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macgyvertape · 2 years

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Deathloop thoughts (spoilers)

Can’t find the post, but when I watched the trailers I was reminded of someone saying how if explored deeply Dishonored 2 Paolo’s immortality would either be played farcical or grimdark.

I managed to dodge all spoilers except the big one about Julianna (damn it reddit)

Crying that even on very low the game wants more vram than my 980m graphics card has

One reason I kept notes was because of the way the game requires a time commitment, if you want to progress the story you either finish an area or the time is wasted. My computer couldn’t handle leaving the game on pause and walking away for more than a short time. I would have finished the game in a shorter period of time if it let me quick save whenever, instead of only playing when I was sure I would have no interruptions. I no longer have the time to sit down and play a game through in one weekend like Dishonered 2, so if there’s a sequel then I’ll wait for it to go on a deep discount.

I didn’t want to engage with the roguelike mechanics, if I was playing carelessly I would alt+F4 out rather than lose all my progress. This is one of the games where I know I would just have a bad time on console due to being unskilled with a controller, so I’m glad I waited until most PC bugs were resolved.

Story stuff and spoilers below:

I clicked on a phishing message out of the general gaming sense to click every message, and then a deathsquad immediately got sent to me. Took a moment to laugh at myself what good game design there

Pretty nice photo of him as head of security

Ah finally residiuum explains the glowing items

The arcade machines play drunken whaler, very cute

“I see those big spankin hands colt” says frank PHRASING

I realized 2 hours in im having much better luck just fighting things out than trying to use nail gun at long range

Went to frank’s area and just ran away after sticking my hand in the thing that shuts off your powers. I just want to get used to the gunplay and level my gear not risk what I had

Got the Sepulchra sniper rifle without really trying for it, I like that I can throw grenades through windows from across the street

Really Frank is the one I’m getting the most info on, with his personal ramblings on the radio, his hand trap thing, and he was the one to give Colt the nice apartment? (later edit: hilarious how I just fought him in person once)

Lol is Egor isvisible sniping people? Lmao thats how to do it, i can hear the high calibre rounds. INTERACTING WITH THE SECURITY MEASURES ALERTS HIM!!! This level was designed as a fuck you to steatlh games (complementary). Like i hacked a bunch of turrets, got invaded by a Julliana, she died instantly, then now Egor knows im here. Sniper fight i won, what fun!!! As he begs me to leave

Egar got Colt out of an asylum? They have some sort of history? Guessing: before this even happened Colt was getting visions of the loop future or just war trauma

FUCK Fia blew up the island, all my nice things lost

I’m really judging Harriet more for being a cult leader than others, takedown was easy with invis through the lasers and nexus linking enemies

Unless the game does a sudden twist, I think its going to be tragic slowly getting to know these people but then being forced to kill them

2Bit seems to be a brain in a jar AI, the interactions at first between him and Colt were a bit bugged for me. Actually killing Charlie was easy, just look through a window in his panic room and hack his turrets

Its kinda creepy/pathetic the way Charlie has all these spliced tapes edited to sound like people like him

There are so many enemies in Alexis’ mansion, it was a pain to clear them all out to investigate everything. Basically make a snipers perch, run low on ammo and health so leave to get more then rinse and repeat several times

Julianna yelling about how Colt is a broken man who just repeats the same thing over and over again. Even though Julianna doesn’t want to break the loop how long could someone go with people just reacting the same before it gets to her

Interesting Frank doesn’t have a slab just a poorly optimized gun. Also his statement about not wanting to believe Julianna really does point to a history with Colt

The only good Rapier model is the explosive bullet one with speedloader mod

Got a Sepulchra Breteira sniper that does more damage the longer you hold down the trigger, honestly it can 1 tap with chest shots across the map, making rapier really redundant unless you need to explode something

Yeah the mod for invisibility that lets you remain invisible while shooting makes sniping so much easier

Doing the generators and the mines really are the most dangerous enemy in the game

Colt yelling “are you fucking kidding me” as i repeatedly fail the pressure plate challenges is very relatable. Yeah I’m not gonna bother trying to beat those puzzles in the timelimit.

DAMN 2Bit can hold a grudge it just broadcasted i was in the Moxie to everyone

So Colt doesn’t remark at all that he was on the rocket from these previous military experiments

At this point I have so many good guns I’m looked up the other top tier guns and none of them fit my playstyle, so I’m skipping the other weapon quests

I have 0 interest in grinding out guns or trinkets with unique perks, if I want to chase loot I can go play Destiny 2

Ah NOW Colt figures out Julianna is his daughter, but documents are saying that her mother never told Colt of the pregnancy so its a rough situation to be in. He had to have found out this before he lost his memories, wonder how it went.

Guess Colt did some fucked up torture with Frank; otherwise why is this guy behind the glass doing this elaborate trap to kill me. Atleast I didn’t have much residium since I lost it

Love other Colt’s red sweater, I wish the other fashions weren’t hidden behind PVP because I’ll never touch it

Glad that the dialogue now as I go from zone to zone is all about Colt and Julianna, situation seems messy and complicated even before Colt’s memory loss

Some of the messages between Julianna and the other visionaries (like Wenjie) its interesting to see how Julianna just plays around with them, knowing they wont remember the next day. I’m just fucking now realizing that her showing up with different slabs and loadouts means she’s killed the visionaries for them. Not enough to break the loop I bet but for fun and loot chasing.

Listening to the Aleksis doll, he really is just a Lord of the Flies Wolves style psychopath, no hidden depths just entitled rich asshole

Awwww 2-Bit upgraded me to power user. I actually wanted 2-BIT to feel better about himself not just manipulate him

Besides the reactor is there history as to why Julianna says bringing Fia was a mistake? Fias reactor gets so much easier with invis but I never did it without invis because I’m bad at stealth otherwise.

L Mirov’s argument against AEON seems based, especially if Colt and Frank were torturing people (funny how Julianna talks about it like a meet-cute)

I did the 2Bit hacking quest, and with guns I liked and healing on melee the combat was pretty easy. 2Bit sounds sooo sad with the edited tape of Charlie yelling at him, I actually feel bad

I stayed to watch their domestic dispute, then I didn’t like the idea of drowning them while I ran away so I tried to fight them which triggered the emergency flooding, went out the wrong way so lost residuum but I’ve stopped caring about that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

FUCKING forgot to go mess with Egor’s experiment so I have to run this all over again. The game isn’t consistent in marking what you have to do to delay-kill a visionary if you’ve done it once. So like an hour wasted, roguelike forced saves like this are a major downside to me. I have other stuff to do and limited free time, I just want to finish the game

2nd run was completely unspotted and after flooding the area I got a visit from “Leaver” colt, minor consolation prize for having to rerun this

For all the build up defeating the visionaries at the party was stealth snipe Julianna, some minor run and gun, then stealth snipe everyone else from the rooftop. Didn’t really use my modified loadout

Julianna says what if the loop ends and everyone is dead, I hope not but thinking there would be another ending seems overly optimistic. (Postgame edit: glad there is one last day, but without Julianna announcing it how much shit goes down before people could be warned there’s no resurrecting)

How does it work that I JUST fought Julianna but shes there at the control center???

The plane crash is a well done first person scene, doesn’t make me motion sick but deliberately disorienting for up and down. The argument they had where Julianna talks about Colt killing her over and over no shit that she’s upset with him

So the part where you go to pick up the pistols, I hesitated in that as long as possible, then when I picked it up “well I’m not going to shoot her so let’s see this cutscene play out” not even thinking about shooting in the cutscene. Then Julianna didn’t shoot either and is there when Coltwakes up, while I have a lot of questions it was very heartwarming her calling him “Dad”.

Time to look up other endings: so in my ending seems they remain in the loop but together, long term it might be pretty dark since you can’t be everything to another person, and the visionaries are basically the living dead to Colt & Julianna. Also whose to say other Versions of Colt haven’t lived this out before….

Break the loop ending: wow space/time seems fucked, also seems like Julianna and Colt’s relationship might be destroyed for good

Looking up stuff about other Visionaries since i was too busy sniping for most voicelines. Egor really has big incel energy. I also completely missed the spy sidequest and the Pick Rexly one.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 4 years

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 19 | S.R.)

Summary: Reader and Spencer share the night together following her doctor’s appointment. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, daddy kink, Adults w/ Age Gap (10yr), spitting kink, unprotected sex (creampie), vague mention of subdrop, aftercare included Word Count: 6.2k

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There was something about the BAU bullpen that felt like another world. The open layout and the way it could shift from frantic rushing to bored silence in seconds sometimes made me feel like I was the most normal person contained within its walls. It was a rare sight, to see me there, and for good reason. I didn’t like to be there, considering most of my time there had been spent being questioned about homicide.

But it wasn’t like that, not that morning. I’d finished my doctor’s appointment early enough that I could hopefully locate the elusive Dr. Reid before he took off for lunch. And sure enough, just as I excitedly bounced over to his desk, I heard the ever-excited, yet comforting squeak of my boyfriend as he returned with a freshly poured cup of coffee.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he practically yelled through a smile, rushing over to drop the mug on his desk. He couldn’t do it fast enough and barely made it. Once the mug was barely safe on the desk, his arms raced to wrap around me.

I giggled at the enthusiasm, considering it’d only been a couple hours since I saw him. But I was ecstatic to be with him and share the news I’d tucked away to keep safe on the way over. It was too much to bear by myself for long, and I knew he would be happy to help carry the load.

“I finished my appointment early and since I was in the neighborhood, I wanted to come see my boyfriend and give him the good news in person.” I explained. Spencer eyed me cautiously, careful not to get too far ahead of himself. I looked back with what I’d hoped was a cheeky grin, but I had a feeling it just turned into a goofy, toothy grin. Just as Spencer figured it out and his eyebrows shot up, another voice joined us.

“Mia stellina!” Rossi boomed, the bass carrying through the room like it always seemed to. It was the kind of joyful exclamation that demanded your attention, no matter how dark the circumstances surrounding you were. I knew that from personal experience.

I laughed again as he enveloped both me and Spencer in a hug that the latter only kind-of-sort-of cringed away from.

“Reid didn’t tell us that you were coming in today! I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

I snorted at the implication, stepping back to buy back my breathing space. “You’re never a bother, Rossi.” And I meant it, even if he had just interrupted mine and Spencer’s very important conversation. I could table it for a moment, though. There hadn’t been many chances for me to talk to Rossi since the hospital. Although he'd visited less frequently than Derek or Hotch, he'd still come by often enough for me to miss him. He was, by far, the most unique member of the team. People always assumed it would be Penelope, but I stuck with my contention that it’s the quieter ones you have to keep an eye on. Not that Rossi didn’t love to talk, and especially when it granted him the ability to name-drop.

“This is why I like you,” he casually reminded, waving off a slightly offended Spencer on his side. “And I trust that Reid already told you about the plans for next weekend.”

As soon as I turned to look at Spencer, he immediately looked away.

Luckily, Rossi wasn’t obtuse and quickly recognized the display of guilt. “I stand corrected.”

“What plans?” I butted in before either of them could speak. Spencer grimaced at the monotone, as he was fully aware of the level of annoyed it signaled.

“I told him to extend you an invite to the next family dinner, but it seems like he’s selfishly planning on keeping you all to himself.” Rossi’s playful tone was his way of requesting I give Spencer a break, but I wasn’t in the mood for forgiveness just yet. After spending months trapped in my bed, I was always looking for an excuse to talk to anyone that wasn’t my roommate. And when it came to the team... I mean, they were like his family. It made sense I wanted their approval, right? Or was I really, honestly just seeking the approval of men like Hotch and Rossi because of my “daddy issues?” And oh, god, I didn’t want to delve into that psychology.

“How rude,” I deadpanned, instead, elbowing Spencer’s side just enough to elicit a pained exhale and an explanation.

“I was going to tell her. I was just waiting until we actually knew when it was going to happen.”

“He’s lying,” I told Rossi, earning a very adamant, denial from Spencer in the process that I brushed off. We both did. The pout that immediately followed was harder to ignore, but I could be strong.

Honestly, it was just funny to see him in this environment. When he was alone with me, he was usually the one in charge, but at work, Spencer was hardly that. It was the only chance I had to tease the ever living shit out of him with little chance of immediate consequences.

“Yeah, he’s lying,” Rossi easily deduced, waving a dismissive hand at Spencer before continuing, “But luckily, you were here. And whenever it happens, I hope that you’ll be there, too. It’s important for you to have a chance to socialize with us outside of the job.”

I smiled, finally looping my arm around Spencer’s to hopefully ease the pain caused by being ignored. Rossi, however, didn’t seem to be on the same wavelength, considering he gave another quick quip. “Hopefully you’ll bring the kid with you,” he teased as he turned away, pointing to the notably older and larger man at my side.

“How am I the kid in this scenario?” Spencer muttered under his breath, the pout still on his face, and still just as cute.

“Will do, Rossi,” I happily chirped.

“Thank you, stellina.” Rossi said with a wink, casually bringing both hands to his lips to blow each of us a kiss.

Once Rossi was fully out of earshot, Spencer sighed in resignation. He had complained before about the fact that the team had immediately felt comfortable with me, contrary to his own experience. But of course, it wasn’t fair to compare. I'd come into their lives piggybacking on their close relationship with him. Spencer didn’t see it that way, though.

“Why do you get a nickname?” he grumbled, dropping his head to the side to rest atop mine.

I didn’t let him rest there long, pushing him back away from me so that I could stand before him again. With my fingers under my chin, I flashed the brightest smile I could while dramatically emphasizing, “Because I’m a little star.”

Spencer looked down at me with a gentle adoration, his hand coming up to brush over my cheek. My face followed after him, desperate for any contact he could offer in the sterile environment. It didn’t really make much sense how touch starved I was; it wasn’t like he hadn’t touched me over the past couple months. Or even that he'd touched me any less-- if anything, it had been more.

But then again, how could I ever get enough? I was certain Spencer would call me spoiled, and in many ways, I was, but I didn’t care. If I could find a way to bottle up the way I felt when he held me, I would. Lord knows there were so many times when I'd needed it and he wasn’t there. I wouldn’t ever admit that to him, though. What would be the point?

He couldn’t always be there. Sometimes he would have to leave.

Unaware of the dramatic monologue in my head, my boyfriend sighed. His lips pursed again while he watched my eyes soften the longer that he held my face. “You certainly are little,” he concluded. I knew he wanted to say more but feared doing so might lead the conversation down a path less suited for work. Although, what I had planned wasn’t exactly work appropriate, either.

“You know we’re definitely going, right?” I replied, peeking my tongue out from behind my lips.

With a loud groan, he took his hand back like the question had burned him. “Fine,” he conceded before quickly shifting the conversation, “but I’m more interested in what you came here to tell me. How did your appointment go?”

“It went very well. I got wonderful news,” I beamed. There were many idiosyncrasies of Dr. Spencer Reid that I absolutely adored, but one of my favorites happened to be the one where his eyebrows jumped halfway up his forehead, his eyes going wide with a curious glint. Just like they did then.

“Does this news mean you’ll be staying at my place tonight?”

“It can…” As I spoke, I wrapped both of my arms around his arm and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, “unless you want to take a long lunch break and get a head start.”

“Someone’s eager,” he replied with a snort that didn’t sound nearly as promising as I’d hoped.

“Can you blame me?”

Before I could sulk too hard, he poked me on the forehead and chuckled at the resistance I gave to the action. “Lunch, unfortunately, would not give me enough time for what I want to do to you,” he practically purred in a barely-there whisper against my ear. “When I get home, I want to find you on my bed with nothing on. Do you understand me, little girl?”

“Yes.” I had to stop myself from making too much noise, but a pathetic whimper slipped out before I could stop it.

“Good girl,” he whispered with his retreat, “I’ll see you then.”

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for the hours to pass me by. I couldn’t stay at the BAU for long, recognizing a sudden shift of energy as JJ began rushing them into the office right before I left. At first, I thought it was a case, but Spencer assured me it wasn’t. He promised me that he would be home that night, and that I didn’t need to worry.

But the hours did not fly by; they took their sweet fucking time. I didn’t even bother waiting in the bed for most of them. I honestly spent nearly 8 of them rifling through the shelves in his living room, looking for a book that was both from this century and actually in English.

After I’d rifled through his cupboards and realized that he didn’t have any food, I went to the grocery store and bought food, returned, unloaded the bags, cooked and ate dinner before I came to one simple conclusion:

Spencer Reid was a filthy goddamn liar.

That was my admittedly grumpy thought when I finally crawled into his still empty bed in his even lonelier apartment. His pillow smelled enough like him that I could hug it and pretend that I wasn’t waiting for someone who was probably not going to come back anytime soon. I thought about going home, but I decided being lonely in his bed was better than being alone in my own.

My temper tantrum kept my face sulkily buried in his pillow, so when my phone started to ring, I didn’t notice it. I didn’t notice much of anything, and before I knew it, I’d drifted off into a world where Spencer could keep his promises because his job didn’t suck.

Of course, even in my sadness my mind drifted to other memories spent there. I’d fallen back into the loop of memories of the last time we were together. I could almost feel his breath against my thighs and his hands raking over my hips. And like it always seemed to, reality and fantasy began to blur. Spencer’s hand on my thigh felt so hot, I was burning beneath it. My whole body tensed, my back arching in the hopes of finding him.

I wasn’t sure which woke me first, the low, gentle chuckle, or the whisper in my ear.

“Maybe I should change your nickname to Aurora.”

I sat up before I even registered the words. Reacting to his voice alone, my arms were already around him and dragging him back down before he could say anything else.

“You’re home!” I shouted, groggy but happy to not be alone. If I’d looked at the clock, I would have seen the hands pointing to the early hours of the next day, but it hardly mattered anymore. All that mattered to me was that he was there, in my arms.

“I guess it’s my fault for not specifying that you should be awake when I got home.”

Answering him with a sloppy, sleepy kiss on the lips, I relished the way he couldn’t stop himself from laughing through it. “I’m awake now,” I answered with a very poorly timed yawn. It luckily didn’t dissuade him, and his hands quickly worked up over my hips and beneath the sheer negligee I’d worn to bed hours earlier.

“What’s this? I could have sworn my instructions were to not wear anything,” he chastised with a smile.

“I don’t follow instructions. You already knew that,” I mumbled back. It wasn’t until I ran my hands through his hair that I realized that he’d already stripped down to nothing before waking me up.

How considerate.

His curls seemed so much longer than before, and the movements seemed to distract him enough to grant me some mercy. We both knew why I didn’t want to be naked yet. And it really was a ‘yet.’ I truly believed that I’d eventually be able to own my body again, but that point just seemed so far in the future. Spencer didn’t want to push it. Not that night.

“I’ll let it slide this time.” He shared the words with kisses over my jaw and neck, his hands growing hungrier by the second. They skipped straight from my hips to my chest, grabbing hold of my breasts through the thin fabric. He was almost out of breath already when he murmured, “Before we do anything, you have to promise me you’ll stop me if it hurts.”

“I know, Spencer,” I droned, but he kept going.

“I mean it. Any sign of discomfort, you have to tell me.”

“I know!” I shouted with a laugh, struggling to push him away while he continued to cling to me. Finally having managed to do it, I promptly fell back onto the pillow. As I rolled my body over to lay flat, I managed to grab hold well enough that I could pull him over top of me. “Don’t ruin the mood!”

He stopped to admire the sight before him. All I could see, though, was the way he looked at me. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, and I wondered what he saw when he looked at me like that. He looked at me like he loved me so much he wanted to break me. I wished he would.

“How could I ruin anything when you look so fucking perfect laid out in my bed for me?” He growled, his nails dragging over the sensitive skin of my chest.

I couldn’t tell if it was his intention or some kind of Freudian slip, but I was reminded of the day I marred his chest with a necklace-shaped mark in a very similar fashion. The memory made me giggle. “I’m not so innocent.” The understatement of the century.

“Maybe not, but there are still a lot of things I’ve yet to show you.”

I was waiting for the but. I knew it was coming.

“But for now, we’re going to go slow.”

And there it was. I thought to myself how ridiculously unfair it was that having a good boyfriend meant actually being able to rely on them to take care of you. Even armed with the knowledge of my masochistic tendencies, Spencer was too scared to seriously hurt me. Thankfully, though, he wasn’t scared enough to stop him from sliding his hand up my thigh and slipping his finger into my drenched heat.

“The question is how slow?” he teased, recognizing from the rocking of my hips that I was more than prepared to have him then. “How much should I torture you, little girl?”

“Please,” was the only word I could whine at first, but I still saw too much restraint in his eyes. I knew that if I didn’t convince him now, I might be there for hours before he gave me what I wanted. It wasn’t the worst idea, but judging by his already bloodshot eyes, I figured I might as well speed things along.

“Please, daddy,” I whimpered much louder, tilting my hips up to present myself to him. I could feel his erection pressed against me, his palm pressing down as he struggled to decide if he even wanted to keep me in place. I could see that desire to destroy me return to his eye with a vengeance. He knew that I was challenging him, but then again, when did I not?

“Take care of me,” I begged. That was the way I succeeded in breaking Spencer; in turn, he would break me.

He grabbed my legs so quickly and roughly that I was almost dizzy with it. Wrapping them around his own hips, he lined himself up and began dragging the head of his cock over my sex. Low and wildly shaking, Spencer’s words were only barely audible over the sound of the blood rushing in my veins.

“Are you ready?” he asked, like my answer would ever change.

“Yes!” I shouted, nodding like my words wouldn’t be enough.

Spencer had barely waited for the confirmation. Inch by inch, he slowly stretched me open like it was the very first time he touched me. His movements were so precise, so gentle and undoubtedly tender, that I thought I might actually cry.

I had almost forgotten what it felt like when he touched me like that. I would never admit it to him, but with every passing second, I could feel the love rushing back to me. That connection that had felt strained was reinforced and reasserted.

He just felt so fucking good. And apparently, Spencer had similar thoughts in mind.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his head falling forward to knock our foreheads together. There was clearly so much effort going into not hurting me that I just found myself hoping he was still enjoying it. That train of thought made it more difficult when his next question came. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels so fucking good,” I sobbed, and it was the truth. My hips, though already growing tired thanks to the months of disuse, struggled to try and take more of him. And even when he was fully inside me, I still cried out to him. “Please, Spencer!”

“Be patient,” he said with a grunt, his hips pulling back just enough for him to slam into me with more force. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

The words made a swarm of butterflies burst through my lower half that already felt so full with him. The statement just sounded so perfectly selfish in a way I’d been dying to feel for months. I wanted him to reap the rewards he’d so obviously earned. I wanted to give them to him, really, but I just couldn’t make it too easy. It wasn’t our style.

“So it’s not about taking care of me anymore, is it?” I pouted, although my lips quickly parted again as Spencer increased his pace in response.

“Are you not satisfied, little girl?” he teased, reaching up with one hand to wrap around my hair, forcing my head back among the pillows while he started to drive into me at a reckless pace. “Do you need me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes!” I yelled, my hands reaching for him, digging into his skin and bringing him closer to me. “I want it. Give it to me.”

Whether he sensed the desperation in my voice or simply couldn’t hold it back any longer, Spencer showed an uncharacteristic level of mercy on me. He barely protested at all before giving into my demands. Holding my head back in that same craned position, he laid sloppy kisses over my throat before whispering, “My little girl gets whatever she wants.”

There were no more words on my mind besides his name, which I recited over and over like a prayer. Each time he filled me, my eyes could barely stay open and my lips were nearly bruised from my constant biting. It was easy to forget that the rest of the world existed— that it was past midnight on a weeknight and everyone in the surrounding apartments would probably fucking hate us.

But Spencer didn’t seem to care either. Well, that’s a misstatement. Spencer definitely cared about my volume, but he didn’t care about other people not being able to hear it. He made that quite clear when he gripped my lower jaw in one hand and pulled it down, forcing my mouth open for him.

He had that look in his eyes again. The one that told me there were entire worlds in his mind that I hadn’t seen. Deeply hidden desires lurking just under the rippling surface. I wondered how far they went and just how much Spencer would hurt me if I could convince him to.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered through clenched teeth, his jaw tensed and eyes still burning. There was a hurricane happening behind those hazel rings, and I wanted him to let it out.

I didn’t know how to ask him to do that; to convince him to break me even while I lay before him already broken and barely keeping it together. I did the only thing I could think to do with his hand still holding my mouth open to him and presented my tongue to him.

Spencer tried to remain composed and stoic as ever, but his body betrayed in him the same way it always did. His eyes. From the second they flickered down to see what I was asking for, his pupils blew out and swallowed the comforting toffee color of his irises.

With an even darker tone, Spencer chuckled, “You’re a filthy, greedy bitch.”

It’s hard to explain how much the words filled every part of my body. The way goosebumps rippled over my skin and an undeniable, almost unbearable heat burned at my face. It only got worse when Spencer finally did as I asked, gathering the saliva in his mouth just to drop it into my own.

The second it hit my tongue, I felt so irrefutably his that I was high with it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I swallowed between hungry gasps for air. And when it was over, I presented my tongue to him again.

I did so good, sir. Please tell me that I’m good, sir.

There were no words, but Spencer praised me in his actions. He lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding against mine until our mouths were connected in the basest manner. For all the destructive power he held, he kissed me so softly. He still kissed me like he loved me.

Neither of us lasted much longer. Spencer’s hand slid from my jaw to rest on my neck, and a moan tore through my chest. Even though he applied no pressure, the casual reminder of what he could do to me was all that I needed. I lost myself in the bliss of him, my hands tangled in his hair and holding his mouth against mine even when I couldn’t kiss him anymore.

His eyes watched me, still covered in the blackness of his pupils and that animalistic desire to claim me however possible. I watched those eyes the entire time I came, wanting to both grant him the submission he deserved while also selfishly wanting to see the control I had over him, too.

Spencer kept his eyes open as he followed after me, unable to resist the calling of my body, begging him to mark, use, and fill it however he pleased. I watched his eyes roll back ever so slightly, his breath hitching as he pulsed inside me in tandem with my walls that held onto him for dear life.

I was his. I'd known that before, but how easily I’d forgotten. How quickly I’d let some stranger and some lead lay claim to me and make me believe that I could be anything but Spencer’s beautiful little girl.

When all semblance of fight left our bodies, Spencer still managed not to collapse on top of me. Apparently not even me letting him spit in my mouth was enough to convince him I was alright. I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him down on top of me, feeling the comfortable weight of him holding my chest down to more manageable breaths.

That was all there was for a while; our heavy breath breezing over sweat-covered skin as we lay tangled together under the sheets. I soaked in the feeling of slightly uncomfortable bliss, enjoying the way that we didn’t care if it wasn’t perfect because it felt close enough to us.

“I missed this,” Spencer said under his breath. It was a rare showing of selfish honesty— the first time he’d admitted to me that he had been having to hold part of himself back for months. He hadn’t been able to love me like he wanted, either. He might have been worried that I would take it the wrong way, but in reality, I had never felt so relieved to hear it.

“Me too.” I returned, trying to assuage his guilt as much as I could. I knew it wouldn’t do much, but I needed him to understand how grateful I was to share the moment with him.

Then again… They do say that laughter is the best medicine. So with a bit of a giggle, I mumbled, “Not so much the next part, but this one, yeah.”

With a small, sleepy chuckle, Spencer slurred against the pillow, “You’re such a romantic.”

“Says the asshole who doesn’t have to get up,” I reminded him. I struggled to move underneath him as he seemed to drop even more dead weight on top of me.

Like I said: Asshole.

“I wish you didn’t have to get up. I don’t want to let you go yet.”

I rolled my eyes, continuing to push at his stubborn shoulders while huffing back, “It’ll only be a few minutes, Spencer. The bathroom is right there.”

Nuzzling his face into my neck, he mumbled back, “Too long.”

“I can never tell if you’re more of an old man or a big baby.”

“I don’t know, let’s stay here and talk about it for a long time,” he answered with a laugh. I hated the fact that I laughed too, my attempts to shove him off finally ceasing. He pulled his head back, looking at me with all the love in the world.

I wasn’t ready for him to look at me like that. I couldn’t explain why, but the idea of him loving me still felt so terrifying. That fear was compounded by the realization that he might see it.

“Get up, idiot,” I replied to hide that emotion. It also helped to distract me from my own thoughts, and I ended up biting on my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. It didn’t work.

“You’re so mean to me,” Spencer whined as he slowly removed himself with a small grunt.

“Only when you deserve it.”

Normally I would have eagerly gotten up myself, but I realized then just how painful it was to move. Spencer watched me with a massive, overwhelming guilt that formed before I could even think of how to prevent it. I decided it wasn’t worth it to try. It wouldn’t work. I just let him guide my legs off the bed so that I could shakily stand and shuffle off to the bathroom.

The best part about the time alone was being able to pull myself together and massage the angry scar tissue.

It won’t always be like this, I reminded myself, we can be beautiful again without it hurting.

That was the pep talk, anyway. It was the thing that got me back into the room and under the covers. Curling up by his side was like nature’s medicine. All of my muscles relaxed against him... until he turned around and ruined the perfect comfortable position.

Groaning in the least attractive manner, I pouted the entire time we readjusted. But despite my protests, Spencer looked as happy and comfortable as ever. Plopping my head back down on the pillow, I narrowed my eyes at his contemplation.

“What?”

“L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle,” he answered, which really only led to my confused face shifting to confused and incredibly turned on again. But one word in particular sounded familiar, as reminded by Rossi earlier in the day. Or rather, the day before.

“I recognize that last word. What are you saying about me, Dr. Reid?”

“It’s the final line in Divina Commedia by Dante Alighieri.” He was doing that cryptic thing again, having apparently not learned his lesson that I would always beat the answer out of him eventually, one way or another

Through a yawn, I mumbled, “What is that, Dante’s Inferno?”

“Well, Inferno is the first section, but I’m quoting Paradiso, which is the third and final installment of the overall work.” And apparently, he was also doing that thing where he taught me really interesting new things when I definitely did not have the brain capacity to understand or retain the information. We both knew I would have to Google it later, so there was no point in lingering.

“Okay, so what does it mean?”

Spencer paused, his gaze sweeping back and forth across my face like he was searching for the proper translation. Like the real answer he sought was something that could only be seen by his eyes. Eventually, he settled on a simpler and equally romantic response.

“It’s the way he describes the piece of Heaven he saw.”

But that still wasn’t good enough for my constantly curious self. It might have been the brat in me, but it was almost like he was avoiding the direct translation. Like I wasn’t smart enough to come to my own conclusion about it. “I’m going to keep asking until you answer me,” I droned, more reminiscent of a nagging two year old rather than a twenty year old.

“Spoiled,” he remarked, lightly tapping on my nose before he sighed. “It means ‘the love which moves the sun and the other stars.’”

I thought about the words for a minute. Or rather, I thought about trying to think about the words. Unfortunately, my exhaustion and blissed-out brain got the better of me, and the beautiful words whispered, in English this time, went in one ear and out the other. Spencer was giving me a smug little smile, like he could see my cluelessness written on my face.

“I like the Heaven explanation better,” I sneered, trying not to let him win this one just yet. But it was obvious from the way his smile grew that he’d already won.

“Yeah, I knew you would. You just had to keep asking.”

Snaking my hand around his waist, I pulled myself flush against him. “I’m a very curious kitten, Dr. Reid,” I purred, gently rubbing our noses together in a very successful attempt to distract him from gloating.

And in a brief flash of self-awareness, I realized how utterly normal I felt. It wasn’t just average; unlike the domestic moments we’d shared over the recovery, this one felt so... natural. There was nothing foreign about his hand on the small of my back, and the rhythm his fingertips tapped felt like a lullaby I’d heard a million times before.

“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” Spencer whispered, breaking me from the brief aside and back into the present.

“I’m pretty sure you’d have me in any form.” I didn’t laugh yet, but once Spencer joined in, there was no hope left for me.

“Yeah, probably, but you don’t have to point it out!” he whined.

I watched as the color started to form on his face, first starting with his ears and nose before spreading out across his cheeks. That blush, still visible in the dim light, was still one of the most beautiful things in the world to me. I never tired of it. Paired with his embarrassed giggles mingled with my own, I felt the undeniable and overwhelming emotion that could only be described as ‘love.’

When the laughter finally ceased, it was just the two of us in silence again, although now we were so close together that we might as well have been one person. It felt that way sometimes. Not like one might think— it was not the supposedly romantic but strangely depressing idea that we aren’t whole without another. It was more like knowing that I would never be more myself than I was when I was in his arms.

Comfortable. Safe. At home.

“Spencer?” I spoke before he could fully close his eyes that he somehow kept open for me.

“What’s up?”

“Thank you.”

That seemed to wake him up, which was not at all my intention. In fact, I'd hoped he wouldn’t respond at all and let the words stand. But he must have heard the hidden message behind it, the fear that all good things must come to an end.

“For what?” he asked. His hand on my back started to make soothing strokes under the negligee, reasserting his presence with me.

I considered answering. I thought about word vomiting all of my fears of inadequacy and broken promises and a future of settling for me. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t ruin the moment with such stupid things. The feelings would pass with enough time, right? I didn’t want to bother him with it. I didn’t even know if the problems were problems at all.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m happy and I love you,” I said, instead.

Spencer still saw that I was hiding something, but we were both too tired to push it. We could always talk about it in the morning if we remembered, which I was hoping we wouldn’t.

“I wish I could help you understand how much I love you,” he murmured, removing his hand from my back to trace my jaw. “I can tell you that I want to marry you and raise a family with you but… I don’t think it’s enough.

My stomach immediately dropped. It fell so hard that I actually flinched from his hand, my face twisting into an even more obvious grimace. If my hope was for Spencer to sleep, I’d made a grave error. He immediately shot up onto his arm, cupping my face and inspecting my eyes for any persisting sign of pain.

“What’s wrong?” he pressed, his eyes bouncing back and forth between my stomach and eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Nothing is wrong!” I squeaked, my hands flying to his shoulders to pull him back down. “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

Our eyes locked in a challenge; a silent back and forth of wills and pleas. And eventually, Spencer started to lower back on the pillow. He’d let me win this one.

“It is past your bedtime,” he said with only a whisper of defeat in his voice.

“It’s past every normal human being’s bedtime, Spencer,” I said before turning away from him in the hope that it would make that concern in his eyes hurt less. It didn’t.

“And you think I’m the old man,” he joked back, snuggling up behind me and sighing into my neck as his hand rested on my hip. “Goodnight, little girl.”

So soon after he spoke, he was already asleep. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so simple for me. Even in his sleep, Spencer’s hands found their way to my stomach. His fingers spread over the expanse of skin like the scars didn’t exist at all. Like it was just as perfect a placement for him to hold onto me as it ever was before. Spencer had a tendency to hold me with so much love that I no longer felt capable of containing it.

It was... suffocating. It took my mind back to images of his blood soaked hands in much of the same position. His hands felt foreign again, and I felt even further away. Like Spencer wasn’t actually there, and neither was I. All that he was holding onto was memory instead of me.

He said he loved me, but he didn’t say why. The only answers my mind would consider were things that had already died months ago. Things that his hands and kisses couldn't fix.

I couldn’t ask him why. I was too afraid of the answer.

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| Part 20 |

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yayteaberry · 3 years

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*SFW* Wildflowers (Bakugou)

He hadn’t shown it, but he was very angry with you. An inordinate amount, yet there wasn’t room to do much about it without looking insane.

Your quirk wasn’t something he didn’t notice, it was manipulative and sneaky. The quirk was certainly notable in that he’d never heard of it before that point, someone producing pheromones to influence the people around them accordingly was a powerful thing to have on your side.

But for someone who was trying to become a hero, you had a seriously sadistic sense of humor. He didn’t notice it at first but now it was becoming a problem.

Obviously, you were toying with him.

The reason? He couldn’t say, there wasn’t any discernible gain beyond embarrassing him. Maybe that was the end goal then - keep him from his top performance by distracting him. In the span of two months he’d gone from refusing to memorize any names, to knowing your schedule like the back of his hand, and that was a major problem. It was an unintentional side effect, he wanted to be sure of wherever you were so he could try to prepare himself for your fuckery.

He spent a lot of time trying to recall if he’d known you in the past, why you would torture him like this. Though he never dredged up anything meaningful, at no point before UA had you even attended the same school as him.

At first it was a light annoyance, something he could dismiss as initial nerves brought on by someone who could have power over him.

But it was getting unmanageable, he was wasting his time thinking about your dumbass when he was supposed to be focusing on his studies or counting the number of pushups he was doing.

You can’t be worth all this stress and attention, he knows there has to be an outside source. Why on earth would he feel this way otherwise? Somehow you’ve managed to become his greatest annoyance but also the one person he never minds being around.

Somehow, pft, it was obvious that you’ve been using your quirk to keep him from being a threat, keep him away from being better than you by softening him up.

The worst part of it all was your own passiveness. You acted like you didn’t even know him while doing this to him, rarely looking in his direction and never speaking to him unless spoken too.

He was losing control of his own thoughts, getting visibly upset whenever Kaminari said a single thing about you. For his own sake he just chalked that talk up to Kaminaris delusional teenage antics, as if you’d ever give that freak the time of day. Why did he care? Why should he care? He never felt anything in that degree when Kaminari picked anyone else, what makes you so radically different?

Things were getting messy for him, blurry and confusing, too many questions piling up that had only one answer. You were ruining his mind with your stupid quirk. It’s your own fault! You’ve infested his soul at this point, rewiring him to brainwash him into doing whatever you ask.

Today was the last straw, he can’t take this anymore! Every day he just waits for you to ask him for whatever you’re building up too, knowing in his heart that you’re about to take advantage of what you’ve been planting within him. He’ll be damned if you turn him into a cowering sidekick.

The moment he knew for sure you’d be in your dorm, he made a plan.

Well, ‘plan’ being the surge of adrenaline that filled him at the prospect of tiptoeing around you for the rest of his time at UA, potentially even once he became a pro.

He decided he’d confront you, make you stop, and everything would go back to normal. After this he could finally resume his climb to #1 without your claws pulling him down.

It’s that thought he repeats to himself like a mantra as he speed walks over and kicks the door of your room wide open.

You yelp and nearly jump off your bed, the combination of being scared like that and seeing the boy responsible nearly ejecting your soul out of your body.

“I’m sick and tired of your fuckin’ bullshit!” He stomps inside, kicking the door a second time to close it.

You stifle the urge to scream, scrambling away until your back hits the wall, hands up as you try to defuse the situation. “Wait, wait! Hey now w-whatever you think I did, I swear I didn’t, if you’ll let me-”

“Shut the fuck up! There’s no hypothetical here, you’re fucking with me for fun and if you don’t stop it right now I’m gonna kill you!”, he curls his lip up, sparks lighting up in his palms as he tries to force a confession out of you.

“... What?” You’re completely lost, letting your confusion show as your shoulders drop.

“Don’t you ‘what’ me! Keep playing ignorant and see where that gets you!”, he raises his voice up another notch, taking a step forward. “I’m not an idiot like the rest of those extras, I see what you’re doing! You really think someone as smart as me wouldn’t notice!?”

“I never said you were an idiot! But I swear to god I have no idea what you’re talking about!” You spout anxiously, pulling your knees into your chest, feeling fully cornered.

He just rolls his eyes, closing the gap between him and the edge of your bed. “Oh so now you act all pathetic when I call you out on it to try and get me to feel bad? It isn’t gonna work! I-!”

When he inhales he catches onto the smell in the air, eyebrows knitting together as he feels an instant calming effect from it. “... The fuck?”

“That’s my quirk, that’s what it smells like when I want someone to calm down,” you shakily explain, still holding your hands out like you’re going to have to push him away, sending out as much relaxation pheromones as physically possible.

His shoulders roll back and he stops making his standard ugly expression, face zeroed out in a way you’ve only seen once or twice when he gets invested in something enough to forget he’s around others.

It’s cute, but right now it's more of a sign he’s no longer about to throttle you. “Yeah this is familiar in a way, when we’re in training I think. Guess I never noticed it could be pretty. Usually I’m just pissed that you’re trying to beat me.” For once he’s using an inside voice, which feels oddly personal since you’ve only heard him screaming. It almost seems like whispering in comparison. “So you can choose to make it scented? Masking it so people don’t see it coming is smart. But it’s not so smart now since I know what you’re doing.”

“Mask it? I kinda can’t, the point is that people breathe it in, if they can’t smell it then it doesn’t really work. I really do mean it when I say I have no clue what you think I’m ‘up to’.” You begin to ease off the output, not wanting to knock him out, which you’ve accidentally done before.

“No you have to be, it doesn't make any sense otherwise. You’re doing something or I wouldn’t be feeling this way. Don’t bother lying to me, I’ve already caught you.” He’s still passive but he crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head.

You give an exasperated huff, “Feeling what way!”

“It’s so fuckin out there that I’m surprised you don’t use this tactic more in training. It’s totally obvious that you’re doing something to make it so I’m the only one who can smell your stink. You’re manipulating me, otherwise there’s no way in hell I’d be so dopey around you. Why the fuck else would I notice whenever you’re gone? Feel compelled to return your pens that you always drop since you’re such a klutz?”, he speaks as if it’s common fact, rolling his eyes as he continues, “You rope me in daily with these little details that you heighten by using your quirk, and then it’s like you have no idea who I am. Since you’re so comfortable living in my head, you should’ve seen this coming.”

That's much more than you expected him to say, a light pink dusting across the bridge of your nose at the confession he has unintentionally given you.

“I-I can’t remember a single time you’ve done that,” is all you can think to say.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, lolling his head from side to side as he formulates a response. “It’s just like when return all the shit you drop but you pretend to not notice, and you’re doing the same thing right now. It was confusing at first but now I’m just getting irritated that you keep playing dumb. Stop working your dumb stinky magic to turn me into your lackey, get someone else to do your dirty work if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Bakugou I’ve never done that to you, I wouldn’t!”, you stammer for a half second, making a judgement call on how you should handle this, and deciding to come clean. “I actually… I really like you…. I-I respect your work ethic, how strong you are, confident as well, I wanted to gain your attention through the right ways!” You sit up on your knees and make eye contact with him, trying your best to convey how much you mean what you’re saying. “If I wanted you drooling on my shoes then you would be, but everyone around me would be doing the same, my quirk isn’t selective like that. But I wanted to get noticed by you more than I wanted to chance annoying you as a first impression… I really wanted to have a reason to approach someone like you first.”

“Well that’s a stupid way to go about it. I can’t afford to have these kinds of distractions so if anything you put a lot of effort into just, wasting my time.” He’s nearly hesitating on some words. But he pulls himself together, staring you down for a moment. “So I’m done with this. I’m not doing this anymore, I’m done playing games.”

You can’t understand the logic here.

He comes barging into your room, demanding you stop making him like you against his will, and when he finds out it’s organic plus you feel the same way, he somehow manages to reject you? It stings, a lot.

“Yes or no.”, he sternly interrupts your quickly spiraling thoughts.

“Yes or no..?” Flat out confused for the millionth time, you blink a few times, pulling back the tears that threatened to spill over at his initial rejection.

“I’m not asking again.”, he curtly spits out.

“But what are you asking yes or no for?” You squint at him, unsure and waiting for him to say something along the lines of ‘Yes to dying or no to living’.

“Are we dating or not! Yes or no goddamnit!” He’s blushing brighter than you at this point, eyes pointed to various places in your room where you aren’t, shifting in place uncomfortably.

Suddenly it dawns on you.

Even after hearing your returned confession he doesn’t think you’ll say yes.

“Yes, Bakugou, of course.”, you say with a warm smile, reaching forward to hold his hand.

His sigh of relief as he relaxes his posture strikes you as intensely adorable, though your heart skips a beat when he shoots you a smirk. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Ruki Route ー Chapter 4

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Yui: Wait, Ruki-kun! Where are we going?

Ruki: Apparently the Sky Terrace we were informed of earlier has a facility which treats injuries. We’re headed there.

Yui: A facility which treats injuries? At the Sky Terrace...?

Ruki: Don’t ask me about the details, but it says so on this flyer. It’s worth checking out, don’t you think?

Yui: ( Could it be...For the wound on my arm? )

Ruki-kun, the injury on my arm is fine, you know? I only lightly scraped it, and it already stopped bleeding as well, so...

Ruki: It’s not ‘fine’, is it. I’m the one who made you get hurt. I’ll take proper responsibility.

All you need to do is keep quiet and follow behind me.

Yui: ( It really is fine though...Ruki-kun must be really worried about it. )

( I got away with just a light scratch because Ruki-kun saved me...So he definitely shouldn’t blame himself. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene skips to the Sky Terrace

Yui: ‘Refresh at our spa, a space for relaxation’...

So the facility to have your injuries treated is actually a spa...

( It looks like an open air bath. So they have these in the Demon World too... )

Ruki: The hot water in this bath is said to be highly effective for the treatment of injuries. The flyer from earlier made that very clear.

I don’t want to blindly trust those words...But it’s worth the try. Go ahead and take a nice, long bath.

Yui: Huh? You won’t take one too?

Ruki: I’m fine. I’ll wait for you here.

Yui: But...I feel bad for making you wait all by yourself...

Ruki: Haha...What’s that? You’re being rather bold today.

You even want to be together with me in the bath...Where you’d have to take off all your clothes to get inside?

Yui: Together...?

( Don’t tell me, it’s a mixed bath!? )

Ruki: Well, if you insist, I don’t mind considering it...

What do you say?

Yui: S-Sorry! Please wait here after all...!

Ruki: That’s why I told you. ...Besides.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh? ...W-What? Ruki-kun?

Ruki: I’m sure you haven’t picked up on it, but I’ve been sensing a strange aura this whole time.

Yui: A strange aura...?

Ruki: Yes. It seems like there’s someone who is trying to sniff us out.

I can only assume you would be their target. You’re the Queen of the Carnival after all.

If we were to be attacked, I would rather not be completely naked. That’s why I’ll stand guard right here.

Yui: ...Uhm, does that mean...I’d have to run away without any clothes on?

Ruki: Don’t worry. Livestock never needed clothes to begin with.

Yui: No way, how could you say that...!?

Ruki: Hah...Come on, just get going. I said you could take your time, but get out before you get dizzy, okay? (1)

Yui: ( I honestly don’t know if Ruki-kun is kind or not... )

ー The scene shifts to inside the spa

Yui: Hm...

( Ruki-kun said there’s someone tracking us down but...Who could it be? )

( I wonder if the ‘Queen of the Carnival’ thing Ruki-kun mentioned is related to it after all? )

( However, the scent of my blood should be suppressed, so why would they target me...? )

...Ah.

*Splash*

Yui: ( Amazing...! I’ve only been soaking in the water for a few minutes, but the wound is already healing! )

( So it really does have a healing effect. )

( ...I’m glad. Once my injuries are all better, Ruki-kun won’t have to worry about it anymore either. )

*SCENE SHIFT*

Ruki: ...

...So they’ve started moving.

However, this presence...

...

...Seems like things might get a little troublesome.

*SCENE SHIFT*

Yui: ( ...Wow. You can’t even tell I ever hurt myself anymore. )

( As to be expected of the Demon World, it’s almost like magic. In that case, I suppose I can get ouーー )

*Rattle*

Yui: ...Eh?

ー Ruki steps inside

Yui: Wha...Ruki-kun!?

Ruki: Quiet. Your voice echoes.

Yui: I can’t be quiet right now! Why are you here...!?

*Splash*

Yui: ( He’s touching the water...? W-What is he doing...? )

Ruki: ...Haah.

Yui: Uhm, Ruki-kun...?

Ruki: How long do you intend to stay in there? If your wounds have healed, hurry up and get out. Let’s go.

Yui: Eh!? H-Hold up!

ー Yui gets out of the water

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Wait, Ruki-kun! I haven’t properly put on my clothes yet...!

Ruki: Don’t dawdle. You should at least be able to get dressed swiftly.

Yui: Easy for you to say...

ー She fixes her clothes

Ruki: ...Oi.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...His hand is on my hip...! )

Ruki: Behave yourself. ...They’re here.

Yui: Eh...?

???: ーー Blood...

Thirsty Vampire A: The scent of delicious blood...!

Yui: ( W-What? We’re surrounded by Vampires...!? )

Thirsty Vampire B: Give us your blood, human...!

Yui: ( Compared to the Vampires we’ve crossed paths with up till now, there’s clearly something wrong with them...! )

( They’re all after my blood...? )

( However, the bleeding has stopped and the wound is gone too, so why...!? )

Ruki: ...I knew it.

Either way, we have to get past them first. I’ll explain everything laーー

*Thud*

Yui: Ow...!

Ruki: Oi, Yui!

Yui: ( What pushed me just now? It was an incredible force...! )

( ...Oh no! I got separated from Ruki-kun! )

Ruki: Yui, stay here! I’llーー

*Rustle*

ー The screen becomes blurry

Yui: ...What!?

( Next is, some sort of powder...!? )

Ruki: Fuck, they even prepared this...!

ー Yui closes her eyes

Yui: ( What is this powder...!? I can’t keep my eyes open...! )

( At this rate, I’ll only get even further away from Ruki-kun...! )

Ruki: Yui, just stay there! Don’t move carelessly!

Yui: O-Okay...!

*Rustle*

ー Somebody grabs hold of her wrist

Yui: Ah!

Thirsty Vampire C: Hehe...Gotcha...

Thirsty Vampire B: Aah, it’s the scent of delicious blood...Makes me want to suck her dry down to the very last drop.

Yui: No, stop...!

Ruki: Yui!! Don’t move!

Yui: ( Even if he says that, the Vampires are pushing me...! )

Thirsty Vampire A: Well then, human...Let us savor you thoroughly...

Yui: ...Stop...!

ー She continues backing away, accidentally stepping off the edge

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Eh?

( There’s no...ground under my feet...? )

Ruki: Yui!!

( Right...This is a terrace so... )

( ...I’m fallingーー...!! )

ー Yui tumbles off the edge

*Thud*

Yui: ( ...Huh...? )

Ruki: ーー Open your eyes. Everything is okay now.

ー She opens her eyes

Yui: Ruki-kun...!

Ruki: Don’t make such pathetic noises. ...Were you that scared?

Yui: I mean, we got separated and I nearly had my blood sucked as well...I thought I was going to fall.

Ruki: That’s why I told you to keep still.

Good grief, how many times do you intend to give me a near heart attack (2)?

Yui: Sorry...

Ruki: I’ll listen to all your apologies later. For now...Don’t let go. Hold onto me tightly.

Yui: ...Yeah.

( Ruki-kun saved me again... )

...Say, Ruki-kun? How did you know where I was?

There were tons of Vampires flocking around me and you shouldn’t have been able to see because of the white powder they scattered about...

Ruki: Who knows.

I was most definitely blinded and without the scent of your blood to go off of, I couldn’t act on the spot.

But even so...From the second I knew you had tumbled off the terrace, I jumped off without thinking.

Without a single clue and relying only on vague sensations, I desperately reached out my arms.

Anyway, I simply trusted on my instinct and wholehearted intent to save you...Which is how I managed to catch you in my arms like this.

I’m usually not the type of person to rely on something unless I’ve confirmed it with my very own eyes though...Heh...It truly is strange.

Yui: ...Thank you, Ruki-kun. For coming to my rescue.

Ruki: I’m glad you’re safe.

Oi, hang on tight. While we’re up in the air, let’s head straight there.

Yui: Head...To where?

Ruki: To his castle. You are the Queen after all. Or have you forgotten your own duty perhaps?

Yui: Ah...Right. That’s true.

( Once we’re there...I’ll have my duties as the Queen, so I won’t be able to spend time at the Carnival with Ruki-kun like this. )

...

Ruki: Oh? Now this is new. You rarely snuggle up to me like this...

Yui: It’s because I’m scared I’ll fall...

Ruki: ...In that case, I’ll take you to the castle slowly.

We’re running short on time but...Well, I suppose it’s fine. The star of the show always arrives late.

Once we’ve reached the castle...My duty will come to an end.

Until then...Go ahead and enjoy this time to your heart’s content.

Yui: ( This really is the end... )

( I feel like our time together really flew by today. )

( Once we’re at the castle and I’ve fulfilled my duties as this ‘Queen of the Carnival’, I’ll have to say farewell to Ruki-kun, right? )

( ... )

( I want to spend more time with Ruki-kun after all... )

( I’d be sad if things were to end like this... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the area in front of the castle

Yui: ( ...We’ve already arrived. )

( This is where ‘that man’, the person Ruki-kun and the others obey, lives... )

Ruki: Yui, I’m putting you down.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

*Rustle*

Ruki: ...This is the venue. Let’s go.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yui: ( There’s nobody here...? )

Ruki: Yui, don’t wander around.

Yui: Ah, yeah.

Say, Ruki-kun? What exactly does the Queen have toーー

Ruki: My sincere apologies for the wait. ーー Karlheinz-sama.

Yui: ( Karlheinz-sama...? )

Karlheinz: Raise your head, Ruki. No need to be so humble.

Ruki: Yes.

Yui, you should greet him too. This is Karlheinz-sama...The owner of this castle, as well as the King of Vampires.

( Then this the infamous ‘that man’ who Ruki-kun and the others follow? )

( They owe their lives to him, right...? )

Karlheinz: Hello, Eve. I suppose it is my first time meeting you looking like this? My apologies for the belated greeting.

Yui: Ah, n-no! Nice to meet you. I’m Komori Yui. Uhm, you see...!

Ruki: Yui, calm down a little.

Karlheinz: Fufu...No need to bow your head to me. You are the star of tonight after all.

How was it, Ruki? Did you enjoy the Carnival?

Ruki: ...I did. Although we ran into a few close calls as well.

Karlheinz: Hooh? That must have been quite misfortunate.

However...You were able to deal with all of it, no?

Ruki: ...You were the one behind it after all, weren’t you? I figured that might be the case.

Yui: Eh? ...Ruki-kun, what do you mean?

Ruki: That everything which happened to us today was part of this man’s plan.

Yui: Everything...To which extent?

Ruki: Everything is everything. The creepy magician and clowns at Saint Nore Park...

I’m sure the Vampires who attacked us on the sky terrace were doing so under his direct order as well.

Yui: ( Then...He put us in danger on purpose...? )

( ...That’s just so... )

Karlheinz: I expected no less from you, Ruki. You are as clever as ever. When did you realize?

Ruki: The surrounding Vampires would target her, despite the fact the wound on her arm had healed.

Afterwards, I touched the bath water...and then my suspicions were confirmed. I could sense your magic in it.

Karlheinz: Inflicting injury upon Eve was not part of my plan. To make it up to you, I healed her wounds.

She is your precious Eve, right? You still have a long way to go Ruki, since you let her blood spill from something other than your fangs.

Ruki: My sincere apologies.

Yui: No way...Why are you apologizing, Ruki-kun...?

Ruki-kun protected me the best he could...!

Ruki-kun...Why would you say sorry?

Ruki: Yui?

Yui: I mean, we’re the ones who were in danger, right...?

Ruki: Cut it out, Yui. I get why you would grow defiant after everything you’ve been through butーー

Yui: No, that’s not what I’m trying to say...!

This person...He tested you, didn’t he?

Toying with a person’s feelings like that...Is simply something I can’t let slide.

( How dare he test Ruki-kun, who was so worried about my injuries, looking at me with a strained look in his eyes...That’s just too cruel! )

Karlheinz: Toy with a person’s feelings...Huh? I can’t deny that.

When you’ve lived as long as I have, you can’t help but develop some questionable tastes.

Yui: ...If you feel bad, then apologize to Ruki-kun, please.

Ruki: ...Don’t be ridiculous! How could you ask him to apologize?

Yui: You were being tested too, you know!? That’s just too mean...!

Ruki: Even if you think that way, you should realize who you are talking to. I’m sure you know that much, no?

Yui: ...However, it isn’t good to hide how you truly feel.

Ruki: What...?

Yui: You’re the one who said I should learn to be confident and walk with pride...Yet you’re hiding your feelings too.

Ruki: ...That’s not true. Iーー

Karlheinz: Hold it, Ruki.

I agree with her.

You are absolutely correct, Eve. I shall express my remorse.

My bad.

Yui: ...

Selection

→ Me too... (☾)

Yui: I’m sorry too. I really ran my mouth...

But...Having you think of my special someone that way makes me sad, I don’t like it...

Especially since I know how important you are to Ruki-kun...

Ruki: ...

Karlheinz: Right. ...Ruki, I’m sorry.

Ruki: No...

→ Please apologize to Ruki-kun

Yui: Please apologize to Ruki-kun instead of to me.

Karlheinz: I see. That is valid too.

Ruki, I’m sorry.

Ruki: N-No...

Ruki: ...Heh.

I never thought you’d get the person who is basically what you would consider this world’s God to bow his head to you. You truly are...

Yui: I-I know I said some rude things! But...!

Ruki: I’m not criticizing you. ...I just thought I could never match you.

No matter how ordinary, foolish or shallow-minded of a woman you may be...You really are Eve after all.

Yui: ( Ruki-kun... )

Ruki: ...Karlheinz-sama. Can I say something?

Karlheinz: Yes, I do not mind.

Ruki: I...am standing here right now because of you.

My loyalty I vowed to you back then...Has not changed one bit to this day.

Therefore, I tried my very hardest to become Adam. To fulfill your wish.

...However, it seems like I am uncapable of becoming Adam after all.

Eve is...This is who she is.

While I would not call her perfect in every sense, she is still too good for me. ...Not suitable for a faulty Vampire such as myself...

My sincere apologies for failing to meet your expectations, even though I was willing to give it my everything.

Karlheinz: Then, Ruki, will you ーー give up on her?

Ruki: ...She should not belong to a person who is unable of becoming Adam.

Karlheinz: You are simply stating the truth. I want to know how you truly feel.

I said I agreed with Eve when she claimed you are hiding your feelings, did I not?

I am sure Eve wants to hear them too. ...Right?

Yui: ...Yes.

Ruki-kun...I want to know how you feel too.

Unrelated to this whole Adam and Eve thing, your raw feelings.

Ruki: ...But.

Karlheinz: Ruki. You should be more free.

You are a capable guy. You did a fine job heeding my words, and did everything within your power to fulfill my wish.

And up till now, you’ve always suppressed your ego and your own desires...

I am aware that you have put in the effort to be a proud Vampire, living your life according to my ideals.

However...Have you realized that this has made you blind to what is actually most important?

Ruki: ...

Karlheinz: ...Ruki. How important is Eve to you?

Is the lady standing next to you right now...Not worth it to toss away those ideals and values for?

Ruki: ...Karlheinz-sama.

Karlheinz: I do not know how you feel about it, but my answer is simple, Ruki.

Ruki: I...

*Ding ding*

Karlheinz: Oh dear. It’s time already.

Eve...No, I suppose I shall call you Queen of the Carnival right now. You are the star of tonight. Go ahead and head to the venue.

The purpose of this Carnival is to celebrate the birth of Adam and Eve. In short, it’s a banquet held for your sake.

Originally, Adam would have been celebrated alongside you as King of the Carnival, however...

Ruki: ...

Karlheinz: I suppose it is fine. I am not that cruel to pick a fruit which has only just begun to ripen.

However...The people are waiting for you to become Adam, Ruki.

Those waiting are...The people who have seen you with Eve throughout today.

Why don’t you try doing the same, and believe in the things they saw with their very own eyes?

Well then Eve, until we meet again.

ー Karlheinz leaves

Yui: ( ...So that’s Karlheinz-san. He’s quite the mysterious person... )

Ruki: ...

Yui: ( ...Ruki-kun couldn’t give him an answer. )

( I wonder what’s on his mind right now? No matter how much time we spend together, I can’t tell unless he directly tells me... )

Ruki: ...There’s a hall in the back.

Yui: Eh...?

Ruki: If there’s people waiting for us there, we can’t run away now, can we?

Yui: ( Does that mean...? )

...You’ll come with me too?

Ruki: I don’t mind staying here if you claim you have the courage to open that door all by yourself?

Yui: I-I can’t do it by myself!

I want to be with you. It has to be you, nobody else.

Ruki: ...

I...still can’t believe that I can become Adam. Regardless of what others may tell me.

...Howeverーー

I suppose it wouldn’t be bad to play the role of Adam just for that...At least that’s what I think.

Standing proudly by your side.

Yui: Ruki-kun...

If I am allowed to prioritize my own feelings...I will grab your hand first thing without hesitation.

Yui: ...Yeah, go ahead. I believe in those feelings of you too.

Ruki: Yes...Yui, your hand please?

*Rustle*

Ruki: ...Even if it’s just for today, will you be mine?

Yui: ...Yes.

Ruki: ...Even if this is nothing but a fleeting dream which will be over in the blink of an eye.

Right now...You are mine, Yui.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japan, people tend to take baths in really hot water, so it is not uncommon for people to soak for too long and grow dizzy as a result of the heat + the steam surrounding the bath.

(2) In Japanese, the expression literally means ‘to cool down one’s liver’ and it’s used to imply that you give someone a scare.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 3

→ PROCEED TO FINALE ENDING

→ PROCEED TO NORMAL ENDING

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vcrukichapter4

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for-ests · 4 years

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Suprisingly Soft: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

hellooo :) here’s my part for the monthly fic exchange event! this is for @keimoons , my matchup partner!! i hope you enjoy bb <3

(I never write for tsukishima so take this as a blessing for all you tsukki stans)

word count: 3, 022 warnings: none! pure fluff

"BIG NEWS!!!" Hinata's boisterous voice echoed as soon as he entered the gymnasium. He stood confidently at the entrance, with hands on his hips and a gigantic grin on his face. "I brought a pretty foreign girl!"

All the boys turned at his call, surprised at the words that were bellowing from his mouth. "A pretty girl?" Nishinoya immediately stood up taller.

Hinata nodded furiously. "She's from (Y/C) and used to play volleyball! I told her she could come watch our practice, she's super PRETTY AND NICE-"

"Breathe Hinata..." Daichi chuckled nervously and set a comforting hand on the first year's shoulder.

"Sorry," The ball of sunshine inhaled deeply. "I said she could come watch our practice! I hope that is okay with you captain." He bowed at a strict ninety degree angle. "I should have asked first!"

"There's no reason to be sorry!" Daichi assured with a frantic expression in hopes that he would stop apologizing, especially before the girl or the coach waltzed in. "It's fine, just don't let her distract you from practice or the whole team will run laps, and that goes for everyone." The captain turned to the rest of the boys.

Off to the side, Tsukishima grunted and fixed his glasses. "How pathetic to get so worked up over a girl." He whispered under his breath, just audible enough to be overheard by the overly-excited ginger. “Who cares.”

"That's rude!" Hinata whined loudly but was soon occupied by Tanaka's cheering and the many swear words that were streaming from Kageyama's mouth. Playful banter was passed between the teammates, and like usual, Tsukishima stood off to the side and tried to ignore them.

Everyone on this team is crazy. Tsukishima thought to himself. Just the mention of a girl and they all lose focus.

He was about to start passing with Yamaguchi, but immediately turned at the sound of a strangely angelic voice.

"Hellooo!” You burst through the doors, panting heavily and gripping to the door for support. It was obvious that you were pretending to be out of breath from the slight smirk that he could hint upon your lips. "S-sorry, Hinata..."

"Ehh??Y/N??" Hinata immediately dropped the volleyball he was holding and ran to your side. "What happened?"

"You told me to be here at...3:30..." You explained, pointing to the clock and almost choking from your ‘hardcore sprint’ across the school grounds.

"Y/N... I didn't mean it for you, I meant it for me!" He patted your back and helped you stand back up with caution. "Do you need some water?"

"P-please..." You gasped over dramatically, beginning to laugh as you caught glimpse of his mortified expression.

"SOMEONE HELP HER!" Tanaka screamed, frantically searching the gym floor for the nearest abandoned water bottle. And of course, Tsukishima had just picked his up, about to take a sip when it was snatched out of his hands.

"Tsukishima! Give me that!" Nishinoya grabbed it before Tanaka could and rushed to your side.

"YOUR SENPAI HAS COME TO YOUR RESCUE!" He yelled loudly, trying to hold it to your mouth until you took it from him with a grateful smile.

"T-thank you, Senpai." You giggled, touching his hand as you took it from him. "I was just joking, but the gesture is appreciated.”

Nishinoya blushed profusely, looking down at you with wide eyes. "You are so cute!" He gushed, looking down at his hand that you had purposefully brushed against.

Hinata pushed the second-year away. "Noya stop she's almost dying!!"

“I said I was kidding.” You reminded Hinata, shaking your head from their obnoxious nature. At first, you weren’t sure what the rest of the volleyball team would be like, but it was obvious that some of them were just as crazy as your orange-haired friend.

"I didn't know you had such cute friends Hinata! Who else are you hiding from us?!" Noya persisted, anxious to know if there were any other cute, short, first year students.

"Y-yeah!" Tanaka chimed in, hands on hips with an accusative tone.

Hinata threw his hands up. "I-I'm not hiding anything!"

You chuckled with tinted cheeks, placing your lips on the water bottle to distract yourself from the unfiltered comments. You'd never been complimented so bluntly before, especially by upperclassmen. You were frankly bombarded with attention and didn't know how to react but stand there and smile.

You were so distracted by the screaming that you didn't even notice the tall blonde boy approaching you from behind.

You turned to him with the water bottle in your mouth, eyes widening once you gazed into his eyes. This was the cute one you had been looking for.

Tsukishima was at loss for words, wanting to kick himself for failing to realize how stunning you truly were. But of course he would never say that.

"Tch." He covered his hesitation up with a grumble. "How gross."

"W-what?" You frowned.

"That's my water bottle." The blonde haired boy warned with a stern, unreadable expression.

You examined it, chuckling as you noticed an endearing little dinosaur sticker on the side. You tittered, trying to play your nervousness off as confidence, glancing up at him with an even bigger smile. "Thank you for letting me use it!"

Tsukishima stared down at you, almost melting right then and there when you handed him back his belonging. He could tell you were nervous, but that was because he over-analyzed everything. Nobody would notice something like that unless you admitted it.

Who the hell is this girl? He thought, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He hated the warmness that he was feeling inside. It was gross. Possibly a lesser equivalent to what his teammates felt every time a girl paid them the slightest bit of attention. If you were in one of his classes he would have surely noticed you.

"Y-yeah." He spoke too quickly, wincing as the words left his lips.

He stuttered. He actually stuttered. Tsukishima's eyes widened in shock.

"Is everything alright?" You averted your gaze to the floor from his incredibly cute, yet intense scrutinize.

"Uh- yeah." He said in monotone, confusion still plastered on his face.

"You're Tsukishima Kei, right?" You asked sweetly, wanting to practice your conversation skills on someone who seemed a little harder to please. You didn’t have many friends at this school since you were new, and from a different country. Being nice to everyone would surely help you overcome your shyness. Especially befriending boys like Hinata, who seemed as if he did not have a mean bone in his body.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you realized the blonde boy still hadn;t replied. You gained the courage to tilt your head up and found him nodding, his full attention focused on you.

You had heard a lot about him, not necessarily good things. Tsukishima was intimidating but you were the type that could see through anyone's barrier. Plus, most of your information was from Hinata and he found everyone intimidating.

You waited for a few seconds before realizing he wasn't going to give you a straightforward answer. "I'm L/N-F/N." You grinned, trying to mask up your disappointment with more displays of kindness.

Why does she keep smiling? Tsukishima internally groaned.

"Nice to meet you, L/N." He said, before turning on heels with his precious dinosaur-stickered water bottle.

You watched him closely from behind. Why did he have such an unapproachable stance? It seemed that he was the odd man out of the team despite being a first year among others like Hinata, who was getting along with the others just fine.

You gawked, staring at his long and muscular build. You probably could have watched him for the entire practice, but you forced yourself to look away. Tsukishima was obviously uninterested in you unlike the other boys. Someone as precise and composed as him, could never grow fond of a foreigner like you.

Little did you know, that Tsukishima was thinking the exact same thing.

About two hours later you started to pack up your belongings. Your schoolwork was sprawled across the gym floor in front of you, your worksheet on top of your textbook. Some of your pens had rolled out of reach because of how eaasily you had been distracted.

Truthfully, you tried to do some homework. But you couldn't stop watching the boys play.

They were amazing, agile, and overall just hilarious to watch. Hopefully, Hinata would ask you to come back the next day. Everyone was respectful and kind to you, making it the first proper welcome you had received since the semester began. It was refreshing, and you found yourself smiling. You were at peace inside the gym, watching a sport that you adored.

But one person clouded your mind. Tsukishima.

“Literally what the hell." You whispered to yourself, briefly taking a moment to massage your eyes. You had just met the boy, it wasn’t even a good introduction, yet you were starting to develop a slight crush on him. It was hard not to when you had been watching him the most out of all the other players. The blonde was stocky, yet moved across the court with ease.

"Y/N!!" Hinata gushed with a gigantic grin, rushing up to you with his backpack hanging loosely from his shoulder. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah!" You stood up straight with all your school work jumbled together. The volleyball the Japanese played was slightly different than how you played in your country, but most of it was the same. It was exciting and you found it incredibly hard to peel you eyes away, even if it was just practice. "Thanks for inviting me Hinata!”

"No problem!" He quipped, immediately stepping forward to help you pack up the rest of your miscellaneous items. "Daichi said you could come back and watch if you'd like!"

"Really?" Your head shot up dramatically. "I would love to!"

Tsukishima peered at you from the opposite side of the gym.

He watched you talk with the shrimp, both of you rambling on about how awesome volleyball was. He oddly wished it was him, a hint of anger thrusting into his step as he marched over to his bag.

Embarrassingly, he had been keeping an eye on you the whole practice. He would often feel annoyed when one of his teammates tried to spike up a conversation with you. Is this what jealousy felt like?

"Stupid." He mumbled, zipping up his jacket and stuffing his volleyball shoes into his backpack. He had never felt like this before. He had never wanted affection from a girl before, he had never even been interested. He was too focused on the more important things in life, like schoolwork. But there was just something about you that kept turning his head back.

"What, Tsukki?" Yamaguchi tilted his head in confusion. Even he could tell that his friend was acting strange ever since you had arrived.

"Nothing."

Yamaguchi followed Tsukishima's piercing gaze, and it landed on you. He pondered for a moment before speaking. "What's gotten into you?" Yamaguchi was not the only one who had noticed, so did Hinata and Sugawara, all three of them had discussed something earlier in light whispers.

The taller first year stopped, holding his glasses a few inches from his face before he could finish polishing them. "What are you talking about?"

"You're actually being nice."

"Tch. No I'm not."

"Yes you are, you even complimented me. You rarely do that." The smaller first year pointed out, trying hard not to chuckle.

"You made a good play, that's all."

"You're just acting... different." Yamaguchi shrugged, eyeing his friend when he turned away. "Like you're trying to get someone's attention."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and slid his back against the gym wall. He looked transversely and noticed you watching him intently now that Hinata had left your side.

Even from across the room he could see the blush that dusted your cheeks. Was it because of him? Had you noticed his gaze?

It made him almost smile. Almost.

He could have sworn that the two of you locked eyes for at least ten seconds. It seemed he was in such a trance that he forgot about the boy standing right next to him. And instantly, Yamaguchi put the pieces together.

"Go talk to her." He whispered once you turned your attention back to putting your stuff away.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Ask her on a date."

"No."

"Get to know her better."

"That's not necessary."

Yamaguchi sighed loudly. "You're obviously interested, you can't stop staring at her."

Tsukishima couldn't deny that one. "Whatever." Was all he replied.

"If you don't you'll regret it."The smaller first year was surprised at his own newfound wisdom. "You're not gonna get a better hint than what she just gave you." Yamaguchi said, practically rolling his eyes. It was just annoying for him to watch. Your attraction was so obvious that it pained him, causing wisdom to spout from a boy who was too shy to even talk to a girl. This situation was even more unbearable because your attention was focused on Tsukishima, a boy without a friendly thought in his head. Yamaguchi was hoping you could try and change that.

The blonde first year furrowed his eyebrows together at his friend's comment, not wanting to admit the truth behind it.

You were beautiful, and if he did not act now, someone else would. And it would be incredibly unfortunate if that someone turned out to be one of his teammates.

The sun was almost set by the time you finally left the school grounds. It had been a long day, but it had been fun. To conclude that thought, you let out a deep sigh.

You walked slowly down the street, enjoying the peaceful neighborhood while you could. It was almost never this nice outside around the time you were able to go back home. Because of that, you left your earbuds out for the trip back home. You were content with listening to the birds and other sounds that filled your surroundings.

"L/N." A deep voice snapped you back to reality.

You turned around hastily, surprised to find Tsukishima, the last person you were expecting.

He appeared next to you, with hands in pockets and headphones curled around his neck, a song faintly playing through them. It was one that you recognized, but you decided to save that comment for later.

"Hi!" You smiled shyly. "I thought you left."

"Oh, no I didn't." He exhaled, breath swirling into mist from the increasing chilling temperature.

The two of you crossed the street in comforting silence. "Do you live over here?" You asked, slightly skipping over the street curb with a warm feeling in your stomach. It was hard to keep up with his long strides.

"Yeah." Without warning, Tsukishima stepped closer to you in attempts to avoid a puddle of water. You instantly felt your heart beat increase when his arm brushed against your shoulder.

"I uh.. wanted to ask you something." He said after a pause, disregarding the conversation you had tried to spark up.

You nervously tightened your grip around your textbooks, pressing them harder against your chest. You could already feel your face becoming hot against the cold breeze. You were usually good at feigning calmness, but his intimidating aura was not helping your situation.

"What is it?" You squeaked.

It was dead silent. Tsukishima seemed to be contemplating something so hard that his expression became pained.

"I want you to go on a date with me." He finally admitted, his mouth crooking into a smirk as he lifted his head to look at you directly.

You blushed lavishly, astonished beyond measure that this was actually happening. Everyone that even so mentioned his name had said that he was a jerk, a bully, and just an overall unkind person. Again, few people, but you had not received a good first impression.

Why was he being nice to you?

"R-really?" You stammered, casting your gaze downwards in embarrassment. Hoping and praying that he was not just playing with you.

"Tch," Tsukishima chuckled. "You're stupid... Yes really."

"Hey!" You pouted. "That's mean."

The boy stopped as the words flew out of your mouth. You didn't really mean it though, you had thicker skin than you led on. The blonde towered over you, his expression resembling one of slight remorse.

"My bad."

It finally made sense to you. He was trying really hard to be nice.

"I'll go on a date with you, Tsukishima." You proclaimed with a wide, reassuring smile. "As long as you are nice to me... and next time, try not to demand a date out of me.”

He stared at you with pure confusion. “What?”

“Next time... say it like,” You deepened your voice, trying to match his. “I would like to go on a date with you, Y/N. Would you let me take you on one?”

“That’s a mouthful.” He sighed. “But alright.” Tsukishima took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “I’m kind of hurt that you think I won’t be nice to you.”

“All jokes.” You chuckled, eyes lighting up at the gesture, incredibly excited that he was making the first move. From what you had seen before, this side of him was surprisingly different and intriguing. You really hoped to see more.

She's so cute. Tsukishima bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying everything that he was thinking. He had to seem cool and collected.

You typed in your number and gave him his phone back. "Text me." You insisted with a soft and inviting tone. "I'll be waiting!" You waved sheepishly to him before skipping down the opposite side of the street.

Tsukishima fell silent as he watched you disappear, wondering why he had taken such a liking to you when he had never taken interest in anyone else. After standing in the spot you had left him for too long, he decided it was the kindness you radiated. Even when he had acted like a jerk, you didn't let that bother you. He really needed a girl like you in his life.

He had even felt the urge to kiss you. What the hell was wrong with him?

He glanced down at his phone, his frown shifting into a smile as he read the name you had typed in for yourself.

"PRINCESS (F/N) ♥︎ৎˊ͈ˣੰૢˋ͈ॢॽ∗｡"

"Idiot." He simpered, shaking his head in a slightly flustered manner.

Tsukishima shoved his phone in his pocket and slipped his headphones back on, wondering what your favorite color was. Perhaps he could surprise you with something nice.

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luvteez · 4 years

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pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | spanking, fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation wc: 1.7k

“Care to explain what you’re doing?”

Hongjoong has witnessed many questionable first sights once he gets back to the dorms from the studio — too many to count, to be completely honest — but this is a first. This being you sitting on the couch with both legs thrown over Yunho’s lap who isn’t keeping his hands to himself. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing that ridiculously short skirt that doesn’t even cover a quarter of your thighs, and it certainly doesn’t help that you’re blatantly encouraging him to feel up your legs as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Your eyes light up once you notice your boyfriend. “Hongjoong! C’mere, I sha—“

“You know what? I don’t wanna hear it,” he deadpans and immediately makes a beeline towards his room. “Give me ten. I’ll drive you home,” he says in passing and before you can retaliate, the door slams shut. You frown.

“Did he have a bad day or something?” you mumble under your breath.

“He’s probably frustrated that a track didn’t come out right,” Yunho sighs. “Happens all the time, but by morning he’s calmed down. It looks like he’s more pissed than usual, though. Why don’t you check up on him? Then you’ll also stop pestering me about your shaved legs.”

You scoff at him and land a playful punch on his shoulder. “I needed to show someone. You just happened to be the closest victim. Besides, who can resist soft legs?!” To prove your point, you shove one leg right under his nose, but all Yunho does is roll his eyes and push it back down.

“Whatever. Now get off me.”

Sending him one last glare, you finally peel yourself off him and scramble to Hongjoong’s room. When you enter, he’s exchanged the shirt he was wearing before with a different one, the old shirt carelessly thrown on the bed. He cocks a brow at you, then proceeds to ignore you.

It’s one thing being stressed from work, but it’s a completely different matter to be an asshole. Not wanting to deal with his attitude any longer, you grab him by the shoulder and force him to look at you.

“What’s wrong with you? Is it because of work or something else?“

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home,” is all Hongjoong spits out before he pulls your hand away from his shoulder and attempts to drag you out of his room.

You only budge a little, but it’s enough to show that you’re not on the same page as him. “What? I came here all the way to see you, and I’m not letting you kick me out when you’re this aggravated.”

“Well, guess what? I don’t care. Now let me drive you home while I can still control my anger.” His voice drops, but the warning edge bleeds through.

You narrow your eyes and give him a once-over before you get the big picture. Your jaw almost drops open at the realization, because Hongjoong? Jealous? Impossible. You’re about to tell him off and clear the misunderstanding immediately until a different thought hogs your mind.

It’s probably a bad idea — hell, you’re playing with fire given his current state fueled by envy, it’s way more than a bad fucking idea — but you could have some fun with this. A challenging smile forms on your lips.

“Why wait ‘til you get me home when you could show me my place now?”

Hongjoong looks at you as if you’ve completely lost it. He swallows heavily once he realizes that you’re dead serious, and then his demeanor darkens. “You’re impossible,” he growls before dropping himself on the bed and manhandling you across his lap. It all happens in a flash, and it isn’t until after that you register him restraining your wrists behind your back with one of his shirts. You try to wiggle away from him, but he keeps you pinned on your stomach.

A hand flips your skirt up and strokes over the swell of your ass. “This is for letting Yunho grope you.” The harsh slap bounces through the room as well as the broken cry that leaves you, followed by pleas to not do it again. However, hongjoong ignores you. He does it again, and you lurch forward from the brute strength. “And this is for pissing me off.”

Hongjoong works quickly and yanks the skirt off you along with your underwear before kneading one of your cheeks. Upon that, a moan threatens to leave you. “You get ten more spanks for good measure,” he says, his free hand reaching up to tug on your hair. “And count for me, would you? Unless you want to prolong this punishment. But that would mean a higher chance of the others finding out. The walls aren’t soundproof and the door is open after all.”

The door is what now—

Your blood runs cold. Panic hogs your mind as your eyes flit to the door and indeed, the door is slightly open. You gulp, horrified at the thought that someone might’ve heard how Hongjoong spanked you just now, might’ve heard how you actually liked the treatment.

Your mouth feels dry and you’re pretty sure you’re going to lose your voice for good. Yet nonetheless, you still manage to croak out, “If I beg, will you at least lock the door?”

Although you can’t see him, you know that he’s made up his mind already and is just entertaining your idea. The words hang heavily in the air and after a while, he answers. “No. You were so eager to let Yunho touch you, so who cares if anyone else sees you like this? Bet you’d want the others to touch you anyway. Should I? Should I call the others and let them watch you get spanked? Let them take turns and touch you like this too?”

It shouldn’t, absolutely should not have crossed your mind, but the damage has been done. The image of the other seven members present in the bedroom, drinking in the view of you sprawled across Hongjoong’s lap and taking turns punishing you is burned into your skull. Perhaps, Seonghwa and Yunho would be the nicest ones, delivering clean hits that make you cry out of pleasure. San and Wooyoung, on the other hand, would be the devil’s little shits and take their time teasing you, running their hands up your thighs first and driving you into hypersensitivity. You wouldn’t even put it past Hongjoong to let them spread your folds apart, toy with your clit, and tease your entrance until you’re leaking and hopelessly clenching around nothing before striking a hit on your cunt.

Add Yeosang’s sadistic streak and Jongho’s brute strength to that and—

“You’re dripping and staining my pants after just a little dirty talk? Oh my, perhaps I should let the others see,“ Hongjoong muses, running a stripe up your pussy to prove his point. The direct contact has you downright trembling in shame.

“D-don’t... please...” you whimper, fumbling around once again but to no avail. Hongjoong resumes his ministrations, speeding up his fingers when your voice grows louder and then finally gives you a sharp spank on your ass that has you choking on air.

“Count,” he reminds sweetly, his voice the polar opposite of his actions.

His fingertips ghost over the insides of your thighs, and you know his patience is running thin. “One,” you wrench out, and you can pretty much hear the smile in his voice.

“Well done. Keep up with me.”

And so the cycle repeats. He teases your slit, forcing you to hypersensitivity before he hits. You’re trembling throughout the entire ordeal, and one too many times did you almost lose control of your voice. By the fifth spank, you are twitching uncontrollably, pussy aching from clenching around nothing. Hongjoong makes you painfully aware of the mess you’re making on his pants and your ass feels sore all over. However, you still manage to withstand the punishment and by the end of it, you are drained.

Seems like you’re not the only one who’s beat. “I’m starting to get thirsty. I need a drink,” Hongjoong mumbles, but you still catch every word despite the buzz in your ears. “I’ll go grab something in the kitchen. It won’t take long. You okay staying here by yourself?” You nod dazedly, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he lays you down on your back and presses a kiss on your forehead. The shirt is still restraining your wrists behind your back, but you don’t mind the pain.

You expect him to get up, but instead, he suddenly restrains your ankles against the bedposts, forcing your legs apart. In an instant, your eyes shoot up to him in disbelief. “W-what...?”

“After everything you did, I believe you still need to bear your shame.” His eyes stop and stare at your exposed pussy for a while longer, and then he dips a finger down to press on your clit. The cry that leaves you is beyond filthy and loud, and you can only pray that nobody else has heard it. “Look at you, making a mess out of yourself. What would the others think if they happened to pass by this room and see inside? Would they take pity on you or watch in glee?”

You can only watch in silent horror as he gets up and swings the door wide open. It’s almost like your heart is about to break your rib cage, adrenaline is rushing through your veins, and the only thing you can channel your energy into is the fear that someone might see you. If it’s Seonghwa or Jongho, it might end better than if it were Yeosang or Wooyoung finding you first. you can already picture it if it were one of the latter; they’d either let everybody know about your pathetic position or even worse, string you around like a doll and take pictures and—

It’s Hongjoong who breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s hope nobody will come in, hm?”

[ members’ reactions to walking in on you here and here ]

#uh idk what on earth this is supposed to be no cap #ateez smut #atz smut #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #luvsmut

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so-cool-day6 · 4 years

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Random Detective Minho Thoughts

HEAR ME OUT. After watching the All In mv, I have gained knowledge. This turned out so long and messy. I’m so sorry TT. Some warnings include: bad writing, smut, and probably me just cussing. @mikoto-ica-fics this was the thought I was talking about!! Aaaaaahhhhh

You work at one of the busiest banks in the city. One morning, when everyone comes into work, but then panic ensues once the employees find notes at the front door, telling them that this is a warning. Soon the bank will be emptied of all its assets if they’re not careful. Your boss, of course, does not take these threats seriously and demands you all go back to work as usual.

A day later, something does actually happen. Some money goes missing from the bank, and it causes a frenzy among the employees. Now your boss is a little more concerned, but he’s sure it’s nothing to be too worried about. But to be safe, he calls in a private investigator to find anything suspicious.

The next morning, private investigator, Lee Minho, waltzes in to investigate the threat and the missing money. Your boss questions why he’s here since he hasn’t even made the call yet. Minho reassures him that he’s already been paid for his services, and that one of the other employees must have called him, however they wanted to remain anonymous, so Minho has no idea who it was. Your Boss is a little hesitant, but he allows Minho to continue since it’s not coming out of his pocket.

For the rest of the day, Minho inspects the entirety of the bank. He doesn’t speak with anyone unless he needs access to a room. You can’t help but look at him in awe, wondering how someone so handsome could work as a PI. It’s almost like he’s straight out of a novel. It’s almost impossible to take your eyes off of him. So impossible that you actually get called out for it by one of your coworkers, who decides to loudly announce to the whole room for you to stop ogling the detective. It’s even more embarrassing when the victim of your stares is now paying attention to you because of that little scene.

After having a look around the bank, the next day Minho decides it’s time to start questioning some of the employees. It's a few hours later until he finally comes knocking on your office door. He saunters in like a cat as he takes a seat in front of your desk. He asks you a few standard questions such as if you seen anything strange going on, or asking you where you were the night the money was stolen. You answer as quickly and as calmly as you can. But the dreamy dark gaze he keeps gazing at you with has your heart beating out of your chest.

After your little questionnaire, Minho stands from his seat and lazily walks towards your office window, looking out into the sea of employees and patrons. “I’ve noticed you’ve been observing me quite a lot, Miss L/n. Mind explaining yourself?” he ask just as he twist the blinds shut, shielding the both of you from the outside world.

You gulp at the question. You’re not entirely sure what’s going through his mind right now, but you know well what’s going through yours: oh shit. You can’t believe he’s calling you out. “W-well. I mean I never seen a detective up close so I just was a little surprised, That’s all” you twiddle your thumbs, hoping that will ease some of your nerves. It doesn’t help much.

Minho waits for an actual answer. There’s a painfully smug smirk on his face, that normally you would wish to punch off of anyone, but it looked so fucking hot on him. You slink back in your office chair, feeling smaller and smaller when he approaches your desk once again. He leans against it, showcasing his clearly toned arms that hide beneath the cursed shirt he’s wearing.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been admiring me. Getting too lost staring at me that you forget to do your own work,” he clicks his tongue, “Such a bad girl...” A chill immediately courses down your body. That was unexpected. You nearly think about the wetness that’s beginning to pool in your pantie, but you remember that you’re at work and he’s a detective. This is so wrong.

“Mr. Lee I don’t think this is-”

Minho raises a brow, “Hm? Appropriate? Just like it’s appropriate to have dirty thoughts about a private investigator?” he’s known you for almost less than a day and he already understands how you work. He walks around your desk and stands just besides you. Like a scared animal, you jump out of your seat. He leans down and his hot breath hits your cheek, “I can show you just what I’ve learned while on the job. Would you like that, hm?”

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but your mind is ablaze. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re weak. Almost pathetically, you’re quick to answer him, “Please”

In an instant, Minho grabs a hold of your chin and pulls you into him, dragging you into a heated kiss. His lips are soft and warm, almost addicting. The kiss is messy, but calculated like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s so sweet that you moan. You can feel the smirk on his face.

His hands roam down to your shoulders and then to your waist. Within seconds he grips you tightly and lifts you onto your desk with ease. His lips don’t leave yours for a second as he rips apart the buttons at the front of your blouse. At this point your mind is blank, only filled with him and his hot touch. You don’t even consider why he’s doing what he’s doing. Perhaps he’s been secretly eyeing you as well. Maybe you’re just another easy fuck. Whatever his reasons may be, you don’t really care about. All you care about right now is having him pound all your troubles away.

While you’re too busy being lost in bliss, Minho is thinking. He’s scheming and plotting. He thinks to himself, “She’s the one”. He runs his plan through his mind. This is going to be the biggest job him and the boys have ever pulled off.

#i exploded a little #i made a whole ass plot for this one thought #this isn't even all of what i wanted to write lmao #minho #lee know #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #stray kids reactions #that last line was cheesy AF

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latinozevran-archive · 3 years

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okay finally making thorough post abt sgrs ending for just future reference for anyone if they are interested in watching bc i do think its important to know first.. tried to keep it as spoiler free as possible other than the obvious and sry for the length kajshdf but anyways i am going to put the rest under a read more ♥️ and cw incest mention

ok i am gonna try to make this as comprehensible as possible i have had a few stabs at this already w friends so hope this goes well bc there's a lot to unpack abt this but the first thing to understand abt it is 1) imo the twist u are given is ABSOLUTELY a fucking lie and given the amnt of times i have now seen the show i feel very confident in this, and 2) it is a very easy scene to note the start of and then skip which i will mention @ the end..

all right so no stalling getting into the twist itself and then uh. explaining after. but first assuming no context for what sgrs is about:

the story is largely abt like family what it means etc following the course of one mans life! he has an adopted daughter child of ex-beard and ex-man he was in love with his whole life who passed away and they have a very complicated difficult relationship and a major part of s2 is about them beginning to repair that as they both get older and what happens when she has a baby and he actually finds himself unexpectedly loving being a grandfather and it being like his second chance to have a child in his life and treat him with the warmth and kindness he failed to show his daughter when she was younger but also just spoiling him rotten in true grandparent fashion askfhksndbf... it is all very sweet and moving. thing abt mr baby is his mom has him on her own no father in the picture it provides at one point an explanation for who the bio father may be with somewhat of an implication that may not rly be who it is i am so sorry if you can already see where this is going promise there will only be like one more sentence of this and then i can explain AKSJD.

THUS the mind numbingly evil bit is a side character at the end going up to the daughter years after protags death and going wink wink u know all this time i must admit i had a theory abt who your sons father was.. and this evil little man rly suggests the protag was her sons father like jfc and of course bc the authors evil she rly left it w konatsu just going well >:) whos to say. i am never gonna answer that question tho.

OKAY SO ONTO LIKE CONTEXT bc i had none when i first watched and i will say this sent me spiraling a bit my god my god.

FIRST THING. i do wanna explain why its a plain ass lie but i also need to clarify in no way is it excusable as a writing decision.. the author is a supremely fucked up woman who i do not intend to excuse for anything she has written esp this and my take on her um. decision making here was more like a fucked up reference to evil tropes than utilizing them herself bc i wouldnt put it past her to have done that frankly but it wouldve had to simply be a different story than it was. absolutely no quarrel w someone who doesnt want to watch it given all this like it really is... yeah. also no need to touch the manga the animes better anyways lol

2) ok if u are still reading... i think context for who is saying what is very important it is a man who you are consistently told has had it out for the protagonist for YEARS and really is shown to have something just a little off about him the evil shit he will sometimes say out of the blue building up to this... he is NOT framed as a reliable source of info. secondly like konatsu truly is his daughter man her freakishly evasive reply if it were abt anything else truly would be funny i hate it here

3) i am not gonna bother listing all the reasons it is false bc it would be way too long unless anyone wants 2 ask me further but highlight reel how much of the story is abt their parent child dynamics, the fact that he was.. in love w her father and helped raise her a bit with him even when he was still alive, just about every other thing abt their relationship and also his relationship with his grandson, etc... and also the fact that lying and shaping narratives of a life is um . a major element of the story and for someone to kind of pathetically attempt to do that after kikuhiko's death is definitely intentional

4) LASTLY it is tempting to think the story is in 2 parts bc s1 feels like such an isolated story u would think part 2 is maybe only partially related but i promise it isnt and changes the meaning of season 1 fairly significantly so if this seems like it is something u are up for i would definitely recommend watching them both season 2 really is very good otherwise and also wanna stress this is not like. the Ending of sgrs this is an individual scene in the last episode that is upsetting enough to overshadow everything else if ur unprepared but in the grand scheme of things far from the most important plot thing going on

AND THE THING I PROMISED UP TOP: if u actually do watch, there is a scene that starts w konatsu and higuchi sitting down having a conversation, nothing super important happens u can either skip the conversation altogether or specifically once they are alone bc the kids are there for a bit, and thats it :)

THANK U FOR READING... HAVE FUN STAY SAFE

#o #shouwa genroku rakugo shinjuu #HI SORRY HERE IT IS #HOPEFULLY THIS IS ALL LIKE. LEGIBLE. MONSTER OF A POST THAT IT IS #ik i am posting this at this hr i might rb it tmo akshdkfkfbf

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secretobsessionstuff · 4 years

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hi!! I love love your writing! Do you think you could write something where Dakota's appendix is acting up, but he either doesnt know or doesnt want others to know? If not, its totally cool too

Aw thank you, Anon! This is my very first appendicitis fic and I had lots of fun with it. I find it so bittersweet that I can only inflict this on a character once. The ending is very awkward because I don’t know how to wrap up something this serious. I hope it’s good!

Trigger Warning: Graphic descripting of vomiting, serious medical emergency, brief hospital visit!!

A harsh retch gurgled up from Dakota’s throat, bringing with it a flood of partially digested food. The dinner he’d eaten only a few hours ago was now splatting into the toilet. Tears squeezed from his eyes from the force of each heave that sent his body lurching forward. This was the third round of vomiting since Dakota had first bolted from the couch with a hand clamped over his mouth. He wasn’t entirely sure what brought this on, only that his stomach was cramping as if someone were treating his insides like a stress ball.

“Jesus, Kota,” Blair mumbled as she patted his back for what felt like the millionth time that night. “You sound like you’re trying to throw up an organ.” At the rate he was going, Blair was sure his voice would be shot in the morning and his entire stomach would be outside of his body.

“Really?” Dakota said thickly as he spat into the toilet. “I was trying to throw up a piano.”

Despite the discomfort he was in, Dakota still had it in him to grin. That grin quickly faded along with the remaining colour in his cheeks. He gagged once, clutched his aching belly, and threw up the last of his meal.

When he finished and looked in the mirror, Dakota would have guessed that he just ran a marathon. His face was slick with sweat and there was a stitch in his side that usually accompanied a vigorous run.

“What do you think is causing this?” Blair asked as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Dunno. Maybe the takeout was off?”

She shook her head. “We ate the same thing, and I feel fine.”

“Alright, no need to flaunt your perfect health,” he teased. “Whatever it is, I’d like it to stop.”

“I have just the solution…hopefully.”

As it turns out, Blair’s solution was sleep. Can’t throw up if you’re unconscious. The idea works in theory but in reality, not so much. Dakota tossed and turned in bed for a good hour before finally his stomach settled down enough for him to sleep. What finally helped in the end was Blair reaching her arm around his body to rub his belly. Dakota hardly ever got to be the little spoon, mostly because Blair was too small to reach around him comfortably. This time, she stacked a bunch of pillows under her body and sacrificed her own comfort for his sake.

…

In the morning, Blair tried her hardest to stay quiet. She snuck out of the room, careful not to make the floor creak. Dakota needed the sleep. Even though his face seemed scrunched up in pain, she decided that subpar sleep was better than nothing.

When Dakota finally awoke at noon, the first thing he registered was pain. The second thing he registered was that he was alone. Given the first thing, he really didn’t want to be alone, not when his belly was so upset. It was terrible ache, like he’d been stabbed in the stomach. It felt like someone was moving the knife through his intestines in a game of operation. In this sick game, whoever was controlling the tweezers was doing a god-awful job at avoiding the edges. An electrifying pain radiated through his belly, making his own version of a buzzer go off. He groaned with each successive wave of pain and called out to Blair.

His voice sounded pitiful to his own ears. Blair was right, his voice was indeed shot from vomiting last night, but now it was made much worse by the ache. Hopefully Blair heard his pathetic attempts to call her because there was no way in hell that he’d be able to get up. Relief flooded through him as his girlfriend emerged in the doorway.

Blair turned on the light. “How are you feeling this m– Kota?” Suddenly she was crouching by the side of the bed and moving Dakota’s hair away from his face. “Babe, what’s wrong? You look like hell.”

Dakota winced and gripped the sheets tightly in his fingers. “It hurts…my stomach – oh God, Blair make it stop.”

“Okay, okay. Dakota, talk to me,” she rushed out. “Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

Dakota didn’t reply right away. He curled in on himself, getting deeper into the fetal position. “Yes…” he didn’t know how to explain it. He was nauseous yes, but… “It’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?” Blair sounded almost frantic now. Her boyfriend’s face was distorted in pain. He wiggled uncomfortably, unbale to get into a position that helped.

The energy to speak just wasn’t there. Dakota wanted to answer but the knife in his abdomen twisted with each word. With his face buried in the bedsheets, Dakota’s breathing became ragged. Each cycle of breath was shallow and strained. He felt bile crawling up his throat.

Dakota tried lifting himself up onto his elbows. With his right arm, he raised himself ever so slightly, then using that same hand, he covered his mouth. The nausea was definitely trying to match the pain. Dakota’s left arm was busy being wrapped across his middle. Caught beneath his body, his left hand was clutching at his side. That was the source of the pain, only he couldn’t tell Blair that because a sudden gush of vomit filled his mouth.

With hardly enough strength to lean over the side of the bed, Dakota could only part his lips and watch as a small surge of sick dripped down his chin.

“Oh deer, al-alright…” Blair stuttered. She put her hand on Dakota’s shoulder to hold him up. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Dakota whimpered as a bitter string of bile hung from his lips. After the vomiting from last night, there really wasn’t much in his stomach to throw up. That didn’t stop the nausea from making itself known.

“Nghh, Bee…It hurts so bad,” Dakota mumbled through thick nausea. His chest heaved laboriously as he tried to take in air.

“I know, I know.” She could feel him struggling to breathe through the pain, for her hand was still on his shoulder. “Something is wrong. This isn’t right.”

“I just w– want it to stop.”

Blair wished more than anything she could grant his wish. Through all the worry, her brain had forgotten to think rationally, but things were starting to come back to her. “Where does it hurt?”

Dakota inhaled deeply through his nose as he dropped flat on his back. His shirt was already riding up his torso from all the writhing, exposing his sweaty skin. He placed both of his hands over the lower right side of his abdomen and groaned.

Blair didn’t know enough about serious medical issues, so she didn’t dare put pressure on the spot. She did however know pain like this would warrant a trip to the hospital. With light fingertips, she traced over the area. “Kota, I’m going to take you to the hospital.” She reached around his back and started helping him into a sitting position.

Dakota moaned as the movement jostled his insides. “I don’t want to move.”

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice.” By this point Blair knew that she needed to get going despite what Dakota wanted. “This could be your appendix. We have to go now.”

Dakota stared at Blair as if she were the one pushing the knife in his gut. He closed his eyes in defeat, knowing she was right. “Okay…” he painstakingly threw one leg over the side of the bed, and then slowly did the same for the other.

“That’s it.” Blair coaxed him out of the bed. “I can get you a heating pad for the drive.”

Like an old grandpa, Dakota walked down the hall hunched over and groaning with each shuffle. And the stairs were the worst of all! It probably took a full minute to get to the first floor, because Dakota took an eternity on every step.

Blair didn’t rush him. She allowed him to lean on her as much as he needed, occasionally threatening to send them both toppling down the stairs. For so many reasons, she wished she could reverse their roles.

The drive to the hospital was hellish. Dakota felt every pothole and speedbump. Thankfully, he did have a heating pack full of warm rice to clutch against his side. It didn’t really do anything to help, but the illusion was nice.

In contrast, the wait in the ER was much easier. Though Dakota was disappointed that Madix wasn’t working, he was just happy to be seen quickly. The actual hospital visit was a blur. He vaguely remembered drinking some disgusting liquid, and then he was lying in hospital bed with three incision spots on his belly.

“Hey, beautiful. How do you feel?” Blair asked once Dakota was awake. She bent over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

Dakota squinted and shifted around on the bed. “Sore. I never want to do that again,” he said, half jokingly.

Blair smiled and brushed his hair behind his ear. “Unless you have another appendix that we don’t know about, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I hope I didn’t scare you too bad.”

“Are you kidding? I was very calm the entire time.”

“Yeah, right…” Dakota said matching her smile. “And I was a delight to deal with, I’m sure.”

Blair shook her head while smiling softly. “I’m just glad you’re okay, now.”

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto fic #appendicitis #Dakota #Blair #pain #vomiting #appendicitis dakota #appendectomy #puking #my ocs

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aromantic-romance-writer · 4 years

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

[Rekindle the Flame Inside Your Heart]

U M A I

That's basically the only word to explain why I wanted to make this for Rengobro-

I don't really have much info of when he was young, or just don't remember some details so uhhh a headcanon-?

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Very slight manga spoilers ahead!

How many times have he seen you on the same bed, in the same room already?

Kyojuro just came back from a mission. He was injured, but nothing really big. Just sprained his hand a little. But he knew injuries would be in the way of his missions if he doesn't treat them immediately.

But this was the fifth time he sees you at the Butterfly Estate already. And he doesn't even come here that often.

You never changed since the first time he saw you. You were sitting on the bed, head wrapped in a bandage, and staring at the wall. He decides to finally ask Shinobu about this.

"Oh, her." She says, her tone sounding pitiful. She finishes wrapping the bandage around his wrist and starts cleaning up. "She's never left. It's been 5 months since her last mission. It was horrible, really."

"A demon was able to wipe out her comrades with a blood demon art. She was able to kill him, but she was badly injured. She couldn't stop crying for a week. The poor thing..." She's finally finished cleaning up and faces him. It was kind of obvious in her tone that she wanted you leave already, but she doesn't have the heart to ask you. "You have to rest your hand for at least 48 hours, and you have to take this medicine after--"

"Kocho." Kyojuro cuts her off, but his smile doesn't waver. "May I spend those hours here?"

° ° °

At this point, why are you even alive?

It's been 5 months. Why are you being pathetic? You must be a really big burden to Kocho-san already. Stop being weak. Stop mourning over te past. You've killed the demon, right? Shouldn't you be happy? He wasn't gonna terrorize anyone anymore. No more people will be killed. You saved everyone. You also saved the demon from himself.

But your comrades. You couldn't save them.

The memory was still so vivid and horrifying. The memory turned into a nightmare, it was refusing to let you sleep.

It was refusing to let you rest.

You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn't even notice someone sitting beside your bed.

The person snapped his fingers in front of you. You snap your head around to see -

"R-Rengoku-san?!" you quickly bow down to show respect to the Flame Pillar. "W-what are you doing here?"

He gave a hearty laugh. "I would just like to have a little chat!" he says cheerfully. You sweat, you'll go blind from his radiant smile. "I've seen you many many times already, so I thought that I introduce myself if we'll ve seeing each other that often."

"But I know who you are already..."

"Nope!" you were startled at his exuberant response. "You only know my name, but not who I am."

You blink. Well, he's right. But what exactly is the reason for a pillar to talk to a low-ranking demon slayer such as yourself?

"Speak to me like I'm just a friend, and not a pillar!" his eyes sparkled with an unusual determination. You were sure none of your friends are as eccentric as him. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro! You can call me by my first name!"

You stare down at your hands in diffidence. Are you not allowed to just run away? But you don't leave your bed unless necessary. Maybe you should just go with it, he is a pillar after all. But he said to treat him as a friend. Wait, what friend exactly?

You cut off your thoughts and raise your head, pink hues covering your cheeks. "N-nice to meet you, Kyojuro-kun! I-I'm [Y/N]!" you stutter in exclaim, your eyes glinting with clear confusion. But you admit that this is quite fun.

Kyojuro seemed to smile wider. "Okay, [Y/N]! What do you like to eat?"

° ° °

Kyojuro-kun.

The name kept repeating in his head. He talked with you for hours. You've been calling him that name in those hours and he can't help but feel something warm inside him other than his flaring passion as a demon slayer.

He also learned a lot of interests that didn't suit the you when he first saw you. He realized that you were just this bubbly person who likes to get into trouble sometimes, but you're very compassionate about demons.

That's why you only blame yourself for their deaths and not the demon.

You were depressed. You couldn't save them. Kyojuro knew the feeling. But he wants to make you realize that it wasn't your fault. That whenever the sun would set, it would rise again the next day.

Your sun hasn't risen for such a long time, but he'll make it rise, he thought as passion flared his heart.

° ° °

Even after Kyojuro left the Butterfly Estate as his hand has completely healed, a day won't go by without him visiting you. He claims that he was free, so it was alright.

You still have no idea what and why he talked to you in the first place that day, but you were glad he did.

His smile was so infectious that you'd forget how sadness feels like. His bright and lively personality reminded you how to be happy.

Everyday, he would eat beside you and tell you how his day went. If he went on a mission the previous day, he always makes sure he finishes it as early as he can so he can visit you the next day and tell you all about it. You honestly missed going outside in your demon slayer uniform, but Kyojuro makes that feeling go away.

You couldn't leave yet, even thought you knew you would have to, eventually. But you're rooted here for some reason, and once you remember that, all the happiness would go away because once the moon rises, all of it will come back washing over you.

The nightmares. The tears. The regret. The guilt.

The blood.

Why won't it go away? Why is it still haunting your dreams? Why can't you move on?

You woke, sweating and gasping and crying as usual. The same thing would happen every morning; it's like a part of your day-to-day routine now.

You forget that someone is part of that routine as well.

That day, Kyojuro visited early and caught you in that state. You widen your eyes in horror to meet the eyes of the Flame Pillar.

Why is he here so early? You didn't want him to see you in that state.

He rushes over to you, eyes that were used to be so energetic now full of worry.

"[Y/N]! Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?" He throws his questions at you like daggers you can't dodge. All you could do was cover your face with your hands and cry.

Why are you like this? Why are you crying in front of him? Why aren't you saying anything?

The questions quickly vanished from your mind as you can feel broad arms wrap around you into a hug. Your head was resting on his chest. You feel your face grow warm. His steady heartbeat was audible as it calmed you.

After a while, both of you were outside and sitting on the engawa. You have washed your face and decided to tell him what happened 5 months ago.

It was weird to you. You're actually saying what happened and it was your mouth. But your features were calm. Not even a single tear. Did you finally run out tears? Are you finally numb?

When you finished, you felt as if something that was crushing your chest disappeared. Like it was never there. It's like you can breathe properly again.

The silence goes on for a few minutes, before Kyojuro speaks. "[Y/N]."

You turn to him. He was looking at you with such a fierce look. You admit he looked kind of scary.

"It's not your fault. It's never your fault. I'm sure you're comrades always wanted to say that to you." he finally turns his whole body towards you. "You're strong and human, and you can only do so much. You saved a lot of people from that demon. You also saved the demon from himself."

"Relight the flame of your heart - the heart of a demon slayer! Stand back up like how the burning sun would rise every morning. Even without you, your comrades are putting their hands on your back - putting their faith in you! For their sake, draw your sword and protect the weak from the evil by my side!"

You blink. The passionate speech moved you. He has a point. You're a demon slayer. You can't back down. You have to protect loads more of people. You have to save loads more of demons.

Your dull world was suddenly scorched in fire. Such beautiful colors flooded your vision, but for some reason, all you see was Kyojuro.

Then you realized that your flame has been relit already. It was just a tiny flame, so you didn't notice.

But that day, along with his loud introduction, barged into your heart to light a match.

"I mean...!" you snap out of your thoughts to see Kyojuro red in the face, but he was still smiling. "You don't have to do all the beside me! You can do it on your own! You don't need me! You're strong by yourself, so--"

You started laughing. At first, ut was a small snort until you bursted unto tears while laughing. "Oh, Kyo!" you finally calm down, wiping the tears from your face. You smile at a very red and confused Kyojuro. "Thank you. I would like to fight by your side as well."

You were dreading that your uniform might not fit anymore, since you haven't worn it for 5 months. But you gave a big sigh of relief when you were able to slip into it without ripping any if its sides.

"Kyo-kun!" the brazen haired pillar turned to see you. His eyes sparkled with adoration. It was an endearing sight for him. "I'm ready to train!"

He stares at you for a while, before crouching to move a stray hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "Don't let any of your hair in the way! It'll be difficult to train that way." his smile widens as he walks away, leaving you paralyzed and flustered. "And make sure to show your pretty face all the time!"

You run after him as you try to calm your heart down. What the hell was that?

And so, you trained under his supervision. You've changed and it was all thanks to Kyojuro. You were back to your usual self, but with more determination to go on missions.

Kyojuro has changed as well. You weren't sure if it was a good change or a bad change, but surely it must be bad since the outcome would always be you getting flustered?

But because of this change, you can't help but grow romantic feelings for the guy. Everything he's doing, you have no clue why he does it.

"Hah!" you pointed the wooden sword at him as he fell on the ground. "What happened? I don't think I actually beat you."

He grabs the other end of the wooden sword. "My aplogies! I got distracted. You're unusually pretty today." Your eyes widen. Another flirt? Again? You turn away in attempt to avoid his stare at your very red face. And because of this, you accidentally let your guard down. He notices and pulls the sword, making you fall on top of him.

Your face was inches from his. You swear, he can feel your heart beating out of your chest too fast. His radiant smile turned into a cocky one, only making your temperature rise. "Or maybe you should be the one apologizing for that?" he says in a low tone.

Fuck.

You quickly try to move away, but he doesn't let you. In fact, he only draws you closer to him by the waist. "Why are you escaping? You did this to me, [Y/N], how can you expect me to just let it go?"

"K-kyo, what's the meaning of this?" you timidly ask. The tone in your voice was obvious that you were begging him to stop.

He finally lets you go and sits in an indian position. He gives you time to cool off and calm yourself before he speaks. "[Y/N]." he says in a serious tone, making you snap towards him and sit with a perfect posture. Despite these little mishaps, you never forget where you're place is.

He breathes deeply, feeling his own heart beating out of his chest. "I like you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Kyojuro just sits there, smiling again. "I'm afraid I can't say it again."

You heard it clearly the first time, you were just making sure you weren't deluding yourself or hearing things. You weren't sure whether to jump in joy or drown yourself in the river. "Am I in any position to hit you as of this moment?"

His smile widens. "You have a position in my heart. Is that okay?"

"Kyo!"

He laughs. "I'm really sorry, [Y/N]. I can't help myself. I just really like you."

You play with your hair as you avert your gaze, your cheeks covered in pink blush. It sent weird sparks to his heart to see such an adorable sight. "I-I like you too, Kyo..."

He was still smiling, but his eyes widen in shock. "You do?"

"Don't make me repeat what I said! It's embarassing enough as it is."

He holds your hand, making you look at him. He wore his warmest of smiles. "That makes me really really happy, [Y/N]."

So you did fight side-by-side when you're asked to go on a joint mission, but he mostly tried to protect you and wouldn't let you fight. You were happy together and had this amazing chemistry everyone admired, even on the battlefield. You were both very happy together and supported each other to this very day.

Even when he was gone.

° ° °

The boy sitting in front of you sniffled, wiping his tears with his green and black checkered haori. His demon sister patted his back as she also felt emotional herself.

"Er, should I get you some water?" you chuckle lightly.

They both shake their heads as they finished wiping their tears away. "Your love story is so touching, [L/N]-san! I'm sorry I couldn't protect him..." he lowers his head, gripping his uniform's trousers very tightly.

You notice this and wrap his hand around yours. He looks up to you just in time before he cries again.

"Tanjiro," You say with the warmest tone you can give him. "Do me a favor and smile."

He blinks cluelessly. "R-right now?"

You laugh lightly. "If you feel like it. Remember to smile even if it seems all hope is lost. Even in your darkest days, never forget to smile again. The sun sets, but it also rises. Be like the sun, Tanjiro, and give the weak the hope and light that they need.

"Be the match that will rekindle the flame inside their hearts, and until then, smile once more. Set your heart ablaze, Tanjiro, Nezuko."

He and Nezuko stares at you, but you trust that they understand.

By the entrance of your home, the kind boy bows. "I almost forgot! Rengoku-san wanted me to give this to you." he hands you a letter with your name written with his familiar hand-writing. "Thank you for everything, [L/N]-san!"

You wave at him as he walks away. You waited until his figure was as small as an ant before going back inside.

You sit on the engawa and open the letter.

"Be the happiest as you can be, [Y/N]. When I pass, find someone else. Make sure that person can protect you. You'll always be my flame."

A single tear streamed accross your face.

"I am the happiest that I can be, Kyo. And it's all because of that day when you revived the fire in my heart." you say, hugging the letter close to your chest.

Right where the fire is flickering.

Never realized how much Rengobro's death affected me when I started reasearching about him for this.

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ymiwritesstuff · 4 years

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My Dear Pet

OK SO.. Uhmm.. how should I explain this.. This is a ROLE REVERSAL AU and well.. just read. Maybe it’ll become clear.

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood

Dio Brando x Fem!Reader

Summary: Upon arriving to the Joestar mansion with the intention of becoming a part of the family, your eyes immediately notice a certain blonde noble who catches your attention.

Notes: Role reversal AU, Spoilers for part 1, VERY suggestive themes and language

The carriage you are seated in comes to a stop when you finally reach your destination. Looking through the small window you can see the Joestar manor in all it’s glory. This “glorious” sight makes you scoff and you swing the door open, throwing your suitcase on the ground, which catches the attention of the two males in front of you. Under their curious gazes you gracefully jump out of the cramped wagon and land on the ground like an agile cat. Just a small action to prove your superiority.

When your sharp eyes fall on the blue haired boy -which you assume to be Jonathan Joestar-, he looks confused but quickly an expression of realization dawns on his face. “You’re (Name) (Surname), right?” A smug, self-assured grin appears across your lips. At least this noble brat has some manners. Even if he didn’t he’d soon know your name very well. “And you must be Jonathan Joestar,” you say, voice coated with a layer of false kindness. The sight of this pampered boy makes you disgusted. He has no idea how real life works.

“Everyone calls me Jojo. Nice to meet you,” Jonathan turns to the blond boy next to him, who wears an admittedly charming smile on his face. “This is Dio Brando, he’s a member of the Brando household.” The introduction awakened a certain curiosity in you. You had heard of the Brando family more than you had of the Joestars but knew how close the families were. Dio politely took one of your hands in his and gently kissed the back of it, an action which amused you greatly.

“A pleasure to meet you, Ms. (Surname). I hope you enjoy your time here.” The way his strangely sharp eyes looked at you twisted something inside you and made you even more curious about the boy in front of you. “I do believe the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Brando.” You flashed him a smirk which he immediately caught with his amber orbs. That smirk only grew when you noticed a faint wash of pink on his cheeks.

Jonathan’s highly obnoxious remarks of his dog you barely even looked at went unheard as your gaze remained on Dio. There was something.. Alluring about him. He didn’t radiate that same agitating noble boy’s energy as Jojo did, instead, he looked free in a way. The refreshing aura of freedom surrounded him and despite his sharp, cunning eyes the gaze within them was gentle and kind. It was as if he wasn’t meant to be a noble.

Your (E/C) eyes suddenly catch Jonathan’s dog running at you. A vicious snarl creeps on your face and with one swift movement, you mercilessly collide your knee with the snout of the animal. How dare Jonathan let his disgusting mutt get close to you? Danny lets out a whimper and falls to the ground, shaking from the pain. Serves him right. Both of the males gasp in shock and Jonathan is quick to defend his companion.

“What was that for?!” You respond to his pathetic attempt to defy you by glaring at him with eyes that are burning with increasing toxicity. So this was the heir to the Joestars? He was merely a pampered brat, undeserving of the fortune awaiting him. Your goals were absolute and you would not let this fool get in the way of your plans. You would succeed and your hunger for power would not be quenched and you would do anything to ensure your position as the true heir of the Joestars. No matter what.

Just as you expected, defeating Jonathan wasn’t going to be easy. However with the help of a few fake rumors and other lies you were able to destroy his chances with Erina and completely obliterate his friendship with Dio. Just a tiny bit of intimidation to make the girl keep her mouth shut and just a small false rumor about Dio stealing her first kiss was all it took. Jojo had no friends anymore and you were more than happy to serve as Dio’s source of comfort, all the while your true nature was hidden behind a facade. Of course Erina told Jonathan the truth but it was too late for the male to repair his friendship with Dio and was devastated to see him call you his beloved.

For all these years you had maintained your innocent sister’s act and you were finally approaching the end. Soon, your father would die due to a sudden illness that was actually caused by your scheme and the family fortune would finally be yours. However you were a fool to think that it would all go smoothly as your dear brother who had caught glimpses of your mischievous eyes and the feigning tone of your voice, found out about your plan to assassinate your father. And upon confronting you about it, his suspicions were proven correct and he set out to find the antidote for the poison.

Damn that Jonathan. You were so close. You had thought that the thugs on that merciless Ogre Street would’ve finally put an end to the nuisance known as Jojo, but just like a bothersome cockroach, he came back unscathed and with your true intentions revealed, was ready to send you behind bars. But luck was on your side and the moment the spikes of the stone mask pierced your skull, you transcended humanity and obtained that inhuman power you didn’t even know you were longing for.

Your lips curl into a smirk that reveals the tiniest portion of your newly acquired fangs as your brainless servants bring yet another human to your lair. This time however, the mortal brought into your impressive throne room of the dark castle was someone you knew far too well. With a single wave of your clawed hand, you dismiss your servants, leaving you alone with the golden haired man.

“Dio.. What a surprise..” Your low, honeyed voice reaches his ears and he lifts his gaze to look at you, wearing an expression that is a mixture of confusion and -quite surprisingly-, fear. Judging by the condition he’s in; filled with bruises and cuts, bringing him here wasn’t an easy task and the thought of him being a feisty little pet amused you.

“(Name).. W-what is going on?” He looks around him, the unknown surroundings coating him in a layer of nervousness and uneasiness. You let out a playful yet highly sinister chuckle that makes every hair in Dio’s body stand up, his amber eyes locked on your new form. Your slow footsteps echo around the open room, your smirk never fading and your (E/C) feasting on the sight of your lover on his knees. He looked like a lost puppy that was begging for assistance.

“Why do you look so frightened, my dear? Does my new appearance intimidate you?” Once you’re in front of him, you lower yourself to his level and gently caress his face with your claws. Dio notices the sharp fangs in your mouth and immediately remembers the events that occurred moments before his capture.

Jonathan had come to him, frantically trying to warn him about you as he found out that you had managed to survive the fire and he didn’t listen. He couldn’t possibly believe such foul talk about his lover, but now understands exactly what his friend was referring to as the (E/C) eyed monster stared at him.

“He.. He tried to tell me.. Jojo-” His monologue is cut short by your hands grabbing a fistful of his hair and tilting his head back. The sight of his exposed neck excites you, however you must resist the urge to taste his delicious blood for just a bit longer.

“Do not mention that name whilst in my presence..” Jonathan had interfered with your plans far too many times and the mere mention of his name was enough to make you want to rip apart the person who dared to let that name slip. However with Dio, it was different. He had shown undying love and devotion to you and it would be a shame if you lost that devotion. However this didn’t mean that your pet’s miscalculation would go unpunished.

“My dear, Dio..” You gently run your hand across his cheek, the other still keeping a firm grip on his soft locks. “You still love me, don’t you? After everything I’ve done for you..” You say, referring to the time when you comforted him about losing his friend which you caused, trying to manipulate him. It didn’t matter what he thought, though. He wasn’t going to escape. You had grown far too attached to the attractive golden haired man and you wouldn’t let him go.

You press your lips against him and notice him kissing you back, which makes you somewhat delighted. However you weren’t stupid and as soon as Dio tries to push you to the ground in an attempt to overpower you and possibly increase his chances of escape, you deny his attempt and he is the one who ends up on the ground, your form hovering above his. Your pet was misbehaving. Adorable.

“Let me make something very clear, my darling..” Your lips find their way dangerously close to his ear as you hold him in place. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t have been possible but thanks to your new abilities, you were able to physically overpower even someone like Dio. Your hand runs along his chest, gently tracing the flesh under his shirt.

“You belong to me now.. There’s nothing you can do..” Your light touches make Dio’s heart pound faster and something that to you sounds like a moan escapes his lips. You take this as an early sign of submission and look at him with an intense gaze. “Now be a good boy and do as I say and I might heal your wounds..” Your cold hand caresses his face again, however you’re still unsatisfied with the gaze he gives you, as it lacks the submission you were looking for.

Your claws move to his neck and you break the skin, causing the man below you to groan in pain an discomfort. “Who do you belong to, Dio?” You inquire, refusing to stop until those words leave his mouth. He pants and gasps, realizing that there’s no stopping you unless he bends to your will.

“Y-you.. I.. I b-belong.. To you..” He finally says and you retreat your hand from his neck, licking the tiny drops of blood left in your digits. With an amused hum you lower your face to his and kiss him again, savoring the delicious taste of his blood. Dio feels his wounds healing, but knows that any attempt to escape or resist you would only result in more of them. He hates how much he’s enjoying what you’re doing to him.

And you know exactly how much he enjoys your touch and presence when he whimpers and melts under your dangerous touch. You were going to have so much fun with your pet.

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dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss · 4 years

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Unsteady (Brother!Bucky x Sister!Reader w/ Steve)

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic uhhhh ever.. Please be nice. This is super deep, but then it gets really fluffy and sweet. I’m sorry if the change between the two is super drastic. I’m learning. It’d mean a lot if I could get some constructive criticism in the comments or whatever. Thanks guys :)

!!!!!Trigger Warning!!!!! Mentions of self harm, contemplated suicide.

Summary: The reader is struggling with mental health, and her older brother reminds her that she doesn’t have to go through it alone and reminds her that he’ll always be there.

Word Count: 2,428

You were slipping. And you could tell. The tell tale signs came creeping back unexpectedly and hit you like a freight train. You either slept too much or too little, ate extreme amounts to drown out your pain or never ate because you were scared you’d gain weight, you hardly left your room, and rarely talked. You were almost too far gone. Everyone was concerned, but they had no clue what was happening. Especially your brother, Bucky. God, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. He just wanted his baby sister back.

You had finally decided to drag yourself out of bed, glancing over at the clock. It was 3:26 in the afternoon. You groaned as you got up, and slowly walked to your bathroom. Today was the day, you thought. You took a shower and felt that burning sensation on your hips and thighs you knew all too well. They weren’t fresh, but they were new enough that they still hurt. Everyone was slowly catching on. And that’s when you decided to stop. Grimacing, you lightly washed over them. You hopped out of the shower and almost tripped from fright as you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/N? Are you up?” You heard Steve say. Steve had always checked on you the most out of everyone, besides Bucky. You guys had shared a special bond since you were little. You always went to him with all of your problems.

You slipped on your clothes carefully, but not before carefully patting your cuts with peroxide and wrapping them up. “Yes Steve, I’m in the bathroom.” You walked out, dreading the interaction. Please go away, you thought. He was leaning against your door frame.

“You okay, kiddo?” No, you weren’t. But you didn’t have to deal with that much longer. You nodded and gave a clearly forced smile, but it was enough to convince him for the time being. “Well we had breakfast, but it’s a little late for that now. Come on down for lunch, it’s Tony’s turn to cook. You absolutely adored Tony’s cooking, but if you ate right now you’d throw up. You were gonna miss it.

“I’m not really hungry, I might just go walk.” Right. A walk.

“You at least have to come talk to everyone before you go, Y/N. I’d prefer you eat, but I can’t force you to.” You internally groaned, but obliged. That was a delay in your plan. Truth was, you really wanted to see everyone. Honestly, you did. You wanted to talk to everyone and laugh and have fun, but the depression had a harmful grip on you and you just couldn’t bring yourself to it. You wanted to tell everyone everything, to the cuts and your thoughts and feelings. But you were absolutely terrified that they’d find it immature and unreasonable, and just flat out stupid.

You and Steve walked down the long hallways and eventually into the living room. Everyone smiled when they saw you. This was the first time you had seen everyone in the same room for while.. Probably a few weeks. Maybe even months. Mostly everyone had been off on missions, taking turns staying home. It made you happy that you’d see all of them one last time.

You had almost forgotten that your brother had gotten home from a week long mission with Sam and Nat this morning. You had felt like an awful sister. Bucky got up and walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug and picking you up.

“Hey doll, how you been? Don’t tell me you forgot about me.” He asked with a wink, carefully placing you back down. Honestly, you had felt awful. Drained. Broken. Suicidal.

“I’m okay Buck, how was the mission-”

“It was the most epic one yet. So what happened was-..” Sam cut in, walking over to you guys. Sam started telling everyone in a very long detailed story how the mission went, probably lasting around an hour and a half. The story also consisted of Bucky and Nat explaining parts of the story how they actually went. You glanced down at your phone in the midst of the social chaos. 5:13. Enough time to slip out and be alone. I can finally go on my walk, you thought to yourself.

“I’m going on a walk guys.” You said, mainly aiming it at your brother. They all nodded, giving you the okay.

You went around giving good long hugs. One to Bruce. One to Nat. One to Tony. One to Clint. One to Wanda. One to Vision. One to Thor, you had always loved his hugs. One to Sam, with a squeeze. And then it came down to your boys. Bucky and Steve. Your worlds. You hugged them both, a good long squeeze. As you walked away, a tear slipped down your face. Here we go.

You had walked towards the bridge closest to the tower. You had forgotten in was winter with all the thoughts you had going through your head. You were freezing, and it was already dark. It wasn’t a very busy bridge, believe it or not, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone stopping you. You slowly climbed up and sat on the edge. Will it really be worth it? Is there anything after this? An afterlife? Is anyone going to look for me? I’ve been gone a while. You glanced down at your phone. 8:51. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave behind the people I love. Will they even care? Y/N, you know they’ll care. They’ll be devastated. But I just want the pain to stop. Please. How do I make it stop?

You started shaking, completely lost in your thoughts. You did the only thing you thought you could do. You took out your phone and dialed a number.

“Y/N?! Where the hell have you been? You’ve been gone almost 4 hours! I swear to God-”

“Bucky?” That’s all it took. Saying your brother’s name, the slightest voice crack. You broke down, letting out all your pent up emotions. “I’m a-a-at the b-b-bridge. H-help me. I-I-I can’t d-do this.” And with that, you heard the line drop. You sat down on the sidewalk on the bridge. You put your head in your hands and tried to calm yourself down. You rocked and rocked, trying to ground yourself from this attack. Minutes seemed like hours and you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder. You slowly looked up, “Bucky.” You stood up and embraced him, letting the tears stream down.

“I got you doll. I’m here.” He picked you up and carried you with ease back to the tower. He walked through the living room, gaining concerned looks. You hid your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment as he brought you to your room, where Steve was already waiting. He sat you down on the bed, tears still flowing. You just couldn’t stop it. You felt like a coward.

“Tell us everything.” And that’s exactly what you did. From start to finish. You explained when it started, your daily thoughts, your plan for the bridge. You showed them the cuts and where you hid the blades. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I felt helpless. I felt immature and stupid. I was scared you guy would just brush it off or make jokes. Or tell me I was being unreasonable. I have no reason to be feeling this way. I know I don’t. And that’s what makes all of this so much worse. I have a near perfect life, with an actually perfect family. But these thoughts just consume me and I can’t stop it. It physically hurts. My chest, my stomach, my head. I feel weak.”

“Y/N, you are one of the strongest people I know. And that’s saying a lot considering who we live with.” Steve said with a half-hearted laugh, managing to get a pathetic chuckle out of you too. “We’re going to beat this, and you don’t have to go through it alone. You will have constant love and support through all of this.” You realized that Bucky hadn’t said anything this whole time, so you turned to look at him. He had a distant look in his eyes.

You turned around to look at Steve, only to find him looking at Bucky too. “Can we have a minute?”

“Of course.” And with that, he walked out. You and Bucky sat in silence for a few moments.

“Buck-”

“I should’ve known. I should've known that my baby sister wasn’t okay. That she was suicidal.” This was the first time you had seen him cry in years. It broke you inside. He wasn’t the type of person to cry unless he was absolutely devastated.

“Bucky, no one knew. It’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” You pulled yourself into his lap and he wrapped his arms around you, so tight that you felt like he was never going to let go. “This isn’t anyone’s fault, Buck. You know that, right?” He slowly turned his gaze towards you and nodded. He was rubbing your back, attempting to comfort you. But also comforting himself, thinking about how if you didn’t call him.. You might not be sitting right there in his arms. As he was rubbing your back, his hand grazed your side. You flinched with a giggle, and hid your face in his chest. That gave him an idea to cheer you (and himself) up. “Hey Y/N, do you remember how Steve and I cheered you up when you were little?”

The gears started turning in your head. Oh no. You tried to pull out of his lap, obviously not succeeding. He held you tighter against him, and began to spider his fingers up and down your sides. “Buhuhuhuck.” Your shirt began to ride up, and the cold sensation of his metal arm just made it that much worse.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” You couldn’t stand to be teased, and boy did he know it. He flipped you over onto your bed and straddled your waist, pinning down your forearms with his knees. There was no chance you were getting away. “Now let’s find that smile of yours, shall we? It’s been so long.”

“Ihihihihi dohohon’t wannahaha smihihihile Bucky-YEEE! STAHAHAP!” His hands flew to your sides as you let out a loud squeal. While his torturing digits moved up and down your sides, you arched your back. He smiled as you squirmed around.

“But Y/N, I’m just getting started! I can’t quit now!” He slowly moved up your sides to your ribs. He got down super close to your abdomen, after pulling your shirt up. “Gasp! Y/N! I think you’re missing some ribs! I better count them to make sure. Alright one, two, three-Y/N!” You thrashed around under his touch, letting out hysterical laughter. “You made me lose count! Looks like I have to start over. One, two- Y/N!” You were blushing so hard, along with scrunching your nose. One of your signature looks while laughing was your nose scrunch, and everyone adored it. Bucky never managed to forget to tell you how cute it was every time he saw it.

“Awh, look at the baby. You’re adorable! I forgot how ticklish you were, maybe I should do it more often.” He cooed, making stupid faces one would make at an actual baby. He stuck his tongue out at you.

“Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff.” You attempted to sound intimidating, but you failed miserably.

“Watch your language! Just for that I’m gonna-” He left the sentence hanging as he dug straight into your armpits. He was not a light tickler, and both you and Steve knew it.

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCKYYYYYY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” You tried pulling your arms down, but to no avail as you were stuck under the super soldier’s knees. Your face was turning red, but Bucky had no clue what the word mercy meant.

“Wow! That was a plea if I ever heard one. Hold on Y/N, I’m almost done.” While keeping you pinned, he bent down and pulled your shirt up. You knew what he was about to do.

“Buck, no. No no no nohohoho.” Your laughter picked up as he got closer to your stomach. “Bucky please- ACK NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO BUHUHUHUCKYY STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATHE!” Your laughter went silent. He blew a few raspberries and dug into your hips at the same time. Your laughter could be heard throughout the whole tower. He finally let you go and you curled up into a ball with residual giggles, only after you slid off your bed from how weak you were. He went to pick you up and put you on the bed, but you only flinched away from him.

“C’mon Y/N, I’m not gonna do it again.” You hesitated, but eventually let him pick you up and lay you on your bed. He covered you up with the blanket and leaned down to kiss your forehead. He sat beside your legs and stroked your hair lovingly, “We can talk about everything in the morning again. But for now I need you to rest, okay?” You nodded. He stood up and walked towards the door, turning your light off.

“Buck?” He turned around, the only light to be able to see you came from the hallway and shined delicately on your face. He hummed in response, “Can you sleep with me tonight?” He walked over to your bed, shutting the door behind him. He pulled the blanket up, got under the covers, and pulled you into his side. You cuddled into him without hesitation.

“Thank you. I needed that. I may not be completely fine right now, or even anytime soon. But I’m glad I have you. And everyone else here. To help me realize I’m not going through this alone. I love you.” He nodded and kissed your forehead again.

“I love you too.”

He needed it too. He needed to see you laugh. He needed to make sure his baby sister was okay, and for the time being you were. And he was going to make sure that you were going to be okay, because that was his job as your older brother. He was your protector, and your best friend, and he promised himself that nothing was ever going to hurt you again. Ever.

And if the rest of the Avengers walked in looking for you and Bucky, and were met with you and your brother sleeping peacefully, they wouldn’t say anything.. Because they all loved you just as much.

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pitviperofdoom · 5 years

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Fundraiser Commission #1

I will simply be posting these in the order that they are finished.

Thank you for donating $15! Your commissioned Kaminari fic is under the cut.

(I just edited some mistakes on this post; please reblog this version instead, thank you!)

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Denki awoke in the nurse’s office.

The world dripped back into view slowly. Colors smudged and bled together until they separated, sharpening back into a clear hallway. He shook his head, cautiously running through his usual mental mantra as he waited for the world to finish coming into focus.

Kaminari Denki. Nine years old. Fourth grade. Electrification. June 29th. Saitama Prefecture. He went on to list his address, phone number, and the names of his siblings, until he was finally satisfied that his brain was working properly again.

“Um, hello? Can you hear me now?”

Denki jumped, and his foggy brain finally registered that the room wasn’t quite as empty as he’d thought. He was sitting on one cot, and another boy was sitting on the other, holding a bloody tissue to his nose with one hand and reaching for Denki with the other. Denki shifted away, just in case.

The boy looked crestfallen but didn’t try to chase after him. “Sorry,” he said, one hand still outstretched without really reaching for him. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

Denki blinked at him. His eyelids felt heavier and slower than usual. “Um.” He pursed his lips and pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth until it stopped feeling too thick to talk. “Shouldn’t—shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

The kid winced, either from embarrassment or because the bruises on his face really hurt. “I’m fine. It’s really not that bad. But what about you? Do you need me to get the nurse? She’s on the phone right now.”

“No,” Denki replied. “I’m good. This just sort of… happens.”

“Because of your quirk?”

Now it was Denki’s turn to wince. He had really been hoping to avoid this, being in a new school and everything. When other kids found out about his quirk’s side effect, sometimes they’d take it upon themselves to make it happen on purpose.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s electrification, and if I go over my limit, it shorts out my brain, and I get… stupid. It wears off, though. Mostly it’s just funny.”

“It didn’t look very funny,” the other boy said worriedly. “And Tsubasa kept pushing you so you’d run into the wall. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

Denki simply shrugged.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Reluctantly, he nodded. He had left the classroom for lunch, gotten a little lost, and then that kid with bat wings—Tsubasa—showed up out of nowhere and scared him so bad he discharged too much electricity.

Same old, same old.

“Everything except how I got here,” he said.

At this, the other boy sat up straighter. “Oh, I know that. Um, I saw Tsubasa messing with you, so I told him to stop, and he hit me a couple times before a teacher showed up. She sent him off to class and told me to take you to the nurse, so… here we are.”

Denki stared at him. “He hit you?” he asked incredulously. “And the teacher sent him to class instead of the principal?”

The boy shrugged. “He stopped before she actually saw anything,” he said, as if that explained why a teacher wouldn’t find a big kid standing next to a smaller kid with a beat-up face just a little bit suspect. “It happens so much I think they’re just tired of dealing with it.”

Denki’s heart sank low in his chest. Moving to a new school, he’d been hoping it would be better than his last one, but…

“D-don’t worry!” the boy said. “It won’t be as bad for you as it is for me! You have a really cool quirk! I bet you’ll make a bunch of friends!”

Denki tried to play off how pathetically happy the compliment made him feel. “It’s not that cool,” he said. “It makes my brain stupid. I bet yours is cooler.”

This was the wrong thing to say. The boy shrank in on himself, crumpling the bloody tissue between his hands. Denki wanted to apologize, but wasn’t sure how to say he was sorry for giving someone a compliment.

“It’s not,” the boy murmured. “I-I mean, it can’t be. I don’t… have one.”

“Oh,” Denki said softly. “That’s… oh.” There were a couple of quirkless kids at his last school, but he’d never talked to them, and they hadn’t talked to him or anyone else; they mostly stuck together and kept their heads down.

The kid was watching him closely. His hands were in his lap, clenched into fists, and he was just… watching. Denki fidgeted nervously, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

“Um. I’m Kaminari Denki,” he said, because he probably should have opened with that—and would have, if his recent short circuit hadn’t left his brain all muddy. “It’s… nice to meet you? I think? I’ve never met someone like this before.”

The other boy blinked. His mouth opened, then closed again. Before he could reply, the school nurse returned.

“Oh, you’re awake,” she said, blinking in surprise at Denki. “I called your parents, and they said that if you’re feeling sick, they’ll come and pick you up. It’s your choice.”

“I’m okay,” Denki said truthfully. “Thank you. Um, what time is it?”

“Lunch just ended,” she replied. “I can give you a pass, so you won’t be late to class.” Denki was about to thank her when she seemed to notice the other boy for the first time. “Midoriya, what are you still doing here? You should have gone back to class already.”

The boy shrank back again. “I wanted to make sure he was okay—”

“No excuses!” she scolded. “Run along now.”

She went back to her desk without offering him a pass.

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Midoriya wasn’t in his class, and his new school still felt so big and confusing that Denki didn’t expect to see him again, at least not for a while. He was wrong; at the end of the following day, he crossed a connecting hallway just in time to see Midoriya get flung into a row of lockers.

Slamming on the breaks, Denki forgot all sense and turned to stare. Midoriya was on the ground now, covering his head and face while the boys standing over him jeered and kicked him. One of them was Tsubasa, another was a skinnier kid with a stocking cap pulled over his eyes, and the one standing closest to Midoriya was a grinning ash-blond boy with a quirk like firecrackers in his hands.

One of those hands came down, and Midoriya yelled with pain when a small explosion went off against his shoulder.

All sensible thought fled from Denki’s brain. His body moved, and he charged down the hallway, backpack swinging from his shoulders. He might have been yelling a little, too, because the blond kid saw him coming and jumped back instead of getting whacked by Denki’s bag.

Common sense rushed back in, and Denki found himself standing between three boys and Midoriya on the ground, armed with nothing but his sort-of-heavy backpack and a quirk that he wasn’t even allowed to use.

For a moment the three boys simply stared at him. In fact, everyone was staring at him. The bullies, Midoriya, kids just passing by in the hallway. All eyes were on him.

The blond kid was the first to break the silence. “Get the hell out of the way, unless you wanna join him.”

“L-leave him alone,” Denki retorted.

The blond kid blinked, then burst out laughing. It was an ugly, loud sound. “Seriously? You’re gonna take a beating for that quirkless trash?”

It was Denki’s turn to blink, shocked. He glanced back at Midoriya, who wouldn’t meet his eyes. Then he looked at the kids around him, staring blankly like there was nothing wrong and messed up about what the bully just said. Then he looked at the bully.

“Seriously?” he said. “You’re beating him up because he’s quirkless?” He wrinkled his nose like he was smelling something gross. “Only villains do stuff like that.”

The hallway was suddenly very, very quiet.

The blond stepped forward. “What did you just say to me?” He spoke in a low voice like he was trying to growl, but his voice hadn’t dropped yet, so it wasn’t working very well.

Behind Denki, Midoriya was struggling to his feet. “W-wait, Kacchan, don’t—”

“Shut up, Deku,” Kacchan snapped. “What did you just say to me, trash?” He stepped forward into Denki’s space.

“I said you’re acting like a villain,” Denki answered.

“I’m gonna be the greatest hero, you stupid piece of crap!” Kacchan shouted in his face, and Denki’s mouth crumpled to fight back a smile, because wow, this kid had to be his age but his tantrum made him look five. “Everybody knows it! With a quirk like mine, I’ll be stronger than All-Might! Trash like you don’t even have the right to look at someone like me!”

“I think you’ve got this whole hero thing backwards,” Denki said. “Since, y’know, you were the one hurting somebody ‘til I came along and stopped you.”

Kacchan was looking a little red in the face.

“Plus I think if beating up quirkless people was a thing heroes did, All-Might would’ve mentioned it already,” Denki added. “It’s almost like heroes, I dunno, save people or something.”

“Shut the hell up!” With a scream of rage, Kacchan lunged forward. Midoriya screamed something, and Denki struggled to keep a leash on his quirk.

Don’t short out don’t short out don’t short out don’t short out—

Lightning crackled all over Denki’s body, but the sparks never left him until Kacchan’s firecracker hands touched him. The other boy’s body went rigid for a few seconds, before he fell backward with a yell. Every hair on his head stood up like pins and needles.

Denki didn’t waste any time. Grabbing Midoriya’s arm, he dragged him out of the hallway and ran. Kids parted to let them through. Once Denki judged it a safe distance, he stopped. He was trembling from head to toe, somewhat marveling over his still-intact brain.

“Sorry,” he blurted out. “For, um, pulling you like that. Are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse again?” Midoriya stared at him. “Um, hello? You okay?”

The other boy shook his head. “You just—I can’t believe you just talked like that to Kacchan.”

Denki laughed, and it helped with the shakes. “Seriously? That jerk? I’m surprised he doesn’t get his ass kicked more often.”

“Of course he doesn’t!” Midoriya gaped at him, appalled. “He’s—Kacchan’s the strongest kid ever!”

“Nah, he isn’t.” Denki gave him what he hoped was a comforting pat. “He acts like it, but every school I’ve ever been to had a kid just like him. Jerks like him are a dime per dozen. My dad says the biggest punks always hit high school before they finally figure out they’re nothing special. But seriously, are you okay?”

Midoriya was still staring at him. His uniform was scorched from the explosions, but nothing was bleeding, at least. “I’m… I’m okay. Th-thanks.” He blinked, and his eyes looked wet. “I mean… nobody’s ever—you didn’t have to…”

“Of course I did!” Denki grinned at him. “I dunno about Kacchan’s chances, but I’m gonna be a hero someday. Heroes help people, don’t they?”

Midoriya’s eyes lit up like stars. “You like heroes?” he asked. “Who’s your favorite?”

Denki snorted. “All-Might, duh.”

“Mine too!” For the first time since meeting him, Denki saw Midoriya smile. “My name’s Midoriya Izuku. Do you want to be friends?”

Denki didn’t even need a working brain to answer that one.

#my hero academia #kaminari denki #midoriya izuku #commission #fanfiction #tales from the pit

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 5 years

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Hakuoki Bakumatsu Kazama Mini Drama “Winds blowing on the street at Night”Translation

UPDATE: it is very, very, very likely that I will be bumping the CXM drama from Otomate party 2017 to november. don’t want to rush+feeling a bit lackadaisical cuz there a few sentences that I just don’t get+there are several terms I’m having difficulties phrasing. At about 65% done.

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Translation of the Hakuoki Bakumatsu Mini-drama for Kazama from the Hakuoki Bakumatsu Character CD for him.... aka the Warriors of the Shinsengumi game which I still haven’t gotten around to completely beating... I think? meh idc if that is the right name or not.... JP is 薄桜鬼キャラクターCD 幕末花風抄風間千景.

This was translating using two different Chinese translations.... final edits will be done after comparing to the audio though I’m not sure if I’ll bother fixing this post as I intend to make an srt file... Also I think half my posts don’t show up under the hakuoki tag for some reason.... or disappear than reappear.

enjoy...?

also should i mention the video is up now? Link to post here.

Hakuoki Bakumatsu Kazama Drama “Winds blowing on the street at Night” [or Night Winds blowing on the Street?]

Translation by KumoriYami

Kazama: Hnn. What does that bastard Amagiri mean? To actually say that I am similar to humans, and that I am interested in the Shinsengumi?

Shiranui and I are not the same./I am not like Shiranui.

The Shinsengumi is a group of people claiming to understand the pride of warriors yet call themselves samurai despite how rusty [tainted/corroded? actually says rusted ] their swords are.

To actually say that I am interested in them? What a stupid thing to say.

Ha.

There is no need to get upset about this. If Shiranui hears this, [he would] laugh about how serious I am in about denying it/laugh at me for being so serious in denying it. If it were Amagiri, it would be time for him to start preaching again.

Truly [how] beautiful, this evening of sunlight and shadow?/Isn't this beautiful, this evening of light and shadow/sunlight and shade/Isn't the sight of today's sunset turning to dusk beautiful?

Forget about what Amagiri said and go drink./Go drink and put aside what Amagiri said.

After coming to the capital [check for if it says Kyoto], I have rarely had the opportunity to go walk (through town?)/ about like this because of my duties/responsibilities.

Walking in this direction to see the temples and shrines lined up, and this interesting scenery, it can be said that there is a peace and quiet [atmosphere]/is this what is referred to as peace and quiet? [check audio for if this sounds like a question.]

Although humans are stupid/humans themselves are stupid creatures, they can unexpectedly create this kind of atmosphere/they were able to create such a view/what they build is not bad

No, I will acknowledge this matter/it should be said that this talent should be recognized/acknowledged.

However the talent in/for creating such beautiful scenery is not appreciated, and only ends up being destroyed by fighting/and is easily destroyed by fighting, which is why humans are so stupid/foolish.

The Shinsengumi is also like that.

Hijikata: Stop. Report/Identify your domain and name.

Kazama: Che....

Hijikata: Sure enough, it's you. What exactly are you doing here?

Kazama: Whether it's Ikedya Inn, or Nijō Castle, you're always appearing before me, truly what an eyesore.

HIjikata: Well, there is no harm in us settling the dispute from Nijo Castle here.

Kazama: Originally it was because you were not killed that I went into the streets to change my mood/ headed to the streets for a change of mood. [I give up with this sentence. looked at 2 Chinese TLs and this is the best I came up with.]

Cutting you down will allow [me] to vent.

There is not much difference between your skill and the man named Okita, it's only at that level /Your skill is similar to the man named Okita, however that's all it is [all there is?].

Hijikata: With only one exchange, you know of Souji. Unlike you who only knows how to cut people down without justice/righteousness/ He's not like you being someone without justice and can only kill people, Souji's sword contains his pride and soul!

Kazama: Do not bark if you are unable to accept a single blow. You've only had one exchange with me, what do you know about me?

Hijikata: Don't know anything. Also don't want to know!

Kazama: What's wrong? This was just getting entertaining for me now.

Hijikata: Your skills/abilities are very sluggish, [and] frankly it [they/you] bores[bore] me to sleep.

Kazama: Then I can help you so that you will never open your eyes again.

Hijikata: That's something that I should be saying!

Hijikata: hey, drive the cat away.

Kazama: If you bothered/unhappy/upset with it, kill it. It just so happened to come over to us. What a great guy. Entering someone else's life and death struggle/fight to the death [yet it] can be so carefree/content/pleased with itself.

HIjikata: You're from the/of the Satsuma Domain/one of the Satsuma. What did you mean by "stop turning humans into oni?" Is that advice from the Satsuma?

Kazama: It's my advice to you. Because you [plural you... so maybe 'you guys'] are pitiful.

hijikata: Pitiful?

Kazama: Can't even understand this?/To actually be unable to understand this?

Hijikata: Why are you sympathizing with us when you're with the Satsuma/As someone from the Satsuma, why are you sympathizing with us?

Kazama (speaking to himself/thought):The Satsuma and Choshu's alliance is only a matter of time/will be acting together soon. If the Shinsengumi and I end up in a conflict, it is unlikely the Satsuma will complain. However/But Amagiri will never stand idly by/stay silent, and listening to his preaching[/him harping on] again would be annoying. [check audio for Sat-cho]

Hijikata: Don't reply by staying silent!

Sheathing your blade/sword.... what the hell are you doing/what exactly are you doing?

Kazama: I'm not interested. Today I'll let you go.

Hijikata: Let me go? I can't let you off. And I'm not letting you go. [I think 2nd sentence is 'I'm not done with you']

kazama: If I kill you now it would be possible to [take] revenge/It would be simple to kill you here now, but/however what follows afterwards will certainly be troublesome/annoying.

HIjikata: annoying/inconvenient/troublesome?

Kazama: I will answer you/will answer your question . First, I am not a member of the Satsuma Domain. I only am returning a favour owed by [my?] clan, [and?] for the time being that [means] temporarily lending [my] assistance to the Satsuma.

Hijikata: Clan?

Kazama: I don't have to explain it to you/I don't ow you an explanation. I am not acting with loyalty to the Satsuma. That's all it is. But/however if I am in contact with the Shinsengumi, people/someone will gossip [roughly says chatter endlessly]. And if you choose to now deal with me under the Satsuma, it will also not end well.

hijikata: Indeed, if I cut down one of the Satsuma's people, I would probably bring problems to the Aizu.

Kazama: As for why I show you mercy, it's because you guys are indeed/truly/really miserable/pitiful.

Hijikata: What are you saying!?

Kazama: Insignificant humans are unable to use that type of serum. In the end, you [plural] trying to to wasted effort to receive my oni clan's strength is a wasted effort. [/deluded if you think you can obtain the strength of my oni clan oni strength / you attempting to receive the power of the oni will be result in a wasted effort.] [can't decide on wording of sentence so wrote down w/e. "power" can also be used to replace "strength"]

HIjikata: Oni!?

Kazama: Without even understanding this, trying to break the boundary between humans and oni is truly stupid/it is foolish to attempt breaking the differences in species of humans and oni, which is why you are indeed pitiful/pathetic. [check audio for humans and oni]

Kazma: Is the shogunate, which you're giving you life away to, really worth it/Is the shogunate worth sacrificing your lives for? I don't know what else to call your situation but sad.

Hijikata: You say we aren't aware of [the/our] situation/able/don't know how to judge/examine our situation/read the flow of the times?

Kazama: That's right. Like how a bird knows the wind, similarly to how fish follow currents, if they are unable to judge the situation, they will fall to the ground or sink. That's what happens when times change/This is what the world demands.

Hijikata: If you cast aside your belief/convictions to [simply/just to] move forward/forge ahead/when facing difficulties, you may as well go and die!

Kazama: Belief/conviction?

hijikata: To live is to carry out one's convictions/beliefs./Life is about carrying out one's own beliefs!/People live to carry out their beliefs!

Kazama: How/Truly stupid.

Hijikata: I thought you'd slice/cut this cat without hesitation/I thought you'd immediately cut/slice this cat to death.

Kazama: Is constantly killing people at random all that humans are skilled at? Humanity only knows how to kill to fulfill their own selfish desires for the sake of their insatiable greed... it's endless/there's always a fight/always fighting [???]. Why can't you live without killing your own people? Such stupidity cannot be described with words/Other than stupidity, there are no other words to describe this.

Hijikata: If we don't do that, we're not going to make it to the end/We can't live without doing this./We don't have a choice but to do this until we die.

Kazama: Indeed stupid. Can't you realize your own stupidity without dying/[needing to] die? [are you unable to realize your stupidity unless dying/you die?]

Hijikata: The weak should/will die. However even if we have to eat dirt to survive, [we will] continue pushing forward until we ultimately succeed! [i should go replay hijikata's route for this sentence lol. i'm pretty he sure says something like this... though i can't recall it right now....also don't feel like checking]

Kazama: This [conversation/discussion] is over./That's it.

Hijikata: Wait.

Kazama: Is there something else?

Hijikata: Is Kodo-san really not with you? [need to check if it's -sensei or -san here]

Kazama: Why would you ask about this?

HIjikata: I asked you a question.

Kazama: You aren't going to recapture Kodo./You're not still thinking about recapturing/getting Kodo back.

Hijikata: You can't/Can't you give a straight answer?

Kazama: I don't have to answer you. Chizuru herself can come and confirm it./ If Chizuru wants to confirm this, she is welcome to.

Hijikata: How could I have let her go to the person who's been trying to/going to kidnap her.

Kazama: One day you will know everything.

Hijikata: Hey! Stop/stop right there! [Literally says stop for me! but that sounds weird]

Kazama: You bother me again and I will not hesitate to strike./You keep bothering me, and we will fight.

Hijikata: Vanished/Escaped/Ran away..... You should hurry up and go home. Kyoto at night can get very dangerous.

Kazama: Shinsengumi.... Are they still planning on using Yukimura Kodo? They completely ignored my advice/didn't heed my advice at all, really what a bunch of fools/idiots.

Chizuru is undoubtedly their trump card to force Kodo into continuing his research experiments./Chizuru must be being kept by them to force Kodo into continuing his research./Ultimately Chizuru is leverage against Kodo to have him resume his research.

They don't understand Chizuru's true value/How could they know of Chizuru's true value [check audio for Shinsengumi being mentioned here].

Indeed, I cannot let this go.

When the time comes, Chizuru must be taken (forcibly) to my side/Any opportunity to take Chizuru must be seized without hesitation, even if that means attacking the Shinsengumi/killing members of the Shinsengumi.

end....? dun dun da dummmm

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When I do go making the subtitle video... I’ll go and check the name of the cd. will probably use a mix of the translation and literal pronunciation of that Japanese... Also, I’m just going to tag these as ‘Hakuoki Bakumatsu’ for categorization purposes for now since I don’t really care for the Warriors of the Shinsengumi game as I only completed Saito’s route.... as I’m not particularly fond of games without story that require grinding like that...

Btw, is the way I translated Kazama condescending enough...? I try to match the tone of words used in the English translations of the games when doing my translation... though I’ll admit that this is really only a concern for things that I have audio for.

In regards to the other Bakumatsu dramas.....I believe that the Saito drama was already translated (Wind Bell), as was Souji’s (Riceballs) and Hijikata’s (Conversation over Tea in the moonlight). At the moment, I don’t know if Heisuke’s mini drama was translated (saved as image posts unfortunately so I won’t be checking it for now as it’s a pain when trying to read words that I don’t understand but i’m pretty sure it wasn’t), so at the moment that just leaves Bakumatsu dramas for Shinpachi/Yamazaki (what i think is that anyway. saved as image) and Harada’s (i think it’s with Kazama?) for this (no timeline atm for these) until I feel like checking those pics... I think? Also I’m not entirely sure that these are all Bakumatsu dramas since there is another set of drama cds that share a similar looking name.... not that I care right to figure that out right now lol....

forgot to mention: there’s one for Chizuru but she’s the only one talking in it... so iuno if i’ll bother with that cuz it’s 9 min long.

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