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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN🙏🏻🙏🏻 YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE IT👁️👁️

lose your shit

dwb! matt x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing

based on these texts, it won’t really make sense if you don’t read them.

a/n: the guy’s name is alex, i hope you like this <333

shit shit shit shit.

this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.

matt doesn’t live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.

fuck.

i began to shake alex awake. “you gotta wake up, dude”

after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, letting out a yawn.

“nothing. you just really need to fucking go”

“alright damn, but what’s the rush?”

“please just hurry up, i don’t have time for this” i said, pulling him off the bed.

“damn, was the sex that bad?” i didn’t even answer, just looked him up and down.

“alright, jeez” i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.

he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.

when he was done he just stood there.

“was there something else you needed?” i asked trying to figure out why he wouldn’t leave.

“can i at least brush my teeth?”

“does this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.” i answered, starting to get annoyed.

he just stared at me, mouth open.

“you do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?”

“well, yeah. but-“

“ok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygiene” i said nudging him out of my room.

i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.

when i opened the door, there stood matt.

fucking hell.

that has to be the worst timing i’ve ever had in my entire life.

his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same thing, matty-boy”

they know each other.

the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.

“oh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, y’all can catch up later” i said, trying to get him to walk away.

“actually, i think i’m gonna stay” he said, looking matt up and down.

well, shit.

this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didn’t surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasn’t expecting this from alex.

alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasn’t built for it, at least, that’s what i thought.

matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.

“jesus christ, matt” i said in shock.

“what ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?” matt did just that, swinging at alex’s face.

“you need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?”

“no can do, matty pooh. i can’t lie, she’s a good fuck”

matt didn’t like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.

alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught matt’s fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.

yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.

“hey fuckers! i don’t know if you’ve noticed but my house is white. it’d be lovely if you didn’t get blood on it !” i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.

alex took advantage of matt’s distraction to land another blow to matt’s face.

that shit looked like it hurt.

i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.

“you two need to get a fucking grip” i turned to alex. “walk away before i call the cops on your ass”

i turned to matt, “you’ve made your point, let him go”

matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off “your face isn’t the only place i left marks ” he mumbled.

matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.

i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. “it’s fine. just let him go” he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.

once i heard alex’s car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside “come on”.

i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.

“did he actually mark you up?” he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.

“no, matt. he was just trying to get under your skin” i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.

i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. “i know, i know. sorry”

my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.

he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.

“all done.” i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. “lemme just grab a-“ he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.

my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasn’t hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each other’s faces.

he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “what was that for?” i asked, eyes still closed.

“i need you to know that i care about you” my eye opened at this, staring into mine.

“i’m not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and i’m so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i can’t lose you, and i couldn’t live with myself if i let anything happen to you.”

he pecked my nose.

“i know that you’re capable of making your own decisions, and i’m not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and he’s not the type of person you want to be around. i can’t just watch him ruin you.” he moves a piece of hair out of my face.

“so i’m sorry that i just showed up here. i’m sorry i lost my shit. i’m sorry about the blood on your house” we both chuckled.

“but i can’t help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazy”

“hmm i don’t know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, it’s hot” i said as our noses touched.

he pushed my hips against my sink.

“good” he said as he went in for another kiss.

🌀🌀🌀🌀

hope you liked :)

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yankpop · 10 months

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Debut

Summary: Your sunbaenim is not as innocent as you thought he was.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes that includes yandere/dark. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Manipulation; Power Imbalance; Toxic Industry (and JK).

AN: Tommorrow I'm going on a one-week vacations so I won't be able to post anything. Hopefully when I get back I might write some more. Let me know what you guys thought of this!

“No?”

Jungkook repeats after you, pierced brow slightly raising as he looks at you. His leg bounces up and down, shaking the couch he’s sitting on.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you understand this…” he starts and you catch his eyes tracing your body up and down.

His stare makes you uncomfortable and you sneakily cross your arms, hoping to protect a bit of the exposed cleavage.

“I can help you, okay? Actually, we can help each other mutually.”

His words grab your attention and Jungkook smiles at that, rising from the couch and walking up to you.

“I’ve seen you practice. The way you dance, how you sing… you’ve got a gift. You’re more than ready to debut, trust me.” he inches closer to you, so close that you need to fight off the impulse to take a step back.

There’s a gut sinking feeling and you press your lips together.

“You could help me with… something and in return, I’ll pull some strings." Jungkook places his hands on your arms, rubbing the soft skin up and down. "Talk with the managers and the board. Make you debut faster. Wouldn’t you like that?”

He smiles at you and you gulp down, unsure of what to reply.

You want to cry.

Is this really happening to you? There had always been lingering rumors about seniors idols taking advantage of the younger ones but you simply never assumed it could happen to you. The spotlight is never your place, so why should it happen to you. You’re not the best dancer nor the most talented singer.

You’d always rank in second or third place in all the competitions and tests, no matter how hard you tried. Someone else always got the first place, all the compliments and the rewards while you remained with the usual “try harder next time” talk.

Not to mention that you’re not the prettiest trainee. Maybe that’s why you still haven’t debuted.

But this…

“What do you say, baby? It’s mutual benefit for both of us, I swear.”

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, his perfect face staring at you as your mind runs wild.

You want to say no.

“Hum, okay, I guess.” you whisper the words out and Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Good girl.”

When he pulls away, a half-smile is on his face as he glances at your lips.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay? It’s no big deal.”

He doesn’t wait for your answer and quickly closes the gap between you, lips pressing against yours. His metal piercing feels cold and weird as he makes you open your mouth wider, his tongue digging into you.

A gag gets caught up in your throat when you feel his hand bunching up your ass.

You squeal, pushing him away with tears pricking your eyes. He stumbles back with a stunned face.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Think about debuting, okay?.” he reaches for your face with his hands and despite the need of slapping his hands away, you remain still.

“Think about how proud your parents will be when they find out their beautiful daughter is finally getting the success she deserves.” his voice gets lower, one of his hands sneaking towards your crop top and a shiver runs down your body when he touches your skin.

You just want to go home.

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll make all of your dreams come true.”

There’s something concealed in his face as he slowly kisses you back, something that gives you the chills.

Suddenly you’re not sure about him being the nice sweet guy that you always assumed your sunbaenim to be.

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highdefhoetry · 5 months

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Behind the Blindfold, ch. 4 [Gojo Satoru x reader]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, jealousy, possessiveness, marking/biting/hickies, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (vaginal), tickle kink, creampie, finger sucking, big dick, aftercare, exhibitionism, hair pulling, doggy style, overstimulation, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, size kink, size difference, reader is short, gojo is feral af and a bit sadistic

summary: after a big argument fueled by jealousy, gojo satoru is determined to prove you wrong.

word count: ~4,477

read part 1 here! read part 2 here! read part 3 here!

read on ao3 here!

“Hey! (Y/N), wait!”

Heavy footsteps echo behind you as you rush through the crowded streets of Tokyo. You push your way past unassuming people, simmering quietly as you make your stormy escape. You hear someone calling for you, but the sound of his voice only serves to ignite you further. You pretend not to hear and keep going.

“I said wait, god damn it!”

You dip into a nearby alley and find yourself at a dead end. Shit. The footsteps that had been following behind you for the last several blocks pause, and you sense a foreboding presence behind you. You swing around to glare at Gojo Satoru, who’s staring back at you from behind dark tinted glasses with an uncharacteristically serious expression. He had barely broken a sweat during the chase, despite how quickly he was walking to keep up with you. Your attempt to run away had been futile.

“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?” he rubs the back of his neck, rolling his head backwards from side to side. “How many times am I going to have to chase after you like this?”

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

Your voice is sharp and full of venom. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the corners of his lips turned down in displeasure.

“Calm down, firecracker. Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” he whines. “You’re more worked up than usual.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” you snap back furiously.

“Okay, okay,” Gojo puts his hands up in an act of surrender, letting his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His radiant blue eyes peer over them, studying you intently. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re so pissed off.”

“You know exactly why,” you spit back, trembling a bit from anger. “I should have known you’d pull something like this. I should have never gotten involved with you.”

“Huh? What on earth are you going on about?” annoyance begins to seep through his voice. “What the hell did I do?”

“I fucking saw you, Satoru. With my own two eyes.”

“Saw me what?” His volume increases, and you sense his own patience is wearing thin. “Spit it out already. I’m tired of this damn guessing game.”

“You were flirting with her! Right in front of me!” the tears you had been forcing back finally break through. You feel a few of them drip onto your burning cheeks and quickly wipe them dry. Your entire body feels hot. You hadn’t realized how agitated you had become. How he always managed to get under your skin was beyond you.

“Flirting with who? ” he pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side with brows furrowed. “...Hold on a second. You mean the barista?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “I saw you take her number.”

You shoot daggers at his perfect face while he gawks at you, taking a moment to process your words. Then, his frown slowly starts to fade. A slow smile creeps across his face as he looks back at you with an incredible amount of satisfaction, chucking quietly in that low baritone of his.

That goddamn smile. It made it almost impossible for you to cling onto the anger.

Almost.

“Ah. I see what’s going on.”

He closes in on you, taking advantage of the fact that you’re up against the wall with nowhere else to run.

“You’re jealous.”

Lacking the energy to come up with a comeback, you simply cross your arms and scowl. He lets out a bitter laugh, shakes his head a little.

“Well, I can’t help that I’m ridiculously good looking and charming. It’s not something I can control,” he says, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. “But she’s not my type at all. I just accepted it to be polite. You know, because somebody is always on my ass about being nice to people?”

You scoff angrily, but a few seconds later, he pulls you into his embrace. He wraps his arms around your back, pulls you into his chest. It’s such a sweet gesture. You don’t have the heart to push him away.

“You don’t need to get all grumpy about it,” his velvet baritone melts in your ear, his breath tickles your skin. “I told you, you’re the only one I’m interested in right now. That’s why I asked you out on this date, no?”

He takes your chin in one of his big hands, then pulls your face up, forcing you to return his gaze.

“Have a little more faith in me. How many times do I have to say that I only want you?”

He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips, twirling his tongue with yours. You close your eyes, allowing the last tears you’d been suppressing to drip onto your cheeks. He catches them in his thumbs and wipes them away. You’re not fighting him, but still find it difficult to get into it. He senses your hesitation and pulls away.

“You still don’t trust me,” he furrows his brows again, looking a bit forlorn.

A tinge of remorse stings your heart, but you remain silent. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets once more before backing away. He looks towards the sky as if contemplating something, pondering silently for a few moments, then turns back towards you with a stoic expression.

“You know, I’m a patient guy, (Y/N),” he finally speaks. His tone is darker, more embittered. “But even I have my limits.”

He narrows his eyes to glare at you intensely. The sight of him barely containing his unbridled frustration fills you with both fear and excitement. Your heart skips several beats; you recognize that look. You knew what this meant.

Those wild, insatiable eyes.

The way he’s purposely leering over you, a quiet reminder of your height difference.

He could ravage you as he pleased, take you whenever he wanted, as he’d done many times before.

And he was about to do it again.

Still at a loss of words, all you manage to do is stare back at him and watch as the sweet Gojo you’ve come to know becomes something sinister.

“What do I gotta do to prove myself, huh?” he towers over you as your back presses against the wall with that same crazed look in his eyes he had whenever he was about to take something, or someone, down. “Do I have to grovel at your feet? Kiss the ground you walk on? Tear my skin off so you can see me bleed for you?”

He slams his hand on the concrete wall beside your head and stares into your soul, locking those stunning baby blues with yours.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

You’d seen this side of him only once or twice, when the two of you were exorcizing a particularly difficult curse during one of your assignments. It was hard enough back then to focus on combat while you watched his fingers work their magic, curling and twisting as he used his jujutsu technique, reminding you of how skilled he was with his hands and how good they felt knuckle deep inside of you. His hair had been wild and unkempt as it flowed around his head. His eyes were fierce and untamed. His smile was wide and full of malice. He snickered as he worked, full of twisted pleasure as he tore the curse apart.

And now, his attention was solely on you.

“Maybe I’ve been too nice. Maybe I need to be a real bad guy for you to finally understand.”

Before you have a chance to respond, you feel one of his big hands wrap around your neck, holding you tightly in place. His grip is firm, but not painful. Your breath becomes shallow and frantic, and there’s nowhere to look but up. Your eyes meet his and his hands start to roam, slipping between your thighs to feel the warmth between them. His fingers touch your wet mound, then start to massage your swollen hood. He grins menacingly and lets out another dark chuckle.

“You like that, baby? You want me to be mean? You’re already soaking wet.”

His thumb traces your bottom lip, admiring its softness. You part your lips, inviting him inside, and he takes advantage of this invitation by shoving his thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, marveling at the taste and feel. It’s clean, soft, and a bit chapped from the dry air. Your mouth moves forward and backwards, reminding him of the talents of your tongue. His grin grows bigger, stretching his beautiful pink lips across his face.

When he can’t wait any longer, he pulls out his thumb and picks you up in a smooth, seamless fashion. He grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you into the air, pushing your back up against the alley wall while holding your legs at both sides of his waist. It happens so fast that you don’t have time to protest, to claim that you’re too heavy or that it’s too embarrassing. It’s like he’s carrying a basket of feathers; you’re practically weightless to him. Your legs dangle in midair for a second until they wrap around his waist as his thick, strong hands rest on your ass, cradling each cheek in his wide palms. There was no sign of strain or discomfort in his expression. Only an insatiable hunger, one that only you could feed.

God. He was so fucking hot.

“You want me to fuck you in front of her?” he growls into your ear in between the frantic neck kisses he’s peppering over your skin. “I’ll bring you back there right fucking now. I’ll show her how badly I want you.”

His mouth hungrily consumes you, his lips press themselves against every inch of your face. You’re caught between breathy gasps, sultry moans, and half-giggles. The sensations almost overwhelm you.

Your hand sneaks around to the back of his head and grips it tightly. His teeth sink into your neck, causing you to cry out and dig your nails in his skin. They wander upwards, scratching and clawing his buzzed undercut, and once again you are blessed with the sound of his sweet moans.

“Tell me who you belong to,” you demand, grabbing fistfuls of his silk hair, drunk off the beautiful, desperate noises he’s making.

“You,” he grunts while humping against your mound. He’s rock hard; it won’t be much longer until he forces it inside you once more.

“Say it louder.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“That’s right,” You cup his face, pull him in towards you until his lips meet yours. You whisper loaded threats in between each stolen kiss.

“You’re mine. All mine. I’ll fucking kill anyone who comes near you.”

It’s intense. Even you frighten yourself a bit as you voice your internal thoughts. But this is what Gojo Satoru has done to you.

“You’re scary, (Y/N),” he teases, laughing a little. “But it’s really fucking hot.”

You are starting to grow tired of words. Feeling brave, you run both hands through his hair, then yank it softly as you pull his head to one side. There’s a momentary look of shock on his face, but his confident grin quickly returns.

“Taking charge now?” he chirps.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, mimicking all the times he’d done the same to you.

“I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

It’s subtle, but you see him shudder as your words wash over him.

You begin to trail a path of kisses from his lips to his neck. Once you reach the smooth, blemish-free skin, you begin to suck, lick and bite ever so gently. He makes a sudden noise that’s shockingly high pitched before letting out a long moan. You hear his voice shudder as you do it again, alternating between tender kisses and aggressive bites. Each time you pull away, you look at his pale skin and see another red mark in the shape of your lips and teeth. But the other side looks bare. You gently pull his head to the left, allowing you access to the untouched. Your lips meet his skin once more, your teeth leave indents as you nibble and suck.

The sounds coming out of his mouth are heavenly. Like a chorus of angels warbling in the air. His voice flutters with every kiss, every bite, every new mark left that claims him as your own. His beautiful blue eyes roll back in his head as he makes sweet, fluttery noises, just for you.

“(Y/N)...” he murmurs, barely able to form coherent words. There was something oddly satisfying about seeing a grown man like him turn to putty in your hands. The greatest sorcerer in the world, brought down by neck kisses and hickies. And you were the only one who could bring him here.

You lose track of how many times you mark him, but when you’re finished, you trace each one with the tip of your finger. Admiring your work. Your marking has left him in a dream-like state; the only thing that comes out of his mouth is an airy, bubbly giggle. His skin quivers as your fingers trail across his neck. He’s just as sensitive as you are, if not more.

Your lips press against his, reawakening his desire. His hands grope your thighs. His fingers press deep into your skin, wanting to leave their own mark on you.

He can’t wait any longer. He sets you down, back on your feet. Wobbly hands grab your panties and yank them down your thighs. The hem of your skirt rides up, and you feel a rush of cool air between your legs. You suddenly remember you’re in public; your eyes dart around to see if any passersby are peeping at your lewd act. He notices this and laughs.

“Oh, are you feeling shy now?” he derides. “I forgot. You like your privacy.”

You start to talk back, but your surroundings change in an instant, and once again you find yourself in a totally new space far from the dirty, rancid alley. Gojo and his goddamn cursed technique. He just had to show it off whenever he had the chance.

You briefly glance around, and after a few seconds it dawns on you that you’re at his place. You’d only been there once or twice, but you recognize the smell of expensive cologne and the piles of black clothes scattered around the floor. The essence of Gojo Satoru.

He carries you to the couch and plops you down, then climbs on top to straddle you. He seizes your wrists, holds them above your head, then uses his free hand to poke and prod at your sides. It happens so fast, you have no time to prepare yourself for the electrifying sensations that shock your nerves. You scream, you laugh, you thrash around wildly as he torments your sensitive body more than ever before. All while cackling maniacally like some sort of evil villain.

“Satoru, stahahap!” is all you can manage to spit out.

“What’s the matter? You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, tickling you even harder. “I’m just getting you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“Stop, it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“That’s right, baby. Beg for me.”

You feel like you’re going insane. He’s tickling you to madness, digging into your worst spots and tweaking your soft skin like he’s playing an instrument. Your laughter starts to sound like a hysterical melody. You’re struggling like hell to get out of his grasp, but the tickling has weakened you and eventually you resign yourself to laughing. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and he watches your futile attempts to escape with sadistic glee. You start to babble, pleading him for mercy, but all that earns you is more wicked laughter.

“You cryin’?” he taunts, wiping a tear off your cheek and licking it. “How cute. No mercy for you, though. I’m a bad guy now, remember?”

A moment of respite. You grovel, appeal to his sense of mercy, but in the end he ignores you and resumes his torment. His fingers dance across your ribs, following your body’s movements as you twist and turn. At this point you can’t even form words, and despite how much you’re shrieking and giggling it still seems like he’s laughing even harder.

You’re not sure how much time passes. It could have been a few minutes, or half an hour, or longer, but he finally lets up, allows you to catch your breath. You take deep gulps of air, still giggling lightly when you feel his hand rest on your stomach.

The momentary respite ends too soon. He slides his hands down your waist, rests them on your hips, taps them with his long fingers. The feeling makes you jolt, and the sight of you quivering under his touch amuses him further. He chuckles again, staring down at you with a crazed, feral look in his eyes. Your heart is thumping so loudly you wonder if he can hear it.

“Turn around.”

It isn’t a request. He doesn’t give you any time to decide whether or not you’re going to be obedient or defiant, quickly flipping you over so he can gain access to what he wants most. He grabs your hips again and lifts them into the air, forcing your face into the suede cushions on the sofa. You feel his soft lips press against your cheeks as they plant sloppy, wet kisses and love bites across the seldom-touched skin. You cry out softly, overcome with pleasure and just the right amount of pain. Out of nowhere, his tongue flicks your taint, making you squeal and buck your hips forward. You had not been expecting that. He simply pulls your hips back, slamming them against his own before licking the hyper-sensitive area once more. All while stroking his fingers up and down your sides, putting you in overstimulation hell. The sounds coming out of your mouth are inhumane.

Several minutes pass, and he finally decides he’s had his fill of your suffering. At least for now. Ready to be inside you, he yanks down his pants and boxers, throws them off to the side. They must have knocked over a lamp or something, because you hear a loud crash on the other end of the room. You turn your head to look, but don’t get the chance to see what it was. His hand pushes down on your neck, forcing you down once more while the tip of his cock pushes itself against your hole. You cry out when he shoves it inside. No matter how wet you are, his dick will always take you by surprise by its sheer size and girth. It feels so fucking good. It’s driving you insane.

The palm of his hand moves from the back of your neck to the lower part of your scalp. He makes a fist and pulls, softly at first to ease you into it, then with a bit more force. It forces your head back as he pumps his dick inside you over and over. It’s different from how he’s fucked you before. This time, there is no slow buildup or loving thrusts. Just him slamming his cock deep in your hole with rapid, deep strokes.

His other hand is gripping your waist, gently squeezing it every now and then to mess with you. Each time you feel that tickly feeling, your hole clenches around his member, coaxing more feral grunts and moans from his beautiful lips. Your back arches, your ass cheeks slam against his hips, your voice grows hoarse from the guttural moans emerging from your throat.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he croons. “Your perfect little hole is mine.”

“Satoru! Aaaah…”

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?”

“God, yes! Yes! ”

A few more strokes, shoved deep inside of you, and finally he comes. And he comes hard . He lets out one more loud groan before busting a load inside you, filling you once more with warmth and satisfaction. His cock twitches as it rests inside you; his moans grow softer, quieter. He stays there for a while, and you relish the full feeling his giant cock provides. When he finally pulls out after several seconds of cockwarming, you feel his seed dripping out. It soaks the cushions below.

But he’s not done with you yet. He manhandles you again, turning you over so you’re on your back and your legs are wide open, giving him full access to your cunt. His head dips down. His lips press against your throbbing clit. His tongue dances and twirls around, then his mouth consumes you completely. You’re already soaking wet, full of his cum and yours, and the intensity of his tongue movements are pushing you over the edge. You grip the fabric of the couch and arch your back, losing yourself in the ecstasy of his touch.

It takes quite a while for you to reach the edge, but he works you over with steadfast patience. He chuckles as he listens to you whimper and moan, and doesn’t resist when you grab his head and shove his face further down. His expert tongue and soft lips send waves of pleasure through your body, never ceasing even after you climax. Ecstasy courses through your veins. Pleasure vibrates through every nerve ending. You throw back your head and practically scream. You’ve never come this hard before, not with anyone else but him.

He’s not finished. As you’re panting and heaving, he slips one finger into your hole and slowly pumps it back and forth. Still writhing from the earth-shattering climax he just gave you, there’s little you can do but cry in frustrated pleasure. With one curl of his finger, he brings you to another climax, this one much more intense than the last. Your entire body arches upward. Colors and shapes explode in your vision. Your mind is starting to go fuzzy, but he still doesn’t stop. When the second orgasm has finished washing over you, he sticks in another finger and curls it up. Then he does it again, and again, and again…

With sweat plastered across your forehead and skin flushed so deeply it feels aflame, you whisper quiet pleas to your merciless lover.

“Satoru…” you splutter in between haggard breaths. “No more…”

He simply grins at you in response, devouring the sight of you with his voracious six eyes.

Ten long fingers rest on your hips, stroking them lightly. They crawl up your sides, then back down again. They follow your body’s movements while you thrash wildly, laughing and screaming in octaves you never knew you could reach. Every light flutter, every feathery claw feels like an electrical surge on your skin. All those successive orgasms have left you insanely sensitive. It’s the closest thing to torture you’ve ever felt. Gojo watches you with cruel satisfaction, laughs maniacally when you try to beg for respite. It’s unhinged, the way he’s giggling so cutely while making you suffer. Part of you is scared he’ll never stop. Part of you hopes he never will.

Fortunately, he does. After god knows how long he finally lets up, although he keeps his hands on your waist and his eyes focused on you. You can’t imagine how you must look; your eyes are bleary from all the tears he’s forced out, and your hair is strewn wildly about your head from all the struggling and wild movements. Your skin is warm, your throat feels dry. He damn near killed you with this little game of his.

He senses your exhaustion and stands up to grab you something to drink. He’s back in a split second, pressing the glass of cold water against your lips.

“Drink,” he commands, and you obey without protest. You finish the whole cup in a few gulps.

He pushes some of your hair out of your face, strokes your cheeks gently before kissing each one. His lips meet yours, and once you pull away he takes you in his arms and cradles you as you lay against his chest.

“Fuck…” you finally speak once you’ve regained your strength. “You’re a goddamn monster.”

That makes him laugh. He hugs you a little tighter and plants a kiss on your head.

“Are you still upset?"

"Upset about what?"

Oh. Right. You'd forgotten all about that. He smirks victoriously, proud of himself for getting one over on you once more. Asshole. But you don’t have the energy to say much else. Instead, you close your eyes, ready for a fucking nap after all that stimulation, but something stirring on the other side of the room gets your attention. You lift your head up, scanning the place for the source of the sound before your eyes fall on the figure sitting in the corner. The same corner you had heard that crash earlier.

A look of horror crosses your face as the realization hits you.

Someone else was in the room.

And she’d seen the entire thing.

It’s the barista from the coffee shop. The one you had accused. The poor girl gapes back at you both in disbelief and confusion, frozen with panic.

“Satoru!” you shout. He erupts into laughter, finding great amusement in your shock.

“Don’t worry. She’ll probably think it’s some sort of dream or vision,” he says in an attempt to console you. “Anyway, give me juuuust a second…”

He stands up, walks over to the young woman, then places a hand on her shoulder. They both vanish from your sight, and a few seconds later he reappears.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout again, earning another chuckle in response.

“I told you I’d fuck you in front of her.”

He hovers over you, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

“Next time, believe me when I tell you how I feel. Then we won’t have to play these silly games.”

You gawk at him for a long time, a million thoughts running through your mind. You want to scold him, tell him off, rip him a new asshole, but god. You’re so damn tired. And you can’t argue when he’s looking at you like this, with his big baby blues full of affection, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Two big hands cup your cheeks, brushing away the last of your sweat and tears. You close your eyes, and a soft pair of lips kiss your eyelids and forehead. When you open them again, his beautiful face greets you with a gentle smile full of adoration.

Gojo Satoru was a fucking enigma. The more you got to know him, the less you understood. But you were past the point of no return.

As you found yourself lost in those eyes of his once more, you knew there was no going back.

#jjk smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #minors dni #merry christmas ya filthy animals

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vinsmokesangio · 6 months

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facetime call

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you decide to “relax” your body and your best friend almost caught you. this is a second part of this au.

warnings: mentions of past relationships, f!masturbation, suggestive conversations | english’s not my native language | no proofread

genre: friends to lovers

word count: 733

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A few days passed after that “date”, where you and Tom shared the first kiss and confessed to each other. You feared your friendship might change after that, but actually it was going pretty well, at least for you. Tom still texted you, sending you memes and making facetime calls. The feeling was amazing, you really feel like you’re living a teenage dream, like that song. Unfortunately, past relationships still haunted you with your traumas. The fear of being left alone again always playing tricks on your mind… You didn't have the opportunity to meet your friends in common with Tom to talk about what happened between you both, but the last photo dump you posted on your IG account and the comments you've received from them might could’ve been useful for them to gossip about it in your absence. You’ve been really busy, finishing your drama school and preparing for the Christmas play which would be in a few days. Tom promised he’ll be attending, so as the rest of your friends and the thought of that made you anxious. Tom is a really good actor, and it kinda intimidates you, since you’re still graduating.

You went home and took a hot shower to let go your anxious thoughts. Have you noticed you’ve been thinking a lot lately? About everything? You can read the first paragraph again and take your notes… All the “what ifs” was driving you crazy, so you decided to take a breath and take care of yourself this evening. Skincare routine while watching Stranger Things for the third time, moisturising your hair.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, all your thoughts came back to Tom. His sweet lips in perfect sync with yours, his big hands caressing your body, hot and burning with desire. It was innocent and romantic, but the memory somehow turned you on. Since you were alone, why not take advantage, huh?

Lying comfortable in your bed, you let your hands help alleviate this feeling, letting them run down your body until you found the source of the heat you were feeling. Your mind masterfully reproduced the few moments of affection you exchanged with your best friend until then. The desire for months of accumulated sexual tension, the heat of his confession and the good feeling of conquest made you more excited and you began to pant. It didn't take long for your movements to become more intense, your breathing more shallow and you reached your peak. Letting out a long - but low - moan, you recover on the bed. Until you receive a facetime from Tom and shame takes over your face. You decide to answer, why not?

”Hey” - you say breathlessly. Damn, it would be hard to disguise what you just did thinking about him.

“Hi!!! Where are you? I’ve got news for you, Billy the Kid was renewed for a third… are you okay?”

Tom was extremely hyperactive and when he was happy, he seemed to vomit his words. But his euphoric expression quickly changed to concern as he watched you move a little on camera, your forehead sweaty and… wrapped in a towel?

“y/n, are you naked???” he burst out laughing, and you tried to hide in your pillow, but soon joined in with the laughter.

“Yeah, I am! I was showering!” giving up trying to hide it, you simply accept it and join in on his game. You notice his expression change to a more mischievous look.

“……….. Well, I've never had sex via FaceTime, but if you...”

“TOM! Shut the fuck up!!” then you both laugh again. That's why you love him. The way he always makes things lighter, making jokes, being goofy. He is your comfort. It's simply impossible to feel embarrassed around him, he will always make the mood delicious.

Tom then finishes telling his news, that the series would be renewed for a third season and he would receive the text soon. He was happy and you could tell from afar. You tell him about your day and a few minutes later, the call ends. You hang up the call and stare at the ceiling of your room, not noticing the huge smile on your face. You allow yourself to feel what you're feeling, you allow yourself to fall in love, and you accept it. Whatever will be will be.

#tom blyth x reader #coryo snow #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x you #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #giowriting #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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sednas · 2 years

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TO BE YOUNG AND IN LOVE - tr

꒰ ͜͡➸ the baji one is significantly longer because I am in love with him and I think it's a really good excuse

pairing: baji, chifuyu, ran, hanma x gn!reader

tw: NOT PROOFREAD, fluff, blood mention in hanma's part

the concept of peace and quiet never really sounded right for BAJI. what was the point of calmly clearing your mind when you could just scream your thoughts away through a good song, or get rid of your problems by creating others ones? tranquility was pointless. that's what he thought until he met you.

he lets his body fall on the grass, and a few seconds later you join him, your head resting a few inches from his own.

he can't believe he likes you enough to sit in the grass, in the middle of a park, in total silence. there's a lake right next to him, a few ducks are peacefully swimming around, and an old woman has been watching them on her bench for more than one hour now. baji sighs, maybe he could throw some rocks in the water, it would disturb the ducks and they would fly right into the grandma, his mouth is already forming a malicious smile just thinking about it. it would probably be fun, causing some chaos in the park, watching people run away because of an unexpected fire, crashing a car into the lake...

the sound of a giggle comes to his ears, and he turns his head to look at you. your head bent toward your book, your eyes are carefully fixated on the lines of the book, a little smile on the corner of your lips. you must have read something funny. taking advantage of the fact that you are focused, baji stares a little more, he likes the way your hair floats around your head because of the wind, it reminds him of those heroes he reads in his mangas, when they finally reach their ultimate powers and transform into their final form, their hair flying around them. you look like an ethereal being, simply reading a book. baji blushes at the thought and groans while rubbing his hand over his face. he just flustered himself.

"you look pretty bored."

"there's not much to do around here."

"hey, you're the one who asked to come with me."

"you didn't want me to come with you?"

a few seconds of silence... he's sure he can feel his own heartbeat, god he hates silence so much. he sees you turn your head to look up at him through your lashes, and in this new position a few strands of his hair are softly touching your face.

"no, I want you to stay."

that's an assertive answer, you're sincere, he can tell just by looking into your eyes. he grins, turning his head to look at the sky above the two of you, failing to see how you noticed the way his cheeks turned red. he hears you sighing peacefully, and his heart beats faster when he feels your hand grazing his, both of you drowning in a soothing silence, letting the song of the loving birds in the trees speak for you.

RAN is tall. really tall. it has always been an advantage during fights. his opponent usually can't hit his head or even grab his shoulders. his height, his tattoo, his arrogant expression, his muscular body, everything about him is impressive and scary. people move aside when he walks down the street, afraid that he might bump into them and start a fight right away. he's a big, intimidating man.

and not a lot of people would guess how soft he is for you.

extending your arm to reach the highest vinyl bin, you stand on your tiptoes, groaning in frustration.

"why do they always have to put the most interesting things at the top?"

your fingers brush against the desired vinyl, but before you can grab it, someone takes it.

ran is here, of course since he's the one who made you discover that little vintage shop.

"were you struggling with that?"

his voice is playful but not threatening, it's far from his usual tone that he uses around other people.

"don't even start."

you move closer as if you were trying to intimidate him. he doesn't move an inch, and you end up right in front of him. he has a big smirk on his face, his dark eyes staring at you and the way you're pouting.

"give me that."

not a lot of people would talk to him like that, he finds it funny, how you never hesitate to order him around, it's refreshing to have someone who is not afraid of him. especially someone this cute.

with this smug look still on his face, he raises a brow, tilting his head to the side, making you take a step back when his nose almost brush yours.

"say please."

you roll your eyes but do as he says.

"please, give me that."

"there you go precious."

the nickname makes you blink a few times before going back to your usual self.

"that was so corny."

ran laughs, and the warm sound coming out of his mouth makes your heart skip a beat. you quickly turn away, pretending to look at the pile of cds now in front of you.

ran's smile softens as he's already reaching into his pockets for money to buy you that vinyl.

"then the cops arrived so me and mikey had to run. he's super fast you know? so I had to..."

sometimes baji talks so much that CHIFUYU just doesn't listen. lucky for him, kazutora is here too, paying close attention to what his friend is saying. it allows chifuyu to let his mind wander around, eyes unfocused on the little birds that are searching for food in the grass of the park. they're cute.

cute, like you. it's been a little while since he realized his feelings for you. now all his thoughts keep coming back to you, you and your eyes, your hair, your smile and everything he loves about you.

"hi chifuyu!"

god, he's so in love with you that sometimes he hears your voice when you're not even here. his thoughts are interrupted by a shoulder tap from Baji and he blinks a few times before realizing that you're right in front of him. he greets you with a trembling hand, feeling his cheeks grow ridiculously red.

"I just wanted to say a quick hello to you guys, I'll catch you later okay?"

you said to them but your eyes come back to chifuyu's, smiling sweetly at him. the blonde boy can feel himself smiling too, his heart pounding in his chest. you wave at chifuyu them and he watches you go until you're out of his sight. he can already feel the teasing gaze of baji on him, kazutora is grinning like an idiot, both of them are wiggling their eyebrows in his direction.

"you look a little red on the face uh-huh..."

your date didn't go as planned. they didn't show up, and it started raining. now you're here, waiting for a bus to take you back home. your hair is ruined, your clothes are wet, the bus shelter doesn't do its job at all, the wind makes the rain fall in a mess of water drops, hitting you mercilessly in the face. you're cold, and your bottom lip is trembling, it feels like you have a lump in your throat and some tears on your cheeks mix with the drops of water. what a shitty day. you lower your eyes to the ground for a few seconds, your vision blurred by the rain, but then you don't feel the water drops anymore and a tall shadow engulfs you.

"here. you're going to end up soaked."

you raise your eyes, only to meet the golden ones of HANMA, grinning at you. he's holding his jacket right above your head, shielding you from the icy wind and the cold rain.

"what are you doing here? it's a weird timing for a walk."

"I could ask you the same."

you lower your eyes again, not wanting to say how your date dumped you. your gaze lands on his tall and lean body covering yours from the rain, his shirt stained with blood.

"did you get into another fight?!"

he smiles at your dramatic tone, and with his free hand he removes the last droplets of water on your cheeks.

"don't worry sweetheart, blood's not mine."

he laughs at your furrowed brows, his hand 'punishment' is still holding your face, and a shadow crosses his eyes. he hates seeing you sad, you're the least person who deserves to be sad. for a few seconds his smile seems genuine and his eyes are soft on you, you can feel your heart pounding into your chest, thinking that your lifelong crush will finally kiss you. but then he's squeezing your cheeks together, a devilish smirk on his lips as he brings your face closer to his.

"want me to give you a ride home and help you warm up?"

he breaks into a childish laugh when you hit his chest with your hand. completely ignoring what you're saying, he puts his jacket on your shoulders.

"alright let's go, I don't want you to catch a cold, you're so annoying when you're sick."

he starts walking, his body still shielding you from the cruel weather, your date's blood spreading on his shirt because of the water.

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saigawrites · 1 year

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Hey siri, how to take care of an aura jelly blob?

Continuation of my series | part 1 | part 2

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Sumeru men edition

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios

Warnings : cursing, mentions of animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature, that looked nothing like anything from your world. So, you try to take care and somehow live with this sentient balloon.

You didn't know what had happened at all. You didn't know how and why you took home an intellectual blob with pretty colors. But, right now there is no time asking questions, as this flying circle thing has been squeaking for about 30 minutes, trying to explain you something. You came up with an idea in your mind, but for a moment thought it would be impossible. But, who knows? Maybe this creature actually has an intelligence and can write what they wanna say on a notebook?

Grabbing a empty notebook and a pencil from your workspace table, you open it and give the pencil to the creature. Shockingly, it holds it with tiny arms, and levitating themselves closer to the paper, they start to scribble something.

Wanderer ♥︎

"Filthy humanoid creature! I am the unnamed wanderer from teyvat! I know nothing about the surrounding environment around me. Tell me, where am I, so I can figure out a way to return to my homeland. And don't you dare to take advantage of my current state! I am powerful beyond your understanding, even if I'm not in my original form."

Okay, that's kinda freaky. Why is an aura balloon acting all supreme now?

When you read what he wrote, an "really?" expression set on your face. That's probably why he zapped you when you took him out of your bag.

As much as you know, there isn't a place called "teyvat" in any part of the globe. So, this thing is from another one. Great. You somehow bringed an alien into your house.

But at least, some of your questions were answered.

You found a bit funny that a floating circle with cat ears and tail was deliberately trying to boss around, though you didn't wanna get electrocuted again, so you simply followed whatever demands this alien thing could have.

Oh, his demands were BIG. No sleeping past 6 AM, doing intense research on the topic of multidimensional lapping, and long explanations about literally everything your world can offer you.

Well, you are glad that you don't have to feed him or watch after him.

That last part was a lie, as this seemingly harmless boss companion of yours was dangerously curious, and happened to cause trouble even if he was as soft as jelly.

Yeah, that time he wanted to see what type of clothes do your humans wear, he shaked that closet a little too much, as it almost fell on you.

You learned that he is surprisingly very strong after that, he even helped you put the heavy wood rectangle back in place.

Or that time you both were taking a walk in the forest, and he came too close to an aggressive tank with antlers, a 6 feet tall moose, making him react violently to you.

Gladly, the moose couldn't come any closer as your blue-purple friend somehow casted a heavy gust of wind, strong enough to push the animal away.

Your angry little jelly blob rushed to your side after that, afraid of you damaging yourself in any way. After scanning your face for any injuries and finding none, the cat blob made sure to not to stray away from you far.

Kaveh ♡

"Thank you, kind-hearted humanoid! I was so scared when I woke up in that place. Your rescue will be forever remembered by me. I am Kaveh, the architect of the sumeru city! It is an honour to be acquainted with such a peculiar creature like you! Please, help me find a way for me to get back to my planet."

First off, did he mention sumeru? The ancient city that existed centuries ago? Second off, did he call you peculiar? These balls be wildin

The warm-yellow bunny eared balloon floated around you excitedly, waiting for your response. You wanted to pet him and slap him into the void at the same time.

You got his vibe just right in your first interaction. The jelly ball acted all cute and adorable, but the clinginess of his made you progress on the aggression part in the cuteness-aggression feeling way more.

Seriously, this piss blob's ignoring of your personal space is on another level. The amount of times you had to shove him away from nuzzling all over your face and hair is overwhelming.

In his eyes, you are a majestic architectural masterpiece. He takes notes how your eyes and ears are on the same level, how your brows are exactly perfect centimeters away from your eyes. He loves your nose structure, he often stares at it to much, gaining a questioning look from you.

He is just like that with literally everything else in your apartment. He takes notes of the proportions of some objects, and in his seelie mind he finds ways to project your modern structures into his own.

Other than disturbing your piece he likes to look out the window, stare down at all of the other buildings and examine them with extreme focus.

Sometimes he even tries to make a sketch with his itty bitty hands, but fails miserably and comes crying to you, burying himself in your arms and making you pet his smooth body.

Al-haitam ♥︎

"I am Al-haitam, and I come from another world, as you probably already have guessed from our appearance differences. I thank you for taking me into a safe environment, may the archons bless your kind-soul. I ask you to fulfill my another wish, help me return back."

Who are archons? Are they some kind of deitys? Gods perhaps? You truly don't know.

His calm and reserved behavior matched his talking style. He kinda reminded you of the mystical tree, his colors and a leaf like antenna confirmed your statement further.

That's probably why you would burst out laughing whenever the green aura circle would act all smart, reading books and watching educational videos on youtube with you.

Though, after laughing your ass off, you would always think of his behavior as cute in a way. So much that you would have to hold your hands in place and resist the urge to just squeeze the life out of him.

Sometimes you couldn't hold it tough, and give in to your desires, smiling and giggling as you nuzzle this jello orb body of his.

Fighting back and eventually winning, he would aggressively bring your communication notebook and write down that your relationship is purely professional and you are disturbing his necessary research.

Making a ridicilously serious face and nodding repeatedly you would leave him alone for some time, only to come back again to lay on him and fight in the process.

Eventually he would just give up and go with the flow of your playfulness, seeing as he got exhausted of reading multiple books already.

And when you would get tired, you both would just lay there, napping peacefully as he nuzzles in your chest, listening to your heartbeat and think of how strange you are in his world perspective.

After waking up from a quick nap, he would poke you with his tiny arms and tug you to stand up to go to the library with him.

He really loved your libraries, the sight of your extremely detailed and textured bookshelfs and scriptures would make him scream like a fangirl on the inside.

He also liked your concentrated state, with your reading glasses on and gaze fixed on the letters. He would enjoy it even more when you would take notes of the subject, he's genuinely amazed of your handwriting.

Cyno ♥︎

"I am the general Mahamatra, Cyno. I thank you for saving me from the streets. I would be more than happy if you could get me back in my world, teyvat. Thanks in advance, or should I say, in later on."

What the hell was that. Was it... a joke? Okay, now is not the time to question what type of humor does this purple circle has.

Oh, but he's questioning you, looking at you with such a attentive gaze. Is he waiting for you to laugh?

Fulfilling his wishes, you chuckled from the amusement of not getting the joke at all. The blob didn't care though, as he simply jiggled in his place, proud of himself.

From that moment you discovered that this alien orb is a terrible jokester, as he would literally pull you from whatever you were doing to just check his new made ones.

And everytime you couldn't help but laugh histerically at his antics, because you wouldn't get the premise at all. All of his jokes never made sense, but were the most hilarious thing you laughed at in a while.

And he would always jiggle with pride after you laughed, bro really thought he gained a fan of his jokes💀.

One day you thought about showing him your world's perspective of humor, as you sat him up on the couch and turned on the tv with popular comedy shows.

Safe to say he would repeatedly jump from his seat, and roll on the couch from side to side, as his purple anubis ears would jiggle uncontrollably.

You took it as a sign of him liking it, and soon enough you both had a routine of watching comedy shows and gasp from laughing.

At first you thought he was just a happy go lucky guy, not realizing he can be sort of a guard dog.

Really, you only saw him being serious when he sensed something and flew to it's direction, only for it to be a racoon that he scared away with mini thunder.

Now you got why he was such a bright color of purple. Not gonna lie, you were a little scared to hold him after that, afraid he'll electrocute the shit out of you😰.

But it never happened, so you guess he's only friendly to you? Honestly, you felt kinda honored to have this status.

Tighnari ♡

"Greetings, suspectable another species of humankind. I am Tighnari, the forest ranger of the sumeru region. It is a pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world. Though, I would appreciate it if you could help me return back to sumeru. I still have a ton of things to do back there, so please, make sure to fulfill my request."

Is he some type of a scientist? "A pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world" yeah, my ass.

And he was an ass. Pain in the ass, to be exact.

He wouldn't leave you alone, wherever you would go or whenever time it was. He was always around you, floating and examining your features.

He just can't help himself, you look so strange! And everything around you looks so strange. He just has to know atleast something about the place he is in right now, what type of setting it is, how does it work, and yada yada yada...

That's what lead you to the situation you are in now, as he peeked out of your hoodie pocket, staring at all the contests of the supermarket you were in.

Even if you had told him already a thousand times that he can't go with you because he doesn't look like everybody else, he didn't listen and sneaked inside your clothes, successfully getting out of the house with you.

You desperately tried to cover his enormous ears with your hands, stuffing him further inside the pocket only for him to pop out from the other side. What a nosy aura blob.

It would get even worse when he would fly out to scan some object like salty pickles, thinking of it as peculiar, when in reality the only thing that's peculiar was him.

He would closely watch whenever you would put something in the cart, taking notes on how you hold the product and how you place it inside the metal structure.

He especially got very freaky about your world's greenery, demanding you to go out with him into a park, a nearby forest or literally anywhere where there is some type of plants.

You instead decided to take him into a local botanical garden, and when I say he went crazy, he went crazy.

Stopping every 3 minutes to find a new plant and examine it for about 20 minutes you and him spent the whole day in that garden.

He would poke your shoulder to it being numb, asking you to explain or tell what kind of plant it is, where does it grow, how does it grow, can we take it home, all that nerdy shit.

You did end up taking some small house plants afterwards, due to his unstoppable crying and squeaking, like a child wanting their parent to buy candy in the store.

He then made sure to always bug you to take care of the plant, saying that he is "incapable" of doing so himself. What a troublesome circle.

Oof, this ones LONG. And I'm proud of it😜. Genuinely hope you enjoy this, cuz I spent an eternity writing this😭.

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scorchieart · 9 months

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More to Give, More to Take

Part I

Clavis: Hmm... there's still something missing. What do you think, Fashion Clavis?

Fashion Clavis: It couldn't cover up all his ugliness. Let's spray him once more.

Knight Clavis: Or we could poke his face till it deflates! The drawing will cover more of him that way!

Clavis: An amusing thought, but we still need a canvas to stick it to.

Knight Clavis: I'll pin it on with my sword!

Horse: *whinnies happily*

Knight Clavis: See! I already have one vote for my idea! Anyone else?

Bunny Clavis: Actually, I think he's just happy to nibble on my ears. Ouch, by the way.

Flower Clavis: Haha! Why do you think I swapped places with you?

Chocolate Clavis: Mmphm.

Flower Clavis: Lay off it, you would have done the same.

Chocolate Clavis: Mmmmphmm!

Knight Clavis: Use your God-given right to words, fellow Clavis! We have a fair lady present!

Bunny Clavis: It looks like his mouth melted. Just like my poor ears.

Fashion Clavis: It must be because we're all so hot. We've counteracted the Brutal Beast's arctic chill.

Chocolate Clavis: MMMMM!!!!!

Balloon Clavis: Heads up, Clavises! Mad Hatter is trying to escape again!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Curse you and your aerial advantage. And I was so close, too. Next time, don't leave your precious breakable glass prison next to such a hard object.

Knight Clavis: Clay Clavis! You were supposed to guard the prisoner! Not aid him in his escape!

Clay Clavis: ...

Flower Clavis: About as useful as Chocolate Clavis, that one, eh?

Bunny Clavis: About as useful as you, you mean?

Chocolate Clavis: HMM!

Knight Clavis: And you two! You were tasked with protecting our fair maiden from any harm. Have you been lollygagging up there?

Leopard Clavis: I do hope you realize I am ineffectual in combat from this distance. I am but a simple Clavis wearing a leopard hat. Much like how you are a simple Clavis waving a toy sword.

Knight Clavis: T-toy...?

Kissing Clavis: And she's just so sweet! I couldn't possibly turn away from her adorable cheeks for even a moment!

Knight Clavis: But... but your duty as gentlemen!

Mad Hatter Clavis: My, my. All this discord wafting through the air is simply delicious. Perhaps you would consider releasing me to join in on the feast?

Fashion Clavis: Not after last time, wacko.

Mad Hatter Clavis: Is that so? I recall you taking immense enjoyment in the proceedings in particular, Fashion Clavis. You nearly shattered your precious sprayer nozzle when you collapsed from your bout of hysterics.

Fashion Clavis: And I still haven't forgiven you for that! Or for what you did to Reading Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Please, he had it coming. Associating with Reading Chevalier? The height of disgrace.

Clavis: Speaking of Chevalier, can we all please get back to the task at hand?

Balloon Clavis: I still say we flatten him with a bookcase.

Clavis: That kind of thinking is what landed Mad Hatter Clavis in the bottle in the first place. Unrelated, but darling, please make sure the umbrella is covering the both of us.

Leopard Clavis: Me too, please!

Chocolate Clavis: Mm-hmm!

Kissing Clavis: I'll stay riiight here. *snuggles*

Flower Clavis: Hey, Bunny Clavis? Wanna swap places again?

Bunny Clavis: Oi! Back off!

Horse: *winnies and chews*

Bunny Clavis: You too! That's it! I'm sitting next to Clay Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Wonderful! You can swap with me!

Fashion Clavis: Don't you dare. Knight Clavis, stop him!

Knight Clavis: *sniff* How? With my toy sword? I wouldn't even be able to crack open the jar! I'm even more useless than Clay Clavis! *cries*

Clavis: Gentlemen! Control yourselves! We called this meeting to prove to Chevalier that both the sum of our parts and each individual personality are forces to be reckoned with. That the moniker of Clavis Lelouch prevails supreme no matter the role he plays or the hat he wears. Prince. Knight. Leopard. And yes, even fashion stylist. And with the support of the love of our life behind us, there is nothing we cannot accomplish, alone or as a team. What must he think of us after seeing such a horrendous display?

Mad Hatter Clavis: Well, why don't you ask him?

Chevalier: Zzzzz...

All the Clavises: ...

Clavis: Balloon Clavis, prepare the bookcase. Everyone else, take cover under the umbrella.

Kissing Clavis: *smooch*

Part II

Part III

#ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri crack #scorchie's princely pocket dimension #I couldn't fit reading clavis and chev anywhere ;-;

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livfastdieyoung69 · 1 year

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NOW YOU BOW TO ME

THE NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS- MAY 27TH, 2023

“Goddamit, let me go! You see what he's doing to him out there? Let me go!” Scratching and clawing at the refs surrounding them, Y/N refused to simply sit and watch as Cody’s already broken arm was brutally mutilated. Their attempts were cut off by the sounds of the final bell ringing and the sight of a passed out Cody on the media screens. With a new found strength Y/N pushed through the refs and into the loud arena, no music playing as they sprinted to the side of the ring Cody has been left laying in.

“Hey, Codes! C’mon baby, let's get you outta here, alright? C’mon.” Gently patting his cheek in attempt to keep him awake, Y/N tried to drag him onto his feet and out of the ring by his torso.

“No, no, N/N I gotta finish the match. I gotta- Y/N I gotta-“ His words were mumbled, his recent unconsciousness still affecting him. Y/N continued in trying to coax him backstage but was interrupted by the laugh of Brock Lesnar watching the other man with a sense of wrath and pride covering his face. Y/N turned to face the man, a glare full of fury moving into their eyes.

“You think this is funny? Think you’re so fuckin’ badass for taking advantage of his arm? So tough cause you can hurt an already hurt man Brock? Is that what you think?” Brock had not expected this in the slightest. Watching as Y/N walked closer, his own feet began to move forward in an attempt to intimidate.

“Don’t start something you can’t even think about finishing.” Brock's threat didn’t seem to work, as now the two stood what was supposed to be face-to-face but more like face-to-chest. Cody’s call for Y/N from the corner of the barricade by the ramp eventually made them give up the staring contest.

“Yeah, that's right, go run back to him. I did that! You go take care of him and know that I-“ His mockery was cut off short as Y/N suddenly turned back around, delivering a swift Sweet Chin Music as they did so, sending him tumbling to the floor. The crowd erupted as they watched Y/N berate and kick at the already taken-down man.

“Ain’t so funny now is it, Brock? You wanna talk about starting shit, get back up and finish it.” Before he could do so, it was now Cody’s turn to pull Y/N out of the ring. Y/N went easily with the thought of his arm in mind, quickly putting their arm around his waist and walking him up the ramp- until the jumbotron lit up with a camera's view of Lesnar, now back up, and staring at the pair.

“You wanna talk shit why don’t you show up to something sooner than the next pay-per-view and let me beat you uglier than you already are.” And with their final words they turned back around, a grinning Cody on their arm.

“How's your arm Codes? You okay?” The second they reached backstage the malicious act was gone, now only worry.

“M’fine, just hurts. I think Lesnars gonna be after the both of us now after that though.”

“Well, look on the bright side, it just means that we’re both gonna be in the next pay-per-view.” Y/N spoke while leading him over to the medics, picking fun at Brock for never being on Raw or Smackdown again and earning a laugh from Cody.

“You really shouldn’t have done that though. It was hot, like super hot, but a really bad idea.” Finally reaching the medics, Cody sat down in the only chair they had- a simple, cheap metal one they had probably found at the venue, Y/N standing by his side. “Thanks for looking out for me though, sweetheart.” Y/N’s hand moved up to his blond hair, rubbing a hand through it as he placed his head on their stomach in exhaustion.

“‘Course. You got me, I got you, hm?” Cody hummed, earning a kiss to the top of his head. “Gotta look out for my boy.”

i dont care how old he is, hes my boy! i luv letting cute men just get loved on. and doesn’t he seem like someone who would call you sweetheart? i think so.

this is short and i feel like i used y/n way too much but i am tired and should probably be studying for my exams tommorrow!! whatev im boutta go to take a nap (hopefully) and i really gotta work on bones body soul im tryna get it outttt

y/n isnt so crazy in this one but their def up there, and if you couldn’t tell i hate brock lesnar lol

@aa3th3rrr love u

#LIV WRITES;*!#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #monday night raw #raw is war #wwe #this is my first time writing for wwe that isn’t in the 90s/2000s lol

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lovergonebad · 7 months

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What Are You Thinking About? ~ *Choi Soobin*

Summary: Soobin doesn't understand you. Everyone in his life has always used him for his fame and they've always asked him for favors. But you haven't. Surely you must want something from him?

Pairing: Choi Soobin X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1183

Warning: Insecurity, rushed

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter

You wanted something from him.

You had to have wanted something from him.

There is no way you were being so nice to him without wanting something from him.

He knew this from experience. Everyone who was ever nice to him always wanted something from him, from money to clout to romance. He would give it all just for people to be nice to him.

So why weren’t you asking for anything from him?

“Hey Soobin! Earth to Soobin?” You waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his stupor.

“What?” He asked, a bit more dazed than he anticipated.

You simply giggled in response. “Nothing, you were just staring into space pretty hard there. I was just curious about what you were thinking about.”

He blushed and looked away. “Oh, um, it’s nothing.”

“Seriously,” You started, turning serious, “What’s got you so lost in thought? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.” He mumbled, continuing to avoid making eye contact with you because he knew if he did, he’d crumble at the sight.

You sighed, leaning against him, your head fitting into the space between his neck and shoulder. “If you’re worried about something, you can tell me. I won’t judge. I just want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out eventually.” You teased with a wink.

Soobin sighed. Sure he could act all flirty and tease, but that was just a persona. He never had anyone reciprocate before. So why were you different? More importantly, why did he like it when you flirted and teased him?

You just made no sense to him. The thought of you was always there, in the back of his mind, somewhere he couldn’t quite reach. Did you always have to be so annoying all the time like that?

“Are you even listening to me?”

Now, he’s heard that before.

“I’m always listening to you.”

You laughed and he subtly rolled his eyes. No, you weren’t different. You were just like everyone else. So he just needed to get over this weird feeling and do as he normally did when someone tried to get too close.

“Alright, wise guy. But I’m serious.” You gently placed a hand on his shoulder and frowned slightly. “You’ve been acting really weird the last couple of days. Did something happen with the guys? Is it your manager? Your boss? I mean he’s not my favorite, but I’m trying to be-”

“Why are you here?”

Now, Soobin has talked to girls before. Maybe he hasn’t flirted with them, but he’s seen the others flirt and he’s watched dramas. So he knew it was always a bold and often reckless move to be blunt, especially with the question he just blurted out. But that nagging feeling in the back of his brain wasn’t leaving him alone. And he had to fix this sooner or later. So why not now? Besides, the sooner he cuts you off, the better, right?

You looked at him, bewildered. “I’m here because you’re my friend and you invited me? Why do you ask?”

“I mean, why are you always here? Every time I ask you to come over, you always say yes. And sometimes, I don’t even ask. You just show up. So why are you always here?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “Because I like hanging out with you. And I like hanging out with the guys. Why are you asking?”

“Is that all you like?” He felt guilty about what he was going to ask next, but he needed the truth. “Or are you lying so I like you more?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Oh, is that what this is about? You think I’m trying to take advantage of you?”

“Everyone else does.”

A frown tugged at your lips. “Soobin… I wouldn’t do that to you. You know I wouldn’t. I don’t care about that kind of stuff that other girls use you for.”

He frowned, puzzled. “Why not? Why aren’t you like everyone else?”

“Because I care about you as a person!”

He blushed and looked away again. “It’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything. I mean, I guess we’re friends, but still. Why?”

“Is it so bad for me to care about you and not have any ulterior motives?” You groaned and sat back, rubbing the bridge of your nose between your pointer finger and thumb as your eyes closed. “Look, I’m sorry that everyone you know wants to take advantage of everything you have. But I don’t! I’m not that kind of person. And I thought after knowing me for so long, you would see that. Maybe I was wrong. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to not be friends anymore. I care about you and I’m never going to stop caring about you unless you really mess things up, which I highly doubt will ever happen.”

Soobin was at a loss for words.

He didn’t realize you were that perceptive of him. Sure, you’ve seen him pretend to be someone else on stage and with the guys, but he didn’t think you saw behind the mask. He thought he had you fooled too. However, it was like you knew what you could and couldn’t talk to him about. It seemed you knew a lot more about him than he previously thought and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

See, Soobin secretly liked being mysterious. He thought it was one of his many charming qualities. So to be read so easily by someone didn’t sit well with him.

But it was you.

You were different and you had made that abundantly clear.

Why?

Why were you so different?

He had tried to ask but your explanation didn’t make any sense. You cared about him? You cared so much and you didn’t have any reason to? Why? You had to have a reason! Everyone had a reason to be nice to him! So why didn’t you? All these questions, thoughts, and feelings were making him dizzy. But he noticed, in stunning clarity, that there was one feeling he couldn’t shake: he appreciated you.

Soobin valued that you cared so much and went out of your way to do and say things to make him happy. You didn’t do it out of obligation and he admired you for that. Appreciation, value, and admiration were not feelings that came to him easily. So knowing that you so easily slipped under his skin and caused him to regard you this fondly was almost too much for him to handle.

Almost.

He would worry about his thoughts, questions, and feelings for another time. For now, he found it okay to just be in your presence. He didn’t have to act like some suave idol for you. He could just be Choi Soobin and that was enough for you. And, yes, he did appreciate it, more than you would ever know.

“What are you thinking about now?” You asked him.

He gave a half smile. “Nothing.”

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monin1ca · 1 year

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Hey bbg, hope youre having a wonderful day~

Could I kindly request a ff with a new radiant agent reader ( arrived like 2 days ago ) x Yoru, where reader has like giant feather wings ( color of your choice ) and they beat the robot that kj and raze made from "warm up" alone, and says that it was easy? In an innocent way, not cocky, reader isnt yoru. And how he reacts?

THANKS FOR FEEDING MY CRAVINGS DARLING

Word count: 705

Warnings: nothing much, violence, cursing, hot reader

Synopsis: “That was supposed to be the hardest level?...”

“Alrighty, agents,” The commander begins, his gruff voice booming through the room. Catching the attention of the others, the whispers die down, “Allow me to introduce Agent Y/N.” At his words, you strut beside him. Your white fluttering wings follow you behind, “Hey, everyone. I’m agent 22, Y/N. Code name: Haste.” You say calmly; everyone else welcomes you and introduces themselves. A blue-haired man beckoned for you to sit beside him; you shrugged and followed obediently. “I’m Yoru.” “Y/N.” “I know.” The man replies; Brimstone begins the briefing and sets some orders in place. Unbeknownst to you, Yoru rubs his hands on your wings. You squealed in surprise; your wings are a tiny bit sensitive when you are not paying attention to them. Everyone’s attention goes to you, stunned at the sudden interruption. You look at Yoru, flustered, “Fuck you, man.”

After the meeting, the older agents surrounded you, asking many questions about your wings and how they work. “Kids- Don’t bother Haste, yeah?” Brimstone groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt annoyed for you; the overlapping voices gave him an eternal headache. The Killjoy squeaked out, “Why dont we have our newest agent try out the Max bot?” The party concords and everyone is excited about what you can offer the team. You stand up, stretching your body and wings. “Right, let’s begin.”

Raze gives you a run down on what happened when they tried fighting it last time but says you might have an advantage since the bot has no info on your fighting style. You hum, not too worried about this bot. ‘It’s just a piece of metal bunched up together with an A.I. mind’ You thought you arrived at the training grounds. Everyone placed their respective bets on you, some laughed, and some had faith in you. Though- you felt Yoru’s on you. “I’m betting on you birdie!” He chimes through the room. You simply couldn’t let your believers down.

You run into the area, and the max bot is already shooting bullets. You flapped your wings, giving you a boost to take cover. Exhaling sharply, you run onto the walls, spiderman style. Murmurs wash over the observer’s room, ‘Did Haste’s wings just turn black?’ “Release!” You hissed; at your command, your feathers detached from your body and aimed for the bot. Not anticipating your move, the bot was struck by most of your feathers. You smirked, but now to the next problem… You were falling to the ground; panicked screams came from the room behind you, warning about the dangers. The max bot charges up blue energy rays, ready to fire at you. “Restore.” All the feathers that were previously pierced retracted and pulled the bot forward. Once all the feathers returned to you, you stretched it. Preventing a harsh landing. Aiming your gun, you shot three bullets, finishing the bot off. Exhaling softly, your wings return to white.

“That was supposed to be the hardest level?...”

Everyone was shocked; what did you say????

All the agents who rooted for you cheered in excitement, and the others? Not so happy. They begrudgingly gave up their credits to the winners. You walk back to the lounge, “What a show you put on. Not bad, newbie.” Yoru claps slowly, his smug smirk sparkling through his face. Though his face was cocky about winning, deep down, he was fanboying. You looked so cool; he’s seen the whole team struggle fighting that thing, and the way you killed it? Shit. He just wanted to be cradled in your beautiful soft wings. “You should be thankful I made you win, mister.” “Yeah yeah.” He dismisses you casually, “You didn’t have to be so cocky, ‘That was supposed to be the hardest level?’” “But- I was serious! I didn’t even have to use my full abilities!” The rift walker scoffed, “Is that so? Well- I challenge you to a 1v1.” “I’m sure I can take ya big guy.”

Author’s Note: HEY BABES, SORRY FOR THE SHORT HIATUS… IT'S THE HOLIDAYS AND ALL THAT STUFF, BUT IM BACK ON TRACK. ANYWAYS, this took too long to do. Happy new year's n merry Christmas to all my lovely ppl <333

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #yoru x reader #valorant yoru #yoru valorant #ryo kiritani #yoru x y/n #valorant brim #valorant brimstone #valorant kj #valorant killjoy #valorant raze

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veeveex3 · 2 years

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Bunny Boy Bonanza! (aka. Housewardens as Bunny Boys / Bunny Butlers)

inspired by the obey me bunny boy outfits + events and NOT by playboy bunnies (just to clarify) also, thank you all for 400 followers wtf lol i never thought this little blog would get so big but here we are (´；ω；｀) i hope you all keep enjoying my stuff

"You want us to do WHAT?!"

flashback

You walk into the Mostro Lounge, a place you occasionally visit to either vibe at or to help Azul with. There, you see all of the housewardens sitting at the most front and center booth, Azul himself in the middle.

"Hey, Azul" you call out to him, "what's going on?"

"Good" he replies, with an oddly devious tone, hands clasped together near his face "that means we're all here."

"This better be worth it octo-bastard" Leona complains, "I wanna go back to bed..."

"C'mon Leona!" Kalim gleams, "It's only 4pm. Plus, this could be fun!" Leona rolls his eyes at the chipper student and sinks into his seat.

"yea, i gotta agree w/ leona on this 1" Idia types on his tablet, "idk why we couldnt do this over a video call or smth. im missing out on precious grinding time over here!!!"

"Well, I believe doing this in person is more effective" Riddle explains, "Especially since I know some of us would take advantage of being able to slack off over a digital meeting." He looks daggers at Leona and Idia. The former sucks his teeth while the latter lets out a small squeak.

"I agree" Vil adds, clicking his nails on the table, "This must be of upmost importance if even Malleus of all people is here! We can't afford to have two of our housewardens slack off on something so seemingly dire." Malleus grimaces at his acknowledgement, happy to be a part of this.

"So, Ashengrotto" Malleus starts, "why have you brought us here? Couldn't we have done this in the headmage's office?" Azul pushes his glasses up, chuckling to himself.

"Well, my colleagues" Azul gets up from his seat, awkwardly trying to pass through the others and let you sit in his spot, "this is an issue that pertains specifically to the Mostro Lounge. It wouldn't make sense to bring the headmage into this!"

"Then why are we here?" Leona groans, "Last time I checked, this little cafe of your's had nothing to do with me." Azul chuckles even more, going to his office.

"Leona does have a point" Riddle responds, cocking his head, "Couldn't you have asked Jade and Floyd for help? They do work directly with you after all."

"Well," Azul says audibly from his office; you can hear him rummaging for something from the booth, "simply put, they won't draw nearly as much of a buzz as you all!"

"I suppose you're correct," Vil says in a confused tone, "but given how successful your business is, why would you need more attention?" Azul comes back from his office, poorly hiding a large bag behind his back.

"You all know how the student fair is approaching, correct?" Everyone nods their heads with varying expressions. "Good! And you know how I'm trying to expand the Mostro Lounge, right?" Leona and Idia grow annoyed at Azul's antics, You, Riddle, and Vil grow confused and curious, while Kalim and Malleus are just happy to be here.

"Ok, but what's with the bag?" You ask, pointing out how painfully bad Azul is at hiding the large bag behind him. He straightens himself, holding the bag further behind him and slowly beginning to laugh to himself. Everyone keeps their eyes on boy and Leona nearly gets out of his seat in annoyance. Suddenly, his laughter grows in volume, shocking you all.

"Well, you see, that's because we're doing something very special for this occasion." He smirks before spinning the bag towards the front, posing excitedly. Because of this, a singular pair of bunny ears is thrown and falls in front of the table in a ironic fashion. "The Mostro Lounge is holding a Bunny Boy themed cafe event for the student fair~! And I want all of you to join~!" He sticks his tongue out in an anime-esque manner.

"You want us to do WHAT?!"

"Isn't this a great idea?! I mean, if you were a regular humdrum student here, and you saw the head of your dorm dressed in such a manner, wouldn't you wanna come?! Wouldn't you wanna spend all your mo-"

"No way I'm doing this!" Idia yells uncharacteristicly, holding his tablet close to his chest, "You want me to publicly humiliate myself just for your own stupid cafe?! And wouldn't you have to participate yourself too?!" Azul drops the bag on the table, picking the pair of bunny ears and putting it back inside.

"Of course I'll be participating myself. I've planned for this accordingly!"

"But I don't get why I have to take part in your stupid like cafe" Leona says while standing up from his seat.

"I don't get why you guys are so mean about this!" Kalim interjects, blocking Leona from leaving, "This could be a fun bonding moment for all of us, not to mention a way to get Azul to afford another location for the lounge!"

"I don't know," Vil responds, "Even I wouldn't be caught dead in something so... demeaning." Azul gasps, pulling out one of the costume bags from the larger bag. It's a bunny boy suit that looks to be on the smaller side, with red and black trimming.

"Demeaning?! Why I'd never! These are adorable and not to mention handcrafted!" Azul passes the costume bag over to Riddle, who looks at it with a face of shock, fear, and disgust.

"I assume this is meant for me?" Azul nods his head enthusiasticly. "There is no way I'm wearing this! I would rather work making the food in the kitchen then agree to something of this nature!" Riddle visibly shivers at the thought of Ace's inevitable bullying, a small bead of sweat rolling down his face. In the midst of the chaos, Malleus checks the bag, finding only 7 suits.

"Ashengrotto?" Malleus asks, getting Azul's attention, "If there are 8 of us present and only 7 suits, who will not being wearing one of these 'bunny suits'?" Azul gasps, rushing over to his office to grab another, separate costume bag, containing a replica of his dorm uniform.

"Simple, the prefect will be wearing a copy of my dorm uniform instead!"

"Huh?!" Everyone replied, causing even more of an uproar. Azul motions everyone to settle down.

"What? I think this is a great idea! I mean, being that I'll be working as a waiter, I need someone to take my place. And knowing the twins, I thought it would be best to have the prefect fill my role. Not to mention, don't you agree that seeing them in an actual dorm uniform is enticing, not to mention the uniform of the dorm's leader?! It's perfectly replicated too! Wanna see?!" Azul moves back to go back into his office yet again before being stopped.

"I think it'd be a fun idea." You state, earning the attention of everyone around you.

"Really?!" Everyone exclaims.

"I mean, I think it'd be more funny rather than fun, but yeah, it's not the worst idea." Azul feigns shedding a tear while Kalim is hardly able to hold his own excitement, unlike Malleus, who sits calm despite his own intrigue. Riddle and Vil look at you, each other, and then the bag of bunny boy suits. Their faces seem to relax a bit, if only by a small amount. Leona looks at you with confusion and annoyance while Idia looks at you in pure terror. Before the latter could convince you of how horrible this whole ordeal is, Azul speaks first.

"Oh, I knew you would say that! Why, I knew so well that I even made a small outfit for Grim as well!" Azul grabs an even smaller costume bag from your own bag, containing a small hat and bowtie. Idia's eyes light up as he immediately sinks back into his seat, giggling to himself at the thought of Grin and his adorable little outfit.

Everyone starts talking about the event, seeming far more persuaded by the idea than they were before. That is, except for Leona, who's holding his head in the palm of his hand, using his other hand to rub his temples.

"I'm still not convinced. Why the hell would I purposely dress up in such a stupid costume? Do I even get anything out of this?!" Everyone looks towards Leona. You and Kalim do your best puppy dog eyes to no avail.

"What is it, Kingscholar?" Malleus says smugly, "Does the thought of wearing a costume like this repulse? Are you, as the term goes, chicken?" Leona looks at him in disgust and sucks his teeth.

"Fine fine, I'll wear the damn costume..." You, Azul, and Kalim rejoice as Malleus smiles to himself in helping Leona join the cause, albeit by unconventional means.

"How wonderful!" Azul exclaims, "This is going to go swimmingly! Now, why don't we celebrate this?" Azul takes the bag off the the table and puts his hand in the middle of it. The rest of you put your hands on top of his, some faster and slower than others.

"Now, 3, 2, 1!"

"For the Mostro Lounge!"

"For the Mostro Lounge."

"For the Mostro Lounge..."

"Yeah..."

"Fuck off."

Riddle Rosehearts:

Is utterly embarrassed but forces himself to follow through with it

He really hates this man

Like, the cutesy suit, the little bunny ears, the fluffy little bunny tail

He's gonna blow a gasket, he's gonna overblot

And what's worse is that everyone knows and tries to make things worse for him

Instead of chosing the more tame menu options like draw hearts on the omurice, everyone asks him to do a little dance

It's one of the pricier options on the menu but I guess people think it's really funny to watch the little Victorian boy dance in a bunny suit

Tries to not get angry while he's working but Ace is really testing his fucking patience

Once the job is over and everyone has left, he books it straight into the bathroom and screams

Azul better watch his back

Ace: Hey, can I get this? points to a menu option called the "Bouncing Bunny Boy Burger Combo" that comes with a free pose

Riddle: Alright, one burger combo-

Ace: No, you gotta say the name.

Riddle: Ace I swear on the Seven you better lock your doors shut tonight or else I'll-

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Deuce: Wow, Riddle! You look so... cool!

Riddle: Please don't lie to me, it'd be better if you just laughed honestly.

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Cater: OMG Riddy, you look so adorable! Can I snap a pic for the cam?!

Riddle: Absolutely not!

Cater: Aww...

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Trey: Y'know, this omurice is really good!

Riddle: Oh, thanks, I'll tell Azul about that af-

Trey: It'd be better with a blessing though.

Riddle: Sighs 3 madol...

Leona Kingscholar:

Wants to go home

This shouldn't come as a surprise, since he doesn't want to put a lot of energy into most things

And he especially doesn't want to put any energy into wearing a stupid suit with bunny ears! herbivoreification

Even though he thinks he looks stupid with two sets of ears on his head, he's glad he doesn't have to wear a bunny tail like everyone else

In terms of his actual work duties, he doesn't really do much of anything

He really just does the bare minimum of giving people their food and going over the kitchen to complain about it

You want him to bless your food like how maid do in maid cafes? Do it yourself, he can't be bothered.

Ask him to do one of the cutesy poses on the menu? He would rather die.

You want him to literally just eat a carrot? He might actually die (according to himself). grown ass man won't eat a goddamn carrot

The only good thing to come out of this is that Cheka isn't here- and there he is

Cheka: Unca Leona, why are you dressed up like a bunny rabbit?

Leona: Don't ask me, ask the nerd in the glasses...

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Ruggie: Hey Leona, nice getup shishishi.

Leona: Can it before I cut your allowance.

Ruggie: Nooooo not my allowance!

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Jack: Leona, I'm surprised you're actually doing this. I'm proud of you!

Leona: I'm surprised I'm doing this either, honestly...

Jack: Should I order something fancy or...?

Leona: I'd rather you just leave...

Azul Ashengrotto:

was surprising fine with this

Despite his cocky and boisterous nature, he gets embarrassed rather easily

That's why, in order to prepare for this event, he made a contract with Floyd to take his aloofness for the ability to walk on walls idfk man he'd probably ask for something like that

After that, he was working perfectly

Even the most embarrassing of actions didn't even phase him

That was until Floyd got bored of walking on walls and "accidentally" knocked the contract over in the sink (why the contract was in the kitchen and not in Azul's safe? don't ask! it simply was)

Now that Azul was in his normal state, he began to grow far more visibly nervous

And, funnily enough, that's what got people to pay him more

As soon as he got in his break, he immediately went to chastise Floyd who, obviously, didn't care

Honestly, he's just glad he didn't decide to do a maid cafe instead...

Jade: Azul, why did you even agree to do this knowing the possibility of something like this happening?

Azul: If it's for the lounge, I'll suck it up! is on the verge of tears

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Floyd: Hey, Azul, how's business going?

Azul: How do you think it's going?!

Floyd: I dunno, but I hope you don't trip and fall and embarrass yourself!

Azul: Don't jinx it!

Kalim Al-Asim:

Is incredibly excited

Honestly, he'd be happy to do anything really

But he's especially happy that he gets to work as a waiter (I dunno how but go off ig)

Yeah the outfit is a little over the top, but he gets to make people smile!

Isn't that the real payment at the end of the day? no

He's really friendly and he puts a lot of enthusiasm into his job

Some of the patrons enjoy it and find his happiness to be contagious

Others are a little upset that he isn't more humiliated and grumpy about this

Whenever he has a break with someone else, he'll try to cheer them up so that they can keep going

Sometimes it works, and sometimes they still just wanna go home

Either way, he's just happy to be here!

Jamil: chuckles Hey Kalim?

Kalim: Yeah?

Jamil: Can you bless the food for me please?

Kalim: Of course!

Jamil: Wait what-

Kalim: Bless this food and make it yummy! I hope it's good and pleases your tummy! Sparkle Sparkle~! insert cute pose here

Jamil: Ahh... Thanks... [I didn't think he'd actually do it...]

Vil Schoenheit:

Is humilated but wants to make this work

For obvious reasons, he's one of the more popular waiters

And as much as he hated to wear this silly and gaudy outfit, he hates to let all those people down

Not to mention, this seems like a good publicity move

So as much as he just wants to throw this costume in the trash and curse Azul for even thinking of putting him in this position, he just smiles and ups the performance

Oh, is your water almost empty? He'll refill it with a smile!

You want him to spin around? He'll do a spin and pose at the end!

Hell, he'll even blow you a kiss for free!

His smile immediately fades when he sees Neige at the front of the lounge.

Neige: Wow Vi, you look so cool!

Vil: Please don't mention it.

Neige: Aww, but I think you look amazing!

Vil: Please spare me this once...

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Rook: pulls out a comedically long list

Vil: What's that for?

Rook: Simply a list of things I want you to do, Roi du Poison. I wouldn't dare let an opportunity like this pass up!

Vil: I really wish you did... he says gritting through his teeth

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Epel: Wowie, Vil! Ya really know how ta put on a show! giggles

Vil: Would you like me to ask Azul if you can take my place while I'm on my break?

Epel: No Vil, sir. I'm sorry Vil, sir.

Idia Shroud:

Is only here to see Grim

Idia has been to his fair share of themed cafes

Never in his 18 years of living would he had thought he'd be working at one!

He remembers wanting to ask a maid to bless his food but feeling too embarrassed to do so

He wishes more people were like that!

He doesn't even know why people are paying him to do stuff

Wouldn't it be a better purchase to see Vil draw hearts with ketchup?

Or to watch Kalim do a cute dance?

He just sees it as a lose-lose situation to make him do this kind of stuff

But it's sorta cute watching him get all nervous and embarrassed

But it's also sorta funny and a little embarrassing to watch

Once he's on his break, he immediately goes over to Grim to play with him

To his displeasure, it simply draws more attention to himself

Ortho: Wow, big brother! You look so cute!

Idia: Please don't look at me like this... Anything but this...

Ortho: Can I wear a cute outfit like that one day?

Idia: If that's what makes the suffering end, of course!

Malleus Draconia:

Surprisingly enjoys this

Malleus isn't too familiar with pop culture

He's even less familiar with why people would pay so much money to see him sporting bunny ears and a tail

Is it that entertaining to look at?

Either way, he's never been a waiter before, given his status, but he tries his best to be a good bunny boy!

It's sorta hard though when everyone seems to be intimidated by him

They don't know whether to laugh or not when they see Malleus Draconia, on of the strongest mages of all time, spinning and posing in a bunny boy suit

Speaking of magic, he uses a bit to add special effects to his performances (ex. adding sparkles and small clouds of mist when he's blessing the food)

He wouldn't admit it but it's clear if you paid attention to how he's been acting that he truly is happy to be invited here

Lilia: Malleus, would you be a dear and let me take a picture of you?

Malleus: I don't see the purpose, but I'll allow it.

Lilia: Thanks! saves it as his wallpaper

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Sebek: Lord Malleus! What in the name of the Great Seven are you doing?!

Malleus: I am working as a waiter wearing bunny ears.

Sebek: I can see that! But why?!

Malleus: Simply put, I thought it would be an interesting experience.

Sebek: How?!

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Silver: Milord, are you in any danger? Are you doing this against your own will?

Malleus: Of course not.

Silver: What do you mean 'of course'??

Grim:

Is glad he's being fed tuna

At first he wonders why he's being dragged into this

He doesn't wanna work! He wants to sleep, eat, and cause chaos!

Then he sees his payment in the form of a decently sized package of tuna cans

The rest is history

Being that he's a cat, he doesn't really do much anyways

He just sits there and looks cute

Best job in the world ngl

Prefect: Why were you complaining earlier if you weren't even gonna do anything?

Grim: Because, I wanted to see if Azul would actually pay me to be here.

Prefect: Smart kitty.

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst headcanons

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Hey!! I have a request for you!

So I'm thinking you work at shield and have to show Loki and Thor around since they are new. You always crack terrible jokes when you are nervous but Thor finds you hilarious and even Loki admits some of them are fairly clever (high praise coming from him). You realize they've never heard most of the recycled jokes or puns you used and decide to take advantage of that.

Tower Tour for Two

Pairing: None

Warning: Puns, word play, wit, shenanigans, dad jokes, and all around foolery

Summary:

All new personnel to SHIELD need to know where to go from day one. The best way to do that is through a tour. The Asgardian princes were no exception. With no crisis in need of their participation, the two are set up with a guide that keeps them on their toes.

Author Note:

I am so sorry for the delay in answering this request! I wanted it to be absolutely perfect! Furthermore, I do hope you like this, and it lives up to what you were expecting from the shenanigans between a punderful Y/N and the two austere princes of Asgard! Also, I completely made up the floors and numbers based off an image @vbecker10 showed me.

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“Tell me again why we are being subjected to this ridiculous obligation of needing some nanny around the compound?” Loki let out an exasperated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. None of this seemed to quite add up to him. Thor has been part of this team for some time now, and they had never thought of something so trivial. However, when they decide to accept me this is suddenly something mandatory? I find that highly suspicious.

“It is because they wish to give us a proper introduction. With all the emergencies that happened and my frequent leaving to Asgard, there was no real time for this to come about. With you being newly accepted, they thought it wise that the two of us go through it together. Better than having to waste time setting up two separate sessions.” Thor chuckled at his fifth repetition. He knew his brother was not forgetful, he was simply trying to find a loophole out of this. “It is a simple tour, Loki. It will be done sooner than you’re making it out to be. It is not like they are giving the grand tour of the Asgardian castle.”

“If this place were remotely as big, I would have done everything in my power to make sure this never came to pass.” Loki scowled. “It is not the size of the facility that concerns me, it is the ridiculous notion that they think we are incapable of learning where to go.”

“Ah, but they are taking efficiency into consideration. The time it takes for us to learn our way around will be drastically cut if we are given this tour. Which will increase the overall efficiency of how SHIELD and the Avengers will run. Precious time needed for missions and planning would not be lost on someone unsure of where to find the proper meeting room or attend some training session. You, above all else, know how important it is to be efficient.” The God of Thunder smiled at his brother, clapping a firm hand against his back. “You will see, this will be highly useful. The fact that they even are allowing you to know where everything is a huge sign of their trust as well! If they did not trust you, they would not take the time to teach you where everything is.”

That or they want to make sure I know where everything is. So that if I were to ever use the reasoning of being lost, they can remind me of this dreadful waste of time and accuse me of something sinister. The God of Mischief kept his skepticism to himself, not wanting to dampen his brother’s mood. Though, he did wonder if there was something that could do such a thing. The thought of his feigned deaths suddenly came to mind, but he quickly pushed them aside.

“Well hello, hello!” A chipper voice greeted the two Asgardian princes from behind, the two towering royals turning to see a singular female SHIELD employee who was clearly far too excited to be here. The sunny disposition seemed almost illegal compared to the rigid and professional demeanor that were standard with all other SHIELD personnel. Perhaps this person was lost and was actually an experiment on happiness? Thor looked towards Loki with a raised brow, who raised both of his in response and shrugged, removing the burden of possibly knowing anything about this odd human. He was just as clueless, if not more so for actually being new, than his elder brother.

“Don’t everyone all talk at once now! Sheesh, have you never been greeted before? Talk about needing a lesson in manners.” She frowned.

“Pardon our rudeness, but are we acquainted?” Thor took the lead after another lengthy pause.

“Ah, the lord doth speaketh!” She gasped, the corner of Loki’s lip twitching as Thor slightly lowered his head as a sign of apologies. “We weren’t formally introduced, but you were both instructed to come here for the tour of the tower with me.”

“So you are Y/N?” Loki questioned, his intense gaze carefully observing to see if this was some sort of trap or test.

“Well, last I checked it was.” She glanced down at her name tag that was hung from the lanyard around her neck, a variety of novelty pins decorating the fabric. “Yup, still is.” He scowled at her attitude. “Do not worry, I understand, I am used to rendering people speechless.” She boasted with pride.

“Is that so,” Loki felt the prick of unease at the back of his mind.

“Yes, we have heard you are quite the guide.” Thor elbowed his brother at the look of mistrust that was on his face. “Rogers and the others have had nothing but positive things to say about you. However, we have jumped ahead without proper introductions. My name,” he tried to correct their rude beginning but stopped at her raised hand.

“No need, there’s nothing Loki about either of you, aside from his name anyway. I made sure to do a Thor-ough look into whom I would be guiding this morning.” As she grinned, Loki grimaced. That feeling of unease was not to be ignored.

“Clever,” the elder prince laughed at her wordplay. “Very well, by your lead, then.”

“Thank you,” she gave a small bow before stretching her arms out wide. “Foyer information, this is the foyer. To our left, through those double doors, is where SHIELD holds most, if not all, press hearings. Sadly, there’s no let-go room. I keep telling them we need it, how else is there going to be a release? Makes you think, what good is a hearing when they aren’t even listening.” She sighed.

“So that is why they are called as such? I always wondered why. They really should invest in such things, to hold on for too long is never healthy.” Thor nodded his head in agreement, while Loki felt his left eyebrow twitch. That feeling of unease had grown. Was it too late to turn back now? He eyed the front door behind them, measuring the distance and how long it would take him if he made a run for it.

“Aside from that room, there isn’t much else aside from the desk. The decor isn’t the greatest, but the reception is phenomenal.” She pointed to the reception desk as she walked towards the elevators. “Come along, we’ve gotta head to the next floor. Don’t mind the elevators, they have their ups and downs. I think we caught them in a good mood today.”

Dammit, I should’ve sent an image of myself. Loki clicked his tongue before straightening his back and turning to join the two. Thor was wrong, this was going to be a very long day. A tour of the castle would have been shorter. He feared for his sanity as they stepped out onto the second floor

“It’s pretty quiet right now, but it’s usually pretty busy. The second floor, here, up until the fifth floor, are all human relations. Though sometimes it can be a bit alien at times, they’re all definitely human and are pretty relatable for the most part. Though I don’t recommend them for any dating advice, they like to keep it professional.”

“As they should,” Thor once again agreed, and Loki’s eye began to twitch.

“And right you are, thunder boy!” She grinned, turning them back to the elevator as skipping straight to the sixth floor. Stepping out, this floor looked almost identical to the second one. The two looked around curiously for any differences before shifting their attention to Y/N who stepped forward and turned to face them. “So, as you can see, we’re all pretty square here with all these cubicles. Sixth floor to the tenth floor is where you’ll find the work stations of the agents and the offices for higher ranking staff. The agents are great and all, but some of these big wigs are walking economy lessons.”

“What do you mean?” The elder Asgardian asked before the younger could stop him. She was leading them in more ways than one, and he was not enjoying either direction.

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but their hairline is in a recession, their stomachs are always inflated like their egos, and the two together leaves everyone in a great depression.” She whispered, and Loki actually smirked. Perhaps she had some things of value to say. “I can’t really let you into anything here, private stuff and all that, so up we go!” She motioned them back to the elevators, where they went straight to the eleventh floor. “Alright, so here you might find things to be a little dull…because here until the twenty-first floor is none other than the boardrooms!”

I take back what I said, it was a rare moment of entertainment. Loki sighed as they followed her down a few halls, and she opened one of the doors.

“This is one of the larger ones, but each room is equipped with state-of-the-art technology. Holograms, interactive models, surround sound, and HD screenings! Sadly, the seating isn’t the best and only reclines so much. But other than that, you’ve got one fancy theater experience every time.” She grinned, Thor taking a seat in one of the chairs.

“They are quite nice though. But why are the tables bolted down?”

“So they can be well grounded.” She answered far too quickly, and Loki shook his head. “In all seriousness, it’s to avoid trouble. Tables are normally supposed to be movable furniture, but after the last few issues here with explosions and infighting, it was deemed safer to have them bolted to avoid anyone possibly getting hit by them. The chairs do move around, but when you tuck them in under the table, the arms magnetize to the table with a force that is fairly difficult to break if the room is not unlocked properly. If you noticed, when we entered I lingered at the entryway, that’s because I needed to let the room know it was in use, so the table would release the chairs.” She walked back towards the door and motioned for Thor to stand. He did as told, and she punched in a code where the lights shut off and the chair chairs all jerked up and a series of clicks were heard. “Now the room is set to lock when we leave.” She pushed the door open wider, Loki having noticed that she had cracked it open prior to punching in the code. “The other meeting room floors are similar to this one. The designs may be different from floor to floor in the sense that some have round tables while others have rectangular and possibly minor changes in screen size, but overall they are the same.”

“Things are quite secure here.” Loki noted aloud, curiosity about this strange SHIELD employee starting to grow in the back of his mind.

“I would hope so, they’re supposed to be the guardians of Earth. They’d be nothing but insecurities otherwise.”

“Well said, Y/N. You are quick-witted with your words, just like Hawkeye and Black Widow mentioned.” Thor praised her.

“Don’t encourage her,” Loki hissed at him as they got back onto the elevator. It was obvious he was clearly taken by her little tricks.

“Come now, brother, there is nothing wrong with giving due praise to a job well done. Perhaps if you were more forthcoming with your compliments as you are with your snide remarks, you would not be seen as such a cruel person, and they would finally see the brother I adore.” He implored, earning yet another scoffing eye roll. Y/N watched the two silently, pressing the button for the twenty-second floor. It was painfully obvious that Thor adored Loki openly, while Loki was more reticent in his affections.

The tale of the two mythological deities was known far and wide since their first arrival, and even more so since the infamous incident in New York. Much like the majority of Earthlings, she initially hated the younger prince for all the harm he had caused. The damage, despair, and devastation he wrought on them was nothing small and unforgivable. She never wanted to be left so powerless ever again, incapable of helping anyone. Thus, she embarked on climbing her way and successfully joining SHIELD. She was not able to work on the field as an agent, but she managed to secure a rather unique position where only a few were capable of managing. It was through this training and top level clearance that she became aware of many things, like the Mind Stone and how it perverted and polluted Loki’s insecurities and anguish. None of it justified his actions, but he became someone understandable. They were less out of reach, more relatable. They two were living and breathing with emotions like anyone else, not something above them.

I know they’re stronger than the average human, but they’re brothers like any other. Bickering siblings with opposite dispositions that adore one another. She smiled to herself as she stepped out before them. “Alright. From here up to the thirtieth floor is where the fun starts. You could say Stark was raving mad when he funded so much of the things here, but he’s lab hatter. All the tech and research goes on here. It’s a little sad that physicists and biologists don’t get along so well.” She let out a heavy sigh, Thor and Loki around before settling their eyes on here.

“And why is that? Trouble in paradise?” The second prince raised a well manicured brow. Y/N could only imagine the two were into grooming routines, and they were professionally done, otherwise it was cruel to every average woman out there just how perfect these two were.

“You could say that they lack chemistry.” She smirked at the slight scowl she earned from him. He had made such a big deal about feeding into her little games and walked right into one himself. He could see the shine of victory in her eyes, and he had to admit, it was well played. Not only that, but he would never admit to it aloud, of course.

“And what would be the importance of chemistry?” Thor wondered, not sure how that played between the two types of scientists.

“Well, it has all the solutions, and It is fairly good at bonding.” She added matter-of-factory, Thor nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, Jane and Dr. Erik did have trouble relating with others from time to time, perhaps chemistry was lacking.”

“No comet on astrophysicists,” she snickered as they walked through the halls and peered in through the windows. “All the glass here is highly reinforced,” she lightly knocked on one as they stopped at a random door. “I can’t let you in due to the nature of what’s inside and any experiments that may currently be in progress, but you can take a swing at the glass to test it out. Stark has made sure to improve after learning from any prior mistakes to minimize casualties. It’s Avenger and danger proof.”

“If Stark is involved, then there is no doubt that he has extensively worked on it for it to be so.” Thor proudly spoke of his companion, Loki curiously observing the window. He stepped closer, tapping on the glass and listening to the vibrations. It was a rather dull sound. It was a very dense and thick sheet.

The metal midgardian certainly enjoys his little trinkets and toys. I could simply use my magic to conjure myself into the room, however. What good is this resilience, then? He smirked, feeling that he may have bested the genius playboy philanthropist.

“You could try,” Y/N’s voice broke through his thoughts. “But that’s at your own risk. Like the other rooms here, you need to engage the room prior to entering, and these rooms are only allowed entry through specific key cards. If anyone were to find a way without this channel, they would have to deal with the security that would automatically be triggered. So, unless you have dreams of being Swiss cheese, I would disa-brie on any attempts of just appearing inside. Come along, up we go!” She turned on her heel and led them back up to their rectangular chariot. “Any questions so far? Comments, concerns, suggestions are all welcomed.”

“Nothing,” Thor shook his head. “You are going excellently and answer any of the questions before we even have time to even think of them. I can see why they praise you so highly among the other members.” He gave her a broad grin, and she smiled in kind.

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. This ain’t the most exciting thing you could be doing, believe me, I get it. So, I try to keep it short, sweet, and fun.”

“Fun for whom?” Loki muttered.

“Myself, I’m the one guiding you after all. Gotta help myself get through this just as much as you do.” She gave him a wink and laughed as he scowled. It was obvious they were both enjoying this for various reasons, so she chose not to tell him, she could tell this scowl was more forced than the others so far.

“Now, here are the floors that are worth the weight, the next five floors are about two floors each in height, they’re the gyms and rec rooms. From battle simulations in the VR to real word pumping iron, there is no bar too high in this place…well for you anyway.” She looked up at Thor and Loki. “For me, there are quite a few out of my reach. I won’t go into too much detail here, you’ll be scheduled for a fitness and analysis exam, so they’ll run you through the various simulations and fancy gizmos and gadgets then.” There was obvious excitement and interest in both the brothers' eyes, and she could not help the small snicker that came out as she led them up to the thirty-sixth floor. “We’ll keep it short here, mission briefs and observations happen on deck here. And you can look out the windows and observe a lovely view of the compound and city as well while you’re at it. This is one very wide floor.” She explained as they went to the far end where there was a lovely view of the city before heading up to the next floor.

“This is the not so common choice of a common area. Usually these types of floors are near the ground floor if not the ground floor itself. But, what’s common about superheroes and aliens as a whole?” She shrugged. “Here is where you’ll be able to relax between missions and training or simply don’t want to be in your room. The best part of this floor is actually over here.’ She grinned, a little speed in her steps as she led them to two rather ornate double doors. “This is a place you can always check out,” she slid her key through the reader and turned the knobs. Pushing the two doors open with great flourish to reveal a very grand library with a glass dome like ceiling, stairs leading to the four floors above and one below. “This is a place where I can't help my shelf and spend hours. But personal interest aside, you can bring beverages into the library, you just can't pour milk over the serials here. They’ve got all sorts of books here now that we know some myths are not so fictitious.” She pointedly looked at the two of them. “I know it’s pretty booked, but you can always leaf through as needed.

“And why would they have such a place at SHIELD?” Loki asked, taking a step forward, followed by another, and several more until he was in front of a shelf and pulling one of the leather-bound pages from it.

“Knowledge is key, and sometimes the old-fashioned way is the best way or only way. Like I said, things of lore are no more and not everything is metadata. Also, this is part of the floors where one can simply step out of the digital world and unwind. Can you imagine what the public would do if one of the eligible bachelors or bachelorettes of the Avengers was seen in the public library? We’d have mobs of paparazzi and feral fans trying to get their chance to be seen with them. There’d be no peace and quiet. Having our own mini library was the best solution. It does not have everything, but it helps minimize the need to go out and be seen frequenting a location. Villains and mosey people alike won’t set their sights on a place where the public is free to come and go.”

Thor walked over to his brother, pulling out another book and quickly skimmed through it. He was not as avid of a reader as his brother, but he knew and respected the importance of knowledge. This place would be very useful to the two who were not as technologically savvy as the Midgardians. Y/N watched as Loki slowly read the first few pages of the book he chose, while Thor skimmed through several books. He did linger on a few, looking at the title twice before returning it to its spot.

“Reading time will have to be another time. Once you get your key card, you have free access to the books here, and you can check them out with the librarians as needed. Come along, only a few more floors to go.” She promised, Thor grabbed Loki by the back of his jacket and forcibly dragged him a few steps before he replaced the book and reluctantly followed them out back to the elevators.

The brothers watched as she slid her card into a slot next to two rows of buttons and selected the number eight button in the second row of the two rows labeled as LQ. “This is where only certain personnel can enter. You both, other avengers, and some agents will be living here on the compound. As you can see, there are not that many floors, but each floor is similar to the gym and rec room floors in that each floor is two floors in height from eight to fourteen. The reason being is that eight upwards is where you and any other members of the Avengers will have a penthouse style apartment. Each is designed and decorated according to the specifications or desires of the occupant. No two rooms are going to be alike in details, but the basic blueprint will be the same for safety exits and code regulations. Floors one to four is where the agents that live here, guests, important visitors, and some time overtime employees will be residing. Floors five to seven is where their dining and entertainment will be. There is a mini theater, a large dining room kitchen with staff, and a mini library for them to spend their time. Their key cards will not allow them into your floor, but you will be allowed on their floors if you so wish. “

The doors of the elevator opened up to reveal a rather large hallway with only a few doors on either side. Floors eight to twelve will resemble this. As you can see, none of the doors look the same and have been customized to the comfort of the resident who stays in that space while here. The two of you will have your own apartments on the twelfth floor. On the thirteenth and fourteenth floor you will find similar amenities; a large state-of-the-art kitchen, fully staffed on request; a large dining area, personal theater, recreational activities such a bowling alley, billiards, and a private bar that has its own balcony facing the city. The last floor, the HQ floor, is where the leaders of SHIELD convene for their meetings and have their offices. I cannot allow you entry on that floor, so I will be leading you back down to the ground floor from here. And that is there is to say about this tower. Though we do have everything indoors, there are still many outside facilities on the grounds for certain activities. For example, large scale training or ability practice will take place in one of the various hangars and fields that are readily equipped and shielded from causing too much disruption in the building. Sometimes you may be flown out to more discrete locations to avoid unwanted attention as well.”

“They really have thought of everything.” Loki finally admitted to being somewhat impressed, mostly for the library. He and Thor silently mulled over all the information that was given to them. It was certainly a lot, and it became clear as to why they were put through the task. It was needed information, but also a warning that they would always be watched. Not just them as outsiders, but the Avengers as a whole were to be watched because they were a collective of beings that could single-handedly cause more trouble than any large scale militant group.

“Yes, they have, and that’s it for this personal tour. I do hope you enjoy your stay here at SHIELD. I wish you the best of luck always and success in your missions moving forward. Thank you for your time, enjoy the rest of your day.” She led them to the front doors and stepped out into the crisp air, the sun still in the sky. There was one fact that had consistently nagged at the back of their minds. A question they intended to ask, and yet never thought or had the chance to. Loki looked to Thor, who silently nodded his head.

“Y/N, what exactly is your position here at SHIELD?” She had access to every floor, detailed information, and knew where to say what and when. Only someone of high level clearance and trust would be privy to such, and she purposefully and expertly avoided the topic with thought-provoking information and clever words of misdirection. However, now was their chance. The two turned to face her. They would get their answers, but she was no longer there. In fact, there was no sign of her anywhere. Who exactly was Y/N. It was clear now, this was only the beginning for the two of them at the mysterious organization known as SHIELD.

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Tsukinami Prologue

ー The scene starts on the rooftop garden at Banmaden

Yui: ( The breeze feels nice... )

Monologue

Several months have passed, since I came here.

While everything was quiet and peaceful at first,

the situation made a complete 180 right after,

and even right now,

things are rapidly changing in the Demon World.

The trigger for all of this,

was Karlheinz-san,

both the Vapire King and the Supreme Overlord of the Demon World,

and his decision to pass down his powers to one of his sons.

The once stable and peaceful state of the Demon World,

took a turn for the worst in the blink of an eye.

As soon as that happened,

the other Demonic races came to the conclusion,

that now while the new ruler was still inexperienced,

it would be the prime opportunity to steal the throne,

with various conflicts breaking out all over the country...

Yui: ( The Vampire, Wolf, Adler and Vibora Clan...Those are the four main sub-species of the Demon World. )

( Aside from those, there’s Founders like Carla-san and Shin-kun...The First Bloods. )

( Not only do they stand independent from any other race, they possess great powers. That’s why several other clans have reached out to them.

( ...Because they want to use their powers to their own advantage. )

( Seems like today as well, several Familiars from different species came to visit Banmaden one after the other. )

...Must be a lot of work.

( However, it seems like those two have been sending all of them back home empty-handed. )

( To be honest...I’m kind of relieved. It’d be worried if we were to get caught up in the chaos, and I’m kind of scared. )

ー Shin approaches her

Shin: Hah...Today has left me exhausted again.

Yui: Ah, Shin-kun. Good work out there!

Shin: For real. I’m completely beat.

They won’t give up even if you tell them to leave, it gets really annoying. They’re such a pain in the ass.

Nii-san’s not going to grant them an audience no matter how much they please, but they’re way too persistent...Haah.

Yui: Must be rough day after day.

Shin: It is. I mean, I do understand why they’d love to have us help them out.

We’re Founders after all...First Bloods. Ah, right. You can have this.

*Thud*

Yui: Wah?

( What’s in this bottle...? )

Shin: It’s supposed to be some kind of luxury item one of those other Demons brought along. I doubt it’s meant for Nii-san, so it must be for you, no?

Yui: For me?

Shin: ...If they seriously thought about giving something wrapped in such a cute, frilly packaging to Nii-san, then they should be happy they got away with simply being send back at the gate.

Yui: ( He does have a point...I mean, he went through the trouble to bring it to me, so might as well open it up. )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah...Look, it’s konpeito!

Shin: I know. ...I already inspected it just in case.

Yui: Ah, right. Thanks.

Shin: You’re welcome. Wait, well, I only handed it over to you.

Yui: But I’m happy. Well then, let’s not waste any more time...

*Thud*

Yui: ( Waah, this really takes me back. )

...Here you go, Shin-kun.

Shin: Nn. ...Uwah, it’s sickingly sweet...

Yui: Fufu, you’re right. But it has a reassuring taste.

Shin: Maybe, I guess.

Yui: ( It almost feels like I’m having a relaxing time over at the human world but... )

I wonder if a war will break out in the Demon World

Shin: I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If they let this chance slip by, it could take ages before another similar situation occurs.

Yui: ( One of the Sakamaki brothers now has Karlheinz-san’s powers, right? ...I wonder how they’re doing. )

( They might already be fighting against another Clan... )

Shin: Hey, hold up. You were thinking of those guys just now, weren’t you?

Yui: Eh?

Shin: Don’t try to play dumb. ...You’re thinking about those Sakamaki’s, aren’t you?

Yui: ...Yeah. While only for a short period, I did once live together with them, so I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

Shin: Hahー ...You really are a miss goodie-two-shoes, aren’t you?

But you know. We’ve been turning down all offers so far, but if we’re made a good offer, the two of us might end up facing each other as enemies again, you know?

What will you do if that happens?

Yui: Well...

( I definitely don’t want...two groups of people I know to face off against each other. )

( I don’t want them to clash but...I’m not sure if I’m in any position to say anything about this whole situation. )

...

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Shin: ...The wind’s picking up. We should probably head inside soon.

Yui: Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Yui: ( They might end up fighting each other, huh...? )

( I don’t want to have to witness that, but I’m sure it’s not that easy for them either. )

( I’m pretty sure they want nothing more to regain sovereignty over de Demon World previously in hands of the Vampire Clan. )

( However, said plan failed back when Karlheinz-san was still around. )

( I won’t deny that now might be the prime opportunity to take back control. However, if they were to do that... )

( Hmー We’d be back to square one. )

*Knock knock*

Carla: I am coming in.

Yui: Sure, go ahead.

ー Carla enters her room

Yui: ( I wonder what’s behind the sudden visit. )

Carla: ...An unfamiliar scent lingers in the air. Do you have any idea where it might be coming from?

Yui: Eh? Umー...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Perhaps it’s this konpeito?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun gave it to me earlier and we tried it together.

Carla: Konpeito, you say? ...The unfamiliar scent made me assume that someone with bad intentions might have trespassed the manor.

Yui: ( So that’s why he came to check up on me. I must have made him worried. )

Would you like to try some as well?

Carla: No thank you. ...I do not particularly enjoy sweets.

Yui: I see...

Carla: You enjoy that sort of thing?

Yui: Yes! I feel happy for some reason as the sweet flavor spreads in my mouth...

Carla: ...I see. I suppose it was worth allowing Shin to accept the gift.

Yui: ( The two of us rarely talk because he’s always so busy, but it seems like he’s actually keeping me in mind. )

( ...I’m happy. )

*Knock knock*

Shin: Nii-san? Dinner is ready to be served.

Carla: I understand. ...Well then, let us go.

Yui: Yes.

ー The scene shifts to the ballroom

*Cling cling*

Yui: ( Usually I feel most relaxed when the three of us are together like this but...The atmosphere is kind of tense. )

Carla: ...Update me on the situation.

Shin: The same as usual. It’s pretty clear that all they care about are our powers.

They could really benefit from some manners, I had to stop myself from simply burning them all to the ground.

Carla: It cannot be helped. It only makes sense that they would seek out stronger allies.

Shin: But you know, it’s so blatantly obviously that they’re trying to be in control since we’re outnumbered.

That sort of arrogant attitude really pisses me off ...!

Yui: ( Seems like Shin-kun is really stressed out from having to deal with various other Demons day after day. )

Shin: I mean, they won’t say it with that many words, but they underestimate us way too much just because there’s only two of us.

Carla: However, it is true that it is just us two. So they must be jumping to conclusions.

Shin: ...Hey, what do you plan to do, Nii-san?

What do we gain from keeping up with this!?

Carla: ...We must not be hasty.

Shin: You think so?

Day after day I have to deal with other Clans’ Familiars coming to this Castle...I’m sick and tired of it!

This is a prime opportunity to take back sovereignty over the Demon World, so why are you keeping quiet?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun, calm down a little...

Shin: As if you could ever understand...So just shut up!

Yui: No way...

( I mean, it’s true that I’m not the one out there having to deal with all of this like Shin-kun is. )

( Nor do I know all of the details of the situation but...That still stings a little. )

Carla: ...

ー Carla gets up from his seat and walks away

Shin: Tsk...What’s his problem...?

Yui: ...

( I’ll leave with Carla-san as well. )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Yui: Haah...

( Perhaps I spoke out of line. )

Carla: Do not blame Shin for what he said.

Yui: I don’t plan on doing so. I’m sure he must be exhausted.

Carla: Shin is still young. That is why he lets his temper get the best of him.

I believe he must want to free himself from this confinement as soon as possible.

I am fairly sure that I would have done the same back in my younger days...

Now I cannot confidently make such a decision on the spot.

Yui: Right...

Carla: It is just the two of us now. While we may be strong, we are outnumbered. ...We must carefully work around this disadvantage.

I refuse to let the first best Demon use us to their own advantage. ...Due to my pride as a Founder.

Yui: ( Pride, huh? Such a heavy concept. )

ー Carla walks away

Yui: ( I am sure that Carla-san has his own strategy in mind. )

( If Shin-kun is offense, Carla-san is defense. ...Even if both of them feel the same way, they come across as quite different. )

( ...It’s not making the situation any easier. )

*TIMESKIP*

*CAW CAW CAW*

Yui: ( Hm? ...What’s this sound...? )

ー Yui wakes up in her room

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( Crows? What are they doing here...? )

ー Shin enters her room

Shin: Thank god...

Yui: Shin-kun! Did something happen?

Shin: Some random guys came to attack us out of nowhere. ...I’m glad to see you’re safe and sound.

Yui: Where is Carla-san?

Shin: He’s fine. Anyway, you should worry about your own safety right now. Come on, let’s hurry.

Yui: Eh? Where are we going?

Shin: We’re going to move to a different manor and wait out the situation.

???: ーー You’re not getting away

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Who’s this...? )

Kino: Hey there! I’m Kino. ...I’m part of the organization known as ‘Raven’.

Shin: Is that so? And why exactly did you sneak into our place?

Kino: I’ve come here to pick her up. ...Did you like my konpeito?

Yui: Eh?

Kino: Take my hand...Eve.

Yui: ( Why is he...calling me Eve...? )

Shin: Hah? I’m not letting you have her. If you want her that badly...You’ll have to get past me first.

Kino: Ehー? What a pain...But well, if that’s what you want, I’ll take you on.

Shin: Heeh...Allow me to show you that you’ll end up swallong those words very soon!!

Yui: Shin-kun, don’t!

Shin: You stay back...!

*THUD*

Yui: Kyah!

Kino: Hmー... A First Blood’s combat style is rather unimpressive.

Shin: Haah? Fuck offーー!

*THUD*

Kino: Ahaha! You haven’t landed a single hit? So, what are you hoping to achieve by wrecking your own Castle?

Shin: I’m seriously going to kill you...!

Yui: ( Oh no. I want to stop this fight, but I can’t exactly step in between them... )

Carla: ...Haah!

*Woosh*

Kino: Uu...Kuh...Hah...

ー Kino collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Carla-san...!

Carla: You mannerless brute. It is common courtesy to request an audience with the King first. ...Now name yourself.

Kino: Owowow...Well, guess I should have expected as much. This is what a First Blood should be like.

My name’s Kino. I am Karlheinz’ Prince Zero.

Yui: Eh?

( Which means he’s one of Karlheinz-san’s sons as well? )

Shin: ...I didn’t think there’s be another hopeless Vampire aside from those guys.

Kino: I only came to introduce myself today. I’ll be back. To ask you to hand Eve back to me, when I eventually become Adam.

Yui: ( ...Our eyes met... )

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: Whoops, seems like I’m running out of time. ...See you!

ー Kino runs off

Kino: Ah, before I forget.

Mr. Long Hair, you’re terminally ill, aren’t you?

Yui: ( How does he know that...? )

Kino: Why don’t you just give her up already, so you can get to spend the little time you have left in peace? What do you say?

Carla: ...

Kino: Ahaha! Well then, bye-bye!

*Flap flap flap*

*CAW CAW CAW*

Shin: Kuh! Halt!

Carla: Stop. ...Let him go for now.

Shin: For now...?

Yui: ( Carla-san is terminally ill...He’s still contracted with Endzeit. )

( I nearly forgot because his usual demeanor wouldn’t lead one to assume that he is ill... )

( But since he never fully recovered, he’s constantly flirting with death. )

Carla: ...Nonsense.

ー Carla walks away

Shin: Ugh...

Monologue

Endzeit.

It had been a while,

since I last heard the name of said illness drop.

After all,

Carla-san has been pretending,

as if it does not keep his mind busy.

Even now that the symptoms are seemingly under control,

it would make perfect sense for him to continue,

to feel the crushing pressure of reality.

I believe that he must have been hiding it,

not wanting to talk about his illness,

in front of us.

When I think about that,

my chest ached in pain.

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Yui: ( Endzeit will never disappear ーー that being said, I’m pretty sure he’ll get upset if I show too much concern... )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( Is that Shin-kun trying to enter the woods leading a pack of wolves!? )

( Carla-san is...not with him. )

( Don’t tell me he wants to go take revenge for earlier...I have to stop him! )

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yui: Haah, haah...

( I guess it was reckless of me to chase after him after all. )

( I know that I should have probably told Carla-san but...I wasn’t confident about facing him after what just went down. )

( ...Anyway, now that I’ve come this far, I have to go after hiーー )

*Rustle*

Yui: !

*Rustle*

Yui: ( No way...Someone’s behind me...? )

I’m sorry, forgive me...

Shin: What are you playing at, following me all the way over here?

Yui: Shin-kun?

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Go back to the Castle. I’ll let this slide if you do. Hurry!

Yui: Wait! Were you going somewhere by yourself?

Shin: ...Nii-san is dying at the hands of Endzeit. We can’t waste any more time.

If we stay cooped up in our Castle forever, we might get wiped out without accomplishing anything...We have to act before that happens.

We’ll regain control over the Demon World...!

Yui: ( Shin-kun...I understand why he’d feel pressed but I doubt Carla-san will be happy with this. )

But It’s not wise to act thoughtlessly. I’m sure you still have time to come up with a plan at least?

Shin: It’ll be too late then!

Yui: That’s not true!

Carla: ...What are you doing?

Yui: Carla-san...

Shin: Nii-san, I’m sorry for acting without your permission but...

Carla: ...You never change. You really need to fix that rash nature of yours.

Shin: ...

Carla: What was your plan?

Shin: I was going to visit the Wolf Clan first.

They’ve always done a splendid job at protecting their territory from outsiders. They have a strong sense of duty and their King possesses great qualities of leadership.

I figured they would be the best party to form an alliance with.

Yui: ( I see...So that was his plan. )

Carla: I see. However, listen carefully, Shin.

We are Founders. First Bloods like us must not rely on any outsiders to gain sovereignty.

Shin: But we worked together with Mertz in the past...

Carla: I made a rare exception in that man’s case because he seemed to worship us.

Shin: ...Then, what do you want me to do?

Carla: ...We shall take down the Demon World together.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: ...No, the three of us, I should say.

Yui: ( Eh? ...He’s looking at me? )

Carla: Heh...I shall not take no as an answer.

Shin: ...Aah, Nii-san...!

Let’s do that! We’ll be victorious for sure...!

*HOOOOOWL*

Monologue

My heart began to beat faster,

when he corrected his statement to ‘the three of us’.

It felt as if they had acknowledged me,

as one of them,

giving me a warm feeling inside my honest.

However, cutting through the happiness,

was the anxiety looming in the back of my heart.

There will be opponents,

we will have to face off against.

And then there’s this guy,

who suddenly showed up and dubbed himself the new Adam.

I wonder if I will be able to safely make it out,

of this battle over sovereignty,

which lies at the very core of all the chaos in the Demon World?

Yui: ( However, I need to have faith. I decided I would stay by this man’s side after all... )

[CHOOSE CARLA] [CHOOSE SHIN]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #letsukinamiprologue

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„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

-a chishiya series ch4 ch6

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warnings + notes: sorry i took forever >< just mentions of alcohol and weed… idk what else tbh i made this at 3am lol bye

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

- THREE OF CLUBS

you’ve been tapping the heels of your feet onto the floor for nearly 30 minutes, replaying a rhythm you are unable to remember. to others, it just plays off as though you’re enjoying the party music that assaults your senses- but in actuality, you’re arguing with it. though you try, you cannot combat the obnoxious noise that shakes through your body.

“hey” his slightly raspy voice makes you jump, but chishiya seems as though he was aiming for that reaction.

“dont sneak up on me like that…” you’re holding your hand to your heart while he smirks, sitting on the beach chair beside you in front of the pool

“it was a perfect moment. what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be sleeping?” hes right, its still dark outside- and you’re not exactly thriving in the club areas. you’re not exactly sure why you’re not in your room either, or possibly exploring the resort.

“i just wanted to not be alone i suppose”. it seems sadder than it is, but you like the feeling of being alone, not being lonely. and if sitting by rabid beach members alleviates that loneliness- then you’ll welcome it gladly.

chishiya plays it off like he understands, but he honestly doesn’t. he thrives off of his own self, and he rarely can tolerate being around more than 3 people at once, let alone a crowd. to him, he has no benefit from being around others- especially if they’re overbearing like the majority of those in the beach. it just simply isnt his scene.

“if you say so.”

neither of you speak, simply sitting there beside each other as the wind blows tougher, and you can sense chishiya has ran back to the comfort of his own mind. its odd, he seems to always be in thought- but youre too freshly involved to get to ask him what it is he’s debating inside.

chishiya knows he’s ethically wrong for this, he took an oath to do no evil, yet here he was- sitting beside you as though he is your friend while mapping out an idea that will most likely get you killed for his own benefits. and he thinks he’ll start to take advantage of the things you’re opening up to him about. it doesn’t make him feel too good, but he stands up and looks at you before speaking

“come with me.”

chishiya leads you up a wounding tower of stairs, and you secretly wonder if he decided not to use the elevator just to make fun of you losing your breath over climbing up multiple stories. eventually, you hit the top of the stairs, and he forces open a metal door, leading straight to the roof.

“oh wow!” you’re impressed. the view from the roof is beautiful, and the people downstairs seem so small and little. from here, you can see the greenery attacking the city- and somehow it is comforting.

however, you get the feeling chishiya hasn’t led you up here to show off the new world to you. the air is tenser than before, and uncertainty runs deep inside of you.

he notices the atmosphere as well, and moves a bit closer to you to whisper, as though the people on the ground can hear his words.

“hatter will want to see what you’re capable of soon. i know your visa has days left, but he needs to know what you can bring to the table.”

“i didn’t know i needed to audition for some guy. and we had a game together, can’t you just vouch for me?” you’d rather not get thrown into another murderous game so quickly- you have only had such little time to recover mentally, and now you had to join another potential bloodbath? you don’t bother to look at chishiya, you’re already becoming absorbed by the mass possibilities of what this future game will present you with. he just observes you, noticing how you begin to bite on the inside of your cheek and cracking your knuckles in front of you.

the actions bother him, your anxious mood making him furrow his brows and gnaw on his lip, and after a long silence- chishiya betrays his own self by replying to you

“i’ll find a way to get us together when the day comes.” though the sentence is short, and the blonde immediately begins to walk away after speaking, you know in your own way that chishiya wants to give you his support.

the days leading up until your next game go by fast, and chishiya notices how uncharacteristic he begins to behave. he actively searches for you throughout the day, and with every small moment you learn more about him.

he tells you about how he mainly practices in a pediatric hospital, but strays from the conversation of his own younger memories. finding that you have a unique interest in reading, you both begin to venture for books within the conference rooms of the resort. you admit that your confidant helps you with the budding anxiety of the inevitable game- and you’ve been able to branch out to others as well. kuina has been a common late-night partner of yours, with her it feels as though you are meeting a friend in the true world. your conversations are light and airy, but you both connect on an emotional level as well with ease.

kuina has helped you to meet others as well- like the boy with the cap you saw in your last game, who’s name you’ve learned is tatta. with him, he seems to follow more of ann’s directions- you can’t blame him, she’s probably one of the least intimidating executives the beach has.

you can hear the horns and yelling downstairs, and you recognize it as the time for the late night games. soon after, there’s a knocking on your door. you don’t have to think about who it is, and you only pray that he managed to get you both in the hellsent game together.

when you open your door, chishiya’s face is unreadable. he observes you from under his white hood, zipper head grazing his lower sternum- and is that eyeliner…?

he just nods his head as a greeting, giving a low wave you as you mumble a “hi” and close the door behind you. you hid the bottom of your swimsuit with the sweatpants you had worn before, and an athletic jacket ontop. chishiya doesn’t wait for you, and starts to walk towards the elevator on your floor- speaking without bothering to look at you.

“i tried my best, tatta will be joining us.”

this is all he says to you, he doesn’t even reply to your thanks, simply staring forward at the elevator doors. you get a sense of deja vu from the experience.

if you thought the silence from your room to the lobby was killer, the ride to the game itself made you claustrophobic.

you could feel the alcoholism from the man sitting in the passenger seat, emanating from his breath and marinating into the roughened seats of the car. his loud guffaws while he told some falsified story of his previous games to the stoned girl that sat beside you in the backseat who simply egged on his already high ego. chishiya sits on your right side, but stares out the car window with his music playing- and tatta drives the car stiffly. you can read the nervousness in his eyes when he looks into the rear mirror and sees your face before quickly paying attention to the road once more.

you’re rather uncomfortable, shuffling more towards chishiya once the girl next to you begins to start talking with her hands- and making obscene motions. chishiya practically hugs the car door so you dont touch his shoulder, and you try your best not to. the air is stifling, and you just resort to closing your eyes while shaking your leg to try and calm yourself. you can faintly hear chishiya’s music that he’s been blasting in his ears, and try to focus on that instead of the drunk dude in the front talking about how he screwed some chick a day ago.

secretly, chishiya notices this- he sees how your leg starts to bounce to the rhythm of his old music, and your breaths have gone into harmony with his own. he simply just raises the volume more, ignoring the slight discomfort he begins to experience from the loudness.

when you arrive, the game arena simply seems like a recording studio. its when you grab a phone the counter, that you notice something is different. the phones are protected in casing- and the individual mic room has metal flooring and rusted metal walls. tatta stands beside you, following your line of sight and also seeing the thick metal hinges on the bottom of the other room, unlike the red carpet of the studio where you are directed into.

there are buttons and microphones lodged into the silver counter in the studio, a mesh cover sits over a thick, soundproof, glass window into the other room, joined by a thick metal door on the left.

the girl speaks, her hair moving upwards as she begins to clip it up. “is this going to be some sort of skill game? we doing karaoke here or something?” she laughs, and the drunken man shakes his head- quickly sobering up as compared to his behavior in the vehicle not too long ago.

“something’s up, that door is too thick for something as trivial as that.” he’s right, the door is to protect those in the room- or maybe , hold whatever is in the other room back.

GAME REGISTRATION CLOSED! THERE ARE FIVE PLAYERS, THE GAME WILL NOW BEGIN.

you can hardly pay attention, because the tiny arena begins to creek loudly- and as the feminine robotic voice continues her spoken instructions, you lift your head up to view the studio.

the recording room’s metal floor has begun to open up, and water rises to meet the hinges of the flooring. there is no light, just dark water in the opening of the floor.

DIFFICULTY: 3 OF CLUBS!

RULES: FIND THE CODES AND INPUT THEM INTO THE CORRECT ORDER. THE SET WILL BE FOUND UNDERWATER, AND THE ORDER IS WITHIN THE CONTROL STUDIO. YOU HAVE TWO CHANCES TO PUT THE CORRECT CODE ORDER IN. AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE MUST BE IN EACH ROOM AT ALL TIMES. AFTER 30 MINUTES, IF NEITHER ATTEMPT IS CORRECT, IT WILL BE A GAME OVER AND BOTH ROOMS WILL BE GASSED.

30 minutes to move in the dark? were these codes supposed to be divine messages from some guardian angel ?

chishiya wastes no time, quickly moving a swivel chair as the phones begin to count down from 5 minutes- 5minutes to decide who will be in each room.

he begins searching the room like a maniac- even though tatta shyly calls his name.

“chishiya… we need to uhm, figure out how this is going to work.” he simply lets out a gruff “uhuh” while tossing some old vinyls in a box to the floor.

“well nice to know youre helpful! now i’m not that great at swimming- i grew up on the countryside so i dont think im the best bet for this. how about you eh?” the drunk man nudges the younger lady- her eyes dizzy with a reply to his taller stature.

“well… i did middle school swim club … but that was before i moved away-“ he wastes no time, grabbing her wrist and forcefully dragging her towards the metal door despite her protests. “then you’re perfect for the job! who else?!” he scans the room, landing his gaze on you. “can you swim?”

theres about 2 minutes left on the countdown and you resist letting out a laugh in his face. “so are you determining people’s roles now? it seems like you’re just trying to deflect having a role in this altogether.” you say, avoiding answering his question.

he seems ticked off, sneering as he walks closer to you- making you look up at him but your stare doesn’t waver. “you know what, i recall someone saying this was hatter’s game run for you…” he eyes you, looking down at your body and back at your face “so who better to fill the empty spot than you..!”

you can feel your heart drop a little, but internally- you know you should’ve expected it. chishiya eyes you from the side of the room, subtly nodding his head and you know you’ve hit a wall.

the gravity of the situation doesn’t hit until the countdown ends, and the metal door slamming against the wall and locking shut isolates you and the other girl from the three men in the other room. it is silent, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot hear those in the control room.

the girl’s arm is shaking, and you’re not exactly confident in the abilities she has to carry this game to its end.

in front of the glass window, is a table with two headsets- and you hand the girl the other one. chishiya looks at you from his seat behind the control panel, eyes behind the mesh cover of the glass window. he has pity for you.

GAME START

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bertholdt dating a deaf reader would include...

sfw. warnings: mentions of bullying.

author’s note: this was posted on my wattpad, so there is no need to worry if you see it there. other than that, there is nothing else to add!

• in all honesty, how it was revealed that you were deaf was a little embarrassing. it happened during the first day of the cadet corps when everyone was being debriefed and publicly humiliated in front of each other because commander shadis wanted to ensure every abled person was morphed into a model soldier. it didn't take long for it to be your turn.

— "sorry, sir! i can't hear you!" shadis, at first, thought you were being a smartass and before he could yell at you some more, you added, "i'm deaf!"

— "then why the hell are you here?!"

• from there, you explained that you wanted to not so much fight for humanity by physically driving the titans back but stay back and help formulate strategies and plans.

• fortunately, shadis was merciful enough to let you stay, though it took some convincing. that and once his superiors heard about your case, they were torn but eventually you were allowed to train with the others.

• alas, you were completely oblivious to some of the bullying happening behind your back...

• you struggle with communication and social skills, such as simply not understanding a joke that everyone else is laughing at. when that is happening, you usually write down on a piece of paper to ask just what is so funny, but they usually brush you off by either ignoring you, saying "oh, it's nothing", or something of that nature.

• the first few months were hell on earth for you. if anything, you preferred the physical training over anything because that meant you wouldn't have to worry about trying to communicate with any of the other cadets since the same can't be said about sparring or the wasteland excursion training (an exercise where the cadets are split into two groups and make a round trip through the wasteland. they leave the training base at the same time on separate routes, retrieve an object at the checkpoint, and return to base. they exercise aims to test their vigilance in tedious, low-risk situations).

• in terms of bullying, you experienced quite a variety of things. being ostracized, taken advantage of when it came to sparring or other team activities since everyone knew you were at a disadvantage, or people trying to talk to you but you didn't know what they were talking about.

— "can she seriously not hear a thing?"

— "what a weirdo."

— "hey, y/n, can you even speak?"

• bertholdt didn't like how differently everyone was treating you just because you have a disability, it reminded him all too much of his father and the prejudice eldians face from marleyans. so, when he's finally had enough, he steps forward and tells everyone to cut it out. from there, he becomes friends with you and follows you everywhere to help you in any way he can.

— of course, this didn't blow well over with annie or reiner because bertholdt is sympathetic toward the enemy but it's not like they could stop him.

• it's from there where bertholdt did things like open the door for you, carry your things, intentionally pick you to be his partner in sparring so no one else would be rude toward you, try his best to translate things if someone was trying to talk to you (by writing down on a piece of paper).

• obviously, it didn't take long for you to develop feelings for him and the same can be said for bertholdt! ☺️

— he thought you were so sweet and precious...you needed to be protected and although he wasn't the best option for this, he still wanted to do his best to make you feel safe.

• so...within a few weeks, you two started going out! bertholdt couldn't care less about the stares he got— he was used to them— but if you ever pointed it out, he would make up excuses to make it seem like the judgmental glares were aimed toward him and not you. it wasn't like he wasn't used to it already and the last thing he wanted was to see you unhappy.

• a few years went by and close to graduation, shadis gathered everyone to tell them that the government had been working on a way to communicate with the hearing-impaired. sign language. shadis said it would be easier to talk to you that way. many people were against learning it because they thought of it as a waste of their time, saying that they had enough issues learning the specifics of titan killing.

— all in all, the only people that were willing to learn— aside from you— were christa, mikasa, bertholdt, armin, and connie & sasha (even though they can be a bunch of numbskulls at times).

• bertholdt spent many nights trying to perfect his sign language. it sort of pissed off some of the other guys in the cabin because of just how late he would stay up! he can't remember how many times he's accidentally pulled an all-nighter and only knew when he heard the bell for muster.

• when he signed to you the first time during supper, he was so nervous, afraid that he might offend you if he messed up any of the signs but was relieved and proud of himself when you understood him and offered to teach him some more which he gleefully agreed to.

• bertholdt likes that you two have this language that not everyone in the cadet corps can understand, that way he can be cute with you without the other boys knowing and making fun of him for it

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