#all cause they were ‘scared’ well maybe you’re in the wrong line of work you coward pigs

[ellecdc]

This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.

Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)

Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)

Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.

Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗

🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉

So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc.... poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader

CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him

“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.

Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).

Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”

Point proven. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.

“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”

“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.

“Nothing! Nothing...” yet. 

“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.

Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”

“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”

Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.

“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.” 

And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.

So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.

“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.

“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.

“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.

“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”

Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.

“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.” 

Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”

“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.

“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.

You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.

“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”

“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.” 

“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off. 

AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #barty crouch jr #bartylus #barty crouch junior #poly!bartylus #ellecdc fics #barty gate

[bozowrites]

starved man

tom blyth x f!reader : tom feels a way he shouldn't and lets those feelings get in the way of work. (angsty)

wc : 1.2k

a/n : couldn't help myself. i love this man. might write a parallel imagine of the scene in this as a billy x reader fic.

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maybe tom was wrong for feeling this way. well, he was—he knew that, but you can’t help the way you feel; that’s what tom keeps telling himself. he taps at his leg with his finger, anticipating the scene he was about to do with yn. he couldn’t wait any longer, he was ready to get going. it felt like this exciting and nerve-wracking whirlwind. like when you’re about to ask out your crush and can’t wait for their answer, but too scared to hear the answer at the same time. tom bites his lower lip, bouncing his leg. “dude,” daniel deadpans beside him. “you’re gonna burn a hole through her if you keep staring.” 

tom laughs awkwardly, shaking himself out of it. “i was out of it, didn’t realize.”

“right,” daniel leans in closer to tom, keeping his tone low, “so you aren’t dying to kiss her in this scene?” tom gulps, raising a brow and eyes daniel. “who said i was?”

“no one, but its pretty obvious.” tom scoffs, rubbing his forehead, already annoyed, not with daniel but with himself. this wasn’t how these last few weeks of filming were supposed to go. yn was in for a few episodes of billy the kid, playing a character that billy would fall for, though, of course, wouldn’t get in the end. and, within just the few weeks he’d been getting to know yn, he wanted so much more from her. and, yeah, he was excited because, yeah, he was going to kiss her. this was an excuse to touch her body and feel her lips against his, no questions asked ‘cause this was for work. 

“it is?” tom asks, looking over to meet daniel’s stare. “to me. i don’t know ‘bout anyone else.” he shrugs. “looks like they’re ready for you. try not to have too much fun!” 

tom’s heart stutters. he shouldn’t be this excited. he can’t be. he takes his place, getting himself into it, into character, ready for the cameras. yn smiles wide at him from her spot across the set. he smiles back, he couldn’t not even if he tried. this scene wasn’t going to be the same for her as it was for him and selfishly, he hoped they’d have to redo the scene over and over again. 

on cue, tom is his character. the scene is smooth sailing, he’s practiced his lines well enough with everyone to know what he is doing, but the closer he gets to the kiss; the faster he is with his words, desperate to get to where he wants to be. his heart feels loud and hammers against his chest. he really felt like a schoolboy waiting to confess his feelings. tom’s close to yn, staring directly down at her, her lips. he can’t seem to look away to save his life. she’s stopped talking, he looks up. what was his line again? he looks down at her lips again, he just needs to kiss her. “goddammit.” tom mutters. he dives for her lips. he groans the moment he feels her lips. his hands cup her face, holding her impossibly close. he needs to be as close as he can and touch her as much as he can this way. he's hungry for her, the touch of her. she’s soft and perfectly fitted against him. her hands hold his arms, steading herself as he pushes himself closer and closer. this is by far the best kiss he’s ever shared with anyone, and all be damned if he didn’t get to do it again. 

“billy…” she moans against him. he stutters back, moving himself a step away, letting her go. they’re acting. she isn’t kissing tom, she’s kissing billy. “cut!”

the director makes a move over to them. “missed a few lines, tom, but that was great!” she goes on. tom’s only focused on yn. she’s not looking at him, she’s fidgeting with her skirt, glancing around the room and nodding along with the director. she’s nervous and undoubtedly startled. “alright, you two?” 

“sorry?” tom shakes himself out of it, looking to meet the director’s stare. 

“tom.” the director deadpans. “we’re going to do a quick take of you walking away after that kiss and we’ll move the conversation you two were supposed to have after the kiss to the next scene just before billy leaves.” 

“oh, okay.” 

“i know its a bit of a last minute change but so was that sudden kiss.” tom laughs with her, rubbing the back of his head. “right, sorry about that. i…forgot my lines and just went for it.” he excuses. 

“don’t be sorry. i think that really added to the passion of the scene. more meaning.” tom nods, smiling. “okay, lets do it people!” 

yn doesn’t look at him, avoiding his eyes. what has he done? 

...

“billy—”

“don’t. i know.” tom sighs. he glances around, gulping. “don’t matter, i’m leaving anyways. best i do.” yn nods. “i’m sorry, billy.” 

tom goes to mount his horse, the end scene of him riding off, but yn pulls him back. she kisses him. tom’s heart stops for a moment. her hands held his face this time, and he’d be dumb to not reach for her hips and kiss her back. she lets go all too soon, sighing, keeping her forehead pressed against his. “don’t forget me, billy.” 

“i couldn’t if i tried.” he sneaks a quick peck, satisfied as all can be, and mounts his horse. the stare he gives her before riding off, he’s sure she can see the desire he has for her. maybe he really had gone crazy, but he could swear something was saying the same thing in hers.

...

the scenes with yn had finally ended, they were at the end of their filming for the day. tom was watching as yn indulged in conversation with the director. he sighs. though he felt satisfied by the kisses they’d shared, he needed more and that only fueled him further. the idea of never kissing yn again was weighing on his shoulders like a boulder. it's just a pair of lips, tom thinks. that happens to belong to the most perfect person ever. he groans, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “i’m going crazy.” 

“crazy in love, maybe.” tom sits up, shooting his eyes over to daniel. “what? no.” 

“it’s okay to admit you like someone, tom.” 

“not when they’re taken.” tom sighs, rubbing his temple, annoyed. none of this would be so bad, but yn just had to be in a relationship, a happy one at that. tom just had to fall for her and deal with it, pretending to love hearing her talk about him so lovingly and so sweetly. that scene, kissing her, was his little chance into what a world with her was like, and by golly, did he want more. there wasn’t quite anything like the feeling of her lips on his and her moaning into him as her hands squeezed his arms to steady herself.

“tom—”

‘it doesn’t matter, i’ll get over it. plus, she’s done with this show, so i won’t be seeing her.” not like she wanted to see him. she’d been avoiding him after finishing up. she didn’t join them for drinks and she didn’t look at tom once. 

he really had fucked things up.

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine #billy the kid smut #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth smut #william bonney

[shininjjongg]

It’s easy to hate Michael Kaiser

Author’s note: A small drabble cuz im a huge sucker for enemies to lovers trope

Pairing: Michael Kaiser x gn!reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: Alcohol, verbal abuse, aggressive behaviour, physical assault, sexual assault, bullying. 

It is easy to hate Michael Kaiser.

There is a plethora of reasons to hate Michael Kaiser.

He's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

Michael Kaiser made your life a living hell all because he is unprofessional and can not draw a line between work life and personal feelings. 

Kaiser despised your guts, and he never shied away from making it known to everyone and their grandmas.

You're not certain as to what could have possibly caused this rowdy irritation he feels whenever you enter his field of vision.

You tried to be civil, you really did. We're all adults here, right? Wrong. Michael Kaiser is nothing but an overgrown child. You thought you could work with him despite him cursing under his breath each time you tried to hold a conversation with him. It's not like you were trying to chat him up; no, you were just trying to give him important information about his upcoming matches and events that were planned.

He was insufferable. You have considered leaving the job several times, all because of Kaiser and his inability to keep personal feelings out of his professional life.

He picked at you every chance he got. You were 5 minutes late to the meetings? No worries, Kaiser has already been complaining about you being unpunctual for the last 20 minutes. You accidentally messed the times in his schedule for the week? He will remind you of that every time he sees your face. You went to get a coffee from the cafeteria but didn't grab one for him? What kind of a manager are you even if you can't do your job properly.

The first time you met Kaiser was 6 months ago when you were assigned to be Bastard Munchens manager. If you had known the absolute nightmare that Michael Kaiser would be towards you, you would have NEVER taken the job.

On your first day, you were introduced to all the players of the team; they were all nice and welcomed you warmly, except Kaiser, who didn't even glance your way. Initially, you thought that maybe he just had a bad day. But you knew you were lying to yourself, you've heard what people say about him, about his character.

You refused to believe the essence of Michael Kaiser was to be a jerk. He can't be that bad, right? Wrong. Kaiser made sure he proved to you each day why he had the reputation of number one bastard in Bastard Munchen.

After winning a particularly hard match, the whole team decided to go celebrate and invited you as well. Even tho you were hesitant, considering Kaiser would go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, you still agreed. One night out wouldn't hurt, would it?

After arriving at the club, everyone scattered around doing their own thing, dancing, drinking, flirting. You were sitting at the bar, staring at your drink and listening to Ness talk about this amazing goal Kaiser landed in the match.

You love Ness, truly you do, but god, all he ever talked about is Kaiser. You were honestly getting sick of it. After not-so-careful consideration, you excused yourself to the restroom to freshen up a bit.

Upon entering the restroom, you heard someone follow you right away, not that you cared enough to pay attention to who it was that entered.

You let out a surprised yelp when you suddenly felt someone press themselves to you and cage you between their body and the counter. Shocked and scared, you didn't know what to do or what to say, anxiety and fear taking over your body as you started shaking.

Looking in the mirror, you saw the predator's face. It was the guy who had been glaring at you ever since you stepped a foot into the club. His intense staring made you uncomfortable, but you were here with Bastard Munchen, they would never let anyone lay a finger on their precious manager.

Alas, you didn't think the guy would be such a creep to follow you into the restroom to make a move. A loud banging noise broke you away from your thoughts. He had instinctively let go of you due to the loud noise, and by the time he had figured out there was no real danger, you had already made a beeline towards the door.

Hurrying back to Ness to gather up all your belonging and bid goodbye as you left the club and called Uber.

Upon arrival at your apartment, you collapsed. Head hanging low, lost in thoughts. You had escaped by pure luck. Who knows what that creep was planning to do.

Deciding to relax a bit you ran a hot bath and plopped yourself in it. Sighing heavy as your skin came in contact with the water. All you want to do is wash away everything that happened that night.

After an hour or so you had already gotten out of the bath and were getting ready for bed when you heard aggressive knocking at your door.

"Who in the world is banging on my door at 3 in the morning."

Scoffing, you made your way to the front door, opening it.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the sight you had witnessed. There he stood, in all his glory, Michael Kaiser.

Upon further inspection, you noticed he reeked of alcohol and could barely stand on his own, and... he was covered in blood.

Wait... why was he covered in blood. Is he hurt? Did he hurt someone? Why did he come to you? What was going on?

You mind became consumed by tens of thousands of unanswered questions and before you could speak he beat you to it.

"You okay?" he mumbled in a low tone.

"I'm supposed to be the one asking the question! What happened? Are you hurt??" you hurriedly spoke while opening the door wider to let Kaiser in.

"'m okay, not my blood" he said as he stumbled into your apartment

"Did you get into a fight?" now, you were getting pissed. Of course he got into a fight, it's Kaiser we're talking about.

"I beat up the guy who touched you." he said nonchalantly while making his way into your living room.

Did he beat up the guy from the restroom?

Before you could process what he said, he turned back to face you and said

"Came to make sure you're okay"

It's easy to hate Michael Kaiser, he's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

#michael kaiser #kaiser #bllk #bllk angst #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x reader #kaiser angst #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #kaiser x gn!reader #bllk kaiser

[enbysanavi]

Resident Lovers: Bela

Bela Dimitrescu hunts down her vice President in an unlikely place.

Warnings: N/A

Bela Dimitrescu always held herself higher than everyone in the Student Council, she was their president after all and being the leader of such a vital club meant she had to be on top of any problem that she came across. Which also meant that if one of her colleagues weren’t pulling their weight, she would figure out why.

That’s how she found herself searching through the library to find her second in command. They were reliable almost all of the time but for the past week they haven’t been handing in the work that she assigned. Normally she wouldn’t confronted them earlier but due to a sudden push in workload from President Miranda even Bela couldn’t take a break.

She peered down a long line of bookshelves to find it empty yet again. This process of checking study area and book shelves were beginning to wane on Bela’s patience. She tried calling them multiple times but the call never connected.

Bela walked down the steps and fished out her keys to get into the archives, maybe her second in command was just doing some research for their Romanian heritage class.

The archives were covered in a thick layer of dust, Bela packed the idea away to get the cleaners down here more often. She walked through the sh lives and filing cabinets with her phone light illuminating her way. Bela would never admit it but being down in the archives always freaked her out, there was just something about the dark that unnerved her.

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar sound of opening and closing filing cabinets that she steeled her fears. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, causing the student to jump almost out of their skin and turn to her with wide eyes.

“Woah, calm down. It’s just me.” Bela felt a little more sympathetic to her second in command when she saw how frightened they were. There was something familiar about their fearful face, it concerned Bela and yet she doesn’t remember a time where she saw such wide eyes and laboured breathing on her vice President.

They blinked a few times, almost as if they were actually seeing Bela and not some monster from the darkness. “Bela, you scared me.” They breathed a sigh of relief and put a hand on their chest. “Is this about the council work because I’ll get it finished soon I am just really swamped with work at the moment.”

Bela sighed with frustration and pinched the bridge of her nose. Just as she was about to respond she noticed something weird. “Have you been looking through files without a light? How have you even been reading what’s on it?”

They looked down at the open case file in their hands with a sheepish expression. “I just… I can see very clearly in the dark.”

Pressing her lips into a frown, Bela crossed her arms and looked at her vice President. “What has been going on with you lately? It has even gotten as bad as my sisters bringing up their concerns with me about you.”

“What? Nothing is wrong.” They said sharply and mirrored Bela’s stance. “I’ve just been busy.” They said dismissively and stared back at her with the same tenseness that Bela reciprocated.

“Busy,” Bela scoffed. “Daniela told me that you got drunk so bad that she found you sitting in the kitchen with empty bottles surrounding you.”

The vice president looked down at the floor, seemingly caught off guard for once. “That was a one time thing.” They said quietly.

Bela took a step forward, surprised to see that her friend took two steps back. “You have been acting weird ever since the play finished, hell, even Cassandra is concerned.”

They perked up slightly, looking at Bela curiously. “Well, I…” They trailed off before turning around and shutting the filing cabinet drawer. They sighed and rested their head against it. “I’m just really busy and it’s all piling up.”

Bela took another step forward and gently put her hand on their back, deciding to ignore the way that they tensed against the contact. “Midterms are over, you don’t have a play up soon, you haven’t been going out with Daniela and Angie to party.” She sighed. “The only thing you have to do is the student council and even that workload has gone down.”

Another sigh escaped from their lips as they stood up straight and turned to Bela. She could almost swear that their eyes glowed in the darkness with her light shining upon them. Similar to how a cat’s eyes would reflect the light.

“I’ve been working on personal projects. Something my… family sent me to complete.” They huffed and watched Bela from the corner of their eye.

Bela’s face contorted with worry as she gently guided their face towards her with the use of her hand. “You never talk about your family.”

“It’s complicated.”

Bela snorted with a chuckle. “Trust me. I know how complicated family can be.”

Making light of the situation didn’t seem to be the right course of action with how Bela’s vice president turned their head away.

They grabbed the file that they had set on top of the filing cabinet and tucked it under their arm. “I’m sure you do.” They said shortly. “I should be going. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” And just like that, they disappeared into the rows of filing cabinets before Bela could stop them.

Bela huffed with frustration when she let them escape. “Now I have to track them down again.” She groaned as she leaned against the filing cabinet, pulling back her hand to see some weird black dust on the top. “Gross.”

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #fanfic #alternate universe #nonbinary

[tiza0925]

training camp

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Seijoh!Hinata, Underage, Established Relationship, NSFW, Sexual Explicit Content, Blowjob, Handjob, Teasing, Semi-public sex, Literal Sleeping Together

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata

He doesn’t know why—maybe some part of him is still shy because Oikawa is older and more experienced and hell, they were rivals at one point—or it could be because there are other people in the room— But Hinata swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…” “On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact. “…How to help you relax.” Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.” Or: a fic where Hinata gives Oikawa a hand & blow job under the covers while in a room with a few other people at night

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Transferring to Aoba Johsai wasn’t all too bad, contrary to what Hinata initially assumed it would be. 

Hinata got to be part of a great volleyball team, learn valuable skills to improve himself, make even more friends and—

“Tooru?” Hinata’s voice is so low, barely a whisper, as he looks up to the sleeping brunet that’s just inches away from him. 

—And he ended up becoming close to the one guy that Hinata, once upon a time, was too scared to even approach without trying to hide behind his former teammate, Tanaka. 

Hinata hears a small hum from Oikawa, but the man’s eyes are still closed, his breathing short of calm and a little ragged, and Hinata swallows before he speaks again. “…Are you okay?” 

Because he sure as hell doesn’t look too great with the way Hinata can see the furrow in Oikawa’s brows, the tension in his jaw, and how rigid he feels against Hinata. 

Hinata watches the Adam’s apple in Oikawa’s throat bob with a swallow as the man hums, and his voice sounds all throaty when he whispers back. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Hinata frowns, still analyzing the sleeping face in front of him. “Because it’s almost four in the morning and you haven’t slept yet,” Hinata presses his lips into a thin line, “and you look like you’re ready to fight someone.” 

For a moment, Oikawa’s chest squeezes with a small dose of fondness at how easily Hinata can read him. 

Which would be scary—had it been anyone else—because he hates being read so easily. Doesn’t like when someone can tell what’s up with him with just a simple observation from the eye. 

But with Hinata? 

He doesn’t know what it is—but Oikawa relishes it whenever Hinata can pick up on such small things. 

Because in this case—it’s not to take advantage of him. To beat him at volleyball. 

It’s just an act to show that the redhead cares—and Oikawa will always hold that aspect dear to him. 

Oikawa takes his time to answer with a deep breath—causing his chest to rise and fall—like he’s contemplating what to say next, before he decides to open one eye to look down at Hinata, and tries to initially play it off with a smile that never really reaches his eyes. “You’ve been watching me all night, hm?” 

“Tooru,” Hinata hisses with clenched teeth but—

“I mean,” Oikawa merely continues in a hushed voice, “I don’t mind it, it’s kinda cute actually.” 

But Hinata doesn’t play into it as he gives Oikawa a pointed look, and it takes nearly three-seconds before the brunet deflates as he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. 

…But sometimes, being read so easily by Hinata can be a pain when he’s stubborn and won’t let a topic go if he knows something is wrong. 

It’s a blessing as much as it is a curse sometimes. 

“Fine,” Oikawa relents, because he knows damn well Hinata won’t rest now until he talks about it. 

Because that was what they both agreed on for this relationship to essentially work. 

Communication is key, no matter how difficult it might seem at first. 

Lifting his chin a little more, Hinata regards Oikawa with concern woven into his brows. “Is it because of the match we have tomorrow?” 

Yes. No. 

Maybe. 

It shouldn’t be because of that but…

Oikawa grits his teeth, hating how—even now—the sole idea of going against Shiratorizawa manages to get under his skin and occupy every single thought he has. 

The pressure to beat them. To look at Ushijima and not feel like a loser compared to him. 

To show everyone—and himself—that he pushed himself to practice nonstop for a reason and it wasn’t a waste. 

But it’s hard to not feel tense about a match against a rival like Shiratorizawa. No matter how nonchalant Oikawa likes to carry himself against any threat he faces in the public eye. 

It’s why they’re at the training camp right now. To prepare for matches such as this. 

And it’s their last day—last night—before the big game. Oikawa is bound to feel just a tad bit nervous right now. 

Slowly, Oikawa’s eyes flutter open, and he looks down his nose at Hinata with a small wince as he whispers, “It’s stupid, isn’t it?” 

It’s also why they both need to keep their voices down at the moment. 

Because sure, Seijoh is a powerhouse and their budget is considerably high for the volleyball team—meaning their training camps are much better than what Hinata remembers from Karasuno—

They still need to share a room with a few other people at night. Making it a total of 4-5 players per room. 

It’s not a lot—but it’s still enough to ensure their voices are kept quiet when Oikawa and Hinata talk. 

Plus—their relationship isn’t exactly…out there. Not yet. 

Only Iwaizumi knows. The rest of the team? They can wait. 

“It’s not stupid,” Hinata moves a little closer, and his hand moves up to brush Oikawa’s jaw, leaving tingles behind on smooth skin, causing the brunet to close his eyes and take in the comforting touch for a moment, “I still get nervous in big crowds,” Hinata shrugs, “it just takes time.” 

Yeah, and it seems like it’s taking forever for Oikawa. 

Oikawa lets out an amused breath through his nose, and the side of his face crinkles with a soft smile as he looks back at Hinata. “Always the one to have a way with words, huh?” 

Hinata lets out a small snort at that, and gently flicks Oikawa’s ear before pushing just a tiny bit closer—his face practically getting stuffed against Oikawa’s chest. “I’m just saying it’s normal to feel that way,” Hinata mutters, “but you also still need to get some rest tonight.” 

Even if Oikawa—somehow—manages to survive off of a few hours of sleep before a game—

He’s still human. And ever since Hinata became part of his life—the redhead always tries to ensure Oikawa gets a somewhat better sleep schedule. 

“Can’t,” Oikawa sighs, relishing how Hinata’s body fits just right against his. 

Hinata tugs on his lower lip with his top teeth, thinking about something, before voicing the obvious reason out loud. “Because of the nerves.” 

A large but grounding hand comes to rest on top of Hinata’s head, fingers slightly ruffling the copper strands—a silent answer from Oikawa. “You get your rest, though,” the brunet smirks ever so lightly, “we both know you need it more out of the two of us.”

That’s not the point. 

But Hinata shakes his head, keeping Oikawa’s gaze as he narrows his eyes. “I can’t do that knowing you’re going to be up and restless all night.” 

Oikawa purses his lips right after that, knowing there’s no point in fighting it when it comes to Hinata. 

Damn him. 

“Stubborn.” Oikawa quietly snorts and shakes his head in slight disbelief before he’s moving his head down to capture a soft kiss from Hinata, giving the redhead’s lower lip a sweet pull as Oikawa murmurs against his mouth, “Remind me why I’m still stuck with you?” 

Hinata’s answering grin is nothing short of playful. “Because you like me.” 

And Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t have anything to say against that.

The corner of Oikawa’s mouth curls up just a little more, and he gives in to another kiss—because it never feels like enough with Hinata—as he hums, savoring how responsive and giving Hinata is with his kisses. “I guess you have a slightly valid point—”

“Hey—”

“But,” Oikawa pushes on, as quietly as he can while in a room with two other people, and he lets out a defeated breath, “I can’t promise I’ll be able to relax enough to get some rest tonight.” 

Hinata sighs at that, taking in the apologetic note in Oikawa’s eyes, as he at least appreciates the man’s honesty. 

Fair enough. But it sucks and Hinata doesn’t like that Oikawa is still too tense and—

And…

And an idea—not a very safe one at that—comes to Hinata’s mind at that moment as Oikawa takes it upon himself to start leaving small pecks all over Hinata’s cheeks and nose. 

“…” Hinata nibbles on his lip, and even if they’ve done stuff before—they’re both far from being virgins ever since Hinata came to Seijoh—there’s still this spike in his heartbeat whenever Hinata even considers initiating something. 

He doesn’t know why—maybe some part of him is still shy because Oikawa is older and more experienced and hell, they were rivals at one point—or it could be because there are other people in the room—

But he swears he can feel his heartbeat in his ears when he places one palm against Oikawa’s chest, and he wets his lips. “I…might have a few ideas in mind…” 

“On?” Oikawa asks in that lazy voice, still occupied with trailing his lips over Hinata’s jaw, finding comfort in the contact. 

“…How to help you relax.” 

Hinata hears an interested hum in return—he could feel it roll against his skin—and Oikawa smiles against Hinata’s jaw. “I’m curious now.” 

And maybe it’s because Hinata doesn’t usually initiate as much as Oikawa does. 

Or it could just be the number of kisses he’s getting from the brunet while their bodies are practically melded into one on the futon they’re on. 

But Hinata’s breath is just a little shaky when inhales, and he begins to slide his hand down Oikawa’s chest and past his stomach. “It’s just…I’ve always noticed that after we—you know—”

And it’s what he says next that has Oikawa stopping his movements, and his eyes widening with both surprise and intrigue—

“Do stuff and—” The tips of Hinata’s fingers dance along the shorts Oikawa has on, and the brunet can feel all the blood leave his brain and head to one specific area at that very moment, “you always seem to be more relaxed after…” 

And Oikawa’s mouth runs dry—making it almost difficult to swallow—and his tongue is heavy as he takes in what Hinata is alluding to based on how he’s impishly playing with his waistband, and the words that just came out of his mouth.

Fuck. 

Oikawa almost sounds pained, because as much as he would love that—

“Shouyou…” 

—They’re not alone. People—their teammates—are just a few feet away from them. 

And god—the idea of risking it is so damn appealing but…

But they shouldn’t. Right? 

That’s—

It’s—

Oikawa sucks in a sharp breath when Hinata grazes his fingers over his growing bulge, and whatever rational thought that Oikawa had just a few seconds ago immediately turns fuzzy and all he can think about is Hinata. 

His hands. His mouth. Feeling good and—

Hinata is the one to initiate. Him being just a little bolder. 

It does things to Oikawa. 

Shit. 

Oikawa is careful with how low his voice can go as he pulls away just enough to look Hinata in the eyes, only feeling slightly concerned for a different reason. “You don’t have to, you know.” 

But Hinata is quick to reassure him as he adds just a tiny bit of pressure against Oikawa’s hardening dick that’s still covered, and Hinata’s eyes are so sure when he puts on a light smile. “I know.” 

And who the hell is he to deny Hinata if he wants to? Fuck morals and being a conscious teammate, right? 

Oikawa searches Hinata’s far one last time, just to make sure he’s 100% with this, and all he gets in return is the eagerness in those eyes and…

“…” Oikawa slowly tips his head up ahead from where they’re sleeping to look at the two other guys on their own futons—noting one is sprawled out like a starfish and breathing heavily while the other is snoring like there’s no tomorrow—

And at that moment—Hinata takes the time to dip his fingers under Oikawa’s waistband, feeling the faintest brush of hair on Oikawa’s navel, causing the older one’s eyes to droop down halfway. 

But it’s not until Oikawa feels fingers wrap around his dick—they’re rough but so warm—that his jaw goes slack, and any worry he had about being caught instantly fades away, his vision going just a bit blurry, and all he can focus on is this. 

Hinata’s hand was on him. Hinata fisting him and slowly—oh so slowly—sliding his fist along his shaft. 

Oikawa relaxes into a shaky breath as Hinata keeps up the leisurely pace of his hand sliding up and down, and Oikawa tips his chin down to bury his nose and mouth into Hinata’s hair—coconut and rainfall fill his senses—and he tries to focus on breathing evenly. 

But it’s not that easy. 

Hinata’s hand is relatively small, sure, and the friction is rough with no lube at all but—

Hinata knows what he’s doing. The perfect way to pull on Oikawa’s cock to get the man to keen and his legs tensing. 

To let his palm go over the head of the brunet’s dick and take advantage of how sensitive it is, and using the pre-cum that’s pooling at the top to spread all over the top—making Oikawa shut his eyes and breathe heavily into Hinata’s hair. 

He never thought it would be so easy to lose his composure from a simple handjob. 

Especially not when Oikawa got his fair share of them from a few girls he’s fooled around with from his classes. 

It never had such an impact on him as it does now. 

It never made him feel like he can float and let everything go—his mind running blank and putting all of his trust into the person making him feel good. 

But then again—Oikawa never felt the same way for anyone else. Not as much as he feels for this little redhead that decided to transfer to this school one random day. 

With the way they’re positioned, Oikawa’s neck is right near Hinata’s face—and Hinata takes that as an opportunity to lean forward and kiss Oikawa’s neck and—

It’s always a surprise whenever Hinata just knows what to do to make Oikawa nearly melt under Hinata’s doing. 

And it shouldn’t be—not when they’ve been together for a little while, now. 

But maybe it’s because Hinata never really looks like the type to know what he’s doing whenever it’s anything other than volleyball—

Because Oikawa barely manages to stifle a groan when he feels soft lips suck at his pulse—such a simple gesture but enough to push him a little closer to an orgasm—coupled with Hinata’s hand making him feel so good and—

And relaxed. Taking his mind off the match they have tomorrow. 

Thank god the two other people in this room are heavy sleepers. 

The next stroke Hinata gives is a little harder, picking up the pace, and he seems intent on making Oikawa combust at any moment with how hard he’s sucking on Oikawa’s neck. 

Fuck—he’s gonna leave a mark. 

(And that thought alone turns Oikawa on even more.) 

It’s a shame, really. Oikawa almost feels bad that no one else gets to experience what it’s like to have Hinata take care of them—to make them lose their mind in bed. 

But that’s the keyword: almost. 

Because Oikawa sure as hell doesn’t mind being selfish in being the only one who knows this side of the redhead. 

Hinata takes his time peppering kisses along Oikawa’s neck, chest, and the other side as his strokes become more intent on making the brunet cum and finally get some sleep. 

It’s the little breaths Oikawa lets out, how he’s subtly moving his hips in tandem with Hinata’s hand to get more out of it—

That does things to Hinata as well. 

It makes his cock swell in his shorts and he’s sure Oikawa can feel it against him with every rock of his hips whenever he chases Hinata’s fist. 

There’s a muffled moan against Hinata’s hair when the redhead massages the spot just under the head of Oikawa’s dick—a spot that he knows drives Oikawa insane—and Hinata slides his tongue up the side of the brunet’s neck, tasting bits of salt and everything that makes up Oikawa on his tongue. 

“Sho—“ Oikawa starts with a hushed tone, only to cut himself off when Hinata squeezes the tip before sliding his fist back down to the base of Oikawa’s cock, his fingers reaching out to give his balls some attention as well. 

He’s so close. Oikawa can feel it with the white-hot sparks of pleasure that make his back arch and his stomach grow so tight with heat. 

But there’s just one issue. 

Pulling back, Oikawa catches his breath, being careful not to wake up the other two in the room, and he looks down at Hinata with half-lidded eyes, his mouth opening—

But he doesn’t get to say what he wants. Because instead—

Hinata swallows down the whimper Oikawa lets out the moment Hinata goes in to kiss him. 

The kiss is gentle but still manages to make Oikawa breathless, shuddering into it as one of his free hands comes up to hold the side of Hinata’s head, kissing back as much as he can while slowly falling apart by Hinata’s rough hand. 

And god—it’s so easy to let his mind run wild when Hinata is making him feel like this. 

Thinking of all the things Oikawa wishes they can do right now without the restraint of others potentially catching them. 

It’s—

“I—” Oikawa lets out a heavy breath, his mouth grazing over Hinata’s as he whispers, his mind turning into cotton the closer his orgasm approaches, “I’m close—”

All Hinata does is hum in response—like he already knew that or something—and kisses Oikawa one last time, all soft and lazily, before he decides to do something that he knows is risky but—

But he rather not make a mess and have Oikawa cum all over his hand. Not when there are no tissues around.

It’s when Hinata’s hand stops for a brief moment—causing Oikawa to pout because he was right there—that Hinata takes it upon himself to lift the covers and shift his body all the way down—

“Shouyou—” Oikawa’s surprised tone borders on being a little too loud, but can you blame him when all of a sudden—Hinata is dipping under the blanket and—

“Shit—” Oikawa sucks in a small gasp, and his eyes blow so damn wide as he looks back up to check on the two other people in the room—still sound asleep, thank fucking god—and he bites on his lower lip so hard he might break the skin. 

All he feels is warmth—something wet and soft wrapping around his dick—and his hand flies down beneath the covers to find purchase as he holds onto Hinata’s hair. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Hinata gives Oikawa’s cock a slow, indulgent suck as he hollows his cheeks, letting his tongue drag over the shaft and head—careful not to make too much noise from it—while he wraps his fingers at the base. 

And it feels good—the weight of Oikawa on his tongue, filling his mouth and he can taste him as Hinata moves his head to slide Oikawa’s dick further in, almost hitting the back of his throat. 

Feeling it throb and knowing that he has control over Oikawa’s pleasure right now—

It’s exhilarating. A feeling Hinata never really knew he enjoyed until now. 

His fists follow with every bob of his head, leaving a trail of saliva every time Hinata’s mouth comes up to the head, and he darts out his tongue to lick the slit of Oikawa’s cock—making the brunet turn his head to stuff his face into the pillow to muffle his groan and the muscles in Oikawa’s thighs tense—before going back down to take in as much as he can inside his mouth. 

It’s hard for Hinata to not moan while he has his mouth stuffed—he doesn’t want to risk waking the others up—but fuck, it just feels too good and Oikawa’s reaction is going straight to Hinata’s dick—

Oikawa doesn’t last for long. 

Not when Hinata starts to get more into it, trying to take Oikawa as deep as he can while his tongue comes out to lick wherever it can—twisting his fist in this motion that he knows will tip the brunet over the edge, Hinata’s saliva making it a little sloppy and—

God—

The only warning Hinata gets is a few taps on his head, and the redhead closes his eyes, making sure his throat is ready, pumping Oikawa’s cock until he feels white, hot spurts of cum spill into his mouth. 

They gotta make sure they don’t make a mess, right? 

He continues to suck, swallowing as he does so, all while Oikawa silently twitches in the futon, his mind running blank and he feels so hot everywhere and it’s just Hinata and pleasure in his head. 

Hinata only starts to slow down when he feels Oikawa squirm and the man digs into his hair—silently telling him that it’s almost too much and Oikawa is boarding the line to overstimulation. 

The thought is tempting, though. Hinata always loves to overstimulate Oikawa whenever he can. 

Because of the image he gets after? Probably worth as much as winning a game in volleyball. 

Oikawa’s breaths are heavy, and his limbs feel like jelly, as he tries to catch his breath and his senses return to him. 

Hinata manages to move back up and out from the blanket—one thumb wiping the corner of his mouth—and his breathing matches Oikawa’s as he regards the older one with a soft note in his eyes. 

“You okay?” 

Oikawa huffs out a breath, a light chuckle gets woven into it, and he takes a moment to just clear his throat to think about it. 

He feels…better. Hinata sure does know how to help him relax. 

His muscles don’t feel like they might cramp up from tension, and he can feel sleep approaching to take him down for the night. 

Guess a good orgasm is truly all it takes for a horny high schooler, huh? 

“Better,” Oikawa settles with as an answer as he gives a genuine smile when he looks at Hinata, feeling all warm and boneless inside. 

A satisfied hum comes from Hinata, followed by a little smirk as he sits up on one of his elbows to reach over for his water bottle to wash down his mouth and throat. 

And to be honest—Oikawa does feel ready to sleep now. He can feel it in the way his body is giving in for the night and his mind is too tired to worry about tomorrow’s match. 

He can simply knock out if he just lets his eyes close. 

But—

He moves one of his legs to get in a more comfortable position—but that only causes him to accidentally graze his knee against Hinata’s groin and—

Oh. 

He feels a bulge. A hard one. And Oikawa swallows thickly when he realizes that Hinata is really turned on right now. 

“You’re still…” 

“We need sleep,” Hinata cuts him off as he tries to swing one arm over Oikawa’s waist to pull him closer and get comfortable for the night. 

But Oikawa shakes his head because he is not letting Hinata just go to sleep with a hard-on like that. “Let me help you—”

“It’s late—”

“I can be quick,” Is Oikawa’s response, and Hinata’s lips press down into a contemplative line after that. 

It’s not that he doubts Oikawa can make it quick. He’s embarrassed to admit just how easy it is to make him cum whenever Oikawa is involved. 

It’s just…

Hinata looks up above them two to analyze the two other players sleeping in the room. 

It’s late. They should get some sleep. And what if they actually get caught this time? 

But then—

Oikawa does this thing where he’s trailing his hand all over Hinata’s body, and he adds more pressure against Hinata’s bulge with his knee—teasing it and—

Christ. 

“…You’re not going to let me sleep until you get your way, huh?” Hinata sighs in slight defeat—only because he really wants Oikawa to get as much rest as possible—and looks back at the brunet with a tiny curve on his mouth.

Oikawa smiles like he knows he already won. “Nope.” 

“You’re—” Hinata doesn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence because Oikawa is already moving down and underneath the blanket, clearly eager to suck the redhead off. 

Hinata huffs out an amused laugh as he looks up, one hand threading through Oikawa’s hair as he uses the other hand to rub down his face, and murmurs into the silent room. “Unbelievable.” 

Don’t worry though—they still get their night’s rest. 

…Just after a few more orgasms, both of them pushing the limit on how far they can go without being caught by their roommates, and the high of the upcoming match muddling their rational thinking. 

End.

You can also read this fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48424408#main

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Hey, as someone who was nearly groomed, I find the line “two deadly sins taking advantage of a traumatised scared disabled kid who lost everyone and was lied to that his closest friend did it on purpose” kind of odd? Well ok for Mammon I agree it applies. But for Asmodeus? When did he lie to him about his closest friend? The RoboFizz situation’s not one I really see as Asmodeus “taking advantage” of Fizz because a. he clearly doesn’t want to do it and b. what the hell does Asmodeus gain from it (especially if apparently he’s not getting any of the profit per Viv’s Patreon?).

I’m not saying the man’s a saint, but I felt your original Fizzarozzie criticisms were legit and got me thinking deeply about codependency and taking risks. I enjoyed them a lot, and I liked how you didn’t demonize (no pun intended) anyone. But This just kind of seems like a stretch, and kind of disrespectful to compare a fictional character to a groomer when that’s not what happened at all!

I’m very sorry that happened to you, but none of these shallow characters in this story can accurately represent that. Its a show that works within its own logic and has protagonist centric morality.

Mammon 100% groomed and exploited Fizz for one, but it was Asmodeus who still designed, built, shipped out, sold, and advertised those robots all across his ring and in his businesses. For nine solid years. And he only decides to have the “I’m pretty sure you might be uncomfortable maybe”conversation on year ten. The best he could do to stop it was to try make fizz quit his job? Why does she make some of the men in her stories so…weak?

Apparently this is, like with stolas, trying to retcon all the bad things the royal boyfriend did to make him look better in the peasant x Prince otp. But it doesn’t, it only removes all depth. Even though it’s completely and utterly illogical. Her patreon literally contradicts her own story. The products have Asmodeus’ brand on their foreheads. He makes them in his factory, he sells them, he does profit off of them. When people see and hear his ads, they buy from him. He partook and contributed in the exploitation. And why did he have to make them all conscious? He’s like Lyle Lipton times a thousand, except he donates to an orphanage. Billionaires with pure hearts of gold like Warbucks just don’t exist.

It seems that it wasn’t the sins who lied, but they did “swoop in” so to speak, to “save” him. And he was vulnerable because of the lies he was fed. When he was at his absolute lowest, both of them do all the things they do without fizz’s informed consent. Emphasis on informed. It’s only this ep they ask if he’s sure. But he feels unworthy of them both because of it all.

Point a. …he still did it though, he still made those things. He owns that entire factory, it’s assets, and pays all of its employees. You’re telling me he gets them all to work for free, he pays for this all just with his savings account?

I think you kindve..are saying he’s a saint? Can you tell me a few things he has done wrong in episode six or seven of s2? Products don’t appear on shelves for free and you don’t keep making them for free either, you get a cut, or you can’t keep building them. Mam and Oz were clearly business partners in all of this. Asmodeus isn’t stupid and he isn’t weak…why are we doing this all again..

if he had regrets about it after experiencing love that’d be one thing. And an actually good story. But saying he did it for free cause he just…can’t say no to mammon or fizz?? It’s exclusively the moustache twirling mammon who has an ounce of evil for some reason, while no other sin has any? I’ve literally seen better written fanfic dude.

#helluva boss critical #Fizzarozzie crit

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NIA OMFG SO ABT THE DATING APP POST U MADE (replies could not handle the novel I am about to impose on you)

the way I am so in love with iwa but he’s the epitome of not my irl type 😭 gym bros and their bland responses to hinge prompts scare me and I feel that he would have the exact profile you were talking abt. his redeeming quality would be like. a dog.

SAME WITH ATSUMU AND IT PAINS ME. PHYSICALLY PAINS ME BC THAT IS MY HUSBAND.

Bokuto would be the exception to the gym bro thing bc he is also a himbo and it shows (in the best way possible) and no one can resist that.

half of hq would not be my type irl and the other half that would be?? I’d be too scared to try to match cause they’re. gorgeous??????? Hello???

HOWEVER Akashi’s profile would totally be like cafe date vibes, libraries and very just. CALMING AND NICE AND I’D DO THE SAME AS YOU. The only thing is I think his prompt responses (I’m on hinge so this is the only dating app format ik) wouldn’t really give you tooooo much to work with but it’s ok no one can be perfect.

I think kuroo’s would be like super bf material tho. Like the kind of profile that you’re certain gets a lot of interaction and makes you wonder if he’s even active on the app anymore LOL. also gives good responses, he’s just slightly dorky but it’s so endearing and it adds to the appeal of his profile.

I think suna’s would be super chill with like humorous undertones and I’d probably end up trying to match with him bc of that. he gives gooddddd responses that are genuinely fun and non repetitive. he’s also not dry if you end up matching.

yk what no I’m giving atsumu a chance here. his prompt responses are. interesting to say the least. dry. he comes across a bit cocky. but his pictures don’t if that makes sense??? like he comes off as a genuinely sweet guy in his photos and videos. maybe I’m just too soft for him and I’m projecting, this is embarrassing.

I wanna add something abt oikawa but I genuinely cannot think of anything other than his photos would be insanely aesthetic and pretty. responses need a bit of work and his opening lines come off a bit strong but. it’s okay. he’s perfect and can do no wrong imo 🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY SORRY I JUST GOT EXCITED AND WANTED TO SHARE. YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO THE SMAU, I WOULD EAT THAT UP!!!!!

HAIII REV!! EXACTLY. exactly. i'm sorry but not even a dog is enough for me i'm like Omg little dog and then don't match I'm sorry hajime.. Bokuto... my cutie pie naoooo 😭😭 i'd like to hope he'd answer the prompts cutely/in a funny way but i still wouldn't think we'd match well and skip him... BUT!!!! I think if they replied to one of my prompts i'd reply...?! < girl who Never Ever matches first Ever. like there's a photo where their smile looks very cutesie and i'm like Why not!

Akaashi. 🙂teehee. my favoritism i'm sorry everybody. he doesn't really have photos of himself so he has to ask friends for some and there's like one photo that's dimly lit where he's smiling with fluffy hair that would make my jaw drop and tears form in my eyes i'd want him so bad. one of his prompt answers would be like. a joke about how tired he is with all the work he has. something kind of basic But i love him so it's ok. for me specifically i mention my dislike for HTTYD 3 and i think he'd reply and be like wait you're so right can u explain more or something like that and I would Start Crying tears Of Joy PLEAASELEAASE PLEAPSAPPSLEPLEPA

omg kuroo. i understand. i actually first had the idea he looks kind of dorky (/affectionate) but he has a couple good photos and a meme and it's like Oh he's so real for that. also he's totaallyyy somebody who does an audio prompt 😭 it's something fawking stupid /Affectionate and i'd show my irls and we'd be like wait he's kinda cute while we laugh BJSHFBJSD there's also a group photo somewhere on there ! and maybe a video where you can hear him cackling! silly guy...

suna would have a stupid ass block text meme somewhere on his profile LOLLL there's a photo where he's in his room in the dark but i can also imagine he has one with good lighting outside that's one of the few he has... he Would be funny! he's all lowercase until u say something that gets him to laugh and he goes LMFAOOOOO WAIT and it's like Yes I got a good grade in Hinge. BFJSHBJSB

ATSUMU! totally has a pic where he's showing off his muscles or spiking But also wait he looks kind of cute and dorky in this other photo and also his prompt responses are funny this is crazy? I UNDERSTAND!!! maybe it could be like... he's not someone you'd swipe on initially but he sees Your profile and tries to switch it up to cater to you before replying to one of your prompts LOL. and maybe there's a pic of him helping samu make onigiri or just... something kind of domestic that makes u go oh alright he's nice?!

HMM OIKAWA.... also a volleyball pic somewhere. maybe with a medal or trophy of his LOL. but he can take good selfies Unfortunately smhhh /j so you're like aw fuck... i think i'd be like oh you're out of my league or Not my type but if that kind of guy replies to one of your prompts...Would you not be a little curious to see how that convo goes. he's good looking enough that he could just like people's first pic and move on but You're special and Funny and he's Curious okay!!!

THANK U!!! HTANKYEWWW I LOVE THINKING AND TALKING AND SHARING AND HEARING IDEAS IT'S SO FUNSIES NEVER APOLOGIZE 2 ME! i have So many smau series ideas bouncing around in my head i've never tried but if i ever do this one...U will b the first 2 know.

#🧾nia.answers #<3 rev #the not my type and then gorgeous people SOOO REAL!! #so many charas wouldnt be my type on hinge bc im so absurdly picky My bad guys #it wouldnt be as bad in person but!! ur dating app profile! Im Picky!!! #and like. i have soo many smau ideas. So many. #dating app. celeb meet cute. uni au / unknowingly knowing ur moot in person. band au. streamer(s) au. so many #i should probably find time to do my fawking oneshots before i try a series LOL but myannnn.. #One day.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD  “Tumult at the Lost Child Center ~Don’t be too Childish~”

Original title:「ディアヴォリック★自堕落生活～長男の憂鬱～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Honestly Ayato & Yuma are such a fun pairing because they’re both relatively ‘chill’ guys who have more of a childish side to them. Defintiely the perfect pick for a CD about a lost child center haha. It was really cute to see Yuma interact with the kids, although I never doubted his skills in that regard. He just radiates those ‘big bro’ vibes. :p Ayato on the other hand struggled a bit more, but I think he’s decent at dealing with kids too. Let’s just be grateful it wasn’t Kanato there instead or he would have set those poor children on fire lol.

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Ayato: Ahー Ahー If you have found or are looking for a lost child, then…get your ass to the damn lost child center! (1) Do you understand!? 

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Ayato: Heh…Whatcha say, Chichinashi? My announcement was flawless, no?

Yuma: Ahー It was a fuckin’ disaster. Why did it sound like ya were givin’ them an order at the end!? Haah…I’m really out of luck, havin’ to do this job together with this dumbass. 

Ayato: That’s my line! The kids are gonna get scared by you with your big frame and that nasty look on your face!

Yuma: Ah? No way. Just so ya know, lookin’ after some lil’ brats is a piece of cake for me. I used to do it all the time in the past after all. 

Ayato: Heeh…Even if that’s true, the past is the past, right? Whether it’s lookin’ after kids or anythin’ else, I’m not losin’ to you so you better brace yourself !

Yuma: Oh come on, don’t get so damn competitive over every single thing! Ahー What a pain in the ass…

A crying girl is brought in. 

*Thud*

Ayato: …Oh! A lost child was brought in right on cue! …’Kay, I’ll make her stop cryin’ so watch closely!

Yuma: Well, show us what you’ve got. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Oi, brat. Stop cryin’ right now. Those sobs and sniffles are hella loud and annoyin’. 

Child: Uu…

Ayato: Hah? What am I doin’ wrong, Chichinashi? I gotta make myself clear to her, right!? 

Yuma: You’re being way too serious to a kid. Haha…Ya have to be a lil’ more chill when ya talk to them. 

Ayato: Haah!? What should I do then!? 

You try to explain. 

Ayato: I see…Her name, huh? ーー Oi, you! Teach me your name! By the way, mine’s Ayato. Remember to add ‘-sama’ to the end when you refer to me, ‘kay?

Yuma: I can’t believe he’s askin’ a kid to refer to him as ‘-sama’. Pfftー! …Lame!

Ayato: …Shut up!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahー Look, she’s even more scared now ‘cause ya started shoutin’ out of nowhere. 

Ayato: Keh…! Aah, what now!? I guess I should do somethin’ which will catch her attention…Oi! Teach me what works best with small human girls!

You explain.

Ayato: …Dolls!? Me…!? 

Yuma: Pfft! Playin’ house with dolls. Go ahead and give it a shot! I mean, ya talked pretty big earlier so I’m sure ya can pull it off, right?

Ayato: Geh…I’ll do it! Chichinashi, you help out too!

You nod.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll play with you, so pick your doll. 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Haah…? You had all these choices to pick from and you went with the creepy Witch? So, how do you want to play?

The child explains.

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m playin’ as the Princess while Chichinashi gets to be the Prince!? ーー Hold up. Why did you divide the roles like that!? Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round!? 

Yuma: Haha! Maybe the kid’s tryin’ to show her good heart by lettin’ ya be the Princess since you’ve been havin’ a hard time so far. 

Ayato: Haah!? 

The child asks to play.

Ayato: Haah? Ah…Right…Let’s see… (talks with a high-pitched, feminine voice) ‘Ah, I’m a cute Princess. Nice to meet you!’

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Pfftーー! …Fuck…I can’t believe I have to witness this…Is this a new type of torture? Haha!

Ayato: You bastard…Shut the fuck up! Don’t watch!

*Rustle*

Ayato: …Haah? You want me to have this apple? I’m not that dumb to just eat an apple given to me by some shady-ass Witch! No thank you!

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …!? 

Child: Uu…

Ayato: …Fine! I just gotta eat it, right!? …’Nom, nom, nom’ …Ah? I’m not gonna fall unconscious from the poison. That’d be hella lame!

Child: Uu…

Yuma: Ahーahー Ya never learn, do ya?

Ayato: Aah…!? Honestly, you’ve been talkin’ like you know best this whole damn time. Then you do it instead!

Yuma: Yeah, sure. Come on. Hand me the Princess doll.

*Rustle*

Yuma: …Ughー! The apple’s poison…!

*Thud*

Ayato: Haha! He’s totally into it. Lame!

Yuma: Say whatever ya want. …Oi, Sow! Don’t be spacin’ over there and kiss me already!

You seem surprised. 

Yuma: You’re the Prince here, right!? Wake me up with a true lover’s kiss! …Hehe. If ya want, I don’t mind if ya kiss me directly instead of usin’ the dolls.

Ayato: Haah…!? Oi, hold up! Why would she do that!? 

Yuma: …Ah!? Those without a doll should stay out of this!

Ayato: Shut up! …Ahー God! We’re done with this! Away with this crap!

Ayato sends the dolls flying into the air. 

*Woosh* 

Yuma: Tsk…Just how immature can ya be? 

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Hey, lil’ one. Why don’t we ignore that guy and draw some pictures next?

The girl nods.

Yuma: …Sure. You’re a good girl, aren’t ya? …Come on! Let’s see whoever can draw the better picture! I’ve got my hopes up high!

They grab paper and marks to draw.

*Scribble scribble*

Ayato: Oh! She’s really into this! Amazin’!

Yuma: Heh, want to join us? 

Ayato: …! In your dreams! …But well, I guess if you insist, I’ll do you a favor.

Yuma: You really are a pain in the ass, aren’t you?

*Scribble scribble* 

Ayato: Hm? Oi, kid. Whatcha drawin’? 

She explains. 

Yuma: Heeh…Your mother, huh? 

Ayato: Hah! Ridiculous! I’m not gonna draw that sorta crap. Let me think…

*Scribble scribble* 

Ayato: There we go! This should do!

Yuma: The fuck’s this round thing? 

Ayato: It’s the takoyaki I ate the other day! It had a Western-style twist to it, so instead of seaweed flakes, it had some other green-colored thing sprinkled on top. It tasted kinda strange. 

Yuma: Ya really couldn’t think of anythin’ else to draw? 

Ayato: I could ask you the exact same thing! The fuck’s that supposed to be? Don’t tell me you drew some vegetables? 

Yuma: Oh! Nice observation! It’s a new variant which I planted just recently. I really hope they’ll grow nice and big just like in this picture one day!

Ayato: …!? Aren’t those a little too big!? They’d easily reach above the roof of the house!

Yuma: Aah…? I bought the seeds at the Demon World so that’s the least I’d expect from them. So…What did ya draw? 

You show them your drawing.

Yuma: …Ah? Are these…The fireworks at the Parade? 

You nod. 

Ayato: Then over here are the gondolas? …I mean, I guess you did an okay job. Not as good as my drawing though!

The door opens.

Ayato: Oh, another lost child? 

The mother of the child rushes inside. 

Yuma: …Oh! You’re here to pick up yer daughter? …Hey, look who’s here. 

Ayato: Good for you! Go and enjoy the Parade, ‘kay? 

Yuma: What’s this? Are ya feelin’ a lil’ lonely perhaps? 

Ayato: Shut up! That’s not it! 

Yuma: Hahaha! …Oh? 

*Flip* 

Yuma: What? …You’re giving this drawing to us? …Haha! Ya did a great job! 

The child smiles. 

Yuma: This guy with the ponytail is me, right? 

She nods. 

Yuma: Yeah, thanks! …So, this stick-like girl in a skirt whose lackin’ any indication of curves whatsoever must be her, right?

The child nods again. 

Yuma: Hehe…Aren’t ya happy she drew such an accurate representation of ya?

You pout.

Ayato: …!? Hey, where am I then!? Show me!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …Aah? Oi. Don’t tell me this guy with the red scribbles on top of his head is supposed to be me? 

The child nods again. 

Ayato: My hair isn’t that much of a mess! Come on, take a better look! It’s supposed to be spiky and looks way cooler than this!

Yuma: Nah, I think she did a pretty good job. Honestly, I can barely tell the difference! Haha!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Well…I guess I’ll accept it as a souvenir. Don’t get yourself lost again, ‘kay?

Yuma: Come on, ‘Ayato-sama’, why don’t you wave her goodbye? Thank the girl for playin’ with ya!

Ayato: Haah…!? I’m the one who played with her! Idiot! …Don’t you dare show up again, ‘kay!? 

The child leaves with her mother.

Yuma: Ahー That was kinda hectic. Oh well, I’m glad she was safely picked up by her parents. 

Ayato: …There’s absolutely nothin’ good ‘bout it!

Yuma: …Ah? 

Ayato: I didn’t get to show off what I’m capable of at all! ーー Oi, Yuma. Go and look for the next lost child. 

Yuma: Haah? …No way. Why should I do that? 

Ayato: Shut up! I feel like I got a feel for lookin’ after children now. So hurry up and bring in the next one!

Yuma: Listen up…It’s better if no children get lost at all, so don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap. Besides, if ya want to find one that badly, then look for them yerself!

Ayato: Haah…? And why would I do that?

Yuma: Ahー But I guess if ya were to come across one, you’d just scare and make them cry again. Just think of the disaster from earlier. Guess it’s too much to ask from ya.

Ayato: That’s not true! 

Yuma: Oh? I’m not convinced. 

Ayato: Shut up! I’ll show you! I’ll be back with an impressive amount of lost children, so you better be scared!

Ayato runs off.

*Thud* 

Yuma: Ahー Thank god that loudmouth is finally gone. I’m kinda tired from havin’ to deal with the kid, so I guess I’ll rest up a bit. Hey, go and make some tea!

Another child is brought in.

Yuma: …Wait!? Haah!? Talk about bad timin’...Yeah, this is the lost child center. We’ll take care of the lil’ one, ‘kay?

The door opens again.

Yuma: Ah? Two in a row? …Wait, there’s two at a time? 

More children are brought in. 

Yuma: Again!? Ahー Their cryin’ is drivin’ me nuts…Shut up! I’ll look after y’all so come here! …Anyway, what’s Ayato up to? I’m over here drowning in lost kids so don’t tell me he’s sleepin’ on the job!? 

All of the kids cry at once.

Yuma: Ah, hey! Don’t fight! …If ya can’t share and get along like good kids, I’m takin’ that ball away, do ya understand!? 

The crying intensifies. 

Yuma: …Aah? If you’re hungry, go to that Soー …I mean lady over there. Eat slowly so ya don’t choke, ‘kay? 

The children continue crying. 

Yuma: …Aah…Fuck, this is a pain…If I had known it’d get this busy, I would have rather had that fool ‘round still. …Right!

You ask Yuma what he’s going to do. 

Yuma: Hehe…I had a fun idea. Keep the kids busy for a bit, ‘kay? 

*Thud*

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Yuma: Ahー Ahー This is the lost child center speaking. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years old, has red hair and a resting bitch face. We believe he might be somewhere close to the takoyaki vendor. If you spot him, please tell that idiot to come to the lost child center.

I repeat. We are looking for Sakamaki Ayato-kun, 17 years oーー 

Ayato bursts into the room. 

*Thud* 

Ayato: You bastard…! Cut the crap!

Yuma: Oh! My announcement was very effective! Haha! So, how does it feel to get called to the lost child center at yer age? 

Ayato: Everyone ‘round me started starin’ or pointin’ fingers at me while laughin’...! I nearly choked on the churros I was eatin’ on top of that! It was horrible!

Yuma: Oh? You weren’t at the takoyaki place? Damn, I spread wrong information. 

Ayato: Who gives a damn ‘bout that!? Meet me outside! I’ve had enough!

Yuma: Ahー Now’s not the time to fight. Hurry up and help me take care of these brats. 

Ayato: Kids? I couldn’t find any lost children thoーー

All of the kids start crying again. 

Ayato: Aah…!? What’s goin’ on over here!? 

Yuma: We’re actually fully booked over here. Now’s not the time to act like a big child yerself. Get to work, come on!

Ayato: Geh…!

Yuma: Oi, brats, listen up! Mr. ‘Ayato-sama’ over here is dyin’ to play with all of ya, so let him join in on the fun, ‘kay?

Ayato: Haah…!? Don’t just say whatever ya damn please!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …!? Hey! Don’t jump at me!

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato: Don’t climb up my body! Let go of me…!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yuma: Hah! He’s over there wavin’ his arms ‘round as if he doesn’t like it, but he’s probably enjoyin’ all of the attention. Thank god I got paired up with someone who’s on the same levels as these brats. 

Ayato: Fuck…! Chichinashi, don’t be over there laughin’ with him but help me out! …Ugh! If that’s what the guy wants, then he can join me instead!

Ayato tugs Yuma close.

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Haah!? …Hey, stop! Don’t pull my hair!

*Thud* 

Ayato: Haha, lame! Oi, my loyal servants! Let’s beat up the bad guy!

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato: …Wait!? Idiots! Can’t you tell that you’re only supposed to attack the big fella over there!

Yuma: Heh…You’re a hundred years too early to order those brats ‘round! Come on, let’s show him who’s boss!

*Thud*

Yuma: …Ack! Oi, ya lil’...! Who’s the one who punched me in the sides just now!? 

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Whatcha lookin’ so surprised ‘bout? You should join in as well!

You hesitate. 

Yuma: Well, these kids don’t hold back, so ya better know what you’re gettin’ yerself into! …But it wouldn’t make for a bad memory of the Parade, right? 

ーー THE END ーー

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[softxsuki]

Hi! Can I have a matchup for Tokyo Revengers please?

Pronouns: she/they

Preferably matching with male, as a romantic relationship.

MBTI : INFJ

Zodiac signs: Scorpio sun, Sag moon, Pisces rising

What I value in relationship : honesty, gentle, peace, loyalty, security, respect, and a little bit of exploration

My type is probably someone who is so kind to handle, or someone who just don’t talk much but decide to do things instead. Kinda like the vice captain thingy if you know what I mean…😅

For my personality, I tend to be so quiet (and maybe intimidating) at first but tbh I’m just shy. The more ppl know me, they’ll see that I am responsible, serious, hardworking, but also chill and laidback at the same time (But don’t ask me to be very honest cause I’ll do it with no filter and some ppl might hate me for that) and if I was super mad (like the final straw) I will cut off that person without any warning.

Hobbies : singing, reading, writing, drawing and listening to music!

I am the youngest daughter but smh being the one who is more responsible amongst my siblings. And fyi I’m scared of someone yelling at me (especially from men… tragically)

And lastly, for the scenario. I want to see how that someone you’ll get for me will do if I came home late due to weather and traffic jams

Thank you so much!

1000 Follower Event Matchup #26

This event is now CLOSED. You can find the masterlist for it here.

Note: So sorry that it's super late, but thanks, for your patience :) hope you enjoy!

I match you with: DRAKEN

Runner-up was: Shinichiro

Draken:

Draken is definitely your type

He’s not verbal with his affection for you, but he shows it more through his actions, like having you walk on the inside of the sidewalk while he walks on the side closer to the street, or shoving his jacket over your head when it starts to rain and you both forgot to bring an umbrella–subtle yet sweet

He’s an incredibly loyal vice captain, and he’s just as loyal as your boyfriend, no other person catches his eye, only you!

Try cutting him off if you get mad at him, he won’t let it happen…he’ll just look at you like “-_- really?” like you really thought you could get rid of him? That’s funny

He knows how to handle someone with spontaneous emotions, he’s Mikey’s friend after all, so he handles your shyness and anger (if that ever happens) pretty well

Draken would never raise his voice at you, he can be pretty intimidating since he is 2nd in command of Toman, but you’re his special someone and he never uses that authority over you, he’s very soft and kind with you

I think someone responsible like you would be perfect for Draken since I think he’s also pretty mature for a guy, he’d need that same level of maturity in a partner as well, and you definitely have that

How does he react to you getting home late for unexpected reasons?

He’s worried of course, but he remains calm

I can’t imagine him overreacting for something like that unless you’re usually home around 4pm and it’s 10pm and you’re still not home…only then would he start to really worry and get antsy

But if you’re usually home by 4pm, but don’t get home until 6pm, then he’s totally calm

He would probably give you a call if it gets too late to figure out where you are and if you’re okay

Like I said, Draken is very mature and level-headed so he knows how to stay calm in situations like these

Gets a little more worried if you don’t answer his calls, but he still wouldn’t run to find you in the streets or anything (unless his gut is screaming at him that something is wrong, but 9 of out 10 times, he knows you’re okay)

Lowkey though I picture that he’d always want to have your location so he has you on life360 or something so he knows where you are at all times

He’s in a dangerous line of work so if anything were to ever happen to you, he’d want to be able to get to you quickly!

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Posted: 08/23/2023

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Not Quite What She Seemed (Pacifica Northwest x reader)

Gravity Falls Pacifica x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 2.5k

The one shot for a request I promised months ago- I'm sorry it's so horribly late!

Prompt: 'Sure I hate them, but I don't want them to die!'

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  I crossed my arms and glared at Dipper.

  “So you’re saying…you told Pacifica I’d help her learn about anomalies.”

  He nodded slowly. “...yes. I realize now that that may have been a bad idea, but Mabel and I have to go back to California soon and Pacifica said she wanted to learn more about them…And besides Soos and Wendy, you know more about the secrets of Gravity Falls than anyone else in Gravity Falls!”

  “Flattery only works in films.” I grumbled. “And why’d you say I would teach her of all people? Can’t you, like, video call her? Or-or Wendy! Wendy could teach her!”

  “Because you’re the only one who studied the journals. And I hate video calls, they’re uncomfortable and awkward.” 

  “So to get this straight…while you’re having fun in SoCal, I’ll be up here dealing with Princess Bratz doll?”

  “Actually, I’m from the bay area, and also…her family lost all their riches from Weirdmaggedon, so she’ll learn to be…less spoiled, you know?”

  “Screw that, Dipper Pines. If she becomes, like, a good person or something, I’ll eat my journal.”

  “She is a…better person, surprisingly. You just haven’t talked to her in a while.”

  “Hmph.”

*******

  Well…a few days later, the twins went home. Summer was fun, but summer ends…I was already looking forward to next year.

  I sighed and exited the creatively named Gravity Falls High School, grateful that the first day of school was a Friday.

  “Hey, you, (Y/N).” Said a familiar valley girl accent.

  Pacifica.

  “Northwest. What do you want?”

  She approached me. “Well…it was kinda fun busting monsters with Dipper and Mabel, so I got curious. And Dipper said you could tell me more.”

  “Figured. What are you, like some…valley girl scientist? Is- is that what you’re going for, Blondie?”

  “Jeez, what did I ever do to you?” She frowned, glaring at me.”

  “Hmmm…I don’t know….maybe it was how you bullied me all summer.” I said nonchalantly.

  “Well I’m sorry for that! I’m…I’m trying to be better, I really do want to learn about this stuff!”

  I snorted. “Aren’t you scared you’ll break a nail?”

  “Of course I am! But I always am, so what difference does it make?”

  “And can you even hold yourself in a fight?” I said loftily. I was winding her up, and I knew it too.

  She stared at me for a few seconds, her scowl deepening. I smirked harder, when suddenly I felt her grab the front of my shirt. 

  My eyes widened. “Uh…what’re you doin’ there?” 

  “Proving you wrong,” She smirked. She shoved me towards the school, and pinned me to the wall. I struggled, but she had a grip of steel. She held her fist up as if to punch me…

  “How’s that for fighting?” She grinned, letting go of me.

  I stared at her for a few seconds before returning to my cool facade. 

  “Pretty good, actually. I underestimated you. Maybe you do have something goin’ for you, Princess.”

*******

  “So this is the mission.” I said, reaching the dimensional rip. Ford had tasked me with closing all of them with alien adhesive before he left.

  I turned to see Pacifica about ten feet back, struggling to keep up with me. Good. I smiled, taking pride in the fact that I was faster than her.

  “As you know, Weirdmaggedon caused all sorts of….well, weird stuff. Like how the phone reception is weird now, and the new fault line in the forest- not that you’d know about the latter, considering you’re afraid of getting your boots muddy.” I gestured towards her feet- she was wearing Dipper's old ugly hiking boots, while I wore the sleeker black leather boots Ford left at the Mystery Shack. They were probably magical, considering they fit perfectly even though Ford and I wore different shoe sizes.

  “Yeah, well, we didn’t need to go on a mission right after it rained, (Y/N). Actually- you’re doing this to spite me, huh?”

  I chuckled. Her expression was gold. “Heh, maybe a little- Anyways, one of these new anomalies is dimensional rips. They lead into the multiverse, and are probably the source of most of Gravity Falls’ weirdness? I don’t know, it’s just a theory…” I paused, waiting for her eyes to glaze over as she pretended to understand what I was saying.

  They didn’t glaze over. 

  “Go on, you were talking about the multiverse?”

   I blushed as I realized I had stopped talking, and pulled my gaze away from her to continue.

  “Well, basically, we’re closing the rip to the multiverse with this alien adhesive.”

  “Ew. But I guess if it does the job…”

  “It does.” I said bluntly. “Careful, you might mess up your designer shorts.”

  “I’ll have you know, these are cheap. They’re only Balenciaga. Honestly, even your folk could afford them.”

  “My folk, eh? If I remember correctly, your family lost your entire fortune…so perhaps you should say our folk.”

  “Never. I’d rather not be associated with you.”

   “You know, you’re not doing a very good job of becoming a better person, you know that? Maybe Dipper was wrong about you.” I said loftily. 

  She stared at me for a moment, the sass in her eyes flickered into genuine hurt. Maybe I had gone too far-

  She stepped towards me angrily. “Well maybe you’re not making it very easy!”   

  “It isn’t supposed to be easy!” I said despite myself. 

  “Then why is it easy with everyone but you?!” She snapped, lunging towards me.

  I stared at her, a few inches from my face. 

  She stepped away, towards the tear. I saw what would happen before it did... 

  “Look, I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that-” She sighed, not noticing the panic in my eyes.

  “Pacifica-”

  A lovecraftian tentacle broke out of the rift and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her back towards the portal. 

  Her eyes widened and she tried to fight it off, and I ran forward, trying to help.

  “(Y/N), help! I’m sorry, really-” She screamed helplessly.

  I caught her hand. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll save you-” 

  But she was already slipping out of my grasp. I slid my jacket off.

  “Grab onto this! M-maybe-”

  She gripped the sleeve as I tried to pull her back.

  “(Y/N), this isn’t gonna work…” 

  “I-I’ll save you Pacifica, I promise!” I yelled as she disappeared into the rift, taking my jacket with her.

  There was a long silence, punctuated by the soft electric crackle of the void in front of me.

  “What am I gonna do?” I whispered.

*******

  I ran as fast as I could back to the mystery shack- Ford had an infinity belt that I would use to find my way back to our dimension.

  Now equipped with the infinity belt and an axe Wendy gave me, I was ready to descend into a multiverse of chaos. 

  By now Pacifica could be universes away… 

  I reached into my backpack, where I had Ford’s fanciest tracker. I inputted a strand of long blonde hair that I assumed was Pacifca’s- she was the only one with hair like that. I stared at the tracker as numbers flashed over the screen…

  DNA match found

  Location: Dimension PAZ

  Coordinates: Unknown

Yeah...that wasn't ideal.

  I put the tracker back in my bag and tied the infinity belt to a nearby pine tree. With a deep breath, I stepped forward into the tear.

  The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like everything, but nothing all at once. Same with the sights, once my eyes managed to register them….a world of possibilities, right here at my fingertips. It burned through me, the realization that out here….I could literally do anything.

  And….wait, was that my name? In the distance- which could have been anywhere between a hundred feet away and a million lightyears away- was what looked to be a fireworks display! The lights flashed and flickered into a word- (Y/N). It was my name- Oh yeah! Pacifica had my jacket- that meant she had Ford’s spare flare gun!

*******

  “....and so now I’m here.” I finished.

  “Wait, so you did all that for someone…you hate?” Asked the (H/C) boy in front of me.

   “I might hate her, but I also don’t want her to die!” I exclaimed, irritated at this (Y/N) variant. He kept bugging me about ‘my Pacifica’.

  “What do you mean ‘my Pacifica’?” I had asked the first time he said it.

  “Well, every (Y/N) variant has a Pacifica variant.” He answered earnestly.

  I had scoffed and said that sounded like a soulmate AU in a fanfic. He said it was just destiny. (...right.)

  The flare had led me to dimension PAZ, an in-between place where all the multiverse’s lost Pacifica Northwest variants wound up. Apparently matter was attracted to itself in the multiverse, similar to how weirdness was attracted to Gravity Falls, which was really quite fascinating…

  But anyways. I had barely been there for a minute before discovering two things: First of all, my dimension’s Pacifica would be really hard to locate amongst this crowd of Pacificas. Secondly….PAZ wasn’t just for Pacificas, but (Y/N) variants too. And as my guide had said, this was due to some weird predestined thing- Pacifica Northwest and (Y/N) (L/N) were just fated to be together in some context- from friendship to epic rivalry to…romance- even if both of them happened to be sentient furniture. (I cringed- a table version of me was not something I wanted to see, ever.)

  “Hey, you’re new, huh?” Said a Pacifica variant with three eyes. “You’re not as hot as my (Y/N),” She added.

  “Gee, thanks.” I sighed. “Wait- what?!” 

  “Hmm, you’re new, huh- Like I said, my (Y/N). My awesome girlfriend. Here she is, actually!”

  I stared as a girl with my face, three eyes, and a longer version of my hair  ran up to us, waving.

  “Lookit, a new kid.” Said the three eyed Pacifica variant. My feminine variant looked me up and down-

  “Wow, you’re not as hot as me.” She decided.

  I blushed. “Hey- yes I am! We have the same face!”

  “But my hair is nicer!” She chuckled, not seeming to understand that my feelings were hurt.

  I snorted. “Your hair is just mine but longer. And c’mon, if you’re me, you ought to understand that I am absolutely gonna overthink this later, and I really don’t neEd that right now!” I said, unsure whether or not I was kidding.

  “Hon, your voice cracked.” Said three eyed Pacifica.

  I grinned impishly, about to say something, when a familiar (Y/N) variant grabbed my backpack and pulled me away.

  “Hey!” I mumbled, shaking him off.

  “Sorry. Just didn’t want you to deal with conceited (Y/N) and Pacifica. The only thing those two care about is each other and looking hot.”

  “...Well, at least they have a stable relationship,” I gagged, turning away from the sight of the two kissing. Extra feminine me and alien Northwest making out was not something I wanted to have seared into my memory, thank you very much.

  “Well- anyways. Do you know where I can find…’my’ Pacifica?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. 

  “Maybe? I mean…it’s hard to tell sometimes, but I found mine...after a few years…” He shrugged.

  “I-I….I don’t have a few years!” 

  “Can’t you just text her?” He frowned.

  “Can’t I just- No! Of course not! We’re universes away from Earth!” I sqeaked.

  “Dude, chill. We have Wi-Fi here, jeez.”

  I paused. “Wait, really?”

  “No,” He smirked.

  “You’re not very nice, you know that?” I sighed.

  “Why thank you, I do pride myself on my ability to….”

  But I had stopped paying attention to him.

  “(Y/N)!” Grinned a familiar face. There might have been a lot of Pacifica Northwests in this dimension, but there was only one that would be wearing a familiar aviator jacket that I bought at a thrift store for seven dollars.

  “My Pacifica!” I exclaimed, grabbing her hands. “Ahem, sorry. Just Pacifica.” I added, blushing and shoving my hands back into my pockets. 

  “Why’re you blushing?” She teased.

  “I’m just so…so pissed that you got me stuck in another dimension, is all.” I coughed. Shit, why was I blushing?!

  “(Y/N), I am…really sorry about this.” She said more solemnly. “Maybe you…were right. Northwests aren’t built for ghost-hunts. But do you really….do you really think Dipper was wrong about me?”

  I cringed, sitting down next to her on the bench. The time for jokes was apparently over.

  “No. I was the one wrong about you.” 

  Her eyes widened, and I crossed my arms around my body self-consciously. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up me-varient. I see you hiding over there.”

  She snorted as the guy from earlier tried to hide better. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Pacifica.

  “I didn’t think you were a bad person before, I just thought you were shallow, vain, and dumb. And while you are all of those things….”

  She shoved me off the bench.

  “...Ohhh-kay, you did not need to push that hard…anyways, you are shallow and vain, but you’re not dumb. You’re actually really smart- who else would have thought to check my jacket’s pockets for resources? I wouldn’t have found you so easily if it weren’t for that flare gun! And the fact that you’ve chosen to come learn these things- from someone you hate, no less- is actually…really cool.”

  She helped me off the ground, blushing a bit. I tried to ignore the warmth in my face, choosing instead to break eye contact and fidget with my hands.

  “So. Um…” I tried to break the silence. “Stop feeling bad for yourself! You know how hard it is for me to say nice things to people!”

  She laughed quietly. “Actually, I don’t. I don’t know a lot about you yet, (Y/N), remember?”

  “Well, here's hoping we change that soon.” I said with a confidence I wasn’t used to. “With the twins gone, I’d say Gravity Falls could use a new mystery duo…” I held out my hand nervously. “Whattaya say- partners?”

  She shook my outstretched hand. “Deal. But I get to keep your jacket.”

  I snorted. “You know that’s faux leather, right? It’s dirt cheap.”

  “So you won’t be missing it?”

  I chuckled. “I guess not. Now let's get home!”

*******

  “So…have you tried showing Paz more about the supernatural yet?” Dipper said hopefully, over phonecall.

  “Yeah, actually.” I said, leaning back on the shoe rack. 

  “...So…how’d it go?”

  “I think…I think it might actually have been a pretty good idea.” I smiled. “She’s dragged me to help pick out 'nice boots’- your old ones weren’t doing it for her, Dip.”

  “My old ones are awesome!” He protested.

  “Your old ones smelled like old people and sulfur, Pines.” Pacifica said over my shoulder. “But your taste in friends is kind of good- I might have to steal this one.”

  I snorted.

  But she was right…Dipper’s taste in friends actually wasn’t half bad.

*******

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #pacifica northwest #gf pacifica #gravity falls pacifica #pacifica northwest x reader #x reader #gravityfalls #pacifica x reader

[17boyzz]

a little love - boo seungkwan

non-idol!reader x idol!seungkwan

genre: tooth rotting fluff, some angst cause the members were being dicks to mr boo :(

•

you knew seungkwan was always exhausted after work, yet instead of going back to the dorms with the other boys, he chooses to take a seperate car to your apartment. instead of taking his well-deserved break, he chooses to visit you instead. so, making him a meal was always the least you could do for him.

he came on an irregular schedule, sometimes he would softly knock on your front door or sometimes he never showed up and just called you from his bed to ask how your day was. sometimes you were left with an extra meal you got to put in the refrigerator, sometimes you weren’t.

seungkwan usually calls out for you, something along the lines of “love, i’m home!” even though this isn’t his home. but to him, any place with you, his partner, is his home. he didn’t shout out this time, which is why you jumped when he sat next to you, climbing into your arms.

“oh my god seungkwan! you scared me!” you half-yelled, and he just mumbled out an apology, snuggling his face between your neck and shoulder.

“bad day?” you asked, and he just nodded.

“i just want to be close to you” he sighed, squeezing you tighter.

“it’s okay, love. i’ve got you” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“tell me babe, what’s got you upset?” you spoke softly into his hair, and he hummed as an acknowledgement of your words.

“everything just went wrong today… almost all the members got mad and yelled at me, i just couldn’t do anything right” his sniffles became more frequent, only causing you to hold him a little tighter.

“it’s okay, kwan. we all have those days. i’m not perfect, you’re not perfect. we can’t get it right all the time every single day. we’re all bound to have off days, and that’s okay. what matters is that you move forward the next day and take extra care to correct your mistakes. maybe tell the members you didn’t like them yelling at you when you were already frustrated, i’m sure they’ll understand. they have off days too. what’s important is that you don’t let your off days bring you down. it’s normal. yeah, it feels kinda bad, but what’s life if it’s all just perfection and happiness? you’re on the road for becoming better, and that road is a little bumpy. sure, you hit a pothole, but that’s never stopped you, right? you’re still here, it’s okay. don’t stress about it too much, love, okay?” you were beyond glad that his sniffles stopped during your little pep talk. your hand was still comfortingly stroking his hair, patting him on the head, back, anything that could comfort your poor boyfriend from his ass-filled day at work.

“thank you, y/n… i really needed that” he readjusted his head a little bit, pressing a wet and teary kiss to your neck, as you chuckled a little bit.

“of course, seungkwan. i’m always here for you. i’m always willing to give you a little love and support if it’s what you want” you turned to press a kiss to the top of his head, and you felt him get shy; a sign that bubbly seungkwan was coming back.

“you’re wrong you know… about you not being perfect” he wiped a tear away with one of his sleeves.

“oh? how come?” you were slightly amused by his statement.

“because… you are perfect. you just are. every imperfection that you think you might have is just one little puzzle piece to your perfect self”

“literally shut up before i kick you out” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“hey, i’m just saying!” he defended with a kiss to your cheek.

“whatever… there’s food for you in the kitchen if you want it” you finally decided to mention the food that’s been getting colder and colder during your boyfriend’s visit.

“i’ll eat it in a bit, i just want to stay with you for a little longer…” he snuggled into your shoulder a little deeper, and that’s how you knew you were both going to sleep on the couch that night.

#comet writes svt #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen boo seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan

[welcometowritersblock]

Late Night Conversations: What Timezone is Lifeline in, Anyways?

Game: Lifeline

Pairing: Lifeline x Taylor

Warnings: Discussions of blame and guilt, if you squint Lifeline might be having an anxiety attack, lifeline uses swear words but Taylor does not

A/N: Wow this is my first time posting anything in a LONG time and it’s my hyperfixation from like six years ago. New game came out, obsession has returned. Both Taylor and the Lifeline use they/them pronouns in this.

“Hey, are you still there?”

It was late at night and Taylor knew they shouldn’t be bothering their lifeline for no reason, but they couldn’t sleep and were feeling lonely. They had been tossing and turning all night.

Yet, somehow the response was instant, the little words popping up on their screen.

“I’m awake. What’s up? Everything okay?”

Taylor smiled a bit. Their lifeline was a bit of a worrywart who tried to help keep Taylor’s head on their shoulders without causing too much extra stress.

“Everything is fine! I just. Can’t sleep. So I wanted to see if you wanted to chat.”

“With you? Always. What’s up?”

All of the things that had happened recently flew past their mind but Lifeline had been there with them, so it’s not like there was anything new to tell them, and Taylor didn’t have the energy to get into their own emotions.

“We always talk about me. Why don’t we talk about you?”

“Because you’re the astronaut dealing with aliens and general danger and I’m just some person? I think the difference in interest and importance is obvious.”

“I’m sure you’re not just some person! You’re really important to me at the very least. And you’ve saved my life about a dozen different times. Maybe multiple dozen at this point. I don’t know, I stopped keeping count.”

“That’s sweet but really. I’m uninteresting.”

“Well, at least tell me how you’re doing!”

There was a pause in messages.

“In what capacity?”

“Uh… in general?”

What a peculiar question. Taylor sat up in their bed and stared at the words. A couple minutes passed. Did their communicator stop working?

“Hey? You there? Did I lose you?”

“I’m here, sorry. I’m okay.”

Now, Taylor might not have had the best intuition. That was somewhere their Lifeline guided them. But they could tell something was off.

“Talk to me. What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

That reply came almost too quickly.

“Tell me, please? I always tell you everything, I want to know what’s on your mind.”

“No.” A pause. “I don’t want to stress you out.”

“Saying that alone makes me worry.”

“See? I’m already doing it. Let’s not talk about me.”

“You can’t say that and then try to drop the subject. Something is wrong. What’s wrong?”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on yourself?”

“What. Is. Wrong.” Taylor usually wasn’t this forceful. It almost felt out of place in their own mouth as they said these things but now they really were getting worried. Another amount of time passed with no response.

“You there?” They asked after a few moments. Did they push too hard? Maybe they crossed a line, did they mess up-

“I’m scared.”

Taylor blinked. The words lit up their screen but it took a moment for them to process it.

“Scared? What are you scared of?”

“A lot of things.”

“How about right now specifically?”

Another pause came.

“This.”

“This? What do you mean?”

“I’m afraid of your entire situation. Not just because it’s scary. But because you’re in it. I am so happy to be the person you reached out to, to be helping you, but I’m just a person.”

“I’m not sure I follow?”

“If you get hurt or die it’s my fault and I’m not even physically there to help you or do anything but type into this stupid phone and try not to cry whenever you’re panicking.”

“Hey, wait, no, nobody said anything about anything being your fault-“

“Nobody has to!” The words were popping up with the same speed as when Taylor was distressed and needed help immediately, a similar urgency, but the emotion behind it was incomparable. “It’s true and you can’t deny it and you’re depending on me and I’m scared of failing and I’m scared of losing you!”

“I. Didn’t realize I was putting this much pressure on you.” A guilt crept into the back of their mind. Another moment passed.

“That’s why I didn’t want to fucking TELL YOU!”

“What, so you could suffer in silence?”

“So you didn’t have to worry about it or me or anything not immediately affecting you. You need to be focused on yourself and the people there, like Mari and her baby. The last thing you need is a crying lifeline admitting they’re afraid of killing you.”

“Okay, killing me is a bit strong.”

“Is it? If you die directly because of some of my advice, is that not me killing you?”

“No, it’s not! It’s not even close! You’ve saved my life so many times-“

“You could’ve died if I fucked up.”

“But you didn’t.”

“What if I do?”

Taylor took a moment themselves this time, milling over their own words. Was there really anything they could say? Their lifeline seemed sufficiently distressed. The idea that it could be their fault if Taylor got hurt or died was… insane. It had never even crossed Taylor’s mind. But it was weighing on their lifeline’s mind.

“You’re doing a much better job than I could’ve done myself. If SOMEHOW you did screw up (which you won’t) and I died somehow based off what you told me to do instead of my own stupid decisions (which isn’t gonna happen), then, I’d say, thank you for getting me this far in the first place. I wouldn’t have made it off that rock in the first place if not for you. That was supposed to be my grave, I know it. But you lead me through it. Even when I wanted to give up, you didn’t let me.”

“But…“

“Am I wrong? How many times was I ready to roll over and die?”

“I don’t want to think about how many.”

“Exactly! You’re the reason I made it off that moon and where I am now. If somehow, I were to die because of you, I wouldn’t be upset because I’d already be dead without you.”

There was a long moment before their lifeline replied again.

“I wish I could argue that logic.”

“Besides, I can’t die now, otherwise I’d miss out on my only chance to say ‘I told you so’ when I DON’T die because of your decisions.”

“Ha. Idiot.”

“Hey, I’m doing pretty well for an idiot.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

“Not to back track too far, but I recall there being another fear, fear of losing me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean… I feel like it’s pretty obvious. I’m afraid of losing you.”

“You’re afraid of me dying?”

“Yes.” A pause. “Or you getting stranded, or greened, or hurt in general, or going without food or rest… You know. Losing you.”

“Why? That doesn’t seem like something you need to be afraid of. Worried, maybe, but scared?”

“Taylor.”

“What?”

“….god, you are stupid.”

“What???”

“I care about you, Taylor. A lot. More than I probably should. I’m not here just to help, I’m here to help YOU, Taylor. Not that I wouldn’t help someone else but you…” A delay in replies. “…you’re special.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, you’re ridiculously smart, stupidly heroic, idiotically brave.”

“Aren’t these supposed to be compliments???”

“Shhh I’m not done yet.”

“Fine, fine.”

“You’re persistent. Yeah, you wanted to give up a few times and needed some encouragement but in the end you have never given up. You could’ve ignored me if you wanted. But you never do. You always keep going, no matter how panicked and scared you are and how horrifying and bleak things look.”

“That doesn’t sound like a great thing.”

“It is. It’s amazing. You’re amazing, Taylor. I’ve never met anyone else like you. We may not have met or even heard each other’s voices, but you’re special to me. Even more than just special.”

“More than special? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Another pause.

“I can’t spell everything out for you, Taylor. Puzzle that one out for yourself.”

“What? C’mon. Explain it, please?”

“You should try to sleep. And so should I. My communicator is on in case you try to contact me, if you need me. I’m always here.”

“You’re really just going to leave me hanging on this one?”

“Yeah. Now go to sleep.”

Taylor sighed and switched off their communicator, rolling over in bed again. Thoughts of their lifeline filled their head, taking all the little pieces they knew about Lifeline and patching them together, trying to guess a face, a voice, a person to them. Eventually they gave up on this as they fell asleep, but sleep of dreams starring lifeline were good ones.

It didn’t take too long for Taylor to connect the dots. Another night when they were having trouble sleeping. They were considering messaging Lifeline again, but didn’t want to wake them. Taylor’s mind went back to their last late night conversation. And then it clicked. And then Taylor turned on their communicator.

“More than just special,” they muttered into the mic. “More than special.”

“Good morning to you, too, Taylor.” Their sass was evident in their words - Taylor HAD just woken them up in the middle of the night.

“You said more than special, right?”

“I did in fact say that, yes. Why?“

“Are you-“ Taylor swallowed nervously. “Did you mean you’re in love with me?”

There was a momentary pause.

“Yeah.”

Taylor stared at the word on their screen with a gaping mouth.

“Taylor?” They said after Taylor didn’t reply. “Did I fuck up?”

“uhhwooooh.”

Now it was Lifeline’s turn to stare at the screen.

“What was that?”

“Speech to text trying to translate the dumb noises I’m making.”

Not that lifeline could see it, but Taylor’s face was burning red, all the way up to the tips of their ears. Love? Love??? Their lifeline loved them?

“Uh, if this is too weird or awkward, we can forget I said anything.”

“NO!” Followed immediately by an “OW!”

“Taylor?? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! I just. Sat up too quickly and hit my head. That’s not the point! I don’t want to pretend like you didn’t just say that.”

“Are you sure, because I wouldn’t be upset if you did.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Alright. What about what I said, then?”

“Look. I don’t know a lot about love. Just whatever I learned from romcoms like-“

“If you make a shitty obscure pop culture reference that goes over my head right now…”

“Okay, SKIPPING that, the point still stands, I don’t know anything about love.”

“Is there a ‘but’ here or am I getting rejected hardcore?”

“BUT!” Taylor announced loudly into his gauntlet. “I do get excited whenever I see a message from you. And get all blushy when you compliment me or blindside me with your care and support. And I always find myself trying to imagine what you look like or sound like when I’m trying to calm down. And hearing you say you’re in love with me has my heart beating a mile a minute. That’s. I THINK that’s the same thing. Maybe?”

“I mean, it hits most of the boxes my feelings about you check off, but that’s your call, I guess? This is one decision I can’t make for you, Taylor.”

“I know. But this decision I don’t need your help with. Just give me a moment.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Taylor had stood up and was pacing for quite a while now, butterflies dancing in their stomach and their heart beating like a drum. They took a moment to catch their breath before speaking again.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

“<3”

“I appreciate that but I’m not sure I can send heart emojis back. Less than three. Did it work?”

“It did not.”

“Damn.”

“Ha, dummy.”

“You’re in love with this dummy, so who is dumb now?”

“Is that going to be your new comeback for whenever I playfully insult you?”

“Yes, probably. Why? Am I wrong?”

“You’ve come up with an argument I can’t beat by admitting you’re stupid. Bravo.”

“Thank you. But. What do we do about this, anyways?”

“I’m not sure we do anything different, except I wait a bit more eagerly for you to come back to earth and cross my fingers that it’s my earth.”

“I guess I get to do the same thing, then? And I have ANOTHER thing calling me home, now.”

“Well. You better get here as soon as possible.”

“Trust me, I’m working on it!”

“<3”

“Yeah, yeah, less than three to you, too.”

Despite the sass in their tone, there was a giddiness that Taylor had as they flopped into bed and wished their lifeline goodnight. Taylor found it difficult to sleep that night, but this time, for good reason. Hope instead of fear kept them awake. They could deal with a bit of tiredness for that.

#cey writes #lifeline game #lifeline #cadet taylor #lifeline Taylor #what are the tags for this anyways #where is this in Taylor’s timeline? who fucking knows. it’s sure there. #same with the assumption they’ve got the same Earth or universe or dimension #LOOK ITS CUTE OK #don’t throw semantics into it

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

into the gloom you left behind

Title taken from the poem It Bruises, Too by Kwame Dawes.

Prompt: Left Behind

TMNT IDW.

(tw kidnapping, family separation, very tangent references to noncon, grief, guilt, implied mind control, mental health issues, catatonia)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

Dear Leo,  

I honestly don’t know if this letter will find you. I’m going to print copies off of Don’s computer and leave them all over the city, stick them in places we used to go together—some of our good scavenging spots, that library you like, that one cool spot by the river, the access tunnel into Broadway, some of your favorite spots in Central Park or the High Line. Like messages in a bottle, cause if you leave enough one's gotta find its destination.  

I’ll even try to leave a few near the Foot stronghold if I can. That place stinks, btw—how can you stand it, dude?  

Hold on, I should probably let you know who's writing to you just in case the amnesia theory's right. In fact, maybe I should give you a rundown on who you are while I'm at it.  

Your name's Leo--full name Hamato Leonardo. You're a kickass leader, an amazing ninja, and you love to read even though you don't give yourself a lot of time for it. You've got a dad who's also a teacher and a rat, a mom who loves you a ton even if she's not around you anymore, and three awesome younger brothers: Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. I've drawn a picture of us on the bottom, so you can get a better sense of who we are. Sorry if it's a little rough.  

We've got some cool friends, too, but I don't want to name them in case this ends up in the wrong hands. The rest of us are already way too deep in...I guess you could call it a war? And we might be on different sides. Don't worry, though! It's not your fault and you're gonna remember where you belong pretty soon.  

I'm Mikey, your youngest and coolest brother, and I'm writing to you because...because, well, I know you don't like it when we curse, but we fucked up, Leo. See, we were running from this guy named Shredder, a really bad dude who killed us in our past lives (Donnie wants me to add "might have" so fine, whatever, he might have killed us in our maybe past lives).  

Anyway, he wants us dead now, and he hurt our friend Casey real bad, so we were running away from him trying to get Casey to the hospital. Only you got hit by a tranquilizer or something and you fell, and we didn't see you. None of us even noticed we were gone until we were at the hospital, and by the time we went back to look for you it was too late.  

You were...changed. You didn't recognize us anymore. You were all weird and violent and we were so scared, but under it all I could tell you were hurting. Shredder hurt you so deep you couldn't even figure out who or where you were, not really.  

I know it's not you, though. It's not. I don't know exactly what happened to you, but I'm trying to keep believing that you didn't mean to hurt us. The Leo I know would never attack his own brothers like that.  

Although I guess it wouldn't be entirely out of left field. We did leave you behind, after all. I guess that's why this sort of feels like an apology letter as much as anything.  

I'm sorry, Leo. So very, very sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you and I sorry we messed up and I swear on my life that when you come home, we'll never leave you behind again.  

I say when and not if because you will come home. We've been working around the clock to get you back, trying to figure out how to get you away from Shredhead. There's an answer to what's been done to you, a cure.  

I don't know if the Tin Can used electricity on you like the Winter Soldier, or magic like Splinter thinks, or demons like in all those movies you don't let me watch, but we can figure it out. We're smart that way.  

Although I gotta admit, it is hard to get our shit together the way things are right now. I don't think I ever realized how much work you put into leading and coordinating us, keeping us all on task. We're all guilty and stressed out and we keep getting into fights when we're together, fights I know you would have shut down right away.  

But even when we fight, we agree about how much you love you. Because you are loved, Leo, so very much. You're one of the most loved turtles in New York, maybe in the whole world. I don't know if it feels like it right now, but you've got a whole family who loves you to bits and who's not going to stop before you're home.  

Raph misses you a ton, you know. You guys fought before everything happened, but it doesn't matter anymore, not that it ever really did. He'd do anything to get you back. And Don's working himself to the bone trying to figure out how to help you, to give you the protection you need. Master Splinter spends every day meditating, trying to figure out how everything fits together, how to help you the most.  

And me? I do what I can. I'm trying to keep your room clean, you know, without messing up your stuff too much. When I'm not doing that or out looking for you I've been trying out some new Japanese dishes, stuff I think you'd like for your welcome home feast. Cool, yeah?  

If that's not enough incentive, you'll be able to pick the show for every movie night for a month after you come back. We've decided. Raph's gonna bitch and moan about it later, but whatever, he'll live. I don't even care if your stuff is burning, because seeing how happy it makes you is enough.  

As I'm writing this I'm thinking about what you might be doing right now. I want to think you just train all day like you used to and bitch at Karai or whatever, that all Shredder makes you do is kick some Savate around, but I don't know.  

He could be making you do bad things, or doing bad things to you, things we can't see. Sometimes I hear Donnie and Raph talking about it, but they always clam up when they walk by. I think they know something I don't but I'm too scared to ask.  

And you know what? I don't care. Whatever he makes you do, whatever happens while you're with the Foot, you're still our brother. There's nothing you can do to make us stop loving you and doing everything we can to help you heal. We'll look after you, Leo, I promise, same way you look after us.  

You're going to come home, and then we're all going to kick Shredder to the moon and go out for the best pizza we can find. You know, Chicago-level pizza. That's a promise, big brother, and I always keep my promises to you, same way you keep your promises to me.  

I have to go now, dude. I've got a meeting with someone who's going to help me figure out how to get you away from Shredhead and bring you home. I'll tell you more when you get back, okay? You'll want to hear all about it, and you know how much I like to tell stories.  

Love love love love,  

Mikey  

P.S. I promise not to watch any more episodes of She-Ra until you get back. Yes, you do too watch it with me, even if you're supposed to be way too macho. I've noticed that you're in the room every time I turn it on, you know.  

Oroku Saki doesn't crumple the letter or throw it at the wall, although the paper crinkles ever so slightly as he lowers his hand. He lifts his head, gaze unreadable through the helmet as his eyes bore into the black-clad man kneeling before him.

"Where did he find this?"

The man shifts a little, eyes darting anxiously. "Lion...no, Princess and Crow, my lord."

Saki nods. "I see. Outside a pizza shop?"

"Yes. DG's Corner, I think it was called. Should we stake it out?"

"Perhaps. I will have to think on it." The Shredder turns the letter over in his handle, examining the picture carefully drawn in colored pencil. A rat and a woman hold hands over four small turtles in red, purple, orange, and blue. Each figure is carefully labeled, including the one in blue, who is designated You (Leo).

"Did you see when or why he picked it up?"

"No, my lord. I apologize," the man replies, eyes downcast. "He was leading the group when we realized he'd stopped, and we found him holding the letter in his hands."

Saki nods slowly. "What happened?"

The man shrugs. "He just looked kind of confused, my lord. A little blank. We could see him staring at the paper, but it didn't really look like he was reading; his eyes weren't moving. He looked so out of it we thought he'd been hit with--"

"And then what?"

"Well, he looked up at us--through us, almost. It was...odd." The man squirms slightly, keeping his eyes carefully fixed on the ground. "I asked him what it was, and he said he didn't know. I mean, I could tell it was English, so I wasn't sure how he couldn't figure out something, but he just told us he had to go back home. By the time we got back to the base, he was, well..."

He gestures to the turtle sitting next to him. Oroku Leonardo sits with his back straight, chewing his lip gently as he stares off into the middle distance. He clearly has not processed what his companion, his erstwhile second on his last mission, has said, or any other part of the conversation. He has clearly not been processing anything for a while.

Saki sinks to his knees before the little turtle, lifting Leonardo's chin. "Her spell's fighting back, good," he says, almost to himself. "I hope she manages to shore the cracks up properly."

"Sir?" the other Foot soldier asks.

"Take the chunin to Mistress Kitsune," Saki orders, not looking up. "She will undoubtedly be able to help him. When she's done there, bring him back to my chambers."

"Yes, sir," the Foot soldier says, rising to his feet. He's got the look of a man carefully not knowing the full meaning of back to my chambers.  

"Oh, and Lieutenant?" Saki calls, giving Leonardo a little nudge. The boy stands up obediently, if a little hesitantly, and Saki rises to join him.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have Kitsune take a look at you and the other soldiers on that mission as well. It wouldn't do to get any unseemly rumors started."

The man's eyes widen slightly behind the mask, but his respect and fear for Saki are stronger than his terror of Kitsune. "Yes, sir." He bows out of the room and heads off down the hall, Leonardo trotting at his heels.

Saki looks back at the troublesome letter. Tracking down and disposing of them all will be tricky, but luckily his soldiers are very good at destroying things without question. Leonardo will never have his doubt or mind shaken by such a pitiful silly little piece of paper again.

He turns to the nearby fire and tosses the paper in among the flames. It's gone all too soon, chewed up and devoured, with nothing but a bit more smoke to mark the way.

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The street names Lion, Princess and Crow, and DG's pizza shop are shoutouts to my amazing fellow writers and freaks-in-arms @leonsi, @princessgemma12, @crow-dog-blogs, and @dg-darkfantasy.

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[impy10]

rant about fnaf dream theory

Dream theory is bad.

Not in terms of today, because of course its wrong today. I mean back in 2015 when the fnaf world thing came out and everyone lost there fucking minds (not in a good way).

And yeah, I get it. Just hearing about dream theory makes me angry. But this was considered ACTUAL canon by the maker of fnaf himself for some reason despite the fact it made (and makes) no sense.

First point; the flatline.

As you probably know, when you beat night 6 in fnaf 4 you get this sad cutscene of the crying child dying. His brother apologises to him and Fredbear tells him he’ll put him back together yeah yeah yeah, but then, guess what?

The child dies. Surprise. A flatline is heard.

What am I getting at with this, you ask (maybe). Well, phone guy talks about the ‘bite of ‘87’. If we are going off dream theory, this is a reference to his incident (which was retconned BY SCOTT in the game files but whatever). But that doesn’t make sense if he died, because then he wouldn’t be alive to dream about this. SPEAKING OF WHIC-

Point 2; phone guy

Why is he here? How does the child know about him? How does he know exactly what his voice sounds like? And don’t say “The toy phone in his dreams!” because there is no phone in his room in the minigames, which I thought were supposed to be the waking world (CHICA-). It would make more sense for it to be mike in the actual gameplay of fnaf 4 but thats not what we are talking about shhhh

Point 3; frontal lobe

There are many problems with this. On one hand, the hand that thinks that CC died after his little incident, this is really dumb cause how does this 8-10 year old child know about frontal lobes without the internet. And on the other hand, the CC is fine actually after having his skull crushed actually (scott I presume), then I get the whole knowing about it (because the doctors probably talked about it) but what about the line of “You’re broken” and “I will put you back together” sorry fredbear the doctors already did that. And also, if by the time scott decided “yes these minigames take place in 1983” then why did the phone guy say “Its amazing the human body can live without the frontal lobe” in relation to ‘87??? like???? It probably wouldn’t be as amazing if it has already happened before

Forth Point; don’t you fuccking dare say “its a dream!”

I highly doubt that this theory has any defenders nowadays, but if their are any I will strawman the fuck out of them. If it is just a dream, and all of my previous points don’t matter, then why is it that the main reason behind this theory was the chica doll loosing her beak (WE WILL GET BACK TO HER LATER)? Why put so much stake into that when there is quite a bit of evidence supporting otherwise, trying to find ways that it fits? In that case too, why isn’t there a foxy variant with no head? Why does the bonnie plush in CC’s room have a face? Is it because its fnaf 1 bonnie? That just brings me back to the foxy thing. If CC is so scared of fredbear, why doesn’t he appear in more of his nightmares other than just fnaf 4? Why is his hat and bowtie swapped from purple to black? To all 3 of dream theorys defenders, I would like to hear from you in 3-5 business days, no more.

5th point; MCI

There is no reason to dream about murdered kids or possessed animatronics. I have scary dreams, but thats because of the internet and this story (and theory) takes place in 1983. Lets go through a couple of ways dream theory tries to justify itself.

The MCI takes place in 1982/1983!

The way this works is either one, It was reported on or two, the crying child somehow knows about it and is the only one who does. The first one doesn’t make sense because if it was a similar situation with the whole stinking up the place stuff, they were found out pretty soon after being stuffed (because… yeah.), so I don’t know why it would be different if not WORSE for the killer in the real world. The second point is also bad, because it is shown that he has no friends. You could say that its because they are dead, but if thats true why is everyone so mean to him? Why aren’t they talking about his friends and/or NOT making fun of him because he’s crying for a reasonable reason? I would be crying too if all my friends died (if I had any offline ones). 

The MCI come from the plushies (+him)

I could see this with foxy’s head being ripped off, but it doesn’t appear that the rest of them are damaged beyond general plushie use. And if this is true, then why isn’t the killer depicted as the brother (foxy)? Because he is the most likely to do this to CC. Why is the killer in his dream related to bonnie and not freddy if thats the angle we’re going, because even if he is also scared of spring bonnie, we only see him being scared by fredbear. Why does he associate spring bonnie with child murder? I get associating him with springlocks because thats probably why he’s so scared of fredbears in the first place, but then why are the MCI children? Why are they hostile to employees? just-

The MCI are the bullies

This is so fucking dumb. WHY would he depict his tormentors as victims? If this is a ‘getting back at the bullies in your mind’ why is he imagining them crying and grey? Don’t fucking come at me with the chara ‘evil child’ shit, it doesn’t work there and it doesn’t work here.

666; TOY CHICA

This mf will haunt my dreams for the rest of my days because of this theory. This theory has made toy chica 10 times scarier because its so dumb it terrifies me that people ended up (albeit reluctantly) agreeing that it was canon. Toy chica losing her beak and the other toy toys are dumb. You know what it probably was? An easter egg.

But in the lore, heres how I see it. The toys were originally made by another company and sold as bootlegs. They were poorly made and bad but were popular enough for freddys to buy the animatronics out. There. Another reason they are there you all can latch onto that doesn’t cheapen the entire story and makes sense. Her and her fucking beak are not a reason to look back on the entire story fnaf had told so far and say “seems fishy”. Green spring bonnie is not a reason to springtrap. Why would he be scared of the doll and associate it with the (most likely) reason why he’s sad all the time? Actually I know why because of her fucking remark. BUT ACTUALLY if that does have a sway over how he preserves these things, why does he dream about them only attacking employees and not children at all? Pigtails girl said, to a 8-10 year old, that the animatronics come out at night to kill you, so why are they only lashing out at adults in fnaf 2? Is it only at night? if , in the ‘CC lives actually’ thing, why would he see fredbear biting him result in him coming to the conclusion that they only attack employees? The way this COULD work is by the him witnessing a springlock failure, but that doesn’t mean he magically knows about an event similar to his death, phone guy, the MCI or other really important plot points

I’m getting really tired of ranting so I will update this with more dream theory bashing in a reblog or something idk

#long post #fnaf #fnaf 4 #dream theory #rant #i hate dream theory so much #crying child #toy chica

[aeoki]

School Festival ☆ Tamayori’s Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter 8

Location: Hallway (In Front of Haunted House) Characters: Mika & Shuu

< A few hours later. >

Mika: Oshi-san, look, look! The line is huge~♪

Shuu: So what of it? You find joy in seeing a line? You truly are odd.

Mika: Ahaha… It’s not that. I was just happy to see the flyers were successful.

Shuu: Right, you and the two in “2wink” went off to hand out flyers, didn’t you? And that’s how you got Rei to help.

Mika: Yeah. The “Butler Cafe” is a huge success. There were around the same amount of people– no, maybe even more, linin’ up for it.

Ehehe, no wonder he’s your friend, Oshi-san ♪

Shuu: And what of it? …Good grief, don’t make me repeat myself.

You’re innocently pleased with everything but did you forget our reason for taking part in the “School Festival”? We’re doing this to win that reward for the best booth or performance.

The Boy said second and third place will also be rewarded.

But to think my creation will stand second or third best won’t make me happy at all. If anything, it would feel like an insult and I’d be extremely offended.

Mika: Yeah, I haven’t forgotten. But, you know~ Don’t you get happy seein’ your friend’s booth doin’ well?

It looks like Naru-chan’s booth is doin’ well too. Naru-chan told me about her booth and I felt happy since it sounded like I was there too ♪

Oshi-san, yer okay not payin’ a visit to the “Butler Cafe”? You went to see the Drama Club’s performance 'cause yer friend was performin’, right?

Shuu: Wataru invited me to watch so I had no choice but to go. Ahh, I suppose that isn’t quite right. I went to see how the outfit turned out and I watched the play while I was at it.

Mika: Geez, you sure are fussed about the trivial things… There’s nothin’ wrong with watchin’ a performance yer friend is in. I guess rather than being fussed about the details, you can be kinda difficult at times, huh.

But I also like that part about you, Oshi-san…♪

Shuu: Don’t create such a creepy atmosphere.

In any case, that’s the reason why I went to watch the performance. Ahh, just recalling it is embarrassing. If there is a hole, I would like to enter it.

Mika: Ngh, really? I thought it was really pretty ♪

The main actor who played Cinderella was a boy but they looked just like a girl… That means the outfit you made was really well made, right, Oshi-san?

Shuu: Hmph. You can fool a lot of people with makeup.

Mika: You might be right, but… If yer sayin’ yer embarrassed, I think the actor playin’ Cinderella must have been even more embarrassed.

Ahh, is that why their movements were kinda stiff? Your friend, “Ryuu-kun” was also movin’ really stiffly.

Shuu: That was simply lousy acting. Well, Wataru prefaced it by saying it was “truly a comedy”, so I suppose it was rather brilliant and successful as one.

But I don’t watch comedy so I don’t actually know if it was truly outstanding or not.

It seems the performance went smoothly so I’m sure Wataru was satisfied with just that.

Wataru won’t cut corners when it comes to theatre.

The actor who played Cinderella stood on stage until the very end and wasn’t forced to exit the stage in the middle, so I’m sure he is someone up to Wataru’s standards.

Mika: Ahaha, that sounds like one of yer friends, Oshi-san…♪

Oh… if we keep talkin’ outside the haunted house, people will think we’re in line.

Oshi-san, let’s go somewhere quiet.

Oh, but break time is almost up, huh. It’s a shame but we’ve gotta head back.

Shuu: It’s too early. Besides, we’ll be the ones to scare those visitors.

I don’t like noise. We can return to our work once there are fewer visitors.

Mika: Then, where do you wanna go? Hmm~ The “Butler Cafe”?

Shuu: Why that? It seems it’s made quite a name for itself as the sweets are exquisite and the tea is perfect, however.

The one who provided them with the tea leaves is none other than that damned Tenshouin! Ahh, I feel disgusted just mentioning his name!

If I could kill someone by cursing them to death, I’d say his name over and over again! Tenshouin, Tenshouin, damned Tenshouin!

Mika: O-Oshi-san, don’t make such a fuss so loudly~ Everyone’s wonderin’ what’s goin’ on and lookin’ our way! Nghh, I feel embarrassed just feelin’ their stares on me…!

Shuu: Embarrassed? Don’t say something ridiculous. You’re a failure as an idol if you don’t like attention.

Mika: No, it’s not that! A-Anyway, let’s get outta here!

Shuu: I don’t mind moving elsewhere, but where?

Mika: Huh? I’ll go wherever you wanna go, Oshi-san ♪

Shuu: You’re a doll with no independent will… I’ll rephrase that: Where do you want to go?

Mika: Ngh? Like I said, I wanna go where you wanna go, Oshi-san?

Shuu: I watched Wataru’s play already so there’s nowhere else I wish to go.

Mika: What? Nn~ That’s troublin’. If that’s the case, then I’ll decide where we go but is that okay?

Shuu: Will you not understand unless I say, “Do whatever you want. I’ll go with you to the places you want to visit.”? What a failure of a doll.

Mika: Sorry, Oshi-san. I don’t have much of a brain, so I won’t understand unless you tell it to me straight.

Ehehe… Then, let’s go outside. There'll probably be some stalls there. It’ll be a lotta fun~♪

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[akaraboonline]

If Your Guy Meets These 8 Requirements, He's 'The One'

  So you're dating someone, and it's going surprisingly well. You don't really fight, you're confident about where this is going and not in a constant state of panic, and there aren't any red flags you find yourself making up excuses for. This is all new to you, which makes you kind of scared. Could this be your person? Is this that happiness thing everyone has been talking about? I don't usually date the one, but I've dated a lot of the wrong ones. While red flags can be obvious (after all, they're red), hints that you're dating the right person can be, well, harder to see, like translucent flags. It's that moment in every Katherine Heigl movie when she realizes Mr. Right was right there all along.

If your guy meets these 8 requirements, he's officially 'The one:'

1. They'll finish your plate. And maybe even your sentences! Playing to Ted Mosby's Olive Theory (which was disproved in the series, but it's still cute), this is someone who eats something like the crust you don't want or the last bites of your baked eggs at brunch. This person is truly a keeper. 2. They're the perfect life DJ. You have compatible music taste. This doesn't mean you love and hate all the same things. Rather, this person won't make you listen to EDM when you’ve made it clear you hate it. Since the days of mixed CDs are in the past, your person can find the perfect track for every occasion and/or accept your music selection. 3. They find your crazy mom endearing. If the Internet has taught us anything, it's that cats are cute and moms are crazy. But she's still your mom (happy Mother's Day!). Your person should find your mom's texts cute and maybe even respond to them for you on your behalf, 'cause someday you will turn into your mother. Just kidding. Actually, not really, That's probably true. 4. You rarely have bathroom conflicts. You're never late for work because your partner is hogging the hot water. You never feel like they take forever. Call yourselves Justin Timberlake and J.C. Chasez, 'cause your bathroom timing is *NSYNC! 5. You sleep soundly together. If you're having slumber parties, you rarely wake up with one body part asleep or heavy eyes because someone was snoring loudly. 6. Neither of you would ever dare watch ahead. This is the true sign of selflessness and respect. If your person is watching ahead, this is not your person. 7. You're never bored of them. Dates feel less like of a burden or responsibility and more like the best time ever with someone who may just be becoming your best friend. 8. You speak the same language. There's no reading between the lines. There's no sending your friends a screenshot of a text message from this person, trying to analyze what "sure" means. You just get each other. What were some subtle hints you discovered when you found out you were dating your person? Read the full article