#no masks cause it's just casual hangout

[theguythatdraws]

@autisticarachnid I wanted to draw our spiders hanging out together, so here we go; Spider-Goth and Arachno-Saurus.

[catkyunie]

ateez's love languages (maknae line) ♡

Sannie is a cuddle bug and as soon as he is sure that you are comfortable with him and vice versa, he’s going to make sure you know it. If there is ever an opportunity for his arms to be wrapped around you in some capacity, he’s taking it. Cooking dinner? He’s hugging you from behind. Laying on the sofa and scrolling through TikTok? He’s now your human blanket. Physical closeness and the intimacy that comes with it is something that Sannie cherishes. San is a person who loves deeply and who loves hard so being able to feel the way your body responds to his affections, hearing the quickening of your heartbeat, seeing the way the tips of your ears and cheeks flush with the prettiest shade of pink, fills him with an insatiable sense of pride. This goes hand in hand with his need for quality time as well as his want to care for you with acts of service. After a long day of work, he’d have body oils ready for a deep tissue massage, a blanket his mother made him fresh from the dryer that smells of him, and a warm drink at the ready and promptly refilled when he noticed it getting low. Going on a movie date together? He’s dusting off your seat and being mindful of picking seats that he knows aren’t too close or too far so as not to strain your eyes. Don’t mention your car needing any kind of maintenance. He’ll purposefully have the managers drive you to work the next day so he can go have the oil changed, and the gas tank filled, and even detail it for you. Any and everything that he can do to make your life easier, he’s willing to go above and beyond because he knows you would do the exact same thing for him. He is also so appreciative of the fact that you can be okay with having Wooyoung, Yeosang, or any of the members around for casual hangouts. San’s friendships mean just as much to him as his relationship with you and he loves the fact that you understand and are willing and able to accommodate his need for quality time with his members as well. Seeing how much you love his brothers and how much they adore their little sister does things for his spirit that he finds difficult to put into words. So, he expresses it with as much physical affection as either group can stomach.

Song Mingi is a person who often uses physical touch to comfort those around him. Whether it’s a reassuring hand on his hyung’s back or a quick hug to help drive a point home, he is always able and willing to be that source of solace for someone when they need it. However, it is when someone is willing to do the same for him that he melts. The comfort he feels from your hand on his neck or the weight of your head on his shoulder is something that causes Mingi’s chest to swell. It is also something that the rapper has found helps him lessen his own anxieties. More often than not if the two of you are seated beside each other, Mingi will motion for you to crawl into his lap or to even lay atop him. You are what he likes to refer to as his own ‘personal weighted blanket’. Another way that you help Mingi through his day-to-day worries is with your words of reassurance and affirmations. While he has since gained incredible confidence in himself and his abilities as both a rapper and stage performer, there are still days when the man struggles to separate what is meant to be a stage persona and the person he really is behind that mask. Thankfully, between you and his members, he is reminded that no one is like Mingi and that, despite his own perception of himself, he is loved and cherished for being that very person. On and off the stage. Quality time with his brothers and his partner also does wonders with grounding Mingi and helping him differentiate between the many hats he wears. Some of his favorite ways to relax after a long week of schedules is by sitting at home with takeout and tossing on whatever anime series he’s been putting off watching. Most of those nights are also accompanied by couples' face masks and the occasional distraction in the form of makeup. Though it isn’t something he does often, he enjoys it when he and his partner can just play around with eyeshadows and turn each other into eccentric and beautiful canvases. He particularly likes it when you teach him different makeup techniques, like which brush is the best for blending out a smokey eye or giving him a plump, dewy lip look.

Much like his dear friend San, Wooyoung is very much a fan of physical affection. In fact, out of all eight ATEEZ members, he’s probably the most forward with his physical affections. He’s never been one to shy away from hugs or kisses, and will even go out of his way to give reassuring or playful little booty pats. He’s also, by far, the most bitey of the members. While most of the nibbles are mischievous in nature and are nothing more than a little chomp, there are times when he can get carried away and leave a mark or two, much to the disdain of his members. Alas, it is always good fun. Most of what Wooyoung does is for the sake of fun at the expense of his members or partner. Wooyoung is The Brat of ATEEZ and will go out of his way to be a little menace whenever the opportunity arises. Whether it’s being sassy or pouting when he doesn’t get his way, Wooyoung naturally demands attention. With that being said, sometimes he worries if maybe it’s too much too often. While he’s never been one to dim his brightness for the sake of others, he can’t help but wonder if, at times, he’s verging on the edge of inconsiderate or maybe even annoying. This is where his need for words of affirmation comes in. Though his members, and even occasionally his partner, may pick back with him and pretend like they don’t like his forwardness or affections, they are always sure to reassure him after the fact that he is loved and adored for being just who he is, even if that is a chaotic little fox. They wouldn’t have him any other way and Wooyoung is forever grateful to have found not only a set of brothers but a lover that can and will cherish him, inside and out. How does he show this appreciation? By going out of his way to do what he can for others when and if he is able. While Wooyoung can be extremely extroverted, he is, at his core, an introvert (he is an ISTJ after all). It is the quiet moments in between when you and Wooyoung are alone and away from the prying eyes of the public that Woo really shines. This is when he can turn his persona down and really get the chance to just be Wooyoung with his members and partner. One of his favorite ways to display acts of service is by cooking for the people he loves. Whether he’s experimenting with a new dish or simply chooses to make your favorite because you’ve had a tough day at work, Woo’s love of food and his love for you is evident in the way he not only prepares it but presents it as well. And seeing the way you melt in your seat after taking a bite? It absolutely fills him with pride and adoration.

Jongho adores spoiling you and will often take you out with this intention. One of his favorite ways to do so is by popping into department stores and having cheesy dressing room montages with you, the sole purpose of hyping you up and reminding you of how stunning he finds you in literally every article of clothing, even the pieces that you purposefully pull from the rack to try and look silly. Something that initially surprised you about Jongho is how much he enjoys styling his partner. While you’re shifting through different pieces and putting together outfits, he’ll occasionally wander the store as well, perusing the racks until he finds articles of clothing that he not only knows you’ll love, but that he thinks you’d look striking in. His favorite way to style you though, by far, is with accessories. Pops of gold or chrome silver, colorful and playful necklaces, stylized bags. And once you settle on an outfit or two that you fall in love with? To the register you go, with a surprise gift usually being thrown into the mix, often in the form of a dainty chain or bracelet. He’s the type of partner to buy his someone a chain with a letter J pendant for everyday wear. Much like Yunho, the youngest of the two Ho’s intertwines their gift-giving with acts of service. Jongho would definitely be the type to purchase his partner the latest software or camera equipment if their job or hobby required it and he’d do it with no prompting whatsoever. This maknae is all about spoiling their someone and making their lives as easy as they possibly can. But, that isn’t to say that Jongho does not enjoy hearing how much you enjoy how he spoils you. Seeing as he is a person who has a difficult time expressing himself with words or physical actions, he sometimes worries that his someone will perceive his spending habits as ways to buy their love when that certainly isn’t the case. Hearing you say how much you enjoy the new bag or how much easier your work has become since purchasing some sort of software really and truly reaffirms for him that you see and understand why he does the things he does. It isn’t to purchase your love. It’s to make you smile and reassure you that you deserve to be spoiled.

[asksnixxtana]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging:Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Brittany:

Brittany had grown accustomed to the butterflies that accompanied any casual “hang out” with her childhood best friend. They were usually accompanied by other feelings, but those were the kinds of things they didn’t speak about. “I’m not judging!” Brittany was quick to refute, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I’m down for whatever it takes to make you feel better.” The blonde stated, fighting back her smirk at the innuendo.

She watched on as the other girl sat up, leaning against her as she drank large mouthfuls of dark liquor. “I’m emotionally invested in Cake Week…if you don’t mind?” Brittany admitted, a sheepish smile disappearing behind the lip of the bottle she brought to her mouth against her better judgment. It appeared there wouldn’t be any legitimate studying occurring any time soon. Brittany took another drink from the bottle, in an effort to keep up pace with Santana, before handing the bottle back so she could switch the TV to The Great British Baking Show. 

She fought but lost to the urge she felt to reach out and tug Santana closer, her right arm wrapping around a hoodie-covered waist to pull her back into her lap. Pointedly not making eye contact and instead pretending to be really focused on the soothing sound of many different British accents infiltrated the otherwise quiet room, volume turned down per San’s wishes. "You smell really good..." she whispered after moments spent silently watching the Tv and passing the bottle back and forth. Her nose filled with her favorite scent.

Santana:

Santana knew the move was coming before it happened. The arm around her waist not so subtly pulling her onto a familiar lap. Shared warmth seeping through layers of clothing. She made herself comfortable nevertheless; as she pretended to not notice that the blonde beneath her wasn't exactly engulfed in the show playing on the tv. Hell…they could just barely hear what was being said with the volume so low. The two continuously passed the bottle back and forth - until Santana could barely taste the bitter amber liquid anymore and her body was warm and fuzzy. Her head still hurt, but it wasn't that throbbing type of headache…just an annoying pain that was easily masked by the chills cause at the hands of Brittany's complement.

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you. Here, hold this.” Santana passed the bottle off to her best friend and promptly tore off her hoodie, leaving her in a toddler sized undershirt. She tossed heavy cotton to the floor absently. “Fuck…that's so much better.” The alcohol was officially alcohol-ing. Heat coursing through Santana’s veins for more reasons than one. She could literally feel the energy in the room shift. This was what they did…

Now sure…they hung out like regular besties too…but the reason for this hangout had been established before Santana had even left her apartment. Both she and Brittany knew what was up. “You can probably get a better smell without the hoodie in the way…” Santana murmured, shifting so that she could throw her left leg over Britany's lap to straddle her thighs. She tucked a perfectly manicured finger under a defined jawline assisting in pulling the older woman in. “What do I smell like?”

[haechanokeh]

I'm Right For You [pt.1 ]

[teaser/ prologue] [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ]

✓ I recommend listen to Die For You by The Weeknd every time reading this story 😌

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (this chapter): HIGH SEXUAL TENSION, masturbation and sex dream.

warning (the series): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, anal sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

word count: 2.3K

I think I'm right for you, babe. You know what I'm thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect and I know that you're worth it I can't walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

Mark was the least classmate you want to be pair with, Not because he slacks, not a good student because god knows he’s an excellent student. you just don’t like how different from you, it was unexplainable but you feel so intimidated- you can’t even look straight into his eyes. mark receives a lot of recognition and everyone adores him. he’s very kind.  everyone wants to hang out with him well mark is very friendly, he's really a good influence they say. he doesn't smoke, he drinks but not that much, plus he encourages the class to attend bible study- his father is a pastor. but you never hangout with anyone unless it's school related.

“my house? y/n? are you listening?” he lowered his head to check your face looking down on the textbook the whole time. he grabbed your attention, your eyes quickly shifted anywhere but him. 

“ah... ahm i’m good with library, i don’t want to cause any inconvenience.” you politely rejected his suggestion to where you can do your case study in clinical pharmacy. it’s just it doesn’t look good if a girl is alone with man in a house.

“but we can’t talk properly in the library.” he reasoned, and you knew he has a point.

“ahm, maybe in coffee shops?” no, you heard mark dislike going to coffee shop just to study, he said the key to ace the exams are study at home or library. studying in coffee shop causes inconvenience too for people who truly want to enjoy coffees. 

“okay fine. your house.” you sighed. he showed his infamous smile.

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mark said that they have visitors in their house so both of you decided to go you didn't know that mark lives in a fancy condominium. his house look so expensive, you very conscious to move, afraid that you might break something.

"what are you standing there?" he chuckled and put down his bag on the floor beside the couch. you're standing still on the doorway. "sit here." he patted the long sofa next to the couch.

you quietly walked towards the sofa and sit on it, stiffly which made mark chuckle again.

"do you want water, soda, tea, coffee, or me?" he winked, teasing you. you blushed, and you really despise that feeling every time he's around. you don't like it when he makes you flustered.

"water." you brushed off the intimidation. your tone changed slightly like you're annoyed.

mark could easily read people, he's really good at it. he knew you dislike him but something in your eyes say different. mark has been building this sexual tension between you for so long already but it still amazes him that you always block it. rather giving up, he was motivated and it became an addiction. he wanted tou so badly.

"okay water it is." he just said.

you opened your bag and get your notes in chemistry. you saw mark’s phone light up, and you saw his phone wallpaper. it was just in front of you, his wallpaper is a girl facing down on the table as if she's sleeping but what caught your eyes the most is that her matching bracelets with written bold letters life. then you analyze whether it was you, you have the same hair color and the two rings in the middle finger too. you literally froze, analyzing what's going on.

"y/n, here's your water and a sliced of cake that my brother baked." you almost jumped when he appeared. his brows met in confusion when he caught you so surprised. he put the tray on the table. "something wrong?"

your mouth felt dry.

"n-nothing." you stuttered. mark gave you an unconvinced look but just shrugged. he reach for his phone. you suddenly feel thirsty so you reach for the glass of water and drink it.

"ahm... who's on your wallpaper? ah- your phone light up i think someone texted you." you said returned to gulping the water

"you." he casually answered. you chocked and spat out the water from your mouth. the glass slipped from your hand and thank goodness it landed on your thigh safely but you clothes became wet.

mark only watched you while laughing on your cute reaction. you glared at him.

"i'm sorry, you're just too cute." he apologized suppressing his laugh. mark sat beside you and grabbed the glass from your lap and put it back on top of the table. "i still don't get it why you never notice my signals." he said, wiping your face using the sleeves of his sweater.

it sends you shivers, his touch did but his mischievousness no. you were slightly annoyed.

“you don’t like me huh.” he pretend to be hurt.

“stop playing.” you said and look down on your shirt. “my shirt is wet now.” 

mark stare at your silhouette shirt and your flesh and black bra are showing in front of his eyes. 

“i think i should go home.” you were disappointed, both of you haven’t accomplished anything yet.

she’s going home? like that?

“you can barrow my shirt for the mean time.” he stood up.

“really? thanks.” you stood up and follow him.\

i just confessed but i don’t think she get it. she’s really something. a small smile plastered in his face but you weren’t able to see it since his back was facing you. 

he opened his door’s room and he went in with you. you slightly observed his room, nothing special but there’s a lot of book on the shelf and two kinds of guitar. he loves music and ready, you find it amusing though. your eyes followed him getting shirt from his closet. 

we walked towards you.

“here.” he gave you a generous smile. he extended his hand to give you his shirt. you reached for it and once your hand was on it he swiftly hide it behind your back causing you to stumble on the his bed.

“i’m sorry.” you sat up and you froze when he stand in between the first thing you saw was his clothed abdomen. you looked up and the unfamiliar mark was now looking down on you. 

"i just confessed to you y/n, are you aware or just pretending that it didn’t happen, hmm?” he caressed your cheek that gave you goosebumps.” do you hate me? despise me? but why am i seeing in your eyes, you want me and you hate it weren't you?"

the air became thick, your mouth just parted and eyes staring at him. you're still processing what he said, it made you question your hate towards him.

hate was a strong word, you don't hate him but you hate whatever he made you feel, like right now. you're heart is going crazy. you just realize that you really like it and it's hard for you to admit because you know that he will do not good to you. you will just get hurt because he will never like you back, but that's not the case anymore. although you're doubting his confession, you seemed to love the idea of having him.

you gulped, your throat became dry once more. cat got your tongue and your brain stopped working- you can’t even process what’s going on. it was gentle but it feels icy like his voice and eyes. he’s not mark, at least that’s what you think.

“mark... i- what’s-” you have no idea what you want to say. 

he slowly and carefully traced your parted lips. mark felt arouse thinking how good it feels to sucked by these tiny mouth of yours. he lifted your chin using his thumb and middle finger and with no hesitations he captured your lips. you lost your sanity. you melted and so as your surviving rationality. 

he cupped your jaws and he deepened the kiss, tongue inside and he locked your mouths. the sensation went straight to your core. you felt like the world stop revolving around the sun and heat just absorbed mark’s room. the sloppy and wet kisses became louder than the aircon. heat rose from your chest. you were unaware but your hands were on the back of his head playing with his hair. he released a smug smile which you did not noticed.  this is your first kiss, no one ever kissed you... well you never had a boyfriend.  

a wicked idea won in mark’s hand, his hands skimmed down your body until it reached you thigh. he parted and caressed it. but it was a bad idea for him, senses snapped back on you.

you quickly separated your self, pushing him and you stood up. you quickly get up from his bed. 

“I need to use your toilet, excuse me.” your heart was pounding loud and you feel so hot. you walked passed him and walking to his room. 

mark quick on his feet before you even enter his bathroom not a toilet. he turned you. 

“why did we stop?” he groaned eyes glued on your lips.

“if you’re bored and just want to play, please not me Mark.” you begged, lips quivering because you know deep down in you, you’re close to giving in. His eyes masked with darkness, jaws clenched. he stepped forward and you step back. you don’t like it when he’s too close. you hate the feeling of being weak.

“do i look like i’m playing with you?” his voice was deep with a hint of annoyance. it was your first time to see mark like this.

mark who’s always smiling, laughing, friendly, caring,  generous, and everyone adores. was now gone. in your eyes he’s like a tiger targeting its prey. it didn’t help you’re in his den and back against the wall.

“mark, i want to go home." you faintly whispered still looking straight in his eyes. you felt so small, like a prey waiting, ready to be eaten.

"do you hate me that much?" he was reaching for your cheeks but you flinched. mark was offended by your reaction. "i never been bad to you y/n, tell me what did i do to you to make you feel this scared of me." he tucked your hair behind you ear.

"i'm not scared." you almost choke when you said that. mark chuckled at your cuteness. "you're just different to me and i don't know how to act around you." his brow raised.

"i feel uncomfortable mark, can i go home?" it took a lot of courage to say that. you just want to runaway. he smiled sadly, admiring your angelic face. eyes wide open with innocence looking up to him, he felt the unfamiliar urge to dominate those eyes.

"i guess you hate what ever you are feeling towards me, but unlike you I won't runaway." he traced the side of your face, it send shivers down to your core. "because I just simply can't walkaway."

he stepped back and tucked his hands on his pants.

"you can stay, i will not do anything to you. let's finish our case study on the living room." he went back, giving you his familiar smile. the atmosphere changed, the coldness vanished and changed into warmth.

you felt at ease.

"thank you." you said and you're quick on your feet, leaving his room.

mark watch you left from his room, he erased his pretentious smile.

"how long will this last, fuck." he groaned in frustration.

awkward but bot of you at least accomplished and solved the case. he offered you to drive you back home but you insisted that he doesn’t have to but he was so persistent that you have to lie about running errand and meeting your mom.

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sleepiness caught you the moment your body touched the bed.

“mark...” you faintly moaned and covered your mouth as you watch mark thrusting his fingers on your slick producing squelching and sucking your clit. 

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna cum!" you squealed and your legs started to shake. he crawled over you, hovering your naked body.

you finally met his eyes that almost melt your knees.

"i though you hate it? should i stop?"

“NO!” you gasped, and woke up from your strange dream. you sat up and was catching your breath. you felt something sticky between your thighs, shame enters your system and guilt.

"what am i thinking?" you whispered to yourself.

you felt ashamed over your dream doing something dirty with mark, however the other party was thinking of you non stop.

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mark stroking his dick, eyes closed while imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"fuck, right there y/n." he moaned, after few thrust he spurted his white thick liquid.

his chest rose heavily. staring at his hands filled with his cum, there was no disgrace in his soul when he masturbate and thinking of you at the same time.

mark is always contented whatever he has, he's very simple minded but things went wrong when you caught his attention. for the first time, he want something- your body and your attention.

he thought, he wanted to be greedy, he needs to be greedy.

"will not do anything? at least for today huh?" he chuckled bitterly as he remembered what he said awhile ago to you.

"no holding back." he seriously said and wipe his hand on the blanket.

hello, i'm sorry for grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy it there's nothing much in this, just sexual tensions for chapter 1 ♥️

and i hope you like it, here's the chapter 1. @mellowvoidexpertfriend

[tobiosmilktea]

casual catastrophes — sakusa kiyoomi

2.6k words | genre/s: uni!au, fluff | warning/s: kinda nsfw (i tried lol) | pairing: sakusa x f!reader

↪︎ in which his jealous actions spoke louder than his words

a/n: request for @study-milk, sorry for the long wait! i still hope you enjoy it overall

also i cant write smut for shit so i turned it into something poetic instead LMAO like honestly i have no idea how people write this so casually i couldn’t stop laughing the entire time

you were an untamed disarray in the morning. you looked at the world through a lens of thunderous fatigue as you finally managed to get some sleep in the past couple of days of nonstop assignments and projects. you loathed the hour at which you were forced to wake, from the tweeting of morning songbirds to the chattering of voice of the morning news droning through the placid dewy air of the new day.

your slender fingers slithered through your knotted hair, pulling the linen sheets of of you as you groaned honey through your teeth. you stretched up high until you could practically touch the clouds through the tips of your fingers until it lulled you awake rather than knee-jerk movements of the daily routine of getting out of bed. it was finally the weekend which meant no classes for a couple of days and you were eternally grateful. despite the short break between weeks being only two days, it was surely enough for you to have fun and relax, not to mention that your best friend had just arrived last night from travelling abroad.

you and your best friend, kaito, had been close ever since you had punched him square on the nose in elementary school after he made fun of you. you supposed that the impact had hurt him enough to think he would like to be best friends with you forever.

kaito had been on your side for as long as you could remember. you would always attend the same middle and high schools, helping you through your darkest days, your highest of highs, and even the lowest of lows. hell, kaito was even there for you when you were head over heels for sakusa. if anything, it was your best friend you had to thank for you to even be with sakusa kiyoomi in the first place. you two got together your second year of high school and have been going strong even now that you both were in your last year in university.

it was honestly quite the shame that you and kaito ended up following separate paths after graduating high school. you decided to stay in tokyo with sakusa while kaito travelling abroad and living his best life.

as if your body was on autopilot, you found yourself already making your way out of your shared bedroom of your shared apartment with sakusa, sighing to yourself as you gently shut the door behind you. following the sound of the television’s soft chattering from the small living room, you glanced upon your boyfriend making breakfast and cooking his morning away tot he smell of chamomile tea and eggs.

“morning,” he muttered, quickly flickering you a glance before focusing his attention back on the eggs. he was in the process of making yours and he was well aware of how picky you were with how your eggs were cooked.

“good morning,” you greeted with that smile he always liked seeing. you settled yourself atop one of the bar stools as you waited for him to finish, “we got visitors today.”

sakusa’s brows arch as he plated your breakfast and making his way towards you. “visitors? who? what time are they coming so i can clean properly?”

you shook your head with a light chuckle left your lips, “you don’t have to do that, you know as i think you know who’s coming.” you say, thanking the boy before you as you stabbed your fork into your eggs. “besides, we’re probably going out to hangout.”

a hum of acknowledgement emitted from sakusa as you could’ve swore he made a strange look when you mentioned visitors. you didn’t even mention kaito’s name, but you knew that he knew who you were talking about.

shaking the thought out of your head, you and your boyfriend ate breakfast in the serene silence. your eyes hadn’t even meet each other as your gazes were both locked upon the television screen.

sakusa found himself waiting, sitting on one of the bar stools at some random pub in downtown tokyo that you had dragged him to in order to meet kaito. he let out an inaudible sigh as he pulled his white face mask higher up on the bridge of his nose as he watched your honey drenched eyes scan the crowds every five minutes.

sakusa had a terrible habit of staring at you in the midst of the silence between you two. he often thought of his gazes to be of a nuisance, but he was well aware that you would’ve called him out on it if you truly found it annoying. trust me, he learned this the hard way when you two first started dating. if anything, he took it to his own advantage to memorize every feature upon your face. the volleyball player’s face seemed to light up the same way yours did as your eyes widened at the sight before you—kaito and a friend of who decided to tag along.

“kaito!” you called out to her best friend, pulling sakusa from his trance and towards the arriving pair.

“feels like i haven’t seen you in eons, (y/n).” kaito laughs as he pulls you into a tight hug. sakusa’s eyes flickered down to how dangerously close your friend’s hands were wrapped around you.

a curt smile melted upon your lips, “well, this is the longest we’ve been apart.”

“true, but i’m honestly surprised you haven’t gone insane without me keeping you in check all the time.” jests kaito, a tone lacing his words with a raised brow upon his face.

you scoff, “as if! i though your expected between from me.” you mused before gesturing to your boyfriend that your best friend had failed to even greet, “besides, sakusa has taken over that job.”

it was then kaito had finally nodded towards the masked individual as you were too occupied introducing yourself to kaito’s plus one. eventually the four of you found yourselves sitting on the bar stools in a row, with you being in the middle of kaito and sakusa.

with only two hours into the night, numerous topics had already been talked about—mostly between you an kaito as they were of reminiscent memoirs that refused to wither into oblivion or stories of his travels.

“so when are you leaving japan?” you asked, casually sipping on your cocktail.

a hum of thought emitted from kaito as his eyes focused on his glass, “in two weeks, i think.”

“where to?”

“probably australia and new zealand,” kaito answers between sips of his drinks, “so far, i’ve been to most of the continents besides australia, so i’ll most likely spend a month in each country.”

a light chuckle escaped from your lips, “must be nice.” you commented, suddenly feeling a large, warm hair grip at your thigh. eyes widening slightly, you look back towards sakusa whose face mask was resting below his chin in order to take a sip of his drink. he wasn’t even looking at you, but his grip on your thigh tightened. you squeezed his hand back.

your best friend downed the rest of his drink, his breath finally catching up to him as he felt a pair of eyes staring holds into his skull. he decides to shake it off, “well, i’m just really fortunate enough to have a job that lets me travel. maybe once you graduate you can come with me and travel for a couple months.”

it was then sakusa wove his fingers though yours and gripped your hand tightly. as if he was suddenly afraid to let go, he rudely cleared his throat as he downed a shot.

“besides,” kaito continues his ramblings without noticing any of sakusa’s tense actions towards you. “i was supposed to go on that australia trip right now, but i decided to stop by japan cause i wanted to see you before i leave again. couldn’t last another couple of months without seeing your ugly face.”

a playful scoff emits from you, rolling your eyes. “dickhead.”

“oh, come on, i know you miss me.” he teases, his hand raising to possible touch your face, but before he could do so, sakusa swiftly pulls your face away to quickly peck you on the lips.

“sakusa?” you muttered upon his soft lips as you pull away.

he cleared his throat, “sorry that i interrupted, but it’s getting late and i just remembered that atsumu asked for our help for his move.”

that was a lie. sakusa quickly made it up as he couldn’t bear for his anger and jealousy to brew within him for any longer as he would physically combust if he were. 

“really?” you questioned as confusion rang over your face.

sakusa nods, “yeah, he texted us earlier this morning, remember?”

you tilted you head slightly, trying to recall the memory but failing to do so. but it wasn’t like you questioned it any further as it was probably lost in the busy saturday endeavors of cleaning up around the house that it possibly flew over your head. besides, it was sakusa who usually remembered this types of things so you trusted his judgement.

“oh,” you sigh, looking over to kaito and giving him a pitiful look. “sorry we had to cut tonight short, kaito. maybe next time we can hang out for longer.”

“don’t worry about, (y/n). there’s always next time” your best friend waves his hand as if to say it wasn’t a big deal. he watched as you hopped off the bar stool and gathered your things, “oh here, let me walk you guys out.”

kaito, along with his tag along left their seats at the bar as well and followed you and sakusa out. your best friend noticed the way your boyfriend was tensed with his arm draped affectionately over your shoulders. kaito’s brows slightly furrow as he looked at the sight before him. jealous, he thought as he feigned a laugh. being the germaphobe he is, he was well aware that this was super out of character for sakusa and it was all because of kaito. perhaps there was a smug look on your best friends face that immediately dissipated the moment you all stepped out into the cold night air.

“i swear it got colder,” you mumbled as a cheeky idea popped inside kaito’s head. perhaps he would do you a favor as he was aware of how stressed you had been in the past week, maybe if he pushed a couple more of sakusa’s buttons that you would be in for a treat.

“here, let me give you my coat.” kaito was in the midst of taking his jacket off his shoulders when sakusa had already place his own coat over your shoulders in one swift movement.

the tall volleyball player flickered a look over his shoulder, giving a harsh glance towards your best friend. “i got it, thanks. we’ll be leaving now.”

“bye, kaito!” was the last thing you said to your best friend before you and sakusa walked towards his car.

you hadn’t expected the night to end like this—stark naked under the pale moonlight that bled through the windows of your apartment, laying beneath sakusa who was in the process of taking his shirt off.

all you knew was that this was entirely sparked off his stupid jealousy towards kaito for no reason whatsoever. the thing is, the only reason why you knew was of all the backhanded comments sakusa had made on the car ride home after he had locked the car doors and confessed that helping atsumu was a lie. that having you alone and all his was the only reason why he wanted to leave the pub so badly, to have you in his arms and in his embrace, to feel your skin against his. whatever jealousy he experienced earlier in the night, he wanted it to disappear once he showed you that you were his.

you tried to be indifferent about it. that his uncalled for actions wouldn’t let him succeed in having him take you, but your senses seemed to swell and pulse against your skin at each waking moment that passed. you did end up melting into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

he knew you so well that he was aware that the moment his lips touched your neck, all of your defiance would deteriorate. he knew that just a few light brushes and strategically placed touches against your skin would do all of his bidding without much thought.

sakusa sighed into your lips and that burst of serendipitous spark of lust and desperation radiated throughout your bodies. as if all of his rising envious antics melted away, withering along with everything else in the world—the sounds, the questionable best friends, the alcohol coursing through your veins—it dissolved into nothing but you and him.

all of sakusa attention was on you and you only. nothing else in the world would break him out of his trance of love and infatuation for you as he savored the familiar taste of your lips.

you clutched at him with the aching of fervor and reincarnation. you yearned for his touch, clinging to his shoulders, pulling at his hair, and wrapping your legs around his hips to drag him harder into you.

sakusa kissed his way down your neck, to your collarbones and eventually down to your breasts as the deep growl that emitted from his lips lit your skin on fire. he breathed vehemence and desire as he adjusted himself in front of your entrance, watching as there was some sort of unwavering and steadfast hunger and avidity that melted over his face. 

you let out a moan as he stretched you out, the sound bouncing off the walls as he didn’t even hesitate and let you adjust. you held onto his shoulders tightly at each of his movements, all strong and powerful at each buck of his hips. there was an ignited salacity in you and sakusa’s tangled greed of limbs and skin had pressed together. 

your nails dug into his skin, hoping it would leave marks for his friends to see due to your boyfriend’s guttural sounds of pleasure. even the lewd whimpers leaving your lips caused sakusa to make his movements harsher and deeper, for his lovebites to darken upon your innocently clean neck, and to his hands leaving red marks from his grip on your thighs.

you both hoped your marks for each other would last for days. as if they were the reminders of the night a casual catastrophe of jealousy eminent in your love was something you both could memorize the reminders for days. that instead of you remembering the fun memories of your antics with kaito, you instead remembered the way sakusa looked beneath the blue hues of the midnight stars. of how he looked absolutely breathtaking by the moon’s silhouette.

to remember the taste of lust and ardor, of the way his lips tasted, of the way his body felt pressed up against yours. it was truly something to remember as the only reason why you and sakusa were nearing each other’s edges was all because of kaito himself. the man who set you two up in the first place and the man who purposely made sakusa jealous just because you were stressed, kaito was aware that your boyfriend was the only one who could make you feel like this. to unravel and have you in a trembling mess under his own body, you had dragged him with the tide of pleasure with the sudden downpour of mumbled ‘i love you’ was muffled against each other’s bodies.

your phone then buzzed on your bedside table once you both rode out your highs:

from: kaito :))

hope you had fun tonight, homie, i did the best i can ;)

[okaywitheverything]

Can I request a Kakashi x reader where Kakashi and the reader have a unspoken thing between them, like they both know how they feel about each other even through when going through different relationships but it’s just not something they’ve acted on because of ✨ninja life✨ and ✨trauma✨then one of the readers relationships starts moving too fast so kakashi finally confesses. I love your writing btw sorry I went off on a ramble it’s like 4am and I’ve had a lot of energy drinks

A/N: Thank you so much honey! I had a kakashi kick so i decided to write this, Hope you enjoy! Please show it love and I’ll be more than willing to write a second part!

 “I had a fun time too.” You lied straight through your teeth, with a smile on your face to make your statement look more convincing.

You had just returned from your sixth date with Genma, and you were the most cruel human possible for leading him on like this. Given, he was a player back in the academy and broke many hearts but he had now redeemed himself and parted with the playboy ways. Your intuition told you he was genuinely falling for you but you couldn’t reciprocate, constantly giving yourself the excuse of just one more date.

But how to give your heart to him when it already belonged to another?

He pecked your lips lightly and gazed into your eyes, then stepped back and continued, “So I was wondering if you would come back to my place for dinner next Friday?

He looked like a golden retriever yearning for its favourite toy, you didn’t know how to say no to him.

Of course, you weren’t dumb. You knew what he was hinting at. The next level of your relationship was physical intimacy. You were sure this was the longest Genma might have dated someone without indulging in uhh, lovemaking.

You knew he was trying to be patient with you, because you had never gone that far with any of

your previous relationships, third base was foreign territory to you. You knew this was a well known fact among your colleagues but you were over the initial embarrassment now.

But the question was,

Were you ready for that?

He was one of the most sought after bachelors in Konoha, alongside Izumo, Kotetsu, Kakashi-

Kakashi of course.

Kakashi was coolness personified and you were not even kidding. Almost every one wanted to either be him or be with him. Both applied to all possible genders. Even as a kid, he was a once in a millennium prodigy, the pride of ANBU during his youth, famous in every Ninja village across the world. He was a celebrity for goodness sake! He had his own horde of fangirls and fanboys alike. Kakashi had single digit failed missions in an entire record of few hundreds at least. It was almost an insult to give that skilled shinobi a mission below A rank. You both started alongside ay the academy and you were nowhere near his match. Both as an opponent and a partner. That too in both senses, as a team as well as a couple.

You were sure you were one of the many girls pining after him. Sometimes, you gave yourself false hope that even though you weren’t in the same circle at academy, he might have noticed you, crushed on you, felt the same adoration for you.

But who were you kidding? With a exquisite range of beauties lining up at his doorstep to create his progeny, where would you even stand?

“(Y/N) babe? You alright?” Genma asked snapping you out of your thoughts and you almost forgot he was standing in front of you, actually paying you some of his wanted attention and your younger self might have almost felt giddy about it, but you felt nothing but horrible. Horrible because you couldn’t return the enthusiasm and love Genma was offering to you with a pure heart. Horrible because you couldn’t find it in yourself to be brave enough and confess to someone you wanted to be with so much. Horrible because you knew, somewhere deep inside, that your favourite fantasies of love would never come true. But Genma didn’t deserve this either, he didn’t deserve to be treated this way, and the sooner you told him that, the more heartbreak you would be saving both of you from.

“Genma I have mission on Thursday, which might extend up to weeks. I’m sorry-” That was the truth. It might buy you some time as well to figure out what to say to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, not your fault doll. We’ll reschedule after maybe? That sound good?” He gave you a cheeky smile that you loved. Before any of this, you had been friends and he was a gem of a friend. Loyal, true and charismatic. You nodded a genuine smile up at him and suddenly hugged him, he was a good friend after all and you knew nothing would come in the way of that ever.

“Thank you.” You murmured in his chest and he kissed your forehead.

“Anytime.” He replied and left with a smile.

He knew you needed a friend at the moment and that was all he was being then, a good friend.

It was two nights before your mission when Genma suddenly asked you to meet him at the bar. ‘A casual hangout’ he said. But you knew that was obviously not the case.

You had dressed in a simple attire, a top and jeans, the basic only. You had thought it over the previous nights and finally reached the conclusion, you were going to tell Genma the truth. The exact conversation hadn’t played out in your head but you knew what lines to go along.

You would even tell everyone he dumped you and it would be okay if he never wanted to speak to you again cause you didn’t deserve even his friendship for being so ruthless and downright nasty.

But how would you survive without one of your true companions?

Well that was certainly your problem now, not his. Genma was immaculately kind and genuine and you were a cold bitch.

“This is clearly not working (Y/N).”

Well that wasn’t what you were expecting. You knew what he was getting at but juts so you were on the same page you dumbly asked, “What?”

He sighed and looked in your eyes, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It’s getting kinda obvious. You do know I can read you quite well and I see there’s something you’re trying to hide, something that so clearly shows. I could tell you were moving on, well trying to at least. You gave your heart to him when we were just kids, while I gave mine to you. Funny how fate works?”

Neither of you laughed.

“But I guess this is some sort of karma. And it’s going to hurt me for a bit of time. But I’ll be okay. I can’t see you like anymore though. I really hope he appreciates all the love you have for him. And comes around soon. But stay in my life nevertheless.”

You didn’t realise when you started crying, but your face had heated up and you streams of tears tried to cool it down.

With a shaking sob, you replied, “I don’t deserve you Genma. But I Know you’ll find  another and be just fine. For your sake, I really hope you do. And Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him while tears landed on both your shoulders.

It must have been so incredibly hard for him to do this yet he never failed to amaze you. You were proud to be a part of his life. You tilted back and looked in his glazed eyes, stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his, one last pasting kiss. There was so much emotion in it, from both sides that you knew you’d never forget this moment ever.

Genma really knew like the back of his hand, you never even said his name but both knew who you were talking about.

Kakashi always sat at the back of the bar, where he could drink his beer without the prying eyes of others trying to see his face. He rarely drank, lest he was with his friends but his heart was aching right now. He had messed up his mission yesterday because he couldn’t think straight after he saw (Y/N) looking as gorgeous as ever With her sleek (f/c) dress and cherry red lips. He might have drooled, he did actually, but gained his senses when he saw Genma accompanying her. He quickly hid, masking his chakra and looked at the happy couple. It was his fault, if anything for never acting on his feelings.

What good are your worldwide achievements if you don’t have a family to share them with?

Both his parents were taken away from him at a very young age and he had no relatives. Studying too hard, over exerting himself and being bratty became his coping mechanisms. Since his early childhood, Kakashi was very independent and self-confident, at times even appearing arrogant and condescending. Despite that, Kakashi was very perceptive and intuitive, quickly realising the situation for what it was. After his father's death, Kakashi became more stern, aloof and cold toward others, dating was never something he considered important, it didn’t even cross his mind. The only people he ever let into his life were a handful of classmates like Gai, Asuma, maybe even Kurenai to some extent but romance was out of his story, At least he thought it was.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go

He first realised his love at some festival being celebrated in Konoha, when his bored eyes saw you all dressed up, beside your group of friends. You were laughing so wholeheartedly that even tears pooled there. He was thankful for whatever had you wheezing so hard. Sure, he always thought you were attractive, he knew how to appreciate beauty, but for some reason that laugh created a domestic picture in his head and he knew wouldn’t mind listening to it again.

That night he thought about you, like really thought about you. Reminiscing about every encounter you both had ever had, and he fell harder for you the same night. He remembered how you approached him after his father’s passing, the only person whose eyes held true sadness apart from his real friends’ circle.

He knew a lot of his admirers left him gifts at his house, expensive chocolates, cards, bouquets but he knew their intentions were never genuine. But he also remembered that among the lot, were homemade cookies and chocolates. They never had a name but he connected the dots when he found out your distant aunt had some sort of bakery. It was conformed when he saw you travelling through Konoha with several baskets in your hands, Your teen self trying to figure the addresses. He might or not have followed you. Some were your aunt’s deliveries while you brought some of them to your friends’ house and one last basket which you left at his doorstep.

You never approached him after to take credit, or with some other purpose. You didn’t even contact him in academy the next day.

He found himself wishing way too often that you did.

As much of a genius as Kakashi was, it took him way too much time, more than he’d like to admit, several years exactly, to realise the extent of his feelings. It happened when you started to date someone. It never crossed his mind why you never dated before but he wished it could go back to that. He caught you with your date kissing in a park and he swore he heard his heart break. Like really, really break. Then the intellectual finally figured out his Love.

And he knew he screwed up.

 You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch surely dies.

 After that realization, you plagued his thoughts. He thought he would confess if your relationship ended but he was a coward. And he hated himself for it. He knew how shit his reason of losing you if he confessed was, but it was effective. The amount of close people he had lost just amplified his fear. He couldn’t afford to lose you, even if it pained his heart to admire you just from afar.

He was an exceptional ninja and his alert senses identifies your chakra as soon as you entered. Even in casual clothes, you were the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. His gaze followed your short walk to the bar countertop where he found Genma and his mood turned sour. He was once again reminded of all he couldn’t have.

He observed the couple from a few feet behind his crush, and he saw you both hug suddenly. His heart broke all over again when he saw a tear roll down Genma’s cheek and you pulling Genma in a hot, steamy kiss. Though you both weren’t aware, you made quite a scene in the bar and everyone was gazing right at you both. Kakashi quickly paid for his tab and ran out, breathing heavily.

What if Genma proposed? That was a bizarre thought because he knew you’ve been dating for just over a month but Kakashi didn’t know how relationships progressed. That night found him lying awake in his bed and he came to a conclusion.

That he’d be damned if he let you get away without even trying.

A/N: Thanks for making it till the end. I hoped you liked it. Requests are open and if you don’t have any prompt, just comment which character you’d like to see more of and I’ll consider requests of that character. Please reblog and like. I’ll love you if you do.

Until next time.

[sunseteyes]

SPEECHLESS THIEF; T. AMAJIKI

theme/s: aladdin & robin hood inspired. the bond of two thieves that had not spoken yet for two years is not something anyone should underestimate. it’s just the start, but it meant it was not yet the end.

word count: 1,238 words

roze’s note: had a hard time thinking of a title for this tbh hahah. anyway, aaaa i made another oneshot for my bb tama! let’s make way for more tamaki oneshots please~ okay but i also made this in an hour because i forgot to write about this smh. i hope it didn’t looked rushed.

a smirk plays by your lips as you twirled around the necklace by your hand, eyeing at the man across you, the eyes behind the goggles he wore slightly widened, his gaze fixated on you.

“i won again, stranger.” you sang, feeling your cheeks rise in amusement. “i’ve got to say, you’re getting rusty over there. do you want me to teach you?” you winked, clearly couldn’t help but teasing him.

truth be told, you’re not this talkative and flirty at all. what probably gave you the confidence were the mask that you wore and the person you directed it to.

the speechless thief—that’s what they call him. although you didn’t want to refer to him as that simply because it was difficult to say it especially when you’re casually talking to each other—rather, you’re talking to him. he lives up to his name, after all.

“see you next time, love.” you blew him a kiss before falling down—gliding towards the motorcycle that laid just beneath the building. as you started the engine, you failed to stop yourself from looking up, seeing the silhouette of the same man from above, not making any move to follow you.

that’s one thing you learned about him too during the course of two years “spending time” with each other. he’s not talkative, plus he doesn’t also give a chase when you catch whatever he wants to steal first.

there were times that he does get the item first but you do run for your life in order to just get it from him.

the items you steal from him were nothing important per se. you just found him very entertaining and interesting to “hangout” with.

your next heist came sooner than you thought. you were actually excited with this one since the catch this time are gold bars that would be from a corrupt mayor. surely, this would be quite a catch and the speechless thief would not take it very easily.

so you prepared thoroughly throughout the week before the heist. it was such a short time but it was only what you had since the information only got to you by that time.

holding the briefcase on hand, feeling the weight of the gold bars under your palm, you held the gun towards the figure in front of you, them doing the same thing.

“oh, it’s you.” you say in recognition of that gaze and the quirking of his lips. even through his disguise, you easily found out about him and you had to stifle a giggle to not lose your focus.

“you know, you should really take up my offer to polish you up again. maybe you’d win against me.” you remark, narrowing your eyes to see whatever reaction crosses his face.

truth be told, you do not make these words very seriously. all you wanted to do was to be able to witness his expression. after all, that’s what’s getting you riled up with this “silent competition”.

also, you have yet to hear his voice.

he was quick with his movements as usual, trying to kick the gun out of your hand in order to gain advantage.

you, on the other hand, knew what he was about to do. twirling around, you prevented his foot from even touching you, attacking him by the barrel of your gun, only for him to shield himself with his own palm.

you instantly pull your hand away from his, instinctively thinking that he might try to steal the gun instead.

the fight continued but there was no sign of who was winning. as for you, you were enjoying every second of it.

in terms of strength, he was surely the one at advantage. but with the quick movement that you make with your hands and feet, it would be difficult for him to escape from you—that, you’re proud of.

“are you getting tired?” you grinned at him, both of you panting heavily under the moonlight peeking from the window in the room. anytime now, the mayor and anyone else will find out about the heist if neither of you gets out with the briefcase.

you were beginning to tire out as well.

your grip on the handle tightens as you recall of the children and elderly that were relying on you back home.

you have to win this one.

“hey,” you try to catch his attention. “what’s... what’s your name?”

you never really blatantly asked him—you knew he wouldn’t answer anyway. this time, you needed something to distract him somehow.

he hesitated, of course he would. he never spoke once in the span of two years. actually, you were so close to thinking that he wouldn’t even at this time.

“my name is (y/n).” you say, not even bothering to hide your true name. “if that makes you comfortable.”

he’s still tense, you sensed. yet after sometime, he finally speaks.

“tamaki... why... why do you a-ask?”

hoarse and stutter, that was what you first thought when you heard his voice. it was almost as if he only forced them out of his system.

a smile curves your lips unconsciously still.

“tamaki...” you repeated. “i’ll call you tama-kun, then!” you beamed, seeing how he tenses at the mention of his name.

you walked towards him slowly and he didn’t seem to have any indication to attack you—more like he wanted to just crawl under the table and refuse to even look at you.

you slapped the gun away from his hand and caught it with yours, your movements quick enough for his comprehension.

but before he could even say something, you spoke.

“the gold is not the only thing i intend to steal tonight, tama-kun.”

“h-huh?”

you slipped your gun on your belt and gave back his, offering a gentle smile at the same time.

“why do you steal, tama-kun?” you inquired, still holding out his gun—which he wasn’t still getting back.

“i bet... it’s not for you, isn’t it?” you added, already knowing the answer before he could say so.

“h-how-“

“i don’t steal for myself too.” you forced the gun on his hand and when he finally held it, you knew he wouldn’t point it to you anytime soon.

as you looked up to his eyes, you saw the confusion and surprise in his eyes, probably recalling of the encounters you’ve had before.

“but the thing we’re different at is that; i steal for those in need, you steal for those with their personal desires. aren’t i right?”

he closed and opened his mouth simultaneously, probably not knowing what to say.

he still lives out his name and you had to stop yourself from not pointing it out.

“join me, tamaki.” you offered your hand again, but this time it was for a different cause.

“aren’t you getting tired?” the question was the same as what you asked earlier but it held a different context.

yes, you find him entertaining and interesting, that’s why you tried your best to always get his attention.

but you forgot just how much you grew attached to him despite being complete strangers.

as time was running out for the two of you to escape, your feet dangled upon the rooftops, another pair beside you as your clothes danced along the evening breeze.

tonight, you deemed it as one of the bests heists.

tomorrow, it’s a new day coming for you and your newfound partner.

[kareofbears]

persona 5 royal: my thoughts after finishing it five minutes ago

disclaimer: the only reason im writing this is because 1) i have a lot of thoughts and feelings that i need to write down and if i dont ill explode and 2) i want to be able to find this when p5s eventually drops so i can compare my thought processes. if you do not agree with what i’m going to say, that’s cool! just block me or ignore this post. 

now for the sake of sanity, i’m going to try and narrow down this entire list into chunks because this’ll probably be very very long and very much about me just screaming about stuff that i liked, loved, and don’t like. i will be spoiling both the original persona 5 and persona 5 royal, obviously, so i hope you finished both!

1) Akechi

so yes. Goro Akechi. Everyone’s favorite murderer. I’m going to by spewing a lot of hot takes, and this is probably going to be the spiciest: i am in the most intense love-hate relationship with this brown haired antagonist because jesus christ is he a complicated son of a bitch. I know i’ve complained in the past about how much Atlus often struggles with utilizing a character well, but that does not at all relate to Akechi in any way, shape, or form. 

I’ll say this now: He is a character I genuinely, truly hate, yet he is the one I want to hear from the most. He is someone who is a bad person (yes, he is a bad person) but whenever he comes on screen he makes me sit up, he makes me pay attention to him because that’s just the aura he exudes. He is a character who i would never, ever waste my time defending or justifying his actions, but every minute joker spends with him is a minute i want to stretch out as long as possible because he is just that good of a character. He is interesting, he is well defined, he is smart, he is clever, he is sassy, he’s a motherfucking asshole who’s never had a vibe check in my life and i still hate him. Goro Akechi is what Star Wars wanted Kylo Ren to be, and that allegory may not make sense to many people but it works for me so i’m saying it. It’s to the point where writing akechi in a fanfic makes me sweat because in my opinon capturing the essence of akechi is near impossible unless you know what you are talking about (i do not mean that in anyway to discourage people from writing him, im just saying that I am a coward because i will never be able to write a good akechi). Anyway, bottom line is: i despise him but my eyes are always glued to him at all times.

back to the main point-- Atlus absolutely nailed this character and every single addition they put in for Akechi. I’m so damn thrilled that you actually have confidant hangouts with him because every single time you talk to him, it services not only the plot, but it perfectly does what it is supposed to do: it makes you like him, but also leaves the player slightly unnerved. they do it so casually that I might have trouble explaining it, but bear with me: everytime you hangout with him, he always does or say something that unhinges you just a little bit, it leaves you asking ‘wait why?’ or ‘but how did you know that’ or ‘why are you saying that?’. akechi is constantly playing mind games with you. and not only that, adding backstory to akechi (moreso than in the original) is just fucking fantastic. he’s always been a fully fleshed out character but after playing royal, goro akechi actually exists in my mind, and i still hate him (but also i dont. but also i do. anyway)

2) the ending

just finished the game and this is the point where i am at odds with p5r for the first time. the ending to p5, in my opinion, was flawless; everything was perfect and had meaning. from the shot of akira being shown to not wearing glasses anymore because he no longer feels the need to wear a mask (character development: he was very unhappy at the beginning of the game and now he’s happy with his friends--i love it), to his friends being the one to drive him home (amazing, he left his home town and came to shibuya alone via transit, and one year later he’s now leaving with all of his best friends in a van they rented just so they could stay with him as long as they can--it’s perfect, i love it), and also all of them seeing how large and infinite the ocean is (because now there’s unlimited options for them because they all have a new perspective on life). 

But....none of that is there in p5r. it feels impersonal. no one drops him off at his hometown, he was still wearing glasses, and there’s no grand metaphor about what they all achieved. 

Now, i am not a (complete) moron. I know why they had to change it: it’s because of persona 5 scramble (i think). they wanted to set up a plot for the next game and i feel like thats the reason why persona 5 royal’s ending suffered for it: they were too focused on the next plot that they forgot to focus on the sentimental ending for p5r. don’t get me wrong, seeing akechi in the train station absolutely made me lose my shit and made me scream at one in the morning, but i think they lost the core meaning in doing the other stuff. i did not like the focus on maruki and kasumi (will be talking about them later), cause i feel like it took away from the ending, and i also didn’t like the fact that the whole joker outfit in the reflection thing (but i will be letting it slide since it was during the after credits anyway). So while i do love one (1) new aspect of the final cut scene, i still adore and stan the one from persona 5. 

3) the entire last semester 

i’ll be quick: the final palace? the best palace. fight me. it’s fantastic, it’s innovative, it’s interesting, and most of all, the palace ruler is actually the best one in the entire game and i know i wont be the only one to say this. maruki is not a villain: i know for a godamn fact that im not the only one to say that i almost agreed with his deal of allowing the reality (damn i almost agreed twice) because why wouldnt you?? it’s literally a perfect reality! the only reason i didnt agree is because i knew the game wouldnt want me to agree and would force me to have the bad ending! anyway, i love the last section so much. the palace design is interesting, the antagonist is brilliant (who doesn’t love a morally gray antagonist?), and finally, the payoff of kasumi happened and it made me silent for ten minutes. the entire reveal of her being sumire and kasumi being dead is just so genuinely shocking to me that it nearly broke my neck.

what actually broke my neck was the initial incident for the third semester. seeing everyone in this wild alternate reality made me so unsettled that i literally got a stomach ache. i saw morgana as a human and nearly passed out. shiho in the underground? wig. ryuji saying he’s on the national pedastal for running? literally my eyebrows just popped off my head. fucking WAKABA? FLATLINED. brilliantly executed and i love the initial akechi and akira buddy cop movie vibes in the beginning it was just so fun. 

one huge part of the third semester for me though, was of course, akechi. seeing him completely throw away his ‘charming ace detective’ speil was the most refreshing and interesting and not to mention, hilarious part of the game. he does not give a fuck about anyone and he is not afraid to let you know. he is the biggest savage and the most insane person on the phantom thieves group. he’ll roast you, he’ll roast your boyfriend, he’ll roast fuckin anyone and it’s fantastic. not to mention his dialogue is killer: he says the most bat shit insults ever and my favorite example is when you go up to him near the end of the game, you know, to hangout with him and be a nice guy, he just does not hesitate to say ‘what, you came just to see me? just the sort of brainless sentimentality i’d expect from you.’ i LOVE IT because why the hell would he try to be nice? the jig is up, he’s got nothing to hide. and he owns it. atlus seriously nailed akechi in this last semester and it’s brilliant and i love it.

4) everything else 

- one small thing that pissed me off in both games (but especially this one) is how many godamn fake out deaths there are. Morgana has one, Akira has one, Ryuji has one, Sojiro has one, Maruki has one, motherfucking Akechi has two. it just hurts me!

- sumire is an amazing character who has depth and she is lovely and my biggest complaint is that it feels like atlus shoved her in. like, she feels like a new addition to the game, you know what  i mean? maybe its because ive played the original p5 first, but you know, it’s not a big deal. but i love her so much

- on the topic of sumire, i cant say that im completely super duper happy with how different she felt from the other thieves? im sure that’ll be explained in p5s but she just got so much screen time that it just truly made me confused?? maybe im just a horrible person, or that’s just a really hot take. but anyway, yeah maybe im bitter because i really wanted to see extra hangouts/school trips during royal, but didn’t really.

-baton pass? literally orgasmic. it made turn base battles so damn fun and the addition of darts and billiards made me foam at the mouth it was SO SMART AND INNOVATIVE AND I LOVE IT ATLUS I LOVE YOU ATLUS YOURE SO SMART SWEETIE

-small thing, but making spells like ‘dormina’ actually useful just made the game so much more fun and dungeon crawling became something i truly, genuinely looked forward to

-being able to give gifts to my bros? absolutely incredible. thank you. side note: seeing akechi happy from giving him a multi vitamin cracked me up. side side note: giving ryuji a fuck ton of weights and him just smiling made my heart so happy i love that boy so much

- ah this game just looked so GOOD! i thought the original looked good but they really went all out. im not kidding, the smallest details in everyday life or even just normal cut scenes were out of this world. especially stuff from the third semester its just OOF good JOB atlus i love you buddy

-ahhh thieves den! how can i forget? i love it. at first i was a bit iffy with it since it really felt like persona 5 (undoubtedly the biggest game atlus has created) was just jacking itself off. but as time goes on, it became a huge addition to the game and seeing characters’ insights and extra lines of dialogue became super duper interesting and a highlight of the game for me. and don’t even get me started on how much i love love love the photos they added of them hanging out! so lovely, a bunch of them made me tear up

- i know it’s literally impossible, but i feel like the game just forgot that akechi is a person who can wield multiple persona and i just wish that could’ve been messed around with during Palaces

- showtimes are so, so crazy and i get so embarassed whenever they play on my tv because they are just outlandish and unashamed but i love them so so much it just defines persona’s personality 

-because i love ryuji: i prefer the final conversation you have with him aka ‘whaddya mean? you’re there’ but there’s still a lot of really tender and sweet moments like akira genuinely telling him that he’ll miss him, and also the fact that ryuji wants you both to send each other your times through the exercise watch so you can still race ahhhh i love him so much yall

so, overall, this game is better than the original p5 because of the extra content we get. if persona 5 was the perfect dinner, persona 5 royal is that same dinner and you get to enter the dessert buffet. it’s brilliant, it’s smart, it’s hilarious, it’s heartwarming, and it’s undoubtedly my favorite game of all time without exaggeration. while i do prefer the final cut scene (and final dialogues with some characters) in the original persona 5, in the overall experience, persona 5 royal is superior in my mind. i would willingly get amnesia to play this game again. 

I didn’t get to cover everything, but this is definitely most of what i wanted to say. if you actually get to reading all the way to the end, thanks! it means a lot. i hope we can all enjoy persona and look forward to persona 5 scramble together :-)

[who-is-olivia]

Track 7. Kiwi

Harry Styles x OC x Matty Healy

Harry finds Olivia in a rock n’roll mayhem with another man. [5.1k]

Genre: smut

Warnings: sexual language, substance abuse

May 2012

  After few months of touring, it's time to take America. If that prospect alone didn't excite Harry enough, from now on Olivia and Frank will be their opening act, which means they'll travel together. Upon arriving at their hotel in New York, most of the band chooses to rest from the trip but he's electric. So, who better to sho him around than the man himself – Frank.

  Unfortunately, after their hangout in London he forgot to get Oli's phone but he's got Frank’s, and they ended up texting a lot. They also have a lot in common, just not in a way he and Oli have.

“Hey, I’m on the cab, where should I go?”

“That depends: do you want to chill or be physically and emotionally violated?”

He snorts, “Does the second one have an address?”

  He arrives about an hour later at the Polydor Records Studio and immediately spots a tall-ish man in a red dress casually smoking a joint while leaning on a brick wall.

“Hello Harold!” he gives him one of his wet kisses on the cheek then leads him up a slim corridor with a narrow staircase. “You’re gonna love this, everybody is in there”

“Wait...” he holds him back, “who’s everybody?”

“Just the usual suspects and a few friends from the old label”

“Is your sister here?”

“Of course she is” Harry sighs. “What?”

“Things got a little intense last time, I don’t want it to get weird-“

“It’s already weird then”

“I don’t want it to get weirder!”

“That’s kind of inevitable, just drink and forget about it” Frank presses him up the tiny stairs.

  When they walk into the room, it stinks of rock n’ roll. The dim light reveal the loads of music sheets spread over a table along with bottles of Tanqueray and Jack Daniels, a light mist covers the air making the room reek of tobacco and Harry swears he caught lines of powder on his periphery view. It is absolute mayhem.

  Franks leads him to another room, opening the door on a bedroom with two women getting it on and immediately shutting it. He opens another and it leads to a studio where he hears only muffled conversations as everyone is quietly watching what a half-naked skinny guy is singing inside a cabin, his chest littered with few tattoos and his hair a stylish mess. Everybody he’s seen so far shows a distinguishing trait, be it the tattoos, the colored hair, the dark makeup, they look so cool... while Harry sports only his jumper and a beanie. He feels terribly out of place, and then he sees her, daring to even crack a smile.

  Olivia’s working on the sound table with another guy, moving the controls up and down according to her taste. This time she has a lot less make up on, only a blurry rim of eyeliner smudged around her eyes, her braids are on a messy bun, and she wears a black dress that hugs her upper body tightly and flows freely from her waist to her knee. She’s not unkempt, just not as artificial as everybody else in the studio and way more comfortable than the first time they met, as now she’s not trying to make an impression – although, if she was, she would’ve accomplished that.

  The boy singing in the cabin also makes a huge impression on him. If he wore a hat and long sleeves, he could mistake him for a normal boy, but his curly hair with shaved sides and big showy tattoos certainly draw some attention to him. He’s not a terrific singer, but he puts enough confidence in it to mask the lack of formal training. Harry wishes he could sing like that, look like that but – most specifically –  be looked by Olivia like that. She’s focused on her work but when she looks at him her face lights up in a very endearing way he’s secretly jealous of.

“‘Cause you’re cold and I burn, I guess I’ll never learn ‘cause I stay another hour or two! That’s for you Oli!” he sings.

“For fuck’s sake...” she mocks nonchalantly to the other guy, who just laughs.

“Oli, we’ve got a visitor!” Frank calls and she turns.

   He thinks she’ll just wave him off, or give him a simple nod. He’s not that cool, what’s he doing here? Her indifference would kill him. However, contrary to his expectations, she smiles, runs towards him and laces her slim arms around his neck. Harry is the last person she expected to see in this shit show, but her heart still soars when she sees that dimply smile too pure to be in this room.

“Didn’t think I’d get to see you before the tour” she caresses down his shoulders to his hands.

He holds on to her fists and leans to whisper a bit over-confidently, “I hope it’s a nice surprise” she smiles, still trying to convince herself that he’s here standing before her-

“What’s going on?” the boy speaks on the cabin and his accent immediately rings familiar.

Oli rushes to her coms, still holding his hand, and presses a button. “It’s a friend of mine, come out here and be polite!”

“I’m always polite!”

“And put your shirt on!” she watches him show his tongue, getting his floral shirt off a guitar hook.

“Hey, who’s the new guy?” a girl asks with a cigarette between his teeth, holding a guitar on her lap and sunglasses on her face – even though the room is quite dark.

“I’m Harry”

“He’s not from the label, is he?”

“No, he actually gets paid” Oli laughs, stealing the cigarette from her lips and taking a drag.

“Oh no, give it back!” the girl tries to pick the cigar from between her fingers but they run to the other room where all chaos ensues, “you already finished my pack, you bitch!”

“I’ll buy you another” she stumbles backwards and slams into a guy’s chest, the guy who was singing in the box now with a floral shirt hanging on his back, and he hugs her in a way too familiar way.

“I told you to put a shirt on!”

“It’s too hot out here” he buries his face on her neck but she dizzily pushes him away.

“Matty, this is Harry”

  This name rings a bell. Is he not the guy who hit her up and then never called back? The guy from Cheshire who broke her heart? Why is he here and why is she so close to him after all they talked about?

“Oh, you’re the guy who stole Oli from us?” the boy mocks.

“Not exactly...” Harry tries to explain but notices they’re not in the mindset for that.

“Just messing mate” he comes over and shakes his hand, “I’m Matty, this is my mate, George” he gestures to a giant guy who’s on the sound table just behind Harry. They politely wave at each other.

“I liked what you were doing there” Harry points to the cabin. “I didn’t know you produced”

“Got lots of practice, the studios we had to work with were not nearly as fancy, but we learn from hardship” she gasps as Matty pulls a chair beneath them, pulling her to sit on his lap. Harry shifts on his feet.

“That’s true”

“But I missed you guys, I mean, Columbia is giving us all the tech, right?” she points the cigarette at Harry and he nods, “but this is where we were born, you know!” she tells, more to the room than to him. “I remember going to a studio on the other side of the Atlantic when I was 18 and just trying to sound like something other than a little brat, and then skipping weeks of class just to record one chorus, the trips to Europe, I mean... I really missed this”

“We missed you too” Matty coos as he discreetly slides his hand up her thigh, hiding his hand beneath the skirt as he sends her a lustful gaze. Harry remembers the night he was this close, when she looked at him in the exact same way as she looks at this stranger.

“Do you want that drink now?” Frank offers and Harry quietly thanks him for accurately reading the room.

“Yes, please”

  They go for the bar at the end of the hallway and while Frank searches through the fridges, Harry glimpses back to find Oli and Matty making out on the chair. His heart sinks. In his mind, he can fix the scene: she straddling his own lap, hands pulling his hair by the roots as their tongues dance to a delicious kiss, her chest heaving against his... a glass clinking pulls him back to reality.

“Got any songs cooking?” Frank asks, uncapping a beer bottle for him.

“Just bits and pieces”

“Then it’s your lucky day: Matty and George are the best producers I know, this album they’re coming up with is fucking brilliant-“

“Yeah, I’m not feeling quite lucky mate” he replies, putting down his beer.

“Well, I can’t do much about it”

“You can give me something stronger than this” he shakes the bottle before his nose.

“You shouldn’t even be drinking, we’re in America you dumbass” Frank argues despite serving him a double shot of brandy.

“I’ll keep in mind” Harry downs it in two gulps and winces.

“But seriously, Matty is a fucking genius, don’t be shy just ‘cause he’s banging my sister”

“I won’t... I just don’t think I can make anything for the album here, like, I’m legally not allowed...” Harry leans on the balcony, feeling the alcohol hit his empty stomach.

“You don’t have to release it, just do something for the pure, unadulterated joy of doing it”   he clinks another bottle of beer against his empty glass and drags him back to the studio.

  Thankfully, Oli and Matty are not making out anymore, just talking shit in each other’s ears. When they walk into the room, the lights are dimmer and someone in the drums is playing a sick beat, joined shortly after by someone in the guitar. They build a seemingly improvised pop rock tune so contagious even he can’t stay put. Frank pulls him by the hand and leads him to dance shaking his head, making his hair fly all over the place. At some point Olivia appears and joins them, her braids falling from the bun. Harry encircles her waist and pulls her to dance against him, despite knowing very well Matty’s still around, he just gets the instinct and his drunken mind abides to it. She holds him by the jumper, clumping the fabric in her fists as she pulls him even closer, when he’s about to do something about it the song ends.

  Only without the beat does he notice the frantic rhythm of his heart when she’s this close. Olivia struggles to breath, and it’s not because of all the dancing.

But she still leans towards him and, between raggedy breaths, whispers: “I’m so fucking glad you’re here”

“Yeah?” he hugs her closer. Instead if answering, she bites his ear lobe teasingly and escape his grasp.

“Wait a bit, I know who you are” Matty calls him out and he turns on his tipsy toes.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’re that kid from the X Factor who got on the boyband, right? The one from Cheshire” he gestures with a cigarette balancing between his fingers and a glass of whiskey.

Harry sighs mentally, already prepared for an oh-so original boyband joke about choreography and matching clothes. “That’s me”

“You were the talk of the town for like... a year! I fucking loved your album, man” he frowns, “did you wrote any of it?”

“I wrote Same Mistakes and-“

“Fuck...” he grins really wide and Harry is pulled to a halt, “sorry man, I love that shit”

“Thanks, mate” he replies, looking past him to see Olivia strutting towards Frank.

  Although Harry fancies himself as quite an observer, he failed to regard how uncomfortable Olivia feels around Matty sometimes – and by sometimes, she means the times when he is stoned. She loves the extensive and meaningful conversations they have about politics and music and film, but when he’s fucked up she can barely pay attention because he looks so broken. When he kisses her, even though it’s just a playful thing, she can barely feel him there and it’s so much more disturbing than not kissing him at all. She can’t shake off that feeling that they’re just messing about, and that nothing about their previous encounter means a thing to him.

She reaches Frank and sighs, pulling him to a hug. “Frankie...”

“Talk to me, bug” he welcomes her, lacing her shoulders.

“He’s doing that thing again with the drink and the cigarette in one hand” he giggles, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. “Can you look even more like a junkie?”

“If one could, Matty would figure it out” he mocks, tugging on her braids. “What about Harry?”

She frowns. “What about him?”

“He told me something happened when you were in London”

“A lot of things happened, but you were too busy getting high in SoHo”

“He’s a nice dude” he smiles confidently and Oli looks back at him, finding him engaged in a heated conversation with Matty but with his eyes constantly fleeing towards her. Frank nudges her annoyingly. “What happened in London, huh?”

“Not enough things”

Frank snorts. “You know, I kind of ship you two”

“Really, Frank?” she laughs.

  She looks back to where Harry and Matty are chatting, her fuzzy mind blurring the two together. One of the things about Harry that enthralled her was how similar he is to Matty, they’re both outstandingly talented and charismatic and desperate to be validated by everyone around them, it just happens that she knew Matty first and spent more time with him – which in no way means she doesn’t want the same thing with Harry. In fact, she’s quite looking forward to their tour.  

“What have you got, kid?” Matty asks.

“I’ve got a bit I’ve been thinking about, it’s got a hard rock sound to it” Harry explains, pulling another chair for himself and letting Frank sit on the arm of it. “When I was auditioning for the X-Factor, I eavesdropped on a girl calling someone, she was very worked up and she literally screamed on the top of her lungs: ‘I’m having your baby and it’s none of your business’”

“Oh... that is brutal!” Matty gasps.

“Every now and then I remember that ‘cause it’s such an unusual thing to say”

“Totally!”

“And I kind of made a tiny story for that, and it sounds like a... bop... bop-bop... bop-bop bop... and it builds like dun dun dun dun du-du-du-du-dun!”

“Alright, I like that” Olivia says as she comes around with a guitar strapped around her neck.

  They spend hours talking about it. When he pitched it he had no pretensions about it actually developing into a song, but watching them get all excited about it makes him feel bad for not being able to release it. He likes it when Olivia looks at him with a hint of expectation, when she wants to figure out a harmony, and with awe, when he presents a good solution. It makes him comfortable to bring all sorts of ideas up. It’s all working out fine until-

“Come on you fuckers, we’re gonna play a game!” George hugs Matty and Harry by the shoulder and forces them to a circle around the coffee table.

“It’s bottle time- Gina for fuck’s sake, take the coke out of here” Frank wipes a straight line of powder over a girl with electric pink bangs. “This is a family home!”

“What’s the game, Frank?” Matty asks over the chatter.

“It’s just a simple truth or dare: I’ll spin the bottle, we’ll take rounds asking, if it points at you, you’ll answer. Everything’s allowed under God’s eyes, and if you don’t want to answer you take a shot and answer another question” he explains.

“Alright, let’s do it” Olivia hypes up, taking a seat beside George.

“I want to start” Matty asks, taking the bottle and spinning it. It points towards Harry. “Ooh... alright Mr. One Direction” Harry feels a tingle down his spine, worrying about what the many ways he could probably embarrass him in front of Oli, “...are you a virgin?”

And just as predicted, Harry blushes like a tomato. “I’ll take the shot”

“Come on! Not answering it is kinda like answering it” Matty protests while Harry shoves the shot down his throat. “Fuck, alright... asking for a friend now, out of pure curiosity... do you dig boys?”

“I think I dig boys and girls” he slurs and Matty points at him excitedly.

“I got you mate” Harry points back humorously.

“Next one, chop chop!” George takes the bottle and spins it at the sunglass girl. “Fiona, my dearest... I dare you to take your shirt off until the end of the game”

“Fucking pervert” she curses, but slides her green buttons shirt past her head and shows off her tits with piercings on both nipples. “Like what you see?” she caresses them, displaying them for George.

“You know I do”

“Ugh, get a room you two” Olivia begs, taking the bottle and spinning it. Harry’s anxiety takes the best of him as he hopes it will point at him but it ends up on George. “Alright, it’s an order now, go get a room”

  George and Fiona smile at each other and leave out the door stepping over the coffee table. The rest of the players throw chips and cards on them, almost like people do with rice at weddings.

While they look away, Frank spins the bottle. Right when it’s about to reach Olivia, it stops at Matty. “Alright big boy, what do you want?”

“I want some weed actually”

“Alright, pull it” Franks pulls out a blunt, lights it and drags it longly before leaning across the table. Harry watches curiously as Matty presses his lips over Frank’s and pulls his smoke in a practical but also sensuous way, specially when Matty cups the back of Frank’s neck and press a kiss on his lips. Everyone gathered around starts to cheer and tease, only Olivia expresses a loud ‘yikes!’. Feeling the heat rising, Matty takes advantage of his proximity and licks his nose. “Aw, gross!” they laugh.

  The bottle spins another handful of times, and Harry becomes overly comfortable with his drunken head spinning around. He’s laughing at something Gina says when George comes back with Fiona, his neck peppered with bruises when Harry hears someone tap the table before him. Matty is asking and the bottle is pointing at Olivia but they’re both looking at him.

“What?” Harry frowns, heat rising to his face.

“Since they just vacated the room, I dare you” he tells Olivia, “to take Harry over there and do something unspeakable to him”

Olivia narrows her eyes at him. “You little-“

“Define unspeakable” Harry intervenes and her jaw drops.

“Something you wouldn’t dare to share with the rest of this table”

“If you say so” she tugs Harry’s hand and gets up, stopping only to pull her panties down and throw them in Matty’s face. He gasps as she hides not in the room but in the studio, for acoustic purposes...

  Olivia shuts the door, keeping the room dark except for the outdoor light that peeks through the windows. As he’s about to ask what she plans to do she pushes him over the sofa, pulling the hem of her dress up and straddling his lap before kissing him passionately. He doesn’t process it immediately but when he realizes he’s kissing the same girl he’s been dreaming about for weeks he cups her cheeks and deepens the kiss, feeling her press against him through the fabric of his pants. He tries to pull her down harder by the hips but she stops him.

“Is this your first time?” she asks with a hint of excitement.

He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the persistence but also flattered by her interest. “Yes”

“Oh my... is this okay for you? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to-“ she’s cut by his lips on hers.

“This is more than ok” he whispers through parted lips, his kisses sliding down to her neck, over her covered breasts. In the heat of the moment, she begins to grind on him, feeling him grow harder with the motion as he smashes his face against her collar. “I’ve been thinking ‘bout you ever since London, the things I would’ve done if-”

“Why don’t you do them now?” she questions, tipping his chin toward her.

“I thought you’d choose what to do to me”

“I’m taking your V card, that’s unspeakable enough” he chuckles as she runs her fingers down his neck and chest, getting him to look down at his heaving upper body when she comes back to the serious tone. “But it’s your first time, you draw the line”

“Got it” he attaches their lips once again ferociously, making her almost fall out of his lap. His hands move to cup her breasts, giving them a fascinated squeeze before she pushes them out of the way and pulls his shirt over his head. With that gone, she cups the back of his neck and tugs on his hair, making him crane his head backwards as she leans her kisses on the column of his neck. He takes her hips in both hands and grinds upwards, missing the friction she had been creating before all the chatter. He slides his jeans up her crease, wishing he would just bury his twitching erection inside her already. He loses control and grinds too hardly making her whimper, the sound of it so impure he keeps doing it just to hear her cries again. So he takes two finger towards her lips, giving her the hint to take them and suck them, which is more arousing than he thought would be, specially with her looking straight into his eyes as she does it. When he pulls them out, he takes the wet fingers between her legs and strokes her naked crease, causing her to gasp at the contact. “Good thing you took them off...”

“Shut up” he does.

  Taking her queue, he toys with her folds, knowing more than she expected for his first time. He flickers her clit teasingly, causing her to part her lips as a wave of pleasure takes over her whole body. Her nails clutch his shoulders, leaving semi-circles on his skin as her head falls in delight, giving Harry complete access to her neck. She bites her lips in expectation when his long wet fingers slide inside her teasingly at first, but then gently fill her up. When he curls his fingers she melts, cuddling her dozy head on his neck where she whimpers incoherently, clutching to his body hot against hers. He moves so good, so deliciously, at the same time pleasing and leaving her wanting – no, craving for more.

“Harry” she cries, “come on...”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me” she captures his growling lips. Harry unburies his fingers from her and frantically attempts to unbutton his jeans with her help, undressing enough of it for his erection to spring up freely against his stomach. She climbs him again, causing him to look up while she reaches down and slides his length inside her warm cunt just halfway, taking a moment to adjust to him before pushing it all the way to his base. His head falls back in ecstasy as he feels her walls stretching around him, pulling her hips harder down and her body flush against his naked chest.

  He’s bigger than she thought he’d be and at first it hurts, a lot. She lets him know by taking control of the movement and making it very slow and languid, barely pulling his shaft out at all. He reaches beneath her skirt and grasps her butt cheeks hardly, putting all that held back tension in his grip and making her sit down on him harder. Suddenly he jerks up in a spasm but instead of pain she feels overwhelming pleasure. He does it again and she moans, that pleasure reaching her whole body. From there he takes control of the rhythm and thrusts up into her at an ever-growing pace.

  He holds her in his arms and lays her on the couch, assuming another position and thrusting rapidly inside her. She laces her legs around his waist and lets him wreak havoc on her, shutting her eyes and taking in all the pleasure he has to offer. She loves this position, him leaning over his forearms and his body covering all of hers, almost as if he’s guarding her. When they get tired of the position, he tries to switch it up but they end up on the floor, trying to continue with her on her fours. He fucks her relentlessly from behind, taking full control of her hips as each thrust causes her fall harder on his length. It’s mind-numbing having her so tight around him, her body on fire because of what he’s doing between her legs. But having her on fours doesn’t feel right, he can’t see her face.

“Hey, come here” he pulls her by the waist and sits on his knees so he can pulls her to sit over him. “That’s better” he grins smugly,  turning her face to kiss her lips.

“If I knew you could do that I would've fucked you back in London” she teases, not wanting to inflate his ego so much but he deserves some credit.

“I would’ve...” he sighs, feeling his length accommodate inside her as she takes a moment to breath, "I would've too"

  As her head falls to his shoulder, he pulls one of her dress straps down revealing one of her breasts. The sensation of it on his palm is nothing compared to the amount of intimacy it took for him to get here, holding her like this, buried this deep inside her.  

“Don’t get shy now” she pulls the other strap down revealing her whole upper body. She guides his other hand to cup her tit and squeeze it, “Touch me” she begs him to squeeze harder and pull on her nipples causing her to arch her back.

  She takes that same hand and guides it down her stomach, past her navel and right where she wants him the most. One touch on her clit and he can feel how wet she is as it soaks his fingertips, making her cry on his ears. She rolls her hips to his touch and he almost bursts right then and there with the smallest bit of friction, but then she starts ridding him faster, harder, taking his length out and welcoming it in her warmth. He holds her hips, pushing her to keep the rhythm as he’s few strokes away from coming on her.

“Harry, I’m close...” he faintly hears and so he keeps it up, helping her bounce on his lap ever so quickly until her walls twitch and clasp around him hard, her whole body shakes and with one last cry she collapses over his chest.

  She heaves, still making unholy noises. He assumes she needs a break, but one glance down at her pretty face, on that pretty neck – not to mention her sweet cunt dripping so hard it wets him down to his feet –, it’s driving him crazy, he can’t stop now. He continues to stroke her folds and nuzzle her cheek, meaning to drain every ounce of pleasure she can give him. Without another word, he resumes the barrage. He reaches for her lips and kisses her passionately, gaining enough speed to feel the first traces of an orgasm washing over him.

He panics. “Can I-“

“Yes! Yes! I'm on the pill!” she cries and feels him burst hot strings inside her, thrusting erratically until falling completely limp.

  He struggles to breathe, holding her flush against him. This time he rests his back on the sofa and cuddles her in his embrace, she feels so good in his arms. As his heart rate slows down, he comes to the realization that Olivia was the first woman to ever have sex with him, that beautiful woman that once felt so ridiculously unreachable actually made love to him – what he just felt wasn’t only physical, he felt like his mind and heart intertwined with hers for a moment. Olivia sighs, holding his arms around her closer and kissing the hand that’s closer to her reach.

“Not bad for a first time” she mocks, “you alright?”

“You’re kidding, right?” he chuckles lethargically, pulling her braids off her shoulder so he can kiss her cheeks. She turns in his embrace and engages in a playful, passionate kiss.

They break the kiss and rest for a bit in that position, feeling the heat irradiating from each other. It feels so intimate, so good she wants more. “Fuck me this good again and I might keep you”

“Will I get the chance?”

“That depends” she licks her lips in a tantalizing way. He raises a brow and kisses her languidly again, reaching down to where their sex is still connected and stroking the spot she likes best. Their lips part in a sigh with her whimpering within breathing distance.

“I could do this all night” he insists, feeling himself growing inside her once more.

“Do you want to come to my place?”

“Really? I mean, yes!” he frowns, genuinely elated from her initiative.

“Then finish this and put your pants on”

  They exit the studio room to find the living area in absolute mayhem: Fiona and Gina are fighting over something while Matty and Frank make out wildly on the couch, George is crying on the ground with a lit cigarette next to Adam, a member of Matty’s band who hadn’t been around earlier, who’s just cutting pieces of fruit on a bowl. It’s chaos.

“Hey Adam” she greets him while looking at the room. "Where's Ross?"

"Couldn't handle it, hi there" he waves at Harry.

"Hello"

“You guys want some kiwis?” he offers the bowl. "It's all we've got, it's that or coke"

“Hm... yeah, I'll take it” she takes a couple slices and walks holding Harry’s hand behind her, the wild and impulsive urges staying behind as they hit the cold air of New York City.

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A profile of my Obey Me OC, Shoshi! (Pronounced like Yoshi)

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Name: Shoshi (short for Shoshana)

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5′6″

Background: raised Jewish, got into Jewish Mysticism as an adult, began worshiping Lilith, and has Lilith's sigil tattooed beneath her bellybutton. She feels VERY awkward about it in the House of Lamentation.

Random HC: Namaah exists at RAD and is a totally hottie BAMF that Shoshi has a Huge Gay Crush on, to the point she can't really form cohesive thoughts around her, a fact that Satan and Asmodeus love to team up and exploit for the LOLs.

Summary: Horny-For-Yall Death-Wish with Crippling Anxiety. Copes with humor and memes. The ultimate self-insert.

Relationships with the brothers:

Lucifer:

- Shoshi and Lucy have a very complex relationship, she both admires and is intimidated by the eldest.

- Shoshi is a huge brat and it gets her in trouble a LOT with Lucifer. He goes easy on her though, which is good because her anxiety skyrockets when this man get That Look™️ when anyone is acting up.

- When Lucifer tried to intimidate her at Diavolo's weekend retreat while dancing, Shoshi straight up cussed him out and stormed off to the balcony to angry cry.

- Eventually had an argument so heated she wasn't sure if she was about to be murdered or have the best sex of her life.

- it was the latter

- they started casually dating after that, and Shoshi would often stay up late with Lucifer to keep him company while he does paperwork.

- Lucifer is very protective of her, and often walks her to each of her classes, a hand on her lower back. This draws many stares from the other students and becomes harder for her to make friends outside of the HoL.

- HC that Lucifer teaches one of her classes and she can NOT pay attention which earns her lots of after class "punishments"

- listen up, Morningstar

- "What did you just call me?"

- ::books it at high velocity towards wherever Diavolo is::

Mammon:

- Shoshi is his Ride or Die (Ride AND die more like) best friend.

- will destroy anyone who talks crap on the 2nd eldest.

- maybe a tiny human but WILL throw hands for his honor

- always ends in Mammon having to save her which is counterintuitive

- they share one (1) braincell when they are together and it's full of the literal worst ideas.

- snuggle buddies, Mammon won't admit he likes her out loud but will end up in her room Every Night that Lucifer hasn't already sanctioned her time.

- Jealous of her relationships with every other brother, but will tolerated a three way spoon with Beel since he's a walking teddy bear.

- "after this hare brained scheme we will have enough money to buy you a bigger bed"

- they never do

- invented a silent eye contact language for when Lucifer is lecturing them for hours about how irresponsible they have been.

Leviathan

-Leviachan! ::Jump hugs him::

-"Shoshi!! You can't just hug me without warning!"

-Levi is always having a heart attack around Shoshi either because she's flirting with him or she's absolutely crushing him at video games

-Shoshi would literally die for this boy, is absolutely in love with this Otaku king.

-she thinks it is unrequited until one night she's crushing him too hard at Mario Kart and he finds ways to... Distract her.

-Shoshi will protect Levi at all costs and he REALLY doesn't need her to, why does this human think she can take on everyone she's so bad at fighting.

-what that tail do?

-"please stop asking me that"

Satan

-fast burn enemies to lovers

-Satan does not appriciate Shoshi's humor, as it relates to him.

-"Shosh, do you want to study together tonight?"

-Not Today, Satan

-"Shoshi I brought you your homework"

-Hail Satan!

-Turns into her closest confidant

-lots of book reading, philosophical conversations, and wine nights

-Got Satan to join her in her morning yoga rituals to help with his wrath problem

-Loves going on dates with Satan, he's so upfront and honest, though not as affectionate as she would like

-she respects his personal space

-he lectures her on her "death wish" for all the times she says "fight me" unless it's to Lucifer then he buys her a new book or hands her a kitten he happened to have on hand.

-cat memes back and forth 24/7

-Her actual "first demon" 😉

-"You little brat" (that is a threat)

-she loves it

Asmodeus

- gossip girls

- weekly bath night, bubble bath, face masks, painting each other's nails

- Asmo gives her all the latest DevilDom gossip, and even when it's about people she doesn't know at all she will still chug that tea

- casual nakedness, don't pop into one of their hangouts if you're not ready for an eyeful

- Satan learned that the hard way

- Beel also did, but didn't mind as much

- has to literally put a ward on the door to keep Mammon from busting into Asmos room and dragging Shoshi out

- "no older brothers allowed" sign on the door.

- sneaks out to go clubbing, Shoshi doesn't drink much but she LOVES to dance

- "describe Lucifers abs to me, do not leave out any details"

- ASmo No! i don't want to die over some glorious abs!

- "excuse you, what would be a better way to die than that??"

- also has a secret language for when Lucifer lectures them, but it involves mostly puppy dog eyes and trying to guilt Lucifer into forgiving them

- has never worked once

Beel

- the most dramatic friendship 180 in the history of the DevilDom

- Shoshi thought he was an anger issues Jock who punches walls and threatens to eat her

- Well cannibal serial killers have stated on record that humans with tattoos don't taste that good so you probably shouldn't eat me

- can't believe that worked

- staying in his room after the kitchen incident and cuddling with him in bed, talking about the loss of their sisters, and how important family was, she realizes he was a soft boi that needed protected

- that night beel became her second demon 😉

- Shoshi loves cooking, so they cook together a lot, helping each other when they're in charge of meals

- Shoshi starts a vegetable and fruit garden outside the house of lamentation, teaching Beel how to grow food, which he takes to very well (after a few casualties of fully eaten tomato plants)

- this significantly helps the fridge situation at HoL, which all are grateful for

- the fridge checks, while occaisionally sexy, mostly actually involve Shoshi jumping at Beel to see if he will catch her (Brooklyn 99 gag style)

- "Beels what's your T-Shirt made of? Cause it feels like husband material"

- "oh, I think it's a demon cotton blend"

- I love you, my sweet Himbo.

Belphie

-Belphi take me to Majolish

-"No, I'm tired."

-Remember that one time you literally killed me

-"okay I'll be there in 5"

-Shoshi is the only one who could possibly out nap Belphie

-Beel/Belphie/ Shoshi cuddle puddles and snack nights.

-rarely hangs out with him alone because he did, in fact, murder her once

-They leave each other super soft pillows without notes or any context and it has turned into a rivalry to find the BEST pillow. Winner gets bragging and napping rights.

BONUS:

Diavolo

- You're my Dad! Boogie woogie woogie

- teaches him all the latest memes and dances

- No fear for this man, which disturbs and upsets pretty much everyone.

- one time Lucifer asked Shoshi to Please Stop asking the Prince of Demons for piggy back rides

- Shoshi told on Lucifer and in fact got MORE piggy back rides.

- They have Lucifer Imitation contests where they just say "Don't Dissapoint Diavolo" back and forth till one of them cracks up.

- Did not anticipate any sexy business with this Goliath Friend, but caught Luci and him smooching one time and one thing lead to another...

- Did not change their friendship at all, the Two Most Immature People In The Entire DevilDom

Solomon

- ::stranger danger siren goes off::

- I don't trust you Wizard boy

- Asmo said you can have a little rights, but you're on thin fucking Ice mister

- oh you got 72 demons? It'd be cooler if they were cats and dogs.

- only teams up with him for kareoke nights and other human themed activities because no one else understands

Things Shoshi has said without context:

"Why does everyone in this house have bigger titties than me"

"Lucifer took his gloves off and I almost passed out"

"I'm from the United States of America in the year of our Lord 2020, you can not scare me"

"It really do be YEET or be YEETED in this house, huh?"

"Mammon if you even look at that cat wrong I will round house kick you into the next century and claim my rightful place as second oldest"

[goodnightkisseu]

Hwang Minhyun - Homebody

Requested By: anonny​ (“ I hope this isn't too late...I just saw your post about requests closing ^^; But I wanted to request a Min Hyun fic (I can't believe there aren't any requests for him yet???????). But something along the lines of a vacation or casual weekend hangout. Wish I had that for this Labor Weekend, but I'm just stuck studying.....Thanks in advanced and I can't wait to see what you'll produce :) ”)

Genre: Fluff

Note: Anonny, I’m finishing this request extremely late, but I hope that you like it! ;A; I’m sorry that you were stuck indoors on Labor Day Weekend, but I hope that this will make you feel a little better in the long run! ^^ I hope you all enjoy this, and as always, please feel free to let me know what you think of it :3

Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

Your home was a tranquil sanctuary for you. It had everything you could have possibly needed. It was a space where you felt like you could safely relax, be yourself, unlike at your place of work, where you often hid behind a happy mask to please your coworkers. As such, you liked being at home. Your ideal weekend involved lazing around the house in your pajamas before curling up in your blanket with a beautiful book. You were the definition of a homebody, the embodiment of a homebody, so being on the beach near sunset after such a long day was really outside of your comfort zone. Getting to spend the day with Minhyun however, well, that may have made up for it.

This weekend was the first one that Minhyun had off in a long while. With all of the exciting things going on at work, it was tough for him to not work during the weekend. With everything now wrapped up and handed to the right people, the two of you had initially planned for a lazy weekend in. One, because you enjoyed lounging around the house together, and two, because Minhyun probably would have liked a break from his fast-paced life. However, your lazy weekend never became a reality. A few hours before noon, Aron sent you a message, asking if you could take care of Noah for the day while he took his new dog out for her checkups. Knowing how much Minhyun loved his friend’s dog, you brought it up with him, and your boyfriend jumped at the chance. Watching the way that Minhyun’s face lit up as you mentioned Noah was enough for you to agree. In moments, your once lazy day at home was filled with talks of places where you could go with a dog in tow.

It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday, so your options were endless. You both decided on a lovely brunch at a small little café that had outdoor seating. This allowed Aron to join you for food before he had to head off. It was nice catching up with him again. After you had switched to a new company and into a new role, you didn’t see each other as often as you used to. Minhyun still saw him from time to time at business gatherings, but it was an excellent opportunity for you to talk with him directly, and not use Minhyun as a proxy. It was good to hear that he was doing well, that the work that the company was doing was picking up again. It seemed that work was going well and he even had enough time to get another cute little ball of fur to keep Noah company while he was at work.

After your meal, you parted ways with Aron. The two of you had talked about different places you could go for the day, do your usual run at the farmer’s market, things like that. Yet as you were getting into the car, helping Noah into the back, Minhyun suggested something completely different. There was a dog beach, not too far away that he had heard about from some coworkers. Minhyun thought that it might be a good chance for Noah to go running around on a beach, experience something new, as he was aware that Aron’s schedule didn’t really allow him to take his dog out to do so. There were also cute little eateries that were dog-friendly so the two of you could stop for some food when you got hungry.

You had to admit that it did sound like a lot of fun. Even though the beach wasn't your favorite place to go, it could still be a lot of fun. It had been a while since you had been to one. Plus, even if you stayed at home, the two of you would still have to get up and walk Noah anyway. Not only that but it was a suggestion from Minhyun. This being his first weekend off, you wanted to make sure that he got to spend it the way he wanted. And if going to a dog beach was what he had in mind, well, you’d go along with it. So, not needed any persuasion, you agreed, and the three of you were off.

The drive was a bit long, probably about an hour and a half, but what surprised you most was how quiet Noah had been. It seemed as though being out at the café earlier had worn the small pup out, and now he was asleep in the backseat. Minhyun took the quiet opportunity to talk with you. He brought up work, as was natural for him to do so. Minhyun realized that in the last month you had stopped talking about it altogether. He knew that you didn't hate it, and instead you were trying to be courteous to him. With all he had going on, he knew that you didn't want to pile on your own problems. Still, he didn't get much out of you. Just that you were doing well and that the team was friendly, yet had some organizational problems. He let it die at that. He became aware that you were trying to keep talk of work short. After all, it was his first weekend away from it.

Trying to veer away from it, Minhyun instead asked about the next time the two of you could take an extended time off together. Minhyun often traveled for business while you usually just remained within the city. So the next time you had some time off, he wanted to take you out of the country, to explore a place you had never been to. Neither of you knew exactly where that destination was, as you both had a list of places you wanted to go to together, but it was a pleasant conversation. It distracted your brain from deadlines, from future contracts and a slew of other things. Minhyun was always so good at this. At diverting you. And it was honestly something you appreciated about him. You often got hung up on the finer details so having him there to avert your attention away from that, put your mind at ease.

Eventually, the beach came into view, sun and sand clearly visible as Minhyun parked the car. You stepped out, stretching your body out after the long trip, greeted by the fresh ocean air. Once you were refreshed, you opened the backdoor to let Noah out shortly after. He was excited to be out, probably having regenerated all of his energy after his nap. He looked up at you happily, but when he saw the beach... well, you had never seen the pup so confused before. This reaffirmed to you that your friend hadn't taken his dog to the beach yet. So, slowly, you and Minhyun urged the pup forward, his steps reluctant as he approached the soft grainy sand. However, as strange as it was between his paws, he got used to it quickly and was soon running along on the leash, playing with the other dogs.

Minhyun was quick to take the leash from you, knowing that Noah was likely to be a bit too rambunctious for you now that he had a new found love for the sand. He was not ready for the puppy to drag you away and get loose from the two of you. You giggled as you observed Minhyun trying to control the energetic puppy, having issues when he started running full speed ahead to play with some of the other dogs. Your small little buddy eventually led you both to where the ocean water met the sand. He was quick to run around, enjoying the water.

Taking the opportunity, you bent down to feel how cold the water was, not wanting to stay too long if your furry little companion could get a bit of a shock from it. What you weren't expecting in your new crouched position was for Noah to notice you... and to take the opportunity to run up to you and cover you in wet kisses. His tongue licking your face knocked you off balance, and you soon found yourself covered in sand, saltwater, and puppy licks. As you were laughing softly, trying to get the excited dog off of you, you realized that someone was laughing even louder. Next to you was your boyfriend, holding onto Noah's leach and exploding in a fit of guffaws, in your opinion, far more amused than he should have been.

Once Noah let up on his onslaught of love and affection, you managed to get back onto your feet. As you walked the rest of the beach, you would try to brush off as much sand as you could, but knew that it was a lost cause. When Noah's steps slowed, signifying that he was getting tired, the three of you headed into a small restaurant on the edge of the beach, hoping to get something for yourselves and your exhausted furry companion. It was a well-deserved rest and a tasty meal.

As the sun started to set, you saw Noah getting a bit antsy, just lying there while you and Minhyun conversed amongst yourselves over the tea and the coffee you had bought. Hearing his restless little noises signaled that it was time for another short walk before the three of you headed back to the city. From the small pastry shop, you made your way back onto the sand, knowing that the pup had enjoyed his earlier walk on the soft surface. You had his leash firmly in one hand, while your other arm was looped around Minhyun's arm. Your pace was dictated by the puppy in front of you, but it was still a pleasant and leisurely stroll, the beach now cast in warm orange and pink.

"This is nice, isn't it?" Minhyun asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you.

"What, getting covered in saltwater and sand?" you inquired jokingly.

Minhyun tried to stifle his laughter, though his inability to do so earned him a glare. "For the record, that was still hilarious. But, what I meant was walking like this, and the beautiful scenery."

Well, it was an attempt at a save, even if it was a poor one. "You know, I'm going to find a way to get back at you somehow... I just don't know how or with what yet..." you mumbled to yourself. Minhyun through his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his form as a way of trying to soothe your anger. It kind of worked.

Your steps slowed as Noah stopped momentarily to smell something interesting he had found. "I mean, wet clothes and sand aside, this was really fun. I've never been a big fan of beaches, but this was really beautiful and... calming?" you admitted, trying to search for the right words. Minhyun looked down at your, a smile forming on his lips. Ah, there was that smile of his. It was the one that always won you over, even when you were pressed about his teasing.

"You know, there are a handful of pretty places like this overseas. I've only ever seen them from the hotel room or heard about them from the locals, but we could try going there for our first trip together," he suggested. Honestly, he had known that going to the beach wasn't your favorite thing to do, but he had recommended it today because he wanted to know more about what you liked. He wanted to be able to make the right decision when it was time for this vacation, and staying inside all day wasn't going to help that. He already knew you didn't like things like clubs, so places with a heavy emphasis on nightlife probably wasn't for you. But he knew that you did like nature, so maybe something like this would be up your alley? Truthfully, he wasn't even sure if you were going to agree to a dog beach today, but he was glad that you did. He liked being out with you like this, just the two of you. Well, and Noah.

"One trip to the beach and you're already suggesting more beaches," you teased gently, feeling Noah tugging on the leash a bit. "Is this your way of hinting that you want to see me in a bikini?"

Minhyun shook his head at your teasing. "No, not unless you want to," he replied, earning him a roll of the eyes from you. "But I had initially brought it up because a lot of small towns usually get built around places like this. They all have their own little culture. I know that you don't enjoy the bustling city nightlife, so I thought this would be more of your speed," he explained. Honestly the more he thought about it, the more he realized it might not have been such a bad idea. It would be good for the two of you, a place to go and unplug, to really get away. He liked it.

"You do have a point. I'm not about the nightlife. A quaint little town to explore does seem more tempting..." you said slowly. "We'll put it on the list of possible places," you told Minhyun happily. He gave you another smile as the two of you finished up the rest of your walked and headed back towards the car. Sure, you were a homebody through and through, but it was nice being out too. Mostly when it was with Minhyun...

[seanshumblehome]

Randy Cunningham in:A Mystery at Hogwarts (Part 1).

    The Saturday morning sun shined brightly over Norrisville as the city bustled with the sounds of the early morning commute, but as the denizens of Norrisville made their morning drive to work they where being unknowingly watched by the city’s ever vigilant protector... Randy Cunningham A.K.A “The Ninja.” Randy stood on the top of a large building looking down at the traffic below, suddenly Randy leaped from the ledge and began falling, a smile formed under his mask as he felt the cool morning air rush against his covered face.Randy grabbed his magical scarf and threw it at lamp post and it tightly wrapped itself around the pole, with a strong yank Randy flew past the lamp post, landing on the roof of a car Randy leaped up and ran across the wall of a building.Leaping from the wall Randy continued running across the walls and rooftops of Norrisville as he made his way to Norrisville High School.Landing on the roof of the high school he could see a stage on the western side of the school, he watched as the crowed cheered as Heidi Weinerman took to the stage her bodyguard David Marshall following her to the desk that sat on the stage.Randy stretched making sure he was nice and loose for his big entry while Heidi began her intro.

“Welcome all my peeps to my first annual end of the year wrap-up, but I won’t be doing this alone, a special guest will be join us...“ Heidi paused as she watched the ninja land on the stage causing the crowd to erupt in cheers and chant his name as he casually strode to the couch.

”Ladies, Gentlemen, and all others, give a big welcome to...The Ninja of Norrisville!” Heidi shouted causing the crowd to once again erupt in cheers for the ninja.Crowd calmed as the ninja waved to them before taking his seat next to Heidi.

“It’s wonderful to have you with us again Ninja.” Heidi said cheerfully as shook his hand. 

“Wonderful to be here Heidi, you look nice.” Randy’s compliment caused Heidi to blush slightly while David quietly groaned to himself.

“Thank you, you look as... ninja-y as always, so Ninja we’ve got quite the show here so before we tackle are favorite moment’s of 2016, why don’t you tell us your favorite moment of last year.”Heidi asked

“Gladly.” Randy answered, “I would have to say that my favorite moment was when I-.” Randy continued before a six foot long arrow flew between Heidi’s desk and his chair, embedding itself in the stage backdrop right next to David startling him.”Excuse me a moment this won’t take long.” Randy said as he arose from the couch, the crowed watched as the Ninja leaped over their heads and on to the roof of the school.Upon landing Randy immediately noticed what had fired the arrow.Before him stood a twelve foot tall robotic miniature with a crossbow for a left arm and an axe for the right.

“Hello ninja, sorry for the interruption just trying to get my revenge for what you cost me.”The speaker said with a crackle.

“Hey Mcfist, dig the new look, fits you very well and also what?” Randy asked leaning on the pommel of his sword.

“My wish... the one the sorcerer offered me, the sorcerer you defeated and got all weird and sparkly before flying away.” Mcfist said aggravated.

“Oh right, yeah good times, anyways I’m going to kick your robots butt then get back to the wrap-up.” Randy said, the disinterest clear in his voice.

The robot and Randy rushed towards each other, ready to fight.

“Meanwhile.”

The Crowed watched as the ninja and the robot miniature fought, but one person in the crowed wasn’t watching the ensuing fight above and that person, was Doug.Doug merely glanced up from his book every once in awhile to make sure that everyone hadn’t run off to safety yet leaving him oblivious and in danger.as the fight progress and it seemed that the wrap-up had pretty much wrapped up to be continued at a later date.Doug booked marked his page, closed his book, then began to make his way home to handle somethings he needed to do back home.

“Meanwhile.”

With a loud thud the robot fell to the ground it’s decapitated head following soon after, Randy landed next to the metallic corpse then quickly mad his way back to the stage to see that Heidi had packed up her stuff and was getting ready to leave.

“Aw man, I’m too late am I.” Randy said disappointed.

“You think?” David said aggravated as he placed Heidi’s camera in it’s bag.

“Sorry ninja, you know how people are, we’ll try again on Monday alright.”Heidi said as she extended her hand out for a handshake.

“Name the place and the date.”Randy asked as he shook her hand.

“Same time and place.” Heidi answered as she released his hand before picking up her bag and slinging it on her shoulder.

Randy nodded in agreement and turned to leave but as he turned he noticed Doug or more specifically the person following Doug, dressed in all black and wearing a hoodie with snake on the back.Randy didn’t know why but somehow something seemed off about Doug’s new “friend”.Whether it was his heroic nature or the want to find out Randy quickly made his way to the rooftops and began trailing Doug and his pursuer.After following them for what seemed like an hour Doug and his pursuer went into an alleyway, Randy looked off the edge of the building to see that Doug’s pursuer had pushed him against the wall and began shouting at him and slamming him into the brick wall.

“Tell me where they are, I know they are here and if you don’t tell me where I’ll gut you and leave your guts for the rats you muggle blooded fool.”The Pursuer shouted as he shook Doug.

The pursuer turned to look down the alley to the ninja standing before him.

“Hey buddy! Let him go and you’ll walk, don’t and I’ll make sure you still walk away... with a limp.” Randy shouted.Whether he was that intimidating or the black clad pursuer realized he had better things didn’t matter to Randy as he watched the boy ran to the end of the alleyway and disappear behind the corner, Randy turned to face Doug to see if he was injured.

“You alright there bud?”Randy asked placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Y-yeah I’m fine just a little shaken.“Doug mummered nervously as he picked up his backpack without even looking at the ninja.

Randy watched as Doug hurriedly ran off, something was off, Randy knew that Doug was shy and awkward but he seemed like he was hiding something. Whether it was good or not Randy began to follow Doug from the rooftops, after following him home Randy carefully peered through Doug’s bed room window. The room was a mess with books and papers strewn about the room and clothes haphazardly thrown about his room.Randy shook his head in shame, how could he have his room like this, sure Randy’s room wasn’t much better but there was at least some organization to his mess, suddenly Randy was snapped out of his thought when he saw Doug shoot up from his chair grab what appeared to be a long black robe of a hanger with a lion in a shield embroidered on the right breast of the robe, Randy was in awe as he watched Doug recite some kind of magic spell and the books and papers in his room flew into a leather bag which Doug picked up before approaching his large wooden wardrobe, he opened it’s large wooden doors, walked in, and seemingly disappeared.Randy’s mind was a muck with questions, what was Doug hiding, who was that who attacked him in the alley, why the juice did he walk into his dresser.Either way Randy would find out, suddenly his phone began to buzz, taking it out he saw that it was Theresa calling him, he quickly answered.

“Oh hey Theresa, what’s up?”Randy asked, there was a slight pause followed by the sound of someone taking a deep breath.

“O-oh nothing I just wanted to know if you have any plans today?”Theresa nervously asked, fiddling with her hair.

“Yeah I do, I think Doug is doing something he shouldn’t so I’m looking into it.” Randy answered as he laid back on Doug’s roof.

“Oh... okay I understand.”Theresa replied, as she starred at the flowers Randy had given her after her unfortunate “incident” with Heidi.

“Why, did you need some help with something?”Randy asked as he sat up confused.

“N-No I was um... j-just asking out of curiosity because you know, it get’s pretty lonely here and I was uh hoping to h-hangout.”Theresa replied, her nerves almost getting the best of her.

Though confused Randy shrugged and continued, “Sure thing I wouldn’t mind, but it might take awhile, a long while.”Randy said as he got up from the roof preparing to enter Doug’s room.

“Don’t worry about Randy, I’ve always got time for you.”Theresa said, unknowing of what she fully said, Randy blushed slightly rubbing the back of his head.

“Heh thanks Theresa, that’s really kind of you, anyways I need to go, have a good one.”Randy said, he then ended the phone call and continued on with his investigation.

Randy opened Doug’s window and quietly entered, closing the window behind him, he then approached Doug’s large wardrobe and grabbed its large wood carved handles, taking a deep breath Randy opened it to see... nothing but some coats a suit and tie and a backpack, figure there was more to it Randy begrudgingly step inside, closing the doors behind him.After several minutes of waiting Randy grew frustrated, maybe there was an extra step he forgot, he opened the doors to see that Doug’s room had drastically changed, everything was different.His room went from the normal accommodations that a teenage boy would have to that of a bedroom fit for a prince.Where did he go? More importantly where did Doug go? Whatever structure this room belonged to Randy knew he’d have to go deeper to find Doug.Randy approached the door, griped the handle, and took a deep breath.

TO BE CONTINUED IN (part 2).

[universal-kitty]

   Alright, who’s ready to listen to a shitton of HCs about the relationship I’ve imagined between Wade and I? It’s gonna be angsty, full of build-up, and also highly suggestive in places (cause this is Deadpool and he’s nothing if not prepared to make some dirty jokes/make lewd gestures) so keep an eye out for that!

   ....Or don’t, if this post isn’t gonna be your cup o’ tea...

   But yeah, have these ideas in bullet-point format. There’s gonna be a lot of them. Have fun!

MCU-based, for now. Met during events of DP2. He was killin’ people, a half-dead guy launched from an alleyway... Deadpool came out to finish the job and- oops!- civilian right there!!

It was me. Shocked and frozen cause hooooollllyyyy shit, is that blood on his sword?! And a gun?!? Wade takes one step my way and I’m booking it outta there at high speeds.

First meeting didn’t go so well, as you can see. Wouldn’t see him for another few weeks to a month.

He ends up remembering me and spotting me ‘round as I’m getting some air. I about have another heart attack cause- sweet baby Jesus it’s that guy who was killing people!!!- but it turns out, he’s....not half bad?

We have coffee, he makes dirty jokes, something, something.... Hey, so... Fun times?

“Don’t do that on the first date....not in person, anyways.” His eyes are a white-blank but the small gasp and rigid posture reveals all.

I somehow find myself giving a mask-wearing murder dude my social media info and a “show” over video call is hosted. Oh, and that’s how I learn he isn’t “Deadpool” but “Wade.” Great way to learn a name, amiright??

(Also, his chosen name was “DPBigDick69″.... Just....wow.)

Thus begins a cycle. Meeting up face to mask to hang out, maybe goof around and laugh; playfully shove him when he gets to foul-mouthed. (And blush when it’s lewd.) But ironically end up doing video calls for....needs here and there, despite that.

A little awkward at first, but it goes swimmingly soon enough. Good bonds are being built, he’s funny, I’m trying to learn fun without full attachment.... Everything is well and pretty damn agreeable.

To the point where one day, he’s allowed to come over! And I invite him over whenever, as long as he cleans up his blood beforehand or picks to bleed on tile only. I’m not about to be a key witness to a murder because I didn’t clean between the floorboards; tile is just determination and thoroughness.

....He’s incredibly impressed and- when I admit to watching lots of true crime related shows- insists we watch those together sometime.

A well-off hangout that goes great....and then we get snuggly while watching a movie. Hands wander...

I don’t think my couch will ever recover. Though it has been cleaned, it’s spirit is forever soiled.

Still, another step up to the relationship. Wade’s over the moon about it and that I’m...so far pretty okay with a textured pepperoni person in view during dirty acts. That’s always a plus!! I’m just having the time of my life with his excitement, honestly.

Haven’t seen his face yet; never showed it on the cam and keeps it on during acts. So all I really understand at this point is he’s pretty scarred up and his face....well, he ain’t proud of it. I respect that, but the curiosity grows.

Wade slowly becomes a more prominent member in my once quiet apartment. If he’s not bothering the X-Men or chilling with Blind Al some more, he’s cozy in my apartment either jamming to music or judging me for my varied music tastes. (Just don’t let him find the existence of “Pony” or I’ll have to drop dead ASAP.)

And then...one night, after a round or three, I end up passing out....and waking up with him still there. He spends the night, we have breakfast together and hang out a little longer before he goes. (Proceeding to kiss me on the cheek through the mask and zip out via fire escape.)

.....Problems of tangled emotions start there.

Casual clothes that aren’t mine slip into my closet and drawers. His favorite bodywash, his shoes, a spare Deadpool outfit here and there, plus a few movies and CDs of his favorite tracks. Records and a record player are added, along with his favorite things; mostly memorabilia.

He’s even dropping hints that....hey, I like his body, right? Hypothetically, if he took his mask off one day...would I be down for that? I wouldn’t go running for the hills, right? Cause understands if I would, but he really likes being around my apartment, it smells nice and not like old lady or high-maintenance people and...... Promise him???

Look, with that kind of heavy trust being given to me right now, he might as well have proposed marriage. My heart’s doing flip-flops when I’m supposed to be caught up in the action of my favorite movie and....I agree. And promise.

It happens the next time. Before I know it, there’s a mask by my head and he- surprisingly- rolls me onto my back to let me look. It’s a surprise to see what he really looks like, but... I kinda figured, considering his body. I encourage him closer, gently mapping him out by touch...and the rough stuff we usually do goes out the window for the rest of the night.

.....Our first kiss. That’s how that went. We could not be any more off the “normie” path if we’d made a conscious effort of it.

Wade starts calling my apartment “home”. Now he’s around more often, sticking around less with Al and the X-Men. His anxieties are more prone to bubbling up around me because of it, but..... Nothing new to me; his are worse, but I’ve dealt with mine for years, too. I do my best to comfort him through it.

We sleep together more often than not. When he’s not around, I cuddle a plushie instead. He pretends to be jealous of it, but sometimes I have to wonder if he really is. I’ve caught him glaring at it before.

Ditches the mask more, too. I’ve adjusted to it, but still like to stare. It...unnerves him a little, but I constantly promise it’s a good thing. I like memorizing his face, looking at it. Especially touching; it’s an interesting texture that I love to run my fingertips over.

(He tries to distract me from it, to no avail. He later admits he likes it anyways; he’s just...embarrassed. Wade embarrassed is an adorable concept to me.)

...I never mention it, but I become increasingly scared by my own feelings. Like I’m in too deep and I’m not sure how much of it is mirrored attraction or just my wishful thinking. That and it was established that this is all just...for fun. For our sakes... So now that I’m in too deep..... What do we do? What do I say?

.......It’s at this crossroads where we’re currently stuck at. And who knows if we’ll ever move out and past it... Feelings have never been too kind to either of us and establishing something that terrifying? Ooph, maybe not... (But maybe?)

We just might be here forever.

[pumpkinscreams]

Blue Truck (Reddie)

Hey! I have nothing to say! This took a long time and i like it? It’s kinda diff btw, and it has a make out session...just letting u kno:)

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Richie placed the tape into the car with one of his nimble hands, another one on the wheel. “Hey! Why’d you put my tape in!”

Eddie whined as he looked at the cupholder that the mixtape once was. Richie shrugged and pressed play. The car started playing a high volume final countdown, he nodded in approval to Eddie’s music choice, and threw the case back at the small boy, it almost falling out the open car window, open to the sunset air.

“Argh! Richie!!!” He dragged his word’s some more as he half caught the tape in a mix of flailing hands.

“Eds, we always listen to my music, I thought you would find the change refreshing!” Richie said as he grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket. And turned on the car cig light. Eddie was about to respond but rolled his eyes and put the tape back in his bag, melting back into his seat.

The boys were 16 now. A lot was different since those many years ago. The gang was still friends, pretty much. Bev moved and only came on holidays, they didn’t see Mike at school so he didn’t hang with the gang as often. Ben loved his books, and too busy writing to his new girlfriend Beverly. Ever since the battle, Stan had been way to distant from the other boys, and Bill was to busy withmwriting. Richie and Eds were the only ones that really stayed friends. I mean, it would help that they kissed a couple times. They were basically a couple, they would go on dates, always leave with a quick, goodbye kiss, casual, like they were the two most casual people in the world. They would get each other gifts, whenever Eddie was anxious these days, he always held Richie’s hand instead of going for his inhaler that he ditched before freshman year. And whenever Richie pulled for a cigarette, (which was a nasty habit he picked up from his dad) he always thought of Eddie, telling him how bad it was, how many germs there were and what it would do to his body due time. He looked over Eddie, who was singing out Final Countdown with Richie’s nirvana hoodie on with a pair of light wash jeans, which Richie gave the smaller boy to borrow after one particularly chilly autumn day, but now had become Eddies go to sweater. It was so big on the small boy that it almost went to his knees, and the sleeves hid his hands from the chilly autumn breeze blowing through the car windows. Eddie was observing the falling sun his eyes full of wonder.

Richies heart was filled. This little shit actually made him feel happy. He reluctantly turned off the cig light and tossed the cigarette out the window. But the only doubt the lanky teen had was, that they never gave themself a label. He tried,

“You're my little boy toy, how bout it Eds?”

“Beep Beep Richie!”

But he could never say really what he wanted to say. Just then the song changed, even though it was the first couple of notes, the two teens knew exactly what song was gonna play . Richie’s wicked smile widened as Eddie’s eyes descended into deeper and deeper despair, his face turning pink in embarrassment.

“Rich, turn it off right now!!”

I come home in the morning light

My mother says when you gonna live your life right

“Richieeeee! Pleaasee!”

Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

And girls they wanna have fun

Richie started laughing so obnoxiously. He kept trying to say some joke about the song, but he was interrupting himself with laughs.

“Shut up. Shut up” Eddie kept repeating every time Richie laughed. He slumped into his seat, the hood going over his head and basically covering his face. Richies stomach was starting to ach from laughing so hard, he pulled the blue truck over on the ghost road. He turned up the volume and started singing along. Hands in the air.

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wan-

Eddie jabbed the radio and managed to pause the song.

“You’re not funny Richie” He furrowed his brow and, crossed his arms.

“Oh come on baby, I love it!” He smiled so wide he thought his face would split

“Richi-”

“I can just imagine you listening to it in your room, only some undies, and jumping on your bed!” Richie enthusiastically says (While thinking that that would be amazing to witness) as he grabs Eddie’s shoulder, swaying him, only for Eddie to wiggle out and find himself sitting on his knees. They were on a dirt path to nowhere. This was the two’s favourite thing to do. Just drive and talk, Eddie finds it as a refreshing change, when he’s not being harassed for his music choices.

“Beep beep Richie!” Eddie said as he climbed to the back seats of the car.

“Eds, what the fuck are you doing?” Richie moaned as he tried to not get hit by some flailing leg of the smaller teen who wasn’t the most elegant guy.

“Don’t call me Eds, and if you keep being an asshat, I’ll sit in the back.” He stubbornly said as he sat in the seat furthest from the taller boy in a big jean jacket, black skinny jeans and a Guns n roses t-shirt.

“Eddie,”

Richie corrected himself.

“Why would this be punishment? Now the bitching and moaning is a lot quieter” He said as he turned his whole body, legs on the back seat and back on the wheel.

“Well, after these hangouts, you always give me a goodnight kiss. And now it’s a Hell of a lot harder Tozier!” Eddie said originally as a retort, not completely thinking it through. The car went silent. The two never really addressed the tension. If they kissed, they wouldn’t dare talk about it. It was just them, interacting.

“Say goodnight to your mom for me Eds!”

“Shut up Rich!”

A small peck from Richie to the boy

“Goodnight Richie.” Eddie would say through a mask of blush as he opened the car door.

And that was it. A gesture. Just part of their routine. Neither would dare mention it.

Until now.

“You’re saying I don’t like a challenge, Kaspbrack?” Richie said, breaking the silence. Causing him to blush an ambitious red. Sitting on his converse covered feet.

“I didn’t want to put my playlist on anyways! It’s your fault!” Eddie said with a bit of seriousness, he hated when Richie made fun of his feminine behaviour, but he also secretly loved to annoy the boy as much he did him. He furrowed his brow again and crossed his arms, looking at the much taller teen. Richie got up from his sitting position and half crawled into the backseat of the truck. He failed halfway and ended up falling onto the seats hitting his head with a grunt on the car door and his legs almost kicking Eddie.

Richie started laughing at his own hilarious tumble but Eddie’s anxiously felt different.

“Shit Richie, Are you ok?” Eddie said as he sat right in front of the boys stomach.

“Jeez, I’m ok” Richie said as he sat up, holding the tender part with a chuckle.

“No you’re not, here, let me feel it.” Eddie said with a furrowed brow.

“Damn Eds, at least buy me dinner first”

“Shut up. You’re moving too much.” Eddie spoke as he was feeling around the boys curly locks for a bump.

“That’s not what your mom said last-” He was interrupted by his own hiss of pain. Eddie found the bruised part of the boys head. Eddie immediately moved his hand down to stop the pain, leaving it in the curve of the boys boney neck.

“It’s just a bruise, you’ll be fine” Eddie said, realizing how close the two were, and Eddie basically on Richie’s lap.

“No shit Eddie spaghetti!” Richie said, ruining the moment. Just as Eddie was about to Roll his eyes Richie grabbed the small boys face.

Richie kissed Eddie.

Eddie at first lifted his hands and widened his eyes, in shock that Richie was actually doing something the boy dreamed of doing since they were kids. His whole body was full of love for the boy colliding faces with him, the boy that he’s slowly fallen in love with wanted him.

Him.

He slid his hands back at the boys warm neck. His eyes drifting closed, melting into the kiss. Richie tugged the boy closer to him by sliding his hand around his waist. He never realized how damn cold Eddie was. His sweaty palms cooling off. Eddie was really going at this, Richie was concerned he would have bruising on his head and lips. Eddie finally moved his legs over Richies to actually be straddling the taller boy in this battle of dominance. They stopped for a quick breath of air. The two boys were panting, looking at each other through the fog of Richie’s glasses, both completely red.

Eddie slowly takes the glasses off of the boys face.

“Eds, I think we’ve already passed the point in the movie where you know I’m beautiful with the glasses off.” Richie squeaks through pants. Eddie places the glasses on the front seat.

“They were in the way, trashmouth.” and excitedly smashes into the boys freckled face again. The two teens were messy, hands all over each other, and they wouldn’t have it anyother way. Richie slowly descended onto his back, with Eddie falling with him, with Eddie tilting his head to one side and Richies to the other. Richie softly but confidently grabbed Eddie’s curly hair and ran it through his boney fingers. Holding the head of the most perfect fuck up. He was the only person that really understood Richie. Who understood why his family life was utter shit and he would much prefer to drive onto dirt roads in the middle of the night rather than actually face his family. Eddie placed his cold hands under the boys shirt. Feeling his warm chest against his frozen hands. It felt comforting. Richie slowly stops and starts kissing the boys neck. Eddie tried really hard not to moan but a small one slipped out. Eddie felt Richies lips curl on his own neck. Richie couldn’t help but laugh at the smaller boys squeak. Eddie sat up, sitting on the taller boys lower stomach. His face was red with embarrassment and a cheeky smile. He wiped all the saliva off his face with his hoodie sleeve, and looking back at the boy. Even though it was pitch black in the stuffy backseat, Eddie could see every pore, every eyelash, on the face of the beautiful boy lying in front of him.

“Smooth Eddie spaghetti.” Richie smirked as he sat up, the two boys face to face.

“Don’t call me that! I hate when you call me that!” Eddie lied. He secretly loved it.

Eddie planted a small kiss on the freckles that bridge the nose of Richie.

“You’re my boyfriend Eds.” Richie said with a huge lump in his throat. But he felt confident with the guy he just had a super messy make out session with. He twirled his nimble fingers through the small boys curly chocolate hair.

“I always was, Rich.” Eddie slowly snakes his hands around the tall boys neck, leaning his head in the crook of his neck.

The two blush a bright red.

The sun finally goes down and the two drive home. Singing and laughing to Girls just wanna have fun.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Sayaka Maizono remembered. It was as if her eyes had been forced wide open. All the peculiar events that had happened on this island... Suddenly, it all made sense. A tragic, despicable sort of sense.

This was Monokuma's next motive? It was almost sad, seeing her classmates so pitifully naïve. All of their attention was on the "obvious" infected ones - Asahina, Ishimaru, Kirigiri... They were all sideshows compared to what she received. The Remembering Disease.

With these memories, she was practically compelled to murder one or two of her classmates. It didn't matter they were all friends - hell, because they were all friends this needed to be done! They'd forgotten the whole reason they had come into this rehabilitative program in the first place. Thanks to the program, they even forgot that's what all this was - a simulation.

But Sayaka remembered.

Seeing.... him mixed in with all the students, it was amazing he hadn't been found out already. How dare they? What right did the Future Foundation have to use him as an observer?! Makoto Naegi had died! And the Future Foundation, former students of Hope's Peak, had no right to speak his name, let alone use his memory to watch over them.

It hurt so much just looking at him... To hear his voice, the tones and words he would've used.... To look at them all with the same eyes.... To smile like he did.... Ithurtithurtithurt.....

But as much as Sayaka considered it, she couldn't bring herself to kill the doppelganger. As much as her eyes stung just watching him interact with Leon, and Fujisaki, there would be no point to killing the disrespectful fake, except to satisfy her own bitter feelings.

Sayaka told herself that it was because of Ultimate Despair's mission. Their mission to kill themselves and let Junko take over their bodies. Sparing him had nothing to do with any sentiment she might've felt toward the AI.... She simply had a mission to carry out, nothing more.

.... So why did she agree to hangout with him more than once....?

Why did she enjoy hanging out with him....? 

Sayaka put the finishing touches on her plan. Kiyotaka was an easy target due to the fact his disease made him willing to do anything he was told to do. Sayaka had also decided Kirigiri would die, seeing as how the detective was currently bedridden, passing in and out of consciousness with a despairfully high fever..That bitch had also pushed Makoto into the elevator that led to his death. That way, even if she was found out during the trial, one of the smarter ones would be sacrificed to Junko. That way, trials would be that much tougher to solve from then on.

Everything was settled. It was all planned out. She was even making her way to the music venue, where Kiyotaka had been instructed to wait for her after the nighttime announcement. Her resolve was unshakeable, and yet.... she just had to run into him outside the venue.

"Maizono!" The brunet greeted casually,  causing the singer to stiffen. Did.... he know about Ishimaru? Is that why he was out here waiting for her? To try and stop her?

Sayaka kept herself calm and composed.

"Naegi-kun. It's rather late, isn't it? Shouldn't you be back at the motel with the others?" It was agreed that she and Mukuro would watch over the ones who were sick, since they'd spent the most time around the three sick patients. They had no medical professional in their group, so they could only hope that those who had the various Despair Diseases wouldn't die.

The Luckster laughed softly, unfazed by the suspicious glare she was sending him.

"I guess. I was just concerned for you and Mukuro. I really should have been the one to look out for those three, not you guys."

'Because you're expendable?' Sayaka sniped in her mind. She loved hated how realistic this doppelganger was. How selfless he was...

It was almost like having Naegi amongst them again....

"You don't need to worry, Naegi-kun." Sayaka forced her biggest smile. "We'll get through this."

"You're right, of course...." Makoto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He then adopted a serious expression, which threw the idol off-guard. "But Sayaka... please, don't lie to yourself. You.... know... Don't you?"

 For a moment, Sayaka's mask dropped, and she glared at the fake Luckster in annoyance. But then she shook her head and forced another big smile.

"Wh-What are you talking about, Naegi-kun....? I'm not..." She flinched as he cut her off.

"You stopped using my given name, Sayaka...." The fake had the gall to look wounded. "And lately, you sometimes shoot me these dirty looks for no reason! I don't know how, but.... You have the Despair Disease, don't you?"

Sayaka curled her hands into fists and tried to rein in her temper. The fake was too perceptive.... but then again, Makoto had been rather perceptive, too....

"Again, I have no idea what you are talking about, Naegi-kun. Now, if you will excuse me...." The idol nearly hissed as the brunet caught her by the wrist.

"Sayaka, please! Talk to me! I don't want to lose you....!"

That caused something within her heart to snap, and the idol whirled on the AI, pushing back her initial taunt and speaking from her heart.

"Well, you and I both know that's not very fair, now is it, Naegi-kun?!" The blue-haired singer spat venomously. "After all, you were the first to die on us....!"

Makoto's eyes softened, but his grip remained strong.

"So you do remember...." He looked down at the ground. "I was afraid at least one of you would be forced to get your memories back.... But I was really hoping it wouldn't be you."

Why hadn't she broken free from his grip....? Why was she still wasting words on this thing?

"Life's full of disappointments, Naegi-kun." Sayaka put on a false cheerful smile. "I remembered the day my heart was wrenched from my chest and shattered into a million pieces. I remembered the very moment the real Makoto passed through that door into the very afterlife itself! I remembered through no fault of his own, the real Makoto was murdered!"

Makoto still didn't let go, and Sayaka was making no moves to escape. She was glaring at him with ferocious intensity, just daring him to say another word... and unfortunately for her, he took her up on that dare.

"And that's why you were brought here, Sayaka.... You and the rest of our class..." He trailed off, looking up at her with newfound determination. "You suffered so much, and you lashed out at the world! I might not know what Makoto was thinking when he died, but I know enough about him from your and everyone else's memories to at least guess at what he was thinking!"

Sayaka let out a derisive laugh. Tears spilled out from her eyes.

"So you know he died asking why he had to go so soon?! Or are you going to say he's disappointed we ended up this way?!"

"He was disappointed with himself." Makoto's sharp words were enough to stop Sayaka in her tirade and to make her look at him in abject bewilderment. "He knew just what kind of effect his death would have on you guys - all thanks to Junko - and he blamed himself, Sayaka! How he wasn't strong enough to get through that labyrinth on his own. He always saw how 'ordinary' he was as a weakness, and he died begging for you guys' forgiveness for causing you so much pain....!"

Now Sayaka tried to wrench her hand away. Her voice cracked.

"D-Don't pretend to understand....! You know nothing! Nothing!" She shrieked, hand poised to slap him if that's what it took for Makoto to release her.

"I know he cared about you." Again, his soft but firm voice cut through her hysteria. She still trembled, but she settled down enough to listen again. His grip tightened around her wrist, but not enough to cause harm. "When you started dating, he was the luckiest guy in the world! He'd never been happier in his life! Of course he'd be upset that he caused you so much grief!"

The idol felt numb, and her body went limp - the only thing keeping her one arm up was Makoto, and he didn't look to be letting go anytime soon. Bangs fell over her eyes, and the tears just continued to flow.

How could she possibly forget that day she'd confessed to him.....? It was physically impossible to do so. She'd confessed because she knew Makoto was too shy to make the first move, and she just loved teasing him about what an open book he was...

His words that day echoed exactly what this AI was saying. Makoto had been overjoyed. He'd been so determined to make her happy and to do whatever she said to keep their relationship a secret, for both their sakes.

Sayaka didn't want to recall that day. It was a painful reminder of what she lost, and....

It made her waver in her resolve.

When he finally let go of her wrist, Sayaka hated how quickly she reached out to snatch his hand. A part of her was scared that the loss of contact would fill her with all the bitter, hateful feelings she'd harbored since regaining her memories.

It was so stupid.... this was just an AI....

But he was Makoto, even if it was just his ghost of a memory...

And.... And....

"Sayaka....?" He asked gently, meeting her tear-filled eyes as she looked back up at him.

"I don't...." She choked out, trembling again. He patiently waited for her to speak. "I don't.... want to spread Despair anymore.... I don't want to feel Despair...."

The last part was barely a whisper, and anyone would've written the words off as a hallucination. But not Makoto. Never Makoto.

"Then stay with me for a while." The Luckster softly spoke back, drawing her into an embrace. One that she initially stiffened at, but eased into rather quickly.

Sayaka Maizono might've been inflicted with the Remembering Disease, but she remembered more than just the Despair of the past....

She remembered her Hope.

[god-wishes-he-was-me]

The Humble Adventure of Bitch & Boomer

{hi so during quarantine I had to write weekly journals for English class, and my relationship with my best friend started changing, causing me enough stress to ACTUALLY HAND THIS IN. So enjoy, I feel weird having three chapters typed up doing nothing so...have mercy I word vomited:/

Ps. All our cuss words are bleeped coz it was for school

Chapter One

On April 29th, 2020, Thalia's best friend of eleven years casually mentioned that he wanted to marry her.

Zach and Thalia had been buds since kindergarten. They'd never made any romantic confessions, except for the time Thalia wrote Zach a love note and gave it to him behind a dumpster in fourth grade. She's never been able to live that one down. They've both had feelings for eachother, but never at the same time, leaving them stuck in a vicious cycle of unrequited feelings.

The pair did have two lost years where Thalia couldn't talk to Zach without getting upset. She had left all of her toxic friends behind her and started all over in an effort to salvage her mental health. Zach was not a toxic friend however, he was just friends with the people that were unknowingly being damaging. Thalia had managed to have a pretty okay time with her new friends that were kinder, but after two years of not speaking Thalia didn't really have a say in whether or not they were friends. The two live really close to each other, and on Thalia's walk to school everyday she passed his house. Thirteen year old Zach waited outside every morning just to walk one block with her. That turned into walking home, hanging out during school and eventually helping each other through some pretty tough stuff.

Early in they're first year of highschool, Thalia's dad moved down the street from Zach's house. She went from staying every other weekend at her dad's to every other week, seeing Zach by chance and by choice.

Who would've thought they would have a Boy Next Door™ story?

Highschool brings the two closer than ever, walking to and from school with a longer commute, both almost failing math (well, he failed, Thalia barely made 60%) and became a dynamic duo in their school's cafeteria. Don't get me started on cafeteria, they go to school an hour early to cook and sell baked goods every morning, talking about anything and everything. Not to mention serving lunch twice a week.

Everything was right as rain for a while, keeping up the off and on pining and beating eachother up in the halls. Continuously rolling their eyes at their parents swearing they'll end up together while suppressing their real emotions. Then this little thing called Covid-19 came into the world.

Nothing like a global pandemic to force you into facing your feelings am I right?

One day, Thalia got a call from Zach, not out of the ordinary for them seeing as they do nothing but banter. In this call Zach complains about his mom (also not out of the ordinary) and segways into the dream he had the night before(Thalia regularly dreams about Zach. Romantic or not, he'd been a pretty common occurrence in her subconscious). Zach recounts his dream, that just happened to be about their wedding. This led to them planning their wedding. They talk about the music, and rings (tattoos instead, so they wouldn't wreck rings. Thalia gets a small band to ward off the creeps.), and even plan some food. The back of Thalia's mind consisted of what could only be described as "!!!!!!!!!!". Normally the phrase used was: "If we get married" (in a joking way) but as of recently it had changed to "when we get married". As if the two had accepted the eventuality of being together.

This understandably sent Thalia into a crisis. Never before had she said the words " I'm fine, everything is fine" more in her life.

During quarantine, Zach was the only person Thalia was allowed to see other than her immediate family. To clarify, she wasn't working, he wasn't working, they still kept they're circles as small as possible. All while following social distancing with others and wearing masks. This was a necessary interaction for Thalia and Zach's mental stability. One week alone in her house had Thalia going stir crazy, and had Zach getting in arguments with his parents. To sooth each other's impending breakdowns, they hung out with permission. Walking a block and a half to keep themselves sane. Thalia and Zach don't really function after being seperated for long periods of time.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, Thalia's brain was imploding.

The next day, Thalia asked Zach to go for a walk around Langford lake, figuring there, her best friend would make a move. No such thing happens.

They walk, throw rocks into the lake, and have a good bant. Thalia gives her friend many openings to make his move, but he doesn't take a single one. At one point Zach decides he's going to teach Thalia how to climb a tree (surprisingly easy for her to do, she just never got around to it). The two then spent a solid twenty minutes just looking at each other with expectant looks halfway up a tree.

On their walk home Thalia told Zach about her post secondary plans.

"I think I want to go to UBC for psychology and become a therapist."

Zach looked a bit taken aback, "how are you going to be a therapist on a farm in Ontario?"

"Since when am I going to live on a farm in Ontario?"

Zach proceeded to remind Thalia that his grandfather was leaving him a farm in Ontario, that's why Zach was getting a degree in agriculture. She knew all this of course, she just didn't realize she was coming along.

"We can get some chickens if you want", Zach offered, not acknowledging the weight of his suggestions.

"Sure! Can we work our way up to cows?" Thalia, a drama kid, is good at acting calm while panicking.

The pair planned their life together down to the type of truck and rocking chairs they'd use when making fun of teenagers in their old age.

"There ya go, life planned" Zach finished, patting Thalia on the back. Throughout this conversation Thalia couldn't help but quietly smile. She hadn't realized how much her friend had thought about their future.

Where their hangout usually would end (with Zach dropping Thalia off at her house and walking the rest of the block to his own), Zach asked Thalia to walk with him. She made zero hesitation to agree. Zach ran into his house, returning with donut money, his younger brother, and his dog Bug.

Bug barked at Thalia as usual, but the scruffy little brown and black mut barked slightly less than she had the time before. The group walked to Tim Hortons, chatting and horsing around as per usual. Zach made his way inside and returned with donuts (three for him one for Thalia). She caught him staring at her, smiling with a different light in his eyes. The energy between them was different than usual. There were unspoken things that needed to be said.

Thalia didn't finish her donut. She plopped the rest of her sour cream glaze into her friends mouth without hesitation from either party. They fed each other regularly, Zach putting a water bottle to her lips knowing she was thirsty without even looking. Thalia had a milkshake during a class they shared once, and Zach groaned.

"Ughaghherraaww",he leaned his head back, expelling the noise. Without a thought, Thalia passed her milkshake to Zach knowing that's what he wanted. It took a second for the pair to realize they had communicated abnormally. They were comfortable with one another, never running out of things to talk about.

When Thalia got home, she had a cinematic moment. Closing the door behind her, leaning against it and listening to the rattling of her heart slowly calm. Things were beginning to happen.