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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years ago

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Season 4, Episode 10: An Extremely Chaotic and Incoherent Review

The Good:

LISTEN

YOU CAN'T JUST HAVE THESE GUYS PULL OUT THE MOST APT STAR WARS PREQUEL MEMES OF ALL TIME

AND NOT THINK I'M GONNA SHIP THE SHIT OUT OF THEM

DID ELI REALLY JUST SAY DEM SHOULD PULL AN "IT'S OVER ANAKIN I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND" ON ROBBY

WITH A STRAIGHT FACE

I can't with this man

I can 100% not tell if these boys are memeing or actually taking karate advice from the Star Wars prequels but honestly??? I fucking love it either way

Dumbasses (affectionate)

ALSO the absolutely doe-eyed way Eli looks at Demetri when he says "you're taller!!" Yeah you like your men taller, don't you, short king?

Come to think of it Eli has been basically nonstop giving Demetri doe eyes all season

Maybe that's just what his face looks like?

Nah he's still kinda smug smirking at the beginning of the season

But he does become very apt at looking like a sad puppy

I swear this fucker still looks at Demetri like he hung the sun though

Ohhhhh Demetri just going RUTHLESSLY at Robby fills me with LIFE

Demetri Alexopoulos and Robby Keene mortal enemies WHEN

Still morbidly satisfying to see all that paralysis, shaving, and dojo-betraying beef explode out of my boy Demetri in one fell swoop

Oh shit!!! The head kick!!! The THROWDOWN!!! We are at last seeing a glimpsed of the unhinged Demetri I have craved for so long, keep being scary my love

DID HE JUST DO THE "COME AT ME BRO" HAND MOVEMENT

OH HE IS SO PISSED

Seeing this gay nerd be aggressive and intense as hell is ascending me into nirvana

He has found his inner craving for violence and destruction, and I think that's very valid of him

Truly he and Eli are kindred spirits in ways S1 Demetri never could have imagined

You gotta love some irony

He's gone from yeeting out of every bad situation to being like "this dude shaved off my boyfriend's gay-ass hairdo and now I'm going to beat him to kingdom come"

You know what that is? GROWTH

Poor Daniel though, he's like "Oh no :( :( :( My karate sons are fighting :( :( :("

This man has too many karate children

He was The Karate Kid ONE time and then he was like "Shit I'd better raise 5 more"

Okay, it needs to be said: The Anthony-apologizes-to-Kenny scene 400000000% reads like Anthony has just the BIGGEST FUCKING GAY CRUSH on Kenny

"Uh...hey dude...I...uh...saw your match out there...and ...uh...uh...I saw Robby compete last year..."

Literally have not spoken this way once in my entire life to someone I did not hope to eventually kiss

I WILL say that as of right now, I am unsure if said crush is reciprocated, but like...

Anthony LaRusso has got it BAD

"Tell me how it felt" "Well like...not...great?" Me tryna impress my crush with my fire empathy skills be like

*Watches Kenny punch the crap out of Anthony* Yeah okay that's fair

*Grabs face* "Get ready for high school next year, because you're gonna be in a world of pain :D" UM

That DEFINITELY had some not-very-straight undertones and I refuse to elaborate beyond that

Actually this could very well be the beginning of a mutual violence-peppered homoerotic obsession

All right, game fucking on

"Anthony are you okay?" "LEAVE ME ALONE" "I just--" "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE" *yeets away at top speed* I mean yeah I'd react like that too if my crush just punched me in the stomach 30 times

Are Demetri and Eli sitting next to each other while the Sam-Tory semifinals are going on ;_;

I'm headcanoning that Eli is helping to patch Demetri up and is holding ice packs to his bruises and stuff and no one can stop me

"IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY JOHNNY" Mr. John Kreese sir this is like the 5th time you've asked Johnny to join you, it ain't gonna happen

Kreese is really like the creepy friendzoned neckbeard guy who asked you out every few months in hopes you've magically changed your mind and are going to fall passionately in love with him

Like my dude just give it up already, it's never gonna happen

Local Evil Sensei Tries To Take A Jab At Former Student's Relationship With Adopted Son, Thinks It's Actually A Tactical Maneuver. More at 6

"Tonight, Cobra Kai's gonna die" YEAH YOU TELL HIM JOHNNY

ABSOLUTE CINEMA

Actually you know what??? Miguel actually LISTENED to his body and didn't push himself to the point of getting hurt, GOOD FOR HIM

Like everyone in this show takes this children's karate tournament too seriously and Miguel was like "this is all kinda bullshit actually"

PROUD OF HIM for doing something for himself and not to impress an adult!!!

MIGUEL AND SAMMMMMM

Ain't nothing can truly tear these wholesome karate straights apart ;___;

SAM'S IMMEDIATE CONCERN, AW

LOVE them bonding over their fathers/father figures being petty little bitches who are like "fight my way or Imma throw a fit wah wah"

"I just wanna let you know that..." *pained sigh* OH MY GOD HE WAS GONNA DROP AN "I LOVE YOU" WASN'T HE

OH LAWD

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT

"I'm always rooting for you, Sam" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (affectionate)

LOVELY KISS 12/10

It's just so soft and sweet and I

Yeah they're in love sorry, no matter what arbitrary conflicts the plot throws at them!!! They'll find a way!!!

THE WAY MIGUEL WATCHES HER GOOOOO AAAAAAAAA

Poor Gianni Decenzo, he has to deal with tumblr user demetriandelibinaryboyfriends doing an in-depth analysis of his every facial expression

For example, when Eli says "this is my chance to get back at Robby for what he did to me" Demetri is looking at my boy with literally more soft concern and love than I've ever seen in my life

L M A O Demetri actually looks like he frowns a little bit when Daniel says "this fight isn't about him"

Like "actually Eli I think you have every right to pound him into the ground"

Yeah Eli!!! Atta boy!!! Find balance and stuff!!!

Retain the essence of the gay little purple mohawk!!!

Not Demetri looking anxious as hell as Eli walks out onto the mat

Nothing new but I just think it's neat

"He trained at Miyagi Do way longer than me" *cue intensely concerned look from Demetri* Okay fr how has Demetri not gotten an anxiety attack yet, with all this worrying about Eli he's doing

Eli wailing on Robby to avenge the 'hawk!!! We love to see it!!!

Love that Eli lands a massive fucking kick in the middle of Robby's stomach and Demetri just starts clapping in the background, this fucker is so proud and impressed and is daydreaming about giving Eli Moskowitz a victory kiss actually

Demetri goes from looking anxious as fuck in the background to smiling whenever Eli lands a hit, this motherfucker's in love sorry

Damn Eli you really tryna rip this fucker's shirt off?

Like listen I know you'd like to see men topless but this is not the time nor the place

Besides, Demetri would gladly do it if you asked nicely

"Any advice on the last point?" *cut to Demetri looking up at Eli like he hung every last star in the sky* THIS IS UNFAIR

Gianni and Jacob need to STOP looking at each other Like That because I know nothing's going to happen with it and it is KILLING me

“Give him all you got” *world’s most dramatic swell of music like this is the most profound advice in existence* I can’t with this show, it’s so fucking ridiculous (affectionate)

Okay yes it's been said many times before but they can't SERIOUSLY have Robby throw his gi to his girlfriend and then have Eli throw his gi to DEMETRI and NOT know damn well what that implies????

It's bad enough there's a shitton of Samiguel/Elimetri parallels, now there's Keenry parallels too????

Like what the fuck are you DOING with that if you don't want us to think these two are being foreshadowed to date??? Or like...be romantically involved in some way??? O_o

And uh...the way Eli looks Demetri dead in the eye and flexes/rolls his shoulders DOES NOT FUCKING HELP

Like what you doing showing off your body to Demetri like that??? What, you want him to touch it tenderly???

Absolutely loving Demetri's look of shock too, like "wAIT, HE'S INTO THIS??? HE'S ACTUALLY GAY FOR ME TOO???"

Took you long enough you IDIOT

Anyways so since Tory and Robby made out in a car and then Robby tossed Tory his gi, we can conclude that Eli and Demetri are going to make out in a car next season

Preferably while road tripping in Mexico looking for Miguel

Still a big fan of Demetri looking tense as hell in the background

I would have KILLED to get a more clear shot of Demetri's face when Robby had Eli pinned down and was about to punch him out

I'm betting he was fighting literally every instinct to run and save his mans

Demetri's face when Eli gets his shoulder hurt and winces in pain D:

FUCKING HELL

IF THEY DON'T WANT ME TO SHIP IT WHY DO THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THEY'RE IN LOVE

Demetri RUNNING to him when he wins, HELP

HOW LOUDLY HE'S CHEERING AND CLAPPING WHEN ELI TAKES THE TROPHY

My GOD have I never seen Demetri that happy and proud <3

And y'all were saying Demetri resents Eli's mad fighting skills and is intimidated by his ass-kicking abilities??? Get fucked

LOVE how jazzed Chris is about Eli winning, it’s so fucking pure

Love how wholly the Miyagi-Dos in general have forgiven Eli, even if we barely got to see it D:

"YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" my GOD does this poor traumatized bird boy deserve that win

HELL YEAH I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU, YOU FUNKY LITTLE HAWK MAN YOU

Real Keenry hours!!! Love how aware they are of each other's mental/emotional state and how quick they are to jump in and check in with each other

AMANDA AND TORY AAAAAAAAAA

Tory saying "thank you, I owe you" to Amanda is honestly a HUGE step, I'm proud of her! Accepting when other people want to help you and showing gratitude for it gives me hope she's on the way to a better headspace <3

Honestly good on Amanda for being so determined to help Tory! I'm with her, as juicy as the Sam-Tory rivalry is, I kind of hope that fight is gonna help end all the bullshit between them

Like they don't gotta be buddies but maybe they can like. Chill out with the trying to beat the crap out of each other and whatnot

Could it be??? Daniel and Johnny??? APOLOGIZING??? And admitting each other's karate and karate-teaching styles don't totally suck???

IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

Like don't get me wrong, I'm irked as hell that it took this long, but better late than never

I CAN'T BELIEVE MIYAGI FANG IS CANON

FANSERVICE???

BUT AMAZING FANSERVICE

KARATE HUSBANDS BACK TOGETHER

When Sam's getting ready to fight, Demetri and Eli are talking in the background and Eli's just got this pure sweet little smile on his face ;__;

And Demetri's grinning at him too, probably telling him what a good job he did!!! I CRI

Y'know I warned y'all that I was gonna see these two standing next to each other and claim they were in love, and I was right

"Bonsai Badass" Damn right she is!!!

DANIEL CORRECTING THE ANNOUNCER THAT JOHNNY'S ALSO A TWO-TIME CHAMP AWWWWWWW

Is the show finally gonna let these two be homoerotic friends instead of homoerotic rivals????

One can only hope

I love Dem and Eli smiling and clapping proudly in the background when Johnny gets announced as a two-time AVT champ, like...that may be a disaster idiot chaos Sensei, but god damn it, that's our disaster idiot chaos Sensei!!!

LIVING for Sam and Johnny's relationship and I'd BETTER see more of it in Season 5, dammit!!!

JUST!!! The casual "all right LaRusso, you ready to kick some ass?" Like he has so much faith in her that he's not even really MODERATELY concerned about her not kicking ass. Iconic

"YES SENSEI!!! If...that's okay with my other sensei?" I am Dead

DANIEL GIVING SAM HIS BLESSING TO KICK ASS, LEGENDARY

Demetri and Eli being interested in the Sam-Tory fight in the background, but not looking like they're feeling the same kind of mind-numbing anxiety that they had to when they watched each other fight D:

ELI JUST CARRYING HIS HUGE-ASS TROPHY AROUND

AND PUTTING IT IN FRONT OF HIM WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE

Mohawk or no, there's definitely a Cocky Fuck streak in this boy and I love that for him

It's a super brief shot but Eli's face when Sam scores a point is ADORABLE

Samantha LaRusso and Eli Moskowitz chaotic battle besties WHEN?

I'm telling you, Sam, Eli, Demetri, and Miguel would be such a perfectly balanced (heh, geddit, BALANCE? Like Miyagi-Do???) squad

Like Eli and Sam would be the chaotic troublemakers and Demetri and Miguel are the tired-but-loyal good bois who try very hard to keep their significant others out of trouble

But occasionally Sam is a bad influence on Miguel and/or Eli is a bad influence on Demetri, and shenanigans occur ~"Your dad's right, every now and then" PLEASE

They are HUSBANDS

He's basically just saying "Mind your other father!" and it's EXCELLENT

I can't believe Samantha LaRusso has TWO karate dads now

It's honestly what she deserves

AW, Tory's genuine guilt over elbowing Sam D:

She's growing!!! I'm proud of her!!!

OHOOHOO THE EVIL KARATE HUSBANDS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN

SO SPICY

Ooooooohhhhh I am a BIG fan of that music that plays while Tory is circling Sam!!! Zesty AF!!!

DEMETRI BEING WORRIED IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN SAM GETS STOMACH-KICKED

Man poor Demetri, he's had to watch basically all of his friends get they asses beat in one afternoon

Except for Moon

And she kissed his crush so like

Still not a good time for our boy

"Hey, you all right?" *sobbing*

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS??? GROWTH

I'm so proud of Tory!!! Last season she was being a little shit but now she's my daughter and I love her!

Happy for her for winning that trophy!!! Like as much as I wanted Sam to win, Tory's had a rough go of it pretty much her whole life and it's awesome that she knows now that there's something she's unquestionably amazing at ;_;

AW JOHNNY RUBBING SAM'S BACK

THAT'S HIMS DAUGHTER

EMOTIONAL

Terry Silver being menacing and wreaking mayhem, love it

"What's an Uber" JOHNNY ABDUOZYLVCVWD

TORY'S FACE WHEN SHE FINDS OUT THE REF WAS BRIBED, NOOOOOOOO

YOOOOO this show knows how to make BITCHIN' night city shots

Okay you know what??? I wasn't really rooting for a Johnny-Robby reconciliation because Robby ain't obligated to forgive the most deadbeat dad in the world but FUCK

That hug scene was sweet, I'll admit it ;__;

"You had a good thing going with LaRusso and then I got in the way" YEAH SAY IT

You know what??? At least he's owning up to it

Hope for Daniel-Robby reconciliation??? Hope for Daniel-Robby reconciliation!

TERRY YOU SNAKE IN THE GRASS

No pun intended heh heh

Tfw you're getting too caught up in your gay crush, so you get him arrested so he can't distract you anymore

We've all been there, amirite???

Honestly good for him though, Kreese WAS being a shit to him

Always down for evil karate husbands drama!

Get fucked John Kreese, enjoy jail you big loser

I can't believe Terry Fucking Silver is running the karate scene in the valley now

Does this mean Demetri and Eli will finally get to dramatically protect each other next season

I sure fucking hope so

WAAAAAAH CITY NIGHT SHOTS

LOSING MY MIND

Am I easily impressed? Yes, and it makes my life tremendously better than it would be if I had high standards

NOOOOO MIGUEL DON'T GO YOU HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU SO MUCH

What you need another dad for??? You've already got not one but TWO karate dads, smh

Although in fairness I get wanting to define himself outside of karate, since he more or less MADE karate his identity for like...2 years

"Don't worry I'll be safe" YOU'RE A 17 YEAR OLD DUDE ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO TRAVELING BY BUS I AM NOT REASSURED

YEAH JOHNNY GO GET YOUR KARATE SON PLEASE

Take Demetri, Eli, and Sam while you're at it!!! That's their boy and they love him!!!

I feel like at LEAST Sam is gonna twist his arm until he lets her tag along

And then Dem and Eli are gonna follow him anyways XD

Yeah yeah something something "they have to participate in the karate war!" Okay but have you considered that I want them to go on a homoerotic road trip of self-discovery to find their bestie?

AH HEY WHAT UP CHOZEN MY MAN

I guess you could say he’s been...chozen to help

The Bad:

Whilst Demetri becoming Mildly Unhinged during his Robby fight is excellent, I would like to see him be even more unhinged

Like take that unhinged and multiply it by at least 3

I just think Mr. Demetri Alexopoulos should get to become extremely angry and scary and freak out the entirety of the AVT audience with his rage

As a treat

I know I have said this before but I truly cannot emphasize it enough

Also that fight was over way too damn fast, like

While I understand why Dem lost, I wanted him to wail on Robby for at least twice as long before he got beat

Johnny nagging Miguel to keep fighting after his back acts up??? Mmmmmm I don't like this, I don't like this at all

It just feels kinda icky and OOC??? Like I feel like Johnny would NEVER push Miguel to fight if there was a chance he could get seriously hurt again, like

Miguel breaking his back and getting paralyzed FUCKED Johnny up, I feel like he'd freak out if there was like...even a SMALL chance that injury could relapse and Miguel could get seriously hurt again

Like I feel like (especially since he's dating Carmen now) he'd go into Overprotective Dad Mode like "NO if your back is acting up you gotta go home because I am NOT letting you get hurt again"

Like yes I know the dojo's at stake here, but like...I still think ultimately Johnny would value Miguel's safety more???

Oh my god is her seriously bringing his petty Daniel beef into this???

Y'ALL SHOULD SERIOUSLY BE OVER THIS NONSENSE BY NOW

Smdh

I don't know whether to laugh or cry over the fact that this show genuinely thinks that occasionally panning to a shot of Moon cheering and clapping for Eli is going to make us ship them

Like Demetri is also cheering and clapping for Eli and we get like 10x as many shots of it so idk what to tell you

I think Hawk should have tried to tear Demetri's shirt off during one of their S2 or S3 fights

I think that would've been funny

Like why does Robby get the shirt-tearing treatment but Demetri never did, when Demetri's the one Hawk is painfully horny for???

I'd like to speak to management

Okay listen if the throwing-gi-to-SO parallel with Keenry AND the looking-Demetri-dead-in-the-eyes-and-flexing bit both turn out to just be even more egregious queerbaiting I am going to murder someone

Like you don't just accidentally make that many gay writing choices

I have a bad feeling these fuckers are leading us all on for Potential Diversity Points and I'm gonna smack a bitch over it

LET THE KARATE NERDS DATE

Ffs Eli covered up his Moon tattoo with a GRIM REAPER TATTOO, if this isn't the PERFECT narrative symbolism for that relationship being dead!!!

LET IT STAY DEAD!!!

Man I'm getting fired up again

I should start martial arts up again so I can kick and punch and elbow my queerbaiting anger away

Mentioned earlier but hey Mr. Cobra Kai sir??? It is an actual CRIME that we did not get to see Demetri's face when Eli was pinned down and about to be KO'ed with a big boi punch

Was he terrified??? Was he brutally enraged and ready to commit murder??? Was he both??? FUCKING TELL ME

Look as much as I love Chris and I love him bear-hugging Eli

I'm gonna say it, it should have been Demetri

Why will this show not let these two have just the biggest fucking bear hug??? Are y'all worried it's gonna look too gay????

Really far too late to cover your bases there

Also I need my headcanon to be fed that Demetri is stingy with physical affection with everyone except for Eli

Anyways if this show ain't gonna let Demetri and Eli kiss the LEAST they can do is give me a very long and very warm hug!!!

Lmfao there's Moon again

What, like she can't cheer for her friends platonically??? Fuck all the way OFF, the fact that she is not allowed to be a platonic cheerleader for both Dem and Eli is character assassination actually

Look I just think Demetri should have been allowed to give Eli one (1) victory smooch in front of the entire AVT audience after Eli won

Maybe even two!!!

TELL me that shit wouldn't have been poetic fucking cinema

Like talk about a way to restore Eli's confidence!!!

“I'm proud of you and I'm proud to love you and I'm going to show both of these things off to the entire world actually”

Bonus points if Demetri lifts up Eli with his absurd upper body strength like in that one behind the scenes pic

And just lets Eli sit on his hands while they smooch basically

Like just an AVT karate champion and his adoring boyfriend who would do anything for him, don't mind them

Anyways Demetri has been like...infinitely more actively supportive of Eli's karate endeavors and Eli in general this season than Moon

Like he is fucking THERE for Eli through everything and helps and encourages him throughout the tournament and tells him that he is Better Than He Thinks He Is and is SO DAMN PROUD of him when he wins

Meanwhile Moon had like...two polite exchanges with him over the course of an ENTIRE SEASON and she was mildly friendly and encouraging, so they HAVE to date I guess

Anyways it's some bullshit

I hate this ship so much

Whilst I am THRILLED that Daniel and Johnny are reconciling and teaming up again, I am BEYOND frustrated that it took this damn long

"Just for today" Why tho??? Ya'll fuckers have CLEARLY seen that the kids benefit from learning both styles and combining them, so why not make this combined dojo learning business a semi-regular thing???

I get being this stubborn and insistent about your karate method back in like...S1 and S2

But these dudes should really be over this by now

Like have y'all writers heard of CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT???

LET JOHNNY AND DANIEL GROW PAST THEIR STUPID SHALLOW RIVALRY AND LET IT ACTUALLY STICK

So I get Kreese finally starting to feel a little bad about what he did to Johnny, but like...that alone isn't supposed to redeem him, right??? RIGHT???

Like having him not be 100% evil and giving him a redeeming/humanizing trait is all fine and good, BUT

That alone isn't enough to make up for like...50+ years of fuckery and being generally a rancid piece of shit

Anyways happy this fucker's in jail now actually

Wish he coulda taken his ex-husband with him, but I guess you can't have everything

I'm really happy for Tory but I'm still bummed Sam didn't get that win D:

I stan both of these queens now and I have a feeling it's going to make my life a lot harder

Mmmmmm Kyler's arm around Kenny in the background, don't like it don't like it don't like it don't like it one bit

DON'T TOUCH MY BOY

Okay, if no one else is gonna say it, then I will: The hug and Robby breakdown scene should've been between Daniel and Robby

Like Robby!!! My darling!!! My love!!! WHY did you follow Johnny instead of Daniel if you wanted comfort??? This man has been MIA for most of your life and is flaky and unreliable as all hell

Like yes Daniel could easily still be pissed at you but I feel like he would work with you if he saw you were genuinely Going Through It

Anyways it makes a lot more logical and narrative sense for Robby to follow and try to reconcile with Daniel actually

"I'm sick of blaming you, dad" Okay, but consider: He's been an extremely crappy dad and you can and should blame him for it

If anything it should be like "I'm sick of blaming Miguel" or something, because this whole mess between Johnny and Robby is truly and wholly NOT Miguel's fault

Like, again, it's not on Miguel if Johnny just feels more of a connection with him than Robby

Okay but where is Robby in the last scene??? Does he live with Johnny now??? Did he leave Cobra Kai??? Is he still crashing at the dojo or what??? I NEED to know

I'm sure we'll find out next season but logistically it is BUGGING me

So like. While I understand why he did it, I'm still upset that Miguel just yeeted off to Mexico without telling most of his loved ones???

Like what of your girlfriend??? Your two best friends??? Your karate dad #2 Daniel LaRusso??? They all love you very much and they're all going to be worried sick about you!!! For shame!!!

And even the people who DO know where you are are gonna be worried out of their minds!!! For DOUBLE shame!!!

Going on a self-discovery road trip by yourself at age 17 in a foreign country and not letting most of your loving support system know where you vanished off to is VERY rude, Miguel

This dude deadass has two father figures already, what you need a third one for???

Like yes I get you're mad at your karate dads right now but they still love you!!! You should talk with them and explain how you're feeling and how you want to define yourself outside of karate instead of Ubering off into the sunset without a trace!!!

Also they barely did anything with Daniel's Terry Silver trauma so they can go full ham diving into it next season, right??? RIGHT???

I can't believe you're making me wait until next season to see Demetri, Sam, and Eli's reaction to Miguel literally fleeing the country

pLEASE I just want them all to hold each other and have a good cry about it

I know I would!!!

In summary: Season 5 needs homoerotic road trips and for my boy Miguel Diaz to know and accept that he is very loved. Stay tuned for brand-new binary boyfriends headcanons, lesbian content, and me rambling about all the things I want to happen next season!!! It’s been real and very very gay, and I plan to give you even more gay as we go on!

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spookysmujer · 4 years ago

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Peaches, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar and Y/N spend a pleasurable night together.

warnings: s m u t 🥵 18+. public s e x, unprotected s e x

word count: 2.3k

A/N: Fina-fkn-ly I have written Oscar smut! You would think with this blog dedicated around him that I would have done so already. Who doesn’t like the Santos party + sex? I am not @youare-mysonshine, who has the best damn Oscar smut on this site, I am but her apprentice, LOL. Enjoy! And please don’t forget to follow, heart, comment, reblog and turn on those notifs for when I post something new. Lots of love!! Thank you for +800 followers!

(gif credit goes to @merakiaes 🦋)

“So it took your brother being shot for you to come around?”

You hear from behind you, as you swivel in your spot there is the man of the hour. Spooky is celebrating his 25th birthday and a victory in showing Prophet$ what’s good with last nights showdown.

A small smile forms on your lips as you briefly look away from him to avoid the red hue on your cheeks worsening. Oscar definitely has a way with women, it doesn’t take much for him to have the ladies swooning, or on their knees. And it’s no secret he prefers the latter.

“Yeah, it’s definitely not for the reason of you make it to half a century”. He now stands in front of you, one hand in his pocket as the other holds his beer close to him. It’s a moment of silence, him looking down at you and you up at him.

When your brother, known as Joker, begged you to come home for a weekend you were hesitant too. And with how things went down, you were right to be. Shit had gone down on Santos turf resulting in your brother getting hit but nothing compared to what the Prophet$ got handed back to them. And all in the weekend that Oscar’s birthday bash is happening too.

“Good, I was hoping that was the reason. ‘Ridge been boring without you around. How’s life been up in Bakersfield?” He asks you as you two begin a small walk around the house to a quieter setting.

You shrug as you kick gravel around, “As good as you can guess. But my business degree is being put to use. So not long til I can repay for you the loan you gave my brother for me. Promise.”

He shakes his head after taking a swig of beef, his mouth pressed together tightly, lips licking the remaining that lingered. Damn. “Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. Whenever you can.”

A small laugh from you, “People are gonna think you got a soft spot for me doing that kind of shit.”

“Let um think that they want. They wouldn’t be wrong.” He keeps his line of sight in front of him as you look to him. You both lean against his impala as the soft moonlight reflects of the shiny paint of the red car.

After staring at him for a moment, you look away as he takes his turn at looking at you, his eyes burn into you as you clear your throat, “Careful.”

“What?” He grins at you with his signature grin.

You can feel your cheeks burn hotter by the second. And you also know that Oscar knows what he is doing, you’ve seen him do it to other girls.That look that seals the deal and then he is leading them into house. Probably notable that most of those girls plan on getting in bed with him from the moment they arrive.

“That. You know what you’re doing and I am not like all them girls that you’ve banged in there.” You point to the house as you take a swig of your half empty beer. Oscar audibly laughs as he pushes himself off car.

He downs the last of his beer and tosses it to the trashcan across the way. You watch it as he moves to stand in front of you. This makes you correct your posture as he moves in even closer, lessening the open space between the two of you.

Oscar licks his lips, ever so slowly. He wipes his mouth of any remaining alcohol and places his hands on the car, each on the side of you, “That’s what I like about you. That you aren’t like them. You don’t come around here in hopes of some action. And if I’m being honest? That shit is attractive to me, knowin’ I gotta get you.”

“Get me? You’re real smooth, y’know?” You scan his face, eyes staring into his as he grins, leaning in til you feel his breath his your lips.

But the truth is, he is smooth. “Mmm.” He hum as he closes that space and your lips are on his. The chaste kiss is held for a moment before you both start to kiss each other, open mouth and quickly are your tongues dancing.

“Yo, Spooky finally gon hit Joker’s fine ass sister!”

You hear loudly, pulling back and turning around to see one of the Santos standing near the house. You groan as you flip him off and cover your face with your hands, “So get the fuck away, foo.” Oscar says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

The Santo laughs backing away with his hands up in defense. Though partially embarrassed, you can’t help but laugh. Oscar’s hands rest on your hips, rubbing gently and pulling you back to lean against his body. He doesn’t say anything else, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. Trailing kisses til he reaches your neck where you know there will be markings the next day.

Oscar’s hands feel your body, rising up your torso to cup your breasts. All of it, leaning against him, his hands, the kisses... it’s all too much to not react so when you moan, he laughs and kisses your neck more. One of his hands leave your body and pulls your face to the left and his lips meet yours.

While you two kiss you grab his other hand, bravely pushing down towards your heat. He doesn’t waste anytime and slips his hand in your shorts feeling you over you underwear, your body feeling weak when he massages your sensitive bud.

“W-we gotta go inside.” You mumble against lips and you feel him smile, his hand in your pants dipping lower to spread your arousal, earning more moans. “Nah, mami. Just relax, those foos not gonna come out here again.”

That’s when he releases you and steps back, you pout at the absence of his touch. You turn around as he grabs the waistband of your jean shorts and swiftly pulls them down to your knees, you gasp loudly trying to reach down to pull them back up, “Are you crazy? I’m not gonna fuck you out here. I don’t care if your homies won’t come back here, you have neighbors and I’m woman enough for you to take me inside!”

He only laughs, picking you up to sit on the car, the cool metal making you squirm, “No one can see us, just trust me. I ain’t tryna fuck you out here, just curious.” Oscar unbuttons his flannel and pulls it off, balling it up and putting it behind you, pushing you back to lay your head on it as a pillow. He swiftly pulls off your shorts and spreads your legs, his finger hooking your panties to the side, “Oh my god, I cannot believe you are gonn-”

His tongue against your clit shut you up quickly. It causes your breath to hitch and words lost as he licks more swipes against your heat. He tortures you with the way he does it slowly, but the sensation feels like bliss, “Sweet as peaches, mamas.”

You feel relaxed, letting your legs rest comfortably over his shoulders. His lips covering your entire cunt now, tongue swirling on your clit and then dipping down into your entrance. And when he pulls back then back down to suck on your swollen bud like sweet nectar, your back arches. And you’ve had guys go down on your before, but something about the way he does it. He doesn’t shove his fingers in like you are use to having and it makes the moment more enjoyable.

“What no extra pleasure with your fingers? Fuck.” You squeeze your breast together, eyes closed. Thanking sweet baby Jesus in heaven! “You gonna tell me how to pleasure you? I know what I’m doing. Shhh.”

He bites the inside of your thigh, a moan let out a little too loud. You cover your mouth with your hand. You sit up on your elbows to watch him work his way to your release but the darkness makes it hard to see much, “Take me inside.”

Oscar licks your cunt once more before leaning up to kiss you, your arousal on his tongue and lips, “Ever taste yourself before, hm?” He kisses you more not letting you answer.

“Hm, yeah. I’ve tasted other girls too, but you’re right, mine is sweet like peaches.” You whisper as you peck his lips then looking into his eyes, his mouth slightly agape at your confession. You’re smirking as your hands move under his tank to feel his skin.

He doesn’t say anything as he collects your shorts and his flannel, picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, your ass cheeks bare in just your lace thong. “Oh my gosh, Oscar!”

Oscar smacks your ass he walks to the two of you into his house. You won’t lie to yourself that you’ve fantasized about getting into bed with him. The guy is not just beautiful being but sexy as fuck as well and he knows it too.

He drops you on his bed and rids himself of his tank, you doing the same. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over you, you wrapping your legs over his hips pulling his face down to kiss you. No more slow moving, no more games. It’s freaky business NOW.

You reach your hand between the two of you to feel him through his pants. And he does not disappoint in his size. You unbuckle his annoyingly long belt, finally getting it free for you to unbutton his jeans. You move your hand inside and wrap your hand on his semi-hardened member, stroking it entirely. He groans into your mouth as you do so.

“I’m wet and you’re hard, com’n.”

He stops kissing you and reaches between the two of you to take your hand out of his pants. He shimmies out of it and sits up to remove your panties. And with your demand to hurry, he spits on your mound and smears it around before guiding himself in.

The slight burn passes quickly as the pleasurable sensation hits you soon after. You bite your lip as Oscar stands at the foot of the bed, moving your legs up to rest against him. He starts slowly for the two of you to get familiar with the feeling of each other.

You arch your back to reach under to unclasp your bra. He marvels at your tits as you kneed them, looking at him in the eyes with lust, “Show me how Spooky fucks, Papi.” The sultry way you say his street name makes him hold your legs against him tighter.

And he pushes himself into you as deep as he can possibly go and out just as fast, hitting your cervix and creating a pleasurable pain that you’ve not experienced before. His hips like a piston, drilling you into his bed so much so that you’re sure there’ll be a indentation when he is done with you.

“Oh. shiiii, mhm.” You moan out, gripping the sheet on the sides of you, biting down on your lip to suppress the moan that is threatening to escape. His low moans isn’t helping you either, you can’t hold it in.

This only makes Oscar grin when you moan out loud and he loves it. “Hm, louder, bebecita. Let them hear how good Spooky fucks you.”

His voice when pleasuring you is an entirely different thing, it added to the already overload of goodness you are receiving from him. Oscar, or Spooky you should say, pushes your legs apart so that he can climb on top of you, him still inside you as you scoot closer to the headboard. Once your head is on the pillows, you rest your legs wider to give him the adequate space he’ll need for a good pounding.

Once his hands grip the headboard, it is game over for you. He is angling his hips to hit spots you never knew you had, deep and slow for one moment and then at speed lighting the next. With the different speeds it leads you feeling the building sensation. It saddened you that you are reaching your peak so quick.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” You tell him and he releases the headboard, sliding his hands underneath you, gripping the flesh of your ass. It confuses you for moment, as he snuggles his face into your neck. But when he begins to drill you into oblivion, you gasp loudly. His low grunts into your ear, his hot breath harshly hitting the side of your neck.

Skin slapping and animalistic groans. Oscar can feel how close you are, your walls squeezing him like a vice, “Fuck, cum. I’m about to.” He mumbles.

As if his wish is your body’s command, the feeling hits you harshly. You clench onto him, your arms hooking under his and nails digging into his back, “Oh! oh! Yes, fuck yes!” The orgasm hits you harder than you expect.

Oscar groans once more before pushing himself up and grabbing himself, pumping his length only for a short moment when his seed spurts onto your slick with sweat torso. His eyes close and head tipped back, “Fuck.”

Still lost in a haze you release a deep breath, maneuvering yourself to get a taste of him. From the source. You take his entire length in his mouth, the after sex sensitivity hitting him, he flinches but watches you swallow him whole.

“Hm, I gotta get you to cum in my mouth next time, hm?” You sit up on your knees and he backs off the bed, handing you a towel to wipe yourself clean, he only laughs.

“Nena, who says we’re done here?”

#Oscar Diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz x y/n #oscar diaz smut #omb #on my block #on my block imagine #spookysmujer

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years ago

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Good Old Drama and Gossip

Characters: Hatter, Niragi Suguru, Morizono Aguni (Mentioned), Chishiya Shuntaro (mentioned), Last Boss (Briefly Mentioned), and me

Genre: Crack. This time it's just blind!Niragi being fussy and me stealing Aguni in the background

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Part 3 of being a little shit to Hatter and getting away with it. But hey, at least there's the added bonus of Niragi being dramatic while being able to see nothing. A shame I didn't arm him with a cane and let him smack people.

Hatter was going to get them this time, he swears on it. It’s been more than a week since they last struck, and as far as he knew, there was not a single invasion into his Beach. He was always on alert, just in case something happened. It didn’t get in the way of his primary duty to his people, but the thought never left him to make sure everything he owned was in place.

Checking for any of the other’s stuff wasn’t anything Hatter worried about, thankfully. For some odd reason he could only interpret as ‘being too handsome and irresistible for his own good’ only his stuff was ever snatched like a cookie in the elusive cookie jar. He didn’t want to develop more stress lines making sure his men were okay in their personal possessions. Wrinkles shall only come to accentuate him, make him look good, not just tired and old.

That privilege can go to Aguni.

The man in question was at the very least rocking it, made him look fierce. Hatter could appreciate that in him, and it makes his job easier in subduing the more…. rambunctious of their group.

In fact, one of Aguni’s more problematic men, Niragi, had come back to a game with bad eye issues, even more worse than the appointed med staff could figure out. Apparently the game the oversaturated oil stain was in broke his eyes to the point where he couldn’t use them for a good while. In short, Niragi was left completely blind, and Aguni now had to deal with an increasingly whiny and temper hearty baked bean burrito. Hatter found it funny, but oh boy was it wearing out his poor fried dumpling.

It also left quite a hole in the defense for the intruders, so the issue of Aguni and Niragi was also an issue for the safety of the Beach (and Hatter’s stuff) as a whole.

No point thinking about this now. Hatter leans back on the sofa, sipping at a cold blend of juices and relaxing. His feet were killing him right about now, Hatter flexing his stiff toes and internally begging for a good pedicure to fly in through the doors and give his feet a touch of heaven and bliss.

The door in fact does fly open as the thought passes his head, Hatter sitting up and raising an eyebrow as Niragi stands there, breathing heavily. The sunglasses Hatter has so graciously offered to him in order to make him both sexier and protect his eyes from the sunlight so he didn’t permanently damage them further was slipping slightly off his face, Niragi fixing them after a few more pants.

“ You…..! You fucking coconut slut!” Niragi rasps out, and Hatter quirks his eyebrow in mild amusement, leaning forward and sipping his juice quietly as one arm rested on his knee. Niragi points a finger in Hatter’s direction, if Hatter was 45 degrees to the left and standing. “ You fucking left me tied on that bed for an hour! What fucking gives!”

Hatter says nothing, as Niragi storms in….. and immediately slams into the back of the other couch, Hatter bursting into laughter. Niragi on the other hand starts spouting obscenities and kicks the couch, and the red cocktail man notices the lack of real gun in Niragi’s possession, other than the super soaker that was substituted. Aguni probably replaced it, knowing that a blind trigger happy man was a danger to society and himself.

“ What the fuck is this bull?! What- Oh for fucks sakes this isn’t Chishiya’s room is it.” Niragi finally sputters out, grabbing the top edge of the couch and massaging the soft cushions underneath his long fingers.

“ Oh, I wish I was. Now what was this about being tied to a bed, hm?” Hatter croons, which earns him a hearty middle finger.

“ Like heck am I about to tell you. Okay, let’s try this again-“ Niragi turns around, but Hatter whistles at him, Niragi slowly spinning back around to face Hatter’s general position. “ What is it, I don’t have all day lobster man.”

“ Aww, not even a minute? Well, it’s just a question. Aren’t you supposed to be accompanied until you regain your senses? After all, you have nothing to guide your way.”

“ Fuck that, I don’t know where Last Boss went and he won’t fucking speak up if he’s just been following me like a sneaky little bitch this entire time, and Aguni was called away for something!”

“ Oh?” Hatter leans back again, Niragi throwing his arms up in the air as he starts pacing and nearly running into stuff again.

“ Yeah! So then that tiny mozzarella cheese ball came and said he’d help because I just look sad and stupid wandering around by myself, which I don’t believe because I know he’d push me into the pool the first chance he got, and then suddenly I’m tied to a bed as he puts on a podcast of nothing but some random guy talking about wool! It was hell!”

“ Oooh, I see. How bad was it?”

“ Fucking terrible! I did not need a wool lecture, thank you very little! Who the fuck wants to know the fastest record to shear a sheep was 39 seconds!? Not me, that’s for fucking sure!” Niragi rants, Hatter nodding and grinning as he switches his juice out for the good wine he kept by his foot the entire time, pouring himself a decent amount and taking a slow sip as Niragi continued to rant onwards. At some point Niragi managed to find the couch again (because he stubbed his toe into it, leading to an extra twenty seconds of Niragi cursing out Hatter’s poor couch) and sat down, Hatter pushing a wine glass into Niragi’s hand and filling it. Niragi downed it like he was a war orphan waiting for his arm to be donated to the war effort, Hatter lightly tsking him for not savouring it properly.

It wasn’t Aguni or any of the girls, but Hatter could appreciate the gossip as Niragi continued without a filter in his mouth, the rant going from Chishiya’s wool podcast to anything else Niragi had heard in his blind boredom. He was impressed how much information Niragi was willing to dole out just to get his anger settled for the rest of the day, and Hatter was happily sipping away as he absorbed it all.

Finally Niragi had calmed down, just nursing the wine glass that Hatter just filled with chocolate cereal instead, as Niragi refused to drink his wine like it was good wine. It was a shame really, Hatter liked hearing about Niragi’s auditory bubble day.

“ Well wasn’t that cathartic!” Hatter chirped as Niragi mumbled around his glass of chocolate cereal, draped over the entire couch as if he wanted to become the couch lord. Or wanting to be painted like the best model in the world, whatever he wanted.

“ Yeah yeah, whatever.” Niragi tips cereal into his mouth just as the crackle of his walkie-talkie alerts him and Hatter. Niragi doesn’t bother to remove the device from his side, too busy eating his cereal as a voice comes through.

And oh boy, what a voice it was, Hatter tuning into it immediately.

“ ….. Testing, testing! Are you hearing me? Hi hi, it’s me, your local menace~ The one with the robe, remember me? Yeah! Hi, don’t mind me, okay? I’m just gonna….. borrow Mr. Beef Stew with extra beef for a few hours! For personal, very important reasons and definitely not because I got a replica statue of a cute dog stuck in a window and now I can’t get it out. Anyways, bye!” The rest becomes static as it disconnects, Niragi snorting a little as Hatter takes one deep breath.

“ Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Niragi, hand it over to me.”

“ You’re not my boss.” “ Yes, but I’m Aguni’s, so hand it over.”

Niragi grumbles, unclipping the walkie-talkie and tossing it in Hatter’s general direction, Hatter humming and pressing the button on the side.

“ Hello? Are you still there, you rascal?” Hatter leans in, pouring as much honey into his voice to lure them out.

“… Yep, still here! Hi, didn’t think you’d be there too Hatter.” “ Oh, I’m here, and I would like to kindly know where you and your little friends are. As a little house visit~” There was a chuckle on the other end. “ Oh, sorry sorry, but I can’t. We can always come over and visit though, even if it’s for a brief moment!” “ Is that so…. Well, you wound me so, you know!” Hatter puts a hand on his chest. “ For you to not even offer me the same respect, ah it hits me right here that you can’t even trust me~”

“ Sorry! Anyways, gotta go, got things to do, got stuff to move with Aguni, who was nice enough to help us.”

“ At your base? Well, what’s stopping me from asking him for directions later for a surprise visit one of these days, maybe have a meet and greet with my beloved stolen items?”

“ Not anywhere near our base, we’re not that dumb my dear red bean paste~ Don’t worry, we’ll return your man in….. 3-5 business days maybe okay byeeeeeeeee-“ The line goes completely dead, and Hatter stares at the black box.

Those cursed beings, they’ve gone too far. Too far.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #hatter #takeru danma #aguni morizono #niragi suguru #last boss #takatora samura #chishiya shuntaro #hatter rues the day he met us conniving thieves #at the very least he got entertainment before being bamboozled from right under his nose #blind niragi is funny because I can make him smack into things without a chaperone #niragi slow down you're slurping too fast-#you can't go anywhere anyways without potentially running into issues #now how did chishiya manage to distract niragi long enough to tie him down? who knows

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nightsjourney-into-thedreamscape · 3 years ago

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About my Universe.

The world has changed since the fall of Wiseman. The night dimension returns to it's natural balance between dreams and nightmares. Both have no mass reign of power between them and will clash for right over the dreamer. Nightopia ------------- Nightopia has entered it's golden age of dreams. 12 doors appear in the center of the gateway between the world of dreams and the waking world. Time has began to flow and so does the voices that call out from chips. The doors 12 doors stand before you at the gate. Which door is yours? Which lucid dreamer is behind door color PINK? find out! Nightopians -------- Nightopians finally can flourish once more. The link gauge will keep these buddies from just going extinct. The link gauge is a new fangled machine expresso made It takes chips and flies about to drop them onto nightopians. The presure from wiseman has lifted stress off their life span... yet still hunted for fun. A healthy nightgarden is a happy dream. Owlets --------- - Owl: tutorial on history, dad jokes, retired, sleepy - Latte : knows about creatures. Wants you to find octopaw, Timtams, Dreambies, Blisfulies, Cloudogies, -Frappe: Loves beautiful works of nature will probably scribble it all down. -Macchiato : Documents nightmaren behavior... will help you if you get stuck. -Cappuccino : Collects dream drops, chips, and will keep them on them for storage. -Expresso: Shop keeper of your dreams. you want to will a hat into existence? what about play food, want your outfits from the past back? got it. Christmas, Halloween, valentines day? mmmhmm he's got everything for chips. he's friends with a very special someone who needs chips. Visitors and voices ------- Chips are the voices of dreamers who can only barely reach the night dimension they often chip in their opinions, questions, concepts. (Small questions, thoughts, compliments. ) Sometimes people can fade into the dimension. for very short periods of time. Everyone wants to meet them however dream dimentioners should be patient not to jump on the visitors. (Character interaction (you), Anons being silly) NiGHTS ----------- Playful creature of this dimension with a curious past... Wants to have fun and show you a good time. Desires to befriend you and see your dreams. "Wait a minute but isn't there 15 doors in th-"Lots to explore, secrets, Easter eggs and more. (shenanigan's with other universe characters just for funsies) Has a lot to think about when they're alone... Many burnt bridges. Victories and old friends. Nightmare ----------- A twisted land of fear and the unknown. Bursting with what remaining power Wiseman once absorbed for himself. Fabric and gold and jewels containing his evil essence is still scattered across nightmare ready to strengthen those with it's overwhelming power. Reala -------- Ruler of nightmare. The formal loyal second hand mare of wiseman. Has taken the reins to keep nightmare from collapsing. He needs all the mares he has to upkeep everything, In quest of rebuilding the fallen plains. He needs your ideya willingly or forcefully. He's seen plenty of marens fall to the hands of wiseman. If only his old master knew the fate of Nightmare that he left them in. Wants revenge on NiGHTS. Who knows if they'll ever see eye to eye again on things... First level nightmaren -------------------------- Jackle -------- Proud, loud, and ready to read off your fate. Now is Realas second hand nightmaren. With Realas blessing he's now 100% first level nightmaren after they collected some of wisemans residual power. He's back in buisness to cause the most obscure fear endusing dreams. Bomamba ------------- After searching the depths of nightmare. She was found insane and starving. ... You know what ever happened to her cats....? Skinny bo peep... has lost her kitties... you know at least they're still in her... ...Heart? Donbalon (Wip of new name after re-drawn) ----------- Once as curvy as puffy... now he's just torn up... she tried to sew him back together again... but the look in his eyes now is way scarier than he ever

was. I guess you could say Wiseman still has his nose.... Second level nightmarens ------------------------------ Puffy: Setting up the show behind the scenes. Claws: Beefing with Cerberus. Gotta keep those pups in check. Gilwing: wants to see you again. Gulpo: Hungry and ready for round 2. Girania: Inside sparkles like jewels... but now it's reinforced their stomach. Chamelan: Has learned a few new games. wishes he was as cool as Jackle. Queen bella: Wants to fight on a not lava covered battlefield... watch those fangs. Cerberus: Feed often. Keep nightmaren limbs away from these pups who could make nightmare extinct. Third level Nightmarens ---------------------------- Nice little nightmare. don't you bite. DON'T ALSO EAT THE NIGHTOPIANS. Pesky. carefree nightmares. They are not strong. Easily overcome by simple happy thoughts. Fun to take care of. if you want to let them bite you for food... if not nightopians work just fine... ((I always thought you could keep them alive by them attacking you..))

Selph ------- Being of uneventful nights. Where they came from is.... unknown? Or is it...? Collector of chips. obsessed with visitors... most of the time they're with you... sometimes. they'll let you visit NiGHTS. Maybe Reala. Depends on how lucid you are. They eat the stress from your normal day away. "I am the one who has you most of the dreamtime..." "When we are together there is no memory greater." "Even when you forget me... I'll be here in the clouds of sleep. " "I can only fight off awakers for so long... Perhaps they are fond of you as well." "In-between dream and nightmare, I will always hold you dear."

((... this was before I learned clicking jpg instead of png will murder any drawings quality)) Mepians ---------- Not quite a nightopian... not quite a nightmaren... They're unloved and look to you for knowledge and love. They're fond of their hero too. Awakers ---------- Little blobs that take you back your world. They're harmless. Sometimes visitors have problems with being beloved by too many awakers... They don't like NiGHTS, Reala, Or Selph. Mostly because they take them away ... so they gather in numbers... They just want to see you home safely though... but NiGHTS has a problem with them giving too much attention to certain visitors... it's just not normal for them to wake up so much. Illuvsions ----------- Have you ever had a weird dream about a crush? someone you're just intrested in... Or just even strange romantic feelings about a creature or a thing. It's probably a Illuvsion. They take forms of ones you love are sustained by your feelings. These neutral creatures appear in dreams and you could be happy with them... but finding them in a nightmare... cause major affects on ones psyche.

#nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #nights jackle #Jackle #Reala #NiGHTS #nights journey into the dreamscape #njitds #njitds au #nightmarens #nightmaren #nights reala #2 purple doors stand away from the gate two strangers stand together then four now 6 will 2 more meet again for another fated love?#1 door stands broken ready to open up to different universes. who will it be...

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me-myself-and-my-fos · 4 years ago

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The Date

Pairing: Benji Dunn x Nicole Blake

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Nic and Benji go on their first date

A/N: Please be nice this is my first fic for Benji

The sidewalk outside of the five star restaurant was bustling with people. Some were on an evening stroll and others were leaving or entering the restaurant itself. It surely wasn’t Benji’s first choice. It was a suggestion from Ethan, to ‘impress’ his date as he put it. Speaking of Ethan…

“She’s five minutes late,” Benji said as he readjusted his tie for the millionth time that night. Speaking out loud, anyone would assume he was nervously talking to himself. However, they’d fail to notice the earpiece he wore. “What if she realized what she’s getting into and had second thoughts?”

“Then that’s her loss,” Ethan replied through the earpiece, checking into the restaurant under his own reservation. “And quit messing with your tie. You’re going to choke yourself.”

“Right.” Benji cleared his throat and forced his hands down. “I still don’t see her, though. I don’t think she’s–”

“Benji!” A voice called from behind him, and before he had a chance to react Nic appeared beside him. She wore a plain short sleeved dark blue dress that stopped at her knees and dark blue flats to match. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologized, her face red in the light. “I underestimated how long it would take me to get here. I’ve never been this way before.”

“It’s fine, it’s completely fine,” he told her, pretending he didn’t nearly panic at the notion of being stood up.

“Tell her she looks nice,” Ethan’s voice came through the earpiece.

“You look lovely,” Benji told her, smiling nervously.

“Thank you,” she replied, looking down at the dress. “I wasn’t sure how nice this place was—I probably should’ve looked it up beforehand. But the only dress I own isn’t very fancy, so I kind of bought this brand new for the date. It’s very different from what I normally wear—” Nic stopped herself mid-thought, her face becoming bright red as she let out a nervous laugh. “What I mean to say is: you look very handsome.”

“Thank you.” Benji resisted the urge to mess with his tie. “So, dinner?” He gestured to the doors of the restaurant.

“Dinner,” she nodded in agreement. Nic took his arm when he offered it and followed him into the restaurant.

It was fancier than she imagined—too fancy for her taste. And when they were seated at a table and handed their menus, she barely knew what the food was. She was not into fancy food. The pair sat in silence as they looked over the menu, a potential conversation hanging in the air.

“Small talk. Make small talk,” Ethan coached from his seat in the back of the restaurant.

Benji cleared his throat, pulling at the collar of his shirt. “Um, the steak sounds nice.”

Nic shrugged, fiddling with her bracelet. “I don’t really eat beef. I prefer seafood.”

“Oh.”

“I grew up right by the ocean so…” she mumbled. She cleared her throat. “Have you ever had scallops before?”

“I don’t believe I have,” he admitted.

“I’m gonna order it if you want to try them,” she said as the waiter arrived to take their orders.

After ordering their appetizers and entrees, the two once again sat in silence. It was very obvious neither had been on a date in quite a while.

Ethan sighed in exasperation and took a drink from his wine. “Ask about her interests, her job.”

“What, uh, what do you do for fun?” Benji asked.

“Oh, um,” Nic thought for a moment. She drummed her fingers on the table. “Well obviously I like to bake, otherwise I wouldn’t have opened a bakery.” She said, laughing nervously. “I also like to read; mainly fantasy or fiction. I write too, a bit. But it’s not like I’d ever get published.” Benji was about to reply, insist that wasn’t true and he was sure her work was great. But before he could, she added “I also like video games, a bit.”

This piqued his interest, Benji leaned forward in his chair a little. “What kind of video games?”

“Fighting games, mainly, like Mortal Kombat. That’s sort of my go-to.” She admitted. “I’m guessing you like video games too?”

“Definitely,” he gave her a shy smile. “I’m more of a Halo man myself.”

“I’ve heard of it,” she said. “It’s really popular, but I could never get into those games. What’s it about?”

Nic didn’t realize it at that moment, but she opened a floodgate. And as soon as Benji started to tell her about the games, he branched off into other things. Somehow, probably about the time their appetizers arrived, Benji managed to get from the topic of video games to the very first computer he ever owned. Benji was acutely aware he was rambling, but his nerves had the better of him and he couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re babbling, Benji,” Ethan warned him. “Stop it, Benji.”

“Stop it Benji,” Benji blurred out, cutting off his sentence. His face went bright red as he clamped a hand over his mouth. He was not supposed to say that. To prevent himself from speaking further, he stuffed some of his Caesar salad into his mouth.

Nic gave him a look of confusion and swallowed her bite of a scallop. “Are you okay?”

Benji nodded fervently. “Yes, yep, just fine. I’m just… nervous.”

“It’s okay, I’m nervous too.” She reassured him. “I ramble sometimes when I’m nervous. I didn’t… mind listening to you ramble. It was, um…” Nic looked down at her lap, “…cute.”

“Oh.” Benji swallowed, the red blush creeping down his neck. Nic felt her ears get warm.

“Do you want to try a scallop?” Nic asked, hesitant of the idea. There was a moment of silence that was interrupted by Ethan in Benji’s ear.

“Say yes, or no,” he told his friend exasperatedly.

“Sure,” Benji squeaked out, and he watched as Nic cut off a piece of the scallop and held the fork out to Benji. He leaned forward and took the fork, holding it with Nic. She sucked in a breath when their hands touched and she could hear her heartbeat. He ate the bite of scallop and leaned back, pulling his hand away. Nic put her fork back on the plate and waited for a response from him. Soon, she got one. “That’s good,” he told her. “I should’ve ordered that.”

She let out a giggle and ate what remained of the scallop. “Well now you know if you ever come back here.”

The plates for the appetizers were removed and not long after came their entrees. Nic scooped up some of her shrimp pasta as Benji spoke.

“So… you’re a baker,” he cleared his throat. “That sounds fun.”

“It can be,” she shrugged. “I love baking and coming up with new recipes, but it can be tiring, y’know? I spend all day in the kitchen so sometimes when I get home I don’t want to even step foot in my kitchen and order takeout instead.”

“That’s very understandable,” he told her. “The pot pie was delicious, by the way.”

“Oh thank you,” she replied. “So, what do you do for work?” Benji nearly choked on his steak. Out of everything to happen, he didn’t even think of an answer to give if asked that question. And he certainly couldn’t tell her the truth.

“Well, um…” he tried to think of a quick lie, but when he looked at her he couldn’t help but want to tell the truth. “Work is… complicated.” There—a half truth.

“Complicated, huh?” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Are you like a spy or something?” She joked.

Benji took a big sip of his drink to buy his time and think of an answer.

“Benji,” Ethan warned.

I know, Benji answered mentally. “I, uh, work for the government?” He told her, hoping that was a good enough answer.

“Oh,” Nic nodded. “That makes sense. I have family that works for the government—or did, they don’t anymore.” Benji let out a breath, a sigh of relief. “It sounds stressful.”

“It can be,” he admitted. “Takes me out of the country sometimes, but I normally work with computers.”

Nic hummed. “Makes sense. But I’m sure you do good work.” She put down her fork and stood. “I’ll be right back, gotta head to the restroom,” she mumbled and walked to the bathrooms. She hoped he didn’t notice how much her hands shook. God, she was so nervous.

As soon as she left, Ethan spoke up.

“Jesus, Benji, when was the last time you went on a date?”

“It’s been a while!” He replied quietly but annoyed. “It’s not easy when you’re chirping in my ear!”

“You asked for my help,” Ethan reminded him.

“Yes, help, not coaching me through the date.”

“This is helping. What’s not helping is how nervous you are.”

“You are not helping,” Benji hissed. “You know what, I can do this date without you.”

“Benji–”

Before Ethan could finish, Benji took the earpiece out and snuck it into his pants pocket. From his booth in the back, Ethan sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose.

A few minutes later Nic came back to the table and smiled at Benji. “I hope I wasn’t gone too long.”

“Not at all,” he told her with a smile.

“From your accent I’m guessing you’re from England?”

“I am,” he told her, cutting into his meal.

“What’s it like there? I’ve always wanted to go,” Nic said.

“It’s lovely,” he said. Almost immediately he went into detail about where he grew up and his college days. He mentioned his favorite foods from home, and brought up some local places he remembered going to. Nic brought up foods from her childhood, and told him about places she used to go to all the time in her youth.

“I should make you some one day,” Nic said, referring to her mother’s lasagna recipe that was stashed away somewhere in Nic’s kitchen.

A familiar warmth that Benji hadn’t felt on his face in nearly an hour came back as he blushed at the notion of having a meal at her apartment. “I’d like that,” he replied, smiling bashfully. “On a day I’m not busy with work, of course, and if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Something tells me I’ll have the energy to make dinner that night,” she said, unable to stop the smile on her face or excitement in her voice. “This has been really nice,” she told him. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I was on a date. A proper date.”

“Me either,” he agreed. “But I think this has been great too.”

Dinner finished and they left for the evening. As they left, Benji offered his arm to Nic once again, and she smiled as she took it. He walked her out and smiled at her softly.

“May I walk you to your car?” He asked her.

“You may,” Nic giggled as he walked her there. She silently hoped the walk would last longer, but they reached the old caravan she drove and she let out a soft sigh. “I really did enjoy tonight, Benji. Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome. I liked it too, I hope to see you again.”

“When you’re not busy with work, you’re more than welcome to come by my place for that lasagna I told you about,” she said. Nic perched up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Benji.”

He watched her get into the car, and backed up a little as she started to leave. He barely was even able to wave goodbye as she drove off, still caught off guard by the kiss. He brought a hand up and touched where she had kissed cheek before smiling to himself.

“Aww,” Ethan teased as he walked over to Benji. “That’s adorable.”

Benji glared as his face got red. “Shut up.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see your girlfriend again,” Ethan said, patting him on the back.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Benji corrected.

Ethan started in the direction of his own card and threw a smirk over his shoulder. “Yet.”

Benji paused and thought for a moment before smiling softly. “Yet,” he whispered to himself.

#secret agent husband #otp: you are my home #self insert community #self insert fic #self insert #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #mywriting

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inkabelledesigns · 4 years ago

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Where does Bendy in Nightmare Run fit into the Bendy Universe?

Let me ask you this: does anyone else find it odd that we don’t see any of the content from Bendy in Nightmare Run within the Crack-Up Comics? Like the game has four great bosses, three standard enemies, and a bunch of costumes, and not ONCE do they make another appearance (save for one Easter egg of Chester in BATIM’s Chapter 5). We got parallels to our Chapters 3 and 4 enemies with Cameraman/Projectionist, Miss Twisted/Twisted Alice, and Brute/Brute Boris, but like, absolutely nothing from the game that arguably has more toons in it than the source material it’s based on. I know not a lot of people think about Nightmare Run anymore (hell, it’s only on my radar because I still log in everyday for the soup), but I feel like there should’ve at least been a nod to it there.

And that got me thinking: Souper Boris deals with radioactive bacon soup, right? And it’s teased at the end that Alice gets some too, right? Humor me here: is it possible that Canoodle is also a result of that radioactive soup? I mean this is a cartoon world, I don’t think it’d be much of a stretch to say that “radioactive” could serve as an explanation for a soup can becoming sentient, nor growing to a massive height. I can already picture the story, he was the can that wasn’t bought, got stuck in the back and never saw the light of day, so he had time to be brought to life, as opposed to other produce that was opened too quickly for that to happen. Maybe he passed his expiration date, got thrown away, ended up at the dump and made it his home. Who’s to say?

Though then again, is Canoodle’s stage a junkyard, or a graveyard? And how does that change things?

https://twitter.com/BendyRun/status/1049237972288266241

https://twitter.com/BendyRun/status/1038426739435655168

I was looking around for Canoodle’s beef with Bendy (it’s that Bendy trespassed on his property and didn’t leave), and I stumbled upon this from the promotional material for the game. I thought Canoodle’s stage was a junkyard this whole time, you’re telling me it’s a graveyard? Well hang on a moment. The game was released in August of 2018, and both of these tweets are from September of 2018. All the other posts with the bosses for the initial marketing make sense within the context of their stage, but Canoodle’s is inconsistent. Everywhere else, he’s listed as living in a junkyard. So why then, is it called a graveyard here?

So I loaded up the game real quick and played through the first act. Still looks like a junkyard to me. But then THIS happened.

My phone is a bit slow (as is my reaction time) so I couldn’t get a clear screenshot, but the other side of this barrel has a radioactive waste symbol on it. You see where I’m going with this? I predict Canoodle has some kind of link with the content we saw in the Souper Boris comic, it makes too much sense for it to be the same radioactive soup. The promotional material referring to this space as a graveyard could be insight into how Canoodle feels about it. I mean if you were a piece of trash that got thrown away, wouldn’t you feel like the scrapyard was your final resting place? Much like the studio is hell itself for its inhabitants, Canoodle’s “home” is here.

But that leads to the question that I’ve had about Nightmare Run for a while: where in the timeline does it fall? And that’s a really difficult question to answer, because there’s two timelines we need to talk about: the real world of JDS, and the fictional world of the cartoons and comics. And in truth, I don’t have a good answer for it. I think the logical place for it to be is somewhere after the Souper Boris comic, meaning if it’s part of a story told in some kind of Bendy media, it’s gotta be after or alongside the period of 1936-1940.

The thing is, we don’t really know what Nightmare Run IS within this universe, and that’s the bigger question to answer. Sure, here and now in our reality, it’s a mobile game, just as Bendy and the Ink Machine and Boris and the Dark Survival are games, but mobile games didn’t exist back then. There’s also that weird callback to Joey’s whole shtick about “there’s something I need to show you” when you first boot up the game. What is this trying to tell us? What IS Nightmare Run? For us it’s a game, but what is it to the studio employees? What is it to the cartoons? What is it to Joey? There are lots of things we could make of this, but my mind goes to a few places. We could say that it’s just a game that has no bearing on the story. We could say that Joey was ahead of his time, or that maybe Nathan did some development with the JDS property that permeated the modern era. We could say that this was a series of shorts or cartoons where Bendy and friends are having weird dreams.

Or we could turn to what The Illusion of Living tells us about Bendyland and Sillyvision. I haven’t given you all my thoughts on the book yet (I really should, because damn did it rock), but one thing I found fascinating was the look into Bendyland and Joey’s conversations with Bertrum Piedmont. We learn what Joey’s plans were for the park, that each section was meant to represent aspects of each of his core characters. I can absolutely see Nightmare Run fitting in as an attraction for Dark World, Bendy’s area of the park. Think of it like Disney’s animatronic dark rides, like Mickey and Minnie’s Runaway Railway, or one of the things I miss, Disney Quest. If you’re not familiar with Disney Quest, it was a five floor arcade that lived within Disney Springs (then called Downtown Disney). It’s since been replaced by an ESPN attraction, but when it was still there, it had all kinds of stuff. Early forms of VR (that were nauseating to play with those heavy helmets), lots of old arcade machines, and newer technology that blended virtual and physical gameplay together, like the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction that had you shooting cannonballs at a virtual screen (or Toy Story Midway Mania, if you want a more common comparison).

But this was the 40s, technology for this kind of thing wouldn’t exist, right? And that’s where I turn to Sillyvision, Joey’s special process of editing the inks on the animation cells. Combine that with the advanced technology of harnessing living ink’s properties that Gent had going on, and you have yourself some plausible ways to create an attraction where guests can help Bendy (or be in his shoes) to run from some not-so-friendly faces. It doesn’t sound too far fetched for this universe, and given this man was working on “living cartoons” for the purpose of folks being able to meet them in the park, I wouldn’t put it past him to try this too. It still leaves some questions as to what content Canoodle and friends came from within the universe (were they in a cartoon or comic, or were they made specifically for an attraction?), but one thing is for sure: there’s possibilities. Besides that, we still never got an explanation as to what that hand is in the game.

If you tap the hand on the top of the screen there, it opens and closes, but we still have no idea what it does or who it belongs to. It’s 2021, and we still haven’t cracked it! It could be Bendy’s or Boris’ hand (not Alice though, doesn’t have a circle in the palm), or it could be someone else’s. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m probably thinking too hard about this. X’’’D And I’m okay with that. I’d like to revisit Nightmare Run again, I have some thoughts about our enemy characters (Krawl, Stickle, and Gwen), but that’ll be for later. X’’’D I was gonna post cute headcanons about Sammy today and somehow ended up here, what is my life?

#bendy the illusion of living #bendy in nightmare run #bendy crack up comics #bendy crack up comics spoilers #bendy the illusion of living spoilers #tiol #tiol spoilers #the illusion of living spoilers #crack up comics spoilers #bendy theory #batim theory #binr theory #tiol theory #joey drew

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x0401x · 5 years ago

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Q&A

Simple Questions for Seigi-kun (Parts 1 and 2)

Thank you very much for these questions from several people. We had Seigi-kun take a look at everyone’s questions right away and answer as many as he could! Not all of them can be published, but please enjoy Seigi-kun’s answers!

Q.: Seigi-kun looks good with black short hair, but is there any hairstyle that he looks up to? It does not seem to have changed much from when he was a child, but there is this impression that people often do college debuts, so here goes this simple question. The photo on the cover of volume 6 was wonderful. His set-back hair looked very good on him. (Black Short Hair-san)

A.: Hello! I guess it’s the first time I was told that my hair style looks good on me aside from Nakata-san and Richard; thank you very much! As for an image I look up to, huuum, there wasn’t any in particular when I was little, but nowadays, I look up to the two I just mentioned. They’re of different vectors and just really cool! Ah… this is embarrassing, so please keep it a secret. I have the feeling that they already know, though.

Q.: Any words you want to send to your past self from before meeting Richard? (Inu-san)

A.: “Nakata Seigi, you might be reckless, but you technically haven’t done anything wrong! Probably! Hum, you’re mostly thoughtless! But you’re not mistaken! If you see someone being attacked in a park, don’t hesitate to shout and go help him! Also, you might be compensated for doing your best at cooking. Good on you.”

Eh? There’s something from Richard too? “Seigi-kun, you are already passionate enough, but make sure to take a better look at your surroundings. Make sure to cherish yourself. Also, if you get invited to work at a TV station in Shibuya, make sure to just accept it.” Ah, yeah, yeah! I’m also counting on myself for that last one.

Q.: I am a college student just like Seigi-kun. When I have free time, I play video games, read books and talk about fun things with my friends. Seigi-kun, what do you do? Do you read books about gemstones and study after all? (Anzu-san)

A.: Hello! Indeed, during my free time when I didn’t have classes, there were times when I’d do self-study and learn about stones, but when I got together with my friends in the cafeteria or lounge, we’d get roused up over trivial talk. Everyone had a rough idea of the timing they should focus on their studies, so when I think about it nowadays, that might’ve been a “let’s make racket while we can” kind of mood. Looking back on it now, it was fun.

Q.: I am bound to fail every time I make sweets. If there is any trick to making sweets, please tell me. (Satou-san from the Heavens)

A.: Aah… I feel like someone’s already asked me a similar question. Ahem. T-That’s right! First things first, let’s try to stop treating “sweets” like they’re special! I guess this is the trick I can think of. They’re simply like an arithmetic test or a chemistry experiment; it just so happens that, if you mix up the set ingredients, a chemical reaction occurs and you reach the same results. If you lead it to the decided answer, you’ll manage to make something tasty, is all. Try to stick strictly to the recipe, and if it still doesn’t turn out right, I think it’s good to do a reflection on where you might’ve gotten it wrong. Eh…? If it doesn’t go well even then…? Aah… I’m gonna leave my phone number here, so if you have anything you want to eat… Eh? Richard, you want me to knock it off? That’s right. It’s not like I always have time. I almost did something irresponsible. Sorry. I’m cheering for you! See ya!

Q.: Where do you start washing your body from? (Yukinekoya-san)

A.: I’ve never thought about that~! It’s from the hair, but that’s with shampoo and doesn’t count as my body, so… *moves his body as if scrubbing it* I start washing from the neck and ears! But what’re you gonna do by asking that?

Q.: What’s your favorite meat? (Reihenbach-san)

A.: If its for Japanese curry, pork! If it’s for Sri Lanka’s curry, fish or chicken! If it’s for sukiyaki, cattle! I love all kinds of meat! But what flashes in my mind regarding “my favorite meat” is the meat and potato stew that Hiromi used to make, so I guess it’s gotta be beef. There wasn’t much meat in it, so I was able to taste it rather well.

Q.: I am a middle school teacher; Seigi-kun, who was the teacher that left the biggest impression on you? Please leave out Richard-sensei! (Kikuchi-san)

A.: Ah, that question is relatively easy to answer. It’s someone named Yamazaki-sensei, who was my class teacher in high school. He’s a graduate from the faculty of economics at Kasaba University, and he’d compliment me at random. Like, “You sure are working hard” or, “You’re so smart”. So I got cheeky, admired him, and when I told him I wanted to be like him, he said, “Then, how about you aim for my alma mater?” and I replied with, “Yes!”… Since Kasaba is a private institution, it was just a suggestion where I was getting ahead with my feelings, but though Hiromi made a bitter face, she wasn’t against it. Maybe she thought it was better than having her son say that he wanted to start working after graduating from middle school. Sensei was transferred when I was in my first year in university, but I hope he’s doing well.

Q.: Seigi-kun, if you were to compare Richard to an animal, which do you think it would be? (Himawari-san)

A.: If Richard were an animal… I wonder which. Richard feels a bit like an animal even now, so it’s hard, but I’d say human…? No, Richard is a human being. My bad, my bad. An animal with whooshy golden hair and blue eyes… I once had the feeling that the air about him is a bit like a creature named miacis, which I saw before in some illustrated reference book. It’s an ancient animal and seems to be the ancestor of dogs, cats and the like, and its exact appearance isn’t known anymore, but when I think of it as the origin of the beauty of all the animals I like, I wonder if he wouldn’t be something along those lines… Richard, Richard? Why won’t you look at me in the eye?

Q.: Is there any time you laughed the most when you were with Richard-san? Alternatively, if there was any time where you ended up laughing without thinking, please tell me! I am rooting for you! (Heartbreak Akira-san)

A.: Eeh…? Is it okay for me to talk about this…? Ah, I’ve received permission, so I’ll say it. Erm, this is a story from when I was studying French; I suddenly felt like doing a prank when I couldn’t make any progress at all, so I asked Richard-sensei something nonsensical, like, “If you don’t mind, please say ‘steamed bun’ in a really French-like way; I think it’ll definitely sound French to me”. And then the answer that came at me was a perfectly French-styled “steamed bun”… I died of laughter. Sorry for being too descriptive with the details. If you have a French friend close to you, I think you should try to make the same request. I think it won’t sound like Japanese to you. It’s already a bit amusing just remembering it. Hey, Richard. You didn’t find it all that funny? Ah, it was funny when I rolled over laughing? Then I guess we can call it even.

Q.: What are the dishes and desserts that you want to try challenging yourself to make? (Tsugiumi-san)

A.: I get interested in the stuff that I think looks delicious, but they’re a little different from the things I decide to try my hand at making. Richard, is there anything you wanna eat? I’ve noticed this recently: I don’t have much will to make stuff only I want to eat, but if it’s something that someone important to me feels like eating, I suddenly get motivated. That’s why, if there’s… Ah, ah, why’re you punching the cushion?

Q.: Looking at Richard-san and Jeffrey-san, are there any moments or points in which you feel that they are similar? (Yoshimura-san)

A.: Yoshimura-san, hello. There are; from my perspective, there are many. There sure are, but… from the face that the person next to me is making, it seems better not to say too much about it. Let me put this one on hold.

Q.: What was your favorite school lunch menu? For lunch boxes, what were your favorite contents? (Nanatsuji-san)

A.: Hello! I used to like all the school lunch dishes, but as expected, curry was what made me happiest. As for lunch boxes, I’d mostly get an allowance to buy the sandwiches and lunch boxes I liked, and whenever I got more than 500 yen, I’d get to buy a large serving of hayashi rice and would be happy over it. After all, the servings have to be big for a school boy, if nothing else.

Q.: If you switched bodies with Richard upon waking up, what is the first thing you would do? (Sango-san)

A.: Eh...? How? Would it be magic or something? I’d probably think, “Is this a dream?” and go back to sleep. But why would I be in Richard’s body...? I wonder if my head would malfuction from talking too much about how beautiful he is and things would turn out like that. If I got cocky and tried to imitate Richard, I feel like he’d give me one hell of a cold look with those elegant eyes of his, so hum, I wouldn’t do anything, just sleep until the magic wore off. I also think that Richard would be happier when I have the face of Nakata Seigi rather than his own.

Q.: When did you get your growth spurt? (Middle Schooler-san)

A.: Does that mean the time when I got taller? I think it was either in my third year of middle school or first year of high school. It was neither too late nor early among my friends, so while not minding it much, I ended up surpassing Hiromi’s height.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello. ♪ Seigi-kun, what kind of fashion do you like? Where do you normally buy clothes? Also, have you changed your style or been influenced after meeting Richard? If you can, please tell us. (*^^*) (Yuriko-san)

A.: Hello! Fashion, huuh... To be honest, before I started working in Étranger, I used to feel like I only needed to keep my clothes as clean as necessary and that they were okay as long as they didn’t look sloppy, but as expected, once you enter a jewelry shop, the number of clothes with high collars increases. Then, I met Richard, and ever since I started working for him, my opportunities to wear a suit increased, but what he often tells me is, “Wear what you like however you like the most you can within the limits”, and speaking of which, I kinda seem to look up to suits with a large silhouette and felt hats, like the ones people used to wear in prewar days. I think this is probably the influence of an actor my Grandma liked. In the past, there was a black-and-white photo of him decorating the apartment where Grandma lived. It would’ve been great if I could’ve showed myself wearing a suit to Grandma.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello! A question for you. Seigi-kun’s “senpai”, Vincent-san, is a user of Jeet Kune Do, but you are also a black belt at Karate, so I am very curious about what would happen if the two of you actually fought. Since you both master your own matrial arts, so I feel that I would be able to see a cool fight between you. Also, this is just my ponderings, but Seigi-kun, I want you to tell me, from your point of view, how strong you think Vincent-san is and what changes you have of winning. (Monaka-san)

A.: Hello! Erm, when you say “fight”, is it okay to interpret it as a head-on brawl? I think you probably do not practice any martial arts, Monaka-san, so I am going to answer based on that: martial arts abilities and fight abilities are completely different. See, the rules of each martial art are pre-determined, and if you fight within them, you won’t suffer serious injuries and you can decide who wins or loses, but there’s none of that in a brawl, so... Also, I believe both parties know that, if a person who did martial arts to some extent hits someone in earnest, it’ll result in something that can’t be undone, so I think they can’t bring themselves to throw fists with each other. But on the other hand, since we can tell to some degree that we both seem to have have this awereness, I think it’s okay if I so much as throw a paper ball at the back of his head. Vince-san might hit me back, and then I guess I’d fling a straw bag at him next. We might get along a bit better if we both let it out. Sorry that it’d be the light type! I hope this served as an answer.

Q.: A question for Nakata Seigi-kun! To be precise: is there anything that makes you go, “This is the one thing I want to tell Richard-shi!!”~? Even if it is something that is normally hard to say, you might be able to say it here. (*^^*) (Sui-san)

A.: “I’m happy when you eat my pudding; thanks! But I’m begging, for health reasons, that you’re at least careful not to eat too much...! I wanna be with you for a long time. Please. And... also... thanks for always. I’m so grateful to you that I can’t say it enough. It’d be great if I could.” This is it! Aah, that was embarrassing. Eh? “You’re always telling me that much”, you say? Is that so?

Q.: What is your favorite sweet? (Tanaka Milk Tea-san)

A.: That’s a difficult theme... I don’t seem to have any that I’m obsessed with, but anything looks delicious to me if it’s a sweet that Richard eats with relish, so I grow to like it. But when Richard doesn’t eat all of a sweet and leaves some of it, I go, “Could it be he left it for me because he thought I’d like it?” and they also turn out to be so, so tasty. Basically, I like everything. Unless I buy and eat it by myself.

Q.: Nice to meet you; as Seigi-kun faces people very straightforward and honestly, I read every volume while confirming over and over that I also want to live on facing people like that. Is there anything that the aforementioned Seigi-kun always puts in his bag? (Sumiyaki Yuuma-san)

A.: Sumiyaki-san, hello! Being told that I face people honestly is flattering. I do think it’d be great if I actually manage that, but the “honesty” I’m thinking about is my own concept of it, so it’s not like this honesty is something only comfortable for the other person. That’s why being told so makes me all the happier. Thank you. This is from after meeting Richard, but what I always have in my bag is candy. Royal-milk-tea-flavored ones. When I don’t have them, I pack in some other sweet, and just from thinking, “I’d give him this if he were here”, it kinda feels like having a fragment of him with me even when he’s not by my side, and it’s reassuring. It helps me out. Other than that, my phone. Thanks for the question!

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #richard ranashinha de vulpian #nakata seigi #richard #fanbook #my translation

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years ago

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Country Roads, Take Me Home: Chap. 4

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye

Read Chapters 1-3 Here

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Deeks and Kensi were up early the next morning to start their drive to Nevada. All was quiet from Bill and Carol’s RV and they were able to leave without saying goodbye to their whacky neighbors.

They stopped for breakfast on their way out of town at a small local diner that, according to one Yelp review, had “the best donuts in the world.” Kensi couldn’t disagree, they were pretty amazing.

“So, onto Nevada?” she said around a mouthful of Boston creme.

“Great Basin. Should be awesome. I thought we could tour the Lehman caves and maybe do some stargazing.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Although thanks to your creativity we both already saw stars last night.”

She kicked him good-naturedly under the table. “That was a one time only. You have to come up with your own creativity next time.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said with a grin. His gaze caught on something above her head and she frowned. “What do you think happened there?”

Kensi turned to follow his gaze. On the wall was a large blank spot with some exposed wiring. “Looks like there used to be a TV there,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows and Kensi immediately shook her head. “I know what you’re thinking and there’s no way. It is not possible that we’ve stumbled onto yet another crime. Not on this vacation. We promised. We said nothing like this could possibly happen this year.”

“Can I get you anything else?” Carmen, their server, interrupted their conversation.

Deeks nodded toward the empty spot on the wall. “Hey Carmen, something happen to your TV?” “Yeah,” she said. “So weird. Somebody stole it the other day. Emptied the register too. Owner’s pissed about it.”

“You didn’t catch anything on your security cameras?” Kensi asked.

She shook her head. “We only have the one and it’s at the back door. Police are investigating, but it’s not a high priority, you know?”

“Sorry to hear that,” Deeks said. “I think we’re all set here, just the check when you have a second.”

“Stop thinking about it,” Kensi said as they walked back to the RV.

“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” Deeks asked. “You’re not in my head.”

Kensi rolled her eyes. “I know you and your detective brain. You’re still thinking about that TV.”

“Well you have to admit it’s a hell of a coincidence,” he said. “Bill and Carol show up with a TV, a TV near the campsite goes missing…”

“Maybe you need to stop thinking with your detective brain and remember with your lawyer brain that that is called circumstantial evidence and will not hold up in a court of law.”

“I’m not saying we need to do anything I’m just suggesting…”

“Well stop suggesting and start driving. Our cave tour is at three and we don’t want to miss it.”

Kensi dozed off as Deeks drove, waking up as they crossed the border into Nevada. “Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Deeks said as she stretched and rolled out her neck. “Welcome to ‘The Silver State.’ Want to make a detour to Vegas and get hitched?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “We’re already married.”

“Vow renewal?”

“Only if I get another wedding cake out of it.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

They made it to the RV park with plenty of time to spare before their cave tour. “Stay here,” he said after he’d parked.

He stepped outside and made a big show of looking around.

Kensi wrinkled her nose. “Deeks what are you doing?”

He poked his head back in. “Checking for Bill and Carol. Coast is clear. You can come out.”

“Oh thank god,” she said, walking out to check out the view. Even from the parking lot it was beautiful. “I’m ready for some peace and quiet.”

“No baseball games.” Deeks wrapped his arms around her.

“No dogs.”

“No sex advice.”

Kensi nodded. “Definitely no sex advice.”

Half an hour later they met up with their guide and a small group of other tourists including a few kids at the mouth of the caves. “Okay everyone, my name is Marcus, I’m going to be your tour guide today,” he said. “We’re just waiting for a couple more people so we’ll give them about five more minutes and we’ll get started.”

“Nope! Hey! No need to wait! We’re here!”

“No…” Kensi said in quiet horror as she and Deeks both turned to see none other than Bill and Carol hustling toward them.

Bill was dressed in his finest vacation dad attire; a pair of cargo shorts with about twenty pockets and socks pulled up to nearly his knees with hiking boots. Carol on the other hand was sporting a necklace that, had it been real, would probably have been worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars and was definitely not standard spelunking attire.

“Bill and Carol Weekes reporting for duty!” Bill said, both of them out of breath. “Sorry we’re late. Had a dog problem.”

“That’s okay,” Marcus said. “All right everyone please listen carefully I’m going to go over a few of the rules for our tour today.” “I cannot believe this,” Kensi said under her breath as she plastered on a smile and answered Carol’s excited wave. “How is this possible?”

“Did you tell Carol our entire itinerary when we met them on the side of the road?” Deeks hissed.

“No! I mean…I mentioned some of the places. But I never expected them to decide to follow us the entire trip!”

“Hi! Please make sure you’re paying attention,” Marcus said pointedly, causing them both to clam up and continue listening to directions about not disturbing or touching anything in the caves and to watch out for low spots in the ceiling.

“Make certain to watch your step and if you have children with you please keep track of them at all times. We don’t want anybody left behind,” Marcus finished. “Now you can all follow me single file as we enter the caves.”

Try as they might Kensi and Deeks ended up directly in front of Bill and Carol and once they were inside there wasn’t really any space to move further up in the group. “What a surprise,” Bill said, clapping Deeks so hard on the shoulder that he almost stumbled into a stalagmite.

“Yeah it really is,” Deeks said.

“Well you know we were just thinking about how wonderful it would be to see these caves so we rushed right over here and wouldn’t you know, we made it just in time!” Carol said excitedly.

“Once my Carol gets an idea you can’t get her off it!” Bill chuckled. “She wants to see a bunch of old rocks, a bunch of old rocks it is!”

They proceeded through the entire tour with Bill cracking jokes and elbowing Deeks in the ribs like they were old pals, while Carol oohed and aahed with every new rock formation. They’d opted to take the longer tour, and Kensi regretted every single second. The caves were beautiful, but the company was not.

By the time they exited the last cave Kensi had a raging headache and Deeks looked more sour than she’d ever seen him. The only saving grace was that Bill and Carol hadn’t obtained a parking slot within the park, but instead had needed to park at a separate campsite nearby. “Oh please come on over for dinner, I’m making beef stew,” Carol pleaded as they walked down the trail.

“Next time,” Deeks said. “The little lady’s got a headache, gotta get her home.”

“You two are racking up quite the number of rainchecks!” Carol said. “All right then, have a good evening. Toodles!”

With a little wave she and Bill scooted away to hopefully go wreak havoc on some new neighbors.

“Have I mentioned that I hate them?” Kensi asked, rubbing at her temples.

“Me too.” Deeks wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get you back so you can take a nap and get rid of that headache.”

She woke an hour later feeling considerably better. When she sat up she found Deeks sitting at the table, laptop in front of him. “What are you doing?” she asked as she sat up.

“Sending pictures of Bill and Carol to Eric so he can run them through facial rec.”

She sat up. “What?!”

“Did you see that necklace Carol was wearing today?” Deeks asked. “She didn’t have that on the other day.”

“Women change their jewelry Deeks.”

“Remember the cruise ship? And Hawaii? And Jacksonville? When you just knew something was up?” He looked at her pointedly. “And your loving husband humored you and you turned out to be right and we took down the bad guys together?”

She rolled her eyes and scooted to the edge of the bed so she was closer to him. “Yes, I remember. Are you saying it’s my turn to trust your intuition?”

“I just feel like something’s up. We’ll run the background check and then we’ll know.”

“And then we can continue our vacation in peace?” She bent over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, then we can continue in peace.”

They’d just finished dinner when Eric called. “Hey Eric, you’re on speaker,” Deeks said, setting down his fork.

“Hi Eric!” Kensi said.

“Hey Kens, how are the parks?”

“Gorgeous. We’re totally loving it.”

“That’s awesome. So listen Deeks, I ran background checks on both Bill and Carol Weekes and they came back pretty clean. A couple parking tickets here and there, but no arrests, no domestic disturbances, nothing that would make them seem at all suspicious.”

Kensi shot Deeks a pointed look. “You’re sure Eric?” Deeks asked. “No incidences of dog violence?”

“Um…no?” Eric asked confused. “I didn’t specifically check for that though.”

“That’s okay,” Kensi said. “Thanks Eric, we appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You didn’t mention this to anybody, right?” Deeks asked.

If he had, they’d never hear the end of it. “No I didn’t, but is everything okay?” Eric asked, tone turning concerned.

“Yep, everything’s great, just my paranoia kicking into overdrive,” Deeks said quickly.

“Are you sure? Sam and Callen could be there in—“

“Bye Eric!” Deeks hung up. “How long do you think he’ll hold out before Callen and Sam interrogate it out of him?”

“Depends,” Kensi said. “If they’re at the mission right now we probably have until tomorrow morning. If they’re not, we might have until tomorrow night.”

“We could ditch our phones and turn off the wifi.”

“Eric would just track our plates. They know our basic plan, we won’t be hard to find. Was it worth it?”

“I guess.” He shook his head. “I just really had a feeling something was up with those two.”

She reached across the table for his hand. “It’s okay if you’re losing your touch. You are getting older.”

“Hey!”

She stood, pulling him along with her. “Come on old man. The stars are waiting. Unless it’s past your bedtime already?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Pretty soon you’ll be wearing cargo shorts and talking about how the price of cable keeps going up…”

He growled catching her around the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s an old man!”

#NCIS LA #Densi #Country Roads Take Me Home #Chapter 4 #Densi Summer Vacation #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #NCIS Los Angeles

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sahbibabe · 4 years ago

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Ignoring The Obvious

Soulmate AU

Sephiroth/Fem! Reader

Part Eleven

Your hospital stay is short. Your training commences. Reno has serious problems with being... well, helpful. Or encouraging. Especially with a giant Shinra dog chasing you through vents.

THE BED WAS HARD, YOUR knees were killing you, your abdomen was on fire, and the nurse was steadily refusing to give you morphine no matter how much you begged. You had spent the better part of two days as high as a kite, blissfully unaware of the train wreck of memories about to hit you the moment you were weaned off of your medication. The file─your unfiltered, raw test subject notes and classifications─sat innocently on the nightstand as if it was completely separate from the emotional turmoil you were facing.

It would be easy, so easy to slip into the mercenary's mindset and ignore the pain. To shove the emotions aside and bury them so deep you didn't even have to acknowledge their existence. All you had to do was will them away, and they would be gone. But that was unhealthy and the moment you did that, all of your progress would be ruined forever and you would start from scratch once more.

But did it really matter? You asked yourself the same question over and over again as you watched the Chocobo documentary on the one-channel television network. You would be going back to that life anyways, with that same mindset and habits, without anyone to stop you from doing otherwise. You would be killing people for Rufus Shinra in the name of eliminating competition; a petty game was what it all came down to.

And you were the knight who guarded the King.

You looked away from the television to your food. It was plain hospital food, rich in protein to help you replace all of the blood you had supposedly lost while you fought the doctor tooth and nail when he tried to get a needle in your arm for an IV. Reno had laughed when he told you about the resident's injuries, but it only made you feel sick to your stomach when the nurses had to strap you down like a wild animal.

Other than Reno, your only other visitor was Rude, and he had been thoughtful enough to bring you a bouquet of real flowers. He wouldn't say where he had gotten them from when you asked, just sat in silence, so you asked him instead how Hojo was doing with that stab wound, as smug as you might have sounded.

"You didn't stab Hojo," Rude told you bluntly, a slight hint of confusion in his voice. Your smugness was wiped from your face. "You stabbed an assistant doctor who had come in to check your new vitals."

"No," you had whispered,"no, that… That was Hojo. I remember it like it happened seconds ago…"

"It doesn't matter. The doctor has been treated and compensated out of your salary. You'll be fifty thousand gil short."

And that had been the end of that.

Now, you picked at the cheap, plasticky roast beef on your plate and pushed your asparagus around in circles. You weren't getting anywhere without the alarms sounding on your bed, so you were effectively a prisoner until they turned them off. Add that to the iron they were slowly feeding into your IV and you felt like a rabbit confined in a small cage, pacing a few steps at a time.

Out of the corner of your eye, sitting right beside the file you were desperately trying to avoid reading, sat the Book of Colors: a book that translated all of the different colors soulmates might see, their specific combinations, and surprisingly, origins.

The strings felt snug against your fingers as you weighed your options, kneading your fingers into your palm. There was a lot you could learn about the authenticity of soulmate bonds through that book. People followed it like gospel, spoke of it as something holy. You had never had a reason to read it until now, or the money to, but now you had prime opportunity and the eyesight to help you do it.

You picked up the book and pushed your lunch tray away from the bed.

It was a hefty leather thing, dyed black and sewn with gold thread to display the title: The Book of Colors. One could easily take it for a children's book, but it was so much more than that. A quick glance at the spine showed it was the newest edition.

The first page you opened it to described the various types of soulmate bonds, everywhere from bonds to the literal soul to telepathic communication. It depended heavily on the people bound to determine what kind of bonds they got. Cynical, unfair people walked around without color vision until they met their soulmate; quiet, shy people got telepathy; and people like you, a mercenary gone civilian, got strings.

"Strings guide the lost home," you mumbled, tracing your finger over the plain description beneath the header,"and return hearts to where they belong."

One of the authors theorized heavily that strings meant involvement with the lifestream personally, or some kind of way to identify past soulmates with one another.

"It's a very unique thing, the strings," the author wrote,"just like anyone else's, but this means that the two souls have already connected before in the past. Eons or two hundred years ago, who can say?"

You skimmed over the rest and flipped over to the colors, the part you had been dreading and also curiously dying to read. There were sections to different soulmate types, some colors meaning different things, so you found your section and settled down in your springy hospital bed.

"Identify the weave of your strings," the book told you. It offered a small chart of different weave types. "You may have two types or you may have four. Find yours and look at the pairing chart to determine the intent of your bond."

That was easy enough. You shook the threads out and looked closely at their weave; there was a single double braid, what looked like a dutch braid, and an elaborately woven pattern that repeated halfway through the string on each one.

"The double braid signifies a union between two people," you read, following the lines with your finger. "If there is a child born from that union, two becomes three on this specific line."

You didn't have a third thread, like you expected, so you moved on.

"The dutch braid signifies a match with power and darkness. Don't worry yourself, though! Darkness can be equated to many things, such as self conflict, a trouble within the body, or even a mental disconnection from stress."

Sephiroth didn't seem to be mentally disconnected, but you didn't even know him that well. You messed with the threads for a few moments, stuck on that phrasing, before finding the last section where the more elaborate braids were.

"This gorgeous flower patterned weave means that you have reunited with your soulmate several times in various past lives. Much like additional colors to the vision discussed in the previous soulmate identification, the different petals on it connote just how many times you have been with your soulmate in past lives. Count them! How many do you have?"

You raised an eyebrow and counted the individual petals. One, two, three, four, five, six, and… just burgeoning on the final petal, weaving itself before your eyes, was seven.

But there wasn't a number for that─there wasn't even a color combination or weave combination for the mess around your hand. You checked several times, but to no avail; no one had ever had gold, purple, and green and black threads.

You slammed the book shut and tossed it back on the nightstand just as the door handle turned and popped open. Reno sauntered past the threshold and made himself at home in the guest chair, eating popcorn and humming an odd tune.

"So, how's the chocobo documentary doing?" His eyes sparkled with mirth. "Making you bored yet?"

"Sure. If you count restlessness as bored." You crossed your arms and fixed him with a hard stare. "When can I get out and do my job?"

"In an hour." Reno threw a handful of popcorn in his mouth dismissively. "Doc says you're cleared to start training and work off that excessive energy you have."

"Good." You ripped your blankets back and hopped out of the bed. The floor was still cold beneath the cheap socks the hospital had given you. The world swam around you for a moment and you steadied yourself against the nightstand. "Good. That means I didn't pass the exam?"

Reno shrugged. "You never finished it. Tseng pulled some strings. As long as you pass training you should be fine."

"Why do you sound like you doubt me?"

"You'll find out in… oh, about an hour."

And oh, find out you did.

"Reno, I'm going to murder you for this."

Sweat traced rivers down your face as you shimmied your way through the ventilation system of the training barracks, a guard dog snapping at your heels. He didn't answer over the comms system, but you knew he had to be laughing at you somehow.

"Shit," you yelped, feeling the dog's teeth sink down into your shoe. You kicked back on reflex and it cried out, releasing you instantly. You moved a little faster, relieved at the sight of a vent, and slammed your elbow down on the grate. It didn't budge and there was a very pissed off hound breathing down your neck. "Oh, fuck me."

"Keep on moving, [Name]!" Reno chortled. You scowled and got on your knees, moving as fast as you could given the cramped space. "Three minutes left!"

"You and your three minutes can go to hell!"

"Yeah, but then who would sic hounds on you then? You'd fail your training no problem."

"Reno," you growled, shoving your fingers into another grate just ahead and pushing down hard. It swung open. The dog got closer. "I'm going to kick your ass."

"Get out of the vents and then we can talk!"

You dropped neatly onto a bench, the leatherwork groaning beneath your feet. You hopped off and opened the door right as the dog dropped out behind you, hightailing it down the hall at full speed.

"Gotta take out the dog, too, [Name]!" Reno reminded you.

Feet skidding into the marble floor, you whirled around, cursing Reno for his snarky reminders and tackled the dog head on. It flailed as you wrapped your arms around its neck and cut off its breathing, barely keeping purchase by pinning your knees to the over muscled thighs. It growled and tried to bite you, the struggle slowing second by second, until it flopped down on the floor, tongue hanging.

Unconcious, but not dead.

You reclined back on your haunches with a sigh, wiping sweat from your forehead, and when you opened your eyes, you found the full brunt of Reeve Tuesti's gaze staring you down.

Your hand dropped from your forehead. Not even your labored breathing helped you forget that you had somehow ended up in a completely different building than Reno had told you to go to.

"Damnit."

#final fantasy #final fantasy 7 remake #sephiroth x reader #soulmate au #soulmate #final fantasy vii remake

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lavenderlight · 4 years ago

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1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 39, 40 >:)

Ahdgkhh okay here we go!!!

1: Which TES games have you played?

All 5 main series games, ESO, and Blades!

2: Favorite TES game?

Oblivion........ like the other games have traits I like more, but also cons. Like... if I had to pick a game to just play with only the Unofficial Patch, it’d be that one.

3: When and how you got into TES? I was at a game store with my brother and we saw Oblivion with all these award “amazing game” stickers on it on clearance. So picked it up. I wasn’t impressed right away (remember picking dark elf tho) so put it down. My bro played it and said “omg you have to get out of the tutorial dungeon that sucks but the rest of the game is so good!” So I made a bosmer and did and there rest is history. TES has been a special interest of mine and a big comfort series for a decade now! 4: Favorite race Bosmer! Dunmer are a close second though. Thanks Morrowind. 5: Favorite province Valenwood........... love it............ Cyrodiil too because I’m basic. 6: Favorite character Ahdjgh hard to pick because there are so many! Off the top of my head, Dagoth Ur/Voryn Dagoth, Indoril Nerevar (what a shock, I know), Serana Volkihar, Glarthir, The Adoring Fan (don’t @ me), The Jemane Brothers, Marcurio, really all the characters from ESO’s main quest and the ending side quests who help you 😭😭. 7. Favorite faction

Thieves’ Guild, minus Skyrim’s. Skyrim’s Thieves’ Guild was awful eww.

8: Which province you would like to live in

If the lore and history and stuff weren’t a thing, Summerset because it’s aesthetic and has nice beaches. Realistically, probs Cyrodiil because I’m basic and I like how it’s a melting pot of various races and cultures!

As much as I love Valenwood, wouldn’t be able to handle the Green Pact

9: Which deity/deities would you worship?

Dibella - because I like how she’s the divine for the arts, and actual true love and beauty in the world (feel like she’s the divine most likely to say gay rights and trans rights). That vibes with me.

Makes me sad that both in the games and in the fandom, she’s reduced to “ha ha slutty sex goddess”.

10: Favorite Divine

Dibella because see above.

11: Favorite Daedric Prince

Oh boy... hajdg I love Daedra (except Molag Bal - eww)!!! So it’s hard to pick. Just rapid fire listing some favs: Sheogorath, Meridia, Azura, Barbas (does he count?), Hircine...

12: Favorite enemy

Dagoth Ur

13: Favorite dungeon

Hmmm, I feel like I’m forgetting some, but I enjoyed Nocturnal’s trial dungeon in Skyrim because I like sneaking and it was all based on that.

14. You have awakened and you are a Cliff Racer. What do you do?

Hunt and kill anyone who dares to step outside Seyda Neen lol

15: What would you do if you contracted vampirism?

C u r e

16: What would you do if you contracted lycanthropy?

C u r e

17: Are there any characters you have crushes on?

Not rly because I’m ace.

If so, who?

18: Favorite Great House

The Sixth House. The Tribe Unmourned. The-

Honestly all of them are whack and have... issues. When I played Morrowind, I didn’t join any of them lol. Telvanni is at least entertaining and very out there which makes them cool. So I guess them?

19: Favorite TES music

Ahaha... I sold my soul to Jeremy Soule... I have so so many... :’)

“The Road Most Travelled”, “Peaceful Waters”, “Stilt Sunrise”, “Auri-El’s Ascension”, “Sunrise of Flutes”, “Harvest Dawn”, “All’s Well” “The Streets of Whiterun”, “Secunda” (this is one of my all time favourite video game songs!), “Sovngarde”, “One They Fear”

Then from ESO which has other composers too: “Northpoint Nocturne”, “Moth, Butterfly, and Torchbug”, and “Grazelands Dawn” (mostly because it’s a remix of “The Road Most Travelled” 🥺)

Oh, and this song from the Morrowind dlc because the remaster of “Nerevar Rising” from 2:54 onward. (which how could I forget “Nerevar Rising”? Ugh it gives me feels! The Oblivion and Skyrim main themes are very near and dear to me too)

Also really enjoyed this song from Clockwork City - captures the melancholy vibe and I like the clock noises in it.

20: In your opinion, what is the scariest thing in TES?

I can’t stand spiders so anytime anything having to do with them shows up... I play with mods that remove them and in ESO, I have a list of dungeons and places to avoid. If I have to do one, I make someone go with me and kill them for me lol.

The Lighthouse Quest in Skyrim was also mega spooky. As for lore, soul trapping and the Soul Cairn really freaks me out! I can’t bring myself to use soul trapping because it bothers me :( I headcanon that when a soul gem runs out of charge, the soul is freed because it’s the only way I can sleep at nigh leave me alone lol 21: Favorite main quest Morrowind, hands down. I will infodump and discuss that game’s plot forever. 22: Favorite side quest

I really like the Daedric Shrine quests, they’re always fun. Also love the silly little short quests like in Morrowind when you have to help the guy get his pants back, or in ESO where you gotta find the lost dog in Valenwood and pet it.

Oblivion has loads of side quests I loved... the missing dunmer painter, Hackdirt, that quest with the ladies who are killing men, the Floating Bowl quest... the mystery at Chorrol Castle....

23: Most frustrating experience in a TES game

I get mad any time the sneaking mechanics in ESO don’t work like the main games. Because I always play an archer-thief lol.

That one fabricant machine puzzle in Tribunal.... oh man........ I had to look it up.

And also the final boss for Clockwork City was annoying. Don’t go to the Clockwork City!

24: Funniest experience in a TES game

Other than moments intended to be funny, I sometimes laugh whenever I miss a jump and end up dying from fall damage. It’s so ridiculous.

Dagoth Ur’s “What are you doing?!” when you first attack the Heart always gets a chuckle out of me too. He sounds so... upset and disappointed in you? Lol

25: Most badass moment in a TES game

The ending to ESO’s main quest was a rly big power fantasy moment for me.

Also more mundane, but I felt really cool and powerful when I got to the point in Morrowind where I could one shot kill cliff racers lol

26: Saddest experience in a TES game

The ESO side quest, “The Soul-Meld Mage” in Coldharbour. After that one, I had to step away for a bit.... man. It hurt my heart and I still feel so bad. That was a case in the game where I really felt impacted by how cruel and awful Molag Bal is. Like I *knew* but that quest played with my emotions and made it personal.

27: Favorite area/region

Valenwood from ESO. I spend all my time there, and sometimes go to Summerset or Vvardenfell lol.

28: Least favorite character

Vivec.

Also don’t like Maven-Black Briar. :I

29: In-game food item you want to eat the most

Sweetroll!

Also this one recipe for a beef dish I found in Valenwood sounded good. Maybe also the Sunrise Souffle mentioned in Skyrim?

30: If you could try skooma, would you?

No. Don’t do drugs, kids.

31: If you had the skills and resources to do a perfect cosplay of any TES character who would it be?

Probs Serana

32: Have you read any of the novels?

No, but I’ve been thinking about it!

33: Favorite class to play

Thief, or a thief-similar class like agent or rogue.

34: Which type of magic would you most like using?

Alteration seems the most useful for everyday life lol. But illusion would be fun.

35: Favorite weapon

I use bows all the time!

36: Favorite spell

Levitate from Morrowind - it’s so much fun to use!

37: Favorite artifact

Nerevar’s Moon-And-Star Ring. It’s cute lol and I like the lore behind it!

Also enjoy the Wabbajack because of how silly it is, and Dibella’s Brush of Truepaint.

38: You have awakened to find you’re in Tamriel. How do you react?

Because yeah I love TES but also the world of it is scary with gods and monsters constantly trying to kill you lol

39: Thoughts on ESO so far

I really enjoy the world and writing! But I’m still cranky over some moments where it’s an MMO and not a normal TES game :I

I also hate that we can’t have NPC companions. You really gonna give me a clockwork nix-hound named Snuffler and not let me travel with him? For shame.

40: Character you’d most like to hang out with

Nerevar, because I’m very awkward and shy and bad at peopleing and I would hope he could teach me how to improve lol.

But to actually hang out and chill, Marcurio would be pretty fun lol

#thank you!!!#asks #rucow

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FIC: Separate Lives (spicyhoney)

Summary: Edge can't be anyone but himself, but he is nothing that Rus needs.

Notes: This story strikes me as almost an AU of 'By Any Other Name', what might've happened if Stretch and Edge didn't get together. Sadness ahead!

Tags: Underfell Papyrus, Underswap Papyrus, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Angst, Self-Worth Issues, Post-Break Up, Yearning

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It was past dark by the time Edge returned home from work. The lights in the main room turned on automatically as he stepped inside, closing the door against the chilly evening air. He hung up his jacket in the closet, keys deposited in a decorative bowl on a small table by the front door, shoes lined up carefully on the mat.

Dinner was waiting for him, already prepared in the crock pot which in his opinion was one of the best inventions Humans ever developed. Perhaps some gourmands would be rolling in their graves if they were forced to taste his modified version of beef bourguignon, but if so, they could keep their complaints beneath the ground.

He changed before he ate, hanging up his suit carefully and dressing in a soft pullover and jeans. When the workday was done, it was best to get out of that mindset and a simple change of clothes helped to keep him from turning Embassy issues over in his head all night long.

He ate at the table in silence, washed his plate and set it in the drainer.

Mettaton was on and he watched the variety show. The detective movie. Even the Quiz show. If he were asked tomorrow what any of them were about, he wouldn’t have been able to think of a single word.

His sockets felt dry and grainy by then, exhaustion starting to pull him down; he was tired and tomorrow would be an early day, technically today, and--

But his cell phone ringing cut off anything else.

He waited for the second ring to answer, “Hello.”

“heya, bestie,” The voice on the other side of the line was low and amused. “didn’t wake you up, did i.”

Edge relaxed back into the sofa cushions and closed his sockets, allowing that husky, malted voice to roll over him. “Would you care if you had?”

“nah. we both know you were waiting by the phone.” Rus said it teasingly, unaware of the uncomfortable truth.

“With bated breath,” Edge said dryly.

“heh, well, you can cut your fishing trip short cause here i am. told you i’d call when i got home safe.” The blurred, liquid quality to his laughter implied several drinks over the course of the night. His eye lights would be bright from the alcohol, faint orange bleeding into the normal soft white. There was the sound of rustling, perhaps blankets, it could be that Rus was lying in the unmade mess of his own bed, looking up at the ceiling with Edge’s voice in his skull.

“At 2am?” Distantly said, the words weren’t ones he wanted to think too closely about. “Burning the late-night oil, were you.”

Rus made a rude, scoffing sound, punctuated by the creak of the bed frame and there was a soft thunk, quickly followed by a second; he must be kicking off his shoes. “it was a date, not a tinder hookup! gotta take a little time, you know, get to know them, takes a few hours. isn’t that what a date is for? getting to know someone, making a match, letting someone light my fire.”

“Knowing your jokes, he was probably ready for the burn unit by the end of the night.” Perhaps he took an Uber home, alone, perhaps he’d allowed his date to take him. A last few teasing jokes before he got out of the car or perhaps leaning in through the driver’s side window. Perhaps, perhaps—

“ouch, okay, i’m hanging up, i need to report a murder,” Rus laughed, then his voice dropped low, secretive. “speaking of fire, might not make it to the third date rule with this one, whoa, momma, he’s igniting something, all right.”

The low growl that escaped was not of his choosing and Edge stifled it immediately.

“didn’t catch that, what did you say?” More rustling sounds, Rus’s voice was muffled, likely pulling off his sweatshirt. There was a heavy flump of it hitting the floor and Edge could see it very clearly. The clutter of dirty clothing littered around with the occasional empty honey bottle sprouting through, a trash flower blooming through fabric. Rus lying back on the sheets, rib cage bare, the path of his spine leading to his pelvis where his pants interrupted the journey. Or perhaps not, perhaps he’d already kicked them off to join their brethren, another patch in his laundry garden. Perhaps he was dressed only in his own bare, lovely bones, perhaps--

"Oh, I was just thinking,” Edge said lightly, “that you might try playing a little hard to get. That is, if you’re hoping for something past date three.”

“we’ll see,” doubtfully, rich with amusement, “anyway, i’m home safe, worry wart, didn't end up in any stranger's dust pan. you can get some sleep now. night, edgelord, see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Rus.”

Edge disconnected the call and sat on his sofa with his phone in his hand for a long time.

~~*~~

Once, he’d been the one on the verge of date three, all of Rus’s teasing flirtations forging a direct path to it. Edge was the one who stopped things there, halted them at the crossroads to choose a different path.

He could still clearly remember Rus’s face when he’d told him; the bland acceptance complicit with the way he blinked a little too often, a fraction too hard. There would be no third date, but when Edge offered friendship, Rus took it eagerly, and now, months later, they were best of friends despite their differences.

It was for the best, Edge knew, necessary, the only choice Edge could make. He’d needed to break things off before he learned how Rus’s mouth tasted, before he ever felt him in his arms.

Dates were a chance to get to know someone, Rus said, a learning experience of sorts, and what Edge learned all too quickly was that Rus deserved better than he could offer.

Truth be told, he should have cut him off entirely, kept his distance rather than endure this slow, aching torture. It was a weakness, Edge supposed. Too weak to properly let Rus go, but at least like this the only person he was hurting was himself.

They were friends, the best of friends, and it was enough. It was.

~~*~~

The next morning Edge got up with his alarm. He went to work, did his job, came home. Left his shoes lined up by the door and listened when Rus called him to let him know he was home safe from his date.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

~~*~~

“unf, how do you always make the best stuff for lunch,” Rus said around his current mouthful. His chopsticks were delving back into his bowls, scooping up more noodles before he’d even swallowed the first round.

They were sitting together in the Embassy cafeteria as they always did on their once a week meeting. It was nothing unusual, hardly a second glance was sent their way. Everyone else was focused on their own lunches and conversations, a roomful of meandering chatter

“I like eating.” Edge took a bite from his own bowl with more care. The broth was rich and salty, the noodles cooked to satisfying perfection and generously flavored with plenty of scallions.

“please, everyone likes eating. most people, anyway. not everyone raises their game to an art form like you, damn.” Rus slurped up another mouthful of noodles and Edge reached over to slap him lightly on the back of the skull.

“Show some manners or you’re going to get banned from the museum,” Edge told him dryly. He looked down into his ramen bowl, swirling his chopstick through the broth. “Speaking of which, the Embassy is sponsoring an event this Friday at the Ebott Art Institute. Did you want to come?”

“can’t,” Rus said around a mouthful of soft-boiled egg. It should have been the furthest thing from charming. “got another date.”

“Date number three, isn’t it?” Edge said idly. As if he didn’t know very well. “I’m sure that will be far more entertaining than ‘Monster and Human Art Trends Through the Ages’.”

“might be, i’m a little more into current events. ‘specially when its currently in my bedroom. eh, don’t worry, edgelord, i bet you won’t have any trouble getting someone else as a go along.” Rus offered him a sharp grin and cast a glance over the room, his eye lights touching on various Monsters consideringly. Edge didn’t follow his gaze.

That would only be true if one considered his shadow a companion.

Edge didn’t answer him and asked instead, “You’ll call me when you get home?”

“wouldn’t dream of not, captain concern.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, banked heat hidden in his eye lights. “might just be a text, though. could be busy.”

“Of course,” Edge said crisply. He took another mouthful of noodles, too soft beneath the force of his teeth.

~~*~~

“you’re an idiot, you know.”

Edge stopped just inside the door of his office, sighing to see his brother sprawled out on the sofa. Instead of at one end, Red chose to lay on the middle cushion so he could prop his filthy boots up on the arm.

“Yes, please do instruct me on how I’ve failed you this time.” Edge took hold of the untied laces and yanked those boots roughly off the fine leather. Red only rolled with it, shifting to sit upright. His coat needed washing and Edge absently began making a plan on how to get him out of it long enough to do it.

“ain’t failing me,” Red scoffed. He pulled out a slender vial, tipping a toothpick into his hand, and the faint smell of cinnamon rose in the air. “too busy failing yourself.”

It would be better to ignore him. Eventually Red would get bored and either wander off or fall asleep, adding drool to the dirt he’d already gotten on the sofa. Either way, he’d be silent. That would be the intelligent thing to do. “How so?”

There was enough disgust in his expression to sting. “you think no one else can see it, don’t you? just cause rus can’t find his coccyx in broad daylight with both hands and a map don’t mean i’m blind.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” The noodles were long since incorporated into his magic, it wasn’t possible for them to churn within him nauseously. He went over to the coffee maker and poured out a cup.

“oh yeah?” Red’s eye lights glittered, the color of old blood, and his grin widening to border on vicious. “what about last movie night?”

Edge stilled, cup in hand.

He should have known that was what would give him away. His weaknesses would glare out for his brother, as easy to read as the daily newspaper.

Rus always sat next to him these days at the movie gatherings, the line of his body pressed lightly against Edge from their shoulders down to their knees. Sharing a large bowl of popcorn that Edge would eat too much of, glutting himself on greasy kernels until he felt nauseous for the simple reason that their hands would brush inside the bowl.

An utterly pathetic excuse for a too-brief touch and he was greedy for it, every time.

But last week, Rus fell asleep halfway through the movie. Sagging in increments, until he ended up in Edge’s lap, and Edge couldn’t remember a thing about the film. His only memory of that night was of warm weight against him, of soft, even breathing, the lingering drowsiness when Rus awoke, blinking up at him with languid temptation.

If the phone calls were slow torture, that evening was a white-hot spike through the soul, and all he’d done afterward was help Rus sit upright, let the others tease him for getting drool on Edge’s pantleg.

Red’s mouth twisted into a knowing sneer, “yeah, s’what i thought. you’re forgettin’ all your lessons, little brother.” He leaned forward and his expression was savage, gleaming teeth and blazing eye lights were of memory long past, of Underfell. “you want something that bad, you find a way to get it.” Then the fiery blaze eased, leaving nothing but soft crimson as Red sank back into the sofa cushions, his sharp-fingered hands clasped together over his middle. “unless you’re getting a little too used to the soft life on the surface, eh, boss?”

“Shut up,” Edge told him, the words felt brittle between his teeth.

Red’s laughter cut, the honest amusement at his expense. “truth hurts, yeah?”

He was gone in a shortcut, vanished before the hurled cup could hit him. It bounced uselessly off the empty cushion, hot coffee puddling on the leather.

Edge stood for too long, panting, staring at the ruined sofa, before he called down to housekeeping to send a cleaner to his office.

~~*~~

“home safe, edgelord, no one stayin’ over on either side.” Rus was a lot more drunk this time, all his words a soft slurry, blurred nearly to nonsense.

Edge closed his sockets, listening. It was well past three am, the Embassy event ended hours ago to muted applause and well-funded success. He’d been sitting here alone in his living room, tearing a magazine into little strips. The confetti of them flutter to the floor as he sat forward, “Are you all right?”

“jus’ fine, honey, i’m doing great. came home ‘lone, but he gave me a swell time first.”

The temptation was there to go to Rus’s home, to burst through the front door, ignore Blue’s surprised questions that demanded to know what he thought he was doing. To go up to Rus’s room, to pull him close, ignore the scent of someone else on him and— “You didn’t take my advice to play hard to get?”

“can’t play hard enough, never enough, is it. never. never ever ever,” Singsong sweet, tripping over his tongue, and it trailed into something like a muted sob, wretched and wet, “edge? why’m i so hard to love?”

He needed to say something to that, couldn’t let Rus think that, he couldn’t, he needed—

“nah, s’okay, don’ matter anyway, it don’, you listen to me, yeah? worry about me, you do, every time, all th’ time.” Rus drifted off between words, those weak sobs slowing, evening out to only the occasional hiccough.

Edge sat up for most of the night, listening to him breathe.

~~*~~

“fuck, it’s so early. how could you sign me up for this?” Rus groaned. The darkened hollows beneath his sockets were stark, but Rus was up and moving, helping Edge carry the tables to the outside storefront.

“Believe me, you weren’t my first choice for the early shift,” Edge told him.

The fundraiser was one for a local family who’d lost all their possessions in a fire, a bake sale held by the local chapter of Wilderness Scouts group that was made up of Monster and Human children. The goal was one of more than money, it was part of a continuing an effort to familiarize the Human community with Monsters showing them working beside Humans in harmonious unity. Or at least that was the goal and as children tended towards adorable regardless of species, it seemed an excellent opportunity.

Not that Edge was planning on staying for the actual event; he’d baked an assortment of treats, another calculated move, chocolate chip cookies and rice krispie treats, familiar snacks to Humans from an unfamiliar people.

His baking skills notwithstanding, Humans tended to find his appearance somewhat unnerving. He’d volunteered the two of them to set things up for the children and after they were done, the rest would be up to the chaperones.

That was the plan anyway and Edge was hopeful.

“If we work together, we should be able to get this done quickly enough,” Edge said. Although his doubts grew on that as he watched Rus struggle with the folding table

“uh huh,” Rus grunted, finally battling the capricious thing into submission. “sorry if i kept you up last night.”

“What?” The table Edge was setting up seemed to be of a kinder temperament. “You didn’t.”

“no?” Rus unfolded a plastic tablecloth, fussing to spread it over the table with uncommon precision. “that call lasted for four hours.”

They weren’t actually talking about this, they weren’t-- “I must have forgotten to hang up.”

A touch on his wrist stilled him, cool fingertips against the slim line of bone showing between his gloves and his sleeve. His head jerked up involuntarily and Rus was standing too close, too too close, the shadows beneath his sockets garish and obvious.

"how long are we going to do this?" Tiredly, so terribly soft, too low to be heard by any passersby going into the store. Rus seemed worn, the world almost blurring around him as if he were nearly about to step into a shortcut.

"It shouldn’t even be a couple of hours,” Edge said doggedly. “Once we get set up, I think--"

"edge."

Rus didn't say another word, only his name, once. Anything else stayed unspoken and he was so close, his eye lights soft, pale, searching Edge’s face and it would be so easy to lean in, to take his mouth, to see if the sweetness of his kiss matched the rest of him, this endearing fool.

But Rus deserved so much better, he deserved a pure soul that glowed a silver to match his own, not the stony, LV-scarred one that was all Edge had to offer, the memory of murders bound within it in blood-shaded crimson. Rus deserved someone who could offer him their world.

Edge couldn’t even offer a piece of his.

Don’t do this, don’t, don’t be kind, don’t know how I feel, don’t, please, please—

He reared back, turning away to smooth the last tablecloth into place. "Let's finish getting this set up."

Rus said nothing, stood unmoving and Edge tried not to look at him, unable to bear seeing the banked unhappiness within him. Then, abruptly, "yeah, okay. guess we're gonna do this for a little while, then." Rus gathered up one of the boxes, pulling out baggies of cookies and setting them up in fairly neat rows. “we can go out for lunch after if you want, but i need to get home in time for a nap, i got a date tonight."

“You’ll call me when you get home.” It should have been a question. When Rus didn’t answer, Edge glanced at him, involuntarily, searching his face, and the taste of his desperation was flavored with shame.

Rus smiled a little, a faint curve of his mouth. “yeah, sure. i’ll call, let you know i got home okay. this is date number one, maybe i can make a good first impression, for once.”

“I’m sure you will.” Edge stood next to him, both of them piling up cookies and treats, readying them for the children to sell. They’d finish soon enough, go out for lunch, and then Edge would go home, alone. He’d line up his shoes on the mat by the door, sit on his sofa, and wait for his phone to ring. It was enough, stealing brief, borrowed moments of Rus, more than he even deserved.

Despite everything, Edge was still himself. It was all he could ever be.

-finis-

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 023 [Sports Festival?]

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〈“Are you gonna die today or make it out alive? You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you’ll fly. Fly, phoenix, fly. It’s time for a new empire.” Solence, “Phoenix”〉

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“Aizawa-sensei, what are you doing here?!” The class chorused.

As soon as I saw him, I jumped from my seat and rushed to his side, lowering my voice. “Oi, Shuota. Are you okay to be here like this?”

“Woah, what a pro.”

“Aizawa-sensei, I’m glad you’re okay!”

I glared at Iida. “Does he fucking look okay to you, you twat?”

“H-How dare you refer to me as such a thing!”

“My well-being is irrelevant,” Aizawa commented dryly as he made his way to the podium at the front of the room, me close behind. “What’s more important is that your fight isn’t over yet.”

“Our fight?”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Not more bad guys!”

“The U.A. sports festival is about to start,” he announced.

I sweatdropped. Man, he really likes to be dramatic with these announcements, don’t he? What is this sports festival anyway?

“Why would you scare us like that?!” The class chorused again.

“Let’s go kick some ass!” Kirishima cheered.

“Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck in?” Punk questioned.

“They could attack once we’re all in the same place!”

“Apparently, the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and our school is safer than ever,” Aizawa explained. “Plus, they’re beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at U.A. It’s not something we can cancel because of a few villains.”

“Umm, I’m sorry, but why not? It’s just the sports festival!” Mineta complained.

“Huh?” Izuku turned around in his seat. “Mineta, don’t you know how important this competition is?”

I don’t. For once, I’m hoping he goes on one of his ‘too much information’ muttering sprees because I’m feckin’ lost.

“Of course I do! I just don’t want to get murdered!”

I scoffed. “If you’re scared of getting killed, you’re in the wrong line of work, kid.”

“Why are you so mean to me?!”

“Because I hate you,”

“Ouch…” Sparky muttered.

“Our sports festival is one of the most-watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic games, but then quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone that cares about competition, there’s only one tournament that matters – the U.A. sports festival.”

“That’s right,” Momo added. “And top heroes everywhere will be watching! This is where you get scouted!”

“Sure, unless you’re dead.”

God, this kid is annoying as fuck.

“She’s right!” Sparky grinned. “After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick!”

A fucking sidekick, really? Isn’t that just a glorified coffee grabber? Fuck that shit.

“Yeah, but that’s as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go Indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that’s probably where you’re headed. You’re kinda dumb.” Punk deadpanned at him.

“Brutal,” I grinned at her. “I like your style.”

She smiled back.

“It’s true that joining a famous hero agency can garner you greater experience and popularity and that’s why the festival matters. If you wanna go pro one day, then this event could open a path for you. One chance a year, three chances a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training.”

“Yes, sir!”

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The bell for lunch finally rang.

“That villain stuff sucks, sure, but I’m pumped for these games!”

“If we put on a good show, we’re basically on the road to being pros!”

“Yeah! This is why I’m even here in the first place!”

“We get so few chances, we have to make the most of this.”

I tuned out the excited chatter of the others, scratching my cheek. I don’t really have any interest in going pro. The only reason I’m here, to begin with, is because of that stupid deal Nezu made with the commissioner. Sports have never really been my thing, either. I’m more of the type to sit on my ass munching on tacos, downing Dr. Pepper, and playing a racing game.

“Everyone, I’m gonna do my best!”

I raised a brow at Ochaco. The hell’s gotten into her? What’s with that aura?

She snapped her head to the side. “I said, I’m gonna do my best!”

I sweatdropped at her intense expression. Girl, calm thyself.

“You okay?” Kirishima asked in concern. “You kinda look like you’re losin’ it…”

I second that.

“And once more for the kids in the back! I say I’m gonna do my best!”

I sighed, stepping out of the classroom and toward the cafeteria. Everyone is getting so fired up for this shit, I really don’t get it. And I still don’t even know what the sports festival is. Like, are we gonna play some American football then a round of soccer? Oh god, what if they make us play golf? I refuse to acknowledge that boring shit as a sport.

I noticed Peppermint a few feet in front of me. Hmm, I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask him. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I picked up my pace. “Oi, Peppermint.”

He paused, glaring over his shoulder at me. “My name is Shouto Todoroki.”

“That. Right,” I stopped beside him. “Tell me what the sports festival is.”

His eyes scanned my face, looking confused. “You were standing beside Aizawa-sensei when he explained it.”

“Okay, like I get that it’s this super important event to get scouted and everyone watches, whatever. But what is it? Are we gonna have a fucking tennis tournament? Shooting some hoops, maybe a game of HORSE? Just please don’t say golf. Table tennis is a better alternative. Not much movement there. Why the fuck are you laughing at me?”

He covered his mouth, shoulders shaking as his voice filled with amusement. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. You really don’t know?”

“Obviously fucking not if I’m here askin’ you,” I scowled. “Forget it, I’ll go find Izuku.” I turned to walk away, but his fingers gently wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in place.

“No, I… I’ll explain.” He looked away, quickly removing his hand. “The U.A. sports festival is an annual tournament for all students, divided by grade. Different events are chosen in which students must overcome in order to advance. The events are chosen at random and are different every year. Last year, the events were a scavenger hunt, capture the flag, and then a foam sword fighting match.”

“Che. ‘Sports’, my fucking ass.”

“I’m surprised that you don’t know about it. I thought everyone knew… Even if you don’t watch it, it’s hard to avoid because of how popular it is.”

A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as he regarded me curiously.

“Young Jen!” Toshi stuck his head around the corner, holding up a lunchbox wrapped in a light blue cloth with white bunny heads.

I deadpanned. “Ain’t you too old to be carrying somethin’ like that?”

He waved his free hand, smile not faltering. “Come eat lunch with me~”

“Geez, you’re a glorified kid. Thanks for -” I stopped short when I saw the hostile look on Todoroki’s face as he stared at the ground. Without a word, he turned and continued down the hall. Is he fucking bi-polar or what?

“Young Jen?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’,” With a sigh, I followed the large man down the hallway toward one of the teacher’s lounges.

“Head on to the lounge. I’m going to go get young Midoriya and I’ll be right there!” He patted my shoulder before taking off down the hall. I entered the lounge, plopping down onto the green sofa. Three cups sat on the table next to the boiling pot. Toshi returned a few minutes later with Izuku, who chose to sit on the stool across from us.

Toshi popped out of his muscle form and sat beside me, pouring hot water into the teapot. “I thought I’d let you both know that my time has been shortened to fifty minutes.”

“Only fifty minutes?” Izuku echoed in disbelief.

“Yeah, that’s about how long I can use my power now. I overdid it too many times. That Nomu was a real tough customer. He took a lot out of me. At this point, I can barely even look like All Might for an hour and a half.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve just…”

Toshi started laughing loudly, blood spurting from his mouth. He is so fucking lucky he turned his head away from me. “You don’t need to apologize for anything! Man, we are alike, you and me.” He poured the tea into the three cups, setting one in front of Izuku and one in front of me. “Have some tea,”

“Thanks…”

“I brought the two of you here to talk about the festival. The problem is that you,” he pointed to Izuku. “Can’t fully control One for All yet. And you,” he moved his finger to me. “Can’t fully control Infernal Blaze, either. So then, what do you two plan to do?”

What do I plan to do? When have I ever planned anything ahead before I did it.

Izuku was thoughtful for a moment. “Wait, I did once! When I landed a smash on that brain villain, there was no backlash at all!”

Wasn’t that just because of his absorption, though?

“Oh, that’s right, you did mention that. What was different about that smash?”

“Let’s see… we were facing real villains and I didn’t have much time to think, but maybe that’s part of it since I knew that this wasn’t just more training…” he clenched his fists. “This was the very first time… ever that I used my power against a person.”

“Hmm,” Toshi gripped his chin in thought. “Sounds like you succeeded at sub-consciously putting on the brakes so you wouldn’t kill anyone… Hey, that’s some kind of progress, at least. Tea’s getting cold.”

“Oh right, thank you.” Izuku picked up his cup but didn’t drink from it. Bitch, why pick it up?

Toshi glanced at me and I met his gaze with a blank expression. “I hate hot tea, bro.”

“Huh?!” He jumped up, blood spurting from his mouth. I jumped off the couch, lip curling up in disgust just as blood splattered where I had been sitting. “But… all those times I made you tea… you never said anything about hating it!”

“I was trying to be polite.” I scoffed, plopping onto the floor beside Izuku’s stool.

“Wait, is that why my plant died?!”

“No, I drank the tea after it cooled off.”

“Oh…”

“The plant died because your curry was too fucking spicy.”

“Young Jen!”

“What? I don’t like spicy shit.”

“You should’ve told me,” he sighed, slapping his hand to his forehead as he walked over to the window. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “To be frank, I don’t have much time left as the symbol of peace. Soon, I’ll have to put that title to bed.”

“No way…”

“And some villains out there are starting to notice that. Someone has to step up and keep the people safe.” Izuku stood up at these words. Toshi turned around, holding his hand out. “I gave you my power for one reason – because you will be the hero that takes my place! Do you still feel the same way you did when we met? Do you still want to be a hero?”

“Yes!”

“Excellent! Time has come for you to prove it. This sports festival… it’s something that the pros, no… the entire country will be watching very closely! I want you to think of this sports festival as your debut! You are the fletching symbol of peace! The next All Might! Izuku Midoriya… I want you to introduce yourself to the world and proudly say, ‘I am here!'”

“But, All Might, that’s your catchphrase… besides, what can I do?”

“You know how the sports festival is set up, right?” He headed back to the couch, plopping down beside the blood.

“Well yeah, of course. Students are separated by class year and then the support, business, general studies, and hero courses all fight against each other in a bunch of preliminary trials. Whoever makes it through the initial games face off in the finals. It’s basically a big round-robin tournament.”

Hmm, so it’s basically every man for himself? Great, more effort.

“Right! Meaning you’ll have plenty of opportunities to sell yourself!”

“I guess…”

His lackluster response made Toshi fall back hard against the couch, tipping it over.

“I’m sorry! I mean, what you’re saying is absolutely correct, All Might!”

I stepped around the couch, raising a brow at him. “You dead, bro?”

Izuku started to mutter to himself and we exchanged a look. “But, honestly, it’s kind of hard to get excited about this after everything that just happened at the USJ. Plus I’ve already got the world’s greatest hero teaching me so the festival probably isn’t my only hope of getting scouted by an agency. And besides, I don’t know if I can stand out right now considering I did so horribly on the fitness tests and can’t control One for All very well.”

“Man, nobody is better at spouting word vomit than you, kid!” Toshi spoke up.

I scratched my cheek. “Maybe he’ll get lucky and one of the events will be talking circles around your opponent.”

“I doubt it,”

“Uh, hey, are you okay?” Izuku peered over the fallen couch.

“Some heroes always aim for the top while others happily settle. The difference between those two mindsets has a big impact on how far you go in the real world. I understand how you feel, and I may even be projecting a bit of myself onto you -”

There’s no ‘may’ to it, you definitely are, chief.

“However, I hope you haven’t forgotten the emotions you felt back on the beach during our training.”

“I haven’t!”

“Good,”

The bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

“Fuck, I didn’t get food!” I cried, kicking the wall.

“We should get back to class…” Izuku stood up, glancing at me.

“Go without me,” I muttered.

“A-Are you sure?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and he nodded, rushing out of the room. Toshi held his arm up and I sighed, moving to stand between the couch and the coffee table. I grabbed his hand, putting my foot on the bottom of the couch. In one swift movement, I got the couch upright with Toshi sitting atop it.

“Thank you,”

I grunted.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Look, I ain’t sayin’ you’re wrong or anything, but maybe ease up on the kid a bit? I know he’s your successor and has this all-powerful quirk, but… he’s still just a fifteen-year-old boy, ya know? You just put a shit ton of pressure on that kid, and he’s already a nervous wreck, to begin with.” I shrugged, heading for the door. “Just some food for thought,”

Instead of heading to class, I made a beeline for the deserted cafeteria.

Lunch-Rush held up a hand in greeting when he noticed me approaching. “Shouldn’t you be in class, Winchester-san?”

“Should be, but Toshi needed to speak with me so I missed lunch. I didn’t eat this morning either, so I’m fucking starving. I could eat a feckin’ cow right now.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Have a seat,” I did as he asked, choosing the table closest to the front. He appeared a few minutes later, holding a tray high enough that I couldn’t see what was on it. “You really should stop skipping breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day and provides you with essential nutrients a student needs in order to fully take in the lessons that they are taught.”

“Even when I do eat, it’s usually just sugary cereal or leftovers from the night before. Not exactly a nutritious meal.” I commented, leaning back in the chair.

“Honestly, child…” he shook his head.

“I know, I know.” I grinned. “I’m just too awesome for words, Lunc – ow!”

He smacked the back of my head lightly, setting the tray down in front of me. “Hurry up and eat so you can get back to class and learn.”

“Lunch-Rush…” My eyes sparkled, filling with tears. “You made me tacos! I fucking love you, man!”

He chuckled as he headed back into the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

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jae-canikeepyou · 6 years ago

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| just say it | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff a/n: this ain’t proof read since i wrote this at 2am. so there could be ugly grammar down there hahaha. enjoy reading! ^^

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“y/n! sejeong!” yewon called from the table at the very back of the cafeteria. “over here!”

with tray in both hands, you hurriedly walked to your group of friends. “sorry y’all had to wait. this girl slept through literature.” you rolled your eyes.

“when did she never.” chaeyoung laughed as she pinched sejeong’s half-awake state.

not long since you arrived the cafeteria, screams were heard; and it seemed like it grew louder as number of girls followed the campus’ radio djs: jaehyun and johnny.

“here they come.” sejeong giggled.

“the ritual everyday.” yewon rested her chin.

the two lads walked towards your table, jaehyun had his hands in his bag before pulling something out of it. “a box of yakult for you.”

“aw thanks jung.” you grabbed the product. “you remembered.”

“yeah, why would i forget when my phone’s buzzing with your messages every two minutes?” he scoffed, yet his pearly whites were seen. “idiot. see you.”

“well someone’s gotta remind you.” you stuck out your tongue. “later.”

the girls witnessed the short conversation exchanged between you and jaehyun. they nudged each other as you waved to the boys. “spill the beans y/n.”

“what?” you asked in disbelief, you rolled your eyes, realizing where this was going. “there’s nothing to spill. i swear this is like the hundredth time y’all asked me.”

“because we’re not convinced no matter how close of a relationship you have with ‘jung’.” sejeong said, emphasizing on the name, she finally awoke from her sleepy state.

“like i said, my family and his are business partners. so it kind of stuck to me to call him that.” you shrugged. “it’ll be awkward for me to suddenly call him by his name.”

true enough you and jaehyun have known each other since you were four. he often played at your house whether there were meetings to be held between your father and his. but you both grew close when you had to help the kid when he got stuck on a tire swing or had to calm him down whenever his parents dropped him at the daycare you both attended. who knew a crybaby would would to be a heartthrob. you didn’t see that coming.

at elementary and high school, you would go to the campus together. every single day. it wasn’t that you both wanted it. your mothers seemed to like it better as both of your fathers have been going onto business trips frequently. they probably thought it would be best if it applied to your school life. ‘mothers have the final say’, as it was said.

definitely there were misunderstandings that maybe you both lived in the same roof or had a special relationship. worse fact; engaged. that all cleared out when jaehyun had to stop the rumors because it was getting uncomfortable. and seriously speaking, his so-called fanbase at basketball would follow you everywhere. gladly though, you weren’t once ganged up, yet.

“‘nothing more to that’.” sejeong mimicked your words. “just admit you like him already. maybe by then you can call him ‘jaehyun.’”

you slapped her with a tissue that was placed on your side, afraid that others may hear her. “do you know how much our relationship will change if i confessed?” you hissed.

“okay stupid, you just did.” yewon laughed, her hands grabbed onto chaeyoung’s tee. you hit your lips several times, giving out tiny tantrums.

jaehyun sat on the table across from yours, giving hi-5s to the rest of his friends. his eyes were still on you and smiled when the little whiskers on your face slowly appeared. johnny took notice of the boy with a slight pink tint on the top half of his ears. “funny how y/n’s the only person who calls you ‘jung.’”

“why does she call you by your surname?” mark asked the older one.

“it’s a childhood thing. initially i thought she does it on purpose but i guess it became the norm for her.” jaehyun munched onto the roasted beef slices.

“never once you wanted her to at least say your name?” yuta teased the lad.

jaehyun only kept silent, leaving the others hanging.

“tell you what. jaehyun and y/n known each other since they were four, and y/n never called him by his name.” johnny elbowed the blonde hair boy, who clearly was interested at jaehyun’s story.

“no way. that’s insane!” mark laughed with his knuckles slightly covering his lips. “i’m really sure she’s choosing to not call you by your name. there’s definitely a reason for it bro.”

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you waited for jaehyun at the glasshouse located at the garden, where he would teach you science. it was a kind of a pact and promise you both did since you failed the last quiz. jaehyun thought it was only fine to teach you. and you on the other hand? it wasn’t.

the thing was, jaehyun rarely tutored anyone. he usually studied alone or with his friends. by the time you entered university, little did you know his fanbase from high school still existed. however, uni life became worse. jaehyun was offered to be the campus’ radio dj along with johnny. that meant another fanbase. two fanbases combined meant trouble.

it also meant double trouble.

they knew you were hung out with their ‘beloved’ most of the time. their aim? it was to drive you out of the picture. last month, you thought the study session at the library was supposed to be quiet, but with jaehyun in it, it wasn’t. in the end, the librarian had to ask jaehyun to move elsewhere— you somehow got dragged too.

you flipped over the pages of your literature notebook. the columns indicating the weekly journals you have to finish. “agh, there’s never an end to writing about symbolism.” you complained, slopping yourself onto the table.

“and there’s never an end to your tantrums.” jaehyun appeared and sat beside you, grabbing the novel you were reading.

“ha ha. that’s funny. shall i applaud for you?” you brought your hands together to clap.

“sarcasm is something you’ll never succeed at.” jaehyun stuck out his tongue. dimples formed slowly until they became evident.

“should i give you an a+ for bluntness?” you rolled your eyes. he did the same, hitting your head with your novel.

“let’s just start.” he took out the folders and laptop for possible researches.

a few hours have passed and while you were focused on the journal writings, he stumbled upon an old picture of the both of you. a little y/n and jaehyun on a seesaw. memories seemed to attack him with nostalgia. he scrolled down several columns you have sent him from your albums.

there was one of his favorites; you and him in front of a pillow fort, except you cried because he destroyed yours. jaehyun didn’t realize he was giggling quite at a volume, making you look his way. “i thought you were studying, jung.”

“i am, but this pic just cracks me up so much. look at you all snotty and red.” he held back his laughs.

“can’t concentrate you know.” you sighed as you went back to studying.

“how about a fast quiz on what we studied? it’s been a few hours since we started.” he turned to you.

“fine.” you grabbed your file. “have to answer quickly right?”

“mhm. i’ll start, but i’ll ask you random subjects.” he tapped his chin.

“just get on with it!” you hit him lightly.

“choline is also known as?”

“vitamin j.”

“what’s the name of the third book of the hunger games?”

“mockingjay.”

“what bird has the ability to memorize and repeat a conversation?”

“jabberjay.”

“first initial of harry potter series’ author?”

“j.”

it was weird. jaehyun asked questions that covered nothing of what you have studied. sure they were literature and science related but he was not doing what he was supposed to do.

“look i don’t-” you were cut off.

“y/n, by what nickname does my parents call me?” his chocolate eyes stared into yours.

oh crap.. you had such a late realization. you fell for his motive.

your heart beat doubled. “..j-”

“what? i can’t hear you.” jaehyun singsonged, clearly teasing you.

your breathing fastened. “ja-”

“hm?” he asked.

“it’s.. ‘jae’...” you lowered your head as you tried to hide the fact you were embarrassed.

“you finally said my name.” his voice softened. you felt his fingertips onto your chin, bringing them up to the same level as his eyes. he was happy that you called him by his name. “and by the way you’re blushing.”

“s-so what if i am?” you covered your face but he grabbed hold of your arm.

“that’s okay.” he smiled like he saw cherry blossom bloom at spring. “y/n look at me.”

“i can’t.” you insisted. “i might pass out if i do.”

“i might do the same.” he cleared his throat.

“what?”

his words caught you off guard. you took a glimpse of jaehyun. oh man your eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

he was red as a tomato.

“took you long enough.” jaehyun ruffled your hair in a mess. “i think you know what this means.” he pointed at his tinted ears.

“you ate spicy food?” you questioned, only to be hit on the head again. “ow.”

“idiot. i like you.”

“ah..ahaha.” you chuckled because you didn’t know what to say now that your crush liked you back. “since... when?”

“since i destroyed your pillow fort.” he fiddled with his fingers.

“oh..” girl you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were in cloud nine. “i’ve always liked you too..?”

the smile on his face will probably be something that will stay on your mind for a while. his heart seemed to act on his own, and his body just followed.

jaehyun was getting closer.

actually, too close.

then,

there was warmth on your lips.

he let go of the nape of your neck, as his large hands held yours.

“so, should i get an a+ for getting the girl?” jaehyun smirked, the usual expression to tease you.

“i really don’t know why i’m in love with you.”

#jung jaehyun #nct 127 #jung yoonoh #nct #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun prompts #nct writings #nct scenarios #jaehyun oneshot

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fairyhaven13 · 5 years ago

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I still have a bunch of stuff I want to say about my Silent Hill FNAF AU described here, but there’s way too much information for one post, so I decided the best way around that was posting profiles of each main character in the AU to give more detailed factoids about them. This is the protagonist of the fic, Millie from Into the Pit’s third story, Count the Ways. The book itself is kind of mediocre, but the character’s potential was very interesting to me, so I decided to flesh her out and, I guess, also ended up turning her into Ballora?

The short explanation is that, years after the story, Millie signed on for the Pizza Simulator diner as staff, got killed when it burned down, woke up in Silent Hill, and agreed to take on Ballora’s remnant before she faded away and died for good. So, now she’s a fusion of both of them. The (MUCH) longer explanation is under the cut. She has the most information because she’s the main character; the others aren’t going to be as long.

So, when Funtime Freddy tried to decapitate her little tween self, she was able to duck under the blade and survived. Instead of getting mad or trying again, F-Freddy laughed, booted her out of his stomach, and then went dark and silent, refusing to react to Millie at all. Her grandpa found her freaking out in the workshop and she begged him to get rid of the robot, and he complied. At the time, she just figured he was trying to placate her so that she would enjoy Christmas with him.

The experience stuck with her; she apologized to her grandpa, and to Dillan and Brooke for being a dipstick to them. She was still pretty goth, but not so enamored with death, and when she got into high school, she, Dillan, and Brooke made a Lovecraft Club. Millie had a much happier life and wondered if the experience with F-Freddy was just a dream. Her grandpa got more sickly with age, though, and became bedridden. One day, Millie went to visit Fazbear Fright just before it burned down. She made eye contact with Springtrap and immediately knew that he was alive, and that F-Freddy had been real.

When she went to confront her grandpa, he admitted that he’d known F-Freddy was a killer when he found him in the scrapyard. He’d wanted answers. When Millie was just a baby, she’d had an older brother, and her family lived at the old colonial house in town. On her brother’s birthday, the Afton robots had been hired, and F-Freddy cornered her brother and killed him. That was why Millie’s parents were always finicky and out-there, and tried to repair the colonial house--they were still grieving. Her grandpa wanted to understand why his grandson’s life had been taken.

Millie promised her grandpa that she would go out and get the answers that he couldn’t. A few years later, he died. Years after that, the Pizzeria Simulator’s diner was hiring. Millie used one of her old fake IDs from high school, and went by Ophelia--she was really proud of that, because even if she wasn’t all about death, she still liked the macabre and a lady going nuts and drowning herself made for a very interesting Shakespeare play. Millie, as Ophelia, got hired into the diner’s staff.

Micheal and Henry aren’t stupid, though, and know that she’s there for answers. They don’t want media or law enforcement’s attention, and try to make her leave. She tells them about her family’s history, and that she wants to know why so many kids were killed by the robots, and how to stop it from happening again. The others sympathize, and Micheal still wants her to leave so she can be safe, but Henry says she should stay if she wants to.

When the robots get brought in, “Lia” is the one who tries to communicate with them so that she can understand. She first befriends Puppet, which requires prying her out of Lefty, and then putting a funny hat on her so that she can guard the door. Micheal and Henry do not like this. She then finds Molten Freddy, who recognizes her and thinks this is absolutely hilarious. He still won’t tell her why he spared her, but she keeps asking, and he really likes Helpy because he misses Bon Bon, so makes her do little tasks and rewards her with hints. Sing on stage, make a none pizza with left beef, and come find him in the tunnels so he can give her a hug; stuff like that. Helpy makes sure the hug doesn’t become deadly. Lia starts calling this Freddy “Funny” for short.

He says that his parents had a big house, and that he recognizes the song Lia’s grandpa used to sing to her on bad nights. She doesn’t get much more information, because Baby is there. Baby is snobby and vicious and doesn’t like Lia, but she calls her “Bea” and talks to her like a person, and Baby is very curious about her and Funny’s relationship, so she talks mostly civilly, although she does still swipe if Lia gets close. Micheal thinks Lia is absolutely nuts, but Henry wants to see where this is going.

Springtrap is just William. Nobody likes him, he likes nobody, he still tries to kill Lia, and Helpy, Micheal, and Puppet have to keep him at bay, with some help from Funny.

The diner is blown up. Micheal tries to make Lia leave. Lia won’t leave everyone to die. She dies with them.

When they wake in Silent Hill, she’s just human at first. But, Funny is himself, and the mass of remnant that used to be Ennard is fading fast. Micheal doesn’t want her to help, but Funny is crying, and he might have tried to kill her, but he’s her friend. She can’t leave him like that. She and Helpy both try to take some remnant, and she is merged with the last bits of Ballora. There is so little of Ballora left that it mostly changes Lia’s looks, but her personality remains the same, aside from a slightly more vicious edge. Her body, though, is now an animatronic, which is a big thing to get used to.

The mission to get Funny a decent monster corpse to house Funtime Foxy is essentially a game level, with her, Funny, Helpy-Bon-Bon (who they call Honey), and Micheal all fighting past puzzles and illusions. The illusions show Lia’s life further and further back, until they see the day that her brother is killed by Funny. She is angry at first, especially because Funny is laughing hysterically, until she sees how his eyes glow in the memory, and she realizes that he’s actually being hysterical at the moment.

She, Honey, and the newly awoken Funtime Foxy (who she calls Looksy, to sound like Foxy Loxy) all have to calm down Funny from his panic attack. He finally admits that he spared Millie because, right before he tried to kill her, he remembered who she was--her crouching in his stomach looked the way her brother had just before he died, and that made Funny realize that he was her brother. He’d been shocked by the fact that he almost killed his sister, and just tried to pretend it never happened.

Lia thinks that notion is ridiculous, and demands that they start trying to build an actual sibling relationship. She also adores Looksy, he’s a ton of fun, and they all become besties. She actually has a bit of a crush on Looksy, and Funny knows it, but he doesn’t say anything because he thinks it’s funny.

She tries to encourage Micheal and Baby to repair their own relationship, and really admires how calm and cool Puppet is about everything. When the whole “we gotta find Springtrap!” thing goes down, she lets Micheal talk to Golden Freddy, since they have a history. When Cassie agrees to tether William’s remnant to the Plushtrap toy, though, Micheal puts her in charge of it, because she’s the one least likely to be manipulated or angry enough to just kill the toy and be done. She’s good at not listening to Glitchtrap’s threats or lies, mostly because she’s busy doing ridiculous nonsense with Looksy, Funny, and Honey.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #silent hill #millie #ballora #count the ways #into the pit #au #lia #she just goes by lia now #it's a good balance between #millie and ballora and ophelia #because they all have similar second syllables #character profile

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