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Dangerous Desires (iv) - Sink or Swim

Check Out: Pt. one, Pt. two Pt. three

Summary: The three of you make it to the hidden sand ahead of schedule. So after the private pool session, what happens now that you and the Captain have only one bed?

18+ MDNI !!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! AFABreader x Kakashi, Creep!Kakashi, Dark!Kakashi, pet names, angst, inprotected piv (dont be stupid), oral (f receiving), only one bed (a slay tbh), slight choking, over stimulation, marking, public groping, cum eating, power imbalances, fluffy (?) shower scene, lmk if i missed anything.

Word Count: 6.7 K

Waking up the next morning was brutal. Your neck was covered in purple bruises, your throat felt sore, your hands were raw from the brutal grip of the log and that’s all without mentioning the soreness between your legs. You rolled out of your sleeping bag, and looked into the early morning sky. The sun was just about to peek out from the horizon. The men were already gathering last night's supplies and tossing them away into their bags. You covered your neck with your sleeping bag quickly. 

“How come you didn’t wake me up?” you yawn. 

“We haven’t been up too long ourselves, plus it wouldn’t be right to disturb you,” the brunette smiled. 

“Don’t do that next time, if you’re up then I'm up.” You said, rolling up your sleeping bag and dusting yourself off. 

“How noble of you,” Gema smirks. You roll your eyes. 

“We opened some canned fruit earlier, go ahead and help yourself. we’re going to be moving soon so eat it on the way if you have to.” Kakashi was busy with his own supplies and sleeping bag as he said this, facing away from you and Gema. 

It amazes you how quickly he can dismiss you in front of others, sometimes you couldn’t believe all the things he’s done to you until he’s doing them all over again. Kissing, groping, and grinding into you with fervor one minute and then back to his nonchalant captain persona within seconds. 

Sure enough, after covering your neck in makeup, you three were back on the route of the hidden sand, sprinting and jumping from tree to tree. Kakashi was sure that if you three didn’t stop often and moved quickly you would be able to make it by nighttime. The two of you didn’t have much to say except for a few complaints, those were quickly shot down by Kakashi marking his dominance with a “just remember as your captain i’ll be writing the mission report, that includes orders not being followed.” That was enough to shut you two up and comply. 

Even though it was hell, eating while constantly moving and almost vomiting back up lunch while desperately needing a few breaks until collapse, Kakashi was right. It must’ve been 11 at night when you three had reached the village hotel.

“Oh, the hidden leaf shinobi. The scrolls we received said that you wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow.” A sand village kunoichi said. 

“We moved quickly, Lady Tsunade didn’t want us to waste any time helping out the medical team so we made haste.” Kakashi said. 

“That’s great! However there seems to be a problem. With you three arriving a day early we haven’t prepared all the rooms for the three of you to stay in. We wanted to have three rooms available in our building however one of the guests inside of the second room is still inside. I’m sorry but there are only two rooms available for the three of you.” The woman said sadly. oh god. 

“You hear what that means pretty thing? We’re gonna be sharing a room,” Genma says, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Absolutely not.” Kakashi says angrily, making Genma jump slightly. The two of you turned around to face him. “She will be sharing a room with me,” he said, his tone much calmer than before. 

“Um… Kakashi-“

“Captain,” he corrected. 

“Captain… Why can’t you share a room with Genma? Wouldn’t it be inappropriate with the two of us in the same room for the night?” You ask. 

“Yeah, and you’re going to be sleeping with each other!” Genma adds on in frustration. 

“The Hokage ordered me to keep a close eye on you, which I promised I would do. If I share the third room with Genma and you take the first, the middle room would be separating us. That means we’d have a problem, the only way to fix it would mean we share the room. And don’t be vulgar Genma, I still have my sleeping bag. Either one of us can take it, however being the captain I'll let her take the bed.” Kakashi explains. 

You want to interject with all of your being, however you can’t think of anything to say to reject it without outing the both of you. 

“Pft, whatever. Does this place have a pool?” Genma asks, turning to the woman in charge. 

“We do! I’ll give you three your keys, each of them can unlock the pool. It’s technically closed tonight but seeing as how you all are here under special circumstances, it’s all yours. We also have bathing suits for you three.” She says, tossing two pairs of keys. She turns around and sets bathing suits on the check in counter. two black swim trunks and a black bikini, it’s in your size. 

The three of you pick up your swimsuits and head to the stairs of the building. you guys are on the third floor, a good length down towards the end of the hallway. You and Kakashi slip into room 333 while Genma unlocks 331. Both you and Kakashi were too tired to argue with Genma about swimming in the private pool, after he wore you down with his protests you two obliged and told him you both would join him in his late night swim. 

You stepped into the room first with Kakashi behind you, quick to shut and lock the door. You threw your swimsuit on the bed and turned to face the silver haired man. 

“You go into the bathroom, I'm changing out here.” You instructed, pointing to the bathroom.

“No.” 

“Well then I'll go.”

“No.” He moves past you and sits on the end of the bed. “Close eye on you, remember? Those shinobi from last night could’ve hurt you. I need to see if you sustained any injuries.”

“They didn’t even touch us, you know that,” 

“You can never be too sure. Now are you going to change? The longer we take, the more suspicious Genma gets.” 

He had you beat. You take your vest off and toss it beside him on the bed. You can tell he’s smirking under his mask. You quickly remove your shirt and bra, replacing it with the swimsuit top. Kakashi locked in on your tits. You make the last part quick, not even looking at him regardless of how many times you saw him adjust himself. 

“Now my turn. You watch me,” He says, sliding his palms up and down his thighs slowly. You felt your core tingle. 

“No way, I’m waiting outside.” You say putting your sandals on. He tsk’s.

“For a medical shinobi you sure don’t take your job seriously. Fucking on the clock first and now shirking your responsibilities of checking for injuries. I wonder how that would translate on the mission report,” He says, squeezing his knee.

You can’t believe that he’s threatening you to watch him strip. You decide to put your feelings aside and give into his authority. You cross your arms and nod for him to start. He grips his waistband and pulls down, thrusting his hips up, gently sliding his pants down his thighs. You look at his toned legs as he continues to strip, forcing yourself to keep your eyes away from his groin. They soon betray you as he kicks his pants off and he moves to his boxers, gently tracing the outline of his hardening cock. You blink away and up to his face, his eye are piercing into yours, breathing heavily as his hands continue up to his chest and remove his green vest. 

You can see a dangerous look in his eye, something tells you to look away from his gaze, so you focus on his shirt. He grabs the bottom of the shirt and pulls up. You realize that his mask will come off with it and your eyes look to where his face will be when it comes off. As he continues pulling up his shirt, he lifts it over his head and you can see that there was a turtleneck-mask under the original one he wore. You huff and he laughs gently at you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, obviously mocking you. 

“Nothing, just finish changing so we can get out of here.” 

He continues laughing and he rests his hands on his thighs. You can’t deny how beautiful he looks. His eyes (or eye since his bandana is still over his eye) crinkled shut with his small laughter, his muscles toned and firm, and his dick just seconds away from popping out of his boxers. He pulls his boxers off and out springs his cock, you watch it harden until it sits heavy against his stomach. Your stomach fills with butterflies and you fear that although your bottoms are dark he can see you already starting to soak. He stands up and gets right in front of you, you have to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, his voice dropping an octave. You look just past his erection and at the pair of swim trunks in his hand. 

“Whatever, just hurry up.” To your surprise he does, putting one leg through the designed holes and pulling them up and over his crotch. He quickly adjusts himself and puts his sandals on too, then tosses his headband onto the nightstand. 

You walk over to the door and unlock it, then open it slightly before his large hand comes out from behind you and slams it shut. His other hand grazes gently up your thigh and onto your hip, before giving your ass a small squeeze. Your breath bitches and he rests his covered lips against the shell of your ear. 

“You look good in black,” he whispers. You shudder and gently reach your hand out to move his hand off the door and open it again. You step out and see Genma facing away from your door. He turns around when he hears it shut behind him and smiles, holding up his room and pool keys. 

“Took you long enough. It’s cool though, I made full use of the working toilet too.”  he laughs, assuming one or both of you had a bathroom problem. You groan, more embarrassed of this than what actually happened. 

When the three of you make it to the pool, Genma wasn’t lying about it being private for the rest of the night. He quickly dives into the deep end, abandoning his hat on a nearby outdoor lounge chair. As he’s under the water, Kakashi lightly smacks your ass, signaling you to move closer to the pool. You do and put a foot in the water, it’s cold. He doesn’t care and puts a hand to the small of your back, slowly pushing you in deeper. You suck air in through your teeth as the cold water hits your warm skin. After you’re half way in he abandons you and walks over to the side of the pool, sitting down on the edge and letting his feet soak in the cold water. He pulls out a small orange book, the one you recognize from the office the first day you two fucked met. 

You watch as Genma rises to the surface, and opens his eyes once his face reaches the air. He sees you and starts swimming over to the shallower end you’re standing in. Genma stops once he’s close enough to you and stares at your breasts, sitting perky in the hotel provided bikini. 

“I knew I was gonna want to see you in your swimsuit. Looking good, Doc. Can’t believe you made me wait until today to see you like this.” He flirts. Again you’re scared of what Kakashi will do, knowing full well he’s eavesdropping. You look over and see that he’s white knuckle-ing the book, not looking up from the text he’s stopped reading. 

“You’re disgusting,” you say, splashing him with a quick swat of the water. It hits him in the face and he laughs. 

“You know you like it. Hey, wanna see something?” He says. You shrug, he has your attention better than you let off. 

“Watch this,” he puts a hand on the surface of the water, small ripples forming under the touch of his fingertips and into the bigger ripples made by the two of you. He smirks and suddenly the pool around you slowly stops rippling, the water going perfectly still. Your eyes widen, looking at the flat water. Suddenly you see small water droplets rising into the air between you and Genma. The droplets shine and sparkle, looking like small starts lit up by the pool lights in the night. 

“Woah, it’s beautiful.” You're starstruck. 

“I thought you’d like it.” He says softly, his lips then curl into a devious grin. You look at him confused before the water droplets come crashing into your face, you yelp in shock, even though it didn’t hurt. He laughs at you. “I also thought you’d fall for that.” 

You roll your eyes, swatting water at him again. You watch Kakashi get up from the edge, placing his book at a nearby coffee table. He walks over to the shallow side you're on and steps down the small stairs over to you and Genma. You start to worry as to what might happen. 

“Such a show off, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Kakashi says, you can hear the cynicism in his tone that Genma doesn’t pick up on. 

“Don’t say it like that, Captain. You make me sound full of myself, I'm just playing around.” Genma laughs, playfully hitting Kakashi's shoulder with the back of his hand. 

“Do I? It was your idea to invite us for night swimming and you didn’t even bring us any towels.”

“Oh shit, my bad. I’m sorry you’re right, you two are gonna freeze when you get out. I’ll be right back, I’ll go grab you some from my room.” Genma says, climbing up the stairs behind you and Kakashi. He closes the pool's gate and after a few seconds you two can’t hear him anymore. 

Kakashi steps closer to you, however you step forward and away from him. That is until he grabs your shoulder, pulling your back into his chest. 

“I’m going to give him a talking to. I don’t like the way he talks to you. I hate the way he looks at you too.“ He gripped your shoulders tighter, eliciting a small noise out of you. 

“Please don’t, I don’t want to lose any potential friends.” You sounded scared, worried Kakashi's lecture would stray Genma or eventually others away. 

“Pft- yeah. Friend… sure.” He sarcastically huffed into your ear. “Well then if you’re so adamant about me keeping quiet to him, maybe that means I just have to show you your place.” He whispers, his hips trail their way to your ass. 

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, feeling the sharp pang in your abdomen strike again. 

“I think you need to be reminded that I'm the only one who’s allowed to flirt with you. You belong to me, I refuse to be disrespected like this.” He slams his hips into you, his erection fitting snug between your clothed ass. Your breath hitches and you look around to see if anyone is able to see you two. 

“I don’t mean any disrespect, I’m sure Genma doesn’t either,” you plead. You’re not sure as to why you remain respectful to this man, especially after he’s claimed you as his own without your permission. 

Maybe it’s because the feeling of his hand sliding down to your chest is too good to pass up in a fit of disobedience, or maybe it’s because the way he’s breathing down your neck has you creating your own little pool between your legs. You absentmindedly push your hips back, trying to feel more of his cock through the articles of clothing you both are wearing. 

“You’re so naughty, pushing my buttons just so i can fuck you good. You’ve asked for it now, pretty girl.” He adjusts his mask and bites softly into your right earlobe. With one hand on your tit, the other trails down into your bikini bottoms, stopping at the top of your mound. You whine as you arch your back, the familiar feeling of hot blood rushing to your face as he starts to trail his fingers down to your core, playing with your slick. 

“I’ve been too nice to you for too long, I don’t want you getting spoiled now. Maybe I just need to remind you what you are to me,” he whispers seductively, nipping your soft flesh, licking away the pain. 

“Oh fuck- what… what am I?” you ask, not sure you want to know the answer. 

“You’re mine, you belong to me.” He says this demandingly, almost no hint of warmth in his voice at all. His voice is as firm as his dick, which he’s now starting to thrust into your ass with impatience. You feel yourself getting wetter as he runs circles on your clit, it’s so good you can’t internalize his words. You moan, gripping his wrist tightly, grinding your hips down on his hand. 

“Is that what you want? To be my little possession? Do you want to belong to me, sweet girl?” He smirks as his eyes narrow, licking a stripe along your jawline. You whine in response, too scared to object but too high on his fingers to worry about what he’s saying too much. 

“I… I don’t… know.” You shamefully huff between moans. “Please… don’t bring Genma into this,” you blush, listening to footsteps approaching from farther away.

“Then stop fucking flirting with him. If he tries anything I’ll make it even. No one messes with you, not while I’m around.” He death grips your tit, the footsteps getting louder. “I’m being serious when I tell you that nobody is allowed to mess with you, anyone who tries won’t stay long in the village,” he whispers, his tone dark and stern. 

Kakashi quickly pulls his mask up and lets go of you, moving away from your flustered self in the pool. Moments later, Genma opens the gate and walks in with fresh towels in his hands. 

“I brought the towels, I’ll set them on the table.” Genma moves over and sets the warm towels next to Kakashi’s book. You look over to Kakashi and he shoots you a knowing look from underneath his mask. You can tell that staying around long is going to get you in trouble, so you walk up the stairs and over to Genma.

“Thanks, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.” You pick up a towel and wrap it around you. Genma frowns.

“Aw man, seriously? Well I guess it’s getting late anyways. I guess it’ll just be me and you tonight huh, captain?” Genma asks, turning to Kakashi who’s getting up the stairs. 

“Sorry Genma, but I'm with her on this one. It’s getting late and I want to get a good night's sleep, especially since I’m taking the floor.” Kakashi says, taking the second towel and wrapping it around his waist. Genma sighs.

“Well then I guess we’ll all call it a night. I wish I stayed longer with you guys, I missed team bonding.” Genma says, throwing his towel over his shoulder, smiling at the two of you. 

“We can all hang out tomorrow after we help out the medical unit here, don’t worry.” You smile back. 

“I agree, whatever you want Genma, however tonight i’m calling it early. Let’s go back to our rooms. We have a lot of work tomorrow.” Kakashi says, walking towards the gate. You and Genma follow until you all reach the third story hallway and down to the door of your rooms. 

“Good night you two,” Genma says, giving you both a small wave before walking through his door and shutting it behind him. 

You unlock the door with your key and walk through, immediately heading towards the bathroom and tossing your towel on the lid of the toilet. You shut the door and start the shower water. As you remove your top the door opens behind you and Kakashi steps through. You yelp and quickly cover yourself, embarrassed. 

“Is there room for another?” He says, dropping his towel. You don’t shake your head no and he opens the shower curtain looking inside. “Funny, cause that’s not what I'm seeing. Get in, we can save water.” He orders, clearly looking for an excuse to see you naked again. 

He drops his swim trunks and they land at his ankles, quickly stepping out of them and into the shower. Your body quickly makes its own decision before it reaches your brain and you join him, cursing yourself silently. He smiles under his mask, and brings a soapy wash towel to your neck, rubbing off the dirt and makeup you have covering his marks. As the marks become more visible so does his erection, and you have to fight yourself to keep your eyes off of it. 

“I missed seeing these,” he mumbled, moving down to your chest and gently cleaning your torso. He groans, seeing you soapy and wet and you nearly melt. 

You looked over his shoulder and saw another cloth with a bar of soap on it. You reached around him and grabbed both, lathering the small towel with the bar. You then decided to clean his neck, as far up his face covering as you could, and gently scrub his shoulders. He exhaled deeply, pulling you closer to him. 

He trailed his hands down and started washing your hips, kneading the flesh as he worked. You moved your cloth down to his abs, tracing the muscles with the soapy cloth and cleaning away the day's sweat and chlorine. Kakashi smiled under his mask, eyeballing you as he worked. 

“Take your time, don’t be shy. Come here,” He said, putting the cloth down and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.

 He squirted the shampoo into his hand, then rubbed it with the other before massaging the product into your scalp. You sighed, his nimble fingers working the bubbles through your hair and pulling you in closer so the water could wash it out. You grabbed the bottle yourself and poured some into your palm working it between both hands. You reached up to his hair and scrubbed his scalp deeply. He sank lower to you so you could get a better angle. His soft hair was soon completely lathered and yet you still kept running your hands through his hair. 

Kakashi put his hands on your shoulders and brought you into his chest, letting the water run down the both of you. His thumb rubbing up and down your shoulder tenderly. You looked up at him through your wet hair and he looked down at you, scarlet eye on display for you. You reached out, your thumb tracing the part of his scar under his eye. 

“How’d you get this?” you lightly rasped. His face dropped before his eyes pierced into you longingly. his hands cupped your face and brought his clothed lips to yours. 

“Turn around, I have to wash your back.” He said, turning you around. He lightly scrubbed you, massaging your back while he cleaned you. You hummed, closing your eyes as the suds ran down your body. 

After your shower you two stepped out and he wrapped a towel around the both of you. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brought you to the end of the bed, lying you down and quickly kissing you with his clothed lips. You try to pinch and pull down his mask before he grabs your wrist. 

“Why won’t you let me see you?” You ask, brows furrowed. 

“Because you won’t let me see you either,” he says with a raspy voice hiding his face from you. 

He stands up, the towel joining you together dropping to your sides. He stares at you lying naked for a second with a contemplative look on his face. He grabs his headband he left on his nightstand and leans over you. He puts the cloth around your eyes, the metal plate on the other side, then tilts your head forward to tie it in the back. 

You lay back down, naked and slightly cold before you feel his chest against yours and the feeling of the bed underneath you dip. You part your lips slightly, unable to see anything but you know he has to be close. He is, and he kisses you softly, you lightly moan at the feeling of his warm lips. You put your hand on his lower back, trailing it up his neck slowly as he attacks your lips with his own. You can’t help but to open your mouth to invite him in deeper, his tongue swirling with yours. 

You felt his hands grab at your legs lifting them onto the bed and you bent them at his sides. He slid up until his dick was lying on top of your mound. You moaned into his lips, the yearning of being filled by him taking over. He started to grind against you and you arched your back into him, rubbing your tits against his chest. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his warm, stiff body on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening your kiss. 

Kakashi moved lower, and kissed your neck as he grabbed his cock and rubbed his head up and down your folds. You bucked your hips up, your mouth falling open each time his head nuzzled your clit. He smirked as he spread your juices up and down your cunt and then started to kiss you lower and lower. He planted open mouth sloppy kisses over your stomach as he backed away. He got on his knees and the loss of his body on yours made you frown. That is until his left hand gripped your thigh, pulling you closer to the end of the bed. Your heart raced, unable to see Kakashi or anything else, completely oblivious to the world around you. 

“Fuck sweet girl, I’ve gotta taste how sweet you really are.”

A soft kiss was placed on your inner thigh, then a rougher one that was filled with tongue and teeth. You moaned, feeling your tender skin get sucked purple and let go to be caressed with Kakashi's hot tongue. You squirmed, unable to stop yourself from trying to escape Kakashi's overstimulation. That it’s until he stopped making out with your thighs and moved on somewhere a little higher. You mewled as your thighs spread further.

“Good girl, keep those legs open for me. just like that.”

A kiss was placed at your clit and Kakashi's tongue poked out between his lips, caressing your sensitive bud. You moaned, slapping a hand to your mouth so as to not wake your room neighbors. Kakashi desperately wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to have you on that bed for hours, savoring your flavor the whole time as he opened you up for cock. But you were just too good for him to slow down. He gripped your thigh harder as he swirled his tongue around your cunt, tasting your sweet juices, he wrapped his right hand around his dick and started to fuck his fist. The taste of you on his tongue with you choking on your own moans was a work of art to him. He brought his hand to your cunt, his thumb flicking up and down your swollen clit as he laps at your pussy. 

He removes his thumb and rubs two fingers along your dripping hole, before plunging inside as you moan against your palm. You clench around his fingers, whining for more. 

“Already begging me for more? I’ve just started sweet girl and you’re already this stupid?” He chuckles slightly. 

He sucks your clit, then lets it go to lick at it again in a torturous cycle of pleasure as he finger fucks you. You rut your hips down, grinding onto his tongue, fingers and nose as he plunges inside and out, caressing that spot of yours each time addictively. You try to force yourself to keep your legs spread as his mouth becomes too much too soon, and you're quivering as slick and spit is covering your thighs. You’re seeing stars under your mask, hearing his muffled moans and slurps as well as the sticky sound of his hand rubbing up and down his cock.

“Kakashi-“ you whine behind your hand, your legs shaking on their own accord. He looks up, jerking himself to you wearing his headband and leaking down his fingers. 

Your hands grip onto his soft, wet hair as your core clenched with bursts of pure ecstasy. He pumps his fingers inside of you as he devours your cunt like a starved man. you finally feel yourself come undone, whining shamelessly and bucking into his face, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned, feeling you gush all over his face and hand as he continued to jerk himself off. He could’ve come right there. 

He stopped fisting his dick and used both hands to grab each of your thighs, fingers gripping down unforgivingly as he eats you out like you were his last meal. He pushes his warm tongue in and out of you, drinking in your arousal as you shake underneath him. 

You try pushing him away as the pleasure becomes too much, but that just makes him try even harder to overstimulate you until you’re moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. 

He gets off his knees and moves his hands up to your waist, knowing fully well he isn’t too far behind himself. He leans down to kiss you and you open your mouth, readily accepting his tongue and tasting your arousal as he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly thrusts inside. He pushes further inside you until he bottoms out with a groan. He starts slowly, strategically thrusting into you to hit your g-spot each time. He knows he is when your legs spasm under him and you choke with his tongue in your mouth. You keep your hands on both sides of his face, trying to memorize the inside of his mouth with your tongue alone. 

Kakashi soon snaps his hips into you with vicious strength, as you writhe underneath him in bliss. He has to hold you down even harder to keep you from squirming around everywhere as he drills into you, your juices coating both of your guys’ legs and filling the room with obscene squelches. You can feel each vein of his shaft as he pummels you, his dick stretching you out so beautifully painful is as addictive as it was the first time. 

“Fuck- It’s too much… please,” you moan, your tears soaking through the navy blue material. 

“That’s it, pretty girl just like that. Are you gonna coat my cock like you did to my face?” He whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe again. “So fucking wet, you’ve been needing this, huh?” he asks as his thrusts are getting rougher and sloppier. You nod, regretting your answer immediately. 

His tongue glided over your bottom lip, sweeping over your cheek and down to your neck where he kissed passionately at his purple crime scene. You were about to come again and choke his cock until you felt one hand leave your waist and land around your neck, squeezing the sides of it. You moaned, face going hot from overstimulation. 

“Fuck- Kashi- shit that’s so good,” you whined, fluttering around his cock. You felt pleasure prickle at your spine, arching your back and feeling him impossibly deeper inside. 

“Ugh- all for me, pretty thing. You’re all for me, this pussy, these tits, l- fuck- it’s for me and me alone,” He grunts low as his pace doesn’t let up. 

“Please- fuck! I’m going to cum,” you cry, you can’t help but to try and grab for your blind fold until he grips hard at your wrists. He brings your hand up to his face, nibbling on your wrist.

“Don’t touch that. You’re going to be good for me or else I won't let you come,” He spits, soothing his bites with his tongue. 

“I’ll do it for you, I’m just so close,” you blubber. Kakashi smirks. 

“Come on this fucking cock then, show me you how badly you need to be mine. Give me what i want,” he growls in your ear, then back to biting your wrists. 

You let out a string of vulgar noises and curses, your body shaking underneath his, and pussy gushing around his dick. You’re seeing white regardless of the headband around your eyes. You come to and soon enough you feel his throbbing cock slide out of you, the bed dipping to your left. You feel a hand against your right cheek turn your head to the left, then squeeze your face until your mouth opens. Kakashi removes your blindfold, when you look up at him he’s kneeling to your left, stroking himself off, his now dry mask back on his face. A few more pumps and he’s groaning, spilling his warm cum into your mouth, blissfully watching you swallow his spend. 

After a few minutes you both walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth, Kakashi offers to do it for you but after coming to your senses via post-nut-clarity, you reject him and get to bed quickly. He follows after, pulling up the sheets and laying next to you. You turn to your side, facing away from him. 

“You said you were going to sleep on your sleeping bag,” you start cautiously. You pause and his silence speaks volumes. “But I guess this is okay.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know I needed your permission,” he mocks, throwing an arm over you and sliding you into his chest. You’re too tired to try and get away from him, but even if you weren’t, you’re not sure if you’d want to anyways. 

You turn around, placing a hand on his abdomen until he lays down on his back. Then you scooch closer and lay your head in between his armpit and chest. Why not? You already fucked him. You feel him breathing deeper underneath you, yet his heartbeat is slightly faster. You stay like this for a moment before he speaks,

“I meant what I said before, in the pool. You’re mine, and if anyone tries anything with you I will do what I see fit.” He says. You feel your hands go clammy, and you attempt to back off but he holds a hand against your back. “Don’t be that way. I know you like to hear it, that nothing comes between you and I. Doesn’t it make you feel special?” He asked, a sense of desperation in his voice. 

You have to admit it, it does. In a weird way it’s sort of flattering. You stay silent for a moment. 

“But it also scares me,” you say. What you don’t realize is that you’re speaking for the both of you. While you might be in fear of what he might do to another person or even to you, so is he. More so for that matter. 

Kakashi has never had this kind of stuff leave his fantasies. He keeps his nose in his books to drown out the deafening silence in his life. His friends and family have left him, his students have left him, his mentor has left him and his comrades have left him too. It seems that whenever he gets close to someone, they either end up leaving in the long run or end up with the cold fate of death. Like hell if he’s letting that happen to you.

Kakashi has also never been clingy. When his students left him to study under another, he encouraged them (only two) to seek out what they needed in a different mentor. He knew it would hurt but he also knew couldn’t hold them back. You’re a different story. He knows that you’re beautiful, smart, hardworking and kind, and because of that he knows he’s in trouble. It only took a second for him to become attached to you, and in that second he knew he couldn’t lose you. He would see you go out and flirt with others, dying inside in fear he would lose you before he even got to you. Now that he has some part of you, he has to keep you all to himself. 

Obsessed with this tragic theory that the world is out to get him and take all who he holds dear, he can’t help but treat you like you’re the last girl on earth. You’re more precious to him than diamonds, and while you may strike a flame in his heart and his loins you also strike him in the pit of his stomach. He’s terrified of what he’s becoming, someone who’s letting their guard down, someone who’s quick to get attached, someone who’s getting soft. But when he’s alone with you, he can’t help but to love these feelings that remind him he’s still human, regardless of the voices in his head screaming at him to stop before it’s too late. But a part of him knows that it already is. He tilts his face to you. 

“Awww, is someone scared of their big, bad, captain?” He taunts, you slowly nod to appease him. However, there’s a hint of truth in your answer. He laughs lightly. 

“Well good, it means you know your place. Just remember, I can scare you like this if I wanted to,” he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead. “Or I can treat you like this if I wanted to. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” With his free arm he placed it on the back of your head bringing it closer to his chest. 

“So how did you get that scar?” You ask, desperately trying to change the subject. 

“Why did you leave your village?” He asks, trying to do the same. You take a deep breath in before shakily exhaling it. 

“I don’t come from a good place. All of our officials put out ordinances that only affected our local economy to sustain tourists and travelers. Our community wasn’t more than that. My parents were always too busy with work to ever come home and spend time with me. And growing up I didn’t have very many friends, the only ones I did usually got sick and couldn’t afford medicine or proper healthcare since it was so sparse. I hated seeing people I loved die of preventable illnesses, and what I hated even more was being alone.” You spoke sadly, Kakashi listening in to every word. 

“What did your parents do for a living?” 

“They own a restaurant,” you say with a small

smile, remembering your mother and fathers home cooked meals. He smiled back from under his mask. 

“Maybe we can go sometime?” He asks, there’s hope in his voice. You chuckle lightly, before your face settles in an uncertain expression.

“I don’t think I want to go back anytime soon.” You look away from him. 

“Why not?”

“It brings back bad memories. I hated being so lonely back then, I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” He frowns at your words.

“You won’t,” Kakashi says, running his hand up and down your hair. “Not while I'm around.” 

You felt his arms wrap around you and envelope you completely. You placed your head in between his neck, breathing in his natural scent mixed with the soap from earlier. You want to stay up, keep yourself awake to sneak a peek, but you feel bad and close your eyes instead. You quickly go slack in his muscles arms, and you're clouded completely with sleep.

PART FIVE OUT NOW!!!!!

Authors Note: I knew I REALLY wanted a "there's only one bed" chapter but I couldn't do that without writing just a little bit of fluff. I haven't written fluff in like... forever. so I apologize ahead of time if its lame. Also I don't wanna risk getting my stuff taken down so the next two chapters will probs be like this. ("Machi" and "Gale" your chapter will be next)

Thank you for reading! Check out prev chapters if you havent!

#kakashi smut #kakashi #kakashi x reader #naruto #smut #dark kakashi #dark kakashi smut #dark!kakashi #dark!kakashixreader #kakashi hakate #reader insert #x reader #naruto fic #naruto shippuden #yandere kakashi smut #yandere kakashi x reader

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The (possible) Downfall of Obey Me

5-16-21 (when writing this the event toys out)

(Tbh this post is just be trying to be naïve towards Solomare and at ever aspectthat I mention you have every single right to be upset and mad)

Okay so it’s no secret that Obey me is making bank and is very very obviously trying to make us money on the game with even trying to make us spend money with original stuff that was free to now secretly changing some mechanics behind our back

Here’s a post by @thalfox https://thalfox.tumblr.com/post/653994972840919040/i-just-noticed-a-little-bit-ago-that-the-barbatos that dose a really good job at explaining everything that has changed

(also this isn’t a hate thing fox has actually done a great work explaining everything to good detail of what has changed)

With all the changes I don’t think that it’s shocking to say that players are leavening the fandom because of many reasons to the games getting stupidly harder to even the game development

This is just a heads up this in no way is a post saying “hey this is why you shouldn’t feel this way” I kinda just wanted to see from a business standpoint and be naïve of what’s happening you have every reason to be mad at Solomare because even me I’ve been playing sense week 2 of game released and I’m only on lesson 42 every counter argument that I’m going to make I have complained about at some point

Arguments

(P.s grammar is really bad it’s sort of turned into more of a rant I wrote this at 5 am without any sleep so sorry)

1. Obey me is marketed as a free to play game

First there are many reasons people are mad this main thing that I hear about is from a lot of people is that is a “free game” which lets be honest is ridiculously hard

But still it is still essentially a “free to play game” I personally feel like the main prolog is lessons 1-20 to introduce all the characters to understand and getting the just on how to play the game

Okay and now here’s where I sort of stand with obey me, the gatcha rates are kinda ridiculously lucky when you play for the first week you luck is so amazing and is in my experience with gatchas the best luck I have ever seen for games so it’s not really hard collecting the cards

Now are they the best absolutely no, this I feel like is where you might have to spend money unless they up the skills on the Nightmare A

But what Obey me is technically trying to do is obviously making you pay by releasing your favorite demon card every 2 week which…aren’t essential they are really just hoping that you love your main demon enough to pay

With the high increase on the gatcha rate there really isn’t a pity unless you count the card pieces (but I’m not going to count that because you are more likely to roll your UR before completing the pieces)

Now after lesson 20 once the huge break I feel like Obey me almost expecting the players to keep logging in any doing jobs and some players did do that and boy did it pay off

But those players have not needed to spend a single dollar and are all caught up

Now for everyone else who didn’t the game was so difficult it’s unimaginable and because for that a whole lot of players left the game and personally I don’t blame them because of how much impact the next lessons were

Now sort of like Mystic Messenger you really just have to grind you ass off log in everyday and do JOBS :D and grind but as hard and long as it is you are still able to be a f2p but where obey me fails is that when grinding Mystic Messenger grinding was a lot more fun for me it took about a whole year to just get 550 hourglasses even when I purchased and same with Genshin Inpact it takes a while but with obey me there isn’t really anything else to do once you get to a certain point which I think obey me really lacks and could be part of a reason why people left. Grinding just is not fun (now I do think that on a phone there is so much you can do with a app game but I feel like there could be a bit more they could do)

Personally I’m just going to come out and say it don’t spend your money for one UR card for your favorite demon it’s really not worth it now im one of those Mammon stans but if I ever wanted a specific card for instance the Mammon bunny card when it first came out I wanted it so badly and didn’t get it but I also knew there would eventually be a revival so I saved and did not spend any DV(demon vouchers) until the revival

The events

Some people complain about getting the cards in the events onestly for me this one kinda makes a bit of sense I noticed the first change when the Vampire even came out and how it wasn’t as easy to get the second card but if you think of it it makes sence why

When the first event came out (Santa event) you only had to collect about 30,000 gingerbread compared to the 100,000 in event today but when the first event came out no one was at high enough levels for the AP required and you would every day when times rest to gain gingerbread as well as there was only one part to the story so when people kept leveling up their AP Obey Me had to higher the bar so it wouldn’t be so easy to get all these cards and have a actual reward system but eventually they also added another story lesson starting at the Ruri Chan event

Second thing about the events is that one there started just getting plain out boring.

When lesson 20 finished and we were all waiting for season 2 I was still loving in everyday and logging in at 12 and 8 for the free 30 AP because I didn’t know what else to and would participate in the event but eventually what I think that all otome games that have constant events like Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Revolution they just start getting repetitive and getting real boring so I stoped playing until there was something more interesting

The last thing that some people complain about the events is that you can’t keep up with the story and the events now I can’t find it but I believe that @0beyme said something about the events a long time ago about how you have to pick between the event and moving through the main story which I kinda think isn’t really the games fault and more just a discussion on maybe missing a event

Add ons

Okay so they did this from day 1 you spend a certain amount of Devil point that you guaranteed don’t have and get out a card

Now this is just spelling out a disaster

Yeah so for the first Charge Mission is when you log in which everyone had but essentially what they want you to do is spend $100 on a game that you just logged into and never experienced or played I don’t really understand what they were even thinking with that but it must’ve worked for them to keep doing them

The second time they did it was when the break was over and season 2 came out and they celebrated by doing another charge mission which was the Lucifer and Simon card which would cost again $100 again I really don’t understand what they were thinking

And now this is I believe the fourth time they have done this for the 1.5 anniversary where they know that Mammon is obviously a favorite for many Obey Me players and where smart to put it on the really stupid charge mission but the difference is, is that instead of it costing $100 it would cost almost $200(same with Levi’s) for one thing I don’t understand

But one thing that you do have to remember is is that this isn’t apart of the main gameplay it really just is a mini game if you would even call it that of dress up and optimization so still I guess would be just a add on that has no effect on the actual story and game so you could I guess still call it a f2p game with really really stupidly high priced add ons

VIP

Umm so I am the first one to call myself out I have bought the VIP package first when season 2 happened and I knew how much I loved the game so personally it was worth it to me to support the developers and gain something out of it

Now I haven’t really seen much complaints on the VIP because people more use it as a “hey the game is impossible with out VIP” but the people who say this ive noticed never bought it

For $9.99 each month it is 100%

IT IS NOT WORTH IT!!! Out of everything you get which honestly isn’t much you get some extra free space in jobs and really that’s it and if you choose to use all your job slots for the highest paying you get around 30,500 about a 10,000 difference not really worth it in my opinion

With VIP you also get other things like higher chance of gifts from Jobs which you will not notice one bit, and +20 AP (which if you play the events is sort of useful) as well as extra packages exclusive to VIPs so after paying $9.99 per month you also get more things to buy and that’s about it for VIP now if you really want to get more grim just use your AP and spend it of normal lessons you will get more AP that way

The Story and Kids

This could be all me just complaining and a theory by I wanted to include it anyway

Obviously many people are not even caught up or even playing but as more lessons went on the less interesting the story became to me I don’t know if it’s a me thing but season one was absolutely amazing the once season two came out it was good but not anywhere as good and one

One reason why I think that it to me became almost bland is the amount of kids that is on the app and how sensitive people were if anything bad happens

It’s no secret that the Japanese versions a lot more non-kid friendly for hell’s sake the characters don’t even swear as well as all the colors I feel like to a American audience bright colors is usually marketed towards kids but in other countriesI think many understand that that is not always the case for instance a lot of people will thing in America that anime is all for kids but I mean look at Attack on Titan or Tokyo Ghoul you would not let kids watch that of literal people getting brutally murdered you just don’t see things like that in the West where something looking kid friendly could also be very adult like

Also wtf dose this in the App Store say +12 with Ikemen Vampire and a lot of other games if you have a game rated +17 then there will be a actual pop up that says something along the lines of how “thier could be violence acts and sexual act are you sure you want to instal”

Now the story I’ve seen people point this out but there isn’t really much character development for instance Beel he dose not have a actual personality his personality (fight me on this one) all you really know about him is that he likes food and his family now I could be wrong cuz I’m on lesson 42 but still not much and this is kinda with all the characters except the special ones where the devs really favor and love for story

Some one mentioned how the developers hold back a lot which I agree with 100% they said how when there is character development they all the sudden pull back and never will almost talk about it again like ???? So there’s this constant bland story

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Honestly if you liked this I might do more cuz as much as this post made me especially at the end I kinda liked ranting so...yeah there is also many other things that I want to rant about but I’m tired soooo

feel free to comment your opinions btw

Bye ima go sleep now

#obey me #obey me shitpost #shall we date #shall we date lucifer #leviathan #obey me shall we date #lucifer #obey me beelzebub #shall we date mammon #obey me swd #obey me mammon #ikevamp #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #shall we date belphie #belphie

[allsassnoclass]

hi hazel I hope you're having a nice day! i was wondering if you could rec me some malum fics? length does not matter. i know I would have probably read most of them but i read most of the malum stuff before i made my ao3 so i can't even remember the ones i read and i would Love to read good ones whether i've already read them or not. i've said 'read' way too many times now avzcfhrb. in any case i would love to see what would make it on a hazel malum rec list! thank you i hope that's not annoying 🥰 -taylor<3

omg taylor did you know that you are the first person to ask me for fic recs like this. i'm very excited tbh. some of my favorite malum fics located below!

every malum rec list i make is going to start with make me a promise here tonight by @calumcest what can I say I just love this fic. so cute and very them yknow.

“Calum,” Michael says, walking into the bunk area and stopping in front of Calum’s bunk. “Cal.”

“What?” Calum asks, not looking up from his phone.

“I think we should get married.”

as for other helen fics, I also rec dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit), you're already the voice inside my head (i feel like this one might be up your alley specifically), it should be criminal that you could be mine, the first time i've seen love (and the last i'll ever need), and we know this is the way it's supposed to be

(unfortunately I haven't read these ones recently enough to know if there's alc in them or not)

another one of my absolute favorites is i got you right where i want you by @calumsclifford. very cute and sweet, although alcohol warning for the third section

“Next year. I’m going to plan you the cutest fucking anniversary you’ve ever seen in your life.” “It’s just a day,” Michael laughs. “It’s a day that means something, though. Let’s do something big, okay?"

or, 5 times Michael and Calum’s anniversary went wrong and one time it didn’t

also, and i breathe disaster, ever after (the winter soldier au) and it's no coincidence my hand fits perfectly in yours (cute 5+1 Valentine's day)

wake up with by asymmetric is one of my absolute favorites as well

Calum had been under the lights for ten minutes and he was already sweating.

(in which they film a lyric video and familiar things gain new meanings)

Yes, you make my life worthwhile by lumoon33 is nice and cute

"Hey Calum?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

i'm loving what you got by asymmetric is also super cute

Michael accidentally (sort of) kisses Calum in Nashville and Calum realizes a few things.

Fallingforyou by ercareyes is also cute

Michael is five years old when he discovers his fascination with love.

Or alternatively:

Michael falls in love every day and falls out of love just as quickly. Calum is always there to catch him.

Love (and other acts of madmen) by TempestRising is actually one of my favorites, but the malum is very light in it due to the circumstances of the fic

...every nerve Michael has is on edge and his brain won't stop screaming Calum Calum Calum and his hands are still red, and there's still blood under his fingernails from where he cradled Calum's body before they tore them apart. "Well honey," the nurse says, "if you've got a god I'd start praying. You might be here a while."

Or: Calum gets shot at a concert.

big fan of @escapesos Peyton's work, today I'm going to shout out sure as hell the happiest i've ever been

“Why Vegas?” Calum asks.

Michael shrugs, trying to play it off but he can’t help the truth slipping out. “It seemed kind of romantic.”

“Gambling and Elvis impersonators are romantic to you?”

or

malum take a spontaneous trip to vegas. and they get married. spontaneously.

also so say that i'm a rainbow (and tell me that I'm bright)

“Of course I want to, I’d love nothing more than to share what we have with the world. But only if you want to.”

Maybe there’s something familiar in Michael’s eyes that settles Calum. It’s the way he’s looking at him, he thinks, because it’s the way he’s been looking at him since they were 15 and didn’t know what they were doing with anything. The eyes looking back at him are the same eyes he fell for all those years ago. It’s just Michael.

“I want to.”

or

mali-koa writes a pride song. michael and calum use it to come out.

from Bella @clumsyclifford we have the malum section of spidy!au, latest nostgalgia, or happily ever after

Calum’s not cute.

Well, okay, Calum is cute, but that’s not something a straight guy should be thinking about, and — Michael’s not straight, but he’s trying to keep that particular fact on the down-low, so he can’t really speak to it. Still, objectively speaking, Calum is cute, and Calum is talking, and if Michael were the type to get distracted by cute boys talking, he’d be fucked.

He blinks. Calum’s watching him.

“Sorry?” Michael echoes. “I missed that last part.”

also by Bella, a part of my heart that you'll never change

Then they release an album, and that blows up, and then Calum somehow convinces management that they should go to Brazil for the World Cup, which is weird because Michael is pretty sure they’re scheduled to play the Where We Are Tour for, like, all of the World Cup, except apparently the Switzerland show has been conveniently cancelled (not convenient for the Swiss, though, Michael guesses), and that leaves them with a comfortable three-day window.

They go to Brazil.

i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you is the amazing superhero au by @igarbagecannoteven

But when Calum had become apprentice to the city’s biggest superhero two months ago, a lot of things changed. The main one was their nights. Instead of staying up doing homework and hanging out until they both crashed into their respective beds, Calum would slip out their window to save the day and catch the bad guys, and Michael would lay awake in bed until Calum returned, paralyzed with the fear that some night Calum wouldn’t come back at all.

the creek walk small talk series by @cringeycal is awesome, i love adri's writing style

Seeing a stranger’s footprint in his spot rips apart the imaginary curtain Michael’s woven between his creek and the rest of the world. Right now, he needs that curtain fully intact and drawn tightly shut.

A splash louder than the average rush of the creek comes from off to Michael’s left, downstream. He doesn’t bother looking. He knows who it is.

“Rough day?” asks Calum, sitting cross-legged on the ground next to the log, halfway in the water.

I could sift through works by various other writers we both know to find more but these are the ones coming to mind right now!

#ask #taylor #fic rec #malum #i feel like there's less malum out in the world than there used to be #i feel like people used to write them more #it's probably less that malum isn't being written and more that other pairings have become more popular around it #so malum isn't being written less the others are just being written more #which makes me feel better about having two malum fics in the oven right now #gotta ensure that they're equally represented in current fic stats

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Text from the Past! [N:TWEwY/Neo Zeta Earth]

"What are you doing on your phone Rindy?" Shoka ask, seeing him eyes glue on the phone when it supposed to be a hangout date with him.

"Hah?" He look up from his phone, blushing, "Em, nothing! I was just taken some backlogged."

"Really, looking in the past?" Shoka said with a hint of sneakiness, "Gezz, you really can't help going back there."

"I mean, I just not like I can changed them any more." RIndo said, "Beside, I just looking some of your old Swallow account chat logged and to be honest I feel like an idiot for not catching on sooner. Some of stuff starting to make sense in hindsight."

"What? You finally get I was your old online buddy and was trying to help you in the Game?" She ask him.

"Yeah. But." Rindo said. "I'm taking back before all of that. In fact here:"

As he show one of the chat log, One of them show a image of Mr Mew as Cait Sith.

Rindragon: hi i just got this special events mon seem like gn had been ad. Swallow: OMG!!!!! Swallow: gimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimme Swallow: Ive been looking for that so HARD TTwTT Rindragon: lol ok Rindragon: didnt think you be that excited Rindragon: here you go [trade link] Swallow: you are a life saver Swallow: I own you 1!

Shoka look and starting to cover her face with the hoodie. "I didn't really think you being of a fan of Gatto Nero, I just though you like the special events Mod back then." Rindo said. "You not wrong." She mutter "Just the best of both world, how can I not be excited?"

"That not all." He said, as he show him another chat logged. "Here someone else that made me think about it in hindsight."

Swallow: hey you okay? Swallow: you havent text for a week now Rindragon: sorry it just Rindragon: an0ther haven't been posting for a month now. Swallow: oh Rindragon: tbh I'm not sure what I can do now. Rindragon: an0ther inspired me yknow. Swallow: Rin. About An0ther. Rindragon: what about him? Two minutes pass Swallow: He could be busy Swallow: It not like he can post all the time Rindragon: i guess :/ Rindragon: "i'll wait until I'll died." Swallow: best you dont died Swallow: trust me Swallow: it isn't pity

She had nothing to say to this, giving a sorry look at him. "I guess you didn’t wanna to tell me that he was in the Game or..." Rindo said, "That he was big rotten scam artist?" She said bluntly "I knew An0ther was scamming people with those Copy Quote of his. If I knew he was in the Game, I’d would had beaten him up sooner. Really Rindo, Did you want me to brake your ideal world?"

"I mean, it better late then never." Rindo said "It kind of nice that you didn't, that you care, I mean I'm fine now, he kind of have it coming."

"But this one." He said showing her another chat logged "I not sure if you be okay with this."

Swallow: wgbnfvb vfgb  bfjdb vj Rindragon: what Rindragon: u ok Swallow: sorry a lizard was messing my phone Rindragon: ??? Swallow: my sis pet iguana Rindragon: oh Rindragon: wait u had a sis Swallow: adopted sis Swallow: she taken me in Swallow: n she own a pet iguana Swallow: sometime her love is 2 much Swallow: gtg good luck on u hunt

"Hah. I remember that. I was yelling at Ayano about that Iguana after that." Shoka said having some fond memory, "She been teasing me all day after that."

"Yeah you two was really close." Rindo said "You have no idea how hard for to talk to you on that day. Many Reset just so I can get it right..."

"Good Job, You almost doom the city because you couldn't talk to a girl from get go." Shoka said. "Yeah, Sorry about that."

"Is there any more." She ask him. "Well just this one." He said showing him the last chat logged.

Rindragon: say what youre name Swallow: what Rindragon: it just i doesnt know ur real name Rindragon: like maybe id know u in person Swallow: you sure :/ Swallow: isnt just being your birdy friend good enough Swallow: im dont even know u name 2 Rindragon: it ok ill tell u mine if ull tell me ur minute pass Rindragon: hello? Swallow: im sorry :( Swallow: it just Swallow: id want too but Swallow: does it matter? Swallow: like dont need to be friend in RG Swallow: RL* Swallow: i am swallow to you Swallow: just like you are my rindragon Rindragon: i was hoping Rindragon: that we get to be friend in rl Rindragon: and it hard Rindragon: only being text buddy Rindragon: we could play fango in person Swallow: that sweet ^_^ Swallow: but we just in 2 different world :( Swallow: id wish we could but Rindragon: but what? >_< Swallow: id hate to see on that side Swallow: it better that we been online buddy Swallow: is that okay? Rindragon: alright

"Yeah..." Shoka said "About that..." "Was because you was a Reaper and I was a Human in the RG?" "That and if I did, you would had look up my death report and..." Shoka said "I didn't want to scared you."

"I mean, I can get why?" Rindo said "But I wouldn't really look you up, there may not even be something to look up, you from Shinjuku, in a time where Shinjuku didn't existed in the public."

She giggle at that. "I guess I didn't really existed at the time."

"Witch can be worst is someway." Rindo admitted. "Someone that I been friend for never really existed. I could had gone mad, question my reality, that I could had made up, or...."

"Or I was a bots." Shoka ask him. "Yeah, that could work too."

"It not like it really matter now." She said "I'm here, you know who I am now. And same for you."

"How long you knew that Rindragon was me, back in the game?" He ask her. "Honestly." She said, looking down "From the start of your 1st week."

"I was gonna contact you, to check up on you." She said "But I couldn't, not before I got the text from you about some event. You was linked to the Reaper Networking Service, under Player."

"I just thought something bad had happen you that got you killed." She said "But then it click on me, Rindo, Dragon, RinDragon. Oh my fucking gosh. I even look up your icon and it yeah that was you, alright. I was feeling really dumb that I just met you and didn't do a good job getting you into the game. "

"So you knew all this time?" Rindo said. "Yep." "Even when I was being rude to you?" "Totally." "It must be hard for you." He said to her.

"It was. But I put on a brave act." She said "Really Rindy, I want you do push me away, I didn’t ready want you to catch on that I was your online friend."

"Yeah, you said can't we couldn't be friend in the game." Rindo said. "But I did my best to help you, with recruiting Nagi, giving you the answers, having Kaie and Riko into giving hint along with bribing some of Reaper to go easy on you on that day."

"Don't forget that you did lead us into finding Beat, or where he would end up at. Replayed, you told us that he was at Shibuya Hikarie." Rindo said, "Ah, good to know."

"And look what happen when I try to help you, I got suspended to a Swallow account, been strip of my Reaper power. And being use a spy to reclama my Reaperhood." She said and looking down. "I-I didn't really think you let me join your team."

"You did help us, I didn't really want to leave you behind." Rindo said "There so many reason to be Honest."

"Must be hard for you do so." Shoka said "More so with me wanna to stay by your side and wanna to save Shibuya."

"Rindo. I was gonna tell that I was Swallow when I joined you." Shoka said "But with Motoi, I didn't you want to worry about it."

"I thought so." Rindo said "If they one thing we had in common is that we had a hard time making decisions, I'm proud of you, able to pull yourself together make the call in the end."

"Sometime it feel like it wasn't the right choses." Shoka said. "I know right?" "Even if it wasn't, we still manage to pull thought it." Rindo said "We all can't make the right choses. We all can't turn back time and make the right choses in the end."

"Said the one that had that power back then." Shoka said. "It wasn't really mind to begin with." Her remind her.

"Still no point mopping about the past what we could had done." Shoka told him, "We got our happy ending." As she kiss him on the noise. Making cover his face with the mask, hiding her blush. "Y-Yeah, guess we did."

#RinShoka #Shoka Sakurane #Rindo Kanade #Neo-Zeta Earth #Zeta Earth #Fanfic #Neo The World Ends with You #Neo TWEwY #NTWEwY #Neo The World Ends with You Spoilers #Neo TWEwY Spoilers #NTWEwY Spoilers #rindoka #The Dragon Swallow

[thecassadilla]

Anything For You

Pairing: Kristanna

Word Count: 3,688/AO3

Summary: Anna agrees to go camping despite her uncertainties, but Kristoff has a few tricks up his sleeve to make their experience more comfortable.

Author’s Note: Hi all! Here I am, once again writing about a topic that I know nothing about. I’m sure I got something wrong haha. I’m also the most indecisive person on the face of the earth, so I couldn’t decide how to end this. I don't even know if any of this makes sense tbh XD I hope you enjoy it regardless! 

“I don’t want you to leave,” Kristoff sighed.

“I wish I could stay, but we both have work in the morning and I have to drive home.” Anna wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that,” he said sheepishly, before pulling away and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “You didn’t actually plan to do anything except hang out this weekend, right?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Well, I was hoping to go camping. I haven’t been in a long time - since before we got together - and I’d love for you to come with me,” he explained, before hastily adding, “But only if you want to, of course.”

“I’ve never been camping before,” she responded, feeling a bit uneasy about the idea. Any vacations that her family had taken had always been to some kind of fancy resort; the thought of camping had never crossed her mind as a thing people really did until she was a teenager.

“I know, and I know it’s probably not something you’re thrilled about, but it’s only for two nights. I really want to go hiking and fishing before it gets too cold out.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “If that’s what you want to do.”

“Really?” he asked, his face lighting up. 

“Of course! Don’t be silly.”

“This is going to be so great,” he smiled. “I wasn’t sure what you were going to say, but I’m really glad that you’re willing to come along.”

“I’d do anything for you, Kristoff,” she promised, giving him another hug for good measure. “I’ll let you know when I get home, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay, drive safely.”

“I will.”

She spent the entire twenty minute drive agonizing over what the weekend would be like; she knew nothing about camping. In her head, all she could picture were tents and sleeping bags in the middle of the cold, dark woods. She was so focused on her thoughts that she had no recollection of the actual drive; with a sigh, she made her way inside, taking notice of the fact that the lights were still on, which could only mean that her sister was awake. She kicked her shoes off in the entryway and texted Kristoff before venturing in. 

“Hey,” she called out as she approached the living room.

“Hi,” Elsa responded, not taking her eyes away from the book she was reading. “How are you?”

“Pretty good,” Anna responded, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “I’m going camping this weekend.”

Elsa looked up at her younger sister and blinked a few times in disbelief. “You’re going camping?”

“I know,” Anna cringed. “But it’s something that Kristoff really likes to do, and it’s not like I’ve ever done it before, so I don’t really know that I’m going to hate it.”

“I don’t know, sleeping on the floor in the middle of the woods sounds very unappealing to me.”

“Yeah, but we’ll be in a tent.”

“What about bugs? Or bears? Or the countless other wild animals that lurk in the woods?”

Anna shrugged, a bit of anxiety rising in her. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“And what will you eat? Where will you go to the bathroom?”

“I don’t know, Elsa,” she answered exasperatedly. “Look, I’m going to go and if it’s really awful then I’ll just request that next time we get a camper or something. But I don’t want to disappoint Kristoff and say ‘no’ off the bat because he does everything that I want to do.”

Elsa nodded thoughtfully. “That’s really nice of you. I don’t know if I would be willing to do the same.”

“I have a feeling that you’ll feel differently if you ever love someone,” she muttered under her breath, sliding off of the couch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go figure out what on earth I’m supposed to pack.”

She headed upstairs to her room, and sat down on her bed before grabbing her laptop and logging on. After a few minutes of research, it became clear that she didn’t have most of the things that were required to go camping in the fall, and amidst her anxiety returning, she decided that a quick call to her lifeline wouldn’t hurt.

Kristoff answered on the first ring. “Hey, Anna.”

“Hi, honey. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“So, I’m trying to figure out what I have to bring with me this weekend, and I’m having a bit of a hard time because I don’t really have any of the things this website says I should have.”

“Like what?”

She squinted at the screen whilst reading off some of the items to him. “Waterproof boots, a rain jacket, a sleeping bag...sleeping pads? I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s like a cushion that you put down so you aren’t sleeping on directly on the hard ground,” he explained. “It’s also an extra layer of insulation.”

“Gotcha,” she remarked. “Will we have time to stop somewhere so I can get these things?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it covered.”

“I have total faith in you, I do - but unless you have a pair of boots in my size laying around somewhere, we will have to stop and get them.”

“It’ll all be taken care of,” he assured her.

“You know what? I’ll go to the mall and buy the stuff I need before we leave on Friday.”

“I don’t have any issues with stopping,” he promised. “You don’t have to rush out and go buy a bunch of stuff.”

“Alright,” she said, cautiously. “Can you text me a list of clothes I should pack? And what type of bag I should pack them in.”

“Absolutely, but you really won’t need as much as you think you do.”

“That’s easy for you to say; you’re a human furnace. It’s probably going to be very cold at night and everything I’ve read says to wear lots of layers.”

“Just...trust me,” he breathed, in a rather content tone. 

It was both comforting and alarming to her. “I trust you.”

“Please try not to worry about it, it’s going to be great.”

She smiled to herself. “I’ll try.”

“Good, now try to get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“And don’t forget to send me that list!” she called at the last second, and she heard him laugh before the line went dead.

Her phone buzzed a minute later; she glanced down at the text that read, Warm clothes, toiletries, backpack. Don’t overthink it. Love you.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes; it was the opposite of helpful. Regardless, she sent back a message thanking him, setting her mind to doing more research and getting the necessities at the mall.

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A trip to the mall after work on Friday was not enough to quell Anna’s anxiety about the camping trip; she still felt wholly unprepared, even as she was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, folding her clothes and allowing her mind to race. A soft knock on the door brought her back to reality. She looked over, and Kristoff was leaning against her doorframe.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here already!”

“I texted you, but it’s not a big deal. Elsa let me in.”

“Sorry, my phone is charging over there,” she said, pointing to her desk.

He sat down on the edge of her bed and watched as she hurried to throw her clothes into her backpack. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Maybe.” She shoved the sweatshirt into the bag and changed the subject. “I went to the mall today.”

He cocked his head. “I promised that we would stop to get the stuff that you needed.”

“I know. We still have to stop at the camping supplies store for my boots. The sporting goods store at the mall was all sold out and I need them.”

“We’ll get them. What’d you get at the mall?”

“I bought wool socks. And a puffer vest and a fleece jacket. I already had a hat and a scarf and mittens, of course.”

“That sounds good, you won’t feel cold wearing all of that.”

“I had to go on a wild goose chase for leggings, though, because all of the Victoria’s Secret leggings I have are made of cotton and that’s not a good material to wear while camping, apparently.”

“You did a lot of research about camping, huh?”

“I had to, my boyfriend was being intentionally vague,” she remarked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I wasn’t being intentionally vague,” he corrected. “You’re not an avid hiker and camper, you don’t really need special camping-only clothes.”

She zipped up her bag. “But you like camping, so this is probably not a one time thing - unless you plan on going without me after this.”

“You’re always invited,” he assured her. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I feel a little unprepared, though. Are you sure that I have everything I’ll need?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he chuckled. “It’s going to be fine.”

Anna stood up and unplugged her phone and it’s charger, stuffing them both into the side pocket of her backpack. She slid one of the straps over her shoulder. “Ready.”

He followed her down the stairs and to the front door, where Elsa was waiting. 

“Be safe,” she said, pulling Anna in for a hug.

“We will,” Anna assured her. “See you on Sunday.”

“Have fun!” Elsa called from the doorway as they walked out.

They climbed into the car, which was parked at the end of the driveway, and Anna set her backpack on the floorboard near her feet. Kristoff started the engine, then leaned over the center console to reach something in the backseat. Upon turning back around, set a box on her lap. “Here, these are for you.”

It was a shoe box. She flipped open the lid and inside were grey hiking boots with purple accents and laces. Her breath caught in her throat. “You bought me boots?”

“Yeah, you said you needed them.”

“You remembered my shoe size?”

“...Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “Was I not supposed to know?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I only dragged you shoe shopping, like, once so I didn’t think that you knew what size I wore.”

“You didn’t drag me anywhere,” he corrected. “It’s just something that I paid attention to. I know for a fact that you know my shoe size even though I’ve never bought shoes in front of you.”

“I do,” she nodded, looking down at the box again. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“Anything for my girl,” he grinned, shifting gears from park to drive. 

The drive up to the campsite went by fast; the roads were empty and they were able to enjoy each other’s company and talk as they made their way through the mountains, as well as stop at a diner for a quick meal. After an hour on the road, Kristoff pulled into a parking lot surrounded by lush green pine trees.

“This is the place?” she asked, a wave of anxiety rushing over her. The sky was overcast and it was a little foggy, and on top of that she couldn’t see any visible trails or signage from where she was sitting. She figured that there had to be one around here somewhere.

He nodded, parking on the far end. “This is it.”

He climbed out of the car and went around the back to open the trunk. In the meantime, she opened her own door and twisted so her legs could hang out and she could put her boots on. She toed off her sneakers, and slid her foot into the first boot, realizing for the first time how heavy they were.

Kristoff appeared in front of her. “You need some help?” 

“No, I’ve got it,” she answered, tugging the laces through the hook eyelets. When they felt tight enough, she tied the ends onto a knot and started with the other boot. When she finished, he held out his hand and she took it before hopping out of the car. 

“Put your sneakers in your backpack,” he recommended. “You’ll be dying to take those off when we get to the site.”

“Okay,” she agreed. She did as he said, squeezing the shoes into the bag and then slid her arms into each of the straps. She closed the door and walked back to the trunk, growing concerned when she realized he hadn’t brought that much stuff along with him. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“It’s right here,” he said, patting the duffle bag. 

“There’s no way that that’s everything we need for two nights.”

“Everything’s in here,” he assured her.

“You’re joking, right? Where’s the tent? The sleeping bags? Food and water? They can’t all possibly fit in that tiny bag.”

He placed a hand on each of her shoulders. “Anna, relax, you’re working yourself up over nothing. I’ve got it all covered, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, exhaling shakily. She wasn’t quite sure if she believed him, but he was the camping expert. 

He removed his hands in order to close the trunk, and then took her by the hand. “Come on, we’re going this way.”

He led her toward a densely packed area of trees, no path in sight. She gulped. “We aren’t going to be following a trail? We’re just going to...walk in the woods?”

“Yup,” he answered.

“That doesn’t seem very safe,” she remarked. 

“I know these woods, we’ll be fine.”

Although he was trying to be reassuring, it was not helpful in the slightest. Her mind was wandering - what would they do if they encountered a wild animal? Or if they got lost - how would help find them? Would they starve to death or freeze to death? Meanwhile, Kristoff was as cool as a cucumber, forging ahead and seemingly doing so without a care in the world.

They walked for a long time, much longer than she had imagined they would. The woods were damp and cold, with lots of ups and downs in the terrain. A slight separation formed between them, and she trailed behind him, struggling to keep up. They kept the talking to a minimum, until she recognized the area that they were in.

“Hey, haven’t we passed these trees before?”

“No.”

She wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. “Are you sure? Because I swear that I’ve seen this fallen tree.”

“It’s your mind playing tricks on you,” he assured her. “Just keep walking, don’t pay too much attention to the trees because they all look alike.”

She threw her head back in a moment of frustration and groaned, but did as he said and kept walking. She kept reminding herself that he knew a lot more than she did, but it was incredibly difficult to not worry about their safety. Her feet were starting to ache from wearing the unbroken-in boots, and carrying the weight of her backpack was getting harder and harder on her back and shoulders with each step. When it had started to become noticeably darker, and they were still walking, she spoke up again.

“Kristoff?” she called, a little breathless from the thin mountain air. 

He turned around. “Yeah?”

“Shouldn’t we stop somewhere soon? I know that you’re the camping expert, but it’s getting dark out and we still need to set everything up.”

He stopped for a moment, allowing her enough time to catch up to him before they continued. “The site is just a little bit further ahead, we’ll make it.”

“I trust you, but you’re making me a little nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he assured her, in a sincere tone.

She stopped dead in her tracks regardless. “No offense, but that’s something a serial killer would say.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Did you just accuse me of bringing you out here so I could murder you?”

He reached out to take her hand and she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s just a little too convenient. I may be a lot smaller than you, but I could kick your ass if I have to.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he chuckled, motioning for her to continue following him.

She did, though she tried to keep a safe distance in case she had to run. “You’re just acting so...strange.”

“You’ll see why as soon as we get past this cluster of trees.”

Suddenly, the land in front of them cleared into a wide open space. He pointed to a rather large campground that was not populated by tents, but rather by a few wood cabins. “There. That’s where we’re staying.”

Her heart was racing, now. “But those are cabins.”

“I know.”

“Wait, are we not sleeping in a tent?”

“We’re not,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Surprise.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m so confused.”

“Look, I know that you’ve never been camping before, and I really wanted you to come along, but I knew that you were a little uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping outside.”

“You did this for me?”

“Of course,” he said in a low voice, before pressing a kiss to her temple. “You agreed to come because you knew it would make me happy. The least I could do was make sure that you would be comfortable.”

“But I just…accused you of being a serial killer. And I threatened to beat you up.”

“Because I spent an hour and a half leading you in circles around the woods and deflecting your questions to throw you off.”

She blinked a few times, unable to slow her pounding heart or her racing mind. “I don’t know what to say.”

“How about we go check it out?”

“Okay,” she nodded.

The walk across the field was much easier than their trudge through the woods. 

“My truck is actually parked right over there.” He pointed to the right, and though it was hard to see, there was a parking lot just past the furthest cabin on that side. He then pointed to the furthest cabin on the left. “We’re staying in that last one on the left.”

“How did I not see any of these?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Because I parked on the far end and took you through the woods, behind the cabins. If I had wanted you to see them, you would’ve.”

“This isn’t technically camping, you know,” she pointed out. 

“It’s glamping,” he smirked. “Besides, we can’t have you freezing to death out there.”

She frowned. “I just feel bad that you got jipped out of a real camping trip.”

“I didn’t get jipped out of anything,” he promised. “We can go hiking and fishing, we can build a campfire right outside of the cabin and look up at the stars, and best of all, you’re here with me - that’s the most important thing.”

In no time, they were walking up the stairs to the small deck of the cabin, where two chairs and a small table sat. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door before leading her inside. It was much nicer than she anything she could’ve expected; a large, comfortable-looking bed in the far corner, and a couch near the front door. It was cozy and quaint, and the absolute opposite of sleeping in a tent in the middle of the woods. 

“It’s not fancy, but there’s a bed, and a bathroom, and a kitchenette,” he said, pointing out each of those areas as he said its name. “I already stocked up the fridge, and look! We have electricity and heat, but there’s also a fireplace and we can keep a fire going.”

She was at a loss for words, and frankly, a little disoriented. The boots, the cabin, it was all so unexpected and so...thoughtful. So romantic.

He glanced down at her face and squeezed her shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m just a little shocked, that’s all,” she answered, her voice soft and shaky.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I totally wasn’t expecting this and I’m a little overwhelmed, but in a good way.”

“Do you need to sit down?”

“No, no,” she said, frantically waving her hands around as she spoke. “It’s just that I agreed to come camping to make you happy, and even if I absolutely hated it, I’d still do it again because I know you love it and I love you so I want you to be happy all the time, of course, but then you turn around and do this amazing thing to make me happy, and even though I’ve known for a long time that you’re the person I want to be with for the rest of my life -”

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“More than anything,” she breathed. “I’ve never been so certain about something.”

“I feel the same way,” he cooed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I want a lifetime with you.”

“I didn’t even know that loving someone this much was possible,” she mumbled, reaching up to his face and gently brushing her thumb against his lips before settling it on his cheek. He leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I really can’t believe that you did this.”

“You make me so unbelievably happy,” he confessed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him; she closed her eyes, taking in his smell. He smelled vaguely of pine and body wash and sweat, and she was sure that she smelled the same. His leaned down, his breath was warm on her face when he whispered, “I’d do anything for you.”

She softly pressed her lips to his before leaning back to meet his gaze. “How about we make good on that promise, then?”

#kristanna #kristanna fanfic #anna #kristoff bjorgman #frozen #frozen fic #my writing

[sapphiics]

even numbers for the top 10 long answer asks !! <3

oooh thank you leah!! this is long i’m so sorry

2. Top five songs right now and why

Edge of Midnight by Miley Cyrus and Stevie Nicks

I’m really into Miley’s whole rock thing right now, and the song just reminds me of like Blondie and Kiss! and the lyrics hold up enough that I can not only enjoy the tune and musicality but sing along and actually enjoy it.

La Lune by Madeon and Dan Smith

i first heard this song in this instagram edit for one of my favorite ships, nathan and haley from oth, over a year ago and it is still one of my favorites. The best part is definitely the pre chorus, but the chorus itself is really good to. It just talks about how things don’t feel the same, and whenever I listen to it I get like a burst of energy I can’t even explain.

I’m just a kid by Simple Plan

That song sounds like a documentary of my life. I feel as if I’m wasting away and not doing enough (even in a pandemic where the whole point is to stay at home as much as possible) and I feel alone most of the time, like nobody cares about me. Plus it’s early 2000s grunge(?)/rock so It’s an automatic favorite.

Figure 8 by ellie goulding

Oh my not only is her voice so amazing in this song, the music just sounds good. reminds me heavily of 2014 type stuff, like when Calvin Harris and Avicii were in their prime, and it’s a song that I scream the lyrics to while dancingaround my kitchen at 2am while sweeping.

23 by Jimmy eat world

This is me and my older sister’s song. She’s a senior in high school and our relationship was very tumultuous for most of our lives, but we’re in a really good place right now and this song is one we scream together in our kitchen whenever rit comes on one of our playlists. I first heard it on one tree hill, and I showed it to her and the entire song is how you have to reach for what/who you want before you’re alone for the rest of your life, and it pushes me to reach for my dreams before life passes me by. I won’t always be young forever.

4. Least Favorite memory from school

I’m 9 years old sitting in the principals office.Fifth grade. I was such a mean kid, and I acted out a lot because of unresolved issues at home, and bullying form earlier grades. I remember picking on this new kid, and I found out his chrome book password and logged in to his computer. I got my chrome book revoked, and I just remember sitting there and having my counselor look me in the eyes and say ‘ you’re a bully. I’m sorry to say it but that’s what you are.’ i’m sad and ashamed and angry, because this was the woman who did absolutely nothing when I was getting horrifically bullied by this one boy in the third grade, who called me a mistake from god, but I was also horrified by myself for becoming the person J hate the most. Elementary School was just bad tbh.

6. Describe one of your favorite people: My Brother.

Technically my half brother (same dad) but even though he didn’t live with my dad as a kid he’s only ever known my dad’s family, and his kids call my mom grandma. He’s 18 years older than me, but we’re pretty close and I tell him almost everything about myself. He’s open-minded and really nice, and most of my best memories as a kid were with him.

When he first moved in with us, me all of 3, my sisters 6 and 8 respectively, and him a good 21, we barely conversed. He had school and multiple jobs, on top of learning to speak english. It wasn’t until my second oldest sister went to him, crying about how he never spent time with us, that he quit one of his jobs that week, and dedicated the next years to being someone who I have always counted on in every capacity.

My parents worked a lot when I was young, my dad gone to work at the airport early in the morning, and my mom finally getting the nursing job she wanted since she moved to America, so my brother took us everywhere. We lived within very short walking distance of an elementary school, so he took us to the park, pushed us in the swings, helped us ride our bikes, and spun us in this little yellow swirly thing, like a wide funnel with small railings that you sit in.

For my tenth birthday, he took me to the water park with one of my friends. My oldest sister’s fourteenth birthday, he took her to an amusement park with friends. My other older sister’s 12th bday, he took her and some friends to the movies. A girl in my sixth grade class had her parents surprise her at school by coming to lunch and eating with her, and I wanted the same thing. Not even thinking about my parents, cause I knew they were too busy, I ask my brother (and my sister-in-law) to come, and they did with my baby niece.

When Frozen came out, he took all of us to go see it. When Maleficent came out, he took us to the movies to go watch it. The very first movie we ever watched together was the Adventures of Tin-tin. I haven’t watched it since, but I recommend it to everybody I know. The night he proposed to his now wife, it was after taking all of us to go watch Mr.Peabody & Sherman, and to Johnny Rockets afterward.

Also he’s really funny, 6’2, and we have this long running joke on what year he was born. I still don’t know for myself, and I’ve seen documents, passports, and old photos. Gave me two perfect nieces, an amazing sister-in law, and hates on God as a joke. I don’t think I know a better guy.

sometimes when I sit with and talk to him and my sisters, this moment just happens where I’m looking at all of them and the epiphany of‘these are my siblings. nobody will ever be closer to me, both biologically and emotionally, than these people. I am you and you are me, just scrambled differently.’ Even though he has a different mom, he’s such an integral part of my life that he’s just automatically included.

8. Childhood Band I liked.

Fall Out Boy. I was a huge pjo fan, as were my siblings, and I watched those little mvs on youtube with viria(are they still a thing)’s art to fall out boy songs, and as a kid who was growing up and learning things at an alarming rate that has definitely messed up the way I understand my world, Fall Out Boy’s music was the perfect vessel to express my anger. I can remember the day in 2014 where a new pjo mv dropped, to the tune of The Phoenix by FOB.

this is already super long and gianna asked for ten so i’ll link the answer here

#long post #a day in the life #leah🦸‍♀️ #ask

[greyykittyy]

[09/21/2021] 04:24 [Apawcawlypse]: :O 04:25 [Zadias]: Sup 04:25 [Apawcawlypse]: my fur 04:25 [Zadias]: Swiggity 04:25 [Apawcawlypse]: XD  what you up to 04:25 [Zadias]: Probably gonna do torghast 04:25 [Apawcawlypse]: ah ok 04:50 [Apawcawlypse]: no offense but you should leave that guild.. i ncant force you to but it might be wise you do before its too late 04:52 [Zadias]: Eh, I'm not worried about it 04:52 [Zadias]: I helped make it and I like the name 04:52 [Apawcawlypse]: i dont know why you even stay there 04:52 [Apawcawlypse]: like i feel sobad for you 04:52 [Zadias]: Well for one because guilds don't really matter to me, and beyond that Nev is in it so 04:52 [Apawcawlypse]: my guys had a convo earlier about this and its like... 04:52 [Apawcawlypse]: no i mean with nev 04:53 [Apawcawlypse]: in general 04:53 [Apawcawlypse]: we feel bad because you have no choice but to deal with ehr and kiera 04:53 [Apawcawlypse]: thats really sad 04:54 [Zadias]: Eh, don't worry about me 04:54 [Apawcawlypse]: i cant make your choices but i can sit here and tell you thats not a smart move being in a house where a female has control over you and who you talk to 04:54 [Apawcawlypse]: i do worry 04:54 [Apawcawlypse]: cant blame me for being a friend 04:55 [Zadias]: Technically I talk to who I want and I haven't spoken to Kiera in a couple days 04:55 [Zadias]: But I appreciate you worrying about me 04:55 [Apawcawlypse]: tbh if i was in your shoes id tell nev fuck off i will not talk to kiera and you cant force me to 04:55 [Apawcawlypse]: im sorry to be so harsh man 04:55 [Apawcawlypse]: i just feel really bad 04:55 [Apawcawlypse]: you dont need that shit in your life 04:56 [Apawcawlypse]: nev will find out how much of a bitch she is one day and drop her like a bad habbit 04:57 [Apawcawlypse]: me personally i dont have issues with nev.. but kiera is manipulating her 04:57 [Zadias]: Technically she'll probably stay with her - regardless of how much of a "bitch" she is until Kiera breaks up with her 04:57 [Zadias]: It was that way with Fallenstar too 04:57 [Apawcawlypse]: and nev needs to get tough and just boot kiera 04:57 [Apawcawlypse]: kiera knows shes using nev with healy 04:57 [Apawcawlypse]: ive seen it 04:57 [Apawcawlypse]: you have too 04:58 [Zadias]: Wait 04:58 [Apawcawlypse]: you cant sit here any deny that you know its happend 04:58 [Zadias]: I thought you said you didn't care about healy anymore 04:58 [Apawcawlypse]: i didnt say i didnt care, i know if i said anything nev wouldnt belive it anyways 04:58 [Apawcawlypse]: so i said idc she wont listen 04:59 [Zadias]: Eh, idk 04:59 [Apawcawlypse]: you told me neve didnt care anymore 04:59 [Apawcawlypse]: so that says enough 04:59 [Zadias]: Let's not talk about Nev it gets exhausting 04:59 [Apawcawlypse]: well im sorry but someone has to tell you this shit 04:59 [Apawcawlypse]: its obvious you know what i mean 05:00 [Apawcawlypse]: hell id straight up ignore kiera and not give a shit what nev says 05:00 [Zadias]: I've had plenty of people tell me these things 05:00 [Zadias]: I don't care really 05:00 [Apawcawlypse]: you are not her bf you dnt have to do what she says 05:00 [Zadias]: I'm going to be friends with Nev period 05:00 [Apawcawlypse]: im not saying nev im saying kiera 05:00 [Zadias]: If that means I also have to be neutral with Kiera - her mate - so be it 05:00 [Apawcawlypse]: dont let nev tell you its a choice you have to make 05:00 [Apawcawlypse]: thats where you ignore kiera 05:00 [Zadias]: I want Nev to be happy, she wants her best friend and mate to get along, I'm going to make the choice to do that 05:01 [Apawcawlypse]: so you let her control you 05:01 [Apawcawlypse]: you just said it 05:01 [Zadias]: I"m tired of every conversation we have end up having those two as a focus 05:01 [Zadias]: If that's going to continue I"m doing to remove and block you 05:01 [Apawcawlypse]: so you admit to letting her control you 05:02 [Zadias]: I admit to being done listening to you continously claim that 05:02 [Apawcawlypse]: i am not saying to leave nev im saying stop letting her tell you what to do 05:02 [Zadias]: I don't care 05:02 [Apawcawlypse]: -sigh- 05:03 [Apawcawlypse]: i just dont want to see you hurt again 05:03 [Zadias]: If you wanna be friends we can, but I"m not going to keep entertaining these talks and claims 05:03 [Apawcawlypse]: just know that is the only reason 05:03 [Zadias]: I will be hurt again, it's life, it's inevitable 05:03 [Zadias]: I don't care if I get hurt, I've been hurt a million times already 05:03 [Zadias]: I deal with it, I get over it, I move on 05:04 [Apawcawlypse]: well if kiera winds up fucking with you and you lose your home with nev i dont know what else to tell you 05:04 [Apawcawlypse]: thats a problem 05:04 [Zadias]: Bro\ 05:04 [Zadias]: I'm done 05:05 [Apawcawlypse]: im soryr to be point blank bud.. 05:05 [Apawcawlypse]: ill chill.. just dont ever feel like you did anything wrong 05:06 [Apawcawlypse]: where are you i will come sit with you alone and we will change the topic 05:06 [Zadias]: I'm gonna log, too stressed to deal with wow right now

Zaddy — Today at 5:24 AM Look, you don't know what's really going on, I've told you I'm tired of it and that I don't care, you obviously don't seem to listen, I gave you my warning and you failed to heed it. I'm sorry but I'm sticking to my best friend no matter how much I get annoyed with her, I will always stick with her. If you want to continue to talk bad about her and her mate, fine but I'm done. It was nice while it lasted but goodbye and I hope you have a good life.

[rhywhitefang]

OCs you made! And also if you want: Hunger Games MMFF characters that aren't ours

Phi, dearest, can I just say you are an absolute sweetheart and I appreciate you very much <3 

That being said, you probably mean my Hunger games MMFF OCs and I have to confess that I don’t like enough of those to put them in a Top 5. Many of my Humger Games OC are either just... fine. Or their appeal is more in how they’re written than how I presented them. So... hear, for the first time, about some of my other random OCs I don’t talk about usually... I will try to keep them to a minimum lol

1. Lucy - Lucy is a character who went through a lot of phases way before I even met her. Funnily enough her very first iteration was actually a very nice, sweet, and not at all insane person with a huge focus on etiquette and diplomacy, and a tendency to solve problems through more subtle indirect means/sneakiness, but really nothing sinister about her. Gradually, she then evolved into her weirdass worldview and became a greyer character until I finally made her into the version I sent you, who, arguably, has nothing to do with her very first iteration. Of all these, some version of her is probably the character whos been with me the longest

2. Kester - of all my Steckbriefe that aren’t Lucy, the one I like most so far is Kester (i considered putting Phosphor on this list but that felt really weird considering the Inspiration (tm) lmao). He is a nice boy and I had a lot of fun writing him. Not to toot my own horn, but I think he has a lot of character (also he wont shut up in my mind, Kester I don't caaaaare xD) 3. Avery - This is another character with History (tm). Ironically, he kind of went through the opposite development process of Lucy where he started out actually a pretty sinister and villainous character, and then gradually turned into the literal angel we see in blank rune. I *love* how you portray him, Phi!

4. Pandora - Okay so basically she was in a scifi thing where she and a bunch of other people were created as artificial beings/kindof ai, kind of cyborgs on a planet that explicitly created people like her to be the lowest servant on the basis that it saw them as subhuman. She and a totally not gay for her, no sir, because Linda’s still in the closet Friend (tm) who was also in the lab with her were sold to aristocracy and then eventually ran away and formed a rebellion. They had a clash of ideology where Pandora thought the entire planet was irredeemable and doomed to oppression and wanted to blow up the entire fucking planet, and Fox (aforementioned Friend) wanted to do Rebellion and Reform. I think Fox murdered her in the end. I know there was this whole thing where Fox pretended to be her in public appearances because Pandora was not only like super frail and sickly, but also had agorophobia

5. Connor O’Brien - man as I was going through my old RP sheets, I remembered Connor and got really excited to tell you about him until I realized something that now is fucking HILARIOUS to me because i genuinely haven't noticed it before. But um. So connor. He has red hair and freckles. And a little sister he cares deeply about and wants to protect. And an evil mentor figure who wants to corrupt him into darkness. Have I mentioned that he can shapeshift into a bunny? i swear to you i am not making this up. 2013 rp logs exist. The OG bunny boy i am so embarrassed lmao. i genuinely didn't make the connection.... his sister is nothing like june, either. Plot twist though - he was a really nice kid who was awkward and sweet and a little naive. It was only his plot that was ridiculously edgelord because his evil mentor like forced him to kill other magicians to absorb their power and he had all this “I am a monster” drama where he was forced to do all these things through magical compulsion. RIP

I have a few other random weirdos I don't think I ever mentioned but.... yeah xD Sorry lol

Now about your next question - I’m assuming that I’m also not allowed to cite Blank Rune characters, right? That - tbh - leaves mostly just Areionverse characters, but I will do my best!

1. Jonathan Stone -  dropped your crown king. many have tried but none have surpassed you

2.  Trace Withney - remember when character arcs were a thing? I miss that. Shoutout for my boy Trace for having narratively consistent and satisfying development <3

3.  Arsinoe Marrha - she cut off her own ear, she was cool af, and she definitely deserved better

4.  Angus Colville - he is lower on the list because he got kind of more boring over the time, but that's not really his fault and more the writing style deteriorating me growing out of the style. Angus was super fun and it was really refreshing having a positive character in the mix

5.  Jocelyn Noxon - it was a toss up between Joce and Chespin but I hated the treatment of Chespin in the very beginning so Jocelyn it is! Again! Character development. We marvel at the sight!

#thank you phi #secret linda lore #sorry about my problems and issues #i will avoid talking about myself or the things that i enjoy so hard lol #im also bad at explaining the things i create so it usually comes out sounding stupid.... #herania

[s-j-ace]

The Same Question

Chapter Three

Characters: Shuichi Saihara, Ouma Kokichi

Words: 3360

Summary:

After Detective Shuichi Saihara encounters mysterious thief Kokichi Ouma for the first time, a game of cat and mouse ensues as both men ask themselves the same question. Why exactly does the elusive phantom thief do what he does?

This is Chapter Three, Here are Chapters One and Two

Read on AO3

[Log of Text Messages from Kaede Akamatsu’s Cellular Device]

From: Me

Hey Shuichi! How's it going? I haven't heard from you in a while. I keep forgetting I'm a human person and not a piano machine while I'm on this tour lol.

From: Shuichi! :D

Hi Kaede! I'm sorry! I forgot to check in on how your tour is going, probably because I've been kind of busy myself. How are you?

From: Me

No need to apologize silly 

I'm doing ok

Just craving human interaction that isn't a graceful hand shake or an approving nod rn 

Hey if you've been busy that means you're working another case, right? 

From: Shuichi! :D

Haha yeah I guess.

Or at least I'm trying.

From: Me

👀

You wanna talk about it or is this one still top secret?

From: Shuichi! :D

Uh

Well

I guess there's no client or victim to protect with this one

And there's nothing really stopping me from talking about it

But it's not that interesting to be honest.

From: Me

You're talking to a girl who is on her phone rn to avoid playing hoity toity with a bunch of rich people who like dressing up fancy more than they actually appreciate music :///

Anything is an improvement tbh

From: Shuichi! :D

Haha ok

Well

So like I've been tracking some thieves for a while now.

From: Me

Oooh is this like the Novoselic case?

From: Shuichi! :D

No it's more like a series of robberies than one big robbery.

From: Me

The intrigue,,, 😲😲🤔🤔

From: Shuichi! :D

Anyway it's just a group of thieves

They just robbed this casino and it's a little frustrating

Because I looked at the security tapes and they just kind of…

Walked in…

And the thing about these guys is that they all dress up like clowns

So like it’s literally just eight clowns on the security tape coming in and picking things up and leaving and there’s other people in these videos but no one even looks at them twice????

From: Me

Ffff that’s pretty funny…

From: Shuichi! :D

Hmm.. I’d probably have found it more funny if the owner of the casino hadn’t been crying and shaking me while I watched it. They dropped one of the chandeliers on his car or something.

From: Me

What??? Chandeliers????

From: Shuichi! :D

Yeah, the boss clown dangled these chandeliers off the side of the roof to distract me while these rare videogames were being stolen. Then he broke them when he thought his crew could get away.

From: Me

How is that not interesting??? That’s super intense Shuichi!! It makes me want to play movement three of Moonlight Sonata...

From: Shuichi! :D

Is that the really fast one

From: Me

Yes!!! :DDD

I’ll make a melomaniac of you yet!

From: Shuichi! :D

Does this mean you’ll stop making fun of me for getting a C in music appreciation senior year

From: Me

Oh yeah the real reason we broke up lol

From Shuichi! :D

Haha yeah.

Uh, anyway. With the thieves.

I know they're going to land in Cairo in a few days but I don't know what they're stealing.

From: Me

Hey! Rantarou's going to Cairo tomorrow!

You want me to see if I can get you a ride on his jet?

From: Shuichi! :D

Oh no you don't have to do that

From: Me

Yeah, but I'm going to

Unless you really don't want me to but I think that you do so...

From: Shuichi! :D

I dunno

That would be very nice

I'm a little low on a travel budget and I'm in Reno Nevada right now

From: Me

Oh huh where's that

From: Shuichi! :D

In America, like eleven hours away from where you are

From: Me

So? Rantarou's a trust fund baby he could afford the detour

From: Shuichi! :D

Yeah but also like

I'm pretty sure he hates me?

From: Me

Whaaaaat

Rantarou doesn't hate you

Last time you saw him you literally helped him track down all twelve of his missing sisters

From: Shuichi! :D

Yeah but I just get the vibe that he doesn't like me

From: Me

Shuichi you have social anxiety

---

From: Me

Hey you don't hate my friend Shuichi do you

From: Avocado Hair

Hmmm…

I don’t want to be mean

From: Me

Yeah you don’t >:/

From: Avocado Hair

But I thought he was a little suspicious when I first met him…

Don’t get me wrong, Shuichi’s nice and seems reliable enough

But also he’s your ex and I don’t trust exes of my friends just on principle

From: Me

...

From: Avocado Hair

Listen obviously I think Shuichi is cool now

But also it was kind of sus when he was just creeping around your shows without introducing himself…

From: Me

I invited him to those! >>:0000

From: Avocado Hair

Yeah, I know that now

He’s a nice guy alright? Really, I do owe him one

Or twelve hah

From: Me

Great! You’re picking him up from Nevada tomorrow

From: Avocado Hair

I'm doing what now

From: Me

From: Avocado Hair

So Nevada, huh?

---

From: Shuichi! :D

Yeah but also sometimes I'm right when I think people hate me

Having social anxiety does not make that not true

From: Me

I set everything up :)) he says you're a cool guy and he'll call you when he lands in Reno

From: Shuichi! :D

Oh

That's very nice of him

From: Me

Shuichi Rantarou owes you like 12 life debts

From: Shuichi

Finding missing persons is my job, it’s hardly something to owe a life over

From: Me

Shuichi it was 12 missing persons 

My mans Avocado lost track of twelve whole sisters and you found all of them and now you think he's capable of hate??? smh 😔

From: Shuichi! :D

I'm sorry okay?

From: Me

You don’t need to be!!!

--- 

    Shuichi Saihara found himself, one week after the heist in Reno, on practically the other side of the world. He was  blending in with the scattered crowd of tourists circling around the new exhibit at The Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo, Egypt. As he looked into the wide-eyed, gilden face of a newly dug up sarcophagus, Shuichi struggled to convince himself that this wasn’t a complete waste of time. Interpol and the Boulaq Police Department certainly seemed to think it was... 

Back in Paris, Interpol hadn’t ended up giving Shuichi access to DICE’s next encrypted letter of intent. Instead, after Shuichi gave his testimony to the Paris Police and the investigation was essentially wrapped up, it seemed like Agent Kiyotaka Ishimaru decided to make an appearance just to have the pleasure of yelling at Shuichi about how many protocols he would've just broken if he were actually beholden to the employment of any law enforcement agency. 

… okay that wasn't a fair characterization of Agent Ishimaru. He was a nice enough guy. He just wasn't as disillusioned with the authoritarian reality of national militias given power by systems of government forged when people still thought eating your own vomit cured smallpox. One time he gave Shuichi a juice box, and some cookies his husband made, before chewing him out, so that was pretty nice. Although maybe that was only because Shuichi had just gotten lightly stabbed by an internationally wanted drug dealer…

    Regardless, Agent Ishimaru was far from pleased that Shuichi was “performing acts of covert vigilantism again,” despite the fact that Shuichi had absolutely no idea DICE was even on the flight and therefore his reactionary investigation didn’t include anything illegal, such as stalking, that would be classified as unlawful vigilantism without the backing of the appropriate law enforcement agencies. 

When Agent Ishimaru was done giving a speech about Shuichi’s naivete, he ordered him to get off the case. Luckily for Shuichi the Paris Police thought he was with interpol because of this exchange, and they let him look at security tapes and flight records from the two closest airports. He’d been able to deduce their arrival at Reno, but wasn’t able to figure out what DICE’s mark would be until the heist was already under way. He’d just barely been able to stop them from stealing every single vintage game console from the Silver Legacy Resort. 

    After looking at tapes from the Reno-Tahoe International airport too, Shuichi had been able to deduce DICE’s next destination was Egypt, but Egypt was a country and had a lot more national landmarks than Nevada did and honestly Shuichi didn’t even know where to start looking for possible burgleables. Rantarou, a friend of Kaede's who was nice enough to give Shuichi a ride to Cairo, had asked him to check out the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities first. 

Apparently Rantarou's family could trace parts of their bloodline back to old money European families which had partaken in the awful rich people trend of the 16th century where they would just rob graves in Egypt and eat parts of mummies. As a result, they had a bunch of artifacts that didn't belong to them, so Rantarou often made trips to Egypt to return as many as he could. Right now a lot of those artifacts were getting packaged to be shipped to the Grand Egyptian Museum in Giza, because the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities was due to be superseded by it next year. He was off somewhere mixing with Museum staff while Shuichi took stock of all the possible entrances around the exhibit. 

    The museum was rather crowded, and as a couple walked up behind him, Shuichi suddenly felt that he was very obviously blocking the view of the sarcophagus display he was in front of. He muttered an apology and moved away, turning around to look at a vase closer to the corner rather than the center of the room. Like most of the artifacts on display it was in a glass case, which Shuichi had noticed seemed to be of the make and model of the kind rigged up to a silent alarm system of some sort. If the cases were opened, the guards in the security booth near the front of the museum would most likely be notified. Although, the exhibit pieces in the cases themselves didn’t seem of much note to Shuichi. There were, of course, priceless artifacts held up on stands or splayed out on ornately embroidered mini-rugs inside the cases, but none of it quite seemed to fit DICE’s MO. Maybe he could look into the other exhi...bits….

    Shuichi’s train of thought trailed off as he noticed that on the other side of the vase he was looking at stood a young woman in a headscarf who he could tell was giving him a weird look. 

    Shuichi’s inner voice made a noise that would have sounded like, “Hghhhhhh” if he were speaking out loud.

Was he in front of something again? Did he have something on his face?

    Okay maybe she wasn’t looking at him and he was just being weird.

    His gaze flitted up to momentarily take in the heavily makeuped face and he instantly found himself locking eyes with the very familiar dark purple irises of a complete stranger.

Shuichi did a double take as he realized that this was not, in fact, a young woman.

Wait, did he really know that? Maybe he had just assumed the thief was a guy. Shuichi squinted. How do you ask an internationally wanted thief their pronouns?

“What pronouns do you use?” Ah okay, like that. Thanks for nothing internal filter.

“His majesty/His imperial highness,” The thief replied automatically as if he already knew what Shuichi was going to ask them and had remarks prepared. “Rat/rat bastard are also acceptable.”

Shuichi took that to mean that the thief wouldn’t be offended if he referred to him with masculine terms. Ugh, wait what where was his head at right now? 

Shuichi began to maneuver around the vase to apprehend him, but as he moved the thief moved at the same time, so it ended up looking like they were playing ring around the rosey with the vase display.

Shuichi stopped. The thief stopped too. 

He started going around the other direction. So did he.

They stopped again.

While maintaining eye contact, Shuichi attempted to discreetly move his hand into his pocket so that he could text Rantarou that a robbery was definitely happening right now. He had gotten pretty good at typing on his phone without looking, but as he slipped his hands in his pocket the thief’s eyes followed.

If he considered that Shuichi might have been reaching for a weapon, he sure didn’t look it. The man’s posture was relaxed and as he watched the grin on his face widened impossibly.

“Is that a phone in your pocket that you’re using to discreetly notify the authorities of my presence, or are you just happy to see me?”

Uh.

Shuichi sent the text -- he had managed to type out a simple “HELP” to his most recent contact, which was probably Rantarou -- and quickly pulled his hands out of his pocket. He maneuvered them instead into a placating gesture, glancing around at the trickle of visitors wandering through the exhibits around them.

“I… Don’t want to cause any unnecessary alarm…” Shuichi started to say as he tried to think of any way to de-escalate this conversation.

“Oh, trust me,” The thief began in an earnest tone that Shuichi definitely knew not to trust. “Neither do I.” 

Suddenly, the glass case lifted up and Shuichi realized the thief had somehow managed to pick the display case lock during their impromptu round of ring around the rosey. Which hopefully set off an alarm of some sort?

Yet as Shuichi glanced around he couldn’t spot any form of security in between tourists, none of whom seemed to see what was happening. Or maybe it didn’t register as suspicious to them? 

It certainly registered suspicious to Shuichi, who was now looking directly at the thief’s heavily makeuped face. He didn’t look anything like the first time Shuichi saw him, except for the facial expression that seemed to indicate he could just decide to pull out a knife or jump off an airplane at any moment. Shuichi had only a moment to connect this expression to that of the black and white cat that kept knocking over the potted plants on Kaito and Maki’s balcony before the thief’s hand was raised and already coming down on the ancient vase. The priceless artifact took a nosedive off its display pedestal, and Shuichi dove to catch it. 

Thankfully, Shuichi managed to grab the vase out of the air in the nick of time, just careful enough to prevent it from shattering into a million pieces on the floor. Not so thankfully, Shuichi was the one who fell on the floor instead. He hit the ground, but hey! At least the vase was fine! Then again the natural oils on his hands probably weren’t especially helpful in the grand scheme of the artifact’s preservation…

Shuichi moved to stand up, but froze as he realized that every eye on the room was on him. 

Uh. Okay. Time to. Not. Freak out about that. Yep. 

Oh shit oh shit oh shit they were all looking at him what if they thought he was-

Wait. Where did DICE go?

Shuichi heard a loud, sharp sound, and turned instinctively. He found that the thief had stepped behind him at some point, and had backed up to blend in with the rest of the crowd. As the sharp sound repeated, Shuichi came to the realization that the thief masquerading as a young girl had clapped. And now the man behind him was clapping to, and the woman behind him, and the lady behind her and almost instantaneously Shuichi came to the realization that the whole room was clapping, and that it was a distraction. As the clapping continued, the thief stood still as curious museumgoers pushed forward in the crowd to figure out what was going on in this corner of the display.

The thief was disappearing from view. Now was his chance.

In the brief instant Shuichi and the thief locked eyes, the detective saw his challenge. That it was not only a challenge, but a question. 

Will you drop everything to chase after me?

He had to make the decision now.

Shuichi chose to stand up to his full height and turned to place the vase safely back into the display case, closing it back up.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake he made in Reno, chasing after the man whose face he knew rather than keeping in mind the nine other just as capable operatives. He was starting to learn that DICE always seemed to take two steps ahead, and that if Shuichi wanted to do something it was most likely something that would benefit their plans. So he resisted the single-minded urge to chase the thief in to instead take the preventative measure of scanning the nearby displays for anyone trying to take advantage of the distracted crowd. 

He didn’t even watch as the thief disappeared into the crowd, and instead pulled out his phone. 

Rantarou had replied very helpfully to his “HELP” text with a carefully chosen one word reply. 

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[Log of Text Messages from Shuichi Saihara’s Cellular Device]

From: Rantarou Amami

What

From: Me

Sorry

Don’t panic

But I am fairly certain that this museum has just been robbed

From: Rantarou Amami

...

what

    From: Me

    Uh

    It’s a lot to explain

        From: Rantarou Amami

    Just call me

    You were in a call with Rantarou Amami that lasted 38:56.04

     From: Rantarou Amami

    Hey is that interpol guy done yelling at you yet

        From: Me

    Oh geez

    Did you hear all that?

    From: Rantarou Amami

    I mean like

I got the gist of it

And the gist of it seemed to be

“Shuichi! Stop being such a good detective! You’re making me look bad!”

From: Me

Oh haha

I guess that was something along the general theme

I’m not really a better detective than him though

He’s just the kind of guy whose like 

RULES NEED TO BE FOLLOWED BECAUSE I DO NOT QUESTION AUTHORITY

But also I think his husband is like in a biker gang or something

From: Rantarou Amami

Come on Shuichi give yourself some more credit there

If you’re not a good detective that means that at best I’m an awful one

You found twelve missing people in one week who I had been searching for for five years

Also you literally just stopped a museum robbery

From: Me

Oh, sorry I don’t mean to be like weirdly self deprecating

But also I would contest the fact that I stopped a museum robbery with the evidence of the fact that the museum definitely still got robbed

From: Rantarou Amami

Yeah but like

The only part of the museum that didn’t get the carpets stolen from it was the room you were in

Which literally had the most valuable rug in the whole building in it

Like seriously even the carpet built into the floor of the gift shop was stolen

Also you saved that vase

One of the anthropologists here almost cried when he saw that girl push it over in the tape

From: Me

That is weird isn’t it

I think the rug being an actual exhibit might’ve been why DICE didn’t go for it

That’s not their typical MO

From: Rantarou Amami

Wow… that compliment dodge tho…

From: Me

Oh

uh

Sorry

From: Rantarou Amami

You’re good man

Hey do you need a ride back to the hotel

Shuichi?

Hello?

…

From: Me 

Oh sorry, I was doing some research 

I can get back to the hotel on my own

From: Rantarou Amami

Ok, cool

From: Rantarou Amami

Hey just checking in again, did you get back to your room okay?

From: Me

Oh, yes I’m here

Actually I was just about to text you too

I’m sorry to ask so much of you Amami

But could you possibly drop me off in Taipei on your way home tomorrow?

#shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi danganronpa #kokichi ouma #kokichi danganronpa #oumasai #saiouma #fanfiction #Phantom Thief AU #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa #writing #This is later than I said I would post it but I know most people read these at 2 am anyway

[darkestangel1326]

Prologue - This was real life. Right?

Hey lovelies. So I know it is likely no one is going to read this but me but I just had to write this anyway. For me. Posting for the same reason! Fic under the “Keep reading” cut, but here’s how I got here: 

This all started when I wondered what would happen if MC was a scientist. Or a science grad student. But then I thought, what would be enough to compel a scientist or science grad student to stop their sciencing realistically for any amount of time? Because as my previous PI says, every scientist becomes a mad scientist at least in one point in their careers for their research - this is especially true for grad students. 

Then, I just never understood the whole returning a phone excuse Unknown gave MC to lure her into Rika’s apartment. Like MC, with her own phone, is gonna return a phone she doesn’t even have, just because Unknown was persistent? He even says he’s a student in the States who will eventually return home so what was with the urgency to go to find the owner? If he really wanted to return the phone, he could’ve mailed it since he has the address right? We know he does because he sends MC there. It just always bothered me.

Finally, I wanted to slightly self-insert to make the MC (Emme C.) a bit more human so that it even if you couldn’t change her choices, it would still be entertaining. I heavily relied on second person, to help give it the mystic messenger vibe though I’m not sure it works.

This prologue is some character building for Emme C. (Actual name: Emme Cee), brief OC appearances and, for my sanity, this is all taking place in the US. TBH I’m not even sure how deep I want to go with this story. I just know I needed to write it. 

 So without further ado!

“My biggest fear and why? Hmmm,” you mulled it over and took another sip of your beer, after your lab mates glared at you for an answer. 

Or former labmates - you were leaving for grad school in a few weeks so this was kind of your farewell social. Even with your general distaste of beer, even you had to admit this one was really good. 

You closed your eyes and sheepishly rubbed your neck. “This is gonna sound weird but a time loop,” you answered hesitantly.  “It just makes me uneasy to be stuck in never-ending cycle, replaying the same scenario over and over again with no end in sight.”

“True but we are in academic research!” Marie answered, a teasing lilt to her voice that transformed into a chuckle. 

“Yeah you might have to deal with it during your Masters program, especially the thesis stage.” Whitney continued, joining in with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me,” you giggled as you took another sip - a longer sip - of your beer. “But that’s not exactly what I mean either” you persisted, a bit more seriously. 

I’m afraid of replaying the same day, the same events, the same interactions over and over again, not knowing why or how to stop it,” you finished more seriously. You took another sip of the fizzy drink and felt your equilibrium teeter a bit. 

“You mean like that movie Groundhog Day?” Aurora quietly inserted.

“I haven’t seen that movie but if it’s like what I said, then yes, that’s it,” you answered, your fizzy drink now gone. 

“Sorry wait. Why are you afraid of time loops? I think I missed that part. Wouldn’t replaying the same day and seeing how your choices change events be a good thing?” Sally asked. Technically, she was completely right - repeatability was one of the sacred ideals of science after all. Plus, If you really thought about it, you hadn’t actually said why you’re afraid of time loops, just that you are.

“I’m afraid of never moving forward - of never progressing, no matter how hard I try or work. A time loop means, yes, I’ll know what my choices would entail, but not how to escape or what the triggering event for my release could be. I could replay the time period of the same few weeks but for years without knowing how to escape and move on. And, I guess, since it took me so long to even start my Master’s and I felt like I might never be able to, this fear was just born,” you admitted, pouring more beer for yourself. 

I mean an actual time loop where every single thing happens the exact same way, down to the underlying rhythm of conversation. And where you can’t escape until you figure out the common problem then fix it. How would you escape it? And what if you mess up, in different ways, forever? Who would want that?!

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You awoke with a sigh, realizing you had that dream again. Or was it a flashback since this happened a few weeks ago? You shrugged your shoulders and got to work sorting boxes. You were set to start on-campus work in a few weeks so you were just trying to do the bare minimum research wise. Plus, you wanted to really focus on decorating your new apartment and get acquainted with the town since you’d be living there for the next few years. 

After a few hours of scrambling and organizing, you sat on the floor (you were still in the process of buying furniture), and looked at your emails. 

One in particular caught your attention, so much so that you took off your glasses and rubbed your eyes, almost laughing at such a cartoony response. The subject line of this email was what confused you. It read “missing research paper - need citation”. It was an unfamiliar email, moreover, it was sent to your previous college email, which was linked to your past research publications.

Curious, you bit the inside of your cheek and read the email. 

“Dear Emme, 

Hope this email finds you well. I am a student from XXX University and have been working on a research project concerning XXX. Your research was one of the most recent and prominent examples as to why this area needs further study, however, I have not been able to access the paper I saved as a bookmark in my web browser. After extensive searching, I have been unable to find the original paper or even one of the articles that referenced it - almost as if the article has completely disappeared from existence! Is there a reason the research article is gone? If not, could you provide me with an idea of where it is and the proper citation for my research article?”

what. whAT. WHAT!?

Your research couldn’t be gone! This didn’t make any sense! Yes it was a few years old, but it couldn’t be gone from the web! There are research papers from the 1960s that are archived and accessible online for goodness sake!

You had to calm down. Take deep breaths. You continued trying to breathe as you pulled out your research flash drive. You looked for the paper on your there and found it, sighing in relief. It grounded you, reminding you that your work did exist. Just as you were set to attach the file and corresponding citation to the email, your internet stopped. 

Scratch that, your entire laptop stopped. 

You groaned. Yes, this was an older, refurbished model, but it’s been working fine. The screen distorted for a second, as if the extra pixel boxes emphasized the frozen nature of your screen. Before you even had time to process it, your laptop unfroze and you breathed a sigh of relief. 

Thank heavens. You had just moved and weren’t sure you could realistically afford a new laptop anytime soon. As you look over your screen, however, your relief shifts to panic. 

omg. oMG. OMG!

It’s gone. Your research files. The ones on your laptop and on your flash drive. The email is gone. Before you can refresh the page you get logged out. You can’t even log into your old email account - Error 404 Not Found. 

Your heart races. Then, it aches. You worked so hard on those projects. They were part of your scientific fabric and now both were just gone. Your years of work, gone in seconds. 

You felt like crying. But you decide not to, at least not until you’re in the shower where the tears can blend in with the cascading liquid as you sing emo music. 

For now, you decide a quick walk and some fresh air are what you need, so you grab your keys and head for the mailbox. You’ve only lived in this apartment for a week but you check the mail constantly in an effort to get in the habit rather than because you expect something. 

But today, you did get something. A small parcel with no return address. Curious, you take that and the grocery flyers to your apartment and open the package there. 

A phone? It’s from the same company as yours, just a slightly older model.

You blink at it, almost telepathically asking it what it’s doing in your mailbox. You decide to turn it in to the mail service and are about to put it back in its envelope when you notice a note. 

“Charge me” 

“What the hell is going on today?” You mutter as you pull out your charger and plug it into the phone.

You sit on the floor with this new phone in hand and sigh. “Why am I even taking orders from a mysterious note for anyway?”

Just then the screen lights up. There’s no passcode so opening the phone was super easy. The phone’s screen and minimal app selection almost made you think it was new, but the lack of setting it up told you that wasn’t the case. Who would buy this phone and not use it? And why did they send it to you? 

There is one app that calls to you, mostly because you’ve never seen it before. And because it was unlike the rest of the default apps on the screen.

RFA? What’s that?

Just then, the screen turns dark and green characters zoom up through the screen. You sucked with all tech but even you knew this reaction was abnormal. You swore you didn’t press the app but seeing the phone continue reacting, you become less confident. 

“Hello?” 

You stare at the screen. ‘Unknown’ was messaging you. 

You respond. Stupidly. Naively. And without thinking about the consequences. 

Because this was real life. Right?

What’s the worse that could happen?

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I’m debating taking this next part a few routes...we’ll see what I decide...

If you, by any chance made it all the way down here, can you drop a reblog or something with your thoughts? Was Emme Cee likable? Did the flow make sense? Do you like where this is going? Let me know! 

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme fic prologue #DA writes #This was Real Life. Right?

[krisseycrystal]

For fluff bingo maybe bed sharing with ryushima from p5?

TBH i already did “bed sharing” from my Fluff Bingo! card, BUT just for you, anon, i’ll make an exception

in return, please consider lending whatever aid you can to some places that haven’t received as much attention but still have been hurt and need support:

EMW Women's Surgical Center, the only licensed abortion provider in the state of KY; took damage but they are STILL OPEN and need support

Central Camera Co., the oldest camera store in Chicago, IL; has been around since 1899 and now everything’s burned & destroyed

SacDelux Consignment Store, a black female-owned luxury consignment store also completely destroyed and needs to rebuild

& many more!!

with that said, enjoy the “bed sharing” + ryushima <3

- o - o - o -

It was, perhaps, a younger and more naive version of Ryuji who had been under the impression that sleepovers were cool. His experiences with sleepovers as a kid as taught him they were cool, anyway, but those had clearly been under better, rose-colored-glasses years. Sleepovers had always been much better when he wasn’t warded away from his own hotel room because of too much PDA between his roommate and said roommate’s girlfriend, anyway.

Now he’s in Akira and Mishima’s room—which is, admittedly, what he wanted in the first place—and even Ann’s here, too, but Mishima is still groaning and miserable and it’s 2:11 in the morning and Akira already nodded off on the couch ages ago, glasses still on his dumb face, while Ann is spread-eagled on the other bed, shamelessly sawing logs. 

How the hell did he get stuck being the one to play nurse to Mishima, again?

Ryuji sighs and sits on the edge of Mishima’s bed. He’s curled on his side, as close to the opposite edge as he can get to the small paper-towel-bottomed plastic trash sitting on the floor as a just in case. It’s kind of a pathetic sight, but Ryuji knows he’s been plenty pathetic like this before, himself.

Awkwardly, he pats Mishima’s shoulder. “Hey, bud, uh…how’re you feelin’?”

Mishima groans. Again.

“That bad, huh?”

Mishima sniffs. “Sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

“You can go ahead and sleep if you want.”

“I—” Ryuji scratches at the back of his head with his free hand. “—yeah, uh, no offense, but if you need to run to the bathroom again, I’m not gonna get all settled on the floor only to end up tripping you on your way.”

Mishima sniffs again and rolls onto his back. He frowns up at Ryuji in muddled, nausea-befuddled confusion, until he remembers the arrangements they had decided the previous night. “Oh. Right. You drew the spade.” After a moment of thought, he shrugs. “Then why don’t you just sleep here?”

“Dude, no. I’m not making you sleep on the floor—”

“—no, I mean…”

But Mishima doesn’t finish and in that expectant silence, pieces click into Ryuji’s head.

His face blooms red. “Uh—”

“—I wouldn’t—it doesn’t have to be weird. We don’t have to make it weird. We can just sleep with our backs facing each other. It’s just…y’know. So you can get some rest, too.”

Ryuji doesn’t know what to do here. Is there a precedent for this? Surely he used to share futons with his friends growing up. That was fine, right? Cool? Chill? Normal? Uh, some other synonym for something that doesn’t make his body itch and burn and buzz in the weirdest of ways? 

Why does Mishima’s offer…do that?  

“Ryuji, please,” Mishima murmurs, voice small and miserable and sorry, “I’d hate to be the reason you stayed up all night and didn’t get to enjoy the island tomorrow because you were still jet-lagged.”

“Y-yeah,” Ryuji’s traitorous mouth says before his brain can tune in to stop it. “All right.” 

Then Mishima smiles like he’s actually relieved and any opportunity Ryuji had to take those words back went right out the window.

Awkwardly, slowly, and maybe a little stiffly, Ryuji lays on his side, putting his back to Mishima. 

“Ryuji, you know you can—”

“—it’s fine,” Ryuji lies and doesn’t budge to try to slip under the covers Mishima’s huddled under. “I’m too hot, anyway.”

Mercifully, Mishima doesn’t press. Ryuji keeps his gaze pinpointed on a vague spot on the off-white of the opposite wall he can see above Ann’s head. He listens to the rustle of cloth, feels the dip in the mattress and the slight tug on the bedsheets he’s pinned under himself and tries not to imagine what Mishima must be doing or what he must be thinking or the way his short, dark hair must splay across the pillow. It doesn’t matter. Mishima said not to make this weird, so he’s not going to make it weird. The tempting warmth at his back, so close and yet so inconveniently untouchable, is fine.

It’s all fine.

It’s better than sleeping on the floor, anyway.

“Good night, Ryuji.”

Ryuji clears his throat, He forces his eyes shut before he breaks his brain by thinking too hard. “G’night.”

Sleep, when it comes, is actually just as easy as it was for a younger and much more naive Ryuji after all.

#persona 5 #p5 #p5r #ryuji sakamoto #yuuki mishima #ryushima #bed sharing #fluff bingo! #krissey writes a thing #fanfic #idk if this will get traction or if anyone WILL want the charity commissions but #if it gets these places some more aid i'm for it #Anonymous

[destinysthralls]

[prompto voice] i want to rp with my friends all day!

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@dawnryse : okay so i’ll admit we definitely got off on the wrong foot in the ffxv server (through no fault of our own really, just big misunderstandings as far as the eye can look), but you’ve given me a real appreciation for platonic relationships. i know we haven’t meshed together perfectly on any one plot, but i really appreciate you reaching out to me so much with the GIFT of your friendship, and i really appreciate every conversation we have bc ur so funny and nice and u have such great ideas!

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#follow forever for ts #long post cw #positivity cw #not rp #ooc

[yoong-seok]

Ring, Ring

Pairing: yoongi x reader, romantic or platonic, up to you! 

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Word Count:  1362

Warnings: This does bring up/deal with panic attacks and anxiety attacks. 

A/N:  Hi! I haven’t posted in a long time mainly bc I kept writing, editing, deleting, and so on. This took two months...and even now I’m not fully satisfied, but sometimes you just gotta let things GO. I’m thinking of having a lil mini-series? with each of the members. It’ll be called Ring, Ring! I hope you guys enjoy, and as always any critique is welcomed! (also im sorry if there are still some mistakes!) I want to also shout out to @versigny !!! I had asked her if I could use a line she had used in her fic bc I loved it so much and it tbh inspired this and she was sooooo nice and kind. Pls follow her (but u prob already do bc her writing is beautiful). I didn’t end up using it, but her kindness is just something I have to thank her for!

Within the expanse of your bed, you feel cold. As you lay curled up, head bowed down, legs brought up your stomach in a loose fetal position, your teeth chattering and your heart feeling lonely. Growing up, you had the comfort of your loved ones. From summer vacations with your cousins, piling on the beds, sharing blankets and jokes; to winter holidays, fitting too many onto a small loveseat as you opened any gifts and shared stories. You never once felt alone. The warmth and love had always washed over you, and you’ve grown so used to it.

But, now, you’re all alone. Far from your family with a new house in a new city, a new job, and a new life. It’s overwhelming. The emptiness of your house is suffocating. You take in each breath from your nose, the icy air stinging as it travels down to your lungs and back out again. Tomorrow, you were going to walk around and acquaint yourself with the new surroundings, but you don’t want to. You want to go back home. Back to warmth. Back to your family—their love and reassurance. Back to-

"Hello?" you hear. As you calm down, you notice you’re sitting against the bed frame, phone in hand. Briefly, you check the screen to see who’s on the other side of the phone.

"Yoongi," you try to breathe out, but the panic attack still hasn't left your lungs, so you barely choke out the 2 syllables.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" his voice is gruff, laden with concern. You don’t even know what time it is, but the sky absorbs the aura of lights from the city. "Hey, it's okay. You’re at your new place, right?  I'll be there in 5 minutes. Do you want me to stay on the line until I get there?" You shake your head and croak out no. "I'll see you soon."

You hang up and only then do you notice the time: 2 AM. He was sleeping, and you woke him up because you didn’t know how to be alone. How stupid. Your breathing became ragged. Hiccups falling between every few breaths. You wipe your tears harshly and quickly go to your call logs to call Yoongi back. Tell him he doesn't need to come over. You're sorry, you shouldn't have disturbed him, he has a full schedule tomorrow and he needs as much sleep as he can. Yet, as the ringing continues, you know that he’s already on his way.

You’ve known Yoongi for nearly half your life. The two of you had met in high school. As a lonely freshman, you walked around during lunch period, trying to find somewhere to eat. You decided to sit next to the music classroom. Finishing your sandwich, you heard someone playing the piano from inside the room. You peeked through the small window and saw the back of the blue suit from the school uniform. The soft notes of Fur Elise were playing before he stopped and began playing a piece that was unfamiliar to you. It sounded good. He was really good. The lunch bell rang and he turned, seeing you staring at him. You quickly threw your lunch in the trash and ran to class, feeling your face grow hot.

The next time you saw him was later that day when you were waiting for your mom to pick you up. You were staring at your phone and didn’t notice him walk next to you.

“You were outside the music room, right?” his low voice asked. You jumped slightly. Your ears grew warm as you recognized the face.

“Um...yeah. Sorry…” you mumbled. He said nothing for a moment, and you feared that he would make fun of you.

“Why were you sitting alone for lunch?” he asked. You looked up at him, but he kept his eyes forward.

“Oh, um, I’m a freshman. I don’t have friends, yet...” you answered him, slightly shocked that he was keeping a conversation with you. He paused again.

“Did you like it?” he asked in a softer tone. “Not Fur Elise...the other thing.”

“Oh yeah! I didn’t recognize it, but it was really good.”

“It was uh....” he sighed, “It was my own song. I’ve been working on it for a while.” Your eyes widened.

“No way! It was so good. It sounded beautiful! I don’t know much about music, but it was really pretty.” He finally looked down at you and you found yourself mesmerized by his brown eyes, and beautiful pale skin. And he let out a small smile. You found yourself smiling back at him.

“My name is Yoongi.” He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m ____.”

The doorbell rings through your apartment. You get up from bed and open the door.

He’s in sweats and a stained t-shirt that is likely from the laundry basket. A light black jacket covers his frame. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his black hair was sticking out in all directions. He walks inside, arms reaching out to a hug. The jacket and t-shirt have residual cologne, a musky scent with a mix of something you couldn't place...kimchi?

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was already driving when you called and it was on vibrate, I didn't hear it or see it until I got here," he says, the gruffness from earlier still lingering. “Are you okay?” Why is he apologizing? You’re the one who called him in the middle of the night, woke him up, made him worried enough to drive to your apartment. He has nothing to apologize for, you did.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry for worrying you and waking you up, I bet you have work tomorrow,” you mumble into his shirt, the sound of your voice muffled.

“Psshh, no. I was already up,” he says. You give him a knowing look. He tries to keep a straight face but gives up after your continued glare. “Okay, so I was sleeping, but don’t be sorry. I’m glad you called me.” You groan lightly into his shirt and mumble out another apology. "Let's go to bed," his voice barely reaches your ears. You nod noticing your lack of energy. You lay down and he sits against the headboard. He's being so kind and patient, not forcing you to say anything or asking any questions. It reminds you of how nurturing he is. You don't deserve him.

"I just got so overwhelmed," your voice is soft, yet the cracks from the panic attack are still reminiscent. You stare at the ceiling. He hums. You turn and face him. Instinctively, you burrow into his chest.  Yoongi lightly wraps his arms around you before speaking,

"Do you want to talk about it?" You deeply breathe in his hearty scent again. Your eyes flutter shut. Home.

“I’m just so alone," you begin to ramble. "I always had friends or family with me, but now, I’m by myself and I don’t know anyone here, and I’m so scared to go out and have to experience everything all alone. It’s too much for me.”

Yoongi is silent.

"I know you don’t want to hear me say that you’re not alone…I hated it when everyone said it to me…” You realize he probably went through a similar experience when he first moved to Seoul so many years ago. “Everything feels so scary. And it seems like you’ll never fit in.

“But, you’ll make friends. You’ll meet people. You think you’ll feel lonely forever, but I promise it won’t.” He lifts your head. The deep coffee of his eyes stare into your soul. You feel vulnerable. You feel naked. "And you have me and the boys. You can always call us.” He smiles, looking into your eyes. Feeling the original comfort of warmth, love, and reassurance, you smile back.

You don't know how to respond or what to say. Yoongi brushes his lips against your hair and you grip onto him. The change wouldn't happen overnight. Not much will change over the next few weeks. But, you feel safe knowing that Yoongi is by your side for the unknown future.

#yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #suga x reader #suga scenario

[serialthrillkisser]

99 questions tag

I was tagged by @imthetree-yourethecar

1.DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

I have no closet door, unfortunately

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?

yes

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

out because i never make my bed i’m a slob

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?

no, but the street sign in front of our house almost fell once and we were realtempted lol

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

I use post it notes at work on the daily, but i wouldn’t say i enjoy it lol.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?

yes, unless it’s a really good coupon.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?

bees, because like you could get away from the easier

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?

no :(

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?

i don’t like my picture taken so i avoid them, but i do smile if i’m forced to lol.

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?

when people make really loud eating sounds, eeewwwww

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?

yes, a lot, especially when using stairs

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?

who hasn’t?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?

no i’ve not lol.

14. I think I deleted this question on accident. Oops. 

well..... more like 98 questions then....

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?

no

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?

017. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?

queen

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?

Where Have All the Flowers Gone by Marlene Dietrich

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?

Guys should wear whatever they want, who are you to tell anyone what they can or can’t do? PSSSSH

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?

I never really liked cartoons much, tbh. 

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?

Any of the Shrek movies, I just can’t, sorry.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?

I live in the desert, so like somewhere there lol.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?

Water or soda, not dark soda’s tho.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?

i like sweet sauces

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

Okonomiyaki

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

I could watch Prisoners and Sciario like 1000 times, I love most anything Denis Villeneuve touches.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?

I don’t like people to be anywhere near me, so never....

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

I was a girl scout for a few months, but I was bullied out of girl scouts... lmao....

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?

NO, but I have nothing against people who would.

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?

I wrote all the Christmas Cards this year, so in December.

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?

No, but I am a quick learner.

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?

I don’t drive.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?

See #32

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH?

Ruebens

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?

Crepes

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?

Whenever I fall asleep....

37. ARE YOU LAZY?

Yes, lol.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?

Usually a cat, or a witch.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?

Dragon

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?

I can’t even speak English GOOD

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?

No, but I do want to subscribe to this one British Crime magazine that is really good.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?

Legos because you can do more with them

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?

It depends, like if I know I could do it better then the other person, yes. But if I am not confident, then I can give up control. 

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?

I don’t care for either. I did meet Jay Leno once when I was a kid, his fancy car broke down at this gas station near this place I was volunteering at, I got my picture taken with him.

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

No, I don’t much that much TV

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

HELL YES

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

Yes

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

Yes 

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

Sometimes.

50. EVER USED A GUN?

Nope.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?

At my sisters wedding.

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

They aren’t my favorite, but I don’t hate them. Kind of depends on what it’s about

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?

Yes

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?

Yeah, they’re good

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?

I don’t like pie because I don’t like cooked fruit

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?

I wanted to be a hairstylist, and then a crime scene investigator. I’m not smart enough to be a crime scene investigator, lol. 

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

I really want to believe them, I feel like I’ve had weird experiences, but I’ve never seen a full apparition, or anything. I really wish I could, lol. Basically I’ll believe it when I see it.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?

I actually get this feeling a lot. It’s weird....

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

I should take iron every day, I’m really anemic, but I clearly don’t love myself so I don’t lol.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

I’m wearing some now.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE?

No, I have one I never use it.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?

usually just a shirt

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?

Coheed and Cambria

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART?

I prefer Target, but I usually go to Walmart because cheaper

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?

Adidas

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?

Cheetos, Fritos are way too salty, unless they are the BBQ Twist ones, those are good.

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?

Either

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN?

No.

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?

We did this thing in middle school were we had a victorian ball, my grandma made me a ball gown, and we learned to ballroom dance.I was the only one with an all black ballgown, but it was dope, lmao.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?

um, being an actor, you know I’m going to marry jake gyllenhaal right? = b

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?

Into a taco yes, but not into a clover like some weird ppl.

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?

lol. no

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?

I’m sure I have, but I can’t remember when. Like literally everything makes me cry, so...

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?

I own a few, mostly Simon and Garfunkel ones, and I do own one of Tubular Bells, the Exorcist theme song

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?

I do

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE?

I burned some last night, actually.

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

No.

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?

BUCK-TICK

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?

2PM in 2014 or 2015? I’m not really into KPOP anymore, but I do like 2PM a lot.

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?

Depends, but I like both.

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

I like both.

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?

Sugar Cookies.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?

Yeah, I can swim alright.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?

Yes.

85. ARE YOU PATIENT?

I try to be.

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?

DJ

87. EVER WON A CONTEST?

I once won a polaroid picture of one of the members of 2PM

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?

I haven’t, but I’d be willing to get it

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?

I like both, I love olives.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?

I can crochet

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?

Living Room

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?

If it happens, great, but it’s not really a goal of mine

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?

N/A

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

I don’t wanna say

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?

No

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

No

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?

No

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

I like purple

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?

The question is, do they miss me?

tagging whomever wants to do this, this was fun, lol. 

[bae-b-8-imagines]

Fanfiction - Poe x Reader (Drabble)

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for being so inactive the past week or so. I am working on getting back in the groove and writing some more. There is a request in my inbox that I am working on, so sorry that I haven’t gotten that out yet! But I am excited to be working on it again. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy this short little fic. Stay Gold!

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: Embarrassment, fluff, nothing really though tbh.

Your boyfriend was an actor. The two of you met on set while he was working on his last film. That was about two years ago.You were a journalist who worked for one of those pop culture magazine companies. There was instant chemistry between you and Poe, so off the record the two of you continued to speak after his interview.

The franchise that Poe had been working for over the past four years had gained quite the popularity. There was a fan following that you had ultimately been sucked into as well. You weren’t just a receiver of all of the art and creations that people would make on these different websites, you were also quite the creator.

One day you had been scrolling through your account looking at the different stories people would write about, Poe and the character he played. One had caught your eye on accident. You began to read more and more and got sucked in. People had begun to write about the more...intimate times between Poe and this so called reader.

Who better to tell the world what he was like than the woman who was currently with him? Feed the fandom. So you had begun writing. Detailed writing from a private account disconnected from anything you ever had. Nobody would be able to find out it was you unless they stole your laptop and logged in. You were safe from anyone finding out what your hobby was.

Poe had gone off to work late that day. The two of you had rolled around in the sheets for a bit before he needed to go. It was a relaxing morning, and the perfect way to start your day. Before you needed to go to work you had some free time so you began writing. You wrote about how Poe’s breath sent chills down your spine as his calloused hands gently brushed along your bare skin.

You got so trapped in your writing that you didn’t even hear the sound of the door to your apartment opening and closing. You didn’t hear the sound of Poe calling your name and telling you he had forgotten his wallet. You didn’t hear him walk down the hallway into your room. The only time you actually heard anything was when he was immediately behind you asking ‘What’s this?’

Your head whipped around faster than you would’ve wanted it to. Quickly your hands reached to close your laptop, but Poe was faster. He grabbed your wrist and began to read what you had written. First hand accounts of what had happened this morning, but they were tweaked to read from the second person point of view. Poe’s eyes scanned along the page, until he realized what this was.

Laughter burst from deep within his chest, something that was normally welcomed to your ears, but right now all it caused was a deep blush to form across your face. You were mortified that your movie-actor-boyfriend had found out you wrote fanfiction about him. He didn’t seem to bothered by it though.

“Poe, stop laughing...I never intended for you to find out.” You muttered and crossed your arms.

“No, no, Y/N this is...adorable.” He stated, “You’re just as big of a fan as any of those other people out there, and I am crazy for it.”

You looked down at the floor, still utterly embarrassed. Poe’s hands sneaked around your waist and his head rested in the crook of your neck, he began to whisper something in your ear.

“I bet I can inspire you to write so many more things tonight, Y/N” He said, and just like that his hands were gone, and he was out the door on his way to work.

You were left sitting in your chair stunned. Poe had been so supportive of you, which made you happy. You also had this odd feeling of excitement in your stomach, you were in for a treat tonight after you got home from work. Maybe it was good Poe had found out about this.

Tag List: @heyohheyitsgabi @mrsdaamneron @o-brienwrites @summerlogy

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron x you #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #star wars #fluff

[trinkets-and-spirits]

Gettin’ to Know Me. 😉

Rules: Tag 5 witches you wish to get to know better. Repost—do not reblog.

How old are you? — 16. Whoa, shocking, right?

What do you go by? — Free, or Eph. I’m cool with either one.

How long have you been practising witchcraft? — I started practising witchcraft in February 2017, so a little under one year. However, I’ve been a strong believer of the Pagan Paths for a little while longer; as I’ve been following Norse Paganism since March 2016, but I’ve only recently started witchcraft. c:

What type of witchcraft do you specialise in? — Hmm, I’d probably say Hedge Witchcraft & Divination; as my path was built up onto the Hedge after I kept experiencing over-exposure to the other side, and I wanted to learn how to keep myself from being scared upon waking up & seeing the dead in my room. And divination, I’ve always been the sort to experience very specific Deja vu whilst asleep or lost in thought; but I never remembered it until doing the act, as any sorta typical Deja vu moment would do, until I had a very specific thought about one of my best friends—and low & behold, she experienced the thought detail for detail only a week or two later. So! Instead of freaking out alone, I took it upon myself to learn the beautiful art of divination; specifically dream & tarot. c:

What aspect of witchcraft are you best at? — Well, as stated above; I have an uncanny amount of luck with Hedge Witchcraft & Divination. However, I’ve noticed that I’m specifically fortunate with blessings; sigils; and warding magick. Crystals and anything to do with accent herbs or plants, too. I dunno, honestly.

What is a big goal you are working towards/have already achieved? — Hmm, I guess my big goal is to learn as much about witchcraft and the different paths that I can; for personal benefit, and to help teach others about the craft. And I’m not being specific about new/baby witchlings out there; I want to be able to express knowledge to those who are a little bit sceptical, or towards those who downright hate on witchcraft & practitioners, due to the old stories of Salem. Not that I believe that my word alone will change their frightened minds, but still! I’d love to learn all about witchcraft, because I find it interesting; and want to. c:

Who do you worship? If you worship anyone at all? — Well, I follow Norse & Celtic Paganism; though I do happen to follow Norse Paganism, predominantly, and I do believe in each & every single God/Goddess/Other of both religions. However, I tend to sit beneath Loki’s Hearth; and focus & follow on his teaching.

What’s your aesthetic? — Nature; trees, forest wildlife, owls, mountains, lakes. Although I’m a big fan of cemeteries & graveyards, too! I love reblogging scenes from cemeteries, or of singular graves in a beautiful scenery, or something! :3

What are some of your favourite smells? — Hmm...I really love the smell of firewood being burnt; or coal fires; or log burners. It just has one of those smells to it that makes me feel all happy & cosy, and I love passing by fields where the farmers are burning wood, or houses where someone has a fire going. Like yas.

Do you collect anything? — Jars, books, crystals, jewellery, owl ornaments, and plants. Although! I’ve recently started working on building a bone collection, for different practises that I have yet to dabble with directly, because...bones! c:

What are your favourite tools of witchcraft? — Crystals, tarot cards, sigils, and herbs. Sea salt mixed with some water is also a favourite, and incense! c: 

What’s a non-witchcraft pet peeve of yours? — Noisy eaters, or people moving my shit two inches to the side. Like, you’re ruining my aesthetic, stop it. Or, people who are just loud for no fucking reason; which makes it difficult to live in a bungalow with my mother...because she does all of these things. -_-

What’s a witchcraft pet peeve? — Well, I know I’m gonna get a lot of hate for this one: but I really hate the witches who try to make white witches feel like scum, in comparison to POC witches. I’m not talking about the witches who try to give everyone a fair chance to be recognised; and that book document going about where only POC witches are allowed to add their spells? I think that’s gr8. However, there’re certain witches on this site who behave as though white witches should be throwing down their hats, and proclaiming they’re bad people; specifically because of their skin tone—not because of anything they have very specific control over, like an argument that took a turn b/c they chose to let it. :/

Like, I’m sorry to all those tumblr witches who think that white people should be treated like scum, because our ancestors (and present assholes) treated POC like scum; but I don’t agree with you. And I’m not a straight white cis girl who is racist & privileged, so the fuck outta here with those anon hate comments; I’m fully for #BlackLivesMatter & the support for POC that has been rocketing recently, but I just don’t agree with the treatment that y’all are giving white folk. I mean, I’ve seen literal posts where witches are demanding that their followers don’t buy from small businesses (such as those on Etsy, etc.) if they’re run by white people, because “POC are more important.” Like sure, Barbara; but deliberately attempting to ruin people’s passions? That’s not a way to help the movement for equality go forwards; it’s discriminative in it’s own way, ya walnut.

Sorry, I went off on a rant. xD But might as well be detailed, so that I have something to reference, when all of the haters come & claim that I was shoving my opinion down their throats. I hope I was respectful as possible with my opinion, bc I honestly know that a lot of witches I follow are cool beans about white people & such; or at least don’t flat out try to run people outta business, and I really just wanted to state my opinion that my biggest pet peeves are the witches who try to ruin lives and slap “POC” onto it to make it seem justified. c:

Good advice not relating to witchcraft that you can give? — Okay, so there’s this Welsh folktale that I’ve been told since I was a little girl; called Gelert. It’s a very fascinating story, and I would recommend anyone to go read it, tbh. Anyway, it’s a story about this loyal dog to the Prince Llewellyn; who protects the Prince’s baby from a wolf that has been terrorising the countryside for the past couple of months, whilst his beloved owner is out hunting for the same creature. Llewellyn returns; and sees the room of his baby destroyed, blood on the blanket that had been in the crib, the baby missing—and Gelert laying on the floor, soaked with blood. Immediately, Llewellyn loses his shit & decapitates Gelert, without taking a moment to look around; and then...he hears his baby crying. He rounds the side of the tipped over crib, and finds his kid; and the body of a wolf mangled to pieces, and Llewellyn realises his mistake of decapitating Gelert, but now it’s too late, and his mistakes haunt him for the rest of his days. He buried his most trustworthy companion, and placed a stone on his grave, and blah blah.

Anyway, my advice is to keep a level head in situations that you might find emotionally distressful. Don’t act on your first emotion, because you might end up causing more hurt than relief. Look at the situation; look at every possible angle, and once you’ve done that, make a decision that will benefit everyone. c:

Do you have any good advice pertaining to witchcraft that you can give?— Not really. The only advice I can hand is to question everything; never give up on researching things, even if you stumble across a blog that seems to be legit AF with their fancy spells & recipes, always double check; always triple check; check until you’re 100% certain that the magic you’re thinking of performing isn’t harmful towards you or your surroundings. Also, don’t allow others to declare to you what makes a real witch, or any of that shit; we’re all individuals—so own it.

Do you have a familiar? — Yes, I do! n w n My deceased cat was my beloved familiar when he was alive, and it would seem that he’s not straying too far into the afterlife, as he is often with me in both energies & spirit; I’ve bumped into him on the other side, too. He’s such a brilliant cat, and I’m so blessed to have him as my familiar; he’s always there for me, and offers me guidance & protection. c:

Altar? — Not yet! Since I recently moved from my old house, I had to take down the starts of my altar back there, and I haven’t had time to start building it up. ; - ; However, I’m planning to start building it up over the Christmas break, because I feel unsettled without a visible representation of my worship in my bedroom. :c

I was tagged by @insert-a-catchy-name-here — thank you for tagging me, dear!

In turn, I’ll tag the following people — @lunaesteria, @eyeliner-of-cups, @orriculum, @onyxmagik, and @maddiviner...because y’all are honestly the only blog names I remember straight off the top of my head. xD Plus, I do wanna see this lil tag catch on, because I think it’s pretty sweet. c: x

#witchcraft #get to know me #get to know the witch #somewhat personal #there's an unpopular opinion thrown in there somewhere #you have been warned