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Anyway I got as close to her as I could in BG3 the other day

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FIC IDEA WITH LANDO: So reader recently moved to Monaco bc of her job (any remote job u want and content creater) anyways she is working at a café just to get some money and lando is a customer. He flirts with her and stuff and she writes her number on the cup without him noticing at the moment. The reader then like a week later mentions it to her friend and talks about how he did not respond yet and like what exactly happened not knowing her friend was on live and her fans get invested and call this mystery boy “café boy” (kind of like Alix Earle with nfl man) Then McLaren invites the reader to the paddock and lando sees her and then have like a talk together in his drivers room and he mentions how he was nervous to text or something. After she makes a soft launch post captioned “my café boy 🤎”. IF U DO IT PLEASE TAG ME!

my coffee boy | l.n.

a/n: thank you so much @idkyet101sblog for the amazing idea 🤎

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Moving to Monaco had always been your dream. Living in the beautiful country right on the water, starting a new life in such a peaceful place and being able to follow your dreams.

It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl.

However, moving to Monaco was in itself very pricey. It hadn’t been easy, gathering the money you needed to lead a relatively comfortable lifestyle in the exclusivist country, but you had managed to do so.

And now, you now had to step up a bit until things got going for you.

And you figured that working at the local coffee shop was the best solution. At least just until you got settled in your new home country and your career kicked in.

You knew that Monaco was the home to a lot of athletes, especially Formula 1 drivers, but you didn't really expect to meet any of them. Monaco was not really as small of a place as people thought, you wouldn't just run into an F1 driver in the street that casually.

No, you run into them at coffee shops.

You had been minding your own business one day, thankful that it was still early and people were not yet coming for coffee. But then the entrance bell rang, and your eyes met the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

The one and only, Lando Norris.

You didn't want to seem like an obsessed fan, so you tried to keep your excitement at bay the best you could.

"Hello" he greeted when he approached the counter, that famous smirk adorning his features.

"Hi. What can I get you?" you asked sweetly, praying to God that he wouldn't notice the furious blush on your cheeks.

"I'll just have a cappuccino, love" he asked, giving you a dazzling smile.

You blushed even more and nodded, getting to work on his drink.

He didn't say anything else for a second, he just watched and admired your movements as you effortlessly prepared his coffee.

"I haven't seen you around here before, and trust me. I would have remembered a face as beautiful as yours" Lando suddenly asked, leaning forward against the counter.

You almost did a double take, not wanting to get your hopes up. Was he actually flirting with you? Were you just dreaming?

You cleared your throat before you answered, which made Lando smile even more cockily.

"I just moved here a couple of days ago, got a job with a modelling agency and figured I would work for some extra money until the modelling gigs kick in" you explained, looking at his from the corner of your eye to see his wide eyes when you mentioned being a model.

"With a face as beautiful as yours, figured you were a model of some sort. Nobody would pass on someone as pretty as you"

You blushed again, thankful that the shop was almost empty and people couldn't see you falling apart just from talking to the man.

"Do you flirt with every barista you meet, Mr. Norris?" you teased, pouring the drink into a to-go cup.

"Just the insanely pretty ones"

You chuckled and shook your head, taking the sharpie in your hand to write his name on the cup. As soon as you wrote his name, your hand moved on its own, scribbling your phone number underneath and the message 'call me <3' next to it.

Biting your lip, you gave him the drink with a smile, biding your goodbyes.

"I'll see you around, Y/N" he said, looking at your name tag.

"Okay" was all you could say, your mind too fuzzy to come up with a better response.

He turned around just before he exited the cafe, winking at you before departing.

What the hell had just happened?

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Much to your disappointment, a couple of days had gone by without a single text from the driver.

You hadn't thought much of it, way too busy with unpacking and such to even think about your encounter. It was our friend who kept asking you about it, going out of her mind when you mentioned you had given your number to an F1 driver.

"Y/N, come here, you left me all alone" Samantha, your friend, called out for you from the living room.

You sighed, unwillingly getting out of your very comfortable position on your bed and walked into the living room.

Not even paying attention to what Samantha was doing, you fell on the couch face first, your sore limbs tired from the short walk from the bedroom to the living room.

"I was very comfortable in bed, thank you very much" you mumbled, but Samantha paid you no mind.

She knew how grumpy you got in the evenings, so she had learned to ignore your comments in such instances.

"Has he texted you yet?" she asked, making you glare at her.

"I don't know how many times you've already asked me that and how many times I've given you the exact same answer. No, he hasn't" you grumbled, hiding your face in your pillow.

Samantha hummed, casting a sneaky glance to her phone.

"But like what exactly happened?" she pressed, making you sigh.

"It's not that interesting of a story. He came in the coffee shop, ordered a drink, we flirted a little and then I wrote my number on his cup" you explained once again, and unbeknownst to you, your fans were going wild over the information they had just heard.

Samantha almost wanted to laugh when she saw the dozens of comments flooding in, calling Lando the "mysterious café boy" that hadn't texted you.

"If I were him, I would have texted you the minute I walked out" she defended, making you sigh.

"But you're not him. There are numerous reasons that could explain why he hasn't texted me, he's a busy guy, Samantha" you defended, getting up from the couch to head back to your bedroom, so done with the conversation.

Samantha waited until the door was closed before switching her attention back to her phone.

"And there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Our girl is finally finding love" she giggled, clapping her hands.

If only Lando would have the courage to make the first step.

♡♡♡♡♡

You had always been a fan of Formula 1, you got that from your father. He would always bring you with him to races when you were younger, and his love and admiration was passed onto you from a very young age.

However, you hadn't attended a race in a while, you hadn't had the opportunity or the time to go to one.

Until now.

McLaren had contacted you a couple of days before the Silverstone Grand Prix, inviting you as their VIP guest for the weekend. And who were you to refuse a weekend with the team of the guy you were crushing on?

That's how you found yourself walking towards the McLaren hospitality, bag clutched tightly in your hand as you approached the brightly papaya colored building.

Sighing with a smile on your face, you had just put your hand on the handle when the door opened from the inside and Lando stepped out, stopping in his tracks when he saw you in front of him.

The both of you froze, not knowing how to react. The first one to break the tension was Lando, who smiled at you widely.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see" he said, making you chuckle and nod.

"Yeah"

He nodded, and silence settled for a split second between the two of you before he spoke up.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't text you. I saw your number, even saved it in my phone and was meaning to say something. I was just too nervous to screw things up, cause I really like you" he confessed, making your heartbeat quicken significantly.

Your eyes widened, and relief finally settled into your troubled mind. There had been so many thoughts and theories in your head about why he hadn't contacted you. Maybe you had misread the situation, maybe he wasn't interested, maybe he didn't see your number written next to his name, countless possibilities had been swirling around in your head.

But now, you were finally content. He was just nervous, bless his heart. If you were being fair, you would have been way too nervous to contact him if the roles had been reversed.

"Don't worry, it's okay" you reassured him, which made Lando feel better.

"I want to make it up to you. How about dinner tonight? My treat, I'll show you around the city" he suggested, his eyes full of hope.

You couldn't possibly deny him, so you found yourself nodding.

"Great" he smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek before departing towards the garage.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile.

He hadn't forgotten you after all.

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Hi. I definitely felt refreshed reading your hard stance and information on ai in your pinned, but irrelevant to that, I only found your blog today and I feel like I missed something with AI and whumptober. Can I learn about that? I hope my language makes sense.

In the late summer of 2023, an anonymous user asked the Whumptober blog if AI-generated content would be allowed for the event. This anon did not come from any of us, nor do we know who originally send this ask, but one of us did see Whumptober's response which kickstarted this entire thing.

Whumptober responded that they would not be disallowing AI because they "do not want to police how other people create things" and "didn't want to exclude anybody" but that they would "discourage" AI-generated content "because it feels like cheating" (all direct quotes).

Myself, the other mods, and several more people, were very disappointed in this stance. several of us started replying to the post and got into a back-and-forth with the Whumptober mods about why AI-generated content is harmful and bad. These posts and replies have since been mostly deleted by the Whumptober blog, nor do we want to rehash the entire thing, but some of the stances that Whumptober took that really rubbed us wrong were (again with direct quotes):

"AI-generated content is not art theft". When pointed out that these sorts of applications very much scrape content without consent, Whumptober claimed that it's the AI that steals then, not the person who uses the AI. They also claimed that since the AI already scraped the content, you "might as well use it", that defending against AI scraping is "going down on an already burning hill" and that "if you don't want your content scraped/stolen, just don't post it online". We found these very concerning statements from an event made by and for creators.

"AI-generated content is a fandom issue and nobody in the real world is harmed by it". This is, obviously, factually incorrect. When we pointed out real creators in many creative industries are being hit hard because of AI-generation, they said "that's capitalism's fault, not AI-generation" (???) and they also told us to "touch grass".

"These sort of AIs are an accessibility tool for the disabled, so disliking them is ableism". Again, this is incorrect. They tried to liken it to predictive text or spell check. We pointed out that there's a vast difference between those machine learning tools and actually generative AI that subsides on scraped content. We said disabled people (many of whom were involved in the back-and-forth) are sick of being used as a strawman by tech bros. They then said "real disabled people probably feel differently" which was a slap in the face, and honestly the thing that still is the most horrible to me about this whole thing.

This is the point where Whumptober started to block a bunch of us and delete asks/replies. They made a post that falsely made it seem like we were harassing and bullying them for saying that they "couldn't check every single entry for AI-generated content". We pointed out multiple times that we absolutely did not expect them to, since we're very aware that with the size of the Whumptober event, it would be impossible. We'd just like them to say 'AI-generated content is not allowed and it's art theft' but apparently they didn't want to.

After this one of the mods DMed me and asked me to send them some resources on why AI-generated content and scraping AI is bad, so they could educate themselves. We spent several minutes collecting sources (some linked in our pinned). They said the Whumptober mods would read them, and then come to a standpoint. But then within less than a minute of us sending the links, they deleted the remaining posts involved in the debate, and just told us they were sticking to their standpoint that "We will not police how people create things, we'll just discourage people by not reblogging it". They also added to their pinned that they won't ever respond to any asks about AI-generated content again. So that was that.

Somewhere during the argument, the Whumptober mods told us that if we disliked their stance so much, we should just make our own event. So we did.

(Edit to add: regardless on if whumptober does change their policy, we never received any sort of acknowledgement or apology of the above and we will keep running this event for whoever wants to.)

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“parting gift.” rantaro amami + reader

cw: teacher/student [afab reader w/ gender neutral pronouns]

- mod phenomena

Another day after school. It was pretty normal for you to stick around campus. Today you were meeting with your math tutor, Rantaro Amami. (he always corrected you when you called him by his first name.) He was your tutor after all. That was it. You met on certain days, but he had asked for you to come to see him that afternoon. Usually, you'd meet in the campus library, but that day had a change of scenery. It's not that you minded or anything. You always looked forward to seeing him. (even if math was never your strong suit.) You paused right by the classroom door, gripping your cross bag.

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"There you are," Rantaro acknowledged your presence but hadn't looked up from the teacher's desk yet. "I was starting to think you were flaking out on me." He softly laughed to himself, finally lifting his head up to see you. "You wouldn't do that to your big brother .. would you?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was teasing you or not. "No way." You shook your head, giving in the contagious smile on his face. "Cmon , Cmon - I was just thinking about you." He waved you over, pushing himself out from the teacher's desk. (casually borrowing the computer chair.) "Yeah? Is that why you wanted to meet today?" You asked, making your way over to him. "You're a smart one, you know that? Taking the words right out my mouth."

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You made yourself comfortable in an empty desk, pulling your math book out of your bag. You weren't sure that you had much left to do, being close to summer break and all. "Would you look at that?" Rantaro pushed your workbook towards you, "You've finished your assignments .."

"You did a good job too! I'm impressed." He definitely sounded that way, such a carefree face staring back at you. "I shouldn't be though." He flipped to the first page, only to close it. "I always knew you had it in you! You did so good!" He continued, getting you a bit flustered with the compliments. "That's why you're my favourite." He added, sincere with those words. You glanced down at your book, knowing how hard it was for him to teach you long division. (he enjoyed it though.) "Do you really mean that?" You questioned, glancing back up at him. "I wouldn't say that stuff if I didn't mean it." He assured you, "I really care about you-" He paused, leaning over the desk. "If you weren't my student, I'd probably be crushing on you." He confessed, watching your cheeks smother a blotchy red. Before you could think of something to say, he was already grinning.

"I'm just joking! You do mean something to me though. After all this time of being your tutor .. I think you've grown on me." He spoke with confidence, no hesitation in those words. While also sounding so condescending. "It's rough but.." He sighed, looking away from you. (was it hard to say it to your face?) "This is my last day here." He glanced back at you, struggling to meet your eyes. "Your last day? What do you mean? So-You .. You're leaving?!" You could've jumped right out of your seat when hearing that. "Woah there! It's-It's alright." He reached out to take one of your hands. "This is kinda embarrassing." He scoffed, placing his fingers over your knuckles. "It isn't like I want to. It's selfish of me. I just .. I can't stay here any longer." He sighed, rubbing his thumb past the top of your hand. (self-soothing?) "I don't want to hurt you, I want to protect you, but I know I can't do that."

"Of course you can, Rantaro! You've gotten me this far! And-And I'll miss you so much!" You pouted, the fingers beneath his grew shaky. "Oh .. C'mon .." His free hand moved to your cheek, "Don't start crying over me." He tried consoling you, sweeping those stray tears off your face. Surely, the metal of his rings were cool against your warm skin. "I'll miss my star student too." He let out a breath, tilting his head towards you. "Listen," He pressed those fingers against your face, half-holding you there. "You mean so much to me. From the first day we met I saw something in you. Something everyone else here lacks. Mhm." He nodded.

"I still do, you know?" He began, "You mean a lot to me. More than I'd like to admit." He paused. "I shouldn't be saying this out loud. It's kinda embarrassing to talk about this with you." He said, losing you there. (not to mention, his favourite student.) He sounded nervous. You always saw Rantaro to be straightforward and confident in his words. You sniffled, "What is it?" You asked, noticing his demeanor. There was something he wasn't letting out. Maybe if you stared hard enough at him you'd understand. Everyone else around you knew it. Your own tutor was into you. Hard.  (a like? a love?)

It felt weird. Maybe that's why he never told you. It's now or never. "You're probably wondering why I wanted to see you today, aren't you?" Rantaro stood up, staring down at your seated position. You nodded, flustered at this endeavor. He was attractive for a tutor .. and his voice always made you feel weird. "I wanted to give you something to remember me by." He straightened his figure up with a smile. "You are my favourite after all. Always doing so well with me." He placed a hand on your head, rustling your hair. "Now that I think about it, It'll help me remember you too." He slid that hand down the side of your face, moving it up to look at him. "Don't worry! It isn't like I'd ever forget my favourite student." He smiled, patting your cheek. You couldn't help but smile through your bittersweet emotions! He was so kind to you. Was it more than that? Oh fuck. Now you were thinking about it. You weren't like those tumblr girls who crushed on their teachers. Were you? "Did you get me something?" You eagerly asked, hoping he had gotten you a farewell present.

He brushed his fingers off your cheek, staring down at you with a look you hadn't really seen before. "...Something like that."

"Could you stand up for me? You trust your big brother, don't you?" He asked, taking a step or two back. "Uhmn .." You sounded nervous. Was it a surprise? You didn't particularly like those. "Hey, It's alright. I totally understand if you're nervous." His gaze followed your movements from the desk, stopping right in front of him. (you'd have to look up at him, surely he was a few inches taller than you.) 

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"This is kinda silly, Rantaro." You hesitantly listened, getting down on your knees. "I didn't exactly have the chance to .. Spring this on you." He spoke, lifting his shirt up enough to show the skin of his belly. "This is something people do to feel close. I .. I won't forget you after that." He stared down at you, brushing those fingers down to his waistband. "You don't have to worry." He paused, "It's your call." He said, awaiting your response. Such hard-to-read eyes staring down at you! (normally he wouldn't do this out of the blue -!! but now or later?)  You aimlessly watched as he tugged his pants and bottoms down, just enough to free his restless cock. (for you.) You paused, seemingly nervous to have his sex just before you. (you didn't know what to do!) You weren't sure what to do with your hands. Thankfully, he guided you to place them on his hips.

"There you go .." He hummed in satisfaction, letting his fingers linger over yours. He glanced down at your anxious face. (you had never done this before! should you tell him that? no. he would figure it out on his own.) "Don't look so nervous .. It's just me." Rantaro lowered his tone at the end of his sentence, but it still felt welcoming. "Uh huh.." You stifled out, barely moving your mouth towards the tip of his cock. You weren't exactly sure where to start though. (he noticed that,)  "Here," You felt his hand gently tussle the back of your head.  "Do you need help?" You'd hear his voice from above you. "Nmnm-" You hummed out, allowing him to nudge your head in further towards him. "Cmon. Can you say 'aah' for me?" He asked. You nodded, following that lead.

You'd feel the tip of his dick push past your lips, such an unfamiliar sensation. The pressure on the back of your head was gentle, with fingers carefully intertwining into your hair. (his rings indefinitely pressing against your head. much cooler than his warm cock prodding down your throat.) "Mhm. There you go .." He encouraged, carefully guiding your mouth further down his length. It was slow at first, just barely sliding inch by inch into your tight throat. "Ah?-It's not so bad, is it?" Rantaro asked, staring down at you. Such a nonchalant question!  You couldn't speak, only getting out an 'Nnmnm' At that movement, you'd cautiously find a grasp around his hips, doing your best with him. Doing your best with his cock filling your throat inch by inch, hitting that thick saliva that resided at the back.

Rantaro slowly began drawing your mouth from his dick, followed by a passive scrunch of his nose. "Careful there! .. Aha-Ahmn .. " He cleared his throat, caught between the smooth feeling of your mouth on his dick, and: "Ah-Watch your teeth, sweetheart," He advised, though a little amused by your inexperience. If you were able to you'd apologize. "That's fine! You're doing good!" He smiled, slowly guiding that sweet mouth of yours back down his cock.

He didn't necessarily enjoy seeing your discomfort, but the squeezes around him each time he prodded at the back of your throat felt so good. "Well  .. Look at that .." His breath seemed to quiver at the end of his sentence, tugging your hair back. "You're doing amazing," He laughed, ducking his head down further, partially jerking his hips against your mouth.

At this point, you somewhat had the hang of it. Drawing your mouth up and down his shaft, taking sharp breaths in your nose each time he'd jut his hips a little; little twitches and throbs prodded in your throat. "You're taking this so well," He praised, letting you take more control. (your noises were muffled by your full throat, and you'd be taunted by the pulses of him.) Each time he spoke, you'd blink hard. Glancing up at his craned-down head. Stray locks close to the colour of green tea had fallen past his face, with low (yet audible.) groans. He felt so burning hot and full in your throat!

Each careful grind against your face felt harder with each lathered pulse inside your throat. Rantaro wasn't too vocal, but the tugs of your hair and throbs were more than enough to know how close he was. The jingling of his bracelets were almost as loud as he was. He gasped, a particularly whiny groan emitted from his throat, and one last staggering pump against your face, just as his twitching hips and swollen cock released into your throat.

Rantaro's breathy pants filled the empty classroom, heaving hitched breaths when coming down from his high. "Would you look at that .." He guffawed, slowly pulling your mouth from his cock.

You weren't really sure what to do. Excess jizz and saliva dribbled down your chin when popping your mouth off. What a sight to see. "You did so well for me, sweetheart." He smiled, wiping your lips off against the back of his hand. "Oh!-Does it hurt?" He asked, crouching down to your level. You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "Good." He sounded satisfied, patting your precious head. "Let's try something else, alright?" He asked, carefully helping you up from the tile. (the only thing sore would be your knees the next day.) You nodded, letting him guide you back to the desk this had all started. You let him hoist you up onto the desk.

Rantaro (carefully.) pressed your belly down, leaving your back to lay against scattered papers. "There we go, Just like that .." He pushed your thighs apart, sliding his fingers up your hips. "Hmn. You're tense," He paused, flickering his eyes up to your face. "It's just me, you know. There's nobody here but us." He lowered his tone, rubbing those fingers up to the waistband of your bottoms. "Mmkay." You nodded, only nervous from inexperience! Especially with your teacher? You never really expected this. You had to remind yourself it was just him. You'd known Rantaro for a while. But never like this. Had he always liked you this way?

Your breaths were short and quick, focusing on steady fingers tugging your bottoms down. "Hey .. It's alright." He sounded pretty calm, which eased your nerves. You were full of anticipation and excitement, but your core was drooling with debauched optimism. (as he would soon notice.) Those fingers slid them down your legs, allowing your bare cunt to be exposed to him. A quiet breath from him, and he was pushing the fabric of your skirt up your naval, exposing your cunt just enough as he needed it to be. "You don't mind a warm-up, do you?" He asked, pressing his fingers against your warm cunt. "I'm not one for exercise - But I don't see a problem with this," He leaned over you, slowly beginning to work his fingers on you. It felt .. weird at first. It didn't take long for your hips to begin squirming under the friction. "See? It's not too bad.." He uttered, gliding his fingers against your entrance.

"-Just can't wait, can you?" He teased, glancing up at you. Alluring green eyes burned into yours, with two digits pushing right inside of you. "Ah-!" You gasped out, twitching at the feeling. "Huh .. I didn't know I'd be the one. Plain old Amami?" He entertained himself with his own words, carefully pumping those two digits into your cunt. "Has anyone touched you here? Or am I the first?" He asked, each pump pushing deeper into you. "Jus-Just you.." You confessed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Surely this would bring you two closer! "That's really something, you know that?" He cocked his head to the side, sliding those arousal-drenched fingers out. (enough friction to leave little throbs within you.) "Uh-Uh huh.." You got out those words, leaning your head back against ungraded assignments.

You hadn't even thought of the whole public area thing. What if someone comes in?  "Wait-Rantaro!-" You sat up, glancing at his palms on your pelvic bones. "What if .. What if someone comes in?" You whispered, suddenly fearful of that possibility. He sighed, brushing his fingers past your inner thighs. "It sure is risky." He agreed with you there. (though didn't pause any movements.) "Alright, Alright.." He lifted his hands off of you in defeat. "Don't worry about it." He whispered back. "You're safe with me. I won't go around telling anyone." He placed his hands back against your hips, nudging them to line up with his own.

What kind of scene would that be? Someone knowing you got fucked by your math tutor?! Oh, Jesus. Why did the thought kinda turn you on?  He said your name, which caught your attention. "Hey," He leaned over you, fingers gliding up your belly. "Relax for me-" He calmly asked you, glancing back down to your pelvis. You hummed in response, anticipating what you knew was coming next. You'd feel the head of his cock tease your entrance, feeling how his pre-cum was cool from the air exposure. Though his skin was nowhere near cold.

Rantaro slowly sheathed himself into your entrance with a careful movement, gaining a sharp breath from you. "Deep breaths, alright?" He glanced at you, taking your red cheeks and slightly contorted expression. You nodded, thighs trembling beneath one of his hands. "Nice and slow .." He eased himself in inch by careful inch. "You're doing good," He let out a breath, looking back down to himself smoothly filling you up. "Hnm. You okay?"

You hummed out an "Nnmnm." - Focusing on the grasps of his fingers and the careful friction that was starting to feel - good! "Thahts -Perfect." He grunted, pulling your hips against his. With his next slick draw of his hips, his fingers held one of your thighs open, keeping the other glued to your hip. (grasping for dear life.) "You're so .. Warm-" He praised you, leaning over you.

You squeezed around Rantaro wonderfully. "Look at that," He grunted, jerking his hips with a harder maneuver than before. "You're taking it like a pro! Just like the good girl you are!-" He pumped into you further, hard enough that your back would slide up against the desk. "Fuck-! Rantaro-!" You gasped out, fuck! Those movements were hitting you just in the right spot. Right where your fluids would mix and the exposed skin of his hips would rub against yours. "You -You're calling me that?" He panted out, a bit dejected.  Surely he wasn't completely used to hearing his first name come out of that pretty mouth of yours. "I-Imnm sorryy-" You choked out between little noises, those hard throbs were fucking you raw! Fucking you in such a messy manner by now. Completely losing the gentle composure before.

Every movement felt better than the last. You'd push your hips against him; allowing him to lift your ass up as much as he could. Any manner in which he could grind into your cunt in the best places. "Look at .. how good you're doing, sweetheart." He groaned out, inevitably leaving red blotches against your hips. You were feeling so blissful, you had completely forgotten the situation. All you knew was how full you felt, how you felt his pulses prod into cunt. Sheathing hard enough you'd feel it in your belly?!  Rantaro's quiet sounds grew more breathy and low with each pump - practically in rhythm with every thrust. "Nnhmn-!" You whined out, feeling so weird! Weirder than before. "Auh-Rantaro-o-" You choked out his name, (sweet noises!) He could feel how you were squeezing around his cock, contractions edging you onto a rough release.

You'd feel his fingers glide against your cunt, right where he had touched you before. This confused you - both feelings at once was so much! Your whimpers could've been heard from the hall by now. Poor cunt squeezing and pulsing against his fingers, and around his shaft. "-You like that?" He asked, fingers working against your clit, with sweet pumps inside of you. "Mhmnm!" You responded, so close! So close! "You like it when I touch you, huh?" He asked, quite surprised he could get you off like this.  Surely he wasn't anyone special. Whines of his name with a lengthened vowel. "Gonna cumnnn-" You gasped out - fulfilling that announcement, The rough release of your own throbs squeezed around him - such blissful throbs and lewd sounds as his thrusts didn't stop. (Overstimulation?) His fingers kept rubbing against your pulsing clit -

An exhausted groan - and you'd feel Rantaro's own release completely pulse and fill your sore cunt up.

You both stayed there for a moment, sweaty bodies panting and trembling. (oh my!) "You did great-" He laughed, sweeping away stray hairs that had stuck to your flustered face. "I - I should take you with me." His chest heaved over you, having second thoughts after this encounter. "Really-?" You were in no state for a serious conversation. "Mhm. How about that? Huh - We could do this again. Anywhere we want." He pulled himself off of you, carefully sitting you up on the desk. "Partner." He smiled, patting your sweaty face.

[basil-the-scorned]

Streaming Live

For Flufftober Day 6: Mistaken Identity @flufftober

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Pairing: Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy

Rating: G

AN: This just came out of nowhere, and I love it! Also on ao3 if you want to read it that way

Waking up in the middle of the night could mean multiple things. Poor sleep, a terrible thirst for any kind of liquid, or just a bad sleep schedule. For Kip, he had the belief of it meaning that something was about to happen. He could easily blame a lot of binge watching horror movies for that, but so far the few times he have woken up in the middle of the night has been eventful before the day actually even started.

So when he slowly opened his eyes and was surrounded by darkness, he knew something was about to happen. He just didn’t know what yet, not until he heard the buzz of his phone.

Stretching, he blindly grabbed it from the nightstand and flopped it on his stomach. He pressed the button on the side and squinted as the light came through showing a few notifications. Some texts, a Youtube recommendation, Twitch stream from-

‘TheKipSabian is live! Come join!’

Wait. 

Kip blinked, then blinked again. He rubbed his eyes hard enough for some stars to come through, and looked at the notification again. That was his name, and the Twitch notification, but Kip was currently in the bed. He was also currently putting his focus in the ring to not be streaming as much as he used to. 

He might have swiped a bit too hard on his screen to open his phone. The red number on his texts were growing, and he clicked to see his mod’s last message in bold. Not good, not good at all. Who was even streaming on there? Kip dared to click on the mod, and more messages popped up. All in caps, even better.

‘KIP WTF?’  ‘LOL THIS IS WILD’ ‘WHAT IS HAPPENING’ ‘KIP!’ 

That last message felt like a sign. Kip decides to text back, a bit less caps. ‘mmm up, whet’s happening?’  

Seconds later, a couple of texts came back. Way less caps. ‘You’re good lol’ ‘Nothing serious. Might want to go into stream room.’ That calms his nerves a bit, but he still was very nervous about whatever he might walk into. He turns over to the other side of the bed, prepared to see his partner very awake and annoyed. 

Instead, he just saw an empty space save for a pillow. The gears in his head moved enough for him to piece what definitely might have happened.

Because like him, the person missing from the other side wakes up in the middle of the night as well sometimes. Except this was more due to many naps taken during the day making him having a shitty sleep schedule sometimes. 

He finally clicked on the notification that had his stream name and sure enough, there on the screen was a game that sat in his computer and didn't play as much. Not as much as the blond on the screen now, who made Kip run a hand through his hair in disbelief.

So began Kip’s very short journey, the darkness no match for his memory of his own house. The smooth counter in the kitchen, the many doors with cold handles, that one corner that still gets him in the foot no matter how many times he tries to avoid it.

There have been nights where after waking up  spelt danger, caused by thoughts that laid still during the day to suddenly come to life. The journey he was following now was one that was in the past full of fear, of dread crept in out of nowhere. The only thing that would calm him down was memorizing the layout of the place, how each thing was when no daylight was shining against it.

For once, that dread was nowhere to be found on this walk. Not even when he finally reached the  neon lights that usually be shut up in the room. 

His arm was on the desk, the video Kip sees on his phone showing him with his sunglasses on his face but pushed down enough to see tired eyes. The perfect opportunity to sneak upon his own damn chair, not even caring if the chat suddenly got a bit more active as soon as he saw himself coming.

He could hear Orange’s voice, softly talking about something while the game’s poker like music played on. And he had a good want to spin the chair around mid-sentence, causing a bit of ruckus. But it’s past midnight, and that rush he got before left him the more he calmed down. So his hand instead moved to Orange’s arm, who jumped back from where he was.

Startled blue eyes looked at him, only for Orange to relax once he was it was just Kip rubbing his arm. “Something happened?”

“Mmm, just my mod telling me I’m streaming for some reason.” 

[joannes-journal]

Smoking Gun - Entry #3

CW: Violence, Injury, Sleep Deprived MOD w/ Grammarly as Beta Reader

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I shot a kid.

No, not a kid. She's half my age, and I feel horrible. It looked eerily similar to the stranger in the park the other day. Anyway, after I knocked on the door, I heard shouting. On instinct, I seized my shotgun out of my holster and blasted the lock off the door. That was where I went wrong.

On the other side of the door was someone I would soon learn to be called Frost. She sat on the ground, and my slug hit it in the back. I didn't realize I had shot someone until a bit later.

I've been up against many monsters, from hellhounds to those cannibalistic deer-headed monsters. But I was at a loss for words.

8-foot-2 and covered in pitch-black fur, a terror stood in the living room. "GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS TO KINGDOM COME!" It didn't budge, even when I shot it. It seemed like hours; we stood there, lobbing insults at this thing. At one point, I pitched an open container of salt at it, which did nothing. I even tried jumping on it and stabbing it.

The creature threw me off, and I landed on my arm, hearing a loud pop. DAMMIT! Not again!

It was after a young girl in the group. I watched as she floated in a magical bubble and a state of near death. She almost looked peaceful, like she froze in time. They needed her to wake up. I skimmed around, looking for something that would help us. My eyes had landed on a monumental figure shrouded in white fur. Oh, my Gods. Could it be? I recognized my old friend. I knew it was them. I didn't need to think twice.

DISC0RD had been lying unconscious on the ground, missing both antlers (I later found out Frost had gotten violent and ripped one of them off). Grabbing a flashlight, I tried to wake them up. As the light flickered in its eyes, they groggily turned to me, not recognizing me. "GET IN HER HEAD. WAKE HER UP!" It passed back out, and the room turned hazy. They had projected themself out of their body and onto the plane of dreams, trying to wake the girl up. She still wouldn't budge. DISC0RD jumped back into their body, finally waking up from their unconscious state.

It saw me and knocked me over in an embrace, tight enough to almost crack a few ribs. They sobbed into my shirt, mumbling about something. After a while, it stopped. I can't recall what the smokey monster said, but DISC0RD looked at me, implying they had an idea without saying it. I watched the rabbit-like entity bounce out the front door and make a beeline to Hollow Grove. The next thing I knew, the smoke monster left.

Everything had been fine for a couple of days. DISC0RD came back, beaten and bloodied, allegedly ambushed on the way back by the same spindly fuck that separated us. It came back with new information. Information that caused the girl (who I learned to be called Xia) to become defensive. As if I didn't know enough gods already-

"XIA'S A G0D WH0 C0ULD D3L3T3 TH3 W0RLD AT ANY GIV3N M0M3NT. H3R AND RAV3N AR3 LINK3D THR0GH SM0K3." DISC0RD sat down, holding a spot on its face where blood seeped into its fur. "IT SH0ULDN'T CHANG3 H0W W3 S33 H3R."

I had gone back to Hollow Grove; my boss had called me wanting to meet me in the graveyard tomorrow. My arm was throbbing despite the painkillers…did I thank Frost for popping it back in place?

As the door opened, the smell of lasagna hit me, filling me with nostalgia. Raven apologized for the mess in the tower, but I didn't care. I explained how I needed to be walked to the graveyard in the morning to meet my boss, Bifrons.

"Oh…is he nice?"

"Well…" He did help me hide my kids from a creature almost as bad as Smoke. Which was what I told them. They seemed confused, so I explained what I could.

He shifted, "Oh, yeah, I know about it. Smoke mentioned him."

WHAT?! He explained how, the other night after DISC0RD left, Smoke said something about "something else getting DISC0RD". So, Smoke's working with that spindly fuck?

The next day, he walked me into the forest, and I met with Bifrons. He appeared as he usually did: through a mysterious door. Despite being one of the 72 demons mentioned in the Lesser Key of Solomon, Raven didn't seem startled, especially when he gave Raven a rock (classic Bifrons).

I wasn't prepared for what Bifrons told me. The faceless-fuck found my kids. I don't know how. Bifrons had been hiding them. Jackie had utilized the "Hidden Door" part of the contract with Bifrons, meaning they're hiding in a pocket dimension instead of just hiding in plain sight. So, they're safe, at least.

I had returned to Evan's place. It wasn't until Smoke came back while Xia and HABIT were out, once again demanding the kid. Jester, another who looked familiar, tried to say they were somewhere else. But Observer (Thousand-Eyes, as I've called him) and those fucking eyes gave it away.

As Smoke left the building, we chased him down, with me riding on DISC0RD's back. At the time, it was horrifying, but looking back on it, I can only imagine what it looked like to an outsider. A smokey-deer-looking monster getting chased by a woman riding a bigass rabbit, a guy with hundreds of eyes, a magical puppet guy, and someone with a camera (who I still can't believe I shot-)? I won't lie; I chuckle whenever I think about it.

I grabbed my grimoire and flipped to Bifrons' summoning page, spilling my blood on the ground. Slamming doors echoed through the trees as the sky turned the color of tar as we entered a clearing where HABIT and Xia stood.

A wooden door appeared, flying open. Bifrons stepped out, looking high and mighty, calling Smoke an...old friend? Oh no, please don't tell me-

As the beast turned to smoke and tried to leave, Bifrons lifted his hands, making a swift motion. Water evaporated from the ground and plants around us, forming a dome of holy water over everyone, including Smoke. A few months back, Bifrons mentioned this being the only way he could mess with holy water, even if his hands were stinging, like a severe sunburn. Still, it didn't deter him from his goal.

Smoke became angry, and I felt the air shift.

It contorted, shifting into its physical form and falling to the ground.

"WHATEVER YOU HAVE PLANNED, YOU BETTER HURRY. I CAN'T HOLD THE WATER TOO MUCH LONGER." Bifrons called out.

Observer tackled him, carving something into his body with a knife. Then, Xia went down, calling out in distress. What the hell? Evan broke through HABIT, hovering over Xia. Once the hundred-eyed entity backed off, I grabbed the Hellblade I had been working on. Damn, Hellhounds broke the last one I had. Luckily, Frost gave me the one she broke off of DISC0RD. With the antler weapon in my hand, I charged at Smoke, stabbing it in the torso a few times before falling off the beast and retreating.

"I CAN'T HOLD THE DOME ANY LONGER-" The water started to sprinkle down like rain. Bifrons ran towards Evan and Xia, grabbing them and teleporting away. Bifrons later told me he had gone to heal Xia, but Evan seemed terrified. DISC0RD ran after them, shifting into their goo-pile form and making a protective barrier around the trio, trying to comfort Evan.

But DISC0RD stopped. Frost and Jester had left to go after Raven, meaning if they went after Raven…and Raven and Xia are linked-

Everyone had settled back in the house; Bifrons had left for one reason or another and Observer had pushed himself pretty far. But Jester was acting strange. DISC0RD noticed and began growling. Oh fuck, did Smoke follow us? I stood between Jester and Xia, shielding the girl from him. The hellblade was sitting on the table, with Xia being closest to it.

I wouldn't be able to reach and push anyone away at the same time, "Xia, hand me the blade, you're closest to it." She was too busy talking to Evan, dammit!... Wait-...oh, right. IDOL, Jester's puppeteer, had taken over for a while. Smoke wasn't in Jester. Good...too much was going on, I couldn't think.

The smell of smoke was still strong, I suppose Smoke didn't leave us. Xia had grabbed the blade, keeping it on her for a bit before handing it back to me, not trusting herself with it. DISC0RD had left not too long after to patrol the neighborhood and look after the kids in the area.

The next day...Smoke reappeared.

I tried using Loki or Hermes' phone number to bribe him. Why mess with Xia when he could mess with Loki? Or Hermes? Evan seemed surprised. I was about to explain how I knew their numbers because of my first husband, the twins' dad, but I paused.

They shouldn't know about Abaddon. Not yet, anyway. And if Smoke knew...what if he tried to use it against me?

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[hollowfaith]

1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

QUESTIONS FOR MUN

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play?

ughhhh this is hard...im gonna cheat and go for nostalgia ok

although i think i missed the mark with her muse in some places i have a special fondness for dahlia hawthorne and her specific brand of caustic sarcasm.

i don't think i've ever come up with so many different creative insults during her runtime...also she had the neatest mix of relationships with random muses, not just in AA cast (tho i remember her tormenting at least 3 different feenies??) but beyond, notably izaya and edward cullen comes to mind.

i also really liked my run as kasen kanesada because he's a very lyrical sword (or at least works hard to cultivate that image) so i had to express that in writing and ended up having a lot of fun doing flowery replies and making up poetry and generally going big ham. (it did take a lot of mental energy though so i started losing steam later on.)

i remember he had a thread with FGO Shakespeare that was pretty nice cause we got to be nerdy and talk about eastern/western literature lolololol, then for his challenge he had to kill like 5 ppl in 24 hours so i actually got 5 volunteers to get decapitated and RP'd mini threads with them all, which was wild (and again a very, very random mix of muses including X-Files Fox Mulder)

i didn't RP OCs back then but i like them a lot now too! the lack of art is an unfortunate reality but the amount of customization you get in exchange...so powerful.

5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse?

stupid guy won't just kiss klaus and marry him that would solve 99% of their problems hey klaus are u listening u need to seduce this idiot or something so his brain has nothing but u all day to keep him out of mischief hey hey klaus

ahem

also his unspoken obligation to be lawful good (in his POV) really limits his ability to "act out," so sometimes i need to find different ways to de-escalate situations before he hits moral event horizon. you know, flattery and adoration goes a long way in wrapping him around your finger, i'm surprised more people don't try (i guess they can't stand him long enough to get there lol)

7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote?

i remember answering this question on another meme maybe...?

there's a more accurate answer now: pre-tumblr, i remember RPing a Lopmon on some digimon forum once upon a time. also remember the mod that was RPing with me called me out for "slight godmodding" because i was describing how my digimon was crossing a bridge and apparently that was taking things too much into my own hands LOLOL

8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you?

i've started written novels but i haven't finished any except for like, a couple of original oneshots. technically Veoc is a supporting character/love interest (spoilers: he's not the canon pairing) in a sci-fi story where i have the general plot laid out but y'know, actually writing it is... *flops down*

9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past?

i definitely wrote more in the past but i've slowed down to a trickle since then. uhhhh i want to start up again, maybe with drabbles/oneshots, but i need to catch up on canon first before i try to do the characters justice

10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple?

god a part of me regrets giving Aury his fancy brackets b/c i have to copy/paste that thing in every reply

so yeah i am never doing that again i just wanna open up a post and type my reply and be done with it, bless.

same with icons as long as they show a face and expression (or even body part) im happy wheee i've got plots to write

11. When did you start roleplaying?

i can't remember...gotta be probably early to mid high school cause i didn't know RP existed back then

12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr?

forums, emails, tried a LJ group but my app got rejected so i didn't even get in (ROFL), tumblr has been the most stable medium with most long-term interactions though

[casualtydept]

thinking very hard about the unused skull face audio just sitting in the files. and rambling about them below.

people use these to prove there was a cut boss fight but if you go in the game script all the hurt sounds etc are actually part of a list of generic sounds used for prisoners/anyone you can carry around on your back (so quiet, code talker, even ocelot all have the same basic lines in there although i haven't checked if they were recorded)

that still doesn't really answer the question of Why or Where these were supposed to be used, or my own burning question of why they didn't let me inflict more suffering on him for my own amusement but a boss fight this is not.

weirdly he doesn't have any lines for being lifted onto snake's shoulder or jostled around while running which all the other characters have so it seems you weren't allowed to pick him up and throw him around like a ragdoll for whatever reason. sad.

the other half are from a different version of the walk and talk section in mission 30, where you could apparently still access your weapons and use them to outright threaten him.

the "i haven't finished yet" and "you don't care what i have to say" lines were seemingly repurposed for the final build for when you refuse to follow him but from what i can tell from poking around in the code the rest go completely unused.

his soldiers do still have behaviour for killing you during this scene because i used infinite heaven to set an alert mode during the scene and they all immediately dogpiled me so there's That. i tried to see if he could take damage from the grenades they were throwing at me but unfortunately even with my health set to something absurd i just got stuck in BOSS THAT'S A SERIOUS INJURY mode and could do little but accept my fate.

i am a little sad we did miss out on getting to annoy him to the point of testing his patience, though.

if i had to guess the POW lines and the extra walk and talk lines would have both been part of the same scene - he does specifically have lines for throwing punches and being tranquilised so it's possible him turning his guards on you wasn't an instant kill and you could have some fun with him if you could manage it but i know no more than anyone else.

(edit: there is actually a "target dead" game over state if he dies still in the game suggesting you totally could just kill him if you wanted to)

in general if you go looking in the script a lot of things stand out to me as them just putting down everything they were even remotely considering (there's quiet speaking navajo as a buddy in there) so it's hard to know to what degree any of this was implemented, if at all.

(as a side note a long while back i took a lot of the unused hurt noises etc and made a little voice replacement mod to go along with the skull face player model mod which i should probably share sometime. i remember spending like 20 minutes knocking myself out with sleep grenades just to hear his little sleepy sounds <3)

[forbidding-souda]

not sure if this was done but Byakuya shuichi and hajime with a s/o who is a dancer? btw love ur acc sm i read them everyday🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Byakuya Togami, Shuichi Saihara, and Hajime Hinata with a S/O who is a dancer

hello i just got my tongue repierced and why is it 100% not as bad as I remember it being what

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-Mod Souda

✯✯✯✯✯

Byakuya Togami

✯ Long work days and complicated schedules are 100% more annoying to than they are to him. He doesn't mind the big intervals between moments spent with you, he likes the fact that you have a hectic schedule just like he, it makes him feel less guilty. He loves you just the same as he would if he saw you all day every day but this way is much easier on his strain. And think of it this way, with all the traveling you might do for your jobs, you would always have first class and the suites.

"Look at you," you keep your knuckles pressed into his palm. "You have more muscular hands." "Muscular hands?" He questions. "Yeah," you laugh. "Have you been typing more than usual? I thought you had an assistant for that." He looks away, leaning his head back and rolling his eyes. His dismissive attitude (in replacement of a snarky comeback) only makes you smile. You decide not to press him on it more as you continue stretching his hands, only doing it so you can convince him to do it for you later. He hates the fact that you had said that, because it is true, he has been typing more recently. It is only because he had been typing out emails detailing how much he misses your presence, but he is never sentimental enough to hit the send button.

✯ Does he come to any of your performances? No! Will he watch them if you show them to him? 100% yes, and he will devote all of his attention to those videos.

✯ But if it's ballet then he will go, and he will be even bringing some of his 'coworkers' to show you off.

✯ If he's missing you too much then he will join a live stream if he can.

✯ The public eye is a bit entertained by the pairing of you too. He is not a very physically active person nor does he seem the type to prefer being with one, so it is rather adorable and a bit motivating to see the two of you being so in love.

✯ Always has the most lovely meals for you to get up your good lifestyle, you need to get that extra energy in you to keep you going. Your own private chef should suffice.

✯ Oh, you were sponsored by a product so you can advertise their stuff? Well he's already bought hundreds of it so they can keep coming back.

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Shuichi Saihara

✯ He gets flustered watching you dance. Something about you being so confident in your abilities is alluring to him. He likes watching you from afar, he enjoys more than anything being able to see you in your element, free from shame and hesitance. You shine on a stage even when you're a backup dancer. In every commercial that you're in and every magazine you're on the cover of you have the most brilliant smile he has ever seen. He adores you. He almost worships you and your Talent.

He tries not to sound excited when he greets you from the door. The fact that he was waiting there in the first place kinda gives it away. He missed you a lot (which there is nothing wrong about). You drop your work-out bag and kick off your sweaty shoes before switching to your indoor ones. "Don't hug me yet," you say even though he really had no intention to. "I need to shower first." But he still waits for you to leave the shower before he even thinks about starting an actual conversation. He does feel a bit shy when it comes to bothering you when you have a schedule in your head. He knows how important schedules are to your career, and he might be overestimating the small ones. He didn't realize how much you missed him as well. You exit the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around you before you grab his face and start kissing all over it. His cheeks are burning pink and he feels as if he is suffocating, but it's in the best possible way.

✯ You help with stamina things. He is not very active so he has no idea what is an athletic person's limits and strengths when it comes to certain things a crime scene can intale. Your opinion matters to him.

✯ He is willing to learn some dances for you as a fun little exercise. He has a hard time saying no to you anyway so he'll always just magically end up in that predicament.

✯ He will come to your shows if you ask him to, plus he likes seeing you in-the-zone (it's one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

✯ The closet is 90% your clothes and that's fine with him, he doesn't own a lot of stuff anyway, and if he runs out it's not as if he's beyond just putting on one of your black shirts.

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Hajime Hinata

✯ Your talent is incredible beautiful to him. Not only is it beautiful, but it is also impressive. The amount of work you do and consistently is mind-boggling, he is not that much of a hard worker and he realizes this to a greater extent whenever he witnesses how hard you work. You put a lot of thought into your active lifestyle and ways you can benefit from everyday decisions in terms of being a dancer, like the things you eat and the amount of steps you take. He tends to find himself analyzing you. Is this what it takes to be the SHSL Dancer?

He is amazing and supportive even when it is inconvenient. He is resting in bed with his eyes closed, trying to sleep, but you just keep tossing and turning by his side. "What is it?" He groans, covering his eyes with his elbow. "My back is sore." Sleep on it, he almost says. A part of him wants to be considerate only do to the fact that you are annoying him, but instead, he feels like he should help you just because of the fact that you are in pain. He doesn't like seeing you in such a bad state. "Lay on your stomach real quick," he says. With a small slur of complaint, you still listens to what he says, and you keep your head on his side so you can watch him. He lazily makes your back fully accessible before digging his thumb into a small part of your upper back. You inhale. "Alright, alright!" He just smirks before he actually starts his massage.

✯ He doesn't like how many of your beauty/hair products you have in the bathroom. He is always knocking shit over. What do you need sunscreen moisturizer and anti-sweat dry shampoo for? Why do you have 10 different types of deodorant (and which one is his?)?

✯ If you are in public with him and start breaking out into dance he is walking away.

✯ Tbh with how much money you make he's probably making you pay for dinner.

[dayquil-nyquil]

May I request Izuku, Denki, and Tamaki (separate) when reader goes missing?

of course!! I'm gonna take some creative liberties and assume headcanons are ok but feel free to drop in another request if you want more <3 - mod nyquil (+mod dayquil who's writing for denki)

gn!reader

hcs, fluff

REQUESTS: OPEN

ok let's all stop pretending izuku and you don't share your location on yalls phones ok i know you do

but for the sake of these hcs, we'll pretend he forgot how to read or something and he doesn't know your location

at first he'd be none the wiser, just going about his day, thinking of you a lil bit here and there yknow wondering if he should ask you to hangout later

but then,,,,, he realizes 👁👄👁

he hasn't heard from you today which was ........ weird.......... since y'all text each other good morning everyday

so he texts you a little "hey :) how's your morning? I was just thinking about you :)" and when you don't respond for an hour or two, THEN he's like 🥸 uh oh

if he happens to already be hanging out with the deku squad irl he'll ask them if any of them heard from you

when they all say no, his heart drops into his stomach

he tries calling you once or twice but there's no answer

he immediately goes to the dorms and knocks on your door, to which there's no reply and there's no light coming from under the door

NOW izuku is PANICKING

he's blowing up his phone texting you and calling you all while running around campus like a headless chicken, narrowly avoiding bumping into people left and right

when all of the sudden- "oh hey izuku! :)"

could that be?

he looked up to see... YOU!!!!

you were walking toward him with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bag full of pastries in the other

poor izuku was floored he just stood there for a minute like :O and then, once he got a grip, was like "WHAT"

"what?"

"WHERE WERE YOU I WAS SO WORRIED" he's crying a little at this point, poor guy was really scared

"my phone wasn't plugged in last night so it died.. but I was out getting brunch :)"

"OH MY GOD"

you laughed as he engulfed you in a hug and peppered kisses all over your face

Denki is an idiot. A sweet, lovable idiot but an idiot nonetheless.

So when you didn't answer his routine facetime call, he felt his anxiety spike.

So much so, he short-circuited his own phone.

This caused him to panic even more because now he had absolutely no way to contact you.

The man barely remembered what he had for breakfast let alone how to get to your house without directions.

But for you, he'd cross the entire world to be by his stormcloud's side!

So the first thing he did was walk to your place of work.

After all, he was a gentleman and would walk you home from work every single day.

Admittedly, he was more focused on his cute little partner and their habits than how you both ended up at your house.

He steeled himself as he arrived at your work, it was time for thinking mode.

He could hear Sero's voice in his head warning him that if he thought about it too hard he'd short circuit.

It took him way longer than it really should've to get to your house, making about four wrong turns and having to stop to help an older woman cross the street.

He was a hero! He had to help her! Plus she thanked him with some of your favorite baked goods.

If you weren't dead he'd give them to you!

Your house looked untouched which he was relieved by, no one seemed to have broken in and kidnapped you!

He had a spare house key for your apartment but unfortunately in his panic, he left it at his own house.

So in a brilliant moment, he tried your window, and it simply popped open easily.

He'd have to get you better locks.

He jumped through your window and into your apartment.

This idiot really thought just breaking into your house would go over well.

You ended up hitting him with a bat you had just for safekeeping.

"Stormcloud, it's me your Denki darling! OW! STOP!"

"You idiot! Why're you breaking into my apartment! You have a key!"

"I forgot it and you weren't answering your phone so I panicked and broke mine!"

He saw you sigh and drop the bat, that was when he really got a good look at you. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sick. I was trying to sleep it off...I saw you called so I tried to call back but it went straight to voicemail."

"Sick?! Stormcloud, my love, why didn't you tell me! Get back to bed!"

You laughed fondly and crawled back into bed, as he fretted around you like a mother hen. Cooing at you fondly and giving you little kisses, "Denki? Cuddle?"

His face flushed and crawled under the covers beside you, wrapping you safely in his arms.

Thank god you were okay.

it was a normal beautiful day in the city,,, and tamaki was on patrol,,, ugh

he'd rather be at home with you!!! not out here!! especially after he already had to fight TWO big scary bad guys!!!!

all he wanted was to cuddle with you and make a blanket fort and binge anime, was that too much to ask?

while lost in thought, kirishima ran up and clapped him on the back "Hey suneater! Fatgum said you can leave early, I'm here to take over your route! :D"

GOD IS REAL

"ok!!! thank you kirishima, I'll see you soon :)" and with that, he was on his way to your house

on the walk over, tamaki whipped out his phone and texted that he was coming home early and couldn't wait to see you!! and then he tucked his phone back in his pocket

once he got to your house, he saw the lights were off and the door was wide open

all the red flags and alarms immediately started to go off in tamaki's head

he checked his phone and saw you replied to his texted nor read it

tamaki could feel the anxiety cold sweat beginning to cover his skin and his heart beat picked up, this was not good

he began calling you, crying a little bit, running around your house looking for you, crying some more, and sprinting around your neighborhood

at a loss of what to do since you were MIA, he ran back to HQ to see if he could find fatgum or kirishima for help

upon entering their base, he immediately heard voices and laughing

tamaki turned the corner and saw you talking with fatgum, who was juggling five donuts

"oh hey tama!! how are you? :)"

tamaki, speechless, blinked once and then crouched to the floor and put his head down

"tama, are you ok?"

tamaki nodded his head, still flat on the floor "oh my god, i thought you were dead. you weren't at home."

"tama, I wanted to surprise you at work but you weren't here!!"

tamaki slowly got back up and embraced you in a tight hug, his face pressed against your neck (still a little wet from the extreme sobbing)

"I was so scared, never do that again >:("

[k0kichiimagines]

Hi hi! Can I request Kokichi and a reader who has an eating disorder (anorexia actually) if you’re comfortable with writing? Like reader is always eating well when he’s around him, so he’s never suspicious but one day someone confronts him because the reader obviously has some problems? Again, I am sorry if this is too much to write and have a good day! <3

you may its not too much dont worry!! i might write another part to this with how he helps more as well

i hope youre doing okay anon <3

- mod kokichi

kokichi x reader

-> anorexic reader

cws : restrictive eating disorder, eating disorder behaviour, etc

word count : 1020 ish

you suspected he was going to take you to the new cafe that had opened up nearby. he'd clearly been staring at the place, and you had to agree that it seemed sweet for a date.

so now here you stood, scrolling through the menu, searching up calories. you were dressed and ready, you'd already looked through all of this and settled on the item that had both the least calories, but looked the most convincing. but maybe you'd missed something, maybe there was something that was fewer calories, something that wasn't as much. you hadn't even eaten your first meal of the day, not wanting to spend any of your limit. he would likely either drag you back to the building dice stayed at, or request to come with you, and it was only two in the afternoon so you'd likely have dinner with him as well.

there wasn't anything that was less calories, that would be easier to have and you heard the knock on the door signaling your lack of time.

you quickly closed everything and then left, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, grabbing his hand tightly as he greeted you. it was cold, you were freezing, and he placed your entwined hands in the pocket of his coat.

to most people's eyes, you were fine. maybe if they spent some time, they might have a few suspicions after a while. but this was kokichi, he had spotted something was wrong very quickly. the first time, he just brushed it off - feeling a bit sick, having a rough day, even just not feeling hungry that way was normal. but for this long? and when he looked back, he noted that this seemed to be normal for you, you'd always been losing weight, always been eating small portions and light calories. he wasn't stupid, he was putting the dots together very quickly.

you ate quickly, at least in front of him. from experience you knew that eating slowly would just make you overthink, your fingers would shake, the food would threaten to get stuck in your throat, you would feel sick at the thought of anymore. you'd spent too many early mornings, sitting there for hours, staring blankly at a cut-up apple, debating if the fifty-two calories were worth easing the pain in your stomach and dizzy headache. so you tried to not think about it too much.

it also meant that you didn't really think too much when he tried to offer you food. he didn't know how to approach the subject, he didn't want to scare you off, but he was equally terrified. so he invited you to dinner, he offered you food. you often denied, but sometimes you just did it - to not seem off in any way.

he kept a sharp eye on you. he wanted to find a way to bring it up today.

but the date passed. the evening. dinner. and he didn't. he would admit - he was scared.

you fell asleep in his bed with him, the television playing some random series you'd found that day. you were on his chest, and he just stared down at your face.

you were so pretty, so lovely in his eyes. regardless of your weight, if you had already been slim, or if you were chubby. he didn't care, he found you so beautiful.

but your skin was pale, your eyes had dark circles under them, still pretty, but obviously not well. you were not well.

he lightly lay you down. he needed a moment, and he sat at the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.

you stirred slightly, sitting up and rubbing your eyes drearily. "kokichi?" he turned to face you, his expression blank. "is everything alright?"

"i need you to be honest with me." you felt instant fear rush through you - just at general words. it was like 'we need to talk'. terrifying.

"what?"

"you have an eating disorder. don't you?" it wasn't a question. all your senses blanked, you could no longer feel the covers around you, or hear the muffled talking of the other members, your vision was blurred. you felt embarrassed, scared, stupid. stupid because you thought you'd done a better job at hiding it - there was no point denying it, even though you tried to, with a shaky voice and nervous laugh, brush it off as him reading too much into things.

you didn't want him to know. you didn't want to stop, you would be pretty and in control, you would be lovely, and he would be happy. you would recover when you got to your goal - that was your intention. you didn't want him to worry, or make you stop. you just didn't want him to know. what if he thought you were weak?

"hey. hey." you suddenly broke from your thoughts, his hands were on your arms. "stay calm, look at me, look at me, please. you're safe, you're fine." you met his gaze, his loving, scared, upset gaze. he sighed and rested his forehead against yours."i don't know what to do." he confessed. "but i'm going to help you. i am not going to let you hurt yourself like this, or damage your body. i won't. i promise you i won't. even if you're angry at me, if you hate me, if you yell at me - i'm letting you do this any longer." his voice was firm but kind, and he wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes away. "you should probably see a professional, but i'll help you as best i can, okay? come to me when things are hard, i'll even try cooking you food if it means you'll eat it.

"kokichi." he stared at you questioningly. "i dont... i dont...want to get better right now... but i dont want to be like this anymore."

you felt his hand on yours. "its not going to be easy, but i'll help you. you'll get better, one day, one day things will be okay for you, you'll smile, and your eyes will be bright, and you won't feel tired, or dizzy, or sick. you're strong, my darling, you can do it." you smiled at his words, and a smile formed on his face as well. "your smile is so pretty." he said, kissing you sweetly.

[mysterious-ocarina]

Life is an Ocean

I was bored and Karl is underrated so here we go. based off a song. My first work, I'm doing my best. This is my current hyper-fixation so just deal with it. I'm sure the story is all over the place but it's just for fun :)

Song Inspiration: CVS by Winnetka Bowling League

CW: car crash, cursing, anxiety, panic attack (let me know if I missed something)

Main Masterlist

(6.8k words)

It has been raining for a whole week, borderline storming. Valerie and her brother were cooped up in the house and getting bored of it.

"Dude, I'm fucking bored. I wanna go somewhere," she said her thoughts aloud. Her brother gave her a look that said she was an idiot.

"Where would we go? It's dark as hell outside and pouring rain," he replied. 

And so Valerie convinced him to get ice cream in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain. It would just be something fun to do.

It started out fun. They got to a nearby ice cream place. After they finished eating they danced in the rain and laughed at how silly this all was. It was cold, but they didn't care because they were having the time of their lives together.

Valerie was driving them back home, when the rain got heavier. Taking a sharper turn than she meant to, the car started to hydroplane. As the car ran right into the side of the road, she tried her best to hit the brakes but the car wouldn't stop going. She doesn't quite remember anything that happened next. She just remembers hearing the sirens and calling out for her brother. She also remembers the first thing that happened, when she woke up in the hospital.

Valerie's parents were there when she woke up, asleep in what looked like uncomfortable positions in the hospital chairs. She looked over towards them to ask what happened. She sat up leaning on her wrists, forcing her to cry out in pain and fall back into a lying position. The sudden noise awoke her parents. They had very mournful looks on their faces when they finally looked at her.

"Valerie, you're okay," her father sighed in relief. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He hugged her tightly, cautious of her injuries

"What happened? Why do my wrists hurt like hell? Where's Trev?" She asked without taking a breath.

"Honey, you were in a car crash with your brother. The nerves in your wrist and hands were severely damaged during the crash. The doctors said that it will take a lot of practice and time for your hands to go back to normal," her mother sobbed out. 

Valerie felt like her mother was purposely avoiding the topic of her brother.

“Where’s Trev? Is he alright?” she softly cried. She had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“He didn’t make it honey,” her father cried. The family sat together and mourned their loss together.

- A couple of years later -

Valerie's POV

I turned on my computer and logged onto Minecraft. The familiar and comforting logo lighting up my screen. The feral boys wanted to do a simple speed-run with me, but I know them well. They most likely modded it with weird shit and wanted to see my reaction to it. That is usually how a feral boys + GamerMouse video goes. Them being . . . themselves and me, just dealing with it. I swear I'm their mother or something.

My hand slightly shook as I logged into discord. It's been a while since that terrible day and my hands still don't feel like they're doing any better than before. I wasn't in the best mood today because earlier, I dropped a glass cup and it shattered, making a mess in my kitchen. The glass wasn't really worth much but I just get so frustrated with myself when I’m not doing as well as I want. Hopefully, the feral boys can bring my mood up.

It looked like Karl, Sapnap, and George were already in the vc so I quickly joined them. I made sure to lower my headphones' volume expecting to hear screaming.

"Sup losers," I said in the peppiest voice I could.

"AAH! O-M-G, IS THAT A GAMER GIRL" Someone screamed. Judging by the accent, it had to be George.

"Nice to see you too, Gogy. Where's Dream and Quackity, when are we streaming?" I asked.

"Both of them said that they'll join in a little bit. We can wait in the server," Sapnap replied to me. "We were just teasing Karl about this girl that he likes."

"Whatever Sap, at least I don't have to third wheel green and blue over there," Karl nervously laughed out.

"Awww, don't make fun of DNF. They have some pretty good fan-fiction. I definitely ship it," I said. Just then, Dream happened to join the call so of course, I started singing for them, "Sometimes, all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June. Heatwaves been faking me out, can't make you happier now."

Everyone started cracking up at my terrible singing, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"How in character of you Mouse? You know, you should stream reading fanfiction made for you. I'm sure there are lots of interesting pairings," he laughed out. I rolled my eyes knowing he was commenting on an old stream I did about a year ago. It was very weird to see people shipping me with pretty much every guy in the SMP. It was intriguing, to say the least. 

"Whatever Dream. I would have you know that my fans are exceptional authors," I exclaimed.

Slamming on my desk excitedly I asked, "Now, who's going to stream cuz I'm ready for whatever you guys have planned for me"

- Skip towards the end of the stream -

"Damn it," I cursed my screen as it told me I died for what felt like the hundredth time. "I freaking fell off the stupid end tower again. It's my stupid hands, they're doing it again."

The whole stream, my hands had been acting up at the worst times making me die a lot. I've fallen in lava and fallen from high places because I couldn't hold the shift button and I've absolutely sucked at most pvp today, except one match with Karl but I know he was going easy on me. I was in a foul mood, but I tried not to show it because Quackity was streaming.

"It's okay lil GamerMouse," Karl softy replied. He knew how frustrated I get with my hands so he usually makes a point to make sure I know that it's okay and to not feel bad. "We could practice pvp a bit later if you feel up to it?"

"Maybe. I still haven't had dinner yet so it would be after I eat," I chuckled out. I had forgotten to eat before the stream and I was getting really hungry.

"Chat is freaking out. Half of them are calling you a simp and the other half are saying how sweet you are," Quackity told us in his high voice. The whole stream, Quackity's chat was commenting on Karl and me. Lots of shipping was happening.

"Oh shut up. Karl's just an amazing person who knows how to treat a lady. Do you know how to treat a lady, Quackity?" I laughed out loud. During his streams, I love picking on Quackity. It's just so much fun.

"I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman," Quackity scoffed.

"I'll believe it when I see it, 'Guys, please! I'm a gentleman I promise' " George mocked. All of us burst into laughter.

"Okay, I think I'm going to end the stream here guys," Quackity barely got out through the laughing and did his outro. 

Once the stream ended we hung for a couple of minutes in the vc before everyone left until it was just me and Karl.

"Just let me know when you want to practice, okay Val. You can also tell me if something is wrong," Karl told me comfortingly. He was always just so sweet and had so much patience with me.

"I'm fine, I just dropped a glass earlier and I guess it's still bothering me. I can’t stop thinking about how I won't be able to do MCC this year," I replied solemnly. I was really hoping my hands would be getting better so I could join all my friends in MCC but it didn't look feasible this year.

"Well then, we can just practice more. I promise, we will do parkour practice every day together until you become the best Minecraft player this world has ever had," Karl said enthusiastically. He seemed very excited to help me out.

"It's okay Karl. I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight or work on that 1000 piece puzzle I still haven't finished," I tried to joke but Karl knew me well enough to know I didn't feel better. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay talk to you later, Val," he replied.

I left the call and shut down my computer. My head is just so full of thoughts, I need to just relax and stop thinking about everything. 

Lately, the more I talk and hang out with Karl, the more I feel something I can't explain for him and I don't know how I feel about that. I've been best friends with him since I joined the SMP, thanks to Sapnap, but I can’t help but wish it was more. Especially when he is so sweet to me, how could I not want him to be mine.

As I was walking into my bedroom the doorbell rang. I was very surprised when I opened the door, to see Karl standing there with a bag of Taco Bell in hand.

"I brought my favorite lady her favorite food," he smiled at me. Speak of the devil, or more like an angel. Did he just call me his favorite lady and did he really drive all the way to Taco Bell for me?

"Is that a chicken quesadilla?" I asked like a little gremlin.

"It most definitely is! It's all for you because I already ate," he replied, handing me the food. "I knew you were hungry and you only live like 20 minutes away, so I thought I would grab you some food.”

Okay, catching feelings makes sense now. Who wouldn't catch feelings for a guy who brought them food when they were hungry?

He grabbed me a plate from the kitchen and made himself comfy on my couch. He was in some khakis and a comfortable-looking beige sweater while I was in some sweats and a t-shirt that I'm pretty sure I stole from him.

"What kind of music do you feel like listening to today?" Karl asked while he was scrolling through his phone. "Corpse has a new song, we can play that and then just let Spotify roll with that.

"Sounds good to me! I heard the song earlier this week and I've had it on repeat," I replied.

I sat down on the couch and started to pig out on my food. I didn't realize how hungry I actually was.

The next couple of hours were kind of chill. We sat and listened to music while just chatting. 

"Were you still going to do that stream tomorrow? What were you planning on doing?" Karl asked. By now I had my head on his shoulder and we were cuddling. Platonically, of course. We've always cuddled but now that I've developed these stupid feelings, it feels kind of weird, but It doesn't matter because I love it. "Didn't you want us to join you?"

"Yeah, I was planning on doing a chill stream. I was hoping I could get you, boys, to join me since my chat loves the feral boys. I also asked Niki to join and she said that she would love to," I replied excitedly. I haven't had the chance to stream with her in a long time. "How does a Q&A stream sound, or is that not creative enough? I wanted something lowkey."

"I think it will be fun. I'll definitely be there," Karl smiled at me. He checked the time. "Dang, it's a lot later than I thought. I'm going to head out. I will see you tomorrow in your stream, okay?"

"I'll see you then. Goodnight and drive safely Karl," I softly spoke to him as he left. Today, I realized that he is the most important person in my life and these feelings were only magnified.

"Hello everyone and welcome to today's stream. Today I was thinking of doing a Q&A and I have a bunch of my friends to make it a lot more fun." I laughed out. I was feeling really good so streaming looked very easy today. "I have the beautiful Niki Nihachu, and then a couple of random guys I picked up off the side of the road earlier."

"Well dang, didn't know you loved us that much. You hear that boys we got an upgrade from 'the dumpster' to 'the side of the road'," George sarcastically replied to me. "Come on, shout us out. You know you want to."

I rolled my eyes at him and flipped him off, "I have a brit, snapmap, a duck, a green blob, and Karl Jacobs!" I could hear all the guys talking over each other about their nicknames and giving me nicknames while Niki and I just laughed at them. 

"I'm a brit too, Valerie," Niki exclaimed through her laughter.

"Yeah but you're a pretty brit," I winked at her. We were cracking up, "You're in my top 5 of British people!"

"I'll take it," she replied. I could tell that the chat was already enjoying the stream.

"Okay everyone, I'm going to open up donations and you guys can send in your questions," I told the camera. I could already see some starting to load in.

[note: the _underscore_ is the questions being read by the dono voice]

_Hello GamerMouse, I really love your content. It never fails to make me laugh. I was wondering if you were single <3_

This made me laugh, my fans were always asking if I was single but it didn't really bother me too much, "Sadly the answer to that question is, yes I am single. Have been for a little while." I could see chat filling up with people saying how I was too pretty to be single and other stuff like that.

"Yo, she's single boys, who got dibs?" Quackity exclaimed at us. "I bet Karl gets first dibs, he lives the closest to her."

The boys started to tease Karl and chat was just egging them on. I started to blush a little but I hoped no one paid enough attention. Little did I know, Karl was watching my reactions and definitely saw me blush at the accusations.

_If you had to date any smp member, who would it be? also please say hi to my sister katie, she adores you :)_

"Oooh, answer the question mousy. Whom do you pick?" Dream asked.

"Firstly, Hello Katie, I'm glad you like my content. Secondly, I am not answering that," I laughed out.

"Aww, she's blushing!" Sapnap screamed, immaturely. "She definitely likes someone."

_hi I was wondering how you came up with your name_

Thankful for the new subject I answered sweetly, "I'm glad you asked cuz not many people know. I got my name GamerMouse because all of my friends are taller than me and I was always teased for being so short. Getting called short, and sometimes even small, turned into being called a little mouse. Then I just got creative and added Gamer in front of it. Fun fact: My original name was going to be Anonamouse because I was planning on being a faceless streamer."

_height check :)_

"She is definitely 4'11" guys," Quackity teased. 

"Haha, so funny Alex," I said monotonously. 

“She’s 5 foot 1,” Karl replied.

The boys immediately started to tease Karl about his knowledge of you but he just waved them off.

The stream was going well for a bit until the next set of questions came. 

_why did you start playing Minecraft and how did you get into the smp? are you going to be in mcc this year_

"Sad to say that I won't be competing this year. As most of you know, my hands are damaged and not very steady at all. I had been friends with Sapnap for a while, and he helped me find video games that I liked so I could practice my hand-eye coordination. I enjoyed Minecraft the most so I played that a lot and soon Sap asked Dream if I could join the SMP and then here I am. I owe it to Sapnap for how far I have come these past couple of years," I replied. 

I could hear some of the boys giving fake tears and sniffles to my little speech. A good thing too, because I could feel myself tearing up a little and I needed to laugh.

_How did you damage your hands?_

My face dropped but I tried to play it off so no one saw, "I damaged my hands in a, uh, car crash with my brother a few years back."

I immediately regretted mentioning my brother because I knew chat was going to go crazy at the new information. The chat was filling up with people saying they didn't know I had a brother, and asking where he was, and if he would be a guest to one of my streams.

"Guys, I'm really sorry but my brother won't be in, uh, any of my streams or videos," I said probably a little too quickly. I could feel myself start to panic. I didn't want to say the wrong thing while I was live with thousands of people watching.

I heard my phone ding a couple of times and I would bet it's texts from Niki or Karl because they knew how sensitive I was about the topic of my brother. I started to panic, even more, when people started asking me why my brother wouldn't be joining any upcoming uploads. 

I tried to tell them as calmly as I could, without crying, "My brother passed away in the crash. . . the passenger airbag malfunctioned."

As I said that, the chat seemed to slow down and I held my breath. I could feel my heart in my throat. I knew that there are a million different things that people could say about it and I didn't want to have to deal with it live. 

There was an influx of messages saying they were sorry for my loss and lots of kind words. I could feel a wave of relief at all the really kind messages. Apparently, my fans were a lot more considerate than I thought they would be. 

But the next donation I would get would send me in a downward spiral. I know most people aren't evil, but some really just wanna watch you burn.

_if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?_

Everyone in the VC froze. No one knew what to do or say. How does someone respond to a comment like that?

It felt like time had frozen and the world was quiet. It didn't take me long to feel like I was suffocating so I did the outro as best and quickly as possible, ended the stream, and left the vc as quickly as I could. 

I heard my phone ding with text messages but I couldn't move. I was a deer in headlights in front of my monitor. The next thing I knew, I was running into my bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.

Karl's POV

"if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?" I heard the dono voice say. 

There is absolutely no way that someone said that. At first, I thought that I misheard it but when I realized how silent it was, I knew that it actually happened.

Before I knew it, Val did her outro and the Stream ended. GamerMouse left the call.

"Oh, shit," Sapnap exclaimed in shock. "Did that just happen? Did Val leave? What's wrong with that person?"

"It says that Val isn't in the call anymore," I heard Niki sigh. "That was a shitty thing for that person to say, she's very sensitive about that topic. I think I'll call her to see if she's alright."

"Wait, don't worry about it Niki," I replied quickly. "I'm going to go to her house right now. If I know her well enough, she might be having a panic attack right now and she wouldn't answer her phone."

I left the call before I received an answer and ran straight to the door and grabbed my keys. I got into my car and headed straight to her house. Thankfully, she lives really close.

The whole drive I couldn't stop thinking about how livid I am that that person had the audacity to say that to her. I felt bad enough that the topic of her brother came up while she was streaming, but for someone to actually blame her for something like that. I just needed to make sure she was okay.

That's all I've been thinking about lately. That she was okay. I've always wanted her to be okay and happy but for some reason, this felt different. I wanted to protect her. Protect her from haters on the internet, or protect her from her own thoughts that she sometimes succumbs to.

I arrived at her house in no time. I didn't even bother parking in her driveway, instead, parking in front of it very crookedly. I ran to the front porch, pulled out the spare key she gave me, and let myself in.

"Valerie," I softly called out, hoping I didn't scare her. "Where are you?"

She didn't respond but I think I heard shuffling from her room so I headed there first. As I passed by her computer room, I noticed that her computer was completely shut off. I made it to her room and found her curled up on the floor next to her bed. “Val, it’s Karl. Can you hear me?”

She didn’t say anything but when she looked up at me, she relaxed at the sight of me. It hurt me to see her like this. All I wanted to do was hold her close and whisper sweet nothings to her, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Val, I need you to do something for me okay? Just look at me,” I softly voiced. She slowly looked at me while taking her shallow breaths. She nodded at me, so slight that if I wasn’t studying her, I would have missed it. “Just follow my breathing and listen to me.”

“Can you name 5 things that you see right now?” I calmly asked her. I could see her staring at my abdomen, watching me breath and trying to copy it. 

“I see. . . you. . . my comforter. . . the clock. . . my laundry. . . and the door,” she stuttered out.

I could tell she was doing her best to calm herself down and it seemed to be working slowly but surely. “You’re doing amazing, can you tell me 4 things that you feel?”

“I can feel the carpet. . . my phone in my pocket. . .the wall behind me. . . the hood on my jacket.”

Every second that passed just reminded me of how strong I thought she was and how much I admire her. “What about 3 things that you can hear?”

“My ceiling fan, the ticking of the clock, and your voice.”

She was doing better already. “Now what about 2 things that you can smell?”

“I can smell the candle on my nightstand and the cologne that you always wear.”

I blushed at the fact that she knew this cologne was my favorite but now was definitely not the time to dwell on that. “Lastly, can you tell me 1 thing you taste?”

“I can taste the chocolate I ate during the stream,” she softly spoke. Her breathing was pretty even by now and she seemed to be calming down.

“Wanna move to the bed, I can pick you up?” I asked her. She couldn’t possibly be comfortable where she was sitting.

She looked up at me and nodded slightly. I carried her to her bed and laid down with her. She laid her head on my chest, falling into a comfortable silence. 

“Thank you so much, Karl. Thank you for everything you do for me,” she whispered. I just pulled her in closer to me in response. It was this moment that gave me the realization that I was in love with her. I wanted her to be mine, to protect her. She was the one I wanted and I just knew that I had it bad for my little mouse.

A week or so after Dono incident -

I woke up feeling better than I have in a while. I didn’t have any kind of plans except that I might stream later and knowing Karl, it’s likely he’ll be over here at some point. Maybe he could join the stream.

I was grabbing a cup of coffee when the front door  opened. The only person with a key was Karl so I wasn’t worried about it. I yelled out for him, “I just bought some more Monsters for you, a couple should be in the fridge. If not, check the cabinet.”

As soon as he came into the kitchen he gave me a big hug before going straight for the fridge. He looked really cute today. He was smiling really hard like he was excited to see me. This made me flush a deep red but I turned around, hoping he wouldn’t see, “What’s got you all giggly? It’s too early in the morning for that.”

“Nothing in particular, just happy to see you!” he exclaimed. “What do you wanna do today?”

“Would you be down to do a stream with me? I don’t really know what we will do, though,” I asked him. I adored streaming with Karl, even if it was just an excuse for me to hang out with him. He always manages to bring this full of life energy that always puts me in an amazing mood.

He took a seat at my kitchen table, looking around my place presumably for a stream idea. His smile grew as he looked at me, “What if we did a cooking stream?”

“Can we bake instead? I found this really good looking banana bread recipe that I want to try,” I exclaimed. He immediately agreed to this idea and we started to prepare my kitchen for the stream.

We had to set up a camera that would be in a good position to see us as well as the whole kitchen. As Karl went to go buy any groceries that we would need, I cleaned my kitchen because it was a mess.

I could tell that Karl was excited to do this stream. I couldn’t tell if he was just excited because cooking streams are always fun, or if he was just excited to be doing it with me. I’m hoping it’s at least the former.

“I’m back, can you come help me bring the stuff in?” Karl called out for me. I immediately went to go help and saw the entire back seat was filled with groceries. 

“We’re only making banana bread, what’s the rest of this for?” I giggled.

“Well I got excited, and went a little overboard. We can have dinner together tonight, if that’s alright with you?” He seemed nervous and maybe even insecure as he asked this, but he was shyly smiling at me.

“Of course!” How could I say no to him? I could feel that I was blushing so I decided to distract myself with other preparations for the stream.

- Skip to stream -

“Hey guys, it’s Gamermouse and I have a special guest for today’s stream!�� I pointed to the side of the kitchen that Karl entered through. He put on a huge smile for the camera. I could just feel the excitement coming from not only Karl and I, but the viewers as well. There were lots of comments shipping us, just excited to see us in the same room, as well as excitement for today’s stream.

Every time I went live this week, I’ve been paranoid that I was going to be receiving a lot of attention for my freak out with the incident, but it seemed that most people moved on from it, or at least were courteous to not talk a lot about it. I have seen fans defending me about it on Twitter though, which warms my heart. Karl also reminds me that if something happens, he’s there to comfort me.

“We thought it would be a lot of fun if we did some baking. I saw a recipe for some banana bread I’ve been meaning to make so I’m basically holding Karl hostage making him bake with me,” I tried to say seriously but I couldn’t contain my laughter.

“I’d do anything with you, you wouldn’t need to hold me hostage,” he whined at me. I blushed but tried not to read too into this comment. There’s no way that he means that, it’s just for the content.

Remembering that I’m live with thousands of people watching, I start getting the ingredients together.

- after the stream -

The stream went really well. Dream, George, and Sapnap ended up joining the stream later and made fun of us for burning the bread. Karl and I got into a miniature food fight that the boys just egged on. Right now it was just Karl and I, cleaning up our mess in the kitchen.

“That was a really fun stream,” Karl mentioned. I hummed. That was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, and half the time I would forget that I was even live. It just felt like Karl and I were just baking together. It was so domestic, sending butterflies through my stomach.

“It definitely was. We should do it again even if we aren’t streaming,” I shyly replied to him. He immediately agreed to do it again with me. We soon had our planned dinner together before he went home.

This whole day was amazing. Karl seemed different but in a good way. He seemed very confident and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he flirted with me more than once today. I was constantly a blushing mess.

As I was laying in bed, I logged onto Twitter as I usually do. There were so many tweets about Karl and I, most of them shipping us. There were so many people talking about how cute we looked together. This didn’t help the already growing feelings for the fluffy-headed gamer boy.

Soon enough I was scrolling through pictures and clips that people posted and I couldn’t stop the smile from growing on my face. Someone managed to clip a moment that I didn’t even know happened.

It was towards the middle of the stream when Karl and I were having our food fight. Karl and I were both giggling at the mess that we just made. I was facing Karl, attempting to get some of the flour out of my hair. He was staring at me and you could see him, not so subtly, look me up and down and smile. This was the kind of smile you gave someone you adored, someone that you admire, you love. 

I couldn’t believe that this was a real clip, that this actually happened. I didn’t mind at all, though. I saved the clip to my phone before falling asleep, thoughts of Karl on repeat in my mind.

-Next day-

“Hey Val, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Karl mentioned. 

I quickly turned my head towards him. I wasn’t expecting that, and my head was running through everything he could possibly say, “What’s up?”

“Well I was thinking that we could have a meet up. I was hoping that Nick and Alex would be available to come up here,” he said excitedly. It looks like he’s been thinking about this for a while. I even would bet that he already has stuff planned for us to do, streams included.

“That sounds like a lot of fun. All of you could stay here, at my place. One of them can stay in the spare bedroom. My streaming room also has a futon that the other one could use,” I started to ramble. He was smiling at me the entire time I was talking, admiring me. I blushed under his gaze.

“I’ll go call them right now to see if they’re down. Be right back, cutie,” Karl rushed before he went to my office to call Nick and Alex.

Now I was out of breath. Did he actually call me “cutie”? He’s been like this pretty much since the cooking stream. He’s been, what I think, is very flirtatious. I keep thinking that I’m hearing him wrong or that the little touches were just accidents. That they didn’t mean anything. But it’s been happening too often for me to be crazy. It’s driving me crazy.

Karl quickly came back with the most adorable smile on his face, “They were both able to come. They both got tickets to get here on Thursday and they’ll be here for a week.”

“Then I better get the place ready for them. Maybe some snacks too,” I said as I was getting up. I grabbed my keys and put my shoes on, “Wanna come to CVS with me? It’s just around the corner so we can just walk there.”

He quickly nodded and put his shoes on too. We started our walk together, falling into comfortable conversation. By the time we got to the cvs, I was in an amazing mood. Spending time with Karl just does that for me.

We got a bunch of random snacks. We didn’t know what the boys would want so we just decided to get a bit of everything. We decided to split up so Karl and I ended up having separate piles of candy and chips we were going to buy. We went to check out together, though.

“Find everything okay?” the woman smiled at Karl. There was something about her that I already didn’t like. I didn’t know what it was because she seemed nice enough.

“Yes, thank you. We are having our friends over so we wanted to spoil them with food,” Karl replied happily. 

The woman kept scanning his items while she talked, more like flirting, “What a sweet friend you are? They’re lucky to have you.”

“Oh um, thank you. I’m lucky to have them,” Karl replied. I could tell that Karl was getting a little awkward. It looked like he didn’t know how to reply to her flirtatiousness. I tried not to read too much into the fact he wasn’t flirting back at her.

The entire conversation between Karl and the woman, who we finally learned her name was Vivian, was not only making me uncomfortable, but it was making me jealous. I didn’t like this person flirting with Karl at all but there wasn’t anything that I could do. Karl wasn’t mine to be jealous over. Vivian was finally done scanning our stuff, “Here is your receipt, as well as my number so you can call me later.”

“Oh, thank you. It was nice to meet you,” Karl quickly replied before grabbing our stuff and leaving. I was in a way more lousy mood than I was when we first got here and I didn’t talk at all on the way home. I felt bad for Karl, it’s not like he did anything wrong. I was just in a bad mood.

Skip to the day we had to pick up Nick and Alex. I was definitely feeling better than I was a few days ago, but Karl was smart enough to know that something was up with me. Of course, he knew something was wrong with me, he’s basically my best friend. Thankfully, he didn’t ask about it because I wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

We had about an hour until Nick’s plane would land and then another 45 minutes before Alex’s flight landed. We still wanted to go to the airport pretty early so we could get a good parking spot. We were currently just sitting in Karl’s car waiting.

“Val, are you okay?” Karl finally asked me. I was dreading this. I love the fact that he cares enough about me to ask but I don’t know what to say because there was no way that I would lie to my best friend.

“I’m okay,” I smiled at him. He obviously didn’t believe it for a second. I was starting to feel guilty about this.

“Come on Valerie! I’m not oblivious, I can tell that something has been bothering you for a few days. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” He sounded slightly annoyed with me, but I was annoyed with myself too. He rarely used my full name.

“I just can’t tell you, Karl. I’m fine, please don’t worry about it,” I huffed out.

“But I’m worried about you, Val. you mean alot to me and it hurts to see you not your usually bubbly self,” Karl said to me. He wasn’t yelling at me, but his voice was intense. I didn't know what to do except spill my secrets to him.

“I’m sorry, Karl. The past couple of days have just had me thinking about everything. It started when we went to CVS,” I confided in him. He was watching me intently. The care in his eyes was too intense so I had to look away from him.

“When the cashier was flirting with you, I was extremely jealous. She reminded me of the fact that you are my best friend and nothing more. I was reminded that I had no right to be jealous because you aren’t mine. This whole week, I’ve been thinking about all of this and that’s why my mood is so poor. It’s because I’m in love with my best friend, when I shouldn’t be,” I rambled out. I was talking pretty fast so I don’t even know if he picked up all of that.

He was staring at me, smiling softly. I didn’t understand why he was smiling like that at me.

“So let me get this straight. You,” he pointed at me, “were grumpy this whole week because a cashier was flirting with me,” he pointed at himself. 

The way he said it, I realized how stupid it sounded, “I know how stupid this sounds, I just-”

He interrupted me with a finger over my mouth, “Well, if you were paying attention that day, you would have noticed that I threw away her number. I threw it away because the only pretty girl’s number that I need is already on my phone, under the contact of ‘Mouse.’”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he actually say that my number was the only girl’s number that he wanted? Did he also call me pretty? All I could do was stare back at him. I could have sworn that his face was moving closer to mine. All I could do was hold my breath.

“May I kiss you, beautiful?” He asked me. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head.

And to say that we kissed, would be an understatement. He put his hands on my face, holding me in place. He leaned in and immediately, I felt like I was on fire. 

His kiss was contradictory. He was passionate, like I was a drink of water in the desert but he was also soft, like I was a beautiful piece of glass that he didn’t want to break. The butterflies in my stomach that I always have when I’m with him, we’re fluttering around threatening to come out.

“You’re beautiful, and there isn’t anyone that I love more than you. You are so much more than just my best friend. You are my entire world,” he whispered to me. I started to tear up a little at his confession but he just wiped my tears away and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Now, let’s go wait for Nick to get here,” we got out the car and he immediately grabbed my hand to hold. We both made our way inside the airport with huge smiles on our faces, hand in hand.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

nagito komaeda praising? 🙏 love your work!! - mod ibuki

ミ☆ Last thing i wrote he praised us! So now we praise him! I tried to veer away from smut with this one, since you didn't explicitly request it. I hope that's alright! I just really wanted to write some soft romance aha

Word Count: 1444 Contains: fem reader, no pronouns used, mild sexual content

“You look really nice today, Komaeda-kun”

He freezes in place, turning a little to his left to see you sitting at your desk. You’re chewing on the end of a pencil, giving him a smile so wide that your eyes crinkle in the corners. He looks down at himself, trying to figure out exactly what about him is different (half expecting to find that he’s forgotten to wear his pants and that you are just making fun of him).

You laugh lightheartedly, pulling the pencil out of your mouth and pointing to his hair, “I haven't seen it up like that before.” you rest your face in the palm of your hand, eyes turning almost...shy?, “It’s...cute…”

It’s true that he doesn't often tie his hair up. This morning it was messier than usual, a tangled mess that wouldn't look presentable no matter how many times he tugged a brush through it. The ponytail was an acceptable compromise.

Komaeda swallows, fingers gripping tightly to the edge of his desk, “Ah...thank you? Though compared to yours, my hair certainly looks like a despicable mess.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times, before crossing your arms on the desk and burying your face within them, “Th...Thanks, Komaeda-kun…” he hears you murmur.

His heart is racing, sure that he just offended you immeasurably, “My apologies! A compliment, as genuine as it may be, from someone like myself is probably more akin to an insult in the eyes of an ultimate.”

“No…” you whisper, shaking your head but keeping your face pressed firmly down on the desk, “I just...didn't know you thought my hair was nice…”

He isn’t really sure what to say. Any words he might have prepared are caught in the back of his throat.

You lift your head just enough that he can see your eyes, that he can see them crinkle when you smile again, “Your face is pretty too” you blurt out, before quickly shoving your face back down.

Komaeda is sure that his heart has stopped, but before he has a chance to ask what you could possibly mean by saying something like that to him; the rest of the class starts filing in, and the intimate energy in the air quickly disappears.

***

“You clean up really nicely, Komaeda-kun”

He almost chokes on his drink. Turning to see you leaning up against a table with a half eaten spinach puff in your hand. It’s been almost five years, but your smile is still the same.

“Not many men can pull off a white suit.” You say, gesturing loosely in his direction, “It looks good on you.”

He laughs nervously, giving you a wave with his free hand, “Aha...thank you? I haven’t seen much of you since graduation, how are you?”

You step closer to him, he notices the subtle make up you are wearing, and how even with a pair of heels he is still a good deal taller than you. You pop the rest of your spinach puff into your mouth and give him a smirk, “I’m okay. College is exhausting. It’s uh…” you quickly tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, looking pointedly down at the floor, “It’s really nice to see you. I’ve missed you.”

Komaeda’s heart starts racing and he feels like he is 16 all over again, free hand clenching and unclenching at his side, “I’m...I’m sure that you’ve made better friends than me, you can't possibly have missed me as much as I've missed you.”

“Komaeda-kun…” you whisper, reaching up to take his face in your hand, brows furrowing as you are clearly getting ready to give him a talking to about his negativity (something he grew very used to, but never understood, when you were in highschool together). He is surprised when your face softens, and more surprised still when your cheeks turn pink, you seem lost in thought, but before he can ask if everything is okay, you whisper, “have your eyes always been this pretty?”

“I...I…” He can't even manage to say one word. Blinking down at you, stunned, excited, terrified. His heart feels like it's pounding at his ribs, it feels like he might shatter into a million pieces.

“I...really liked you, when we were in school.” he just barely hears you whisper, tracing the cut of his jaw with the back of your knuckles. You inhale a shaky breath, and your eyes crinkle in a smile, “I’m not sure i ever got over it.”

Komaeda feels like his world has just collapsed and reformed into something endlessly more beautiful. He feels like colours are brighter, like he has never really seen the colour of your eyes until now, like he has been chasing that colour his entire life. He laughs, nervous and shaky, letting his hand rest on the curve of your waist, “I didn't get over it...I definitely didn't get over it.”

***

“Your lips are really soft, Komaeda-kun”

He moans loudly against the skin of your throat, hands wandering up and over your hips, digging tightly into the soft flesh of your waist. He loses himself in your scent, burying his face in the join between your neck and shoulder, sucking lightly on the exposed skin. The air is brisk and cold out on the balcony, the music of the party is barely audible through the closed glass doors, there may as well have never been a party at all.

You whimper when he gently bites down on the side of your neck, lathing his tongue over the spot afterwards to soothe the sting. Your fingers reach out to him, tangling in his hair.

“Your hair is still so...ah…” you gasp when he licks his way up the shell of your ear, “It’s so soft...so pretty…”

“Why do you always say such kind things to me?” Komaeda breathes against your throat, curling his arms tight around your waist, “You’ve always done that.”

You laugh, twisting a lock of his hair around your fingers, “I like the face you make.”

Komaeda tilts his head upwards, staring deep into your eyes, his heart skipping a beat when they crinkle in the corners the way they always have, “Ah...what…” he chuckles nervously, “what face?”

“That one.” You say, tapping his nose with your index finger, “You look at me like I've just told you the most wonderful thing. I like seeing you happy. I love seeing you happy.”

He can't resist. His lips slot against yours, again and again, it feels wonderful and perfect every single time. You sigh happily against his tongue when it slips into your mouth, hands curling up underneath his jacket to clutch at his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your fingers dig in tight, pulling him closer and tighter against you.

“I want to go home with you.”

Komaeda loses his nerve. His grip on your waist shakes as he leans away to take in your expression. Your eyes are twinkling, your smile is nervous but genuine. His heart thumps and he whispers, “Are...are you sure?”

“More than anything”

***

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, Komaeda-kun.”

He chokes on a laugh, gripping tightly to the sheets as you trace the jut of his hips with your tongue. One of your hands slowly creeps up his torso, running your knuckles up over each individual rib all while you kiss and suck on his protruding hipbones. “You’re stunning…” you breathe, licking your way down to the hemline of his dress pants, reaching for the button with your other hand, “your skin is so soft i just want to bury my face in it.”

Komaeda feels you slowly unzipping his pants and he inhales a heavy breath. Unable to believe that this is really happening, that this person he has been so in love with for so many years is caressing him, touching him, praising him. Your tilt your head, eyes meeting his with a smile he will never get enough of.

“God, you make such pretty noises.” you slowly start tugging his pants down over his thighs, watching in awe as the rest of him is finally revealed to you. Komaeda is shaking with nerves, worried that you won’t like what you see.

He doesn't need to worry so much.

“Nagito.” You breathe, and his breath catches at the sound of his first name dropping from your lips. You make it sound so beautiful, so melodic.

“Y-yes?”

You climb on top of him, thighs on either side of his hips, and press a kiss to his forehead.

“You are perfect.”

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #200

Wow, what a milestone, huh? It feels like only yesterday we were building Mash. Didn't even know you could grab multiple fighting styles back then. We were also one person back then. Things change. Things change even faster when you have magic eyes that let you bend anything you can see, so let's hurry up and build Asagami Fujino already. She is a Quandrix Sorcerer to tear apart anything she lays eyes on, as well as expand her field of vision beyond what her eyes can see. Dangerous combination, that.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: In the dark of the night, evil will find you! (If Rasputin ever become a playable character I am really going to regret using that one here.)

Wait, what's that...

Race and Background

No surprises here, Fujino is a Variant Human, because normal humans can't tear people apart with their mind. That means she gets +1 Dexterity and Charisma, as well as proficiency with Perception (kind of her deal) and the Tough feat. HP isn't just how much body you have to get hurt, it's also how badly getting hurt affects you. Fujino's deadened sense of pain means she can take hits and keep going, purely due to the fact that she doesn't realize she should stop. That means you're getting an extra 2 HP each level.

Fujino is a schoolgirl, so the closest thing we have is the Cloistered Scholar background. That gives you History and Nature proficiency.

Ability Scores

Your highest score should be Charisma. Your magic eyes are an innate part of you, and it's really easy to be frightening when you can tear a bridge down around you. Second highest should be Constitution, for the reasons we outlined in your background feat. Your Dexterity should probably be pretty high, you fight in clothing, and you fought against Shiki for more than five seconds without dying. That's impressive. Your Intelligence isn't that bad, though you're still going through school. We aren't dumping Strength, it's alright, but we are dumping Wisdom. You have a hard time feeling yourself and feeling connected to other people.

Class Levels

You're a Sorcerer, giving you proficiency with Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as proficiency with the Intimidation and Arcana skills. You've got magic implanted in your face, and again, bridge. As a Sorcerer, you can cast spells using your Charisma. Blade Ward deadens your senses further, giving you resistance to physical damage types for a round. Mending lets you twist a small item back together, instead of tearing it apart. Sword Burst is a short range bending... sorta. Force damage is hard to quantify. But it's free, so that's nice. You can also Shape Water to bend liquids to your will. For first level spells, Mage Armor helps you not die, and Magic Missile lets you shoot little bursts of twistiness that'll never miss. You also join the school of Quandrix, which gives you the starting gift of the spells Guidance and Guiding Bolt. They aren't super in character, but they're free, so suck it up. More Importantly, you learn Functions of Probability, helping you bend luck in your favor. When you cast a leveled spell targeting a creature, you can add an effect to a nearby creature (yourself included). A Diminishing Function forces a wisdom save (DC 8 + Chr mod + proficiency), and if it fails it subtracts 1d6 from the next attack roll it makes this round. Turns out swordfighting is hard when your sword is a corkscrew. Alternatively, a Supplemental Function lets a creature add a d6 to an attack or save made in the next round. This part is less believable, but if you're creative I'm sure it'll look good.

Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic, giving you sorcery points equal to your level per long rest. You can turn them into slots, or turn slots into points. Eventually you can do other things. Also, you can cast Thunderwave now. It destroys objects, you destroy objects, it's a match made in heaven.

Now that you're a third level sorcerer, you can make your spells truly your own thanks to Metamagic! If you cast a Heightened spell, one creature in its effect has disadvantage on their save against it. If you cast an Empowered spell, you can re-roll a couple damage dice. Tearing people in half is generally hard to avoid, and kind of damaging. You can also bend the air itself by casting Dust Devil, creating a Medium sized tornado, dealing damage to creatures nearby and pushing them around. It'll even pick up dust and make things hard to see, though that's kind of a drawback for you.

Use your very first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma. Kind of a spell-based build, to be honest. Speaking of, Mage Hand probably doesn't have much tearing force behind it, but it's free. You can also cast Shatter for more indiscriminate destruction.

Fifth level sorcerers gain third level spells like Clairvoyance! Now you can see a bird's eye view of the battlefield, tearing your way through it like, well, you.

At sixth level it's about time you started bending the earth to your will. You can Velocity Shift nearby creatures if they start their turn or move within 30' of you. If they fail a charisma save you can shove them to any other point within 30' of you. You can react this way 30' per long rest. Twist debris at people and watch them scatter, it's fun. To help with that, you can also cast Erupting Earth, bending the ground in a 20' cube. This forces dex saves on creatures in the cube, dealing damage and making the area difficult terrain until it's cleaned up.

Seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells like Stoneskin for even more deadened senses. Now you resist physical damage without having to waste your action every turn. It does use your concentration, but it lasts an hour.

Another ASI! Max out your Charisma for super special eyes. You can also Control Water to create truly damaging whirlpools. There's other options, but whirlpools! Who'd want anything else?

Oh hey, I found something you might want else. It's fifth level spell Bigby's Hand! You can grab people and play with them like a stress ball. Technically there isn't a twisting option, but a Grasping Hand is probably the best you'll do. It'll grapple a huge or smaller creature, and if it successfully does so you can Crush it as a bonus action for damage.

Another Metamagic option! Technically these spells are all just you looking at things, so grab Subtle Spell so you don't have to yell out all your attack names. You can also Mold Earth. It's not that powerful, but it's free twisting. You also get Telekinesis! Again, no "twisting" in the rules, but it's strong enough to lift an object of 1000 pounds, and fine enough to open a door. Their heads should be popping off here.

Sixth level spells! Here are the big boys of the spell world. If you twist anything enough, eventually it'll Disintegrate, dealing plenty of force damage and leaving behind a mess you can't even revive. A little too clean for Fujino, but it's destructive enough.

ASI time. Bump up Constitution for a thicker skin and more HP. HP changes retroactively, so you get an extra 12 HP here.

Did you know turning into rotini is painful? Your enemies certainly know that, thanks to Power Word Pain. If a charmable creature has 100 HP or less, their speed drops to 10', and it gets disadvantage on all attacks, checks, and saves, aside from constitution saves. If it tries to cast a spell, it'll be wasted if it can't pass a constitution save. The target stays in pain forever until it can pass a constitution save.

Cool, so fun thing about these Multi Class Subclasses! As long as you're the correct level, you can take any one feature they have each time you hit the appropriate level in your main class. Since the highest requirement is 14, we're taking Quantum Tunneling now, and we'll pop back to the other one later. Your senses permanently deaden, giving you complete resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage. You can also bend your way through any physical objects, as long as you're willing to deal with a halved movement speed and 1d10 damage each square you move. You also have to end your turn in an empty spot. Playing to character this should leave a huge hole behind you, but maybe you're conscientious? You weren't raised in a barn, after all.

Your eighth level spell is Earthquake. Now no structure in your view is safe from your destructive powers. Tear open the earth, shatter structures, and interrupt concentration, there's nothing you can't do!

Bump up your Dexterity this ASI. Not getting hit is still pretty useful, even if you can't feel it.

Remember when I said turning into rotini hurts? I was wrong. Actually, it kills you. Please grab Power Word Kill to reflect these changes. You have become death, destroyer of mages. You also learn how to cast Distant Spells, doubling your spell's range. Your range should be "anywhere in sight", so this is a step in the right direction.

Okay, I guess we'll grab Null Equation. Once per turn you can twist up a creature you damaged. If they fail a constitution save, they get disadvantage on strength and dexterity saves, and they only deal half damage with weapon attacks, all for a round. You can do this Proficiency times per long rest. Again, real hard to hit people when your femurs are spring shaped.

Use your last ASI for more Constitution for more HP and better concentration.

We've finally done it, we've made a pure sorcerer build! It's time to finally learn the dark secret of the Sorcerer capstone. What feature could be so powerful we've completely avoided it for 200 builds? It's Sorcerous Restoration. You get 4 sorcery points per short rest. It's not good. Sorry.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You're good at dealing damage, and your most powerful spells deal Force damage, which almost nothing blocks against. That means you're consistent and deadly, a solid combination.

You're so good at damage that it isn't just limited to creatures. Use telekinesis, mold earth, and shatter to tear apart structures that are getting in your way. Walls? Torn down. Steel Beams? Melted. Bridges? Falling down.

Despite spending your entire time in a class with the worst hit dice imaginable, you're pretty tough to kill, with just over 200 HP, a decent AC for a spellcaster, and permanent resistance to physical damage types. To make things worse for fighters, it's also a pain to get near you, since you can tear up the area around you and shunt melee fighters away as a reaction.

Cons:

While you do have magic missile, a lot of your spells deal damage in wide areas, so your party might have words with you about using earthquake one too many times.

While you're good at tearing things up, that's just about all your magic can do. There's the occasional Clairvoyance and some defensive spells, but by and large you're either dealing damage or doing nothing.

Despite your great physical defense, you struggle a bit more against other damage types. If you end up fighting someone who can turn their knife into psychic damage, you might have a problem on your hands.

[afterglowisbliss]

Cutting away the dread

Levi x Fem!Reader

This story contains: Mentions of death, rapid weight loss, mentions of sexual harassment (it is not over the top, but just in case I will put the warning here)

"Hey" you jump at the stern voice, nearly dropping your tea in the process. "It's been quite some time, Y/n. I almost couldn't recognise you with that long hair" the voice teased while flicking your long locks. That's right, you've been letting yourself go. The unkept hair and dark circles under your eyes were a dead giveaway that you weren't doing so good.

You're usually good at hiding your problems and emotions. It's the scouts way. The longer you practise, the more you master the skill of being numb.

"Hey Levi, it has been quite awhile, huh..." you responded in a soft tone. While the other scouts walked on eggshells around Levi, you were free to talk any way you wanted. He wouldn't even get angry. Annoyed at times if you crossed a line, but never angry. He almost never made any snide remarks towards you either. He had a soft spot for you. You were his weakness. Anyone who dared to hurt or mess with you would feel the wrath of THE Levi Ackerman. An example being when you and Levi were walking together to buy SOME tea when a man put his arm around your waist. "How much will it be, lovely lady" he snickered. You were visibly uncomfortable but before you could react Levi had already taken care of it. Knocked out cold on ground with wide eyes looking our direction from innocent bystanders. "It'll cost your life, you filthy shit" Levi hissed. He grabbed your hand and immediately took you back to HQ in fear someone else might try their luck.

While you weren't too sure why you were 'the chosen one' you never really questioned it. You just went along with his kindness and soft attitude towards you. Perhaps it was because he was aware you could dive deep into his soul and discover everything about him without even trying. Maybe that intimidated him. You were always one to read people like a book. He would often mock you calling you a stalker with how well you knew people without much information about their lives being shared. That's where you and Levi contrast. While he might not show it, he's caring, emotional and protective. However, despite that he is far from a people person. He doesn't read people the way you do.

It had been three months since it happened. The guilt still weighing over you as if a titan was sitting on you. You could still see his face. He was begging for your help and crying for his mom. His final moments being in the disgusting mouth of a titan and all you could do was run away.

Run away... Just like all of your problems...

Levi rests his hand on your shoulder. Despite his cold demeanor he was actually warm. Physically. You knew this due to all the times he's carried you away from danger, or when he would grab your hand when you would freak out. Or even when he would slightly move you out of his way with his hands on your shoulders. His body heat was comforting and you found yourself gravitating towards Levi when you were in a room together. This is also where you and Levi contrast. You are more warm hearted on the outside, yet your body temperature is almost abnormally cold all the time. Yet even with your icy hands on Levi's he never flinched. Almost as if both your temperatures balanced each others.

"Have you... Have you been feeling any better?" he was gentle approaching the subject. He took a seat across from you. This was when he first noticed your unkept appearance. You looked frighteningly skinnier. Cheeks that used to be full and puffy were much more hollow. He knew you were brokent in which return broke him.

You try look into his dark grey eyes attempting to answer his question. As you open your mouth you immediately close it again. Your lips started quivering and your eyes started to tear up. Embarrassed you look away, hair covering your face. Your start to aggressively squeez your left hand with your right as all the emotion starts to build up. You never cried in front of anyone, not even Levi. This time you simply couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Y/n... Look at me" he asserted. When you refused he took your chin between his thumb and index finger and brought your face level to his. He parted your hair out of your face and gently tucked it behind your ear. "Y/n, please look at me" he pleaded. He sounded desperate and wooful. He couldn't bare the sight of the people he cared about in pain. It was one of the only things that could completely soften Levi.

The desperation in his voice convinced you to look up at him. He is met with your beautiful yet sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry, Levi" you sniffed followed by a deep breath in. "No. I haven't. Every attempt I make to be productive... Every attempt I make to go outside I think of him. He was so innocent. I promised. I promised I would keep him safe. I told him... I told him he was safe with me" you grieved. "I made a promise only to watch him die! I'm a shitty person, he begged me, Levi! HE BEGGED ME TO HELP HIM BECAUSE I PROMISED HIM THAT I WOULD, BUT INSTEAD I TURNED MY BACK ON HIM. AN INNOCENT CHILD" you wailed breaking down into tears grabbing onto Levi's shirt. He embraced you, pulling you closer to his chest as you sniffle and cry, wetting his shirt with your tears.

"You're not a shitty person, Y/n. You couldn't save him because if you did hundreds of others would've died in his place. I know it's hard to accept the death of someone you promised to keep safe, we have all been there, but you have to understand that letting someone go is a part of life. It's inevitable. Whether it was in that moment or 20 years from now, you would've had to have said goodbye eventually." he reassures. You stop crying for a moment to think about Levi's words. It's true what he said. We all eventually have to say goodbye to the ones we care about.

"Tell me, Y/n, did you directly promise him you would keep him safe?" he questioned. When you thought about that day, the answer was clear. "I-I told him I would try my best to keep him safe..." you mumbled. "So it's clear now. You did follow through with your promise. You tried your best to keep him safe. Now all that is left for us to do is to make sure he didn't die in vein." Levi added pulling you away from his chest to make eye contact with you once again.

You wipe the tears of your face and mod in agreement. There is no point grieving for the rest of your life over something you couldn't control. All that was left for you now was to make sure his death meant something.

"Levi..." your voice is haorse and strained from all the crying. "Can I ask you a favour?" you request followed by a confused Levi who isn't used to you asking for favours. "Can you please cut my hair?" you innocently ask and your cheeks start to heat up. Its an odd question to ask a Captain. "It's just that... My hair is getting too long for odm gear and I don't like to tie up my hair" you explain further hoping to persuade Levi into cutting your hair for you. "Go wet your hair for me" he commands while getting up from his seat to get the scissors. A slight smile creeps up onto your face. That's the first time that's happened in awhile.

You do as he says wetting your hair with lukewarm water. Once you're all done you look around for a comb to quickly get rid of any knots that might get in the way. "Don't worry I'll comb your hair for you" Levi assures and motions for you to sit down on the chair in from of him.

You sit with your legs crossed, hands fiddling with the gem of your shirt while Levi gently combs through your your hair. It reached just 2 inches away from your shoulder which to you, was quite long considering the length you usually keep it at.

Levi strokes your hair feeling for any missed knots. "How short would you like it?" he asks preparing the scissors in his hand. You take a moment to ponder on the question. How short would you like it?

"a pixie cut" you reply with confidence. It's a bold decision considering you've never tried it before.

"Are you sure? You've never-" "I'm sure" you cut him off. He sighs before commenting on your boldness, "Always one to try new things huh." You chuckle. He wasn't wrong.

Snip, snip, snip

You feel your hair fall first onto you, then onto the ground. You watch as the hair slightly moves with the wind sneaking in from the window that won't close properly. The whole scene feeling very calming and relaxing. The sound of scissors cutting hair was oddly satisfying.

Before you knew it he was done. He sets the pair of scissors down on the table behind him and rests his left hand on your shoulder. "what do you think?" he asks. You open your eyes to look right at a mirror hanging on the wall in front of you. Your eyes widen in shock. It actually looks nice.

"I think it suits you" Levi adds before walking to the other side of the room to get a broom. "Thank you, Levi" you say grabbing his forearm and pulling him into an embrace.

Levi isn't the biggest fan of physical affection but let it slide when it came to you. "Anytime, Y/n."

[charlotteswriting]

Since i'm quite a sucker for angst, is it okay for me to request Izuru and Kaede finding their S/O dead in the KG When their S/O didn't show up at Izuru's/Kaede's cottage like they usually do to spend time? thank you in advance '^^

Oh no... My comfort characters... Well, I can’t help but write, right? Let’s get started :’) -Mod Kaede

Tw; mentions of death

Izuru Kamukura

For someone talented at everything, Izuru seriously needed to learn more about cuddling

He didn’t have any emotions to express, but whenever you were being needy, he’d try to show you his love

Tonight was no different, you rested your back on his chest, holding you while you played with his long black hair

He was getting really good at holding you, you thought to yourself and giggled at the thought of it

“What’s up?” He asked

“Hmmm? Nothing! I just love you so much,” You replied with a wholesome smile, which he couldn’t see because your back was facing him

“I love you too...” He muttered which you did catch so well

As the hours passed, it was now time for you to leave

He couldn’t help but think how hopeful and beautiful you looked when you stood there

For some reason... Your existence never bored him, he always felt these weird emotions around you, but boy, were they not nice?

He didn’t know why his heart skipped a beat when you closed the distance between you and him and jumped a little to give him a kiss and hug him

But he hugged you back, and that’s what mattered to you

“Mmm, see you later, Izuru,” You looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours, shining with so much hope and happiness

“See you,”

Even when you broke the hug, he was still holding you, which made you blush. You started leaning over, giving him a passionate kiss

Closing his eyes, he kissed you back

You waved at him before leaving, you quite enjoyed this night, too. Even though he was still a bit bad at cuddling, his presence was enough for you to be happy

But for some reason, Izuru couldn’t sleep that night. He did have that bad feeling with him

He did want to see you so bad. Maybe you could calm him down

Only you could calm him down

But it was late already, not having anything better to do, you are most likely asleep by now, he thought.

Thinking of you was enough for him to calm down

Only if he did visit you

The next day, you didn’t show up during breakfast

Some asked for you, since they cared about you

“Maybe they are sick...?”

“I don’t know, they seemed fine yesterday.”

“Well, that was yesterday,”

Something is off, Izuru thought to himself before immediately leaving the restaurant

He made his way to your cottage, some shouted after him but that didn’t stop him

Before knocking on the door, he noticed it was half opened. Pushing the door, he let himself in

And he was met with that terrifying view

There was your lifeless body, laying on the ground

Blood was no longer coming out, it was dry already

“Mmm, see you later, Izuru,”

You said that, right?

And he felt himself peaceful, maybe even excited to see you

See you, you said

It was just a promise you can’t keep

But the worst part is, he didn’t even feel anything now that you were gone

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede was really enjoying talking to you tonight

Well, that was because you always picked the subject she loved the most. Which happened to be music!

You knew how much your girlfriend enjoyed talking about it so it was a bit risky-- because once she did start talking about it, she never stopped

But that was fine! You quite enjoyed listening to her, too

“Aww, now talking to you like this... I really want to play you piano!” She said while pouting and huffing

“Well, you can? I mean, why don’t we sneak out to your lab?” You offered, which she immediately agreed

“Alright. But let’s be quiet, okay?” She said and held your hand, dragging you with her

You two had a great time. Seeing how interested you are listening to her made her want to play it better! She did want to impress you

After a while, she did offer you to play with her, which you accepted after her insisting a bit. Well, she was a little hard to keep up with but you were enjoying the company “S/o, we sound really good together!” Kaede claimed as she let out a giggle

“Yeah, we do,”

Later on, you two had to part ways because it was getting really really late

But before leaving, you held her hands and looked her in the eyes, “Night, Kaede!” You said, giving her a soft smile. “Yes, good night, S/o,” She said before you started leaning in for a kiss, which she returned

Exchanging I love yous, you finally parted ways

After returning to her room, she was blushing madly as she felt her heart beating so fast. She thought it was impossible for her to fall for you even more while hugging her pillow, but she was wrong. You were so perfect in many ways and she couldn’t help but fall for you

Your mere existence was enough for her to overcome anything :’)

Next morning was something else, she didn’t get her sleep at all because she talked to you until late hours... But it was worth it

Yawning, she started to get ready for the new day and left her room to go to dining hall

She noticed many people had already gathered there, but you haven’t arrived yet

“Geez, they must be sleeping, too” It did make sense since she barely woke up this morning

But you didn’t show up during breakfast... And she was getting worried, I mean, you never missed the breakfast, y’know?

As soon as she finished eating, she left dining hall, carrying some food as she made her way to your roon

“I’m worrying for nothing, they’re just sleeping. They’re just lazy to get up...”

She gently knocked on your door, waiting for you to open up... No sign. She called for you, still nothing

“S/o, heyy...” When she pushed the door a bit, she noticed the door wasn’t closed to being with.

Before she could start having doubts and horrible scenarios, she entered your room and immediately dropped the stuff she was carrying

“S...S/O?”

She let out a loud scream, falling on her knees as tears left her eyes

She tried to reach you, but when her warm hands touched your body, she was only met with coldness

You were gone, you were gone and she couldn’t take this back. Bursting into tears, she wondered what did you do to deserve this. What did her lovely S/o do to deserve such a cruel ending

How bad did she wish to take your place, oh, if only she could

Before regrets could take over her, she felt a hand tapping on her shoulder

She looked up immediately, thinking it was just a bad dream and you were right beside her

But when she did, she only met with Shuichi’s eyes

And that was when it hit her for the second time

You weren’t coming back

Brb gonna cry

Also I was happy with this being fluff but then I was reminded I am supposed to be writing angst 😭 so this is fluff with a bad ending? How do you name that... Anyways,... Requests are still open I guess??? Lol ty for bearing with me I’m trying to finish requests but I have like 20 left-