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rishiguro · 1 year
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WALLS - S. RINTAROU
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a/n: help i feel like i forgot how to write
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suna immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. you were silent, not even protesting when he put on some shitty rom-com, instead only nodding absentmindedly. your eyes never seemed to look directly at him when you faced each other, instead looking through him, like you zoned out. you didn’t lay your head on his shoulder like you usually would, instead resting against the back of the couch. “are you okay?”
“huh? yeah,” you replied after a couple seconds. you blinked repeatedly, shaking your head quickly, as if you haven’t heard him properly. “yeah, i am”
the middle blocker narrowed his eyes slightly. he noticed your slightly hunched shoulders and your dazed glance, mind clearly occupied with something.
your hands curled and fisting the sleeves of your sweater.
“are you sure?” he asked again.
you gave him a half-hearted smile. “pretty sure?”
suna wasn’t so easily fooled by you — but sometimes you wished he was.
he kept quiet for a while, eyes cast forward, before he turned his head to you again, scanning your form.
your eyelids were heavy, dark eye bags telling him that you hadn’t slept properly the last few nights.
he hated it.
“i’m here for you”
he hated how you shut him out whenever there was something burdening you. you had always dealt with your problems alone, preferring to keep to yourself and never truly opening up to anyone — not even him.
and suna hated it so much.
“you can talk to me, you know?”
the middle blocker felt helpless whenever he saw you like this.
“i don’t know what you mean, i’m fine,” you replied curtly, turning your attention back to the tv, pretending to be interested in the random movie that was playing on the screen.
it took suna everything to shut up and not pry further.
there was no denying that he didn’t want to continue pestering you until he found out what has been bothering you, or even just until you simply admitted it.
he knew you were lying to him, he knew you weren’t fine and he knew you needed someone — and yet you kept shutting him out.
he couldn’t force you to talk to him because no matter how much he tried, you would only end up shying away from him. suna knew you had a hard time opening up about things; he could only imagine what was going on in your mind.
were you scared of it? were you afraid that he’d turn you away? did you think he wouldn’t take you seriously? that he’d joke about it? or that he would belittle you and your feelings?
no matter what your concerns were, suna promised himself that he would find a way to break down your walls.
it wasn’t until a few minutes into the credits that you had noticed the movie was over.
furrowing your eyebrows you tried to recall the plot, or at least the ending, just something to be able to have a conversation about.
yet before you could even open your mouth, you were pushed against suna’s chest, strong arms tightly wrapped around you with head resting in the crook of his neck.
and once you were shielded from the rest of the world, the brown haired man’s body safely engulfing you, your once calm and collected breathing grew haggard. quiet sobs escaped from your tight throat, restricting your airflow. your vision blurred as you shut your eyes, trying to force the tears back, only to have them slip through nonetheless.
suna was quiet as he held your sobbing form, softly rubbing circles on your back, not once speaking up as you cried.
you weren’t okay.
but being in his arms made it a little bit better.
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fan-goddess · 10 months
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Patience
Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x girlfriend!reader
Summary: Aegon gets impatient when reader denies giving him what he wants at a dinner. So he decides to take it into his own hands. Literally…
Warnings: NSFW below the cut, m masturbation, p in v sex, porn with plot,
Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii,
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Your long term boyfriend Aegon Targaryen has never been a patient person. Even with the simplest of tasks, within five minutes or even less, your boyfriend will be whining and nagging like a child on the verge of a tantrum.
His patience only got worse when he had to wait for sex. That night Alicent had invited both you and him to a dinner with the family. A thing Aegon hated doing, yet tolerated cause he knew otherwise he’d get an earful from his mother. You’d dressed up in a nice dress Aegon had suggested and drove there together. Throughout the entire journey, he’d been attempting to slyly tempt you to turn around and go home.
“Come on princess! I know that you don’t exactly get much joy out of my mother and her stupid fucking dinners! So let’s go home now, and maybe we can watch some Netflix and just chill together… just you and me?” His hand that always seems to be permanently attached to your knee travels higher up your leg, before you stop it with your own hand and a stern look.
“No you little baby. I promised Alicent we’d go tonight! Plus, Helaena’s gonna be there and we haven’t caught up in weeks. I wanna see how her date with that flower shop girl went last week ago.”
The whine that rips through Aegons throat was almost amusing. You held an amused smirk, but it seemed to only make him more whiny. As the rest of the car ride Aegon looked out the window and every so often changed the song playing on the radio calling it “practically illegal of the ear”.
When you get to the restaurant and get directed to the table, you greet Alicent and the rest warmly. Aegon does hang around more behind, yet he does share a couple warm smiles with Aemond and Helaena when they come to greet him. When Alicent comes to him though, the two exchange only the needed pleasantries and a small kiss on the forehead before she comes and starts a conversation with you about her latest trip.
Eventually all the pleasantires were exacjnged, and you all are sat at the giant table, where you and Aegon are placed to sit in front of Alicent together. Though not even ten minutes pass before Aegon finds himself leaning over to whisper in your ear, “quickie in the bathroom?”
You give him a raised eyebrow
“But it’s aching! Are you going to be so cruel denying your boyfriend the release he so desperately needs?” He whispered in your ear. His hand mimicked what it did early in the car. It wandering further and further upwards, getting stopped by your own hand once again before it could reach it’s desired location.
“Yes I will. Because if my boyfriend doesn’t stop being such a fucking brat he’ll get his ass spanked and won’t be able to sit properly for a while. That’s why.” You didn’t look at Aegon when you whispered your threat to him, though when you did after your threat, It almost broke you then and there to see his eyes visibly turn dark with want and desperation.
Throughout the rest of the evening however when you tried to continue with the night as normal, Aegon persisted in his mission to tease you into getting what he wanted. When you still somehow manage to continue to speak Alicent about her latest trip went (a boring conversation you must admit), Aegon successfully managed to slip a hand up the length of your dress and slowly caress the skin of your inner thigh with a single finger.
When you looked at him with warning though, Aegon was already looking at you with a raised and daring look. As if he wanted you at that very moment to call him out and punish him in front of everyone. You shoved his hand off you, and nearly openly laughed at the small pout beginning to grow on his lips.
Aegons next play though, was downright sinful and deserving of purgatory. He’d gone to the bathroom innocently enough. Not subtly requesting for you to go to. Not whispering how he’ll be waiting for you. Instead, aegon sends you a two minute long video of him jerking off in the toilet stalls.
You were never more quick to check if you had your volume of in your life, and the breath you released was one of gratitude that it was. The camera angle wasn’t the best, but you’ve got to give him some credit considering he was in a shitty restaurant toilet cubicle.
He’d propped it up on the toilet basin so it showed his hard dick and his face in one shot. There was obviously some talking Aegon was doing to play it out. Probably some words going along the lines of, “This is what happens when you deny me princess…” followed by a whiny breathless moan. However it seems the genius forgot you weren’t able to listen to it. There’s no issue with that though. As now you’re able to save it and plop it into your ‘Aegons porn’ folder in your photos app to listen to later.
Aegon comes back to the table a couple minutes after sent the video, with what could only be described as a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you see it?” He whispers.
An idea forms in your head and you can’t wait to plan it out. “No? See what sweetheart?” To play it up ever more you give Aegon an innocent look and a bat of an eyelash that always makes Aegon stir in his seat. It works now, as an annoyed look in his eye gives away his intentions and leaves him moping the rest of the dinner.
Mean and bitchy comments were all that left his mouth the rest of the evening. Whenever snippets of conversations entered his ear his mouth ran and ran, and by the end of it most at the table were giving him some very dirty looks. Even when you placed a hand on his knee and mimicked what he did earlier, trailing a hand to his inner thigh to feel him, didn’t make his mood anymore bearable. You did feel the area on his crotch tighten slightly, though Aegon it seemed already decided his attitude for the rest of the night.
When the dinner was over, you exchanged pleasantries with Alicent and Helaena. Even exchanging a small polite smile with Aemond while he lurked behind. Aegon only gave a forced smile to his mother. Heading straight to the car after that and slamming the door behind him.
Alicent raised a brow at his behaviour. “My my I wonder what’s gotten into him? Though I can’t say I’m not surprised…” she sighs. It nearly makes you want to laugh out loud. It’s you. You’re what’s gotten into him. Still, you play the role of the nice responsible girlfriend and say the goodbyes from you and Aegon.
When you get in the car, aegons already connected his phone to the speaker to listen to some music, and is now looking out the car window with what may or may not be a pout on his face. You ask him if he’s still sulking, but he only responds with a huff and changes the playlist when some obnoxious pop song comes on. It’s almost amusing when ‘I hate my mom’ by GRLwood comes on first. Yet no laughter is exchanged. Only aegons moody huffs every so often.
Eventually you both arrive to your shared apartment. Aegon slams his door like a child in a tantrum, yet you cannot find yourself to be annoyed. If anything, you’re surprised he’s been able to hold this attitude up for so long just because of a simple tease.
“Hey darling?” You call out to him. He halts in his movement before he can lay a hand on the door, and tilts his head slightly so his ears directed to you to let you know he’s listening. “When you get up, strip and lay on the bed nice and pretty for me ok?” It’s barely noticeable, but Aegon grins slightly and speeds up his movements to head into the apartment.
You decide to take a little longer to head up, purely to antagonise him and make him sweat a little.
When you do eventually head into the apartment, you follow what looks to be a near frantic pile of clothes that lead into your shared bedroom, and when you enter it you’re very glad to find Aegons listened to instructions perfectly. “Good boy Aegon…” you praise with a smile while Aegon reciprocates it shyly with a light blush on his face.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs nice and wide for me please darling.”
He follows your instructions quickly, and you cannot help but admire him while he does. “Good boy…” you smile.
His cocks already fully hard, with the tip flushing to a shade of pink, and it takes you great pleasure in watching Aegon flush while you undress in front of him. When you’re fully naked, you crawl onto the bed and waste no time in sitting on Aegons soft thighs and using your hand to drag his cock to your dripping cunt.
The whine Aegon lets out is downright sinful, and the way his hands go to grip at you hips as you slowly rock on him.
“Please… don’t tease…” he whines. You reluctantly listen. Though not because he asked as pretty as he did, but because your own arousal had been practically pooling in your underwear the moment Aegon sent the video.
While you bounced, Aegon eyes kept being drawn to your breasts. Practically hypnotised by them to your amusements. “Go on stupid baby… suck on them like a good boy…” He launches himself forward desperately and uses a mixture of both teeth and tongue, as well as sucking little hickeys on your skin.
Your not surprised that after being wet for so long you last so little. As the coil in your stomach already feels like it’s tightening so much it may burst. Aegons grip also seems to be getting tighter, while his eyes are scrunched up and his mouth seems to be permanently latched on your nipple with his pathetic moans and whimpers vibrating through your skin. If you knew Aegon, then this was a clear indicator that he was close too.
A small pop brings your attention to Aegon, who’d now let go of your nipple and instead now had his mouth in a perfect o while he moaned like crazy with his eyes scrunched closed. It only got worse when one of your hands crept to his hair and clenched a fist in it.
The coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter, and with a series of clenches on Aegons dick and a harsh tug of his hair you come undone, bringing Aegon with you with a loud whine as you feel the sudden warmth of his cum flood you. When you release yourself from his grip and go to lay down beside him, you can even feel the remnants of some of it sliding out of you.
Aegons head immediately goes to the comfort of your tits and mumbles something you can’t hear. “What is it baby?” You ask while you fiddle with his sweat drenched hair.
“I’m sorry for being a brat…” it’s not any better in regards to volume since his head is quite literally smushed in the valley of your tits, but as least this time you heard it.
“That’s okay baby…” You say with a smile. “I know you don’t really mean it you drama prince…”
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maislovebot · 6 months
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I love everything you do
Bram Stoker x reader
Title is from training wheels by melanie martinez
Hello! I finally finished the Bram thing!! I actually finished it two days ago but I’ve been so busy with work and school I haven’t found time to proofread it till now:’)
Containing: S5 SPOILERS!!, afab reader, no pronouns, oral sex (afab receiving), riding, domestic fluff & smut, porn with plot, aftercare, premature ejaculation, bath sex, hand jobs, cum eating, clit stimulation, Bram wants to bite reader but can’t for obvious reasons, very brief groping, human/vamp relationship, post-vampirism arc
Bram officially had a body now. Everything with Dostoevsky and Ouchi had been solved, and there were many changes that Bram had to figure out how to deal with.
To start, Dostoevsky is now dead, and Gogol seems to be grieving with this fact. Ouchi is also dead, and now the nation is in a panic knowing that the war hero everyone looked up to was some sort of terrorist, even if all the people personally involved knew he meant well.
Including Bram Stoker.
Bram wasn’t entirely sure how to live now that Ouchi was dead, and he especially didn’t know how to live now that he had a full body again.
But this was certainly a good way to start.
“Alright, Bram. I know things are difficult, but do you really need me to explain this again? You don’t need that much shampoo.” You sighed, seeing Bram with at least seven pumps of shampoo in his hands.
“But if it keeps my hair clean, the more I use the longer it’ll be clean, no?” Bram deadpanned.
“That’s not how it works!” You ran your hands through Bram’s hair. You weren’t really annoyed with him, but you’d be lying if you said Bram’s lack of understanding wasn’t comedic.
“The one pump I told you to use works just fine.” You laughed at him lightheartedly.
Bram looked at your naked form up and down in confusion, your body slightly altered by the swishing of the water in the bath.
“But you used a different amount than I did.” Bram looked so genuinely confused, and it was honestly very cute.
“Yes, because our hair is different. Your hair is much more sensitive than mine because of how long it’s been without being washed properly. You need a different amount than I do.” You spoke to him gently, running your hands through his hair, much more successfully this time. When you met Bram for the first time, his hair was so matted it took hours to brush through. He was lucky he met you a few months ago. If he hadn’t, he’d probably still be living life without even washing his face.
“Once your hair is healthier I bet we can start using more shampoo, but for now this is all your hair can handle.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him. Your naked form pressed up against his chest, and he let out a small whine, so you pulled away.
“Is everything alright?”
Bram nodded.
“Yes, it’s just..” Bram trailed off, and you soon realized what he meant once you looked down into the water at his crotch.
“Bram!” You jokingly flicked his arm. “You dog!”
Bram raised an eyebrow and looked away from you.
“It’s not like I can help it.. I haven’t had a body in so long it’s overly sensitive. My body isn’t used to it, I think.”
You smiled and looked at him right in the eyes.
“We’re gonna have to fix that soon. Not yet though. We still have to wash your hair.”
“Really? Why can’t you make an exception?”
You shook your head, and kissed Bram on the neck.
“You’re gonna love it once I clean you off. Trust me, it’ll make it more enjoyable.”
Bram sighed and nodded his head.
“Alright.”
You grabbed some of the shampoo left from his hands and let the rest trickle into the water, rubbing the shampoo into his hair, gently scratching his scalp. The shampoo that fell from his hands caused the bathwater to have small white bubbles scattered everywhere. Bram rested his head in the crook of your neck, getting your chin bubbly and wet. You slowly trailed it down to the tips of his hair that were recently trimmed, courtesy of you taking him to a hair stylist for the first time in who knows how long. His hair was still long, reaching far beyond his back, but the dead ends were gone. You took the shower head and turned the notch to make it spray a gentle stream of water and aimed it towards his head.
“Turn around and close your eyes,” you warned, “it stings your eyes.”
Bram nodded and turned, his back facing you. He tilted his head up to the ceiling and shut his eyes, the warm water running through his hair and down his back. His new skin was very soft, you couldn’t stop touching it. It felt brand new (although it technically was). The water ran down the front of his face, getting his eyelashes droopy with water droplets. He really looked ethereal. The shampoo was all washed out of his hair, so he turned around to face you and rested his face in the crook of your neck again.
“I’m gonna wash your body now. It’s unscented soap because I’m willing to bet your new skin is sensitive,” you kissed his shoulder, “ just letting you know.” You smiled into his newly washed hair.
“Are you going to use hair conditioner?” He asked.
“Not yet. I don’t think your hair can handle it yet.” You chuckled, grabbing a pastel loofah. You put the unscented soap on it, and ran it under water for a short amount of time, getting it all sudsy.
“Lift your arms!” You said, and he complied. He brought his arms up and washed along the undersides of them, trailing the loofah up and down, until both of his arms were covered with the soap. You slowly moved over to his chest and you began to rub it into his chest, covering his nipples and lower stomach, at least what wasn’t covered in bathwater. He whined a little at your touch and you chuckled.
“You’re awfully sensitive.”
“I haven’t been touched at all in hundreds of years,” Bram deadpanned, “I physically couldn’t have been touched.”
You gripped his chin with your sudsy hand and brought it to level with yourself.
“I love you, Bram.”
Bram let a small smile escape his lips, and he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, pleading, and generous. He closed his eyes once his lips made contact with yours, as did you. You two stayed like that for a while until Bram moved his hand to rest on your hip, and you began to gently play with his hair. You pulled away to breathe, and Bram gripped your shoulders and pulled you back into the kiss.
You could hear Bram mumble a “no..” under his breath, seemingly saying no to you pulling away from him. You stuck it out for as long as you could before you laid your hands on his chest and pushed him away gently, the soap covering it now running down and collecting at the rim of the water.
“Sorry, Bram. I don’t have the literally inhuman stamina you do.”
“Ah,” Bram responded, recognizing your reasoning. “I forget that I can hold my breath longer than the average human.”
You caught your breath, and Bram grabbed the loofah that was floating in the water to bring it to your naked body, rubbing it along your shoulders, collarbones and your chest. You appreciated the intimacy. He cupped water in his hands and dropped it along your shoulders, watching the soap drip down your body and land in the water, almost sizzling away once it made contact. You began to reciprocate, washing off what hadn’t fallen down his body already.
Eventually, you had both washed each other's hair and bodies completely, although it took longer than normal as you both took breaks in between many of your actions to kiss and caress each other. There was only one thing left, and Bram knew exactly what it was.
“Ah— dear, it’s sensitive..”
Bram whined, your movements causing a pleasurable buzz to be sent to his brain. You were currently jerking Bram off, bringing water up every now and then to wash it off.
“Now, you see, Bram, you aren’t supposed to use soap down there. It could irritate it.
“Alright, understood.” Bram barely got out. You liked this side of him. He was strangely submissive. Obedient, if you will.
Bram was so sensitive, it didn’t take very long for him to come all over your hand with a loud moan and shaking thighs.
“Now, look at the mess you made..” you trailed off, bringing your hand to Bram’s lips.
“Clean it up, Bram.” You demanded.
His movements stuttered, but he reluctantly opened his mouth and grabbed your wrist. He licked your hands clean, tasting himself on his tongue, and you kissed him to taste him too.
“You taste sweet.”
Bram looked away from you, so you grabbed his wrist, and he turned to see what you were doing. You brought his hand down into the water.
“Why don’t you help me out, too?” You questioned.
Bram smirked, then moved his hand away.
“I think I have a better way of going about that.” Bram said as he dove his head down, his head now underwater. You knew he had more stamina than you, but you were still worrisome, so you lifted his head up by his chin.
“I love the idea of that, but shouldn’t we do that outside of the bath? You might drown.”
“I can hold my breath for up to eleven minutes. I learned when some village folk attempted to drown me in 1897.”
You bursted out laughing.
“What’s funny?” Bram questioned, looking up at you from his position of resting on his elbows below you.
“Nothing, it’s just—you went from being a menacing vampire who overruled society to..this.”
Bram smiled up at you, then moved his hand to play with your clit, and you whined, gripping the railing of the tub.
“Are you convinced?”
“Well..” You trailed off.
Bram looked at you, awaiting an answer. Not moving an inch lower.
“Fine, but you better do a good job if you wanna be done before you run out of air.”
Bram nodded, and dove his head back down, his hair floating to the top of the bath. If there was one thing Bram was good with, it’s his tongue. After all, it was about all he could use for a very, very long time. He knew just how to touch you, and you tried to ignore how much practice he must’ve had to have gotten this good.
Your sounds were muffled from his point of view, but he could faintly see your mouth open from where he was, the glare of the bathroom lights reflecting against the water making it difficult to see. He moved his tongue to lap up the precum gripping onto your heat despite the water washing most of it off. It appears your slick is more dense than water, as small amounts of it was staying in place. He teased along your outer lips, then your inner lips, before finally moving along your hole, feeling it clench around nothing. He moved his tongue up to give small kitten licks to your clit, relishing in the way your thighs tensed around his head. The touch he was giving you was gentle, but Bram was going feral from the way your thighs quickly clenched around his head, making him move his mouth around your clit to vigorously suck on it, and you bucked your hips into his mouth, gripping him to pull him closer to your heat, and he could faintly hear you moaning from above the water. He moved his hands up to circle your inner thighs, and moved his tongue down to your hole, tongue fucking you. The movements of his tongue were slow and calculated, as they always were. He gradually switched between sucking your clit and fucking you on his tongue, and whenever he switched he would move his hands to either finger you or rub circles on your thighs, depending on what he was doing.
The way you clenched your thighs around his head and pulled his hair made him bring a hand down to jerk himself off, desperate from the way your body language spoke to him. You finally came, and it only took him about four minutes.
He could faintly see your cum taint the water, so he moved his head up, breathing heavily as he rested his head on your shoulder.
“Hey, I thought you said you could hold your breath long enough..”
“I said I can, not that I should.” Bram kept breathing heavily.
“Bram..” you gently scratched his scalp to calm him down, and once he caught his breath again, he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbones and shoulders, refraining from biting you.
Oh, the things he would do if he was able to bite you without turning you into some mindless, bloodthirsty animal. He instead settled for grazing his teeth over your shoulders, but light enough for it to tickle more than anything, and definitely not drawing any blood. You whined at his movements, wrapping your legs around his hips, and he sat up, grabbing your hips so you’d go up with him, making you hover over him. He laid his back against the side of the tub, and you got the signal, so you jerked him off a few times before dipping yourself down slowly. This is the first time you two were doing anything past him giving you head, as at the time, that’s all he really could do.. and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. He’d had hundreds of years of experience, and you wondered how you could compare. But if anything, Bram was twice as nervous. He hadn’t had sex in so long he could guarantee he was extremely rusty, and sensitive. He knew he wouldn’t last long.
Regardless, you continued lowering yourself down until you were linked by the hilt, and you felt full. But you also felt so happy to be linked with him. You let out small whines, his size getting to you. Once you two get more practice with one another, you could figure out how much foreplay you’d need to not be in pain, but for now, the sting is tolerable.
“It’s shockingly clean.” you remarked, laughing.
“Well, it is brand new..” he replied, and you bursted out laughing, and Bram looked at you funny before chuckling along with you.
“I swear, you say the funniest things sometimes. But I am curious,” you looked down at where you two were linked, “does it look the same as it did before? Or is it like a new and improved situation?”
“I believe it looks the same, but I don’t remember exactly what it looked like.”
“Damn, I guess you were just born lucky.”
Bram lifted an eyebrow,
“What do you mean?”
You leaned down to kiss him, before lifting your hips up slowly.
“It’s very pretty. Just like you.”
Bram always melted at your praise, and you knew this. His grip on you tightened, before he pushed you down onto his length all the way again, and you let out a loud moan.
“O-oh, God, Bram—”
He kept his grip on your hips, pulling you up and down, before thrusting his hips to meet you halfway.
You slowly gained more control over your actions again, he was still pulling you up and down, but you wrapped your thighs around him tighter, going along with the actions, moving yourself up and down with him. He moved his face forward to kiss and lick your nipples, and you cried out. He used his dominant hand to help you keep your balance, and used his other hand to toy with your clit, and the overstimulation really got to you, making you almost cry a few times. Bram on the other hand, was actually crying. He was so overwhelmed, in the best way possible. He hadn’t felt this sort of touch in so long, and here you are, being his saving grace. It also simply felt very, very good. He could feel that he was close, and he sped up his actions inside of you, before cumming inside of you. His hips slowed, and he felt overstimulated, but he simply couldn’t leave you unsatisfied, so he took a deep breath and kept going at it. The overstimulating feeling made him cry out, his mouth no longer connected to your chest.
In total, he had managed to come two more times before you finally did. As he predicted, he wouldn’t last long. His cock had turned an angry shade of red of the overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He simply needed you to come. And once he finally did, he moved his hands away to grip the sides of the tub, breathing heavily. You two sat there for a short amount of time, before you lifted yourself off, mostly his, and a little of your cum dripped out of you and into the water and onto his stomach.
Your thighs gently shook, and before you could move any further, he gripped your shoulders and pulled you down to kiss him, and he moved his hand down to toy with your clit.
“I need.. I need you to come at least one more time.”
You wordlessly connected your lips to his, diving your tongue inside of his mouth, licking along his bottom lip every now and then. You gripped his arm tightly whenever he rubbed your clit in a particular way that made you go crazy, before he moved his fingers to tease your entrance, kissing you desperately. He placed two fingers inside of you, curling them and dragging along your walls, still playing with your clit with his thumb. You had come twice only a few minutes earlier, so it didn’t take you long to come with a silent scream. You grabbed his wrist, pulling it up so he couldn’t touch you anymore, the overstimulation getting to you. You wordlessly licked his fingers clean, and he watched you, the sight making him hard yet again. Once his fingers were clean, you intertwined your fingers with his, licking along his neck desperately, then kissing him again.
Needless to say, you two went at it even longer, and once you two were done you were both shaking and trembling in each other's hold, your breathing heavy.
“I love you, B-Bram—” you slurred your words, but Bram got the idea. You loved the way he tightly gripped your arms. By this point, his cock was a bright shade of red, desperate for him to give it a break, his body relieved to get what it needed. Your bodies were sweaty, in need of being washed all over again, so you simply turned around and dove under the water, letting the soapy water coat your entire body, washing off your sweat. You turned back around to kiss Bram, but he held you in place with your back facing him, and he kissed your shoulders, resisting the urge to nibble on your skin. You leaned back, allowing yourself to rest on Bram’s chest. His heart wasn’t beating. As it never was, but yours was, and rapidly at that.
Bram always found comfort in your heartbeat. Something about feeling or hearing it calmed him down, it’s similar to the way that ever since he’s gotten his body, he’s been resting his finger under your nose so he could see if you were still breathing. He did this any time you slept. His hands often gently touched your upper lips, waking you up, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you found it cute.
Bram rested his hand on your chest, partially just to grope you but also so he could feel your heartbeat against his hand.
You two simply sat there like that for some time, relishing in each other's presence. You had washed Bram off again, and he was petting your washed hair. Over time, you two began to talk to each other again, and the conversation managed to get to Bram talking about his past stories from his prime when he was a vampire who overpowered everyone, even royalty.
“I’ve met many people in the history books, and in my personal opinion, not many of them have as remarkable of a personality as the books make them out to be.” Bram commented, and you smirked, turning towards him.
“Do you know how long you’ll be alive for?”
Bram went silent. He tried to forget it, but he was commonly reminded of how in a short amount of time, he’d be gone again. You’d be long gone by the time Bram finally met his end.
“Bram?” You waved in front of his face.
“Apologies. Because my ability is genetic, I noticed that most of my family lives for about 300 years. I’ve been alive for 190 of it.”
“Really?” You looked bittersweet, but you quickly pushed the sad feelings back.
“Our relationship is anything but conventional, but I think we can make it work.”
Bram raised an eyebrow at you, tightening his grip around your waist.
“Well, we won’t have much time together, but we can enjoy what we will have.”
Bram sat silently, taking in your words.
“That’s a nice sentiment, but I doubt I could bring myself to live without you for that long. I’d go mental.”
You began to toy with Bram’s hair, before you turned around and kissed him deeply, the kiss was meaningful and loving, and Bram shamelessly gripped the back of your hair to keep you in place, before you pulled away.
You two were silent for some time again, but then Bram had an idea.
“Wait..wasn’t that Dostoevsky man after the page of that book?”
You nodded.
“Now the Armed Detective Agency has it. If they have any space left on that page, perhaps we could negotiate for them to write down that I’ll become human.”
You jolted up, and looked at Bram.
“Would that really work?”
“Most likely.”
You hugged Bram tightly, resting your face on his chest.
“If we did that..” Bram trailed off. He was embarrassed to say it, but he simply had to tell you his plans for if this worked out.
“If we did that, me, you, and Aya could all be like a family. A normal family.”
Your heart melted at his words. Despite everything, all he really wants is to be like a father to Aya, and a husband to you. You kissed his chest, before pulling away and wordlessly draining the bath, Bram looking at you confused.
“We might as well try to convince them now! No point in waiting.”
You stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around your body, Bram soon following and doing the same.
“You’re rather motivated.” Bram remarked.
You smiled and looked at Bram, his new body completely devoid of the many scars you were sure he had before his body was detached, because he had completely regenerated.
You sat down in your kitchen and wrote down your plans on how to convince the Armed Detective Agency, and Bram nodded and made remarks or criticisms every now and then, brainstorming your plan to perfection. Bram was so in love with you, even the way your hand drifted across the paper with the pencil so effortlessly. Even your handwriting was captivating.
He wasn’t sure if these plans were going to work out, but he was determined to figure something out.
He would figure something out.
He simply had to.
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lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.
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— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.
it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.
but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)
so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.
“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.
the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.
“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”
(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)
you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.
– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.
finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.
isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.
“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”
the pause in the car is deafening.
you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.
“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”
his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”
(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)
isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.
“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”
you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.
he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.
“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.
as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.
(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).
the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.
once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.
"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"
(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.
you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)
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It’s You
So I've had this beautiful thought by @steddierthings sitting in my likes just waiting for the right inspiration to hit and it finally did. Just did a quick edit on it so I apologize if there’s some funky spelling or grammar, needed to get it out before the motivation abandoned me.
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C/W: Use of F*g once because the 80′s were rough. 
There are few things in the world that properly throw Eddie for a loop, he can make a song out of any discordant beat Gareth throws at him, he can judge in an instant whether or not a jock at a party has had enough liquor to turn him from a threat to a happy customer and he knows how to spin a good plot twist that leaves even the most seasoned of his nerdy sheep shrieking in shock and betrayal. What he just can’t wrap his head around at this moment is the curled up figure of one Steve Harrington in HIS bed at 8:30 on a Friday night, his face pressed deep into his pillow, sweat soaked and pale. The sound of the familiar bathroom door creaking open behind him nearly spooks him out of his skin, expecting yet another unexpected guest in his home but only greeted by the soft smile of his uncle as he glances past his sputtering nephew. 
“Harrington’s boy, you know him?” 
Know him?? Of course he knows him, or at least knows OF him with his title of fallen king and the nearly never ending praises his newest Hellfire additions can’t seem to stop spewing. Even Mike, ever snarky and awkward, can’t help the smallest smile while Dustin rambles about some “adventure” the older boy had been part of much to Eddie’s hidden irritation. Not that Eddie believes them for a second, it’s one thing for the ex-jock to give the kids rides to and from the club occasionally, probably as a begrudging favor to try win Wheeler’s older sister back or something but he’d sooner assume the earth had turned inside out than believe Hawkins graduate would willingly waste his precious lady-killing time hanging out with a bunch of literal children.
“Yes Wayne, I know the guy, why the hell is he here? In my bed?!” His quickly raising voice earns a stern look and a hush as Wayne directs him back down the narrow hall, shoving him a little harder than intended into the dimly lit living room as he leans back against the counter, clearly not about to give him the short version of events as Eddie flops down onto the couch with a huff. 
“The kid got a temp spot after the mall burned down a while back. Not sure how a Harrington ended up working the night shift at a factory but he works hard and keeps his head down-” 
“Ok cool, again, why is he in my freaking bed?” 
“Relax boy, I was gettin to that. I noticed he’d been getting those headaches, the real bad ones like your mama used to get. Last night was a bad one, kid started squinting and flinching anytime one of those pipes I told you about would start whistling, managed to make it to the end of shift but by the time we clocked out he was a mess, didn’t feel right letting him drive off like that, much less to an empty house so I took him here. Still haven’t gotten the curtains replaced in here and he needed somewhere dark to sleep it off so yes I put him in your bed, not that he didn’t fight me on it, damn kid’s so polite he tried to sleep on that war zone you call a floor.” 
Huffing a disbelieving laugh Eddie shakes his head, avoiding the look Wayne threw him as he shrugged into his coveralls. 
“Probably just didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the Freak’s bed.” That stops Wayne in his tracks, a look of heartbreak and anger flashing for just an instant before he throws an old sandal at Eddie who yelps in surprise. 
“What did I say about that word in this house?” 
“Come on Wayne, the guy was top of the pile all throughout high school, him and his cronies shoved kids like me into lockers, a couple days hard work ain’t gonna turn him into Mother Teresa”
“He ever toss you in a locker?” The look in Wayne's eyes tells him he already knows the answer so he just crosses his arms tighter over his chest, his eyes dark under a scowl as he stares daggers down the hall. He doesn’t look up when he feels Wayne’s hand drop onto his shoulder, a gentle squeeze holding the same weight as a whole hug. “Give him a chance Eddie, his life may look perfect but I get the feeling it’s not, he’s got the look of someone who’s been through it and if I’ve taught you one thing in life it’s to not judge someone on appearances.” 
Begrudgingly Eddie nods, patting Wayne's' hand with a final huff before the older man heads out the door, closing the door with an extra second of care to avoid it slamming. 
Silence takes over the small trailer and Eddie is left sitting on the couch staring down the hall, fiddling with his rings nervously. He’s not used to strangers in his house much much less Steve Harrington of all people, the thought sounding almost surreal in his head as it continues to loop, Steve Harrington is in my house, Steve Harrington is in my house… holy shit Steve fucking Harrington is in my damn bed. He scrubs his hands across his face aggressively, not sure what to make of the bubbling feeling in his chest as he leans back with a groan. It’s not that he exactly hates Steve, quite the unfortunate opposite actually, he had been Eddie’s first crush all the way back in middle school, his heart; cynical and cold even at a young age had been no match for the bright hazel eyes and even brighter smile a young Steve had turned his way the night after the talent show, telling him that it was the coolest performance he’d ever seen and that they definitely should have won before being dragged off by a stern woman. He hadn’t really talked to him much after that, just watching from afar and trying to work up the courage to talk to him, that was until Tommy had noticed Eddie looking one day and corned him in the bathroom, telling him how creepy he was and that he was freaking Steve out with that “faggy shit”. Well, that put an hasty end to that, even after coming to terms with his own sexuality he’d kept “King Steve” far off the table, tales of his exploits with every lady he could get his hands on stamping out any remnants of a flame that had stuck around. At least that’s what he tells himself, in the quiet warmth of the trailer he can’t deny the way his heart jumps at the thought of the boy sleeping in his bed, the glimpse of his tossed hair and closed eyes seared into his memory. Scowling he heaves himself to his feet, it’s still early but something about the sudden upheaval of his normally predictable evening has set an exhaustion heavily on his shoulders. With a final glare at the bedroom door he disappears into the bathroom, planning to simply shower and doze on the couch watching whatever terrible late night television until Steve eventually woke up to drive him home. It’s not until he’s done and toweling off that he realizes a flaw in his planning, the jeans and hellfire shirt he’d worked up a sweat in over the course of the night's game looking anything but comfortable from their haphazard pile in the corner. Chewing his lips nervously he clutches the towel tightly around his waist, staring at the thin bedroom door long enough for the warmth of the bathroom to go cold and send a shiver up his spine. Throwing an extra towel over his head for good measure he creaks the door open as quietly as he can manage, he doesn’t want to risk turning on the light, not in any way ready to confront the other boy in his room in nothing but a towel. He knows his room well but having to pick his way through piles of clothes, cans and the ever present threat of hidden dice has him leaving the door open just a crack, the light streaming in just enough to illuminate a path to his dresser. Quick as he can he snatches a pair of sweatpants from the top of the cabinet, not even risking the extra seconds and endless possible slapstick outcomes of trying to run back out of the room and simply yanking them up under the towel, only letting his held breath release when he feels safely covered, dropping the towel onto a pile. He’s debating on whether to throw a shirt on or not, the Indiana heat of summer just beginning to crest and the night no longer holding the biting chill it had when a noise from the gloom startles him, something between a groan and a whimper has him spinning quickly, the pair of shirts he’d been inspecting clutched to his chest and ready to start rambling apologies. He’d expected Steve to be sitting up, probably horrified and scrambling to leave but when Eddie’s gaze falls on him he’s still curled up under the ratty quilt, face half tucked behind his hands with his eyes shut tight, his normally broad shoulders hunched and making him look impossibly small. Several long moments of silence stretch as Eddie stays frozen against the dresser, eyes locked on Steve for any hint of him waking up, there are several twitches and noises that nearly send him bolting but after a few moments he realizes the boy is still deep asleep, asleep and dreaming. The dim light from the hallway is just enough that Eddie can barely make out the deep creases in his forehead, a sheen of sweat covering his otherwise soft looking skin, another whimper and Eddie is dropping to his knees beside the bed, shirts forgotten on the floor. He reaches out a hand and pauses, not sure what to do, he knows he should probably shake him awake but is whatever nightmare he’s stuck in as bad as waking up face to face with the town's resident satanic drug dealer? His eyes flash to Steve’s face as he whimpers again, a sound he would almost think is a name he recognizes muffled into his hands as they twist the blanket. Instinctively Eddie finds his hand resting over Steve’s hand, curling around his tense knuckles, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the soft skin, he finds his thoughts drifting for a moment as the rough calluses drag gently, enjoying the sensation much more than he should be. His face suddenly grows hot and he nearly pulls back in embarrassment until he feels the fist relax under his palm, a soft sigh replacing the panicked whimpers. He watches with surprise as the tension in Steve’s face dissolves almost immediately, his jaw relaxing and letting his lips fall open slightly, the pinched skin around his eyes smoothing even as a couple tears slip from under his lashes. Frowning Eddie has to stop himself from brushing the tears away, watching them disappear into the soft hair framing his face, he’d never gotten this close of a look and finds himself unable to look away and for a moment he can’t blame a single one of the girls that had thrown themselves at him over the years, this boy is too damn pretty. His lashes are long and stuck together with remnant tears, his skin looks soft with small constellations of moles and for a moment Eddie wonders what kind of mythical creatures he could turn them into. But then he finds his eyes refocusing, his soft skin is littered with small scars, not the typical acne scars common in youth but longer, more chaotic, the words battle scars come to mind as his gaze follows the surprisingly thick scar disappearing into the boy's hairline with a frown. Something heavy settles in his chest as he remembers the rumors of his run-in with the Hargrove kid the previous year, the whispers he’d caught from his newly acquired freshman about the mall fire that didn’t sound quite right and the heavy bandages he’d glimpsed wrapped around his head the first time he’d picked up the kids from Hellfire. He remembered that night far clearer than he’d like to admit but even harder to admit was just how much he’d missed, he’d seen the way his shirt had stretched across his biceps but had missed nervous tension to his shoulders, he’d watched him grin at Dustin across car roof but had missed how he’d flinched when Lucas slammed the door, he’d caught the way the street lamp had caught the gold in his eyes but not the way they flicked past the kids and off into the darkness full of fear. Looking now Eddie can see the heavy bags under his eyes and wonders when the last time he got a good sleep was, how often is it plagued with nightmares of whatever the hell this kid has been through. 
His life may look perfect but I get the feeling it’s not. He’s got the look of someone who’s been through it.
His uncle's words echo in the dark room and Eddie’s heart aches, overwhelmed with the desire to throw his arms around him and absorb whatever was the cause of the tears still occasionally slipping down his cheeks but still in barely enough control to simply continue his gentle stroking of the boy's knuckles. He nearly jumps back when Steve begins shifting but suddenly finds his hand gripped tight in Steve’s, his long fingers curling around Eddies and tugging them to his cheek with a hum and a contented smile that sets his entire heart on fire. After a moment of letting his heart rate return to normal he leans against the bed, tucking his other arm into the space between him and Steve and letting his head fall comfortably, just far enough away to let him take in every detail of his pretty face, ignoring the nagging voice that tells him to enjoy it while it lasts. It’s not long before Eddie’s eyes drop shut, the warmth of Steve’s cheek and the boys now steady breaths fanning across their joined hands lulling him into a peaceful sleep, the tossed caramel hair and soft lips parted in a smile follow him into dreams he’ll never quite remember. 
In the darkness and safety of the Munson trailer Steve sleeps peacefully for the first time in weeks, nightmares of snarling demons and shouting men dissolving into soft images of curly brown hair, wide smiles and deep warm eyes. The next morning he doesn’t wake with gasping breaths in a pool of sweat like he has been but slowly, blinking in the gloom, surrounded by warm air that carries the scents of pine scented candles, leather and weed. Somehow even the sight of a figure curled up sleeping beside the bed doesn’t set off his fight or flight, this house feels safe, he feels safe. 
Wayne is awake when he finally gets up, sitting in the living room with a warm look, the kind of look he doesn’t recognize but if he had to guess he’d call fatherly, he gives him a lift back to the plant to get his car. It’s the weekend so Wayne tells him to do some job hunting, Plant’s no place for a kid. He drops him off and that’s exactly what Steve does, he grabs Robin and the two of them hit the pavement, finally landing the gig at Home Video. Steve calls Wayne that night just when he knows he’s getting ready to leave for his shift, the deep chuckle and congratulations warm him like no other achievement ever have and he promises free video rentals for the old man as soon as he’s off probation just to hear that laugh again, he likes that laugh, it’s familiar for some reason and makes his heart warm. He doesn’t think too hard about it, kind of forgets about Wayne for a little bit, forgets a lot of things if he’s being honest, falling into a new routine and trying to forget the dark brown eyes and the smell of leather and pine that he can barely remember on the mornings he wakes up peacefully. 
That is until his back hits the rotted walls of a dingy boathouse one awful spring morning, he should be terrified, he should be fearing for his life as the broken bottle presses into his neck but he’s not, there’s a comforting feeling that is so wildly out of place that Steve just stares in shock, the scent of leather and pine surrounding him as he looks into the wide brown eyes staring back. The sounds of shouting around him fade as his hand rests gently around the shaking hand holding the broken bottle, the trembling figure freezing at the touch with a choked sob. 
“It’s you…”
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Random update on the transcription of the Eternal Diva novel, aka probably the one that most people don't even care about that much to begin with
(though you should, I haven't translated it yet but I spotted a few words here and there that caught my attention such as Luke mentioning Misthallery multiple times. Also there is in the introduction a novel-exclusive scene with Janice in it, just fyi.)
To those who didn't know, most of my free time as of lately has been put into the transcription/translation website I have dedicated to the Japan-exclusive Layton content that we never got to see, and more specifically I have been transcribing the Eternal Diva novel. Because yes, now you know, Eternal Diva was adapted into a novel and none of us non-Japanese fans got to read it. And boy this novel is going to drive me insane because I have been working on it for literal weeks by now.
In terms of progress, I have reached the part of the story in which Puzzle 004 is about to start, aka right after the end of the "Layton McGuffinned a helicopter that thinks it's a grasshopper" part. I have transcribed up to page 119 (+ the ending is already transcribed and translated because past me felt like it), and there are now 74 blank pages left for me to fill. And then the translation will come, too. I am totally looking forward to it. Can you feel the enthusiasm in my exciting punctuation.
This is the shortest novel of the list (200 pages if I count the blank ones), and this is the only novel that has furigana everywhere (aka the only one of the four I can actually read somewhat properly). Yippeeeee
Anyway if you want to take a look even though only the beginning and the end are translated for the time being:
You can take a looksie right here!
The reason why I'm going through the entire transcription first and that the full translation will only come afterwards is because, at least in my opinion if I were to view this as a reader instead of as the person uploading the content, this means that you guys get to know the story faster than if I progressed through both the transcription and translation at the same time.
After all, let's see it like this: sure, you can't read Japanese, and for the most part, neither can I. But since it's been transcribed, it means that you can easily copy-paste the Japanese text into DeepL, or Google Translate, or any translator of your choice. Sure, it's more work for you and if you are of the lazy kind you will still have to wait the same amount of time regardless (not saying it in a derogatory way), but at least it gives the choice for the ones who want the whole story to get it somewhat faster.
I don't speak Japanese, and I am not translating things as I go, so I have only a vague understanding of what is going on in the novel (and obviously, the fact that I know the plot of the movie is a huge help). But I can already tell you this much:
We get the lyrics for the ending's song, obviously. This is part of what has been translated so far.
The whole novel is not divided into chapters, but rather into smaller scenes/sections (however you want to call it). Some are narrated by Luke, some others are narrated by Janice (and/or Melina, I guess it depends on the context). Just like the three main novels you may be slightly more familiar with, the narration is in first person.
Since the only narrators who showed up so far are Luke and Janice/Melina, I don't think the scenes from Emmy's POV will be included (aka the one in which she questions Nina's parents, the one in which she is with Schrader, and the one in which she finds and rescues Grosky in the middle of the ocean). Perhaps they are going to appear later in the novel, but I highly doubt it for a number of reasons (number of pages in each section, and titles of said sections).
The novel starts with an exclusive scene under the POV of Janice. It takes place three years after the case, and she is just finished singing for the last rehearsal before the opera she will play in the day after — it is The Eternal Kingdom, which she has not sung in three years, and the next day will be the second time ever this opera will be sung in a theatre with a public. Of course, no eternal life game planned this time. Janice also gets a letter of encouragement from Whistler, which is pretty sweet.
Unless I missed it and it somehow happens in the part I did not yet translate, the intro of the movie in which Luke and Layton solve the case where Don Paolo decided to mess with the bells of Big Ben is not at all mentioned in the novel. Luke in the novel doesn't give the introduction-narration speech that he does in the movie, we jump straight into the scene in which he is shown in Layton's office pretending to be pointing at culprits (and we get a fun little scene showing what led up to him doing it). Go read it, it is translated, and I do not want to spoil for you the opportunity to read Luke being a dork all over again.
We switch to the flashback telling the actual events, and this is the part that has no translation yet. I won't give many details as a result since I don't know the things for sure myself, but as I said earlier, I saw a few words that I recognised here and there: notably, Luke mentions Misthallery on at least two occasions. If memory serves, one of them is when Grosky shows up to "arrest" the puppet, and I think Luke went on a small tangent to give a small summary of the events of Last Specter (aka how he met Grosky), and also mentions Descole (though he does not give his name, since I'm pretty sure that he didn't hear the words "My name is Jean Descole" at the time, and only learned that precisely upon meeting him again in ED). On another time he mentions it, from what I vaguely understood he may be making a reference to Naiya, Janice/Melina's friend who can be found in Misthallery and who is also a singer (she's the NPC who is meant to represent the singer of Paxmaveiti, just like Yuming is meant to represent the singer of Mysterious Flower in Miracle Mask). Pretty inconsequential, but it's always fun to have continuity nods and references to the actual plot of other stories.
Finally, back to three years later, we get an epilogue narrated by Luke which is the exact same scene as the movie: Layton and Luke are listening to Janice's opera, and at some point Janice shows up to say hi. Luke also mentions what happened to the rest of the participants after the case throughout those three years; most are just what we see from the credits, but the novel still gives a few more details in some cases:
By the time of the original trilogy, Amelia is studying abroad at a foreign university, and she recently sent a letter to Layton and Luke, saying that she is grateful even after three years.
Luke is friends with Nina, who comes by at Gressenheller every now and then, and he even considers her a rival of sorts due to Nina having a good memory and studying well. (also what the heck Luke why are you talking about getting to college and how you're worried that she may be admitted to college before you do, you're THIRTEEN)
Celia Raidley and Pierre Starbuck got married "just the other day" (yes, the ship is now officially confirmed beyond just the one image from the movie credits) and the tabloids are going wild over it.
Luke is reading Annie Dretche's latest mystery novel, and he can't put it down. Annie apparently told him that she has been writing faster so that Bargland (the guy who said he did not have much time left due to an illness) can read them at the hospital. Seems like "six months" turned into three years after all, good for him!
Anyway, that's all I have to say for now, I hope you enjoyed the rambling. I hope this will reach some fans of the movie who would be excited to get a few more details!
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guys I’m rlly sorry I haven’t posted in a while other than reblog but I’m trying to put all my energy into that sonic prime au explanation so I can get it out by the end of next week (the end of my winter break) so here’s my in progress explanation on what the @&$!? is going on in the voices!au
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OK so originally I had this MONSTER essay in what this was about but im really really bad at explaining things and I don’t want to leave you hanging forever so instead I’ll just give you a basic rundown of the concept and all the plot points. Also, important thing to mention, I HAVEN’T FINISHED SEASON 2 YET. Y’know, where the majority of my AU takes place. Haven’t finished that. Haven’t even seen Chaos Metal Sonic. Sorry, sorry, I know, I’m a fake fan but in my defense every time I turn on the show I want to bang my head against a wall, tear all my skin of, and run in circles at the speed of light (in a good way) (but also in a bad way) (a good bad way). Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I need to quickly explain the concept behind this. In the first episode of Season 2, Avoid the Void, Sonic doesn’t realize that he can run out of the Ghost World. He’s stuck there. This also means that he can’t save shadow from falling into the void (this is why shadow doesn’t have an arm or a leg in my au illustrations, he wakes up before he can be fully disintegrated, but he did lose some limbs.) Back to Sonic, since he has nothing better to do, he tries to take a nap at the beach where his friends are at and starts “taking” to Tail’s projection. Then, the voice comes. I don’t really know how to describe this. There is a voice, like the name states, but it’s also a lot more complicated than that. When “it” comes, sonic can’t hear anything; or well actually he can hear things (sometimes the noise feels oppressively loud) but he doesn’t know what people are saying, so to him it just sounds like gibberish. Also, this isn’t always true, (it just depends) but his eyes won’t focus properly and they get really blurry, like can’t see what’s in-front of you blurry. Also, headaches! Because apparently we needed to make this even worse for him for some reason. It’s not at its worst here, but as you can expect he is pretty disoriented after it’s done. Shadow comes back to the ghost world, Sonic is understandably surprised by his lack of two limbs, he gets the tech and bounces, yadayadayada, all the stuff. More importantly, now we get Nine back! Chapter two; Sonic goes to Boscage Maze, they’re ripping the place up, Sonic goes to help Thorn, mini “voice” episode as an appetizer, he gets a tech upgrade from Nine, he goes to fight, gets the main course “voice” episode, Nine gets in trouble cause emo tween egg boy caught him talking to Sonic trying to figure out what’s wrong with him and why he’s talking to himself, Sonic gets the shard from Thorn, he runs of with it, emo eggboy sends a message that they’re gonna kill Nine unless Sonic gives them the shard, Nine tells him not to, he goes anyway and THROWS THE SHARD INTO THE OTHER SHARDS THE EGGMEN HAD COLLECTED SO HE CAN SAVE NINE, (he tries to get the shards back but they got swarmed by robots) and finally they get out and go to the ghost world. Shadow is really, REALLY mad at him for trading a SHARD just to save a little kit boy and ALSO mad because Sonic wants to keep Nine there, to keep him safe. Eventually, Shadow gives in after Nine mentions that he could build shadow a prosthetic, but he adds the clause that the moment nine finishes the prosthetic, he leaves. After that, Sonic goes to get the rest of the shards back while nine makes shadows prosthetic at tail’s workshop. For the next few chapters, we get into some sort of a routine; Try to get the shards, come back to the ghost world to rest, squabble with shadow, chat with nine for a little, and repeat. Some important things to mention from this period are: 
Nine is intentionally taking his time making Shadows prosthetic as well as making it break really easily & adding a secret “feature” that allows him to DUCKING electrocute him from afar using a remote implanted in his mechanical tails; 
Sonic doesn’t actually sleep during this time, he just takes 3 hour naps so he can get back home quicker, which only worsens the voice thing; 
Shadow, (who doesn’t understand what’s going on with sonic other than the vague sense that something’s wrong with him, unlike nine who got a basic lil explanation from sonic after asking wtf happened at boscage maze) is getting increasingly frustrated with Sonic because of how long it’s taking for him to get all the shards, as well as his continual trusting of nine.
This continues for a while, those “episodes” get worse and worse, Sonic grows closer to Nine and tension keeps building between sonic & shadow until……… THE EGG COUNCIL COMES!!!!! Again, since i still haven’t seen season two of Sonic prime, I don’t really know how this is gonna happen, but I do know it is gonna happen. (btw nine finishes shadow’s prosthetic & leaves like a day before the egg council comes) This is a massive battle and I have like a whole thing on how it’s gonna play out but the important things to not for the story are: Shadow finally sees Sonic’s “episodes” play out in front of him & he is understandably confused and concerned, but their in a battle right now so he can’t really do anything about it and …..
SONIC TRIES TO CHOP OFF HIS F$!)KING ARM! Ok, I definitely need to explain this a little more. During the first occurrence of the “voice,” it mentions something about them and sonic being the same person, & basically just says “I am a part of you, Sonic. The only way to get rid of me is to get rid of you.”  Edgy silly stuff like that, y’know? Well, during this one, it repeats that again and in Sonic’s panic, he decides to do something incredibly stupid and risky based on even dumber reasoning. You see, the voice said it was a part of him, not all of him. It also said that in order to get the voice out, he’d have to “get rid” of himself too. So, using this logic, if he only gets rid of a part of him, then he gets to keep living without the voice constantly haunting him. This is admittedly pretty silly logic, but he was in the middle of what is basically a panic attack, so cut him some slack. He tried to use a piece of scrap metal that fell off the robot to remove his arm, which unsurprisingly doesn’t work very well. It only cuts halfway, but sonic can’t really tell that it’s still attached since he’s unbelievably tired, & “it” did shut up after he stabbed his arm open soooooooo. He manages to drive the egg council off to their own dimension before passing out from blood loss, leaving shadow to rush him to tail’s workshop so he can get bandaged up, made harder with shadz new leg getting absolutely trashed.  ————————————————————————
that’s all I have done rn, and it’s still in rough draft form, sorry everyone about the delays!
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iamafanofcartoons · 11 months
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Rabbit Debunks Hbomberguy’s “RWBY is Disappointing Video” and explains why the Critics are wrong about RWBY.  Part 1 of 2
Making a thread reacting to the hbomberguy RWBY is Disappointing video.
Mostly as a refresher and also because there’s been a lot of dissension regarding it so why not.
Intro Calls it R (Rue) By lmaoo.
You’re not supposed to pronounce the W So the gist of it, is that he feels like it has great concept that could be interesting, but fails to execute it in any meaningful way???
Like overall it’s bad but there’s few good glimpses-
Of what could be a great show.
I guess for now I guess I can give it the benefit of the doubt and assume good intentions so far.
No words on the History of Monty Oum and RT history.
I mean it pretty much all checks out
Though immediately admitting your bias against the show takes the validity of some of your criticisms away ngl.
So he loves the Red Trailer but brings up the views it gained and then brings up the views of the episodes (Vol 1 ep 1 and 2) as a sort of gotcha like “oh see the trailer is more popular than the episode like look at the 15M to (episode 2) 6.8M ratio!!!”
Like those are two-  Wildly different things my guy
But what’s up with that “Red Like Roses Part 1 is the best composed music Jess has ever done” take?????
That’s wild asF fr.
Like no way you listened to the soundtracks of V1-3 and still have that opinion.
Like it’s amazing but????
“Does she get the scar from the fight or from something else, oooo mysterious”.
Is this a bit????
She so obviously gets the scar from the fight so I hope it’s just a bit lmao.
Also the complaint about Adam is so weird?
“He’s so obviously a bad guy that it doesn’t make sense”
“Since there’s already wolves set up as the baddies in the series”
Like, it’s not word for word what he said but that’s the gist of it?
It’s a bad and very nitpicky complaint since there are many series with more than 1 antagonist and antagonistic force.
I don’t know.
Saying “it’s coming from a well meaning place” but then saying it’s extremely bad, followed up by an intro song saying that RWBY is lame and it sucks all while dedicating it to Monty is…. So disgusting??? And very disingenuous???
Using the ending of Vol 2 as a point in your “they don’t know their story” when Ruby is laying down all the things that they have yet to solve (leading into the new volume and this laying down the groundwork for it)
It’s obviously in your face my dude.
Ah damn, a little out of order, but is there instances where Miles or Kerry  acknowledges good faith criticism? Panels? Deleted tweets? Anything?
Mainly just curious if it’s true that they haven’t and he just didn’t do the research by saying he “has a hard time finding any”
Another thing. Forgot to mention.
Really wish he prefaced his complaints about the voice acting and writing that he understood that the studio itself was amateurish and small with not a lot of budget to work with. (Unless that’s true) not that there isn’t criticism but that- There are TANGIBLE reasons why it’s the way that it is.
Where Do We Even Start?
Uhhh they never dropped the Dust Theft plot line????
Volume 2 was literally the culmination of the dust theft and the reason is because of Cinder’s plans.
Another thing that’s in your face but just, weirdly you gloss over???
“The intro doesn’t set up the story properly… leaves out the fragile peace between the nations…. Leaves out faunus… leaves out semblances…”
Quite literally, the intro talks about things that weren’t even revealed until Vol 4 to 9. The intro is good and sets up what it NEEDS-
Like sure you can say “oh but it’s only added till later when they got the story that they wanted to tell straight”
Mate, a pro tip for a lot of writers renowned/acclaimed have admitted that some of their works or some of their best writing decisions were made by the seat- Of their pants.
You think Naruto, one of the most iconic and popular anime of all time would have spun into how it is just off the intro of the first episode?
What about Bleach?
ATLA?
One Piece???
There are so many instances where the intro just isn’t all encompassing bc- That just isn’t how story writing goes.
You can have the best most rigid outline in the whole world, but at times you’re gonna go off script because there’s something you want to expand upon more or explore.
Ends off this segment by saying that RWBY’s story is interesting and it has neat ideas (backahandedly by adding “to write a wiki about”) but the storytelling only gets worse.
Which, I sort of disagree with???
It’s not stellar by any means, but I chalk that up with them- Not having the sort of resources available.
However from what they managed TO put together it was coherent enough to convey what they were meaning to portray.
Though I do have my gripes with certain aspects of the first two volumes.
But from V3 on? It’s only gotten- Stronger.
Yes I harp on V5 a LOT and it’s still one of the weaker volumes, but the conversations and character dynamics where stronger than they’ve been.
It was mainly the animation in the last few episodes of the giant fight that I just, wasn’t vibing with at all.
Worldbuilding and Conveyance
So next he talks about how aura was explained.
Bringing up both Harry Potter and ATLA and how they tell it as an example.
Following it up by making a rwby edit to make it seem as if it was mundane and boring.
Which isnt the case at all.
If you- Actually take the time to watch the scene.
It's about 1:20 long and while the explanation of what Aura does is being told to the viewer, it shows Ren taking down the King Taijitu with his aura.
It's another valid form of story telling because it's not just two characters talking on screen.
it's also giving us an insight of how it would be put into action.
"No one just happens to have full on speeches prepared in case anyone is to ask"
Uhhh, have you met Weiss?
Even the examples you gave literally is Hermione and Katara.
"Why does Jaune not know about this?
When he came from a long line of hero's and monster Hunters."
Idk, how does Naruto not know about Chakra despite 8 years as a academy student.
He probably just skipped out on it or didn't take it seriously enough.
He never went to- A prep school like Signal either.
His transcripts were faked, so you could easily say he went to Beacon with nothing more than a Dime, A old Rickety sword and a dream lol.
Also Pyrrha is super smart and also a really great battle tactician.
Of course she would be able to- recite what Aura does word for word.
It's not mischaracterization.
You just want to twist that narrative against her.
And not just that, I feel a strong mischaracterization of Jaune.
If Jaune is played off as an idiot for jokes, that's cool. But if he's shown to just not- Understand or doesn't know about the world at large, then that could hint at the fact that Jaune is more than just an idiot.
He's probably born in the sticks/boonies.
A country bumpkin if you will where Hunters aren't all that well known nor pop culture.
It doesn't dumb down the other characters.
Because Weiss is frustrated herself that someone so famous isn't recognizable by anyone and everyone in the world.
Same thing with her and the SDC
For Christ sakes, he only knew Pyrrha from a cereal box be fr
Well he brings up the Jaundice thing and yeah that's fair, a lot of people have gripes with that (i'm not one of them) and brings up how Pyrrha is only really a character for Jaune's development as a fighter and romance option but not much else on her own.
Which... Yeah I kinda- get that too.
Like, I liked Pyrrha too, but I do wish she had more to do in V1 and 2.
But in V3 is where she shines.
Hell there were so many people who did cry and got shocked by the end of Vol 3 even with the amount of screentime she gets.
"Praise RWBY for being feminist and progessive cause most of the mcs are women... But Jaune has 4 episodes dedicated to him, and has the coolest girl in school flirting and helping him become a stronger warrior."
Jaune isn't the main character.
How I've always viewed RWBY and JNPR has always been: RWBY as the protagonist and JNPR as the deuteragonist.
They hold about the same amount of importance because of how close their teams are.
So of course you're going to want to give the deuteragonist development and screentime to.
And yes Jaune had Jaundice.
RWBY still has an ABSURD amount of episodes dedicated to them as well so the balance/ration will always be in RWBY's favor regardless of how you feel about Jaune as a character and Jaune's importance to the story.
Same goes for the rest of NPR
"The writer's dont know what Yang's semblance is.
It goes from her being angry, to it being her taking hits and she transfers that energy back to them by hitting them again, and then temper tantrums, and then re-xeplain it as a redirection of energy stored from hits."-
Uhh, no.
Her semblance has always been about redirection of stored energy from attacks and aiming them back at the opponent.
Every single time we see her use it, it's always after she's taken several hits.
It's probably still possible to use it without taking hits, but its more than- likely less powerful.
He goes on to talk about how semblances are abstract and only gets mentioned 14 episodes later.
Which sure ok, but the gist of them and how they work are still easily within the story.
Could they have expanded upon it more earlier on? Yeah they could.
But to sit there and say, "When Pyrrha used her abilities and Ruby and Weiss look at her like she was weird and surprised and confused she has powers too"
no no no no no, that is grossly misreading the scene.
Pyrrha has kept her semblance a secret from anyone and everyone.
No one knows what it is or if she even had one.
They were just confused by what she did, why her hand glowed black, and why her hand was out.
It had nothing to do with them being confused about why someone else had a semblance, but more so they never knew what Pyrrha's was.
and also, the reading of Semblance = magic is both meh and eh.
Like if you looked at any and every single semblance that exists in RWBY, every single one of them have to do with concepts that has nothing to do with earth, wind, fire, and water.
Whereas Magic in the series- has Maidens throwing storms, lightning bolts, fire, ice, etc. at any enemy they choose.
That's the major difference between magic and semblance.
Magic is divine, naturalistic. Semblances are more man made if that makes sense.
Man he really does not like how semblances are portrayed/exposited.
Like it's been just as long as he harped on for Pyrrha expositing the aura scene.
like the exaggeration that he's going to, to explain this is kinda crazy
It's not a semi complicated concept at all, like he said it was.
It's very easy to follow and very easy to understand. he brings up Emerald and Cinder knowing about it, but doesn't bring up the fact that Pyrrha had to have put it in her application for Beacon or her personal- record that only Beacon has track of.
A record that they broke into with the helps of Watts, but not just that.
But Mercury also figured it out because he's an intelligent fighter just like Pyrrha is.
You can just say that Pyrrha's opponents were all just dumb for not figuring it out.
But no, it's just bad writing I guess.
Brings up WoR as an example of not being able to tell the story completely and labels it as homework.
It's not necessarily out of the norm though.
There are lots of character guides, extra material that expands on characters, worlds-
nd ideas that you can't really put the time in the show to do.
Like let's look at the first 3 volumes and how most episodes where 12-15 minutes long.
And even then they were still trying to get the hang of writing for something so massive as RWBY.
Having extra material so readers can get a better understanding of the world around them isn't bad. because even then, most everyone knows who Faunus are.
How Aura works, what a semblance is. all of these on a surface level.
If you want to dig deep, thats what WoR is for.
Unless you just wanna insult the show and embrace ignorance?
Some Positive Examples
Such a nothing complaint really. 
Just Miles and Kerry's writing vs Monty's character acting (in terms of how he conveys the four in a team fight (example being Team RWBY vs Mecha Roman)). 
I mean, I dont know what to really say here.
"The writers are so busy writing drama and wacky skits to explain why they're friends while Monty is putting in the REAL work with the fight scenes and showing how close they are and how far ruby has come at becoming a leader."  
Yeah... Cause that's what writers and animators do
Briefly touches on Ships and how Monty, Kerry, and Miles referenced them in the fight. (also decided to call it creepy since Ruby is 15 and the other girls are 17...
Which isn't that bad??
Like Sophomore and Senior in High School really).
Wasn't Ichigo Kurosaki 15 and Naruto not even 13?
Also says they didn't make a name- for Ruby and Yang because of the certain fans that ship those two together so they avoided that one altogether
.... Which yeah??? Did you want them too lol??
I can't seem to see his point of bringing this up because on one hand it feels like he's admonishing them for it, but  on the other hand he seems... like he's a little upset that they dont have a team attack name?
Maybe just at the inconsistency of it. Which i can understand.
I would have maybe came up with one that isn't fandom made so they can have a cool SISTERS team attack, like Rose Dragon!
Ends off this segment talking about more Miles and Kerry vs Monty (with Shawn being added in).
Another example of writing vs character expositing through animation by using the Pyrrha vs Mercury fight as well as the exposition between Emerald, Cinder, and Mercury.
Lots of talk about animation being weird and how he's seen worse animation but the stories were good enough to overlook it.
I'd be a broken record by stating this again and again.
But just look at what they had to work with. Look at how divided the writing and the animation- really were with Monty coming up with new characters that the team had to shove in last minute.
Look at Poser even and how the engine was something really only Monty and Shane (oops I made a mistake in that other post) could work to the level that they did.
Look at RT and even CRWBY at the time.
And now look where they are now.
You can't tell me that they've gone downhill when most of your gripes that you've complained about are/have been fixed in the later seasons.
Gonna end it here and make it a 2 parter. This thread is-
Long enough and I'm tired extremely lol.
I'll do a QRT tomorrow and start it back up. 
If anyone has more to add or correct me on, feel free to QRT anything you feel i didnt do a good job of explaining or just missed in general.
Any help is appreciated.
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You’re just mad that I’m built different!
Saiki x fem reader
Summary: Typical reality shifting into your favorite anime headcannons, nothing to see here!
Authors Note: I’ve always liked this trope ngl, not sure if I’ll make a full blown fic about it since figuring out an ending for something like that lowkey overwhelms me. It’s a nice thought tho. Also I just suck at writing stories lol.
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You were chilling in your room rewatching Saiki K— or at least that was your plan until you accidentally went to sleep while it played in the background. The next thing you know you wake up and everything looks all animated and 2D. Your room looks animated as well so you looked in your mirror and recognized the art style was from the Saiki K anime!
You originally thought you were having a very lucid dream until you knocked on your wall and felt that it was solid and very much real. You already looked in the mirror and recognized your face (fun fact: the brain can’t recognize or make faces properly while you’re dreaming) so convincing yourself that you were dreaming was completely out of the question. You went out to your room and see a man and a woman that you’ve never seen in your life and nearly freak out until the woman says that she was about to call you for dinner.
After the initial scare, common sense kinda kicked in a little and you immediately made the connection that if you somehow did shift from your reality then these must be your parents. So you ate with them and decided to worry about everything else later….so later rolled around and you were a step away from a full blown anxiety attack. Do you have documents in this reality? Is there any documentation of your existence before you accidentally shifted? How are you going to get back home? Can you go back home? The real kicker was the realization that you’re now separated from your family and friends with the potential of not being able to return to them, you’re now alone, everything you’re familiar with has been ripped away from you and that’s when the wall of suppressed stress and anxiety caved in on itself and you completely broke down. You spiraled into a never ending wave of pessimism, what if you don’t become friends with Saiki? What if he ends up not liking you? Can he even help you? Will he even believe you? You don’t know but you can’t worry about that yet since you haven’t even met the guy yet— personally that is. You managed to calm down a little and make a vague plan in your head on people you can get along with to slowly ease your way into Saiki’s circle if you somehow can’t talk to him directly and who to go to if he for some reason can’t help you get back home. Unfortunately, Saiki’s brother is the only person who’s smart and competent enough to help, so you really only have two options— he’s your last shot home if all goes to shit so you’re really hoping Saiki would be able to help you out.
After you managed to calm down and compose yourself you decided to check your room out a bit more to see if anything’s changed. You found the PK academy uniform in your closet, which was kinda cool since you’ll be able to hang around Saiki and his friends— at least you hoped so. Thankfully you still had your phone with almost everything still intact (yes your music and pictures are safe), except your contacts which was completely empty say for the numbers of your new mom and dad. Everything else in your room was relatively the same, if you had posters or anything from a brand like Apple or something then it was slightly altered because copyright. After looking around you decided to go to sleep and hope that tomorrow is a better day.
So now you’re being introduced as a new transfer student, you shoved your anxiety to the side, introduced yourself to your new classmates and took your seat. You didn’t miss the fact that saiki was practically staring you down while you were in front of the class. You were sat behind Saiki for the plot’s sake and everyone started to introduce themselves to you. You obviously knew who they were but it would be creepy to say that you know who they are, you know. Everything is going really well actually, you’re already friends with Saiki’s group and they all seemed to really like you. You were still a bit worried about befriending saiki himself but you’ll cross that bridge when you get there.
Saiki knew something was off about you the minute you set foot into the classroom, for starters being that he couldn’t read your mind. He assumed you were like Nendo but decided to watch you to make sure you’re not a threat to him. You seemed pretty normal and that’s unusual for the transfer students in this anime, so you’ve already caught his attention.
Your school day went pretty well,— ignoring the fact that a boy with bright pink hair was always nearby, just watching you from a distance. He’s not hard to miss since you’re not under his mind control— you’re literally not from this reality after all. But you still wanted to confirm that he was following you just in case (even though you already knew the answer to that) by being the last one out of the class, so you purposely packed your stuff up slowly or checked your phone until saiki actually left the room, you still decided to wait a little longer just to be sure as well. Saiki long left the classroom but the feeling of being watched told you that he’s still nearby, probably using his x-ray vision or clairvoyance somewhere. So you leave the classroom and start walking down the hallway and instantly hear faint footsteps behind you— you knew they belonged to Saiki, so you walked at a slow pace just to see if he was going to pass you but he never did. Anytime you sped up or slowed down he did the same while also keeping a good distance from you, which now confirmed to you that he’s actually following you and to be honest it’s getting a little creepy now.
It didn’t take long for you to become nervous and start to slowly pick up speed, a male following a girl while she’s alone is never a good sign after all. You saw a woman’s restroom and felt some relief because if you go in he can’t come in there, right? So you picked up the pace as you got closer to the restroom then booked it inside. You know that scene in Beastars where Juno chases Haru— that’s basically what happened between you and Kusuo. You walked at a slow pace, then a speed walk and then a full blown sprint with Saiki being right behind you.
You made it to the bathroom thinking you were safe, but what you didn’t expect is for saiki to come in after you, grab you by the throat and have your back pinned to the wall. He wasn’t choking you but the idea that he can easily crush your windpipe with his super strength just by gently pressing down on it isn’t exactly a comforting feeling and suffocating to death in a school bathroom isn’t exactly how you want to go out.
You started to freak out internally when he demanded to know who you are and who sent you. This isn’t how you wanted your first interaction with Saiki to be and you prayed that it wasn’t your last. So you nervously told him your name, saying that you’re just a student attending the school as your hands automatically found themselves grabbing his wrist and attempt to get him to let go of your throat but to no avail. Saiki gave you a blank stare and looked you dead in the eyes, you didn’t know what he was thinking and hoped he believed you since you were technically telling the truth. This is a comedy anime, they wouldn’t let you die like this would they? Do those rules even apply to you? Oh god oh fuck.
You had to explain to him that you’re just a student and nothing more to him twice— leaving out the whole “I’m from another dimension” part out because you’re not trying to die at the hands of a psychic right now. He finally lets go of your neck and tells you to follow him, he felt like you weren’t telling something and he suddenly became aware of his current situation. That being that he’s a guy in a girls restroom, and he has a girl pinned to the wall by as she begs him not to hurt her. It isn’t exactly a position he wants to be in if someone were to walk in— his telepathy obviously lets him know when someone’s near but he won’t have time to be able to leave if they were to walk in, at least not with you being with him. He needs to confirm you’re not a threat after all.
So now you’re following him to his house where you were greeted by his parents and for the plot you were made to stay over for dinner. After dinner you were dragged up to Saiki’s room for more questions. You figured you should tell him about your situation now since it’ll make things easier for both you and him. So you did just that and surprisingly he didn’t need too much convincing since his powers not working on you kinda proved your point and showing him your music, seeing as the artists don’t exist in this universe— or at least not in the way they do in your world because of copyright. His staring kinda made you nervous though but let’s not talk about that.
Like in every headcannon or fanfic you’ve read, saiki’s mom made him walk you home because of how dark it was. So he did and it was a pretty silent and uneventful walk home, though Saiki won’t lie that he was curious about how you ended up here in the first place. But he’ll keep those questions to himself and watched you walk inside your house, then teleported back home once he knew you were inside your house.
Next day rolls around and your mom is calling you down saying that a friend is at the door waiting to walk you to school. You were thinking it was going to be Nendo or one of the girls but to your surprise it was Saiki himself.
On the walk to school you guys are telepathically communicating to each other. Mainly consisting of how or why you got here and your plan on getting you back home— because as much as you like it here, you don’t belong here and you have people to get back to in your world as well.
So getting you back home is top priority and Kusuo will do anything in his power (literally) to get you home safe and sound.
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[ONE-SHOT SPECIAL] Mina x M & F Reader - “Out Of Goodbyes”
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A/N: This is just a short one-shot with 2k words. I made a bonus one-shot special ft. Mina for both my male and female readers to fill up the gap that Part 2 of CFM series left in Set 5. Like I said in my announcement, my phone got broken and currently I can't be able to send it to a repair shop yet due to financial issues. All of my plot outlines for CFM series, 1% Of Chances book and even my summary also for my upcoming and remaining entries for Set 5 are also in there so sad to say for my readers there, especially the male ones who are anticipating for the Part 2 of CFM series which is originally should be the next update of mine but due to unforeseen circumstances, I wasn't able to make one yet. Probably it might be moved instead to the Set 6 lineup rather. It still makes me disappointed and disheartened also at how sudden the bad luck just happened to me but I don't have any choice yet but to create a new revised plot for the CFM series and 1% of Chances as I apply still some parts of the original plot that I still remember in there. In addition, I'm going to focus more first on my unaffected books: The Tale Of The Bloodline and the TWICE Ships book. For now, please enjoy this very quick one-shot that I made although this one's an angst since I haven't made a full one since Doughnut series, I guess. Hope yall understand and my deepest apologies again. (This one-shot is inspired from the song "Out Of Goodbyes" by Maroon 5 and Lady Antebellum, very underrated song but for me it's a freaking masterpiece. Had me listening to it in repeat these days. Give it a listen if you want.)
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7AM in the morning and you just woke up in your bed from the alarm you set hours ago before sleeping. You slammed the clock shut, stopping it from continuing to rang annoyingly before you rubbed your eyes to clear his vision for him to properly see as another day comes for him to start. Flopped back into the soft mattress of your bed, you huffed in the air before facing aside to the blank space with you where once, a certain somebody that was very special to you occupies this. As if your reflexes are still used to it, your body can't help but to react strangely when your skin gets contact in the surface; shivers and heat cursing all over just like what you've always felt whenever she's embracing you at any activities you do with her in this particular bed of yours. You frowned, a sigh escaped in your mouth as you gave the vacant area a gentle caress before you slowly stood up from the bed. Bringing the phone with you onto the kitchen, you prepared the ingredients you need for a quick breakfast that you're about to make. Part of freshening yourself up, you brushed your teeth and washed your face first before returning back to the kitchen and start cooking. As you were about to began performing the first step, your phone beeped with a notification. Phone litted bright, you peeked at it and saw the time and the date itself displayed first along with your newly replaced wallpaper consisting of just your own picture. Out of these three, the date reminded you something that even made you sadder if you'll be looking forward for this whole day. March 24 It was her birthday... and your anniversary with her. With your ex-girlfriend. With Mina. What you did with the wallpaper won't fool you also, as the location and the person who took that for you was none other than her too.
She was the person you were with on that day, and always has been. She was even included on your previous one, but what happened between you and her just hurts so much you couldn't even stand seeing her very close to you unlike how you loved it when you and her were once together. And through that, the memory flashed within your mind which clenched your chest and breaths gone heavy. FLASHBACK Tell me actions Speak louder But there's something about her words, that hurts. In the middle of the night as you are currently driving on your way home with Mina, you decided to break the unsettling silence wrapping the two of you inside the car, especially that both of you are holding unpleasant mood towards each other that neither of you can't tell enough what's behind it. "What happened to you again this time?" You asked her, eyes fixated on the road illuminated from the headlights of your car as you kept on driving carefully. Mina remained unmoved in her seat, head still leaned at the window as she stared outside to watched the bypassed surroundings of the street you're crossing ahead. "None of your business. Just take me home, please." You weren't surprised with her attitude shift at you. Here she comes again with her words that speaks louder more than her actions can tell which only results for you to feel something about these words she says to you that ends up hurtful to you. "A-are you sure? You know what I mean, I j-" "What words can't you understand from what I said, YN? I don't have time for this, okay?"
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"Can you blame me for being like this to you?" You said to her, glancing at her. "I just wanted to know, Mina." "Does it even matter to you?" "Ofcourse it does!" You raised your voice higher, giving a hint at how your patience is being tested again by her unlikeable behavior. "What kind of a stupid question is that anyway? I'm your boyfriend/girlfriend, don't I have a right to take care of you?"
"Well, I kinda figured it out because I thought I'll just end up getting scolded again and you will be the one who's right here as usual." "Huh? W-what are you talking about? Is that what you really think of me treating you?" "Keep driving, YN. I just want to rest now." She ignored your plead of clarification. "F-fine. I won't force you if that's what you want." Closing up and it's too late and I'm the last one Still waiting for you to lock the door This gap of you finally giving up is inches wide remaining. You listened to her and returned your focus back on the road as you left her still silent, probably clouded with her own problems. It makes you worry, of course; but the walls she's building again is preventing you from coming closer and offer assistance to her and you just don't know why she's being like this to you. What's even worse is that, this ain't the first she's ever done this to you. This occurs every time that you and her are having problems in the midst of your third renewal of relationship with her after those previous breakups you had with her which was caused with different reasons. She was freely sharing it to you once until days come by when she turns out keeping it secret to you instead and now here she is again, deciding to cope it by herself while leaving you here still concerned about her and you are done with it. You can't allow this to continue... which is same as what you can say for your relationship with her. Your wondering and processing reached the breaking point where it now made you realize that this won't lead anywhere at all. This isn't worth it for another chances, opportunities or mercy. You are now done. You shut the door of each other's home and now you're the only one waiting for her to finally lock it and never be opened again.
Although to be honest, this is the hardest decision you've ever done in your life but there's no turning back now. You ended up here and it's no going back now, especially that you know to yourself that you can't do it anymore. On our way home I realize There's some kind of storm brewing in his /her eyes Only veiled by a thin disguise You finally reached your place with her. Parking the car slowly in front of the house, she exited quickly without even needing your help to open the door for her like you usually do and what you were about to do also. She was already in the front door as you followed her from behind. Mina turned her body to face you as she's about to lend you a way for you to insert the key to the doorknob.
There it is, Mina perceived it clearly indeed as she stared at your eyes as you turned at her with a small smile before you faced her with your side profile.
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Little did you know that while Mina chose to became quiet after your almost altercation with her, she saw something right through you that tugged her heart and fill guilt inside of her. She can't tell specifically, but she knows there's something beneath your eyes that informs her that something is wrong about you, only to be hidden barely behind your mask pretending that you are fine in front of her. But, there's this possibility that she's confident enough to be sure about her thoughts, and that is she knows that you are hurting because of her from the way she acts around you. She is conscious about it because after all, it was taken effect of her falling out of love from you. So yeah, both of you were just sharing the same desire to end this relationship once and for all bringing the same perspective. Lost, confused and unmotivated to proceed guiding yourselves at what future holds for both of you together when each of you knew can see that in the end; none of you both were destined to stay together. You and her entered your house that witnessed your rollercoaster ride of memories together, and for the last time on this very night, it'll all ends here for good. You changed your clothes to a sleeping garment, so as Mina.
And now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes Mina exits the bathroom, she saw you sitting alone in the bed while seeming as if you're spacing out. "YN?" She patted you on the shoulder as she stepped in front of you. Your frown and your droppy eyes made her gulp heavily. It startled you a bit as your eyes matched her beautiful face. The beauty that impressively couldn't have your heart to resist, except for this very moment where you have to let her go completely for the sake of each other. "Oh you're out now. Let's go to sleep, babe." You forcefully smiled at her. Lifting your lower body for you to lay down on the bed, you were shocked when Mina just gave you a backhug. "I-I'm sorry. I don't want to be angry and harsh at you. You just wanted to help." You felt her head shuddered before even hearing her soft whimpers of cries from the tears flowing in her face. Her affection didn't fail to brought you along with it as you also let out the emotions you're containing within you, cried as you grasped her big yet soft hands wrapped in your torso. "I know, Mina. I'm sorry too." "I'm trying, I really do YN but..." "... there's nothing in there anymore, doesn't it?", you finished her words on her behalf which surprised her. "H-how did you know?"
"I just don't feel the same too, I guess." You rubbed her hands with your fingers. "Not when I'm in love with the girl that was different from the one I used to know at all." Mina sobbed in your shoulders, her muffled sounds resonating in your ear as she buried her face to you. "I wanted to tell you already, I swear, but there's something that hold me back. I-I'm afraid to hurt you more once I tell you." You appreciated her consideration atleast, knowing that there's a glimpse of care stuck in her for you plus convinced that she did tried also to fight for each other's relationship. "I forgive you, Mina. It's not just your fault too please, we should've talked about this sooner but now that I've done my time for you... ... all I ever want now is to promise me that you'll try again as I move on, okay?
As this, yeah we can call it over now. No more other ways to say it. Not even goodbye once you and I became free tomorrow and head to our separate ways, because we both know that you and I are completely out of it."
You faced her again and cupped her cheeks as she raised her head to stare at you with her pitiful expression. You kissed her for one last time in the lips before separating yourselves. "But let this one for you to always remember before you go, Mina...
... I loved you with all my heart. Believe me, as much as I want you stay, I never asked you to change for you became like this. It pains me that you rather don't feel the same as me. That's why we have to do this. I want us to be happy again." Your bittersweet words made Mina form a smile along with another river of tears streaming down in her cheeks as she holds your warm hand and holds it tightly to her pounding chest. "I loved you too, YN. You are the best man I've ever known, it's such a shame that everything we had won't work for us at all no matter we try." You clutched the back of her head and pulled her closer to you, planting a kiss on her forehead as you caressed her hair while she submitted herself in your arms again, willingly wanting to enjoy this for the last time. "But you know what?"
She hummed in response. "In all honesty, despite you broke my heart, went through hard times and repeat; I just want to say that I'm still grateful atleast that with those good things you've done, it made me feel somehow that I was the perfect man who would love to spend longer times together with you. " Mina's quivering lips smiled. She felt her body being carried carefully by you as you made her join you lay down on the bed, with her head resting close into your chest as you helped her ease down her emotions. BACK AT THE PRESENT Ending the revisiting of that sorrowful final memory you shared with Mina, you weren't aware that there's a drop of tears landed on the screen of your phone as you drowned in the midst of your deep thoughts of her until you and her drift away in slumber for the last time as lovers at the same bed you were waking up everyday, now being alone. You wiped your eyes and your cellphone with your cloth before you opened the notification, revealing a message coming from Sana herself minutes ago. "Good morning Y/NN! When will you come here?" You replied her immediately, not wanting to make her wait longer as both of you wouldn't want to become late for later. Few hours later, you arrived at Sana's house and escorted your friend inside the car as you drive through the location of the event that you and her are invited in. Stepping into the yard, you and Sana caught every person that is present in the yard where the area is designated for an occasion. A birthday occasion. The celebrant looked at you. That familiar gummy smile, plump pinkish cheeks inflated by the curve and her symmetric eyes she had, a déjà vu effect on you. Seemed so real, bright and colorful just like the first time you met her.
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You entered with Sana and greeted your friends one by one until it has come to you and her. It's been a while since both of you got this closer personally and it does felt a bit awkward for each sides.
"You arrived." You nodded and smiled. "Happy Birthday, Minari." She offered you a high five before all of a sudden, it got you flustered at her quick hug on you before she releases. "Thank you, Y/NN." You saw her adorable smile presented at you before she returned back to her friends and invite everyone for a picture. I wonder does your man still shudder when you touch his hand Like this man You aligned yourself with Sana and Momo along with other guests as they captured a photo of Mina and her boyfriend. Her body leaned closer in his arm as she holds his hand for a pose.
It's been months after the break-up, and with the sight you realized that she must've completely moved on already; as per the promise you requested for her. You are happy for her, but your heart that is still learning and unable to finally let go its love from her is what gives you an aching sensation. You looked at her hand wrapped neatly at his, you've been in his spot before and you know how great her touch felt often.
Then you muttered to yourself in curiosity if through that, the man Mina's with now; shows the same affection of love as much as you did. "You two look great, but does he make you feel loved as much as I did for you? Don't get hurt again Mina, please.", you muttered to yourself in curiosity. Meanwhile, Mina who's watching you from the distance; talking comfortably with the other friends of yours; was asking the same thing in her mind.
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Unlike you, she doesn't harbor any lingering feelings; and she's only hoping the same that you're doing fine these days because too many heartbreaks won't make it worth it any longer. Just like goodbyes, you and her ran out of his and hellos also for one another to possibly never come back.
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gonerboy · 1 year
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Delta Experiment - Update (+ Survey)
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“...what, never seen a banana phone before? yeah, ripe.”
(Survey at the end of post)
Hello, everyone! GonerBoy here.
I have some news. Not really good news, and not really bad news, either... but some news is generally better than no news, so I figure you all deserve the truth.
My mission’s been going well. It’s been over a year since I officially started, and I plan on finishing next fall -- so, about another year from now.
Delta Experiment is a fun series. But, it’s also one that takes a lot of time and effort to put together... and I just don’t have the time to devote to such a massive project at the moment. And being honest, I’m not sure if I ever will.
What I’m trying to say is, I don’t think this project would ever be fully finished if I tried to keep going the way I was before. And by the time I did finally get to the later parts of the story, more official Deltarune content would have been released, and I might end up questioning the use of continuing in the first place.
Not to mention the fact that I have other plans for projects -- some of which even have to do with Deltarune!
So: What does this mean for Delta Experiment?
Well, even if I don’t think I can ever finish the series properly, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to share my thoughts with everyone. I do think a lot of things about the series would have been worthwhile, and I would be devastated if I had to keep them all to myself forever.
So, what I’m thinking of doing is creating Chapter Outlines for the remainder of the story. They would give basic overviews of the plots and themes of each planned chapter, along with some sketches, illustrations, and dialogue for important scenes. They would release one at a time, and likely have some time between each installment.
This way, no one will be left on a cliffhanger, and some moments can still be shown in full - just, without all the in-between bits that take so long to get through.
Please keep in mind that these will take some time to complete -- I haven’t even started yet, and there are 7 more chapters to get through... ^^;
What will I do, now that Delta Experiment is gone?
Well, uh... you could always follow my personal blog! *Cough* shameless plug...
I haven’t been too active there yet, but I’m slowly trying to change that. I do a lot of things on there, such as...
OC Designs!
Cinnamon!
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Divertino!
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Zumans!
(Huh, these guys look familiar...)
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Fanart!
Collei - Genshin Impact
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Dess - Deltarune
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“Chris” - Deltarune
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Roll, Blues and Tempo - Mega Man
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Comic shorts!
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And some longer-term projects, like...
Sonic: GUNShot - What would have happened, if the raid on the ARK went a little differently...?
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gonerworld.
(and more...?)
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Again, please consider following @gonerboy​. It would mean a lot to me to have the support of the people who enjoyed my previous work.
I’m sorry to anyone that is disappointed by Delta Experiment’s end - I really enjoyed spending time with everyone, and I’ll always treasure those memories. With any luck, knowing how the story would have gone will help bring some closure for all of us. Keep an eye out for those Chapter Outlines.
You know what they say: Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. And on the bright side, this means I can share lots of hidden things that would have been spoilers otherwise!
If you made it to the end, here’s one last survey.
Thank you. I really can’t say it enough.
Stay awesome.
-GonerBoy
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aroace-polyshow · 5 months
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Hi you said you want to ramble, could you ramble some more about hollow ☆ wonderland i tried looking through your blog but search is. not working. so i failed to find anything at all
HEHEHEHEHH OF COURSE!!! and the reason for that is probably bc i haven’t posted very many details about them!! most of my rambles have been contained to dms with two of my friends and a currently 2.4k word doc of word and idea vomit 👍
anything posted before the most recent ask hasn’t been tagged correctly either, iirc i had a brief summary of the group a while ago though, tagged with “nightcord wxs” i think?? cause i didn’t have a name for them yet at the time. not changing it cause i’ve figured out more stuff since then so it’s sort of outdated. there’s probably a few posts lost in the marlo’s stuff tag, though that i didn’t tag properly but it’s okay those rambles are probably somewhere in my google doc.
anyway, since you didn’t rlly specify something in particular i’m probably just gonna ramble about whatever comes to mind. once again under the cut cause i can tell this is probably gonna get a bit long:
hollow ☆ wonderland is an online music group, and their videos are like kikuo style ones. but not necessarily ones like you are a useless child and aishite, more ones like and then you became the moon, welcome to the star inn, don’t look at me in that way, etc. pretty cutesy and happy sounding with a cute art style and then the lyrics tell a pretty dark story. that’s their general vibe. there’s a few songs i associate with them like judas by abuse (like i mentioned before) but i can’t confidently say it’s the kind of music they’d make. maybe that’ll change though we’ll see.
the group is composed of hoshi (tsukasa) the main lyricist, koki (emu), the artist, tako (rui) the animator and eventual co-lyricist, and kurage (nene), the composer.
they’re all silly online friends who like making music videos together and while none of them really talk about their issues pre-main story given that they’re not super close/don’t know each other super well yet, they still enjoy doing this together and care at least a little bit about each other.
i’m still figuring out how exactly the main story goes, but i’ve definitely made more progress now so HOPEFULLY i figure out a coherent story soon. i rlly do want to write a fic for them but don’t get your hopes up too much.
a few basic ideas i do have currently are some stuff like tsukasa, despite also being on his last hopes like the rest of them, is going to be the one to really encourage them all to start theater again. their sekai is a rundown theme park with lots of fireflies around, all the plushies are still there but they’re also worn down and have lots of patches and stuff on them. wonder stage has been closed down already, but it hasn’t been like torn down or replaced with a new attraction or anything. will it make a comeback? will hw be using it? we will see :)
i think the world hasn’t even started yet is still gonna be their untitled too. i’m thinking for their unit fits it’s gonna be something similar to the circus jester set cards? or at least the face paint thing. i’m absolutely giving them the face paint thing. and then there’s some other plot ideas i have but i’m not totally sure about them yet and i dunno how much sense they make on their own so i’m not gonna add them here.
uh. tsukasas name is hoshi since it means star iirc? so obviously he gets that name. koki meant something like to glitter, to shine, and i think emu would have liked that enough to choose it. and i already mentioned why rui and nenes names are what they are 👍
that is all for now. once again i’m more than happy to answer any other questions (like seriously i was so giddy and happy getting asked about them) so yknow feel free to ask. might answer a bit late cause i’m in school atm and have a lot to say but i will answer it eventually :3
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concreteprints · 2 years
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Do you take requests? What about Johnny Cade x Soda's twin sister? The gang, especially her brothers, notice something different about Y/N and for whatever ungodly reason they think she likes Steve. Ponyboy is the only one that knows she's in love with Johnny but she's too shy to say anything. (Ponyboy is the only one she told)
Next Time | Johnny Cade x Soda's Twin Sister Word Count: 2029
Warnings: N/A
Notes: I wasn't too sure about this plot but oh well
You’ve had a crush on Johnny Cade for as long as you could remember. He was cute, sweeter than most of the rest of the guys, and quiet too. All traits that you thought made him just so much better than any other guy. Even the ones who you went to school with.
Recently though, your crush has only gotten worse. You’ve been blushing around him, glancing towards him every chance you’ve gotten, and of course you can’t help but daydream about the guy every once in a while. Your brothers quickly picked up on it. How could they not? You were their sister. Your first crush (that they knew about) had to be important. They teased you about it gently, just normal brother stuff, but it wasn’t until one particular day that they realized what was up.
Most of the gang had left and you were sitting on the couch pretending to read some book for school (but really staring at Johnny as he left). Sodapop sat down next to you with a smug look on his face. He always looked a little smug, but today you could clearly tell that he was up to something, though you weren’t quite sure what that was yet.
“So… what’s up with you lately?” He teased.
“What? Nothing!”
“Mhm,” he nodded slightly, unable to stop himself from laughing, “So, Steve, huh?”
You glared at him, but looked confused enough that he decided to clarify. “Oh c’mon Y/N, we all know you gotta crush on him.”
You felt your face heat up violently. A crush on Steve? You couldn’t believe that they would ever even consider that.
Ponyboy couldn’t help but laugh hearing that. He was the only one you actually told, but he had never been the best at keeping secrets. You had just hoped that he had already gotten out of that little brother snitch phase when you’d told him; evidently, he hadn’t.
You still regret the night you told him. As sweet as he was (compared to the rest of the gang), he was still your obnoxious little brother. You couldn’t even be sure he wasn’t going to tell Johnny himself at this point. He had actually threatened it once before. Telling Johnny just so you would get over your crush. Thankfully he hadn’t done it yet, but you could never be too cautious. Not with how much time they spent together.
”Pony!” You shouted with a glare towards him, “I don’t have feelings for Steve- never have, never will.”
“Well…” Sodapop slid closer, “Steve or not. I know you got a crush on someone and I wanna know who that someone is. You’re my baby sister!” Only by a few minutes, you wanted to tell him, but you decided against it. It would only confirm that he was properly annoying you like he seemed to love to do oh so much.
Before you could answer. Well, it wasn’t like you were really gonna tell him anyways. Not now. Darrel came into the room and interrupted the conversation, if it could even be considered one. It felt much more like an interrogation at this point, and a very embarrassing one too, mind you.
“Lay off her. If she likes a boy, that’s her business.” He said, sitting in between you and your twin so that he couldn’t bother you. After telling off Soda, he turned to you, “That being said kid, I gotta meet him before I let him go near you. I’m your big brother. I don’t want you going off on a date with some asshat who doesn’t give a shit about you.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at that, rolling your eyes at him. “Oh come on Dar. There’s a reason I haven’t told him already. It’s not gonna happen.” You replied. At this point you had already accepted it.
Johnny was quiet, skittish, and you didn’t think he’d be willing to date a girl that he didn’t think of as part of the gang. Not with all the stories about cheaters and liars that Dally had told him which could probably be recounted as horror stories with the way he exaggerated. It was disappointing, sure, but you’d accepted it by now. Johnny was just off limits. Both mentally and because he was so close to your brother. That didn’t mean you couldn’t daydream about him, or hangout with him, or even fall asleep wishing he was next to you, your arms around him, instead of your pillow. All it meant was that you had to be realistic. That you had to realize he’d never want more than a friendship.
You heard someone laughing from behind you, which made you realize that Pony was still there. You shook your head, momentarily considering glaring at him again but deciding against it. Pony already knew, no one else needed to. Not in your opinion. Especially not someone as talkative as Soda. He may pretend to hate gossip, but besides for Two-Bit he was the worst at keeping secrets out of the entire gang. If he found out everyone in the city would probably know by the time he came home the next day.
Soda quickly turned to look at him. A smirk evident on his face. “Ohhh, so you know who it is? C’mon, tell me Pony. I swear I won’t tell nobody.” He put his hands up in defense, though mostly as a joke. Everyone knew he had to tell at least someone. Hell, he might’ve already told Steve about the crush he thought you had on him.
“Hmm, who knows? Maybe she does like Steve.” Pony joked, unable to stop himself from laughing.
You wanted to tell him off, assure them all that you didn’t like Steve, that you never would. But in doing that you would only reveal who you actually liked. You couldn’t convince them otherwise if you didn’t tell them the truth. Unfortunately just denying it wouldn’t be any good. For a moment you considered lying. Saying you liked a boy from your school, or one of the other greaser boys they knew, or maybe even Dal, but you were never too great of a liar. They all knew that and they all knew exactly how to catch you lying. That was your least favorite part of being the only girl in a family (and group) full of boys.
“Come on Pony! You know I don’t!”
“So he does know. What does he know that we don’t, Y/N?” Darry asked, turning to you. Unfortunately, in taking on the role of father figure, he also became way too overprotective. Maybe too protective even. You knew you couldn’t tell him. God, if he found out there was a chance that he’d either kill Johnny or thank him for being such a good kid and not one of those jerks. You could never be too sure with him but Johnny was a good kid and one of the better boys out there. He wasn’t like Dallas by any means, who would definitely get you in some sort of trouble if you did like him. Hopefully it wouldn’t go too bad if Darry ever did find out
“Oh nothing! He’s just being annoying.” You insisted, though your face gave you away.
Sodapop tried to push, He peaked out from behind your older brother with his mouth open. Then Darrel quickly stopped him. “Okay okay fine. Crush or not, she’s still our sister. Just lay off her for now. I’m sure she’ll tell us when she’s ready. Won’t you?” He asked, shoving Soda into the sofa gently as he spoke.
You quickly nodded, though still not too excited about the idea of telling them.
As you and Pony were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, he nudged you with his elbow with a smile. “You know he likes you. Just tell him, really. I mean have you seen the way he looks at you? I think he might be in love.”
“Oh come on, don’t be cruel Pony. You know he doesn’t. Has he ever even told you he liked a girl before?”
Despite insisting that Johnny had a crush on you, he had to say no. Johnny had never. There was a time that he was sure Johnny would never like a girl.
Though Ponyboy was much closer to him than the rest of the gang was, personally at least (aside from Dal), you didn’t trust that. Johnny didn’t look at you any sort of way. With how much you stared at him every day, you would’ve noticed if he did. Surely you weren’t that clueless. You couldn’t be.
Thankfully he decided to stop bothering you for the night. You got an alright night of sleep, only waking up once when you thought you heard Pony having another nightmare. It had only been your imagination, but it did take you a bit to calm down again.
Johnny was there again the next day and coincidentally, no one else was. You smiled as you sat down next to him, pulling a blanket towards yourself.
“Oh… hey.” He smiled, though he looked a bit embarrassed. Almost like he had been caught doing something. You didn’t quite understand why.
As you two sat on the couch, you kept glancing towards him. Trying a little desperately to see if he really did look at you a certain way. You barely got the chance to catch him looking, unfortunately. He always seemed to look away the second you turned your head.
You kept debating the pros and cons of asking him out as you sat next to him. There was a chance he would like you, but that wouldn’t mean he would want to go out with you, and what if you lost him as a friend too. Though you didn’t think he would ever break off a friendship because of that.
By the time you had finally started to figure out what you wanted to do, Sodapop was home and bothering you again. He sat himself right down next to you, but looked over at Johnny.
“Oh didn’t you hear Johnny? She likes St-“ You cut him off by elbowing his shoulder.
“I do not!” You insisted, but Sodapop clearly still didn’t believe you.
Despite being so unbelievable, Johnny looked a bit sad at hearing you liked someone. You weren’t sure why. Logically there would only be one reason and you didn’t think that it was possible in Johnny’s situation. Oh poor, sweet Johnny. Maybe he always looked sad and you just hadn’t noticed until right now.
After about half an hour of bothering you, Sodapop decided to go do his own thing. Apparently even annoying his own sister couldn’t be entertaining for too long. Once he was gone, Johnny spoke up again,
“Do you… do you really like Steve?” He asked. Johnny always looked a little like a lost puppy, but at this moment he resembled one even more. You sighed and shook your head, though you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“No, he just likes annoying me , Johnny Cakes. Don’t worry about it.”
You tried to assure him, but unfortunately it didn’t look to be doing too well. He still looked a little skittish. Like he would run at any moment if you said the wrong thing. So you sighed and wrapped an arm around him. “You okay?”
He nodded, but the fact that he didn’t respond verbally gave you all that you needed to know. He was obviously upset about something. You guys talked for a bit longer, but eventually Johnny fell asleep. So you did too, cuddling up next to him on the couch.
When you woke up you saw your younger brother standing above you with a small smirk. Unfortunately you could no longer feel Johnny next to you, you wondered how long you’d been sleeping. “Better luck next time, eh?”
“Shut your mouth Pony.” You said as loud as possible without waking Johnny up. You groaned and threw a pillow at him.
Maybe you would have better luck next time, or maybe there wouldn’t be a next time. You weren’t sure.
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Make Your Acquaintance IX
2 for 1 special? Or more accurately, just a much too-long chapter with time jumps. It’s okay. You don’t have to read it all at once. Take some breaks. Eat some snacks. Masterlist. Part VIII.
Content: talking. probably an unrealistic amount of sharing and caring from our boys. Indulge me. Featuring all three of the boys, allusions to sex but no smut in this chapter. Crying. 
Word count: 5.4k
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An Author’s Note: Steven and the others call the reader ‘otter’ or “ott” as in a pun for ‘significant other.’ I did this so they could call the reader something other than their name. I know it’s a little weird. There’s not much plot development in this chapter. I’m mainly filling in the gaps. Not proofread. 
“Forgive me if I’m confused.”
There was no other way to reply to him. There couldn’t possibly be. You had both said… all of those things. There had been so much anger in the room and yet this had been the result. Marc’s breath was steady and his heart was pressed against your ear, your arms and legs wrapped around his side. He was staring at the ceiling--of course, you couldn’t see that--and your eyes were trained on the open door of the bathroom. The vanity light was still on. 
“About what?” He ran his palm over your shoulder dazedly. Everything was warm. Actually, everything was hot and sticky and sweaty and smothering, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move off of his chest. 
“Why did you do that?” It didn’t take any explanation for him to know what that meant. You felt him swallow hard. “I was practically yelling at you.”
“I know.”
He squeezed the skin of your arm lightly and tears that you couldn’t see began to well in his eyes. You were both so tired--so fucking tired--and he had no energy left to lie to you. He couldn’t think up a good lie if he tried.
“But it was all true. I mean, I knew that it was true before you said it to me, but it just made me think…”
“Made you think what, baby?” He near-silently hummed at your pet name for him. Baby. It felt out of place. So dreadfully out of place.
“That you already know all those things about me. You see right through me.” Marc’s head was still flat against the pillow, out of your view entirely, but you heard the sob subtly erupt up from his chest. He did his best to stifle it, of course, but the sound was evident with your head against his heart. 
“I don’t want you to hide yourself from me. I want every part of you.”
“Dammit, I know,” He paused and he swallowed and he fought desperately to keep his voice from wavering. “And I don’t get it. Why are you still here? You don’t have to be. You already see me for what I am. A mess. A killer. Why haven’t you left?”
“I don’t want to leave.”
There was no way to hold back the sobs now. At full force, Marc’s chest heaved and shuddered and he couldn’t breathe properly as the tears fell down his cheeks. He held his breath as a way to stifle the cries, but it wasn’t working out well for him. He was much too exhausted. 
“Why does he get to have you? Why does he deserve you?” His voice fell to barely-audible gasps. “Why does he get to think he deserves you?”
There it was. Of fucking course, there it was. Marc was angry at you. He was furious at you, but that’s not what all of this was about. You had broken perhaps every boundary that meant something to him. Lying, cheating, sneaking around behind his back. That wasn’t the source of his pain, though, of course not. Like always, Marc was angry at himself. He was guilty, and he felt angry for being guilty, and he felt even more angry that Jake Lockley didn’t feel those things. Why could the darkest part of himself be allowed to enjoy the good things, when he couldn’t bring himself to do so?
“You deserve me, too.” This was certainly a hard one, wasn’t it? “To be fair, it’s not like I deserve any of you right now.”
No words from him. Only silent, broken sobs that no doubt made him feel helplessness and shame. 
“Marc, I’m really sorry. I know I’ve already said it over and over again but I am. I’m sorry. I should have never lied to you about Budapest and I should have never snuck around behind your back. It was wrong of me--really wrong--to assume that what I was doing was okay because Jake shares a body with you. It’s not nearly the excuse that I convinced myself it was, and you didn’t deserve that betrayal from me.”
He took a while to think over your words.
~~~
“Steven.”
Steven Grant woke up the way that he often does: absolutely scared to all hell. There was no ankle restraint to throw him to the ground and he found himself a good meter from his bed when he finally realized where he was. His muscles were sprung, ready to pounce. He’d heard the voice calling to him, but the last thing that he remembered was being placed in a chokehold by a man in a black suit, bullets flying and curses riddling the air as he struggled for his life. 
Did someone say something?
The apartment was quiet. Far, far too quiet, and he couldn’t orient himself no matter how he tried. It was as if his mind was stuck somewhere between Budapest and here. Where was everyone? There was no Khonshu, there was no you, there was no little American man in his head telling him everything was okay. There was silence. 
“Darling? You there?” He straightened his back, looking warily around the apartment for any sign of life other than himself. Everything seemed to be in the same shape he had left it. Books were strewn about the place as much as he could get away with before you usually told him he needed to re-shelve them. The little chores were taken care of, like the dishes in the sink and the clothes in the hamper and the dirt in front of the door. You weren’t anywhere to be found, though, and no one in his head would own up to waking him. 
“What day is it?”
There was still silence. Frightening silence, but he relaxed a bit as he felt someone close to the front, acknowledging him. Marc’s own tension was evident, though, and it kept Steven on edge as he pressed closer to communicate with him. 
“Marc, what’s wrong?” He could feel all of Marc’s emotions seeping into him, weighing him down. It wasn’t anything that Steven had felt from him before, and usually Marc did his best to keep those feelings separate from him altogether. This was different. Steven didn’t like it. 
“How do you feel?” Marc’s voice was low, soothing him too aggressively. It didn’t match how Steven knew he was feeling. He could sense the dread, the betrayal, the emptiness. He could sense the anger. 
“How do you think I feel? What happened?” He pulled himself over to the bathroom. The body was heavy, but it was clearly well taken care of. Steven felt well-fed, well-rested, and well-hydrated, but he still felt like his limbs were made of lead. He spoke aloud to his reflection in the vanity. “How long has it been since Budapest?”
Marc looked dreadful. There was no hiding it, there wasn’t even a chance at sugarcoating it. He peered back at Steven like a deer in headlights, resigned and frozen and fearful and all of the things Steven never saw him be. 
“Ten days.”
Ten days? Steven felt like he’d been punched in the gut. His blood ran cold and the part of his mind that he could firmly grasp was racing from thought to thought. Ten days? How the hell has it been ten days? I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember going into the headspace. I was just there. We were just there!
“What happened?”
Marc was poised to answer, but something stopped him in his tracks. There was… something else. Someone else there with them. Inside of them. Steven had never felt Jake coming to the front before. He’d never felt him watching or listening, but this he could feel. It scared the shit out of him. 
He looked back up at the mirror, hoping that Marc could show him any sign of reassurance, but he only saw himself. The only image in his reflection was his own, and yet he could feel Marc--and Jake-- so close to the front. Steven thought he might actually throw up. 
Slowly and deliberately, he curled his fingers open from the tightly-squeezed fists they were in. He tapped each digit against his thumb, finding no resistance in the movement. The body was his, all his right now, but his mind sure wasn’t alone. Both of the alters were seething inside of him, but they held just too far from the front and in complete silence. The body was his, but what to do with it?
Nothing makes sense. Why don’t I remember anything? Why is he here all of the sudden? I didn’t know he could do that? Why are they so angry, and why aren’t they saying anything? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just let them sort it out? They’re hiding something from me. Obviously. Wait--
Steven hated the confusion and he hated the slow realization of just how little he knew. Where were you? What time was it? What had happened in Budapest? Were you safe? Where were you? Were you safe?
 “Where’s our Otter?” He whined aloud. This changed all of those feelings in his chest instantly. Marc grew more desperate, more angry, more on-edge, while the other one grew more… shameful? Steven’s heart dropped into his chest.
“What happened? Did something happen? There were those men, in the hotel room--”
“Calm down, Steven. Nothing happened. Ott’s at work. They’ll be home later.”
A weight was lifted off his chest, but plenty more were still there. Steven didn’t understand where he’d gone. He didn’t understand why he’d been gone, or what had happened while he was away. There was no way to even start to ask Marc to fill in the gaps, but he repeated his question again. 
“What happened?”
“He happened.”
~~~
“You know, I can’t tell you the last time I heard someone say sorry to me.” Marc was still sniffling, but he was much calmer now. He was much more dazed. The lack of sleep was eating at him. “Maybe my dad. When he was begging me not to join the marines. It was desperate, though. He didn’t really mean it, I don’t think. He’d never said it before, and he hasn’t said it since.” 
“Apologies are what you’re supposed to do when you’ve hurt someone.”
“And they just make everything okay?”
“Of course they don’t,” you huffed. He was serious, though. You supposed that was fair--when had anyone ever explained it otherwise to him? “But they’re a good place to start. You get to decide what to do after that.”
“So I don’t have to forgive you?”
The words cut through you like a dull, jagged knife. You tilted your head up to look at him, but he kept his aimed toward the ceiling. His eyes were dull and glossy and he almost could have been sleeping with them open. 
“No, I guess that you don’t.” Maybe that’s what you deserved. You couldn’t bear the thought of him never forgiving you for this, though. Marc Spector was your life. You needed him, every single part of him, or else you didn’t know what to do with yourself. 
~~~
“I don’t understand,” Steven sat himself down on the couch, his heart pounding nearly out of his chest. It simply didn’t make sense. Why was he the only one here who didn’t know what was going on? “What do you mean he happened?”
There was so much tension in his body, he couldn’t tell what was his own and what was from the others. The others. They were both here, angry and rigid. Pressing up against the surface just enough to make him want to go insane. No matter how hard he tried, Steven couldn’t remember the last thing that had happened to him. He was in that hotel, fighting desperately for your life and his own, and then he was here. 
That could only mean one thing. 
“Jake?” His voice was shaky as he called out for the near-stranger inside of him. The pressure in his chest burned hot and he couldn’t quite feel totally awake. Something was clouding his brain, perhaps a subconscious effort from one of the others to come to the front. He didn’t expect the voice that answered him.
“Don’t.” A warning. Marc pushed back against Steven’s intent to dig deeper, to search for his other alter. Jake was still close behind them, listening and watching and feeling Steven’s despair, but he said nothing yet. “Let me explain this, Steven.”
“No. I want to talk to him.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Eso es lo que él decide. ¿No lo crees, amigo?” Steven had never really heard Jake before. To him, Marc sounded just like himself, except American and grumpy and dramatic sometimes. This voice was different, by far. It wasn’t nearly his own, and it was smooth and robust and grating and small all at once. It shook him deeply. 
“What—what did Marc mean by saying you happened? You were at the hotel, weren’t you?” Thinking straight became harder and harder for him. He picked himself up and wandered aimlessly around the apartment, trying to ground himself in something. Anything. 
“I was.” Jake’s cadence was calm, orderly. Steven could picture him standing in front of him, head held high and devilish composure on his face. “You needed my help, so I helped.”
“And… how exactly did you help?” He had a deep pit in his stomach. Steven already knew the ways Jake offered help. 
“I extinguished the threat and got us to safety.”
“That’s a real nice way of telling you that he took a jagged piece of glass and ripped open their throats.”
Yeah, that sounded about right.
“Hice algo para ayudar. No puedes culparme por eso.” Of course, Steven had no idea what Jake had said, but he knew that his tone was short. It sent chills up his spine. 
“No necesitamos ese tipo de ayuda.” Marc’s response dumbfounded him. He didn’t even know that Marc could speak Spanish. Could he always do that?
That comment is what sparked it, the whirlwind of swears en Español that rang loudly in Steven’s head. There was nothing for him to do. Most of it the yelling was in a language he did not understand, but he couldn’t tune it out long enough to think for himself. The animosity wasn’t even his own, but it beat against his chest and pounded in his ears and forced the strength from his arms and his legs. He sat himself down on the floor, shoving a stack of books from his desk down with him.
He caught bits and pieces, mostly from Jake trying desperately to tell his side of the story. Each time that he tried, though, Marc interjected or denied or just downright reached out and pulled Jake far enough back that Steven couldn’t hear him anymore. They were like children. Little petulant children fighting tooth and nail over who got to tell the story from their point of view. Not much of it made sense to Steven. He hadn’t caught nearly enough. 
~~~
There must be a better way to spend Easter Sunday. 
Sure, it was passover soon, but none of you had been focused on that fact with everything else going on. Still, the holiday was quite aggressively broadcasted in your brain. The streets of Madripoor were lit up with late-night celebrations from people taking the day off as a chance to party. If you made it back home anytime soon, there’d be fanfare there, too. 
It didn’t seem right to be celebrating right now. There shouldn’t be a holiday. There shouldn’t be smiling faces as colorful designs on every street and building front. It simply seemed incorrect. You had done something bad. No, actually, you’d done many bad things over the last couple weeks. Perhaps manslaughter takes the cake here, but it wasn’t just that that made the guilt swim in your brain. It wasn’t fair that the world got to celebrate today, when you had nothing to celebrate. You didn’t deserve this holiday.
“Why does he get to think he deserves you?” Marc repeated the question again, delirious. You had seen him sleep deprived many times before, but never quite this completely and utterly tired. It was more than the fact that he was running on a few hours of rest. He was exhausted to his core.
“I don’t know, baby,” You hummed, hurting for him and hating yourself. “Because he does?”
“There’s no way. He can’t. He can’t deserve you.”
“Why can’t he?” You didn’t mean for the words to be accusatory, but his chest lit up and his face blushed deep. The tears were still streaming silently. You were starting to well some of your own. He didn’t say anything, didn’t look at you, and didn’t stop holding his breath. He shut his eyelids delicately and you could see he’d already feared he was saying too much. You pushed on. “Why can’t he deserve me, Marc?”
You pressed yourself into his chest, adamant for an answer. Wincing and weak, his eyes jutted down at you just long enough to make a sharp pain roll through your chest. His face contorted in anticipation of a sob, but he choked it back with everything in him. Marc forced his face to stay flat and stoic and empty. 
“Because I don’t.”
You didn’t have time to reprimand him for that. The sob broke up from his chest and he sputtered around it, sucking in breath and stilling and falling back until he was gone. It wouldn’t take a partner or even a close friend of his to understand the switch that had occurred. You couldn’t help but blame yourself as Marc sunk downward into thin air and Steven Grant took his place.
“He can’t just leave me on that,” you protested.
“He doesn’t want to talk anymore.” Steven countered defeatedly. He scooted himself down just a tiny bit so that he was holding you closer to him. It was, oddly enough, a less intimate touch than Marc had been exhibiting, but he couldn’t seem to be able to hold you tight enough for his liking. The sobbing had stopped the instant he came to the front. Only exhaustion was left now. 
~~~
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Are you really? Or are you mad that you got caught?” Steven was seething, fighting back tears and willing the pounding heart in his chest to mellow itself out. He had been through so much--he was so scared and angry and tired and confused. On top of all of that, here you were, having betrayed the trust you worked so tirelessly to build. The trust it took him so long to form and took Marc even longer. 
“I’m really sorry! I messed up…” Your apology rang in his ears, but he couldn’t make out the words. Everything was too hot and too tight and the air was suffocating him. He felt someone else close to the front, but he couldn’t tell who. Focusing was hard for him. “I never want to hurt you.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a bit late for that innit? You hurt us both.” 
That’s what he told himself. You hurt us both. It was always about Marc. Steven was used to the upset, he knew how to handle the rejection and the disappointment and the betrayal. It was Marc, as far as Steven was concerned, that would be broken by this. Marc couldn’t help himself when it came to manipulation. That’s where Steven came in. It was his job to protect Marc, after all. 
Wasn’t it?
“Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry. I am.” The words meant absolutely nothing. He couldn’t let them mean something. He had to stand strong, to know his worth and Marc’s and hold his ground in the face of someone who didn’t. That was what he was there for, right?
He lifted slowly off the couch, wringing his hands in a way he hoped was too subtle for you to see. As Steven got to his feet, he summoned his armor with no clear intention of what he would use it for. He had to get out. His Mr. Knight suit began to appear on his skin as he walked slowly to the front door. He didn’t look back.
“Of course you are.”
The tears began to stream as soon as he closed the door behind him, but he didn’t sob. He just let the hurt and the weight and the defeat wash over him completely. Steven would have even leaned into it, but he couldn’t shake the other weight in his chest--the one signaling that someone else was there. 
“Marc, I told you I could handle myself.” He mumbled aloud. A noise somewhere down the hall alerted his fighting instinct and he shed his mask and gloves as he stepped into the elevator. Sure, he was allowed to cry and maybe have a bit of panic, but the least he could do was keep from revealing himself as a vigilante to his neighbors. 
The pressure didn’t let up in his head. As the doors to the lift shut behind him, Steven grounded himself in the reflection on the wall. “I said go away.”
His reflection just stared at him, worried and frenzied and strong. Definitely not Marc. 
“What the hell do you want?” 
He tried to act like Jake Lockley didn’t scare him. He shouldn’t scare him, but that didn’t stop the shaking of Steven’s hands or the lump in his throat. Jake held his head high, peering down at Steven through the glass and dawning a genuine look of apology. 
“I want to explain myself,” he offered smoothly. Steven scoffed and dropped his head. 
“You’ve never wanted that before,” he quipped back to the mirror. “I already heard your explanation. I couldn’t ignore it if I tried.”
“I was being emotional. I want to talk to you now, just the two of us. Without the yelling and the fighting.”
“Why do you even want to talk to me?” The elevator beeped, settling on the ground floor. “Why does it matter to you what I think? You caused all of this.”
“I didn’t want to cause all of this. Let me explain. I owe this to you.”
~~~
“Are you okay?”
Why was that the first thing out of his mouth? Why was Steven worried about you when it was Marc that needed support from the both of you?
“I’m fine. I’m worried about Marc.” Steven ran his fingers through your hair lazily. It was impersonal, the kind of touch that just made you feel numb instead of warm and safe and loved. You hated that it felt this way. 
“I don’t really believe you, love.” He didn’t say it with a patronizing tone, but you knew what he was feeling anyway. “I think you’re pretty shaken up. You have just killed a man.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want to dwell on that fact.” You rolled your eyes and sunk deeper into his chest. “He wasn’t a very nice man.”
“I’m sorry that it came to this. Maybe I just should have gone with Khonshu yesterday.” 
It was hard to even remember as far as yesterday. When was yesterday? What had you done yesterday, without this weight on your shoulders? Steven’s touch was becoming a little warmer. A little. You felt paralyzed underneath his arms and you almost wanted to shiver. 
“What difference would that have made? I would have come with you just the same as I came after Jake. I think it would have ended the same.”
“Maybe so,” he huffed, “but it could have been different. I can’t really see what all's going on when Jake is at the front. I didn’t even know we were here until Marc took over. Maybe I could have done better. I don’t know, I just feel like Jake’s way of handling things is so…”
“Different?” 
You heard him sigh above you. 
“Yeah, different. He doesn’t really know how to play well with others. What I mean is, he didn’t know how to handle you. He does all this alone—he doesn’t know what to do when he’s not alone.”
“Did he tell you that?” He nodded. When had the two of them ever spoken? You’d been hearing for the past few weeks just how much Jake was sharing and caring, and it dumbfounded you that he was talking to your boys at all. 
“We’ve gotten to know each other quite well recently.” He tugged you tighter against his skin. “I’m still getting used to it.”
“What else have the two of you been talking about?”
~~~
Marc’s inner world was a desolate reminder of how much pain he was still in. It was the same hospital he and Steven had seen in the Duat, not quite as white and vacant, but still just as lonely. He could wander the halls for hours, making himself feel smaller and smaller all the while. 
That’s where he was now, half asleep and mumbling to himself as he tried to find a nice room to hole up inside. The last thing you said to him rang in his ears, as well as his emotional response that he couldn’t make stoic no matter how hard he tried. 
You don’t understand!
You’re right. I don’t. 
He was alone, as far as he knew. Steven was finally stretching his legs after ten days stuck in here somewhere and Jake was no doubt right near the front, eavesdropping. Marc couldn’t contain the anger he was feeling. That son of a bitch. The image of Jake flashed in his mind, a clear picture of all of Marc’s worst qualities. 
Marc dove into the first lit room that he saw. It had large open windows, peering out into nowhere, and a set of couches and chairs that looked a little like his childhood living room. Only…whiter. He didn’t really feel safe in here, but safety was the last thing on his mind. 
He threw his hand toward the wall as hard as he could, punching the brick hard enough to break his hand. It did nothing, of course. The imaginary wall crumbled under his knuckles and re-formed instantly when he withdrew his fist. Mocking him. So, he punched again. And again. He kept going until he felt that he’d let off some steam, or at least until he felt bored of going on anymore. Again, the wall rebuilt itself before his eyes and he collapsed to the ground. 
“Son of a bitch.” He threw his head back against the brick. Crying felt different on the inside. His eyes didn’t sting and his throat didn’t burn, but the tears were drowning him. He couldn’t breathe from the weight in his chest and the heat—not warmth, a seething and burning and crackling fire—that licked against his face brutally. He could feel his self-control slipping away as the anger grew. 
I fucking hate him. Why does he have to be here? Why does he get to be here? If he’s so keen on survival, why does he ruin everything that he touches?
He tried to suck air into his lungs, but the atmosphere was thick and wet and burning. 
We worked so hard for this one good thing. This relationship, and he can’t just leave that alone. And Otter can’t leave that alone? Why can’t he keep his fucking hands to himself? He’s gonna ruin this, too. He already has. 
Marc sat for a long time, choking and spiraling. He didn’t care that the oxygen wouldn’t fill his lungs. The pain was so normal to him now. It wasn’t often that he went without it, even now. It was still his job to protect Steven, right? To protect you. That meant taking the brunt of whatever danger came your way, came their way. It was still entirely his to take. 
The door to the room slowly creeped open. Marc looked up through blurry, tear-filled eyes to see a figure peering down at him. 
“¿Estás bien, compadre?” The voice was small, deep and hesitant. 
Oh, hell no. 
“You get the fuck away from me.” He warned, but Jake only advanced further into the room. Jake held his hands up by his sides as the latch clicked behind him, a gesture intending to show that he meant no harm. Marc stumbled to his feet. “Get out. Now.”
“I came to talk to you—er, talk with you. I want to apologize.”
“There’s no fucking way,” Marc scoffed, backing further into the room to step farther from Jake. “You’re not capable of remorse.”
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” He looked too gentle, too sincere. Marc didn’t trust it one bit. 
“I told you to leave. Last chance, buddy.”
“Marc, I am sorry.” Jake was pleading now. Or, well, he looked like he was pleading. Marc was sure it was an act. A manipulation. “I don’t know what else to do. You won’t listen to me. I’m sorry. Lo siento. I’m not trying to hurt you here.”
“Yeah, of course not,” Marc spat, “just make me a cuck, right?” 
“I don’t intend to do that. I would never jeopardize your relationship with your partner.”
“That’s fucking rich, man. You already have. You don’t think I figured it out by now? I came to with hickeys on my neck and my chest and you think I don’t know? Was that your plan—to come in here and apologize because you think I don’t know you’ve been making out—”
“I didn’t want to hide anything from you!” The rise in Jake’s voice stopped Marc in his tracks. Of course he’d heard him yell before. Hell, he’d just got done with a screaming match that lasted all morning. This was different. It wasn’t a scream, it wasn’t a yell. It was a cry. A desperate cry. “I didn’t tell you because you didn’t listen. You keep pushing me out when I try to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, well tough. I want to talk to you, amigo. That’s what we’re gonna do, right now. We’re gonna talk.”
Marc thought it over for a while. He stared at his alter, who looked no less desperate as the seconds passed. Jake was taller than him in here, enough to make a difference, and he was darker in every sense of the word. He also looked younger. Marc couldn’t fathom that. 
“If we’re gonna talk, you promise me something first.” He ordered with a deep sigh. 
“Name your price, Marc.”
“You keep your hands off of my Ott. No more hickeys. No more making out. No going behind my back.”
“It’s a deal. Now, let’s talk.”
~~~
Maybe you would remember everything you’d talked about tonight. With Marc, with Steven. Maybe the words would sink in and the animosity might melt away just a little bit faster. 
Or maybe not. 
All you knew now was that you needed sleep. You all needed fucking sleep. So, as much as it pained you, as much as closing your eyes brought bad imagery and made your heart speed up again, you let yourself drift away. With Steven holding you steady in his arms, it was just a safe enough feeling to let go. He let himself go, too. 
Finally, you both drifted to sleep. 
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Yeah I KNOW this chapter didn't have any plot development. EAT ME. Communication is key.
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Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do some Shigiraki vore?
Plot: Reader is in the LOV and is mute. Shigiraki decided that Reader needs rest after finding out that they are not getting enough sleep?
(Hello there! Sorry it took so long to do this request. I did really enjoy writing this though! So I hope you like it!)
Need Sone Sleep?
(A Shigaraki Vore Fanfic)
Warnings: none!
Your eyes grew heavy as you slumped over your desk. Insomnia has had its fierce grasp on you for a couple days now and it showed. Your poor disoriented mind hasn’t been able to focus properly during the League of Villains’ meetings and you often couldn’t spend any time with Toga or even your boyfriend, Shigaraki.
Despite his wickedness, Shigaraki really did care about you. He noticed your lack of focus and was wondering why that was the case. Unlike how he treated the others, Shigaraki didn’t jump to conclusions with you. This did irritate some of the other LOV members, since they often thought it was unfair favoritism.
Luckily, Shigaraki never let them get to you. He was always able to help you, even when you couldn’t utter the words. “Are you alright, Y/N?” Shigaraki hummed softly. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been focused as of late and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”
You turned around in your chair to face him, your eyes drooping heavily. “Looks like I’ve made the right call. Why haven’t you been sleeping?” Shigaraki tilted his head curiously. You had to think for a second before signing to him, “Regret.” Shigaraki slowly approached you and crouched down in front of you. “Are they not letting you sleep?”
You nodded as tears began to well up in your eyes. Shigaraki wiped the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N. I can help you with this..” He thought about the situation for a moment. “Would you like to be tucked away?”
You nodded slowly, realizing that this might be the best option. Shigaraki smiled softly at you. “Alright then.” Without a second to waste, Shigaraki lowered his jaws over you.
The warmth of your boyfriend’s body put you at ease. The gentle and soft muscles of his throat carefully pulled you deeper and deeper. With every swift swallow he took, the environment grew darker and warmer. His soft heartbeat thumped with a hypnotic rhythm. All of this together made this trip incredibly soothing.
Eventually, you reached Shigaraki’s belly. The soft pouch cradled your fragile and tired body. Special breathing rhythms brought the walls to life. They moved around you with the gentlest of touches. You smiled warmly as you curled up within him.
Shigaraki sighed as he felt your weight enter his gut. “There you go. Now you can finally rest. Are you alright in there?” You patted his stomach walls to tell him that you’re more than okay. He chuckled warmly as he got up and walked over to the bed.
“Remember, if you ever need anything, just let me know. I’ll always take care of you.” Shigaraki hummed as he tucked himself in. He started to hum a soft lullaby, which was muffled yet still relaxing. You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. Eventually, you fell asleep in the warm confines of your lover’s tummy.
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Is Grimm going to be in the fairytale au? And if so is it he gonna be like a Side kick for Mc?
I believe I answered this before, but Grim will not be present. If MC is technically already the sidekick, it'd be a little strange for the sidekick to have a sidekick. Especially since he wouldn't really have a role while MC does. Anyways, I'm gonna be studying like crazy these next few days, but I plan on sacrificing an hour or two of sleep for writing time. Last night I managed to get out of that little writers block, and I wrote like two whole pages for Riddle's result. So it's currently at around nineteen pages. Just to be clear, each of the guys will have some sort of relationship with MC. I won't say what yet, but I want to make them all distinct and unique, you know? So technically while the result will be labeled for the dorm leader, the MC will have a scene with each character from the dorm. It will play out in a sequence of events in the plot.
So for example, I just finished writing Ace's part last night. He'll have a scene in the beginning with the MC. Then I started writing Deuce's part. And later I'll get to Riddle's part, which will be towards the end. With Cater and Trey being more towards the middle.
I think I want each result to be around thirty pages, so in all with all seven results, you can expect over a little about 210 pages plus the questions. That's why I said this project will take time, but I will have time off after my exams so hopefully then I can get a lot more done. I have no idea when this will be complete, but hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.
Anyways, here's a sneak peek at Heartslabyul's result because I literally have no restraint and should not be showing this much so early yet here we are.
Abruptly the doors flew open, nearly causing you to shriek. But you managed to hold your tongue as you quickly placed your crown back on and clutched your staff. When your eyes focused on the door, you were surprised and almost relieved to see the figure of a short young man that had slammed the doors open. He was... rather adorable, actually. It caused you to tilt your head, endeared by his appearance.  The young man had hair that shamed the red roses, and wide gray eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his face grew flush and his expression twisted into one of rage. Immediately he slammed the doors shut behind him, stomping up to you, his heels violently clicking against the tiled floors. When the short young man was in your face, another horrible realization dawned on you. With that crown on his head and his wondrous red garbs, this could only be the queen. Or at least, someone meant to be the red queen.  “You knave! Where have you been lurking?!”  “I…” You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? What was the king even doing before you got here? Most importantly, how would you avoid this queen’s wrath?  At your lack of a response, he only seemed to grow more frustrated as he threw wild accusations, “You–– You’ve been sneaking about, seducing the men of my court, haven’t you?! I shall have your head––!”  “Wha–– N-No, I haven’t!” You blurted out. The king was originally beheaded because the queen was jealous and thought she would lose him to others. So if you could assure him that your heart belonged to him, well… survival just might be possible. Although acting wasn’t necessarily your strong point, you could only try for the sake of living another day. Nervously you smiled, throwing aside your staff as you lifted your hands to gently hold his fist he had been angrily waving near your face. Thank god he didn’t have a knife or anything of the sort, or you feared he may have tried to stab you out of raging envy. “H-How could I ever dare to throw my loyalty to you away…? You are amazing…! I apologize sincerely if I haven’t been able to express my love for you properly. Sometimes it feels like you’re really too much for my heart to handle, you in all your… glory…!” Oh god, this was going terribly. All you could do to give the messy act a bow to top it off, was lean your head down and hesitantly kiss the back of his hand.  Miraculously, that seemed to work. Almost. The queen’s face was no longer as flushed, but his gray eyes gazed down at you through his lashes as you lingered at his hand. Suspicion was still evident in his eyes. “How do I know?”  “H-Huh…?”   “How do I know you aren’t lying? How do I know you won’t leave me as well? How do I know that you still love me? Prove it to me.” Those gray eyes of his watched you carefully, seemingly unhappy with your lack of a response. After about five seconds of no answer, his face scrunched up and he bellowed, “Guards!! Gua–– mmph!”
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