#this just turned into a whole vent huh lol

[4nyangnyangz]

“just one time, right?” 👗

synopsis: after a disastrous date and wearing a revealing dress that you regret wearing soon enough, you storm home to vent to your roommate, Beomgyu. the one person you can always count on to listen, or so you thought. when you catch him very obviously not listening (and very clearly staring), your usual banter with him takes a sharp turn into dangerous territory. one teasing comment leads to another, and suddenly, you're making a deal you never even imagined—with a boy that you swore was strictly off-limits. no strings. it's just one night, it'll be fine, right?

pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader

tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, consent discussed but with blurred emotional boundaries (not dubious, just emotionally messy lol), slight angst idk, roommates with LOTS of tension, grinding, dry humping, p in v but no actual intercourse!!

wordcount: 3.3k

PART 2 POSTED HERE!!

fic below the cut!!

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You slammed the apartment door a little harder than you meant to, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shoes kicked off, purse discarded, you didn’t bother with the usual routine. No makeup removal, no changing into pajamas, no mulling over texts. Just headed straight to Beomgyu’s room.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re angry, because you’re sad, or maybe because you’re feeling both at once, but you just don’t bother knocking anymore. You open the door and go straight for his bed, plopping yourself down dramatically, face-first into the pillow, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been steeped in every bad date you’d ever had.

He doesn’t seem to mind your sudden presence; in fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge it. The click of buttons, the occasional shout from his game friends, and Beomgyu’s lazy laughter surrounded his room.

You stay there quietly, waiting for him to finish his game. This wasn't the first time he was going to hear about your dates that ended up really badly. 

You stared at his ceiling. It had a weird crack that looked like a lopsided cat. You didn’t know why you always noticed that. Maybe because this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in his room after some kind of disaster.

After a few minutes, you hear him say his goodbyes before he takes his headphones off and finally acknowledges your presence.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he said into his mic. “Emergency roommate depression. Yeah, again. Later.”

The click of his headset hitting the desk was immediately followed by the sound of him turning in his chair.

“So? How was the date?”

It’s a simple question, but you already know the answer, and so does he.

“Guess,” you mumble as you lay on your side and rest your head on one of your arms.

“I don’t even have to guess at this point.” he says, and even without looking at him, you can sense that he already knows the answer.

You sigh before sitting up and turning to face him.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers.“It’s always the same thing. I meet a guy, I like him, we agree to go on a date, I get all dressed up, and then…”

“…And then?” he asks as he leans back in his gaming chair.

“….He doesn’t show up. Or he’s just an asshole.” you finish before sighing once again.

“Asshole, huh?” he asks, and you don’t miss the hint of anger in his voice.“What did he do?”

“Oh, you know? The usual. Acted like a complete dick to me the whole night,” you say, and even though you don’t look at him, you could sense him clenching his jaw.

“Y/N, I've probably said this a hundred times by now, but you deserve better.” he says, but before he can continue, you cut him off.

“I know, I know. I just don’t understand why I keep getting these shitty dates,” you say with a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.

“Maybe it’s because you keep agreeing to go on dates with anyone who asks,” he suggests, and you can’t help but glare at him.“You should be more careful about who you go on a date with.”

“Gee, thanks for the tip.” you say sarcastically, and you could only hear him sigh.

You were still in that damn dress—the one your friend swore would make you look “irresistibly hot” even if it showed a little too much for a first date. At the time, you let her talk you into it. Now, after hours of forced small talk and red flags wrapped in cologne, you just felt exposed.

You lay sprawled across Beomgyu’s bed, on your stomach, elbows planted firmly into the mattress, chin resting in your hands as you recounted every painful second of your disaster date.

“And then—then—he told me he doesn’t believe in therapy. Like, what the hell does that even mean?”

You huffed dramatically, too wrapped up in your rant to notice the way Beomgyu's eyes had slowly drifted south. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and you glanced up that you caught him—not zoning out, but straight up staring.

His eyes lingered shamelessly on the way your dress dipped when you leaned forward. You were so caught up in your little rant that you didn’t even notice him staring at your tits until you stopped talking and looked at him. 

“Beomgyu,” you call as you sit up and face him once again.“Were you even listening?”

“I was.” he replied a beat too late, voice smooth but unconvincing.

You narrowed your eyes.“I’m pouring my heart out, and you’re just—ogling me?”

“I swear I was listening, I'm sorry.” he says as he stands up and begins walking towards you.“But hey, I could make you feel better, if you’d like.” 

You rolled your eyes.“You wish.”

But he kept walking toward you, deliberate and slow, and the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted, like he wasn’t just teasing anymore—sent your heart into overdrive.

“Beomgyu, what are you—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he stopped right in front of you.

“Come on,” he said, voice low and inviting.“Let me help you forget that shitty excuse of a date.”

You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. For a second, your brain stopped functioning.

This was Beomgyu. Your roommate. Your friend. Your confidant.

And yet, something in the way he was looking at you now made you wonder if you’d been blind this entire time.

“Uh, Beomgyu,” You stepped back with a nervous laugh, your heart doing weird things in your chest.“...What the fuck?”

He just shrugged, casual as ever. “You didn’t say no.”

You gaped at him.“Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?”

“What do you think?” he said, deadpan. And annoyingly enough, it was working—because even as you glared at him, your thoughts were already spiraling. You had never really let yourself think of him like that before, but now?

Now, it was like someone had turned the lights on.

Tall, confident, annoyingly attractive—and that smirk. God, that smirk could ruin you.

You hesitated, war with yourself clear in your eyes. And then, recklessly, you gave in. As stupid as it sounds, you let him do what he wants.

On one condition, though. He’s not allowed to penetrate you.

“Okay,” you say finally, voice quiet but sure. “But I'm not letting you put your dick inside me. Like, no actual sex, no penetration.”

Beomgyu blinked once, then let out a soft, amused laugh.“So I can do anything else… just not that?”

“Pretty much.” you said, trying not to sound as breathless as you felt.

He tilted his head, giving you a slow, delicious smile.

“Deal.”  

And then he leaned in, one hand reaching to cradle your jaw as his lips finally found yours—warm, deliberate, and nothing like you expected.

You close your eyes and kiss him back, letting out a small moan when you feel his tongue push its way inside your mouth. You kiss him back eagerly, matching his movements as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him, making you sit up on the edge of the bed, and you do willingly. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.

He runs his hands up and down your sides before stopping at your breasts. He cups them and begins squeezing them gently, and you moan into the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as he continues to play with your tits over your dress.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you as he continues to grope your tits.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against your neck.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

You let out a breathy moan as you feel him plant kisses all over your neck.

“Always?” you ask breathlessly, and you feel him nod against your neck.

“I always thought you were attractive,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you.“I just didn't have the balls to tell you, and I regret that.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything before?” you ask, and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“I didn’t think you’d reciprocate,” he whispers before biting your neck, making you moan in pleasure.

“That feels good,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair.“More, please.”

He obeys immediately and begins sucking on your neck as he continues to play with your breasts over your dress. You let out a moan as you hold onto him tightly.

You feel him push you until you’re lying on his bed once again, and he doesn’t waste any time pulling the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare chest to him.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he stares at your tits hungrily.“Your tits are so nice.”

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other one. You throw your head back in pleasure as you run a hand through his soft hair.

He continues to lavish attention on your tits, sucking, nibbling, and licking them, and you let out a moan each time his teeth graze over your nipple.

“Beomgyu!” you call out breathlessly as you pull him closer to your chest. 

He continues his assault on your tits as he grinds his erection against your leg, and you pull him even closer. You can feel his erection straining against his pants, and it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s hard for you.

“Please,” you moan as you grip his hair tightly.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks as he pulls away from sucking your tits to look at you.

“Please, Beomgyu,” you beg.“Take this off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you breathe out as you look at him pleadingly.“Please.”

“Okay,” he says before standing up and pulling you with him.

You stand in front of him as he undresses you. You look up at him as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down and pushes it down your body, letting it pool at your feet.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out as he stares at you, eyes filled with need.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss once again. You moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you as you kiss him eagerly. He runs his hands all over your body before stopping at your ass. He squeezes your ass cheeks, causing you to moan into the kiss. 

“Yeah? You like that?” he asks as he smirks against your lips.

“Mhm...” you hum, and he squeezes your ass once again, earning another moan from you.

He chuckles before pulling away completely. You look at him confused as he stands up in front of you, his hard cock straining against his pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you ask when you see him start to unbuckle his belt.

“Trust me,” he says as he pulls his belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor.“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You nod, hesitant at first but choosing to trust his words, and he proceeds to pull his pants down before pulling his boxers down with them. His hard cock springs free, and your eyes widen at the size of it. You never expected him to be this big.

You look back at him, and he smirks once again as he grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed once more. He takes his cock in one hand and gives it a few pumps as he stares at you before aligning himself at your entrance.

“Can I do this at least?” he asks, and you nod your head almost frantically. The anticipation is driving you crazy.

He positions his hard length on top of the wet spot on your panties that he caused and begins rubbing himself against your clothed core. He groans as he feels your wetness, and you let out a small whimper as you feel him.

“You’re so wet, Y/N,” he groans as he picks up the pace.“Is this all for me?”

“Yes, I need you.” you moan as you spread your legs wider and tilt your hips up to meet him.

The friction feels too good, and you gasp as you tighten your grip on his arms.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, and he smirks at you as he quickens his pace.“Yes, just like that...”

He continues to rub himself against you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him better access.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again as he continues to grind his cock against you. You moan against his lips and pull him closer as you feel him grind his cock against your clit.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, and you hold onto him tighter as you grind against him, matching his pace eagerly. He moans against your lips and kisses you deeper as he grinds against you faster.

You feel him groan against your lips as he pushes your panties aside and positions himself at your slit. You feel his cock slip between your folds, and you realize that he’s not wearing a condom.

You pull away from the kiss and look at him with a mixture of want and confusion in your eyes. He smirks above you as his gaze lingers, waiting.

“Wait, Beomgyu—” you gasp as he begins moving against you. The direct contact is driving you crazy, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent thought.

“Relax, I won't put it in. I promise.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moan and throw your head back to allow him better access.“Just wanted to feel you better...”

He grinds his hips against you faster, and the feeling of his bare, hard cock rubbing against your throbbing pussy is too much. The friction against your clit is driving you insane, and you don’t think you can last much longer.

“Fuck, Beomgyu—I’m gonna—” you try to warn him, but it comes out as a jumbled mess.“I can’t—”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, as he grinds his hips harder against you. The feeling of him on top of you and the friction he’s causing is driving you closer and closer to the edge. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to an orgasm with just dry humping alone.

“Beomgyu!” you call out to him as you dig your nails into his arms.“Please—I—”

He smirks, locking eyes with you before he leans down to press his lips against yours. He kisses you deeply and passionately as you continue to grind against each other, chasing your releases.

You pull away to breathe, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. He continues to grind against you, and you buck your hips up to meet him halfway. You grip his arms tighter as you feel your orgasm building up.

You let out a loud cry as you reach your peak, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Beomgyu doesn’t stop grinding against you as he chases his own release. You ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You feel him stutter against you as he reaches his own release, his cum spurting out and painting your thighs white. You moan at the feeling and look down to see him covering you with his release. He continues grinding against you, riding out his release until he’s completely spent.

When he’s finished, he pulls away and lets go of your waist, allowing you to lean back on his bed. You both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breaths. You cover your face with your hands as you try to hide your embarrassment. You can’t believe what just happened.

You just dry humped your friend. Your roommate. The person that you tell all your problems to. And yet, you didn't want to admit that you needed more.

“Are you okay?” you hear Beomgyu’s voice, and you look up to see him looking at you with concern. You nod and try to smile.

“I’m fine,” you say and try to laugh it off. 

He laughs softly and sits on the bed beside you. He runs a hand through your hair gently, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle. You try to ignore the way something curls in your stomach afterwards.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly.“We’ll just keep this between us.”

You nod and look up at him. You’re about to say something when his voice suddenly drops.

“Next time, though,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.“I’m not going to hold back.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he's implying.

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. He just chuckles and shrugs.

“I'm telling you that I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum if you’d let me.”

The words send a jolt through you—your stomach flips, your breath hitches, and suddenly you're way too aware of how little space there is between you.

You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at his smug face before he can notice the flush creeping up your neck. He dodges it easily, the pillow landing harmlessly on the floor.

“You wish,” you snap, already scrambling for your clothes, needing something to focus on that isn't the way his voice made your legs feel weak.

“This was a one-time thing, Beomgyu,” you add quickly, like saying it out loud might make it true.“It’s not happening again.”

He watches you in that maddeningly calm way of his, like he knows you’re lying before you even do. The smirk on his face is infuriating—warm and slow, like honey dripping from a secret you shouldn’t want to hear.

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he replies easily. “Just saying, if one time ever starts to feel like it's not enough... you know where I sleep.”

Your heart stutters, your brain scrambling for a comeback that doesn’t sound like a confession. You roll your eyes instead—hard—and force yourself to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. It’s just his ego. His game. His way of teasing you.

You won’t fall for it again.

“Good night.” you mutter, refusing to look at him as you head to the door.

“Good night, Y/N.” he echoes behind you, softer this time. It sounded sincere.

You close the door gently behind you, but you don’t move. Not right away.

Your fingers hover over the doorknob. Your forehead rests against the wood. And for just a second, you let yourself replay it—the way he looked at you, touched you, told you he wanted you like it was everything to him. The way you melted under his touch, never crossing your boundaries, even though you secretly wanted him to.

You bite your lip, shake your head, and push off the door.

No.

Nuh-uh.

You’re not doing this again. Definitely not.

.....at least, that's what you told yourself.

But you would be lying if you said you weren't already thinking about what next time might feel like.

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[ttalgi]

missent letters pt.2

wanderer x gn! reader

part 1 || part 2

tags/cw: academic rivals to lovers, some cursing, mc is: a Vahumana student in the Akademiya, roommates with Alhaitham and Kaveh, and a pyro vision holder.

a/n: I finally finished the book a year later (lol) which made me want to make a part 2! Also, please don't mind any ooc or wrong plot details...it's been a while since I've actually played genshin.

wc: 2.1k

“It would do your remaining few brain cells some good to stop banging your head against the table. Plus this table was expensive. I can’t have the wood scratched already.”

You stop mid head bang to send Alhaitham an incredulous look. “Please!” you plead. “Have some sympathy for me at least once in your life. My life is over.” You slump your body across the living room bench.

Without missing a beat, he replies, ”I let you live here, don’t I?” Alhaitham turns to Kaveh with a raised eyebrow, “Care to fill me in on their latest tantrum?”

“It’s not a tantrum—!”

“Long story short, they asked me to send out some envelopes for them because of their busy schedule, so I told them to leave whatever they needed sent on top of their desk. Among the envelopes was one for Hat Guy, which apparently they didn’t want me to deliver.” He takes another bite of the shawarma wrap that Alhaitham brought home for dinner. 

Kaveh turns to look at your defeated form. “If you didn’t mean to send Hat Guy the letters, why were they mixed up with the other envelopes in the first place? What’s the big deal about those letters anyway?” he asks while chewing.

You perk up your head to look at him. “Huh? You didn’t read them?” you ask.

“You see, unlike some”—he sends Alhaitham a pointed look—”people, I have basic human decency.”

“Again, I let you guys live here—”

“Basically, everytime I feel anger or annoyance towards him, I just vent about it on paper pretending that he’s the recipient. Then I just stuff everything in the same envelope because it’s easy storage that way.”

“Wait!” Kaveh interrupts. “Just how many letters have you written about him? That envelope was like an inch thick. It even cost me extra postage!”

“...What can I say? I have lots of vendettas against him,” you shrug.

Alhaitham interposes, “I don’t think I understand. What’s the big deal? So what if you told him exactly how you feel about him? I didn’t take you for being a people pleaser.”

“This is why people think you’re such a machine at times, Alhaitham!” Kaveh throws his arms up in frustration. “Some people actually care about how they present themselves to others.”

“Actually!” You interject before another one of their infamous arguments breaks out full throttle. “Alhaitham’s kind of right. I did write exactly how I feel about him, and that’s the thing. I wrote everything that I felt about him..” you trail off.

Kaveh lets out a dramatic gasp. “No way! You finally confessed your feelings for him in those letters?!”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it confessing. I just talked about how I think his eyes are kinda dreamy despite being cold at times and that he has a really pretty face and that”—you almost give yourself whiplash turning in his direction—”Wait, finally? What do you mean finally? There’s no way you could have known about my minuscule crush on Hat Guy!”

“Anyone with eyes and ears could tell that you have some romantic attraction towards him,” Kaveh sighs while shaking his head before gesturing to Alhaitham. “Even this guy is aware of it.”

“You two do know that I’m not socially inept, correct?”

Deciding to ignore Alhaitham, you slump back against the bench. “I’m doomed.”

You pop up with an idea. “Wait! Do you guys think Tighnari needs any more forest rangers? I can take a break until this whole thing tides over and just help him over at Avidya Forest—”

Alhaitham quenched your wishful thinking. “Knowing how substandard you are with your vision, you’d accidentally set the forest on fire.”

You stumble back as if an arrow pierced through your body. You mumble out, “Must you always humble me.” You turn to Kaveh with hopeful eyes.

“I thought I'd never say this, but I agree with Alhaitham. You trying to help Tighnari in the forest would do more harm than good. Plus, you'd end up a victim to his lectures again. Remember that one time you—”

Feeling your body riddling with piercing wounds, you slump against the bench once more. “Yeah, I’m doomed.” 

//

It's been five days since Kaveh accidentally sent out the envelope meant for Hat Guy and you aren’t sure how much longer you have until the letters would be in his possession. Unless they already were... 

If you were blessed by the Archons, then maybe the envelope was lost or better yet damaged beyond repair in delivery, but alas, you know better. The mail system in Sumeru City is known for its attentiveness, especially since many important Akademiya-based deliveries are sent and received daily.

You haven't seen Hat Guy around much these days, especially considering the fact that you’ve been actively avoiding him. Mandatory lectures that you both share? You now sit close to the exit, far from him. The library that you guys are known to basically reside in? You begged Alhaitham to let you study in his office instead, promising that you’d do his portion of the house chores for the next two weeks.

Deciding to go home early out of your own volition (Alhaitham kicked you out because of an important meeting), you carefully tread the halls of the Akademiya making sure to peek around each corner before continuing. As you start to believe that you're finally in the clear, you hear someone behind you clearing their throat. Taking a look down at the shadows decorating the floor, you see the silhouette of the man that you have been avoiding for your own peace of mind.

"How much longer are you going to rat around the Akademiya for? It's not like you can avoid me forever, you know."

Feeling offended by his choice of words, you abruptly turn around to tell him off; however, the sudden close proximity of your faces has you taking a step back. If you hadn’t been paying attention to his face, you would have thought that he was unaffected by the action, but the slight widening of his eyes before returning back to normal has you knowing otherwise.

You give Hat Guy a pointed glare. Wanting to defend yourself against his statement, you open your mouth to retaliate but the sight of the familiar envelope in his hand causes you to simply shut your mouth and grimace instead. 

As he notices your actions, Hat Guy lets an annoying smirk grace his face. "Come on, say what you were going to say. We both know that you have a lot to say to me," he says while lazily waving the envelope around.

To try and play this in your favor, you start to act nonchalant. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘avoiding you’. Also, what’s with the envelope? Never seen it before in my life.”

Hat Guy raises a brow. “What’s with this sudden stupid, chill guy persona? Anyways, it seems like you need a reminder. Not surprising considering our perspective rankings,” he subtly gloats.

“You little—”

”Let's see,”—he opens up the envelope and starts to smooth out the bottommost letter—”Maybe reading some of these letters will help jog your memory.” He makes a grand gesture of pretending to clear his throat before reading, and you can’t help but to cover your face with your hands to try and protect yourself from the upcoming embarrassing retelling.

“Again! Again, you received a higher score on an assigned research essay. It’s only been 2 months and 11 days since you’ve been enrolled into the Vahumana Darshan, so how is it that you’re the apparent “All-Knowing” about Time-Sensitive Commodities? Who do you think you are? The new Sumeru archon of wisdom? Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t be disrespecting our Lesser Lord Kusanali by comparing you to her—” he pauses and his eyes hurriedly shift to gauge your reaction. If anything, he should be thankful. If you hadn’t been so focused on not looking at him, you would have seen the crease in his brows mid-reading.

Hat Guy recomposes himself before continuing to read. “For Archon's sake. What’s more frustrating is your subtle boasting towards me. How could such a shitty personality even emit from a pretty face like yours? Though, I’ll begrudgingly admit that I actually look forward to these interactions that I have with you.”

“ST—!”

A coy smirk fills his face. “Oh? Why so embarrassed? Do you know these letters after all?”

“N-no…I was just clearing my throat.” At this point, you curse your pride for not being able to halt this interaction.

“Stubborn as always.”

This time he picks out a letter from the top of the stack..

“It's completely and utterly unfair how your resting face looks so serene. Why must you always be in the library at the same time as I? Your stupidly, bewitching face only serves as a major distraction, like how could I not stare! It's like your face was personally carved by a god. Also, how the hell do you make a simple fountain pen look so good? The way that your slender fingers grip the—”

“OK, that’s enough! Stop with the reciting! I admit it!” You feel your face heat up from embarrassment and your pyro vision only makes everything feel hotter. You raise your hands in frustration. “It was a whole mixup! Those letters weren’t even meant to be sent to you.” You dial back your volume towards the end.

He pointedly sighs. “Well that much I figured out. There’s no chance in Teyvat where you of all people would willingly subject themself to this. So, what are you going to do about it now?” he asks while crossing his arms.

It hurts to admit, but you felt stupid at this very second. “What do you mean?”

He tskd. “Do I need to explain every little thing to you? You’re ranked right below me, so I know that you’re not stupid. Are you going to own up to your letters and finally confess? Or are you going to just cowardly dismiss this like you’ve been doing?”

“CONFESS?” You almost give yourself whiplash from how fast you check to see if anyone’s heard you. You repeat yourself in a whispering tone. “Confess?”

“You talk about ‘looking forwards’ to our interactions, staring at my ‘bewitching face’ and ‘slender fingers’ and you think it’s absurd that I bring up confessing? Or would it be easier for you if I confess first?”

Without thinking you blurt out, “There’s no way that you actually like me back.”

“Do you ever see me bothering to interact with anyone as much as I do with you? I even surprised myself when I started to catch feelings for your stubborn self.”

You try to shake off the nerves before staring into his eyes. “Hat Guy, I like—”

“Wanderer.”

"What?"

"Call me Wanderer instead; it rolls off the tongue easier than Hat Guy. It’s a nickname that the traveler gave me. Hat Guy is a silly name that happened to stick around the Akademiya.”

“Lots of names you have there, huh?” you tease.

He lets out a sound that’s the mix between a chuckle and a scoff. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Well, Wanderer. I like you. So…will you go out with me?”

“Obviously.” (Your eye roll at his matter-of-fact tone is instinctual) “I wouldn’t waste my time with anybody else. Anyways, let’s get out of here. You were on your way home before I caught you, weren't you?”

Your lips start to raise into a smile. “You’re going to walk me home?”

“Noo, I’m saying this so I can just go off on my own—”

“Oh, shut it. Let’s get out of here.”

As the both of you guys stroll out of the Akademiya, your hand closest to Wanderer suddenly can’t stop twitching every so often. Your head fills with thought pertaining to your new found relationship. 

‘Is it too early to be holding hands?…Maybe hand holding is too PDA for him on open streets—’

A cold hand suddenly embracing yours breaks you out of your stupor. You turn to Wanderer, clearly surprised by the action. Starting to feel embarrassed, you try to pry your hand out of his clutch, only for him to tighten his grip. “W-What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He pivots his head to the opposite side, hoping that you won’t catch his ears turning slightly pink. “Your thoughts are so loud that even Mondstadt can hear them,” he scoffs. “Just lead the way.”

You start to walk with a slight pep in your step. “As you say!”

bonus scene?:

“Hey, can I give you a nickname too? Or is it too soon..”

He turns with a raised eyebrow. “Depends. What do you have in mind?”

“XxAssMaster69xX”

He lets out the biggest sigh. “Not you too.”

“Jokes, jokes—” you pause. “Wait, me too?”

He continues to walk forwards without you.

“Me too?! Hello???”

[michanvalentine]

The adventures of the brave Mama K and her ragtag group of misfits continue. Like in one of the finest nature documentaries, we witness the wonders of the wild and help a hyena bring an adorable gnoll pup into the world—by kicking it, of course.

After this joyous event, we come across the most idiotic so-called paladins in history, who decide to argue with the Great Furnace. Terrible move. After gleefully taking them out, Mama K effortlessly proceeds to burn and demolish the entire inn—much to the delight of Lae’zel, who, despite her low approval, makes it abundantly clear that Karlach has ignited more than just the upholstery.

Hold your horses, Lae’zel! We’re working on melting that ice cube known as Astarion here! And for the record, despite his high approval, he hasn’t made a single move on that absolute goddess of a woman, Karlach.

Seriously, I have no idea what to do with this vampire spawn—he just refuses to indulge my fangirl heart and serve me some good old hellspawn romance. This has never happened before! Usually, he throws himself at me the first chance he gets (with approval barely above average), and now he’s playing hard to get?! Whyyy?!

So, to vent my frustration, I took it out on Rugan (who has annoyed me since my first playthrough) and the gnolls, who met a very unfortunate end. This is my favorite moment to fully unleash my Illithid side. Lol.

After that, we headed to the goblin camp, but on the way, we were forced to kneel and passionately kiss the floor by the Absolute, who decided to make introductions in the most theatrical way possible. As a result, Lae’zel and Shadowheart—also known as the queens of the henhouse—started arguing over the artifact. Come on, ladies, let’s not turn this into a matter of principle! If only you knew that inside there’s some kind of clingy and ambiguous space squid!

Anyway, once inside the camp, we cheered on Volo during his delirious performance. Normally, I tell him to get off the stage or just point out that he’s spouting nonsense, but mama K is too kind and simply told him he did a good job—though apparently, his owner didn’t approve anyway. So, I moved on and had the delightful opportunity to humiliate Crusher and force him to kiss my foot, earning the approval of the entire party. Good job, guys, really. Humiliation is fine as long as you’re humiliating the right people, huh? Well, not that the braggart didn’t have it coming...

Of course, I accepted Loviatar’s blessing to rack up some more approval points for my conquest of the iceberg—who, by the way, still refuses to make a move. Damn him! Meanwhile, Shadowheart casually mentioned she knows a nice little spot where we could have a quiet evening. Of course. The entire party is hitting on the great furnace, and here I am chasing after the one person in the whole group who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. As if that wasn’t enough, Gale suddenly gets down on one knee, dramatically, in front of everyone—party members, goblins, the whole audience.

For a moment, I thought he was about to propose in grand style, but no, he just wanted to confess that he screwed up with Mystra and that he’s carrying a nuclear bomb inside him, ready to blow us all to the afterlife. Fantastic! Needless to say, Lae'zel took it very well.

So, after taking out Priestess Gut without even a formal chat (we don’t have time to waste here)—much to the joy of Wyll and Astarion, as happy as kids on Christmas morning—we headed back to camp for the night.

Naturally, the ceremorphosis kicked in, and Lae'zel, feeling outdone by Astarion, who absolutely crushed her in the "threatening Karlach’s life" contest, decided to one-up him by holding a big-ass knife to my throat. Well, of course! The vampire spawn started a trend!

And might I add—Githyanki are immune to Avernus’ fire! She can touch Karlach without bursting into flames! Damn, these Gith are tough! xD Or... maybe Larian forgot a tiny, tiny, yet crucial little detail...

To conclude, since the real one isn’t making a move, Karlach’s dream guy decided to pay her a visit in her sleep. At least there’s some satisfaction here! Even though the bargain-bin version of the Emperor has very little of the captivating expressiveness of the little evil gremlin he’s clearly inspired by, I have to say.

Jokes aside, I don’t think Astarion’s approval has much to do with it. I believe the lack of a proposition is tied to the fact that this is an origin run as Karlach, specifically because the tiefling was never actually able to let the vampire spawn drink her blood. Apparently, without that, Astarion doesn’t feel the need to return the favor with depraved and carnal lust. So, back to my usual mood...

But it doesn’t matter—he won’t escape me at the Tiefling party! Muahahahahahah!

Halsin, I’m coming to save you—because I’ve got a vampire spawn to drag into the bush—uh, I mean, because we have celebrating to do! The goblins’ defeat, the salvation of the druid grove, Karlach and Astarion having se—yeah, whatever the hell they’ll be doing in those damn bushes! Let’s party!

The infamous approval! And of course, I’m his favorite traveling companion. Not to mention, his dear, as he says!

He’s really decided to make me work for it this time, huh?

[bambinotattoo]

Erica’s Diaper Plan

Chapter 19

((Monday later after noon)).

Karen meets up with Jasmine to calm down and vent.

“Hey girl, I so need this after my day…fuck”

“Lmfao, damn Karen…I’ve never heard you say the F word before LMFAO… dealing with your little diaper daughter is turning out to be more of a challenge than you thought huh?”

“ jazz, I thought I was handling it well until today… like this was my biggest fear, hell it was my fear 5-6 years ago and I tried to get Erica weaned off of diapers…”

“ no I get it, I mean, I don’t… but like I do… or something?! so I got like a piece of the story from her and a piece of the story from you did she just like freak out?”

“ more or less, some of her friends saw her sitting in her car seat seat, sucking her pacifier she got out, got embarrassed, let her herself leaked and then totally had a meltdown… and I sat there and watched the whole thing. It was like a bad movie. And then to put the cherry on top, the day of all days she wants to ask me about breast-feeding”. Smh

“ she really flat out, asked you that?”

“ without a care in the world… like I realize I’ve pander to her, and I’m trying to make this what she wants, but that took me by surprise, I probably wouldn’t have let it affected me the way it did today, but today was just pretty bad in general”

“ what’s crazy is how much Erica likes the humiliation side and stuff and then when she got the real humiliation Deal, she totally freaked out…lmfao. I’ll tell you what you should do, just dive in with that and just desensitize her”

“ what do you mean desensitize her?”

“ Well like start planning excursions where she’s dressed little. thick diapers. Check her in public change or some places that are maybe a little bit blushing and just get her used to the idea that this is her reality., like you said this is what she wanted”

“ I realize that’s what she wants, but I’m still coming to terms with having to do some of that… like I start hearing that evil voice inside my head that wants to yell at her and be mean, forgetting that I’ve given in and tried to make this the best for her… it’s like I’m in a catch 22”

“ I didn’t even think of that, wow, well like… I have some experience with some of that, and we already know Erica is comfortable with me, if you don’t mind, let me have her for a couple of weekends or some overnights and I’ll plan a few things here and there and just get her used to it”

“ oh Jazz, don’t have to do that… this is my problem, kind of my bed and I’ve made it too.”

“ oh yeah, I get that… but you’re obviously struggling with it right now and I have no problem so why don’t you let me take on some of that responsibility for you? What’s the worst that can happen? She wants to stay in diapers longer. Lmfao”

“ that’s another thing I’ve been thinking about, like is this just a for now thing, is this a year, is this a decade, is she gonna be diapered forever? Like these are things I’m starting to ponder…”

“ I obviously don’t know and I’m speaking at a school here… but I’m pretty sure she’s going to be interested in wearing diapers and being babied most of her life, everything she wants talks about, etc. is the basis of a diaper fetish adult baby thing… it seems she’s not really isolating like the sexual fantasy side, which is a good thing, but I’m sure it’s in there… that’s kind of why I’m offering to kind of desensitizer with humiliation because if you can keep this is humiliation being baby nurturing, it will hold off the other stuff longer, and everybody can be more comfortable with it. makes sense?”

“ it does it’s just all of that stuff. I haven’t even wanted to think about… like I’ve been reading some of her message board and stuff like that and there’s several stories and situations of kids in their early 20s still being diaper and living at home and babied, as much as I want my only child to stay a kid as long as she can I don’t know if I want to be wiping her poopy butt when she’s 23 lol”

“ yeah, that’s when you can just cross your fingers and hope that she meets a guy or a girl that wants to be her babysitter mommy daddy etc. lol”

“ do you really think that that’s where it’s going? Why does that creep me out so much? Why does it creep me out at all, I’m diapering my 15-year-old daughter?”

The two continued their back-and-forth for a little while longer without any new groundbreaking information being exchanged. However, it was figured out and agreed-upon that jazz is going to watch Erica this weekend next weekend and a couple of days throughout the week. All Karen asks is that jazz keep her apprised of what was happening and let her know what experiences or what not happened so that she can ask Erica about them and try to get honest answers of how it’s making her feel.

As well, it’ll help Karen know what to do better to help with her needs.

“ so I had a curiosity like what things are you talking about doing?”

“ Well I wanna talk to her and kind of see where her brain is at, but the first few things I wanna do or like some light public humiliation stuff just to kind of desensitize her and get her used to strangers, knowing she’s diaper and things like that… but definitely want to take her to like CVS/Walgreens and loudly talk about do we have enough wipes powder, etc. and just get people to look at the little pacifier crinkly butt as I’m talking about diaper supplies, a real easy lightweight just kinda get her blood pumping and to see where I can take it from there”

“ oh that’s good, I like that… like make some rules that she has to have a pacifier in if we’re running errands and always holding hands and yeah, that’s good. We do have that doctors appointment on Wednesday. Is there anything I should maybe plan for that to kind of do any of this?”

“ you could yeah, the appointments after school, right?”

“ yep right after school I’m picking her up and going right there”

“ OK, on Wednesday we’re gonna have her come see me a period or so early for her diaper change, and then by the time you pick her up, she should be pretty soaking wet. Don’t change her before the doctor, parade, her in there with a soggy waddle butt. And when you get back in the exam room, and in between when the nurse talks to you and says the doctor being a second… That’s when you put her on the table and start changing her. With any luck, the doctor will walk in in the middle and Erica will definitely get a good dose of full on humiliation. On top of that the doctors is probably gonna be pretty curious of why you’re 15-year-old in diapers. Have you thought about that answer yet?”

Karen put her hands on her face and put her head down, “ I thought of some things, but I don’t wanna lie, but I also don’t want to tell the truth lol”

“Lmfao, yeah, I can see that… you want some help?”

“ always what you’re thinking”

“ keep it simple the more elaborate it sounds the more fake it sounds, so maybe just tell the doctor that she’s been wetting her bed a little more she started having some daytime accidents and used together. Decided that it might be a good idea if she wears protection throughout the day until she can keep her pants dry.”

“ that’s good, what do I say when the doctor asks why I’m changing her like a baby and she has a pacifier?”

“ I would keep the pacifier in the diaper bag, Karen… being visibly diapered, getting changed, and explaining it is far humiliation enough we don’t need to add a pacifier and confuse the doctor… but yeah, that’s a very decent excuse and he might do some test to try to find out where her incontinence is coming from and to be honest that’s the paperwork I need to put on file to legally be able to even change her diaper so… do that!”

The two friends ended up having two rounds of margaritas, shared an appetizer and tried to change the subject to something other than Erica’s diapers. As the time passed it quickly became 830, and Karen exclaimed “oh shit, I have Sara Beth babysitting her right now… I should probably think about getting home so she can get home and all that and get ready for school tomorrow…”

“ yeah I guess so, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do so. I’m gonna head out of here as well! Will you please let me know if something happens with Erica again tomorrow so I know not to expect her…”

“ will do jazz, but I’m telling you right now she could be in a wet leaky diaper pacifier pants off, etc. that girl’s going to school tomorrow lol”

(Monday evening 915pm)

As Karen arrived back home, park the car in the garage and entered through the kitchen. She noticed Jim was home, and that Sara Beth was already sent home. I was quiet in the living room, but she could hear faint a voice coming from down the hall… as Karen approached Erica’s nursery door, she heard her husband in the middle of reading Erica a bedtime story! She stood outside the door out of you for a second trying to figure out what he was reading… ahh, the little prince, she thought. Hearing her husband reading a bedtime story to their diaper 15-year-old as weird as it could be construed actually brought a smile to her face and gave her some hope that tomorrow is a new day.

Karen peaked around the corner catching Jim’s eye, and seeing Erica eyes closed pacifier and snuggled up to a teddy bear, looking as comfortable as a toddler. Jim smiled at Karen, closed the book, and quietly exited Erica’s nursery.

“ that was fucking adorable hon!”

”What lol”

“ Reading Erica bedtime story, I was still upset with her from today, even when I first got home and that all melted away when I saw her sucking that pacifier passed out with you reading a story… thank you, even though I know you were doing it for her, not me!!”

“ well you’re welcome, hon!!! Glad to be of service!”

“ speaking of servicing… how long has it been since I got on my knees and made you feel good? Huh?”

Jim started to blush, “oh honey, you don’t have to do that… I know you had a rough day”

“ Yeah and this is how I’m going to cure my rough day! Take your pants down, now!”

Jim did as he was told, and before too long Karen was on her knees, sucking her husband’s swelling cock… things didn’t take too long, and after a few minutes, Jim taps Karen’s head for a warning… and Karen held on tighter waiting for her husband to blow his load down her throat.

“ oh Karen… oh you’re swallowing oh gosh… oh”

Karen smirking with a very erect cock in her mouth, swallowed down the last mouthful, and gently licked and sucked until his penis became again flaccid.

Tuesday Morning

The alarms of the house once again buzzing alerting everyone of a brand new day… apprehensively Karen awoke and headed to her daughter’s to wake her and get her ready for what will be her now first day.

“ good morning little girl… time to get up my dear!”

Erica slowly fluttered her eyes open, pacifier still in her mouth and smiled up at her mother…

“ good morning Mommy”

As Erica woke up, Karen reached her hand down toward Erica’s crotch to see what the damage was….

“ did my big little girl wet her bed again last night? Huh? Goodness this diaper is soaked!! Glad it’s a wet diaper not a wet bed!”

All the little talk was making Erica blush this early in the morning, “ OK mommy can you get the light?”

Erica finally hopped up, and without being told, climbed under your changing table, laid-back with her pacifier still in… and let her mother get to work getting her into a dry diaper.

Karen got the tapes undone, and started scrubbing her princess parts with the pampers baby wipes…

“ lift those legs up little girl, oh, looks like you had a bit of a mess accident too… you’ve never pooped the bed before, weird”

Erica just stared at her mother

Pacifier, Karen smiled back and just continued to clean her daughter. After she was proficiently, cleaned of her stale pee, pee, and small messy Accident., her mother grabbed a daytime diaper… had her lift her legs and slid it under her butt. After the diaper was in place, Karen applied to generous amount of extra streak, Desitin… a heaping helping of pampers’s baby powder… folded the front up and securely taped her Sweet 15 year-old daughter into her diaper

For some reason this morning, Erica was far more interested in making her diaper crinkle, then getting up and then helping her get dressed…

“ OK we get it Erica your diaper makes noise, let’s get you stood up so we can get dressed… what sounds good for breakfast?”

Erica reluctantly removed her pacifier, and stared at her mother, for what seemed like an eternity… and she finally uttered “English muffin”. Then immediately placed the pacifier back in her mouth.

“ you know you can’t eat breakfast with pacifier in right?”

Erica gave her mom a look that could’ve been translated into the smart ass, but with her pacifier and no words, it was just smug… Karen wrote her eyes and told her to finish getting dressed and she would go get her English muffin ready so they wouldn’t be late.

[spinnenpfote6]

OMGGG Guuuys I had a great birthday yesterday!

I went to MagicCon with my 2 besties❤ & I'm SO happy to have gotten that nice photo with Elijah Wood! I actually got an autograph ticket last minute because I thought "Huh, why not? I have the money!" (which was good because the photo session was VERY quick).

We were in this huge room which almost looked like one for an orchestra and Elijah's place was down the stairs in the corner lol. When we arrived the employees told us that he's having a break rn and will be back in 5 minutes. Oddly enough there were only about 3 or 4 other people so it was pretty empty at his table. Then I heard voices, turned around and there was Elijah sauntering down the line of chairs behind us, chatting with Dominic Monaghan. I was like "Oh, there he is!" and it was so surreal! Also felt hilarious because I was BOTH "Wow, he's actually just a guy!" AND super star-struck.

And guys I can tell you that: I'm still SO mad at myself that talking to Wood made my stupid lizard brain flush my english-speaking-skills down the drain (the Terrible Terror from HTTYD comes to mind, staring into the void while licking its own eyeballs). Safe to say I was giggling the whole time and just started with something along the lines of "WOAH Holy shit, hi Elijah! Haha! Here!", handed him my drawing and told him that it's actually my birthday. He of course wished me a happy birthday, looked at my drawing for a while and went "Wow, that is SO pretty! Very pretty!" while signing it. As I was about to walk away I sent him into a laughing fit because I stared at him like a maniac saying "YOUR EYES ARE SO PRETTY!". So yeah. I REALLY hope to meet him on another convention to tell him why I love Frodo so much and maybe get a hug without my brain shutting off.

After that I did see him again at the photosessions (which had a long line this time but I didn't mind because I was chatting with my friends). I literally arrived jumping towards him, responding to his happy "Hi!" with a "Hi, it's me again!" lol. I wanted to put my arm around him but seeing the like 3(!) fat signs they put up informing us of the rules - consisting of "Please don't touch the actors" and "Don't do poses" (???) - made me re-think it because I'm a scaredy cat (despite living in Germany - the land of strict unnecessary rules) so I decided to hold my One Ring up. Obviously nobody cared about the no-touching-policy (when I left Elijah was just jumping onto someone's back lol) and if you look closely you can see that I actually DID put my arm around him but not as much as I would've liked haha.

Originally I wanted him to sign one of the photos of one of my favorite LOTR scenes (Frodo falling down in slow-mo at the "Prancing Pony" Inn, trying to catch the ring) but I failed to realize that you had to get the autograph photos at the entrance and having him sign my drawing turned out to feel much more sweet and personal - and I got a Happy Birthday from him anyway! And Frodo himself SAW and APPROVED of my first Frodo drawing!! (I kinda hope that it helped me to stay in his memory for a while - that or the fact that I was dressed entirely in bright red and probably looked like a walking strawberry to everyone.)

Fun Fact: I'm actually a bit taller than Elijah but because of my pose & his thick shoes we appear to be the same height. He doesn't seem too short in person though. Also, his eyes are very blue & nice, but not that unnaturally almost neon blue. I think the lighting & color correction of his movies make it look like that sometimes.

Despite me turning red and answering them - very audibly - with a "Nooo!" my parents REALLY wanna frame that photo now lol

OKAY it felt super good venting here a bit because I'm SO INCREDIBLY MAD AT MYSELF for not telling him how much I love Frodo and why and for for not asking for a hug on my birthday AND for having missed his panel because I was too distracted and stupid to find the right room but I'm still happy to have been able to show him my drawing, gotten the photo and to have met him overall. He seemed open and happy and when he comes to a convention in Germany or the Netherlands again I'll try to meet him again!

[chthonicgodling]

Okay but I *should* ask if Ganymede in any way has any opinion on the taki fuego dynamic that’s taken hold in elysium ? Or in that matter any of the characters that aren’t family members of those three (like how well known is it in the palace that there’s a new baby and etc.)

shout out to Gany's singular cameo during the TaKi Fuego babyventures of last year [full post here ffkgkfj]-

this is a great question!!!!! lemme just IMMEDIATELY go off on a tangent -

first of all Gany's relationship with EeL in general issss umm actually really funny bc simultaneously Gany's always been incredibly intimidated by (if not outright afraid of) Loki lmfao for, like, ever - but also Gany is the default designated babysitter of all the kiddos of the entire palace and so he's very close with EeL's elysium kiddos, thus in turn granting him eternal immunity from any of Loki's pissy chaos <33 so - ok yea Gany's happy to spend most of his time generally politely avoiding Loki but also hes one of the few people that even Rane actually likes so. Bearing this in mind though, he and Loki arent close at all and Gany is not privy to Loki's inner breakdowns--

(like, Chal has not been privy to Loki's inner breakdowns up until she accidentally super was, by being dragged into the middle of EeL's disappearance during that whole thing???? mind fucking blown???? i think Gany's mind would also be absolutely blown to know what a trainwreck Loki is while he too been so used to him being smirky and condescending confident as a default??? in fact Chal probably TOLD Gany afterwards and Gany DEFINITELY did NOT believe her??????)

Gany's relationship with Maci & Tory is actually like, more of a parental type dynamic - for all intents and purposes Gany and Chal both are on a similar "tier" amongst the palace residents, where they're technically adults but like, so much younger & barely compared to everyone else so their respective dynamic is very different with everyone, by which i mean so he's also not privy to like...... any of THEIR inner emotional turmoil?? Gany's like a son or little brother to Tory & Maci so they're not venting their issues to him ever. So Gany viewed this entire thing kindave as an outside spectactor..... sitting in the garden with Cinthy and the Flower Shades watching with gossipy and huge stunned eyes lmao. He was, like everyone else, quite shocked to hear that they were having a baby and all playing nice with each other. And like - what a mismatch hello??!! Tory and Maci are so nice to Gany and Loki's historically such an arrogant jackass (never to Gany but! actually YES to Cinthy, and everyone else ever lmao) so like, guys, what are you doing ;0;

HOWEVER!! it's also important for me to note that Gany's entire arrival into Elysium was in 2014 while Tory already was heavily pregnant with Eisa and Einmyria - like, enter Gany in Jan. 2014 and the twins were born in Feb 2014 - so the bulk of the vicious temporary chaos with Loki and Maci and Tory at that point completely bypassed him. It is a general fact of Elysium that Loki & Maci don't get along (or, it used to be!) - but he wasn't witness to the REALLY bad times otherwise I think Gany would have been just as deeply concerned and appalled as like, Neo was.

But as it is, Gany's reaction has basically amounted to, "Huh that's so weird. anyway. ....wait Chal what do you MEAN Loki was having a nervous breakdown in the Voids?? Loki was?? Are you sure?!"

The palace found out as a whole about The Baby slowly but surely after Loki came back from that very dramatic disappearance series of events; at that point everyone knew that Loki had vanished and that Maci & Tory were casually searching for him (not very successfully casually but uh, trying to be cool about it), so EVERYONE knew SOMETHING was up. By that point quite frankly the palace had already been informally gossipy whispering the entire time tho lol i mean it was sooo super weird for Maci & Tory (...& Loki) to all up at once stop fucking around with the entire palace and lock themselves all together into one bedroom for like four months jesus christ they werent subtle at all lmao. but like that entire series of events basically blew their cover blatantly, so there was no point in trying to hide it anymore.

EeL's main priority had been informing his children about Røkia before anyone else (well ok they found out during,, yknow that whole drama, but - he had a formal conversation with them the day after he returned) and then, courteously making sure Maci & Tory's children knew what was going on too as a main priority as well. and then after that he felt okay about letting the rest of the palace know that they were expecting a baby. Maci and Tory had never wanted to keep it a secret, that was all Loki's neuroticism so once he was on board they did inform everyone else. fyi they um,........ told The Gang by [checks notes] sending mass text nudes,

so.

lmao honestly.... with me and Fenixe's schedules being soooo at odds lately and over the past year, hence pouring all of our energy through Elysium Canon to laser focus directly ON the TaKi Fuego throuple themselves instead of anyone around them - i have so few actually Canon Convos to reference about anyone else's reactions even though i personally would have, ideally, loved to fucking interview every single person in the palace at length. the consensus seems to be that Loki's sheepish about-face after being so loudly antagonistic at Maci and Tory for ALMOST TWO DECADES is primarily just really, really, really, hilariously funny. Loki's SO bitterly embarrassed about it STILL (and like, yes loosely canon throuple sayeth me AND them all in private - without the word throuple - but Loki would first die before referring to them as such so?!!!??! hes still definitely in denial askfdjgjg???)

but like - ultimately - as Epi put it so succinctly - it's just nice to see Loki so happy and he can stop blushing and carrying on about it. I mean, Loki's been an explicit part of their Big Palace Family for legit almost two decades - dragged kicking and screaming, basically but still. and Tory has always been sooooo gracious to him, since day 1 Tory has been trying to get Loki let him take care of him since he first fell into Elysium, with Loki shoving him away again and again - (sidenote the past year has got me going through those convos from OoC 2012 and i DESPERATELY WANT TO DRAW MUCH OF IT BUT AHHHHHH ONE DAY--) That's been the situation apart from that really ugly and vicious year of warfare with Eisa & Einmyria. Once that calmed down Loki returned to his default of rolling his eyes and being standoffish and insisting on sitting huffily apart from everyone piled together on the couch.

so it.... has, apparently, just finally taken this long to get through to him. its very funny. its cute! its also shocking and insane considering beyond Loki & Tory's dynamic, Maci & Loki have been mortal enemies since that same amount of time!! but. net positive development!!

And finally - everyone of course has met Røkia and is absolutely absolutely absolutely obsessed with him, he is the current cutest center of attention of the entire palace and will likely remain as such until anyone else pops out a new baby. (which....................... i know who the next baby will belong to already but we're not quite there yet!) Loki's anxieties have lessened MAJORLY now that he's no longer pregnant AND now that everyone has proven to be utterly obsessed and in love with baby Røkia too.

its a, welcome on board to Maci & Tory's Pile O Consorts With The Rest of Us, Took You Absolutely Long Enough kindave vibe. yippee!

[that was a lot and im NOT proofing this stream o consciousness so uhh. sorry if this does NOT make any sense. thanks for asking this!!!]

[darkelfchicksick]

so I've been feeling pretty emotionally stable for over a week, yeah i was also sick and that sucked, and I was kind of low-energy but you know, I'm kinda getting over my horrible workplace

today was officially my last day and uhhhhhhh i went to hand in my key card and uniform and like, hours worked, and uuuuuuuuuuuh

didn't cry when talking to our cleaner, who was probably the person i regularly talked to the most (lol), then handed in my uniform to one of the officers, then proceeded to say it's my last day, felt the wobble, he asks what I'm doing next, i immediately start crying. he's genuinely sorry, goes "hey no worries you don't have to tell me", i stand there getting myself under control again and he's perfectly ok.

i move on upstairs to get my printed-out time sheet, idk how to say it in English and this post is NOT getting any editing I'm vomiting this up and then I'll never look at it again;

i print them out, see coworker i like walking down the hallway, hide half behind the door. then rationalize that i can't fucking hide, go say hi, he asks ... something, i think "that bad, huh?" after I say it's my last day; fucking bawling. i mean not bawling but very teary, other coworker I don't know well enough to like or dislike comes out of their office, asks one thing, i start to do this stupid suppressing of my wails, she pulls me into their office and tells the other guy to close the door. i proceed to do breathing exercises so i don't start hyperventilating, get 15 minutes of people being nice and talking to me and listening to me vent about that one dude everyone hates and everyone knows is incompetent; i walk out still watery to turn in my key.

i enter the office, put down my documents and turn around to walk out; our office manager is on the phone so I don't have to talk to her. realize I've forgotten to turn in the key, put it on her desk, she notices that and then, instead of being able to have a conversation, i just tell her I'm sorry i gotta go or I'll start crying again, she goes "oh no not because of me?" i say no and lock myself in the bathroom to calm down.

horrific. terrified I'd see anyone else, fucking sneaking down the staircase and then basically marching off property and crying the whole walk home, and at home, still crying now i feel completely crushed and I can't even process why. just acute misery and failure

[skullshoal]

so.... that finale, huh? any thoughts you feel like sharing?

thank you sweet angel for giving me an excuse ever again to spew my thoughts into the universe

Mostly, I liked it! I was on the edge of my seat for basically the whole episode. The tension was crazy.

I think cold harbor is kinda a let down being what it was. I'm not terribly surprised, it was a LOT of ~mysterious~ build up to something that was going to be hard to deliver on. Just like. She already met her husband! The proof that she isn't going to remember anything already exists! I don't get why they were like "she'll might as well be dead" over it being that OBVIOUSLY i understand it was a traumatic experience with so much baggage and she's wearing her old clothes and everything but like. She Literally met her husband and didn't remember him. I just think it's like...kind of a cop out. You've been torturing this woman 24 different unique ways including Dentistry and this is the ultimate test? Kinda a let down. Idk I was getting the impression they were going to physically do something to her like get in a car crash or make her miscarry just like something Horrible that would actually be a stress test.

Also. Let's talk about the other MDR's that exist for a second. There are at least 2 others that we know of because of the beginning of the season. Wtf were they doing. If they're doing this with multiple people then why is Gemma the be all end all of this experiment. (Honestly I think it's an oversight but I'm willing to be proven wrong. If you read my last rant about severance you know I think the show does things without fully thinking through the consequences of the implications. But. Idk I don't care about that I'm willing to suspend some disbelief or over look a couple plot holes rn there are worse shows with worse writing and bigger plot holes it's just a little disappointing sometimes.)

Anyway. I think the ending was...good...but it feels like...where do we go from here. How long can literally anything of consequence go on for. Gemma being out is like. Like Extremely Damning evidence to get Lumon taken down they literally faked her death. Mark and Helly are going to...? Run around the office and hide in the vents? Like they are going to be caught. It's simply not going to last. This isn't anything about why they chose to do that this is from a writing standpoint like how long can this go on. I honestly turned to my partner after the finale and was like we don't need a third season we need a movie. Dont get me wrong I love this show I'll watch a third season it just. Seems like all the problems became much more immediate and not 9-10 episodes worth of content. I'm interested to see how they handle that and I hope it doesn't end up feeling like they're drawing it out for no reason. But I guess we'll just have to wait 2 more years to see lol.

[pharaohbean]

the world that i love hates me

original upload: september 12th 2024 on ao3

summary: "'It was crushing. Being unable to do anything—even reach for his phone, sitting innocently on the bedside table—twisted his stomach even more than it already was. He watched it light up with notifications that he couldn’t read. He tried to go back to bed but couldn’t. Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, and he—with much difficulty—wrapped himself in a cocoon of blankets and shut the world away.'

Toya has a bad morning."

tags: Aoyagi Touya/Azusawa Kohane/Shinonome Akito/Shiraishi An | Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, I Wrote This Instead Of Sleeping

warnings: general vent fic warnings (no suicidal thoughts or s/h)

author's note: "vent fic go brrrr! not 100% accurate to what i felt but it was mostly just getting the ickys out. dont think too hard about some of this stuff lol"

Today was, decidedly, a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day for Toya.

When he woke up—the sun high in the sky, already an abnormality in itself since usually he woke up early—he had the prevailing feeling of being stuck. He tried and tried and tried to move any part of him, but was unable to. He wasn’t sick, he knew that much, but his mind was muddled and he couldn’t move.

So he just laid there. Unable to move, watched the time tick away at a rabbit and turtle’s pace simultaneously. Watched a whole day of his life pass him by, a whole day of school. There was no one in the house, his parents were off on a trip, and so Toya felt, decidedly, alone.

It was crushing. Being unable to do anything—even reach for his phone, sitting innocently on the bedside table—twisted his stomach even more than it already was. He watched it light up with notifications that he couldn’t read. He tried to go back to bed, but couldn’t. Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, and he—with much difficulty—wrapped himself in a cocoon of blankets and shut the world away.

He didn’t know how long it was, but he distantly heard his window open. He tried to lift his head, but.

“Toya?” His partner’s voice murmured. He cried inside at how worried he sounded. The bed creaked as Akito sat beside him. “Are you alright?”

Toya barely made out a “mnm” from his unused voice, scratchy in a way that made him wince. Akito hummed in reply, running a hand through his hair. The touch was soft, gentle, and Toya felt like just breaking then and there but his battery was, unfortunately, a little too resilient sometimes.

“I’m gonna go let the girls in, alright?” An and Kohane? “You just stay here.” Not like I can move anyways. His partner left the room and Toya felt like sobbing for different reasons. His hands curled into fists, but then he shoved them down into his cocoon to not look at the dainty digits. Lonely, he was so lonely . He wanted Akito, An, Kohane, someone .

As if his plea was answered, all three of them appeared in his doorway. “Hey there, big guy,” An smiled, much softer than Toya was used to seeing on her. It reminded him of after they learned the truth behind RAD WEEKEND— no. Bad thoughts.

“How are you feeling, Toya?” Kohane asked. Akito moved to hold a thermometer up to Toya; Toya scowled, turning his head away minutely. He wasn’t sick—not in that way.

“Can you move?” Akito asked, sitting behind his head and moving to run his fingers through his hair again. Toya made a noncommittal hum, feeling more of his energy leave him just from that. “One of those days, huh?”

Not really, he tried to convey just by looking at Akito. He wasn’t sure if his partner caught it or not, but Akito moved behind him all the same. He pulled Toya into his lap, cocoon and all.

“This alright?” He asked. Toya wanted to do a lot of things at that moment—hug him, kiss him, sob into his shoulder—but he still felt quite lonely inside. Why, my partners are here, why am I still lonely? He wanted to scream, but even his voice no longer obeyed his command.

With almost nothing to his control, he looked pleadingly at the girls out of the corner of his eye. They both smiled; taking off their shoes (Kohane’s sitting nicely next to his bed, An’s flying all over the room, he hopes no one trips on one of them but it would be funny karma for An) they climbed into bed on either side of Toya. Kohane’s hands dove into his cocoon and found his own, playing with the fingers softly and carefully, but also cracking them as they knew he liked to do. A habit he picked up from Akito and An. An’s own arms circled his waist, hooking her chin on his shoulder.

“How’s this?” An murmured, he breath tickling Toya’s ear. At any other point it may have made him blush, but right now he didn’t even have the energy for that; instead, he just sunk more into his partners’ holds.

Toya dipped his head, snuggling into Akito’s back. His hand was still in Toya’s hair, scratching his scalp now, and his other one had disappeared. Where is it? Toya peered around best he could with no movement, but couldn’t find it.

Then, a screen was in front of him, opened to the little chart Saki and Tsukasa had made for him one day. “You good to do this?” Akito asked, his thumb hovering over “no.” Toya curled his left hand slightly, not trusting his voice.

“I think he said yes,” Kohane murmured. Akito huffed, planting a kiss on Kohane’s forehead. An leaned over him to plant on too, making the little hamster even more flustered. Toya gave her a pleading look; leaning down, it was less of a kiss and more just Toya’s lips against her forehead, but it was the thought that counts.

“Alright, here we go…” With enough time, deciphering and translating, and multiple mockings from An, they could spell out a message from Toya, who could not.

He had an idea why he was like this. He’d gotten bad sleep the night prior due to stress, and was in school plus committees for an extended period of time than he was mentally prepared for. Combined with the fact that he had to go to a party full of his Father’s classical music friends (which, decidedly, neither Toya nor his parents really wanted him there after his day, but there was no way out) left him not only with no energy to expend on even simple tasks—like moving— but a deficit. Leading to: rotting in bed, unable to do anything.

It sucked, he hated this, and nowadays he was very good at avoiding it. But some things were just out of his control. Like his own body at the moment. He would continue to agonize over his current situation, yes.

When their “conversation” was fully interpreted, Toya felt tired—physically, no, but mentally and emotionally, yes. Kohane had moved to massaging his hands and wrists, and An was rubbing small circles into his hips. Akito’s free hand was still in his hair, switching between petting, scratching, and massaging.

“What do you want to do, Toya?” Akito asked. Toya hummed, his voice a little less hoarse thanks to the water bottle Kohane brought.

“‘M low energy.”

“What do you want from us, then? Space, distraction?”

“…just talk.” He let his body go limp under their touches. With no warning, An went into a long ramble about the woes of her committee duties, only decidedly beaten by the shenanigans between Akito, Nene, Rui, and Mizuki when Tsukasa wasn’t looking. It appeared that, not for the first time and definitely not the last, a substitute teacher would be making an appearance.

Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day for Toya. It would probably continue to be for another day or so as he attempted to recharge his battery that needed more than a few kicks. He hated not being able to do basic things like moving, sleeping, and functioning in general. Not being able to “could” sucked.

But he had his partners, who loved him despite his bad days—who took care of him, talked with him, respected his boundaries. He never thought he’d stop suffering in loneliness.

He’s still suffering—that’ll never change. But things are a little brighter and warmer with them around.

[lukmarc10]

my experience with FNaF and its fandom (a little rant/vent/whatever post)

so... the spooky pizzeria game is turning 10 today, huh?

god, i even remember how i got introduced to this franchise. it was through this video (around 3:50)! i got curious as to what this “five nights at freddy's” thing was, i researched it for a bit and after that it's all history.

i lived and breathed fnaf. i would spend the whole fucking day just watching playthrough videos, theory videos, comic dubs, fan animations, music videos, you name it!

and it's weird cuz to this day i still can't pinpoint exactly what drew me to fnaf so much. was it the story? was it the character designs? or did i just really enjoy watching random youtubers getting jumpscared? i don't even know lol.

anyway, a few months after Sister Location was released my hyperfixation was starting to die out and i've moved on to other things (*cough cough* UNDERTALE). so i pretty much spent several years without really consuming anything fnaf-related until Security Breach came out and everyone and their grandma started talking about it.

and... you know that autistic feeling when something you've grown so accostumed to just changes outta nowhere and you're like "NGGGGGHHH WHY IS IT DIFFERENT"? that's what i feel whenever i check how the fnaf fandom is doing nowadays.

it's just baffling how much i've missed from the fnaf community when i was away, to the point where now whenever i see fnaf fans out in the wild having a conversation i literally have no clue what they're talking about. like... who tf is cassidy??? wtf is blueycapsules???

i don't even know why i'm writing this post tbh, i guess i just wanna see if there's anyone out there who can relate lol

either way, happy fnaf day!!!

[tobiasdrake]

Alright, here we go with the second crime scene.

So the second Nail Man murder happened at this swanky mansion. The owner of the mansion was killed.

LOL Just like that, huh? We don't even know if there are people currently living here. What are we supposed to do, ring the buzzer and politely explain that we're traveling snoops looking to rifle through some personal belongings?

Unless you're planning to go whole-hog B&E on this thing we're going to need to come up with an actual-

AND WHOLE-HOG B&E IT IS. OKAY. I GUESS WE'RE DOING THIS NOW.

Plus side of being hunted by the police is that you don't need to care about laws, I guess. And plus side of Halara being technically the assistant is that they can drag my ass into things like this and then if we get arrested they're merely an accomplice.

Oh good, that means there isn't someone living here who is actively phoning the Peacekeepers as we speak. That's a relief.

Halara did a bunch of research while they were waiting for me to cave in and pay them so they probably knew this. They just don't bother communicating with me about shit.

Mm. That's interesting. Doesn't fit the Nail Man's M.O., does it? The Nail Man goes after people who've pissed off someone enough to nail a doll to a tree with your name written on it. A lonely recluse seems like they'd have a hard time making an enemy desperate enough to turn to local curses for revenge.

He had to have done something to piss people off. That, or this whole thing's a crock from a certain obsessed super-fan trying to fabricate a serial murder for clout.

So this time, the crime took place in the study. The study itself is the locked room, not the whole mansion. The door has a vent above it but there's no conceivable way a human being moved through something that size.

...but it may still be relevant to our case. Good eye, Shinigami.

That's. Curious. Was this... involved in the victim's strangulation?

I should probably check the past-body and confirm that they were strangled before I get too ahead of myself. I mainly came over here to confirm that this was the door that was locked.

[audioaujom]

6:00 AM, Monty Golf Catwalks

FNaF:SB Hub, < prev, next >

Hey hey hey! I had most of this chapter already finished prior to this week, since I started working on it around the time I was also working on Fazer Blast. I just think Monty deserved more screen time than he got, so all of his stuff came first. Sorry if the chapter is at times unintelligible, I did my best to edit but I’m sick right now and the meds make me a little spacey. But it was close to being done anyway and I’ve had nothing but time while half-asleep in bed waiting for this to pass. I always get sick when the weather starts to turn cold, so I knew this was coming lol Anyways, enjoy the Monty boss fight above Monty Golf as part of the post-6:00 AM chapter!

Word Count: 2100

Chapter TWs: Blood, Violence, Injury

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“We’re okay. We’re okay. It’s just another vent.” Ranboo rambled angrily to himself, crawling on his stomach through the vent at the end of the Mazercise maze—which had taken him forever to solve. “How many of these have you crawled through tonight? Like three hundred, that’s how many. It’s fine. It’s all cool.”

Tumbling head first out of the vent—and narrowing avoiding actually hitting his head on anything—Ranboo landed in a pile on the small balcony overlooking what appeared to be the entirety of Monty Golf, which included the sprawling catwalk just below him. The row of broken gator shaped carts in front of him—all with mounted guns on the front—swayed a little as he got to his feet and looked around, confused. This catwalk appeared to be part of a large network of them, which all sprawled out just above the decorations of the Monty Golf mini-game below. Large jungle leaves and the actual golf course were visible between the walkways, the bright fluorescent glow of the black lights and glow-in-the-dark paint giving the whole room an eerie glow (despite the faded floodlights clearly used by those working up top). He shrugged and sat down on the edge of the balcony, scooting off of it to land on the catwalk below, which shook a little from the impact but seemed steady enough. He looked around, spotting several play guns similar to the ones mounted on the carts in various spots along the walkway, along with the large target beside the giant bucket labeled ‘Hole in One: Hurricane!’.

“Maybe this’ll be fine. How would any of them even get up here?” He wondered aloud, looking both ways down the catwalk only to realize the whole thing was a loop with no apparent way up or down. “Huh.”

Suddenly, he froze in place as there was a loud clanging from down the darkened hole in the wall that the cart line disappeared into, the carts rattling into each other as if something was moving way out of Ranboo’s line of sight. He took one look at the metal claws all but crushing the thin metal rain and started to step back in fear, already fully aware of what was coming. Climbing along the carts like monkey bars, Monty’s figure emerged from the darkness on one wall, his gaze fixed on Ranboo as he rapidly made his way inside.

“Aaand I spoke too soon. Of course.”

Monty jumped off of one of the carts to land on the catwalk in front of Ranboo, tipping his sunglasses down low enough to wink at him as the aftershocks of his landing rippled through the metal catwalk. “Rock and roll!”

“That’s my cue to run!” Ranboo turned and ran with a terrified shout, hearing Monty charge after him without missing a beat.

Knowing that there really was nowhere to hide in such an interconnected maze, Ranboo decided to just try his luck with the guns jutting off the path. He steered himself towards the nearest one, before glancing back over his shoulder to see Monty jumping through the air to land right behind him.

The vibrations from Monty’s landing sent waves through the metal underneath Ranboo’s feet, the shakes bad enough that it managed to topple him over as he tried to run away. He barely caught himself with his hands as the catwalk continued to shift and sway under him from Monty’s approaching steps, trying to get back up to his feet only to fall again as another step sent another ripple through the walkway.

“You can’t outrun me!”

Ranboo rolled over onto his back as Monty was close enough to loom over him, frantically scrambling backwards on his elbows to put any amount of distance between himself and the animatronic. Monty only laughed, one clawed hand grabbing his ankle and yanking him back down the catwalk so he was situated right between Monty’s legs.

“Got ya.”

Monty swiped down at his face with his other hand—claws bared, giving him only enough time to turn his head but not get out of the way of the strike. Two claws landed against his cheek, lines of searing pain left in their wake as Monty reared back to claw at him again. Blinking away the tears forming from the pain, Ranboo managed to fully roll out of the way of the next strike, opting to then slide on his back all the way through Monty’s legs to end up on the other side of him. He quickly got to his feet as Monty awkwardly tried to turn around, sprinting down the catwalk and occasionally looking back over his shoulder to observe the growing distance between them.

“Dude, this sucks!” Ranboo grumbled, ducking down a little by one of the gun spots as Monty seemed to have finally lost track of him for the time being. “This is literally the worst! I can’t have a moment of peace.”

Peeking up over the railing to make sure Monty was distracted, Ranboo slowly stood up and grabbed the handle on the gun, aiming it towards the big target and firing off all ten shots that it had.

“Hey kid, come on out! We're only tryin' to help.” Monty called as Ranboo dropped to the floor to get out of sight, grinning wide.

“Now I know that's not true.” He mumbled, seeing Monty pacing on a catwalk all the way on the other side.

Ducking around a nearby corner in the catwalks, Ranboo jogged towards the next nearest gun half-hunched over in an attempt to either be out of sight or too fast for Monty so he could further fill up the meter next to the target. He was careful, running between guns as he felt the metal beneath him shake from every time Monty jumped from place to place trying to find him—luckily to no avail, so far—as he fired off shot after shot at the big target.

“I will find you.” Monty called threateningly, Ranboo scoffing quietly.

“Considering that all these paths are connected, that is not something to brag about.”

As the tenth shot was fired from the last gun he could find and it deactivated, Ranboo glanced up to see that the meter by the target was full—meaning he could tip over the bucket above the stage. His steps were loud and uneven as he then raced towards the bucket, spotting the panel and trying to increase his pace even the slightest bit to reach it before Monty showed back up. Rounding a final turn, he was about to continue his charge forward when a flash of dirty, green metal from beside the catwalk had him skidding to a stop just in time as the catwalk shook and swayed heavily as Monty landed right in front of his face, the metal waving and bending under Ranboo’s feet to the point it almost knocked him over again. “You're in trouble now!”

“AHH!! No!!” He barely managed to stay upright as he screamed, moving to turn around and bolt back the way he came in the moment Monty needed to regain his balance. “Not like this! Not when I’m so close!”

“Where’re you goin’?” Monty’s voice was mocking as he grabbed Ranboo by the shoulder, yanking him back before he could make it even a few steps away. “Don't be scared.”

“I think I have the right to be scared! I mean, have you seen yourself lately?” Ranboo chuckled awkwardly as he tried to pull away, only for the animatronic to growl and use his free hand to wrap around his throat. “Whoa—!”

NOT AGAIN!

“Game over, kid.” Monty effortlessly yanked Ranboo off his feet, hoisting him over the edge of the nearby railing to let him hang freely in the air. Ranboo tried not to look down, knowing it was nothing but a straight drop down to the golf course below. Not entirely unprepared, he used both of his hands to grip onto Monty’s arm and tried to give himself at least a little extra room, but Monty’s unrelenting grip continued to crush harder into his windpipe. His legs flailed uselessly underneath him, only serving to occasionally smack against the metal railing and allowing jolts of pain to spread up his shins from the impact. 

Ranboo could feel the oncoming unconsciousness, desperately trying to gasp for air before Monty suddenly started laughing and hauled him back over the edge. Confusion spread first, before giving way to panic as Monty launched him down the catwalk and he collided hard with the metal grates. His already empty lungs lost what little air they had left, his vision exploding with spiraling white shapes that threatened to not fade as he coughed and sputtered. He heard Monty approaching him again before he could see anything, all of the animatronic’s steps slow and deliberate—as if stalking after him.

Tears blurred his vision even as it began to clear, him scrambling backwards as fast as he could to try and keep some distance between him and Monty before he felt his back collide with more railings. “Well—! This is—! Not good—!”

His attempt to use the railing for support to get back on his feet had the metal creaking, his eyes widening as he felt it give way beneath his weight without any warning. A shallow breath caught in his throat as he began falling, dazed hands shooting out in every direction to try and catch onto something—anything—so he wouldn’t plummet to what he assumed would be his death at the hands of the mini golf course below. He was nearly eye level with the catwalk when one of his hands managed to grab hold of the broken railing beside him, the metal groaning and shifting but this time holding his weight as he was now dangling off the side. He heard Monty laugh and his retreating footsteps as he tried to get himself breathing again.

He must assume I fell off… I need to get up and get him with the bucket while he’s here.

Payback time, you stupid loser gator.

He managed to ignore his racing heart as he swung himself so he could grab onto the edge of the catwalk with his free hand, before then letting go of the railing and throwing his other arm up onto it as well. He heard Monty stop as he huffed, pushing with strained arms to get even the smallest portion of his body onto the catwalk and prevent him from falling. He made eye contact with Monty as he finally heaved a deeper breath and threw his torso up onto the catwalk, a smirk forming as he slowly dragged his body back up and out of the immediate danger below. Both of his hands were bleeding as he dug his fingers into grate holes to get a better grip to pull himself up, the places that were rubbed raw in the daycare finally splitting open and leaving bloody handprints below him as he clambered back up to his feet. Monty seemed surprised, and the two stared each other down before Ranboo realized Monty was positioned perfectly below the bucket and he was standing right beside the button.

A relieved laugh escaped him as he hovered a hand over the button, grinning at Monty as he finally activated the bucket and heard it begin to tip over. “See you later, alligator.” 

The bucket tipped over in one smooth motion, spilling multicolored golf balls everywhere as Monty turned and looked up at it. The bucket was heavy enough that it crushed Monty’s snout as he grappled to push it off upon impact, the bucket teetering out of its spot and denting the metal railing beside Monty. The catwalk quickly gave way with a metallic screech, a half-crushed Monty slipping and falling through the broken floor with the now loose bucket and balls. He roared one final time before landing on the stage, casing shattered and pink sunglasses gone from his shorted out eyes.

“...I can’t believe I just said that with a straight face.” Ranboo mumbled, embarrassed, hiding his face in his still bloody hands as he peeked through his fingers to see Monty’s mangled body on the stage below. “I thought when I finally got him decommissioned it would be all cool and badass, but I really think I missed the mark for that one, at least as far as one-liners go. I’ve gotta get better at that.”

Exhausted and out of immediate danger, Ranboo glanced around only to realize he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to get down.

“...dammit.”

[yellowhearther0]

posts abt ppl complaining and genuinely upset (which is valid ofc) that every1 is against tommy, tubbo, and ranboo (whom of which are all children and have arguably been put in the worst situations of every1 on the server) and how that truly isn't fair because [insert really well written essay here] (/rp) showing up on my dash:

me, who literally just wants to vibe:

[toomuchracket]

Atpoaim 2. Im so obsessed with the parts where Matty seems genuine. Let’s discuss… How does GF fit into it all? Maybe it’s her and George that come in at the end, laughing their heads off. Maybe there’s a clip of her sitting next to the closed suitcase, having a casual conversation with Matty inside it, as if she is used to it. Maybe Matty mentions her when talking to that artist about the importance of relationships.

yes to absolutely everything you said - maybe when matty's hand pokes out of the suitcase you're like "you meet jenna ortega at snl ONCE and now you're pretending to be thing? christ" lol. also think you'd be sharing the joint with matty in the bit where he's smoking into the ceiling vent so it's both of you looking panicked when the door goes (that frame actually almost made me piss myself laughing), and he'd be sitting between your legs snuggled into you when they're all singing shania twain and whatever backstage. i also think that on YOUR birthday they release a special episode of atpoaim subtitled like "an alternate perspective" or "reflections of a muse" and it's literally just a whole episode of you!! and a lot of it is just alternate camera angles of the things matty has already done so you're in frame or focus, and you fleabag talk/react to camera in the most self-aware ways. like when he's watching that vid at the start of ep 1, the focus is you with the covers pulled over your head going "for fuck's sake", or his mirror sections are you looking dead at the camera going "me when i'm normal" or "it's giving kendall from succession, no?", or saying "bro thinks he's taylor swift" when matty gets into the suitcase, or doing an "oof" grimace at anything he says that's a bit weird. and then there's like whole sections of just you - maybe you're out on the street and a group of fans spot you and say hi, and you say hi back then once you've passed them you turn to the camera totally deadpan like "it's so fun knowing that some of those people probably want me dead". or like a clip of matty ranting to you about something inane and you're reading a book going "mhmm" "yeah" "uh huh" "agreed" at regular intervals and then mouthing along to whatever he's saying because you've heard it so many times, or one of you making faces when he's trialling song lyrics on you. and like maybe the end is him on the laptop in bed with you lying next to him and you just slam it shut after a few minutes and just drag him to you and the screen fades to black there lol. and people love it! it's fun! <3

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Welcome to the cinnamon cafe!

-Mayoi Ayase-

MC: welcome to the cinnamon cafe--

Stare at Mayoi who trying to not be seen as he blend in to the wall.

MC: should I ignore that your trying to blend in the yellow wall or not.

Mayoi, cries as he failed to be a ninja: please ignore me!

MC:... Ok there's a table for people like you in the far corner where you can view everyone but everyone cannot view you.

Point at the special table you place for mayoi.

Mayoi: thank you! 💕

- Tatsumi Kazehaya -

MC: welcome to the cinnamon cafe!

Tatsumi: good morning! I would like some tea!

MC: ok!

...

Tatsumi: hey is Mayoi around here or something?

MC, looks at Mayoi who's looking at Shinobo dining in the other table in his special table in the corner of your eyes : no.

Tatsumi: lying is bad you know :D .no tip for you then.

MC: >:/ we don't accept tips. We accept credit cards.

- Aira Shiratori -

Aira: MC!

MC: yes?

Aira: can you turn down the AC... I keep having chills. Brr...

MC look at Mayoi who's eating grapes while looking at Aira and you.

MC: I see. Ok.

MC, turn down the AC: is this better.

Aira: probably...??

MC:... Ok. Anyway here's a merchandise from the kiddy meal.

Aira, Gasp: >:( I'm not a kid!

Aira who then takes the merchandise; when is the next batch...?

MC: next week

- Hiiro Amagi -

MC: welcome to the cinnamon cafe... Wait was it cinnamon rolls or . Whatever. Anyway what can I get you.

Hiiro: can I have a large serving of omelette! Also burger steak!

MC: ok...

...

Hiiro who spot Mayoi in the corner: MAYOI! NICE TO SEE YOU!

Mayoi: !!!!

Mayoi fled to the vent

MC, with the steak and omelette:..

MC: there's a door.

- Rinne Amagi -

MC: we don't allow people who only treat this place as a hang out place.

Rinne, show a credit card: what if I have this.

MC: please come inside your majesty. I am your humble servant.

...

The card is rejected because it's empty

MC:

MC look at Rinne direction but his gone

MC: ...fuck. my money.

-Niki Shiina-

MC: sorry Niki your so called husband get your paycheck cut in haft.

Niki who's looking and smelling something up in the vent: huh..? Oh. Ok. That's nothing new lol. Mayo been up in the vent since earlier.

MC:...

MC the proceed to get ladder and unlock the vent

MC, push a fake red button on the vent: susamongus, your voted out.

Mayoi: eekk! I'm not hanging out here for no reason at all! Totally not because I'm watching you or anything!

MC: ... Just buy something so I let you stay here and do what you want.

Mayoi: then I'll get a cupcake...

MC: ok.

- HiMERU -

MC: welcome to cinnamon cafe...

HiMERU: I would like some slice of cake.

MC: I see. Then I'll be up with your order.

...

Door bell.

MC: welcome to cinnamon --

MC:...

MC look at HiMERU (?) Who's smiling widely as he enter the cafe.

MC: am I getting paid enough for this...

MC: what can I get you?

HiMERU (?): I want a whole cake!

MC: I see. You want a diabetes. Then I shall get your order.

- Kohaku Oukawa -

MC: welcome to cinnamon cafe. We don't sell Japanese sweets today, we do sell diabetic size cake with a side toothache. And some other dishes clearly written in the menu.

HiMERU(?), in the background being pulled in the ear by HiMERU: UWAAAAHH BROTHER?! S-STOP IT!

Kohaku and MC: ...

Kohaku: I'll have mocha tea please.

MC: ok.

...

- Madara Mikejima -

MC: welcome to cinnamon cafe.

Madara: my child! Mama miss you!

MC:...

Madara flash a credit card: does my child miss mama too?

MC, quickly become tearful: mama! I miss you!

Madara, hugs your and spin you around: good good!

[real-jane]

nftn (bonus): the girl

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: what happens after bucky meets *the girl.*

warnings: bucky only has one foot in reality, is v dramatic as per usual

word count: 1,681

a/n: the first in a series of BONUS baby companion pieces to ‘nostalgia for the new’! this is the direct aftermath of the first instance that Bucky meets reader, as described by Sam in his toast in part 10. :) (i just keep getting ideas for little things to add to nftn, so at this rate it may never officially end lol.)

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The stainless steel elevator doors had horizontal scratch marks not waist high, from agents in too much of a hurry to wait for them to slide fully open. The grating at the base was worn flat in a way that any metal that wasn’t vibranium did. Each illuminated button glowed extra bright the moment it was summoned to an upper floor, and then dimmed with a settled flicker until the lift reached its destination–and for a split-second, they all glowed. The red number above the door hovered there until the doors closed again, regardless of whether or not the elevator gained an occupant.

The tinny ding made Bucky wince. Floor six. He tugged on his earlobe, but the metallic bell hung on a frequency that had him wondering for a moment if he was going to pass out, a piercing thing. He popped his jaw, but it sat there, right behind his ear canal.

He scooted to the corner to make room for one person to join him from the sixth floor. His fellow rider had cherry red sneakers with mesh across the toes, and the laces were twisted by someone in haste. The wearer wore white tube socks, pulled up–like someone who gets frequent shin splints. Like Sam. Bucky looked up.

When did Sam’s face have real definition to it? Hadn’t Sam Wilson always been a faint blur at his side, someone who tolerated him, but never seemed quite corporeal? He had a quizzical brow. His lips were moving, and Bucky watched without listening to what they said, exactly. Sam patted his cheek. Hard.

“Hello?” Sam’s voice reverberated in the otherwise empty elevator. Bucky blinked.

“Yeah. Yep.” He shook his head to bring back the cloudiness which dimmed his whole world to a faintly fogged-over grayscale. Try as he might…

Bucky Barnes was awake. Fully. Maybe for the first time.

He looked at Sam, really peered at him.

“Where did you just come from?” Sam’s phone was in his hand, screen unlocked like he was about to take action of some kind.

“A, uh… a girl–” Bucky stopped. “Sam. I… shit.”

Sam shook his head. “Oh. A girl? Do go on.”

“No, it’s just–I slept on eight. In the hallway.”

“...Last night?”

“Yeah.” Bucky’s gaze slid to the button with an eight printed on it, worn where the two circles joined from thousands of presses. The number became nonsense the longer he stared at it. Circles, adjoining, turning on their side, becoming corneas, then irises–hers–and then spinning records on an endless turntable, and then–

“Are you good good, or should I be worried?”

Bucky’s attention bungeed back to the world of acute knowingness, where the scratches in the elevator doors were obvious and Sam wore red sneakers, and there was a girl and... Bucky grabbed Sam’s shoulders, looked him dead in the eye without daring to blink, and quieted his racing heart.

“There’s a doll–girl. On eight. Listens to swing music.”

Sam twisted his mouth in that way where he was trying not to poke fun at something Bucky was saying. Something he did a lot. Right? Bucky had always noticed it but never really clocked it for what it was. But then, Wilson smiled a little. He raised an eyebrow.

“A girl, huh?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah. She likes my music.”

“How did you discover this?”

“I heard it really late last night through the vents,” Bucky remembered. It had been so clear… “So. I followed it to eight, and I sat down next to her door–”

“Because knocking would’ve been creepy as hell.”

“Right.”

“So, you… fell asleep.”

“Yes. She found me just now.”

“That’s embarrassing.” Sam shook him off as the elevator retreated for the smaller numbered floors once again, having crested in the penthouse but not received a Stark as payment for its journey there.

“Yeah,” Bucky breathed. He rucked his cuffs up to his elbows, as if part of his embarrassment was being seen in long sleeves.

“Was she cute?”

The man, who had spent seven decades in service of an organization who routinely wiped his short term memory with thousands of volts of electricity, recalled her face clearer than he had ever seen anything in his life. Clearer than his own face in a mirror, clearer than Sam’s worried and amused and slightly judgmental expression. Bucky tried and failed to bite back a rush of embarrassment, toeing at the faux marbled-linoleum tile.

“Cute. Yeah.” If ‘cute’ were a sufficient way to describe the first flame of warmth after a lifetime of being numb, then yes. She was cute. Cute like a bolt of lightning.

“That’s good, man. You met a girl.”

Bucky’s head snapped up. He looked at Sam in panic. “I… I did.”

“What else do you know about her?”

“Um. She’s spec ops. Her name… shit.” Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “257. Agent 257.”

Sam practically gasped. “Your mystery girl is Y/n? Buck–that is some girl, man.”

“...is that a good thing?”

His friend… no, his primary best friend, really (when Steve Rogers wasn’t around, and Bucky had any amount of lucidity), let out a long breath. “That is a very good thing. I know her pretty well.”

Bucky reached over without looking and pressed the button to stop the elevator, making the emergency break deploy. The elevator abruptly halted just below the fifth floor. Immediately, the pleasant voice of FRIDAY began instructing both men not to panic, but the Falcon muted the speaker.

Sam crossed his arms and waited.

Bucky ran his hands over his face, and turned in three full circles, before bracing his hands on his knees to find the words to say what was going on inside his chest right about then.

“Please tell me more.”

Sam was quiet, but he smiled. He clasped Bucky’s shoulder. He squeezed. Hard. “Man. I… yeah. What do you wanna know?”

“Everything.”

***

Neither Bucky or Sam went to the gym that day, for the first day in a long time. Instead, the recovering Winter Soldier could be seen for several hours in the morning sitting on a bench at the curve of the path around the compound’s pond that was least obscured by trees, next to a man who might one day inherit an Avenger’s title. Bucky was silent, while his companion shared all that he knew about a girl–a woman, Sam reminded him–who lived on the eighth floor. It wasn’t hope that strangled him, listening to the other man describe the woman with whom he had shared a short elevator ride, but… awareness. He had been floating through the walls, hovering always on a distant plane with no real ground below him. Until now.

Now, the world was wider, and the woman was in it, too. He had to see her again. Just to know that his memory was accurate and reliable.

A long time passed, just sharing a bench with Sam. Bucky didn’t want to stand up, for fear that it would all fade away, but… “If it’s of any interest to you, she’s single,” Sam said gently.

Bucky folded in half, practically, leaning on his knees. He covered his mouth with both hands like he didn’t trust himself unmuzzled. He glanced at Sam, who was smirking and sitting back, arms crossed.

“Just saying.”

Bucky stammered. “I’m not–that’s not–”

“Mhm,” Sam snorted. “But if you were, and it was…”

“Wanna finish that?”

“I’m gonna let you do that, buddy. But… if you want my opinion?”

Bucky nodded once.

“Get yourself a woman like that, and you’ll be set. For life.”

“It’s not like that,” Bucky said, but he chewed the words like he didn’t want them to be true. God. Who was he to be thinking like that, anyway? One night and he was letting some woman get to him…

For once, when he closed his eyes, the image that greeted him wasn’t the terrifying stranglehold of darkness. The space behind his eyelids was peaceful. His mind’s eye was burnished orange from the sunshine, and one little trumpet lick tumbled lip-over-bell between his grey matter… Benny, of course.

Bucky was back there in his mind, at her door again. And she turned over her shoulder just as he woke in surprise, over and over again. He saw her for the first time, a million times. She was a story he told himself, like he used to tell his Ma about a film he had seen for a nickel.

She looked at me and I surfaced, Ma. I saw her and she wasn’t like Carole Lombard behind a vaseline-coated lens, all glowing and lit to perfection–meant to be looked at, but only admired from afar.

She saw me, too. Nobody sees me.

“Gotta gimme something here,” Sam said, nudging his shoulder. Bucky looked at him. He nodded. Sam nodded, and thumbed down the path from whence they had come several hours prior.

His legs were made of lead, but Bucky kept up. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted.

“She happens to eat lunch around noon in the community caf every day. Should you like to run into her again.”

“Is that a good idea?” Bucky’s throat was trying to close in on itself.

Sam shrugged. “Worth a try.”

“...how?”

“How, like... how do you talk to a woman?" Bucky's silence was enough to make Sam wince. "I haven’t had enough caffeine for this… lemme buy you a cup of coffee in said caf, and we’ll talk strategy.”

“That coffee is free.”

“If you don’t want the coffee–”

“No, no,” Bucky said quickly, near panic, “I want the coffee. I would like the coffee, thank you.”

Sam shook with laughter. “I thought you might.”

It would take a long time before Bucky could reconcile how he came to that particular moment–how the world conspired to put him at the door of a woman who owned a little piece of his distant life. How he could be so fortunate, after everything, that she–the doll, the girl… the woman…

was You.

***

other drabbles in the nftn universe:

if this is all we have

after prague

what happened in paris

the heir

birds

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