#the only way i can write anymore /hj

[mad-hunts]

as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.

since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. ❝ uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there — so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, ❞ he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.

but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.

he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, ❝ that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? ❞ jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. ❝ that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. ❞

jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. ❝ mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure — i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. ❞ the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.

julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.

he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. ❝ eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. ❞ jack cleared his throat then, ❝ you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? ❞

Eigengrau.

A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like he’d swallowed a wad of wool.

The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah… so he had fainted. Just as he’d suspected. No glasses, then.

"Hey. Ahh, you're awake… That's awesome. How are you feeling?"

The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertain—belonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matilda’s, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldn’t quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?

He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself upright—tried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.

… ohh, god…

He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasn’t right. His glasses and gloves weren’t the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.

A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.

Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.

"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."

He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle down—salt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.

Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neck—the chain with his and Sylvie’s wedding rings twisted against his skin. He must’ve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.

"Forgive me…" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since I…?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you don’t mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."

The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervis’ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.

“Thank you,” Jervis said hoarsely. “I must have been out of it for quite a while.”

[minisugakoobies]

The Purrfect Crime | HJS

Pairing: Joshua x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, angst (tiny bit?), crack , non-idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: neighbor is implied to be a horrible pet owner but i promise there is no abuse here, catnapping, they're idiots and they're in love, so much pining, that trope where you have to kiss someone in order to fool someone else, apparently it's called a fake-out make-out thanks true tropes wiki, i don't even know where this sudden need to write a soft joshua came from but enjoy

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Fed up with the way your neighbor is keeping your friend/his ex's cat just to spite him, you hatch a plan to rescue the poor creature. Naturally, your best friend (and crush) Joshua is in for the mission.

Text Prompt: in italicized pink font in the story

A/N: It took me a while to find a text prompt for Joshua, but as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was his. Thank you to @minttangerines and @kiestrokes for taking a look at this one and reminding me that variety is good.

If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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“Rrrrrow. Mmmmrowwwrrr.” 

“Oh, not again,” you mutter to yourself, rising from your couch to trudge to your back door. It’s starting early tonight.

You can barely see into the yard next door, but you spy a fluffy grey and white tail bobbing around. There he is. Your neighbor’s cat, yowling to be let inside, like always he does. The pitiful creature lets out another cry, and your heart twists. You know from years of living here that the jerk next door won’t be home for a while, so poor kitty is stuck outside in the rapidly cooling autumn air. Probably hungry for his dinner.

Well, you’ve had about enough of this. As you stand there, watching the cat’s tail swish in the air, the barest puff of an idea sneaks into your head. Before you can stop it, it blooms into a full-tilt plan. 

You’re already in motion when your phone buzzes with a text. Normally, you’d ignore it, but it’s your favorite person on the planet. 

Shua: whatcha doin

You: stealing my neighbor’s cat

Even though your best friend is famously down for any sort of drama, his response is so ridiculously fast that it makes you smile. 

Shua: scandalous

Shua: can I help

You send him a brief description of your plan, and he shoots back that he’s already on his way.

There’s a knock on your day exactly twenty minutes later, proof that he wasn’t lying. When you open the door, Joshua takes one look at you and points, nodding. “Yes, good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” 

He’s referring to the fact that you’re both dressed completely in black, head to toe. The only difference between you is that he’s got a cute beanie shoved over his hair, a few strands hanging down in his eyes as he smiles at you. 

“I worried maybe I was taking this too seriously.” 

“Oh, no, this is very serious,” you inform him, leading him through your townhouse to the back door. “I’m really about to rescue Mr. Meepers from that asshole.” 

“Hell yeah, you a- wait, did you say Mr. Meepers?”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I know,” you laugh. 

Junhui, your horrible neighbor’s amazing ex-boyfriend, might not be the best when it comes to naming pets, but he’s a very sweet guy. While he and Mr. Asshole Next Door adopted the cat together, it was always very clear that he was Jun’s cat, and Jun’s cat alone. It breaks your heart to know that Mr. Meepers is being kept hostage solely for the purpose of punishing Jun for leaving that asshole.  

“He’s such a cute kitty, though, so friendly and playful, and Junhui’s really upset that he can’t get him back. That asshole won’t return his texts anymore. And the one time Jun showed up, he wouldn’t even answer the door.”

You pause to look out the window. Your yard and the one adjoining to the left are clear - or, at least as much as you can see over the fence seems empty.

“It’s bad enough that he won’t give Jun his pet back, but I know this jerk doesn’t take good care of him. He’s always locking him out in the yard. Doesn’t matter the time of day - I hear him out there all the time, crying and clawing at the patio door.” You frown. “Doesn’t matter what the weather’s doing and he doesn’t leave any water out for him, either. Just throws him outside and locks the door.”

As you ramble on, Joshua’s expression darkens. “I knew your neighbor was an asshole, but damn. That’s fucking cold.” He tips his head as another mournful “mrrrrooowww” sounds. “Is that him?” 

“Uh-huh.”

“He sounds so sad. How can that guy not care?”

“I dunno. Guess it’s easy to ignore innocent animals when you don’t have a heart.” You square your shoulders, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. “Thanks to that loud-ass engine on his piece of shit car, I know when that asshole gets off work. He always stops at a bar on Friday nights, so he’ll be home later than usual, but we don’t have a lot of time to do this. Might not be a great idea to do it now, but…”

“But Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to suffer any longer. I get it.” Joshua squeezes your arm, bolstering you a little with his comforting touch. You smile at him gratefully, and he grins back before clearing his throat and turning to the window. “So. We’re gonna go out there and get him.”

“Right.” 

“Right. So… how exactly are we gonna do that?” 

“With some loose fence planks and these.” You reach into the pouch of your hoodie and pull out a small crinkled bag. “Mr. Meepers loves tuna treats. I toss them over the fence whenever I see him out there.” 

“Of course you do,” Joshua hums, shaking his head. He loves to tease you about how soft-hearted you can be, but you’d argue he’s just as gentle and kind as you are. He simply hides it better - except when he’s around you. You’ve yet to figure out if it’s intentional or if your friendship is the chip in his armor, allowing you to see through to the real him. 

“Well, Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to sit out there all hungry because that jerk doesn’t actually want him. All he wants is to hurt Jun.” There’s no real need to explain yourself, but you do it anyway. Joshua’s hand brushes your arm again and you inhale a calming breath. “Okay. Time’s not stopping, so let’s do this. Are you ready?” 

Joshua gives you a nod. “Let’s go.” 

Leaving your back door open a crack, in case you need to make a hasty retreat, the two of you set out on your mission. 

Your neighborhood is typically pretty quiet this time of evening. There’s the sound of kids playing in their yard a few doors down, and the usual buzz of traffic on the main road two blocks over, but nothing loud enough to cover your footsteps as you crunch through the grass and fallen leaves lining the fence that separates your yard from your neighbor’s. The moon is already out, and a few stars dot the sky, but you still need the flashlights on your phones to give you enough light to keep from tripping over anything in your path.

Joshua insists on being the one to try to pry the boards off the fence. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to pull a few away, a fact that makes him cluck his tongue. “This is so unsafe, YN. Your landlord needs to fix this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” You’ve got a whole list of breaking or broken items for the landlord to repair. It’s the effort - and, especially, the time - that it takes to call and wait around for him to show up that you don’t have. “I’ll get around to calling him someday.” 

“I’m being serious,” Joshua insists, the concerned furrow of his brow evident even in the dim glow cast by his phone. “It’s not safe. What if someone gets in this way? Like a burglar? Or - or worse?”

“Well, they’ll have to get into asshole’s yard first to get to mine this way…” The odds of someone breaking into your home via this now person-sized hole in the fence are incredibly low. But you’re not going to argue about it at the moment. Not when you can hear the worry in your friend’s voice. “You’re right. I’ll call him next week. After we’ve made sure Mr. Meepers is safe with Junhui.”

“Good. It’s just… I can’t even think about what I’d do if something happened to you.” 

Joshua’s look of relief is enough to send warmth flooding through your chest, but combined with his words, it has your heart launching into frantic palpitations. Quickly, you duck through the space in the fence, needing to move away from your friend for fear that he might be able to feel the fluttering. You’ve spent the better part of two years hiding your crush on your friend. No need to give yourself away now. 

A bright light suddenly clicks on.

“Crap!” you gasp. In a burst of panic, you dive back towards the gap in the fence, only to find Joshua there. He lets out a surprised cry as you crash into him, knocking him flat on his back, another tiny “oof” forced from his lungs when you land on top of him. “Sorry!”

“What are yommmmph-”

“Shhhh!” 

You press your hand over Joshua’s mouth and glance over your shoulder. Your neighbor’s yard is still, nothing that you can see through the hole moving except for some unkempt bushes swaying in the chilly evening air.

You sigh. “Sorry. I forgot he’s got a motion detector light. I panicked.” 

Joshua hums, the brush of his lips tickling your fingers, and you remove your hand with an embarrassed laugh. Now that your fright has passed, you’re painfully aware of your current position, lying chest to chest, hip to hip on top of your best friend. His arms are locked solidly behind your back, cradling you to him as if he’s still trying to break your fall. 

It’s impossible to turn away when he looks at you, even though your heart is twisting itself into knots, so filled with longing that it’s tying you up inside. The longer you gaze into his eyes, the more your heart aches. 

Completely unaware of the inner turmoil you’re currently facing, Joshua grins. “Next time we steal someone’s pet in an act of righteous retribution, maybe I’ll be the one to gather the important intel first. Like motion lights.” He laughs, and you can feel it through your chest against his. Your heart twists again. “You can be the muscle, with a tackle like that.” 

“Shut up,” you groan, trying to gracefully slide onto the grass beside him, without success.  “I didn’t hit you that hard.” 

“I don’t know, I think I’m gonna be feeling that tomorrow.” He rubs his left shoulder gingerly, but he can’t fool you. You smack his other shoulder and he gives up the bit, laughing. “Fine, fine, you’re not the muscle. But I’m definitely the brains of this team.” 

“Pffft. If you’re anything, you’re the face.” 

“The what?” 

“You know. In a heist crew, the face.” You stand up, brushing some dry leaves from your hoodie. “The smooth talker? The one they send in to charm a target. That’s you.” 

“Oh.” Joshua’s eyebrow rises as he considers your words. “Um, thank you?” 

“You’re welcome. It’s a compliment.” 

“Is it?” He cracks a grin when you lightly punch his shoulder again. “Sounds like a weird way to call me manipulative.” 

“Don’t read into it so deep,” you state wryly. “I only meant that you’re, like, a fast thinker. And good at talking to people.” And incredibly charming. Joshua’s had you wrapped around his finger for ages. Thank god he doesn’t seem to know it. If he ever realized his true power over you, he’d be totally insufferable. And you’d still do whatever he wanted.

“Uh-huh. But if it’s all about me being good at talking, then why is it called the ‘face?’” 

He would ask that. 

“Um… most of the time the face is also really good-looking. It helps, y’know, to sell the lie if it’s coming from a pretty face.”

“Pretty?” His fingers fly to the bottom of his beanie again, tugging it down further. A nervous habit of his. 

”Well, yeah,” you say, shrugging. “You are very pretty.” 

You ride the surge of adrenaline in your veins forward and step through the hole into the yard next door before Joshua can react. 

It turns out to be a blessing that your neighbor has a motion light. His backyard is an obstacle course of rusty lawn furniture, neglected plants, and overgrown tufts of weeds. Carefully, you wind your way towards the patio, only to realize that Mr. Meepers is no longer sitting there.

“Mr. Meepers?” you call out in a hushed yell. “Where’d you go?” You must’ve spooked the cat with your wild dive earlier.

“He couldn’t have gotten out of the yard, could he?”

“I don’t know. I always figured he couldn’t or he would’ve run away by now.” Taking the treats out of your pocket, you give the bag a shake. “I brought you some of your favorite num-nums!”

“Your favorite num-nums?” Joshua echoes incredulously. 

“Shut up or I’ll tackle you again,” you mutter, catching his smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Here, Mr. Meepers!” 

You shake the bag of treats again and a bush near the edge of the patio rustles in reply. Mr. Meepers comes striding out, tail flicking happily as he brushes against your outstretched fingers. 

“Mmmrowww,” he chirps.

“Hi buddy,” you reply, scratching his ears lightly. “Here are your num-nums as promised.” Mr. Meepers nibbles on his treats as you stroke your fingers over his soft fur. “This is gonna be the last time I’ll give you these. You wanna know why? Hmm? Because we are busting you out of here and taking you home! Doesn’t that sound good?” 

The cat purrs loudly, nosing at the bag in your hand, and you cave, giving him a few more treats.

“No wonder Junhui’s been so sad. You’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?”

“So cute.” 

The words are whispered breathlessly, so quietly you’re almost not sure you heard them right. You glance up at Joshua, only to find your friend staring at you with a curious look on his face, an expression that you can’t quite name but it makes your pulse jolt regardless. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay when he suddenly straightens up, shaking his head a little.

���We, uh, we should probably not linger here,” he says, fingers clutching at his beanie. 

It almost defies belief how quickly his words jinx the two of you. You’re about to pick up Mr. Meepers when you hear it - the sound of your neighbor’s front door opening.

“Fuck, he’s home!” you hiss. Fast as you can, you scoop Mr. Meepers into your arms, thankful that he trusts you enough not to fight. Joshua holds out his hand to help you up and you stumble clumsily to your feet, apologizing when you bounce off of him. 

“Forget it, just go!” 

Joshua’s fingers lace through yours as the two of you scramble madly towards the hole in the fence. He reaches it first, but doesn’t go through, urging you on, his hands pushing gently on your back the whole time. As soon as you’re clear, he pops through behind you. 

Mr. Meepers chooses that moment to start squirming. He wiggles out of your grip somehow and drops delicately to the ground. For a split second you’re afraid he’s going to bolt through the hole, but instead he darts across your lawn and into your open door.

Before you can follow, you hear the loud creak of your neighbor’s back door opening. You and Joshua both flatten yourselves against the fence, desperate not to be seen. 

“Dinner time, dummy!”

There’s a spike of anger in your anxiety. You really hate your neighbor. He doesn’t wait long for the cat to respond to his call, slamming his screen door shut a few seconds later. 

A few excruciatingly long seconds after that, the light goes out. Everything is quiet again, save for your slight hyperventilating.

You blink a few times. “Oh my god, I thought we wer-”

The screen door next door opens again. 

“Yo, dummy, where are you? It’s time to come in!”

Your neighbor’s head pops up over the fence as he walks out onto his patio.

Joshua grabs the rotten planks and shoves them back into place. In his race to cover up the hole, though, he’s a bit too careless, and pinches his thumb. “Shit!”

You freeze. 

“Mr. Meepers?” the asshole next door calls out. “Stupid cat, what are you getting into?”

You can’t breathe. The threat of being caught now when you’re so close to victory makes your heart skip several beats in fear. Then Joshua’s gaze meets yours, and your heart positively leaps as he springs into action, pressing you against the fence. 

“Just go with it,” he whispers. He doesn’t give you a chance to process his words before he’s cupping your face, and then he leans in and kisses you. It’s a little hasty, a little rushed, like desperation propels him forward. But when his hands drop to your waist, bringing the two of you closer together, you relax into one another. The kisses turn slow, lingering.  

Your eyes slip shut as you breathe him in, citrus and cardamom, his cologne so warm and sweet, just like his kisses. He’s covering your body with his own like he’s shielding you. Protecting you. You could simultaneously shout for joy and cry. 

“What was tha- oh - oh shit, ‘m sorry - “ 

Your neighbor’s voice sputters into silence, and then a few seconds later, the light goes out. Joshua keeps kissing you, arms on either side of your head, but his caresses are more playful now, teasing nudges of his nose against your cheek, tiny pecks on your lips. 

“Joshua.” You speak his name intending to ask what he’s doing, but it comes out like a whine. You’re flustered and Joshua laughs, clearly enjoying it.

“I don’t think he’s looking anymore,” he deadpans, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he cups your face.

“Okay,” you reply, leaning in for another kiss. Joshua’s laughter vibrates against your mouth as you clutch at his hoodie, trying to keep him close. He manages to pull away anyway.

“We should probably get inside before the cat gets out.” 

With that gentle reminder of why you’re out in your yard in the first place, the fog around your head dissipates. You look at your back door and find Mr. Meepers sitting right inside, staring at the two of you. 

“Right.”Joshua’s right, but he also hasn’t let go of you, and that is seriously affecting your ability to think right now. You try to pull yourself together. “Um. Joshua.” 

“Yeah?” 

Countless ideas flit through your brain, the majority of them involving kissing him again. 

“Thank you. For saving us. That was, um. That was good. And, it was…” You’re burning up, the back of your neck heating with a heady mix of desire and embarrassment at how you’re reacting to Joshua’s touch.

“It was what?”

“It was just… really good,” you trail off dumbly in a tiny voice.

He smirks. “Told you I was the brains.” 

You feel slightly sheepish when he laughs again, but you're quickly reassured when he kisses you softly.

“C’mon,” he says, taking your hand again. “Let’s finish your mission and get Mr. Meepers back home. Then maybe I’ll show you what else I’m thinking.”

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[yoonyeon0]

Suup gorgeous

Could you write headcanons on how kengan men would act when drunk

Maybe including gaolang and saw paing

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are we flirting rn 🤭/hj also I LOVVE your drawings, i could eat them omg they're so hot ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

𓂃۶ৎ WASTED! | kengan hcs pt. 3

જ⁀➴ WITH: lihito, meguro, mikazuchi, muteba, okubo, sawada, sekibayashi, ohms, takayama, shen, wakatsuki, saw paing

જ⁀➴ SUMMARY: the kengan men had a bit too much to drink - how do they act?

જ⁀➴ WARNINGS:

LONG AF, suggestive, mentions of alcohol, kengan men under the influence, very ooc, mentions of memory loss, mentions of puke/throwing up, hangover mentions, parties, kinda she/they pronouns being used, cussing, ect.

જ⁀➴ AUTHOR'S NOTES: this was supposed to be in two more parts but i am not finding anymore dividers so this was all mangled in one part, anyway happy new years!

𓂃۶ৎ LIHITO

well this is alr established in the anime and manga but this man has literally nothing holding him back.

and its worse when he's with okubo too

def slurs all of his words and genuinely doesn't make coherent words

only okubo can understand him

has NO self respect when he's drunk btw

"LIHITO! WHAT THE- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

you watched in horror as the man you surprisingly acquainted yourself with was stripping slowly in the middle of the party you two were attending at mr. yamashita's office. so he wasn't saying anything but knowing him for as long as you have, he was definitely already in lala land. you were about to stop him yourself to spare everyone from a tantalizing sight before someone cut you to it.

"bro. you're gonna scare all the ladies away! can't you find somewhere else to finish what ever.....this is?"

you slowly tilted your head to see an obviously irritated himuro ryo scolding lihito on his recklessness. you turned your head even more to look at lihitos reaction to only see a confused expression which shocked you.

"huuuuuuuuh? wadoyamean? moveouttathewaywillya?! igortaclimbthatthinglikerighnoo!"

as if it was on cue, the two of your faces scrunched up in an emotion that could only be explained as disturbed. was this guy seriously trying to speak any language? besides that, why the hell was he currently pointing at the walls of poor mr. yamashita's office?

"the hell are you saying? hey, your way too drunk to be here anymore dude. go home will you?"

you decided to leave the two men bicker among themselves. there was plenty of hot food and frunk sprawled on the table you had walked to. you had seen a guy with his hair buzzed standing in front of said table so you decided to make small talk hoping to make a friend.

the man, whos name you learned to be okubo, was drinking a lot as well and you were scared for both his health and his mental health. okubo was pressuring you to drink as well so that you both would end up drunk together.

as you took a drink that obviously had alcohol in it, you were so close to taking a sip before hearing the shouts of most males there, most of them being 'what the hell are you doing' and more.

when you decided to look up you not only saw lihito on the ceiling, he had no clothes on either.

what the hell.

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𓂃۶ৎ MEGURO

i can't see him drinking.

let alone drinking - I can't see him holding a cup.

but I digress

hallucinations everywhere in his mind

literally talks to himself and swears it's his dad

also says things that are so random

but he does that anyway

"hey dad, your judo was amazing y'know? but ive met guys even stronger than you - do you think i could beat them?"

you were not even the slightest bit phased as the man in front of kept talking to air - or other known as his 'dad'. this happened many times before when the man had somehow drank even when you forbade him to due to his incredible hallucinating skills.

you were currently in the kitchen making some tea with some tylenol on the side so that the man could take quickly.

"hey megs! are you done talking to your dad yet?"

at the sound of your chripy voice, the man slowly tilted his head in your direction with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth before getting on his legs to slowly waddle to your side in the kitchen. he didn't say anything, but he continued to stare at you with his large eyes.

"your so attractive."

you looked at him, scanning his face for any emotion or sign of him trying to get a reaction out of you but all you saw was sincerity.

"thank you megs, now take your medicine okay?" you said with a gleeful sigh.

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𓂃۶ৎ MIKAZUCHI

will AT MOST take a shot of whiskey. anymore is an ABSOLUTE NO.

i can't see him getting drunk because once again - he's probably too responsible to do that

but if he did get drunk

so clingy

I know he alr is without being drunk but imagine that clingy-ness x2

won't even LOOK anywhere that isn't your face.

being absolutely tackled by your boyfriend as soon as you picked him up from the bar was an understatement. you expected today to be a good day - calmly boring one.

but obviously not.

you were currently trying to convince your boyfriend to get the hell off of you but he stayed persistent. so there you were with a big mass of boyfriend suffocating you with his body weight alone on your shared bed.

"babe please-"

you were shut up with a finger on your lips.

"do you not want my love anymore? i thought we were solemates.."

the look he gave you was one you had never seen before. he was..pouting at you?

"well of course we are, it's just that i don't want a professional fighter to be laying on my body right now."

"am I hurting you?"

"well no but-"

"so why can't i be on you?"

"because it's uncomfortable as hell."

mikazuchi's pouting face slowly chilled down as he rolled over to your side while pulling you closer to him.

"okay, we can sleep like this then."

you rolled your eyes but you didnt protest because you knew that this was the best you were gonna get so you decided to drift into sleep in your loving boyfriend's arms.

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𓂃۶ৎ MUTEBA

life of the party or however that saying goes

PLEASE bring hin to any party your hosting bc when this guy is drunk he can lit a party tf up

he kinda seems like he would be the one pushing everyone to have a drink

also he is most definitely either hitting on or sleeping with all the woman at that party

"cmon dear, have drink with me!"

"im not having a drink with a complete rando so go find another person to sleep with."

the hunk of man seemed absolutely baffled by your denial of his request. he had full heartedly believed that any person who he wanted would be his but that delusion was shut down almost immediately.

but unfortunately for you, this man wasn't going down so easily.

"who said I wanted to sleep with you? is it forbidden to have a drink with someone your interested in?"

"it's more like I don't trust you at all because a man who somehow made this whole party alive again is someone that I should fear. you get what I'm saying?"

the man furrowed his brows. although he couldn't see your face due to his inability to see, he could tell that you were talking with a sense of humor in your voice. what about this was funny?

"hmm, i guess you do have a point. then, if i may, how could i convince you to share your time with me?"

"how about you work for me?"

"...work?"

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𓂃۶ৎ OKUBO

lihitos partner in crime

basically just lihito but a little more reserved

only a little bit

"oh my goodness."

as if looking for verification, you pointed up at lihito, who was currently both naked and on the ceiling to get the attention of the friend you had made earlier. little did you know, that was NOT a friend you should gone to for any reason.

as he looked up, he started to burst out laughing. you were not amused at all because everyone there was being consistently flashed by the man on the ceiling. as you were trying to calm him down, he suddenly began to start stripping at well before cheering lihito on.

so now there was two naked men, one of them hovering above everyone in the office and the other cheering. obviously, the one cheering was somewhat tackled down to the floor before being forced to put some clothes back on.

aborting your previous mission, you decided to try and find someone that knew these two so that they could be taken home. as you were looking around, you had found two men, one of them being himuro himself, who didn't seem the slightest bit phased on the disturbance happening. in matter of fact, they seemed somewhat expecting of all of this stuff to happen. the man standing next to himuro was a bit shorter and had a bob while wearing some type of traditional japanese attire.

as you approached the duo, the commotion seemed to had gotten louder and louder so you turned around to see an even more bizarre sight.

all the other drunk men had also stripped so there was a ball of naked men dancing and laughing.

what the hell.

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𓂃۶ৎ SAWADA

well my girlboss is obviously gonna slay while drunk.

he might just turn the bar table into a runway and start dancing

idk he just slays when he's drunk! he's just like that yknow?

"you sure you don't wanna dance with someone as talented as me?"

"sawada you know i would love too but i can't dance to save my life."

the man in front of you raised an eyebrow and scoffed, as if he already knew that.

"well im aware of that but i don't care! do you want to dance or not?"

"will you teach me if i say yes?"

"i.."

the man paused before continuing on, thinking about what he should say.

you sighed before giving him the best puppy eyes you could, pleading so that he would teach you at least one dance move that you could continously spam.

"ugh fine! you better match my moves well or ill never teach you again!"

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𓂃۶ৎ SEKIBAYASHI

10/10 actor here

pretends that the alcohol doesn't do anything to him but as soon as he's behind closed doors he collapses

literally is sweating bullets a stumbles and when someone asks if he's okay he responds so confidently

"IM FINE!" while his legs are threatening to let go 😭

"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!"

a loud slam on the table from sekibayashi's big jar of beer was heard around the bar.

"COME ON! ALL OF YOU ASLEEP OR SOMETHING? BRING ME A TRUE CHALLENGE, OKAY?"

you watched seki with no emotion. the act he was putting on was kinda pitying to look at and you almost wanted to laugh at how desperately he was trying to put the tough guy act on. surprisingly enough, he had no more opponents. it seemed like everyone there had gotten the memo that none of them were gonna be able to out drink THE sekibayashi.

as seki was slowly walking down from his bar stool and up to you, he seemed to be looking around with a scowl on his face.

"damn, all of them pussied out! i was hoping to find a real man here!"

"yeah im glad that didn't happen. your legs are shaking, see?"

you pointed your hand to the legs of the man in front of you who didn't even notice how much his legs were shaking currently.

"hey! th-thats just because i have been standing for a while!"

"you were sitting but okay. let's go already, the smell in here is suffocating."

you lead seki to the car, you obviously getting into the drivers seat. as soon as you were seated, you looked at the passenger seat to see sekibayashi completely passed out. you chuckled lightly under your breath.

"what a dumbass."

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𓂃۶ৎ OHMA

forgets everything

as soon as the alcohol gets in his system he forgets everything; including you

lowkey funny though because he doesn't know anyone anymore

might slur his words but it is rare

his face gets red but in a blush typa way

"hey, who the hell are you?"

you were taken aback. who the hell were you? your girlfriend, soon-to-be wife!

"hah, funny. now you need leave that alcohol alone before you get even drunker."

you put your hand on his shoulder before he shrugged it off before giving you a stank face.

"don't touch me, i have a wife."

"yeah? im your wife idiot."

"you wish, my wife is both boautiful and amazing all in one person."

your eyebrows rose and your lips shifted into a smug smirk as you realized what was happening. somehow someway, your boyfriend had lost his memory from being drunk.

and of course you weren't gonna pass up this opportunity to see how he truly felt about you.

"hmm, you don't say? but your wife must be weak - i mean, look at you!"

he looked at you, obviously trying to give his most serious face but failing miserably with red coating his face.

"if she was here, she'd kick your ass."

"really? how do you know that?"

"i don't date, let alone marry, weak people."

you smiled, feeling content with your boyfriends responses before dismissing yourself from the conversation. of course you didn't actually leave, you just turned around the corner to the bathroom to turn right back around back out into the bar. and to no surprise, your boyfriend had seen you and called you over.

yeah, you'd be taking him out more after this.

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𓂃۶ৎ TAKAYAMA

gets flustered very easily and face gets red when he's drunk

prefers not getting drunk because of the fact he's a whole BODYGUARD

but sometimes one drink comes after the other and keeps going.

"hey, what's on your mind? you've been drinking like a mad man and you dragged me here too."

you looked at your fiancé in worry as he kept downing drink after drink. obviously, he was stressing out about something but what? you put you hand on his shoulder while he was in the middle of his 4th drink. he looked at you in surprise before slowly putting the half way done drink down.

you studied his features carefully, noting that his face was soft red and that he looked almost embarrassed to look you in the eye.

he looked down at his hands before taking yours with a soft smile.

"im okay dear, you being here is enough to get me through my worries."

"are you sure? you know you can tell me anything."

"of course, you'd be the first person id tell love."

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𓂃۶ৎ SHEN

doesn't get drunk

literally is just incapable of getting drunk

drinks as much as he wants

there were only two questions on your mind as you were seated next to the weird guy you started hanging out with who's name was 'jackie lee'.

1. why were you here in the first place?

and

2. what the hell is this guy made of?

the guy was completely odd to say the most and he definitely also had a thing for getting dead drunk - or so you thought.

here was the man jackie lee in all of his glory, downing drink after drink, most of them being beer, and having absolutely no reaction.

not even a stutter or shade of red was on him, just pure tomfoolery as he put on a nonchalant face while drinking drink after drink.

you were questioning on whether you should talk or not but you kept getting discouraged by the way he just kept drinking.

while many questions were going through your mind, you had unknowingly put on a disgusted face while looking at him and obviously, he noticed.

"why are you looking at me like that? did I do something?"

you quickly fixed your face before blurting out something you really shouldn't have.

"how can you drink so much?"

"how can you barely drink 2 beers?"

"touché."

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𓂃۶ৎ WAKATSUKI

another "i only drink when I'm stressed" er

not surprisingly i don't think he gets drunk

too responsible

coming back to this so I don't mischaracter the hell outta him

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𓂃۶ৎ SAW PAING

well i mean yells somehow even louder than he usually does

also is very energetic like he usually is but this also means that he might do crazy shit.

also yaps about nonsense

his hangovers ARE CRAZY

little sad puppy the whole next day bc his head is killing him, as well as his vocal chords

"saw please shut up, your killing me right now."

"HUUUUUUUUUH? CMON, CMON, CMON! [name], YOU CANT BE JUST LOUNGING AROUND! YOU GOTTA PUMP YOURSELF UP LIKE ME!"

you rolled your eyes lovingly. saw paing wasn't an easy guy to have a crush on but you still loved him that way. you currently were sitting by him while he was yelling his heart out about pumping yourself up and being the best out there.

"saw, you should really stop before you come complaining that your head hurts to me again."

saw whipped his head in your direction before opening his mouth wide again to yell nonsense once more. that was a habit you really needed him to stop.

you stood up from the stone ledge you were sitting on to slight tap his shoulder so that you could give him the sternest look you possibly could without laughing.

"don't come crying to me if your head hurts, 'kay?"

"WHAT?! A MAN NEVER CRIES, EVEN IF HES IN PAIN!"

"yeah, we'll see about that."

SORRY, SAW PAINGS PART WAS A BIT RUSHED!

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[the-s1lly-corner]

A bandage scrap (Eyeless Jack x Reader) (Ending 4)

guys im not going to lie i had a blast writing this one! this ones really heavy on my take on jack so right out the gate im going to say that this might not be everyones cup of tea </3 though tbf if youve been reading my other writings of him youre already used to my interpretation on him so uhuhuhuh yeah notes: reader is gn, this is a slender mansion au but jack is still reclusive and keeps to himself, slight angst with comfort, no mouth to mouth kiss but there is a kiss dwdw cws: mentions of cannibalism- though does it count if jack doesnt count as a human depending on whos writing him/hj word count: 2k REMEMBER!! that there is a poll at the end to determine another ending!! we already did jeff, nina, and masky!

You reach your hand into the hat and pull out…

A scrap from a bandage. Unused, thankfully. Your eyes immediately snap up between both of the Jacks, either of them could have put it in- both wearing wrappings in at least one place on their bodies. Eyeless Jack lazily pushes himself to his feet before Jeff can even make a move towards him to yank him to his feet. The act of defiance seemed to tick the burned man off, who seemed way too eager to start manhandling people for the sake of ushering them down the hallway. 

Jack took a few steps away to the hallway, and when he didn’t hear you following after him he jerked his head- an invitation or demand for you to follow-

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” He muttered lowly, and he couldn’t sound anymore uninterested. 

With a slight dip of your head in acknowledgement- which you quickly realized he couldn’t see thanks to his back being towards you- you caught up with him with far too many eyes following your every movement. 

“Fuckin’ buzzkill,” You heard Jeff mutter as he walked to the opening of the hall and called out after you. “Seven minutes as soon as the door shuts!” 

Neither of you say anything.

Jack opened the door to the closet and stepped inside. You followed, the two of you still remaining silent even after you shut the door behind you. Jack walks to the back wall of the space, and leans against the wall. In the dim lighting, you can see him folding his arms over his chest. You lean against the door. 

The quiet continues for the next ten or so seconds, eating into the several minutes you were given alone with the man… creature… monster… demon…

You weren’t sure exactly what he was if you were being honest. 

But the point still stood, the air was thick with awkwardness and you didn’t know how to cut through it. 

“So…” You begin, but he doesn’t give you any response.

“You don’t seem like you wanted to play this game,” You added after a second to give Jack the chance to change his mind on his silence. “How come you put in the bandage?”

“Nina put it in,” He nearly growled. He took a moment to soften his voice. “I didn’t want to…” You can basically hear him shifting his jaw around behind his mask, “come down and… party… It was her idea, said it would be good to spend some time with everyone…” 

That sounded like her, in fact she had been pushy in asking you to come down and join everyone else downstairs for the night. 

You only hum, and look anywhere else but Jack. He was one of the most reclusive of all the people living here, perhaps Masky or Slenderman were close competition. Jack hardly left his room, and when he did you never caught him. He ate his meals in his room, or at least that’s what you thought the noises coming from the otherside of his door were. You couldn’t lie, you were shocked when you saw him downstairs tonight. 

Nina must have done… one hell of a job convincing him… unless she forcefully dragged him from his room. 

Your eyes darted to Jack’s claws, to which he immediately hid them by hiding them in his crossed arms. 

“Why not just leave the closet? I mean… well,” You start, the air still being nearly unbearable. Talking did nothing to ease the tension.

“It’s not like we’re going to kiss, unless you want that-” 

You snap your jaws shut and look down at your feet. Why did you say that? Why didn’t you hate those words as much as you felt you should? Why didn’t the idea seem so bad?

Would it be that bad?

“You wouldn’t like it, I taste horrible,” He said under his breath. He said something else, but you could hardly catch it as it slipped past his teeth… what kind of teeth did he have? You heard about the things he’s used them for… surely they’d be sharp?

You bat the thought away before it had the chance to shift into something else. 

“Why? Does your breath stink?” You tease.

Jack simply stares towards you, mask rendering him unreadable. 

“Tar?”

“Tar.” He said curtly. 

“Well I’m sure it doesn’t taste that bad, besides doesn’t it only drip from your eyes? I don’t think I’ve noticed it coming from the…” You point to your chin.

 “No, but sometimes it gets smeared around, what doesn’t leave the mask,” 

You offer a hum and press your palms against the door and push yourself off of it. You take a small step towards Jack, followed by another. As you closed the distance Jack made no move to keep you away. 

“Is that the only reason it’s not a good idea to kiss you?” You tilt your head to the side. Jack growled lowly in his chest… but it didn’t sound… hostile… 

“You’d risk getting bitten,” He said- this time the tone of his voice felt… different…

The tar mention seemed to be said casually, but this…

“I could be into that you don’t know if I’m not,” You joke, but he shakes his head. “You know I eat people, right? Do you really want a kiss from me?” 

You pause, and genuinely think about it. 

“I think Nina’s mentioned that you do it because you physically can’t eat anything else, and that you mostly target shitty people or something? At least when you can “help it”, whatever that means… Actually compared to the others here,” You start to go on a small tangent. He wasn’t the only person eating humans here, you could probably list at least two other people who at least snack on it. 

“Can’t lie and say the thought hasn’t at least crossed my mind, honestly if you’re down with sharing-” 

Jack cuts you off in a voice that reminds you of a bark. 

“I don’t want to eat- I don’t want to eat you!” He spits out, and finally leaves his position from the wall. 

Angry, exasperated, with… what you could only describe as an undertone of guilt, he takes a long hissing breath between his teeth. 

“Do you think I wanted this?” He huffed. “Do you think I wanted to leave my life behind and skip out- disown- ignore-” He struggles to find the word. “There’s so much I want to do that I can’t because I risk losing it and attacking anyone around me, do you know how much danger you’re in right now?”

You frown, and look away from him. This was such a large departure from the Jack that you were talking to just a minute or two ago- you had touched a tough topic, and continued to push it. 

You vaguely recall more details that Nina had told you in passing about her friend, and connected them with Jack’s outburst. 

“I don’t want to eat you,” repeats in your mind for a moment as everything seems to click. 

Did he mean you as in… generally… or you as in you? 

“If my teeth so much as nick you so many bad things could happen,” 

He had still been going on while you were thinking.

And you’re struck with an idea. 

“What if we kiss without…” You lift your hands together and mesh the fingers together. “You know?” 

The suggestion catches Jack off guard and he falls quiet. His breathing was deep and rough under his mask, it wasn’t loud but it was noticeable. It vaguely reminded you of an animal. 

You wondered if Jack thought the same about himself.

“You’re still on the kissing thing?” He asks, and he sounds much… less worked up, more confused than anything. 

You nod and smile up at him. “I mean, I’m okay not getting one if you aren’t interested- won’t let it hurt my ego, buuuuut…” You wink at him. “Humor my curiosity? Even if it’s not on the mouth?” 

He sighs, but he leans in closer to you. “Were you intending to kiss my mask?” He asked. 

“No, actually, I had another plan,” You smile. You wave your hand to motion for him to give you your space back. 

You close that hand into a fist and bring it to your mouth, and gently press your lips to it. Jack watched silently as you kissed your hand.  

“See? Like that, you go on and give it a try- hand skin is harder to break than mouth skin right?”

You weren’t entirely sure of that, but even if you were wrong Jack didn’t make a comment. The black sockets of his mask peer straight into you- eyes or not, he knew how to look at someone in a way that made the hairs on their body stand on end.

He reached a gray hand to his mask and pushed it up just enough to reveal his mouth. Just as you had thought, he has sharp teeth instead of… normal people teeth… 

“You didn’t need to take the mask off,”

“It’s not off,” He corrected. 

He wasn’t wrong, and you weren’t going to ruin the moment by arguing with him on specifics. You raise your fist closer to him and stopped a few inches away from his lips. To your surprise he gently clasped his hands around your hand and brought it closer. Each movement was careful and feather light, being extremely mindful of the blackened claws at the tips of his fingers. 

He hesitates for just a moment before he finally presses his lips to your skin.

And he was cold. Freezing, actually. All of him was cold, now that you were now more than aware of how his hands cupped you. His mouth feels awkward in how he pressed them to you, as if he didn’t know how to form them together or how much pressure to apply. You were tempted to ask if kissing was one of the things he had to leave behind but decided to keep silent out of fear that it would undo everything. 

It all only lasts a second before he’s returning your fist to you.

He didn’t break your skin- neither by claw nor by teeth. 

You offer him a smile. He pulls his mask down before you can see if he returned it. 

“See, that-” 

The door of the closet is swung open and light floods over the two of you. 

You hadn’t heard Jeff calling that time was almost up, or did he just not call it out? Regardless, you’re caught off guard while Jack remains completely unphased. 

“Alright, both of you- out-” Jeff scrapes his eyes over the two of you.

“Didn’t even do anything, huh? What’s the point of…” He huffs. Jeff leans in to you as you step out. “You know you can play multiple rounds, he thinks he’s above everyone. Shame that you had your fun spoiled-”

You wave him off, quieting him. Jeff finally walks away down the hall to start the second round of the game.

You find Jack walking a few feet in front of him, already beelinging for the stairs- most definitely making his way back to his room. You speed up to catch up to him, you didn’t care about rejoining the game now. 

You both take the first step together.

“We can do that again sometime, if you want… help you you know… feel more…” 

“Secure? Is that the right word? No.. confident? No wait that makes you sound shy,” 

Jack stares down at you again. 

“It’s your body you’re putting at risk,” He said softly, but it almost sounded… lighthearted. Or at least as much as he can get given his circumstances. You grin at the back of his head as he continues forward.

“Why not start now?” 

He falters on the step, face glued forward. 

It’s a long pause before he does anything, and when he does he simply jerks his head for you to follow.

Just as he had done when you drew his item.

[smeowchi]

Helllllo! Don't mind silly Simple man asking you to ramble abt your fav AU that you created, wanna hear it<3

BOY HOWDY DO I HAVE SOME AUS FOR YA

Or, well, one is more of a story? Kinda? Set between seasons 1 & 2

Either way I love both of em so I’m gonna talk about both of em! ;3c (Below a cut because there’s gonna be. a lot.)

Okay, so first off, we have what I’ve decided to finally name properly (totally not just thought up a cool name as I’m typing this, haha, what, nooo..)

Re: Chipped!

It’s a lot of what I’ve posted about in terms of AUs, and what I’ve gotten built up the most out of the two of em. Essentially, on a very base level, it’s ‘haha what if PAMA didn’t fully leave Lukas and takes over his body again’

You can actually find the first chapter of it here! I’m still working on chapter two because life stuff has kicked me, but yknow! It’s something I adore a good bit, given I both adore angst and such, and Lukas is one of ,y favorites <3 (Sorry, buddy, you must suffer because I like you!)

Beyond just the basic ‘what if’ premise, though, it has a lot more detail. It’s not just the regular ‘oh, PAMA is back, people get chipped again/it gets policed’, nonono. Not only does PAMA study Lukas and learn how to fly under the Radar (quite literally, in one case, haha), but after Harper is called to deal with the situation.. PAMA gains a new directive. Not to mention the fact that PAMA is able to blend in a lot more easily, due to the ‘red eye’ thing.. not exactly being as prevalent anymore. Who knows what’ll happen if PAMA isn’t kept under lock and key. Especially once it remembers Redstonia or the portal hallway from Lukas’ memories..

In terms of my other (and actually proper) AU, Admin’s Pawns, here’s a blurb I typed up on a previous post!

“Have you ever wanted to see what would happen if Season 2 starred all the ‘villains’ from the portal hall arc? Well, now you can! Romeo’s picked up a new set of champions, enemies from Jesse’s past who have been specially trained to catch them off guard and attempt to defeat them. Cassie (+ Winslow <3), Aiden, Hadrian, Mevia, and even a few extra familiar faces make an appearance, as the Admin’s army grows to give Beacontown’s hero an adventure they’ll never forget.. for better, or worse.”

It’s also something I’ve been writing here and there, and will post on AO3 at some point! ;3c

There, alas, isn’t much to share story-wise, given it’s not fully fleshed out, but I can share some character details! Although Romeo had to fight tooth and nail to get the group together in the first place, especially given his powers don’t work as well when not in the ‘base world’. When gathering those who were through the portal hallway, he was much weaker. But boy, oh boy, would it be worth it.

Aiden was trained as a sort of guard. Relying on strength alone whilst fighting, and being able to give blows while tanking some himself, he wields an enchanted diamond claymore.

Cassie is much more stealth-based. She relies on being able to catch the enemy off guard. An assassin or rogue type, if you will. Using a hooded cloak, and a face mask reminiscent of her serial killer alter ego, she’s able to stick to the shadows. Popping out to swing one of her diamond axes through her target before using one of her handcrafted ender pearl throwing knives to teleport away again. (She also does keep Winslow with her at all times, not wanting to risk potentially losing him again.)

Hadrian and Mevia’s roles aren’t exactly solidified yet, unfortunately. But as of right now, they’re more advisors than anything. Not exactly fighting, but doing things behind the scenes. That, or you can also think of them as the equivalent to Statler and Waldorf from The Muppets. (/hj)

Amongst their living quarters, however, there seems to be.. a workshop of some sort. The group has been advised never to open the door, but they can hear the goings on within. Sometimes hearing voices, one of which ringing slight bells to only Aiden. The other, however, remains a mystery. Oh, well. Best to follow the boss’ orders, right?

Sorry, I know this is a lot to read, but if you have questions or wanna know more, feel free to ask!! I’d love to share more about my silly things <;3c (This goes for anyone btw, not just Simple!)

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

BNHA 428: This chapter made me annoyed and yet it was still somewhat better than I expected?

Himichako. I like it, it's a good ship- not one I'm crazy about, but the vision is compelling. I mean, the loved girl on hard times who admires honesty but represses her feelings + hunger motifs, and the formerly wealthy and rejected girl who's honest to herself but masks her sadness from others + drinking motifs? Being so similar at their core from selfishness, bleeding love, admiration and imitation? Yeah, why not, sign me up, it looks fun.

(plus Ochako needed a subplot that would shy away from Izuku because oh boi her writing is messy-)

Then the ending annoucement happened and I immediately went "oh no" when I remembered that tidbit. But. Yesterday, I remembered this page from 424, which in hindsight makes sense:

Shoto moving forward and choosing to not dwell on his past anymore, because he wants to know the man he wants to become alongside his family of choice.

Spinner feeling so much grief for Tomura inside his room, his extra Quirks add up to it. Further gut points as it was all because of AFO, but the wrong person is getting the blame.

Ochako looking lost and dissatisfied, not really saying anything about Himiko's status; then her hidden injury which left a scar that'll never go away, nothing can change that.

And then, well, a sky with a chance to fight for a "bright future". Which is the most ambiguous you can get for anything, really, sequel or not.

(sidenote: is it me or the panel where she's touching her stab wound looks like a tangent line?)

Okay so, I went into the chapter, with Pikahlua's translations. It was A Chapter alright-

If it wasn't the antepenultimate chapter, the "filler" would've been welcomed. But I guess it means we should focus on the smaller details, I guess? Like that 1st year saying Izuku filled him with courage and Izuku immediately thinking of Spinner's pain? Yeah he hates himself and that people call him a hero, when he considers himself a murderer, and will never forgive himself for failing Tenko, therapy for him and everyone in Class 2-A please- yeah it was a fun detail. Also the throb of hiding your pain of "defeating" someone you wanted to save but in the end everything is miserable but everyone else is happy and you don't wanna be a bother. Fun.

Also I wasn't the one to point the out, but looking at the uniform (U.A. uniform blazer for boys + the tie with a dot for girls), the student who's a Izuku fan is probably trans/gnc, which I appreciate a lot :D (Damn Izuku attracts so many queer people I wonder if that's a sign- /hj)

Also, I guess Class A stating "[Bakugou], Midoriya and Todoroki were at the heart of it all" then focusing on Ochako is good foreshadowing on how her own battle wasn't fully recorded? It's like saying in the end her fight didn't matter, but the other ones went "well", so she's trying (and slowly failing) to keep her sadness at bay because, well, everyone's happy, so who cares? Another "throb".

I thought since the Todoroki family issues are out in the open, didn't they record the whole thing? Then I re-read it, they only saw the family stopping Touya from exploding. So they didn't see Shoto trying to talk to Touya, which means none of the LoV were humanized. Fuck's sake.

After that, I get focusing on the first years and civilians wanting to help and all, but it feels like a repeat of everything seconds before Jakku, so I assume it's a way for them to pretend things are normal? But not-quite-quoting Katsuki (<- which I will point out for my sake is very much alive and well and- oh boi LFtR will kill me) and Edgeshot here because it made me smile:

"Will you...go back to the way you were?" "I plan to attain something greater than what I was originally!"

So, yeah I suppose he'll be fine eventually. (Best J. really loving Edgeshot even as a worm, honestly, goals)

Again with Izuku remembering saying "[He'll] bring it all back" and apologizing for "not keeping his promise" and others telling him to not blame himself and they can reconstruct as many times as it takes. Again, gave me a little smile, but not for long-

Finally, Ochako pretending things are fine. Hello there, Sports Festival/Provisional License!Ochako I missed you- /hj (I miss the dorms era in general, actually.)

So... *sigh* Full disclosure: I wasn't looking forward to Himichako as we were getting 5/10 pages for the "conclusions" in the previous two, I thought Ochako would be off about Himiko being depressed about the League. But since she's MIA, red flags are now red herrings, and it's better than the dead outcome. If Ochako got another person dying in her arms that'd just break her character.

A blood transfusion takes hours, she couldn't been doing that for more than 20min, if it was gonna kill anyone it'd be Ochako. Either Himiko ran away or got arrested, and Ochako feels guilty because she doesn't know if she's dead or not. Not great, but until I see a corpse she ain't dead. Besides: Touya, Shoto, Edgeshot, Katsuki, Toshinori, Ochako herself, all physically hurt unlike her, and yet they live.

And then we have Izuku showing up. I'm upset he used OFA embers for this, but eh, it's Izuku, do I expect anything else?

Rolling with the assumption Himiko died (like our POV characters), Izuku would need to face his own failure in Ochako- Failed to save two people like she failed Himiko, but it'd be so. Empty. Ochako was true to herself, while Izuku gave nothing but "I want to save that crying kid" while fighting Tenko. The most they can do is bond with "failing" and "this isn't what we fought for". This is not really a moment where he can be a shoulder to cry on, it'd come across as hypocritical /neg.

The only way it could make sense it without being shallow on Mr. Control = Repress Your Heart's part (as he didn't open up to the two people who died in "his watch") is Ochako telling how Himiko loved yet seeing him repressing this part of his is idiotic? She likes people who are true to themselves, which Izuku hasn't been for ages, leading to him realizing something. I thought it'd be through a DvsK3 but. I'll take it, two chapters left, I just want his thoughts (and for them to talk but that can happen in the last one).

They only recorded Shoto stopping Touya from being a suicidal bomb, Ochako floating a bunch of Twice!Himiko clones and Izuku entering a coccon, popping out armless, getting them back, punching Tenko to death. The "I want to save [them]" wasn't registered, it makes sense they're (well, Izuku and Ochako mostly) weirded out about this, dissatisfied like most readers are (sidenote: why when it comes to the trio either Ochako or Shoto get sidelined? So much could tie their stories together and yet-)

It's still a tough pill. I'm not a villain stan, just wondering if those fights were for nothing- the humanity of Tenko and Himiko? Can't be proved for anyone else, since they weren't recorded.

And I don't know if anyone saw the same thing, but those "city lights" look like the bubbles from Ochako's awakening, maybe we'll get a Blackwhip or Entrance Exam callback? Maybe it's what the tagline meant by "hidden feelings", since she unlocked it to reach Himiko and doesn't think anyone would understand why. I hope it's just a nice visual though.

If Himiko is truly dead though... You know, I headcannoned the characters were telling the story through confessionals/recordings to register it to the world so they'd learn from that, but I guess the interviews Aizawa was talking about seemed more likely, which. Well it's something, but I thought it'd be everyone instead of just Class A. Idk. The idea the LoV didn't change anything, or that they did change things but don't get to see it, is bitter.

So uh. Yeah, those are my thoughts. I'm not sure how to feel about it, on one hand I want Izuku to finally open up but on the other, it feels like it'll be at Himiko and Ochako's expense by involving him in something that's theirs now. And there's a chance we'll get the "nothing is fine" from Ochako- god I'm fearing the discourse next week already :DDDD

... Man, and this is a bad timing to be in the fandom, considering the LFtR episode airs this Saturday (which will be yesterday by the time this post goes up and I'll be crying about that instead-), so uh. Yeah, this fandom will be emotionally devastated for two reasons XD

Okay, so I'll try ending this on a more optimistic note: I think Himiko is alive, and Ochako just doesn't know it, which is why we're getting 0 confirmation and a breakdown. Izuku's confrontation with her can make or break this plot, but as long as 1) we acknowledge the emotional, different stakes between the Himichako fight and Tenko vs. Izuku one and 2) it doesn't end in a confession (and let's be real, it won't), then we're probably good (sadly, if you disregard the LoV status). I still think it's an ass pull for the camera battery to go out though.

But no matter how this goes: C'mon, two chapters left now, this one was wasted on the first years, smh, let this sequel hopium be a reality I wanna know who's the 425 guy, not the poor first year who's gonna replace Shindo Yo in fanfics- /hj

[ping-ski]

Hewwo!!! :3 I hope you are having an amazing day, here is a whole plate of cupcakes! Would it be possible for you to share a few lore details about your Eclipsed By You AU story? I keep looking at the designs and I am so curious about what will be happening, I would wish to nibble on tiny lore crumbs, pretty please?

ama!! hihi! ! i meant to answer your ask much sooner! anyways, since you asked so nicely (and because i am pathetically weak to any sweets </3) prepare for some SERIOUS yappage under that cut

✦ AuDHD demands that I explain EBY origins before any details but you can totally skip this if you want! (Scroll till you see blue text! :3) So... Eclipsed By You was intended to be au/fic just for myself after work when I first got into DCA. I literally was pantsing a self-insert fic from just gameplay, voicelines, and a collection of scenarios I wrote in my notes app before I actually interacted with the DCA fandom lol. I was already in the process of writing it to be a proper fic and planned to make an AO3 acc to post it! I took some time away from it tho cause I got busy irl. During my break I did start to interact more the fandom! The first proper DCA fic I read was 'Solar Lunacy' by BamSara a few months back as a recommendation from a mutual I had from another fandom. I had told them about my fic idea and they suggested I read the fic as my fic had reminded them of SL. After reading through, I was kind of bummed initially because I really didn't think I had anything unique to offer with my own fic that I was hoping to share. I stopped writing it cause damn comparison truly is the thief of joy. SL and EBY had similar ideas going on and I just didn't feel like it was worth posting my fic cause it didn't feel "special" to me anymore. It was easy to give up since writing is really not my strong suit at all, so then I fell back to just drawing! I only came back to it despite the 19 other DCA aus I have lined up rn cause honestly I remembered that wrote it for my own enjoyment! Why did that have to change? Albeit, I did scrap lots of what I initially wrote and started fresh cause my interpretation of DCA changed. Regardless, EBY was always going to be a self-indulgent DCA/Reader fic taking place at the Pizza Plex. Sure not anything original, but that's just a fact of being a creative in general tbh. I felt silly when I realized that haha. I'm having fun and they make me smile, so who cares if its been done before lol. I still enjoy Solar Lunacy and still am a fan of BamSara! (the cotl content has been fueling me lmao)

✦ Some bits on Eclipsed By You- The main part of your ask lol! ✿ On the au/fic name: I actually stole it from another au (of the many) I have. No particular reason for it! I was writing EBY and that au around the same time and alternated working on the two throughout the day. That au is now nameless (actually it's nicknamed "Messiah" as I type) cause EBY grew onto me for what it is now! ✿ On DCA's designs: This might be kind of disappointing lol but- there isn't much of a lore/plot reason for their designs? They just look that way cause... why not :3 It's also part of just how I interpret DCA into my artstyle. Otherwise, they can be interpreted as the canon designs early on! Atleast until some future upgrades! ✿ When in SB are we? Everywhere /hj. EBY will have some pre-virus and post-virus stuff just for funsies! I'm dying to yap but if I say anymore I will get carried away 100%. ✿ On EBY!Eclipse: For this au, Eclipse is his own "person" you could say. With his own AI and personality chip to pair! Carefully built to be a dedicated host and theater bot. He is, including Sun and Moon, the entertainment <3. They are a singular animatronic in this fic! (like those 3 in 1 soaps except it's DCA /j) ✿ On EBY!Y/N: (EBY is a reader-insert, but intended to be written as gender neutral and an adult.) Y/N gets their own bit of lore and issues that may or may not be the stress/frustration from my 2 irl jobs thinly veiled lmao. They work part-time at the Plex as a general theater staff member! Each week, their tasks rotating between concessions, being an usher, and working along side the theater bots! (Kind of like a theater tech.) This is a part-time job just to keep them afloat while they work on their last bit of certifications and training to be a caretaker! They are pretty passionate about helping those in need. A sweetheart honestly. Though, if you don't like kids, maybe look away. Wholesome moments with the littles and DCA + Y/N is pretty decent with kids themselves. (Lots of projection from my own experiences working with children and elderly, as a caregiver turned caretaker. I kind of want to highlight some of my experiences with Y/N.) ✿ On EBY!Sun and Moon: These two are goofballs alongside Eclipse through and through. They all get to be sweet, soft, and doting I promise. Originally, before scrapping a good chunk of the og writing, EBY had a beloved sweetheart anxous Sun and aggressive Moon who was kind of an asshole(Before the rewrite, EBY felt so different. Like everyone was just tolerating eachother and fragments being held together with glitter glue n' dreams. I am very very glad it's different now lol.) Eclipse stayed fairly consistent though. Sweet house husband that he is. Now, Sun is just as unhinged as Moon (making him just as much as a threat!), but we will persevere with the power of friendship <3 We're gonna have some aloof Sun moments. He takes his job pretty seriously! Some goofy Moon bits who's giggles are light and airy. He is very unserious I fear. They're both trying their best, in their own ways. There's not much I can say rn without spoiling haha. It's hard to stay vague hrm. Or atleast I can't think of anything specific to add right now. (I may be able to answer some specific questions if you have any, my brain is just foggy rn) ✿ I'm simplifying it down to your "typical pizza plex fic" with pre-virus and post-fire shenanigans. I'm sorry if none of that is telling I can't think of anything specific cause I'm pretty sleepy rn so maybe it's a little boring sounding but I love it anyways haha Expect some canon-typical violence and non-sexual intimacy! I have intentions on writing the relationship between Y/N and DCA ambiguous so it can be seen as queerplatonic or romantic. (But this could very easily changed, I'm a shameless robokisser sigh.)

[morning-sun-brah]

Here's few ideas (typing aggressively on my phone):

- Mafia AU where Leo (40s or 50s) is the boss while reader (30 or 40s or any age you want to put) is the secretary while begin a huge simp of their boss Leo.

- Rockstar AU: Reader begin a pop star, idol or a singer who isn't in the rock genre but they and Leo are doing a collab or singing battle against each other (Leo vs reader the winner is the one who's getting votes from the audience online).

- tactical AU as reader is a doctor who's working on making a kraang virus cure and F!Leo is protecting them because his teammate and family passed away because of this virus.

- F!Leo begin reader's neighbor and started living in the apartment next door after a nasty divorce. Reader could be a single mother who's pregnant with her child. The two are growing from neighbors to friends to slowly falling for each other (something wholesome and fluff as it comfort and healing from previous wounds).

*drop on my knees/hj* i hope you like them master/hj

I might be under the weather, but I have this in my back pocket...

So, once upon a time, @starrcrossrose and I worked on a Mafia AU (so if you like this, make sure you throw a thank you at her head like a grenade). I have... quite a few more snippets I can share of these two- if anyone is interested, and I am not opposed to writing the occasional ask for this if it fits into the story (i.e.; Leo goes into the bank and x-y-z happens).

Also, @snipersiniora; THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND THE PROMPTS. I'm keeping them all and I'll eyeball some of the other ones for ~later~. That said, the end game for this is exactly what your prompt was- the OC absolutely is supposed to end up as Leon's secretary/assistant.

Eventual smut, as an fyi, but nothing here other than set up. MINORS DNI, though! This is going to be shared in parts, and it will (eventually) be explicit. I should know, I've heard about a specific scene I've shared from the smut for ages, from friends who have seen it. (as an aside- I realize that Vivian is Julie coded, and that I've also used the name Vivian in a different fic. Shhhh....)

Gonna try out this whole sharing a fic on tumblr jazz. Definitely not nervous about it haha (a lie).

MAFIA AU UNDER THE CUT.

Summary; Leon has been in charge for a while now. Over a decade, actually. He's not really the same person anymore, not to the public and certainly not at a glance. He's... more. A mythos, almost. He's given a wide berth, talked about in hushed voices, and regarded with a healthy mix of fear and respect.

Too bad Vivian doesn't know who the fuck he is.

Marked mature for eventual smut. Ongoing. Leon x OC. OC uses she/her pronouns. Bank teller OC, Mafia Boss Leon. Aged up Ninja Turtles (an in, in their late 30's/pushing 40). Some violence and questionable activity on Leo's part. Where do you find your ride-or-die? In the bank, obviously. Don't like, don't read, you know the song and dance.

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“I can help you, big guy.” 

To say Leon hadn’t already noticed her would be a lie. The pale blonde of her hair, down and straightened with a few frayed ends. The big white smile she kept painted on her face. The way her laughter carried through the high walls of the bank and echoed throughout. When he’d gotten close enough in the line- refusing to cut even when it was offered (and it was offered more than once)- he’d heard the way she spoke to each individual person. It was different with each new customer. Sometimes she was calm and to the point- talking quickly and keeping conversations short with patrons who clearly had further things to do and no interest in chatting. With others, it was casual and teasing, repeat customers or someone who she’d decided she could easily chat with, who would be comfortable with mild silliness.

At first, Leon had waited there in line annoyed, grouchy, and exhausted. He’d had a long night of strategizing with Donatello, and he’d only gotten a few hours of sleep on his office couch before peeling open his eyes and crawling to the bathroom to freshen up. He’d changed into one of his spare suites, glaring at his prosthetic arm and deciding it was a weight he didn’t want to carry today (and never mind that Donnie had started nagging him to wear it more often). 

By eight am he was ready for a pot of coffee and a day of phone calls. But there had been no coffee in the pot at reception, and there had been no receptionist, either. 

One glance at his phone told him why- and he’d answered the call (he’d missed six others) with a groan of irritation.

“Robert’s in the hospital!”  

His secretary, Betty, had half sobbed the words, the fifty-something-year-old woman in a panic because her eighty-something-year-old husband had collapsed in the middle of coitus (which- Leon had always thought was the point of Betty marrying an older man- but her worry over the phone made him wonder if she actually cared for the geriatric she called her husband. That, or his last will in testament hadn’t been settled). 

Leon had told her not to worry, to take as much time as she needed. He’d also promised to complete her errands himself- insisting on it even when she offered to send her nephew in her stead. Leo had scoffed; the last thing he wanted was Betty’s nephew in his office, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Instead, he’d made a list, listening to Betty as she rattled off everything that needed to be done before five. 

It was errands. How hard could errands be?

The morning had been a shitshow. 

The dry cleaners just down the street had misplaced two of his suits, and the owner had kept him much too long to apologize- nearly in tears even after Leon had insisted it was fine (it wasn’t- those were tailored Armani suits and he needed them back, goddamnit). Then he’d rescheduled all his appointments for the day- which was a hard thing to do when the person you don’t want to talk to was the one you were calling. Most of the calls had devolved into business, no matter how hard he tried to insist he didn’t have the time, and Leon had ended up just texting the last three and hoping that it wouldn’t reflect poorly on his business- unable to tolerate another voice saying “hey, while I have you on the phone,” and keeping his ear longer than he wanted. 

Still no coffee, and it had been nearing ten in the morning. 

Leon had nabbed his driver, Otto, from where he lounged in the lobby- snapping his fingers as he stalked passed and hearing the younger man scramble to get to the car before him. He’d slipped into the back of the black Rolls Royce and ignored his stomach when it growled loudly, resolved to get the last of the tasks off his list by noon- and when it was all done he was going to treat himself to a Ruben the size of his face and a bottle of whiskey. 

They’d gone to Queens to drop off a delivery, and again he’d been held up by the owner of the laundromat- who had nearly pissed himself when Leon walked in. Leon never walked in. Not unless there was a problem.

By early afternoon the list was only a third of the way to being completed, and he still hadn’t had coffee.

So he waited in line at the bank, the Royce and young Otto idling at the curb- right in front of a fire hydrant, too, because there wasn’t a cop on patrol who didn’t know to keep moving. Depositing a check shouldn’t be overly hard… Though, the last time he’d done it was in his early twenties. He didn’t think it was customary to actually head into the bank and do it in person anymore. In fact, he was sure he’d seen a commercial or two, when he had time for television, that exalted the benefits of snapping a picture and having it all done within a few moments. 

If that was the case, though, Betty was the one who knew how to do it. She ran his life, practically, and with her husband in the hospital she wasn’t in any situation to explain it to him. Certainly he wasn’t going to call her. 

“Hey, Bett’s. I know your old man is in critical condition, but mind explaining how this shit works? Thanks, Doll.”

He might be an asshole- but he wasn’t a monster. … Depending on who you asked, anyway. 

So he’d been annoyed, standing head over shoulders taller than any human in the bank and ignoring the wide berth he was given, jaw ticking as the line sluggishly moved along, half tempted to take up the offers to cut the line and be done with it. But she’d caught his eye, and with nothing better to do he’d just watched her, watched the way she spoke, the way she moved. Took in the loose cotton of her sage green top that stretched over an ample chest, the glint of gold in her jewelry- large hoops that swayed in her ears and chunky rings on every other finger. The way her eyes hardly left her computer screen as her fingers flew over the keyboard. The way her lips would occasionally wrap around the lid of a paper coffee cup that was stained mauve from her lipstick. 

Fall colors, Mikey had taught him. She was wearing fall colors. He wondered if she matched everything to the season. He wondered how high-maintenance she was, how fussy. He wondered how long she’d spent in the bathroom before she came to work, how carefully she’d painted her face. 

Not that he was complaining. 

Maybe other men weren’t into the look she presented. Certainly, she wore makeup, dyed her hair, and wore a shirt a little too revealing. He could already tell she was loud, with the way her voice carried through the bank, could tell that she’d have no qualms reading someone to filth if they were rude to her. But Leo was already half-smitten with her, even before she called him “big guy.” 

That had just sealed the deal, honestly. That, and every single word that had left her mouth from then on. 

He walked to her raised counter, her greeting lingering in the air. The woman who stood behind Leon in line sucked in a sharp breath at the address, as though she were steeling herself for an onslaught of profanity, maybe even violence. Which made sense, really. People knew Leon. He had a reputation. Casualness was a no-no. Calling him anything other than ‘Sir,’ or ‘Mr. Hamato’ was a good way to find yourself in trouble. Maybe Leon should be offended that he instilled such fear, such caution, but as it had been that way for over a decade, he decided that he still enjoyed the reaction- no matter what it said about him. But the teller didn’t know him, didn’t recognize him, and all at once he knew he wasn’t going to correct her. 

“Whatcha got for me?” The blonde asked, pushing her large framed glasses up the bridge of her nose. It gave her a slutty librarian look, Leo would later think- not bothering to feel bad about the assessment. 

He peered at her name tag. “Hello, Vivian.”

For a moment, her eyes held confusion, then she blew out a loud, punctuated breath. 

“I forget I have this thing on, half the time,” she expelled, a high little laugh on her lips and her hand on her chest, fingers fiddling with the plastic pin. “I was about to ask how the hell you knew my name.”

Leon shook his head, a little tsking sound on his lips as though to assure he wasn’t some derelict. “Need to deposit a check.” 

“Well, let's see the deposit slip. Come on, come on,” she rushed, grinning at him so wide he wondered if her cheeks hurt. He skated the slip across the laminate counter, which he’d filled out when he first entered the bank, all hunched over and muttering in irritation (something that was lost in the wind, now). The check he kept in his palm, understanding directions when he was given them, holding onto it until she asked for its production. 

“You new to New York?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching her as she glanced at the slip he’d slid to her, her hands folded one on top of the other as she peered down at it.  

“What gave it away?”

“Your accent is very neutral.” 

“Is it? I guess it would be. You sound like you’ve lived here all your life.”

Leon gave an easy smile. “Midwest?” 

“Oh lord, are you a cop?”

“Hmm, not quite.” 

“Well, you got it right. Dead center of the Midwest. Iowa.” 

She still hadn’t picked up the bank slip, just eyed it with an arched brow, and she gave him an assessing gaze before asking, “How often do you make deposits, big man?”

God, he liked that. It fed his ego just the right way, having some pretty bank teller with long lashes and big doe-eyes calling him big man, big guy. Leon cocked his head to the side a bit, ignoring the little thrill that shot through him. “Why?” 

“I’m just wondering how much shit I need to give you for filling out a withdrawal slip, instead of a deposit.”

Leo bared his teeth in an apologetic cringe. “My secretary usually handles this,” he explained, nose all scrunched at the excuse. He sounded like an asshole, maybe, using the words my secretary, like he was incapable of doing anything on his own- coddled and babied.   

She cut him a look, glancing at him quickly as though to gauge his expression, his apology. Then her lips tipped into a paltry smile, her eyes rolling as she gave an exaggerated sigh.

“It’s alright,” she allowed, procuring the correct slip from a drawer, nails clicking over every surface as she moved. “I’ll fill it out… You know you can do all this over your phone, right? Just snap a picture of the check and move on with your day?” Then, with eyes that seemed to dance, she added, “Are you too old to know how to work the app?”

Leon raised a brow ridge (the audacity) and shook his head. 

“I’m old-school, not old.” 

She gave a non-committal hum, and Leo scoffed. 

“I’m not even forty!” He said in faux offense, heart jumping a little in his chest.

“The fact you said “I’m not even forty,” instead of “I’m in my thirties,” tells me exactly how close to being forty you are.”

At that, he barked a loud, surprised laugh. A laugh that took even himself by surprise. It had been… years, since someone talked to him like this. Decades, maybe. 

I was right. She doesn’t know who I am. She has no idea who I am…

“How long have you been here, Vivian?” He asked, amusement written all over his features, a light in his eyes that only his inner circle ever witnessed. 

“Oh, a couple months,” she answered from her bent forward position, using a blue ballpoint pen to handwrite his information on the correct bank slip. 

“You like it?”

She gave a little derisive snort of a laugh, then straightened to look over her shoulder. An older man with a Manager pin seemed to loom behind the counter, looking over her and Leon with a watchful gaze, and she said loudly, in a voice that carried, “I love it here!” 

She threw a cheery look at the slider and added, “This is honestly the best job I’ve ever had! I’ve only been here two months and I already feel like this is my second home, everyone here is so wonderful! It’s been such an amazing opportunity, and I love all the people and the atmosphere and-”

“He’s gone.”

“It’s awful,” she quickly transitioned, tone deadpan. “Are you kidding me? No one here is nice- except John,” she canted her chin to the man working the other window down the long counter- his long sandy blonde hair pulled back and gauges in his ears as he frowned at a harassed-looking woman who jabbered at him about late fees. “But he’s new too, so we’re in this together- like High School Musical.” 

Leon’s smile twisted higher at her honesty. “You’re telling me being a bank teller isn’t the American Dream?” 

Vivian snorted again. “Please. It is better than being in a secluded cubicle- at least I get to talk to people. But ugh, dealing with the public is terrible. No one wants to be at a bank, you know? It’s like the BMV. No one is happy to be here- and if you’re coming into the bank it’s usually because there is a problem. And then you get jokers who fill out all the wrong paperwork.”

She gave a belabored sigh before throwing him a wink, and Leo didn’t bother trying to smother his wide grin. 

“That must be terrible.” 

“It’s so terrible,” she agreed with a sage nod, crossing the ‘t’ in his last name with a flourish. “Alright, Mr. Fancy Pants, lemme see the check.”

Leo slid it to her with his thumb and didn't miss the way her eyes rounded just slightly before schooling into a neutral expression. 

“What’s that look?” He asked. 

“Just a lot of zeros,” she murmured casually.  

Like so many times now, since he’s entered the bank, Leon’s brow ridge raised high. “Are you allowed to comment on the amount someone is depositing?” he asked lightly. 

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Don’t start with me, big guy,” she began. “You’re the one who asked what the look was for.”

Leo chuckled and gave a half-shrug, “Not used to someone having such a terrible poker face.” 

She threw him a sour little scowl. “How dare you,” she quipped. “Just for that, I’m making you stand here longer.” 

Leon pressed his lips together, thought about his response, and then immediately unglued them. 

“I can live with that.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Views not so bad, at this window.”

Leon decided very quickly that, as pretty as she was, he liked the way she looked when she was blushing even more. It was a blotchy show of red and pink, from her cheeks all the way down her neck. He liked the little strangled hum she made, too, her eyes darting from his face to her computer screen, her whole body fidgeting. Nervous. Caught between preening and embarrassment, her hands twitching as though she’d like to hide her face in them. Either no one took the time to compliment her (unlikely), or she enjoyed it because it was him serving said adulation. 

She took a long sip of her coffee, clearing her throat as she did, and Leo eyed the cup and sighed loudly. Fuck. He still hadn’t had any coffee.

“What’s that about?” She asked, clearly trying to pivot without addressing what he’d said, her lips still over the lid of her cup. She wasn’t even looking at her computer screen, but one hand still tapped away on her keyboard. 

“Haven’t had coffee yet,” he admitted, some of the irritation from before, which had all fled the moment he’d looked at her, returning. “It’s been a long, long morning.” 

“I was wondering about those eye bags,” Vivian said with a smirk, laughing when he glared at her. She took another deliberately long sip of her coffee and smacked her lips. “Delicious,” she teased.

Leo shook his head. “I tell you I’m suffering and this is how you act? You’re a terrible person.” 

“Am I? And I was just about to offer you some…” 

Leo’s eyes widened, and he straightened from his leaned posture to reach out a hand. “Please,” he intoned, voice half beseeching, half in jest.

Vivian shook her head, amused, then did a double take. “Wait, really? What if I have cooties?” 

Leo scoffed. “What are you, five? I told you, I haven’t had any caffeine. I'm dying here.” He said it seriously, suddenly convinced that, with only a little pleading, he might get a taste. “Come on, sweetheart, I’ll bring you a cup if I ever have to come back into this hell hole.” 

The blush, which had begun to recede, flared back up the instant he uttered sweetheart. Still, Vivian passed him her cup after only a moment of deliberation- eyes dancing with amusement when he drank what was left in three large gulps- like some kind of parched animal. 

It was lukewarm and not nearly sweet enough- but as soon as the liquid hit his tongue, he felt more like himself. 

“What kind of man,” Vivian began with a breathy laugh, “drinks from the cup of a woman he doesn't know?” 

Leon gave a loud, pleased sigh, eyes closed and lips twitching. “The desperate kind,” he responded. 

“Yeah? Hope you don’t mind having my lipstick all over your mouth, either.” 

He looked down at the plastic lid, seeing immediately that her mauve lipstick stains were smeared across it. He gave her a toothy grin. “Is it my shade?”

“Of course it is.”

Without really thinking about what he was doing, Leo rubbed the back of his sleeve across his mouth, the white of his cuffs stained in an instant. 

“That’s a good way to get in trouble with the girlfriend,” Vivian remarked, taking the empty cup out of his hand and setting it to the side. 

“Lucky me, I don’t have one of those.” 

Leo didn’t miss the little upward tug of her lips, and a predatory glean filled in his eyes. He knew bait when he saw it- he was tempted to ask why she was fishing. Before he could say anything, though- deplorable flirting just on the tip of his tongue- Vivian gave a few loud final taps to her keyboard.

“You’re all set, Mr. Hamato,” she lilted. “Want a receipt?” Then, as though she heard her own question, added, “What am I saying of course you do. Otherwise, how will you know I didn’t skim a little off the top?”

“I wouldn’t even notice,” Leo said truthfully.

“Oh in that case.”

She printed his receipt and folded it, putting it in an envelope and sliding it across the counter. 

“Anything else, sir?” 

He was half tempted to have her tell her actually did want to make a withdrawal- just to keep talking to her. But his phone buzzed in his pocket, a reminder that someone else was counting on him, and he sighed. 

“Not a thing,” he said, all that irritation bleeding back into his body at the thought of walking away. 

“It’s been a pleasure,” she told him with a smile- a real one, too. One that reached her eyes, one that he returned, gray meeting green and holding for just a moment. “Or a nightmare, whichever you think is best.” 

Leo’s smile stretched across his face. “A pleasure, absolutely.” 

“You treated Mr. Hamato well, right?”

The question came from Vivan’s manager, William Taylor, and it had her pausing as she gathered her things at the end of the work day, her purse dangling from her shoulder, her hurried movements halted with a screech. That always happened when a superior had a question- one that was more an accusation than anything else.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Mr. Hamato,” he repeated, voice a little high, a little stressed. “Did he leave happy?” 

Vivian’s brow raised. Leonardo Hamato (and never mind that she’d remember his name, a flare of pink dusting her cheeks at the mention of him) had been inside the bank hours ago. It seemed a little odd to wait until they were closing to ask, especially if there had been a complaint. 

Had there been a complaint? Had her casual manner, which she’d thought he’d read as… charming, maybe, actually been ill-received? If that was the case, she needed to find the nearest manhole and swan dive right into it- just to escape the utter embarrassment she’d have for misreading the conversation. That, and she was definitely getting fired- no one but John even liked her (and sometimes she thought he only tolerated her).

“Uh… yeah? Yes. He left happy. He seemed happy, anyway.” She paused, bottom lip between her teeth, then added, “Did he call and complain about something…?”  

It was as though her answer was something that caused her manager great relief, because Mr. Taylor exhaled a whooshing of held breath. 

“No calls or complaints,” he replied, waving off her question. “But I wanted to be sure.” 

Before she could ask, he gave her a stern look- like a parent about to discipline their child for some perceived bad behavior. “If he comes in again, I want you to make sure he has everything he needs from us- that goes for both of you! Be nice. Accommodating. Whatever he wants, I mean it!” He barked the instruction to her co-worker, John, as well, and before Vivian could even give an affirmative he was leaving with a huff, office door slammed in his wake.

The moment it was shut, Vivian gave John a bewildered look. 

“What the fuck was that about?” 

John gave a large shrug, passive gaze conveying just how much he didn’t care. “I dunno, man. Maybe he’s a big client?” 

“Oh, he is. I saw all the zeros in his account.” Vivian glared at the closed door of the office Mr. Taylor had retreated to. “I’m always nice,” she muttered sourly. 

At that, John scoffed. “Are you?” 

“Oh fuck you! I’m so nice!” 

“You froze that lady's account the other day.”

“She called me a bimbo!”

John chuckled and shook his head. “Come on, I want a drink, and being here longer than I have to makes me depressed.”

She let it leave her mind, for a while. Let the words Mr. Taylor said to her float away as she and John played a few rounds of darts over beer and nachos- each of them refusing to talk about work when they were outside of it. Instead, they threatened to ping each other with darts and argued over the jukebox selections, and by the end of the night they giggled in a bathroom stall while using a Sharpie to add to the graffiti. Immature, maybe, but John seemed to bring out the worst in her, egging her on until she broke- hissing at her to “stop drawing the cocks so big, it’s more unsettling if they're flaccid.”

But later, in the relative quiet of her small apartment, Vivian thought about it, stewing over her manager's words as she drank down a glass of cold water and a handful of ibuprofen.

Mr. Hamato hadn’t complained, and that was a relief. She’d only been in New York City for just over two measly months, was only able to afford her questionably located apartment because of a payout she’d taken at her last job, back in Iowa, and she couldn’t afford to get fired. Not with how expensive everything was. 

God, everything was so expensive. Rent alone had her scraping to get by- even when she took a second job cleaning office buildings on the weekends. And never mind utilities and groceries and cab fare when she needed to get home from a night out with John. It left hardly any time at all to just enjoy herself, to enjoy this new lease on life. Her wings might be unclipped, but she hadn’t really been able to stretch them.

You always knew this was going to be hard. Moving to a new city, not knowing anyone. Suck it up. 

The pep talk was one she gave herself often. 

Still, Mr. Hamato hadn’t complained, and it was a relief. She might not love her job, might not even like it, but the bulk of what she earned came from the eight-to-five. She needed it, was lucky to have it, and teasing some good-looking mutant wasn’t worth the potential loss. 

So why had Mr. Taylor asked her about him? Why had he looked so worried, so nervous? Why had he seemed relieved when she’d said he’d left happy? And why oh why was he so special that she and John and everyone else who worked in the bank were told to be accommodating? Nice?

Not your circus, she thought to herself, frowning at her empty glass of water, head spinning a little from the cheap IPA still sloshing around in her stomach. Remember? Mind your business. Keep your head down. 

The thought wouldn’t leave, though. She stopped herself from searching his name on Google, showering as quickly as she could (the water heater afforded exactly three minutes of uninterrupted hot water), and crawled into bed with a loud yawn. She didn’t need to know, and she certainly didn’t need to care. He’d liked her, she thought. He’d liked the teasing, the banter. He’d flirted with her. 

Even under the covers, hours between herself and Leonardo telling her he liked the view, her cheeks blossomed pink. God, she needed to get laid, if that was all it took to get her worked up. 

Him being a literal fucking tank hadn’t hurt, though. Neither had the stormy gray eyes or the easy smile or the laugh lines. Which was stupid, probably. He looked tired and had a scar on his lip (and she shushed her mind when it tried to insist that those features made him hotter, somehow), and he exuded too much confidence. The kind of confidence that people only got when they weren’t used to being told no, she thought. He just screamed that he was the kind of man who didn’t know how to do anything but flirt, and she decided, too, that he must have a laundry list of bodies in and out of his bed. 

Be kind, you don’t know that.

Maybe not. But what she did know was that she hadn’t moved to New York just to get caught up in another man. Hell no. 

Still, Mr. Taylor’s words echoed in her mind as she drifted off to sleep, three alarms set for the morning so she wouldn’t miss her wake-up call.

Who the hell was Leonardo Hamato, that she had to tiptoe around him?

[sevensp]

HI HI HI!!! I LOVE YOUR WORKS, CAN I REQUEST THE BOYS REALISING THEY HAVE FEELINGS FOR READER AFTER REJECTING THEM??? IT'S UP TO YOU IF READER STILL HAS FEELINGS FOR THE BOYS OR NOT!!! thx:)

HELLO ANON!! TYY AND YOU'RE WELCOME!! <3 IM SORRY VWRY SORRY FOR POSTING THIS SO LATE I WAS VERY BUSY FOR THE PAST WEEKS AND I DIDNT HAVE ANY MOTIVATION 😿😭😭

"I like you too, im sorry if i was stupid to not know before."

Character/s: Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro × Reader

Cw: light angst (in rui's part), and that's pretty much all

Notes;

I got a little too worked up on rui's 😭😭

I changed my writing style (again) but i only do this kind of writing style whenever i do requests tho :3

Akito Shinonome

He's dumb. /Hj

"hey uh-..im sorry but im not interested into dating anyone."

You ofcourse already expected this and you only wanted to let this feeling out of you but that doesn't mean you already moved on for him.

After 2 weeks of his rejection, he was miserable he hates how he keeps looking at you're direction and whenever you caught him staring he swears that he felt his face getting warm.

He keeps denying that he has feelings for you despite his actions says it otherwise.

He's guilty from rejecting you, because why did he just now noticed that you're very kind and sweet ..

His gut keeps telling him to just suck it up and just confess to you he just hopes that you still have feelings for him.

"hey-..um [name], i like you for real alright.. it's fine if you already moved on i rea—" "i like you too."

He seriously didn't thinked that you still like him but he's glad because now he can just admire you more<3

Toya Aoyagi

He's genuinely confused on how someone even manage to like him. /srs

He's a quiet yet reserved boy quite dumb too..so ofcourse he's surprised.

"im sorry, but im currently not interested into having a relationship right now i apologize."

He's kinds of feel bad for rejecting you but he currently has no time for relationships for now :(

You being you don't mind it since you just want to let this out of you're chest.

It took quite a lot of time for him to finally realized his feelings for you.

He was a bit shy at first, you are beautiful and kind..but he got the courage to confess his feelings for you with the help of tsukasa.

"i deeply apologize for not thinking back but i like you if you dont feel the same way anymore it's fine."

You were shock but you accepted his confession, he was happy that you accepted his feelings back now he can finally kiss you<3

Tsukasa Tenma

Despite being loud he never expected that someone would actually have liking on him due to his reputation being a "weirdo".

He really appreciates that someone would like him but he doesn't quite knew you but he's heard of you before.

"haha! I knew it no one couldn't resist my charm!! But..i hate to break it to you but this future star have to decline..."

He truly didn't want to decline you but he just doesn't know much about you and he just decided to be friends with you.

Oh he just wish he can go back and accepted your feelings for him

He loves how you ramble about things, how you just look gorgeous, the way you talk..well everything about you he loves everything about you.

He was madly inlove with you, and yet it still took sometime for him to confess his feelings for you.

"[name] i like you it's alright if you don't have any feelings for me anymore..!!" "tsukasa you don't have to worry about it i still like- well love you."

Bros literally screaming and squealing in joy/hj

He's very happy and that's when the journey dating tsukasa starts<3

Rui Kamishiro

Now..rui is very much surprised that someone has a crush on him.

He was indeed bullied and called a "robot freak" or a "weirdo" on the past even still now.

And he knew nothing about you so he was very aware that you might be also like them.

"my apologies but i have no interests into dating or getting into a relationship."

He's happy that someone likes him but he isn't really sure since he doesn't want anyone to hurt him anymore.

But that soon changed when he started to get to know you more.

He was catching feelings but he was afraid that he might just end up breaking up his friendship with you since he probably thinks that you moved on.

Tsukasa, emu, nene and the wxs crew convinced him to confess his hidden feelings for you and he just hopes that he won't end up breaking up his friendship with you.

"..oh [name] you're just in time.. listen it's fine if you already moved on but im catching feelings for you, to put it in short i like you."

He expected a rejection but to his surprise his confession got accepted instead

Now the only thing he could hope is that he wishes that nothing will go wrong and just hopes that it stays peaceful and full of love.

[dollyboned]

how destiny's child emotion and killugon are post-separation parallels; a very, very long analysis i wrote in 2h

hi! im danaë, an autistic person which sp-in is psychology and hxh, mainly killugon. i spent two hours yesterday writing about this topic instead of sleeping so enjoy it lol

WARNING!! if you didn't notice THEY'RE LOVE INTERESTS. this text isn't killugon-free, im proud of it AND im blocking everyone that cries about them being only besties. respectfully, no. thank you. (also, english isn't my first language. sorry for any eventual spelling mistakes!)

right on the first verse we hear "it's over and done / but the heartache lives on the inside / and who are you clinging to instead of me tonight?". this could apply to both gon and killua.

gon & "and who are you clinging to instead of me tonight?". killua left with alluka, he has someone to care about and protect. he has company. gon isn't the type to be jealous of a little girl (really, people need to wake up about it. he isn't), but he IS the type to be sad about not being cared even if he denies it. he's a kid; every kid likes to feel protected.

but the thing is, killua isn't happy about it neither. even if he loves to protect alluka, it's different. he loves her, of course, but there's the lack of the warmth of being mutually cared because gon ALSO cared about his well-being (and im fighting everyone who says he didn't). im not saying alluka won't care for killua, but she'll care like a little sister does, not how someone that love you romantically does — and that's good because killua would NOT be able to make it if anyone tried to be the tiniest bit of what gon was when they parted ways.

and then comes this: "and where are you now? / now that I need you? / tears on my pillow / wherever you go, go". oh, dude. this is so killugon i feel ashamed of trying to explain to hxh community /hj

they both were constantly hurting from being away, even though this was the best for them at the time. they wanted each other to be near, wanted and needed, but they couldn't. there is this thin and fragile veil of deep sorrow that would make them get so attached to the other that would be more sickening than the sadness of losing their "other piece" for a while. it's more worth crying over memories than losing their mind from being deadly (metaphorically and literally) codependent.

this links to the next phrase: "i'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean". crying alone is more safe than being next to each other. they'll cry over memories, as i said, and they'll cry about distance and they'll cry over everything that could've been different. they'll find the other in their tears, the hugs will come out of the bittersweet sorrow they carry around, but they'll be separated. they can cry rivers that lead to a valley of what it was and what could've been, but it'll be all. the sadness won't make them be together again.

there comes killua part: "you'll never see me fall apart". he needs to be the big brother now. he need to be alluka's point of safety so he can assure their existence, and for this killua needs to be strong as a rock, he needs alluka to look at him and think she can trust him with anything. he's the big brother, isn't he? emotions about a past that doesn't belong to him anymore aren't going to help with surviving. but he does break silently, while he is trying to sleep ("tears on my pillow"), when something looks to much like a typically gon thing, when memories crawl in. he's just a fragile boy needing to use the super strong hero facade again.

the first part of the next verse is "in the words of a broken heart / it's just emotions taking me over / caught up in sorrow, lost in the song / but if you don't come back / come home to me, darling". this is suffering. both of them are heartbroken, left "alone" to face worlds they feel they don't belong to anymore, wanting their partner in crime to make things less insufferable. they remember the other on daily little things — a song, a quote, a smell. but killua never comes to visit and gon isn't able to do it either — there's no home left besides each other's hearts, and they live there rent-free even if it hurts like hell. memories hurt, the past is like glass and salt being poured into an open wound to later be mixed with alcohol, but they aren't able to say goodbye to it because saying goodbye to the pain is like saying goodbye to the last tangible thing they've from each other — ironically, the pain of being separated —, and the last thing they want is to say goodbye again so they hold it close to their hearts like a trophy.

but as if they're bargaining, here comes "don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight? / and don't you know there's nobody left in this world kiss goodnight?". there's people, but there's nothing of what they need. they need someone that knows how to make them feel safe, loved, safe — nor alluka or mito can do this for neither gon or killua the way they need it to be done. they try to, but they can't because the type of sadness they're carrying is exclusively from a love that never had a true end; they parted ways, but never stopped loving each other even if their trust was a little bit weaker, and carrying a love that is technically in open hurts so much that no one can try to mimic how it was. a tight hug from mito or alluka won't be the same of a silly headpat from killua or a bright smile from gon because isn't about the act but who's doing it.

and then we've the last verse before the music repeats itself, that i truly believe that wraps up everything in killugon's love story: "i'm there at your side / a part of all the things you are / but you got a part of someone else / you gotta go find your shining star".

gon wanted to find ging and be back at whale's island; killua had to protect alluka. they felt so much love, but they had other people in their lives too that needed to be looked over. even if their story is forever intertwined at some point, both of them are mix of a lot of people and have small amounts of them inside themselves. this is what makes it a tiny little bit easier to go through not having each other near: other people. the tiny pieces of every person they've ever met that created their personality and their new horizons are what eventually make them heal from all the suffering and sorrow and finally be able to reunite again, friendship strong and a love so healthy like a daisy that just blossomed.

they're forever in love. the distance and the sadness was necessary for them to see that things can be hard to handle alone, but they're never alone as they have other people that care for them deeply and are willing to see them fully happy — just as in emotion's music video. when they learn to be complete by themselves, they can multiply together and form a relationship that adds up, not that is dangerously subtracting their mental health. they deserve to love each other when they're ready. ♡

end of the analysis. thx for reading this bible i wrote in 2h lol

[bitchkay]

"Whatchu doin' wit all dat ass lemme touch it🍑"

CoD characters giving backshots😈 Pt. 1

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Sex headcanons/scenarios.

What else do you even know me for? I'm either writing sickly sweet fluff to the point of a toothache or the dirtiest raunchiest smut you ever read and if it's neither of those its outta pocket and unserious. How long's it been since I posted an actual list of headcanons so be grateful🙄✋🏽/hj

*random order*

First of all

Guy's a hair puller-- you did not hear that shit from me😶😶

Guy doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself I think he should do back to kindergarten--

Bro is banging you like BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH--

Watching the ripple of ya ass cheeks upon contact

The recoil on that thing😳

Guy is PRESSING your back into an arch like bro it can only go so far what you tryna do crack my spine--

Yes.

Guy is 100% blowing your back out like hes trying to break your back.

Don't even think about running from it cus that man is pulling you right back on the dick

If yall clapping cheeks but yall not clapping cheeks you not really clapping cheeks

You gripped the sheets below you until your knuckles turned white

Guy kneeled behind you, hands pressed firmly against the curve of your back as he fucked into you at a fixed pace. The sound of your sex echoed off the walls as your skin clapped together at a fast rythm. Your body bounced forward with every hard thrust of his hips; your surprised the headboard wasn't slamming against the wall

"Mmph--!! Slow- slow down!" You cried out throwing your head back.

This was entirely too much all at one time. Although you didn't expect anything less from Guy.

Your arms reached forward almost attempting to pull your body away unsure if craved more or had enough. Your attempt proved futile as Guy yanked you back onto him, gripping you one hand on your waist the other ankored on your shoulder.

"Come back here."

With your back in a deep arch he pulled you back into his thrusts as he tugged your body up, tipping your chin back to kiss your lips upside down with a gentleness that contradicted the rough assault on your pussy.

"Too... too much... can't take it.." your breathing laboured and your eyes glossy and wet. You can't count how many times you've cum already tonight.

"Yes you can. I know you can." Guy pecked your lips one more time before pining you to the bed picking up an unrelenting pace slamming into you with more energy than before.

You moaned loudly feeling that familiar feeling inside your pussy as you felt Guy pull and push inside you. The fat of your ass cheeks rippled upon contact, his balls slapping your clit; you felt so sensitive feeling every detail of Guys cock against your walls.

"You asked for this so take it."

Rio sees the curve of your back, the very arch of your spine

and his eyes roll back--

Bro thinks he died and went to heaven

Just the sight of you face down ass up he felt his cock twitch

Rio always seems to deal with this inner turmoil in his mind when you get intimate

"I wanna ruin them😳" "I wanna love them😚" "I don't wanna hurt them🥺" "But they're so sexy😳" "they deserve to be cherished🥰" "I wanna see them absolutely mindless with pleasure at my hand👁👁" "Stop, I need to be gentle with them😥" "I'm at my limit😶"

He's always torn between making sweet love to your body and fucking like mating rabbits

His brain short circuits when you throw it back on him.

What ever happens next is between him and god now, he's out

He apologizes in advance for what he's about to do and promises to give you a back massage and indulge in a warm bath when he's done cus he's about to be really fucking you now

You have the sexiest back he's ever seen.

Rio is so painfully hard at this point. The way your back arches beautifully and the way your plump ass cheeks bounce off his lower stomach as you grind on him needily. He's not thinking straight anymore.

He let you do your own thing for the last little while and fuck yourself on his cock. He couldn't get enough of you. Suddenly he found his hands on you ass cheeks kneading your thick flesh in his big hands.

"... Rio?"

"Forgive me."

"Forgive you? What are you apologizing for-- Mmm!!"

As if on cue you felt the full length of Rios dick roughly fuck into you. You felt it twitch inside you as it kissed your cervix, reaching your deepest spots.

"Ohh... fuck..." you gripped the sheets beneath you as you felt the familiar drag of his cock as he pulled out, thrusting back in with as much ferocity.

"Urg..." Rio hung his head, moaning out as he repeated the action, already loosing himself to the feeling. "Dear creator..."

You moaned as he tugged you back into his thrusts, your body squirming beneath him. Moaning his name as he fucked you, the lewd wet sound of your bodies clapping echoing off the walls.

"Oh my-- oh my god! Rio!" You moaned loudly wanting to bury you face in the pillows.

"Ah... oh... you're to- you're too good--!" Rio moaned fucking into you, your pussy gripped him like a vice, it was hard not to get addicted when you're always so warm, wet and... tight.

Your brain was turning to mush. You couldn't help but cum on his dick, your overstimulated body shuttering as Rio pushed you over the edge.

"Ah... that's... you're so pretty... so pretty when you finish..." Rios hands ran up and down your back softly as he sped up his pace. "More... need more"

Toa would much rather see your face but shit he like this😈

I feel like Toa like switching positions a bit

Like I said he would much rather look at your face but a little booty never hurt no one😋

Toa is one that's always holding you around your waist

Enjoying the hot drag of his cock between your folds before he needs to feel his skin against yours

He'd lean over you and pull you up so your back is against his chest, arm draped around your middle, the other anchored on the head board as he fucks you from behind

The skin to skin contact makes it 10× better

You both ignore the way sweat sticks to your skin as Toa kisses your shoulders praising your sweet body

Don't expect him to let up anytime soon

"Ahh..."

You moan hotly as Toa fills you up, your back flush to his chest. He hushes you as he kisses the side of your face, holding you around your middle reassuring you.

"Shh... you're doing so well pretty... so good..." Toa kisses your ear as he buries himself inside you, his pelvis flushed to your ass.

He thrusted in with such purpose if he wasn't holding you up you're sure you would've fallen face first into the pillows. Toa with one hand gripping the headboard, fucked into you kissing the back of your neck trailing kisses down your back as your moans rung throughout the room.

Good thing he used that soundproofing spell.

"Hah ahh... fuck... Toa, please..." your head hung as your back arched feeling a trail of drool rim your lips. You didn't even know what you were begging for but you know you need more of him.

"Yes..." Toa picked up your head with the arm that was wrapped around your middle, turning your head to kiss your lips, licking up the drool before it fell.

His pace increased; with your body now ankored from your chin your back arched deeper making him feel like he was in your stomach.

"Ah-! Oh my--!" One of your hands went up to cup his cheek pulling him to your lips needing to occupy your mouth muffling your moans.

Toa kissed you back, his tongue exploring your mouth groaning as he felt your pussy clench around the length of his cock.

"Mmm... that feel good?" He panted in your mouth, his arm going back around your waist pulling your body right up against him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Toa! Please... more.."

"More? How could I ever say no to you~♡"

This man is a freak.

Bro also dosen't know how to keep his hands to himself like they always on the move, like stay in one place boy!

Roy will truely make you crazy the way he has you like this

He's holding your waist, holding your hips, he's kneading the thick of your ass in his hands while he goes at it with you

Bro is holding your thighs too his hands are everywhere!!

If its permissible his hands are in your hair too and he's not opposed to tugging on it a little bit

wraps a hand around your neck to pull you back for a kiss--

Will hold you flush against his chest with one hand around your neck and the other on your clit while he coos in your ear--

He's gently pressing your back into an arch with one hand, holding and kneading one of your ass cheeks with the other while watching himself disappear inside you

And he's moaning too

Like bro is moaning

Saying shit like how good he feels, how good you feel, how pretty he thinks you are

Bro won't shut the fuck up💀

And he loves when you look back at him😩

But dont get it twisted you a freak too

"Ohhh~ right there baby~ right there~~"

You threw your head back, letting out a pornographic moan, your back arching as you moved your hips back against him.

"Mmm... creator..." Roy groaned as he felt you tighten arround him, his hands situated on the meat of your ass, pulling you back into him.

You felt heavenly, he could barely contain himself. Your pussy hugged his cock like a sleeve, pulling him back in every time he pulled back. You were so slippery... so warm... tight. Roy could drown.

"You feel so good Heartspell... taking me so well~"

He thrusted forward savoring your wetness as you dripped down his shaft, the wet clap of his hips meeting your ass sounded delightfully filthy as he sped up almost as if he was looking to peirce your heart with his sex.

"Oh~hh mmm... Roy... so good..." you slurred gripping the sheets below as your pressed back against him meeting his thrusts. Your delirious moans echoed throughout the room as your pussy made the most wet obscene noises.

"Oh you're so wet~ 'love me so much don't you?~" Roy caressed your thighs up and down as he lengthened his thrusts pulling almost all the way out before pushing to the hilt in a fluid motion.

"Ah-! Yes...! Yes, I love you so much! S'good to me..."

"Yes I am~ Winsome thing you are~"

His praises punctuated with a long deep thrust, shaking your body forward with each movement. It was hard to describe your pussy as anything if not soaking wet. You coated Roy's hard cock in your sticky translucent fluid making it easy to slip in and out of your lurid pussy.

"Oh... you're so good Heartspell~ I'm making you feel good?~" his eager thrusts grew erratic, holding your waist as he deep dicked you into the mattress.

In his pursuit his cock accidentally slipped out of your pussy, rubbing through your folds against your clit in attempt to slip back in inside dick dripping in your essence.

"Oops i--"

You reached back grabbing his dick as it slipped out stroking it as you teased your folds pushing it back in. You turned your head back, looking Roy in his golden yellow eyes blown out by lust as you fuck yourself back on him, slowly, almost teasingly.

"We're... we're not finished... I haven't gotten my fill of this dick yet...~

Oh you definitely have his heart under a spell alright.

Lynt can be insatiable sometimes however👀

Lynt will drive you CRAZY the way he stroking you

Lynt is truly making love to your body man

Slow purposeful strokes as he enjoys your body knowing your just aching beneath him

It's like you're both under a spell, stuck in a trance as you moan in sync

He's holding and kneading and touching on the thick softness of your ass cheeks while he do it

The way Lynt slowly thrusts is delicious, you're clawing at the sheets below you

This can go on for hours and you still can't get enough

"Mmm~ fuck!"

You gripped the pillow tightly, your brain turning to mush off of the slow drag of Lynts cock in your pussy. The man gripped the thick of your hips as he pushed into your pillowy wetness.

"You're so warm~..." Lynt sighed as he pulled you into his thrusts, your cunt fluttering around him. "So good~..."

It felt like he was going deeper each thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every drag. You wiggled your hips as you pushed back on him meeting his thrusts, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

"O-ohh~" Lynts hands moved from their place at you're hips, massaging your back and waist affectionately before going back, holding the sweet fat of your ass.

"Mmm!" You buried your face in the pillow arching your back further as you felt him twitch inside you.

Your cunt pulsed and convulsed hugging Lynts cock so nicely he couldn't help but moan. You left a wet sheen on his shaft, a white ring left at the base of his cock, the sight making him groan; proof he's making you feel good.

"Augh~ ... creator you're amazing~"

Don't let that pretty boy smile fool you this man is a demon!!

Dia is beating your back in.

Your face is buried in the pillows while the wet slap of your sex echos throughout the room

He loves the sound it makes, proof of the intensity of your fucking

Dia will lean over your back, one hand on your waist and kiss your back spewing a mixture of filthy words and praises all while hitting you from behind.

*moans loudly*

He's gently holding your back in it's pretty arch as he goes at you like he has no intention of stopping

Arms wrapped around you like he loves whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he fuck you from behind like youd done something to personally offend him.

Let's not forget hes handsy too

Kneeled behind you, Dia holds your hips steady as you ease back on him, impaling yourself on his cock.

"That's it... don't hurt yourself~" he caressed your waist and thighs as you pushed down all the way until your thighs were flush. "I'm fully inside lovesong~"

He kisses the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle letting his hands wonder your naked skin.

"Dia..." you sigh his name, calling out as his hands cup your breasts paying them attention

"Yes? Something wrong?" He says teasingly, knowing exactly what it is you want.

You move your hips, a needy whine leaving your lips at the stimulation. If the way your pussy gripped him was any indication, you were wildly horny.

"Why don't you tell me? Say it outloud." You're reactions fueled him, your embarrassed face was adorable to him.

"Give it to me... please move."

"So demanding~" he cooed "Not that I mind~"

Dia held you firmly by the waist looking down the curve of your back, his eyes moving towards the fat of your ass, one hand moving to grip it moving it around to watch the flesh jiggle around his palm.

"You needn't do a thing, lovesong♡. Hold fast for me."

Even with his warning fresh in your mind, nothing could've prepared your for the absolutely mind fuck that followed.

"Fuck! Ah--!"

One hard thrust sent you falling face first into the sheets a loud moan crawling up your throat. It felt like he had your g spot on a target hitting the bullseye with perfect aim. You instantly felt yourself get wetter and your moans increasingly growing in volume like his dick hit the shut off switch to your brain, reduced to your baser instincts.

"Ah! Ah! Mmmm..." you buried your face in the pillows, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

You writhed beneath him, unconsciously fucking back on him meeting his thrusts, moaning out profanities and moans of pleasure.

"Relax love... relax..." Dia caressed your back soothingly cooing sweet words in contrast with his hard pace.

"Mmmm... Dia..." you moaned out his name turning your head, wanting to see his face.

"Yes love song... you feeling good? You can tell me if it's too much," Dia leaned over, kissing your shoulder before kissing your cheek lovingly.

"More..." you whispered, whining as his pase slowed.

"More?"

"Need you... wanna be filled with you... with everything you have to give... keep going please~"

A fan favorite this one

Fenn also likes switching positions a bunch cus duh

But hes still gon beat your back in

He really feels like he can do whatever he wants like this

Like he can start banging you real rough, shoving your face into the pillows and you can't do nothing about it

Or he cann go at it real slow and sensual, massaging your back, shoulders and ass cheeks while praising you on your pretty arched back

If you tell him to stop he will in a heartbeat so he can and will go crazy if you let him

If you throw it back on him he'll freeze

You just threw him in a loop hold on let the man regain his composure

He'll let you do your thing like yes fuck him back

But even still hes still like👁👁

Gets a lil possessive when he deep in it lowkey

Eyes glued to your ass cheeks

Bro is in love💀

You lasted longer then when you're riding him that's for sure

"Yes... just like that treasure..."

Gripping the edge of the mattress you eased back on him moaning as he reached your deepest spots. Fenns dick curved just right to have you writhing beneath him almost wishing it can pierce you through.

"Mmh..." you ducked your head into the pillow muffling your sounds as you wriggled your bum desiring more friction.

Fenn caressed your sides, rubbing your back from your shoulder blades to the soft mounds of your ass. He was in a lovey mood today, and as much as he loves to see you're face as you fall apart, he couldn't deny he liked the view.

With a deep thrust forward Fenn watched as your ass bounced off his hips.

"Ah-!"

"So pretty... You're really pretty." Yup he was pussy whipped.

No, more than that, he was enamored with you and your tight cunt.

You fucked back on him meeting his thrusts, gripping the sheets as you both chased your climax

"Auhh... s'deep..." the curve of Fenns dick was so delicious you couldn't help but want more. With a slight leftward curve combined with him fucking you on an angle it left like he hit your g-spot with every thrust with pin point precision.

"You're so wet treasure... so nice and messy for me.~ Does it feel that good love?"

"Yes! God yes!"

First of all Lance eats your ass first

Licking it from the back strong grip on your thighs as you put it in his face

Gotta make sure you ready for him after all🥴🥴

*moans loudly*

One of his favorite positions😈

Especially when you get into it like😩

Fuck

He got his hands all over you, holding your waist as he pulls you back into his thrusts

Kneading your ass cheeks watching himself disappear inside you

Don't you dare hide your moans, he wants to hear you

Yeah moan extra loud just for him

He looses it when you fuck him back, the sound of cheeks clapping bouncing off the walls

Leans over to kiss your back spewing declarations of love before getting back to it

Banging your back in the way you deserve

Worshipping your backside as it should be

"Oh my god!"

With a tight grip on the edge of the bed you threw your head back, a loud moan flying out of your lips. Lance leaned over kissing your shoulders as he pulled you back into his thrusts.

His wild pace almost made it hard to breathe as your ass bounced off his lower abdomen. Both your bodies were slick with sweat as you fucked, the bed groaning under your weight.

"Yeah~ that's it~♡" Lance said through gritted teeth kneading the fat of your ass as he speared you on his cock enjoying the sight of you beneath him loosing your mind at his hand. A ring of white gathered at the base of his cock with every thrust, your thick fuck cream making this even more filthy.

"Mm mm mmm!!" You bit your lips moaning as you subconsciously fucked back against him chasing the pleasure. "Ahh!"

"So good~ moan more. I want to hear you."

"Ahh!" You nearly pulled the sheets off the bed in your iron grip tossing your head back again, your back in a perfect arch as you moan loudly, any regard for your volume thrown out the window. "Yes yes yes!!"

Lance leaned into your exposed shoulder again nibbling on the skin, not slowing his pace as the sound of your sex echoed off the walls.

"Mmm... always responding so beautifully to me~"

You could barely form a coherent reply. Using one hand to reach back, you grabbed around for him until you found his arm. Lance taking the hint curved his hand around yours, lacing your fingers together, then pinning your hands to the bed as he sped up his pace.

"Oh- oh fuck! Mmm!!" You squeezed his hand as your body nearly jumped forward, your free hand scratching the bed. "Lance~♡... I'm so... mmm shit... I'm so happy... keep loving me... keep loving me~♡"

"Oh love~...how you entice me... I'll give you what you want~♡"

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

[theghostbunnie]

*grabs you by the shoulders forcibly* tell me your Nerris hcs RIGHT NYEOW

AAAAA OK SO she's hinted to be Nonbinary I believe when juggling balls colored the same as the nb flag. So, that's like, cannon actually. (Even if this next part was for a joke they still decided to add in them saying "Well technically human female I prefer elfkin" and even if you jokingly make a character queer it still happened no take backsies! lmao.)

and Yes non-binary people can use she/her pronouns but I think she'd probably use she/they/elf (as in neopronouns) too!

•Nerris is definitely the type of kid that when you're playing pretend they'll bitch that you're not playing it right. It's just when it comes to what SHE'S into it has to be done "accurately" "properly" ect (aka the way elf wants it done) on "Nikki's last day on earth" she's all like nu uh you can't be the knight I am. now the princess runs and gives me a hug for saving her! Which was kinda

(🫵🤨 🏳️‍🌈⁉️)/hj

And she's friends with Nikki, too. She does a slightly similar thing telling Harrison he can't be a mage bc they are. Nerris the type to battle you over the player one controller fr.

Hot take all of her bad behavior is just from being an unchecked child and she'll grow out of most of it. I actually don't like the concept elf bullies Harrison bc she has a crush on him- (don't get me wrong this is 0 Nerrison hate I just don't like when they start from that.) I think she's actually jealous? Threatened of him maybe? Hear me out, before David had all their names remembered he was pulling a Cameron and grouping some together. Specifically only Nerris and Harrison. Nerris reacted childishly like children do and didn't take kindly to that and saw Harrison as immediate competition. (They even argue at one point about who's the most magical.) So that's why she targets him and treats him like a loser to keep him down and make herself feel higher.

It gives me the same vibe kids competing with each other academically rather than in sports bc once something is labeled as a team Nerris actually seems to do okay in it. So I think this is a behavior she learned way more in school, and why I HC her to be one of those honor student types who likes being recognized as the teacher's favorite.

I don't believe Nerris is even that deeply aware of the whys and how's of why they act like this. They just do things, man. Then do silly little flossing dances after.

They probably played movie star planet and all the other child website roleplaying games and started fantasy roleplaying groups on there which was probably difficult with all the family roleplays and wolf clans being a way more popular choice to pretend as. Elf needed something to do in the winter when it got too cold to larp outside !!!! They probably switch over to more writing based forms of roleplay as they got older.

In the show we actually see her playing a game called "Pixies and Pythons" or something instead of DND and there's like hot pixie women on the cover and I'm choosing to believe she DIDN'T bring that from home camp campbell just has offbrand EVERYTHING.

Both of her parents sew and they make all of their costumes for her and I like to think Nerris is very "navy blue starry wizard" aesthetic so they mostly stick to that. Her mom's supportive and will add anything she wants to it but her dad gets excited with hisown ideas and opinions too.

I think Nerris' gender exspression being neutral might've got them certain comments in school and why she specifically decided to make her character's title "Nerris the cute" and why often the first thing she aims against Harrison is his looks. (That, or, the "Nerris the cute" is a title her dad came up with for her before she could. Yes I'm saying this man brought the baby to larp in a carrier.)

Has a whooole collection of dice and she gives some to her friends when they come over but has to specifically pick out the ones she DOESN'T want anymore first.

Them and Harrison are Lord of the Rings VS Harry Potter. (It's possible to like things without supporting, liking, or agreeing with the creator of it. Nerris knows this...) Still calls him a transphobe whenever he brings the franchise up. Can't even defend himself bro they just go "is it bc I'm trans/j"

[igbylicious]

Glad you like the rambling because this has become a trend of me never being able to fit in the replies anymore T_T

aaaah I AM SO EXCITED!!! bound was already so so good (you're getting a separate ask all about it later). May your creative juices always be flowing and your brain kind enough to help you along <3 I wonder if you were ever inspired by the ateez lore itself to write for it. I feel like it's such a shame not more people do because it seems so interesting, but then again, it's complicated enough that it might seem like too much ig?

Thank you for digging that up. icb I MISSED IT T_T tumblr we have notifications on for a reason come onnnn but omg woosang babies <3 that's so woo, honestly.

Love that drunk san singing his heart out is canon in the whiway universe as well tbh. Jongho seems like such a fun drinking partner I can just see it (*ᴗ͈ ֊ ᴗ͈)ꕤ°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ALSO PLS TELL ME WE'RE GETTING SMTH WITH THE SYUNGI THREESOME (this is not about snail yungi) I will take anything—a separate drabble, a bulletpoint thingie, or even just a light teasing just in an upcoming chapter ozr.

Aww yuyu I will keep you in my prayers. *is an athiest*

I feel like only hongjoong got neglected now and that makes my ot8 heart sad so is he living the dream? is he getting woosan regular updates? also is it weird that I lowkey headcanon him as ace in whiway don't know why but my brain just decided on that randomly.

I'm glad the hiatus helped! I really admire you taking time for yourself when you're not feeling your best.

AW I’M GLAD YOU LIKED BOUND ASKJDASDKJ i look forward to hearing your thoughts!!! (♡°▽°♡)

ooohhhhhhhhh yeah no i don’t have anything inspired by the lore. which is weird tbh bc esp the whole Halateez deal should be right up my alley lol. meeting yourself from the future/a different dimension/whatever the heck is going on in their lore? hell yeah 👀 idk maybe one day i’ll come up w/ smth that’s inspired by specific elements, but not meant to be set in the canonical lore hehe. to take that on is a lil too daunting, yeah ^^;;

lol no you didn’t miss it! this wasn’t tumblr’s fault for once; it was a convo in the replies! there are a bunch of whiway tidbits scattered all over the place asdkjadsjk maybe after the main series is done i’ll see if i can gather it all up in one neat place ^^ (and the threesome is on my list of ‘things i might write after the fic is done’ ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *) )

aw ace HJ they’d be aro/ace besties :’) i do have it in my head that she and Joong have casually fucked out of boredom — but that can actually still track? 🤔 i know some asexuals have that type of ‘it’s just a fun way to pass the time’ relationship to sex (or you can ignore this info if you prefer to think of him as sex averse ♡(>ᴗ•) i don’t expect it to come up in the last two chapters, and anything i blabber outside the story is basically a glorified headcanon lol)

(as for Hongjoong neglect; there’s a lil moment in the upcoming chapter you might enjoy hehe (´꒳`)♡ )

hope you are doing well! (◕‿◕)♡

[asiadoesstuff]

Lore from the Recent Silly Livestream..

Calling all my Fandroid Theory Enthusiasts!!: @splat1987 @1dklikesthings @bluartist @pawsometoons @bugsinspace @killer-arcade @roseverdict @therealdragongirl12 @crossover-fraternity !!

You might be thinking: “Asia, this was just a Silly Livestream! What’s so Lore-Worthy about it?”

That’s where me, (a delusional person /hj), Comes in! Since I’m already quite insane in the membrane, (/ref) this should be either really good or really bad!

Anyways, onto some Info, and a little bit of Lore…

I’m going to be adding in only the Info Parts and Lore Parts, (and one Funny part), so I’ll skip over a lot of the Livestream).

So, for starters, Fandrew locked Fandroid in a Shower. Fandrew also said that he used Chains to lock the Shower. This might be funny, until you realise Fandroid isn’t waterproof.

(You can find the Clip of Fandrew saying that at the right start of the New Livestream.)

This was most probably “revenge” for being locked in the Box for 8 Weeks, (though Fandrew did the same thing to Fandroid before he was), or just because that’s Fandrew.

At one point, Fandrew ordered Chipotle???

I assumed he got it through the Fandrew-Shaped Hole in the wall.

Fandrew got a big Stalk of Corn, Chipotle Sauce, and a Giant Rock. 👍

Frogbot & Fandrew became friends! 🎉

Fandrew apparently used Melody as a Hula-Hoop once.

Frogbot can speak Spanish. 👀

That isn’t any Lore, but I thought it was funny, so I added it in this Post—

At one point, someone asks if they can marry 404, to which Fandrew replies that probably not, but will ask 404 nonetheless.

Either Fandrew can actually hold a face-to-face conversation with 404 without being torn apart, or Fandrew has no self-preservation skills.

At the end of the Livestream, Fandrew says he needs to leave, because “404 is running around the Facility, probably trying to look for BEEP-0 or a way out”.

Fandrew then continues to say that 404’s “long slender body can fit through the hole-”, and that 404 is probably looking for said hole. (That hole being the one Fandrew left.)

Fandrew ends with that he’s going to go distract 404, so he doesn’t find the Fandrew-Sized Hole and escape through it.

According to Fandrew: If 404 escapes, he’ll “take over the world”.

Fandrew then leaves, comes back to have a quick conversation with Frogbot & Melody, then leaves again.

Even though Fandrew’s Off-Screen, random “bye”s come from him at random points.

Fandrew comes back On-Screen, still saying “bye”, then says that they’ll have to end the Livestream otherwise he’ll keep saying “bye”.

Melody, Frogbot, & Fandrew end the Livestream.

You might think that was a Useless Read, but let me add something…

At random points in the Livestream, there was a random “Deep Voice”. It happened at least twice during the whole Livestream, but if anyone has anymore clips of it happening more that twice, then please tell me.

I assume that the “Deep Voice” was either from Frogbot or Fandrew, since the “Deep Voice” only happened when either one of them were speaking.

Here’s a Clip of both of the “Deep Voice” instances:

Thinking about it now, the first “Deep Voice” instance was most probably just Frogbot whispering, but the 2nd instance was definetly something else.

In a more plausible case, it was most probably Fandrew’s VA doing it for giggles, but I’m still writing this down just in case.

I can’t really think of anything else…

I kinda lost my Train of Thought over the 3-4 Days of me writing this, Sorry… It’s most probably because it’s almost Tuesday Midnight, and I don’t have my thoughts as collected… Sorry—

Anyways: If you have any more Info, make sure to leave it in a Reblog, or in the Notes! 😄

See you in the Next Fandroid Lore Post! 😊👋

[hatredmadeofgold]

Unfortunately not a new chapter but a current status update (same text as in the link):

Sorry, this isn’t Chapter 7 yet, but a status update and I will NOT abandon this don’t worry

Hey hello, Pulsar here. No worries, this fic not going on hiatus, I just felt bad that there’s radio silence and no new chapter update yet. Also, I had no idea how to reach many of my readers in any other way because my username until a few weeks ago didn’t match my handle anywhere else, but I’ll be linking to my social media at the end of this message.

I can assure you though, I will never abandon this project. My therapist pointed out to me that writing this helps me a lot with my own mental health and recovery, so basically, I must write this as if my life depends on it. /hj And honestly, I noticed that as well after he pointed it out, and recovery is my number one priority in life anyway, so. Hope that’s reassuring enough for you guys that this fic will be finished in full, including all the additional stories, even if it takes 5 years or longer than that. I am one of those people who stick to the same main interest/fandom for a decade.

Anyway, let’s get to the actual status update:

I absolutely underestimated how much work it takes to finish the script, originally I wanted to continue writing when the script for Arc 1 is finished but hahaha that’s unfortunately not how that’s going to work out and I hate having to make people wait for ages (I am not that patient myself), but I wanted to be transparent about the current writing process 😊

Chapter 7 will come out still this month (June 2023), and I am very sure that I can guarantee that. But I recently discovered that I misinterpreted some aspects of MGR itself while watching the Japanese dub out of curiosity, and I am not satisfied anymore with the 2nd version of my script as I already said when I published Chapter 6, which the first 4 chapters were based on. Hence, I will have to edit (almost) all of them, but thankfully it’s really minor changes and additions as well as some formatting, and none of these changes affects the story so far. But if you want to, you can read them again from the beginning once Chapter 7 goes online. I will delete this announcement then and move some of the info here to the author comment section at the end of Chapter 7. With the addition of the prequel I Come With Knives, Sam got an entire backstory now that did not exist in the 2nd version of the script and it affects the story very positively. It makes it a lot more complex, a lot more consistent and a lot more enjoyable for me to write and (hopefully) also a lot more enjoyable for you guys to read. The downside is, that with the 3rd version of the script, all the additional stories also came and the ‘lore’ of Sing to Me became very fucking massive – I am not joking when I say this is nearly as complex as the Solid series – and that makes the development of the script a little more ‘difficult’. I am not a perfectionist, but my brain is only satisfied when things make sense. I have 29 script files at this point and they will become even more (but at least it’s very organised). Not that I cannot handle it, but at this point I have a small development team who help me with research and discussing ideas, giving me feedback etc. I am just a tiny bit insane about this project but in the best way possible (One of my mutuals even joked that I am a fusion of Hideo Kojima and Rohan Kishibe when it comes to being an author lmao). Honestly, another reason I decided to rework my script is also the fact that it focused too much on Raiden and too little on Sam in the first and second versions. And I think there’s enough focus on Raiden already everywhere else (not that that’s a bad thing), but Sam deserves as much attention as Raiden does – and during the 3rd script development I was sometimes scared that it would now be imbalanced in the other direction, where the focus lies too much on Sam lol. But thankfully that didn’t happen, it’s pretty 50-50. Also, I am sure that even 75 chapters won’t come close to how long this fic will be, like, at this point I believe 100-125 chapters is more realistic but who the fuck knows. I know this is insane. I am enjoying every bit of it <3

Long story short, the two paragraphs above explain why I couldn’t get back to my insane writing speed from January in which I legit wrote 5 chapters in a single month yet. But hopefully, I might get that speed back as soon as I finished the preparations that need to be done for me to continue. However, I’ll also go back to vocational school sometime around August and I’ll have to see how I manage my studies and writing together. Also, dragonfly1212 asked me a while ago that due to the amount of research that I am doing for this story if I would share it eventually, and he’s got a point. My plan is to probably make a tumblr side blog where I will share all the lore over time, as well as reference sheets, character information, inspiration, etc. Drawings I commissioned as well as ‘fanart’, playlists, and fic updates. With the amount of detail and complexity this fic project has, a ‘wiki’ certainly would help I guess lol. Since it’s unrealistic for me to finish the entire Arc 1 script as fast as I’d like to, I will do this in smaller steps instead. As for now, I have nearly finished the fine-tuned scripts for Chapter 7 until Chapter 13, which will finalise the first smaller arc of Arc 1 :D Chapter 13 is probably going to be my next favourite one to write after Chapters 5 and 6, but the fine-tuned script for it is already 8 pages long and it doesn’t make sense to split it up because it would kill the tension if I were to do that. I hope that it will NOT be extremely long, but I am afraid I will have to ‘assault’ you guys with a chapter that’s going to be over 10k words long. Oh well, please don’t hate me. With Chapter 13 this fic will also officially move its rating from Mature to Explicit. If you’re somebody who does not like to read sexually explicit scenes though, I already decided that chapters with such scenes, first of all, will not solely consist of that alone, and secondly, I will also give a marking/note in the top author comment above such chapters where it starts and where it ends, so you can CTRL/Cmd + F and skip over those. I am not sure yet how, but I might use symbols for that as well, so it’s easier to skip, especially for those of you who prefer to read on mobile devices (I am one of those people myself). Also, it’s unlikely that there will be a lot of such scenes in this story anyway, at least in proportion to the length. I care a little bit more about the plot and the drama hahaha.

Community Discord Y/N? Additionally, I’ve been asked now by 3 different people if there’s a discord server about this fic. I didn’t think people would be so curious or interested in my creative work that people would ask if there’s a server lmao but honestly? If there’s enough interest, then I might make one – and please give me feedback if you’d be interested in joining such a community. In the case I might make a discord server though, it would not be exclusively about Samuraiden, Metal Gear or any ship or fandom in particular, and not just Sing to Me, although the main focus would still be on this project. I thought, if anything, it would be a small creative exchange between artists and authors or just people who enjoy reading this story and want to talk to me about it or others as well. This server then would also have an additional corner for you to share your own creative work, be that art, writing, or any other form of artistic expression, and it doesn’t have to be fandom-specific or fanwork at all, it can be original as well. I thought that I may also use such a server to help and support other authors and artists, and maybe give feedback on other people’s stuff when I have the time and energy to do so. Additionally, I could use that server to give updates on the progress of the fic overall, which is a lot better than inappropriately using AO3 like I am doing it right now. This will be the only time I will make an announcement like this anyway.

I’ve otherwise made such announcements already on my social media accounts before, but I haven’t had them linked in my AO3 profile until recently either. You can find me here: Twitter: R3DR4G3dotEXE tumblr: R3DR4G3 Instagram: R3DR4G3.exe Carrd: R3DR4G3 Discord ID: R3DR4G3#3952 (Yes, if you read my fic of course you can add me, I’d love to chat!) Anyway! Thanks for reading, I am sorry that this isn’t Chapter 7 yet and I hope to see you guys soon! ;^;

[beetleskeleton]

@cosmicbucket @pinksparklelps

Hey besties

Is it alright if I kinda rant to ya’s about what the Uberbots and P03 content was like back in my day? Specifically about this particular au my friend did of them. 

Well I’m going to do it anyway so sit down and enjoy a story from your old man./lh/hj

 Okay, so they made this au of the uberbots and P03 being a DID system (dissociative identity disorder) called the system!p03 au. I requested this au a lot because I really liked it and I found it really comforting. I’m going to be writing the names the way they did, so if you have a different name for them don’t yell at me.  

P03/Poe was the system host. The one who took charge in the system and fronted the most. He was responsible for keeping the system stable while leading the system altars, with some help from the gate keeper on occasion. P03′s personality was still the one we know and love now. A smug asshole but if you got close enough to him, it would mostly just turn insults into playful banter. 

Archivist/Ark was the system gate keeper. She made sure that every altar in the system was stable and was one of the more leading figures in the system besides P03. She had more of an older sister role in the system than anything. In terms of personality, she was actually quite flirtatious with everyone she met. Whether her relationship with someone was romantic or platonic, she would playfully flirt with them unless they tell her not to.  

The Photographer/Lee was an emotional holder in the system. It held anger as its designated emotion, this is so the rest of the system isn’t effected by that specific emotion as much. Lee hated the fact that it held anger in the system and used activities such as gardening to help sooth it. The other emotional holder was always a calming influence on Lee in the headspace and they both spent a lot of time in silence, just enjoying each others company.

The Unfinished Boss/Vellum was the other emotional holder. Vel’s emotion was anxiety, and it haunted Vel to no end. The troubling discovery of the OLD_DATA and other anxieties weighed down on Vel, and this made it hard for the bot to navigate Vel’s way through Vel’s troublesome thoughts and fears. Vel did like to draw though, as well as make collages out of (mostly) Lee’s photos.  

G0lly is the former system host, now co-host. She does basically what the host does but only if the host can’t do their regular duties at that moment cause you know, stuff happens and there’s not much you can do about it. She’s still the excited G0lly we all know and love, but underneath that happy facade is someone who’s just worn out to bone, still processing her emotions from being removed as the host. 

In terms of all of this, like we do now with the giant bot war where we have a different status with each bot, same thing here except it was partially the system as a whole. My relationship in status with the system in the system!p03 au was in fact a romantic one, and I still think of it as such even though my friend can’t really write about it anymore. 

   The way relationships, namely romantic, work with systems is that if you are dating the system as a whole then the altars will all consider you their partner. However, if you are dating a singular altar, then the others will not see you as their partner, but more so a friend or whatever relationship you have with them.  

I definitely miss the way things were, and I really wish I could just go back to May of 2022, where things honestly were at their best. But that also means that I wouldn’t have met you two, so I’m fine with being where I am. Everything changes after all, and I’m happy to continue forward to see what changes happen in the fandom.