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Fallen Angel

Sylus x gn!Reader (more fem-coded)

I literally didn't do work yesterday when I told myself I would bc of this fic. I was so in it that I had to keep working on it or else. And I'm so glad I did cuz I love writing in the Raven universe I've created

Warnings: torture, blood, injury, gun violence, mind control, swearing, (wanting to) vomit, slight invasion of privacy, pet names, sleep deprivation, alcohol + drinking, possessive behavior, kissing, some religious imagery, selectively mute reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 4,887

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“Look at you. Sylus’s prized pup.”

Electricity tears through your body. It steals the air from your lungs. Your bloodied fingernails dig into the wood of the chair. Your legs shake against their will. You grit your teeth so hard they hurt. You taste copper.

When it stops, your body sags forward, chest heaving desperately for air through the aftershocks of pain. You refuse to scream for them. Refuse to let them hear your voice when it is reserved for one man only.

“Give it up already, pup.” The man supervising your torture grabs your chin in deceptively soft hands, contradicting the tight hold he has on your jaw. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip. It comes away red. “He would have found you by now if he actually cared. You know that.”

You glare at him. Silent.

“Besides, be honest with yourself, pup,” he leans in close, too close, “why would a man like him need a bodyguard?” He tilts your head to one side, then the other. “You’re just a mangy stray he took in out of pity. A fighting dog. Good at ripping out throats, and nothin’ else. Ain’t that right?”

He shoves your face away sharply. Your world spins from that small action alone, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut until you see spots in the darkness. Boots scrape along the floor behind you. You take in one last gasp of air before the metal touches your skin.

-

Sylus checks his messages again. Nothing.

No texts, no calls, no mysterious notes before you left.

Shouldn’t we set the rules for hide-and-seek before the game starts?

It isn’t necessarily unusual for you to disappear, but it is unusual for you to ignore his messages. Even if you didn’t answer right away, you still read them. Now, the patronizing notice of Delivered stares back at him.

He snaps his fingers and Mephisto is there in a flash, perched on his finger and rapt with attention. The poor bird is missing you, too. His hoard of trinkets to give you is stagnant - nothing coming in and nothing going out. He’s too nervous to even go collect more.

“Search Linkon City. Any sign of them, you report it.”

The mechanical crow leaps off his finger and out the window in a flash.

In the next instant, the twins are standing before him, summoned by a quick message. They stand at attention, too. No banter passes between them. “Search the N109 Zone for any sign of Raven. By any means necessary.”

“On it, Boss.”

“Sure thing, Boss!”

He stares at the messages again as their footsteps recede into the hall. He scans your last message, searching for any miniscule clue as to where you’ve run off to.

One of my old “colleagues” is bugging me again :/

Want me to take care of them for you?

I can do it myself

I know you can, sweetheart

It was too vague to go off of. You were very tight-lipped about your past, only making off-handed comments about it here and there: You don’t sing anymore (implying you did once, which came as a minor shock to him), your apparent wealth is stolen (but no hints to where from), and you’re more familiar with the streets of Linkon than the N109 Zone. Never any mentions of past dealings you had before, or anything close to a partnership that could have involved “colleagues”.

The longer he sits here, straining for any glimpse of a past you never involved him in, the more he wishes he’d asked more. It wasn’t for lack of interest, but you weren’t very vocal at the best of times. It felt more appropriate to leave it alone and wait for you to offer up tidbits on your own.

-

Two prominent marks marr your skin, presenting where the alligator clips had pressed into your back over and over and over again. Charred flesh, bubbling with blisters. Something sharp pops one of them. You draw blood from your cheek to avoid screaming.

The man sighs. “You’re a stubborn one.” He pushes off of the wall and leans down to be face-to-face with you. “What’s it gonna take to get you to sing for us?”

Your body trembles with exertion as you raise your head. You haven’t been allowed to sleep. Every time your eyes droop, you get shocked. You fight not to collapse. You can’t let the torture break you. You can’t.

He smirks as he sees the blood dribbling from your mouth, mixing with saliva and snot as it trails down your chin. His satisfaction sickens you. For as much as you understand the thrill, understand the rush of bringing someone to their knees before you, you never looked at them like this. This is revolting.

You spit in his face.

“Ah, fuck!” He almost falls on his ass as he jerks away. His nice sleeve is ruined as he wipes his face.

Lightning sears through your nerves. It burns you up inside. Your muscles clench harshly, spasming uncontrollably. All air rushes out of you. It feels like drowning. Your eyes stare at the bright white light on the ceiling, unable to cry out, unable to look away. Unable to breathe.

For the first time since this whole thing began, tears form in your eyes.

The clips are removed from your skin. Colored and black spots obscure the blurry light. You think you might pass out. You think you’ve reached the end of your resolve.

And then you can breathe again.

The breaths come in wheezy and ragged. Your body lurches forward as you cough. Your throat spasms, stomach twisting with the need to throw up. But nothing comes out. You dry heave into your lap, blood landing in wet droplets on your pants.

The man pulls your head up by your hair. You can’t see him. Can’t see the ugly grimace on his face. Your eyes won’t open. You cough, desperate to vomit in the false hope that it would make you feel better. Hot tears slip down your cheeks.

“You-!” He growls in frustration as he drops your head again. You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his shoes as he paces back and forth in front of you. “Okay. Okay! Fine! You can rest now, pup. How’s that sound? You can take a nice, long nap. Sounds good, right?”

You don’t answer him. Don’t show any signs you even heard him.

“Keep an eye on them. I’m gonna go fucking change.”

-

Sylus hasn’t been idle. Fully aware of the breach to your privacy, he taps away at your laptop. The password wasn’t guessed, merely bypassed. He didn’t trust that he’d be able to guess it before being locked out.

He pulls up the same messenger app you use on your phone. Bypassing the password again, he watches the spinning buffer as it syncs up with your phone. It takes far too long. He busies himself with going through your search history with no luck. You know how to play this game, how to meander in and out of danger without leaving any traces. It’s a remarkable talent that frustrates him to no end right now.

No messages from Luke, Kieran, or Mephisto.

A quiet jingle comes from your laptop speakers as the sync completes. He searches the most recent messages, ignoring his own despite the red dot next to his avatar. One chat exchange in particular catches his eye:

Hello, angel~ When u gonna come sing for me again?

Never.

So ur still alive then? Thats good to hear

Ive missed u <3

Stop sending your men after me. Our business is done.

U know damn well it isnt. U reneged our agreement AND stole from me

U owe me bigger than ever, angel

You’ve made more since I left. You’re not hurting for funds.

Its the principle of the matter

U still flaked

- Read 9:38pm, Thursday -

Okay, don’t respond

But if u want this stain off ur back, u gotta finish ur deal

Same stakes as before

Ill even shorten ur sentence to one week

Now doesnt that sound fair?

- Read 12:02am, Friday -

Second Circle

David will pick u up

No thanks.

Fine. See u in hell, angel~

By the end, Sylus’s face is set in a sour sneer. The way whoever this was spoke to you was demeaning, controlling, disgusting. They acted like they owned you. You’re a bird that can’t be caged; Sylus knows this well.

But, it’s the best lead he’s got. Nothing else is as recent as this, except for your text to him complaining about your old “colleague”.

He messages Mephisto, telling him to scope out the Second Circle, a nightclub on the outskirts of Linkon. He starts digging into the place, its owner, and what he can do to have a meeting with them.

-

You fight sleep for as long as you can. You try everything to avoid letting the exhaustion sink in. You rub your wrists raw with the rope holding you down, hoping the pain will distract you, but the person overlooking you stops you immediately. You try to put together and take apart a gun in your mind, imagining the heft of it in your hand, the recoil that shoots up your arm, the satisfaction shooting these fuckers in the face would bring. You even try running through your last escape from this place, mentally following the corridors and steps it took to secure your freedom.

None of it works. Against your will, your body gives in. You slip into dreamless sleep.

You don’t know how long it is when you’re awoken.

The chair tips, snapping your consciousness back to the present as gravity shifts. It falls backwards, the ceiling light bearing down on you like the desert sun. Your head hits the cold floor. Hard. Before your mind can catch up, a cry is torn from your throat.

The cry is cut short.

A haze of disconnection washes over your body. You can’t feel your pain, can’t feel your body. It’s like your mind is trapped in a prison. You’re forced to watch through wide eyes as the man leans over you.

“Finally…” His voice floats in like a distant echo. “Take them to the boss. He’s got his angel back.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

You try to fight against them as they untie your hands and ankles, as they lift you up, as your legs start walking without your input. You try to scream. To lash out. To do anything.

And you can’t.

The man must notice your struggle. Must feel it through his Evol. “Relax, pup. The worst of it is over. Now you just gotta complete your end of the bargain.”

Your body walks down a long, familiar hallway. The doors at the end are wide open. A poker table sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by faces you wish you didn’t recognize. Some of them bear the scars of your last escape.

In a gilded throne, sitting across from the dealer with a tall stack of poker chips, is the man you’ve been running from.

The Devil.

-

The neon lights of the night club shine like a warning sign through the tinted windows of the car. The electronic red curves and twists of a script font. The outline of a devil girl lounging on top of the name, cleavage out and winking. Her tail ends in a sharp point, underlining the name.

The Second Circle.

The air in the vehicle is suffocating. Rage boils under the surface of Sylus’s skin, barely contained. His Evol burns his hands, aching to be released.

Luke opens his door as Kieran stands guard next to it.

You’re in there.

It’s been almost a week since you disappeared. Two days since Mephisto spotted you through the door of the club. One day since he requested an audience with its owner.

Sylus gets out of the car. Luke closes the door behind him. The twins flank his sides as he walks to the entrance. A long line of patrons waits to be let in by the bouncer, a man as tall as he was and twice as wide. He barely glances at Sylus before letting him in. The customers closest to the door fall eerily silent as he passes, oppressed by the energy surrounding him.

Purple, blue and red lights break up the darkness. Poles occupied by dancers are interspersed through the room, with girls dressed up in skimpy red devil costumes or sinfully revealing nun attire. One of the poles stands on a prominent stage, gauzy red curtains drawn to a close behind it. All three of them scan the room for signs of you with no luck.

Drunken dancers and tipsy customers pass by in a blur as he crosses the dance floor to a door hidden in the shadows. Two men in suits guard it, shoulder to shoulder.

“I have a meeting with the Devil,” he announces over the music. Despite the heat raging within him, his words are cold.

One of the men nods his head. “Mr. Sylus,” he greets, too warmly given the circumstances. “The Devil has asked that you please wait until after the main show. It will be starting soon.” He gestures over to the stage.

Sylus stares through them, searching for any reason why he really should wait and not release his Evol right now and tear his way through the building.

The lights shift from bright neons to sultry reds and oranges as the music fades out. The anticipation in the room is palpable as all eyes turn to the stage. A silhouette with feathery wings stands behind the curtain.

None of this was interesting to Sylus. What stopped him in his tracks was a voice. Your voice.

His eyes shoot to the stage, face hardening as he watches the curtains part.

You, dressed up in a white angel costume, altered from something pure and holy to be lustful. Wings stick from your back, short but no less enticing. He can’t hear the slow jazz music over the siren sound of your voice. Can’t feel the burning of his Evol as his eyes follow your movements to the pole.

“You must like this song,” he points out with a grin. “You keep humming along to it.”

You smirk as you meet his eye, not pausing as you copy the melody note for note. It’s much better than his singing.

“Do you know the words?”

You nod. You push yourself up from the sofa where you lounged to lay yourself across his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, lips brushing against his ear as your humming fades away. “I don’t sing anymore.”

His hand trails along your spine before resting on your waist and pulling you closer. “Shall I sing them, then?”

You pinch his shoulder. He chuckles.

All at once, the music turns sour within him.

“Boss, is that…?” Luke pipes up.

Kieran shakes his head. “No, it can’t be. Right?”

His hand clenches into a fist by his side. It’s minutes of torture. His eyes can’t seem to look away as you move fluidly around the pole, smiling too softly at the patrons who stand at the edge of the stage. At one point, you kneel down, knees spread apart, right in front of one of them. She gulps as you grab her by the chin, gently guiding her while you sing until her face is so close. If she’d been a little bolder, she could have met your lips. But your fingers trail along her jaw until you let go, slowly standing up while maintaining eye contact with her.

As soon as the final notes leave your lips, Sylus is at the door. He doesn’t stay to watch the curtains close. Luke and Kieran rush after him as he speeds off down a hallway.

Once the door closes, the cheering is silenced, unable to reach through the thick material. What takes its place is the laughter down the hall.

Each step feels too long. It seems to stretch on forever. Door after door, all leading up to the open double doors at the end of the hall. He only stops once he’s crossed the threshold, standing just inside the doorway as the players turn to acknowledge his presence.

The man in the throne doesn’t bother to pull his face out of your neck.

The sneer on Sylus’s face deepens. This isn’t you. You would never perch on another man’s lap like this. You would never giggle as his mouth drags over your skin, whispering sinful things in your ear. You would never turn to look at him like that, like he’s a stranger you’re passing in the street.

“We have business.”

The Devil sighs boredly, finally drawing away from the angel in his lap to look at Sylus. He smirks easily. He’s completely relaxed. The players set their cards down slowly.

“Well, well, well. Mr. Sylus. How nice to finally make your acquaintance.”

“What did you do to them?”

“Who, me?” He chuckles. He reaches for a glass on the edge of the table and brings it calmly to his lips, drinking the expensive scotch long and slow. “I didn’t do anything.”

Sylus sighs sharply, bored of this game. “Fine. What did your men do to them?”

The Devil cocks his head to the side, smirking wider. It looks too big for his face. “Nothin’ they couldn’t handle.”

Luke and Kieran keep a close eye on the poker players as their hands reach beneath the table. Their own hands come to rest at the weapons on their hips.

“Didja wanna make a deal, or are you just gonna stand there all night?”

There is no deal that could be made that would be fair. The Devil already had what he wanted - you. Under his control, on his lap, answering to his every whim. If he can’t deal with the Devil…

“Whose Evol is it, sweetie?”

You tilt your head. It’s familiar, and it’s horrifically not you. “What do you mean, mister?”

His right eye glows as he levels his stare on you. He’s never used this on you before. It feels like a betrayal of your autonomy. Somehow, he knows you forgive him.

A face flickers across his vision. Blood stains a nasty grimace. You desire the owner of that face to die. You don’t care how. Your rage almost makes him dizzy.

He pulls a gun from his waistband. The owner of the face stands first, aiming for the Onychinus leader. Sylus shoots first.

Blood splatters on the cards.

All hell breaks loose.

Your eyes seem to come into focus in a flash. Luke and Kieran are too quiet as they shoot down the other players at the table. Sylus’s own Evol reaches throughout the room, evaporating bullets before they can hit either of the twins, himself, or you. He doesn’t stop watching you.

Your face is contorted with fury. The usual calm neutrality that hides your emotions when you fight is gone. You shatter the glass of scotch on the wooden rim of the poker table. The shard you grab digs into your hand as you aim for the Devil’s jugular. He grabs your wrist with one hand, the other gripping your throat in a vice grip. Even as you lose oxygen, you fight back. You will never stop fighting back. You shake with effort as you push against his hand, but you’re gaining ground.

A black and red tendril of smoke grabs the Devil’s wrist, wrenching his hand away. The shard of glass goes clean through his skin, through his artery, until the pointed tip is caressing his spine.

He sputters up at you with wide eyes, choking on blood. It stains the white of your costume. Stains your skin. Stains the table. His hold on your neck loosens.

You lean down to his ear. “Our deal is over.”

Blood gurgles in his throat as he tries to protest, to argue, to get the last word in.

His hand falls from your throat, hanging limply off the side of the throne. The life drains from his eyes.

The room is still. Bodies lay across the floor. Some lean over the table. Chips and cards are scattered everywhere.

Luke and Kieran disappear down the hall, taking care of the rest of the security that would prevent your escape. Sylus steps over the carnage as he rounds the table. You slowly let go of the glass, not bothering to hide your wince as tiny fragments imbed themselves in your flesh. He wordlessly helps you stand from the dead man’s lap, hands becoming stained with the same blood that covers you.

You finally meet his eyes. And it’s you. The pain and anger and hatred in your eyes is too real, too genuine, to be faked by a puppet master. He brushes the blood splatter off your face with the back of his fingers. You lean into the touch without hesitation.

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice soft.

You take a deep breath in and release it through your nose. You slowly nod.

“The car’s waiting outside.”

You take a step forward. Your knees give out underneath you. Sylus catches you before you can hit the ground. You hiss in pain as you grab onto him with your injured hand by pure instinct. Your body is still trying to recover from the torture, from the sleep deprivation, from being under someone else’s relentless control for so long. He effortlessly lifts you into his arms.

“You can rest now,” he whispers against your hair. You can feel the rumble of each word deep within his chest. It calls to you, encouraging you to let go. You give in willingly this time, holding onto his shirt even as your blood seeps into the expensive fabric, and close your eyes with your ear pressed to his heart.

You look so small and fragile in his arms. He glances at the miserable man in his gilded throne. If you hadn’t already killed him, he would have delighted in torturing him the same way they’d done to you.

The hallway feels shorter as he carries you out of the building. His Evol lashes out at anybody that tries to stop him that the twins missed; footmen who flood in from the side doors. The club is devoid of patrons by the time he passes through the door at the end of the hall. Dancers panic as they hold each other, free from the same power that controlled you minutes prior. Luke holds open the front door. Kieran holds open the rear passenger side door. The car pulls away from the curb minutes before police arrive.

-

You wake up in agony.

Your shoulder blades are the worst. Excruciating pain pulses into your muscles from the injuries left behind from the alligator clamps that pumped electricity into your body. You’re laying on your stomach to avoid making it worse. It doesn’t feel like it can get worse.

You force yourself up onto your hands and knees, your body screaming at you to get away. You can’t see where you are through silent tears that plop on the pillow you were just using.

“Kitten,” Sylus quietly calls out. You recognize his hands on your sides as he gently lowers you back down to your stomach. You sob into the pillow. “Stay still. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You clutch at the covers and pillows until your knuckles are white. A bandage is wrapped around your hand. Blood begins to seep through it.

The bed dips beside you when he gets back. Cool cloths are draped over your back, tamping down the burning temporarily. You sigh with relief. As your fingers relax, Sylus takes your damaged hand and begins unwrapping the stained bandage. His touch is tender, careful not to hurt you further.

“Tell me the next time you intend to settle a debt.” Despite how careful he is to make his voice sound neutral and unbothered, it’s edged with genuine worry and care.

You nod slightly.

With the bandage removed, you can see through your blurry vision the telltale sign of stitches pulling your skin closed along the width of your palm. A couple of them are snapped, but there are still enough in place that fixing it now would bring more pain than necessary. His hands don’t falter as he wraps fresh gauze around the agitated wound.

“I’m sorry…�� You don’t need to look to know his red eyes are trained on your face. You can tell in the way he pauses, freezing for just a moment right before he starts wrapping your hand in a new bandage. “He wasn’t this… powerful before. Back then, it was my own desperation that caused me to stay, not some fucked up Evol.”

He huffs, remembering the messages that led him to you. “How much did you steal from him?”

You shoot him a disapproving look, knowing immediately just how he got that info, but the quirk of your lips betrays your amusement. “I almost emptied the whole account.”

He chuckles as he tapes the bandage in place. You lay your hand back down on the bed. He brushes some tears from your cheek. For you to let your guard down around him so freely, especially after what you went through… “Where else are you hurt?”

“Bumped my head, but it’s not so bad anymore,” you assure him. It wouldn’t be good business to have your prized dancer covered in bruises and welts. The wings of your costume had hid the damage to your back pretty well. Besides, nobody was looking at your back when you sang anyway. Your neck had some bruising from the final confrontation. It would fade with time.

The bed shifts again as he stands up. You can see him disappear into the bathroom out of the corner of your eye. From a window right nearby, a familiar black shape swoops in. Mephisto wastes no time in cuddling up to your cheek, tucking his body by your neck. His beak nips gently at your ear and cheeks while he makes a strange cooing noise.

You smile, closing your eyes and basking in his affections. “Hello, Mephie. I missed you, too.” He clicks his beak and bites the corner of your lips. “I’ll tell you where I go next time, too, okay?” Seeming to approve your promise, he starts preening your hair.

“You’re going to wear your voice out if you keep talking so much,” Sylus teases. He sets a glass of water on the nightstand and sets two pills beside it. They’re not regular over the counter pain meds; these are definitely heavier duty.

You look up at him sadly. He catches your meaning in an instant. You want your voice to run raw, until speaking hurts too much. You’ve spoken so much the last few days against your will, you need to remember how to shut up again, need to remember the pain of talking.

Mephisto complains as Sylus slowly helps you into a sitting position, fluffing up against the pillow as he watches on impatiently. The cloths fall from your back. He sets them aside once he’s sure you won’t fall over. You hold the pills in your mouth as you take a sip of the water, closing your eyes and focusing on swallowing everything without gagging. You drain half of the glass after with a sigh.

He takes the glass and helps you lay back down. The cloths are replaced on your burns.

“You should get some more rest,” he says. Mephisto picks at the fine hairs on the back of your neck, continuing his preening. “It’ll be easier to sleep this off.”

You pat the bed next to you with your good hand, giving him a pointed, questioning look. He leans down and places a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“How could I say no to you?”

You watch as he undresses and puts on something more comfortable to sleep in. You flip your head over when he crawls in beside you. He lays on his side, hand gently tracing your cheek and jaw. He watched the movement. Your hand glides up his arm to put a stop to his restlessness. Crimson eyes meet yours.

You smile. The motion captures his attention. You drag your fingers lightly along his arm, up his shoulder, and to his cheek. His skin prickles everywhere you touch. A red-hot possessiveness wells inside him, desperate for him to be the only person to experience you like this, mixing with fear that he may never know exactly what they used you for before his arrival. And… something softer, full of longing. A desire to keep you safe, to ensure you never have to be afraid with him.

He leans forward with very little coaxing, capturing your mouth like it will redeem him of every sin he’s ever committed. It’s reverent, full of silent worship. Your lips tremble. He cups your cheek as he kisses you again and again and again.

This will never happen again.

You sigh into his mouth, pure relief stealing the tension from your body.

I know.

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Lost and Found ♧| 1.

Leon S. Kennedy x reader (ft. Ashley <3)

A/N: Hi! You have seen correctly, this is part one to my first multi part fic! I don't know how many there will be. I was planning on just two but who knows 👀 part two is already in the works! Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: Lots of swearing bc reader is pissed lmao, canon typical violence, one use of Y/N (I couldn't make it work any other way, I tried)

Word count: 2.5k

Part 1 ♧ Part 2 ♧ Part 3 ♧

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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This has been horrible. Terrible. Catastrophical. A fucking shit show. Whatever you want to call it. The fucking day you've had so far. It started like a normal work day for you, although your normal work day wasn't very normal to other people. You'd been tasked to eliminate a group of dangerous cultists who were running amok in Spain. You didn't actually know where you were, your higher-ups had just dropped you off in the middle of nowhere and left you to figure this out on your own. Which, normally, wasn't a problem for you but normally you wouldn't have been chased by these fucking things.

This Village was dead. At least that's what you thought when you were passing through to get to the actual root of your mission. And suddenly these people or whatever the fuck they were, started crowding you. And fuck, there were so many of them. They just kept coming. Bullet after Bullet after Bullet and some of them were still standing.

And that is how you ended up right here. Sweaty, dirty, covered in blood, thankfully most of it wasn't your own, and almost all out of ammo. You cursed your boss and everyone else in that fucking office. "I'll fucking wring their necks..." you gritted through your teeth, trying to bandage the slash on your forearm.

Some old lady had come at you with a machete and unfortunately you weren't fast enough to put her back in hell so you took the hit. At least you were safe for now. You had taken shelter in an old, rundown barn. Grunting, you pulled the knot on your bandage tight and rested your elbows on your knees. Letting out a frustrated sigh you leaned your head against the old, wooden wall and closed your eyes. You'd just managed to barricade the door with something before a horde of those psychos could get in, and to you.

You checked the mag of your gun. Five bullets. You really hoped the universe was on your side today because otherwise you'd be dead before the day is done. Cocking your gun, you held it in a firm grip. They were screaming and pounding against the unstable barn with whatever they could find. Scythes, machetes, pitchforks. Some were carelessly waving around lit torches. You were starting to lose hope. The searing pain in your arm only getting worse, and there was no way in hell you were getting out of here with just five bullets left. Ready to accept your fate, you slightly loosened the grip on your gun.

Suddenly, The door burst open and someone stormed in, slamming the door shut behind them. The second they had entered you were on one knee, both hands tightly grasping your gun and pointing it at the intruder. The man was breathing heavily, and not seeming to have noticed you just yet. He also seemed pretty normal to you, meaning he wasn't a goddamn zombie. When he spotted you in his peripheral, he immediately pulled his gun, pointing it straight at you. You looked him in the face and- wait, was that-

"Leon?!" You yelled in disbelief, Lowering your gun. "Y/N?" He stared at you with a confused expression. Relief and hope washed over you and your stance softened, shoulders dropping. You had meet him in the police academy and you two became inseparable, he was your best friend. Until the racoon city incident, that is. You never thought you'd see him again. Hell, you didn't even know he was alive until now.

"Oh thank god" you breathed, rushing over to embrace him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him so tightly as if he could vanish any second. Leon relaxed in your grip and snaked his hands around you. He pulled away, staring at you. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He questioned, still in shock at your meeting.  "Work. What about you, Officer Kennedy? Or should I say Agent," You teased, pulling away from the hug. A smile tugged at his lips at your teasing.

How he'd missed you. He'd missed your laugh, your eyes, the way you managed to be so kind and caring yet one of the strongest and most resilient people he knew. A part of him was missing without you. You filled the void left by everyone else who had left or disappointed him. Racoon city fucked him over in so many ways and he finally had you back.

You'd slipped from his grasp in the mere blink of an eye back then. Leon wanted, needed, to go back and get you, but they restrained him, holding him with all their strength. 'she's not worth it' they said. But you were so worth it to him, more than you would ever know. All he could do was watch as the burning building you were still in collapsed and buried everything in it in ruble and dirt, leaving you alone in the sea of gone-crazy residents.

He didn't believe you were dead for one second. You were too stubborn and resilient to get taken down by a couple of undead bastards. At least that's what he told himself. He didn't want to believe you were dead. You couldn't be.

"Me too. Those cult assholes took President Graham's daughter," he breathed out, still a little overwhelmed from finding you here and those things still trying to break the door down. Your eyes widened in shock. "Shit. So.. um.. when did you decide to become an agent for the government?" You asked casually. It's not like there were literal zombies trying to burn your shelter to the ground. You were surprised at yourself for not losing your absolute shit right now. Leon just has such a stable and calm aura about him. Ironic, isn't it? He slightly shrugged his shoulders. "Figured it was the right path to go down." He responded. You nodded in acknowledgment and crossed your arms across your chest. It was followed by a somewhat awkward silence, both of you just looking around the barn, avoiding eye contact.

His eyes panned down to your wrapped arm, blood seeping through the bandage. "Shit. Are you okay? What happened?" He asked concerned, gently taking your arm and examining it. "Some old lady with a machete. She got me while I was reloading" You sighed, hissing slightly when Leon brushed his fingertips over your forearm. He mummbled out a quick apology before reaching for a roll of fresh bandages that was stashed in the many pockets on his pants. "How's the pain?" He questioned softly. You thought for a second before answering. "You ever got hit with a machete? Kinda like that" Leon shook his head at you, but you caught the small smiling that cracked on his face.

"I have some first aid spray. That'll help with the pain" he said, shaking the white can before applying it generously to your wound. Your shoulders slacked in relief, the numbing agents in the spray easing your pain. You sighed, the burning in your skin fading. "There we go," Leon mumbled, finishing the fresh bandage on your arm. It was neat and so much better than what you had done in a hurry. "Thank you. I really fucking missed you.." you whispered, not wanting his touch to fade. "Missed you too.." he responded, taking both of your hands in his and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You were broken out of your moment with Leon by the loud noise of wood splitting. Your heads snapped towards the barn door where wood chips were flying. One of the locals had found an axe and was hacking away at the door. Leon immediately readied his gun and mercilessly shot at the arm that was reaching in through the hole in the door.

"D'you have some more ammo? I'm all out" You asked loudly, so he'd hear you over the shots he fired. You had your hand on your knife. You were slicing your way out of this if you had to. One thing was clear; you weren't going down without a fight. Without losing focus, he grabbed a pack of handgun ammo from his belt and tossed it your way. Catching it, you reloaded your gun and adjusted your grip to pump these fuckers full of lead. You positioned yourself next to Leon. "What's the plan?" You questioned, raising your weapon. He gave you a quick glance. "Don't die." He answered as he kicked the door open.

You had rescued Ashley from the church and thought that was it. The chopper would be here any minute to fly all of you out of this shithole and you could catch up with Leon over a few too many drinks. You longed to talk to him again, like you used to. At a bar, getting shitfaced, talking about whatever crap came to mind. Annoying colleagues, taxes, funny patrol stories. Let someone else handle the cult shit, you know? You were already pissed at them for not briefing you enough or failing to mention the zombies involved and basically leaving you for dead. But no. The weather was too bad, they said. You'll have to make it there until it clears up, they said. Fuck all of them.

Wandering around this really weird part of Spain with Leon and Ashley was what brought you here. In a Castle. And boy do you had to fucking fight to even get in. But here you were, looking around the grand marble hall, intricately decorated with swirls, all sorts of patterns and statues of half naked women. A big crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling and artfully crafted sconces adorned the walls.

You quickly scanned the room and spotted a small chest hidden away in a dark nook. "Treasure!" You whispered to yourself, rubbing your hands together excitedly as you made your way to the prize. "Really?" Leon asked, slightly annoyed. "What? I love shiny things. I'm a simple gal, Leon. Don't you know that diamonds are a girl's best friend?" You smirked at him. He just rolled his eyes at you with a small smile. "So you haven't changed, huh?" He questioned with a sly grin on his face. "Nope" you responded with a quick glance and a smirk. "Good.." he whispered to himself.

Leon continued to look around, making sure there was no one around. Ashley giggled at your teasing and went over to you to check out any potential shinies you'd find. Prying open the small chest you were rewarded for the first time today. "Jackpot!" you whispered to yourself. "Oooooh I wanna see!" Ashley urged, pulling the box closer to her. The chest was small but if was still filled to the brim with golden jewelry, chalices and small sculptures.

"I call dips on the crown!" You beamed, taking the golden headpiece and quickly storing it away. That peeked Leon's interest. "What the hell do you need a crown for?" He questioned, puzzled. "To wear, duh" you rolled your eyes at him. Who doesn't need a crown?

"Look at this necklace! It's gorgeous" Ashley exclaimed, shoving it in your face. Your eyes widened at the ornate necklace. It really was gorgeous. Who ever lived here had to be loaded. Leon just shook his head at the two of you. First zombies and now he was stuck with two magpies.

That's where the fun ended and a plethora of things happened and everything went to shit. again. The three of you had wandered into some kind of Throne room and we're welcomed by this tiny man. What was his name again? Ronald? Rowan? Eh, something like that. You were caught off guard by his whole being and couldn't stiffle the laugh that escaped your lips, which earned you an elbow to the ribs from Leon and a panicked look from Ashley. Let's just say Mr. Tiny man didn't appreciate your gesture. Now you were here, in a dark cellar, chained to the wall with Leon by your side. They had taken Ashley away to some Saddler guy.

"You really couldn't have saved that laugh for later?" Leon asked, frustrated. You eyed him. "I was thrown off by him, okay! I didn't expect this grandiose Castle to belong to a 65 year old in a kids' body with a dusty wig! Don't tell me you didn't find his act at least a little funny." You answered defensively. Yes, the fact that you laughed at him had greatly inconvenienced the two of you, but the look on his face made it kind of worth it. "I didn't say that-"

"I knew it! You haven't changed, Leon." you smiled at him teasingly. Leon shook his head at you but couldn't hide the smile that made its way onto his face.

Eventually, Leon broke both of you out and you went to get Ashley back. Which you did. Only for her to be taken again 5 minutes later. You got her back. She got taken. Again. That went on for a while. It was infuriating how they treated her like property. The poor girl was scared out of her mind and they were dragging her around like some kind of doll.  It was starting to annoy you, that they kept taking her that is. Leon shared your feelings on the matter. Eventually, you did manage to keep her from being taken. Then, you fought Tiny man which was way harder and grosser than expected.

You also got trapped in a research facility with some extremely jiggly dudes, met a Spanish guy named Luis, who kept popping up in random places on your journey and you were almost minced  to death by some guy named Krauser. There was also a chick named Ada that showed up briefly but all she did was flirt with Leon? That's not the entire truth, she did help you out but something was just off.

Her whole presence annoyed the living crap out of you, not to mention she made you sit in the backseat when she was taking both of you to a weird Island. You weren't a child anymore, yes, there were only two seats in the front but that's not the point-  the point was how a feeling of jealousy bubbled up in your stomach when she talked to Leon. How the way she looked at him made you want to rip your hair out.

Now you were sitting here, in the Helicopter, Ashley on one side, Leon on the other. You were holding both of their hands tightly. You didn't want to lose them again. "So.. that was shit.." you said quietly. "You said it" Leon added. "NEVER again" Ashley, spoke. You were so glad it was over and everyone was save. You were battered and bruised, filthy and injured but you had gotten your best friend back and won a new one. You leaned your head on Leon's shoulder and gave Ashleys hand a squeeze.

He maneuvered his head to look at you, giving you a small smile. "Drinks?" He asked with a smirk. "Drinks" you sighed with a smile. "What about you, Ash?" You asked, turning your head to look at her.  "I honestly just want to take a nap" she replied, giggling. You all broke out in some much needed laughter and urgingly waited to get home. When you were close to home, it dawned on you. You weren't alone anymore.

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Part two coming soon!~

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Mine. - Jeremy Swayman

Summary: Jeremy comes over to beg for your forgiveness, and things quickly take a turn... but not for the worst.

Word count: 3.3k (its short ik im sorry)

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, bad writing??? idk this is porn OKAY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. pls dont read if you're under 18 thank u!!

Note: i wrote this awhile ago for goalie week and then a bunch of stuff happened and i kept forgetting to post it bc i started my first full time job a month ago and its kicking my BUTT. anyways thanks for reading :)

You could hear your phone going off from across the room. It was Friday night and the end of a very long work week. Your boss was driving you up the wall and your personal life didn’t seem to be going much better. Your friends were good, you just didn’t get to see them as often as you wanted due to just being adults and everyone having their own full time jobs. 

The one person who was supposed to make your life easier, better even, was the one currently blowing up your phone. You knew exactly who it was, but he deserved to sit there and stew for a while. But as you looked around your apartment while trying to decide what show to numb your mind with, you noticed things of his strewn everywhere. You didn’t live together, not yet anyway, but based on the amount of things you had at each others’ places, you may as well have. 

Your work involved working with many different clients, and making their dreams come true. You were a travel agent, and your boss didn't exactly adhere to the typical 9-5 schedule like a normal job. If you were awake, she expected you to be able to take care of the problem. 

You had already decided long ago that men didn’t always think with their brains. Jeremy was jealous, but of what you had no idea. Did you have a lot of clients who were men who wanted to surprise the lady in their lives? Yes. Did those scumbags also try and make a move on you sometimes? Also yes. But you were a professional, and always conducted yourself as such. As much as you wanted to, it wasn’t your job to fix someone else’s insecurities. You could tell Jeremy that he didn’t need to be jealous until you were blue in the face, but you didn’t know when he was going to get it. You weren’t broken up, but you’d told him you needed a minute for him to calm down. It had been a few days at that point, and you couldn’t deny you were also getting antsy. He may be a stupid guy sometimes, but he was yours.

After what had to be the millionth time of your phone going off with a DING of a text, you made yourself get up off the couch. The last message you had read:

Sway❤️: I know I’m stupid. I need you to know I’m sorry. Can I see you, please? 

After the stressful week you’d had, you wanted nothing more than to feel his familiar warmth around you. The moment he was near you it was like the noise around you calmed down to its lowest level. 

Y/N: I’m at home, you know where to find me. 

Sway❤️: I’m on my way, be there in 20. I love you. 

The next twenty minutes were going to kill you. Your apartment was already cleaned, because you liked to clean when you got anxious as mess only made you more anxious. Your doorman would recognize Jeremy and send him up when he arrived, so you didn’t need to even get up to let him in. He had his key, he knew exactly where to find you. 

After an eternity, at least what felt like one, you heard the familiar sound of a key in the lock. He quietly took off his shoes by the door, and locked it behind him. 

“Babe?” He called out, already walking toward the living room where you sat. 

“I’m in here!” You called back. Relief washed over you when you saw him, but you didn’t get up and go to him. He had to earn you back the way you deserved. 

“Where should I start?” He asked, sitting down in a chair only a few feet away from you. 

“How about how you shouldn’t act jealous of my stupid clients? Or any man that I’m ever with that isn’t you? Do you really think I’m that crappy of a person that I would EVER cheat on you?”

“I know I shouldn’t, I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t do that because you’re the best person I’ve ever known, but-“

“BUT WHAT JEREMY?” You screamed, and you know it came out louder and meaner than you wanted it to. He recoiled a little bit but didn’t lose his energy. 

“I’m stupid. I’m a stupid guy, who knows you are way out of my league. It sounds like a dumb excuse, but I’m so scared of losing you. I want you, I want to love you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. But you’ve seen the league, you’ve seen what this life can do to relationships and what it turns people into. I don’t want anything bad to happen to us. I know this isn’t the life you signed on for. I think about you being at home alone and I hate it.” He looked defeated and like he meant every word he’d said. 

“You can’t lose something you already have.” You wanted to close the space between you so badly. 

“You still want to be with me?” You got up and walked to the kitchen as he asked, putting away the wine you’d gotten out so it wouldn’t spoil. He followed closely, less than a few steps away. One giant step and he’d be able to close that space. 

“I wouldn’t have told you to come if I didn’t. You just needed to listen, and you weren’t hearing me. You don’t have to be jealous of anyone, that isn’t who I am.”

“I hear you loud and clear now. And I’m not jealous, you’re just mine.” The tone in his voice shifted to another one you recognized. 

“I’m yours huh?” You said it like you were challenging him because it sounded like he thought he already won. He should be fighting for you and showing you what that means. 

“Do you need a reminder?” He closed the space, so his forehead rested against yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face, breathing in time with you. Without warning, you pressed your lips against his with a new hunger behind you. You’d missed this heat between you, the raw need to have each other right in that moment. 

His hands explored your body, finding their way to your ass and lifting you up onto the counter. It was cold against your legs, the shorts you had on weren’t very long and you felt every inch of cold countertop but you didn’t care. His lips left yours with a moan and began making their way down your neck. You could feel how wet you were already getting, responding to his touch so quickly. You reached for the hem of his shirt and motioned for him to take it off. He complied in earnest, his mouth immediately returning to you.

Lifting your shirt up and over your head, your breasts became exposed for him to devour. He licked around your nipple, biting it and chasing you to arch off the counter while letting out a scream. Your nails were digging into every spot on him that he could reach. Momentarily he kissed your mouth again, bringing his still covered cock against your center. You could feel it hard against you, the friction only giving you the slightest relief. 

“Please daddy, please I need-“ You tried not to beg but the torture was killing you. 

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you exactly what you want. Tell daddy who you belong to princess.” He whispered in your ear, continuing to kiss around your neck in the spot he knew you liked. 

“YOURS. I’M YOURS!” You needed relief or you were going to go insane. 

“Now was that so hard baby?” He asked. You didn’t even have the time or energy to reply as he pulled off your shorts in one big motion. 

“No underwear? Even better.” You attempted to push his head toward your swollen clit, but he wouldn’t go faster than he wanted to. He kissed and bit your thighs, leaving marks where he knew no one could see. You’d have those marks there for weeks. Each kiss he got closer until you finally felt his tongue brush against your clit. You shivered as he began to devour you, your thighs clenching around his head not wanting him to escape.

He pulled back but only for a moment, instructing you to lick the fingers he was putting in front of your face. You did as he asked, and he resumed going after your pussy. In a new move, he inserted his fingers into you as he continued eating. His tongue was licking in time with his fingers as they pumped in and out of you. He was hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Holy shit don’t stop, don’t stop PLEASE.” You were writhing on top of the counter as he struggled to hold you in place. He knew you were so close to your high, edging you just along that fine line. You’re burning up and he knows it. His other hand reaches up and pinches your nipple before grabbing onto your breasts like they were his lifeline. 

You cursed him silently for having hair you couldn’t grab onto, but you pressed his head as if it could go further into you. His tongue quickened its pace, matching his fingers. You could feel your orgasm building and it was right there, all you needed to do was let go. 

“Let go baby girl, cum on my face for me..” He whispered against your clit,  and what came out of yours was a series of expletives that you didn’t care to understand. He could taste everything you were giving him, not stopping as you started to come down. Every nerve ending was on overdrive and he held you down against the counter. The wave of your orgasm rolled over you, your heart pounding in your chest. He didn’t let a single drop of you miss his mouth, and you saw his smile looking up at you as you tried to catch your breath. 

He stood up without breaking eye contact, and undid his own pants. He made sure all remaining clothes of yours were off, nibbling on your ears and down your neck as he did so. In a move of complete trust, he picked you up off of the counter and carried you down to where he knew your room was. His lips found yours again and suddenly your lungs were struggling for air but you didn’t care. Your arms were hooked around his neck as he walked, kissing him like your life depended on it. 

Setting you down on the bed, he laid you down on your back, and stood back to marvel at the sight of you. 

“You look… “ his brain was struggling to find the right word, “fucking stunning.” 

“And you have too many clothes on… sir.” You put yourself up on your elbows, looking down at his boxers that for some reason, had remained on. You didn’t need to let him finish what he was going to say, you needed him to do something more than speak. 

“Sir?” He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you. 

“Did you like that?”  You knew he did but it was your way of teasing. His mouth was on yours before you could process his next movements, placing one hand to your side to balance himself and the other knotted in your hair, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him when he pulled apart. You didn’t even realize that his boxers were already off, as you felt his cock brush against your leg and pussy. 

His hand left your hair and explored your leg, getting closer to its destination. His face was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face and his fingers glided over your folds, but so lightly it sent a shiver up your spine. You could hardly catch your breath but you were dying for him to touch you, to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name. You wanted him to hear you. His hand remained on your pussy, his fingers becoming soaked.

“So fucking wet for me baby.. did you miss me?” He quickened his fingers and began pumping them inside you. The feeling of his fingers wasn’t enough, you needed more and a whine-like moan escaped you. You whispered a response to him, and it spurred him on. 

“Please Jeremy please, please I need you inside me..” 

“That’s not my fucking name, not in here. In here I own you, isn't that right princess? Do you want me to be gentle?” You nod no, but that isn’t enough for him.

“Use your words princess.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“Don’t be gentle!” You tried pushing his head towards your core again, but he remained looking at you with his fingers teasing you. He added another, stretching you from the inside. You gasped and scratched your nails up his back. 

You gasp again, as you feel him part you with two fingers and put his tongue against you again. He wasn’t done tasting you yet.

“Please baby, I need your cock. Please!” Your mouth couldn’t move fast enough and you didn’t even care that he had reduced you to a begging mess beneath him. Your hips wanted to grind, needing more friction. You could feel your release building again as he sucks on your clit. It was right there, you could feel it as you clawed at your sheets trying to grab onto something but there was nothing. 

Your legs spasmed around his head as your release flooded over you and he ate you once again. 

“So fucking wet for me, you’re so stunning baby girl.” He kissed his way up your body and aligned himself with your entrance. He isn’t gentle as he slams into you as he kisses your mouth like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. 

You’re left begging for air as his head drops down, ducking your nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh god, oh fuck..” you cry out as he wasn’t holding back. He slammed into you over and over, bringing his hand up to find your clit. As he fucked you he was playing with your clit again, causing your wetness to pool onto the bed. Every single nerve you had was on fire, and only he could put it out. 

“Tell me you need it, tell me how bad you want you want my cum.” The hand not on your clit slowly moves up your body to the bottom of your throat and locking his hand around it. Not putting too much pressure, but enough to lightly choke you. Both of your hands gripped his arm as  you felt his cock filling you and his thighs slapping against yours. His speed was increasing and so was the hunger in his eyes. 

“Oh fuck, fuck daddy please I need your cum I need you so bad..!” 

“You are mine, your orgasms are mine, everything about you is mine.” Without warning he withdrew from you, earning a desperate moan. Quickly he flipped you over into your stomach, pulling your hips back so you were on your hands and knees facing away from him with your ass in the air waving him in like an invitation. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He whispers into your ear from behind you. He places kisses on the spot in your neck he knows drives you crazy, running his cock along your folds at the same time. He pushes into you again and holds back nothing. Jeremy grips both of your hips with his hands and brings your hips back to meet each one of his thrusts. The sound of his thighs hitting your ass echoes throughout the room, reaching spots inside you that you didn’t know he could. 

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed into the bed as he fucked into you. 

“So fucking tight princess, this pussy was made for me.” His nails scratch down your back eliciting a loud string of moans. His thrusts become more erratic and he brings his hand up, then down to smack your ass as hard as he could. The scream you made encouraged him more, and you could feel a third orgasm building.

“Fuck daddy, please I’m right there I need to cum daddy please..” You didn’t know how he had gotten that many out of you, but you could already tell he was determined for more. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock..” He brought his hand around as he leaned into you to tease your clit some more. You were right there, you pushed back to meet his thrusts to get yourself over the hill and the relief washed over you. You moaned out his name, begging for him to fuck you harder and faster. 

He loved seeing his length go in and out of you, taking all of him so well. Spreading your legs to give him a better angle, his cock continued hitting that spot inside you. He slaps your ass again, and again. You cry out, knowing his release was close behind. His hands wrap in your hair and pull you back, making you arch towards him. 

“Fuck yes baby, you like it when I fuck you like this? You ready for my cum?” He chases his release just as badly as you want it from him, feeling him trying to reach his high. You nodded in response to him, not being able to form any more words. The only sounds coming from you were moans of encouragement, it felt like you could be on cloud nine. 

“FUCK!” He screamed as he pulled almost all the way out, slamming back in and releasing his load into you. Jeremy almost collapsed onto you, but he brought you into his arms as he pulled out of you as his cum slowly leaked back out. You knew he thought it was the hottest thing ever. Both trying to catch your breath and come back down to earth, he pulled you in once you laid down so that you were on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat going a million miles a minute inside his chest, but it brought you a sense of calm. Your person was back where he belonged, he had finally heard you. 

“I love you.” He finally spoke but he still sounded out of breath.

“I love you too.”

“No, you don’t understand. I love you, I really love you. THIS is what I want. This body, your perfect fucking curves. Every minute of every hour of every day, I want you. Not just your body, I want all of you. I’m sorry I was so stupid. I can’t promise you that I won’t make stupid choices sometimes, but I can promise to be better for you every day.”

“Jer-“ You attempted to stop him, you knew he was it too. 

“Please let me finish. I want to make you feel good, I want to be the person you want to come home to every day, I want to be the person who pushes you to be the best version of yourself and make you feel like the queen of the world. You’re it for me, there is no one else. I’ve spent my whole life doubting myself and chasing this dream I couldn’t even describe. But I can see it so clearly now, and I know that dream is you. And I want to be able to have forever with you, if you’ll have me.” You took a moment to absorb his words. 

“You have to make me a promise okay?” His eyes gleamed at you, like you were holding up the moon just for him. 

“Anything, you name it.”

“Promise me forever. There is no past anymore, there is only us and the future we make together. I want us to help each other be better. Okay?”

“Okay. How about we start forever now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[magicaltickles]

See bc I originally wasn't planning on this howmstever, a certain two individuals convinced me of others SO love and deepspace tickle hcs enjoy 🥰

Dorks all of them (including mc) <3 okay hcs now promise

🪶 Sylus 🪶

- doesn't admit he's ticklish. will never admit he's ticklish. that being said-

- since he has some scars n stuffs from his ahem 'accidents', he's come to learn that they are actually very sensitive to light touches. at first didn't mind when you crawled into his lap to trace the lines and dots left from his tussles, but then your beautifully soft hands touched his skin and his life flashed before his eyes as he found himself having to suppress his reactions

- speaking of reactions, it takes a lot to get much out him. he's supposed to be the big scary boss, a few tickles can't be enough to take him down. his laugh is more like a deep chuckle and soft snickers

- you had to recruit Luke and Kieran once to lure Sylus into a tough spot and then you took charge to wreck him. he only forgave you after you kept your word on a promise to wash dishes for the next two weeks (he told the chef to take two weeks off and cooked for you as much as he could <3)

- ruthless ler most times. loves to chase you around the house, following you into rooms and under beds to wreck your shit

- sometimes he's soft tho, like when you're in bed. since he's a night owl and you aren't, he'll sometimes give you soft tickles to get you to sleep instead of staying up with him. will take that time to shower you in praise. his pretty crow<3

👾 Xavier 👾

- space man, hasn't been tickled in so long bc of his circumstances nor tickled anyone else. he almost forgot it was a thing, had he not seen others do it

- he's pretty ticklish himself, and has no trouble admitting it. he'll indulge in a tickle fight every so often with you if he's up to it

- most often tickles you when you guys are sparring. he'll make it his mission to pin you down and tickle you until you say he wins

- and if you manage to pin him first? expect him to squeeze your sides and thighs until he can flip you two over and give you the tickling you deserve<3

- he does it a lot as a way to cheer you up and get you to rest after fighting wanderers

- he wants his favorite person happy and relaxed as much as he can help it and is so super sweet about it

🐟 Rafayel 🐟

- is canonically the most ticklish one out of the gang. we even tease his about it a bit and it's absolutely adorable

- has canonically ticklish palms which makes my brain go brr bc he's an artist with ticklish palms and sometimes he won't think before absentmindedly running a brush over his palms for various reasons and tickling himself bc of it and LET ME GET MY HANDS ON THIS MAN PLS PLS PLS

- rafa is so playful and cute pls. constant tickle fights for any and all reasons

- bratty? tickles. won't look at his paintings? tickles. late to a meet up? tickles. forgot to call/text him back? tickles.

- and it goes both ways too, you can find any and all reasons to wreck his ass

- tbh, he's the love interest I can imagine being in the community if ykyk. he'd be a ler-leaning switch with big lee moods when he gets them. other than that, he's a big, playful tickle monster

- omg omg cute idea came to head he'd have you sit and tell you to start painting and then stand behind you and tickle you the whole time until you're both covered in paint and the canvas is filled with random lines and swirls bc it's all you could get down and fuhdhdnsn GOD THIS FISH MAN

- he makes the switch mood go dudhudbdushdn

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- baby zayne, the doctor of all doctor's stOP SACRIFICING YOURSELF TO SAVE US TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLS I LOVE YOU

- he's a heart doctor but that won't stop him from giving you, his favorite patient, an examination. which includes *that* part where he lightly presses on your tummy. he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about

- cold hands syndrome. ends up tickling you slightly anytime he touches you as a result, or at least makes you jump

- he finds it amusing, loving to pretend he has no idea why you jump or squeak.

- loves to tease you for it tho, he'll lean in and whisper how cute you are and stuff

- will fluster you with his words ages before even laying a hand on you. zayne has an extensive vocabulary, and uses it well

- counts anything he can possibly count, using the excuse that he has to as your primary care physician

- this one isn't tickle themed, but I love the idea of him making it snow for you any and everywhere just bc he knows it makes you smile

[flamerunn3r]

Sorry this is unfinished but I need to post these now just bc idfk when i'm gonna actually finish the rest realistically. Idk it will happen eventually. For now heres the great p5u ramblings post detailing my thoughts designs

This is my own personal interpretations but is also somewhat speculative in nature. I'm mostly trying to deal in already established characterizations and epilogue set ups but there might be stuff I've missed or forgotten (i also haven't played dancing yet sorry if there's something in there I hadn't accounted for). This is kind of like if I took the creative reigns on the story where I'd continue for it. Only the investigation team for now (and 2 boss characters I have an idea for) but maybe I'll do the shadow ops at some point. Only 4 characters for now but I'll reblog with additions when I finish the rest or if I edit any of these

Yu Narukami

He's currently attending school as a journalism student in the city or just starting out as one. Enthusiastic about his field but still tries to find the time to keep up with his friends and visit Inaba on his holidays. I felt journalism made alot of sense for him with the themes of persona 4. I liked the sport jacket and turtleneck but wanted soemthing different so the scarf was chosen to keep the same kind of silhouette. I made the collar on the winter coat large and I feel like Narukami's large uniform collar is a key part of his design. and I wanted to call back to that in his casual outfit. The summer outfit I mostly kept close to his summer outfit from p4. I'm kind of unsure on it though I might come back to it. I mostly wanted to keep his outfits smart and simple. For his meta verse outfit I really wanted to go all out with the bancho (kingpin) stuff and other delinquent tropes. I lengthened the uniform coat a little because I wanted it to look like a tokko-fuku. Alot of smaller detail inspiration was taken from Izanagi. The lenses in the mask are supposed to mimic glasses. I'd imagine he'd take off the mask the same way he throws off his glasses in myriad truths.

Teddie

I can't imagine him leaving Inaba and the TV world behind. Still staying in town and working largely the same job. He's got his own place now albeit small (still a step up from the closet though). At some point the IT asked Mitsuru to pull some strings so he actually has a legal personhood now. The animal hoodie is something that came to me spontaneously but I knew I needed to include it. I really that his normal outfit in 4 keeps the white and red of the bear costume in the outfit so I tried to keep the colour scheme here too. Most of his later outfits are less flashy and more casual so I tried to continue that trend. I didn't want to lose the rose from the corsage completely so I included a rose pattern in the second shirt. Alot of his outfits feature light blue so I wanted that in at least one outfit. I considered making the hoodie light blue initially. I don't think he'd have a metaverse outfit he'd just use the bear costume.

Naoto Shirogane

I'm under the assumption Naoto is still presenting masculinely to the general public as of p5 but I may be mistaken in this. If I'm wrong I'd still probably largely keep the outfits similar to this. Naoto's still working as a detective and I don't think that's ever really going to change. One thing that a hypothetical p5u would have to address is what Naoto and the shadow ops would have been doing during the events of persona 5 and I unfortunately do not have any ideas for what that would be at the moment.

I feel alot of the appeal of Naoto's design is the kind of boy detective fashion. I went at this design with the intention of kind of refining that into something a little more adult while still keeping in a similar vein. I did have to ditch the pageboy hat unfortunately as I felt it made them look too young. These outfits were kind of design as pseudo work clothes which is why I tried to make them a bit more formal then the other characters. Something I consider notable about Naoto's design but deliberately avoided here was the rolled up pant legs. It's very obvious in 4 it's done because Naoto is short but I feel like Naoto would start getting that either custom made or tailored to fit. I was initially going to forgo the blazer on the summer outfit but the design felt empty without it. Naoto having a noir detective themed metaverse outfit is an idea I'd had for years but I tried to incorporate design elements that were princely. I alot of the inspiration was from Sam Spade specifically. Deliberately made similarities to Akechi's white crow design. The band around the hat is supposed to invoke the similar one on the old page boy hat.

Yukiko Amagi

Still working at her families in but is taking online courses during the off seasons. She's mostly happy where she is but is keeping her options open. Occasionally makes visits to other ryokans out of town for ideas for her families own inn, as well as an opportunity to for her to sight see.

The headband was included in her design in p4 as a like retro design thing but I find it too important of a marker of her design to remove it. I understand the why they went with the hairstyle they did for her golden epilogue but I feel it just ends up making her look way older then she is. I thought her having her hair up would be a nice change since she does it so rarely and settled on a ponytail. Tried changing the bangs but the ones she already had just felt right. I wanted her clothes to carry this kind of air of sophistication so I tried to keep them relatively simple and sleek. She's wearing pants in the winter outfit but I chose the longer coat to keep a similar skirt silhouette. The choker was largely inspired by the scarf she has in her winter outfit. Despite being a different colour the cardigan was also chosen to tie back somewhat to the sweater she wears with her school uniform.

In some side material it's mentioned that Yukiko has an interest in western fashion and aesthetics (part of what made the castle manifest the way it did) and I wanted to lean on that in some way for her metaverse design. I ended up going with a masquerade ball theme. I tried to keep the dress to something simple and easy to move in. The gloves and boots take inspiration from her persona in terms of design and size. I wanted to incorporate elements from her work kimono as well hence the ribbon around the torso and flower patterning. Probably the most unsure of this one of the metaverse designs so far. Especially the colours (considered making the reds pinks initially). Might revisit this one.

Ok that's all I have for now I'll probably do Rise's next 👍👍👍

[mrschwartz]

i'm gonna give you guys the story of my life these past couple of months and i need your advice

from the beginning of 2022 to the end of 2023 i worked in a bilingual kindergarten, let's call this school ABC, as a teacher's assistent and i loved it. it was close to my house and i loved the kids and my co-workers SO much, but the pay was an absolute joke and i worked 10 hours a day which made me miserable. (one detail from this school: they changed management in mid-2023 and the new bosses were super conservative and everyone hated their guts; a lot of people were fired or quit, including a coordinator's assistant, let's call her pam, and a teacher, let's call her beth, who went to work together in another school. let's call this school DEF. pam became a coordinator there and beth stayed a teacher)

then i quit bc i needed time to finish my graduation paper and i wanted something a little better salary-wise and with less working hours. my friend from college, let's call her mary, used to work at a school (let's call this school GHI) and they went looking for her for a teaching job, but she couldn't make it work with her schedule, so she recommended me. this was mid-december of last year. i did a cover letter, went through 3 interviews, the whole shabang. they made it seem like the job was mine so i held off sending more cvs around

okay all right. new years arrive. i still don't hear anything from them so i reach out and turns out they had chosen somebody else and didn't even bother letting me know 🤡 so i had just graduated and was unemployed, completely miserable. i started sending my resumé to some schools not hearing back from any, until beth (remember? from up there) sends me a message telling me her school, DEF, needs a teacher. i say i'm interested and pam, who already knew me from ABC, basically instantly hires me

i've been there for almost a month now, and it's been cute. my comute is 1 hour but easy and pleasant and my shift is 4,5 hours which is a blessing and fair i think for my salary being basically the same as it was on ABC. i have only 2 students and they're sweet and i'm working with my friends who i already know

when. a few days ago GHI contacts me to let me know they're interested in me for the position i had not gotten before. and i. want to die now knowing what to do. the salary is Great but GHI is a little farther away than DEF (1h20min comute, which includes bus, which i hate) and i'd have more students (more responsibility) PLUS+++ i'd have to quit DEF, where i've only been for less than a month, and i'd have to do it to my friend pam, who was relying on me for this entire year, let alone leave my students behind

i'm quaking and crying like what do i dooo

[fruitytrollroll]

Hello! I’ve been advised to ask you about how you would plan to write the sequel “yet i do fear thy nature.” How would you say you would go about it? - void

omg hiii hello :) @mouseyblue-ao3 and i looove collaborating on writing (see our robo scarab collection including our latest scorbo rp, our spades slick/bec noir fic, etc)! i've had the privilege of beta-ing for them several times, and they've been kind enough to make several unofficial sequels listed as "inspired by" some of my work... but I think this is the first time I'm writing a proper sequel for something of theirs?? so i'm SUPER EXCITED!!! 🤩✨

SO!!

My initial thought, when yet i do fear thy nature was still in the planning stages, was that I could have Orbo let Scarab stay at his home as a kind of witness protection situation, with Orbo somehow getting permission from the Boss to have his home taken "off-the-grid", so to speak--that way it would be unable to be monitored from the Time Room, and Scarab didn't have to worry about Prismo spying on him all the time after escaping his clutches. 🥺

Then, Orbo could give Scarab his own room, while telling Scarab he could "do whatever he wanted" to Orbo as revenge... resulting in some pretty spicy reclamation of agency on Scarab's part with Orbo as his willing victim~ 😊💞

But in that situation, I had imagined Orbo only as Scarab's rescuer with a long-time crush on him... So when mousey finally wrote it out, and they made Orbo not only haplessly complicit in Scarab's rape, but a fellow perpetrator, that added some interesting complications...! Most crucially, it hadn't occurred to me that Orbo might have a mancrush on Prismo--but not only did mousey make a compelling argument for that being the underpinning motivation behind Orbo saying "Prismo? Nah, that guy's cool. He wouldn't do that! <:)" they went and made it a PIVOTAL ELEMENT OF ORBO'S SUSCEPTIBILITY TO PEER PRESSURE IN THE ORIGINAL WORK!

so I'm just sitting here thinking, like... okay... I can't NOT address the Prismo thing, right...?!??!

So maybe Orbo has always been crushing on Scarab AND Prismo (this heightens the tragedy of Orbo believing he was getting everything he wanted from Prismo's deceit in yet i do fear thy nature 🥲)... Let's say his crush on Prismo was absolutely obsessive. I'm talking fanboy levels of maladaptive, parasocial admiration. MAYBE Orbo asked for his home to be taken off the grid a long time ago, citing reasons of "privacy"... I mean, it's one thing for Prismo to be a cosmic voyeur of all mortalkind in every dimension, but it's another thing to have to go to work with a guy who might have been watching you sleep or shower or masturbate while calling his name, right? Nothing unusual with Orbo wanting to keep his work and home lives separate!

But maybe with the added security of knowing his home is truly beyond Prismo's sight, he was able to feel more comfortable indulging that crush with somethingl ike, a room full of custom Prismo merchandise... painted the same sunshine yellow as the Time Room, Prismo area rug, Prismo body pillow, Prismo-themed bedspread. Obviously after rescuing Scarab he has to toss it all... But maybe Scarab catches him in the act and demands to know what he's doing with all this garbage. Orbo is mortified, bites his lip and scuffs his heel on the carpet, but he swears he's trashing it... Never meet your heroes, haha...! But y'know. Maybe Scarab snatches the gigantic Prismo plush/body pillow and takes it back to his room and locks the door... Orbo feels a little culpable for handing over such a patently maladaptive coping mechanism, but well... if anyone needs a safe stand-in for Prismo to cope with his unwilling desire and lingering trauma, it's Scarab, right? 🥺

So basically it's Orbo and Scarab living in the most fraught domestic bliss known to man (I love crippling Orbo with guilt 😇), while Orbo tries to respect Scarab's boundaries (and fails half the time bc he wants him so bad), while Scarab copes with his NEWLY ACTIVATED LIBIDO and having PRECIOUS FEW OUTLETS (he doesn't even know how to masturbate 😭) (but then, Orbo is right there...)

so like the highlight of all this and the part that's living in my brain rent free rn is the thought of Orbo knocking on Scarab's door and telling him to come down for dinner or sth, and when Scarab doesn't answer he opens the door and sees him riding the giant Prismo plush... 😵‍💫 but Scarab is so frustrated... poor thing doesn't know what he's DOING... Scarab gasps in scandalized humiliation and Orbo flushes and hastily apologizes and slams the door shut. and then thinks. well. Scrabby didn't lock the door, did he...?

so Orbo comes BACK INSIDE and gets astride that giant prismo plush behind Scarab and gently guides his hips to show him how it's done 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 hi im unwell!!!

anyway that's the plan--a few more awkward scenes like that as they orbit around each other, grow closer, orbo taking such good care of scarab... 🥺 then wrap it all up with the most disgustingly sweet domestic bliss you've ever seen in your LIFE after they get over all their hang-ups, live happily ever after, the end!! :)

[seraphim-soulmate]

lol my boss sent me an email asking me to format appointments in the way that I've already been doing it, to screen clients for whether they need an appointment or just a question answered (which is again, what I've been doing), and told me she has no appointments with new clients next week despite 9 of her 18 appointments being with new clients.

not really sure how to respond to her email. if I should address it point by point, or if I should just thank her for the guidance and patience while I continue to adapt to the job. Or not answer her email and just tell her in person that's what I've already been doing, but that I'm not the only one making appointments for her in this office.

also, I make a list of every phone call and client I had contact with (easiest way to log who called, what they said, what I answered and if the lawyer needs to intervene) and some of them need answers about their file which I cannot access because I cannot access their files bcs I don't have my own cloud account. and in any case, there are some questions I can't or don't feel comfortable answering as I'm not a lawyer !! I don't know the cases, the clients, or the procedures, so I can't always answer their questions. On top of keeping a log of who called, asking the appropriate questions, and setting appointments, I also add in the description of the appointment the reason for why the client is having an appointment in the first place; to ensure that they're not making a useless appointment when, for example, all they need to do is send documents to add to their file.

but my boss complained because on the list of client communications I had that day, there were 2 that she needed to call back (of the 15 people I had listed, I don't even include the WhatsApp messages I can answer by myself), saying essentially that the work I was doing was useless because she was still having to talk to clients. girl I don't know how to say this, but I spent 3 hours handling client contacts and despite my presence at the office, YOU STILL HAVE TO CONTACT CERTAIN CLIENTS YOURSELF BECAUSE I DONT KNOW THIS FIELD. she literally has set time aside in her calendar to call back clients, so I assumed she understood that she needed to handle some client relations- even if I was handing most of them. I'm still doing a job of filtering out the majority of your clients, setting appointments, directing them to send paperwork by email, etc.

oh also I've only been working here for THREE WEEKS, TWO TIMES A WEEK. I also handle client relations faster, more efficiently, more calmly, and more politely than she does. Like I'm entirely on track for where I should be for the timeframe. Not to mention that I don't only handle client contacts, I'm also the in-house IT person. Any computer issues, program issues, I'm able to fix- a skill which neither of the lawyers do have.

OH and not to mention trying to answer the phone and hear everything the client is saying isn't particularly easy when the clients either have a bad cell connection, and because of the fact that she HAS AN OPEN-SPACE OFFICE !!! So while I'm trying to hear the person speaking quietly on the phone and remember the questions I'm supposed to be asking, I'm also hearing 2 other people speaking either during a consultation, where the door is directly behind my desk and made partially of glass so I can hear everything, or I hear them upstairs on the phone with clients or just talking amongst themselves. The worst part is that she DESIGNED THIS OFFICE!!!! SHE REMODELED IT AND DIDN'T THINK ABOUT HOW HEARING SOMEONE ON THE PHONE WHILE SOMEONE ELSE IS SPEAKING MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT DIFFICULT !!!!!

[seroquelling]

pondering the bat shit / funny things i've done / experienced in my 28 years on this planet:

drove my car into a fence post at 3am in the middle of nowhere. lost my side mirror and spent the next 20 minutes on the side of the road in a wheat field looking for it. never found it.

drunkenly fell off of someone's balcony at a party and landed ass first into a trashcan below. it took three people turning the trashcan over to get me out because i'm short and thin so i had folded in half inside of it. managed to not spill my beer, somehow.

drove in the middle of a severe snowstorm on the highway to go to my friends house at 4am. tried to drive through a snow mound and got my car stuck. had to flag down strangers that were driving past. they let me sit in their truck while they pushed my car out of the snow. instead of turning back and going home, i drove the rest of the 30mins to my friends house.

had a psychotic break and tried to cut my arm off with a machete.

broke into my bosses warehouse after my shift @ 12am because he left his puppy in there overnight and wasn't feeding it.

was climbing up the stairs to my friends apartment at 1am in the middle of the winter. had a heavy ass backpack on full of booze i'd stolen from my job, and a 30pack of beer in my arms. slipped on the second to last step at the top and fell head over feet all the way back down. passed out cuz my head hit concrete at the bottom. friend found me five minutes later and had to drag me up the stairs. had a concussion. still enjoyed beers with them.

used to beg people to have 'friendly fist fights' with me at my old job. still have scarred knuckles because of it.

went to a very country bar in the deep south of my hometown. not a very safe place for lgbt ppl. slammed a pitcher of beer, and bought a rose and gave it to a pretty girl at the table next to me that was with some guy. ended up charming her enough that we slow danced together. almost got into a fight with the dude over it.

sold all of my shit and moved to a foreign country with no real plan in mind. twice.

convinced an entire bar to do the cupid shuffle with me

drove to taco bell in the middle of a snowstorm because i was craving it. ended up in a ditch on the way back. had to call a towing company a few days later to get my car out. got a concussion from that too bc my head hit the steering wheel

three days after trying to hack off my own arm with a machete, i went to a party full of people i'd only met once. convinced some guy that was there to let me pierce his nose. did. then hooked up with him. made out with two other people the same night.

almost died while swimming in the ocean because i got caught in the riptide. didn't yell for help because 'that's embarrassing'. in the end some dude on a surfboard saved me and got me back to shore.

took acid in the middle of the woods with a coworker i barely knew. went to work the next day still tripping bc someone called in.

snuck out of my house and drunkenly climbed up a mountain with friends, in flip flops. they broke on the way down and i had to be piggyback carried by one of the guys in our group all the way back to the bottom. when we got to the bottom, one of the guys realized he left his keys at the top - i had like barely an hour to get home before my mom woke up and realized i'd snuck out. made it back to my side of town with five minutes to spare. friend took a wrong turn and instead of letting him turn around, i jumped out of the (still moving) car and ran across peoples yards, vaulted over fences, barefoot, before diving back in thru my window. managed to get back into bed just before my mom came to check on me before work.

defended my coworker from people who were trying to steal / cause a scene with my switchblade.

threw a used tampon into my friends neighbors open kitchen window because they'd called her a slur. he came outside with a shotgun and we fled into the cornfield behind his house.

got dropped off after a party and tried to make my way back toward my window to sneak back in. passed out in the front yard face down in the grass.

got into a (verbal) fight with an old ex boyfriend in a parking lot because he'd cheated on me. he dropped a taco he'd had in his hand and as he was bending to pick it up i kicked it all the way across the parking lot. it exploded into a rain of shredded cheese and lettuce.

a coworker at an old job dropped his phone into a large dumpster out back. trying to win his affections, i jumped inside and waded thru trash juice and muck to look for it.

hooked up with someone at a funeral.

tried to contact the fae and bargain with them to take out a coworker i hated. he had a heart attack (lived.)

i realized halfway thru writing all of this why maybe no one sticks around for me in relationships.

[thegeminisage]

ok, i got about an hour and a half to play some zelda!!! i'm in rito village cuz i got my frog armor. my map says there's a chasm here so i'm gonna get some korok seeds and see if i can find it

god i miss kass.

i havent ben back here since i did the wind temple, so there's a lot of sidequests lol

ok, i NEVER would have found that chasm without help. the opening into the cave is SO tiny

off to a fantastic start. landed by a yiga hideout AND a lightroot!!

oh! it's isolated! i guess that makes sense cuz in the overworld it's surrounded by water. i was gearing up to do some Depths Exploring though, i kinda miss it??

i notice mineru didn't meet me. so she really is only in one little section until i do the dungeon. blegh

oh, it's not a proper yiga hideout, there's just a diary. something about a weapon with blue stone. PLEEEEASE be a timeshift stone please please please (guy who knows it wont actually be a timeshift stone)

CRYSTALLIZED ZONAI SHOP LETS FUCKING GOOO

aw and a schema stone

siren call of the depths: i kinda wanna explore more. i was gonna go back up to rito village and knock out some of those sidequests but fuck it

as with the overworld i have a lot of the eastern section knocked out and have barely touched the western half. so i guess i'll go clean up in the east. unfortunately i have not been marking ANY of my boss encounters bc i didnt want to look at this map too closely so i'll probably wind up doing them all again lol

i don't know, am i taking some of the joy of exploration out of the depths by looking at this map early? i guess so, but i don't want to forge on without it, and the internet has spoiled me for the whole thing anyway. besides, they're not detailed enough that you can really tell what it'll look like once you get there. i think some surprises will still remain

i am going to turn on hands i think lol. that's one surprise i DON'T want, not down here

i guess if things get too hairy or tedious i always have my bike...it's been so long since i learned about them, yet since then i've barely set foot down here at all. i was doing koroks. so it's been a REALLY long time since i've properly explored down here.

tiny dark spot by hateno so im starting there. warped to a nearby root and found the two new ones i need pretty much instantly without even using the spoiler map - they were just hidden behind a wall

i read somewehre that the weapons the ghost soldiers hold for you, the unrotted ones, will only be weapons you've already broken above. which is stupid cool but then WHYYY do i never get royal broadswords...they're my favorites...

another mine...i guess that's to be expected. why do they all have the names of the cities above though? like, hateno didn't exist throughout the ages, it wasnt in oot or whatever. you can't tell me every city in hyrule is 10,000 years old. i guess lin's sheikah slate is naming the mines and using the names of the villages it knows? but IT'S 10,000 years old too. i love totk but the way it breaks the lore is so fucking frustrating, especially since i was finally excited about the lore actually being COHESIVE for the first time after skyward sword.

ooh, this diary mentions a hidden yiga academy behind a waterfall in gerudo...i've been spoiled a bit for that questline too but i feel better that i found the tip organically

oh. i found a "researcher" lol

LMAOOOO she's asking me to pick my own demise. incred

good GOD what is that...i shouldn't have answered...i picked burny bc i actually hate freezy more but what in the name of god

i mean i killed her basically instantly but that was a little alarming! i wish i got a schema stone for one of THOSE

MORE refinery shopping. i already have enough for one battery upgrade and i'm close to getting a second

oop yeah there's upgrade #2

and another schema stone!

ok, doubling back to check and old map mark i missed...

GLOOM TREES BAD

oh it's cap of the sky! i actually already have one of those lol but i can sell this one

ok, let's see...there's a tiny dark spot under gut check rock, so i'll get that next...

i have like. 630 arrows lol and it's a good thing too bc i got spotted by a monster camp and just took them out from a tree

zonaite really isnt hard to collect...like, at first having to get 4000+ to max your battery seemed impossible. but the hard part is that the refineries don't sell a lot at once so you either have to warp around or wait to turn it all in lol

i like how weather attack makes food useful again? like i stopped making food to help me with heat or cold bc i had armor...BUT i can't have armor to defend me from the elements AND the attack up from the elements at the same time. if i want both, i need food for one or the other! it's very clever. now i need to be more mindful when cooking instead of just doing the same health and stamina refills over and over

i really hate how hard the lava air effect makes it to fucking SEE down here. jesus

killed a flux construct. sick nice etc

found a proper yiga hideout >:)

minecart tracks??? i want a cart too... :(

sadly lacking in cart to cart combat. 0/10 stars

ok, working my way down towards the spring of power. i want those bargainer statues lol

i like exploring the depth a lot better when shit is lit up. i didn't realize until now but it's exhausting not to be able to see ANYTHING. i think that's why i got so tired of it so quickly before, even though i was also having fun poking around. finding one light point after another is fun and that requires darkness but it's also really difficult to navigate the terrain when you can't see AND there's gloom

found my mf statue. i cant believe i walked right past these before...you wouldn't know they're there unless you're looking :/

YESSSSS HOOD OF THE DEPTHS...finally.................

i had almost 700 poes so i had plenty to buy with lol

ANOTHER yiga hideout!! have i done this one?? it looks familiar...

oh yep lmao i sure have. bummer. at least i can mark it off my map :/

ok, thats all i have time for!!!

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is a notes app list of observations/thoughts from the concert that I kept to say to you lol:

- xiaohenyang black on black dance break I sobbed

- the first VCR started with jungwoo and jeno and I thought they'd do Js first then it went to yuta and my brain said "mera juta hai japani" which is a line from an old Bollywood song meaning "my shoe is japanese" and it cracked me up too much to pay attention to the rest of the VCR

- about the from home stage: RENJUN MY BABY smiling when he made it through his famous voice crack part and all the members putting their mics up to him for the "and it starts from here our home" bit 😭😭😭

- new stages/songs i don't remember being performed before that I loved: Oasis (why does sm hate winwin's voice), kangaroo (i need a well shot performance vid), ok, pado (tho why would they call it pado and not wave bc my brain immediately read it as pedo and then it was a sexy song and I was Disturbed), call d (what does that even mean lol they're not even trying to hide the frat boyness anymore), and you specifically are gonna love bat and alley oop

- why were the mics so bad. why was the camera work so bad, esp in nct u songs where they clearly don't know which part is whose. also they were focusing wayyy too much on close-ups for choreo-heavy songs (rip nectar). also the random hour long delay in between wtf?? tho I did like wayv banter in the meanwhile, speaking of which

- WHY DID THEY CHANGE WAYV'S INTRO TO "TO THE WORLD THIS IS NCITY"?!!!!!!!! also they clearly just tossed wayv up there to buy time while they fix the sets, it was kinda hilarious. they're pushing winwin to act cute and winwin taps his in ear and says "give us more time" (as in the staff asking them to fill up more time before the performance) and they jumped on him with "you can have all the time you want to act cute baby" to which winwin tries to hide behind ten but he's a whole head taller than him lol

- baggy jeans is good and I'm sure it'll grow on me more, but the t7s unit reunion feels wasted on it. love love LOVE ten's rap verse tho

- songs i loved live but really missed the missing members (this is mostly taeil tho sungchan makes a couple of appearances): round& round, my everything, taeil's empty spot in good night broke my heart, misfit, the 90s love bit in resonance. i like that they didn't have anyone cover taeil in 127's songs tho because he really is the heart of their music to me

- conversely: why does winwin still have 0 lines in boss, why not give him you know who's verse??

- apparently the new 127 album will be the most 127-esque yet and should I be scared?

- so so so very few resonance era songs :(

- some beautiful people: chenle, winwin, ten's wayv outfit, jisung in his black outfit (is that allowed???), taeyong's little braids even though I'm not sure how to feel about this hair, KUN 😭, yuta being the only one without a shirt in resonance for some reason

- Kun, Doyoung, jeno and Chenle together in the end that's my husbands and our sons

Hiii!!!, I might be responding super super out of order.

Overall the missing members left a layer of pain the whole time but the members who covered for them did amazing, Yuta hitting taeil's high note my baby did so well. And Jisung too, speaking of, recently I have been fighting any attraction to Jisung back with a stick, but the past day I... Can no longer fight it like hello???? Sir?? Sir?? Also I really noticed how much he and Winwin look alike I used to think it was just their lips but its their cheeks and smiles too. Jisung still looks more like Taylor Swift though. Who is coming to Miami next year! I think it's an amphitheatre so might picnic in the parking lot. Anyway next!

I just wanna talk about how much of a cutie patootie sweetie pie Renjun is every time I see him I'm like heres the boy! and his little smile! His redemption. And just everyone clamoring to him and Winwin, the princes of NCT.

I really didn't want to spoil all of the new songs yet so I just skimmed over them. And I did allow a little more of Bat and you are so right but but I left some surprises and I'll go back after the album release. But Hendery!!!! That is all. Call D, I have so many questions but the sheer vibe of the song answers them. It's not an NCT album without a song covertly about sex. Baggy jeans from what I've heard so far, same I'm not completely sold on it but I didn't hear the whole song so who knows.

The production value was definitely lacking and they seemed confused about how to film it. At least Winwin had a few of you knows lines in Wayv's songs but I always say this but it's cause the first time was so hard but the Yixing vibes are so strong with Winwin, and I worry. SM if you appreciate Winwin and give him everything he needs he won't find it else where just give him more please. Give Wayv more!!! I am an exo-l who's seen a lot and I'm scared okay. I don't want history to repeat itself. Again!! Cause exo was history repeating itself the first time.

I think we should just be prepared for the next 127 album it could honestly be anything, genuinely anything. I think just go in open-minded and ready to hear them out.

And I just wanna add just Xiaojun Yangyang and Hendery, that's it Xiaojun Yangyang and Hendery just wow look at them also.

Ignore the text I don't agree with that, that's just the tiktok. I only okay you know what nevermind.

Also Yuta can *** ****** ** me

[anachronismstellar]

Listen, this is hauting me, I keep closing my eyes and imagining all the scenarios in which they got to this point so here, have a little thing:

Uh no TW but I'd say Mature Rated bc they are Horny™️ so,,, yea

Anyway

Three times Dabi caught Shiggy working out and one time he helped

The first time Dabi caught Dusty working out, was purely an accident.

It had been a bit of a slow day, just a little while after he had joined the League for good. The base seemed to be empty, and even the bar wasn't being occupied by its Foggy resident, so Dabi went to help himself for a drink, using the opportunity to grab the top shelf stuff. The plan was to get some nice whiskey, sit on the sofa, and play something stupid on his phone until someone showed up.

That's it, until he'd found the trap door.

He only noticed because the carpet was scrunched to the side. It was probably Kurogiri's stach, nothing to bother with, but Dabi wasn't the type of person to let an opportunity go to waste like that.

He opened the trap door slowly, holding back a grunt of surprise to see a faint light coming from downstairs. With a final look around he decided "Fuck it" and went down, closing the door carefully behind himself.

It didn't take long for him to get to the bottom of the stairs and find the source of the light. The door, which was ajar, opened up to a room filled with, to Dabi's disbelief, gym equipment.

Now, he wasn't stupid, and he knew that Dusty must have been training probably his entire life, but he's never stopped to consider what his training might be.

Or what the training results would be.

Because at the further corner of the room, lifting what probably was more than Dabi's weight was Shigaraki Tomura, wearing a tank top and low hanging sweatpants.

Dabi was frozen on the spot. Ironic, considering that his body temperature started to rise the minute he noticed Shigaraki’s arms, the tank top clinging to his back from the sweat, making it impossible to hide his broad shoulders.

Dabi was so caught off guard by the sight that he couldn't hold back a "Holy fuck", startling Dusty so bad that he dropped the weight, cursing a storm.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Went to get some booze, found the door, here I am," Dabi answered without blinking, not bothering to lie. He had more important things to care about now.

Like Dusty using his tank top to clean up the sweat from his face, showing off his abs and the subtle v on his underbelly.

Those pants were hanging by a thread, and Dabi never wished to burn a piece of fabric so much as he did right now.

"-bi?!" He finally noticed that Dusty was calling him, forcing himself to look up at Shigaraki’s face. He knew he had called the guy a creep the first time they met, and if anyone asked he would say the same thing again, but Dabi was only human and even he had his weaknesses.

Shigaraki sweaty and showing off his strength was one of them apparently.

"Stop gapping like a fuckin burnt fish, idiot, if you have something to say, spit it out and let me finish here!" Dusty snapped at him, scratching his neck, face getting redder by the second. Dabi didn't know if it was because the staring or because he was embarrassed for being sneaked on, either way, that finally made Dabi shake himself off his stupor, walking backwards towards the door.

"Nothing to say, boss, just wasn't expecting you to be a gym rat, that's all. Anyway, I'm going back to my booze, have fun with..." he trailed off, gesturing the entire room. He didn't wait for Dusty to answer him, closing the door behind him, laying on it for a second, taking a deep breath, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, trying to get his temperature back to normal.

And if he had run to take a cold cold shower, it was no one's business but his own.

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The second time Dabi caught Shiggy working out was after the kidnapping disaster. They had lost the bar, Kurogiri, and All for One resources, along with all their possible safe houses.

He didn't mind the moving around. To be fair, Dabi was used to it from his time before the League. What he did miss, though, was the slight privacy that the base seemed to offer, the easy access to booze and his painkillers.

But most of all, he missed not having to take cold showers every day. Not because of the lack of hot water, oh no no no.

But because of Shigaraki Fucking Dusty Tomura.

With the loss of the bar, Dusty also lost his gym, which made him have to improvise to keep up his workout routine. And Shigaraki was very creative.

Anything could be used to train: old tires, broken furniture, debris, and, to Dabi's despair, the League.

"Dabi!" Toga waved excitedly at him as he walked in their improvised shelter. It was an old building, already picked clean by other homeless people, nothing left but a dirty couch and a wobbly table. He ignored all that in favor of blinking at the bizarre scene in front of him, trying to understand what the fuck was going on.

"Dabi come on! Switch places with me I need to pee!" Toga whined, making grabbing hands at the arsonist that couldn't stop staring at her unconventional seating arrangement.

A.k.a. Shigaraki’s back.

"Shut up you brat, I told you that it's gonna take just five more minutes, stop complaining," Dusty grunted as he completed another push up, arms not even trembling under Toga's weight.

"You said that thirty minutes ago, Shiggy! I need to pee!" the girl insisted, pocking at the back of Shigaraki’s head, making him grunt again. "Besides, it's not like I weight anything to you anyway, Dabi will be a better challenge. Right, Dabi?" She turned to look at him with a smirk, golden eyes glinting with mischief. Fucker.

When Shigaraki didn't say anything else, Toga hopped off his back, practically running out of the room, shouting a "Have fun~!" as she vanished towards the corridor where the bathroom was, slamming the door loud enough to make the broken windows tremble.

There was a pause as Shigaraki got on his feet, patting his hands on his pants to clean them off. Only then Dabi realized that he was wearing gloves. He wondered what would be like to feel the fabric against his heated skin, holding him down while-

"You don't need to help me, it's fine," Shigaraki grumbled as he grabbed a water bottle, not looking at Dabi at all. Dabi could see that his shoulders were tense, as if Dusty were ready to run away the moment Dabi cracked a joke.

"I wouldn't mind," he blurted before he could even think about it, swallowing dry as Dusty turned to look at him with a funny face, nose scrunched, looking Dabi up and down.

"You wouldn't?" Shigaraki asked as if not believing what he had just heard. Which. Fair. Dabi wasn't the most forthcoming person from their group. He was very good at his job, yea, but if it wasn't a direct order, he couldn't be bothered to move a finger to help.

"Sure. I don't think I'm that much heavier than Toga, though," Dabi answered with a shrug, trying to play it cool. Literally. Otherwise, Shigaraki would see his scars starting to smoke, and that wouldn't be good at all.

There was another pause as Dusty opened the bottle, taking a very long sip. He wasn't as sweaty as last time, but his hair was sticking on his forehead and neck, his skin slightly red from the workout. And Dabi couldn't stop staring at Shigaraki’s lips, the sneak peek of tongue when Dusty lowered the bottle, licking his own lips as his eyes followed the movement of Shigaraki’s throat. He could feel his own mouth drying up, hands trembling with the desire to throw Dusty on the couch and kiss him until he was red for other reasons, to see how strong those arms really were and-

"Whatever, I'm done for today anyway. How's the recruitment process going?" Dusty said, making Dabi blink and come back to the room. It was the worst attempt on changing of subject ever, but Dabi would take it. Especially if it helped him not lose his control and jump on Dusty right and then.

"I had three candidates that I think might be interesting but-" he said after taking a moment to gather himself, getting in work mode.

And again, if he took a freezing shower after their meeting was done, no one needed to know.

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The third time Dabi caught Shigaraki working out, he started to have the suspicion that Dusty was doing it on purpose.

Deika city laid in crumbles, they were all more fucked up than ever, but they've won and victory tasted sweet as expensive champagne and sushi. He didn't like the ReDestro guy at all, but his unlimited credit card was nice, and it has been a while since they could indulge in the little pleasures of life.

Like having a nice place to crash with a stoked kitchen, a room for each one of them, and much more. The villa was so big that it was able to house a smaller version of the Doc's lab and even a heated pool. And, of course, a gym with all the equipment one could dream.

The last detail was important because now Shigaraki didn't have the excuse of working out at odd places. So there was no reason for him to be at the League's quarters, shirtless, doing a side plank while reading a book, with the most unbothered face ever.

And, look, Dabi would never admit, not even under torture, but he wasn't blind. Anyone could see that Shigaraki’s shape got even better after the Deika fight. He always had an amazing body, but now? Long gone were the slim muscles, the shrieked posture. Dabi didn't know how it was possible, but his shoulders got even broader, his thighs thicker enough to crush someone with them, and - what a way to die. If Dabi would be completely honest, this Shigaraki was way more dangerous than before, not just because of his new strength but also because of his charisma. There is the air of confidence around him, as if he had realized how good he looks, fucked up cracked lips and all.

It made Dabi go weak on his knees, especially when Dusty looked at him as if he could read his mind and see every filthy fantasy that he had had in the past months.

The way he was looking at Dabi right now as he closed his book and put it to the side, getting up in a blink.

"Do you need anything, Dabi?" Shigaraki asked as he walked closer, making Dabi bite his lip to force himself to focus. Now wasn't the time to look down and admire his boss arms. Or his chest. Or his abs. Or-

God fucking dammit, Dabi thought as Dusty stops right in front of him. Even though they were practically the same height, it surly didn't feel like it, not when he could feel Shigaraki’s aura surrounding him.

He could snap Dabi and half without even breaking a sweat.

"Just, uh," Dabi tried to say something, voice a little bit higher than usual. And just like a shark smelling blood on the water, Shigaraki smiled, taking a step forward, and another, and another, until Dabi’s back was pressed against the wall.

Oh shit.

"Just going to my room, boss. It's been-" he tried to talk again, breath hitching when a deadly finger brushed against his collarbone, right on top of one of his staples. "It's been a long day." he managed to say, eyes fluttering as another finger layered on him, brushing his shit to the side.

Shigaraki hummed as he moved his fingers again, this time up to Dabi's neck, pressing a little harder on the scarred tissue. "You're not as subtle as you think you are, Ashtray," Shigaraki said as he scratched Dabi's skin until he reached for the back of his neck, pulling his hair down, baring Dabi's throat. "You really think I couldn't feel your stares? Or that I couldn't feel the heat coming from your skin?"

"Dusty-" Dabi tried to hold him back, but as soon as he touched Shigaraki’s chest, he knew it was a losing battle. Especially when Shigaraki pressed his cracked lips on his throat, biting hard enough to make his damage nerves sting, smoke already leaking from his seams.

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice the way you almost drowled every time I picked up something heavy?" he kept going, biting and kissing as his other hand went lower, grabbing Dabi's thigh, pulling him closer, as he pressed Dabi even harder against the wall.

And just like that, Dabi was gone, whining as he clawed Shigaraki’s back, pulling him closer.

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice your long showers?" Shigaraki asked, and in a blink, he let go of Dabi's hair, grabbing his other thigh, hauling Dabi up. "Tell me, Dabi, did you try to cool yourself down?" Shigaraki asked before biting on Dabi’s shoulder, right where charred tissue met healthy skin, making Dabi sob, trembling under Shigaraki’s kisses. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't answer, all he could do was sob a moan, eyes closed, doing his best to not lose control over his quirk. "Or did you touch yourself while thinking of me fucking you against a wall?" Shigaraki chuckled, finally pressing his lips on Dabi's, more a tease than a kiss.

"You're such an asshole," Dabi snapped, grabbing Shigaraki’s face with both hands, smashing their mouths together in a desperate kiss. That only made Dusty chuckle again as he walked away from the wall, carrying Dabi like he weighted nothing at all.

Dabi broke the kiss as soon as he noticed that there's nothing against his back, looking down at Dusty's smug face, lips plump from their kiss, eyes darkened, messy hair.

If he had any dignity left, he would hold back his whine. But he lost it the moment Shiggy adjusted his grip from his thighs to his ass, squeezing it.

"I swear to God Duster if you don't take me to your room right now-" he grumbled as he grabbed Shigaraki’s hair at the back of his neck, pulling it, finally getting a moan from the other man. And it was more than nice to see all Shigaraki’s training being put on use to get as fast as he could to his room, slamming Dabi against his door as soon it was closed.

It was even better when Shigaraki actually hold him up and fucked him hard enough to make the wood crack.

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The first time Dabi helped Dusty with his training, was out of boredom. He had nothing else to do but wait for The Chicken to respond to his text for the next meeting, and it was too late for him to work on any lieutenant stuff.

It was late for anyone to work, period, but still, his Grand Commander was nowhere to be seen on the League quarters. Which meant that either he was sulking on his his office, or he was at the gym.

Considering his options, Dabi decided to check on the gym first. Not just because it was closer to the League's quarters, but also because of the lower chance of bumping one of ReDestro's minions.

And lo and behold there he was, in all of his sweaty glory, his long hair messy and sticking to his back, skin glistening under the artificial soft light, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. It almost gave Dabi a sense of déjà vu. But this time, he didn't froze up. Instead, he got closer, sneaking behind Shigaraki, touching his shoulders with a sigh.

"It's almost midnight, Dusty," he mumbled as he leaned forward, plastering himself against Dusty's back. "Come to bed."

His touch didn't startle Shigaraki at all, in fact, he didn't even put the weight down, finishing his series first, before turning to look at Dabi.

"I know, but I can't fall behind my training. Even more now," he said with a sigh, an argument that he has been repeating for the few past weeks. He let go of the weight, grunting while opening and closing his hand, looking carefully at his prosthesis.

"But tomorrow we have an important meeting or some other shit that ReDestro wants us to sit down for, and you're going to be grumpy if you don't rest now," Dabi insisted, tugging on Shigaraki’s hair.

"I'm not sleepy." Shigaraki pushed Dabi's hand, reaching out for the weight again. That made Dabi pull his hair even harder, forcing Shigaraki to look at him.

"I don't care if you're not sleepy, I am, so you're going to sleep as well."

"Since when you can boss me around?"

"Since you decided to ask me to date you," Dabi said, stealing a kiss, letting go of Shigaraki’s hair to slip his hands down his chest, pressing down his nails on one of Shigaraki’s nipples.

But instead of being thrown on Shigaraki’s shoulder and getting carried to bed, Shigaraki took a step away from him, glaring at Dabi when he turned around.

"I'm serious, Dabi," Shigaraki said with his best Commander voice, which helped nothing on Dabi's desire to drag him to bed. However, he could see that just asking again wouldn't help, so he had to change plans.

"Fine. But no more forcing your hand. Even the Doc said you should take it easy." He put his foot down, grabbing the weight before Dusty could. Holy shit it was heavy as fuck, but he didn't need to carry it too far, just enough to put a distance between Shigaraki and it.

"Fine," Dusty repeated right back at Dabi, crossing his arms. Dabi could see it as a distraction tactic that it was, so he kept his eyes on Shigaraki’s face. "What do you think I should do, then?"

Dabi looked around, biting his lips, trying to think of something fast. He knew some of the equipment, but his childhood training was very different. His eyes went back to Shigaraki, taking all in. Damn he didn't know what the Doc had been giving him, but...

"Legs," he said with a snap of his fingers. "You can do some squats without using your hands."

"Squats are boring as fuck though," Shigaraki complained, but Dabi knew that he was winning this battle. He just needed to seal the deal.

"Yeah, they are, but I could help you," Dabi said while pressing the tip of his hot fingers against Dusty's arms. "You can use me as weight, I wouldn't mind climbing on your shoulders, boss."

Oh, how fun it was to see Dusty fighting against his desire, red eyes darkening when Dabi did his final strike and took his shirt off, the delicate lines of red lingerie hugging his hip bones, accentuating how tiny his waist was. He could see the moment Shigaraki caved in as he pressed his thumb on the soft elastic, dragging it up and down.

"You were wearing this the whole day?" Shigaraki asked, hooking his finger to pull the thin band, the snapping sound of it on Dabi's skin making him gasp.

"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I put it to wait for you, but someone decided to get sweaty in other ways..." Dabi said as he turned around, showing off his back, smiling at Shigaraki’s groan. But as soon as Dusty tried to touch him again, he moved away, ignoring Shigaraki pouting at him.

"No way, you made me wait because you wanted to workout, so you're gonna workout. Come on, ten series of squats and then off to bed."

"What about five?"

"What happened to 'I have to do this, Dabi'?"

"Shut up," Shigaraki said, not letting Dabi even reply before grabbing him by the waist and putting him on his shoulders. No, Dabi didn't shriek, but he did slap Dusty on the head, complaining about Shigaraki’s lack of warning.

From his new position, he couldn't glare directly at Shiggy, but he could glare at the mirror in front of them, giving Shiggy the finger. Fucker. If weren't for the fact that he was sitting on Dusty's shoulders, he would have kicked him as soon as he saw Dusty rolling his eyes at him. Again, without warning, Shigaraki started to move, ignoring Dabi’s complaints as the arsonist held on for dear life.

Dabi grumbled a bit more, just for the sake of being contrary, but as soon as he noticed that Shiggy wouldn't budge, he stopped to enjoy the view. From the mirror, he could see Shigaraki’s face, focused on counting his reps. And every time Shiggy went down, he would press his feet harder against him, feeling the muscles work under the pale skin. It was a vision, all that strength, all that power, just using Dabi as an accessory... he gasped, wiggling as he tried to adjust himself without falling, making Shigaraki grab his thighs, pinky fingers carefully raised.

"Stop moving so much," Dusty said as he pressed his nails on Dabi's pants.

"Or what?" Dabi smiled at the mirror, a shiver going down his spine as Shigaraki’s glare got more intense.

"Or I'm gonna drop you off," he threatened, but they both knew it was an empty promise. And that knowledge only made Dabi smile even more, turning around to glance at Shigaraki’s ass, trying to reach out his shoulders.

"Come on. One more rep, boss~" Dabi said as one of his feet went a little lower, teasing the elastic waist band.

"One more round tonight," Shigaraki growled in response, lowering himself down one last time before going back up. He took a deep breath, patting on Dabi's thigh before slowly putting him back on the ground. Dabi hopped of Shigaraki’s shoulders, turning to look at him, smiling like the cat who got the cream, pressing them chest to chest.

"Good job. Feeling better?" he asked, just to he a little shit. He only realized that he had pressed his luck too much when Shigaraki grabbed him by his ass, pulling them even closer.

"This is what we're going to do now, Dabi," he said as he pressed a sweet kiss on Dabi's cheek. "I'm going to carry you all the way to the League's quarters," he continued as he lowered the kisses, nipping on Dabi's collarbone, deadly fingers playing with the waist of his pants. "Then I'm going to bend you over the sink while you are wearing these panties..." Shigaraki bit hard, making Dabi swear under his breath, holding Shigaraki’s arms, knees too weak to keep him up. "And then we're going to take a nice shower. Got it?"

"Yes, boss." Dabi answered with a sigh, nodding his head, dizzy from the lack of blood on his brain right now.

"Good." And once more, Shigaraki threw Dabi over his shoulder, this time firefighter style, giving the arsonist the most amazing view of his boyfriend's ass. And as they walked to the League's quarters, all that Dabi could think was that helping Dusty workout wasn't so boring after all.

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[ouraniatm]

*dusts off the blog* hi, hello. it's me, your favorite planet or disney dog or whatever you want me to be. i FINALLY managed to beat the goddamn ice titan (suck it ya goddamn bitch) AND beat through idia's OB boss battle. i'm now finished with book 6, so i figured i should lay down cora's whereabouts and involvement before it gets lost into the void. not that i want to make some MAJOR changes in the story or whatever, but if anything, it makes things more intense... least in my opinion. if you wanna read it - or don't because heavy spoilers to book 6 - it's under read more! *cracks knuckles* alright, let's go.

to begin with, a quick tl;dr on cora's situation - her family, the ouranias, serve as the second hand to shrouds. it's a chained dynamic which lasted for generations, when the first ourania pledged absolute loyalty to the first shroud after failing to fulfill their part of the deal. they're kind of the underdogs of STYX whose only purpose is to do what their designated owner, a shroud, says. this family has the "strength and preservation over anything" mindset, so they've conditioned themselves to be as robotic and emotionless as possible, even in dangerous situations, meaning cutting off your emotions wholly because that means weakness and unworthiness. this is to ensure a shroud's wellbeing and their continued work for STYX, but most importantly, to reduce any chance of overblotting. if there is no negative emotion to begin with, you're less likely to bring harm onto your owner...such is the mentality the ouranias have maintained for centuries, and such methods of preparing the new generations of underdogs has partaken for this long now.

to add on, an ourania is also conditioned to look after the charons and even the chariots. basically, your life is bound to a shroud's from the moment you're born into an ourania family. it's a little different from jamil's family, who offered themselves to serve kalim's family as they are longtime friends. no, in this case, this is a FULL ownership of another person. no right to live, laugh, love, anything - ourania is shroud's shadow. see how twisted this power dynamic is, because i sure do.

alright, now onto present times: after the events in book 5 and shortly before book 6 events begun, cora (who, unbeknownst to everyone besides idia and ortho, was to inherit the position of second hand from her father before an eventual resignation for disrupting the dynamic by attempting to "befriend" her designated owner in much younger years) actually received a call from styx to inform her of charons' eventual arrival and to immediately let idia know. of course, now that she's trying to leave that part behind her in any means necessary - as well as becoming very bitter and jaded in general - didn't even bother to say anything, assuming he'd be informed...which he wasn't. you can probably imagine how pissed off he was when the charons did arrive. 🙃

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following this, idia orders cora to look after ignihyde and keep everyone from leaving night raven college. once again throwing all his responsibilities on her but whatever, she doesn't have the care to argue back. she's the one to explain everything to the panicking students and warn them not to go after the subjects and that they'd be back soon.

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does rook listen? absolutely not. if anything, he goes straight to her and relentlessly keeps asking her to come along and help him get to island of woe, her homeland. initially, she refused and kept trying to shoo him off, knowing her arrival would cause and uproar amongst the ouranias, but ofc, rook being rook, he is able to see right through her and hit where it hurts, the most - she wants to put an end to this vicious punishment. she wants to tell idia off and finally be rid of these shackles, to have her own identity...to start over, completely. wouldn't you know, it hits cora (mostly bc he wouldn't leave her the fuck alone) and she agrees...but not to help him, no, she couldn't care less why's rook so insistent to go - but to tell idia off and finally cut ties, like she always wanted.

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cora is part of the "rescue" team! very reluctant member, but still a part! hooray! she guides them to island of woe, knowing this is the biggest disobedience she caused and would have very, very big consequences. still, she can't say it's the first time she disobeyed idia, so she tucks that problem aside...at least this would lead her to eventual banishment, which is what she truly wants.

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when they arrive, much to cora's expectations, she was NOT welcome - hell, members of styx instantly recognized her and were outraged...not that she paid them any mind, since she was focusing only on idia, with his boss mode on...who was CLEARLY furious. sure, she expected to get him yapping on and on as usual, but this was different...this was GENUINE anger. the subjects must've tired the hell outta him, but still, cora didn't expect to be yanked off the group while ortho stayed behind with the rest.

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following the departure from the group comes what is probably their worst argument to date - it begins with usual bickering but is quickly escalated towards jabs at each other's lives, their failures and even what has other done to another - accusations and screams flew, much of which cora never expected. sure, she saw idia peeved off from her actions back at school, their disdain was very clear among other students, but she never saw him fueled with rage to the point his hair turns full blown orange. he says it's her fault for everything, she says it's the other way around...until the argument stops with ortho's intervention. cora is quickly escorted out of the room by charons, but not before uttering to idia: "you're fucking dead to me...erase my memories after this, i don't care, but you better remember this until the day you finally die." with those words echoing the now desolate room, she leaves...feeling much emptier than before.

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she finally did it , right? she told idia off, just like she wanted, and fully cut ties...just like she wanted...right? if that's the case...why is she second guessing herself? this never happened before...it's odd, but she tries not to think too much of it, not when her father will definitely be coming in to handle the matter at hand - which likely means she'll be banished. well...that was the case until the entire system went into shutdown and freed her from her room.

[goobiegoobert]

Hello! I saw your request were open, so I'll give it a try, I hope it doesn't bother you<3

Anyway, I was thinking about Freddy, Monty And Sun (I don't know if you have a limit of characters, so if it's a problem just Freddy and Monty) with a gn! Reader who is very tall.

Like, the animatronics are aprox. 7"0 (2 meters and probably more) and they're really used to children and adults who don't really can't look them in the face unless they look up. And one day, they meet the reader, who can actually look them right in the eyes bc of their height of 6"3.

I like to imagine the animatronics really excited and confused by having someone so tall like them!

But anyway, If this too complicated to write I understand! Thank you and sorry if I misspelled anything, English isn't my first lenguage

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Just let us adore you! ____________________ A/n: This is so sweet! You did amazing, I also feel you on that English is far from my first language too <3 Warnings: None! Mild cursing maybe but other than that it's pure fluff here!! ____________________

Any other day you'd put up with this, hell you could be on the deathbed and willing to help out but for some odd reason, tonight wasn't it. You'd been called in by your boss to fill in for Vanessa at the PizaPlex something you'd never done since the woman was constantly working even when sick and truly admired her for that. You worked the day shift security guard who worked mainly at the front whilst the bots went elsewhere doing their own thing never truly introducing yourself to any of them. So when being assigned this so suddenly after going home and washing up really peeved you off as you'd begrudgingly put on your freshly washed uniform back on and take the 30-minute walk to your place of employment Opening the doors at 12:30 and walking in locking the damn things behind you waiting for the ticking time-bomb to fully let the shutters fall eventually. Picking up where you hoped Vanessa fell off you'd take the time paper and lock in to start your shift and walk around checking over inventory and possible property damage.

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Glamrock Freddy

➤ When he'd first seen you it was odd, where did Vanessa go? he wasn't made aware that she wasn't going to be here. ➤ Didn't notice how huge you were at first since you'd been quite a ways away but once he'd walked over to give a friendly greeting the animatronic froze when you'd met his gaze ➤ Absolutely smitten here and now, felt super fuzzy and just generally thought you looked lovely ➤ Has to avert his gaze since he's not used to people being able to stare directly at him? ➤ Manages to lose his cool and has to walk off before coming back later and giving an apology ➤ Enjoys your company more than Vanessa from how kind you are! Didn't take any stress out on him despite your shoulders being pressed uptight and your smile thin from stress ➤ Is your personal guide, shows you around despite clearly being security, a pretty good stress break!

Monty Gator

➤ Oh, man... Monty is well. Let's say he wasn't the one closed off about how tall you were. ❝ Lovely seein' ya sugar, don't even have t' raise 'yer chin to see them lovely eyes ain't that right? ❞ ➤ Literally super flirtatious about it and more playful with his comments ➤ What can I say Monty is a sucker for anyone with a pretty smile and yours can be seen without much effort ➤ Corners you against the wall at some point to flirt with you only to get shoved away so you can do your damn job for fucks sake ➤ Weirdly liked that so afterward he just follows you around for an hour or two of your shift giving shitty pick-up lines ➤ Called you mamas at some point whether you're a guy or not, just god he's such a stuck up prick but in the nicest way possible ➤ You had given so many scoldings to Monty at the property damage done around the building since you had to record all of it down and who caused it ➤ made him a bit sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck and made a promise to not do it again ➤ Kept doing it anyways </3

Sunnydrop

➤ Absolutely bursting with joy the moment he took notice of you in the daycare ➤ Someone other than Vanessa? This was perfect! ➤ Had haphazardly put together a pretend tea party for the two of you from just how excited he was about a new friend ➤ being around 9ft tall your perspective didn't change much but felt so excited that he got to sit up a bit more than usual it was new and exciting <3 ➤ Starts to blab about anything and everything to you for the fact it's just so cool to have a new best friend? ➤ You'd promised to try and visit him more on your Dayshifts since he begged you to please do so and exaggerated the situation so heavily ➤ Picked you up and slightly struggled since normally everyone else feels lighter but is so excited about it either way since he can pick up more momentum when spinning the two of you around ➤ Wanted to test out how dancing worked, you and him danced in the daycare and boy was the guy just bursting at the seams Let's just say you're signing up for the night shifts more often.