#maybe because i finally found out you can color the thingies in the back-

[roseapov]

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[82mitsu]

{18Trip} <PROLOGUE SIDE-A: Still blank> 000-A08 The biggest bet of one’s life

A translation of 18TRIP's PROLOGUE SIDE-A by 82mitsu. ENG proofreading by sasaranurude. Note: this is the final chapter of the prologue.

Kafka: ……

Kaede: Kafka? Hey, what’s wro—-

(Loud popping noise)

Kaeda: Uwawgh!?

Kafka: Congrats Kaede-chan!

Kaede: Huh, what…!?

Kafka: My company has decided to hire you~!

Kaede: Hweh, eh?

Sakujiro: Congratulations. I believe this has taken you around 5 hours. As expected from Kaede-san.

Kaede: Sakujiro-san!? Eh, where did you… why…?

Kaede: Also, you said “my company”... as in Kafka’s company?

Kafka: Fufufu… Surprised, aren’t you. Here, look at this.

Kaede: What…? Documents?

Kafka: Yeah. Registration documents for the company I created.

Kaede: Registration… I can’t keep up with what’s happening, but… did you really—a company…?

Kaede: What’s this mission statement thingie right here?

Kafka: Management philosophy, or maybe… the guidelines for what ideas you want to realize, perhaps I should say.

Kaede: In other words, what you want to achieve by making the company?

Kafka: Exactly that!

Kafka: Do you remember the first time you went on a trip? What you were wishing for, with who, and where you went? 

Kafka: A heart-pounding experience, a chance encounter… There might've been some unforeseen trouble, too.

Kafka: However, none of these things can be experienced unless you take that first step forward to embark on a trip.

Kafka: Where should you go? What should you do? What should you take with you? Together with who—? 

Kafka: All the people that yearn to see the world, and those who haven’t had a taste of traveling yet, HAMA receives with open arms.

Kafka: Hoping one day your heart will grow warm when memories resurface, as if it’s reaching out to give you courage.

Kafka: A trip to the HAMA that’s kept close, and loved. To take your hand and lead you there—

Kafka: That is…

Kaede & Kafka: Hama Tours

Kaede: Kafka, this is…

Kafka: Say, Kaede-chan.

Kafka: Today, you felt it when going around HAMA, didn’t you? In the past, how it differs from the first trip that you gifted me… That the HAMA we know now—it's in a tough spot.

Kafka: I’m no longer that ill person waiting for Kaede-chan’s tales of traveling.

Kafka: I’ll wager all that’s left of my life, and bring HAMA back on its feet. And in order to achieve that, I need you. That’s why…

Kafka: So, Kaede-chan, bet your whole life on me too.

Kaede: Kafka…

Kaede: (The whole time, no matter where I was, I could always feel a tiny bit of regret. Wondering if this is really the kind of job I wanted to do. Even though travel work is what I yearned for, these feelings that I had—)

Kaede: (Were ones of wanting to make someone smile, from a trip to HAMA. That’s what was left of them. —A trip like the one I gave to Kafka that day.)

Kaede: –I’ll place a bet. 

Kaede: On Kafka, on the work to bring HAMA back, I’ll bet my whole life!

Kafka: …Really? You mean it?

Kaede: Without a doubt.

Kafka: And it… isn’t it because you pity me? Wanting to “help” someone as miserable as me…That’s not how you feel, right?”

Kaede: No! Not a chance I’d ever think that.

Kaede: I, honestly, have been frustrated the entire time. Seeing HAMA drained of color compared to how it was… How it’s helpless, lifeless. 

Kaede: But all I could do was absentmindedly stare. That’s why… you’re truly amazing.

Kaede: Thanks to you, I’ll be able to do something for the sake of HAMA, too. I’ve never been this happy before. 

Kafka: Right… yeah. Right!

Kafka: Seems like I won after going all out, one way or another. 

Kaede: Hm? What are you talking about?

Kafka: Nothing at all.

Sakujiro: ……

Kaede: Um, so then… what now? Actually, what should I do first?

Kafka: Oh? You’re sure fired up~ Kaede-chan. How admirable!

Kaede: Obviously I am! Because…

Kaede: (I feel like I finally found the kind of job I wanted to do. And, most importantly, it’s the same one as Kafka’s.)

Kaede: (Reading HAMA Tours’ mission statement makes it all clear. How it's the same as me… How the trip we took together that day made Kafka who he is today!)

Kaede: Either way! I’ll do anything! And when do we start… Ah, that’s right. I’ll work myself to the bone if it’s from next week on.

Kaede: That unemployment really came at the right time…

Kafka: Yeah, I knew.

Kaede: Eh…  Did I… talk about how the company went out of business?

Kafka: Fufu, makes you wonder. The planets really aligned for this one, didn’t they.

Sakujiro: Young Master, it’s getting time…

Sakujiro: Your body will get cold.

Kafka: …

Kafka: I love the rain. No matter who it is, the raindrops will fall the same onto everyone. Besides—

Kafka: The coldness that has never stopped raining onto me will, at last, clear up tomorrow.

Kaede: Tomorrow? Is there something tomorrow?

Kafka: Yeah. My surgery.

Kaede: Wha….? Surgery… Surgery!? But Kafka, on PeChat, you said it was over…

Kafka: That was a lie.

Kafka: YOU LIED!? But, Sakujiro-san was also…

Sakujiro: My deepest condolences. This very Sakujiro’s 879th special skill is Co-Conspirator in No Time.

Kaede: Unbelievable….

Kaede: Wait, not that part!

Kaede: Even though your surgery is tomorrow, you went out, and now you're sitting in the pouring rain like this…! 

Kaede: Put on this jacket! And then a towel, towel… Ah, I have a handkerchief. Here use this to dry yourself off immediately—

Kafka: Ahaha! You’re panicking all over the place, Kaede-chan.

Kaede: Of course I’m panicking! This is no laughing matter, you know!?

Kafka: It is something to laugh about, c’mon.

Kafka: I won a bet I placed with my whole life, so I’m invincible now. No matter what the success rate for my surgery is, there’s no way I’d lose…

Kafka: I absolutely won’t die.

Kaede: I do believe that but… Kafka, why are you that confident about it?

Kafka: Because of the courage you gave to me.

Kaede: I did…?

Kafka: I’m done with just gazing through the window at the world you live in.

Kafka: I won’t let you leave me behind anymore, and I won’t wait for you either.

Kafka: From now on we’ll be equals, standing side-by-side, walking forward while being on the same page.

Kafka: It’s likely that… not everything will be alright. Just like that one trip we took back then, we can end up getting lost, not be able to make it to the observation deck because we didn’t have the money, things like these might happen, too.

Kaede: Yeah, you’re right. But…

Kaede: When that happens, we’ll look for somewhere else.

Kaede: Even if we didn’t get to the observation deck that day, the view of the evening colors from this building was breathtakingly out of this world, wasn’t it?

Kafka: Yeah… it’s exactly as you say.

Kafka: That’s why, Kaede-chan—

Kafka: Let’s go on a trip, together!

<<previous chapter / next chapter>>

prologue directory: A01 / A02 / A03 / A04 / A05 / A06 / A07 / A08 (x)

[ogdegenerate]

I’m back bitches

Werewolf x BAMF Human thingy prt2

I know it’s been 5 months idgaf

Here’s the link for the first part of y’all care

* It’s been a hot minute since your last meeting with the black wolf. And ever since, he won’t leave your thoughts, to your annoyance.

* And annoying it is, you have a bunch of acquaintances, and maybe even some friends, but they don’t really LINGER in your mind once they’re out of sight.

* Maybe you’re just worried for the werewolf? He was badly injured when you first found him.

* Although that would be unlikely, it would take a lot to take down a huge beast like him, and whoever (or whatever) damaged the alpha was most likely dealt with already.

* Maybe the werewolf is still in your thoughts is because of how possibly strong they are?

* You were always the strongest person everybody knew in your hometown. And maybe you’re just not used to someone bigger and conceivably stronger than you.

* And you weren’t very nice when you saw them again, despite everything, you are happy that he’s doing alright.

* But it’s been weeks and the forest is silent, no surprise werewolf interaction or little offering of meat, not even a little hello?

* This shouldn’t bother you, and yet you can’t help but feel…. Bad.

* Maybe a walk would clear up your head.

* Well this is a bizarre turn of events.

* What once was a quick walk into anywhere else but your cabin, transformed into carrying ANOTHER injured werewolf.

* And not just some random werewolf, the BLONDE ONE. With his friends accompanying me back to their village.

* Wherever it is.

* Once you finally got there, you can’t help but feel like you stepped into some sort of fantasy novel.

* With how lively and suspiciously big the place is, you’d figure that you’d accidently wander in here.

* But questions are for future you to ask to a figure in power. This pup needs some first aid and pronto!

* You and the wolves enter into some small building where you see a green wolf with very questionable fashion choices.

* They’re wearing a skull with antlers on their face decorated with owl feathers

* Their cloak and long skirt(?) are made out of various fabrics ranging from so many colors and textures it would give anyone in the art field a NIGHTMARE.

* And there’s a bunch of jewelry and undecipherable runes on their arms and shoulders.

* The green wolf clops (clops????) towards us and takes the badly damaged blondie without even acknowledging my existence.

* Apparently that’s normal for the witch doctor (as the other two stooges call him) to act like that

* I can’t help but notice that the witch doctor is shorter than most werewolves I’ve seen so far.

* Nevertheless the doctor is still well sculpted as much as the other werewolf and they’re still taller than me.

* THERES MAGIC????

* The green wolf stared mixing up from obscure stuff in a flask and splashed it on the blonde wolf, the wounds glowed a mixture of blue and green and shrunken to an unnatural pace.

* The witch doctor says that Fakhr (the name of blondie over here) will be alright but he shouldn’t do any intense for a day or two.

* Before you can even find your voice again, the witch doctor gallops over to the the elephant in the room (you)

* They bombard you with very invasive questions in quick succession, you can’t even answer a single one before the good doctor asks you three more.

* “Are you really a human?” “The same human that can throw an entire tree across the earth?” “How are you so strong?” “Is this an enchantment?” “What kind of enchantment?” “May I have some of your blood?” “How is your relationships with your parents?” “Are THEY human?” “Are you running from someone?” “Is that why you’re living in the forest?” “What’s do you like about the forest?” “You are a male at birth, correct?” “How do you feel about carrying a child?” “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a uterus, I can figure out something if you’d like?”

* Thankfully, Arda and Rajat (the brown and silver werewolf respectively, thanks Fakhr.) tell the green wolf that you should be really getting back to your cabin.

* And it really isn’t such a bad idea, you are in an unknown place with beings you only figured out existed almost a month ago and they might not have your best interest in mind.

* But you’re feeling petty. You now have a shot at finding a certain black wolf and you might not get a second chance again.

* It takes the three 7 ft wolves a few minutes to get you out of the door of Heka’s (the witch doctor) workplace.

* Fakhr made it very known that it would’ve been much quicker if he wasn’t supposed to be recovering.

* Moving you on dirt is much harder than moving you on wood, your boots are sinking into the ground and pulling you up is like pulling a house by its hinges.

* In an outside perspective, the entire situation may be even comical. Three werewolves, struggling to move a human a little less than 6 feet tall.

* But here you are, rooted into the ground, arms crossed, visibly annoyed. People may mistake you for a statue with how stiff and unbending you are.

* Heka (bless their soul) unintentionally draws up more of an audience by panicking all around you and the three were-stooges.

* The good doctor alternates between nagging at Fakhr for overworking himself, asking you more invasive but reverent questions, and telling the growing crowd to mind their business (but in a professional way).

* The whole scene devolves into the four begging you to just leave before this draws the attention of you-know-who

* What the fuck? What happened to the sun?

* …..oh

* Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

* You don’t know how you end up in the alpha’s house.

* If this even is the alpha’s house, you figured that someone who demands authority would have a much bigger and fancier house???

* I guess vanity isn’t that important with werewolves.

* You managed to save the other wolves gooses from being cooked through the power of conversation.

* And by conversation, it was more like you yelling an earful at the 8 foot beast with too much muscle before they could even get a word in.

* You really should stop doing that, but everytime you see him, you start feeling too many emotions in an overstimulating succession that you might die from thermal-shock.

* But regardless, you finally got what you wanted, some one on one time with the alpha.

* But with you both are sitting, it’s almost feels like being sent to the principal’s office.

* But who’s the one in power and who’s the one in trouble?

* The silence from the alpha would be unnerving if he wasn’t everywhere but you.

* He’s the one who dragged you here (you followed him), do you really need to be the first to strike up conversation?

* You point out the old bandages around his arms and torso, they look like they need to be replaced.

* The black wolf informs you that the bandages are fine and that he’s still wounded.

* Of course you know that’s bullshit because you just left Heka’s place, and they wouldn’t be a good witch doctor if they just left the ALPHA of all people to just heal normally.

* So when you ask if you could see how the wounds are holding up, he looks at you as if you caught them elbow deep in the cookie jar (or I guess the biscuit jar???)

* This is going nowhere, it’s either the bandages or his arms.

* You’re fast, but he’s faster. For someone so bulky, he’s slippery and quick on their feet.

* You waste more time you would like playing cat and mouse with a wolf almost three feet bigger than you.

* As you chase the wolf around the messy house, failing to grasp this giant shadowy figure almost makes you think that this wolf is made out nothing but darkness.

* Fortunately for you, the wolf’s luck runs out as he slips on a piece of paper on the ground.

* Always keep your house tidy, kids!

* Before the wolf could crash onto the ground, you manage to catch him by the torso, securing both of your arms behind his back.

* Now that you got a good hold on him, he’s about as heavy as a reindeer. Must take a lot of skill and energy to prance around like that while carrying so much weight.

* You and the werewolf stay like this for less than a minute, but it feels like eternity.

* You actually manage to make eye contact with the wolf. They look more human than you remember.

* His eyes aren’t glowing as they had when you first met him, but they still shimmer like newly cleaned rubies.

* You can’t help notice that the wolf is holding onto your shoulders, most likely to keep himself up.

* You gently set him down on the floor, you pin both of your knees at his hips so he won’t get away. He doesn’t struggle against you.

* You unwrap the bandages on his write arm, just as you suspected, he’s doing fine.

* You feel about the muscles on his arm, from the FPL, to the bicep, and to the tricep. Everything seems to be in order. His tricep is also fairly big, and he’s not even flexing, you think.

* You move on to the left arm, they’re pretty much symmetrical, both in form and health.

* You move the alpha’s forearm to see how the bicep stretches and squeezes, he must’ve done a lot of chin ups to get arms this big

* Suddenly, the black wolf flexes his arms and his muscles bulges into life, you’re almost taken aback with how big they’ve gotten.

* And they’re hard enough to break Brazil nuts, you can even feel the veins under all of that fur.

* Moving on, you turn to the shoulders and neck, and they’re both broad as the distance between Texas and Thailand.

* You can feel the stress and stiffness in the trapezius, so you might as well massage them while you’re here. Must be taxing work to be an alpha.

* You look up to see the werewolf’s eyes close, mouth slightly open, and tongue peaking out.

* You think you’re doing a great job.

* What seems like minutes passing, you stoped rubbing neck and shoulders and move down to the pectorals

* And what you see before are a pair of giant HAMS.

* Each one of them are bigger than both of your hands, and you thought you had a well developed chest.

* Against your better judgment, you grabbed each one of them by the underpart and pushed up.

* The alpha made a quick gasp at your sudden boldness, feeling like you stepped over a boundary too many, you let go and moved your hands away.

* But then the werewolf grabs your writs and places them back at his chest.

* Well, best not to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

* As you fondle with the wolf’s pecs, you can’t help but to be amazed at how soft yet firm they are, they’re like huge pillows of tense muscle and meat.

* The wolf’s breathing seems to be getting heavier, periodically accompanied by a quiet moan.

* After I finished playing with his pecs, I move even lower to the core.

* It’s hard to see with all of the fur in the way, but you do feel abs, and indeed they are.

* By god you can grate meat on those if there wasn’t so much fur in the way.

* I look at the werewolf, unsure if I should even be doing what I’m thinking of doing.

* He stares back at me with a look of anticipation, as if waiting for me to work my magic on him once more.

* Fuck it, if he wants to bite my face off after this, then I have no regrets.

* I start rubbing on his abs and belly, abandoning all sense and giving into my carnal desires.

* The silent and stoic werewolf is now more loud and vocal than ever.

* He raises his arms over his head, granting me full reign over his body, his head jerks side to side and the sounds coming out of his throat portrays how much he’s enjoying this.

* His groans and moans gets louder and more intense as time goes on, giving attention to his pecs and down to his sides and to his stomach again.

* The both of you are now lost in the moment, you don’t even remember why the two of you even got here in the first place, or what you were even worried about.

* A greedy squeeze on pec had the wolf shout sounds of pure ecstasy, as he thrust his hips upwards.

* That climatic occurrence was just abrupt enough to wake you from your lust filled spell.

* You look around to see what’s happening and what you’re doing and how absolutely insane you’re being.

* The wolf on the other hand was still in a trance, it’s kinda cute and weird that a giant monster could act so puppy like.

* The werewolf slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you, honestly it would be fare that the alpha wouldn’t be so happy to be taken advantaged of.

* “Why…. Did you stop?”

* …..or not.

* You don’t really want to answer that question because then you have to answer why you decided to do… whatever that was, so instead you asked a question of your own.

* “Why didn’t you come and see me?”

* The wolf looked surprised by your response, which then turned into sadness. He turned his muzzle away from you, unable to face you.

* What is even going on??????

* You sigh, and lean towards the wolf

* “Look, I’m not mad, or disappointed. I was just…. Concerned about you.”

* The werewolf looked at you swiftly, and then turn his eyes away. Before you could continue, he speaks.

* “I… didn’t know how to approach you…”

* You… have no idea what that could mean.

* “I felt very bad after I’ve eaten all of your food, you had no pack to turn to or help you out, I feared that you will starve.”

* I guess that makes sense, he was probably very hungry after almost dying, and everything in my kitchen was left unguarded.

* He is still partly a wild animal.

* “When I heard that you chased away my wolves, I almost didn’t believe it. But I wanted to make sure.”

* “I searched far and wide for that boar and killed it so I could give it to you.”

* He really did all of that? That huge mountain of pork? And he dragged it all the way to my cabin?

* “Everyone else thought that I was gonna teach you a lesson for messing with my tribe, they were really surprised when I just came to drop off food for you.”

* “Well, I’m not sure if I would win if we were to fight.”

* “But I don’t want to hurt you!”

* The werewolf sits up from the ground to face you, there’s panic, worry, and sorrow in his eyes.

* You’re taken aback how this stranger is acting very caring towards you.

* “I… well… I-“

* “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

* The werewolf’s ears perk up with your response, the gloomy feelings that once was there are now fading away

* “I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you, and the more I’m not with you, the worse it gets.”

* What are you doing?

* “I never felt like this before, so vulnerable, so scared, so anxious. Especially for someone else who I barely know!”

* You try to reign back your feelings, but they keep flowing out of your mouth.

* “The thought of you getting hurt, the thought of never seeing you again, the thought of there’s someone out there trying to take you away from me… it’s painful. And I just-“

* You look up at the wolf who’s staring at you intently, there’s no malice of or judgement, there’s something else, something just as intense.

* You forgot what you were gonna say next.

* “Today was a long fucking day”

* The absurdity of this entire month finally dawns on you, you were so used to being the strangest person in town, and now you have to deal with werewolves and witchcraft.

* “I’m sorry for chasing you around in your own house

* “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

* “I’m sorry for yelling at you twice infront of your people.”

* “I’m sorry for stealing your food and leaving without saying anything”

* “Hey, in your defense… you were dying.”

* …..

* The both of you burst out laughing, this was a whole mess, you and this werewolf you don’t know the name of are just one big mess.

* “Y’know come to think of it, I didn’t even got your name, yet.”

* The wolf snapped out of their jovial mood and puts his hands on his face. Cute.

* “Fergus the bloody, at your service”

* Now that’s a title for a werewolf, must be an alpha thing.

* “Call me Y/N”

* You and your new friend, Fergus the alpha, smile at eachother as you said your goodbyes.

* And for the first time in forever, you couldn’t wait to him again.

[astraystayyh]

Alright I only have one thing to say Sahar. Thank you. Thank you so much for invisible thread and for literary just existing. I cannot explain properly I words how amazing this fic is. You don't even deserve words you deserve poems darling.

One of the things that stood out to me the most was how you represented reader's PTSD because of her mother. As a person who went through a very similar experience (and I do have PTSD yay) this is detailed correctly to the last word. The way you explained reader's guilt properly and her not feeling upset even though her mom died is a very real thing that I have seen happen to me and some of the people around me who've gone through similar experiences. I don't why I'm so fixated on these amazing descriptions but maybe it's because it's not often that I see these things portrayed correctly in media, even in books. Ma'am I will pay you to become an actual author.

I also noticed the way you wrote Y/N's hesitance to love again which was very beautifully conveyed in the first paragraphs. It's like we've known loneliness and desperation for so long that it's the only feeling we have and we accept that it is our destiny. But then Minho steps in and Y/N just feels something else. Something other than loneliness and longing for people to love her. She finally feels proper love and she receives it too. And that's just so comforting.

The colour thing omg I will ramble about this and no one can stop me! It was so painfully beautiful, and I mean that in a good way. Minho's little breakdown and Y/N just straight up feeling guilty is just so.... I can't explain this emotion (143 I love you hehe). It's almost like this is what is a good relationship when you and your partner both are dependent on each other for support both mental and literally everything else. And Minho also feeling guilty that he broke down? It's almost like this one quote I made in 9th grade and I recently also read on the internet "We may be going to Hell, but we know that we have held Heaven in our arms."

One of the reasons I feel like why this story is so comforting is because it portrays love, not as all roses and Cupids but as actual human love. It portrays love in laughter, in the little inside habits we have, in just sitting in silence knowing that we are fluent in it, in baking cakes, in remembering details, in risking everything to get something the other wants and most importantly, in finding solace in one and other. Babes whatever writing pill you're on, GIMME IT.

Overall, this is now in my "I'm coming back to this after angst" fic list! And I'm gonna read this so many times, my gf's gonna think I'm mental.

I offer this Minho picture to you as a gift for creating such a beautiful piece of literature.

I'm sorry if this too long by the way. I was gonna write a 4 page essay but Tumblr said no. Love you babes! I hope you have a great life and find your Minho too!

(PS: I noticed a few days ago an anon translated your name into their native language so I wanted to tell you that in my native languages, Sahar means adventure (in hindi) and the thorns of a rose (in Telugu))

i can't tell you how much times i reread this since you sent it in ☹️☹️☹️ i just want to thank you first for taking the time to write me such sweet and thoughtful feedback, it truly means the world and more to me 🥹 like you've just made all the nights i spent working on this fic worth it!!!

I'm so happy you found yn's reactions realistic :") i really tried to make them as human as they can be, and not too optimistic where everything is forgotten as soon as she's with minho,, i was really afraid it wouldn't be realistic so thank you for letting me know <33

!!!!!!!! yessss,, with minho she no longer longs for love she just receives it freely, without even asking for it,,, and i feel like that's what healthy relationships are about, just a healthy nurturing love

I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE COLORS THINGIE,, it was such a big part of how they opened up to each other in pt.1 so i figured I NEED TO HAVE IT,, anddd yes both of them are so.. cautious around each other, like they don't want to hurt the other at all costs :(( and that's such a pretty quote wow

your description of what kind of love this is MADE ME SO WARM INSIDE,,, ahhhh love can be so beautiful when it's with the right person 🥹

im genuinely so so so HAPPY you liked this fic and that you found it this comforting ☹️☹️ i don't even know what to say apart from thank you, for being so sweet and for just existing as well!!! i hope you're happy and healthy always <3

[whistlewritesforfun]

I had been (sorta) (kinda) (maybeeeeee) running a cult out of my ranch for years now. It was going pretty well I’d say! It was small but that made it inconspicuous. It was generating plenty of money for me and nobody cared enough about the run down ranch a few miles outside of town that the stranger individuals would visit frequently.

We had just finished up the usual “sacrifice” of a rat, a stringy thing I decided to put out of its misery after seeing it in a pathetic little tank in the store, when a blinding light emerged from its carcass. It was this odd grayish green color. Reminiscent of a rather painful turd or some especially stinky vomit.

Of course every religion needs a figurehead. I’d found some random God in an old history textbook from my mythology class. I’d just so happened to choose one that had a rodent schtick.

You could imagine my surprise when the little rat I’d just speared through exploded with that ugly green light, then warped and twisted. Convulsing about as it changed shape into what could best be described as a star made out of flesh, bone, and rat fur. It was hands down, the GROSSEST thing I’d ever seen.

And THEN the thing had the audacity to start speaking. Every utterance from its tongue caused another convulsion in the warped rat, a faint glow of that green emitting from the eyes. Which were much too far apart by this point. It really was horrible to look it, there were little bones sticking out and puncturing the flesh everywhere. Eugh. I should’ve picked a less gross god, maybe then I would’ve be in this horrendous predicament.

The warped rat body spoke to the congregation for about 30 minutes. For 25 of that I wasn’t paying attention because I didn’t want to barf all over my supposed deity. (There were little droplets of that disgusting rat blood on my ceremonial carpet. That particularly irked me.) For the last 5, I do not think I shall soon forget it.

“This my dear congregation!” (The rat… thingy… hovered a little bit closer to me.) “is a true servant! A true leader! And a true follower. He has blessed you with the gift of my existence. He has shepherded you along the way and through adversity to create my return! This man! He is now my high priest, henceforth until his death!”

“I’m what?” I couldn’t stop the blunt words from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re my high priest!”

“… riiiiiiiiiiiiight.”

“Do you… have doubts?” The rat-jumble asked, its scratchy voice reminded me of someone who was talking right after waking up, but very deep and highly unsettling.

“Am I really quite… priestly enough?” I asked, cringing slightly. It was evident I had made a very very grave mistake by this point.

“You’ve been preaching g for months. You brought me back from my slumber. I was sure I’d never be worshipped again. You are most certainly my high priest.” He… it… the rat thingy assured. I just nodded. I had entirely screwed myself. I was gonna be stuck with this cult the rest of my life…

“To go with your title high-priest, I will bestow on you a gift of my choosing.” Oh goody. Please don’t be dead rats. Please don’t be dead rats.

The rat sphere drifted nearer, the dripping of blood still grating on my nerves. Keeping the abject terror off my face was difficult beyond imagination. The orb then rotated so wherever the tail went in the warped carcass could tap me gently. As it did, I felt the most exhilarating burst of what I can only describe as rat magic.

“You shall be able to heal even the most sick and miserable. With your words, your touch, your compassion. The spread of sound and healthfulness shant be stopped but by your own limitation.”

I wasn’t sure what was appropriate at that moment so I kneeled. A particularly bad idea, as it now bug me in the rat-blood splash zone. I mean SERIOUSLY! This is the grossest vessel that he could’ve possibly picked! My carpet is entirely ruined!

With that final statement however, the pen fell to the ground with the most hideous mush noise, a few crackles, and what can best be written as a “Skrrrrrrsht.”

Now what on earth was I to do with this information… or ability. I certainly couldn’t heal my mind from what I’d just witnessed transpire. Believe me, I was trying. The divine are disgusting. So I wordlessly lead my congregation out of the doors of my makeshift chapel, and to the Waffle House half a mile away.

As is usual for Saturdays, we all ate at the Waffle House in our congregation robes. Today though. The viscous syrup warming my throat brought to mind the mental imagery of the rat blood. I shoved it aside and decided maybe to forgo the waffles… just for today.

You started a scam religion for a quick buck. You begin to panic when your fake god was actually a real forgotten one awakened from new worshippers, declared you it's high priest, and granted you the power of healing.

[wuzhere75]

More goofy idiots; high school musical edition. Also yeah I probably just could have gotten away with Kinkajou (also yes both her and Qibil’s names are misspelled AF in the image I’m not fixing it right now) plus the actual protags but I need to practice for Arc 3 which aparently has like several dozen pseudo-protagonists, which I’m probably going to do in a slightly different style because I like the idea of trying sketchy line art with the procreate brush pen.

Okay now time for the actual headcanons

-I originally was going to give Moon a way different design (her horns where going to be long and curved like ibex horns/crescent moons but I couldn’t get that to work in the sketch; she was going to have a split color design, like one side of her body was going to be light and the other dark like a half moon), but then my brain went “albino=white/pink with red eyes, that’s moon-y because the moon looks white from earth sometimes and blood moons are a thing so red”. I do like the sketch I came up with. I still think I could have gone harder with the wrinkly skin and underbite, since I imagine it those are details frequently found on Nightwings from the volcano.

-I think Moon being a twist villain, or at least an untrustworthy character, would be kind of interesting. Like if she had been the final POV character instead and she’d been kind of this ambiguous, somewhat suspicious guide to the Darkstalker stuff.

-The entire modern Icewing royal family is considered somewhat strange looking by that tribes standards; unusually short horns, typically no fur, and oddly dark and saturated colors. I’m not from a place that gets snowy, white winters that often. More “everything dies back and it gets muddy, foggy, and frosty”, thus Winter’s color palette.

-I have a headcanon that firescales/fireless twin sets are technically identical (Sky being NB), it’s just due to the presences of no/too much fire, their features develop differently. Peril has far richer and saturated colors than Sky, but their actual patterns are identical. Due to her fire, Peril’s feathers never properly grew in (she’s like the sphinx cat equivalent of a Skywing), while Sky by comparison is very floofy. However if you peeled Sky (shaved off their feathers), they would have the exact same body shapes and features as their sister. Also the aforementioned color patterns are based of the American Kestrel.

-I have a couple of old Turtle designs kicking around my Procreate; I originally was going to use one of them (which I might post at some point to embarrass myself), to inspire this one. However, I ended up creating something entirely new. My original design had him as a lot more solid, gross yellow-y shade of green, with no tan underbelly or needle. However I discovered that the underbelly and needle would give him some nice resemblance to his sister Tsunami. Also I was using mata-mata turtles as one of my primary design references and damn those bois got schnoze.

-Turtle also would have been an interesting twist villain. Like if we got faked out like “he’s too suspicious to be the bad guy” and then he just is.

-Funny thing about Qibil; I always mis-remembered Qibils earring as having a black diamond earring rather than an “orange sunstone” one. Perhaps I was confusing his drip with Blister’s. He gets both as a treat. Also the reason why he has the classic fan depiction head sail strandy-thingy because of the scar his mom gave him. The sail behind the scar grew back all delicate and long; he’s let it grow out to see how long it can get.

-The little unneeded spite for the series/fandom I have for some reason built up on Qibil for some reason. Maybe because seemingly the rest of the fandom worships the little guy. I’d probably like him if I actually read the books, but I have developed a stupid re-write of him where he is sort of like the annoying little brother of the Jade Winglet and Jade Moutain as a general who thinks he is hotter shit than he is that nobody dares talk down to for fear of bringing mama Thorn or big sister Sunny down on their asses. He’s tried to flirt with everybody in his winglet and they’ve all pushed him away with some degree of gentleness.

-IDK who was the first fan artist to do magenta-yellow-cyan Kinkajou but it sure as hell works. I have a headcanon that younger Rainwing dragonets tend to have brighter, saturated comfort colors (image the “crayola water marker base pack” color palette). However as Rainwings mature, they tend to “mild” out their comfort colors with more varied hues. Thus, she used to have the neon pink-yellow color palette when she was younger. Also she kind of ended up looking kind of like a lychee or rambutan and I love it.

-I didn’t have too many thoughts on Umber. I mostly just focused on making him look different enough from Clay while still making him look like a possible sibling.

-I thought I was going to put more effort into Carnelians design, but I ended up just yeeting something together based off the real world carnelian stone.

-I know Anenome is described as being pink and blue/white in the books, but where I live we have neat little pink tipped green anemones so that’s her color palette. Also I imagine she wears a lot more jewelry when she’s at home but she just took a few things with her to school.

[riftid-fox]

I normally don't mention anything related to spoilers, but jfc, nobody has mentioned just yet and I can't take screenshots due to Netflix being an ass, so I'mma point some things out

THIS HAS RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: THE MOVIE SPOILERS, GO WATCH THE MOVIE OR SKIP THIS POST IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE/READ SPOILERS

Now, in the first 4mins if the movie, I don't see nobody mentioning how Future/Adult Leo has Raph's and Donnie's masks around the halt (?) Of his sword, (he also only has one (1) sword, so he can't use his portal jumping mystic power that well) and also, this also really makes a reference to The Last Ronin (Mirage, I believe), or something like that, since I know for sure 3 out of 4 masks are in some sort of weapon, I don't really recall, since I don't read those comics

Not only that, but when the turtles are interrogating Casey Jones (Future Casey Jones? Future boy? Future boy), Donnie mentions Genius Apparel (that seems to be a TM that Donnie himself made. We can also see the logo on Casey's poncho thingy, and in his mask on the lower left corner when we have 1st person POV, ex: When Casey is talking about what to do, and plans to search for April, we can see the scene of his mission changing from "Find artifact" to something else), and not only that, we can also see the logo when the turtles are trying to stop Warren Stone and Hypno-potamus, when Donnie mentions "Get ready to Donnie'd by my mystic tech", his little purple electric wall thingy HAS THAT SAME LOGO

ALSO, IN THE FIRST 4MINS OF THE MOVIE, WE SEE A GIGANTIC VERSION OF S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N FALLING FROM THE SKY, AND WHAT APPEARS TO BE A RESISTANCE BASE BEING DECIMATED

And I THINK I found the way the future turtles go... If you know what I mean.

It seems Raph was the first to go, since concept art points out that Raph was just a mech used by future April, and who could have possibly created all the technology the resistance had? Donnie

So Raph was the first to go, Donnie created Mecha Raph, Donnie was the second to go, and that seemed to caused MANY problems for the resistance, and cause it's doom, Mikey was the third to go, after Leo ordered him to create a time portal to send Casey back in time, and the Leo was VAPORIZED by one of the Kraang mech thingies

Not only that, but like...

In all of the TMNT series (except maybe the OG one) Leo and Raph had always had have this whole thing when Raph ends up either in command of the team and something happens that messes it up. In short, this two had always have a competition (?) Of sorts towards the leadership position.

In Rise, Raph is finally the leader, but Splinter appoints Leo as the new one in the S2 finale, and that causes conflict.

Raph seemed to be angry at Leo for making the team so less... Professional? And Leo is like "Yeah, right, we're fine, everything's fine, what's the worst that can happen?" So we finally have the Raph vs Leo fight that they always have relating to leadership.

Not only that, but on the same fight, we see Leo having a FREAKING FLASHBACK MOMENT, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!? He was ready to strike Kraang-Raph, but stopped at seeing his brother's face. Not only that, but for a few seconds after that, we can see Leo's eyes becoming smaller and himself looking somewhat disoriented, and like WHAT THE FUCK!? HOLY SHIT! HE HAD A (MOST POSSIBLE) FLASHBACK FROM WHEN RAPH SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO TAKE THE HIT FROM KRAANG, AND I JUST!?!?

Also, in that scene, for a HUGE second, I thought that the tentacle that Kraang used against Leo, that Raph took the hit from, ACTUALLY made a stab wound on Raph's shoulder and I PANICKED SO BADLY JSJSJSJ

Also, the whole "We are the... Teenage... Mutant... Ninja... Turtles!" Hit me really hard and It's one of my favorite scenes of the movie

Also also, what the hell is the shinny blue liquid that April got from her school? Did she explained it and I missed it? Or is it... Wait for it... Ooze! (I know it probably isn't because the Ooze in Rise appears in a neon green color, but like...? What if...?)

There's also the whole "Leo getting his ass kicked and then thrown through a window" thing since the 2003 series, and people have said that the whole movie it's that scenario for Rise Leo but DID ANYONE MISS IT!? LIKE!?!? I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE THAT SAW THAT, RIGHT!?

What I mean is, after Casey closes the portal, Kraang starts beating up Leo, and In his last punch against the blue bandana turtle, the whole thing they were standing in caves in, and Kraang sends Leo flying, that really references to Leo getting thrown through a window

Also during this scene, I SWEAR, I THOUGHT WE HAD LOST LEO FOR A HOT SECOND, LIKE HE WAS JUST THERE, AND HE WASN'T MOVING!

Not only that, but the small rock thingy at his back seems very similar to Raph's shell, including the new hole caused by Kraang, and it was shining in a fucking red like light!?! Hello???

Also, LEO WAS READY TO SAY "BYE CRUEL WORLD"?? LIKE, HE LITERALLY SAW THE SHINE OF MIKEY'S PORTAL AND SEEMED TO THINK THAT THAT WAS IT???? LIKE!??!?!?

Also something I would like to call attention to, the turtles were exhausted like, Raph couldn't move his body that well when he went to rescue Mikey and Donnie, Donnie was also really tired, and then Mikey with the portal and then Leo being beaten up??

Like damn bitch, give this kids a fucking rest

Also, when April and Splinter we're testing things to destroy the key, one of them was "Donnie's stomach" and I? Fucking? Lost it?, It was so hilarious wtf

And when the Kraang is gone and the turtles hug, after that there's this scene when a girl is looking at her phone and we can read the messages, one of them, the last one, is "our HEROES 💙🧡💜❤️" Or something pretty similar and I'm like?? Does New York KNOWS about the turtles?? Since when??? (Also, I haven't watched S2 because it's not in Netflix, so don't quote me on that)

Not only that, but when Cassandra sends the pictures to April, the last one has Cassandra giving the middle finger to the Kraang and it's covered up by an emoji

Also, when Leo and Raph and having that moment just after that, the toppings of Leo's pizza change??? Or was it just me???

Also, why didn't we got Casey saying 'Googala'?

And for another HOT second, I thought that Leo was gonna lose an arm, don't ask me why cause idk

And like, Donnie protecting Mikey from the Kraang-Metro monster, when Mikey mentions Donnie's soft shell after his battle shell was destroyed, Donnie smiled at Mikey (or I think he did) for a fraction of a second, as in assuring him that everything was gonna be fine and I can't-

Any WAYS, that was my rant

Main points (or most of them):

Future Leo has Raph's and Donnie's masks on his sword

From what I could gather, in the future, Raph was the first to go, Donnie created a Mech version of Raph (shown in a concept art for the movie), and he himself was the second to go, the resistance fell, and it lead to the first 4mins of the movie, Mikey followed and then Leo

Donnie apparently has a TM, and we can see the logo for it inside Casey's mask, his poncho, and his mystic wall during the Warren and Hypno persecution and in Casey's entire tech (such as his wrist grappling hook when Donnie presses down)

We see some sort of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that was turned into a airship of sorts that falls from the sky

Leo vs Raph (that's it, that's the whole point)

Leo seemed to have PTSD flashbacks related to when Raph sacrificed himself to get the hit from Kraang

Leo did indeed, got thrown through a window, but in this case was a alternate dimension rock (and an entire movie...)

We can also see a rock similar to Raph's shell during the whole Leo vs Kraang fight after Casey closes the portal

Leo was ready to say "goodbye world" for a HOT second there

This boys need some god-damned rest

Apparently New York knows about the existence of the turtles?? And are fine with them???

So yeah, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and give this god-damned movie some support and love!!

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

[elexaria]

i .. couldn’t resist > //// <

i’m such a sucker for dirty n gross johnny hes find as he’ll i won’t him xx

also i really wanted to actually grow some balls and post on here finally GSJEBSJSH hihihi

NSFW — MDNI !!

It's the last thing you'd needed. A night out with the workplace. Even if this one was special — Culture Night. Not that you considered yourself to have too much culture; you were born and bred in England, after all. Still, you tried your utmost hardest to delve deep into your family roots, grasping at straws when it came to your heritage. Your Granny Eileen was Irish, wasn't she? Maybe you could start from there.

You felt like a fraud as you stood in front of the mirror, hands gently surfing across the linen that draped down your curves. It felt like a cosplay, for fuck's sake.

Huffing, you finished off your ensemble by tying a leather cord around your waist, making sure your braid was neat and proper while you were at it. You felt insecure, namely because you wouldn't be able to give any insight into your heritage.

'Ah, yeah... it's— uh... a— traditional... Irish... dress... thingy—' is what you'd probably have to say the entire evening.

A dress thingy.

The office was bustling with camaraderie as everyone proudly displayed their identities to one another. Your manager stood tall in his colorful dashiki shirt, laughing as he joked around with your fellow coworkers. You felt your chest warm as you gazed at pretty abayas and modest hanboks. It was … beautiful. Seeing this much culture and liveliness in the office made you swell up with a sense of wonder.

And then it hit you like a freight train.

You were wearing the linen Celtic dress, without a smidge of context as to what it should mean to you.

With a sigh, you found your seat close to the walls of the office, nursing a cold can of Diet Coke as you watched everyone. You had never deeply considered the personal roots of everyone in the store, it's true, but you couldn't help but find yourself entertaining the smallest mirth of admiration. Chuckling from afar at the sight of your colleagues learning from one another.

“Ye’re a fine sight for sair een, wee kitty cat.” A familiar Scottish brogue hums out from besides you.

Johnny.

Groaning, you glance up to greet him— your eyes widening at the sight before you. Fucking Hell, he was hairy.

Thick, stocky calves littered with tufts of hair were nothing compared to how good he looked wearing a tartan kilt. His devilish grin widens as he drinks in the way you stare, his hands pawing at the hem of his kilt. He looked like he was entertaining the idea to flash you.

“Fucks sake, Johnny—“ You squeaked out, shielding your eyes as his hearty laughter makes your blood run hot. He sits opposite you, large thighs splayed out in a typical man spread. Your eyes were fighting to not glance between his legs.

“Didnae ken yer blood runs Celtic, hen.” He hums out, his fingers deftly running across his scruffy beard hairs with the shit eating grin still spread out on his lips. You can practically feel the heat running from his eyes as they hungrily search your body— the way the linen dress drapes close to your body as your hips splay out so nicely on your seat. It makes your skin crawl.

“I—“ You pause, looking away as you search for the right words. Even from the corner of your eye, you can slowly see his thighs spread out wider and wider with each passing moment. You swear you can catch a glimpse of— No way. You were probably seeing things.

With an uncomfortable shift in your seat, you look back to Johnny with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders. “M’ nan was Irish.” You simply reply, nodding as you stand up from your seat— which earns a gruff yet powerful grunt from Johnny.

“Irish, aye? Perhaps ye’ll hae a bit o’ Scottish in ye if yer lucky.” He purrs, his hand reaching out to grope your arse as you walk off. You wince, your body immediately recoiling at his touch. God, he was fucking repulsive. You could throw a bacon sarnie across the room and you’re pretty sure Johnny would fuck it before it even touches the ground.

The evening seems to drag on, your body stiffening in the presence of Johnny— with that stupid grin as he purposely tries to spread his legs out as far as possible when you’re around.

“Is it true what they say, John? Do you not wear anything underneath a kilt?” A colleague asks with a laugh.

“Aye, I’m braw under here. Au naturel, baby.” He grins, shooting a playful wink as he causes an uproar of laughter. Even with a whole crowd laughing at his words, he still looks to you with that disgustingly sweet yet charming expression. Your eyes falter down to his spread legs, a warmth rushing to your cheeks as you notice a thick, dense bush of hairs— the faintest glimpse of his swollen balls and the tip of his cock peeking through.

He knows you’ve seen him, and it only makes his grin grow even wider.

He’s so fucking repulsive :(

Aaah I’m so glad you rebloged the soap in a kilt pic! That man has been PLAGUING me for days thinking about Soap being gross in his kilt. Using as an excuse to flash you constantly because no one’s gonna say shit. His chronic man spreading gets SO much worse, always sitting across the room so if you so much as glance at him you get an eye full of his cock and balls resting on the chair. God he’s the worst. Cornering you in a supply closet and facefucking you, tucking your head under the kilt. Ugh!

AHHHHH I didn’t even consider flashing in his kilt…….oh BROTHER…..oh I’m begging someone to write this

[dirty-brainrot]

(What is this)

I FOUND THIS IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF MY DRAFTS.... I do not remember writing this probably made this when I was half asleep at 2 am and thought it was funny lol. So uhm, enjoy this embarassing thing.

Pairing: Kakyoin Noriaki x Reader

Warning: Perverted thoughts, Tentacle hentai but nothing happens,

"Hey, Y/N-chan! What are you reading?" You hear footsteps approach you. You only hummed in response knowing it was Kakyoin.

Since Jotaro was a long friend of yours, a mystery on how that even came about, Kakyoin instantly became your friend as soon as he and Jotaro came back from the 50+ day trip to Egypt.

Hearing Mrs. Seiko (Holly) falling ill because of DIO, you wanted to help them on their journey but Jotaro wouldn't let you. Not only that, your parents would absolutely kill you if they found out you went on an adventure with 4 men— well, 5 and a dog. Also, missing classes would badly affect your grades. You could only help and guard Mrs. Seiko against any stand dangers.

You were sitting alone on the school rooftop while waiting for the two bizarre boys until the other one had arrived. Peeking up from your book, you only saw Kakyoin and Jotaro was nowhere to be seen.

"A manga?" He mumbles sitting beside you, interested in what you were reading.

"W-wait... Th-that's not any ordinary manga.." Kakyoin's voice was almost a whisper but you still heard it.

You were not reading a normal manga, it's more of an erotic manga. You were reading hentai to be precise.

"A-ah, I didn't think you were the type to read this, Y/N-chan..." His cheeks were tinted slightly with pink. "You don't know a lotta thing about me kak~" You snickered, enjoying the sight of a slightly flustered kakyoin.

"I wouldn't choose tentacle hentai but the art style just draws me in, you know?.. plus it'll be good material for my book..." You spoke the last part quietly while flipping to the other page. "Normally I would just go for the hot futanari stuff. Buuut~" You stretched the word "but" before continuing. "Good plot and, again, good style." You made weird gestures to the page and then tapped at it for drawing Kakyoin's attention.

"Oh, so you read hentai only for the plot and style?" Weirdly finding this interesting, the red-head cherry boy asked.

"And material for my book." You mumble, getting invested into the manga as it was getting into the good part.

"Ah..." Kakyoin nodded thinking about..stuff but he quickly shook them off. Hearing your giggles, he leaned to take a peek a the page, curious to see what you found funny.

"Look at this kak, they made an accident here." You pointed at the creature's tentacle. "In this panel, the monster has 12 tentacles, and now look at this panel."

Dragging your finger on the soft yet rough texture of the paper, you pointed at the 4th panel. "The monster suddenly gained some more tentacles and the girl lost her earrings." Kakyoin chuckled at your attention to details.

You babbled further but Kakyoin's thoughts started to drift away. 'Hm, tentacle hentai huh... [Hierophant Green] can do that..maybe they would want to...!'

His mind is now quickly being filled with nasty hormonal thoughts. 'What would it feel like doing it while using [Hierophant]...'

He glanced at you, you were still busy rambling about hentai. 'Would they-- NORIAKI! NO!! GAH!!!' He shook the nasty thoughts forming in his brain away by thinking about something else and refusing to look at the manga.

"Oh hey, Isn't one of [Hierophant Melon] powers' to make tentacles?" The cherry boy looked at her with wide eyes, dumbfounded at her question. Y/N only looked at him with innocent (eye color) orbs.

"Well, yeah... [Hierophant] can make his limbs into tentacle." He rubbed the nape of his neck, his cheeks reddening.

"Is this getting too weird..? I'm sorry.."

You quickly averted your gaze from kakyoin and focused on the erotic manga at hand. "I tend to ask the weirdest of things.." You let out an airy, nervous chuckle.

"It's ok, it just...took me off-guard."

You closed the manga, not before putting a bookmark. "Ok so this may sound weird and...kinky but can I... see and touch [Melon]'s tentacles?" Like how Kakyoin reacted to you reading the erotic manga earlier, your voice slowly getting shy and turning into a whisper.

Kakyoin has never seen you act so bashful, he found it adorable, even in the bizarre situation he's in. "Strange request but sure, why not." He gave you a small smile and called out [Hierophant Green]'s tentacle. It was in front of you, moving like a serpent.

"Interesting... This is a good material for my book..." You mumble before setting down the manga beside you and began petting the tentacle. "So it's like a snake but no mouth and kinky." You stated while observing its reaction to your touches. Kakyoin giggled at the last part.

Gently petting the tentacle, you turn your attention to Kakyoin who was now watching your every move. "Can you feel it?"

"Yeah, it feels like you're petting me"

Humming back in response, you looked at the tentacle and back at the redhead. You had an idea, feeling a little mischievous, you maintained an intense eye contact with him and slowly bend down to peck the tentacle.

Surprised at the unexpected gesture, Kakyoin's noodle hair flew up, his face crimson red.

You giggled at his reaction, trying not to laugh. He quickly retracted back his stand. "Very cute."

Jotaro had finally arrived on the rooftop and looked at Kakyoin with a confused expression. "What's up with him." Asked the emo boy, curious about what had happened.

You smiled, standing up, you grabbed your unholy manga. "Dunno. Anyways, I'm gonna go grab a drink because you took so long." And then you began to walk away trying not to burst out of laughter.

Kakyoin was still beet red and he tried his best to cover up his face not wanting Jotaro to see the state he's in.

⤷ Reader is kinda like Rohan, the "oh this will be good for my thingy thang" and being attentive to details anddd Reader can also touch stands because of this. :P

'That was a...bizarre experience...'

[caramelcal]

His Favorite Girl

a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?” 

STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah

i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol

sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x 

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...

“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”

“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.

His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.

She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.

They seemed fun.

Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.

“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.

She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.

“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.

He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”

“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.

He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.

“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”

“Like an hour, baby. Why?”

However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.

He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”

His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.

He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.

To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.

“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”

Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.

Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.

Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.

“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.

His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.

“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.

Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.

“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.

He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.

“Luke what’s going on?”

“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.

However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.

. . .

“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”

“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.

“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state. 

They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.

Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.

Maybe it was.

Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.

This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.

“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.

She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.

God, he loved her.

“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.

Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”

Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.

Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.

Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”

With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.

“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.

He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”

She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”

“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.

He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.

“Fuck, Bambi,”

Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.

Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”

“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”

His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?

Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.

Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.

Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.

“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.

“Lu-”

“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.

“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.

“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”

And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.

[kira-fluff]

Hey heyy, have you thought about writing another common trope headcanon / oneshot with the MysMe guys?

Because the “only one bed” was extremely good!!

Even if you decide not to do it, just know that your blog and your talent amazes me<3

a/n: Did you even have to ask??? OF COURSE IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOL thank you gorgeous <3 I decided to try putting it in a fanfic (one shot unless requested) format since it's definitely quite long and making a mini-series featuring those you request for me to include in my next fic or a pt2! :) also this is a slow burn and is quite spicy <3 Also, I did my best not to make it like the whole share the room thingy again!! ***I’m not fluent in French pls don’t @ me

Length: 6k lol 

A Series of Unfortunate Events Fake Dating - Jumin Han 

A sudden message beep surprised you, causing you to look down at your phone. It was a text message from Jumin: Call me.  Immediately suspecting the worst, you quickly pressed his contact, the number dialing in seconds. There was a few seconds that ran by before the other end answered with a curt, "Y/n."  "Jumin, hey, is something wrong?", you asked, worriedly.  "Everything is perfectly fine. I was calling to ask you a favor -- feel free to decline." Jumin never asked for favors, or your help in general.. you knew whatever it was you were determined to assist him in the best way possible. "Of course, Jumin! Anything."  There was silence for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it this favor was truly worth asking before he spoke, "Please decline if you are unable to but... I was wondering if you'd be willing to indulge my father. He's insisted that I bring you with me to our business closure."  "Jumin", you began, "I'd be honored. I'd love to!"  On the other line, there was a sigh of relief (or of worry, you weren't sure). "Mr. Kim will be at your apartment to pick you up tomorrow. The meeting is taking place in Monoco -- pack for a ten-day trip" There was a pause before Jumin breathed out a quiet, "Thank you."  You couldn't hold back your smile, thankful that the conversation was over the phone, making it impossible for him to see your dopey expression. He hung up, leaving you to pack. Your mind quickly wandered from what you needed in your suitcase to worrisome waters.  You and Jumin had a very deep friendship following the party you’d thrown, spending the time following the ginormous celebration to get to know each other. It warmed your heart that your newfound friend took so much joy in being with you -- even when he tried not to show it. You lost track of the number of times you ended up sleeping over at his penthouse after accidentally staying up until 4am talking with him, swishing expensive wine in your mouths.  You didn’t expect falling in love to come so easily. You were someone who was quite choosey with your partners -- you weren’t one to fall easily for anyone. Even in your past relationships that sometimes lasted years, you’d never felt the way your heart felt now that you were with him. And yet, you were best friends. You were sure you meant something to him in so far as friendship, but you had respected him when he’d gotten drunk one of the first nights he met you and spouted out his heart to you.. 

-  “Y/n, to tell you the truth.... I’ve never fallen in love before.” He gazed up at you lackadaisically from his position on the sofa -- head rested over the top of the sofa cushion, his arm lazily resting under his chin. He started at you for a moment, his gray eyes gazing into your own with a hazy, absent feeling in them.  You laughed, “I find that hard to believe.” You walked over to him, absent-mindedly running your fingers through his tousled hair. He let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh, his eyes closing gently.  You leaned in close to him, looking him in the eye. “Can I tell you something, too?” He nodded. “I haven’t either.”  -  You grinned at the memory. You firmly believed that conversation was what brought you and him together closer than ever before. He’d always found an excuse to call you over for the silliest of reasons. Either he needed a certain form that he was positive he accidentally slipped into your bag on accident and needed to see it first-hand to check, or he realized he’d bought more wine than was necessary for a night alone.  It made you smile for months that he couldn’t get out the words “I miss you” or “I want you to come over”. Even to you, the words sounded intimate.. but that was the way your relationship worked -- you were very close with each other, as two best friends ought to be.  Still, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way your heart began to constrict when he got especially close to you. You couldn’t help it when you’d shiver when he gently brushed cat fur away from your cheek. You were shocked that despite his perceptive personality, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge your deep blush during these interactions... maybe he was uncomfortable with them.... you hoped not.  There were times the air was knocked out of you. Literally. Once, you weren’t paying attention to the fact that the sidewalk had ended and you were walking straight into oncoming cars coming off the highway when a muscular arm slid around your waist and pressed your body flush to his own. You stared with eyes wide open at Jumin, who comically seemed equally surprised at his actions. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trickled down to his sultry lips, taking in their beautiful red-wine color, blooming like dark roses. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with your current state of mind and physical wellbeing. When you finally managed to get your mind out of the gutter, you thanked him profusely, grabbing his hands impulsively and begging to reward him in some way. His answer surprised you, “I--uh-- a movie. I’d like to do more research watching one of those movies you enjoy watching.. for business sales and such.”  “Sure!! I can recommend anything! I’ll drop the email by your office tomorrow” you answered.  A panicked expression took over his face for a moment before returning to its familiar stoicism, “You won’t watch it also?” Your eyes widened in confusion before you answered hurriedly, “Oh! Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I just wouldn’t want to bother you if you were doing it for work purposes.”  You could never bother me you thought you heard him say, but you couldn’t be sure.  Yep, you were in love with Jumin.  When you at last finished packing, you went to bed, looking forward to the mystery that befell tomorrow.  -  You rose bright and early to prepare for the exciting trip that was bound to come. You couldn’t help the extra bit of effort you ended up putting into your appearance in anticipation of seeing Jumin again and.. possibly sitting next to him on an aircraft.  Right on time, you received a text message from Mr. Kim, indicating that he had arrived at your apartment right on time. As you opened your apartment door to carry your luggage downstairs, you were met with numerous familiar faces of Jumin’s employees who quickly took your heavy luggage items for you. You thanked them, making your way to the elevator with them.  You texted Jumin: Thanks for the help with my luggage :)  In a matter of seconds, you received a reply, Jumin: You’re welcome.  Grinning down at your phone, you didn’t notice your driver's light chuckle, a look of astonishment in his eyes. These blind kids.  You continued to chatter along with Jumin on your phone, at last arriving at the rendezvous point where Jumin and the Chairman pulled in identical black limos alongside your own.  “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I can take it from here.”  Mr. Kim nodded in obedience, ushering you to go to Jumin. Jumin patted the leather seat next to his own in the sleek limousine. You held back a laugh, there were plenty of other seats open for you to sit.. but it warmed your heart that he wanted you right next to him. As friends. The Chairman joined the two of you, sitting across from his son, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only Jumin could recognize. A silent conversation took place between Jumin and his father -- Jumin beginning with a raised eyebrow. The Chairman replied with a sly smirk. Jumin with a scowl, his father with a growing grin. You watched the conversation continue silently before the Chairman at last spoke, “Jumin, my son, I’m overjoyed to see you’ve brought your Y/n with you.” A flash of annoyance crossed Jumin’s face as he said, “My... Y/n?”  You blanched.. of course the thought of you being his made him uncomfortable... but you didn’t think he’d be angry.  “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us. However, as much as I hate to ask this of you, there is something I desperately need from you.”  Before you could speak Jumin interjected, “Absolutely not.”  You caressed his hand, looking up at him with kind eyes, “Jumin, hey, it’s okay.” Looking toward Jumin’s father you said, “Whatever it is, I’ll do my very best.” Jumin’s jaw feathered a bit, but he said no more.  He grinned, “Aren’t you a kind girl. Well, in this business deal, the contract was originally contingent on Jumin marrying his daughter -- which I was against from the beginning. After all, I know the importance of loving the one you wish to be with.” (Jumin rolled his eyes at that.) “Anyway, I declined the offer.”  You were confused, unsure where your part came in.  As if reading your mind, he continued saying, “However, I perhaps let it slip that you two were engaged. I figured you both are so close with each other already, that it would be no issue to play a bit of husband and wife for the sake of business, no?”  Jumin was furious, his nose flared, jaw clenched with hands gripping his knee. “How dare--”  You glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek, a worried expression painted your face. When he glanced at you, his eyes widened and his shoulders relaxed. This did not go unnoticed by the Chairman.  “We’ll do it, won’t we Jumin?” he looked surprised but made no objection. You leaned in close and whispered shyly, “I want to do something as thanks for this amazing trip.. and for you.”  - Jumin dared to swallow. For me? What the hell does that mean? You were driving him crazy. Every time he looked at you he had to fight to readjust his attention to something else. Does she know what it does to me when she touches me? Even a little bit?  When you’d put your hand on him, Jumin felt his chest and neck grow impossibly hotter, hotter than he’d been feeling when you’d first sat down next to him. Hotter than when you leaned in close and breathily asked him, “Jumin... how long until we’re at the airport?” It was like you’d drawn out every syllable, breathing out every consonant -- your breath tickling his neck. He imagined what it would feel like to have your plump, rosy lips on his neck, on his chest, on his lips, on his-- he was in over his head. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Usually, control was not an issue for Jumin -- in fact, he considered it one of his greatest strengths. From his leadership position in his father’s company, C&R, to his well-controlled temperament and stress management.. Jumin just didn’t do “no control”.  At first, it intrigued him. He could remember the exact day it hit him. He’d invited you to an elegant dinner his company hosted to celebrate (in a sort of “humble-brag” sort of way) yet another successful business closing with one of the biggest corporations in America. He’d been finishing off yet another glass of his new Domaine de la Romanee-Conti he’d bought when his eyes at last placed you at the front of the champagne server. His eyes raked up and down the soft, silk gown that clung to your body in all the right places. The gown hung loosely, exposing your back and most of your chest, a sultry slit separating one of your elegant legs from the other hidden in the fabric. It was a breath-taking emerald color... but all Jumin could really think of is how he’d take it off. Your hair was curled and done-up marvelously with little white pearls decorating the crown of your head like you had stars in your hair... but all Jumin could really think of was how he’d mess it up. His cheeks were on fire. Everything in his body had risen in temperature of what felt like a hundred degrees. He twirled his wine glass between his fingers before setting it down at one of the well-decorated tables. I must have a fever, he thought, that must be it. Your eyes found his person just as he was turning around to leave, speed walking to one of the penthouse balconies for fresh air. You raced after him or at least followed him as fast as your obnoxious heels allowed you to go.  You breathlessly met him as he was staring out into the night. Jumin realized that his temperature was slowly returning to normal. Perhaps the room was a bit suffocating. I’ll be sure to message Mr. Kim about increasing the air conditioning in the room. But... looking back on it now, Jumin knew he was lying to himself even then. Because, when he turned around he almost let out a shout. And his breath became uneven again, and it felt so burning hot all over again.  You slowly crept toward him, donning a concerned expression saying, “Jumin... are you alright?” Jumin backed into the marble railing. He was so eloquent normally but all he could let out then was a choked, “Fine.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every step closer, he wanted to run. The stars were reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight made your supple skin look impossibly softer... You gently cupped his face and whispered, “Jumin, talk to me..? Please?” Jumin was heaving, looking down at you with rosy red cheeks and burning ears. “I--I think I have a... fever. A fever.”  You gasped, taking one of your hands and lightly grasping the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. His eyes widened as you took your other cold hand and placed it on his burning forehead. “Oh my god! Oh my gosh, we -- ambulance! An ambulance.. a doctor? Or.. are you... drunk?”  “My room... please,” he begged.  You looked him up and down, examining his face for strain or discomfort. When you couldn’t find any, you let out a breath -- perhaps you’d overreacted. Nonetheless, you swung his arm over your shoulder and trudged through the now quiet dining area. Most had filtered out to the ballroom for dancing. You’d been here a million times, so remembering the way was no chore. You fished through his shirt and coat pockets, running your gentle digits across his chest, assuming the moan Jumin gave off was due to pain, still, a blush flushed your cheeks. “Sorry, I’m almost done.” You held him against the wall since at this point he couldn’t stand. Maybe I am a little drunk, he thought. You moved down to his pants pockets, your hands roaming through a business card and other odds and ends, eliciting another soft groan from Jumin. “Almost there...” you breathed, at last pulling out a key card and with a soft beep, opening his penthouse suite. You gently carried him to his bed before going to grab a glass of water and a cold washcloth. When one was placed on the table and the other on his forehead, you at last placed a warm throw blanket you’d found in his closet over him.  ...That memory became a source of numerous dreams. Jumin couldn’t forget it, no matter how many times he’d wished he wanted to (or wished it all to happen again).  - You gazed at him, looking at the way his expression hardened at times, softening and then suddenly switching to an expression you’d never seen before. What was he thinking about? You bit your lip, nervous that Jumin might change his mind upon meeting this woman his business partner wanted him to marry. She was certainly more beautiful, right? After all, Jumin hadn’t necessarily made any physical contact voluntarily toward you more than an occasional back rub in your asked after a long day at work, or if he got drunk while you two accidentally stayed up late -- then he’d sometimes caress your face with a love-sick expression and saying little things like, “You’re beautiful.” It was cute, for sure, but what drunk doesn’t turn into a soft puddle of goo, complimenting everyone around them?  You leaned into him as subtly as you could manage, closing your eyes to concentrate for a few minutes.  - You jumped awake when a deep voice rumbled in your ear, “We’re here.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and sure enough, when you looked up, you saw a slight smile on his face. “Did you have a good dream?” You looked toward your left, thankful the Chairman was already out of the limousine and speaking on his phone to someone. “I--I had a dream?”  Jumin’s smirk stretched a little wider, “Yes. You said my name a couple times.”  Your eyes widened in shock before saying, “Oh! That dream! Yeah, I was dreaming that you were being eaten alive by bears and I was forced to watch!” God, you were such a bad liar. Jumin blinked. He felt sort of stupid. “Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I see--”  Grateful for his gullibleness, you added, “Why, what did you think I was dreaming about?”  Jumin avoided eye contact saying, “Not anything in particular.”  A call for Jumin interrupted your conversation, making Jumin almost run out of the limo. You smiled a bit, a little flush rising up to your ears.  Jumin returned again, grabbing your hand. “This way,” was all he said. You followed him to the private jet that the Chairman was already boarding. You caught yourself staring at Jumin again as you followed him up the stairs to the entranceway of the cabin. Jumin smartly chose a seat far away from his father’s field of vision. He’d had enough of his unnerving looks when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, whispering things Jumin was beyond grateful only he could hear... at least he hoped. When you occasionally began to whine a bit louder he’d quiet you down by running his hands through your hair and stealing glances toward his father nervously saying, “A nightmare.” He wondered if he’d fooled his father, because the Chairman lightly chuckled and made his way to the passenger seat of the limo, sliding the privacy door shut. It had only gotten worse from there, you almost shouted his name, but he covered your mouth. Heat had been pooling in his stomach for a while now, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. Still, every time he thought of waking you up, you’d grab at his chest or legs,  effectively completely embolizing him.  You, of course, were unaware of all of this. You sat down next to him eagerly and wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close to watch a movie on the jet screens. It was almost 9pm by now, the night sky beginning to close in on the quiet aircraft. Neither of you could remember when you fell asleep, only waking up to the soft announcement of arrival from the pilot on the overhead and a soft blanket placed over the two of you.  You both groggily made your way to your waiting limousine to take you to the complimentary hotel stay at one of the chains owned by your expectant future business partner.  “Of course, I know you two are just friends.” The Chairman looked at you two before continuing, “So I have two hotel rooms, you’re 17 and you, Miss Y/N, are 18. I’m in master suite 3, so feel free to reach out whenever.” His eyes glittered as he said, “Have fun. Remember to act like a loving fiance! Especially you, my son." Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in contempt.  You turned your head toward Jumin, “Um, well, I’m pretty tired as you could probably already tell,” you laughed uncomfortably, “so I think I’ll head off to bed.”  Jumin blinked a few times before saying, “I will as well. Goodnight, Y/N.” You whispered a shy goodnight in reply before slinking into your hotel room.  - You awoke the next day to a call from a maid outside your door - room service. You thanked her before diving into your waffles, complete with chocolate dressing, whipped cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice was delivered along with various other breakfast options and a bowl of kiwi, dragonfruit, apple, watermelon, honeydew, and almost any other fruit you could think of. Following your delicious breakfast, you padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and running the shower. Going through your morning routine helped calm you despite the role you weren’t at all prepared to play in just a few hours.  You jumped at the knock at your door. Looking through the peephole, it was Jumin. Flinging the door open, you looked at him expectantly. You were met with silence other than a few “uh.... uh....”s. You looked at him sarcastically, “What?”  He continued to stare, not at your face, however. You laughed but quickly grew silent as you met his gaze. You were an actual moron. What. The. Fuck. You were still in your fucking panties?!?! You slammed the door shut, running to slip on some shorts you found lying on the ground in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath you gently opened the door this time. Jumin was standing still as a statue when he snapped out of his trance at last. He looked away, “Try not to be dressed. I mean STRESSED.” he sputtered, “I-I’m going to leave now--”  “Um, Jumin?”  He slowly turned around, face as red as a strawberry, “Yes?”  “Um, sorry. About before. Um. Do you-- do you want to get some coffee? I’m still waking up, if you couldn’t already tell,” you laughed nervously.  He smiled warmly, “I’d love to.”  You awkwardly nodded before shutting your door. You ran to your hotel bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You cursed under your breath before making your way to the bathroom once more to finish the makeup look you had begun before being interrupted.  After 45 minutes, you looked your outfit up and down. You packed outfits that were elegant -- you bought clothes that looked expensive but in the kind of way that was subtle. Nude tones and deep colors, specifically. You were aiming for a look that said, “I’m not rich, I’m just comfortable. And by that I mean I’m rich.” You were never insecure about the difference in your and Jumin’s paycheck.. but when you’re supposed to play a part. And if you showed up in your comfy joggers and t-shirt like you normally wore when you visited Jumin or were free from work.. you had a feeling their reaction wouldn’t be the most inviting or understanding.  At last, you stepped out of your room, turning left to knock on Jumin’s door. He beat you to it, opening his door unexpectedly. This caused you to instead lean forward from your momentum and place your hand on his chest. You hurriedly adjusted his tie, doing your best to act as if that’s what you’d meant to do all along.  Jumin appeared to be just as surprised, but grinned, “No leggings and t-shirt today?” You jabbed him with your elbow as you made your way to the coffee bar, “Do you think they’d be all welcoming to your soon-to-be wife if she showed up in lounge clothes?”  “I’ve never complained.”  You scoffed, “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re nice. And, you apparently understand that not everyone can live in a suit every day.”  He paused for a moment before mumbling slightly, “Who cares what they think anyway.”  “I do! I don’t want to let your dad down. I told him I’d do this. We’re in Monaco, Jumin! C’est la vie!” “Parles-tu français?”* “Oui..?”  Jumin chuckled darkly before leaning in, saying, “Tu es juste trop mignonne.”** You blinked before replying, “...oui...?” Jumin looked at you incredulously with a slight smile on his face as he laughed, lightly ruffling your hair.  Jumin ordered for you -- apparently, it was quite clear you only knew a few words in French. Unfortunately, he also paid for you, despite your objections. Before you could yank his platinum card out of his hands, the transaction was already complete. He gazed down at you, an eyebrow raised with a triumphant smirk, “Elle aura aussi beaucoup de crème dans son café.”*** “Hey, what are you saying?! Jumin!! Speak Korean or English or Japanese! Something I can understand!!” You complained.  The worker interjected, “C’est tellement agréable de voir un couple sur leur ‘oneymoon.”**** You instinctively interjected, “Oh, that’s not--!”  But Jumin just smiled and nodded.  Upon sitting down at one of the many open tables, you let out a little giggle, “I wonder what it’ll feel like when I’m on the real thing.” Jumin quickly looked up from his staring contest with his coffee, “Real.. what?”  You grinned dreamily, “Honeymoon.”  “You.. want to get married?” “Don’t you?”  Only to you, he thought. “Maybe. If the right person came along.” If you’d ever say “yes”.  You held back the nervous twinge you felt in your throat, “Alright then, don’t be shy. What’s your type?”  “My.. type?”  “Yeah! Like, your ideal girl.” He paused, looking pensively at you. “Well, then I suppose my ‘type’ is a girl who is beautiful, and smart, and pretty... and always makes me laugh. And is bold but also shy.” His eyes widened as he grew quiet, “...something like that.”  You were shocked. He said he’s never fallen in love before.. but it sounds like he already has some girl in mind. “Wow. You’ve... thought a lot about this.”  Jumin looked surprised at himself -- he cleared his throat, “Just some ideas.”  You were still skeptical but changed the subject, “So, what exactly does this whole ‘wifey’ thing entail?” “Most likely just a ring on your finger and a fake smile.” “Oh come on, there’s more to it than that.”  “I’m sure my father has the details.” As if on cue, his phone chimed. “Ready to head out?”  “Yep!” You weren’t entirely sure, but you were beside yourself with nervousness and a bit of excitement. If you can’t have the real thing, you shouldn’t complain about a chance to fake it, right? And sure, you knew it was much more complicated than that -- what if he realized your true feelings?! ...You shook the thoughts out of your head and made your way to the waiting vehicle outside of the hotel. - “Monsieur Lorenzi! Good to see you!” The Chairman shook hands with who you assumed was the boss. “Let me introduce to you my son, Jumin, and his beloved fiance, Y/n.” You waved, smiling despite the twang in your heart. You and Jumin shook hands while Mr. Lorenzi introduced you to his daughter.  “It is so nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Ginevra.”  Immediately, you sized Ginevra up -- and she does not look happy. “So.. you’re the bitch who stole Ju-Ju from me?” “Ginevra! Be polite, please?” Mr. Lorenzi practically begged her, but she wasn’t budging, “Oh, come on. Their ‘engagement’ hasn’t even been released to the press yet!”  You looked worriedly between Jumin and Ginevra, but Jumin lovingly put his hand over yours, a soft smile on his face, “I’ll handle this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help himself and lightly pecked your cheek, smirking into the kiss when he heard you elicit a small “oh!” Facing the irate woman, though, Jumin smiled in a way you’d seen him smile when he wasn’t particularly...happy.. about something. “Miss Ginevra, I can assure you Y/N and I are completely in love. She is my fiance, after all. That being said, we decided not to alert the media because we wanted our own privacy until the wedding.”  Ginevra scoffed, “Please. You barely even look like you’re dating. Face it, I know you want me, Jumin.” She bit her lip in a way that was supposed to be seductive, but Jumin couldn’t hold back the slight cringe that crept onto his face.  “T-that’s enough Ginev--”  “God! Shut up, Dad!  Mr. Lorenzi backed down at that, looking apologetic and embarrassed toward the Chairman and Jumin, and especially toward you.  You were growing tired of the entire conversation, “Shall we sit down?”  All except Ginevra agreed readily, the Chairman coughing in a way that sounded more like a laugh he was trying to conceal. Jumin's jaw clenched when he sat next to you, to your left and Ginevra quickly sat in the seat to his left. The meal went as well as expected. Jumin's father recognized that Jumin had his hands full and spent the majority of the dinner talking business with Mr. Lorenzi without his son.  Meanwhile, you were awkwardly playing with your filet mignon, avoiding eye contact with everyone until Jumin leaned his face down to your avoidant eye level. You snapped out of your trance immediately. You looked up at him -- his eyebrow was raised with an inquisitive expression. Okay, that was adorable. You held back your intruisive thoughts, blinking up at him, silently asking, "What is it?"  Jumin stared a little longer than necessary, before snapping out of his own trance and leaning in further and whispering in your ear, "...Are you alright?"  You nodded in reply, "Just a little uncomfortable."  Jumin gazed down at you in concern, "We can leave if you--"  "No. No, I'll stay." Who knows what that girl will do if I leave. He didn't look convinced.  Suddenly, Ginevra was calling for Jumin. Repeatedly. He turned in annoyance, "Yes?"  Her voice got low, clearly to exclude you from the conversation, "Let's go somewhere..." she looked Jumin up and down slowly, "...else.." And with no shame, she lowered a manicured hand to his knee, slowly trailing it up to his thigh. He immediately grabbed her wrist, saying in a low, deadly voice, "I have a fiance."  She sighed in frustration, "You're kidding yourself, baby--"  Jumin's eyes widened suddenly, and not due to anything Ginevra was saying. Your hand was high on his thigh as you leaned into the conversation you'd heard the entirety of. "Miss... whatever your name is.... Jumin is my husband. Soon. We have something you could never dream of every having because your personality sucks. And honestly, only you can fix that."  There was silence at the entire table for a moment before Ginevra turned her head quickly toward her father, "Daddy?!"  Her father had already gotten up, ushering the business conversation to continue rather than deal with his trainwreck of a daughter. She huffed, looking red in the face, perhaps in embarrassment as well as anger. "Well, you still can't prove that you're even dating!"  You very furious now, your glare cold enough to freeze the desert, "Is proof really the only thing that will shut you up?"  Before she could even answer, you geared your pissed off expression toward a semi-intimidated, semi-turned on Jumin and grabbed his face, meeting his lips with your own. Your kiss was meant to only last a few seconds at most, but when you tried to pull away, Jumin only deepened the kiss, pulling your face harshly toward his own. He tugged at your hair, earning a loud moan from you as he forced his flush lips further onto yours, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. His eyebrows were deeply knit into a consentrated expression, groaning as he felt you readjust your position onto his lap. You stradled his lap, a leg on either side of him, your tongues battling for dominance as you fished for air between you two. At last, you both parted, heaving in big breaths as a string of spit clung between your mouths -- only to go in for another searing kiss. You began to roll your hips against his own, gently at first but quickly gaining more momentum and roughness as you two continued to make out. You'd noticed his hard-on the moment you'd straddled his lap but it only grew as you two began to explore the other's body. And just like that, you realized you were still in a formal dining setting. With other people. You pushed against Jumin's chest, looking around you in a frenzy. Ginevra was long gone along with the Chairman and Mr. Lorenzi. It was just the two of you, it looked as if it was after hours for the dining here. Soft jazz still played melodically through quiet speakers. Your eyes met back again with Jumin. He was smirking, still breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with mischief and a clear message that said something you probably would blush saying out loud. You laughed a little at the sudden turn of events. Did he like you? You wondered. He made quick work of dragging you (because your legs turned into jelly) out of the dining hall and back to his hotel suite. Jumin hurridely opened his hotel door before slamming you against the wall and continued to kiss you furvently on your neck, chest and of course, lips. He began to grind on you, letting out a soft curse when you mewled in his ear. Both your cheeks were completely red from the heated exchange and the embarrassment that both of you felt at your candid feelings. Yet something still bothered you. You pushed him away with all the strength you had because he was just so addicting. "J-jumin.... wait..." You gasped between breaths, "...I-I don't do this sorta thing... for fun..."  Jumin frowned at this, his jaw feathering as he said darkly, "I don't either."  You shook your head, "No, Jumin... I mean... I-I......" You took a big breath of air, "I'm in love with you. Have, for long time... pretty sure you don't feel .... the same wa--"  Jumin's eyes narrowed as he dove in for another kiss with so much force that the air was nearly knocked out of you. "Y/N," he began, "Do you have any clue how much I've held back? Even now, do you know how hard it is for me not to pick you up and fuck you right here and now? Do you know how long--" He laughed sardonically, "Y/N, I swear you're doing this on purpose."  "Doing wha--" "Making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you! I'm already pass the point of no return. Hell, I've never felt a fraction of what you make feel in a moment... in my entire life."  You took a moment to really look at him. The expression of complete and udder desperation was now clear as day on his face, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, his tie loose around his neck, chest slightly exposed. He began again, "Please. Please... put me out of my misery. Say you're mine, please."  Your eyes never leaving his, tears prickling your eyes, you answered, "I always was Jumin.. and I always will be. And, and if the offer still stands--" You blushed, looking down shyly and your feet, ashamed of your own boldness.  Jumin's eyes pooled impossibly darker as he picked you up and led you to his bed, laying you down gently and asking, "I know this is probably soon but... Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth?"  You laughed, pure joy on your face as you shamelessly cried, "Yes!" over and over again.  Jumin couldn't hold back the huge grin that took over his face as he kissed you in between laughs.

TRANSLATIONS: * “Do you speak French?” ** “You are just too cute.” *** “She will also have a lot of cream in her coffee.”  **** “It is so nice to see a couple on their honeymoon”

[kieraelieson]

Three Times Patton Got Lost in a Market

Thomas was walking through the old store with his mom, careful to hold her hand while they shopped.

“Oh, look! There’s a wind chime! It’s just like the nice neighbor lady!” Patton said.

Thomas stopped to look, and his mom stopped too, looking at something else across the aisle.

“It isn’t exactly the same,” Logan said. “Hers has a hummingbird on top, but this one has a butterfly.”

“And anyway, this one has prettier colors when the light hits it,” Roman added.

“Oooh, the red really is pretty, Roman!” Patton said excitedly. “And the purple, and the yellow!”

“It’s exactly the colors of the most beautiful rainbow reflecting back from a pot of gold,” Roman said dreamily.

“Mom!” Virgil suddenly shrieked, alerting them all to the fact that Thomas’s mom was no longer beside them.

Instantly, there was a pandemonium of overlapping voices, all very confusing, and Virgil at the front screaming.

“Quiet!” Patton yelled, as loud as he could, and then felt a little like crying. He didn’t like yelling, but this was important!

“But we have to find Mom!”

“We should run after her!”

“If we yell someone will hear!”

“Listen to me!” Patton yelled again. “Remember what Mom said? If we get lost in the store we stay put, and if we see an employee then we ask them to call mom for us.”

Virgil bit down hard on his sleeves, and Patton took his silence for agreement.

“That is indeed what Thomas was told,” Logan admitted.

“I still think we should go find her!” Roman protested, though less pointedly than before.

Thomas plopped down on the floor.

“Ok. That settles it, we’re waiting for mom,” Patton said. “Let’s look for more pretty things while she comes to get us. Roman, what else can you see around us that looks like a rainbow?”

Roman grumpily crossed his arms. “There’s a rainbow on the lawn decoration.”

“Very good!” Patton said. “Logan, can you see anything that’s science-accurate?”

“Science-accurate is a very vague phrase, but I suppose you could be intending to direct me to the collection of decorative barometers.”

“Oooh~ yes, the water swan neck thingies~” Roman said.

Logan launched into an explanation of barometers, most of which Patton didn’t understand.

He checked on Virgil, who was scanning the aisle they were in over and over again, and chewing holes in his poor sleeves.

“She’ll be here in just a minute, don’t worry,” Patton said gently.

Virgil nodded slightly, but didn’t stop checking the ends of the aisle and staring down each person that passed.

And then his eyes went wide. Patton turned to look.

“Mom!”

“Thomas, I thought I lost you for a minute there! Stay close, ok?”

Thomas took his mother’s hand and nodded.

Patton let out a sigh of relief. They weren’t lost anymore.

••^*^••

Thomas was a bit worried about high school, and especially the test coming up, and Logan and Virgil were mostly helping him with that. But now he had to go to the store for groceries. And Roman was exhausted after being all excited over the play and was sound asleep.

So Patton was helping shop!

He smiled confidently, prompting Thomas to look at the list again. He needed to get the ingredients for tacos, and some bread, milk, eggs, and ice cream. Yum!

Now what all went into tacos?

There was meat, and sour cream, and little shredded lettuce, and cheese, and taco shells, or was he supposed to get soft tortillas?

Patton considered, wandering into the store towards the food. Maybe both? Yeah. Both. Oh! And there was the bread! That would probably have tortillas near it!

Patton hummed happily, finding the bread that looked the same as what mom had been getting, noting the brand name. Nature’s Own. Huh.

Now tortillas… what kind did they normally get?

He finally just picked the one that had blue on the label.

Virgil popped up, startling him for a moment, especially with his intense frown. “People are staring. We’re taking too long near the bread, and your humming is gonna make people think Thomas is weird.”

“Oh, it’s alright!” Patton said cheerfully, glad he hadn’t dropped the tortillas. “I didn’t get in anyone’s way, and they haven’t said anything yet about thinking Thomas is weird.”

“Yeah…” Virgil glared at the people milling around and shopping. “Well they could. Just… keep it quiet.”

“Will do!” Patton grinned, and Virgil sunk back out.

Next he had to find… well, next he had to find the next thing. Should he keep walking and hope to see them, or should he seek each one out? He’d stumbled upon the bread, surely he would stumble across the rest.

Patton hummed happily and kept walking, skipping along beside the cart as Thomas pushed it. Thomas must really be out of it, poor guy. But Patton could help him cheer up!

Pretty soon, they had almost everything! Except for taco seasoning. And Patton wasn’t sure if they were supposed to get the kind that was in packets, or the actual spices. And he also wasn’t sure whether he should look in the spices area or the Mexican food area. Or where those areas were.

Surely they’d passed those special Mexican drinks a while back. But where?

Patton encouraged Thomas to turn around and go back, but after several aisles he still couldn’t find anything he was looking for. He turned back around, and then again.

“Perhaps… I need to go from one end all the way to the other…”

Virgil popped up again, rather grumpy looking, but not as much as earlier. “That’s gonna take too long. We’re already late, and Mom is gonna need Thomas home son so she can make dinner.”

Patton sighed. “Ok. Logan, help please, I’m lost.”

Logan popped up, looked around, and then pointed. “That aisle.”

“But how do you know?” Patton asked.

“There’s a sign above it.”

Patton looked up. “Oh. Yeah.” He chuckled. “I should’ve thought to look for signs. Thanks, Logan!”

“You’re welcome. However I do suggest we attempt to make our trip home expedient. I’ll need Virgil’s full attention and assistance to prepare adequately for the test.”

“Will do!” Patton said, already spurring Thomas towards the aisle.

••^*^••

“I have created the ultimate maze!” Roman said excitedly. “It is called Infinite IKEA!”

Patton clapped excitedly, and even Logan gave a single clap.

“I really don’t see the point—“

“The point is a race, Emo Nightmare, and the winner gets to pick which old reruns Thomas watches tonight.”

Virgil tried to pretend he was still disinterested, but Patton could tell he was excited. “So what would we have to do to win the race?”

Roman grinned. “I’ve hidden a copy of each of our logos in the store somewhere, except for mine, which Logan hid by sinking in and placing it in a random place, so he doesn’t know the layout of the store yet. You have to find your own logo, and then exit the store!”

Oh, so that was why Logan had a bump on his head. He’d probably tried to rise up too close to a shelf. Ouch.

“Everybody ready! Set! Go!”

They all rushed into the store. Patton looked around excitedly, getting more excited to see that the store was full of items that came from houses where Thomas had lived or visited. He ran to the section of beds and flopped onto the biggest one.

He let out a comfy sigh, looking up at the roof which, rather than being metal supports and too-bright lights, was intricately painted with something that glowed.

It was amazing.

“You did a really great job, Roman,” Patton said, even though Roman was probably running ahead to win the race— oh! This was a race!

He jumped up and started walking, looking around for his heart with glasses.

After the bed section, where he wished he could stay and flip onto each one, he wandered into the lamps and chandeliers section. That was beautiful. He was still dazzled and in awe walking out. It even had that massive one Thomas had seen in the one hotel once.

And then came books, where Logan was!

“Hi, Logan!”

“Ah, greetings Patton.” Logan was looking through the books, just as captivated as Patton had been by the beds.

“Find your logo yet?”

“Not yet. I’m not overly concerned with winning, and Roman has certainly made this an interesting place to browse.”

“Mhmm!” Patton looked around. “Where are the kids books, I want to see if the Winnie the Pooh book is still chewed on or if Roman made it brand new.”

“That way, two shelves down,” Logan said, rather distracted by a book he’d picked off of the shelf.

“Thank you!”

Patton found the children’s section, and then found the book. It was still chewed on the corners. He smiled, and flipped through the thick cardboard pages. Thomas had loved this book.

And then, when he opened the last page, his logo fell out.

“Awww, look!” He picked it up, and found that it was a sticker. He promptly stuck the sticker to his chest and put the book back. Now all he had to do was find his way out!

He wandered into the next section, which was all dark and purples and blues and blacks and everything cozily packed together.

There was even a sign warning him away from certain aisles, because there would be spiders, and Patton was very glad Roman had thought of that.

And then he remembered the sunglasses stand sitting at the beginning of the lights aisle. That was probably for Virgil. Roman had been so thoughtful in building this! Patton hoped Roman would win. He certainly deserved the prize after putting all this together.

There was a whole section of Disney, all the movies, and posters, and any Disney themed toys and figurines, and even cardboard cut outs! It was lovely and chaotic and colorful, and it bridged Virgil’s section with Roman’s very well.

Roman had every single picture Thomas had ever seen, which was so many pictures!! Patton looked in awe until he realized that the paintbrushes weren’t just for show, some of them had been used. There was a little black cat in the corner of one painting, and a little V, and the paintbrush was in a cup of black water.

Patton found a picture of a field of flowers, and picked up the paintbrush, dabbing a bit of pink onto the picture. It turned instead into exactly the kind of flower Patton had been envisioning! He smiled wide and painted another, and another, and another, and each one turned out beautiful!

He ran to another painting and gave a little boy in the background a balloon and a smile. And then he gave the lady sitting in a rocking chair a baby to hold.

He finally had to stop himself. He could stay here forever, but he probably should get to the end of the store so he wouldn’t worry the others.

He got to the end of Roman’s section, only to find a massive blanket fort. He kept himself from exploring, and passed through, coming out at… the beds again?

Ohhhhh, right. It was a race and a maze.

Patton flopped down on the bed Thomas had grown up with, wrapping up in the blanket. He let out a happy sigh.

“Logan! Roman! Virgil! I’m lost! But I’m also gonna stay lost!”

Roman rose up and leaned against the footboard, a pleased smile on his face. “Enjoying the store?”

“I’m loving it!” Patton said happily, sitting up. “You did a really good job!”

Roman glowed. “I guess I’ll have to leave it up for you to wander in then. Once Virgil finds the exit I’ll put it somewhere more obvious so you can get out once you’re done.”

“Oh, did you and Logan already get out? Who won?”

“Logan, but only by a few minutes. He hid my logo in a hard place! How was I supposed to guess he’d put it under the makeup stash?”

Patton chuckled. “Wait, I didn’t see that.”

“It’s in Virgil’s section, in one of the spider aisles. I can un-spider it for you if you want.”

“Well, let Virgil have his fun first, but I’d really like that.” Patton smiled. He could have fun in here for a long time. “You did an amazing job with the paintings too! I loved those!”

Roman puffed up happily. “I did, didn’t I?”

There was a distant, triumphant, “Ha! I made it! Wait, Princey beat me? Aww.”

Patton giggled.

Roman patted his shoulder. “Have fun.”

“I will!” Patton said happily, eyeing the blanket fort which he now had time to explore.

—————

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[floorbe]

TW: suicide // Can I request a Gundham x Reader where Sonia attempts to kill the reader and make it look like a suicide(slits neck but hides it with a noose), but Ibuki saw Sonia with some sort of evidence, so Ibuki died, but reader didn't (she is barely able to speak, because she, yk, got her neck slit) (and gundham is the one to discover reader about to die?) And the whole trial is Sonia lying her way out of everything until reader starts banging on the trial stand thingy to say its wrong?

this was such a fun request to write ehehe- this is also very long but its fine- anyway tw g*re//su*cide//de*th//

“I am sorry, Y/N, but I have a country to return to,” Sonia murmurs to you, but even though her words are guilty her eyes are colder than you’d ever seen before. You gurgle helplessly, eyes struggling to stay open as she loops the noose around your neck, adjusting it carefully to hide the cut across your neck. Your vision nearly goes black from the pain as the harsh rope digs directly into the still fresh wound. “I hope you will be able to un-”

“Hey, hey, hey! Anyone in he-” you see Sonia’s head snap to the entrance, tensing as someone lets out a piercing screech. You vaguely make out the colorful form of Ibuki before Sonia rushes towards her, knife in hand, still bloody from the slice she made on your neck. Despite your struggles, your vision fades out as she reaches Ibuki.

Your eyes blink open only a few more times after that, and only briefly as the pain and blood loss overwhelms you back into darkness each time. The first time, you vaguely see Sonia standing over Ibuki’s body, shoulders heaving and legs splattered with blood. You blink, and suddenly she’s in front of you, carefully wiping at the blood that had poured down your neck with, what you assume is, a towel. “Need to... no one can tell... suicide,” you hear, consciousness wavering as she speaks. You blink again and she’s positioning Ibuki’s body below you, and this time you pass out voluntarily as you see her lifeless eyes stare up at you. 

The next time you wake up is from a searing, unbearable pain in your neck. The rope is digging into your open cut, and you weakly swing your legs around, trying to dislodge it. Tears are streaming down your face, mouth agape in a silent scream. Sonia is standing nearby, and it’s only then that you fuzzily realize that she means to hang you. A mock suicide. But why would she put Ibuki...? You don’t have any longer to ponder it as the rope slips deeper into your neck, and you pass out yet again. 

You’re surprised to wake up again, you were sure this was it, but someone is yelling your name. You blink your eyes open blearily, relief sending you into tears again when you realize the rope that was around your neck now seems to be gone. No, not gone; someone is... holding you up? You’re barely able to tilt your head to see who had saved you. Was Ibuki alive? No, you instead see a familiar curled lock of hair, sticking straight up, just as it always has. 

Your eyes trail down to meet Gundham’s gaze, he’s sobbing, lifting you up to keep you from choking on the rope. You mouth his name weakly, no sound escaping you, and you faintly feel him tighten his hold. He’s saying something, likely encouraging you to stay awake, asking who did this to you, but it’s all muffled to you. Your vision fades again, this time with Gundham’s terrified face being the last thing you see. 

-

The first thing that comes to your senses is how badly your throat hurts. The second is how your head is pounding as if someone took a hammer to it. Struggling to blink open your eyes, you squint painfully due to the bright contrast of the lights above you. 

“-N? Y/N?!” a voice rings out, finally clear in your ears. You try to groan at the sudden pain that blooms in your head from the loudness, but nothing escapes you; instead you feel a violent stinging in your throat. Why does your throat hurt again...? “My dear, please, p-please,” you hear a deep voice nearly sob, and you’re finally able to recognize it as Gundham. Forcing your eyes open, you slowly turn your head, following the sound of his voice.

Gundham is kneeling beside your bed, tears streaming down his face as his hands move to clasp one of yours. You squeeze his hand as strongly as you can, but only manage to barely tighten it. You try to wheeze out his name, but are only met with more stinging in your throat, making you wince. 

Gundham’s shoulders only begin to shake more violently than before at your awakening, a small smile spreading across his face as he struggles to choke back his sobs. “M-my dear,” he shakily whispers, “I-I’m beyond glad that y-you’re alright...” You smile at him, weakly squeezing his hand again, making his smile widen. Swallowing painfully, you move to sit up as you begin to try and stretch your limbs. 

Gundham releases one of his hands to grab you a cup of water from the table beside you, holding it up to you as you lean back against your now propped up pillows. You lightly grasp the cup with the hand not holding Gundham’s, sipping the water as you feel your strength slowly flow back into your sore limbs from moving around. How long were you out? “Dearest,” Gundham begins quietly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “Did... you weren’t you the one who-...” he can’t seem to finish his sentence, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the right words.

And with that it’s like a dam breaks in your mind, and all of the memories come crashing down on you at once. Sonia slitting your throat, typing the rope around your neck, Ibuki walking in and... You squeeze your eyes shut again, taking a deep breath as you try to collect yourself. Everyone must think you were the one who killed Ibuki. You feel panic spark in your chest, zipping through your body like a current. 

You try to force out Sonia’s name from your sore throat only for a painful wheeze to come out instead. You feel the panic inside of you grow, could you not speak anymore? You try to say her name again... nothing. How are you going to tell everyone the truth? Gulping, you try to make any noise you can, finding that you can barely wheeze out an “h” at best. No, no, you need to tell everyone it wasn’t you, that you know who it was! You can’t let everyone die! You turn to Gundham, distressed and shaking your head vehemently, and he seems to understand the problem immediately. 

“Point us to your culprit, instead, my love,” he says, and you nearly slump against him in relief that he believes you. You lift your hands up, beginning to try and sign her name, make a gesture about her, anything you can think of- 

“Oh, no, we are not waiting for you to painstakingly spell out what you’re trying to say,” you both jump at the sound of a familiar squeaky voice. You feel a weight on the bed, turning to see Monokuma standing frustratedly at the foot of it. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve extended the investigation for you?” he asks accusingly, as if you chose to pass out, “I couldn’t start the trial with one of you knocked out!” 

He sighs, tilting his head as he blinks his eyes closed, “Well, I guess you not being able to speak will make up for it.” He nods to himself, and with that reassurance he pops out of the room, as quickly as he came. You and Gundham share a look before he slides a hand onto your back, supporting you as you struggle to stand. You lean on him heavily as you make your way to the elevator.

-

“It is clear what happened,” Sonia speaks, immediately after the trial begins, passionately waving her arms, “Y/N killed Ibuki to get out of this game, but felt guilty about it! They tried to commit suicide because they felt so guilty about killing her!” Blinking in surprise, you shake your head vigorously. 

“Then why would there be a cut on their neck?” Gundham hisses out, clenching the wood of the stand harshly. You nod, frantically trying to lock eyes with anyone in the room, as if hoping to convince them with your eyes alone.

“Maybe,” Akane speaks up, cocking her head as her eyes flick to you, “Maybe they tried to slit their throat before hanging themselves?” No, no that’s all wrong! Ibuki wasn’t even there before you got your neck cut! You wave your hands, trying to catch their attention.

“It looks like Y/N h-”

“That makes sense,” Sonia hastily interrupts Hajime, “But perhaps it did not work quick enough, so they instead hanged themselves.”

“So Y/N... slit their own throat after killing Ibuki?” Fuyuhiko asks, “But then they hanged themselves... why not just let yourself bleed out? Either way you’re going to die. It’s unnecessary.” You shake your head again, crossing your arms in an “x” in an attempt to gain their attention again. They have it all wrong, it’s all wrong!

“Bleeding out is an awful way die,” Sonia says solemnly, “It takes a long time, and is very painful. Perhaps they wished to end their own suffering. Or...” She glances at you, “Perhaps they didn’t want to take the chance at being found alive, since they would be executed in a far worse manner than bleeding out.” 

“No, you’re incorrect! Y/N would never do something as- as vile as this!” Gundham yells passionately, but his eyes seem to avoid yours at all costs, and his words are just barely shaking. “Why do you insist on going after my love without reason?! Where were you, Sonia? Pray tell, what is your alibi?!” he accuses, eyes wide as his shoulders shake.

“Me? I was in my cabin, sleeping, as we all were,” Sonia easily lies, tilting her head at Gundham.

“None of us have alibis,” Hajime reminds him quietly, “We can only go off of what we found in the investigation in this case. And... it seems to be leading in Y/N’s direction. But still- something is off about this...”

“Well, Y/N, if you have something to say, nows the time,” Nagito slowly turns to you, and there’s an almost taunting tone to his voice, as if he knows exactly what you want to say. You glare at him, gesturing angrily to your neck. “Oh, right,” he laughs easily, turning to everyone else, “Well, if anyone has anything to say, now’s the time.”

“U-um, I-I-I h-” Mikan meekly raises her hand, only to be cut off again by Sonia.

“Even if Y/N could speak, there is no need,” Sonia reminds everyone, folding her hands solemnly, “It is clear what has happened. Monokuma, I thi-”

Sonia is interrupted by you slamming your hands down on the stand. She jumps, head snapping to you as you furiously bang your hands against the wood, shaking your head wildly as tears prick your eyes. They have it all wrong! They fell into Sonia’s trap so easily, they doubted you so easily-!

“Y/N, hey, calm down!” Hajime tries to soothe you, “Y/N, what is it?”

You fling your hand up to point at Sonia, gesturing between you and your neck. Sonia acts shocked, raising her hands to cover her mouth. “Y/N, why would you would lie ab-?” You slam your hands on the stand again, shaking in anger as she cuts off.

“U-um, I-I have s-something,” Mikan quietly admits, tapping her fingers together as everyone turns to her.

“What? Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” Nekomaru asks loudly, crossing his arms. Mikan yelps and crosses her hands in front of her protectively, frantically apologizing.

“Because it is unnecessary,” Sonia states firmly, glaring at Mikan, “We already kn-”

“Sonia, let Mikan finish,” Chiaki says quietly, tilting her head. “It doesn’t matter if it ends up being unnecessary. We need to cover all of our bases.” Sonia huffs frustratedly, pouting as Mikan builds up her confidence again.

“U-u-um, the c-cut on Y-Y-Y/N’s throat w-was made before I-Ibuki’s s-stab w-wounds were,” she fiddles with her hands anxiously, rubbing her fingers in between each other as everyone takes in what she said.

“What?!” Fuyuhiko yells, “We were about to fucking vote and you keep that from us?!” Mikan merely yelps again, hunching over in a mock protection against Fuyuhiko’s yelling.

You sigh silently in relief, still trembling as you raise your hand to wipe at the tears now running down your face.

“So?” everyone turns to Sonia, “This merely shows that Y/N killed Ibuki in self defense. Either way they are still the killer.”

“No, that’s wrong!” Hajime says firmly as you raise a hand to slam it on your stand again. “How would Y/N even have the strength to kill Ibuki after having their throat slashed?”

“If they were losing a lot of blood, they would’ve been too weakened to fight back,” Chiaki adds, “Y/N would barely be able to stand, much less kill a still unwounded Ibuki.” You nod vehemently, finally someone was getting it!

“Adrenaline,” Sonia states calmly, “I have read many cases where someone wounded did not feel pain until much later due to adrenaline. It is not that far fetched to believe that that is the case here.”

“But even if they were filled with adrenaline, they would still be bleeding out,” Nagito reminds her, “Plus, Ibuki died away from where Y/N was hanging.” 

“So they moved her? Why?” Kazuichi shakily asks, rubbing his hands together nervously. “What would be the point in dragging Ibuki’s body away from where she’d died?”

“Clearly it was a sign of guilt,” Sonia again speaks up, tilting her head as mock tears prick her eyes, “Y/N felt so guilty about killing poor Ibuki that they placed her underneath their hanging body!” 

“...That doesn’t make any sense,” Hajime deadpans, raising an eyebrow at Sonia, “Sonia, why would Y/N go through more trouble to bring Ibuki to where they died? There's no guilty reasoning behind it. It seems pointless.” 

“To prove that they are the ones that killed them!” Sonia shouts suddenly, gripping the stand. She quickly collects herself, clearing her throat, “To make it perfectly clear that Y/N is the one who killed Ibuki, they placed the body underneath their own.”

“That still doesn’t make any sense,” Chiaki furrows her eyebrows, “If Y/N wanted people to know they killed Ibuki, they wouldn’t have to drag her body to them. The fact that they were both in there in the first place would’ve been enough proof.”

“Then... can we move on and assume that Y/N isn’t the killer?” Nagito pipes up, rubbing his arm passively as his eyes glide around the room. 

“Th-that is quite the jump, Nagito,” Sonia stutters. 

“No, there’s something else that’s odd about the scene. Particularly Y/N’s body... What was it again? Hajime, you remember, right?” Nagito asks almost tauntingly. Odd? About your body?

“Ah! You’re talking about how Y/N’s throat wasn’t bloody, right?” Hajime realizes.

“Wh-what?” Sonia swallows thickly. “What do you mean?” 

“Y/N’s throat wasn’t bloody when we found them, but their throat was slit. Why wouldn’t there be any blood?”

“Maybe the cut was fake?” Akane cocks her head again, but you tap on your stand and gesture to the bandages on your throat.

“N-n-no, I-I saw i-it m-myself,” Mikan confirms, “I-it’s r-real.”

“Gundham, did you notice any blood on Y/N?” 

Gundham seems to snap out of a daze, clenching his stand as he remembers holding you in his arms, “N-no. I do not recall any blood around their neck.” 

Silently huffing, you again point at Sonia, who looks at you with mock surprise. This is a trial about you, for God’s sake, why is nobody asking you what happened?

“Y/N, why would Sonia clean up the blood after...?” Hajime begins, trailing off as you mimic a noose around your neck. You hide the cut with one of your hands, the other yanking an invisible rope above your head. 

“To make it look like a suicide,” Chiaki realizes, and you nod vigorously. “Then... was killing Ibuki always part of the plan?” 

“This is ridiculous,” Sonia exclaims, “Why cut their throat, then? It would be much easier to just hang them!” You can tell Sonia’s resolve is cracking as everyone comes closer to the truth, her eyes nervously shifting around the room.

“Sonia, you seem really firm on the idea of Y/N being a killer,” Hajime counters, “And Y/N keeps pointing at you...” 

“A-are you suggesting... that I attempted to kill Y/N?!” Sonia yells, “I cannot believe you would assume something so- so immoral, Hajime!” 

“No, Hajime has a point,” Fuyuhiko speaks up, “Y/N has been sending you death glares this entire trial. And you have been pretty fuckin’ stubborn about the idea of Y/N killing Ibuki.” 

“Where did you say you were last night again?” Nagito asks, “You were asleep? So, you have no alibi?”

“N-none of us have alibis! Your reasoning is unsound, Nagito!” 

“Miss Sonia... did you really...?” Kazuichi asks, shoulders slumping as his eyes flick between you and Sonia. “I... I can’t think of a reason why Y/N would lie about their killer...”

“Because they are the killer! Are you all senseless?! Kazuichi, surely you do not believe them!” she pleads, but Kazuichi avoids her gaze. “It-it is a misunderstanding! Son of a bitch! Fuck!” Sonia suddenly explodes, shaking violently as everyone cracks down on her. 

“Sonia, why would you attempt to kill the one dearest to me?” Gundham asks quietly.

“I-I-”

“Why’d you do it, Sonia?” Nagito taunts, “Why’d you try to kill Y/N? Why kill Ibuki?” 

“I-I did not-!”

“How careless of you to let Y/N live. How pathetic. I expected more from an Ultimate student.” You catch onto Nagito’s ploy rather quickly: taunting her to make her reveal herself. You can see Sonia struggle to keep her composure, her eyes shifting around the room as she tries to think. 

You wave over her attention to you, giving her a mocking pout as she looks at you. You draw a thumb across your throat and point to her, your pout spreading into a smug smile as she grits her teeth harshly. This seems to be final straw for her, as she slams her hands against the stand in anger.

“Do not mock me so, Y/N! If Ibuki hadn’t walked in-!” she cuts off abruptly, clasping her hands over her mouth. It’s silent as everyone takes in the accidental confession. 

“But... why?” Hajime asks quietly. “Sonia... you were the most passionate one about not killing.”

“...Because I have a country to return to,” Sonia finally admits, squeezing her eyes shut as tears slide down her cheeks, “You do not understand. None of you understand! They need me to lead them when my mother and father pass!”

The room falls into silence again as Sonia sobs into her hands. It’s only broken as Chiaki quietly calls out, “Hajime...”

“I-I know,” Hajime says, and with a deep breath he begins his final explanation of the murder. How Sonia first cut your throat and meant to hide it with the rope as a fake suicide, even cleaning off your neck to make it even more convincing, and how Ibuki walked in at the wrong moment, how Sonia killed her instead. He goes on to explain how Sonia hastily positioned her body below you, trying to present a murder suicide, but she was too hasty. Too panicked, and because of that panic she was found out. “Isn’t that right... Sonia Nevermind?”

Sonia’s sobs only intensify, shoulders heaving as everyone stares at her solemnly. 

“Well, if you aren’t going to say anything...” Monokuma breaks the silence after a few painstaking moments, “It’s voting time!” The panel on your stand lights up suddenly, and you silently sigh as you trail your finger to Sonia’s name. You watch the time limit tick down as everyone places their votes, trying to ignore Sonia’s muffled cries. The panel goes dark as it hits zero.

“And the killer is...” Monokuma watches eagerly as the machine spins, gradually slowing down to land on Sonia, “...Sonia Nevermind! You’re correct! Congratulations, you all live to see another trial! ...Well, all but two of you!” 

It falls into another uncomfortable silence. 

“...Seriously? You aren’t going to say anything? Boring,” Monokuma sighs, “Well, in that case...” Sonia’s head snaps up in fear as Monokuma hits his button with a mallet, opening her mouth to protest, to ask for a little bit more time, at least, but all that comes out is a choked gurgle as a metal claw flies out to harshly grip her neck. 

“It’s punishment time!” 

Sonia is yanked out of the room by the claw, hand outreached in hopes of grabbing onto something, anything, to slow down her impending death. Her fingers find nothing as she’s painfully dragged down the hall. You feel nausea bubble up in your stomach at the thought of being forced to watch another execution. You only shakily step off of your stand when Monokuma yells at you to hurry up to the execution room.

You feel someone slide their hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, and turn to find Gundham. He’s silent, but his hand is grasping yours tightly, a silent refusal to let go as you two slowly walk to witness yet another death. 

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 5--Out of the Ashes.

Okay, though.  I’m already excited about this one because Carol and Lydia are on the little guide picture thingy, lol.  My girls.  

As usual, I’m going to put the rest underneath a cut to save you lovelies potentially being spoiled should you not want to be.  

Wow.  Look at that full moon.  And the colors in the woods.  

I’m telling you.  These cold opening scenes have been generally pretty awesome this season.  

Aaron with Gracie always gives us such sweetness but this time maybe not.  

Omigosh.  Now *that* is a nightmare--the Walkers, the Wolves, the Saviors, the Whisperers, Mays.  Did I miss anybody?  And then Gracie gone just like that?  Poor Aaron.  All he wants is to keep his little girl safe and happy.  

So.  Is Gracie sleeping right next to her daddy because she had a nightmare or because her daddy’s been having them?  Because either way, oh my freaking heart.  Especially at her still sleeping with her stuffed bunny.  I’m really, really hoping that bunny isn’t a bad omen of sorts for our Gracie, because little girls with bunnies haven’t fared all that well--going all the way back to the first episode and as recently as the subway episode where Daryl found that picture of the two siblings after they’d already found the bunny from the picture amongst the bodies.  Please not Gracie.  Aaron has already been through so much.  

Are they all just communing together now?  Because I can see how that would harken back to Season 4.  

Jerry!  Not even 3 minutes in and already two of my faves are present.  I can tell this is going to be a good episode.  

That really sucks.  Not even being able to take a peaceful piss because you can see Walkers shambling past your window, lol.  

There goes my queen running straight at danger as real queens are apt to do.  ;)  

Were there always lights coming on in the windmill during the opening credits or is that a new thing for this episode?  

That orientation video was so surreal.  Had to laugh at the political touch of having “this message is approved by Pamela Milton” at the end.  

Okay.  So they’re getting their work assignments, huh?  Orientations are the worst, lol.  All that damn paperwork.  

Retail clerk--Princess being excited at the prospect of working in a mall, even having a mall again, has me LMAO even as I’m like girl.  No.  You’ll love it ‘til you hate it.  

I didn’t catch Eugene’s job.  But Ezekiel doing animal control kind of cracks me up.  For reasons.  

So.  Essentially Eugene and Princess and Ezekiel got blue collar jobs while Yumiko’s got an invitation to join the upper crust.  

I love Lydia being accepted as part of the community.  About damn time.  

For a second I thought Rosita said what’s left of the horses plural and I was fixin’ to go OH NO.  

This is where I’m at on the Maggie/Negan issue, for better or worse:  Maggie absolutely, IMHO, has earned the right to stay mad at Negan for the rest of her days.  Because Glenn.  Because her little boy was robbed of his daddy.  That said?  I don’t think I have it in me to watch 5 more episodes of this beaten horse antagonistic conversation much less a whole season.  It would be one thing if it hadn’t already stolen valuable and earned screen time from other characters that seem to have been pushed to the periphery to spotlight it like it was the marquee event or something.  I don’t want want 2/3′s of the final season so heavily focused on the conflict between these two when there are so many characters that are already woefully underutilized.  It’s only compelling if it doesn’t become commonplace.  

It’s a sad business having to put down people you know, I’d expect.  Funny, though.  We never knew them so the impact is kind of artificial.  I appreciate the intent of the scene, though.  

Where the hell are all the Walkers coming from?  Like, I thought most of them went skydiving off that cliff without parachutes.  

Judith training the other babies.  If only her parents--every damn one of them--could see her now.  

Gus!  How cool and awesome for him!

ASZ is just full of asshole teens isn’t it?  How dare that little dipshit push our Asskicker down like that and say such hateful things?  To be fair, though, the kid is probably just repeating what he’s heard from others and I’m glad they’re being realistic here even if I don’t like seeing Judith cry.  

Cailey Fleming’s expressive face and eyes!  This kid has my heart, ya’ll.  

That perfectly pretty cake wasted!  LMAO.  Seriously though.  How does a cardiothoracic surgeon end up assigned to work in the bakery?  Yumiko’s reunion with her brother Tomi honestly was on par with what I’d expect from someone seeing the sister they’d long given up as dead.  

Freaky still how the Whisperers choose to herd the dead even without Beta and Alpha.  

Was that the real Stephanie in the scene with the ice cream?  Right under Eugene’s nose while he’s with Fake Stephanie?  They have a connection, ya’ll.  Eugene felt it.  

Okay, though.  I wanted the kids having their first ice cream cones.  If I were Eugene, though, I probably would have inhaled that thing after being deprived for so long.  

The Milton Hotel?  Alrighty then.  Somebody feels self-important.  

Aww.  Eugene’s thinking of Rosita and Coco.  They really have evolved into such a sweet, good friendship and I miss them together.  

Literally, I love Princess more each time I see her and hear her open her hilarious mouth.  LOL at her with the ice cream cone.  

Is everybody in ASZ staying in the same damn house?  Whoever broke the board with Carl’s and Judith’s handprints on it needs an ass kicking.  

“Me, too.”  Welp.  Guess RJ’s already met his line quota per appearance 24 minutes in, LOL.  

Aww.  My heart.  A Rosita/Judith scene.  I’m already loving it but not gonna lie.  Who do we have topay to get a Carol/Judith scene because she’s been there since Judith was an embryo?  

“Now it’s broken.  He’s gone.  Everybody is.”  The way this scene is unexpectedly gutting me right now.  Because Rosita’s right.  It never really gets easier.  It’s just something you figure out how to carry.  How many people devastated by Covid or other illness or tragedy are carrying these same feelings of loss and hurt everyday?  

Give us more of those heartfelt moments, dammit.  This girl at least craves them.  Not the endless Maggie/Negan conflict.  

Ouch.  “I think I haven’t met a Whisperer who wasn’t a liar.”  Damn Aaron.  Lydia’s right there beside you. 

Angry Jerry hurts my heart in ways I cannot explain.  

On a completely shallow note, Miko’s brother is attractive too.  I quite like his accent, lol.  I wonder why he’s so hesitant to put his skills as a surgeon to use.  

“Want some cake?”/”Hell, yes.”  Yumiko=me 99% of the time.  LOL.  Just kidding.  In reality, I have to say no.  

“They clearly got a gym in this joint.  Your chiseling is perfecto.”  LMAO.  I’m all for Princess/Mercer.  She flusters him a little and I’m loving it.  When she told him he had beautiful eyelashes, I howled.  

Oh my sweet Aaron.  I’m in the same kind of pain and disbelief as Lydia watching you interrogate that Whisperer.  

Thank you, Carol.  Melissa McBride?  I effing LOVE you.  My heart hurts.  

I’m sure she’s gonna get hate from the usual crowd while they cheer Aaron further along his dark and desperate path.  Yes.  Ya’ll are *that* predictable.  

But Maggie, though?  How long you gonna wait?  Because you gonna be waiting on Daryl’s ass a long time.  

“Cheesy video guy.” LOL.  Leave it to Princess.  Somehow that Lance dude looks even cheesier in RL.  

By the screaming cave?  What the hell is the screaming cave?  

Ohh.  Next episode actually looks interesting.  Thank goodness it’s not a bottle episode strictly focusing on Virgil/Connie though because no matter how much I like Connie/Lauren?  I don’t think whatever story she’s stuck in with Virgil is enough to keep me riveted to the tv.  

Overall impression of this episode--again, I enjoyed it.  Aaron’s dream was dark AF.  Hell.  Aaron was dark AF in this episode.  Ross Marquand did some really strong work and I’m glad he finally got a moment to shine even though I hate seeing him leaning into the darkness instead of his inherent goodness.  Judith and Rosita’s scenes were touching.  Carol/Melissa made me bawl in the span of two minutes.  That’s why she’s the MVP of this show, lovelies.  She does so very much with so little.  I’m just glad we didn’t have to see Leah and her band of bitchass brothers this episode.  

I’m going to miss this show when it’s gone.  At least I’ll have the Carol and Daryl spinoff off to ease my heartache.  

[lo-55]

Playing With Fire

While playing a perfectly innocent video game you get thrown into a dangerous world on the brink of incineration! At least you’re surrounded by a bunch of hot people. If nothing else you can shower them with copious, well earned affection. 

You come awake with a start. 

Everything is just a little off kilter. Like your eyes aren’t focused or you're wearing someone else's glasses. It takes you a few long minutes to realize that you’re staring down at a piece of paper. 

It’s listed one through eight, with a check box next to each number. 

At the top you see ‘Company Preference List’, and beneath that is your name scrawled in your own handwriting. But, when did you write it? And what was the list? You look up to find yourself in a library, surrounded by a bunch of other people all dressed in orange uniforms. You look down and find yourself in the same one. You recognize it as the Fire Force boiler suits. 

You touch your cheek slowly. Then poke the corner of your eyes. You’re not wearing your VR visor. And you’re not holding handles either. Are you hallucinating? You were playing the game, in the middle of some side quest. Did the game reset? This looked like a scene from the start of the game. It followed the beginning of the series, but through the eyes of a random side character researching Haijima on their own. There was some kind of revenge plot and a lot of stuff about their big sister, but you hadn’t gotten to the full reveal of the tragic back story yet. They interacted with the main characters plenty, but mostly they spent their time in their own squad, the fourth. 

You were halfway through the game, and now you were back at the start?

You look around for something to tell you what’s going on. You try to poke the menu button, but you’re not holding controllers. So all you really end up doing is poking the air between your hands with your thumbs. You’re starting to panic, when something shiny catches your attention. 

When did you get that ring? 

Plain silver on your forefinger. You poke it and gasp when the world shifts minutely. 

A flicker of fire, a figure dark against the light. It warps in and out of your vision in a split second. 

Right. Tragic back story. 

The ring was from their (your?) older sister. Now disappeared a-la-infernal fire. You were like the reverse Shinra. 

Wait. 

Shinra. 

Your head snapped around quickly from one person to the other. Most of them were boring background characters. No, no, no. Boring. Lame. Basically grey blobs. 

Were you going crazy and you couldn’t even enjoy it?! 

“Uh, hey? Are you okay?” 

Your head snaps sideways to find bright red eyes peering at you in concern. 

Red eyes. Black hair. 

You stare hard at him until the corners of his mouth start to twitch and curl upwards. 

“H-hey. Why are you staring at me?” 

Abruptly you reach over and cup his cheeks. His face is hot beneath your hands. You can touch him. You can feel the heat of his skin. He’s blushing something fierce. 

“You are… adorable,” you declare. 

He turns bright red and squeaks at you until you finally let him go. 

“What?!” 

“Did I stutter?” you prop your chin in your hand and look him over. Yep. Definitely cute. You just wanna squeeze him. But, you should probably do other things first. Like figure out what exactly is going on. 

Not that you can come outta the gate with ‘hey I was playing a video game and now I’m stuck in it, also I thought you weren’t real? What gives yo?’ 

Even you aren’t that impulsive. 

Actually, in real live you’re not very impulsive at all. That was what made games so fun, especially open world ones where you could do basically whatever you wanted. IRL you were more withdrawn than anything, even when you wanted to be social. 

Now… You could be whoever you wanted, right? 

Did you even have to follow the plot? Could you put a preference for another company and go there? Or would you still end up in the forth? And what about your abilities? In the game you’d had a choice at the beginning between a second gen ability and two third gen powers. You’d ended up picking at random, since they all seemed cool and you hadn’t been very far into the anime yet at the time. 

How would you even use those powers here, assuming that you could? 

“Sorry, I was spacing out,” you finally said, “What were you saying?” 

“Oh uh,” Shinra looked away, his grin still pulling at his face. “I was just asking if you were okay. You were looking at the form for so long, but whenever you talked about joining a company before you always said you would go to the fourth. Not that we talk a lot, so I wouldn’t know if you wanted to go to the fifth or the sixth or the seventh or-” 

“Babe, you’re rambling,” you cut in, starting to smile yourself. Even though you’re beyond confused something about Shinra puts you at ease. Everything about him seems so… warm. And yeah, the smile could be off putting. If it wasn’t so damn adorable. 

“O-oh!” aaaand he was blushing again. 

You look down at the paper, your brows furrowing. What are you even supposed to say to this? 

“I dunno,” you said at last, “I guess I was reconsidering. There’s a lot of companies, and a lot of options out there. I might end up going a totally different path if it’s not too late… What about you?” 

“Me? Well I didn’t really have a particular preference, but I heard that they’re trying to send more people to the eighth this year. Since its such a new company, and so small.” 

“Mmmm. That’s true. Maybe I’ll go there,” you muse. It would put you smack in the middle of all the action, and you could see the sweet Iris, and the too-hot-to-be-fair Maki. You could stay with adorable Shinra and the well meaning dumbass that was Arthur. Not to mention the two guys in charge. If you could get Obi to bench press you- 

Nope! Bad! Focus on the task at hand. No thirsting over captains right now! 

“I was thinking the same thing,” Shinra admitted, looking down at his own paper. 

“Yeah? I guess such a small company would make it easy for you to stand out and come a hero, right?” 

Shinra looked startled. You offered him a sweet smile and turned back to your paper and picked up your pen. 

You marked your preferences. 

Eighth, seventh, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, third, first. 

“The eighth and the seventh?” Shinra asked, peaking over at your sheet. 

You shot him a grin. “They both sound like fun to me. Hey, Shinra?” 

“Yeah?” 

Your grin grows wider. “Let’s both do our best, and save lots of people okay?” 

Shinra’s smile is small, but true. 

“Okay.” 

You bump your fist to his to seal the deal. 

~ 

It had taken you a couple of tries to find your dorm room. 

Your body seemed like it knew what it was doing, even if your mind didn’t. You had to explain away your frazzled state to the woman in charge of your wing, a nun who’s name you couldn’t recall to save your life, as nerves. She had looked dubious, but hadn’t questioned you when she pointed you to your room. 

Probably thinks I’m hung over, you thought as you stepped inside. If I didn’t know better I’d think I was drunk enough to hallucinate. But it’s all way too real. Just what happened? One second I was playing the game, and then my phone went off, and then it was all dark. After that I was in the library. 

 It was making your head hurt thinking about it. 

You poked around the room. If you remembered right you’d had a roommate, but she’d already been assigned her company a week early. Her dad was some top brass in the military, so off to the second company she went, 

You made sure the door was locked before you started riffling through your things. 

Books, papers, clothes. Personal items. 

You had a collection of antique keys for some reason, and a blanket shaped like a tortilla that was warmer than most space heaters. There was an old lighter with a hawk engraved on it in one drawer. When you touched it you got the sudden smell of pipe tobacco and a man laughing far in the back of your mind before it was gone. Just like when you touched the ring earlier. 

Memories that weren’t yours. You had stepped into someone else's life. 

When you looked in the mirror you found the face that your had designed for your character staring back at you. There was a thin ring of white in your eyes, cutting through their color and marking you as a pyrokinetic. 

Shit. Each of those abilities had a different eye. Which one was the circle? There was a circle, a pointy cross, and teardrop because the designer was some edgelord. Which power does this mean I have? Wings? Magnet sand? Or the spear torch thingy? 

You wished this could have been more like Fate/Grand Order. Then you would just have to keep track of your teams abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. Not your own. 

Fuck. 

You spend a long time in your room, packing up all of your belongings. None of them really belong to you. They belong to your character, and they’re only familiar in the sense that you’ve thrown them over your shoulder when you were looking for something specific before. Only now if you throw them they won’t puff back to where they were before eventually. You’ll actually have to put this stuff away. 

Damn it, you’ve never liked packing. 

Still, you carefully rolled your new found clothes into baggage burritos. They were pretty plain, all in all. Oh well. You could make adjustments later if you really wanted to. Was it a game mechanic you haven't unlocked? Full customization? You could pick gender and hair, and the eyes depended on your pyrokinesis. Maybe at some point you got to change clothes too. 

You’d figure it out. 

You hoped. 

Your head was still reeling the with the idea of what was going on, but for now, with nothing else you really could do, you decided to go with it. 

Once you had everything all packed up you left your room to do some exploring. You tried to keep track of where you were going in the big fire station/training academy, but before long you were hopelessly lost. 

You stumbled upon a training room, where a familiar boy with a dorky pony tail was slashing a glowing blue sword through a training dummy. The poor dummy fell to the floor in pieces. 

You watched him for a few minutes before he noticed you. 

“Oh,” he said, “It’s you.” 

Which was… pretty lame, if you’re being honest. 

What, did you one pop his delusional bubble? 

“Yep,” you popped your ‘p’, “It’s a-me.” Mario. “What did that guy ever do to you? Try to challenge the great Knight King Arthur on a troll bridge?” you meant it to be a joke, but Arthur actually lit up. 

“Hardly! This was merely training. A Knight King must always be ready to defend his people!” 

“Of course,” you nodded along, playing with him. “And soon you’ll be embarking on a great quest to your new company, right? Do you know which one?” 

“I didn’t bother with those silly preference sheets. Let whichever company requires a knight most vie for my presence.” 

You were honestly impressed Arthur even knew the word ‘vie’. Wasn’t he kind of a loon? 

“Mhmm, mhmm, I see,” you nodded seriously. “Then in case, I might see you in my own company.” 

You wanted to ask him to spar, if only to see Excalibur in action more, but you still weren’t sure what your power was or how to use it. So you ended up bowing out. 

It took you another hour to find your way  back to your room. 

Whoops. 

You don’t really sleep. You lay down and try to wake up, and hope that come morning you’ll be back in your living room with a vr stapped to your head and this whole thing will have been a (not so terrible) dream. 

Keep Dreaming. 

~    ~