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akaridream · 9 months

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all the right buttons: part 2 GOKU (college AU goku x reader)

alright goku fuckers, come get y'all juice

and don't worry geta lovers, you'll get yours soon too

You stared at the coin in your hand, anxiously rubbing your thumb over it. The only way to discover your true feelings was to flip it. Heads for Goku, tails for Vegeta.

The coin sailed through the air. You captured it between your palms and flipped it onto the back of one hand. Eyes opening, you lifted your hand. Heads.

YOU: ummm i guess i felt like i had a slightly better connection with goku?

You climbed into bed and laid in the darkness, wiggling your toes impatiently between your bed sheets. Your stomach floated nervously within you, waiting for her response. What if your guess was wrong? Would you be disappointed if it was Vegeta? No, certainly not disappointed. But there would be at least a tinge of FOMO in your heart at the thought of missing out on Goku. He seemed so sweet and easy to get along with. But perhaps he was just a nice guy with everyone and you were nothing special to him. Whatever the case, you jolted when your phone finally buzzed with Bulma’s reply.

BULMA: as soon as you left, goku said you were cool and that you should come over again soon :) and he said you were really pretty An automatic smile spread across your face and you kicked your feet up with a delighted squeal.

YOU: omg i’ll come over right now if he wants haha

BULMA: easy tiger :) i gave him your number and told him to hit you up, so hopefully you’ll be hearing from him v soon

YOU: did you tell him anything I said about him? Did you put in a good word for me?

BULMA: I told him you’re super sweet and lots of fun to be around, but he was already kinda smitten and didnt need much encouragement. it was actually really cute

Your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. Then your phone buzzed again.

Unknown Number: hey, it’s goku! i got your number from bulma, i hope thats alright

You stomped your feet on the bed, pleasantly surprised that he was texting you already. This guy doesn’t play games!

YOU: omg hey! ofc thats okay! I know I can trust bulma not to give my number to creeps. I had a great time playing with you today!

GOKU: yeah me too! I’ll have to dig out some other games we can play together sometime

YOU: I’m absolutely down for another game sesh! Wish I still had all my old games, I’d bring some

GOKU: just bring yourself and I’m sure we can find something to play! theres actually an old tenkaichi tournament movie, we could try and find it somewhere and watch it

YOU: ive heard its actually a horrible movie! but that isn’t gonna stop me, i love making fun of bad movies

GOKU: haha cool! Vegeta and I always go to the gym friday afternoons, but I’m free after 5 or so. We could order some food and just hang out here

Wow, he really doesn’t beat around the bush! Straight to asking me to hang out already?

YOU: that sounds great! And will your roommates be joining us?

GOKU: they’ll probably be around. But i was kind of hoping it might just be you and me

YOU: i think i’d like that :) so it’s a date then?

GOKU: yeah, if that’s okay with you

YOU: definitely okay with me! I can bring some drinks if you want

GOKU: yeah sure! You like chinese takeout? Theres an awesome place just off campus I order from all the time, they give you sooo much food

YOU: yeah, that sounds great to me. I’m sure you need big portions, you’re a growing boy after all!

For the rest of the week, you texted Goku without the conversation coming to a natural end. As midday turned into Friday afternoon, an anxious, fluttery feeling flooded your stomach. What should you wear? What should you do with your hair? What about makeup? In the end, you opted for a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, a cute camisole with lace trim and an oversized cozy cardigan that kept falling off your shoulder. The peek of skin would be enticing, if he was interested in hooking up of course. And you certainly weren’t against that idea. Since the day you met him, you had been thinking about climbing all over him, especially right into his lap…

You put your hair up into a clip and dotted your cheeks and lips with a soft glow. After a touch of mascara, you admired yourself in your full length mirror. Scrubbed, shaved and smelling lightly of perfume, you felt confident in your natural beauty. Your heart danced in your chest when your phone buzzed with a text from Goku, saying to come over whenever you were ready. You grabbed the case of chilled vodka soda from your dorm fridge and headed across campus.

By the time you arrived at Bulma and Goku’s front door, your cheeks were aching from smiling so much. Your heart still twirling like a ballerina, you knocked and awaited your date’s appearance.

The door swung open, revealing Goku in a tight black tee and another pair of short shorts in bright orange. He grinned and adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Hey! Good to see ya!” he said, giving you a brief but warm hug as you stepped over the threshold. Your arms snaked around his thin waist, pleasantly aware of having his hard body flush against yours.

“Good to see you again too, Goku! How was your workout?” you asked as he led you into the kitchen.

“Great! Vegeta hit a PR on bench today, so that was cool!”

You tilted your head as he took the case of vodka soda from you and put it in the fridge. “What’s a PR?”

He blinked. “Oh! Personal record. Sorry, I forgot you aren’t a gym rat like me,” he said, shyly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, Bulma left this for us by the way.” Goku tapped a knuckle on a bottle of white wine with a fancy label.

“Oh my gosh, that looks expensive!” you said as you examined it. “But what a sweetheart she is! I’ll have to tell her thank you!”

Goku led you to the living room where the game console and old TV had been shoved to the corner and Bulma’s fancy flat screen once again dominated the space. A new coffee table sat in front of the couch as well.

“She’s been busting my balls all week about you,” he said with a shy chuckle as he plopped onto the couch.

“Oh yeah?” you asked in a teasing voice. “What about me?” A warm blush started to overtake Goku’s cheeks. He smiled and shrugged. “Just that she’s happy to see me take interest in someone, I guess. Apparently she thinks its about time!”

You sat on the couch and propped your arm over the back, turned to face Goku. “Has it been a while since you dated someone then?”

He nodded. “Yeah, since high school. I had a long term thing with this one girl but it didn’t end so great. She was a bit of a hot-head. But since her… I haven’t even been on a date. Just been trying to sort my own stuff out, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m not the most experienced with relationships either. Shit’s complicated,” you laughed.

Goku smiled. “Yeah, you’re telling me!” His phone buzzed. “Alright, dinner’s here! Be right back!” His eyes grew wide with excitement and he raced out the door before you could even reply. He came back just as quick and unloaded a surprising amount of food onto the coffee table.

“Are you sure you ordered enough?” you asked sarcastically.

Goku furrowed his brows and looked over the selection of takeout containers. “Well, I thought five entrees might be enough, but I’ll be happy to order more if you want!”

You laughed and opened a pair of chopsticks. “I was kidding! This looks like enough to feed my entire family back home!”

His frown quickly inverted and he grinned. “Oh, okay, good! Should we break out what you brought to drink or try Bulma’s fancy wine?”

“Let’s have the wine with the movie, I think,” you suggested, padding over to the fridge and grabbed a drink for each of you.

Per usual with Goku, conversation was steady and comfy. You chatted and laughed as you sat on the floor across the coffee table from each other, both of your cell phones sitting untouched. “Is this table new?” you asked.

Goku nodded as he scarfed down some lo mein. “Yeah, Bulma bought a new one because Vegeta and I kind of broke the last one.” You sputtered a laugh. “How on earth did you manage to break a coffee table?”

“Well, we were just kind of goofing around and Vegeta slipped and… Fell right through it! It was all glass, he complained about it being invisible all the time anyway. Bulma is convinced he did it on purpose because he hated it!”

You covered your mouth full of food and laughed heartily. “That is hilarious! But what the hell do you mean you were just goofing around?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, just… Goofin’ off like guys do?”

“Sounds just like my brothers,” you said, shaking your head.

You finished your meal, with Goku eating the lion’s share of the food. You didn’t mind, he clearly required more calories than you did. As he was clearing away all the takeout containers, you watched him in the kitchen from behind. His wide shoulders and slutty waist made your head feel light. Or was it the vodka soda?

“You ready to bust out this bottle of wine?” he called over his shoulder.

Your eyes grazed over his silhouette, admiring his stellar ass in those tiny shorts. “Sure, let’s do it!”

Goku rummaged around in the kitchen drawers. “Crap, I have no idea where to find a corkscrew.”

You rose from your place on the living room floor to help him look. “Well I sure hope you at least know how to use one, because I sure don’t! I only ever buy the cheap wine with the screw top.”

Goku bumped into you, then placed a hand on your hip to navigate around you in the kitchen. You blushed at the contact.

“Bulma’s not here, is she?” you asked. “We could ask her if she knows where it is.”

“No, she said she was heading back to West City to see her parents this weekend. And Vegeta said he’d be out late tonight.”

Way at the back of a stuck drawer, you felt a spiral shape. You turned and twisted it until the drawer could move again, finally able to extract the object. You held it up with a bright smile.

“Ta-da!” you said.

“Hey, nice!” Goku said, giving you a high-five. He took the corkscrew and carefully opened the fancy bottle to pour you both a glass.

You returned to the living room with two stemless crystal glasses as Goku made a quick trip to his bedroom.

“The library had the Tenkaichi movie on DVD!” he called down the hall as he returned. You sat on the edge in the middle of the couch, watching him lean over to load the DVD into the player. Those damn shorts are giving me heart palpitations, you thought. His body is godly.

Cheeks growing warmer by the second, you slid your cardigan off one shoulder for some much-needed cool air. You caught Goku’s eyes taking you in as he turned around, peeking at him over the rim of your wine glass.

“How’s it taste?” Goku asked, his voice quiet and soft.

You raised the crystal and gave it a swirl before taking a sip. You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose as you swallowed the aromatic liquid, a trail of pleasant warmth growing in your chest.

“Expensive,” you said. You both laughed.

Goku grabbed the remote and sat on your right, his left arm automatically fanning over the back of the couch cushion. Once he started the movie, he exchanged the remote for his glass of wine, taking a sizable swig.

“Hm, it’s sweeter than I expected. The last time I tried wine, I felt like it sucked all the moisture out of my mouth,” Goku said.

You took another sip. “Yeah, this one is nice and mild. I could drink the whole bottle of this,” you said, your head starting to feel pleasantly heavy.

Eager to move closer to your date, you sat back into the couch and tucked your feet up, leaning onto your hip. There was still space between the two of you, but it was Goku’s turn to come to you next.

The movie began with a vibrant action scene, filling the dark room with bright flashes of light. After draining half of his glass, Goku leaned forward and placed it on the coffee table. When he leaned back, he closed the small gap between you, nestling your shoulder under his wing on the back of the couch. A rush filled you immediately, and you happily leaned your weight into his firm torso. At that, Goku moved his arm from the couch cushion to rest across your shoulders. Another pleasing rush of adrenaline raced through you. You licked your lips and sipped on the wine.

“This okay?” he said, barely above a whisper.

You gave a smile and warm mm-hmm before placing your glass on the table and snuggling up to him even more. His thighs spread slightly, making his leg press into yours. Like chess opponents trading moves, you thought about what your next move should be. Your mind flashed back to the last time you saw Goku. That blue tank top had shown off his pecs just right…

Biting your lip, you leaned your head over to rest your burning cheek against his chest. With your ear pressed to him, you could hear his heart beating wildly. The excitement of snuggling up with such a handsome guy was not lost on you, as your heart was purring like an engine. His pecs really did make for a great pillow.

Goku began brushing his fingers softly over your exposed shoulder. You sighed happily and relaxed into his touch.

“You’re comfy,” you said as you worked your arms around his waist. He leaned back, pulling you into him even more.

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, heart leaping at the compliment.

As the movie progressed, you paid less attention to it and more to every fiber of Goku’s body. After polishing off your glasses of wine and feeling delightfully buzzed, you curled up even further into him, feet tucked up and thighs falling over onto his. Your head also migrated from resting atop his muscular chest to nuzzling into his neck. All it would take would be a subtle movement to start kissing his neck…

It took a while to muster the courage to make such a bold move. It was only your first date after all. Perhaps this was moving too fast. But he really did seem into you. And you were undoubtedly into him. While gently petting your hand over his chest, you parted your lips, and allowed a steamy breath to escape and tickle his neck. His heart began to drum hard enough for you to feel. You let your lips touch his skin with a feather-light press. Goku’s dark eyes slid closed with your next kiss, the fullness of your gorgeous mouth lighting up each nerve along his neck. You gave a gentle suck to it, causing a sweet sigh to fall from his lips. You trailed your hand up to hold the opposite side of his neck as your tongue began to tease him with tiny kitten licks, then bold circles.

Goku’s hand went from your shoulder to the back of your head, guiding you. You felt his pulse pound as you kissed him. His other hand found your wrist and squeezed.

“Hah,” he breathed. “Need to kiss you.”

You pulled back enough to look at his handsome face. His cheeks were pleasantly pink and his eyes were dazed and dreamy behind his frames. He took your chin with one hand and brought your mouth up to his, finally letting your hot breaths intermingle before he sweetly caressed your lips with his own. Goku’s tongue softly brushed over your lip, silently pleading for yours. You obliged and his tongue invaded to massage yours. Every movement was slow and sensual, tender yet incredibly erotic.

While shifting yourself to face Goku more fully, your leg brushed past something hard, and you were certain it wasn’t just his meaty thighs. Your core heated and revved like a racecar. Unable to keep them suppressed, sighs and heavy breaths from Goku encouraged you to continue kissing.

“W-wait,” Goku said, pulling away slightly. “You aren’t too drunk for this, are you?”

You pulled back further and looked at him, his black eyes full of concern. Your heart clenched. What a sweetheart!

“No,” you giggled, pulling his glasses off and placing them next to your empty wine glasses. “I may be a bit buzzed, but I’m fully aware of what I’m doing. And I don’t intend to stop.”

With that, you climbed over Goku to straddle his lap. Without the black frames, his eyes shone with gentleness, and lust. Using his shoulders for support, you adjusted yourself atop his lap until you found exactly what you were looking for. His lips fell open with a sharp, breathy groan.

“This okay?” you asked as you returned your mouth to his.

Goku kissed you between heated breaths as he gripped your thighs. “Hahh, yeah. Definitely.”

You shrugged off your cardigan and tossed it aside as you made out. One of your hands worked into Goku’s wild hair as his hands wandered up to your hips. He pulled you towards him, chest to chest, and your tight jean shorts gave you both a taste of delicious friction. That made him shove his tongue messily down your throat, like he was slowly fucking your mouth. You whined, grinding your hips down. He responded with a tight squeeze to your ass.

“I’ve… I’ve never really done this whole hooking up thing before,” he admitted.

You scratched his scalp lightly, making his eyes flutter in pleasure. “We don’t have to go any further.”

“But that’s the problem,” he said, kissing your throat. “I don’t wanna stop. You’re really hot and I don’t know if I can control myself.”

You giggled as his lips trailed down to your collarbone, sweet sensations filling you from head to core. “Then by all means, continue.”

“You gotta tell me if you wanna stop, or if I go too far.” He slid the strap of your cami and kissed your shoulder.

“Okay. And you do, too,” you breathed as his fingers softly traced your arm.

Just the touch of his hands was enough to make your eyes fall closed in bliss, and you wanted his big hands all over you. Under your shirt, on your waist, in your shorts…

“Can’t believe you aren’t bringing girls back every night. You’re so fucking hot,” you said as he sucked on your pulse point.

He smirked and took your cheek in in his palm. “I’m not a fuck boy. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” He gave you the most saccharine kiss yet, making you melt completely in his lap. “Which reminds me…” He pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes. “This… Isn’t just gonna be a one time thing, is it? Because I really do like you, and I want to get to know you.”

You smiled and put your hands on his gorgeous chest. “I like you too, Goku. And I’d love to get to know you better, and make out with you more, too.”

He gave a glowing smile and endearing chuckle. If he were any cuter, you feared your heart may burst. “Yeah, I really like kissing you. Like, a lot.”

And so you did just that. Desperate yet tender, Goku’s tongue reconnected with yours as your hips began to roll against his. Those shorts of his were blessedly thin, and your tight denim put pressure right on your sweet spot.

“Mm, touch me more,” you pleaded.

“Where?” he whispered.

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You took Goku’s lower lip between your teeth as his big hands roamed freely. His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, then boldly over the fullness of them just as your hips hitched against his stiff cock print. A moan ripped from your throat.

You gripped the back of the couch on either side of Goku’s head and started working your hips into a rhythm. It was agonizingly slow for him, just enough stimulation to tease and make him want more. Foreheads sealed together, mouths exchanging breaths, you humped his lap as he tenderly squeezed your tits.

“Can you go faster?” he asked, a desperate tremble to his voice. You grinned and did as he asked while bringing your chest close to his face. He pressed your breasts together and kissed the tops of them, slightly pulling down the top of your camisole. You slid the straps off your shoulders and pulled the shirt down to expose your tits to him. Goku’s eyes shone brightly as they drank you in. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” he praised, circling his thumbs over your nipples.

“Use your mouth.”

He obeyed immediately, placing delicate kisses over one while softly pinching the other. You sighed and rewarded him by continuing to hump him. But he teased you, only lightly lapping your nipple with his sweet tongue.

“Mm, harder,” you whined.

Goku proved to be pleasantly obedient, taking your directions well. He sucked and pulled back to let your tit bounce, then sought your eyes for approval. You groaned in pleasure and mussed his hair, forcing his head back to your chest. One of his large hands supported your upper back, the other smearing saliva over your pert nipple. The telltale tingle between your thighs was beginning to grow steadily. Based on the way he was whining and bucking underneath you, Goku was feeling good, too.

“Damnit, please don’t make me ruin these shorts by cumming in them,” he begged.

You slowed your pace and lifted Goku’s chin. “Where do you want to cum then?”

His pupils wide in awe, he failed to form any coherent words. “I… Well, wha…”

“Aw, did I make you dumb already, big boy?” you patronized.

“I was never that smart to begin with.” His expression was dreamy and he stared up at you like you were a goddess.

You giggled and stood up. “Why don’t you let me finish you off?”

You got on your knees between his, your breasts still exposed and holding his attention. Your soft hands rubbed up his sculpted thighs, sneaking under the hem of his shorts. His eyes met yours as you palmed his aching cock. His perfectly kissable lips hung open as you teased him, and his throaty little moans each sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

As you pulled at the waistband of his shorts, you saw two wet spots of precum had soaked through, a sign of a job well done by you. Goku lifted his hips and pulled down the obstruction to reveal his gloriously sized dick. You almost growled at the sight, feral with desire.

“Holy shit,” you said, eyes devouring the perfect specimen before you. The tip was fat and shiny, begging for your lips to wrap around it. “This still okay?”

He blew a puff of air through his nose. “Of course.”

You wrapped your index finger and thumb around his thick cock, teasing up and down his shaft slowly. He tried to strangle his moan in his throat. You met his eyes as he reclined and you lightly pressed a kiss to his tip, then trailed more kisses down one side of his length. You never would have guessed he could made such sinful sounds from his candy-sweet personality, but each noise weakened you. Eye contact still unbroken, your lips finally enveloped his cockhead, then pulled off with an obscene slurp. One hand on his shaft and the other squeezing his thigh, you circled your tongue around Goku’s beautiful cock. Worshipping it with your mouth and hearing his vocal approval made you clench your leg muscles, stimulating yourself.

“Decided where you wanna cum yet?” you asked as you licked up the underside, making him shudder.

“Ahh… I’m really not picky,” he chuckled.

With that, you started sucked him off with purpose and vigor, eager to hear his whines of pleasure. Your saliva dripped down, making a mess of him as your hand twisted and pulled. You kept constant pressure and pleasure on him, making his moans pitch up. They came in short, desperate bursts and you finally dove deep, taking his entire length down your throat in one swift motion. As you lifted to dive down again, Goku gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and guided your head with the other. While his touch was light on you, you feared his intense strength might rip the upholstery of the poor couch.

“Ahh, almost there!” Goku cried, hips beginning to twitch.

End in sight, you watched his face as you sucked him. A few final strokes and one beastly growl had him shooting hot strings down your throat. His brows knit together tightly, mouth hanging open, head tossing. He writhed in pleasure as you slowed, swallowing every drop he offered you. And it was a lot. You swallowed at least three times, taking more cum each time. Even when your mouth left him, tiny beads formed at the slit of his cock. You smeared them with you thumb, then licked him clean.

“Hope you didn’t mind that I decided for you,” you panted, proud of your hard work.

Goku slumped on the couch wearing a dazed expression. “I can barely move. Damn,” he said with a soft chuckle. “But what can I do for you now?”

Just as a grin started to form, the sound of someone unlocking the front door jolted you both out of your haze. Your eyes grew wide.

“Vegeta’s back already?” Goku whispered, frantically stuffing himself back inside his shorts as you fixed your shirt. You stood quickly enough to make your head spin and grabbed your empty wine glasses to busy yourself. Just as you made it to the kitchen to wash the glasses (and your hand covered in spit and cum), Vegeta shoved his way through the front door. You gave him a soapy-handed wave.

“Hey Vegeta,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t take a long enough look at you to notice your flushed face, neck, and chest. Thankfully, he just gave you a grunt in reply.

“You’re back early,” Goku said, a lilt in his voice.

“Not really,” Vegeta grumbled, barely giving Goku a glance as he passed. His bedroom door shut with a stern thud.

“Sounds like he had a bad day,” you mused.

Goku stood from the couch and replaced his eyeglasses. “Well, yeah. He’s jealous that you picked me over him.”

Your heart screeched to a halt. “Wait. What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head and padded over to you at the sink. “Bulma said that you said you had a better connection with me.”

Your cheeks began to burn. “She told you I said that? But she said one of you asked about me! She told me to guess which one! I couldn’t decide which of you I liked better, so she… That Bulma!” You dried your hands and tossed the dish towel onto the counter, pouting that Bulma had tricked you into making a decision. “Wait, so neither one of you actually asked her about me?”

Goku smiled warmly. “Actually, we both did. As soon as Vegeta got back from his lab, we had an argument about which one of us was gonna get to ask you out. Bulma overheard us and told us she’d figure out who you liked better!”

“But I just flipped a coin! Literally, I couldn’t decide!” you laughed.

“You did? So you didn’t really pick me at all, did you?” Goku asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

You stood on your toes and reached your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sensual kiss.

“Fate picked you for me. And for the record, I’m really, really glad it was you, Goku.” His hands held your waist as he returned your kiss. When you pulled back, his sugary smile had renewed completely and his eyes sparkled with affection.

“Me too.”

tags: @artof-aristocracy @ghostlylovesstuff

#dbz x reader #goku x you #son goku #goku x reader #goku smut #fuzzfeet #fuzzfeet figure #dragon ball #dragon ball z #all the right buttons

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hi my love. Can you do a quick little blurby with whoever you think will fit this. The request is the reader was literally forgotten by her coworkers. They were all going to go out after work but they forgot her and went out without her. Just a comfort fic because this literally happened to me and I want to curl up and cry

Hi my love, I'm so sorry that this happened to you but I really hope things have been sorted out and/or you're feeling better now. Thank you for requesting sweetheart <3

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 957 words

Steve wonders if maybe he’s holding you too tight. He’s got one arm around your ribcage and the other curled over your shoulders so he can hold the nape of your neck, but he keeps having to squash bouts of his own indignant fury to focus on comforting you.

Unfortunately, this is not something he can handle with a bat.

“I’m sure they didn’t mean to,” he mumbles next to your head. Your cheek is pressed close to his, your arms hung loosely around his shoulders. You’d come home to find him on the couch and simply draped yourself over him, desperate for affection he was all too happy to give you, even if it’s a bit less fun and games when you’re upset. You’re not even really crying, just clinging to him as a slow, relentless stream of tears flows out of you.

“I know.” You sound so dejected Steve feels like someone’s taken the bat to him, your voice croaky and tired. “I don’t think they were trying to be mean, they just…didn’t remember me.”

“Being inconsiderate still makes them a bunch of douchebags,” he says, thumb stroking the baby hairs on your neck.

Steve likes to think he was never that much of a douchebag, but witnesses would probably testify otherwise. Robin would gleefully skip to the front of the line. She’d actually referred to his past self as a douche-canoe once. Steve isn’t sure what exactly that means, but he’s guessing it didn’t make him a whole lot better than these guys.

“You should come work with me and Robs,” he offers, only half joking. You normally love your job, but he hates seeing you like this enough to think that maybe that doesn’t matter so much. “The pay’s worse, but we’re way more fun to be around.”

You sniffle, tightening your grip around his shoulders affectionately. “Thanks, Stevie. But it’s not that I don’t like them. They’re cool, usually.” Steve makes a reluctant grunting sound, though he knows this to be true. Prior to today’s incident, he’d actually been looking forward to meeting some of them. “I just wish I weren’t so forgettable.”

It takes Steve a second to actually process what you’ve said, and then his heart sputters in his chest. “Hey, what?” He pulls away from you, curling his hands around your upper arms. “Babe, this hasn’t got anything to do with you.”

The look in your eyes is less despair than resignation. You seem almost sorry to contradict him. “It’s not like they didn’t invite me. They were trying to be nice, they just didn’t notice that I wasn’t there when they left. What else do you call that?”

“Not your fault,” he insists, nose scrunching bewilderedly as he shakes his head at you. “That’s what I call it. Listen, I” —he sighs— “I don’t want to sound like I’m advocating for these assholes, but you know how things can get when you’re in a group like that. Everybody’s all excited about whatever you’re all going to do, and if somebody says they’re ready to go, you go. They were probably each thinking you were with someone else. Actually, I can almost guarantee they weren’t thinking at all.”

Your mouth pulls to one side, dissatisfied but considering. You give a little shrug. “I guess.” But you’re just appeasing him, Steve can tell.

Fuck, he hates talking about this. The things he does for you, he swears.

“Look, I was an asshole kid once too,” he says, and he’s aiming for lightness but he can tell by the way your eyes lock on his that you know the significance of him bringing this up. It’s not a legacy he’s proud of. “I could…okay, I’m not happy about it, but I could kind of see myself doing something like that a few years ago. I was an idiot, right? We agree?”

Almost despite yourself, you give a little smile. Steve goes on, encouraged.

“So I can say, practically from experience, that I wouldn’t have been thinking about who was there and who wasn’t. I would’ve been too caught up in the idea of what we were doing to pay attention. But that just makes me a dick, it doesn’t mean anything about you.”

You tilt your head, giving him one of those thoughtful, open looks he loves so much. He likes it when you let him see all of you on your face. Makes his boyfriend duties a lot easier. “You’re not a dick,” you say softly.

“I was,” he says, and it’s not hard to admit when you’re here in front of him, living proof that he’s got to be doing something right these days. He rubs your upper arms roughly. “But you’re not forgettable.”

You sniff again. Steve is pleased to note that your tear ducts seem to have emptied their reserves enough for the time being. He’s not sure whether that’s because you believe him or because you’re just choosing to let his affection outweigh your coworkers’ callousness for the evening, but either is alright with him. He can love you enough to make up for all of those fuckers.

“Can I hug you again?” you ask, and he’s quick to oblige you, slotting you back between his arms where you belong.

“When you go back to work, I bet they’re all going to feel really bad,” Steve grumbles, letting his grip tighten slightly around your ribcage. “But if you want to just avoid all that, the option to come work at Family Video is still open. I know a guy.”

Your laugh is croaky but real, and the sound of it makes Steve want to squeeze the life out of you for happiness. “I’ll think about it.”

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icedragonlizard · 6 months

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What if dream friends had dialogue in Star Allies?

I suppose it could've been a lot of unnecessary work for HAL to do, but I still think it could be highly fun and imaginative to think about.

How cool would it be if the game's plot actually acknowledged the existence of the dream friends? The things they'd say in-game, etc...

I think it would be especially fun to think about what all the different dream friends might saying during the mage sister fights. Like, y'know, the points of the game where there's dialogue. What they all might say to the mage sisters in response to their words....

... I'm not going to go over what I think every dream friend would say in these moments, but I think I'd like to focus on ones such as Susie, Magolor, Marx, Taranza and Daroach. Why these ones in particular? Because I think they'd probably be the more entertaining ones in what they'd have to say in their dialogue during the mage battles.

How funny would it be that Marx and Magolor just troll the shit out of the mages? How funny would it be that Susie acts condescending when talking to them? How funny would it be that Taranza joke-flirts with them, he doesn't actually mean it as he's just doing it to get them riled up? How funny would it be that Daroach tells them to watch out before he steals from them? This stuff is fanfiction-worthy! Heck, this might be the biggest reason why I might attempt my adaptation of Star Allies into a fanfiction in the future, although I've got many other fics planned beforehand so it'd be a long while.

But still! There could be endless potential when thinking about this.

Let me demonstrate an example. First, let's look at the part where the game first introduces Flamberge, and she's really angry.

"HEY, YOU! Stubby little...pink thing! Yes, YOU! I have a buuuurning question for you! You're the one who was so rude to sweet Francisca, aren't you?! Don't you dare try to deny it!"

"Ohohohohohohoho! We sure put that crazy blue lady in her place! What are you gonna do about it? Throw a temper tantrum? Go so berserk that you lose control and we can easily beat you?"

Wanna guess who said that? Hahahaha... the purple text probably made it obvious. In this interpretation, it's Marx who said that. There's no way he wouldn't just totally mock them and rub it in their faces. At the very least in my interpretation of Marx, it'd be like him to do that.

And by the way, I'm one that actually headcanons Marx becoming friends with the mage sisters post-HiAD because he loves how chaotic they are, and loves that they're willing to join him in doing insane shit (especially Francisca). But during Star Allies when the mages were the enemy? I bet he totally mocked the shit out of them!

Magolor, too. Here's a good example of Magolor having dialogue against one of the mages:

"Bonjam. I am Zan Partizanne, the eldest of the three generals of magic."

"Woah... Zan what? I didn't hear that thoroughly! I think I'll call you Zan Parmesan Cheese, though!"

".... I absolutely HATE that you ended up getting my name more right than a lot of other fools have."

It'd be hilarious to see a lot of dream friends trying to say her name. All the different ways they could say it wrong.

Here's a Taranza example:

"This must be the fiery flames of fate at work! Ooooh yeaaaah! My flames and I are fully stoked now!"

"Golly, you're really hot, good ma'am!" with a trollish look on his face.

"... Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?"

"Hahahahahaha! Am I making you overheat too much, fool?"

I think Taranza deserves to be depicted as silly sometimes.

A Daroach example:

"We wish to assemble the dark Jamba Heart pieces that were scattered across the universe."

"Woah... you want them all? That's a big bummer! What if I want to steal some of them? Maybe I'll still do it out of spite, teehee!"

I hate the limited amount of colors allowed for tumblr posts. To make it clear, for this example, the blue text is Francisca while the red text is Daroach. While, of course, Flamberge was the red text in the examples with Marx and Taranza, while Magolor was the blue text in the example with Zan.

And now, let me demonstrate a couple examples with Susie. I think she'd delightfully fire off on them like the feisty cheeky woman she is.

"I shall now turn this pink ball of nice into a frozen block of ice!"

"No you won't. This 'pink ball of nice' is a force of pure destruction, and you're going to defrost by daring to harm the universe with all of this insolent nonsense. You must be destroyed!"

"... Very well. But I won't go down without a fight, so you best watch out that you all might become ice sculptures this time. I can more than make sure of it!"

"We will more than make sure to obliterate you, just like the rest of your barbaric cult! Let's put her in her place, Pinky!"

Susie example with Zan:

"I did not expect you to survive your visit to Jambastion."

"You thought that would've gotten us? Pfft! We've all been through worse than that. You're going to have to try harder than that if you really want to eliminate us for good."

"Really, you survived worse? Well, that doesn't matter, because your luck has run out."

"No. Your luck has run out. We're going to exterminate all of you like the savages you are!"

This works out well with my interpretation that Susie's Japanese SA pause description containing the words "exterminate the savages!" is referring to the Jambastion cult when they were still the enemy. I headcanon that she's slowly in the process of unpacking baggage, and "savages" is just a thing she calls people she views as enemies.

And uh... to be honest, the cult kind of deserved to be called words like that during Star Allies when they were threatening everything.

I've done a lot of examples of a few dream friends having dialogue during the mage battles. But what about when confronting Hyness?

I think all the dream friends would be horrified at the moments that Hyness knocks Zan out of the way, weaponize all three mage sisters' bodies in his second phase of the fight, and then sacrificing them and himself to Void Termina. It would make them just flabbergasted.

Although I bet Marx would probably laugh at how unhinged he is.

"It seems... we do not have enough energy... to revive our Dark Lord... Must we... allow ourselves... to fall... into oblivion?"

"Yes, you should do that!"

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"No no no no no!"

"Yes yes yes yes yes!"

"*goes on his giant unhinged rant*"

"*laughs hysterically* Look at you go off! It's hilarious!"

Marx is just... lmao.

Sorry that I don't have examples with every dream friend having dialogue in this post. But you get the general idea! Perhaps if you have ideas as to what the other dream friends could say in these moments, feel free to mention them in the notes!

Although I'll leave you here with a King Dedede example, just cuz:

"For what you've done, I'll scorch you to such a degree that... that... even tasty, toasty marshmallows will seem like ice cubes compared to you!"

"You ain't gonna be scorchin' any of us, ya hot fiery slimeball! We'll put you in your place like we did to the blue look-a-like of ya!"

Hahaha... ha... I interpret southern accent Dedede. Sue me.

Thanks for reading the post if you did! Let me know about more ideas of dream friend dialogue you have in the notes. I'd be curious what else you think in this broad, interesting concept.

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sserajeans · 9 months

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you are in love | bonus 1. BHB, be honest bro! (written)

note: the convo happens when minyn r in the plane, so it's dialogue-focused with not much action involved

"so..."

"so what?"

"how are you and...?"

"minji..."

"i'm just checking on you! the aquatic games is enough on your plate, i'd rather talk about the fun stuff."

"fine fine. i've been having a lot of fun with her lately. like the past month has always just been practice, so the dates at the end of the week was stuff i could look forward to."

"that's so sweet why are you guys so sweet i feel sick to my stomach like no wo-"

"I KNOW!! dani's the sweetest... she really thought everything out. she makes me forget about morning practice the next day. she even brought breakfast in a little container one time when i was texting her about being especially hungry after practice."

"oh wow... you lucked out so hard... aren't you two supposed to be unlabeled too?"

"...yeah."

"she's so gonna step up her game when she asks."

"i can't think about it. she's way too good for me."

"what do you mean?"

"it's just... i can tell she's into it more than i am? and i feel like shit, being okay with just receiving all of it and not giving the same amount. and i'm scared that when she does ask me i still won't be in a place to truthfully say yes."

"well... let's not dive too deep, let's start with... maybe what's holding you back? from giving her that energy, i mean."

"well if you say it like that it just sounds like i've been treating her like ass. which i haven't! i really do try my best and everything, it's just.."

"just...?"

"i don't think my best for her is on the same level as her best for me."

"okay... well i think i'm beginning to see it. so let me rephrase, what's keeping you from reaching that level?"

"i... i don't really... know?"

"give it some time."

"wow you're really digging into the psychologist role huh?"

"doesn't it help you with mushing out your emotions or what?"

"...fine. let me think."

"sure."

"..."

"i think..."

"...you think?"

"i don't want to give her an insincere show of affection."

"so i'm guessing... you would rather be upfront with how much you feel and how you show it?"

"right, yeah."

"and?"

"and i guess there is something that holds me back from feeling that much for her."

"like?"

"i don't know? swim? that's all i can think about these days."

"well yeah, but you've been stressing over swim every season."

"that's true i guess, but also it's senior year. my performance this year determines whether i get to go to college as a national team member or not. anyways, give me more time to think?"

"sure."

"..."

"...this is hard."

"is it pham?"

"what?"

"is it pham? that's holding you back from feeling anything more."

"no? what? how did you even get to her?"

"in full honesty i didn't think much of it, but ever since that girl in class asked if you two were dating i was beginning to see dots i could connect."

"literally what dots. there are no dots to connect."

"call me insane-"

"you're insane."

"-but it made sense, okay? you liked her-"

"-in freshman year!"

"and i don't think she likes you and dani hanging out."

"what? that's stupid, what makes you think that?"

"well she says it's about her best friend hanging out with the group less, especially since it's senior year now and all."

"well yeah i'd get that but... she's never mentioned this when i went out with like leehan and the rest?"

"nah it's more of how you got a girl now."

"oh..."

"yeah."

"what if she just likes dani? it makes a lot more sense than this theory of yours where she likes her literal childhood best friend who she, by the way, more or less rejected 5 years ago."

"i don't know y/n, this past month has been weird. she's the reason you haven't died from the allergy attack and the reason you have your swim cap, you know that right?"

"what about the swim cap?"

"forced me to come with her and help you in person. at like the crack ass of night."

"okay but you were probably just binging something on the tv."

"my point exactly! she cut off my relaxing time."

"you're unbelievable."

"well yes, but anyways, my hunches on these are almost always right. remember when i told you i felt like you'd win gold for the 100m fly category in last year's regional event?"

"yeah."

"and you did win, didn't you?"

"i did."

"there you go. the only problem here is hanni is still fully convinced she's straight."

"and that i don't like her anymore? and that i'm literally going out with someone else?"

"yeah whatever, sure you don't."

"i'm being for real."

"if you're being for real... let me in your private account."

"...what."

"come on! you let wonyoung in it!"

"i was going through a crisis back in 10th when backyardigans were distant 'cause jiwoo was a brooding teenager! plus, i kicked her when i started going out with dani."

"be honest bro!"

"fine!"

masterlist. next.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans smau #newjeans fanfic #hanni x reader #hanni pham x reader #hanni imagines #hanni smau #kim minji #danielle marsh #mo jihye #kang haerin #lee hyein

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kittyball23 · 6 months

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Hi is it okay if you write a story about baby branch and Floyd

It sure is 😊

Remember (a Trolls fanfic)

Dear Diary,

It’s been a pretty quiet evening at home so far, and I guess there’s a few reasons for that. For one, I guess it’s no secret that I’m the quietest among my brothers (they say I should assert myself more, but I find that I can’t - it’s just the way I am 0.0). Also, my older brothers aren’t here at the moment, and the bro that IS here is sleeping on my lap (it’s a little hard to write right now, but I can manage). I’m guessing you’re probably wondering where exactly my older brothers are. Well, John Dory is out running some errands with Grandma, so they’re hitting the grocery store and a few other places (plus, JD DID say he was going to try and get supplies for some new costume ideas he has planned for us and our band, BroZone).

Spruce is out on a date. He ran another one of his competitions, and the winner this time around is a girl named Doreen. I’ve seen her around town a bit, and she seemed very excited to be able to be with him. As for Spruce… I don’t think I could really say the same :( But, regardless, they were heading out to Senior Frosty’s. A lot of us like to go down there for some sweet treats (personally, I think Grandma’s stuff is the best, but they’re okay too ^_^). Spruce’s favorite is the Tropical Sunset sundae, which is an ice cream that I think is made from vanilla, with some kind of fruity syrup and chunks of pineapple on top. It sounds pretty tasty, but my personal preference is the strawberry delight (an underrated flavor, but delicious nonetheless!)

Clay headed off to another one of his sad-book club meetings. He’s sorta told me about them before, but I’m a little nervous to go to one, if I’m being honest. If it’s about sad books like he says, I’m probably gonna be in tears the whole time! I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I pack a lot of tissues when I do get the chance to accompany him :)

That leaves me and Branch, like I mentioned before. We had some fun with all kinds of activities around the house.

We frosted some sugar cookies that Grandma had baked earlier in the day (Branch got a little messy with the decorating, but he didn’t mind). We played some games (the usual - hide-and-seek, tag… freeze tag) and sang some of our band’s songs together. I’m very proud of him. Even though he’s only a couple years old, he’s got a great falsetto going. Golden! I can tell he’s going to be an amazing singer one day, and I can’t wait for him to start performing with us. John Dory thinks he’s ready, too. A few days ago, he actually suggested that we should start arranging for our first tour. Spruce and Clay agreed, and it’s going to be so exciting!

As Floyd tapped his pencil to his chin, pondering what to write down next, the light weight on his lap began to shift. He immediately put his journal down, and watched admiringly as Branch cutely yawned and stretched.

“Hey, Branch,” he cooed softly, stroking his brother’s delicate little cheek. “Did you have a good nap?”

The baby blinked up at him, rubbing the sleep out of his large blue eyes and grinning his sweet little one-toothed grin. “Uh-huh!”

Floyd chuckled and ruffled his rich blue hair. “That’s good.”

“What did you do, Floyd?” the small Troll asked curiously.

“Oh, I was just writing in my journal,” he said, showing him the book that he’d placed at his side.

“Ohhh,” Branch mused, cocking his head. “Can I see it?”

“Sure thing,” Floyd replied fondly, opening it up and allowing Branch to flip through the pages.

“I write all kinds of things in here,” the magenta-haired Troll explained while the baby stared in wonder. “Ideas, stories, wishes… but do you know what my favorite thing to write about is?”

“What?” Branch asked, his eyes twinkling with interest.

“All the stuff I do with you, and our brothers.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Definitely,” Floyd answered. “That way, when we want to remember something special, it’ll all be right here.” He gave him a little side hug that Branch happily leaned into with a giggle. Then, the little blue Trolling thought of something else.

“Do you write songs in there, too?”

Floyd nodded. “Yeah, I do.” Then he smirked. “But you know, I’ve been having a little trouble trying to finish the one I’ve been working on. Do you want to help me?”

His baby brother’s face lit up. “Yeah!”

And, as he and Branch made another cherished memory - harmonizing together and creating wonderful new melodies - Floyd made sure to recall every little detail of their experience so, in that way, he could notate it in his journal for them to always remember.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #my sons 🥺#fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers

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monbons · 2 months

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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

thanks for tagging me @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, and @noblecorgi!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Currently, living, breathing, and eating my one and only WIP: The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch. Also, I am probably retiring after this fic because I do not think I can top it!

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Addie LaRue + SnowBaz = so much pain and angst

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Period-typical homophobia, Implied/referenced DV, Blood and Injury, Death... I mean truly the works. This is SnowBaz in the darkest possible timeline.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? At one point, I joked with @thewholelemon about naming it "Baz Pitch's 300 Year Long Grope-Fest" but for obvious reasons that title would really do a disservice to this fic (although it is sort of true).

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next? Now that I've created a posting schedule for The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, I want to stick to it. While I'm "done" drafting, I am still making a few big revisions to the last six chapters. I've also been re-reading the first chapters for continuity issues that may have cropped up now that I know how this ends. Either way, I can see the finish line.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) It started out as "Addie LaRue Working Draft." Once the one doc got unwieldy and long, it spun out into multiple docs titled all sorts of things - mostly chapter numbers, but I do have one not as fun as it sounds doc called "Sex Playground." (ha!)

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. “Are you so naive as to think I cannot watch you whenever it pleases me, even if you cannot see me?”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I actually have SEVERAL scenes I scrapped...like pages and pages! Largely this is because I have a whole document titled "Voice," which served as a sandbox of sorts where I could play with every possible combination of POV, tone, and style before committing to the final version you see in the story now. There's even a scene in there told first-person Niall! (Bonkers.)

I also have a whole ACTUAL scene I'd love to include as an answer to this question because it was well-written, but I cut it because it made the plot unnecessarily complicated, was frankly too close to the original plot of Addie, and would have made my ending impossible. It is also--sadly--too big a spoiler to include here, so let me give you a few sentences from "Sex Playground" that will not be making the cut:

“Stay.” Baz pushes his hand into the center of Simon’s chest, pressing him back into the mattress. “I want to look at you.” Simon gives Baz a filthy smile. He can look all he wants.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? I really want to write a canon divergence where Simon successfully but somewhat accidentally reveals Baz is a vampire fifth year, so Baz and the whole Pitch family have to flee from the Mage. I already have the "everybody finds out" scene written and the scene where the Mage realizes the Pitch family is gone, so I guess I have started it. But, I also have no idea where it's going or what it's about, so I haven't really accomplished anything. If anyone has ideas or wants to be a partner-in-crime on this, give me a little shout!

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Literally just this one. Again, I am retiring after this fic! (Or at least taking a very well-deserved break.)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Absolutely 100% it is writing the smut. Having never written any on-page sex means I'm figuring it out as I go. Lots of frustrated growls from me (not nearly as frustrated from Simon).

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. I know many of you have already posted, but tagging anyway since you've commented/liked past WIPsdays and such, in case you're interested in the behind the scenes!

@valeffelees, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @cutestkilla, @iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @hushed-chorus, @rimeswithpurple, @aristocratic-otter, @larkral, @artsyunderstudy, @brilla-brilla-estrellita

#tag game #writers asks #the eternal life of baz pitch #carry on #i really wish i could share all the things but part of the joy of this story is the slow reveal #feel free to ask me again once it's all done!

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fetishfairytales2 · 1 month

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Besties 10 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I watched Brandon wriggle and writhe under the Hitachi, each vibration bringing him to another climax. "So, how many times is that now, sissy?" I teased, flicking off the Hitachi and grinning at the large puddle of cum in his diaper.

"Well, well, well, Brandi, that's quite the puddle of looser go, huh?" I teased, tapping my phone screen. "And it looks like Heather has really turned into a hottie pornstar, huh? What a shame for you, honey. I mean, with skills like that, how could any man resist?" As I spoke, I lightly traced my fingers along his sensitive skin, loving the moans coming from him. "Oops," I chuckled, sticking my tongue out playfully. "I guess you don't really have much say in the matter, do you?"

Our fun was cut short when the phone in my perfectly manicured hand started ringing. Without even checking, I knew who it was. And judging by the fear in Brandi's eyes, she knew it too. "Hey girl!" I answered in my most cheerful voice. "How's date night going?" I put the phone on speaker to give Brandi just a little more to cry about. "So, give me all the juicy details," I laughed eagerly.

"Mmm, I hope Brandi is listening," Heather said with a giggle on the speakerphone. "This is just incredible, babe! You were totally right, I needed tonight," she laughed, telling me everything. "I arrived at his place and of course, I dropped my coat right at his doorstep. He tossed me onto his couch and fucked me like I had never felt before. It was so hot! He’s got an amazing dick girl! And then we went out for drinks and dancing, and can you believe it, somehow, we ended up going at it for round two in the bathroom! That boy is head over heels for me!"

I was practically dying of laughter. Seeing the look of pain on Brandi’s face as he heard about Heather's wild night, and imagining her moaning like a whore while bent over a bathroom sink, it was wild! "Seriously, girl?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing. "You let him get it on with you in the freaking bathroom?!"

"Let him?!" Heather cackled, "I begged him for it!" We dashed into the bathroom, locked the door, and he ripped my dress right off. His hands were all over me, kissing and licking every damn inch of my body. And when I was ready for him, he threw me onto the sink like a ragdoll! He was yanking my hair and making me watch myself in the mirror! I swear, I was probably screaming so loud that the whole bar could hear me! I had two orgasms before he even finished!"

I gave Brandi's little peepee a flick and sneered at him, asking Heather "More fun than the sissy?" I laughed at him as Heather chimed in, "my fucking vibrators are more fun than that loser. Speaking of which..." Poor Brandon was shaking in his boots, clearly intimidated. "Looks like you two are having a little too much fun without me," Heather chuckled knowingly. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of her coming home early. "Top right of the dresser, behind the teddy bear," she explained with a smile in her voice. I squinted and could barely make out what she was talking about.

"Oh my god, that's fucking hilarious!" I was dying of laughter, "A video camera? In your bedroom? Girl, you are savage!" On the other end of the line, Heather was cracking up too. "Oh yeah, lots of fun home videos for me to make and force Sissy to watch! Of course, plenty of chances to make sure Brandi is being humiliated enough!” I waved at the camera; “Can you believe she was being fussy?” Heather asked, almost indignantly. “Even though you were being so nice and playing with her!" At first, I thought Heather might be mad about my idea of playing games with Brandi, but nope, she's always down for more sissy humiliation. I swear, my best friend is the queen of tormenting this pathetic loser.

I slyly stroked the head of Brandi's dick, finding his most tender spot. I wanted to make sure Heather notifed his squirming. "He's been acting up lately," I hinted, "Do you see? He can't keep still!" Heather snickered, catching onto my plan. "You know," she exclaimed loudly enough for Brandon to hear clearly on the phone, "Maybe he's just hungry..."

"Leave 'Princess Pampers' in the bedroom and go grab her din-din from the fridge," Heather taunted. The excitement in her voice and the fear in Brandon's face were both so obvious. I just knew this was going to be a blast! I pointed to Brandi and gave him a little pat on the head before strolling down the hallway. "Don't you dare move, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile.

I skipped down the hallway, buzzing with excitement. "What exactly am I looking for?" I asked eagerly. Heather just laughed and said, "oh, you'll know it when you see it." I shrugged and opened the fridge door. My eyes widened in delight, and I let out a little squeal. "No way! Girl, what is this?" I pointed to the four identical baby bottles on the top shelf.

"That's what Baby Brandi will be eating for dinner," Heather said, with a vicious laugh on the phone. The bottles were impossible to miss, each one with a hot pink cap shaped like a penis! The toys were at least three inches in length with prominent veins bulging from them. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in disbelief. "These are even bigger than his penis-paci!" Heather was cracking up. "Gotta give her some practice, right?!"

I grabbed one of the bottles and took a closer look. It was covered in a cutesy Disney Princess pattern, with silver glittery writing that caught my eye. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw it said "Daddy's Little Girl" and had a kiss print next to it! "These are just too perfect for your little sissy," I laughed as I talked to Heather. "I mean, we both know how obsessed she is with her Daddy Conner." she chuckled in agreement.

Heather practically jumped through the phone with excitement before I could ask her what was in the bottles. "Can you FaceTime me when you go back upstairs?" she eagerly asked, adding how feeding Brandi was her favorite part. I couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. "Should I warm it up for her first?" I asked. "Oh, no, no!" Heather replied in her sweet mommy voice. "It's better when it's cold. Makes her drink it slower. And that's more fun for us!"

"Okay then..." I chuckled, heading back to the bedroom. Brandi was quite the sight, dressed up in that cute onesie and choking on a penis-shaped pacifier. And let's not forget the vibrator attached to his tiny dick and the cum-filled diaper underneath him. Heather really knows how to break a man. "Time for dinner, Sissykins!" I sang out, connecting with Heather on FaceTime and placing the phone beside the bed.

I let out a wicked laugh as I removed the Hitachi wand from Brandon's sissy stick and pulled him closer to me, forcing his head onto my lap. With my hand covering my mouth in mock surprise, I cooed, "Oh my, look what I’ve got for you! Cuckysitter Lyndsey has your ‘yum yums’!" I pulled out a bottle from behind my back and taunted Brandi with it, pretending to be excited. "Are you hungry, sissy? Of course you are!" I held the bottle above his head, swirling its contents and sneering down at him. Poor sissy looked defeated and broken; she had long given up resisting. But this wasn't about making her submit anymore; it was all about having a little more fun and tormenting her as much as possible.

“Is my sissy girl ready for din-dins?” Heather's voice reached through the FaceTime call as I saw her sitting up in bed, with a sheet strategically wrapped around her chest and her hair in a sexy mess. "Girl, did you just finish round 3?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Round 4, actually... he finally passed out," Heather replied, raising an eyebrow at me. Smirking, I glanced down at Brandi and teased, "Good luck ever getting her to see you as a real man again, Sissy!" Heather rolled her eyes and confidently reminded Brandi that he would only ever be just a sissy doll for us girls to play with. "What's in the bottle?" I finally asked, dying to be let in on the secret. "Well," Heather laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It's a special formula."

Heather gave me a coy little smile and casually shrugged, "It's really just a liquid-only diet for Brandi. You know, little babies can't handle solid foods. And protein is essential for them to grow into big girls. Oh, and of course it's thick and creamy, but just a little salty..." She showed off a used condom in front of the camera, laughing as Brandon starred up at me in horror and humiliation.

"No freakin' way!" I squealed with excitement, almost leaping off the bed before putting Brandi's head back in my lap. Heather's grin spread across her face, very proud of herself. "She guzzles it all down, like, three times a day!" I was in disbelief, my jaw practically hitting the floor as I gazed down at the humiliated cum drinker in my lap. I turned to Heather with a shocked expression. "You can't be serious," I scoffed. "Oh, I am dead serious, sis," Heather laughed. "This is Conner's cum and that little cum slut drinks it!"

I held the bottle over Brandi's head and laughed. "Big cock, big loads I guess," I teased, swirling the contents of the bottle around again. "Look Brandi, this is what a real man's jizz looks like." Heather continued the humiliation quickly, adding in; "not like your little squrities little girl. Daddy Conner gets to shoot his real man loads inside of me, not sissy Pampers." I leaned my head in close, scolding Brandi through giggles; "You deserve this," I jeered. "You deserve to drink the cum of the man that is fucking your girlfriend. You're not a real man; you're not even an adult. "You're a diaper-wearing sissy little girl."

"Since Brandi's been acting so naughty lately," Heather giggled mischievously, "I have a special surprise for her. Look at how delicious your dinner looks, Sissy!" I dangled the bottle in front of Brandi's face as her ex-girlfriend spoke. "I've had these in the fridge for a week now. And they're extra thick, just for you. It's going to take you forever to suck all of them down!" I grabbed a handful of Sissy's hair and pulled her head back, using my elbow to steady her. "You'll be chugging all of this, Miss Pissy Pampers. All four bottles." BrandI'd eyes widened with fear and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

Heather couldn't contain her moans as she watched her sissy be tormented in front of her. "Fuck, Lyndsey, this is so hot. Watching you dominate Brandi really gets me wet," she confessed. I couldn't help but grin, knowing I had an audience. "Well, sissy, looks like you have a new role in life. Misery suits you well, loser. And if your Mommy gets tired of using you for her own amusement, maybe she’ll give you to a real man and you'll be stuck in that pink chastity device for eternity, sucking dick. You're nothing but a living sex toy now, just there to please your mommy."

"Mmm, don’t stop..." Heather's voice grew deeper as her hands moved underneath the covers. I made a note to myself to research this femdom stuff - maybe Heather would take notice. "Oooh," I murmured silently, formulating wicked ideas to make Heather hot and torment the helpless sissy. "I want to watch Daddy Conner bounce you on his strong knee," I said with an evil smirk. "I want to see that little chastity cage flopping while a real man forces you to bounce in a dirty diaper with a big plug in your sissy bottom! What do you think, babes?" I turned and looked toward my phone. Heather was touching herself, moaning softly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I want to see you bounce up and down like a little baby, moaning behind your pacifier while you feel his strong manhood against your sissy pussyâ€¦”

Heather was right on the edge of orgasm. "Oh my god," she gasped, getting hotter. "Make him suffer," she commanded as she watched me grab the pacifier from Brandi's mouth. He resisted, struggling against my grip. "Come on, sissy," I teased. "I know how much you love having a cock in your mouth, but you're just too fussy. You must be hungry," I taunted as I covered his nose and waited for him to gasp for air. And when he did, I forcefully inserted the bottle into his mouth, squeezing it, pressing against his Adam's Apple, forcing him to swallow.

"Open wide," I taunted, "here comes Daddy..." I squeezed the base of the bottle and watched Brandon's eyes bulge. “Aww, sissy, you look hungry!" I could feel him resisting, squirming in my lap and attempting to block the cum flowing from the bottle with his tongue. "Oh no you don't, Brandi," I teased, massaging his throat with my hand. "Proper girls swallow, young lady!" He struggled for a moment longer and then swallowed, realizing he had no other option. "Good girl, you swallow all the jizz like the good little whore you are!"

Heather was moaning her head off, shaking visible. She finally came, all while Brandon was just getting started on that tasty cum. I took the bottle from him and shoved it back in his mouth over and over, making him suck on the cock-shaped tip. "Aww, look at you go," I taunted. "Sucking and swallowing like a pro." Heather, still recovering from her orgasm, licked her lips. "That was amazing!" I playfully winked at her and replied, "Oh, just wait until you get home. You can really show your gratitude there."

"Mmm, show my gratitude, huh?" Heather said with a seductive giggle. "What did you have in mind?" I playfully shrugged, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I squeezed the bottle again, forcing more of the thick liquid into the sissy's mouth. "Let's see how tired you are when you get home," I wink, causing Heather to giggle again. "I would love that. But that poor girl sissy, she'll have no choice but to watch. How terrible for her," Heather said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the bottle away and squeezed it gently, drizzling the cum onto Brandi's face. "Oops!" I laughed mockingly. Then, with a cruel smirk, I smeared the jizz onto his nose and lips. "There we go, now you look like a proper little cum whore, huh?" I taunted. "Now, let it dry on your face like a good girl. Stick your tongue out, sissy. Really work for Daddy's cum. Show me how badly you want it..."

As poor little Brandi tried to keep his long lost dignity, I made him swallow the load of some other dude who was fucking his girl. Heather and I just carried on our conversation like he wasn't even there. "It would be such a pity," I snickered, forcing more cum down his throat. "If Brandi had to watch his hot girlfriend, who won't even touch him, and her gorgeous friend gettin' it on." Heather chimed in, joining in on the teasing. "Maybe we should shower together. Sissy here would have to just stand outside and listen to us."

"Aww," I pouted, "that's no fun. It would be even bitchier if we made him stand in the corner of the shower and watch while we played. Maybe he could even help us soap up and then we can clean each other off." Heather threw her head back and moaned, "Mmm, it has been quite a while since..."

I held up a finger and wiggled my eyebrows playfully. "Shh, babe," I interrupted Heather, "let's not spoil the surprise for the sissy just yet!" Heather laughed. "We really are full of surprises, aren't we?" Heather told me even more about her endless fuck session as I finished feeding Brandi her bottle and then we said our goodbyes. "Maybe you'll find out what else the big girls have been up to," I wink down at her. "She does have a birthday coming up..." Heather teased mysteriously before hanging up.

As sissy laid in my lap, I gently stroked her head. "Oh, poor little thing," I said in my sweet baby talk. "Looks like someone's had too much to drink." I playfully shook the bottle over his face and smeared the excess on his lips. "But that's okay, every cum whore loves a good facial, right?" I placed the sissy back on the bed, rolling him over onto his stomach, and stood up. "Enjoy your little nap, sissy. Mommy will probably need you to clean her up when she gets home from her date with Daddy."

The end…for now.

#humili sissi

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rhoorl · 10 months

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Working Title: Chapter 7

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?

Word Count: 6.4k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 7 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We find out what Dieter had planned for the afternoon.

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing. I don’t want to spoil anything, but here’s just a blanket “there could be adult stuff happening” warning. There is also a brief mention of body insecurity and a past toxic relationship.

Dieter motions for you to lead the way, his hand again lightly resting on your lower back. You hope he doesn't see the goosebumps that have formed on your arms.

“So, where are we going?” You try and sound nonchalant. “Are you sure I don’t need to change or anything?” motioning to your outfit.

“No, what you’re wearing is fine. I have another idea, but that would require some … changing…maybe next time. You’re good the way you are, more than good.” He looked over to you with a smirk, his eyes giving a hint of something more.

“Oh, so you are assuming there will be a next time?” you tease.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he blushes. “Uh, I- uh, sorry I didn’t me-”

“I’m just messing with you,” you lean into him, your arm brushing against his.

You make it to the front of the resort and see a car pull up. You recognize this as the same one Ari used to pick you up from the airport. The valet parks the car, gets out, and runs around to open the door for you, except Dieter beat him to it.

“Thanks, man,” he opens his hand to collect the keys from the valet. “Hey, here you go.” He fishes out a few bills from his wallet to hand over.

"Thanks, Mr. Bravo," the kid smiled before hustling off to go retrieve the next car.

Dieter turns and opens the door up further for you and guides you, closing the door gently. You could probably count the number of times a man has opened a car door for you with one hand. It wasn’t a gesture you expected, but for some reason having Dieter do it made you feel warm.

This feels nice, right? Like he wants to take care of me. Ok, hold on, you're going a bit overboard. He just opened a fucking door.

While you have this inner debate with yourself, Dieter manages to jog around the front of the car, groaning as he gets into the driver's seat.

“Are you ok?” You ask as he adjusts the seats and the mirrors.

“Nah, yeah it’s just my back, sitting all day isn’t really the best for it.”

“Oh no! Need me to drive? Do you need to get something? Ibuprofen? Icy Hot? A massage?”

Fuuck. I did not mean for that to come out. The intrusive thoughts are really winning right now. Shush.

He turns his head over to you, lowering his chin and arching his eyebrows.

“Why, are you offering?” he teases.

Your eyes bug out slightly and you feel your pulse quicken and your face turn red. Frozen, you're unsure what to say next. You want to flirt back so badly, but you feel…silly. Like, how could this absolutely stunning man be showing interest in you? There has to be something you aren't picking up on.

Moving to face forward, he clears his throat and puts the car in drive. You needed something to do with your hands so you pull your hair out of the clip and start fidgeting with it.

“So, uh, Indy said you two used to play volleyball?”

Thankful that he changed the subject, but you're also annoyed at Indy for giving him the visual of you in volleyball shorts.

“Oh yea, we played a lot when we were younger, all the way through high school. Indy wasn’t able to play our senior year because she got the lead in a play and she was too stressed out,” you recall.

Dieter cautiously weaves his way out of the resort and onto the main road as you tell him stories about playing, fondly reminiscing about all the fun you had on and off the court too.

“Once Indy found out I learned how to braid hair, it was game over,” you chuckle. “I became the designated team braider….I guess, that was when I started doing other people’s hair besides hers.” You smile, looking out the window.

"No offense, but aren't you a little short for volleyball?" He wasn't being snarky, he was legitimately asking. This was a common reaction when people found out you used to play. Indy was tall, so it made sense, but you were a good six inches shorter than her.

“I played libero, so you don’t have to be super tall.”

“Do you still play?”

“It’s been a while, but yea.”

“Volleyball players have those uh…short shorts right?” He gives you a quick glance, keeping his eyes forward and both hands firmly on the wheel.

Are his knuckles turning white?

“Ha yea, well those shorts don’t really fit the way they used to,” you laugh.

He chuckles. “I’ve been trying to be respectful, but from what I've seen I feel like you could still pull them off,” he winks.

You feel your face getting hot, unsure how to even respond to that. You look down and fidget with the hair clip in your lap, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I. Uh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Sorry, I’m a little rusty with…flirting.”

“What? No, no. Don’t be sorry!” you reassured him. “Honestly, I am too…rusty. I can’t remember the last time someone flirted with me, so it just threw me off is all.”

“Well, that’s a shame. I figured you got hit on all the time and I was just lame.”

“You? Lame?” you look over and give him a confused look. “You could never be lame.”

He laughs. “Oh I’m a dork, I guess I just hide it well,” he gives a slight wink.

“That’s not a word I would have used for you.”

“What word would you use,” he asks with that low tone he’s used a few times with you.

“Uh. Hmm.” You try and buy yourself some time to try the right word because your mind was going a mile a minute.

Hot. Handsome. Sexy.

“Genuine," whispering it to yourself.

He looks taken aback by that. “Genuine?”

“Y- yeah, you have really kind eyes and… I don't know, you seem like a really genuine guy. I’ve always thought that when I’ve watched your movies and interviews and stuff.”

“That’s…that’s really nice, thank you,” he crinkles his nose and smiles at you.

A silence settles between the two of you. Normally this would make you uncomfortable, wanting to fill in the space with ramblings, but this didn't feel awkward. Swallowing hard, you look over to Dieter who has relaxed his grip on the steering wheel to have just one hand resting at the top. He looks like he's grappling with something.

“For what it’s worth, I … I think you’re pretty genuine too.” He keeps his gaze forward but glances at you every so slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling up.

“Thanks,” you smile.

The car lurches to a stop at a red light. You’d been stealing glances at each other for the whole drive, but now he was able to look over at you without fear of driving you both off the road.

He didn’t give you the widest of smiles, it looked like he was thinking of something, but a smile did extend to his eyes. Your heart rate starts to quicken as he moved his right hand, thinking he may be reaching over to grab your hand. But, he just places his hand to rest over the gear shift, his thumb rubbing circles absentmindedly. The move isn't really meant to be suggestive you think, but your mind can't help to wonder how it would feel for him to rub circles on your cl-

Fuck, don't look at his hands don't look at his hands. Don't go there.

Hearing a honk from behind, he snaps out of it. “Oh shit, it’s green,” he chuckles as you return your gaze forward.

Other than the day you arrived, this was the first time you had been outside of the resort. You take the opportunity to look out the window at the lush landscape. There was a reason this was called the Garden Isle, everywhere you looked it was green. You could feel Dieter glancing over at you.

“Beautiful,” he says softly before clearing his throat. “Uh- it’s beautiful right?” Nodding past you towards the scenery outside of your window.

“Yea, it really is. I’m glad I get to finally see some of it…so … where are we going?”

“Don’t you like surprises?”

“I don’t really get them that often,” you laugh.

“Well, you got one last night.”

“Ha true. That was honestly so sweet of you.”

“Ah, I see what you did there…”

“Wha- oh,” you bring your palm to your forehead. “Did not mean for the pun. It was very … nice of you. Thoughtful.”

He preens at the praise.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it.”

“So, you’re still not gonna tell me where we’re going? How do you even know where to go by the way? I thought you hadn't been to this island before.”

“Ok detective,” he snorted, a smirk coming across his face. “No, I haven’t been to this island before. There’s only like one highway, so it’s not that hard to navigate. Plus, I'm great with directions.” He looked over at you, swallowing hard. “Uh, we’re probably like five minutes away.”

You thankfully settle into a more relaxed back and forth for the rest of the drive by asking about each other’s days. The car starts to slow down as he turns left onto a red dirt road. There is a building up ahead with a lot of cars in a parking lot and a sign that you can’t quite make out. Dieter looks over to you conspiratorially with an eyebrow raised to see if you have an idea of what he’s up to. You playfully roll your eyes at him and return your gaze forward. As the sign gets closer you recognize the colors and then you start to see the outline of a shape. A coffee cup? Finally, it comes into view.

“Is this the same coffee we drank this morning?” You perked up realizing it must be some farm or retail space.

Dieter gives you a big smile. “See … I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Yea, that coffee is from a local company and this is their farm.”

You shake your head, furrowing your brows as you look down at the hair clip in your hands. You chuckle to yourself. It was as if he was trying to find ways to make you smile.

Again with something thoughtful.

“What? Is this lame? Sorry…I thou-” He ruffles his hair and finds a parking spot. Once parked, he turns his body to look at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“Wha- no! Oh my goodness, no!” Wanting to reassure him you lean over and grab his bicep, giving it a slight squeeze. “This … this is so nice! I uh-”

You feel a wave of simultaneous emotions, it’s overwhelming. On the one hand, you feel giddy. It makes you feel special that he thought of something you might like, something small you both share. And that he made the effort to bring you here. But all of that care and attention made you uncomfortable. These kinds of sweet gestures – from surprise gifts to opening the car door – happened to people like Indy, not you.

Your mind goes to Ryan and the years you spent being a second thought. The time away from him, and your sessions with Carla, made you finally come to grips with how little he valued and cared for you. You had internalized this notion of being unworthy so deep into your being. Unworthy of kindness, unworthy of care…unworthy of love. Even though it had been weeks since you finally ended things, these feelings were still so fresh and right at the surface.

Fidgeting with the hair clip in your hand, you can feel yourself starting to tear up, a common reaction when you feel frustrated or overwhelmed.

“Hey, I- shit. l…" Dieter rubs his hand over his face. "I thought that you liked the coffee so much and since you drink it black you can really taste the flavor and they have a fuck ton of flavors here and maybe we can grab a few bags to take back to the hotel so we can have it in the mornings.” Dieter rambles, trying to search your eyes to see how you’re feeling. You could tell he wanted to reach over and comfort you, but he was trying to give you space.

You chastised yourself as a rogue tear fell down your cheek.

“Shit, I - I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Seeing you cry snaps something in him. He leans over to bring his hand to cup the back of your head lightly scratching your scalp, trying to soothe you. Looking up you see his puppy dog eyes working overtime as he looks at you.

“No, shit, I’m sorry” you sniffle and shift more toward him, reluctantly making eye contact.

He was so desperately trying to search your face for what he did wrong and how to fix it. He moves his other hand to cup your face, wiping the tear that had fallen with his thumb. As if almost by instinct, you lean into his touch. He was calming you down. You both stayed like this for a few moments while you kept your eyes closed, trying to breathe and collect yourself.

“Fuck. I’m really sorry,” you finally muster. Sitting back in your seat, you pull down the sun visor to see how red your face is. “Th- this was so sweet, honestly Dieter, thank you. I still want to go in, if that’s ok?”

Furrowing his brows, he gives your thigh a little squeeze. “Yea, whatever you want to do sweetheart.”

You give him a little smile. “I feel like I should explain or someth-”

“No, you don’t. I mean, if you want to I’m all ears, but don’t feel like you have to explain anything to me. We can sit here for as long as you want, or leave. It’s up to you..” He gives you a lopsided smile.

You give yourself one last glance in the mirror. “Ok, let’s go.”

“Yea? Are you sure?"

"Yea. Let's do it." You open the door, grab your bag and step out of the car.

You didn't realize that he had taken this time to get out of the car and come over to you, reaching you as you close the door. He's close and his eyes rake over your face.

"Hey, come here," he opens his arms up for a hug.

You close the distance, reaching your arms around his midsection and flattening your hands on his midback, giving a slight squeeze.

His arms come around your shoulders before he moves one of his hands up to cup the back of your neck, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head. You took in what felt like your first deep breath in minutes, relaxing into the embrace.

"Are you sure you're good? We can leave and head back, I won't mind. Whatever you want to do." You can feel his lips on your hair as he speaks. He gives you one last kiss on the head before pulling back to look at you.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you smile.

"Ok sweetheart, let's go," he keeps one arm on your shoulder as he leads the way to the building that you assume is some sort of gift shop.

"Thank you," you look up at him as you walk up the stairs to the entrance.

"For what?"

"Just…just being here." You pull away to face him. He furrows his brows, confused. "I know you said I don't have to explain, and I don't really want to right now," you gesture around. This wasn't a conversation to have in public. "But I do want to … to explain at some point."

"You take whatever time you need, I'm here," he smiles, reaching over to give you a side hug as he opens to door to the gift shop.

You walk into a retail space seeing a bunch of merchandise ranging from T-shirts and coffee mugs to cookbooks. The smell of coffee hits your nostrils as you walk in. When you were younger you hated the smell and taste of coffee, but as an adult, you’ve grown to appreciate it.

"It smells so fucking good in here." Dieter looks around spotting a wall of coffee bags. "Ooo over here." He grabs your hand and leads you over.

You look down, trying to confirm that your hand is actually enveloped in Dieter's. He readjusted so your fingers were intertwined and you feel a warmth cascade over your body. You felt safe.

Snapping out of it, you look at the wall of coffee as you both stop in front of it. He wasn't kidding, there were a ton of flavors. Still holding your hand, he starts to read off the different flavors.

"Hi there, do you want to sample any?" A young man with a name tag comes up.

"Oh, oh yeah. Want to?" Dieter looks over at you.

"Yea, that would be great!"

"Awesome, well we have our tasting bar set up outside. There's also more information about the farm out there too." The young man gestures to another door.

"Cool, thanks."

Dieter leads the two of you outside.

The next several minutes are spent sampling all of the different coffee flavors. You both come up with a little game where one of you tried a sample and attempted to guess if the other would like it or not.

You realize that while Dieter appreciated the different flavors, he was more of a fan of simple roasts, particularly the dark roasts. You, on the other hand, were reveling in unique flavors like coconut caramel crunch and vanilla macadamia nut.

When you both had your fill of the samples you head back inside to gaze at the coffee bags to choose what would be coming back to the resort. You had been a bit oblivious to this earlier, but as you head inside the gift shop you start to notice eyes on the two of you and people whispering.

You could count on one hand the number of times you had been out with Indy and she got recognized. But you can't begin to imagine what it must be like for Dieter to go anywhere in public. Looking over at him, he seems unaware of the sudden interest his presence is commanding from the other patrons.

"So, which ones should we get?" He gestures to the wall in front of you.

"Hmm…it's hard to decide, they were all so good. What about this one and that one?" You pointed to two of the varieties Dieter had gushed about outside.

"Ok and what else?"

"What do you mean what else. How much coffee are you trying to get?" You chuckle, looking over at him.

"Well, these two are the ones I liked. What about the ones you liked?" He leans in, smirking as he whispers, "I'm planning on drinking a lot of coffee. And hopefully, most of it is with you."

Your nerves come back again. "I, uh. Well, I'd hate to make you drink something you weren't a big fan of. We can get these bags," pointing to the original two you grabbed.

"Belle," he turns and lightly touched your arm. "Pick what you like. It's not like I was gagging at any of these. Sure there are some I prefer over others, but I'll drink whatever."

"Ok," you concede, grabbing one additional bag.

He gives you a side eye and tells you to pick another, so you do it. You both head over with your bags in tow to check out.

Dieter sets his bags down and then grabs the two from your hands to place them in front of the cashier, who is eyeing him like they're trying to place him.

"Wha- what're doing? I can buy those."

"No, I brought you here, it's my treat."

“Dieter, you don't have to do that."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him whispering in your ear, "I want to. So leave it."

"Well, thank you.*

“You're welcome sweetheart," he moves to give another kiss on the top of your head, looking back at the cashier with a smile. You feel an electric pulse down your spine.

"Hey, aren't you that guy fr-" the cashier starts to ask as Dieter signs the receipt.

"Ha yea, that's me!"

He spends the next couple of minutes talking with the cashier who was gushing about what a big fan they were. Dieter gives them his full attention and smiles and laughs as they chat. In the end, he asks if they want a picture.

"Oh yes, that would be awesome. Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt your date more than I already have."

"It's ok, here let's take a picture." He releases the arm from around your shoulder and heads around the counter as the cashier grabs their phone and frantically tries to unlock it. You hadn't realized how accustomed you had gotten to feeling Dieter's arm on you or having his body so close. You miss the warmth immediately.

"Thank you," the cashier says after Dieter snaps a couple of selfies, checking to make sure they looked ok before handing the phone back. "Have a great day and come see us again!"

"Thank you!" You both said in unison as you walked out of the shop.

As you make your way back to the car, he reaches for your hand. It feels so instinctive and comfortable like you have been doing this for years with each other.

He opens the car door for you again, handing you the shopping bag so you can put it on the floor at your feet. Once he gets back in and starts the car he looks over to you. "I know we had a little rough start to the visit, but I hope you had fun?"

"Wha- Ah I'm … I had fun! This was a great idea Dieter, thank you." You genuinely had fun once you settled in. "This was honestly…between the cookies and this? This was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me."

He smiles and reaches for your hand, squeezing it.

"Good, I'm glad." He glanced at the clock. "I know it may be a little early, but are you hungry? Want to grab dinner?"

"Yea, I'd like that."

Dieter had a recommendation from Danny, so he pulled up the address on his phone to navigate there.

On the way you both settle into conversation, talking about things you want to do and see on the island during your time there. You don't even remember when he did this, but at one point you look down to see his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb drawing small, light circles.

You can tell by the GPS you're close, getting excited as you see him turning toward the ocean.

"Looks like this is it," he gestures to a small hut-like building with an amazing view of the ocean. "According to Danny, this spot has awesome seafood. Shit, do you like seafood? You aren't allergic, are you? I should have asked instead of assum-"

"Hey," you grab the hand resting on your thigh."I love seafood, it's one of my favorites."

"Oh…oh yea, duh…I knew that."

You furrow your brows and look at him. "How? I haven't told you that."

"Oh, ah," he rubs the back of his neck with his left hand. "I, uh, I may have asked Indy what kind of food you liked."

"Aw, that's sweet of you. You could have just asked me, you know," you chuckled.

"I know, but I wanted to … surprise you." He offered with a sheepish grin.

Now it was your turn to give his hand a little squeeze.

You head inside, grabbing a small table outside with an amazing unobstructed view of the ocean.

After you place your orders and the server takes your menus, you prop one elbow on the table and rest your head in your hand, closing your eyes, and taking a deep breath. You smell the ocean and hear the relaxing sound of the waves.

"Are you ok?" Dieter asks with a slight tinge of concern in his voice.

Your eyes blink open. "Oh, yea. I'm just really…content?"

"Is that a question?" He laughs.

"Ha, no. I guess I don't know the word for it. Just happy I suppose," crinkling your nose and looking down at your hands.

"If it helps, I'm very…content too." He puts both forearms on the table, leaning forward slightly. He reaches his hand for yours, his eyes bouncing between your eyes and your joined hands. A small smile comes across his face.

"Excuse me," you hear a Southern drawl snap you out of your little moment. "I am such a big fan, can I get a selfie with you, hun?'

Your turn to see a woman probably your mom's age beaming at Dieter. She was holding out her phone.

Giving a charming smile he says yes, even helping her figure out how to get her camera open before he takes the photo himself.

"You are such a doll, and even more handsome in person. You're a lucky lady," she looked at me with a smirk.

"I, we're not-"

"I'm the lucky one," he cuts you off, smiling up at her.

"Well, you're both adorable. Thank you, sweetie. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Dieter watches her leave over his shoulder and then looks back at you. You have a quizzical look on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing…" you clear your throat. "Does that ever get annoying?"

"Um, I don't know if annoying is the right word…" he says looking down and fidgeting his hands. "Normally I'm fine with it. Actually, it's pretty cool to have people like my work. And, if I can help make someone's day brighter then that makes me feel good," he steals a glance at you with a smile. "Sometimes in situations like this," he gestures between the two of you, "or when I'm with my family it can get a little tiresome because I'm just trying to exist like a normal person."

You reach over and squeeze his hand.

"Well, you looked really gracious and I'm sure you made her day, hell probably her year with the way she was looking at you," you laugh.

The rest of your dinner goes by without incident, both of you easily talking for what felt like hours. Your inadvertent yawn is what spurns Dieter to ask for the check.

On the way back to the car you complimented the choice of restaurant. "That food was amazing! You'll have to tell Danny it gets five out of five stars in my book."

"Ha, well maybe you can tell him tomorrow yourself. Are you excited to get started with the shoot?"

"Yea. I feel like it's been a lot of set up and I just want to dive in, ya know?"

"Ha, yea."

The drive back was relaxed, both of you quietly thinking to yourselves. Between the food you ate and the gentle rocking of the car, you can feel your eyes getting heavy.

"Belle, hey sweetheart we're here," you hear Dieter say as he rubs your arm.

You aren't sure where you are as you start to blink your eyes open, the first thing you see is Dieter leaning over to you, coaxing you awake.

“Did I fall asleep?”

He nodded.

You bring your hands to your face, shaking your head. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry that is so embarrassing.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed it was cute. And no, you didn’t snore or anything like that. Even if you did, it would have been ok,” he says with a smile.

The valet opens your door and you step outside, Dieter meets you around the car and takes the shopping bag from you as you head upstairs.

As the elevator opens to your floor, nerves flood over you. You make it to Dieter's room first and you both stop. He turns to look at you, his eyes bouncing down to your lips and back. His hand rubs down your arm, closing the distance between you.

"Belle, can I-"

You hear the ding of the elevator and pull back from each other.

Indy and Sam spill out of the elevator, clearly in the middle of a heavy make-out session that will inevitably end up in one of their rooms, most likely Sam's since it is closer.

Dieter clears his throat loudly, giving you a side eye and a smirk. Indy and Sam pull away from each other abruptly, not realizing they had an audience.

"Oh…oh hey…Belle…Dieter!" She waves, trying to catch her breath.

"Hey, Indy! Hi, Sam!" You call back waving, trying to suppress your smirk.

Sam gives a little wave and tries to hide behind Indy, but you already clocked the bulge in his shorts.

Shit, no wonder she is losing her mind over this guy.

"Don't let us interrupt you, you all have a good night," Dieter calls over to them with a wave.

Sam seems thankful for a way out and turns on his heel to open the door to his room. Indy hurries behind him but gives you a devilish grin.

Looking back at you, Dieter smirks. "Well, I guess we know where they'll be the rest of the night."

You look from his eyes down to his lips, suddenly feeling nervous again. You want to kiss him, hell you want to do more than that. But your emotions from earlier were still very much at the surface, and it bubbles up other memories you didn't want to deal with right now.

"Belle?" Dieter snaps you back to reality. He's giving you those eyes again. He swallows hard and you can't help but track his Adam's apple as it bobs up and down. "C-can I kiss you?" He said it with such earnestness, but also a darkness behind his eyes.

"Uh, y-yea."

Your mouth moved before your brain could. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster that was reaching its first big drop, scared about what was over the crest, but wanting the thrill.

"Yea?"

You nod and he drops the bag with the coffee to the ground and slowly closes the gap between you. He brings one hand up to cup your face, the other resting on your waist. He angles his head down slightly, as you bring your hands up to rest on his chest as he finally makes contact with your lips.

His kiss is soft like he's still asking for permission. You kiss him back with a bit more fervor which gives him the cue he needs. His hand snakes its way to the back of your head pulling you in deeper. You slink one of your hands up to the back of his neck, raking the curls at the end of his hair and then lightly scratching his scalp. You can tell he likes that when he gives a small moan into your mouth.

He walks you back, moving the arm at your waist and extending it so he can feel where the wall is. He has you caged in and is pushing himself closer to you. You can feel him getting hard, which in turn fuels the fire starting to simmer in your core.

He tests his limits with his tongue, trying to gauge your receptiveness as he explores your mouth. You couldn't help the whimper that came out of you, which only made him crash into you harder.

"I've been dying to hear that sound again baby," he says as he trails kisses down your neck and back up.

You moved your other hand from his chest to cup his face, scratching his stubble and imagining it would feel like on other parts of your body.

You don't know how long you stay making out, content with being close to him. He works his way from your mouth to your jaw and down your neck, giving you little nips before coming back to your mouth. Every once in a while he'd slow down and lightly bite your bottom lip.

His hand moved to trace down your body. His palm splayed out so he lightly touched the outside of your breast as he made his way down and around your waist and cupped your ass, which elicited moans from both of you.

You wanted more, but just not right now. You needed to stop before your head got in the way and ruined things. His hand starts to inch its way up from the bottom hem of your shirt. Suddenly aware that he's getting closer to feeling or seeing more of your body you pull back, catching your breath for the first time since this all started.

He pulls back to see your face, but you cast your eyes downward. The hand that was entwined in your hair makes its way to your chin as he tilts your face upward. You both take each other in before he rests his forehead against yours.

"Was that ok?" He finally breaks the silence.

Finally getting your breath under control you manage a "yes."

"Yea?"

"Th- that was probably the best first kiss I've ever had. No, it was. That was the best first kiss I've ever had," you looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting your lower lip and nervously giggling at your honest admission.

You hadn't kissed that many people in your life, certainly not as many as Dieter. But even with a smaller pool to compare it to, you just knew that the last several moments had ruined anyone else for you for the rest of your life.

He brings both of his hands to cup your face so you can continue to look at him. "I can, without a doubt, say the same thing." He kisses you on your forehead. "And I'd like to do it again."

You smile. He's shown you nothing but kindness and sincerity, yet you still can't bring yourself to believe him. But, you kiss him back opting for actions over words right now.

"D-do you want to come in?" You feel him smile against your neck.

Pulling back, the nerves start bubbling up. "Uh, I'm uh I…"

"Shh it's ok," he rests his hands along your arm, giving small, comforting circles as you look down. "Hey, sorry. I…uh…I didn't mean to assume. C-can you look at me?" He whispered.

You look up at him and he's looking down at you with such reverence.

"Listen, I … I obviously want you," he chuckles, looking down at your body and rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable. And if tonight ends right here then I'm more than fine with that. I feel lucky I was able to get a kiss…I've been wanting to kiss you si- … well, for a while. And I'm so fucking happy you let me."

You bring your arms around his neck, and he takes that as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, settling into an embrace.

"Yea? This is ok?"

"Of course, baby," he said with a low voice, kissing you chastely on the lips.

You smile as he brings his forehead to yours, taking time to close your eyes and breathe, staying present in the moment.

"Thank you for today.”

"We should uh- we should find something to do tomorrow."

"We have to work tomorrow," you giggle, pulling back to look at him and bringing your hands down to rest on his chest.

"Ha, right, yes we have work. What time do you have to be there?"

"My call time is 5 a.m. to get everything prepped. When’s yours?"

"Uh, I think it's like 8."

"How many scenes do you have to shoot?"

"Just two I think, so shouldn't be too long of a day. Want to have coffee in the morning before you head down? Danny got me some insulated mugs so you could take one with you."

"What? That would be so early for you."

"Well, for one, I'll most likely already be up," he rubs the back of his neck. "And two, I…I can't think of a better way to start the day." He gives a small lopsided grin, a dimple showing.

You shake your head, eyes cast down. "I'm sure sleeping in is a better way to start your day."

"But I want to see you," his voice is suddenly small, the most vulnerable you've heard it.

"Ok…I'll come over at like…4:30?"

"Yea, that sounds good," he says as he gives you one last kiss which then moves into another and another.

You finally move away from each other, trying to catch your respective breaths. He gathers both of your hands in his, squeezing them before bringing them to his lips for a kiss.

"I…I’ll see you in the morning."

"Yea…sounds good," he smiles.

You make it to your door and steal a glance over before inserting your room key to unlock it. When you look, you realize that Dieter had been watching you, leaning against the wall, waiting for you to get into your room safely.

You give a little wave and head inside. Once the door closes, you lean with your back against it and take in what just happened.

Holy shit, I just made out with Dieter Bravo in a hotel hallway. After he took me out on a…date? It was a date, right?

It was late, but you needed to try and get some sleep, otherwise, tomorrow was going to be rough. You rush through your night routine not realizing it was done with a smile on your face.

As you settle into bed, you triple-check that all of your alarms are set and you put your phone on the charger. When you're finally settled in bed, your phone dings. You roll over to look, assuming it was Indy telling you not to wait up. You smile when you unlock your phone and see a text from Dieter.

DIETER: Sweet dreams, Belle. I’ll see you soon.

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A/N: This is probably the chapter I tinkered with the most so far, so I hope you like where it landed. Fun fact - the coffee place (and the cookies) are actually real companies. I’m thinking of doing a post at some point showing off all of the little references (once we visit a few more places).

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate all of the kind comments and reblogs and likes this little story gets! Thanks for going on this little journey with me. Tag list: @musings-of-a-rose / @legendary-pink-dot / @bitchwitch1981 / @mysterious-moonstruck-musings / @gracie7209 / @amneris21 / @pastelnap / @maryfanson / @sunnywithachanceofjavi / @sin-djarin / @winchestergypsy90 / @for-a-longlongtime

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #working title fic #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x you

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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Is there any Styx headcanons for the six overblot boys? I would do one ship ask for that hcs but couldn't pick much so have six of them together.

Anon! Sorry for the late reply.

Even though there aren’t a lot of characters there and it shouldn’t have taken this long, I wasn’t sure how to approach this list but also really didn’t want to skip it?? I think it ended up being partially about the six overblot boys in general or with each other, and partially about their interactions with the Styx staff. Some are more neutral, but some are surprisingly specific lol

Thank you for your patience, and I hope you like it.

Riddle – kind of post-Styx so idk if it counts?? But he really wants to continue playing videogames at least sometimes after experiencing them for the first time, and he really wants to ask either Idia or Ortho or, god forbid, Azul or Floyd, but every single option is bad. In result, he just looks longingly whenever Ace or Deuce play anything, waiting for someone to suggest him join them, so he could refuse, act like he is above it, but still sit down and play.

Leona – despite constantly complaining about wanting to sleep and “falling asleep”, Leona didn’t sleep at all during the whole Styx thing. He was just listening to whatever everyone was talking about… and contemplating the fact that Ortho basically called him a cute little kitty cat lol which affected Leona more than it should have.

Azul – the moment he was left alone in his room after an entire day of testing and all kinds of stress, the frustration seriously hit him: he couldn’t believe he was so close to a person of such high and powerful status and knew nothing about it. He misdirected his frustration at Idia at first, cursing him in his mind, but then started thinking about how powerful of an alliance they could have… in short, he ended up thinking about Idia and him getting married, and had a dream so sweet and nice that he woke up with drool all over his face.

Jamil – he is probably having the best time out of everyone here. Of course, he is super worried about Kalim, but at the same time for some reason he isn’t…? He’s just chilling. He even entertained the idea of joining Styx because a lot of their technology looks pretty convenient, and it would probably make separation from the Asim family possible… but ah no, I guess joining Styx would mean he won’t be able to travel, so he still ends up losing his freedom. Whatever then. Also, there is one staff member who got a crush on Jamil, but this isn’t surprising at all.

Vil – there are some Vil stans in Styx… there also are people who aren’t necessarily Vil stans, but enjoy being close to a celebrity. As the result, some of the staff ended up taking advantage of his vulnerable state and watching through a lot of his private memories. This violates Styx regulations, but if no one finds out, it’s all good right? Ah yes, some of them also stole Vil’s underwear.

Idia – he is kind of disappointed that Azul didn’t like his super quick shower thing. He thought that Azul, who appreciates efficiency over anything, would appreciate how quick and effective it is. What also got him a bit annoyed is the fact that Azul has some gaming experience and he didn’t tell him >:(

Ortho – since he probably has full access to every camera in Styx, he could’ve easily peeked at whatever the overlbotted boys were doing alone in their rooms. He even thought that it would be a fun idea: to see who’s watching anime, who’s just sleeping, maybe someone’s being naughty! >:3c But as we all know, Ortho had a lot of other things to do and to think about that day…

#replies #headcanons

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perfectlovevn · 3 months

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Hello, I loved playing your game so much! It had such a fun twist, and I had fun trying to find the easter eggs on my own. Also, I really liked the sound effects. They were so fun to hear! I would sometimes just click the back button to hear them again!

I wanted to ask,

What would Milo's and Eris' life look like if they never crossed paths or caught each other's interest?

What grabbed Milo's interest in Eris before the game?

And,

What ending would Eris would have gotten without the player's influence?

(I hope you have a great day/night!)

Hooray! I'm glad you liked the sfxs. I spent way more than I thought I was going to looking for them in various websites (thank god for fresound and it's creative commons sfxs). UI ones I also really like the little noises for them, it is so satisfying to hear.

For Milo and Eris, I think Eris would still continue onto finding their own Perfect Love. Someone who is probably susceptible to being influenced, though depending on who they find they may have varying degrees of success. I think it would be fun if they someone got their hands on one of the other yanderes in other yandere vns since as an MC they are pretty... indifferent to the pain and suffering of others. Makes me wonder how the two of them would end up clashing or meshing.

Milo on the other hand... I think if he never found anyone while in college, he would end up somehow as one of those salary men or something similar. He seems like he would be yelled at a lot at work and would do his absolute best. Hopefully though, he will never find someone as toxic as Eris.

My thoughts is that Milo was attracted to Eris's confidence. Eris is a lot of things, mostly bad things, but one thing that they do have is confidence not only in what they want, but how they act. I think one of the first things Milo asks them is how to be not bullied and be like them, since he's probably been watching for a bit and sees how Eris acts and responds to others. It's the complete opposite of how he is and he desperately wants to be able to stand up for himself.

Hmm, I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that? I'm guessing you're asking what path Eris would have gone to by themselves and the answer is any of them really except for the Perfect Ending. I think because the idea of their Perfect Love is so vague to everyone except them, we really have no idea what path they would have done. It's like schrodinger's cat, we can only tell by watching and it could be any of them or none of them at all. I can see Eris doing something completely not in the game either like forming a cult or forcing them to survive in the forest in some wicked way to change him. It could also just be something else entirely.

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere #yandere vn #yandere boy #milo asks #about eris #about manipulation milo

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darlingbabyboo · 11 months

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(He's beautiful 😍) love my boy so much, I needed to make this post about him because he exists rent free in my head ❤️‍🔥

Warning: overwhelming love and me inserting some ship opinions (but actually, I mention suicide briefly

First off, let me say that I wholeheartedly choose to believe that Hanma has heterochromia. The only reason that the anime doesn't show it because they're cowards

Anyways,

Starting with the entirety of his life

Because the manga severely deprived us of a backstory, I'll never forgive you Wakui it is up to me to conjure up something that makes sense

I'm saying it with all the love in my heart, Hanma has such strong fatherless and motherless energy

It's probably from neglect, I don't think he was physically abused, I just think he didn't have a lot of love in his life

He probably got his tattoos when he was insanely young because his family just, like didn't care

Also, I don't remember where, but there's a headcanon saying that Hanma's dad is a police chief and I'm deeply obsessed with that idea and I think that it actually makes a lot of sense

Like his dad pushed him away even further because he didn't want his rep ruined because of his delinquent son

Also makes sense that Hanma wasn't caught when he was a fugitive (I don't believe that he could have run from the law for that long, I mean, have you seen this man??? This clown attracts attention everywhere he goes)

It would also add up if Hanma gets bored so easily because he's a rich kid and his life's so predictable. He wants something: he'll just get it. It's absolutely horrible

If I had to guess what his mom was, I would say she either left him when he was young or she was an actress/singer (I don't know why it feels like it would fit)

Hanma probably didn't have a lot of friends growing up (pretty sure that's canonical) and the reason that he's so strange and weird is because he had a wild imagination to occupy himself when he was growing up

Got into fights because he was very possessive as a kid (he probably didn't drop that trait when growing up, let's be honest), so when he saw some other kids try to play on the playground, he immediately went into fight mode

He was born really strong, so other kids kinda stopped messing with him and they treated him really well (where he got his dream of wanting to be treated like a king and having 100 servants)

He got bored so he moved on to seeking out fights, lo and behold

He got his Reaper title

Was of course really bored until some light came into life

He met Kisaki!

I think he loved Kisaki so much because 1) Kisaki was nefarious and he couldn't really guess what he was going to do next and 2) he's literally never had a friend before in his entire life and Kisaki quickly became his best one

Like, y'all can talk as much as you want about Kisaki, but he and Hanma had something

Their sleepovers might have consisted of Hanma playing video games while Kisaki's playing with people's lives but if that'snot friendship then what is

If y'all aren't planning the downfall of your enemies with your bestie then can you even consider yourself friends???

100% believe that Hanma has called Kisaki the light of his life

Or something weird like, you're the torch in my circus act or some shit

Kisaki probably hated the nicknames but it probably just fueled Hanma even more

Lives to annoy people

Completely random but I have to insert because I will forever ship Hanmai but I choose to believe that Hanma fell more Mikey after he tried to kick his ass and then when Mikey actually did kick his ass

It just seems so Hanma to fall for someone who hates him and has beaten the crap out of him

Kisaki would make fun of him for it, I know he would

On how much Hanma knows about Kisaki's plan, I think he chooses to know very little because he enjoys being shocked

I think that Kisaki would probably tell Hanma if he asked, who would Hanma tell?

Og Timeline:

Honestly, at this point what does that even mean?

But anyways, I honestly think that Hanma would have committed suicide

He doesn't really have anyone in his life and he's going to get bored one day

It's either that or jail

Just very depressing for me to think about

Bad Toman timeline:

Hanma probably uses his connections to the police, has a lot of fun because he has a friend and can do whatever he wants, breaks lots of teeth and enjoys everyone else's suffering

Bonten timeline:

Probably just trying to survive right? Like, Kisaki was dead in this timeline (god, there are so many timelines that I might be losing track or getting them confused with each other) so it's not like he had anyone to care about him

He was also on the run

Maybe he would have gotten recruited in another gang

I think he would have gone on living in order to keep Kisaki's legacy going on like wearing some of his old clothes, wearing his glasses, stuff like that

I don't know, this one is also pretty depressing

Final timeline:

He's actually very good at photography but I think the troll in him chose to take shoddy pictures of Takemichi's wedding

It's just so him

He either overcharges or undercharges, he's just that great

I don't remember if there are any other timelines so moving on

Random stuff (will be inserting ship opinions, lol)

Probably copied Takemichi's hatred of Kisaki, doesn't know why they hate him, but okay best bud!

Will obliterate anyone who bad talks Kisaki

Low empathy and sympathy for people and he enjoys other people in pain but that's more because the world is cruel and he decided to be crueler

Shameless flirt

Would flirt with someone in a relationship, if you destroy your relationship, that's not his problem

It's not his fault that he's so irresistible

I don't think that he has trust issues because he's very perceptive (way more then people give him credit for)

Don't need trust issues when you already know what everyone has planned

Makes his birthday a really big deal (if you're with him, be prepared to get him an extravagant present because he has no filter and will tell you when he thinks a present is ass)

But also, I think he forgets if his birthday is, like, the next day

Knows that Ran and Kakucho don't like/trust him but he literally could not give a fuck

He has also grown up with people not really liking him so he doesn't care

Spends as much time as he can with them because he adores pissing people off

He would probably try to sleep with them tbh to make them hate themselves (I don't know but my baby lowkey gives off whore vibes and he already likes fucking with people so two birds one stone)

Cares very little for people's opinions

Unless those people like him, then his opinions flip completely

Him and Draken would lowkey make a lot of sense guys, like forgetting the fact that in one of the timelines he aided in killing Emma, the love of Draken's life

Think about the fact that Draken sees the best in people and Hanma definitely appreciates Draken if you know what I mean

All Hanma needs is a little love and he's good guys (don't wanna call him easy, I mean, look at him, but throughout the manga he only has one person and that breaks my heart)

Mitsuya is also in a similar position as Draken

I will not let go of Hanma having a crush on Hanma and a relationship Hanma and Mikey could be possible!!!

I'm not delusional, please guys

I think Hanma would enjoy Mikey when he's good or bad because he pretty much subverts expectations

He's small but he gives off such intense vibes

He's a serious person when he needs to be but he's also incredibly childish

He's super strong but you wouldn't expect it from someone of Mikey's build

The darkness that lies underneath those blonde locks would appeal to Hanma soo much

And I think Mikey would like someone like Hanma who's carefree, silly, and strong and has also done some crappy things and won't judge Mikey for his darker thoughts (though he may encourage him to indulge in them, but every relationship has flaws! )

I mean, c'mon guys, join me, ship them!!!!

They both crave unconditional love and I think they would give it to each other

Would do shit like name a snake cat and ask people if they want to see his pet cat (can you imagine him doing that to Chifuyu, it's gold)

Was probably an only child but if he had siblings they were probably like golden children who are 20 years older then him

Hanma gives off accident baby vibes

Judgmentally unjudgmental

If you killed someone, he wouldn't judge you for killing someone, would probably have a few comments on how bad you are at killing people and ask if you need tips

One things that's stated with his character is that he likes/admires seniors and I'm going two ways with that

He either respects that they've lived for so long

Or he had a grandpa or some other old person treat him well when he was younger (probably a teacher or something)

Fan of cartoons and childish sorta shows/movies

Finds all the murders and bloody in adult stuff unrealistic (and he would know)

Can't cook but can bake

Unlike Chifuyu, who I think can cook not bake

You guys could be a power couple, all you need to do is accept the fact that he manipulated your friend into killing your other friend

Everyone makes mistakes

That's actually so sad, these headcanons make me wish that I could be his childhood friend or something and shower him with all the love he deserves

Kazutora probably forgave Hanma because of self-hatred stuff idk

They would make each other the worst friendship bracelets ever and unironically never take them off

Then they would kiss softly on the lips

This could be a thing. Someone please make it a thing.

Second friend Hanma makes in his entire life

Hates reading but has read an astonishing number of classic books (like guys, he gets bored quickly, I wholeheartedly believe that he has tried everything)

Athletic

Has lots of domestic thoughts because he craves for that familial connection

Would not advertise that though

Probably would openly mock it

Good with kids (because he had the mind of one)

Can also see him using his free time to scare kids at the playground

Loves being spoiled, not because he likes things but because he likes the care and love received from someone

Randomly spoils those he loves with things

Horribly touch starved

Would actually be so good in a relationship because he's very devout and loyal to the people he cares about

Conclusion:

Hanma deserves good things, and I need to give it to him

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fever-project · 3 months

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All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu warriors #linked universe headcanons #linked universe warriors #fever rambles #im trying so hard to not put in stuff from my own linkmeets wars #I have two different ones and they are both different from each other and from LU wars so trying to keep all my thoughts about them separat #is a bit of a pain lol #but all wars no matter how I look at it loves fairies and I will gladly die on this hill

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It's been some time since Monaca started living with them and Nagito revealing his... new hand. A couple of weeks ago, Makoto and Kyoko had visited them to inform them about the Neo World Program being under testing. Apparently, the Neo World Program is supposed to undo Junko's brainwashing and completely rehabilitate the Remnants of Despair.

Chiaki is a bit wary, simulations like that tend to have something go wrong with them, but despite that, she is excited. If there's a chance to save her old classmates and friends, she will take it, no matter the risk.

Right now, though, she has a more pressing matter.

Getting Nagito's chain collar off. She noticed he's been trying to scratch his neck a lot lately, but couldn't because of the collar. Unfortunately, Monaca lost the key during Bing Bang Monokuma's attack and picking it proved difficult, even for Izuru.

Didn't help that Nagito resisted their attempts at getting it off. Guess that's Ultimate Despair for you... They take pleasure in things they hate. It must be so uncomfortable. He'll probably get markings on his neck from all that chafing...

Everyone's sitting on the couch playing together. Today, Chiaki had set up her Gamecube and had started up Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures. A fun 4-player game they can all enjoy. Nagito was having a bit of trouble, on account of only having one functioning hand, but was doing well enough. His Ultimate Luck may be to thank for that, or maybe he's just that good.

Unfortunately, their play session was interrupted by a notification coming from Chiaki's phone. "...Oh, it's work. I need to send in some reports, so we'll need to pause the game for a bit." In reply, Monaca started whining, "But we just got to the booooooss! Monaca doesn't want to stop playing. Big sis should ignore any Future Foundation work and continue playing with Monaca and Big Bro! ...Oh, and Mr. Stalker, I guess."

"Sorry, but I can't do that. I've been putting these reports off for a while already, so I really need to deliver them. Munakata-kun's gonna be mad if I put it off anymore." Chiaki put her controller on the table and stood up. As Monaca tried to grab at her skirt, Nagito gently laid his hand on the little girl's shoulder. "Now, now Monaca-san, don't be so impatient. Let's play another game for a little bit while Nanami-san does her work, alright? She unfortunately can't abandon her duty forever."

"Hmmm... Okay! But Mr. Stalker isn't allowed to play with us." Monaca brightened up instantly and made to swap over to the Switch. Chiaki didn't get to hear what they ended up deciding on, but could tell Monaca was happy with whatever she started playing.

She walked into the isolated corner she's fashioned into a make-shift office, and sat down at her desk to get started on those reports. After a few minutes had passed, she heard a knock on the door and steady, even steps heading to check who it was. Faintly hearing the door opening, she deciding to let Izuru handle it and focused back on the reports in front of her.

At least she planned to. "Hey! Nanami-san, Nanami-san! I've got great news! ...Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you while working! I'll just, uh, get back to you later...?" Makoto shouted as he burst into her office, almost completely covering up the sound of Kyoko dicussing something with Izuru and Nagito. ...With the occasional snide comment from Monaca. "No, it's alright. What did you come here for? Did something happen?"

"Yes! Or, um, kinda...? Nothing really 'happened' per say but... Anyway, it's good! Really good!"

"...Well, what is it then?" Chiaki was honestly getting a bit impatient, eager to get back to writing the reports so she can finally be done with them. "Um, I told you we were working on a way to undo Enoshima-san's brainwashing, right?"

"Yeah, the Neo World Program, right?"

"Yeah! It's finally operational! We can get started on rehabilitation now! Kirigiri-san and I have already made plans with Togami-kun to have the islands and the pods readied for the 15 of them! We've got boats and everything ready to sail them all over too! I don't know how no one has caught wind of it yet if I'm being honest, but everything's going super well!" His excited rambling almost managed to lose her with everything he was saying, but she somehow managed to keep up. Somehow, I doubt it's just that they haven't been caught. Someone must have noticed it by now, it's far too big an operation for no one to notice. Which means someone is trying to help cover it up. ...Could it be...?

"...Hey hey, slow down a bit. Islands? boats? Where exactly are you taking them, Naegi-kun?" Chiaki had a few questions regarding the plan, but decided to point out what she deemed most pressing. "Oh, sorry! I totally forgot to mention that! The server for the Neo World Program is located in a small archipelago in the Pacific Ocean consisting of six islands called 'Jabberwock Island'. Apparently, the Future Foundation reconstructed an old administration building on the central island into a base so they could rebuild the island." Why do you say that like you're reading it off a tourist guide? "...I'm not sure why they didn't go throught with that plan, but now we can use it to help the Remnants recover!"

"I see. And I guess you're planning on the Remnants continuing to live on the island after rehabilitation too?"

"Um, well, that's the plan, yeah! They... can't exactly just wander around freely, even after being freed of the brainwashing. The Future Foundation -no, not just the Future Foundation, the whole world wouldn't like it if we just... let them go. As much as I hate it, they did kill a lot of people. Rehabilitation can't undo all their crimes."

"...Yeah, I get that. They'll serve their time living on the island. ...Much preferable to prison, I'd say. Maybe... after enough time, they can get the opportunity to visit the rest of the world. Maybe they can help restore the world in exchange for getting to leave the island occasionally."

"...I hope we can get to that point. I'm just worried about if the Future Foundation will ever come to accept that they're rehabilitated, even long after the fact. These guys are a real stubborn sort, you know?" Makoto let out a sheepish laugh, trying to cheer himself up. "...Hey hey, are you going to stay on the island too?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, you'd need someone to watch over their recovery after the program... probably. Some of the Remnants don't seem to be doing so well, physically speaking. I ran into Owari-san during patrol some time ago and she... looked like she hadn't eaten a thing in weeks. And everyone has heard about the ones who traded their body parts for Enoshima-san's." Nagito's hand was a prime example of one such instance, but even that was far from the most disturbing one. ...Tsumiki-san will need to be kept a close eye on. Out of everyyone, her health will probably be the worst...

"Oh, yeah, you've got a point... I was considering it, but there's no way we'd get away with being gone so long. Of course, we'll take some time to watch over them after they first wake up from the program! But..."

Chiaki understood what he meant. As the leader of the 14th division, and the fact the Future Foundation already knows he has plans of some sort regarding the Remnants of Despair, there is no way he could just up an disappear. That said...

"Then, I'll do it."

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