yui: A sphere of light?

Subaru: The fuck’s this thing? Is somethin’ fucked up ‘bout to happen again...?

Socrates: My name is Socratesーー

Subaru: Uwah! It talked! Yui, stay behind me!

Socrates: What a noble man you are. You try to protect Eve despite being covered in injuries already?

It would seem that my experiment is headed in an interesting direction. I do not want to let this opportunity slip by.

Subaru: Experiment...?

Yui: What exactly do you mean? Who are you?

Socrates: It is not necessary for you to know me.  However, I suppose I can tell you that I am the one who knows the secrets behind this World.

Yui: ( He knows how this World works... )

Excuse me, how come this is happening to us!? Also, where are we!?

Socrates: This is a closed-off World, created through magic. You may think of it as a miniature garden.

And as long as you remain inside of this World, your memories should have not come back.

Subaru: As long as we remain inside, you say? So in other words...

Socrates: Yes. If you can somehow make it out, everything will be as before. The altered memories will go back to normal.

However, seeing as the two of you were able to remember regardless. 

I suppose it is possible for one’s memories to be regained through some kind of outer stimulus.

That was a blunder on my part. I shall take it into account for future experiments. 

Subaru: Future, you say...? Fuck off.

Fess up, you bastard! Since you know that much, I bet you’re the one who gathered us here, right!?

Why did you do this!?

Socrates: ...

Subaru: Che...Speak up!!

*Woosh*

Subaru: ...What...?

Yui: You can’t hit him...

Socrates: Physical attacks have no effect on me. You cannot even touch me.

If you fight, then you will have to fight against this World itself, not me.

Subaru: Haah? 

Socrates: I made this World in a way that if a certain condition is met, it is very easy to destroy it.

Yui: ( I see. So there is a way to escape! )

Could you tell us what that condition is?

Socrates: That would be to sacrifice one of the members inside this World.

Yui: Sacrifice...?

Socrates: All you need to do is choose death yourself. It does not matter how you choose to end your life.

Yui: Choose death, so you mean...?

Subaru: ...Are you bullshittin’ us!? Are you tellin’ us to die!?

Socrates: There is no need for everyone to die. It will only take one life to be sacrificed. 

As long as somebody chooses to end their life without being killed by another, the experiment will no longer be able to continue and this World will crumble.

Subaru: Still, you really think we can do that!?

Socrates: In that case, feel free to remain imprisoned in this place where time has stopped forever. 

I do not mind that either. All I care about is that I get to watch over your future actions.

ー Socrates disappears

Yui: Ah, he disappeared.

Subaru: Oi, fuck! Wait! We’re not done talkin’ yet!!

Yui: Socrates-san! Why did you come up with something so cruel!?

Like having brothers fight each other, or setting this whole thing up so somebody will have to die, why...?

( We found out how this World works, but this is just too much...! )

( I can’t believe that nobody can be saved unless one person commits suicide. )

( It might be dangerous to take the words of some sphere of light which suddenly popped up for granted. )

( But if there’s no other way, is it worth trying it out...? )

Subaru: Kuh...

Yui: ( Seems like Subaru-kun is having a hard time deciding as well. )

( Of course he is. To willingly end one’s own life...that isn’t something easily done. )

( Isn’t there some other method? A way to destroy his World and all go home together unscathed... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

[yoshikoooo]

Scaramouche and Kazuha  AS YOUR BROTHER! HC

Kill me romantically~

No, Im seriously worried about your mental health if he was your brother.

Hearing loud thuds at night and a scream of profanity is now normal to you. 'He is obviously losing on his game' . You rolled your eyes and went back to sleep.

Your brother is not much of a sweet type of brother.

Rather an egocentric one.

He obviously doesn’t like it when someone other than him gets to be presumptuous around you. Knowing Scaramouche, Once they get on his nerves, He would obviously do some tricks to lure them out and Beat the heck out of them. also, he wont forget to vent his undying anger on them. 

" You assholes! Wasting my time here! And there! If you guys had some sense and didn't pick on her then this wouldn't have happened! " 

He said furiously while kicking their stomach.

You obviously know how lunatic Your damn brother is and Knowing that, You still dare to pick fights with him. Go bad bitch, go bad bitch, Go.

On that note, You guys are seriously Fighting 24/7. There wasn't a day wherein the both of you didn't fight. He even called you ugly when you were a newborn baby. The auDaCiTy...

Mother gave up on Easing the fight. Its just not worth her time anymore. Too tired of the same bullsh*t everyday.

Once the both of you are outside, A Beautiful facade is shown. The smile you gave to each other and Giggles while talking on your way to school would make the passerbys think that the both of you were simply having some sweet sibling moments.

When IN FACT. You guys were arguing who gets to play tonights Ps4.

Curses and Inappropriate words were heard from the both of you, although none of the people passing by could hear it because it was so faint.

The fact that both of you were smiling while arguing like mad dogs is insane. I congratulate you.

"Oi, How stupid can you be? Can't you see that it's my turn on the Ps4 LATER?"

His hostile tone is something to make you furrow your eyebrows.

'This crazy small piece of sht.'

You thought as you smiled widely.

"This damn brother of mine is too old to know that It was my turn today. How pitiful it is to be old, Ah~ its okay Being forgetful, But In that age of yours, I think You should worry about your height more."

You said still on your sweet smile while your brother was about to snap, His height was something you shouldn't have mentioned perhaps..?

"Hah? Are you forgetting Your height Y/n? You're smaller than me, How could a bratty little beansprout like you have the right to judge my fucking height?"

His eyes are somewhat turning of a glare, this facade of yours is now breaking. And the walk to school is about to end as You can see the gate from afar.

"Hm? Don't mind my height, Girls are usually shorter anyway, So I clearly DONT.MIND.IT— but dear Brother~ Men have a different standard on heights, I was simply bringing it up and I didn't think it would hurt you this much, huhu~ My apologies. "

You said clearly in a sarcastic tone, Making you run your way up to the school when you noticed he stopped walking.

'Crap.. gotta run fast'

You said to yourself as you ran at full speed, Only to look back to see your dear brother running after you with a glare, Making You try to run faster.

"Hah?! Oi! You dipshit! Get back here!"

You heard him scream furiously, Making you look back and laugh awkwardly.

" haha...Brother, Who in the world is an idiot that would Stop running if you're holding a fucking knife??"

You

A Gentle guy here.

He's definitely the best brother. Literally.

Calm and Cool unlike the other one up there.

He loves to sing, Making your day always twice the better.

Not to mention, he can also play the guitar and other instruments.

Everyday is a day full of melody whenever you're with him.

He sometimes would recite poems and haiku out of nowhere, Making you stuck on it for hours till you finally get what it means.

Embracing nature is his favorite. He would often ask you if You want to come with him to visit a park nearby.

He is so elegant to the point wherein You sometimes question yourself If you are both really siblings.

His soft side is one thing, But You did once saw his bad side when a person tried to do something malicious towards you. You heard how His once soft and Calm voice somehow turned into a whisper of a grim reaper who would mercilessly take lives..

He is over protective. Periodt.

He doesn't want any bugs around you.

And Whenever you're down or in a bad mood, He would always come to you and ask in a very VERY soft tone.

"Y/n... would you Mind if you share with me of what is troubling you? Hm.. I may not be of much help, But I certainly would do my best."

A very soft smile is pasted on his face and his angelic voice is heard enough to make that anger inside you to disappear like a trace of smoke. You hesitated but gave a sigh and looked at your brother .

"You see.. there is this classmate of mine... I didn't do anything to him yet He makes fun of me out of nowhere. To the point that I'm irritated with it."

You said in a voice clearly Tired of what you were having trouble on. You felt a warm hand on your head, making you look at your brother Who obviously is concerned.

"Although, My friends did say that Maybe he just liked me and was simply seeking for attention. Which I don't clearly believed cause who would do that?"

You rolled your eyes and sigh once again. You noticed how The concerned look your brother had disappeared in an instant.

"Y/n, do you find him Troublesome?"

He simply asked as he smiled like usual.

"Of course, I do! I find Him annoying too! How he would play with my hair and touch my stuff! Ugh~ Just even remembering him makes my blood boil!"

You vented out while your brother giggled.

"My, my, Don't be like that, There is no reason for someone like him to stay on your mind y/n. People always do unnecessary things to get something they surely won't have, And I do too feel that It is wrong of him to touch your belongings, but Being grumpy won't do you any good so Its better to forget about him, So.. Why don't you eat some ice cream on the fridge, Its your favorite flavor after all. Let us ease your anger, shall we?"

Your brother kazuha Said as he patted your head softly making you nod in excitement.

"really?? If that is the case Then I'll be going first.... -ah! I forgot to tell you this.. "

You stopped and looked at your brother who looked at you confused.

" thank you for listening to me. "

You said as you head out of the room leaving kazuha alone. He smiled widely agreeing that his sister is the cutest and kindest in the world.

After a while ,The bright smile faded and a dark demeanor filled him.

"Yes....Its better to forget about him y/n... "

He smiled widely as if Trains of wonderful ideas are coming straight to his head.

Days had passed since you told your brother about that guy and you clearly noticed how different it is after you told your brother about it. Days are now back to being peaceful. You even wondered if Your brother is secretly a saint.

...

'hmm...? That guy is not showing up to bully me today either, or Do I even see him around the campus... '

You sigh in relief. As you thought that The guy finally gave up on you when in fact it's not.

[kandyrezi]

Say, how would Ivlin, Rieta, and f!Kcalb react to realizing that their darling was checking out their ass when they bent down to pick something up?

(a/n: there's not enough love for okegom girls, so i'm always up to the task to rectify that. <3 i changed the prompt just a tad. warning for suggestive themes, but not much else.)

⌜ivlin.⌟

ivlin is no stranger to being ogled at. she doesn't much like being looked in such lewd manner by just anyone, but she will gladly indulge her darling if she knows she's already 'distracting' them enough.

during one of such instances, when she's leaning over the desk and pointing out things to you on a map she has laid out in front of you, but you're too focused on the v-shaped neckline of her military dress, exposing some of her cleavage. all her words just go into one ear and out of the other.

except for one sentence.

"did you hear what i just said?"

suffice to say, no.

her gaze is quite intense. "and why is that?"

she doesn't need to ask, because she's already well-aware. ivlin just wants to make you squirm, as she revels in the bit of control she has over you.

and so, when she notices you gawking, she'll start giving you more for show later on; making sure you feel her chest pressed against your back when she wraps her arms around you to hug you from behind, or wearing short skin-tight skirts, with similar low-cut tops - just to punish you later on in her chambers for looking at her inappropriately when you were supposed to be working.

⌜rieta.⌟

you were doing some rearrangements in the library located in the flame devil's mansion. you were a bit of a klutz, honestly, no wonder the books and manuscripts kept falling out of your hands.

rieta even scolded you, "you should be more careful with these. lady ivlin would be displeased at your careless handling of them."

"i know, i know, i'm just in a rush to get this job over and done with..." you sighed.

"be more slow and meticulous with them then. i'll help you out if you want me to."

smiling in gratitude, you went to pick up some of the books that had fallen down. you noticed rieta had as well. her back was turned towards you, as she looked through your stacked paperbacks and bent to pick them up. her maroon pants and a long skirt over them didn't hinder you from looking at her ass.

you kept working and continuing on where you left off, stacking everything in alphabetical order - when rieta was facing away from you, you took the chances to glance at her.

"i know you keep staring at me." she said, snapping you out of your trance, and looking at you with a certain 'knowing' gaze.

"hah, yeah... i just can't help it." you replied, no use in denying it when she caught on to you being unsubtle. she raised an eyebrow at you.

"yes, and particularly at my… rear end."

you smiled. "it is a very nice rear."

"you really are shameless." rieta said teasingly. you guess being a klutz had some mild advantages, at least.

⌜fem!kcalb.⌟

kcalb noticed her sister had unknowingly dropped her writing quill when transferring her paperwork. it'd be polite of her to take it and bring it back to her, and she carefully bent down to the floor to pick it up - unfortunately, her skirt had gotten stuck on the edge of the doorframe, and of course, you were walking behind her... and did you ever gain an eyeful of her lacy, black underwear clinging to her skin.

where she lacked in the chest department made up for her nice rear end. when you realized how intently you were staring, you looked away, blushing and beyond mortified at how disrespectful you were being. unlike someone like grora, you had some decency around here—

"...where were you staring at just now?"

you quaked. "n... nowhere, h-honestly, miss kcalb...!"

"really?"

"i, um..."

it was silent, being completely unable to come up with something coherent without being a liar.

she glared at you.

"...idiot. don't let me catch you doing it again."

she turned around and sauntered away from you without another word. your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were still tinted red.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt episode 15

“Last time, on Total Takes, World Tour: our remaining competitors had a sweet Swedish time in lovely Scandinavia! Hearts were broken, spirits were crushed, and shrines dedicated to tumultuous relationships were built! Team Friendship got a little ahead of themselves, heh- and Team Mojo swept in to steal first class. Luckily, this was a non-elimination round, meaning that every loser got to stay. Who will be immortalized in plywood today? And who will finally take the drop of shame? Find out now, on Total Takes: World Tour!”

The entirety of economy class feels as if it’s stuck in a time loop. 

Max sulks. Kelly shifts uncomfortably and stares out the window. Phillip hums and sharpens a rock into a spearhead. Julia glares. Courtney sighs. And Mal is nowhere to be found. 

Complete stillness, as if everyone had transformed into a painting. For hours, nothing changes. 

In the early hours of the morning, the distant sound of door creaking accentuates the sighs and groans of the hull. Mal walks in, yawning, her soft footsteps are the loudest noise anyone’s heard in hours. 

“Morning!” she says cheerily, breezing past the toxic energy of the room. She takes a curt seat between Julia and Courtney, humming merrily as she taps on her phone. 

Julia’s eyes narrow. “And where have you been?”

“Uh, duh, I told you. My fave VTuber was streaming for their 100k sub special, and I needed to get to the cockpit for a better connection,” she rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t get it.”

The blonde’s tone sharpens and she glares back. “No. I don’t think I do,”

Mal shrugs and pops in her earbuds, humming along to a KPop song merrily and pacing around the room. Julia leans over to Courtney, lowering her voice to a dull hiss. 

“She’s conning us. Somehow, she’s conning us,”

Courtney taps their chin, thinking. “Well… in the second season of Total Drama, DJ was getting secret help from Chef. This could be a similar situation. Maybe she has an alliance with Albert or Michela, and she was talking to either one of them. Or she could be using her phone to hack into the Total Takes mainframe to see what our next challenges are going to be, and have access to all the cameras and footage, so on and so forth,”

Julia snorts. “Please. As if she’s smart enough to pull that off,”

“You’d be surprised. She got into my computer webcam once and livestreamed me sleeping when I told her to stop sending me thirst traps of her favorite anime boy,”

Julia blinks, and then shakes her head. “Okay, whatever. But I highly doubt it anyway. The Total Takes firewall has to be pretty impenetrable, or someone would have tried it before. It’s more likely that she’s meeting with someone behind our backs,”

“Like an alliance?”

“No, like…” Julia sighs. “She’s got someone on the inside. She’s a plant.”

“A plant? Hah. Mal is a lot of things, but her crazy is genuine,” Courtney crosses their arms. “She does all that for free.”

The blonde leans back, gazing out the window. “We’ll see. We’ll see…”

---

JULIA: “Back to my good old scheming self. It feels nice, you know- back in my element! Who cares about being a good leader when I can slink back into the shadows where I work my magic,” her eye twitches. 

---

Michela refuses another smoothie from a well-dressed flight attendant. 

“Again, not hungry. Thanks,”

The attendant walks over to Albert, who accepts the drink. He stirs the straw around it for a few moments before taking a long sip. “Still upset?”

Michela sighs, putting her chin in her palm and slouching forward. “Yeah. But now I feel crappy about ignoring Max, too. I know he feels bad. Maybe I should just-”

She attempts to stand, to which Albert grabs her wrist and pulls her back to her seat. 

“Why should you? He betrayed your trust. You deserve the time to heal, Michela,”

She sighs and resigns to her seat, slouching again. “Yeah. You’re right. I deal with it later,”

“There you go,” Albert smiles contentedly, kicking up his feet as another attendant delivers a plate of breakfast sausages. He skewers one with a fork and takes a bite. 

Michela lowers her eyes at him. 

---

ALBERT: “It’s all going according to plan. I have Michela wrapped around my finger, Team Friendship is falling apart, and Team Yaoi is on the brink. Chaos unfolds so nicely, doesn’t it?”

---

MICHELA: “He was eating meat. He was eating meat,”

---

“Welcome one, welcome all, to fabulous Las Vegas, USA!” Chris’ ever-annoying voice trills over the intercom. “We’ll be landing shortly, so buckle up and enjoy those desert views!”

Kelly turns and leans to stare out the window, eyes widening. “Ooh… pretty!”

“If you like the desolate, barren soul of late-stage capitalism,” Max mutters, head in his hands. 

Phillip pops up to stare out the window with Kelly. “Ooh… desolate!”

The plane begins its descent as Max groans. 

---

PHILLIP: “I can feel my power… increasing… it runs through my veins… with each poem I write, I grow closer to my destiny…”

---

The plane lurches and Phillip goes flying, the pages of his notebook scattering around the cabin. Julia picks one up and raises an eyebrow. 

“Don’t. It’s his original poetry,” Max warns. 

She drops the paper. 

The plane lands amongst one of Las Vegas’ many massive 4-lane roads, coming to a stark stop right in front of the Luxor Pyramid. 

The plane door opens with a hiss and the teens stumble out, falling onto the hot asphalt. Courtney rises first, and then helps Michela to her feet. Julia pops up next. 

“What’s this weird feeling? Like I’m being strangled by the air?” she asks, looking around. 

“That would be the aridity, and the 110 Fahrenheit weather!” Chris says, stepping out in front of the group with a sunhat and a handheld fan. “Welcome to the desert- with a low 10% humidity level in the summer, this is one of the most torturous paradises on earth.”

“110 degrees? 44 celsius? This can’t be humane,” Max says, fanning his face. 

Chris chuckles. “Well, you better get used to it. Don’t worry, though- the casinos are air-conditioned,”

The teens stop their whining to ooh and ah. Mal jumps up, squeaking. “OMG, I am like, SO lucky when it comes to gambling! It only takes four or five microtransactions for me to pull my faves in gacha games!”

Chris rolls his eyes. A large, sleek black limousine pulls up behind them and the doors pop open. The teens eye it nervously. 

“Yeah, we’ll talk about that when we get there. This limo will be driving you right to one of Vegas’ main attractions- the Stratosphere! Your next instructions will be awaiting you there,”

The group mumbles to themselves and file into the limo, squishing between each other awkwardly as it sets off. There are only so many seats, so only about three lucky people- Julia, Albert, and Kelly- manage to secure themselves a spot on the plush bench. Everyone else sits on the floor, feeling every bump in the road. 

Max pulls his knees to his chest and makes momentary eye contact with Michela. She offers a small smile and waves. Albert glares. 

“If anyone would like my seat, I’m more than willing to give it up,” Kelly says. “Or someone could sit on my lap! The more the merrier, after all.”

“You don’t have to do that, Kelly, but that’s really sweet,” Courtney smiles. 

“You really don’t have to,” Albert murmurs. 

The limo speeds up. 

---

“Since the gambling age in the United States prevents minors from being on the casino floor, I welcome you all to the main attraction: the lounge! These 360 windows give you the most beautiful views of the city, and there’s a lovely-”

“Just get on with it!” Julia and Max snap in unison. 

Chris grins. “Fair enough. But before we get to the challenge, we have a special surprise for you all,”

The teens groan in unison. 

Michela sighs. “Let me guess: a bear? Spike traps? Poison darts?”

“All lovely and creative ideas, Michael, but no,” the host beams. “On the last episode of the Aftermath show, your former castmate Caesar held a second-chance challenge. One loser will be rejoining you on your world trek today!”

Everyone gasps- though some are far more delighted than others. Mal squeals “This is gonna do NUMBERS on my blog!” and begins typing away- Julia rolls her eyes, but can’t seem to contain her own excitement as she smiles. 

---

JULIA: “Having Scruffy back would be a huge advantage for me- I mean, for the game. Not like, having a friend around will improve my performance,”

---

“See? Not all of my surprises are bad!” Chris chuckles. “Or are they..? Nonetheless, our winner has asked to perform a little opening musical number for you.”

“I hope it’s Staci! I’ve missed our bestie talks,” Kelly says, clapping their hands together. Albert rolls his eyes. 

---

ALBERT: “Another cruel twist of fate. I should’ve seen this coming,”

---

“He’s a lean, mean drama machine in too many layers, and he’s banned from 16 convention centers across North America: it’ssssss NOCO!”

The teens pause, their excitement falling flat. Julia crosses her arms, another sharp expression on her face. “Who?”

The elevator dings and opens as a jazzy tune starts up. The doors slide apart to reveal a tall boy in too many layers, holding in a microphone. 

“No-no-no-no-Nocorific is my name, dishing dirt is my game, invading your TV with my Nocolicious frame!”

Julia’s jaw drops. 

Mal nods along to the beat, typing excitedly on her phone. “No-Nocorific, S-s-so terrific!”

“I’m a j-j-journalist. Journalist!” Noco goes on, pacing the room. 

Max crosses his arms. “This is so against the rules, does Chris think we’re a bunch of fools?”

“Rules? This ain’t no Sunday School! Mr. Thang up there’s a rating tool!”

“No-Nocorific!”

Julia hisses. “M-M-Make me si-ick!”

“I’m a j-j-journalist. Journalist! Get me a full-blown, proof-read and edited paragraph on why I should care about you! I’m quite specific,” Noco says, crossing his arms. 

Kelly claps and squeals. “He’s Nocorific!”

“I’m a j-j-journalist-”

Michela blinks, leaning over to Albert. “Who’s that guy?”

“Excuse me?” Noco snaps, whirling around. “Who am I? Who am I?! Who are you? I’m the host of the Total Takes Aftermath! My writing was featured in Reality! I stalked your lame fellow actors for Celebrity Manhunt! It’s a fact and scientific, I’m still Nocorific!” 

Albert and Julia snicker. “He’s not a journalist, turns out he’s not a journalist!” 

Noco scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Whatever,” 

Chris surveys the scene with sharp eyes, grinning as the original cast scans him over with some vague sense of unease. 

---

JULIA: “There’s something very… off about him,”

---

ALBERT: “Ah, yes. The little twerp from Celebrity Manhunt. Prattled on about “maxulia” for thirty minutes before I went on air. He was… oddly obsessed with proving himself. Definitely a vulnerable pattern to exploit. But the others don’t need to know that,”

---

“That guy gives me the creeps,” Michela murmurs, watching him walk past the main group and take a seat on one of the plush seats in the room. 

Albert shrugs, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I think your issues with Max might be clouding your vision. He’s just another contestant,”

She sighs, her eyes drifting over to the aforementioned boyfriend as he sulks in the corner. Noco pulls out a phone and begins taking pictures of the scenery. 

He drifts over to Julia, snapping a pic with the flash on. She hisses. “What’s your deal?”

“Collecting evidence,” he finally slips the phone back in his pocket. “So which of these lame teams am I on?”

Chris beams. “As of now? None! Because there are no more teams! Welcome to the merge, dudes!”

“YES!” Courtney, Julia, and Mal chirp in unison. 

Kelly turns to the rest of the now-annulled Team Friendship with a bright- somewhat strained- smile. “Well… I’m proud to have-”

“Outta my way,” Max hisses, shoving past them to sit alone in the corner. 

Phillip scurries off to hide under one of the couches and Kelly frowns. 

---

KELLY: “You’d think, with all my efforts, that we’d be a little closer by now. But I guess… I just didn’t try hard enough. They were eager to leave, just like everyone else,”

---

The merge hit at a very inconvenient time- that’s what Albert thinks, anyway, and his discontent is written all over his face. He turns to Michela. “So… this is the end,”

She had been staring at Max across the room when he spoke, and hummed a little note of confusion when she looked back. “What? Oh… yes. Well, you’ve been a great teammate,”

“Yes, it’s just…” He sighs. “I’m worried about you, you know? What if Max tries to get you voted off next? His connections outnumber your own.”

Michela raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think he would-”

“You haven’t spoken to him in days, remember? What kind of misery-induced rage is bubbling just beneath the surface?”

As Chris paces the lounge, explaining the rules of the merger to all those inclined, Michela’s eyes drift to stare out of the glass walls and down at the sunset falling over the desert city. It definitely felt isolated. 

“I simply wouldn’t feel right leaving you on your own. You have my vote,” he says, quite proudly, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m only looking out for you, you know. My ex turned on me out of nowhere, too.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Your…”

“Long story,”

---

ALBERT: “I haven’t had good experiences with relationships, to put it lightly. Turns out that even things you think are set in stone are just as random and chaotic as the rest,”

---

Chef, clothed in a fancy, sparkly show dress, walks out from around the corner pushing a massive slot machine, a male contestant’s face decorating each reel. Chris chuckles. “Just on time. While you dudes can’t really gamble, most of you are above the age of eighteen, which means you can get hitched!”

“This country is so backwards,” Julia snaps, crossing her arms. “What’s with the slot machine?”

“Since we are in fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada- the land of bad decisions and Elvis-officiated eloping, our theme today isn’t about gambling money- it’s about fortune. Each girl or girl-adjacent will try their luck at pulling a husband from the machine. Your chosen beau will be your teammate for the rest of the day,”

Almost everyone snaps what? At once. Chef begins hauling over the male contestants, throwing them into a compartment at the top of the massive machine. Noco scoffs. 

“Hah, very funny. “Luck.” Haha,” 

Chris raises an amused eyebrow. “What? Not a fan of playing Lady Fortune?”

“This is all staged. I know this is rigged so the most popular pairings will be spit out, the truth concealed again. I’ll probably end up with one of these poor single things, like Kelly,”

Kelly sulks. Albert watches from nearby, his usual demeanor of calmness dropping. He looks to Noco. “You really think this is planned? How stupid would- I mean, why?”

Noco crosses his arms with a scoff. “I’m a journalist, remember? I know everything about this show. I’ve read the illegitimate scripts online, I’ve collected testimonies from former interns’ grieving families, I’ve perused the forums- I’m basically a college graduate in all things Chris McLean doesn’t want general audiences to know,”

This seems to only amuse the host, and he grins. Albert’s expression grows more and more sour by the minute. 

---

ALBERT: “If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s people who believe in fate. There’s no way that this show- even if it was scripted- would be 100% acting. There’s some things you… you just can’t fake!”

---

“Well, well. Since you’re such a seeker of the truth, I’m sure you can guess what we’ll be using to even out our currently uneven player-to-player ratio!” Chris chirps, a smug grin on his face. 

Noco rolls his eyes. “Duh. You’re going to have some surprise reveal that Frollo was on the plane all along, and then act like you didn’t know,”

The host stops. Chef raises an eyebrow. Mal shifts uncomfortably, and then chuckles: “But that’s just a guess, right? Heh,”

“Oh, no, I’m serious. He’s probably still waiting in the plane now,”

Chris’ eyebrows knit and he waves away a few interns pushing a caged bear into the lounge. He puts on a chipper smile. “...Of course! I knew that! Chef, could you-”

“On it,” the aforementioned says plainly, collecting a rope and empty sack and walking off. 

“Hah… haha, well, while Chef is collecting our surprise contestant, let’s get this started, shall we?” he says. “Noco, if you would…?”

“Way ahead of you,” the boy sighs, climbing into the slot machine of his own free will. 

The host beams. “Let’s see, let’s see… Courtney! Care to take a gamble?”

Courtney sighs and stands from where they’d been sitting on the grimy lounge carpet. They trudge over to the machine and pull on the lever, igniting a shower of colorful lights and chimes. “This is kind of heteronormative of you, by the way,”

“Hey, if it floats your boat, you can wear the suit,” Chris chuckles. Courtney rolls their eyes. 

The rolls stop on the ever-pouty face of a certain poet, and Phillip comes tumbling out. “YEOWCH!” he hisses, rising to his feet to dust off his pants. 

Courtney sighs a breath of relief. “Phillip. You’re… normal, right?”

“Why? Did someone say something about me? Who was it?”

They shake their head and drag him away. As they do, the elevator dings and the doors part to reveal Chef, walking in with a full bag. He dumps it in the top of the slot machine and backs off, shaking his head and murmuring about rats in the cargo hold. 

“Michela!”

The pink-haired girl approaches the machine cautiously, crossing her fingers. “Please don’t be Max… please don’t be Max…”

Albert whispers a similar prayer from within the machine. 

She pulls the lever and a familiar face comes tumbling out. Albert hisses under his breath and Michela holds hers. Max rises to his feet without her help and the two step back awkwardly, neither uttering a word.

“Julia?” 

“For the record, I think this is really stupid,” she says, approaching the hulking, brightly-colored metal beast. “And I would’ve killed in a gambling challenge. I do numbers in online poker.”

She violently pulls down the lever and all three rolls land on the face of a bear- but, of course, no bear comes. Julia cringes in disgust. “NO! No way, I am not marrying that FREAK! Anyone but him!”

Frollo rolls his eyes. 

“I demand a re-roll! NOW!”

Mal winces and hurries over, helping Frollo off the floor before Julia’s fit can get any worse. “I’ll take him. She won’t stop without a fight,”

Chris shrugs as the two walk off. Julia’s eyes narrow at the two, but she doesn’t utter a word of complaint as she rolls again. This time, a shadow of gloom slides out. 

The host turns to Julia. “Is this one acceptable, your majesty?”

“Whatever,” she sighs, dragging Noco to his feet. He grimaces in turn. 

“This isn’t ideal for me either, you know. I know good and well that you’d rather be with your real lover,”

Julia pauses and turns to him, her gaze turning sharp. “You don’t know anything. Shut your trap,”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he chuckles, patting her head. “I would never want to get in the way of your miserable relationship.”

“First of all, we’re not miserable. Second of all, we’re not in a relationship. We’re just… friends,”

Noco shrugs. “Oh, you don’t have to hide around me. I’m sure the producers will cut this out in the final draft, anyway,”

---

JULIA: “Could… Noco really know about Scruffy?”

---

NOCO: “I'm onto you, Maxulia,”

---

Kelly grimaces as they approach the machine. They don't need to pull the lever, after all- there’s only one unclaimed man. 

Still, for formality's sake, they do so anyway. The familiar flashing lights and cheery music play, and Albert comes tumbling out. 

“That settles that. Onto the next part of the challenge!” Chris grins. 

---

“In our sister episode, Niagara Brawls, our leading ladies were led through a blindfolded field of obstacles by their one true loves,” the host pauses to chuckle. “As an audience-favorite challenge, you’ll be recreating that right here, right now!”

The contestants gaze across the floor of the hotel, where an expansive field of obstacles, including, but not limited to tubs of mud, giant cakes, and sand pits. 

“Each lucky groom will be using a megaphone to guide their blindfolded spouses through this tumultuous maze of humiliation!”

Julia grumbles, deeply unhappy as an intern fastens a blindfold around her eyes. Courtney is taking some deep breaths beside her, trying to remember the original layout from their “sister episode”. Mal is humming. Both Michela and Kelly seem tense. 

The men themselves are seated upon five large columns, holding one red megaphone each. None look particularly enthused at all. 

“At the end of the maze, you’ll find a wedding dress- or suit- for your spouses. Any couple without formal attire byt the end of this is out. GO!”

Michela swallows a lump in her throat. “Max, we’re in this together, okay? Just treat me like you would any other player!”

“I was… planning on it,” he raises an eyebrow. “Four short steps- or two long steps- forward!”

Julia listens to their scuffle and sighs, silently waiting for Noco’s command. Nothing follows. The groom himself is sitting on his elevated platform, swinging his legs back and forth while taking notes. 

---

NOCO: “What? As if she’d really get hurt on a staged show,”

---

“Noco! I’m waiting!”

Still, nothing. Julia grumbles and takes a cautious step forward. 

“Kelly, you’re going to want to go about four paces forward, then turn left,” Albert shouts into his megaphone, sounding rather annoyed as he watches Max and Michela. When he looks back, Kelly hasn’t moved. “Kelly?”

Their knees are shaking. “I- I can’t see,”

“Uh, yeah. That’s the point of the challenge,”

“B-but I- I don’t know where I’m going!” they tremble. “I can’t do this on my own!”

“We’re supposed to work as a team,”

“How do I know you won’t leave me?” 

Albert grumbles under his breath. “I could ask the same thing,”

“Six forward, then turn right, then straight again,” Frollo says dully, waving around the megaphone like a toy. “Then you’re going to want to-”

“Don’t worry about it! I got this!” Mal shouts back, grinning wildly. 

She squeals with excitement and bounds through the maze, shoving Julia into a mud pit in the process. The blonde coughs out a mouthful of dirt and growls. “NOCO!”

Noco rolls his eyes. Mal reaches the end of the obstacle course without a scratch, crashing into and toppling over the mannequin with her dress in the process. Her blindfold goes flying off and she claps her hands. 

The other grooms turn to Frollo. He shrugs. “She’s good,”

---

MAL: “Please- I’ve seen the Niagara Brawls episode like, six hundred and forty-four times. I could walk this obstacle course in my sleep,”

---

Julia inches along the course, feeling out for the edges of tubs and sand pits. She loses her footing and stumbles forward, crashing into a large cake. 

“UGH! You know, when you said you’d butt out of my love life, I was still expecting you to HELP!” she shouts at Noco. He does nothing. 

Max squints, trying to plan the path ahead from where he was sitting. “Okay, just- just keep going forward. No- watch out for that bell!”

A loud ringing sounds and he winces. Michela falls flat on her butt, massaging her temples. “I’m- I’m sorry! I’m a little scatterbrained today!”

She groans, and stands uneasily. “Can I trust you or not?” she shouts back to him. 

His heart stops for a moment. “What?”

“Can I trust you or not? Cause if we don’t have any faith in each other, I can just keep going on my own!”

“But- but then you’d be blind!” he shouts. “You’d be blind and alone!”

---

MAX: “I know, logically, that she was only referring to the challenge. But… on a deeper level, maybe her words held some symbolic value for me, too,”

---

“It’s better than being blind and misguided!”

Max takes a deep breath, looking from side to side for a moment before standing. “You can trust me. And I trust you. I won’t let you go on blind. Three steps forward, one to the right!”

Albert watches the display from his own column, grimacing. 

---

ALBERT: “Great. They’re making up. Ew,”

---

“Kelly! Are you still with me?”

The blond forces a grin, giving a shaky thumbs up as their legs tremble. They’re still at the beginning of the course, not having moved an inch. 

Albert takes a deep breath. “I know it’s scary, I know it’s unpredictable- but I’ve got you. I need you to understand- I won’t leave you!”

Kelly wrings their hands for a moment, their smile dropping. But then, they take a deep breath, and move forward slightly. 

“That’s it! Another step forward- one at a time, Kelly!”

They inch their platforms along the course, narrowly avoiding the wooden brims of the sand pits and the plastic tubs of mud. They keep going, one tiny shuffle at a time, one foot in front of the other, until they’ve passed Julia (who’s currently embedded in a thick pool of mud). 

They pass Courtney, who’s still cautiously taking steps out of memory, and Michela, who’s crawling along at Max’s behest. 

“And our second winner- Kelly!” Chris says. Albert breathes a deep sigh of relief as they pull off their blindfold, squealing at the gorgeous sequin-embroidered dress in front of them. 

Michela and Courtney arrive shortly after, wheezing. Finally- eventually- Julia manages to drag her cake, mud, and sand-covered self across the finish line, collapsing into the suit she was given. 

“And that makes five,” the host chuckles. “Onto our final act!”

---

“Welcome one, welcome all, to the edge of the world!”

The sky- now completely darkened- is the only thing surrounding the players as the wind whips around them. They’re at the very top of the building, hundreds of feet in the air. A few shiver as the cold desert air breezes past them. 

“Not only is the Stratosphere known for its casinos and world-class views, it’s also known for its thrill-seeking rides! Where you’re standing is the SkyJump- the highest decelerator, ever! It’s a sharp 253 meter drop to the ground, folks- and you’ll be climbing it!”

“Excuse me? Climbing?” Noco chuckles. “Isn’t this the part where we go back to our trailers and someone does some special effects.”

Chris stares. Noco raises an eyebrow. 

“Stunt doubles?”

Chris stares. A small nervous look begins to creep up Noco's face. 

“Green screen?”

He is promptly ignored. “Grooms will be carrying their spouses over their shoulders as they descend the side of the building on two measly ropes. But don’t worry- Chef installed a net to catch strays,”

The teens peer over the edge of the building to a measly, thin tightrope net at the bottom. They grimace. 

Noco chuckles nervously. “This is- when are we cutting the cameras, guys?”

“I’d suggest you get moving,” Chris says. The cheer in his tone is almost infectious. “First ones to the bottom win immunity.”

The players grumble amongst themselves and start gearing up as Noco looks between them anxiously. “Guys? Guys?”

Phillip puffs out his chest, putting his hands on his hips with some semblance of masculine pride. “Don’t worry, fair lady. I won’t drop you!”

Courtney rolls their eyes and picks him up, slinging him over their shoulder and beginning their descent as he whines and protests. Albert and Kelly follow, and then Frollo and Mal. 

Michela and Max stare between each other. The former speaks first. “Are you sure you-”

“It’s fine,” he responds, holding out his arms. Michela awkwardly piggybacks him and he begins climbing, only shaking a little. 

The silence is heavy. 

A loud gust of wind whistles past them, and Max white-knuckles the ropes. She grimaces. And then she attempts to small-talk. “It’s really windy,”

No response comes out of him for a long time. The wind picks back up and he clutches the ropes again. 

“If we die here,” he finally says. “I want you to know that I really am sorry. I should have trusted you.”

“I should’ve given you better reason to trust me,” she sighs. “This whole thing has been really messing with my head.”

Max shrugs. “This show is evil. But, no, if anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I was just so worried that I ended up sabotaging myself. You didn’t deserve that,”

“I don’t care. Really, I don’t. And I’ve been meaning to talk to you so we could get over this, but…”

“Albert,” he grits his teeth. “Don’t even mention it. I don’t hold anything against you- I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was for like, a second! But I’ve been more lonely than anything lately, and…” Michela pauses, looking off at the sparkling lights of the city. “I love you. I don’t even want to do this stupid show anymore.”

Max’s painfully tight grip on the ropes loosens for a moment, and then he sighs a breath of pure relief. “I don’t either. I love you, too. Let’s get out of here,”

“Yeah, no kidding. 800 feet in the air isn’t an ideal date spot,” She snorts. 

He looks back at her. “I didn’t mean the challenge,”

---

Courtney hisses as Phillip sinks his nails into their shoulder, screaming in pure fear as he scrambles to hold on. “Would you calm down?” they plead for the millionth time. 

“I’m going to die here, and I haven’t even fulfilled my prophecy!”

“Shut up! You’re fine, we’re barely ten feet off the ground,” 

He cowers like a puppy who’s tail had been stepped on. “I just can’t do anything right… I can’t even kill a person… I’m a failure…”

Courtney raises an eyebrow. “What-?”

Phillip suddenly lets go, spreading his arms out wide and falling backwards into the confines of the net. Courtney gasps as he throws himself. 

“Move it or lose it, economy class!” Mal shouts as she and Frollo whiz down the rope, sliding right past Courtney. Their feet touch the soft asphalt first, and Mal gives a little bow. 

“Mal and Frollo have won immunity!” Chris shouts into his megaphone. The other pairs groan. 

At the very top of the building, not even touching the ropes, Noco stares down in fear. Julia whacks him upside the head and he stumbles forward, falling off the side of the building with a long shriek. She grins. 

---

JULIA: “Well, it’s like they say- til death do us part,”

---

Phillip’s eyes widen and he manages to scramble out of the way seconds before Noco falls into the net. Chris beams. 

“Did… did I win?” Noco asks weakly. 

“Not even close,” The host chuckles, unable to keep the sadistic enthusiasm out of his voice. “How’s that staging for ‘ya?”

Julia steps out of the building, brushing off her shirt with a deeply unamused expression. Courtney raises an eyebrow. “Where’d you come from?”

“The elevator,” she rolls her eyes. “Thanks to Captain Conspiracy over here, I didn’t even touch that rope.”

“You’re not missing out on anything,” Kelly mumbles, looking dazed as they hold their head. 

Albert offers a small pat to their shoulder. “You did surprisingly well for someone of your… disposition. Are you alright?”

They wave him off. “I’ll be fine… I just need a little… TLC, that’s all…” and with that, they pass out on the ground. 

Mal and Frollo both grin at the display. Julia narrows her eyes at them. 

Courtney clears their throat. “Hey… where are Max and Michela?” 

That pulls everyone’s attention away from glaring at each other, and they turn from side to side. 

---

“No sign of ‘em,” Chef walks back around the corner with an empty shovel in hand. 

Chris rubs his chin. “So they didn’t go splat… what could’ve…” he sighs. “Fine. Due to… unexpected circumstances, it looks like we won’t be needing an elimination ceremony tonight. Everyone who hasn’t gone missing gets to stay another day.”

The teens cheer. 

---

Julia takes a curt seat in economy class, glaring daggers in Noco’s direction as he tries to cozy up on the bench to no avail. He squirms around for some time before finally sighing, slumping on the wooden surface. 

“Do you people really sleep on these things?”

Phillip stares. “Have you never seen Total Takes?”

“Don’t entertain him. He’s a lunatic,” Julia murmurs. Noco doesn’t respond this time.

Albert has been sulking in the corner of the room for some time, gazing between the floor and the single window in the cabin as if waiting for something. A familiar presence- now holding an ice pack to their forehead- takes a seat next to him. 

Kelly offers him a reassuring smile. “Worried about Michela?”

“Yeah… um, worried,” he mutters. His gaze sharpens and he curses at himself. “It just feels like no matter how I prepare for the unexpected, it always catches me off-guard.”

“Well…” they think aloud. “Maybe that’s because you only expect the worst-case scenario. You don’t see the bright side of things. If I had to guess…”

They pause to stare out the window, their expression shifting to one of both happiness and faint longing. “They probably ran off together, and they’re living their own happily ever after.”

---

A bus stops somewhere in the southwest, amongst a landscape of red and orange, kicking up a cloud of sand as it comes to a screeching halt. The early light of morning has just settled in, the sun rising off in the distance, shrouding everything in a haze of soft golds and periwinkle blues. 

The door hisses open and a crowd of tourists shuffle out, going in all manners of directions. Two figures, holding hands, step out last. 

They stand on the precipice of a cliff, staring over the landscape sprawled out in front of them for miles in every direction. 

“You know… I’ve always thought tourist attractions were overhyped,” Max says. “But this was worth it.”

Michela squeezes his hand as they stare out over the vast, ancient canyon. “It was all worth it,”

[aisuigetsu]

a lil photo summary of my year (2023)

started my year at Harrah's Atlantic City. this was the second year i went to AC for my birthday! won some and lost some and won some back, net gain $300 ish? since i always go during new year's nothing's ever open... not a ton of food options and no strip clubs :(

in feb i went to seattle for the 4th time LMAO. this was the first time i flew since covid. it was raining every day but the clam chowder slapped

march i watched The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart at the McKittrick Hotel. during the last song everyone was having a great time and i was TEARING UP lol it was so beautiful.

went home and immediately wrote a letter to alan brown to watch it (since it was only showing for 8 weeks), not sure if he went tho

april went hiking at Catskill Giant Ledge. there were very few signs so we ended up walking at least 3 miles extra. it was so snowy and icy and i did not have hiking boots. not too bad going up but basically came down the whole way by sliding slowly on my butt

may i went to an airbnb in Long Island that i really liked. this time we got to go boating.

last time i went was when the pandemic first started calming down, and i felt a sudden urge to escape the city. i booked the train ticket and airbnb and left after work that night. after staying there for a day and a half, a group of girls also came to the house (owner rented out multiple homes) and i heard one of them talk abt my restaurant.... needless to say i bolted out of there even tho my stay wasn't finished

funny detail from this trip was i mentioned the sunrise is really beautiful here and we must see it. however for days in a row neither of us could get up, and finally on the last day i was like "i have to wake up" and i did at like 5:30. but i was soooooo tired so i took a picture of the sunrise and went back to sleep. we both woke up around noon and i was like "hah i knew you wouldn't be able to wake up so i took this picture for you" and HE HAD DONE EXACTLY THE SAME THING LMAOOO

june working through the air pollution woohoo

parents took me to Seven Lake Drive, it was really pretty and full of mosquitos

one day in july i randomly wanted to walk to brooklyn bridge from my apt in queens. when i have nothing to do i just wanna walk for really long distances

got covid for the first time and during my sick day i saw this girl on the rooftop of the building across. lowkey kinda worried abt her so i kept watching her and then she took a selfie LOL. stopped watching after that

august went to Mt. Taurus to watch the Perseid Meteor Shower. it was really clear during the day and started pouring as soon as it turned dark.

at like 2am me and my bf were just in the middle of nowhere (to avoid light pollution) in the car frantically searching up the satellite map to see when the clouds would pass and also the weather forecast for any rural areas within 100 miles. unfortunately it was raining EVERYWHERE for multiple days. better luck in 2024

then we went peach picking in NJ, not a ton of hard peaches left by this time

october we went to vermont for anniversary trip and he picked an "easy hike" to "see the foliage"

mountaintop view was like:

it was steep and cold and started raining on the way down. by the time we got back to the parking lot it was completely fucking dark. the entire way down i was looking for spots to camp in case we were stuck on the mountain...

high school classmate organized a Survivor themed camping trip. the bathrooms at this campsite were NASTY and i was on my period too 0/10. but it was a fun time and i got eliminated fifth

november in las vegas. loved it, lost 1.7k

came back to nyc and watched Un Ballo in Maschera. honestly kind of depressing cuz i couldn't just clap and cheer every 10 seconds like in the circus TT

[melatonindepicts]

hihi

Could you do like what Ulquiorra would be in like in the real world?

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So I'm not exactly too sure what you mean by 'Real World', but I'm going to go ahead and assume you mean the world of the living. I'll do what he wears, routine, job, food, friend-life, love-life, hobbies etc. If that's not what you were looking for, by all means message

𝑼𝒍𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝑪𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓

Characters and art belong to our love and savior Tite Kubo!

This is a SFW piece 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: I take recommendations for stories, little oneshots, etc. For free!! I will do a list of characters I will do and will not do. Feel free to ask!

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐:

He doesn't really have a strong taste for clothing, rather he just prefers to stick to his original Arrancar kimono, and if he's not able to wear that or is told not too, he wears simple black jeans, white sweater, crop-top jacket, and a scarf. He simply goes to sleep in sweatpants and no shirt.

𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎:

Literally boring as heck. Wake up, (over the months he'll get slower to get out of bed as he gets used to the world of the living), get dressed, eat some bland food (plain oatmeal, plain eggs, protein bar) and go do whatever he needs to do today.

𝙹𝚘𝚋:

Librarian, that's one of the only few jobs I can actually see Ulquiorra not despising. Quiet, plenty of books, little people, no talking. He'd work late hours probably, since he prefers the night and there's less people.

𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚍:

Plain food, anything that simply get's protein and vitamins in his body. He would eventually find his way to work-out foods that simply just get you running for the day. The day he found out coffee everything changed for the dear bat Espada.

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎:

He doesn't have any friends that he actually considers friends. He's extremely anti-social and only talks to the other Espada that came to the world of the living, and those people he talks to consists of.. Harribel. No love going on there, just the fact that she's the only other mature one.

He doesn't have any friends that he wants to hang out with, mostly just desperate fangirls and suck-ups. All one-sided.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎:

Hah. Hah. Funny joke.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ… ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴᴛ' ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ…

𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜:

Reading, maybe a bit of lone gaming, some art, and he'd try to learn some calm guitar. He's prefer to read love stories (to try to learn how the hell it works), and maybe some fictional theories. Gaming he does simple single-player games, nothing social/special. He would want to learn guitar to play some songs that he heard on some games he plays. He'd mostly do abstract art, and eventually gain some attention from the community on accident after deciding to post some of his art.

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎:

As much as he wished he lived far in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, due to his job he has to live in a town. Most of the Espada moved to the city, yet he stuck to a small apartment in the middle of the town, and has to walk to work every day. It's a snug little apartment, nothing too expensive because his job doesn't pay him gold.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈~ 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈? <𝟑

[psychopathsimp-blog]

Loona x reader Frozen yogurt pt.2

Y/n hummed and tapped their foot against the pavement in beat of the song they were listening to. It was a real banger. It almost didn't make them want to enter the i.mp. Building. Almost. But they wanted to see Loona. They knew the deal they made made them friends in front of BlitzØ but they kept hanging out more and more and they both had a lot in common. Like being bitches with anger issues. They entered the building bobbing their head. Loona was at her desk on her phone. Millie, Moxxie, and BlitzØ were nowhere to be seen. Y/n walked up behind Loona and wrapped there arms around Loona who growled but stopped when she realized it was y/n and not some random creep.

" Don't do that! I almost bit off your head." Loona sighed.

" But seeing your reaction is funny." Y/n rested their chin on top of Loona's fluffy hair.

" Fuck you." Loona sniffed.

" Naw you can do that yourself." y/n laughed.

Loona sighed and turned her attention back to her phone.

" What are you doing?" Y/n peered at Loona's phone.

" I'm looking at demons doing dumb shit. It's hellarious." Loona said, smirking. " These stupid demons just love setting other demons on fire."

" Well that's hell for you." Y/n wrapped their arms around Loona hugging her.

" Do you want to watch?" Loona asked.

" Duh, I'm bored. " y/n sat on the arm of Loona's chair, resting their head against hers.

Loona closed her eyes for a moment then opened them and played the video. Somewhere in the video y/n started feeling bold so every now and then she would start kissing Loona on the top of her head. Loona didn't do anything except twitch her ear. As time went by the videos They were watching were getting funnier. They started laughing more and more. At one point they were laughing so hard they didn't realize there were keys in the door and BlitzØ was walking in the office. They all stopped and stared at each other. BlitzØ was carrying a shopping bag and staring at them with his mouth open. Y/n glanced at them and Loona. y/n was still sitting on the arm of Loona's chair there arms wrapped around Loona's shoulders, head laying against hers. Loona sittingin her chair one hand holding the phone the other holding y/n's. Y/n guessed what could be going through BlitzØ's mind. 

The position they were in wasn't friends.

'Ummmmm. Are yall high?" BlitzØ asked.

" Not that I'm aware of. " y/n detached themselves from Loona

" I wouldn't get high at work. " Loona let go of y/n's hand.

" Hah! Liar." Y/n poked Loona in the arm.

BlitzØ raised an eyebrow clearly suspicious.

" So where were you boss? Skipping work? That's not cool. If I have to be stuck here, so do you." y/n said trying to change the subject.

" I was at the store stealing horse decorations for my office!" BlitzØ then spent the next thirty minutes showing them the horse decorations and ranting about how much he loved horses.

" Ugh this is boring, I'm leaving. Come on y/n. " Loona huffed getting up.

" Remember safe sex only!" BlitzØ said.

" What!?" Loona and y/n shouted.

"I'm not retarded i can see somthing is going on between you to." BlitzØ crossed his arms.

" U-u-u-u-u-uhhhhhh." Loona glanced at y/n.

Sure Loona did love the bitchy hoe but she wasnt ready for her fa- BlitzØ to know. She needed a lie but her head was empty. Out of the corner of her eye Y/n shook their head slightly.

"Now what I want to know is when were you going to tell me? Im your father Loona and im your boss y/n. I was the one who gave you the coupons so you could become friends. Now you're something more obviously and you won't tell me! I'm super hurt Loony. " BlitzØ said.

" Ummm." Loona began.

"No stop right there. I know you Loony, you're just going to try to lie. I know there's something here you don't have to tell me. Even a blind man could see it." BlitzØ interrupted.

" Is it that obvious?" Y/n asked.

BlitzØ nodded. " I've suspected something for a while but what I walked in on confirmed it."

Y/n grabbed Loona's hand and squeezed it. " Sorry boss. We werent ready to tell you."

" hmpf. I'm still offended but I'll let this little relationship go on." BlitzØ uncrossed his arms.

"You'll let it go on? I don't care what you say, think, or do, you can't stop me from being with y/n." Loona growled.

" I don't want to stop you." BlitzØ waved his hands frantically. "I like seeing you happy!"

Loona nodded and hugged Y/n.

" I'm sorry to rope you into this crazy family." Loona whispered in their ear.

" No worries Moons, I like this family." Y/n giggled.

"Awwwww Loona I never knew you could be affectionate." BlitzØ gushed.

" Shut the fuck up old man!" Loona let go of y/n.

" hehe~ when are you going to give me grandbabies?" BlitzØ asked smirking.

"BlitzØ" They both shouted.

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Alright, Part 2!

Also Announcement! I have an AO3 where I am currently posting an Assassins Creed/Marvel Crossover, and my current story has 2 chapters left. I have decided that after the last 2 chapters are posted, I will begin posting the more fleshed-out versions of my posts from here. I will keep all my Captain Marvel stories in one series, and have each story in the series contain a different prompt/story from here, so I don’t have to worry about tagging people. I post on Mondays, so after I get the AO3 caught up to here I will post new chapters/stories whenever I get stuck on my AC/Marvel series.

Now, without further ado…

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The next thing that gives Flash Weird Vibes about Captain Marvel happens just a few weeks after their first meeting.

Batman uncovered a meta trafficking ring trying to start up, and due to how many people they’d grabbed in such a short time he’d called in the League to help. Batman and his various bat-spawn were good, but these people were dangerous and had over two dozen scared, powered metas of various ages locked up. Even with inhibitor collars on, someone could still panic and cause harm during the rescue.

Of course, this was super time sensitive, because this group kept moving to avoid detection. So Batman sent out a general call and went in with the first few League members to show up. In the end, Batman and Robin were joined by Nightwing, Red Hood (who gave Flash the creeps, for some reason. Probably the ‘severed heads’ story), Flash obviously, Green Lantern, and Captain Marvel.

The raid went really well, especially considering these guys had, for obvious reasons, been equipped to go up agains metas. Unfortunately for them, the Bats and Lantern were all normal, Flash was used to anti-meta weapons, and Marvel was… whatever he is, though meta sure wasn’t it since the attacks did nothing and even getting an inhibitor bracelet slipped on him while grabbing a trafficker did nothing.

So, bad guys arrested, people rescued, and while Batman called the local authorities out to the place the other Leaguers were going around getting names and places of origin and just general information to try and get these people home as quickly as possible.

There’s a lot of crying, and thank-yous, and a few bursts of powers as the inhibitors are taken off. After a while, Flash realizes that he hasn’t seen Marvel in a hot minute. He looks around, then asks the nearest hero, Nightwing, where he went. The man gives him a grin and points him in the direction of a corner of the warehouse, partially blocked off by boxes and broken machinery. Red Hood pops out of nowhere and tells Flash, while he’s recovering from his minor heart attack, that is he ‘disturbs them’ he’ll ‘see how fast Flash is with one leg.’

So, with that mildly terrifying convo over, Flash walks towards the partitioned area, listening carefully to make sure he wasn’t going to be ‘disturbing’ anybody. It’s not until he’s just about to turn the last pile of junk that he hears something. It’s quiet, probably only noticeable due to his enhanced hearing, but it… it sounds so familiar…

Flash carefully, silently, sticks his head around the boxes. At first, he only sees Captain Marvel, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Then he’s starts to pick out the tiny heads, hands, and feet sticking out from beneath his crips white cape, which he apparently stretched out to cover several young children all clustered in his lap or leaning on his sides.

Flash smiles, now understanding Red Hood’s warning, and starts to think about how adorable they all are, he should get a camera, before he realizes in one of his flashes (hah!) of intuition, that the noise from earlier is coming from Marvel.

It’s a purr. The man is purring, like an enormous cat, and it’s clearly coming from his chest, where one of the kids have their head rested. Flash can’t do anything but stand and blink for a moment, a general ‘what the h*ll’ feeling running through him, before Marvel abruptly twitches his head to stare at Flash, eyes looking oddly green for a moment before his expression smooths from protective to welcoming.

Marvel grins sheepishly at him before tilting his head questioningly. Flash mentally shakes himself before returning the grin with a physical shake of his head, not wanting to see if Hood was serious on his ‘disturb them’ threat.

(Probably. Heads, duffel bag, yeah. Better not risk it.)

Marvel nods back at him, then turns to one of the kids as they begin to shift in their sleep, expression wrinkling in distress. The man (?) smooths his hand over the kids forehead, mumbling something under his breath, and a slight gold glow follows his fingers’ path for a moment before it disappears and the kids face relaxes back into peaceful sleep.

Huh. Magic, right. Maybe that has to do with the purring…?

But… but why? Why would magic make him able to purr? Zatanna never has, Constantine— yeah, he wasn’t going there— maybe it’s a ‘Champion of Magic’ thing instead?

Yeah, he’ll go with that. Magic is weird, Marvel does weird stuff, simple as that.

… but how does it work?

(Sometimes, Barry regrets his choice to be a scientist.)

Half-Ghost Billy Batson

(Inspired by a post that I can’t find😡😤. If you recognize it please let me know! I have searched. Everywhere. I remember it starts off with Billy contemplating how he’s different and his dad didn’t want him, and then Danny shows up.)

Danny Fenton grows up, gets crowned King of the Infinite Realms, and then discovers that time it weird in the Zone if the portal you came through doesn’t stay open. He’s been ruling for over a century, but it’s only been a few years on Earth. Early on he made sure to keep popping in and out to visit family and friends and keep up a human identity, and so was able to age normally too.

By the time he’s 25 (2015), he’s in a serious relationship with a woman named Mary Batson, and has decided to tell her about his other life. Before he can however, he is ‘killed’ in an explosion at his civilian job as an engineer.

He’s fine, but was weakened enough that he reverted to his core, and Clockwork retrieved him and took him to the Realms to heal. He does, goes discreetly looking for Mary, and discovers it been a year and she died in a car accident. Heartbroken, and with no civilian identity anymore, he starts spending all his time in the Zone, only making weekend trips to see family/friends.

Unknown to Danny, Mary was pregnant, gave birth, and little William ‘Billy’ Daniel Batson was saved via emergency C-Section after the accident and placed in foster care, because she had no family and no one looked into the father’s well enough. Mary only survived long enough to name her son and give them Danny’s name.

10 years later, Billy gains the title of Champion of Magic. The influx of so much magic also triggers his… other genes.

As Billy, he is faster and stronger and heals quicker and if he concentrates really hard he can turn invisible and walk through things— at least for a few moments. He also discovers that he’s essentially a cat, since he can hiss and purr and randomly sprout claws.

Billy only uses a mirror if he needs to give himself a haircut, but the next time he looks he notices the tiny little baby fangies. And that his eyes are more teal than blue, his hair has a few white spots in it, and his ears point a little more. No wonder no one’s been bothering him lately.

(He’s basically 75% human and 25% ghost, so unless he gets hosed down with pure ectoplasm and also eats a bunch of the stuff, he’s not going to be able to ‘go ghost’. He’s just hasn’t got enough Phantom in him to manage it.)

As Captain Marvel, the magic of his patrons and the Rock of Eternity kinda work as a counter-measure against the partially-dead thing, as the magic sees it as a threat to the Champion’s health and fights the genes’ effects like it’s a virus. So the magic is basically shutting down all of the actual powers he gets as Billy. But he does get little things that the magic doesn’t care about, like sharp little fangs and pointy ears.

Billy just thinks it’s all side effects of the magic, and uses his new ‘adaptations’ as Billy to survive on the streets.

The Justice League comes knocking about 6 months in, meet this huge chipper dude who can evenly match Superman and uses magic in a way that causes other magic users headaches and rage, and invite him to join.

That’s when they notice that he’s a bit… strange.

Not like, in a bad way! Just, the other day Batman did the ‘appear behind you from nowhere’ thing and when Marvel noticed he full on hissed at him, like a feral cat, before looking sheepish and apologizing.

A few weeks later, they’re rescuing some kidnapped meta kids and they find Marvel sitting cross-legged on the ground, several toddlers draped over him and a very distinct purring noice emanating from his chest.

A week after that, and Superman confides worriedly that sometimes Marvel’s heart will just… stop beating, and/or he’ll stop breathing, and that when his heartbeat is gone there seems to be a strange hum coming from the center of his chest.

Then another 2 weeks later, after a meeting, he and Flash were talking and they both laughed, but when Marvel did he just flashed these very sharp incisors that Flash swears are fangs.

And then one day they call him in to help fight some demons and one growls at him and he freakin growls back, bares his definitely fangs I told you so! And just freakin launches at the thing. They basically roll around like a couple of territorial tomcats, and at first Marvel is throwing punches and lighting but then the demon bites him and Marvel just… bites back.

And then he like… sprouts claws?! And then it really is like a cat fight, with these two just hissing and growling and clawing and biting until Marvel does something and the demon breaks away and flees, whimpering like a kicked dog. Superman has to snag Marvels cape and dodge some claws to keep the guy from chasing after it.

He’s covered in claw marks and scratches and there’s blood like everywhere but once they drag/convince/bully him into going back to the Watchtowers medbay, there’s nothing. The wounds are gone, the blood is fading away, and the suit is repairing itself. Marvel just shrugs and says magic, which, fair enough.

But then they have to have a talk about what the hell that was, and all Marvel can say for his feral-cat behavior is “I just heard him growl and had the uncontrollable urge to bite him. Like, he’s in my territory, and he’s gonna challenge me like that? Heck-no.”

…Territory? Territory?! What does that- does this possibly-immortal being consider all of Earth his territory? Is he secretly a Fae? An eldritch being in less terrifying form? Part demon himself? A cat transformed into a person?

Marvel shrugs.

“I never met my parents, so honestly any of those have a chance of being true.”

Oh No. Oh F*ck. Those were rhetorical!

Meanwhile, Danny is back on Earth and finds out from Tucker that Mary had a kid. They discover this because he was reported missing after he ran away and the cops tried to find out if there was any more family, and do a better job looking this time. Danny is ‘dead’ so they called the Drs Fenton, who told Jazz, who told Tucker, who dug around and realized oh sh*t, Danny has a son.

But they can’t tell Danny this, because some a-hole in a different dimension is trying to invade the Infinite Realms, so Danny has to go kick a**. The time in the other dimension is weird too, so several years pass on Earth by the time he stops the threat, locks away the demon Trigon, and finds a nice home in the Realms for the demon’s half-human orphaned daughter Raven, who fits in very well with the ghosts.

So, Danny’s back and between Tucker and Danny they figure out what city Billy is in, and Danny spends days flying around invisible feeling for any ectoplasm. He finds it, finds Billy facing down some wanna-be teenage gangsters, and watches with growing pride as his son hisses at them with his widdle baby fangs oh my Ancients!

So after the other kids flee from the ‘crazy demon kid’, Danny invisibly follows Billy back to his current hideout in the basement of an abandoned warehouse (only someone Billy-sized or smaller would be able to fit through the window, and then they’d have to do it again to get into his little blocked-off closet. Smart. Very smart. I have such a smart kid, the family will Love him!)

Danny doesn’t want to freak his kid out— strange man+small space=bad no-no— so he just settles himself in front of the exit and starts chirping. Calling.

Billy, who has never heard the sound before, still knows what it means. Can’t resist following it out of his hidey-hole. Sees the man, cross-legged on the ground, sees his blue eyes flash green-green-green and knows.

“Hi, Billy. Is so good to meet you!”

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2015: Danny=25

2016: Billy born

2027: Billy=11, Danny=27

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@stealingyourbones

Hope you guys like this!

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Mountain

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your love for Bakugou is like a mountain but even mountains crack & crumble eventually, don't they?

Warnings: angst :D like all the way. its just angst. maybe w a sprinkle of fluff. major character death not katsu dw.

A/n: its one in the morning & i chose violence 😂😌 here's to the first proper angsty fic i've ever written. please join my mourning.

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"Hey, Katsu. I know this is pretty selfish of me. And I know this will be nothing but a nuisance to you. Even so.." you trailed off, lifting your gaze off the ground to meet those ruby eyes you've fallen for, practiaclly beaming up at him.

"I like you, Katsuki!"

That was the day it all started, the day your friendship changed.

Bakugou & Y/n. The two of you were a well known pair amongst the students in UA & everyone in your presence in general. Everyone knew the explosive blonde who was loud, rash & rude, the ambitious Bakugou Katsuki who vowed to devote his life to become the future number one hero.

Then there was you, his bestfriend since childhood. The complete opposite of the angry blonde- a good natured, friendly chatterbug who is seemingly blind to her bestfriend's outright menacing demeanor, Bakugou's happy second shadow he can't seem to get rid of. You made quite the jarring pair indeed. But being friends with Bakugou came to you easily.

It was no wonder loving him felt just as simple. Regardless of your feelings being unrequited.

Somehow, despite having attempted crossing the line of platonic friends, you managed to keep your friendship with Bakugou. Persistent enough to stay by his side. Never allowing things to be awkward. Sometimes it felt like nothing ever changed, like you were the same annoying bestfriend that stuck by him growing up.

And sometimes you'd randomly blurt out your feelings for him when he so much as buys you your favourite drink on a whim.

"Aahhh Katsuki I love you-"

"Why the fuck must you go out & say it at the weirdest times?!"

"I can't help it! I have so much love for you y'know? Sometimes it just overflows! Especially when you're so nice to me!"

"I'm never being nice to you again, dammit!"

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Every valentine's day held a memory Bakugou obtained against his will.

"Bakugou Katsuki, please go out with me!"

"Hah? Is this whats got you so damn twitchy all day?"

"Aw come on! I'm asking out the guy I like here. Of course I'm nervous!" You pout childishly, still holding out the black box of chocolates wrapped neatly in an orange bow.

"Tch. As if you haven't been doing that every other day for the past 2 years. Whats left to be nervous about?" He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Shifting his attention to the box in your hands, he narrowed his eyes as if it personally insulted him, before returning his annoyed gaze to you.

"You know I'm not taking it. When are you going to learn that this ain't going nowhere, hah?"

"Ugh, you meanie," you huffed, flopping down in Midoriya's empty seat, spinning it round to face the grumbling blonde's desk. "Its always worth a shot," you mumbled out. Undoing the the ribbons, you'd open the box & share the chocolates with him. Chattering about your internship & studies as if you didn't just got rejected by him.

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He asked once, after rejecting you yet again, if you were ever going to give up on your feelings for him. If you were ever going to realize that your efforts were futile & there was nothing for you to keep fighting for.

"I can't give up so easily, silly! My love for you is so heavy, it feels like I'd suffocate sometimes you know. Its like- like a mountain!" You explained eagerly, hands waving in the air to emphasis your point.

"Tsk. And what happens when you run out hm? What happens when that mountain chips away bit by bit, until there's nothing left?"

He'd seen it that day. Something flickering in your eyes just for a second, disappearing before he could put a finger on what it was, replaced by that same stupid smile you always wore.

"Wah~ I'd actually be crushed, huh? Who knows if I'd survive~" you sang out playfully.

It was hurt.

He recognized it now. Who knew how many more times you've blinked that look away, locked up the agony he inflicted upon your heart that only yearned for him to accept its love. How many times that stupid smile masked the heartbreak underneath. How many times he convinced himself it was fine, because you were smiling. That you were fine.

"Goddamn idiot."

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Your love for him was like a mountain, you'd say. He wondered if it hurt, every time he chipped of a piece by his harsh words. He wondered if it pained you everytime his rejection made a little of that love crumble.

There were times you'd appear at his door in the middle of the night. So late, that you didn't wear that smile & he didn't yell at you for waking him up, both of you too tired to keep your own walls up to notice the others' was down. You'd look so tired, so small & frail, like a broken soul defeated by life itself. Yet something would still faintly sparkle in your eyes, no matter how dull, when you looked up at him apologetically.

Neither of you would speak. You'd climb into bed with him & hide away in his chest. He'd never see it, having you curled uo so tightly against him, but he knew you'd cry yourself to sleep, feeling the tremble in your body & the tears soaking his shirt. He'd stay awake until your breathing finally evened out.

He'd never ask you. Everything seemed like a dream the next day. He'd wake up alone, no signs of your late night visit. He'd see you in class as usual, the spark back in your eyes as bright as ever, as if it never dimmed in the first place. You'd act as you always would, bubbly & way too excited.

He never knew what had you crying on those nights.

He'd be convinced he dreamt up the night before if you didn't address it in your own subtle way.

When Mina & Kaminari would go on their daily pestering about your blatant crush on your bestfriend. Moaning for you to just go out with one of them instead, whining why you'd waste your feelings on their grumpy friend while you giggled at their antics.

"How could I not love Katsu," you'd say, subtly locking your eyes with him from across the classroom. Something soft & grateful in your gaze before you turned back to your noisy friends.

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Your heart seemed thethered to him no matter what he does.

He remembered the time you burst into recovery girl's office. You've been away on your internship. You must have heard about his incident from your classmates when you got back. Knowing them, they must've made a bigger deal off his injuries than they actually were.

He'd jump slightly as the door slammed open to reveal you- wide eyed & panting. Your frantic gaze searched the room until they landed on him, scanning him for the severity of his injuries.

Having seen he was okay, that he was conscious & well, you all but fell to your knees, the last of the adrenaline seeming to have drained from your exhausted body.

"Fuck," you breathed out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Katsu. That's bad for my heart."

He saw you crying that night, tears wetting your cheeks & dripping off your face. Yet you still wore that smile, as wobbly as it was.

He hated that stupid smile.

Even now, as you lay on the hospital, it never leaves your face. That dopey, lovesick expression looked terribly out of place on your broken body.

"I thought you loved me, hah? Was that a lie? If you love me then hold on, you little shit. You want me to love back, don't you? Then, stay alive. Don't you dare die on me now or I'll kill you myself, you hear?" He heard his own voice crack, felt his cheeks grew wet, but he didn't care.

"Fuck. Fuck. I love you too, you fucking dumbass."

You laughed at that. It sounded wrong. Weak & frail, muffled by the oxygen mask that was barely helping your shallow breaths. Yet, it was just as melodic as Bakugou remembered. It has always been such a pretty sound.

"Thank you, Katsu."

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Standing at the edge of the beach alone, he felt as though he could almost hear you laughing by his side as he looked on at the blue sea. Just as you did all those time you pestered him into going to 'your favourite place in the entire world' you claimed.

"Because this is the place I fell in love with you," you'd tell him every single time. Recalling the day your entire world changed & your heart grew twice its size with love for your bestfriend.

"Sounds fucking cursed." His response the same each time as he watched the waves crash into the shore, lightly lapping at his feet.

And you'd laugh something so happy & free in the golden light of the setting sun, the bubbly joy so contagious, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

He holds onto the memory, keeps it safe in his heart as to never forget what your laughter sounded like, worried one day he'll forget.

Its been awhile since he heard it after all.

5 years felt like forever with the emptiness you left behind.

His life felt too quiet with you no longer around to fill the silence. It left his heart heavy. He could almost hear your teasing at the thought.

'I thought you said you'd enjoy the peace & quiet when I'm no longer around, hm, Katsu? Gonna finally admit that you were wrong?'

It was a weird feeling. He knew you so well, he could guess what you'd say to him as if you were still around. Could almost hear it, to the point it felt like he was talking to a ghost of you.

Somedays it was comforting. Other days it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

"I miss you, stupid."

'I know, Katsu.'

Sometimes Bakugou wondered.

If he hadn't left so many cracks in your mountain, if he hadn't let it crumble & chip away along the years, would you have had enough love to stay alive?

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A/n: i can't believe i actually wrote this in one sitting. i feel like i'd hate the formating when i reread this tomorrow morning. but hey i hope you enjoy the read. or broke your heart. one of those.