#the good thing with g is whether or not he's met somebody

[the-cookies-of-darkness]

Titanium cookie: what fourth wall? there aren't any we're on a dude's hand! Copper Cookie: uh yo is that Xaster guy okay? *Xaster's SMILING WIDER THEN EVER BEFORE! seemingly ELATED! he then drops them all! G landing in a nearby- tree! followed by titanium cookie, copper Cookie, Mercury cookie! lead cookie, tin cookie! nickel cookie! and the rest of the metal gang when I think of'em! all landing ontop of'em!* Xaster: you know? KEEP the powers! consider this a gift! hehehe! HAHAHA! YES! IT WORKED! *he says before slithering off at high speeds! something's made him extremely happy... *

"That guy being happy is very concerning..." G comments. "I'll need to tell Ultra...."

[limbuscompanysituations]

could you do g corp gregor x reader headcanons ?

G Corp Gregor is not only the youngest Gregor ID, he's also the most emotionally vulnerable. Also in the context of the war/human experimentation going on, it would be difficult for him to have met a partner who's a civilian. I can only imagine three scenarios in which a relationship with GC Gregor flourishes.

Reader is a soldier:

Probably not part of his squad, but they collaborate together often enough to have grown an appreciation for each other. It's mostly physical, as it's difficult to let himself have feelings other than "I need to stay alive." Still, this fellow soldier keeps coming out of combats alive, and they keep heading back to the barracks/medical tents together. They're almost always within each other's vicinity when out of battle. This mostly physical relationship progresses into Gregor starting to feel really uneasy with being apart from them. One day he finds them severely injured in the medical tent and decides to use his reputation/power to get them under his command. It's, of course, a relationship with a clear power imbalance. Still he tries to make them know that outside of combat, he's not their superior. They're friends and maybe something more. I see a lot of bitter sentiments growing after the fall of G Corp, and if this soldier survives, they will be certainly one of the many veterans who see Gregor as a traitor. The thing here is that even if they want to believe Gregor had little to no control over his role in the war, they would have to deal with years of "the hero of G Corp was a traitor and he failed us all" from other fellow veterans. This could change their mind in regards to their relationship with him. It would be rough to rekindle this relationship if they meet him again, many years later.

Reader is a researcher:

They're not responsible for the horrible things that have been done to him, and he knows that. He's still wary of them when they first meet each other, but he quickly realizes that they're not there to experiment on him, but rather try to raise his quality of life. They're oddly ethical for somebody working with biomimetics. They're kind to him, and gentle when they have to do any procedure on his body parts. He trusts them. It's not ideal for a soldier/test subject and a researcher to develop feelings for each other; this type of contact will end up affecting each other's work quality. They're willing to push through with this relationship, in spite of how inadequate it is. Luckily, neither have any power over each other so it's pretty balanced in regards to power exchange. If this researcher survives G Corp's fall and finds out Gregor is still alive, they will try to rekindle their relationship. Gregor would not be averse to that. I think it would be good for them to have one another, since nobody outside of G Corp would understand how terrible the conditions were for its employees.

Reader is a medic:

Probably a nurse who has to patch him up often. They talk to each other to keep the encounters lighthearted in spite of the urgency of the situation in G Corp. This nurse is kind to every patient they treat, but seems to have a special type of admiration towards him. Eventually he realizes the sentiments they have towards him are not those of admiration, but affection and infatuation. He is unsure of whether or not it would be a good idea, but he's lonely and depressed and they make him feel a rare sort of happiness. It wouldn't be difficult for them to pick their relationship back up after the fall of G Corp.

[vodka-redbull-daily]

October 31st, 2023 (Part 2)

*Graphic Sexual Content*

G-- was one of the guys I've been talking to for a few days now and scheduled in days in advance. he talked a lot about the concert he was going to, but was also kind of clingy and annoyed that I didn't talk to him every second of the day. he also wanted to talk on the phone before we met, but his phone call was really only 5 minutes unlike that guy from a few days ago took up an entire fucking hour.  he seemed pretty chill, and we were actually going to go out and do things. I brought semi nice clothes because I thought I was actually going to go do something fun things or explore the city or go to bars or something.  instead, I guess Halloween night would be spent with G--.

oh, and he brought weed.

weed is legal here in Massachusetts,  so he asked if he could bring some over. I had never smoked before, and I told him that, but I also might be willing to try. because I am. I was Always a little bit nervous to try it and I'd actually make plans with him before to do it together. it's still illegal in Texas, but he said he knew a way to get it. I said I didn't want to do it without somebody I trusted. so we made plans to do it together.

instead, I had my first joint with a 45 year old man up in B----- that I'd only known for maybe an hour.

I was much more looking forward to this appointment than any of the others. I got a good vibe from G-- through our text conversations.  I even put  on makeup and some  nicer clothes. the problem was it was like 40° out so I had to cover it all with jackets. I picked a little Tavern that's super close to the Airbnb and just walked the 15 minutes there. we met up after 9:00 p.m.,  so all the trick-or-treaters had gone home. it was a little creepy walking alone in the dark in the cold, just following the GPS on my phone. I didn't die, though. sometimes I forget that I'm not actually an independent man who can just travel alone. I'm extremely jealous of him and how he's able to drop everything and just go to France for a week. I want to be that, but I also want to be with him when he does that.

The Tavern was very very small. honestly, should have seen that coming since the entire town that I'm staying at is very very small. there were a few people sitting at the bar, and they kept giving us weird looks. I'm not sure why and they didn't even card me when I ordered my drink. Vodka redbull. G-- and I found a little table further away from them, but the place was so small we couldn't actually get away. we talked for a little bit, finished our drinks, then he suggested buying dinner since the tavern actually didn't have any food. I was happy he suggested that, cuz I hadn't eaten all day besides the breakfast  J-- had bought me.

At this point, G-- was so my favorite person I had met while I was up here. he even brought me some Halloween candy. pulling out of his pockets with this big ass silly  grin on his face.  we ordered some Chinese food, then he pulled out the blunt.  I actually don't even know if it's called a blunt or  a joint or what.  he said that the house would be able to air out in a few days, so we could smoke inside even though we were planning on smoking on the porch. it was just really cold. he lit it up, instructed me how to properly Breathe In and Out, then pass it over to me.  after my first puff, I was coughing like crazy and the back of my throat was burning. apparently this is what was supposed to happen.

we spent a little bit more time just talking and passing the thing back and forth.  he kept asking me if I felt it yet, and I kept saying not really. he had said that he thought I would probably have a high tolerance since I tried some edibles forever ago I have felt nothing. it's a toss-up whether or not those were actually real or not, since in Texas you can't really do anything about somebody lying to you about that kind of thing. I really wasn't feeling much of anything, mostly just pain in the back of my throat. he said it looked more relaxed and suggested that I go get my laptop so I can play music off it. it was when I was walking up the stairs that I realized I was probably high.

I was walking up the stairs, my jeans rubbing together between the thighs, and all I could think about was how loud my pants were. they weren't. they were just jeans. the sound had never bothered me before. but now, for some reason, they sent it as if I was wearing four layers of snow pants. I hurried back downstairs with a laptop told him about this discovery. he brought three joints total, but we just shared the one. probably good call.  we listen to some music,  kept talking, watched the  fake flickering fireplace That was installed in the wall. eventually, our food came.

I like Chinese food a lot. also, I hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, had only been eating pizza all week, and was high. it was the best Chinese food I  had ever eaten in my life.  I've eaten a lot of Chinese food in texas, but for some reason I had never found a place that serves soup dumplings. soup dumplings are now my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. one of my favorite Chinese places in A------ serves potstickers that are effectively soup dumplings, I now realize. they have also always been my favorite pot stickers. 

I honestly can't remember if we sat there and made  out on the couch for a little bit or not.  all these appointments start to run together, when you do them too often or they're not special enough to really catch my attention. plus, this time I was pretty  out of it. it was weird, because even after that one drink at the bar I really wasn't feeling tipsy. and after half a blunt, I really wasn't feeling that different. things were just…  more.

we went upstairs to my room and he was the first person that wanted the lights off. we kept the closet light on, a little bit of the light bleeding through the edges around the door. but otherwise, the room was  dark.  I felt more romantic, more like an actual date than any of the other ones have. it reminded me most of him. even in the moment, that's what I was thinking about. this is how he did it the first time we slept together.

we laid together, doing the usual foreplay of touching each other  through our clothes.  I don't know if the weed or just the fact that I didn't like being up here all alone is what made me constantly think about him instead of focusing on G--. but even him reaching out of my shirt to play with my boobs, slowly taking off my pants, rubbing my clit through my underwear.  all I could think about was him.  thought about how much I missed him. thought about how much I wanted him to be the one doing this to me, not some random stranger in B------.  I wasn't sad, per se. I liked the feeling, I was horny. it was just that also about 73% of my brain was dedicated to imagine what would be like if he was the one here. if we were still talking. if we were still sleeping together.

all of our clothes did eventually come off. that's how this works, right? It's a little fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure he also didn't have me suck his dick. I really don't remember moving much Beyond just laying back and letting him worship my body. he had his fingers inside me, rubbing all the right spots and  going at just the right tempo.  this is where I discovered a major problem, however.

 I couldn't cum.

 normally, at this point in an encounter, I would have cum multiple times.  I had even laid down a  towel in preparation. he was better than J-- had been this morning and the weed had taken away some of the pain that I had been feeling  while the pill that  I had been prescribed to take a few days ago had finished off the last of my yeast infection. I was horny. I was in the mood. I was even more turned on since I was thinking about him. but I didn't make a difference. I couldn't reach an orgasm.

 G-- honestly didn't seem to notice. whether that's a statement on his character or just a side effect of the weed on his part, I don't know if I'll ever know. eventually,  he went over to his pants  to pull out his own set of condoms. he crawled on top of me, squishing me  flat into the bed and holding me tightly. I liked it. I liked it like this because it reminded me so much of him. because this is the way he usually fucked me. he tried to put his dick in me and I realized another horrible thing.

 I also couldn't get wet.

 it didn't make any sense to me. I have always bragged about how I was constantly wet, how even when I wasn't feeling horny I could probably put something up there with no problem. and now, nothing? worse than nothing  because when he put his  dick in, it felt like he was just rubbing a balloon against my skin. there was no pleasure at all. And it didn't get any better. the entire time, I was just as dry. I wanted this. I was horny, I was imagining him being the one fucking me, he had teased me enough with the fingering. I didn't understand what was happening.

 I didn't say anything about it, though. mostly because I didn't realize that's what was going on at first. I truly thought maybe he was just so small that he couldn't get it in all the way that was rubbing it on the outside. I don't like to bring that up when that happens. not really trying to   injure the egos of these guys.  that's how you get murdered.  besides, I did like the feeling of having somebody on top of me like that. I love the feeling of being squished flat into a bed. it doesn't even have to be sex. just a feeling of somebody's body on top of me, a  weighted blanket  that helps calm my nerves.  although, it was incredibly distressing and annoying when he also decided to stick his fucking tongue in my ear. what the fuck is wrong with people? why would anybody like that? I had never encountered anybody doing that to you before and now I had gotten two in one day. What absolute shit luck.

 he warned me before he came even though he was wearing a condom.  I guess I'm going to verify that it was going to be over soon? I'm not sure why, but he didn't last very long. or maybe he did and it just felt like it wasn't very long. maybe that's something weed does.  I'm not sure, but my guess is that he didn't last very long because since it was so uncomfortable for me, I feel like I would have noticed it was taking a long time because I would have wanted it to be over.  it's happened to me a few times  where the guy just keeps going and going and going and I really would like it to be over cuz I'm not enjoying myself that much.  usually with blowjobs.

After he came, we lay next to each other and snuggled. we talked, but I don't remember what about. mostly, we just laid there silently next to each other. we did a lot of touching. I have this thing where when I'm resting my hand on somebody, my fingers like to move in circles or little patterns. just soft touches that happen naturally.  I did it all the time with him. just because I like feeling that physical connection. G-- was stroking my hair over and over again.  this part, I feel like lasted a very long time. there were a few times or my brain would check in and be like, ‘oh we're still doing this?’  I liked it, though. I like the gentle soft touches, the care that he was putting in to make sure that I was feeling good.

suddenly that changed  to him spanking me, though.  that really sure how that started, but this also went on for a very long time.  for some reason, I also had this fascination with him putting his fingers in my mouth. he would run his thumb along my lips and I would open them up for him to put in between my teeth and bite down gently. when he had my ass in  the air to get a better angle for spanking, I took one of his fingers in my mouth is there a sucking on it. I'm not sure why I did it. probably has something to do with the weed.  I was enjoying myself, just not sure why that happened.

 the  spanking went on for what seems like forever before he finally decided to put on another condom and fucking again. I was hoping that maybe this time the result will be different, since I had had plenty of time to get wet again. but it wasn't. I was still just as dry. I still wasn't able to cum.  when he asked if I had, I lied. it was the first time I'd ever had to lie. I didn't want him to feel bad since it seemed to be not his fault. we laid there for a little longer, Cuddling and touching each other again before he finally decided he should leave. it was 1:00 a.m. . he acted all surprised by how long we had been in bed together. 

 he left me $200 on the table, then went home.

 it was a very confusing mix. on the one hand, he was definitely the encounter I had liked the most. he was the nicest, fucked me in a way I actually enjoyed, and actually seem to care about how I was feeling the whole time. on the other hand, the actual sex itself was quite disappointing. he was short, the sex was short, and I just could not get any pleasure from it at all. this is one of those times where I wonder if I hadn't been under any sort of influence if I  actually would have enjoyed myself.  I've had  this thought before.  I actually had it the  first night that I slept with him, since I was pretty  drunk. that issue was easily solved, though, when the next time we fucked I was completely sober and I enjoyed myself just as much.

 not sure if that will happen with G-- or not.

 he says that he travels  to Texas every now and then. that he wouldn't mind meeting up again. maybe I should. I'm not sure. in Texas weed probably wouldn't be involved, so it would be a good experiment to see if I get wet at all with him. the problem is, 200 is not a lot and I have so many more people in Texas who would be willing to pay me more for  sex that is just as bad. 

Total Earned: $2,600

Body Count: 11

Dick Pics: 10

Sex Ranking:

B------

Him

T----

P------

F----

G--

R--

T------

J--

D--

M---

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Can i have platonic headcannons for the diasomnia students (seprate) learning that the reader (who is from another world so she'd be Yuu basically) is Lilia's daughter (who even Lilia didn't know existed) considering at first the them AND the reader just thought she was a normal human. Even though the reader did have the pointed ears but the reader was just told her whole life that it was just some kind of genetic deformity of some kind and nothing else.

ooh, I saw this request answered on someone else's blog, so I'm more than happy to give you my take on it!

also, I had a difficult time with sebek, so my apologies, but he is excluded.

female reader

tw: child abadonment, implied sexual conduct

due to circumstances, lilia's partner (yuu's parental figure) is implied to be female.

requests are open!

🍉 malleus draconia 🍉

lilia had a partner? is the first thing that pops into his mind. my word, what a surprising turn of events. and you're...human? what a curious tale.

malleus regards you with an air of fascination. as lilia was as close as he can get to a father figure, he becomes quite curious in his own eloquent way. he doesn't know what to do, to be honest.

he'll, of course, welcome you as part of the diasomnian family. while he isn't very good at social interaction, he hopes to get along better with you. you might just be the last of lilia's blood to survive.

truth be told, a small part of him is suspicious. how would lilia, in spite of all his travels, impregnate somebody, not be aware and... have a daughter? it doesn't add up to how he sees lilia.

pointy ears... are part of what identifies faes, so to hear that you simply thought of it as a birth defect amuses him. if sebek heard that...

he'll teach you the ways of briar valley. the history, traditions and so on, if you so persist. in a way, he's like a big brother who wants to get to know you, but doesn't quite know how.

🍉 silver 🍉

surprise, of course. to think his old man was traveling to a different universe just before lilia found him... silver can command his strength.

he's surprised, of course. you're lilia's daughter...? so, his sister? no, half sister? he welcomes you as such, and is prepared for your utter shock when he tells you that your siblings.

he treats you like he does with sebek. siblings stand on equal ground, no? granted, he's sure you haven't endured much training, so he'll help you on that front.

that being said, he'll be an attentive older brother. receiving an unexpected sibling seems to show that side of him that even he doesn't know about.

I think when he first met you, there's a little strike of... oh. father's biological child. it fades as quick as it appears, so it doesn't bother him much.

while he's unsure on whether or not you plan to stay in twisted wonderland, he'll do his best to support your decision- it must be difficult, deciding between your adoptive parents or your biological one, who he happens to share familial connections with.

🍉 lilia vanrouge 🍉

the man himself! in absolute shock. so his one fling led to... oh... oh dear. he feels very guilty. to abandon a child unknowingly while taking another one in... how is he supposed to feel about that?

for a few days, lilia is quiet. his head is muddled with thoughts and his confusion rings clear as day. how did he become so foolish? how did he... why... how...? it takes the combined efforts of everyone in diasomnia to snap him out of it.

first things first, he apologizes to you and tells you what he knows about your birth's circumstances. to think that he would create a child..

with silver, he's known him ever since he was a wee lad, but you..? even though you are bound by blood, he doesn't know a single thing about you. how would he start? he gives you options that makes it comfortable for you. you can reach out to him if you like, or you can back away. either way, he'll do his best to communicate with you.

he doesn't know what you'll choose- to stay in twisted wonderland, or to go back to your original world, but whichever you choose, he hopes you won't forget what happened with him.

general

since you hail from a world where magic doesn't exist, they will show you its wonders. from tricks to tricky spells, they'll attempt to aid you. who knows, perhaps after some exposure your own magic will appear. the child of lilia vanrouge would be expected to have a few throws of magic, yes?

they'll try to make you feel at home. it's not perfect, but they're trying. cooking with lilia is something that they're fervently trying to get you out off, but alas, the old man always comes out victorious.

[xerox-candybar]

Small snippet from a WIP (Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral Reader). Not my usual white-haired & mischievous anime-man, but it’s been a fun time ^_^.

G-rated/sickfic: in which you get a cold, and Gojo confuses leprosy and lycanthropy. (You have neither).

“Are you watching me sleep again? I thought we talked about this…” 

“I came to investigate!” Gojo chimes. “You were making strange noises in your sleep…” 

And then Gojo proceeds to mimic the aforementioned strange noises: a series of grunts and snores. 

“My nose is stuffy,” you complain as you halfheartedly swat him with a pillow. “What do you expect?”

Gojo recoils with a gasp. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Gojo. It’s just a cold—“ 

“The common cold?!?”

“Yeah.” You pull yourself up into a cross-legged seat. “What are you freaking out?”

“There’s no cure for the common cold!” Gojo brings his hands to his mouth, as if met with some unspeakable disaster. (Although, admittedly, in the face of unspeakable disaster, Gojo tends to remain calm.)

Strangely, the world’s strongest sorcerer does not handle mundane illnesses well — whether it’s for himself, or others (especially others).

There’s something about little things, those insidious and invisible elements that he can’t control… even when it’s just a cold. It makes him feel nervous, insecure.

You try to reassure him as best you can.

“It’s nothing… at least I’m not cursed or anything, right? I mean… you’ve certainly seen worse.” Mostly with his colleagues -- he’s got a difficult job, after all. You settle back under the blankets.  “I’ll be fine, really. I just need some sleep.”

You pull the covers over your head. The vague, voyeuristic sensation doesn’t abate. Which means…

You peak above the covers. Gojo hasn’t moved—he’s still there, perched at the edge of your bedside. The blindfold is back on, and he’s scrolling through his cell phone intensely.

“Gojo.”

“What?” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“I’m supervising.” In this moment (as per usual), Gojo’s ambiance is sorely lacking in “Responsible Adult Vibes” and overflowing with “Chaotic Puppy Energy.

“If you really want to help, text my job and tell them I’m sick.”

“I already did that,” he replies. “Just now.”

“What?”

You throw the covers off, and in your exuberance, hurl them all the way off the edge of the mattress and onto the floor. How did he get your bosses’ number? And… How often does he text them, unbeknownst to you?

“It would be irresponsible to send you to work when you’re infected with some incurable virus—“ Gojo tuts, picking up the covers and draping them over you. “And, unlike certain other people in this room, I’m not about to take this lying down—“

“That is literally the only way you are supposed to take an illness, you dork. By lying down, and resting.” You flop back onto the mattress, arms outstretched. “It’s just a stuffy nose, it’s not like I have the plague or anything—“

Gojo tucks the covers around you as you speak. It’s... snug. Very snug.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken.” Gojo extends his index finger and gestures pointedly, wagging it at you. “According to the research I did just now, it could be any number of things.”

“I know you have good intentions, but the road to hell is lined with people plugging somebody else’s symptoms into WebMd. I’m not interested.”

You grab a pillow and try to cover your ears, but you find that your arms won’t move; Gojo has you effectively trapped in the blankets. As you attempt to wriggle your way out of your soft, fluffy prison, Gojo lists off a volley of ailments:

“Hay fever, acute sinusitis, chronic sinusitis, laryngitis, generalized anxiety disorder, or —“

You groan and retaliate with an eye-roll—extra emphatic, since you can’t flip him the bird move your arms or anything.

Gojo lifts the blindfold and flashes you a warning look. He clearly wasn’t finished speaking. “—or lycanthropy.”

“You’re kidding.” At this point, you’ve managed to free your arms enough to grab a pillow.

“I’m deadly serious,” he says, raising one hand to his heart and the other to God. “If the Ministry of Health finds out about this, they will forcibly remove you from polite society.”

“Okay, first, you were exaggerating. Now you’re just making stuff up. Seriously, cut it out—“ You raise the pillow high, preparing to smack him—

“I would do no such thing,” he insists. “Not when it comes to your health. Besides, imagine how I would feel, if you were shipped off to some deserted island and forced to live in a lycanthrope colony. I would be devastated.” He finishes this sentence with a grandiose swoon.

“Okay, so…” You hug the pillow to your chest, feeling magnanimous enough to be the bigger person (and not slap him). You reassuringly pat his hand, instead. “When you say ‘lycanthrope colonies,’ I think you’re thinking of leper colonies,” you continue. “And, thankfully, modern medicine has made it possible to not only cure Hansen’s disease, but also for people to stay integrated with society during treatment—“

“—except when it’s the full moon.” Gojo nods sagely, and then interlaces his fingers with yours.

“Wait.” With your free hand, you pinch the bridge of your nose, exasperated. Where do you even begin with this man?

“So. Lycanthropy,” you sigh. “I don’t think that word means what you think it means. I’m talking about leprosy. You’re talking about werewolves—“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Gojo places his free hand to your lips, shushing you. “‘Werewolf’ is an antiquated and derogatory term. Person-first language, please.”

“Alright. In any case, I think you’re confused. Leprosy is spread by a virus. Lycanthropy is when someone —or, erm, something— bites you…“

“Exactly! How do you know so much about this, hm?” Gojo smiles, staring at you through the black fabric covering his eyes, then brings your hand to his mouth, gently kissing it. “How many other people have you been biting?”

[pandaluc]

Throughout the pain, I will stay

Pairing: Tohma x g!n reader

Genre: Hurt, Fluff, Modern Au

Warnings: Slight mentions of abuse and bullying, not proof-read

You asked the universe to grant you the chance to become friends with Tohma, and so the universe did. But world surely is so cruel. You stayed only to be replaced by someone new. Oh how you wish for him to come back in your life.. You had fallen deep in love with him.. Perhaps, the universe will once again hear your cries and wishes?

You and Tohma have been friends for a total of 4 years now. It all started back in High School, where the both of you got paired for this one science subject. You were so happy back then because Tohma had always caught your eye. He seemed kind, gentle, charming and intelligent. It was a struggle, however, to talk to him first since you don't think that you have a place in his life. But alas, the universe had heard your prayers and manifestations. The universe granted you what you've always wanted, a guy friend that you could always rely on.

But now, as you think back to those moments, you somewhat get a feeling of regret. You are indeed happy with Tohma, you really were. You found him as one of the best men one could ever meet in this world. But you can't stop yourself from asking where you have went wrong. Were you that awkward around him? Or were you too annoying for his kind? You can't help but think. Was it wrong to spend so much time with him? Or perhaps, was it wrong that you had befriended him in the first place?

Because now, you seem hopeless. All of those years seemed to be replaced by a person Tohma just met last year. Normally, it does not hurt you to see Tohma with somebody else. Especially if they are one of the reasons you are able to see Tohma's cheeky smiles. But you had fallen for him. You grew feelings towards him ever since the both of you reached college. You know very well that you are nobody but a friend of Tohma. And you also know that as long as Tohma is happy, you are happy.

But you didn't expect to hurt this much. The moments where you saw Tohma holding somebody's hand. The moment you saw Tohma pecking somebody's lips. The moment you heard Tohma's declaration of love towards somebody else. That is when you realize that maybe you are more selfish than you thought. For all you could think of is you. That you want to be that somebody. That you want Tohma for yourself, and only for you. But what could you do? It's been three months since Tohma last said a word to you. It's been five months since Tohma actually had a conversation with you. You had lost him. You took him for granted, thinking the he will stay forever by your side. You forgot that everytime you had thought of a plan to confess to him, time was ticking very fast. You were late. You were now replaced.

And now, all you could do is sit on your bed. Hugging a pillow you wish is Tohma as you bawl your eyes out. You did know that Tohma was special to you. But only when he had left you realized that he was more than special. His importance in your life was indescribable. You continue to wait for a call or a text, just hoping that Tohma would at least drop a "hi" or ask how you are doing. The universe had acknowledged your wishes again, though you wish that it won't turn bad this time. A notification popped up on your phone as you were eating. It was a single "hey there" from Tohma. You don't know whether you should answer or not. You don't know if you will feel joyous or hurt. Will he finally realize that you exist? Or will he just ask you for advices for the person he loves which is not you. Nevertheless, you texted back a "hiii" not caring anymore if you are desperate or blindly in love. Whatever happened next was something...interesting. His partner broke up with him since last month, a reason why he needed some time alone. There was a spark of joy in you, how weird. There was also a part of you that felt bad for what he had went through. But was it that bad compared to what you had been going through? Either way, he said he wanted to meet up with you and finally talk to someone about his problems to get things off his chest. You felt nice. The fact that he had thought to talk to you first about this aside from anyone else was enough to make your heart flutter. At this point, any attention from him is something you'll greatly appreciate.

After minutes of driving, you finally arrive to the destination where the both of you will meet. "Archons..." you breathe out. You see Tohma for afar, sitting on a bench waiting for you. All you could think of is how beautiful he looks like. But you snap back to reality and told yourself that you must not let your guard down. He could hurt you anytime, after all. And even if you hated how much power he had over your emotions, you somewhat love the fact that you will do anything and everything for him.

You then walked up to him. There it is. The smile he had always been giving to his ex-partner. The voice you've been wanting to hear for these past months. The eyes you've always wished that would look at you again. You admit that there was a glimpse of pain in his features, but you're just happy that you had finally saw him. The both of you had a conversation, a long one. To your surprise, he did realize the loss of your presence in his life. He also realized how stupid he was to just suddenly leave you because his ex-partner told him so. He apologized, with tears on his face, thinking that he was such a jerk. The more you heard his story, the more you realized how his ex-partner was quite abusive and manipulative. How you wish to prevent all of these from happening. The bruises in Tohma's arms, the redness of his eyes all from crying... if only you could go back in time, you know you would.

You then decided that Tohma won't be able to recover from such traumatic experience alone. You decided to help him, the same way he helped you back in high school when you were getting bullied. The both of you agreed that he could stay in your house. You took good care of him. Slowly, but surely, you make effort see it all again. His smile that is purely out of joy. His eyes that are genuinely filled with shimmer. All of these...leading you to where you are now.

A ring on your right hand. You wait outside the big doors, nervous yet excited. How time flies by~ It all felt like yesterday when Tohma confessed his love for you. When he hugged you oh so tightly yet gently the moment you told him you love him back. When you and him had your first kiss as a couple. When he went down on one knee, proposing to you as he speaks of his love with tears on his face. And now, just a few minutes more, you will be married with your one and only.

Just this morning, Tohma told you... "Thank you because you stayed.". In which later, in front of many people, you will site loudly your promise you had been keeping for these past years... "Throughout the pain, I will stay."

Author's Notes

Nobody had posted a Tohma x Reader for quite a while (well, at least when I was writing this) so I did this.. It's my first time writing these type of things so I hope it wasn't too bad or too ooc. Also, what do you exactly call these type of writings? Headcanons? Imagines? Fics? Drabbles..what are drabbles anyways?? Either way, if there is anything I could do to improve, please say so! Thank you so much for reading and have a good day/evening <3

[kariachi]

Some quick fic, Kevin, Gwen, a brief touch on the topic of polyamory and cultural differences.

~~

“Mom’s got a date tonight with one of her girlfriends.” Gwen paused, setting down her book and looking across the couch at Kevin.

“Plural?”

“Yeah,” he said in a confused tone, not looking up from his phone. “She’s seeing like three people right now.”

“And you’re cool with it?”

“Only really met one and he’s been a family friend for ages, so...” Kevin shrugged, still tapping away.

“No, I mean with her dating three people at once.”

“Yeah?” That, apparently, was the right sentence to get him to look up, staring at her like she’d grown a second head or called the sky purple. “Don’t think Mom’s had less than two partners at a time in her life. Even when Dad died it just took her down to three.”

“So,” Gwen said, head cocking slightly to one side, “that’s just normal for you.”

“Yeah?” Kevin’s expression was quickly going from ‘my girl has grown another head’ to ‘something is wrong with my girl’. “Even if she was into monogamy, I’m Osmosian, this shit’s the norm for us. There’s a reason I also call Kay’s mom ‘Mom’.”

“Huh…” She leaned back against the arm of the couch. “I keep not expecting cultural differences like this to come up with you for some reason.” Kevin shrugged confusedly.

“Don’t know what to tell ya, G. If it’s an issue then… Sucks to be you I guess, ‘cause this shit ain’t changing.” Fiddling with the pages of her book, Gwen turned the information over in her mind.

“What about you?” There was a beat.

“Be specific, babe.”

“Where do you stand on having multiple partners, yourself?” He blinked, still clearly feeling that somebody somewhere had gotten lost.

“It’s, I’m an Ossy, G. And my mom fit right into the Nesting. I’m down for multiple partners.” The corner of her lips quirked downward. He tensed.

“But, this-” She gestured between the two of them. “-is okay, right?”

“Yes?” Now he was openly confused and wary. Still, he pressed on regardless. “Would I be cool with having more romantic partners than just you? Yeah. But you’ve made it real clear you don’t share, so… Prefer more mates than just Argit too, but that ain’t happening any time soon either.” Gwen raised an eyebrow. “Standing agreement, if either of us has kids the other’s helping raise them. Ossy thing.” The eyebrow went higher. Kevin tensed more.

“We’re going to have to go in-depth on that at some point, aren’t we?”

“Probably, yeah.” The room descended into an awkward silence, the question of whether they were going to get into Osmosian relationship designations and such right then and there hanging overhead. Eventually, Gwen broke the quiet with a sigh, picking her book back up as the tension dropped from Kevin like a lead weight.

“Well, good to know in any case…”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.5 Sakamaki Laito [Track 2]

Original title: 滴り落ちる雫

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 5 Sakamaki Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (12:18~26:35)

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: Honestly, I was already expecting this kind of reaction from Laito. He tends to see the positive in any situation, knowing how to get a kick out of it, so I figured he would enjoy getting to toy with the MC while she is suffering from amnesia. However, I assume fear will slowly start to settle in once he realizes that perhaps her memories might never come back and then we’ll get some quality A N G S T~ Also the bathroom scene is slowly becoming one of the most iconic happenings of the whole DL franchise. :p They just love repeating it or referring to it in all of his CDs. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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Track 2: Water Drops Raining Down

*Drip drip*

“Nn...”

Laito wakes up.

“Why are we...in the bathroom? ...Uu...My head still...”

*Drip drip*

“...! B-Bitch-chan...!? Are you okay...? I wonder why we’re here...? For now, let’s return to our roー”

You flinch, scooting away.

“...Fufu...Is something wrong? Why are you moving away?”

You ask who he is. 

“...Haah!? What was gotten into you all of a sudden? I’m obvious your precious boyfriend, Laito-kun~? Are you still half-asleep perhaps? Or maybe you’re a little out of it because I sucked too much of your blood?”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Nfufu~ ...What are you so surprised about? You’re well aware, aren’t you? ...That I’m a Vampire who goes crazy over your blood, that is~”

You try and run but Laito grabs hold of your arm.

*Rustle*

“Woah there...! Where are you going?”

You try and get away from him, making a fuss.

“Oh come on~ It isn’t like you to go rampant just because I grabbed your arm, Bitch-chan.”

You tell him to stop using that nickname. 

“...Eeeh~~? You’re going to complain about that now? I called you ‘Bitch-chan’ plenty of times before we went to bed as well, remember?”

You frown.

“Hm...Your reactions really are off. Did somebody do something to you after I lost consciousness, perhaps...?”

You shake your head.

“You don’t know anything? What do you mean...?”

You explain.

“...! Don’t tell me...Are you trying to tell me you’re suffering from memory loss? Do you really not remember anything? Like what happened earlier? Or who I am?”

You nod.

“No way...But why? You were completely normal up till now. ...! Could it be...Earlier...The double moon...Paraselene Syndrome? I see...So that’s why...Fufufu...Fufufufufu...Ahahaha! Nice! This is interesting! You made me worry for nothing~ I’m sure you’ll heal over time, in which case I might as well enjoy it while I can.”

You ask what he is talking about.

“Paraselene Syndrome. It’s the name of the disease you’ve been infected with. I suppose that’s why you were feeling under the weather tonight. You were affected because demon blood runs through your veins. Right now you’re seeing an illusion, and I have been caught up in it as well. ...I’m sure tonight will be a lot of fun. After all, right now you’re the old Bitch-chan from when we had only just met.”

You ask him for more details.

“Come on, we can keep the details for later. What’s important right now is that you’re suffering from amnesia, so we have to find a way to retrieve your memories. As far as I know, the only way to do so is by recreating any impactful memory within your mind. So why don’t we try anything which comes to mind~?”

You raise a brow.

“You know, all sorts of things? For example...I could show you a kind of pleasure which will blow your mind~?”

You look terrified of what he might do.

“...Nfu~ I’m really digging that reaction! It’s been a while! Nothing beats seeing you protest like that~ However, I’m gonna need you to behave for a bit now...”

*THUD*

“Aaah~ My bad~ Did that hurt? I might have gotten a little ahead of myself. An empty bathtub is just as hard as stone, isn’t it? Hang on tight, I’ll fill it up right away.”

Laito turns on the shower head.

*Pshhhhhhh*

“With water, of course~”

He starts pouring water on top of you.

“Mmh, exactly~ You gave the same reaction before. I’m starting to remember it clearly as well~ I did this to you in the past too. Cornering you in the bathroom, before spraying water on you while you were clothed. ...How does it feel? I repeated the same action, so have your memories returned?”

You shake your head.

“Fufu~ In that case...Shall I take it one step further~?”

He turns up the pressure.

*PSHHHHHH*

“How’s that? Does it feel good? Aaah~ I suppose it’s hard to breathe when the pressure is so strong, isn’t it? Haha...However, the expression you make while suffering is simply wonderful, you know? You get a kick out of the pain as well, don’t you~? I just can’t...get enough of that face you make! Give me a closer look...”

Laito places a hand on your cheek. 

“Aah...You’re so cold. No wonder you’re shivering. But rest assured, I’ll take my time to thoroughly warm you up now...”

You look at him in fear.

“Nfu~ No need to be so frightened. When you look at me like that, I only want to tease (1) you even more~ Honestly, I would have loved to start things off even more intense, but after seeing your face...I just want your blood so badly...I can’t hold back any longer...”

He bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Aah~ Aah...Your blood is so warm...This is the flavor which drives me crazy...~ ...Say? This is the first time you have your blood sucked after losing your memories, but have you started feeling good already, perhaps?”

You beg him to stop.

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufufu~ Why are you resisting? It’s only going to get even more fun from here on out, you know? There’s still so much more pain for you to experience~ Both pain...and mind-blowing pleasure. For example, when I sink my fangs into your ear...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Aah~ Say? It hurts even more than before, doesn’t it? But rest assured...You’ll be able to feel great in the end. ...Come on, let me hear more of your cries. In return, I’ll bite you even more...”

He continues sucking your blood.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

You tell him to stop.

“...Ah. Listen up, Bitch-chan. You shouldn’t phrase it like that. When you want me to stop, you have to say ‘Please continue~!’, you know...~?”

You don’t respond.

“Are you sure you can just keep quiet? At this rate, I might just gobble your ear right up~ Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

You beg him to continue, hoping it’ll have the opposite effect. 

“Mmh...Ah...Fufufu...Fufu~ Okay then. In that case, I’ll listen to your request...and keep going~ Haahn...”

You protest again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Nfu~ ...Aah~ Fufu...Fufufu...Hahahaha! You’re a one-of-a-kind, Bitch-chan! You really are so gullible at heart! Or should I say you are good at enticing a man~? You are a natural at triggering the sadist in me. That side of you is so very ‘cute’ (2) as well, you know~? Aah...The damp clothes are sticking to your skin, making you look so very lascivious. Your shoulder, for example...is very nice...”

*Rustle*

“Aah~ Don’t move...See? The blood’s trickling down. What a waste...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Aaah~ It tastes like your blood. This delectable flavor which always makes me go crazy. Fufufu...Fufufu...! So you really are frightened. I wonder what I look like to you right now? I’m so very curious~ I’m very much enjoying the things we’re doing right now...You should try and enjoy it as well, or you’ll be missing out, you know? ーー Well, even though I say that, I know you will cry, protest and fight back. ...That’s fine. Fight back all you want! Including that part as well, I’ll make sure to enjoy this Paraselene Syndrome.”

You ask him why he is doing all of this.

“...Hm~? I mean, once the moon goes back to normal, your memories will return as well. Before that happens, I want to indulge in your old, hostile self~”

You doubt whether he is actually our boyfriend or not.

“Fufu...Eeeh~? Exactly. I am none other than your lover. I doubt you remember right now, but your usual self would happily join in with this kind of ‘fun’~ I simply want to make you feel amazing after all. And I’m enjoying it as well, so it’s a win-win situation, no?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“No need to get your panties in a knot like that~ You still haven’t been satisfied? In that case, I’ll make you feel even better, okay? Let us enjoy...the ultimate pleasure, you’ll barely believe it was real by the time you snap back to your senses. Haahn...”

Laito bites you once more.

*Gulp gulp*

*BZZZZZZZZZ*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) かわいがる or ‘kawaigaru’ usually means ‘to spoil’ or ‘to dote on’, however, the set phrase ‘かわいがってあげる’ is often used in a sarcastic way as well, meaning the exact opposite. 

(2) ‘Kawaii’ obviously means ‘cute’, but it can also have a hidden implication of ‘naive’, ‘innocent’ or ‘dependent’. 

[juuls]

Juulna’s ‘Hold Onto Your Sanity’ Fic, Book, and Music Recs for the 2020 Dumpster Fire... Part 3!

So you just crash-landed behind enemy lines in a war you know barely anything about except that your role seems infinitesimal and insignificant, and dumped into a year, 2020, that already seems fifteen years too long.

Before you drown your sorrows in some fantastic scotch or wine coolers for days (or weeks)… I have a proposal.

That you step back from the flames, tune things out for a bit, and try to forget about the outside world for a while (but don’t forget to vote or I will be very sad at you!).

These fics are meant to take you out of your head (I’m including more plot/story-minded fics than PWP) for the next few weeks or months as the world goes to hell (even more) but of course there are some bits of solid angst in these as there is wont to be in many a fic. Check the tags, read responsibly, don’t like-don’t read, ship and let ship, and please do leave a kudos and maybe even a comment! :)

This is PART THREE.

Check out here for Part One and most of the Marvel fic recs, along with a selection of book recs too. :)

And here’s Part Two, which has the bulk of my Star Wars and Game of Thrones recs, along with Spotify playlists!

Part Three is this one here, all about the Potterverse.

(Not yet complete) Here’s Part Four, filled with even more shippy goodness from all over the Star Trek universe. So. Many. Ships. :D

(Not yet complete) Part Five is Witcher, Man From UNCLE, Stargate: Atlantis and SG-1, Sherlock, Hannibal, and Doctor Who.

(Not yet complete) Part Six will probably be all for my newfound love of Supergirl, along with some Game of Thrones and Marvel ships I skipped, because I gotta stop somewhere with all these recommendations or I’ll be at it forever. Seriously, how much of this stuff have I read!?

But I think we all need some distractions from the world these days, eh? Or something to console us other than internet rage and a barrel of ice cream and/or hard alcohol.

Potterverse

I’ve chosen to pick fics (mostly) off of AO3 for their easy reading access, though HP fics’ golden years were on sites like fanfiction.net and other independent archives like Sycophanthex and others which have closed their doors over the years, sadly. Some of these fics date back to almost 20 years old, or more, amazingly!

For fics on fanfiction.net, I highly recommend using this link (FicSave) to epub/mobi converter rather than dealing with the frustrating app. It functions like AO3′s built-in download button.

SSHG/Sevmione

Rec assistance by @perrydowning​

Second Life by Lariope

Phantom of Hogwarts by Good_Witch

Romancing the War by Pubella

The Poison Garden by turtle_wexler @turtlewexlerwrites

A Light in the Fog by turtle_wexler

Pride of Time by AnubisAnkh

The Savage by MagdatheMagpie

Snape’s Story by Tbird1965

Recognition by jezzie (krith)

Tedium of Time by oneredshoe

Tango by Desert_Sea

Sense and Insensibility by Desert_Sea

Time Mutable Immutable by Grooot

The Twenty by Leyna Rountree

For the Only Hope by ausland @run-with-me-to-the-sea

Bundle of Joy by LadyTuesday

Our Hands Tied by multilingualism

Choose Something Like A Star by TeddyRadiator

Mistress of the Stacks by Ms_Anthrop

A Derailed Train of Thought by Ms_Anthrop

Antiquities by stormcorona

Watch Over Me by @snapeslittleblackbuttons​

Dropped Down into the Unknown by @q-drew​

Delicate Transitions by @morbidmuch​

Lay Me Low by TeddyRadiator

The Savage by MagdatheMagpie

Another Dream by @dragoon811​

A Chance For Happiness by @corvusdraconis​

Breath of the Nundu by corvusdraconis, Dragon_and_the_Rose

Just to Be by Amarti @amarti-writes-stuff​

Hinge of Fate by Ramos

Forged in Flames by @mswhich​

Days in the Sun by bluespring864

Making sure the boy who lived, actually does by Hold_en @hold-enwrites​

The Problem With Purity by Phoenix.Writing

One Step Forward, Two Decades Back by corvusdraconis

The Headmaster’s Wife by Mrs_HH @propertyofseverustsnape

The Master, the Warden, the Headmaster, and the Deputy by mak5258

Cloak of Courage by Wendynat

Hermione Granger and the Intended Vessels by ShawnaCanon

Augury and Ardor by SnapeySnax

Before the Dawn by snarkyroxy

The Love You Take by Subversa

His Draught of Delicate Poison by Subversa

and sooooo many more if you want them just ask, this is both mine and Perry’s oldest ship lol

Gramander (Original Graves x Newt)

A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage by Anonymous

take a deep breath (and let it go) by lincesque @tumbloncat

Roar by @elenothar

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @prosodiical

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

Basic Instincts by @manic-intent

Promised by Miss_Lv

Plan G by Aate

Heat of the Chase by argentoswan @wannahearaboutmycats

Newt Scamander’s Guide to Getting Things Done by arthureameslove

Against all Odds by Maril

Where I Belong by Mishafied

He Wants To Say, “I Love You, Nothing Can Hurt You”  by @obsidionwingsofmidnight

Arranged by Miss_Lv

death of a bachelor by gudetama (elementary)

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

you make me feel this way somehow by gudetama (elementary)

The Nature of the Beast by AntiGravitas @absolutelynogravitaswhatsoever

The Knights, the Newt, and the Rose by @yinyangswings

The Wizard’s Cat by @natecchi

The Color of Boom by gypsiangel

Signalling Theory: Blue Coat by @obaewankenope​

Flame by @esamastation​

And The Tag Read Simply: “Pretty” by @funkzpiel​

Aren’t You Gonna Arrest Me, Officer? by JoyBurd

a little bit lost by shortbread @shortbread-fanfiction​

Dramione

Rec assistance by @cuthian​

Seven Times by kerri240879

Her Beauty and the Moonlight by BrilliantLady

The Fallout by everythursday (orphaned and only available on AO3 now, but complete)

The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen

Turncoat by elizaye @imnotleavinherewithoutyou

The Virgin Conundrum by AkashaTheKitty @akashathekitty

Bad Faith by Morrighan256

Isolation by bexchan @bex-chan-blog

The Serpent, the Witch, and the Broom Closet by bitchywitchy

Silencio by AkashaTheKitty

All You Want by senlinyu @senlinyu

Static by galfoy @heymanticore

What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham

And We All Fall Down by @rumaan

Ambition’s End by Hanako A

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting @mightbewriting

Rewriting Destiny by mayawrites95 (mayarox95)

Chronos Historia by In_Dreams @indreamsink

A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc @willhavetheirtrinkets

Hunted by Bex-chan

A Second Look by @riverwriter

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae

This Too, Is Sacred by HeartOfAspen

Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi

Nocturnus by In_Dreams @indreamsink

Broken by @inadaze22​

The Green Girl by Colubrina

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina

Rebuilding by Colubrina (really just anything written by @colubrina)

Presque Toujours Pur by @shayalonnie

Can’t Change the Way I Am by @nauticalparamour

Law and Marriage by DragonGrin (formerly TeenTypist)

The Tower Window by @xodramaqueenox​

Unexpected by Emara88

Something Old, Something New by Kate Dessi

Suppressed Emotions by hopelesslydevoted.xx 

Silver Blood by @freyaishtar

When the Day Met the Night by @bex-la-get

Harmony

A Marauder’s Plan by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)

A Step to the Right by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)

Eighth by lorien829

The Catalyst by lorien829

Harry Potter and the Isle of Mists by lorien829

Knife’s Edge by Celtic55

The Black Book by mosteveryonesmad

Awakening by SweetShireen

The Sword and the Snake by bartonfink1974

Dispelling the Silence by Indygodusk

One Year Later: Return to Hogwarts by Twilight’s Inferno

DraHarmony

Fourteen Thousand Galleons by @frumpologist

The Invitation by hot_elf @hot-elf

Love Love Love by MissELY @misselylux​

Changing Scenery by aethling

East of Eden by msmerlin @ms-merlinblack

Turn Back Time by Dazeventura6

Foxfire by @setissma

Come Together by @nuclearnik

The Soul of the Wolves by LR_Earl @fanficbylrearl

Running From Lions by tryslora @tryslora

An Unexpected Family by ladyroxanne21

The Prophecies by jamcreynolds

Drarhinny

Reconstruction by @aldersprig​

Fell From the Sky by BrandonStrayne @brandonstrayne​ (I really love this one, and not just as a Canadian.)

Demons From the Past by pottermum

Drarry

Rec assistance by @newtypeshadow​

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by birdsofshore

Aural Gratification by birdsofshore

Lost Among and Falling by @bafflinghaze

The Corruption Sequence series by beren @berenwrites

Sentinel ‘verse series by elyssblair @elyssblair-blog

Date Blindness by dysonrules

Starts With a Spin by Maxine @serasarahhhh​

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson

Paradigm by dysonrules

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Happen by ignatiustrout

Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Pieces of What by Jadwiga

Found, Not Lost by inspiration_assaulted

Shared Detention by DadIWriteGayPorn

Dirty Little Secret by Writcraft @writcraft​

19 Years by shilo1364 @whimsicaldragonette​

Morning Suns & Coffee Runs by laugh_a_latte @queer-coffee​

Reus Una by purplepen76

Between Ink and Blood by Candamira

Ginmione

Distractions by @morningsound15​ 

Cissamione

(This seems like it’s a bit cracky, but there’s some good ones, I promise! I sorta stumbled ass-backwards into this ship but really enjoy some of them.)

One Step Left by Cysteine @cysteine

Extinction by @rubikanon​

Blinding Light by @16-pennies​

Somebody Loved by beforeyouspeak

...

..

There. This is much better, isn’t it?

So my challenge to you, if your world is falling, burning down around you in flames... is this:

...if you feel yourself getting anxious or depressed, whether from the news or being cooped up in isolation or bored or on the verge of tearing your hair out or jumping off that roof or grabbing something to go after the dictator-of-the-week.... pause, take a breath, open up this rec list, close your eyes and pick something, and let chance take you somewhere hopefully far away. Let yourself be transported.

Oh, and don’t click on this Google Drive link. Really, there’s not 30+ GB of data on that Drive I’m sharing. Shame. There totally aren’t tens of thousands of books, as many audiobooks as could fit, and a large collection of fanfiction downloaded from AO3 in there. (Also, not all fics have been shared to that folder yet; I’m working on it a little at a time as I download more.)

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

May I request GHJPU for Sebastian? Sebby needs more love :D (eee sorry if any of this overlapped or its too much, have a cookie for your troubles 🍪)

DID SOMEBODY SAY LOVING SEBASTIAN HOURS!?!?!?!?! FERAL EYE GLEAM

Bless your heart!!! Sebastian has found a new and very dear place in my heart as of late, I would be delighted to offer my thoughts!!!!! :D (your cookie offering has been accepted with the utmost glee 🍪, I hope my humble writing efforts will bring you equal joy, lovely~💖💖💖) 

G = Gifts (How does he feel about gift giving? What are his habits when it comes to this?) 

Awwww haha, baby boy Sebby is honestly a very observant and reliable kind of S/O, I think. He will notice even the tiniest of changes in MC’s expression--the slightest shifts in her temperament. As a result of his attentive nature he has an easy time deducing the things she might like, always makes a mental note of where her eyes linger. Is there a classic she once loved in her time being published for the first time in their era, on display at a bookstore nearby? Noted. Does she hover near shops filled with self-care products--things like scented candles or lotions or bath salts, things she considers indulgent luxuries? Noted. Is there an outfit that caught his eye in a boutique, something he thinks would complement her complexion perfectly? Noted. 

The thing about Sebastian is that his gifts will be heartfelt, timely, and devastatingly thoughtful. Whether something small or something lavish it will always be precisely what she needs/wants, and she can sense the loving care he put into finding the perfect gift.

H = Holding Hands (When/how does he like to hold hands?)

Honestly? Sebastian has spent the better part of his life alone. His circumstances weren’t the worst; for all that he’s lost in his life he never went hungry, lived comfortably. But...that doesn’t change the fact that his life has been fairly devoid of meaningful human contact. Even in college, friends and close colleagues were hard to come by. The few people he did develop budding feelings for he always gave up on long before it could become any kind of substantial relationship. He was always the type to admire from afar, never really felt worthy of the people he liked.

It was MC that was the first to reach out to him, and for the first little while in their relationship she will be the one most naturally inclined to reach for him. He isn’t really used to having someone by his side like this, somebody who would be delighted to hold his hand--who wants to be close to him. It’s always a shock when they go grocery shopping and he just feels her fingers wrap gently around his. She blushes a little and says something about not wanting to get separated, but it’s clear what her real motivation was.

After those first few months, it becomes much more natural for him to reach for her hand when they’re traveling somewhere together or when they’re alone. He likes to intertwine their fingers, loves the way they fit against his perfectly. His shyness wears off after a while, and it’ll be rare to see them together without them holding hands--unless they’re cooking or at work.

J = Jokes (Does he like to joke around with or prank her? How?)

Do you know how cats have their eyes all narrow thin pupil but then they go REALLY REALLY round? That’s Sebastian. I tend to refer to it as “Silly Time Mode Engaged.”

Now then, his kind of joking is very dry and very deadpan. It’s subtle and immediate, so if you’re not attuned to it it can be easy to miss. That, or people just look at him weird because they don’t quite get the connection he’s making and/or the delivery feels off because his facial expression doesn’t change at all, completely flat. That being said, one of his all time favorite things to do is to say something absurd or nigh histrionic (which tends to be uncharacteristic of him) and wait for the confused head turn/startled laughter to hit. He will make puns and play on words all the time--he puts his academic knowledge to good use.

“I swear when I first met you I was convinced you were an AI.” “Alexa taught me everything I know.” He’ll bow. “Oh? Do I have competition, in that case?” “Your speakers are suboptimal (he pokes her freckles), but you possess what Alexa lacks.” “And that would be?” He’ll gather her close, smiling against her lips. “My heart.” :D cutest robot I ever saw uwu

Bonus bc I have a problem: “Is stealing hearts in Alexa’s programming? Just to be safe, of course.” “I think it’s safe to say it isn’t within the parameters of her design--but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods just yet.” cue sounds of tickling and laughter

The other way Sebastian messes with MC is that he is an ENORMOUS tease in the bedroom. He’s very much the kind of lover that prefers to tantalize and draw things out; a long, slow seduction that will render MC immobile from the pleasure by the end. The promise of a kiss is almost always only a whisper of the feeling he intends to drown her in. Remember that Sebastian’s stoicism belies a nigh inhuman ardor and self-control. He’s more than willing to leave her wanting in order to fully capitalize on that desire later at night.

P = Pet Names (What does he like to call her?)

Other than her name? HE DOESN’T AHAAHAHAHAHA Just kidding of course, but given where he comes from pet names between couples aren’t...really a thing…(take it up with Japan, I Was Today Years Old, my sappy romantic ass would never survive)

The funny inverse of this though is that he does NOT fuck around with people that try to call MC pet names. When Arthur Tries It™ he canonically goes all steely saccharine, openly telling the others they’re together. So none of that “luv” or “doll�� business, he will not have it (he won’t fight the purebloods on it because 1. they’re more like doting grandfathers than anything and 2. Sebastian does not have a death wish). If MC has a nickname of some kind, then I could see him using that or adding his own spin on it with a great deal of affection c:

U = Upset (How does he act when she’s upset?)

Whether he was the cause or not, Sebastian has a single modus operandi when his beloved is upset (and to anyone who’s upset really) and that is to offer gentle reassurance/an apology. He is very, very sensitive to the feelings of others and really takes it to heart when someone isn’t feeling well. That being said, he won’t always be overt about his concern--he’s more the type to do little things that offer constant support/reminders that he’s there for them. 

If it’s something more serious, he will do everything in his power to minimize the harm done and sooth the MC. His attempts to comfort her will be tender, muted, and consistent; prolonged hugs, doubles his offering of sweets, makes her favorite foods, gives her a relaxing bath salt to use--anything that he knows for certain will coax her lips up into a smile. He’s the type to freely offer space for her to figure things out if she needs it, but he will also be watchful; he won’t let things escalate if she needs externalized support to heal (bc lbr some problems we can’t solve alone ;-;).

His other go-to method is to offer distractions in any capacity that he can. Will offer to teach her a new recipe, or find a new type of flower he wants to plant together, or make up some kind of project he needs help with. Sometimes he’ll genuinely need the help, but most of the time he does it for the express purpose of getting her mind away from negative things and focused on him/the present. It’s hard to dwell on upsetting things when you’re body is physically demanding something else from you, even more so if it’s a fairly complex task. She’s known to be very dutiful; she’ll be so focused on doing a good job she’ll forget the sadness/irritation for a bit and the intensity of the emotion might ebb slightly.

If the issue is lighter, he’ll probably just cuddle/tickle her back to fighting spirit, pressing kisses wherever he can reach until she starts giggling. In these instances he prefers to hug her from behind, a reminder that she doesn’t have to face anything unpleasant or unnerving all on her own; he’ll always be there to hold her steady whenever she needs him. 

And rest assured, this man is always gathering data to optimize his comfort capabilities. He is incredibly adaptable, and will always be watching her reactions closely to adjust his strategies.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Mailbox Blues

Fandom: WandaVision Rating: G Word Count: 1046

Summary: It really bothers Wanda that she hasn't met the mailman.

Wanda twiddled her fingers, zipping the curtains shut as she pulled the door closed. Sure, it was a nice neighbourhood, safe, where the lady next door would only enter without knocking to bring you a lobster when you were stumped on what to serve your husband’s boss for dinner, but you couldn’t be too careful. One of these times, it might really be hooligans and not a silly old tree branch. She proceeded down the path and made another motion behind her back, locking the front door. Shoot. Wanda wondered if anyone ever noticed she didn’t carry keys.

Agnes still had her elbow propped on the post and was staring to her left with quite a degree of focus. Wanda’s prepared smile fritzed, her lip twitching in panic. Had the object she’d had to abandon in the hedge caught her neighbour’s eye? She’d hardly had time to consider it; with its glossy surface, long blades, and heavy diecast body, it had seemed too sophisticated to possibly be a toy dropped by one of the local children. Besides, it was too unusual and well-made (and that meant expensive) for Wanda to imagine it’d been casually forgotten. And then there was that strange symbol painted on its side…

If Agnes were to find the helicopter, she’d have questions, questions Wanda didn’t have answers to, nor should she have to—the thing wasn’t hers!—but it was in her hedge and, gosh, she knew Agnes already thought she was strange. She’d play a trick, that was what she would do. When her neighbour glanced from the object to her, Wanda would perform a discrete little transformation, changing the discovery into a tin model airplane, or some kind of kitchen implement! There were all sorts of fancy hand mixers around these days, electric ones too! She’d pretend it had fallen out of a box when she and Vision had moved in. Yes, perfect.

Wanda forced the smile back onto her face, stretching it until she was positively beaming, but Agnes wasn’t paying her any mind. Well, better to introduce the topic herself. That was the responsible thing to do.

“Why, Agnes, what’s captured your attention?” she asked.

Agnes turned to her with an, “Oh!”

“Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Not at all. I was just, well, Dennis really isn’t very good-looking, is he?”

Her nose was already scrunched in pre-emptive disdain and Wanda felt her expression copying Agnes’s.

While she grimaced, she inquired, “Who’s Dennis?”

Agnes laughed, face relaxing, and Wanda joined her with a fainter, breathier laugh, hoping the name wasn’t an important one she’d forgotten. Was Dennis the name of Agnes’s husband? No, that was something else. Raymond or Roger or something.

“The mailman.”

“I haven’t really noticed whether he’s good-looking or not,” Wanda confessed.

Her neighbour’s eyes darted away in apparent discomfort.

“No, neither have I, of course not,” Agnes said quickly. “But I guess you haven’t met Dennis yet? How funny. Well, it’ll happen the more you get out and about in the neighbourhood, especially with me!”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re right.”

Wanda allowed Agnes to sociably sling her arm through her own, beginning to prep her on what to expect from Dottie and the other ladies they’d be meeting. While Wanda’s mouth smiled and her head nodded, charming and obedient as a baby doll, her mind lagged behind the conversation.

Dennis the mailman had been by. Agnes knew him well enough to have a history of considering how attractive she found him (she was terrible at hiding it, but Wanda would never mention such a thing to… Ralph! That was the name), but Wanda couldn’t recall ever seeing him. Well, that made sense, she supposed, because she wasn’t the one who collected the mail from the mailbox! Vision did that, of course. Only, she couldn’t picture him coming in from work carrying anything but his briefcase. He retrieved the paper in the morning, but that was left right on the front step.

Puzzled, Wanda glanced back over her shoulder, pretending to be flipping hair out of her face as Agnes nattered on, and scrutinized the mailbox. The flag wasn’t up. That was a little odd. It did explain why neither she nor her husband had brought in the mail—there wasn’t any to be brought in! Someone would write soon though, a relative or a friend from their old neighbourhood. Wanda frowned because she didn’t remember writing down their new address for anyone. She must have! She and Vision had so many friends who would want to stay in touch! Though she couldn’t summon even one name to mind…

“Agnes? I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Wanda said, smiling wide. “You seem to know everyone so well, their habits, their hobbies, where everyone… fits in. I was just wondering how long you’d lived in this subdivision?”

“Since it was built!” Agnes gushed proudly. “Ralph’s brother’s friend or somebody is in construction, so we got a tip that the city was planning a development out this way. Free of downtown’s awful congestion, large yards, brand-new schools and supermarkets. We bought our house when the yard was just an empty square of dirt!”

Wanda laughed along with her.

“Have you heard about any issues with service delivery?”

“Oh no, what’s acting up?” Agnes demanded, pulling her to a halt on the sidewalk. “The electrical? The pipes? Ralph’s useless with repairs, god love him, but I know a crackerjack handyman.”

“Actually, we haven’t been getting mail.”

“Huh. Was there any kind of delay with the paperwork when you bought the house?”

Blinking innocently, Wanda thought back to the moment she and Vision had been inaugurated as first-time homeowners; it had been a waggle of her fingers at the ‘For Sale’ sign planted in the front yard.

“Nope,” she told Agnes. “No delay there.”

“Just give it another week and have faith in the postal service. In the meantime, I’d give anyone you’re waiting on a letter from a ring. Easy.”

Cheerfully, she tugged Wanda toward Lottie’s house, saying something about the rose bushes.

“Easy,” Wanda quietly agreed, with no recollection of unpacking an address book or memorizing phone numbers or, like with the mail, knowing the name of a single person whose voice she should be excited to hear.

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Kino (Story 08+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!

Monologue

When I woke up, I once again felt the pain of the scars from yesterday’s blood sucking running through my body. Kino-kun continued to thrust his fangs into my body mercilessly, while I realized how I was unable to go against him.

As I tried standing up, I also recalled how this matter has left me extremely fatigued.

It was useless trying to encourage myself over my broken heart over only one night. And on top of that, I’m still unable to tell anyone about Kino-kun’s plan. Thinking about this caused myself to feel miserable and made my tears run down once again. 

While the inside of the Scarlet mansion continued to have a rather unfriendly atmosphere, suspiciousness still rises.

Shu-san shut himself in his room while Yuma-kun worked on his vegetable garden, both of them went out of each other’s way by attending their own business.

Reiji-san is the only one who’s silently drinking his black tea in the living room all by himself.

The tense air seems to somehow really mark everyone’s skins full with bites.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

*Reiji pours tea*

Reiji: You two should have one as well.

Kino: Thank you, big brother Reiji.

Yui: (Kino-kun’s goal is to get rid of everyone in the Sakamaki family)

(If only I could somehow make Reiji-san aware of the situation…)

Ah… um, Reiji-san.

*something hits her*

Yui: (...Did something just hit my foot?)

(..... ! Those were Kino-kun’s feet…)

Kino: …..

Yui: (Is he trying to threaten me with this… ? In case I say something—)

(Nn… I guess I really can’t tell anyone after all…)

Reiji: You. What is the reason for you calling out my name and then suddenly sinking into silence?

Yui: Ah… um… I’m really sorry. I simply forgot what I wanted to say.

Reiji: What does this mean exactly?

Kino: It mustn’t have been of great importance if you forgot it this easily, right? More importantly, what about the teacake?

Reiji: Haa… I did prepare it. There is no need to rush for it.

*Reiji gets the teacake*

Yui: (I can’t discuss anything with anyone as long as Kino-kun’s monitoring me like this)

(If so, am I really just going to watch him continue? Watching everyone in the Sakamaki family… getting killed by him… ?)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Kino’s bedroom

Kino: Hey, did you seriously risk trying to talk to Reiji earlier? Were those unpleasant things I did still not enough?

Yui: Err… !

Kino: Fufu, there’s no need to worry since you’re still an important piece in my plan. I won’t kill you just yet.

Yui: (Even if he says he won’t kill me, this won’t make me feel relieved since he’s still able to do something to me… Nn)

Kino: Don’t get scared, we should still get along well. That’s only because you’re still a thing that belongs to me though. Keep in mind that the one who becomes the king of the demon world, will be me.

Yui: No way… I-I...

Did he actually objectify me and claimed that I belong to him just now? ...He’s certainly wrong about that. But that’s not what I should tell him now though…)

(I’m scared… and I hate it, but—)

...I-I’m going to be the one who stops you, Kino-kun.

Kino: ...Hah? What an impertinent woman… was it really not enough for me to torment you like that? Are you a masochist?

*Kino grabs Yui*

Yui: Eek… g-get away… ! Stop...

Kino: Why do you think you can stand up against me while your body is clearly shaking? Do you really want me to continue playing with you?

Yui: I-It’s different...

(My whole body is clearly going against it. I don’t want anyone to get hurt anymore… but,)

(Letting him end up killing Ayato-kun and the others — I’d hate that too!!)

Kino: ...You still do have that rebellious face on. I wonder if I have to thoroughly teach you that there’s no escape.

Yui: B-But still, I’m sure your plan isn’t going as you thought either…

Not everyone will simply break up with each other that easily… !

Kino: You saw that big quarrel yourself, and yet you’re still able to say this? Could that by any chance be because you’re concerned about them?

Ridiculous… don’t make me throw up.

Yui: ...Nn

Kino: That’s right. Let’s go and see what the situations of the other houses look like.

Yui: Stop… if you continue pulling my arm so hard… ouch...

Kino: If those in Reiji’s aren’t enough, I’ll show you the fragility of those outside of the Scarlet’s mansion… you’ll obediently follow me then, right?

Yui: Nn… F-Fine with me...

Place: Orange mansion — Outside

Yui: (We slipped through Reiji-san’s eyes and once again got to this place…)

(Moreover, isn’t this Ruki-kun’s Orange mansion? Why did we even come here… ?)

Kino: I thought that, since you’re such a kind soul, I should bring you along to have you witness it yourself.

Did you think I lied about Laito and Kanato apparently being on good terms back then?

Yui: Ah… speaking of which, you said that to Ruki-kun—

*flashback*

Ruki: What are your intentions, loitering around in enemy territory and dragging the prey with you?

Kino: Nothing in particular. I just thought I’d like to talk to you, so I ended up coming here.

I recently saw your little brother Kanato speaking with Violet’s Laito.

They didn’t seem to be acting like enemies at all, y’know. They honestly seemed to be getting along rather well.

This is just a simple warning. Whether you believe me or not is up to you at the end.

Ruki: …..

*end of flashback*

Kino: Around this time, don’t you think suspicion also spread among the brothers from Ruki’s mansion, just like Reiji and his siblings?

Yui: (He only brought me here to show this to me and make me feel even more despair than I already am…)

Kino: Fufu… all they have to do now is to kill each other like insects.

Yui: To call them such a thing as insects…

Kino: You keep getting flared up each and every time I say something. Should I remind you of your situation again?

Yui: ...Nn

Kino: Even though you have no powers yourself, you won’t learn no matter how much you disobey me.

With the exception of me you’re similar to junk. You have no value in society if you don’t have any powers.

That’s exactly why you’re not even powerful enough to bring everyone together.

The only one being able to do this is, Karlheinz’ illegitimate child, me.

That’s also why everyone should realize that they have to appreciate me.

Yui: (If I’d start to argue with him now, I don’t know what he might do to me… which leaves me with no choice but to stay silent and listen to Kino-kun)

Kino: Ah, look inside the mansion. Ruki and the others are gathered there, and they seem to be having a talk with each other now.

Place: Orange mansion — Living room

Kanato: What sort of business do you have with me if you had to summon me?

Ruki: Do you perhaps have any idea in mind why I would need to call for you in the first place?

Kanato: I truly have no idea. If it’s nothing urgent, I might as well return to my room now.

Ruki: Kanato. Is it really true that you’ve met up with Violet’s Laito?

Kanato: What?

Shin: We’d consider it best if you talk honestly about it. There’s obviously a reason for our eldest brother to ask you something like this.

Ayato: Can you really say that Kanato is making moves to turn into a traitor? We can’t be careless then.

Place: Orange mansion — Outside

Yui: (Kanato-kun is being questioned by Ruki-kun right now…)

Kino: Now, I wonder where it goes from there?

Yui: (As things are now, Kanato-kun is obviously being as suspected as Shu-san—)

(Is there really nothing I can do now? Please, somebody… help…)

Place: Orange mansion — Living room

Shin: Now, you just have to obediently tell us. Reveal everything to us.

Ruki: Kanato.

Kanato: ...Why?

Ayato: Hm?

Kanato: Why are you doing nothing but pressing questions onto me...

Shin: That’s because someone who’d try to cover up their suspicious behaviour would be bad, right?

Kanato: If that’s the case, then—

*ground shakes*

Kanato: Why aren’t you waiting for me to say something about this!?

Ayato: Uwah!

Kanato: Why!? How come? Why is it that you do no more than question my honor? Everyone here’s joining forces against me to make me look like the bad one.

Do you really hate me this much? I’m sure that’s it, otherwise you wouldn’t make up those crimes for me!

Ruki: Stop screaming. There simply were some rumours about you silently going out to meet up with one of our opponents.

There’s no smoke without fire. In order for us to confront the truth—

Kanato: Rumours? And you really started to doubt me because of some rumours? Or is it that there was some serious proof about this matter?

Did you really try to make me look like a scoundrel, despite not having any specification about anything?

Shin: That’s why we’re now here to listen—

Kanato: See!? There’s no evidence for anything. And here I was, almost about to cry over you doubting the significance of my respect, what a laughing stock.

This is beyond displeasing for me!

Shin: No, Kanato...

Kanato: Shut up, Shut up!

First of all, I’m free to meet whoever I wish to see. And yet, you go as far as trying to get control over someone and stealing their freedom!

Shin: Even so! It would obviously be a big problem if you went to meet up with one of our rivals! Why are you getting angry despite being wrong to begin with!?

Ayato: Hey, let’s think about it again. Would it really be a huge problem if he did meet up with that pervert in the end?

Shin: There’d obviously be a problem with that, right? If he ended up betraying us and our plan, he’d deserve death penalty!

Ayato: I mean, this is all about whether or not this guy betrays us by changing sides, or if he’ll be classificated as an ally.

Shin: ...Eh?

Ruki: You’ve got a point. This individual is surely pulling some sort of strings behind the scenes, this way he influences us so nobody would be able to notice his next moves.

Neither do I think he could imitate that behaviour. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even think about joining hands with someone else.

Shin: B-But, brother...

Ruki: If this rumor was about either me or you, it would’ve been improbable. But this is about Kanato.

In other words, I can assure you that there’s no need for any declaration.

From this moment onwards, I’ll make sure of the truth before rushing into conclusions.

Shin: Well, I guess as long as our eldest brother is convinced by that it’s fine...

Kanato: Nothing’s fine, it’s still displeasing! If any of you ends up doing similar things again, I’ll make sure to break everyone’s neck in here.

Place: Orange mansion — Outside

Yui: Kanato-kun...

(For some reason, Ruki-kun was convinced about this being different from what he was told to…)

(I’d never think that Kanato-kun’s habitual behavior and personality would somehow be effective in such a place)

(But, that’s good though ...! Everyone in the Orange mansion didn’t end up having an unfriendly atmosphere!)

Kino: Hmph, how boring. Seems as if I ended up aiming for the worst prey of them all. I thought I’d get to see an unimaginable farce.

Guess it would only be a waste of time to stay here any longer. The next one we’ll go to will be Violet’s mansion.

Yui: Eh? You’ll keep going… ?

Kino: We’ll only keep going because of Kanato being a huge failure at the end. Violet wouldn’t do that to me though.

Yui: (Violet, huh… that’s right. Kou-kun…!)

*flashback*

Kou: What the… you sound as if Azusa and Yuma really are on good terms with each other...

Kino: See? Azusa and Yuma did build up mutual trust together.

I wouldn’t completely ignore that there might be a deeper meaning behind my words.

Kou: He might have reasons to get along with the enemies side… but are you really trying to tell me that Azusa is trying to betray me and the others… ?

Place: Orange mansion — Outside

Yui: (Kou-kun, he also has been given false information from Kino-kun back then)

(Even though Azusa-kun and Yuma-kun probably didn’t even end up meeting nor getting along well with each other… !)

Kino: Violet has already cancelled their attack at us once. That’s definitely some sort of evidence about something going on inside there.

Is that because of Kou and Azusa? Isn’t it about time things start to get all interesting all over again?

Next, I’ll make sure to teach you a lesson though… there’s no such thing like it in Scarlet you said, right?

Place: Violet mansion — Living room

Kou: Hey, Azusa-kun. Could you hear me out about something for a bit, if it’s okay?

Azusa: Hm… what’s it?

Kou: It’s- It’s just a story I heard though!

I heard that you betrayed us by meeting up with Yuma, but you didn’t do that, right?

Azusa: Eh… ?

Place: Violet mansion — Outside

Yui: Kou-kun… Azusa-kun...

Kino: Fufu… perfect timing. I was already starting to get worried since I didn’t continue to pursue them until today.

Now, will he ask him for an explanation? Don’t end up not amusing me to the fullest.

Yui: Nn… Kino-kun, is it really fun for you to look at them like this… ?

Kino: Of course. It’s pretty interesting, and it’s nice to be able to push you into despair like this too.

Yui: (That’s right… his answer was already obvious before he even opened his mouth)

(Even though the Mukami brothers really are close…)

(I don’t want them to keep on doubting each other and continue everyone to develop cracks in their relationships)

Place: Violet mansion — Living room

Kou: Hey, Azusa-kun, answer. About Yuma-kun… did you really go to meet up with the enemy?

Azusa: …..

I really didn’t go anywhere without telling you about it.

Kou: Really? And you’re not lying to me?

Azusa: Hm… it’s the truth.

I’d never try to betray you, Kou… I said it once already… but my brothers are way too important to me.

Kou: Brothers...

Azusa: We’ve all been continuously holding hands and surviving all this time together already...

Isn’t that right? Kou...

Kou: I see, you’re right. We’re brothers… that’s right. We’ve been going through so much together by now...

...Sorry. I really did say something strange.

Azusa: Hmm…

Place: Violet mansion — Outside

Yui: (Kou-kun really ended up believing in Azusa-kun…)

Kino: Hah… ? What was that? Right now, why was he so convinced by that? Why didn’t he want any sort of evidence from him?

Kou: Anyway, I want to hurry up and get Eve as soon as possible already.

Azusa: Our raid… it has been delayed, right?

Kou: Gotta tell you that it was said that this Kino guy actually has some unexpected powers, and he also seems to be good with tactics.

Azusa: Hm... but I’m sure that we’ll see Eve again soon.

Kino: Kch… they’re already starting to talk all cheerfully again...

How ridiculous. For real, why did this happen again!?

*Kino walks away*

Yui: Ah, wait!

Place: Outside — Forest

Kino: I just don’t understand this guy at all. Does he usually really believe anyone so easily? Or is that only because Kou is an idiot too?

Yui: ...Honestly, I was a little surprised because of that too. I thought he’d aim for Azusa-kun like a wolf would.

But I think it ended differently because they really do trust each other a lot.

Kino: Trust… ?

Yui: The Mukami’s are really close with each other after all.

I think that’s also because all four of them have overcome various things up until now.

Even if their memories have been rewritten, and they don’t remember anything whatsoever, the bond they have with each other still remains.

Kino: Are you really still keeping up with saying that? Do you really think there is such a thing as a bond between vampires?

Yui: Yes, I do believe that.

Kino: ...Nn.

Yui: I do believe that any existence can develop a bond with somebody, even if they’re something like a vampire.

Kino: Heh… then could it be that we might be able to develop a bond between us as well?

Choices

1) Answer him immediately (black)

2) Be troubled to answer (white)♡♡♡

— Answer him immediately

Yui: That’s right. We might be able to develop something like that if we stay together.

Kino: And what makes you think that?

Yui: I have no idea...

Kino: Then how are you able to say that all nicely even though you can’t explain your theory!?

I hate it when you open your mouth and then speak without thinking about it first!

Yui: Kino-kun...

(I wonder if I should’ve told Kino-kun about this in different words...)

— Be troubled to answer♡

Yui: That is…

Kino: Tell me. Or do you think we can’t have a bond?

Yui: That’s not it. I just can’t say that for sure right now.

If we do take the time to understand each other, I’m sure we might develop one.

Kino: That means that it’s no more than just tightening the relationship, right?

end Choices

Kino: Well, whatever... I might be able to understand what you said in a bit.

Yui: Eh? Really… ?

Kino: Therefore, you’ll forgive me if I do something like this now, right? Since this will be our bond!

*Kino grabs Yui*

Yui: Kyaaa!?

Kino: You should look closely at the place you’re bitten in. Look, I’ll slowly… sink my fangs into your skin...

Kino: Ngh! Nn… !

Yui: Ouch… it hurts...

(Because he’s biting down more carefully than usual… the pain doesn’t go away like usual… Nn)

Kino: So you won’t resist, hm? You’re doing this in order to prove the bond between us is a real thing… right?

Yui: ….. !

(Kino-kun’s really trying to do it. If I’d say that I dislike it now, my words might end up never reaching him...!)

(That’s why, I’ll have to endure this much...)

Kino: Heh…so you’re trying to admirably endure it? That’s no fun.

Then… what about this? Nn…

Yui: ...Ah

(He gently kissed my wound… this is so sly of him)

Kino: Fufu… your face turned all bright just now.

And your blood... because of the pleasure, it’s getting even more delicious. It’s just as a seasoned wine.

And you call this a bond between people? That’s an awfully disappointing way of putting it.

Yui: (I have to tell him that this isn’t the case… but, I can’t get anything out of my mouth…)

Kino: Now, this is merely where the fun starts. What would you think if I’d gently push my fangs down into your skin once again?

Yui: Eh… ? No, stop...!

Kino: Now then, I’ll have to give in again. Nn… Nn… !

Yui: Nn, ahh... !!

(My whole body, it’s becoming all dim… I cannot let this continue… I  have to do something)

Kino: Ah, so you did end up resisting? Guess I won then.

Yui: Ah… Ngh...

Kino: Don’t you dare say anything about having bonds anymore, from now you’re only allowed to stay silent and think about how you’re being used next.

This time I just ended up aiming for a bad prey. Next time I’ll make sure to have them crush each other.

The gap between Shu and Reiji is still pretty deep, which makes it easier to have them kill each other without fail.

And when that happens — I’ll let you taste that despair to its fullest.

[imjusthereforbatfam]

Never-Ending Encore, ch3

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Chapter Summary: Everyone has opinions, Eden is Lonely™, and grocery shopping late at night is the best way to fight off a panic attack in Gotham City. Nothing bad could possibly happen. Nothing at all.

Warning: anxiety/panic attacks, canon-typical violence (attempted assault), nonchalance towards death/dying, swearing, blood

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Chapter 3:

Eden was an actress in a big city, not a baker on a farm. But she grew up in a bakery on a farm, and over the years she'd amassed a long laundry list of things to do on said farm that helped ease her nerves. She'd always loved that simple things like taking long walks, racing horses, bucking hay, cleaning stalls, shooting targets, blasting music, and putting in extra time at the bakery were enough to clear her head and calm her racing mind. But in Gotham, those simple things were incredibly hard to come by.

There were no fields or woods to walk through near her apartment. No horses to ride or bales of hay to chuck. No stalls or animals to tend to. There must've been a shooting range or two somewhere in the city, but she didn’t have the time, nor money, to go to one every time she felt frazzled. All she had here was music and baking, and even then she had to compromise.

With thin walls surrounding her, she couldn't belt her heart out or freely crank music high enough to shake her bones. She had neighbors to consider! (Even if they rarely seemed to consider her.) And baking only calmed her down when she could really get lost in the process. That was easy when you could, say, whip up ten loaves of bread for tomorrow's hungry customers. But Eden was only one person. She couldn't eat more than a single loaf of bread or helping of muffins or whathaveyou in a week without making herself sick, and only making one batch of something was rarely enough to settle her down. 

She needed to figure out something to do in this city. And quick. Because otherwise, she was going to drown.

Ever since finding that note from Red Hood, Eden had been bubbling with the urge to tell someone about their encounter. She almost called home to tell Kit or one of the boys. Almost. But that would’ve meant telling them where she was, explaining how she got there, and admitting what had happened in the days before she left. She wasn’t ready for that talk yet. She was especially not ready for Mama to know anything. Granted, she probably already knew more than Eden wanted her to, but talking to someone else back home would only guarantee it.

Eden couldn't risk that. So she settled on telling her coworkers instead.

The morning after the whole fiasco, Eden waited for their first break to tell her tale. She got about two sentences in when—

“Hold up,” one of the girls, GG, said suddenly. “You met the Red Hood last night?”

Eden nodded. “Yeah, outside my apartment,” she said again. It sounded better than saying on her fire escape.

“Whoa. You’re lucky to be alive!”

“I... What?”

“Don’t be an idiot, G,” one of the guys, Aaron, said. “Everyone knows Red Hood stopped killing people ages ago.”

“You seriously believe that?” she scoffed. “The guy was a mob boss. Decapitating gang lords and collecting their heads.”

“What?” Eden yelped, glancing frantically between the two of them. 

GG ignored her. “You really think he just, what, gave all that up? Give me a break.” 

“He works with Batman,” Aaron said rolling his eyes. “He’s one of the good guys.”

“If he was really a ‘good guy’,” she said making air-quotes, “he wouldn’t be shooting people up every night.”

"He’s not killing anybody," he pshawed, flicking his wrist to shoo the notion away. “Honestly, I wish he was killing people still. Gotham was so much safer then."

GG shook her head at him, clearly annoyed. Eden blinked at them, mouth open wide with questions on her tongue, but the director called for everyone to wrap it up. GG grumbled something at Aaron as they walked back to the stage area, and he glared at her, but rehearsal continued without any more talk of Red Hood.

Eden probably should’ve gotten the hint there, that maybe she should keep the night's events to herself, but she couldn’t help herself. Now she really wanted to tell someone about what had happened. It was ridiculous enough before, but hearing the vigilante she'd given cookies to – who'd helped her through a panic attack – was actually an ex-killer? A former mob boss who collected people’s heads? It was a whole new level of bizarre! She could barely wrap her head around it!

The whole thing fogged her mind for the rest of the day. When everyone was finally dismissed, she nearly exploded as she and a few others left for the subway station.

"I met Red Hood last night!" she announced.

"Ooo, lucky!" one of the leads said. "He's so cool!"

"Yeah, he—" 

"He's not cool, Marsha," another lead, Veronica, interrupted to chide her friend. "He's a killer."

"Was a killer," one of the guys said. "He's a good guy now. He doesn't do that anymore."

"Yeah, he does," someone else argued. "Just not in Gotham."

"That's not true."

"Is too! And he's a total badass for it!"

They went into a detailed retelling of one of Red Hood's 'badass' exploits, complete with sound effects for the guns and explosions. One of the guys told a different story, painting the things Red Hood did as inexcusable and unforgivable. Someone else mentioned their younger sister getting a Red Hood toy from a fast food joint not too long ago. Veronica called that despicable and said it sent kids the wrong message; someone else said she was being too judgemental.

Eden listened quietly to them all, captivated by the native Gothamites' nonchalance as they went back and forth on the violent, graphic things Red Hood had done and how they each felt about it. Eventually, one of the girls, Marsha, scoffed and began explaining in detail all the good that had come from the vigilante's not-so-good deeds. The conversation got more intense as the group started to debate more seriously on whether or not Red Hood's actions were truly justifiable. A few passersby even added their two cents while the group was waiting to cross the street. It nearly turned into a full-on brawl when they started arguing if he was, could be, or ever should be considered a hero after all he'd done.

Eden could only stand there, flabbergasted by it all. Somehow she felt even more like a fish out of water than the day she'd first arrived in Gotham. Which, considering she'd stepped off that bus with only half a plan, a backpack full of belongings, and the duffel bag filled with Frank's cash, was saying a lot.

She watched them argue as long as she could — until she absolutely had to leave to catch her train. The group showed no signs of stopping.

“Are you a good guy or a bad guy?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

Talk about an understatement! Red Hood must've known how contested he was. Everyone in Gotham seemed to have a strong opinion regarding him and that... that was bad. Continuing to bring him up was bound to get Eden into some kind of trouble sooner or later. More trouble. That was the last thing she needed right now. As disappointing as it was, she knew she had to drop the whole thing and just keep it to herself...

But it was such a ridiculous experience! She'd met a vigilante – an apparently very dangerous vigilante – randomly on her fire escape. He helped her fight off a panic attack! She made him laugh— laugh! She made Gotham's big, scary, shoot-y vigilante laugh! And she gave him cookies! And he liked them enough to write her a damn note! And he was an ex-MOB BOSS! It was impossible! It was hysterical! And it— it—

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter. She couldn't risk getting into any sort of hot water here. Maybe if she actually had someone to talk to in this city, somebody she could trust, it would be different. But she didn't have anybody like that. So it didn't matter. She was alone and had nobody; the story would die with her and that was that.

A dismal ache punctured her chest. Eden was alone. She... hadn't realized how true it was until just now. She had nobody in this city. Nobody to talk to, no one to confide in... Not even with something as small and ridiculous as what had happened with Red Hood... 

For the first time in her life, Eden was truly and completely alone.

The glowing, blissful solitude she’d reveled in for months was gone. Painful, heart-wrenching loneliness swallowed it whole. She had nobody. She had nobody. And it was all her fault.

For over a week, the tiny notebook she’d stored everyone's numbers in taunted her. Every night she sat at her small kitchen table flipping through its pages. She debated over whether or not to save them into her new phone or, heaven forbid, call one of them. Until, finally, it was too much.

She would throw the notebook, and her phone, into the depths of her closet to stop the temptation. She would drown out her thoughts with painfully loud music. She would throw herself onto her mattress on the floor and scream into a pillow in an attempt to get everything out. Then, when she was too exhausted to do anything else, she would drift into a restless, dreamless sleep.

The next night, she would do the same thing over again. And again. It was an awful, vicious cycle — much like her encores.

Tonight looked like it would be no different. Sitting again at her small, scruffy kitchen table, Eden bounced her knee and stared at the notebook. In her hands, she fumbled with the phone she’d bought with Frank’s money.

She debated, yet again, on whether or not to sabotage everything. Was giving everything up worth not feeling so damn lonely anymore? Was she so desperate to just talk to somebody she'd risk telling her family about everything she'd done before she was ready? Would she ever be ready? What if she wasn't? What then? Would she have to feel this way forever?

Eden stood abruptly, her chair legs scraping across the floor. She started pacing.

Her apartment was small. A single room shaped like an awkward U. One small room that wasn't even half the size of the barn. One small, damned room with no woods, no creek, no nothing out back to walk through. No fields, no pastures, no space to breathe in. Just a single, small, damned room.

Eden's hands shook as her headphones blared. There were no horses in Gotham. No animals at all. No hay, no stalls, no targets. No creek, no woods, no family. No friends. No nothing. No one. Just Eden.

Eden. All alone.

The thin walls around her got smaller and smaller until, finally, she could take it no more. Eden ripped off her headphones and threw them at her bed. She carelessly stuffed her wallet, keys, and a can of mace into her coat pockets as she hurried out the door. She left her phone on the table. Bringing it with her wasn’t a good idea right now. She couldn't trust herself; there were too many numbers she knew by heart.

She marched loudly down the dark streets, channeling her wild, palpable energy into something that could resemble rage. It was a long trek to the store but thankfully there weren’t many people out. Those who were took one look at Eden charging down the sidewalk – looking like a demon on a warpath – and quickly turned their heads. She was grateful.

The old man working the checkout didn’t make any small talk when she walked in – people here rarely made small talk – but he quirked a thick brow in her direction. He quirked it again when she only set down eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and yeast in front of him.

“Stress baking,” Eden told him.

He looked from her to the poorly lit streets beyond the store's barred windows. Then the old man nodded slowly like maybe she was crazy. Which was fair.

This was Gotham. It was nighttime. And she definitely felt crazy.

“Good luck,” he murmured, handing her her bags.

“Thank you.”

The walk back was harder. Worse, because her hands were full; no matter how angry she acted, she was still clearly vulnerable. That made everything feel darker and colder than it had before.

Even fewer people were out now, but Eden was easy prey. Some men took advantage and catcalled her as she passed. A few even followed her down a handful of streets, heckling and laughing while she reprimanded herself. 

Why couldn't she have just gone through with her usual routine? It was unsatisfying, yes, but safe. Why hadn’t she just gone to the store tomorrow? She could've broken the cycle then, when it was safe to go out. Not now. Not right now. What in the world made her think leaving her apartment right now – in Gotham City, at night, in this neighborhood – was not only a good idea, but her only sane one? Had she been possessed?

Eden's heart pounded fiercely in her chest. Her vision tunneled. The sidewalk stretched further and further into the night, never letting her closer to home no matter how fast she walked.

“Excuse me!” she chirped as she nearly ran into someone turning the corner. A pair of men looked down at her, surprised.

Eden ducked her head and scurried away, grimacing. Nobody in Gotham excuses themselves like that. Nobody in this neighborhood excuses themselves at all. It was a rookie mistake.

“Hey, wait a minute!” one of them called after her. “You ain’t from around here, are you?”

“You lost, pretty girl?” the other crooned, sounding closer. “Need some help finding your way?”

“No, I—” Eden snapped her mouth shut and moved faster.

Don’t talk back, she told herself firmly. Don’t engage with them. And whatever you do, do not be Louanne Smith’s daughter. Or Frank’s. Definitely don’t be Frank’s. You’ll only get yourself—

“Here, beautiful. Lemme help you with that.”

“Fuck off!” Eden shrieked, jerking away from the man and firmly planting her feet on the ground. The burly men shared an eager grin as they moved closer.

Well. At least she’d tried not being her parents' daughter.

“Boys,” she said slowly.“I appreciate the offer. Really. I'm downright flattered." Her voice dripped with an eerie mixture of danger and hospitality — something she’d picked up from her mother. "But I'm not interested. So why don't y'all skedaddle on home, hm?"

The bald one furrowed his brows.

The other scoffed. “It's too bad you feel that way, sweetheart.” He pulled out a knife. “Cuz we ain’t offering.”

His friend started to chuckle, leering at Eden like she was their next meal. She just stared at the knife, looking bored.

She stood as tall and proud as Frank had taught her but tried to treat the situation as her mother might — like the knife and their ogling and their heavy builds meant nothing to her. Acting as if her body was a far more potent weapon than anyone could fully comprehend. But that's all it was. An act. On the inside, her heart was racing faster than lightning. 

Where was her mace? Somewhere deep in the crevasses of her coat pockets? Had to be. Was it too late to start digging for it? Probably. Scrambling for it would just make her more vulnerable than she already was.

She cursed silently as she tossed her bags aside, careful not to disturb the eggs too much. Had she ever successfully wrestled a knife out of somebody’s grasp? Yes. Without getting stabbed first? Maybe, but it certainly wasn’t her strong suit. None of this was. That’s why she did do stuff like this. She only got herself killed trying. At least it was a knife this time and not a gun.

Her mind, already in a frenzy, jumped back to that fight with Chris Henriksen. Her shoes skidding against the gravel of the diner’s parking lot as he tried to swing her off him. His finger on the trigger while she tried to twist the gun out of his grip. The gun firing, him shrieking in pain. His hand free, aiming at her.

A ring of shots. Sudden, ripping pain.

Her, against the gravel. Him, standing over her. The gun, cocked. Him—

“Fuck off!” she screeched again, louder this time. “I’m warning you, shitbags! I’m not afraid of you or your stupid fucking knife!”

The one with the knife grabbed her by the shirt. He pressed the blade into her neck. “You shut that filthy mouth of yours, you dirty fucking bitch," he growled. "Or I'll give you something to be afraid of."

Eden stared him down. She glared at the other man, thinking. Could she win this fight? Two big, burly men against little ol' her? Maybe. Could she end it quickly though? Definitely. But it would cost her.

The man's eyes traveled downward. He licked his lips and Eden scowled.

Fuck it. She wasn't playing this game.

Eden lurched into action, grabbing for the knife — trying to bring it closer to her neck.

“Hey, you fucking psych—" Eden slammed her knee into him, cutting him off. He doubled over as she tried to steal the knife from his hold. The second man grabbed her like a vice, nearly crushing her arm as he yanked her away from his friend.

Eden kicked and screamed and thrashed against him. She smashed the back of her skull against his nose. He swore loudly as he dropped her, clutching his face. She grabbed his arm and yanked him by the shoulder, swinging him over her like a huge sack of potatoes. His back hit the sidewalk and he let out a loud, satisfying, "Oof!"

The first man grabbed Eden again and flung her into the wall beside them. She turned just in time to see the knife sailing down toward her. 

It wouldn’t kill her. She knew that. A single stab wound rarely killed a person. She'd been stabbed enough times to know that. It would take a few more swings.

Her death tonight would be long and painful.

She shut her eyes tight, wishing it could already be over. An encore was better than the alternative but... the pain was her least favorite part. 

She wondered if anyone on this street would bother calling the police. Hopefully, they wouldn’t. She didn't want to deal with that. She didn't know how to deal with that. Not without her family there to help her out. 

More importantly, would anyone try to steal her groceries? Hopefully, not. That would be the real tragedy of the night. Maybe her dead body would deter thieves. Or at least make them—

BANG!

Eden shrieked and the man in front of her howled.

She opened her eyes. The man staggered away from her, clutching his bloody, bleeding hand to his chest. Eden pressed herself further against the wall and slid down, trying to make herself as small as possible. His blood-drenched knife lay a few feet away. She grabbed it and held it tightly; the palm of her left hand wet and burning.

The man looked up – high, up toward the sky – and paled. Fear overtook his features and he turned, screaming bloody murder as he ran. His partner was already halfway down the street, swearing frantically.

A gun went off again, twice. Eden flinched at the sound.

Her attackers kissed the concrete as they fell. Once they hit the cold hard ground, they didn’t move. She didn’t move either. If they were already dead there was nothing she could do for them anyway. And even if they weren’t, she was more than happy to let them bleed out on the silent, empty street.

Eden inhaled deeply, trying to calm her shaken nerves, but couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart thundered in her chest as something wet dribbled down her shirt, down her fingertips. The world swayed and her body slunk over, falling completely against the building.

Was she still going to die? That didn’t seem fair.

Then again, the universe didn’t care what people thought was fair. It had its own rules; the number one being that it did what it wanted.

Eden stared at her groceries, unable to focus on anything else. She silently begged the universe to leave them alone. If she had to die right now, going to the store again was uncalled for. The universe would just be kicking her while she was down. If it could just give her this one, little, tiny sliver of kindness, she would be happy. She didn't need anything else. Just let her die and her groceries stay by her side. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Hey,” a sudden voice said at her side. “You okay?”

—

Chapter 4

[patchato]

It's you (Hanamiya Makoto)

You and Hanamiya met way back in elementary. Best friends as you both would says, and whenenver you would introduce yourself as that, people tend to stare with their jaws wide open.

He was of course a jerk at those days, until high school. But lately, he's been acting way too different around you. And when I say different, I mean a while new level.

Back then he'd flick your forehead and insult you whenever you whine about having a headache.

But now, he'd flick your forehead - and then kiss it before whispering sweet things to you. It made you feel weird. It made you feel, warm.

Now you aren't one of those girls who assume too much, because let's be real. This is Hanamiya Makoto we're talking about.

The rough captain of the Uncrowned Kings. The bad boy of the school. The boy who play with girls.

But you saw him different. And that's what Hanamiya loves about you. Yeah, love. It might sound absurd if other people hears that The Hanamiya Makoto was truly in love.

He thought so too, he didn't believe in love back then. But now, everything was clear to him. It was you. Till now, he cherishes that day he accidentally met you.

--

It was just any normal day for him. Scaring new and old student. Just a new school year, and a new school year means new bully baits.

On his way up the stairs, scoffing at students avoiding him. Then as he was staring at a frail looking boy, somebody bumped into him causing them both to fall on the floor.

'What the fuck?'

Whoever bumped into him was surely gonna get it. The students around them stopped what they were doing and gasped at the scene.

When Hanamiya opened his eyes, he froze. Not because of who it was but because of what her eyes looked boring into his own.

He questioned himself, why was he not insulting her right now. She deserved it for being a fucking clutz.

But no, he didn't say anything, he just cussed under his breath before getting the girl up from his lap and dusting himself.

He picked up her books and handed them to her, "Tsk. Try being more careful next time or you'll injure someone you clutz." It was supposed to sound harsh and insulting.

But she smiled teary eyed, "Mm. I'll try."

Hanamiya can only stare at her face then walked away.

He walked away but not before he glanced back one last time to remember her face. For once, he didn't want to forget someone.

--

After that incident with you, he became quiet. When he'd bully someone by the hall and you'd pass by he'll let them go and walk away.

One time he got so confused as to what's happening to him, he didn't even bother coming to school.

'Why the hell have I become like this.' He asks himself hat day as he laid in his bed. His mom was out grocery shopping so he was pretty much alone.

"Is it because of that girl." He says. No, it can't be. It can't be you. This was bullshit. Hanamiya Makoto has never seen someone he truly likes.

But maybe, just maybe, he'll give it a try.

Time flew by and he figured out a way to get close to you. It was almost graduation and he wanted you to come with him in the same school.

So he approached you to your locker one day and handed you a note then walking away. You were stunned. You learned about what Hanamiya does at school and to the students.

Were you his next victim. You shaked the bad thoughts away. Your mother taught you to never judge someone, specially when they act rough and tough.

'Those people, they've been through some things that, others can't understand.' Is what your mom said. And to this day, you hold her word to never judge anyone based on what you see.

See me after school.

Is what the note said. You fold the paper and tucked it in your pocket for safe keeping.

After a long day of classes it was time to meet Hanamiya. Walking to the back of the school, you saw him on one of the benches with a book on his face. He seemed to be asleep. You felt anxious.

"Uhm, Hanamiya-san?" You call out.

When he didn't budge you called out again. And again. You were getting impatient. But you kept your cool. "If you don't need me then I'll be going." Before you could walk away, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you down.

Your body made contact with someone's. "I was just testing your patience." The voice said. Looking up, it was Hanamiya.

"Ah, d-do you need me for something." You ask, face flushed. "Sit down." And you did.

"What school are you going to after this?" He looks at you, rather intensely. "Well, I'm not sure yet."

You haven't really thought about it, you were thinking to plan it out this summer. "How about you?"

"Kirisaki Daiichi." He said plainly. "Oh. Maybe I'd consider than one." You replied looking up, without knowing Hanamiya turned to the side and giving himself a smile. He cleared his throat. "Meet me here tomorrow."

Then he set off. You stared at his figure and smiled. You knew what he wanted. And that was friendship.

Days went by with you and him hanging out. Some of your friends thought he threatened you to hang with him. But you defended him. They didn't see this side of him and they probably never will.

Finally it was time to go to a new school. Graduation and summer went by so quickly like a blink of an eye. Of course you spent your summer with Hanamiya.

In high school he was still the same, he got girlfriends then break it off, a girlfriend then break it off. It was a cycle.

And you scolded him for it. He just brushed you off saying he was just having fun. Although, truth is, he was doing it because he wanted to see you jealous.

But he never saw you jealous, and it was absolutely frustrating. He became the basketball teams coach and you were proud of him.

Even gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. He loved that day. But he was scared of what he felt. He wasn't used to trusting someone so much.

Heck he didn't even trust his mom the way he trusts you. He wasn't used to giving compliments, that's why he was having a hard time calling you beautiful without an insult coming next.

He wasn't used to protecting someone. He was bad at it at first, but when he saw some boys trying to find their way in your pants in your junior year in high school he beat them to a pulp. Now he knows how to protect you and when.

He wasn't used to caring for someone, so when you fell sick he didn't know what to do, he'd become so out of character that his mother laughed at him once telling him to calm down.

He wasn't used to loving someone.

But now that you're here. He knew how to love. Sure he was shitty back then. Getting a girlfriend and ignoring them. He wanted your attention, and he's still disappointed he hasn't got it.

That's what he knows.

He didn’t know that his feeling were more than ready to be accepted. You were just waiting for him to figure it out. And he did.

"(Y/n). I know I'm not good with feelings and-and there's a chance you might reject me. But, would you p-please consider and be my g-girlfriend?" Hanamiya asked with a bouquet of blue flowers and a box of chocolates in one hand.

He even got the other basketball members to help him with a sign that they hold behind.

Be my girlfriend?

Was what the sign said. You were shocked, didn't expect him to do something this big. But inside you were illegally dying.

And with a wide smile, you said yes.

--

Now it was the biggest day of both of your lives.

Hanamiya held the microphone, "(Y/n), I distinctly remember the day I asked you to be my girlfriend. I felt like dying that day. I didn't know whether you'd say yes or reject me. Cause, you know me better than my mom. I suck at telling feelings, yet here I am. Telling you and these people how much you've changed me. I was a dick, my apologies, father." the crowd laughed and so did you, "I have never had someone else look at me with such acceptance and love in their eyes. Then I found you. Love was bullshit to me before you came. But you showed me what it's like. You put up with me, had patience. And for all of what you've done, thank you. I never though I'd get married. My mom didn't either, with my lifestyle. I know some days will be rough, but please, promise me you'll never leave me. Promise me you'll never give up on me. Because, I can never find someone like you out there. It’s you. It'll always be you."

With that, you said your vows, and gave each other the kiss of forever.

And Hanamiya will always know, that it's you.

[bb-tings]

campfires & kegs

rudy pankow  

requested by: @ampanonyg

summary: y/n and rudy go on their annual camping trip and meet up with their friends. 

taglist: @ampanonyg @ims0golden @jjsmentalpolaroids @stargazingstarkey @letsgofullkook @jjmbanks @maybanksbaby @1-800-jjslut @simpforstarkey @jellyfishbeansontoast @ilovejjmaybank​ @royalpogue

(i have people who have requested to be on the taglist and then i have some friends who i would like nice criticism from, but if you want off i completely understand.)

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        The couple was so excited when they finally pulled up to the campgrounds. The time for their annual camping trip had finally come around and they couldn’t wait. When they hopped out of the car and looked around to see a few of their friends that they had made from the many camping trips in the past, the pair’s smiles grew even wider. They knew that if their camp buddies were around too then there would be a campfire party that night. 

        Rudy and Y/n began getting everything out of the car and setting the tent up. Y/n swat at the mosquitoes that attacked her skin, trying to get to the red substance beneath. As much as she loved these trips with her boyfriend, she was over the little bugs as soon as they arrived on the camping grounds. She turned to Rudy who was getting things out of the car. 

“Roo, did you get the OFF,” Y/n questioned her blonde boyfriend as they put their things inside the tent. 

“No...was I supposed to?” When she didn’t respond he turned around to see her standing with her hands on her hips with an emotionless look. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Rudy, did you at least get the bag of snacks that we packed?”

         When the blonde didn’t respond she let out a frustrated sigh and walked away from him to put the blankets and sheets on the air mattress they had brought. Rudy felt really guilty, he knew that he could be really absent-minded at times. But he was just so eager to camp with his gorgeous girlfriend that everything else just escaped his brain.

        Rudy walked into the tent and pulled the blanket away from Y/n, throwing it on the bed. He grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the tent and he sat on the bench in their camp area. Rudy reached out and pulled her hips towards him, and wrapped his arms around her. Y/n’s hands landed on the blonde’s shoulders. She then slowly made her way to the back of his neck and played with his hair. 

        “I’m sorry.” Y/n heard his words, but she avoided his eyes. She had long forgiven him, but she liked it when Rudy fought for her. In any way, whether he was fighting someone else or fighting himself, as he was doing now. She kept her eyes locked on his lips. When Rudy noticed that he launched forward and gave her a quick peck. Returning to his original position=, he noticed the small smile on her face and her wide eyes. 

“What was that for?”

“I felt like you were assaulting me with your eyes. So I put a stop to it,” the young actor responded with a smirk. 

“Oh. I was assaulting you, was I? I’m sorry, am I making you feel uncomfortable? ‘Cause I’ll leave.” She sported a big smile as she tried to pull away from the boy, but let out a squeal when he tugged her to stand in between his knees again.

“Nah, I’m not uncomfortable. I’m good. But I am really sorry for being so forgetful.” He looked up at the girl with sad blue eyes and poked his bottom lip out for effect. 

“I know baby,” Y/n let out a sigh. “But now we have to add bug spray and snacks to the list of things we need from Walmart. This was supposed to be a cheap trip, remember!.” The girl made a silly angry face and made her voice deeper. 

‘It’s alright baby. I think my bank account can take a hit of about $40 dollars. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a famous actor. I work for Netflix.” the boy smirked up at the girl. 

“Yeah, I remember. You never let me forget,” Y/n started to pull away from Rudy and grabbed his keys from his pocket. “Come on, Mr. Big Shot, Walmart waits for nobody.”

“Alright, wait for me in the car. I’m gonna go tell Luke and Annie to watch our stuff.”

        Y/n watched as he walked the 10 foot distance between their tent and the biggest RV on the grounds. Anne Johnson and her husband, Luke Johnson, were the famous when it came to the specific campgrounds. They had been there the first time the pair had gone camping. The four of them hit it off immediately, being the same age but somehow all in different stages of their lives. 

        The married couple was known for their campfire parties they threw. Renting out the biggest camp spot, they would buy 2 keggers, find logs, build a fire, play music, and then drive around on their 4 wheeler, inviting everyone on the campgrounds. Just strangers, hanging out by a fire, listening to music, and having the time of their lives. 

        When Rudy mentioned their much-needed trip to Walmart, the couple didn’t hesitate to agree to watch their stuff. When Rudy said bye and turned around walking back to his car, Y/n saw Annie and Luke waving towards her. She smiled a big small and waved back, excited for the inevitable drinks the group would share later that night. 

“Tonights gonna be so fun baby.”

                                                   -

“Rudy we don’t need 3 packs of hotdogs, we’re here for 3 nights. Not a week,” Y/n scolded her boyfriend. 

“Well, last time we ran out of food. And you know I get hangry,” the boy pouted next to his girlfriend as they made their way to check out. 

“Well, that’s because last time, somebody forgot to pack the right stuff, and instead packed the year-old weenies. OH and trust me, I know.” 

“You still love me though,” Rudy smiled as he wrapped his arms around the girl as she tried to put the groceries on the conveyor belt. “Unfortunately.”

      ��                                             -

        Y/n allowed her jaw to drop as she stared unbelievingly at her boyfriend. They had left the store and drove back to the camp. Rudy then walked over to help Luke build the fire, while Y/n helped Annie make some fruity alcoholic beverages inside the RV. They had been there for about 3 hours now, and to say the pair was slightly drunk would be an understatement.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Roo,” Y/n looked towards her boyfriend as he looked genuinely confused. “That bitch was all over you.” 

        When the words left her mouth, she heard Annie and some other people they had met throughout their night, start laughing. She wished the girls had been at the grocery store with them, knowing that they would have been on her side, had they seen the girl, who apparently had a death wish, giving Rudy sexual glances. 

“Babe, she was doing her job,” Rudy slurred as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, smothering the girl with his hoodie-clad chest. 

“Yeah, while simultaneously giving you bedroom eyes.”

        “Ok! Before this turns into a full out brawl, Luke is about to get his guitar out. It’s c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g time,” as Annie spelled out the famous lyrics from SpongeBob, Y/n pulled Rudy towards the benches around the orange and red flames. She made sure to grab the spots right next to the young boy with the guitar, wanting to get the best experience. 

        While Luke and Annie were talking around getting suggestions and requests for music, Y/n snuggled her way into Rudy. She was sitting beside him with her legs thrown over his through. 

        When Rudy turned his head to the left, Y/n took the time to kiss his neck. When her lips made contact with his smooth, freckled skin, she felt Rudy tense and squeeze her knee harder. “What’s wrong, bubba,” she questioned innocently.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sit through this if you keep doing that.”

“What are you talking about Roo? I’m not doing anything wrong-”

“Alright! Kid rock it is!” Luke yelled to everyone and started playing his guitar.

Rudy looked at his girlfriend and glared into her eyes. “We’ll finish later.”

                                                    - 

“And we were trying different things, and we were smoking funny things!” 

When Y/n loudly sang the next lyrics she made eye contact with Rudy. “Making love out by the lake to our favorite song.”

        She felt bad for everybody who wasn’t there. Strangers sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows and hotdogs, getting drunk, singing their lungs out. This was her favorite thing to do with Rudy. Before he met him, she had never gone camping but she was glad that he brought her along with that one year, because now she couldn’t think of another place she would rather be or other people she would rather be within that exact moment. 

                                                     -

Rudy picked up their last bags and waved goodbye to the Johnsons. He stuffed the bags in the backseat of the car, knowing that if he opened the trunk things would fall out, and then hopped into the driver’s seat. He looked towards Y/n to make sure she had all her electronics and chargers for the drive home and saw the sad look she was sporting. 

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t wanna leave,” she responded with a pout. To this, the blonde boy let out a chuckle. He put his hand on the shoulder of her seat and looked behind him as he backed out of the spot, onto the main road. 

“I know baby, but there’s always next year,” he suggested this as he shifted into drive, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and placed a kiss on it. 

“That’s so far away, though.”

“Well, then you better start counting.” 

“Ugh! I’m taking a nap,” Y/n reached down between her seat and the door and relaxed as the chair slowly started to incline, while simultaneously letting out a yawn. 

“Ok baby. Dream of me.”

“I won’t.”

        When Rudy looked over towards the sleeping girl, he reminded himself how lucky he was. Watching her, he smiled to himself, thinking that she was so cute.  He loved the girl so much and he hoped he got to do just that for as long as she would let him. He just wanted to make her happy, then he too would find his happiness. 

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 103

[Date: 25/03, 12:17 AM GMT - 25/03, 3:41 AM GMT]  

[CW for drug mention, descriptions of violence, torture mention, suffocation mention]

[Page appears in chat and begins a game of “Smile Charades” by telling the server to draw their attention to their Spotify playlist called “The Court?”, which consists of the following songs: “Break My Mind” by Dagames, “I’m the Bad Guy” by Caleb Hyles, “Echo” by Crusher-P, “Break the Rules” by Charlie XCX, “Discord” by The Living Tombstone, “The Fine Print” by The Stupendium, “I Can’t Decide” by Scissor Sisters, “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” by Set it Off, “Entropy” by Awkward Marina, “Happy Pills” by Weathers, “The Pitiful Children” by Eric William Morris, and “Monster” by KIRA. The server then proceeds to guess what Page could be trying to imply by this choice of songs. The following conversation ensures:]

jayyyyyyyy: “oh, happy pills is such a good song! kinda makes me sad in a way tho, ykno? its so upbeat but its basically about taking drugs so youre not truly yourself, ykno?”

Page 👑: “....

:)”

Jack the Observer 👁: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “huh, kinda makes me wonder if those plants are the result of drugs? or maybe theyre not, i might be looking at this the wrong way,”

Page 👑: “....”

jayyyyyyyy: “ah, either way its fine! just me wondering out loud, ykno? :]”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “wow, what a unique and interesting message! thank you for the playlist, page, its really eye opening and neat to listen to :]”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “wow, what a fun song about partying and breaking the rules! ,i sure hope, none of ,the court does that!, :]”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “ooo i cant decide is a good one, a classic, especially for those in uh. *looks at writing smudged on wrist* ...the my little pony fandom...”

Page 👑: “....”

jayyyyyyyy: “its so cool! love how the singer has conflicting feelings about their attachment to the one theyre torturing, how they ultimately have to decide whether they want to be good and spare their life, or if they want to continue with the torture”

Page 👑: “:)”

[After a few minutes, the server wonders why Page is being so quiet and only responding in “:)”]

jayyyyyyyy: “nono, its okay, its like a yes or no thing

quiet for no, a smile for yes

is that right, page?”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “pog! alright”

jayyyyyyyy: “okay, so still gotta find what youre picking up from this

are you not a big fan of concerts either?”

Page 👑: “....”

jayyyyyyyy: “oh, you like em?”

Page 👑: “:)

....”

jayyyyyyyy: “okay, you do like concerts! something else too tho”

[After a few minutes of conversation among the server members asking Page whether he liked concerts, or if being with the Court was like being in a concert, or if he wanted to continue the conversation in the direction of the topic of concerts, or if he wanted to talk about other topics, all of which were met with a resounding silence from Page-]

[jayyyyyyyy: “music?”]

Page 👑: “:)”

donti (e) (child): “music! alright

want to narrow the topic some more, page?”

Page 👑: “:)”

donti (e) (child): “so im assuming this is about your playlist?”

Page 👑: “:)”

donti (e) (child): “do you want us to focus on... lyrics?”

Page 👑: “:)”

donti (e) (child): “so like the tone?”

jayyyyyyyy: “well i think we already get the vibe, ykno”

donti (e) (child): “or the feel of all the songs together?”

Page 👑: “:)....”

donti (e) (child): “is there a common thread were supposed to be seeing?

Page 👑: “:)

[After some deliberation, it turned out that the common thread wasn’t about the laurels or drugs, but was about specific songs.]

jayyyyyyyy: “alright! so youre focusing on uhhh

break my mind

im the bad guy

echo

discord 50/50

wolf in sheeps clothing

entropy 50/50

happy pills 50/50

and monster”

Page 👑: “:)”

[jayyyyyyyy: “does "im the bad guy" apply to crown here?”]

Page 👑: “:)....”

jayyyyyyyy: “aight

is crown one of the common demoninators here?”

Page 👑: “:)....”

jayyyyyyyy: “aight

uhhh

im the bad guy is about.. fuck, i half remember half dont

if i remember correctly, the villain is explaining that whatever evils theyve faced before, shes much more powerful than them, and doesnt need their assistance because shes fine on her own

but

im guessing page is more focusing on. Uh”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “oh! okay

okay, i got it

hm.. echo is about.. well, its kinda hard to say

let me look at the lyrics again

actually, this song is a perfect way to sum up the courts situation

"the echo in the mirror"

like.. youre fighting yourself? youre trapped in yourself, fighting yourself to be free”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “pog! alright

so uhh

so far we have uhh

being stuck and fighting yourself is something im seeing rn

and the other one.. i think its better if i dont say it

am i right on the fighting yourself theme tho?”

Page 👑: “:)”

Ethza: “someone that's not crown??

"someone else"”

Page 👑: “:)”

Ethza: “OKAY

didnt expect that

so who

not crown

themselves?”

Page 👑: “:).....”

Ethza: “hm

eachother?”

donti (e) (child): “are,,, are the people who wear the crowns... pulling at the strings of their body??”

Page 👑: “....”

Ethza: “Hm”

jayyyyyyyy: “okay so

im assuming its crown and the court?”

Ethza: “but its not crown

its someone else”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “hmm”

Ethza: “that was my first guess

so

someone else”

jayyyyyyyy: “okay! okay

and probably obvious but youre being controlled by your court version?”

Ethza: “but something else is controlling you”

Page 👑: “:)”

Ethza: “is it your court self?

the laurels?

something else?

feel free to respond to those separately”

jayyyyyyyy: “what, pray tell, the fuck are the laurels”

Page 👑: “:)”

[Ethza: “the laurels?”]

Page 👑: “....”

[Ethza: “something else?”]

Page 👑: “....:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “alright

hmmmm okay so

court selves are controlling the og selves, and crown is manipulating the court”

Ethza: “the court selves....aren't what they seem?”

Page 👑: “:)”

Ethza: “i was really hoping that wouldn't be right”

jayyyyyyyy: “well i dont think the court selves are evil”

Ethza: “i don't know if we'd call them good”

jayyyyyyyy: “theyre being manipulated, ykno? and theyre.. kinda stuck in an unwinable situation

well yea but like

either they let their alternate selves be free and they literally suffocate, or they let themselves be free and their alternate selves suffocate

and a while, youd want fresh air, no matter how good of a person you are”

[Ethza: “i don't know if we'd call them good”]

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “alright so theyre not good

obv im still suspicious that a lot of it is bc of circumstances but still evil”

Ethza: “...hey page”

Page 👑: “:)”

Ethza: “are they something we know?”

Page 👑: “....:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “i really cant think of anything else tho

dreamons maybe?”

Page 👑: “:)

:)

:)

:)

:)

:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “uhhh

OH SHIT”

Page 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “OH FUCK

OH FUCK

OH FUCK ITS DREAMONS”

Page 👑: “:)

:)

:)

:)”

donti (e) (child): “is that a smile or a yes ??”

Page 👑: “:)

:)

:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “ITS A YES

OH MY GOD ITS DREAMONS OH FUCK”

donti (e) (child): “UH!!”

jayyyyyyyy: “OKAY

FUCK

okay

ok im. calming down”

Knight 👑: “Fetch likes this song :)” 

[DAYWALKER! by Machine Gun Kelly ft. Corpse] 

Knight 👑: “It should be obvious as to why :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “WAIT NO BUT I HAVE OTHER QUESTIONS

okay page!!

is that "thing" thats more powerful than crown the dreamons?”

Knight 👑: “Page is not in service at this time. Please check the number or try your call again. :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “oh fuck off

GOD

you mother FUCKERS

donti (e) (child): “AH IS PAGE OK”

Knight 👑: “:)”

donti (e) (child): “uhhhhhh buddy you ok”

Knight (he/they): “I see somebody talking with a mouth thats full of teeth i want to break :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “thats dumb as FUCK”

donti (e) (child): “well thats probably me time to scram :D”

jayyyyyyyy: “page did not say a single thing this entire time”

Knight 👑: “Then i'm not talking about him. :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “..neither did max”

Knight 👑: “I'm on borrowed time can't shake it :) blackout when i'm ragin'. :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “yea

again with that fuckin corpse song

hold on

huh

okay so im assuming this is just. 100% knight rn

bc you definitely did something to page

and the song daywalker is ab letting someone in on a secret and blaming them when the secret gets out

actually this song. lines up with uh

that scene”

Knight 👑: “:)”

jayyyyyyyy: “the. ykno, the murder

unless im wrong but

seems. violent”

Knight 👑: “I prayed to god and went to sleep with bloody hands :)”

jayyyyyyyy: “damn! okay

uhhh fuck

okay knight can you like. post all the lyrics youre focusing on rn?? tryna get across???”

Knight 👑: “Punch that motherfucker in the face 

you hated what he said, right? 

beat his ass, leave him at the stoplight

i know you wanted change, but nobody's around

so, kick him again while he's on the ground”

jayyyyyyyy: “thank you!”

Big G (they/them): “Uhh”

jayyyyyyyy: “....oh god i just said thank you im going SOFT

"i know you wanted change but nobodys around" is really catching my eye

"you hated what he said right" hmm”

Knight 👑: “If a pussy wanna say shit, then i'll fuckin' stomp his face in

nah, not getting better, can't change it, i left blood all on the pavement 

i'm on borrowed time, can't shake it, blackout when i'm ragin',

me and all these pills be on a fuckin' first name basis,”

jayyyyyyyy: “im kinda throwing a shot here, but is the "you hated what he said right" part about the dreamons hating what i said?”

Knight 👑: “I never said it was about page :) in fact, i told you i wasn't talking about him :)”