#Shu loved that dog so damn much

[probablygayattorneys]

Missile/Ray’s final farewell before he ceases to exist hits different when you know he was named and modeled and used the audio of and was entirely based off of Shu’s actual dog, who is also dead now.

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #missile ghost trick #Ray ghost trick #goodbye sweet prince #I’m sorry we could not have saved you too #that of all the fates we changed #we never could change yours #I’m sorry little one #I’m not even a dog person but this still makes me so sad #Shu loved that dog so damn much #at least he memorialized him forever in this game #that was a flop on the DS but they still gave a second chance on the switch #queue takumi defense squad

[crystillyzed]

at the rainbow's end // mysta rias

pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: fluff, staff!reader, mutual pining, wingman elira

content warning(s): swearing, unedited

summary:

After nearly a year of hearing each other's voice, you finally meet him.

a/n: this was originally going to be released as my 100 follower celebration since i hit that a while back and to make up for the lack of event since i don’t have the time to host one. but with mysta’s graduation this past weekend, i didn’t want to keep this in my drafts since i’ve been working on this for like practically a year now.

this fox-dog man means so much to me, even though i can’t really catch his streams due to timezone differences, but he means So Much to me. i got back into writing because of luxiem, but he and shu were the ones who got me back into the swing of writing which is amazing bc i love writing. i just lost all the motivation to do so until i found them last year. even though he’s no longer in niji anymore or mysta anymore, i will keep writing for him. in fact, i actually have like 3 or so mysta works in the drafts lol

and speaking of writing, this is the first long fic i’ve written in 3-4 years. i’m considering crossposting this onto my ao3 as an alternative access to read longer fics bc ik how tumblr is poopy with loading long text posts. i’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing long fics, but i hope you’ll be able to enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this 🧡

links: luxiem m.l || main m.l || ao3 ver (if tumblr dies)

You twist your head from your phone back towards your monitor, displaying the Discord window showing your current private call with your blue dragon friend.

“Mysta’s WHAT?”

“Yeah, he’s coming along on the trip,” Elira laughed. “You didn’t know?”

“Apparent-ly! What the hell!! Luca, that motherfucker, I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him!”

She howls with laughter as you ramble on and on about how Luca told you everything about their planned trip but didn’t tell you about Mysta’s planned involvement. Once you’re done, she takes many deep breaths to calm down. “You should come with us! It’s gonna be fun. And, you’ll get to see him again.~”

You can’t really see each other’s faces, considering you’re both in a voice call. But god damn, you can hear the eyebrow wiggle in her teasing tone.

“I can’t,” you groaned, “I have finals when you’re there. As much as I wanna skip it, I really need to pass.”

“Damn, you can’t even get a referral from staff to get you here for a business meeting? Unlucky.”

“Can’t even do that anyway. I already told my professor that my trip’s been canceled, so now I have to take it.”

Though you’re not a liver for the company, you are, however, a staff member for the company. Specifically one of the staff in charge of promotions. Of course, you mainly focus on promoting EN and sometimes the other two now-merged branches. In fact, that’s how you got close to some of the livers.

As one of the staff promoters, you have to speak with the associated livers about PR stream offers and their convention appearance invites. Since you’ve been interacting with the livers the most, you’ve become friends with a few of them. Some namely Elira and Mysta.

Honestly, it’s not that you play favorites with the livers. You try your best to keep your relationships professional with them. But your bond with a specific fox-like man says otherwise.

You see, Mysta has been a joy to be around with. Although you haven’t met him in person yet, you have played some multiplayer games with him. Sometimes you check out the EN Minecraft server to see if the installed mods are working properly. Weirdly enough, almost every time you visit the server, Mysta is online. In fact, that’s how your not-so-business relationship started.

When you first entered the server, after double checking if no one was streaming at the scheduled hour, he was the first person you met. You thought you would run into Selen, Pomu, or perhaps Uki during your visit, but you were pleasantly surprised at his sudden appearance. Luckily, he was kind enough to show you around the server while teaching you some mods. With, of course, the trademark Mysta Rias experience packaged with sexual innuendos and teasing about. Well, except he didn’t go completely sexual considering it was your first time meeting him. He has some decency.

After that, you’ve run into him almost every time you visit the Minecraft server. Every visit eventually turned into hangouts, just you two (and sometimes another liver) chatting and building projects in-game. Soon enough, you and Mysta started to play other games together. You both played games such as Overwatch, Clubhouse, and sometimes League if you felt like torturing yourself for some reason.

Obviously, you had to keep the professionalism on both sides somehow. Your fellow staff members, especially some livers, noticed your close bond with the detective. So they usually send you to his DMs to discuss about any promotion offers involving him. Whenever you have your cameras on for a meeting, he somehow always flusters you with sudden flirtatious marks or something of the sort mid-conversation.

“Hello? Helloooooooo? Is someone there??”

Elira’s voice yoinks you out of your thoughts. Oh god, were you spacing out this entire time? How embarassing.

You clear your throat then respond as if you weren’t thinking of someone just now, “S-sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh my god. It’s that bad,” she mindlessly mutters.

Blink blink. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” she quickly retaliates. With a slight hum, she speaks again, “Since you’re gonna be stuck in hell… Want me to get you something? Like a souvenir or a limited edition thing? I literally have your address, man.”

Oh right, she does. Sometimes you and Elira send gifts to each other like figurines or plushies at random times.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, man.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll still probably send some pics buuut… Y’know… Just saying…”

There she goes again, doing that thing where she wiggles her eyebrows even though you can’t see her fucking face right now. Goddamn it, why did you tell her about your… thing with Mysta? You should’ve known that she’s NOT going to let it go.

You groan, “Just. Just surprise me.”

“That’s so vague! Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah? So? Surprise me.”

“Man… You have no idea how much power you just gave me.” She cackles for the next few seconds, making you start regretting your decision. “Okay, I’ll surprise you. Just don’t forget you asked me to, alright? And no complaining!”

“Okay, alright, fine! I won’t complain! Jeez… Now get to bed, nerd, you have a flight tomorrow.”

“Sheesh, what are you, my mom?” You both chuckle at her remark. “Okieee~ I’ll go pass out now, I guess. Good night!”

“Good night, Ewiwa. Have a safe trip.”

And you both leave call. Well, maybe you should get to sleep too. It’s getting super late, after all.

—

Mysta stares at Elira across the table in disbelief. “Finals? Of all times? Bruh…”

“Haha, yeah! Super uncool and lame and not something I have to worry about soon,” his penguin colleague beside him laughs with a dreadfully crazed look in her eyes. She anxiously reaches out for her soda and starts drinking rapidly.

“Wh— it’s not like I can control it or anything. Shit happens!”

“I know, it’s just…” he drawls off as his gaze lowers to the table. Admittedly, it’s difficult for him to hide his expression. So naturally, the two girls noticed his disappointment. Elira and Petra awkwardly look at each other, then to him, then back at each other.

“Hey, it’s okay, Mysta,” Petra says as she pats his back. “You can always see them next time! Like Nijifest!”

The dragon nods, “Yeah! Or you could see them the next time you take a break. Like going on another vacation or something.”

“If I have enough money for it,” he sighed. But he gives them a small smile to appreciate their attempts to soothe him.

Petra frowns. “If? Mysta, you’re literally one of the top livers in EN, like? Hello? Mr. One Million?”

“But I still don’t know when that’s gonna happen. Might as well be in a year or maybe like half a year or something.”

Elira’s eyes narrow. She quietly listens to their conversation, or bickering at this point, while taking some occasional sips of her drink.

For the past practically a year, Elira’s been one of the victims to both of your hopeless gushing.

She already knew about your friendship since you’ve talked a lot about it before. She knows the stupid hijinks and drunken confessions that you and Mysta told her about off stream. Her eyes closes as a confused thought crosses her mind, Seriously, how are you two not dating already?

Of course, she’s quite aware that the rest of Luxiem are both of your victims. Hell, when Elira’s alone with the other boys, it’s usually them talking about how astonishing that you and Mysta aren’t together. Sometimes, they make bets on who’s going to confess first. It’s obvious!

Even with the two going back and forth, practically becoming one with the background, she closes her eyes and hums in thought. Finals should be finished next week, she mused. Her visible eye opens as she takes a glance at the ashy haired male. But he’s been so busy lately that they haven’t spoken with each other…

The entire EN branch had a full schedule for the past few months. In fact, their schedule was so full that sometimes the livers couldn’t make their own streaming schedules nor stream in general. Mysta, of course, was no exception. As one of the most popular livers in EN, he’s one of the most busiest people she’s ever known. On top of that, you too have been busy recently too. You haven’t been able to hang out with him as of late despite being a staff member yourself. Life really likes to fuck anyone over, doesn’t it?

She could tell that you two haven’t been able to find the time to talk with each other. The staff picked up many projects that practically almost everyone is unavailable, and you were one of said unavailable members. The only times the livers could contact you was through Slack or by email for business inquiries. But things should be slightly slowing down, for now that is.

Although, it would be nice to have you two meet each other once at the same time, even if it’s a coincidental encounter.

Wait a minute…

A devious smirk lifts her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief in mind. She chuckles to herself as she entertains the thought. Hell, it even looks kinda creepy to the other patrons. ESPECIALLY to her coworkers who’s now staring at her with confusion and a hint of fear.

“…Elira? Are you okay?” Petra asked the dragon.

“Hm?” She blinks out of her thoughts as the penguin’s voice pulls her back into reality. Elira stares at her and Mysta, who also looks a bit dumbfounded, before grinning at them. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just thought of something.”

Blink blink. “Like what?” Mysta asked this time.

Again, she lets out a chuckle and flicks her wrist to wave off the concern. “Like I said! Don’t worry about it! Y’all will see it eventually.”

Soon enough, the waitress arrives with their orders. Elira turns to face her and helps her with the food. On the other side of the table, the two livers tilt their heads in confusion and eventually give each other an unknowing look as the table is served.

—

You lie in bed snuggled underneath your covers, but the lights are still on as you scroll through Twitter on your phone.

It’s been about a couple weeks since your call with Elira. She’s been sending you updates, videos, and pictures of the group’s adventures in Japan. Sometimes, she’d call you before going to bed to tell you what happened during the trip in case it was a story she couldn’t explain over text. Of course, there were times when another liver like Reimu and Nina would join in the call and give you the tea. As much as you wished you wanted to be there while dying in exams, you felt warm as you saw the livers enjoying themselves on their vacation.

Then, you noticed how fast the month flew by. Eventually, it was time for the livers to fly home and say goodbye for a while. They all had different flights, obviously, but there was a specific person who didn’t leave the country yet.

You were looking on Twitter while watching the members’ story time streams on a pop-up viewer. Although, you didn’t see Mysta’s waiting room or tweet indicating his return to streaming yet.

Suddenly, you remembered why.

“He wants to stay back for a bit,” Elira answered over the sound of her packing. “Dunno why, but I don’t blame him. He was in Japan for work last time.”

That he was. Though disappointing it is that you can’t hang with him for a while longer, at least he’s having fun.

“Oh, remember the thing I asked you about?”

She asked you something? When?

“What thing?” You asked.

“Uh… The souvenir thing?”

Oh shit, you forgot about that. And apparently, she noticed your forgetfulness as indicated by her laughter.

“I got you something,” Elira continued, “but I’ll send it to you when I get back.”

“Why not now? You can just ask headquarters to send it to me.”

“It’s not something in a box though.”

You blinked in confusion, unanswering.

On the other end of the line, you heard her chuckle, “You’ll see.”

Your brief conversation did, in fact, make you scared. Although it’s Elira, your local dependable dragon, sometimes she can be as unpredictable as… well… the rest of Nijisanji. Not just EN, but Nijisanji in general. Remember that one time you watched her stream where she suddenly jumped into a hole in that Forest collab? Yeah…

Now, some time has passed since the trip and she’s been home for about almost a week. It’s something not in a box, right? So what’s taking her so long? Is it digital? Or did she fuck up somewhere with the delivery?

Currently, you’ve been juggling schoolwork, personal work, and work-work. Needless to say, it’s been a stressful time, especially around this type of year. Seriously, why is everyone so goddamn busy around this time? Idle thoughts aside, you’ve also been anxiously waiting for Elira’s souvenir. For the past week, you’d constantly check your phone and your PC for any email or DM from Slack and Discord with Elira’s name attached to it. Every time you get DM’ed or emailed, it’s always been another liver or staff member whose name doesn’t start with Elira and end with Pendora.

But hey, at least you got funny memes from Luca and Mysta in the mean time!

Honestly, at this point, you might as well just give up. Maybe she did run into issues, or she just forgot.

You let out a sigh as you refreshed your feed for the umpteenth time tonight, accompanied by the ghost’s voice eminating through your speakers. Yet suddenly, a notification banner from Discord slides down onto the screen.

Elira Pendora

SURPRISE!!!!

Oh.

Huh.

So she didn’t forget??

Confused yet astonished at the same time, you pull down your notifications bar and tap on the DM to see what she sent.

As the iconic Discord logo pops up on your screen, it eventually loads your conversation with Elira. When you look past your previous chat, a message larger than it should be fills about a third of your screen.

A plane ticket to London next week. Seat number and all. And most notably, it has your name.

…

“HUH?”

You frantically tap on the textbox and type.

You

GIRL

WHAGT THE FUCK IS THIS

Elira Pendora

your souvenir! ☺️

You

WDYM SOUVENIR THATS NOT EVEN RELATED TO JAPAN??? 😭😭😭😭

also

HOW DID YUO GET MY NUMBER??? AND MY EMAIL????? :monkas:

Elira Pendora

I had to pull a few strings with staff

just normal coworker things

You

:thonk:

“normal”

Elira Pendora

but like you should go!!!

I didn’t go through all that just for you to not see him

and you really needed a break so 😎

You

??????

but hes Still in japan?????

Elira Pendora

yeah but he’s flying back home next week

I asked him earlier and had to like try to figure out how to get you to meet him at the same time

or like

around the same time 😌

You

man idk if i should thank you or yell at you

Elira Pendora

LMAO EITHER WORKS IT’S OKAY MAN

better get ready!!!

You

wait what about the hotel

Elira Pendora

what hotel? ☺️

i’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting you stay for a few days tbh

and yes I will also pay for your return trip

You

BUT YOUR LEN FUNDS……

Elira Pendora

I KNOW 😭😭😭

but it’s worth it! go get your man bitch!!

but :thonk:

I think I’ll try to pass out now since I have something scheduled tomorrow soooo

GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

You

gn ewiwa :D

Well! Looks like you have a trip to prepare for.

—

The gray haired detective lounged comfortably in the AirBnB’s living room, resting on the sofa as he scrolled through Twitter. He let out a chuckle here and there, sometimes full on laughing whenever a funny meme popped up on his timeline.

“Meesta!” Elira called out to him from the kitchen island.

He turned around to look at the unusually giddy dragon. Confused, he asked, “What’s up?”

“When are you heading back?”

“Uh…” Pulling out his phone, he quickly went through his gallery to find a screenshot of his ticket. Once he found it, he examined the ticket for its boarding time and date then put it away. “In like a couple or so weeks. I thought I told you?”

“I don’t think you did,” she answered.

She motioned him to give her the device, or at least show her the screen. Of course, he complied. Though insane she is, he does have immense respect for her and Lazulight. Mysta stood up from his seat and approached her. Once in the kitchen area, he flipped his phone towards her, letting her singular visible eye take a peek.

Elira hummed as she inspected the ticket details then pulled back. “Cool. Thanks man!”

She walked away from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water upstairs leaving him even more confused.

It’s been three weeks since his unusual encounter with Elira. He sits idly at a bench by a luggage conveyor in the airport, waiting for his bags to unload from the plane. While waiting, he leans back into his seat and lets out an exhausted sigh. Luckily, no one is seated beside him, so he could just take up all the space on this uncomfortable bench. Still, he couldn’t help but reminisce onto their conversation.

Was she planning something? Was she just curious? What was she cooking?

Now, he’s back in the dreaded land of England, land of the beloathed. He pulls out his phone and immediately checks Discord. The EN server is lively as always, everyone’s practically home but the sense of energy radiates from the screen despite being digital. Like any other liver, he hops in the conversation a bit, sometimes memeing around with the others in the general channel.

Although, he noticed that your icon hasn’t appeared at least once since he landed. He was even paying attention to the top left corner of his screen for a red dot indicating your message. Normally, you’d send him a meme or something to see while he’s asleep or busy. But strangely enough, you haven’t yet. Maybe he should send you something? Or maybe call?

Mysta continues to catch up and reflect on the livers’ vacation in Japan on the server, his attention eventually caught by a familiar bag on the conveyor.

Welp. Looks like he’ll call you later.

—

Thank god Elira had the brain cells to make sure your flight isn’t after his own. Of course, she had to take in account about the flight times since you’re both literally across the globe from each other going to London. To avoid missing him right after landing, you were booked super early into the morning. But sometimes, there’s a possibility that you might be too early when he lands. And, unfortunately, that seems to be the case.

“He lands around midnight,” Elira told you on phone prior to checking in. “So you should be a biiiit early.”

Yeah, by like, 2 hours.

Man, what the hell are you supposed to do for two whole hours? Well, at least you have your phone AND your luggage. You could even people watch in the lobby. But that’s 2 hours!

What’s even more fucked up is that you can’t really use your phone unless you find the wifi. But airport wifi is kinda shitty, especially in England of all places. Talk about a British debuff.

You let out a heavy sigh and collapse into your seat. Napping is out of the question, even though you’re still kind of tired from the flight. Don’t wanna risk missing him by a smidgen, of course. So you ended up roaming around the airport for a while, getting yourself some drinks and snacks to keep you occupied while waiting for your friend. Luckily there were plenty of places to lounge while waiting, so you found a place to sit and enjoy your haul of snacks while waiting.

You did get to connect to the public wifi to look at some memes, but again, it’s the airport wifi. With how slow your phone’s been loading, you eventually disconnect yourself from the wifi after moments of mindless scrolling.

But then you realized something.

You have absolutely no idea what gate he’s in.

Panicked, you scramble to pick up your bags from your side and stand up. Shit, did Elira tell you what airline he took? God, having data in another country would be so helpful. There’s absolutely no way you’re gonna reconnect to the public wifi, it’s too damn slow! If you did have data, you’d look back to your DMs and scrub through your brief conversation from last night.

With a quick glance at your phone, the clock flashes briefly on the screen. 9:20pm, that means his flight’s arriving in less than an hour. Oh shit.

Immediately, you pace briskly throughout the terminals. As you scrounge through the crowds just to take a good look at the terminals, you ask staff for international flights from Japan along the way to help narrow down as much as possible. Throughout the search, you occasionally checked the clock on your phone. 9:40? Shit, his flight should be here now or soon.

“Mysta!” You suddenly shout, passerbys looking at you strangely as you start calling for his name. Your luggage rolls and bumps against the crevices of the floor, bags jostling as you promptly continue your search throughout the terminals. “Mysta Rias!”

Meanwhile, in the same area…

An ashy gray haired man stands in front of the carousel, waiting for the rest of his bags to drop onto the conveyor belt. He pulls out his phone from his pocket, taking a quick glance at his notifications and Discord. His mouth lowers into a frown, his brows furrowing in worry as he notices the lack of notifications from you. Did they really fall asleep?

Clink-clang!

Sunset kissed eyes shift towards the carousel at the sound. Spotting his luggage on the conveyor belt, he walks over to his revolving baggage and lifts them onto the ground. Maybe he’ll shoot you a dm later when he gets home. The handle on his large case clicks as he pulls it up, soon dragging it on its wheels behind him as he heads towards the direction of the exit.

You continue running and searching for him, frantically calling his name throughout the terminal. Your head turns left and right as you look into the surrounding late night crowd, your gaze briefly analyzing each arrival for any hint of his gray hair or his tallness. As you remain standing in the middle of the hall, looking for him, you see a tall man wearing small shades on the bridge of his nose. Gray side hairs framing his face sway into the air as he lugs his bags from the baggage claim and towards the nearest exit.

Without a second thought, your feet starts moving towards him. “Mysta—“ you call. “Mysta!”

After seconds and minutes of searching for him, calling his name and pushing through the crowd as you chase after him. Just a little more…!

“MYSTA!”

And finally… Finally, you see him.

With a clear shout of his name, the gray haired man halts.

Bewildered, he looks left and right until he turns around to see you panting. His heart stopped as he stares at you astonishly. The ambience of the crowd and muffled intercom speakers drowned out as he zoned onto you.

He looked at you.

The person standing just centimeters away from him.

The person who he thought was someone he’d never meet face to face ever.

The person who helped him find a reason to keep going even in the darkest of times.

It felt like hours just staring at each other. It didn’t even feel like there was an ocean of people swarming about and passing by. Without a second thought, Mysta slowly approaches you as if he were to scare you off. As if he didn’t want to wake up, if he is dreaming.

As he gets closer and closer, you didn’t make a move. No, you merely stared at him with wonder and excitement im your eyes.

You both stood across each other, only a few centimeters apart. He blinks several times, even pinching his wrists to disprove his thoughts. But he felt a stinging pain on each part.

An airy huff somewhat resembling a laugh escapes from him. Relief washes over him, and he whispers with a smile, “…Hi.”

You smile back.

“Hi.”

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijien #luxiem #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem imagines #nijisanji en x reader #— a simple dream // writing

[hannahlovesluca]

i was wondering if request were open if it is i would like to request for luxiem angst to fluff (separately) where the reader overworks themselves to the point where their mental & physical health r really bad then like luxiem steps in and like try to like stop u which leads to an argument then uh fluff u can add plot twists if u like !! ( im sorry if u dont understand 😭)

Only if ur request r open!! If not feel free to ignore!! - 🍡

hi 🍡!! nice to see you back here!!

| warnings: shu’s is a bit suggestive

As soon as Vox had come home, he saw you still working on that goddamn outfit.

See, you were Luca’s mama. You designed all his outfits, his hair, everything.

Right now, you were working on making him the scariest mafia boss this godforsaken world has seen.

But if you spend even a second longer working on that stupid outfit, he was going to rip you to pieces.

You deserve more than just sitting at your desk, sketching, sewing, and even knitting now and then.

And he was going to see it through that you did get more than that!

“Y/N, hey, lets go to bed, yeah? It’s midnight already, love,” he smiles at you with that charm, the one you can’t say no to.

However, tonight was different.

Tonight was dedicated to work.

“Love, come on… please?” Milord was practically begging by now.

And who were you to say no to this handsome devil?

When you (reluctantly) agreed, he scooped you up in his arms and practically threw you on the bed before laying his head on top of your stomach, finally basking in the peace surrounding you two.

Mysta frowned.

You’d been streaming over half of the day…

What has it been now..?

He checks the time on his phone.

Eleven hours.

Eleven hours you have spent staring into a screen and simply daring to dream.

Eleven hours you have spent narrating god knows what and making stupid commentary.

Well Mysta wasn’t having it!

Not only was it bad for you, it was bad for him to go this long without kisses.

Mysta texts you to come to the living room, saying he had something important to say and it couldn’t wait until after stream.

After a few minutes explaining to chat that ‘your food had arrived’ you made your way out into the living room.

“Yes, Mysta?”

“End stream.”

“Huh- what? Mysta, no. I have to keep going, they’re expecting me to.” You deject with a small smile, insisting that you had to keep going.

“Y/N, they don’t expect anything from you. You’re their entertainment, not their friend. And frankly, you’re my ____friend and I think I rank higher, hm?”

Ike couldn’t say much.

He was just as bad as you when it comes to this, but his own tendencies be damned.

He was going to make you take better care of yourself.

Was.

It wasn’t to be taken lightly.

He slowly opens your office door, looking at you hunched over your desk and taking notes about god knows what, your hands shaking and your mechanical pencil almost out of lead after having using it for over five hours straight.

As soon as he had caught your attention, without sharing any words, he swept you up into his arms and held you for what felt like forever, but in reality had only been a few minutes.

(oh god im running out of ideas)

Luca hated every second of this; he hated seeing you so overworked, hated seeing you stressed… he just hated it all.

So,

He did the only thing that made sense.

He offered his hand to you and gave you a charming grin.

"Wanna dance?"

You look at him, horrified.

“We are not dancing, Luca.”

The golden retriever-like man pouts, crossing his arms.

“Why not, baby?” He asks with a pout.

You look up from your computer and look at him with a small smile.

You were so tired and you were sure you looked awful but his sweet smile and puppy dog eyes got to you.

You take his hand.

"Well, you got me, now. I can't say no to you. But we're gonna get some food and I'm not changing into a dress."

The man beams, happy that he'd gotten his way.

And with that, Luca takes your hand and immediately brings you in for your first dance of the night.

It's slow, soft and romantic, and honestly, the two of you can't take your eyes off each other.

"I missed this, baby," he whispers.

Luca pulls you close to him as the two of you sway in place.

"Me too,” you whisper back.

You lay your head against his chest and feel your stress and exhaustion melt away.

This moment was worth everything.

"You're beautiful." He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

(i genuinely dont know what to put..😭)

Shu loves that you love work, but by God if you spend another minute at that desk he was going to go insane.

"You know I'm a simple man," he says. "all I need is a little food and a little sun, and the rest of my needs are met."

He's laying out the blanket for the afternoon.

"And if you keep this up, my food and sun time is going to be at night."

You sigh, stretching out your back. You'd been at your desk all day, trying to figure out the final parts of the puzzle to the latest quest you've been given.

The strong mafia boss himself had come to you, begging you to complete this mission and find his missing son, and the people were starting to get nervous as he had been missing for a few days.

"I'm sorry," you sigh. "I know I've been at this forever."

"It's been nearly two hours," Shu snarls.

"Sorry, sorry," you sigh. "I can tell it's getting on your nerves." You stand up and stretch out, then smile at him. "What should we do this afternoon?"

Shu's lips twitch and curl. "It's too late to go to the beach now," he says. "And honestly, the weather looks pretty bad. I was thinking, though," he smirks at you. "Since it's our first anniversary, and I was thinking, well," he motions to the blanket.

You immediately go red, lightly smacking his arm.

“Shu!”

He chuckles.

“Kidding, kidding.” He wraps his arms around you and holds you fast. "Seriously though," he murmurs. "Happy anniversary, babe."

You melt and smile, holding onto his face. "I love you."

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #nijisanji en #luxiem #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #hannahlovesluca

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || as fathers

a/n : YALL LIKE MY LUXIEM HCS MORE THAN MY OTHER ONES SO HERE U GO LMAO 😭 ill feed u guys some more luxiem content before mysta graduates [sobs louder]

SHU YAMINO

TYPICAL ASIAN DAD

but minus the yelling and stuff

hes just pretty damn strict but like he loves you all the same

if you get an A+ in maths, GOOD JOB, HE'LL TREAT YOU TO ICE CREAM [and maybe a magic show WWWW]

if you get a D-, he'll probably say something along the lines of : " try harder kiddo! you can get a higher mark next time! do you want me to help you study? "

he will definitely show up at all of your events and stuff like that to cheer you on

b a n a n a

omg he would accidentally get banned from ur school games bc he keeps helping you with his witchcraft stuff

LUCA KANESHIRO

OMG HES THE DAD THAT ALL YOUR CLASSMATES LOVE

hes the type to bring like the BEST FOOD during those potlucks ur school has

will panic if you bring math homework to him for help AJSHD

if he cant go to ur school events, HE WILL SO FIND A WAY TO GO, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A MOMENT

ur little sibling would deadass be a dog.

like no shit, this man would want a dog

and that dog is ur sibling

he and his mafia men would be the ones to raise you [FUCKING BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF HIS MEN IS A WOMAN AND SHE IS UR MOTHER FIGURE]

" oh, don't worry kid, you'll get it next time!! if you're ever feeling down, just know your dad thinks that you're pog! "

you dont know how to tell him that saying pog as a [however old he is] man is a little cringe, but you love him for it (IN A FAMILIAL WAY)

IKE EVELAND

a very chill dad when it comes to homework and grades

unless it was english

if you get a low score in english

THIS MANS IS RUTHLESS. HE WILL GET YOU TO READ. A LOT.

but if you get tired of it, he'll let it go

i feel like he'd be the parent who IS your teacher at school

oh boy, you should dread first day if he's your english teacher

" class, i'd like you all to know, im only fucking one of your mothers. " [all jokes LMAO he wouldnt embarrass you like that..... or would he?]

if you get a low score in any subjects or like if you flunk a test, he'll hug you and say:

" don't cry, you've made me proud already. i love you kiddo, and none of those test marks will change that. just tell me if you ever need help okay? i'm always happy to help you with those. "

MYSTA RIAS

BRO OMG HES THAT ONE DAD WITH INSANE SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE

SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOLLOW HIM ON TWITTER??

the most laidback out of all the luxiem guys about homework

doesn't mind if you flunk it, as long as you did your hardest, it's a pass in his book

he cant physically help you with homework

its a british debuff /j

like he would stare at the pythagorean theorem and go 'uhm....'

HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH ALL YOUR FASHION DILEMMAS

there to listen to all the GODDAMN TEA!! like how dare jessica cheat on james like that with ryan??

dude is like the communal dad if any of ur friends dont have a father figure, he'll be there for them too

" oh you flunked your math test? it's alright!! you'll get it next time. they give you too much tests nowadays you guys are all probably burnt out... how about we watch a movie? your mind needs to destress. "

VOX AKUMA

SHAWTY HAS FLIRTED WITH YOUR TEACHERS MORE THAN ONCE

LIKE YOU GOTTA STOP HIM, HIS RIZZ IS TOO MUCH

also that one dad for some reason everyone likes

hes like pretty strict, but its because he wants the best for you

WOULD GET BANNED FROM TRYING TO GO TO UR SCHOOL GAMES BC HE GETS SO PISSED LMAO

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY GET A FOUL?? THEY DIDNT EVEN HIT THE OTHER KID??? "

hes the demon you and ur friends would try to summon at sleepovers

" kid, please, i love you and all, but dad needs to fucking rest. please stop summoning me. "

AND YOUR FRIENDS WOULD SCREAM WWWW

anyways, hes pretty damn smart so hes gotchu covered when it comes to homework help

unless it was history.

history pisses the fuck out of this ancient man.

he will rant about how incorrect the history books are and you'll get nowhere with homework

" oh, darling, it's alright. i'm not disappointed in you and i won't be when it comes to homework. i get it, sometimes it's hard and you don't understand it, but that's when you ask for help, alright? i won't ever shame you for asking me for help. "

a/n : i hope yall r fed this took me 30 minutes to shit out and clean up also i think its obvious whos my favourite in luxiem LMAOO

#luxiem #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #headcanon #i hope yall like it #this fixed my daddy issues in some way #my personal therapy tbh #idk how to tag this #lmao

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Licorice, Scottie Dogs and Airheads!! I gotta hear about it! 😍

Gonna make a break to spare the dash the shameful vir-shu self ship content hehehe but thank you ily I loved chatting draken w you this am heheh I hope you had fun!!

Licorice: If there was an element in your fave’s canon you could change, what would you change?

I think I literally just want more canon content! It's lame but I really think I love everything we do actually have of him. I love what a weirdly loyal mf he is, I think letting someone use him that way makes him an interesting character to think about and had lots of potential for lore. If I were actually with him or knew him though, I'd probably push back a little against that in some ways because I don't like not having control or ig control lying fully in this other person's hands if I'm not sure they have the best intentions for hanma. So,,,,do with that not-answer what you will I guess sorry for the rambling lmao

Scottie Dogs: Do you and your f/o keep any pets together? What are they?

The amount of times I just imagined having a puppy with this man. Look, he loves breadstick. He'd kill for her. But I think we'd also take in at least one more stray dog. And of course, we still have Shuji's little black dumpster kitten from when he was like 15, Zombie. So yeah, two to three jehehe when the animal finds you....that's the right time to adopt. It's just something I think we'd both live by.

Airheads: What was your first interaction with your f/o like? Did you always like each other?

I like to think of us as the mismatched childhood best friends to lovers. No one expects the quiet smart kid and the obnoxious class clown to be besties let alone eventual lovers y'know? (If it sounds familiar no it doesn't okay I would never write something so silly and self indulgent (lie)). But I was always secretly as much a little shit as him. And fuck, I mean, he ended up with that nerd Kisaki by his side right, so why couldn't I be there w him too right? I refused to admit I liked him for damn near ever, so he had to cave and tell me first (and then wait another like 5 years till I agreed to finally cross that line formally at like 19 or something)

#virtue plays #i uhm posting blatant self ship shit is new and weird for me lmao #but thanks for playin w me dude

[wingsofhcpe]

whumptober day 3- "who did this to you"

fandom: shadow & bone

pairing: fivan [ivan x fedyor kaminsky]

rating: T+

additional warnings: injury, discrimination against Grisha

you can also read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34208404

[tagging @camilleisback upon request <3]

Fedyor had hoped he could make it to his and Ivan’s shared chambers without making too much of a fuss. It was an hour past midnight, after all- by all accounts, Ivan should be asleep. Then again, Fedyor wasn’t known for being late, and although Ivan knew he’d been assigned some errands at the Grand Palace that evening, he couldn’t have possibly thought Fedyor’s duties would last so late into the night. So there was little chance that Ivan would not notice him returning to begin with. As for what Ivan’s reaction would be when he saw the state his partner was currently in, well… That was going to be a little harder to hide.

He groaned a little, shifting his injured arm closer to his side, then wincing as it pressed against the already-forming bruises there. Great, there was no way Ivan wasn’t going to notice this, even if he hadn’t been limping from one side as well.

Fedyor let out a small sigh of relief when he finally stopped outside the polished mahogany door to their rooms. He took a deep breath -and regretted it a moment later as the movement served to aggravate the pain at his ribs and chest- and clumsily shouldered his way through the door.

The bedroom was lit only by a candle on Ivan’s nightstand, but the flickering golden glow was enough for Fedyor to detect his partner sitting up on their bed, heartbeat already spiking with frustration and worry.

“Where were you?!” Ivan asked, all but throwing himself out of the bed and stalking up to Fedyor, who only gave him a sheepish smile after carefully closing the door behind him.

“I, ah, something came up.” There was no point in trying to hide his injuries from Ivan, but he could at least gain some time before he’d have to explain them. Although it seemed like there wasn’t much point in trying to do even that; Ivan’s eyes widened, picking up on Fedyor’s erratic, pained heartbeat. Even if he hadn’t been a Heartrender, the dark red and purple bruises on the side of Fedyor’s face would have been a dead giveaway without the need of more light than what the candle provided.

“You’re hurt!” Ivan all but exclaimed, anger and concern writing themselves all over his unshaven face. He lifted a hand and lay it over Fedyor’s good arm, using his powers to examine the extent of his lover’s injuries. As soon as he became aware of it, he let out a small gasp.

“Fedyor- how?”

“It’s nothing, really. I just… need to lie down.” Fedyor murmured, blinking sudden stars away from his field of vision. Now that he was home safe, he abruptly realised how hard it really was to keep himself standing. He stumbled, and Ivan caught him and helped him stay upright.

“Fedya.” Ivan repeated his name, although this time his voice was gentle. “Tell me what happened. Who did this to you, my love?”

He led them both towards the bed, and Fedyor groaned quietly as Ivan helped him sit on it. Saints, everything hurt. “I, uh, I run into some young otkazat’sya soldiers in the Grand Palace. They were… quite inebriated, and I suppose the sight of a high-ranking Grisha at their midst wasn’t welcome at all. Especially after the devastating losses their side suffered on the Shu-Han front last week.”

“Did they dare raise a hand against you?” Ivan’s tone was clipped, and Fedyor could feel the fury that surged through him at the realisation. He winced.

“Ivan, it’s no big deal. They’re just children. They’re scared, really. I was just a scapegoat they could let their fear out on.”

“You’re not a punching bag! So they did beat you up? Unprovoked?” Ivan had leaned closer, eyes examining the bruises on Fedyor’s face. His thumb gingerly brushed over a cut below the latter’s eye. Fedyor let out a small huff.

“Well… yeah, sort of.” He shrugged, then immediately regretted it and groaned. “Ow. I tried to ignore them and just walk away but, well… one of them just grabbed my arm, turned me around and straight up punched me. The rest happened too fast.”

Ivan’s brow furrowed further. “You didn’t fight back? You could have used your powers on them.”

“You know that’s not me. And anyway, even if I wanted to use my powers, I would only be proving their point.” Fedyor said defeatedly. “I tried to fight them hand to hand, but it was seven of them and one of me. I did pretty well though, all things considered. I think one of them may find it particularly hard to produce an offspring if he so desires.”

Ivan’s expression finally relaxed just a margin, and a small smirk played at his thin lips.

“That’s my Fedya.” He murmured proudly, bending in and pressing a chaste kiss on Fedyor’s lips. There was dried blood where a well-placed punch had split the skin, and it stung, but Fedyor didn’t mind. He kissed back slowly, enjoying the comfort Ivan’s presence brought him. He had been scared, even though he would never admit it- he hadn’t known how far the First Army soldiers had been willing to take it, and while it was rare, it wasn’t unheard of for a Grisha to be killed by an otkazat’sya in such incidents (although to be perfectly fair, the opposite was a much more frequent occurrence). But now he was home, safe, sitting next to Ivan, his Vanya. It would be alright.

Ivan drew back a few moments later, but his eyes lingered worriedly on Fedyor. “We should get you to a Healer.”

“No!” Fedyor had to restrain himself from shouting, his eyes widening with worry. “Listen, Vanya- I’ll have to give an explanation of how I ended up like that if we go. And, well, I’ll have to give the General a list of names or rank numbers or just a description. You know what they do to otkazat’sya soldiers that as much as stare at one of us funny.”

“I damn well know, but it’s what they deserve.” Ivan’s voice was harsh. “Fedya, they could have killed you. I’m sure they would have, if they could’ve gotten away with it. Why are you protecting them?”

“Because…” Fedyor looked down at his hands. “Because they’re children. They were, what, sixteen? I don’t want one mistake to ruin their lives, Ivan.”

“It would have been a mistake if they cussed or spit at you.” Ivan snapped angrily. “But they beat you black and blue. As a group nonetheless. This isn’t a mistake- it’s prejudice. It’s hatred. We can’t allow them to get away with this kind of behaviour against our people.”

“I know, I know. But… I still think they should be given the chance to learn. To do better. To become better and unlearn their hate, rather than just die for something that has probably been drilled into them by people older and stronger than them.” Fedyor said quietly. “You know… you were raised to hate the Grisha, too. You would have been a druskelle, had you not discovered your gift early enough. And when you first came here, you despised us, and you despised yourself for what you were. But you unlearned it. You realised everything you’ve been taught was wrong. Shouldn’t they be given the same chance?”

“That was different.” Ivan hissed, but his voice didn’t hold the same amount of conviction as it did earlier. “I am Grisha. I knew I was, when I unlearned this mentality. I had to, because the world would hate me whether I accepted myself or not.”

“You don’t know they won’t be facing similar issues in the future.” Fedyor countered fiercely. “Maybe one of their younger siblings will be revealed to have a gift. Or maybe one of them has went untested and they will discover they themselves are Grisha. Anyway, I’ll speak to their superiors privately come morning. I don’t want this to spread to more people on either side. I’m not excusing them and I’m not protecting them, Ivan, I’m protecting all of us, and all of theirs. There are many soldiers in the First Army that accept us and view us as equals, as human beings. You know they’ll be in danger, should word of conflict spread among the Grisha. They’ll want payback, and you can’t guarantee that their victims will be the ones responsible for what happened to me. Besides, if this escalates, more Grisha will also be endangered.”

Fedyor paused to catch his breath and steady his hands, that had began to tremble slightly. It wasn’t as if he weren’t angry or scared out of his wits- he was. But he knew all too well, that violence only bred more violence. It would benefit neither the Grisha nor the otkazat’sya, if each side’s soldiers suddenly turned on each other and began to tear at each other’s throats like rabid dogs.

Ivan must have finally understood, too, because his grip on Fedyor’s wrist relaxed, and his shoulders slumped. He let out a frustrated growl.

“Fine. I suppose you have a point.” He relented, but his features were still pinched with worry. “But, anyway. Someone still has to patch you up.”

Fedyor allowed himself a small, relieved sigh. “Well, that’s why I have you.”

Ivan snorted out a little laugh. “You’re incorrigible. Come, let’s go to the bathroom. I don’t want to make a mess of the bed and then have to clean that up, too. If that’s alright with you, I would prefer to get some sleep tonight.”

One of the advantages to being two of General Kirigan’s most favoured soldiers, was that their living quarters were a little more spacy than the other soldiers’. Unlike most of the other Grisha, they didn’t need to share the banya with everyone else; they had running water available in their room, and could clean up themselves there if they preferred to have some privacy. It was a useful thing under many different situations -such as uninterrupted moments of affection when they washed after a particularly dangerous mission- and Fedyor guessed that wanting to clean and patch each other’s wounds up without alerting anyone else, was no exception.

“Here.” Ivan led him to a stool next to the bathtub, then helped him sit. Fedyor bit his already-bleeding lip to hold back a pained whimper as he sat, and Ivan’s hand immediately squeezed his own in a silent gesture of comfort. Fedyor squeezed back feebly, then let Ivan pull away as the latter rummaged around the small room for various medical supplies; clear strips of cloth, a bottle of disinfectant, bandages and a healing salve provided by a Fabrikator friend. He set all of it down on the floor before turning the water on. He waited until it had become sufficiently warm and then soaked a piece of cloth in it, and turned to face Fedyor.

“Take off your kefta, yes?” Ivan said firmly but without the usual bite to his commanding tone. Fedyor swallowed and nodded, shrugging awkwardly and trying to take the aforementioned piece of clothing off without jostling his injured arm too much. In the end he failed, and let out a small cry as he tried to stretch his arm to the side and pull it out of the sleeve. Ivan was immediately on his feet, having temporarily discarded the washcloth by the tub.

“Let me help.” He murmured in a low, comforting tone, his hands resting on Fedyor’s shoulders. Fedyor took a deep, steadying breath and yielded to Ivan’s ministrations; he knew that if he made any further attempts to remove his clothes by himself, it would only be a waste of time.

Once the kefta, undershirt and pants were out of the way, Ivan’s eyes darkened with worry. Fedyor supposed he couldn’t blame him this time- his entire left side, his back and his chest were badly bruised, and his right arm was bent at a strange angle that didn’t look at all natural. Less extensive bruising blossomed down his shoulders and arms, even his legs, especially over and around his right knee. Ivan clicked his tongue.

“I don’t care how much of a pacifist you want to be about this, Fedya. I’m going to find the bastards that did this to you and make them regret the day they slid out of their mother’s cu-“

“Alright, alright.” Fedyor waved his good hand placatingly. “I truly appreciate the anger on my behalf, Vanya. But for now, let’s just get done with it. You’re not the only one who can’t wait to get to bed for the night.”

Ivan growled under his breath, clearly not giving up on his aspirations of revenge, and Fedyor decided that maybe that wasn’t so bad. Ivan could teach a lesson to the perpetrators without the incident spreading further behind the lines of Grisha and otkazat’sya alive. It wasn’t the best possible solution, but Fedyor had to admit to himself that he wouldn’t mind watching if Ivan decided to make true on his word. He disliked answering violence with violence (barring extreme cases, such as facing a group of druskelle), but he was only human, and most humans have a petty streak to them. He was no exception.

Still, he decided to worry about it in the morning. For the moment, he allowed himself to relax under Ivan’s care, as the latter gently wiped the blood off his nose and lips, and dabbed at the cut under his eye. Fedyor caught Ivan’s eyes and smiled thankfully, which earned him a tender look and another squeeze of the hand.

“Let me see your arm?” Ivan asked after a few minutes, during which he had applied some of the healing salve across the worst of Fedyor’s bruises. Fedyor had been unable to restrain a deep groan of relief as Ivan’s fingers had gently massaged the salve onto his injuries; the discomfort receded almost immediately, the herbs contained into the salve having a cooling effect that soothed the throbbing pain. It wasn’t completely gone, but he already felt much better, and was able to stretch out his arm for Ivan to examine.

“Ow!” Fedyor yelped the following instant, glaring at Ivan as the other Heartrender’s fingers prodded at the swollen area around his elbow. “That hurt!”

“That’s what worries me.” Ivan grunted, displeasure evident in his voice. “There’s a fracture, I think. It’s not too bad, so we don’t need a Healer. I’ll bandage it, but you’ll have to use a sling for a while, and it’s going to keep hurting for at least a week.”

“It’s okay.” Fedyor sighed tiredly. At that point he didn’t care- he only wanted this to be done so they could both go to bed. “I’m sure we have painkillers somewhere around here. I’ll take some and sleep it off.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to sleep for a week?”

“You know I’m more than capable.”

Ivan cleared his throat, but Fedyor knew he was trying to hide a laugh. He smiled, too. For all that had happened that night, he didn’t feel too horrible- not when Ivan was next to him. He just felt exhausted and a little crestfallen. But that was life, and life was usually tough. He had learned that lesson early enough. All he could do was shoulder it, smile and press on. He was good at it, too. He had learned how to be.

Ivan finished up a few minutes later, after taking a quick look at Fedyor’s knee. The swelling and bruising were bad, but he could detect no fractures, so he just talked Fedyor out of walking for a few days. Which, Fedyor suspected, wasn’t going to be a problem. He didn’t plan on leaving their bed, not unless Kirigan came and dragged him out by his ear.

“You deserve a few days off.” Ivan agreed when Fedyor voiced that thought. “But the General is going to ask questions. I thought you didn’t want him to know what happened.”

“I don’t.” Fedyor admitted as Ivan helped him to bed. He lay down with a groan and shuffled around, trying to find a comfortable position, where his arm and side wouldn’t hurt quite so bad. He’d already gulped down half a bottle’s worth of painkilling herbal pills, but it would be a while until they kicked in. “Just tell him I’m sick. I can pretend if I need to.”

Ivan rolled his eyes as he blew out the candle, and slipped under the covers next to Fedyor. “I know you can. You used to do it all the time to get out of training with Baghra, when we were young.”

Fedyor flashed him a shadow of his usual cheeky grin. “I was quite good at it.”

He shifted again, until he was laying flush against Ivan’s side, his aching arm stretched across his lover’s broad chest. Ivan hummed softly and pressed a tender kiss on Fedyor’s temple.

“Sleep.” He said. “Everything else can wait until tomorrow.”

Tomorrow didn’t sound very far off, all things considered. It had already been late when Fedyor had first stumbled in the room, and with all the talking and the time Ivan spent treating his injuries, another two hours had gone by. Under normal circumstances, they would be waking up in three more hours, but Fedyor trusted Ivan to let him sleep in this once. So he forced all miserable thoughts out of his mind and quelled the fear that had caught fire inside of him from the moment he had first encountered the otkazat’sya in the Grand Palace. He was home now, behind high walls, nestled within his husband’s arms. He was safe. They both were. They’d always be safe, so long as they had each other.

So Fedyor told himself that everything was alright. That he wasn’t scared out of his wits, and that he wasn’t in pain. He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him, while he clung to Ivan’s steady, familiar, beloved heartbeat as if it was the gentlest of lullabies.

#my writing #whumptober 2021 #whumptober #fivan #whumptober masterlist #fedyor kaminsky #ivan no last name #fedyor x ivan #shadow & bone

[chenqingssuibian]

be not afraid (for i’m here tonight)

[crossposted on ao3]

tagging @goldencorecrunches because it was their post that inspired this!! 

A baby cries in Lotus Pier. His face is so red the dot between his eyebrows, a symbol of his sect, has disappeared entirely into it, wailing shrill as he writhed in his crib. He is louder than the wind and rain outside, than the creaking of the buildings and the rustle of the trees and the howling. Wild dogs have been roaming the streets, as of late, feral and thin and dangerous, and as all dogs, they moved in pacts. In a few hours when the storm breaks, Jiang Cheng would be leading a hunt for them. He would need his strength, and that meant he needed rest, but - 

But a baby cries in Lotus Pier.

Jiang Cheng sits up in bed. The healers had said it wasn’t colic, that the baby is perfectly healthy, that there was nothing to be done but let him cry. The mothers he’d asked had said that it was natural, even, for a child like him to cry the way he does. Nothing soothes him, when he’s like this, and Jiang Cheng is almost at his breaking point.

A-jie, he thinks, rising from bed. Even if he made the effort to make his steps light, it wouldn’t matter, so he doesn’t, coming to stand beside the bassinet. Your son’s face is purple. He is still a little awkward, when he picks his nephew up; Jin Ling pauses in his wailing, big wet eyes blinking in surprise as Jiang Cheng settles him against his chest. As all good things in Jiang Cheng’s life, it does not last. The second those eyes lock on Jiang Cheng’s tired, pale face, Jin Ling opens his little mouth and lets out the loudest cry yet. Jiang Cheng’s head throbs painfully, and he can almost feel the pulses of pain vibrating in his teeth. “I know, A-Ling,” he sighs, bouncing the baby lightly and getting nothing in return but more shrill crying. “I’m not who you want to see. I’m sorry.”

A-Ling is not comforted. Jiang Cheng shifts his weight from one foot to the other, swaying as he rubs the baby’s back. Tears soak through the fabric of his inner robes, and Jiang Cheng squeezes his eyes shut. A-Ling sobs, and he’s trying to blink back the sting in his own eyes, resting his cheek against the dark, downy hair on the baby’s head. “I miss them, too.” 

And he did. Jin Zixuan was not his friend, per se, nor his favorite Jin, but A-jie had loved him with everything she had and when he’d died, part of her had, too. He’d only seen Jin ZIxuan with a-ling once, but the awe and love he’d seen on his face had been too much to bare, too pure to ever forget. And it went without saying that he missed A-jie - to suggest otherwise would be like denying that the sun rises in the east. Every breath he takes, he misses her. He can feel her in every room of Lotus Pier, can see her sitting on the dock with a lotus in her hair, feet skimming the surface of the water. A-jie is everywhere and everything and as A-Ling sobs against his chest he misses her even more, longs for her to be here to soothe her son the way only a mother can.

But A-jie is dead, has been for a month now. A-Ling probably remembers her laugh, now, but soon that will fade and then he will know nothing of her at all. The knowledge that his nephew will never know her soft voice, her gentle touch, burns in his chest brighter than his rage. Wei Wuxian, he thinks, jaw clenching. His heart aches. He hates him, hates the things he’d taken from Jiang Cheng, from Jin Ling, hates that he can’t bring himself to get rid of his things or burn his clothes or believe he’s truly dead. Because if Wei Wuxian really did die, then Jiang Cheng is even more alone, with nothing but his rage and a sealed room of trinkets and-

A-Ling lets out a wail, and Jiang Cheng loosens his hold, wills his body to relax. “Sorry,” he whispers, voice lost in the wind and the rain and that crying that rings in his ears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Jiu-jiu’s sorry, A-Ling.” But A-Ling will not be mollified. He has his grandmother’s temper, it seems, because he just keeps shrieking in Jiang Cheng’s ear. He raises his eyes to the ceiling, thinks, A-jie, what would you have done?

He is his mother’s son. She had rarely soothed him, as a child. He cannot remember her touch. Had she sung to him? Or had that been A-jie’s job? His father’s affection had always been rare, but it was even rarer after Wei Wuxian came to them, and he can’t remember his touch, either. Just A-jie, always her, dabbing at his feverish face and making him soup and holding his hand when he’s scared. If she sang to him, he cannot remember. But a song comes to him anyway, along with a memory, and Jiang Cheng is singing despite himself. It scratches in his throat, voice rough from a long day of training disciples and long years of disuse. But when Jiang Cheng glances down at A-Ling, he’s sniffling, tears clinging to his lashes as he stares up at him.

So Jiang Cheng keeps singing.

He sways from foot to foot, taking slow steps around his bedroom. If the song had words once, Jiang Cheng does not know them, but he knows the melody and if this is what it takes to stop his nephew’s tears that so be it. He can feel a phantom hand in his hair, a thumb stroking his cheek, and Jiang Cheng closes his eyes and keeps on. His voice grows more confident with every minute, and A-Ling snuggles into his shoulder, pressing his warm forehead against the crook of his neck. The scent of lotus and rich soil fills his nose.

When A-Ling finally, finally falls asleep, Jiang Cheng allows himself a smile. 

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For the first time in a month, there is silence at Lotus Pier. Huang Li is afraid. He stands outside the door of Jiang-zongzhu with three other disciples - they were on watch duty together, and it had been Zhong Sicheng had been the first to notice the eerie quiet. He is pale as a sheet beside Huang Li, his round eyes bulging as he presses his lips together. There is no storm now that day’s broken. There is no excuse that Huang Li can use to explain away the quiet in this corridor.

“They probably just passed out from exhaustion... Right?” Mei Shu says, holding tightly to his sword. He is the youngest of them, at only thirteen, without a courtesy name. Despite that, he was one of the first to join the revitalized YunmengJiang sect, along with his brother, Mei Dejun, who stands beside him. He had served in the Sunshot Campaign, and therefore is nearly as respected as the sect leader himself.

“No way,” Mei Dejun says, staring at the closed door with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You were a colicky baby, just like the young master - trust me, even when you exhausted yourself, you found a way to make noise. And Jiang-zongzhu wouldn’t pass out from exhaustion alone. He’s Jiang-zongzhu.”

“Then...” Zhong Sicheng glances away from the door, eyes shining. “We only have two options, don’t we? Either Jiang-zongzhu got Jin-gongzi asleep-”

“Doubtful,” Mei Dejun cuts in, earning a withering glare from Zhong Sicheng.

“He either got the baby to sleep,” Zhong Sicheng repeats, voice going high-pitched, “Or something happened.”

“Jiang-zongzhu wouldn’t have let anything happen to A-Ling,” Mei Shu says, with the faith and confidence of a child who has not yet been failed by his hero. “And we would’ve noticed if someone had snuck in!”

“Maybe your Jun-ge would’ve,” Huang Li says, scowling at the younger boy, “But you wouldn’t. You were asleep on your feet!” Mei Shu reddens, eyes growing wet, and opens his mouth to speak.

“You-”

“Stop.” Mei Shu’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click as his brother’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder. He glares at Huang Li with barely-concealed contempt, even though Huang Li is five years older and fifty pounds heavier and has wiped the floor with him more than once. He sneers as Mei Dejun continues. “We won’t know until we open the door. Keep your voices down. If we wake that damn baby, Jiang-zongzhu will do more than make us do everyone’s laundry for a week.”

Zhong Sicheng nods. It’s perhaps the first time he’s ever agreed with Mei Dejun, and it’s clear on is face that he hates doing so. “I’ll open it,” he says, a determined sheen to his eyes. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be patrolling here, anyway, so I won’t get in trouble for leaving my station. Stay out of sight. If something happened...”

“We’ll be right behind you,” Mei Dejun says. In the dim morning light, he still manages to look every inch the head disciple he will be. Mei Shu nods, jutting out his little chin, and Huang Li sighs in resignation. They’re all going to get whipped by Zidian, he’s sure of it. The three of them move down the hall, close enough to hear everything but far enough away that they won’t be seen unless Jiang-zongzhu comes out to find them.

“Zongzhu?” Zhong Sicheng knocks lightly on the door, face pinched, and waits for a response. He glances over to where the three of them are hidden, puts on his bravest face, and pushes the door open. “Zongzhu, I’m coming in.” He does not shut the door behind him, giving him what would be a quick and easy escape if it wasn’t Sandu Shengshou’s private quarters he’s entering without permission. The wood creaks quietly beneath his feet, and his purple robes swish as he enters, and then - 

Silence. They sit in silence for five whole minutes while Huang Li fidgets and Mei Shu’s worried stares growing increasingly frantic and Mei Dejun’s furrowed brow grows more intense. Then, finally, blessedly, Zhong Sicheng steps out of Jiang-zongzhu’s room, face blank. Huang Li wants to kiss him, if only in thanks for breaking the tension. Mei Shu follows him as he approaches, craning his neck to look around him into the room. “Zhong-ge,” he says, voice hushed. “Is... Is everything alright?”

Zhong Sicheng opens his mouth to speak and nothing comes out. Wordlessly, he steps aside, letting Huang Li and Mei Shu have a clear view into the room.

Despite the sparse decoration, it is the most opulent room Huang Li has ever seen in Lotus Pier. The calming scent of lotus lingers in the air, and he steps forward to chase it as his eyes dart around the room. It is nothing like the barracks, nothing at all - they could fit ten people in here, easy, with plenty of room left for more if desired. On the wall, a sword is mounted, one Huang Li has never seen; at first he thinks it’s a carving, but would a carving be in a place of honor? What kind of sword has a hilt and scabbard that look like that, like driftwood twisted in the waves? A tea set sits at the table below it, fine cups and kettle made of jade. The cushions are Yunmeng purple, just like the wall hanging of their sect symbol, and the gauzy curtains of the bed - 

The bed. 

On the bed, curled up in only his inner robe, dark hair loose and tangled beneath his head, lay Jiang-zongzhu. This in and of itself isn’t so strange - everyone sleeps. The thing that made Huang Li’s breath catch in his throat isn’t, exactly, the smooth skin of Jiang-zongzhu’s chest on display, though that certainly doesn’t help matters. No, it’s the sleeping bundle he holds tight against himself that does it; Jin Ling, the loudest baby he’d ever had the misfortune of hearing, is clinging to his uncle’s loose robe, tiny mouth open and eyes darting beneath closed lids as he dreamed. It is the quietest, and therefore, cutest, Huang Li has ever seen him, and his heart goes thump-thump-thump in his chest with the sudden swell of affection. One of Jin Ling’s hands is curled around Jiang-zongzhu’s long, thin pinkie. Jiang-zongzhu is smiling in his sleep. He looks so much younger, Huang Li realizes. He looks his age. Barely three years older than Huang Li himself.

“Mei Shu,” Huang Li says, voice hoarse. “You seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Mei Shu,” he says again. The boy just hums. Huang Li would look to see if he’s gaping like a fish, but that would mean looking away from the bed, and that is the last thing he wants to do. “We’re not dreaming, are we?”

“Dreaming about what - oh.” Mei Dejun cuts off, and Huang Li really wishes he could tear his eyes away because Mei Dejun has never sounded surprised in the entire time he’s known the man. “Oh, that’s precious.”

“That’s one word for it,” Huang Li says, an almost giddy grin spreading on his face. “Who would’ve thought? Jiang-zongzhu is a cuddler.”

“They’re so cute,” Mei Shu coos, awe clear in his voice. Huang Li looks over, finally, and sees that he is, in fact, gaping like a fish, ears burning red. “I’ve never seen Jiang-zongzhu look so... Happy.”

“Not a lot to be happy about,” Mei Dejun says, voice low, “when your entire family is gone.” It is a reality they have all had to be reminded of, once or twice. That Jiang-zongzhu lost his sister and his brother just a month ago, that he lost his parents and his friends in the Wen attack only three years ago, that he’s rebuilt the sect and his life by clawing the pieces back together with his bare, bloody hands. It's why they all chose to follow him. Huang Li’s shoulders slump as he watches uncle and nephew cling to each other in their sleep, heart aching.

“Not all of it,” Mei Shu whispers. There is hope on his face when Huang Li looks over, and Mei Shu looks up at him to give a small smile. Huang Li had never noticed it before, but he has dimples. “They’ve got each other, don’t they? And us, now. Neither of them are alone anymore.”

For a moment, they are all quiet. Huang Li wishes he could believe as easily and whole-heartedly as Mei Shu that everything would be alright. There is truth to what he says, Huang Li knows, but only the simple truth of a child. The pain in Jiang-zongzhu’s heart may never fade, even if he gets married and has fifteen kids. Huang Li’s pain certainly hasn’t left him, or Zhong Sicheng, nevermind Mei Shu’s gege, whose pent-up anger and heartache comes out daily on the training fields. Huang Li’s got the bruises to prove it.

It is Zhong Sicheng who speaks. “We shouldn’t wake them,” he says, careful as he steps back toward the door. “Or tell anyone what we saw.”

Fat chance, Huang Li thinks. “Right,” Huang Li says, taking Mei Shu’s sleeve to tug him along. “C’mon. We need to get back to our posts.”

---

There is song in Lotus Pier.

Three times a day, it can be heard; a low, lovely baritone that echoes over the lotus ponds and bounces off the rooftops. The owner of the voice is well-known, though no one has the audacity to name him. The songs he sings change over the months, but the disciples like one best. It’s a haunting lullaby, the kind that leaves you feeling hollow in your bones and demands listeners. A ballad long forgotten, some say. Others think the singer composed it himself, that it was borne from the ceaseless suffering he faced. The only thing anyone agrees on is that it isn't a song from Yunmeng, or the surrounding areas, for that matter.

Sometimes, Huang Li thinks he hears a flute playing along, twining around the voice and making it whole.

#mo dao zu shi #the untamed #cql #mdzs #jiang cheng #jin ling #mdzs fic #ly's writing #uhhh tell me what you think!!! i wanna Hear it!!!

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daddy diaries

“Areyousu re yu arnt drking yn?” Jungkook slurs, you squint at him in an attempt to understand what he just said.

“What?”

“Ar-areyu shu r ur drking?” He said once more, shaking his head no.

“W-what?”

“N-no, no drink, you?” You furrow your eyebrows and just shake your head no. The boys have gone wild with their drinks while the two girls only had a few sips, you and Mae having none. You were too scared for them to see you drunk and crazy when you’ve only known each other for a few hours. 

“Are you having fun love?” Yuna asks, sitting by you and resting her head on you. She wraps her arms around you and snuggles her head on your shoulder. She may have had a few sips to many.

“It’s nice… I seem to have learned a lot more about the boys than I anticipated,” you laugh. When you were younger back in your hometown, parties were much different than this. There was drinking too, but there was also blasting music, dancing, and a whoooolleee bunch of drama. Here it was more tame and ‘family friendly’, kind of. The boys were playing a game of uno, while drunk, and Taehyung is borderline crying because Namjoon won’t stop giving him a plus four card. 

“STOP,” Taehyung screams. He makes an overly exaggerated sad face. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he had a huge frown. You laugh, thinking he was just messing around. Until his face began to turn a shade of read.

“AISH, hOW ARE WE GOING TO PLAY IF YOU’RE GOING TO KEEP CRYING,” Namjoon yells.

“aY, Taehyung-ah, stop being a lOseR,” Jimin says, slapping Taehyung with his cards.

“HOW CAN I NOT BE A LOSER WHEN HYUNG WONT STOP GIVING ME HIS DAMN CARDS,” he cries. You can’t help but laugh at the situation, Jin was already rubbing his temples. Mae slumps down on the other side of you.

“Get ready to plug your ears, when Jin does that, he’s about to talk really fast, really loudly, all in one breath.” You watch as her husband inhales, and the three of you quickly slap your hands over your ears before the siren goes off.

“yAHJUSTF*CK*INGPUTDOWNAREVERSECARDANDSTOPYELLINGAISH!” 

“I CAN’T I DON’T HAVE A REVERSE CARD HYUNG, ALL I HAVE IS F*CK*NG BLUE, ALL THE PLUS FOURS JUST GAVE ME BLUE AND YOU GUYS KEEP STICKING TO THE COLOR RED AND I CAN’T PUT A DAMN CARD DOWN,” Taehyung complains. He lets out a yell before slapping his cards down and walking out of the room. Wow, he wasn’t kidding. It’s all just blue.

The maknae just groans, falling backwards and rubbing his hand over his face.

“i wS ABUTtO HAVAnUNOOOOOOOO,” he yells, but it sounded muffled.

“I-is it always this violent during uno with them?” You ask the girls. The two of them nod.

“Hey, where’s Rina anyways?” You ask. Turning to look around. The two frown and looked around as well.

“Yah, Jungkookah, where’s your girl?” Mae asks, getting up. Jungkook furrows his brows and turned his head towards the kitchen.

“She ually getshung ry when e drinks,” he says. The three of you rush towards the kitchen to see what your new friend was up to. 

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“Aish, look at this chick,” Mae says, other than you, she was the only one that was fully sober. The three of you stand over Rina’s unconscious body. Which, not to mention, is laid next to a bunch of open bags of chips. 

“AH! NO! SHE ATE MY DORITOS,” Yuna cries, dropping down to her knees. Quite dramatic if you ask me. 

She picks up a bag, turning it upside down and it was empty. She whines, throwing the empty bag at Rina’s unconscious body.

“She’s going to pay for this,” Yuna mumbles before storming off.

You look at her walk away and turn towards Mae worriedly. 

“What does she mean by that?” Mae shook her head, waving a hand saying not to worry.

“She just means she’s really going to pay for her doritos. The last time this happened, Rina just bought her a family sized bag and they were friends again.”

“Oh.. okay.” Mae laughs, wrapping an arm around you and walking you out of the kitchen.

“Don’t be so shy anymore Yn. You really just saw our wild side, we’re like best friends now, come on.” She then grabs your hand, pulling you back to the living room. With her words, you began to loosen up, feeling a lot more comfortable.

“Wait, unnie, what do we do with Rina?” You say, turning towards her on the floor.

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll wake up soon,” Mae said, “come on.”

❀ ❀ ❀

“Is Taehyung okay? I haven’t seen him in a while.” You yawn, Namjoon shakes his head.

“Ion wanna talk to him.” Your eyebrows raise. This is the first time I’ve heard him talk improperly. 

“He’s in one of the guest rooms, Hoseok is comforting him,” Yoongi says, slouching down on the couch next to you. He lays his head back on the couch, closing his eyes.

You nod, letting out another yawn, “that’s good, I hope he’s okay.” Yoongi’s head falls to the side and he opens his eyes, looking at you.

“Are you always this nice?” He asks. You let your head fall to the side to face him too.

You shrug, “I don’t know, I hope so.” You were beginning to feel sleepy. It’s been a pretty long night. Watching the boys get drunk, fight during every board game they played, cry because they ran out of alcohol to drink, it was endless. Jimin also mentioned that Hoseok was comforting Taehyung by looking at cute pictures of dogs, but Taehyung began to miss his dog Yeontan and started crying. 

“I really appreciate you being so nice to Hana. She adores seeing you and told me before she slept that she wanted to visit your bakery again tomorrow morning.” You gave him a sleepy smile. You may not be drunk, but with the lack of sleep you had you felt like it. Running the store alone wasn’t easy and you usually went there early in the morning to set up and make a few things. You also were a late sleeper because you had trouble sleeping at night. But now that it’s past twelve in the morning, your eyelids were getting heavier.

“She’s really sweet, I love having her around,” you said with your eyes closed.

“You should come over sometime then, Hana will like that,” Yoongi mumbles. You open your eyes and see him looking at you with heavy eyelids.

“You would like that too, wouldn’t you hyung,” Namjoon says, staring at the two of you from the couch across from the one you two were sitting on. Yoongi lifts up his head and stares Namjoon down.

“This is all solely for Hana. She enjoys spending time with Yn.”

“I’d love that,” you say, your eyes beginning to close. 

“Yah! Yn, don’t you have to open the shop tomorrow morning?” Jimin yells from the kitchen. Your eyes shoot open, “Aw, shi--”

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daddy diaries

❀part seven: reverse card❀

→ singledad!yoongi x baker!reader

a/n: this part is so loud, it hurts my head reading the caps lol//tae is all of us when we play uno😔🥺 also, drinking is bad for your liver, don’t do it and stick to water and milk. thank you and good night

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Take a break (OumaSai)

totally agreed anon! i hope you enjoy this pure ass fluff~!

title: Take a break

summary:  Shuichi was prone to overworking himself a lot, often spending the majority of his nights staying up extremely late. Kokichi, however, really couldn’t stand seeing his boyfriend like this and offers his assistance the best way he can.

word count: 1034

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

Kokichi grumbled quietly as he laid on his side, his eyes fixated on the empty spot beside him. This was seriously getting annoying. You see, normally Kokichi would’ve been sound asleep by now, peacefully curled up beside his warm boyfriend while he held him close to his chest. Key word here being normally. As of just recently though, the pair had undergone some changes which ultimately shifted their sleeping schedules. Shuichi, being the busy detective he was recently had been assigned a huge case. 

This case was a big deal for him, so much of a big deal in fact, he had been practically neglecting poor Kokichi for days. He’s been staying up extremely late, drinking nothing but coffee, and ignoring Kokichi. Not deliberately though. It’s not like he didn’t want to spend time with him. He just grew busy, and Kokichi understood that. 

Even if he did understand, he had a dislike for it. He wished Shuichi took better care of himself and didn’t deprive himself of sleep so much. There’s been a plethora of times where Kokichi has been scolded by Shuichi for not taking better care of himself but honestly, Shuichi needed to adhere to his own advice at times. 

In a burst of frustration, Kokichi’s body jolted up from the bed as his arms roughly tossed off the bed sheets. “That’s it. Shuichi, you’re going to bed whether you like it or not.”

He glanced over to the time, noticing it was already two-thirty in the morning. Yup, he definitely needed to go to bed. Kokichi swung his legs over the edge of the bed, giving a bit of a yawn before making his way towards the door of their bedroom. The lights in the living room were still turned on, signaling the detective was still awake. Kokichi gave an irritated huff as his fingers turned the door knob.

Shuichi was on the kitchen counter isle, typing away on his laptop with a few piles of paper beside him as he took another sip of his coffee. Kokichi could see the developing dark circles under his eyes as he leaned against the door frame with a deep frown. God he looked tired. The detective yawned, stretching out his arms before locking eyes with his worried boyfriend. “Hey, Kokichi. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“I could say the same for you, Mister Detective.” He playfully shot back, sleepily waltzing over to Shuichi who had followed his movement with his eyes. He laid his head on the detective’s shoulder, wrapping his slender arms around his waist. “You shouldn’t be staying up this late, Shumai. The bed is so cold without you.” He whined, causing the latter to give a chuckle in response.

Shuichi planted a kiss on Kokichi’s forehead, appreciating the sentiment. He never knew Kokichi was this worried about him. It was heartwarming.

“I’ll join you after I finish researching these precedents—”

Another groan.

“Noooo. You said that for the past three days now! Go to bed.” Being the persistent shit he is, Kokichi tugged at Shuichi’s side, causing him to slightly move off of his chair. “You’ve been ignoring me for three whole days! Do you have any idea how much I miss you?” Well, ignoring was one way to put it. Again, it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose. He just got caught up with work is all.

Though to be fair, he could see why he was acting this way. Relationships require mutual affection and both parties should equally give and receive that affection. In Shuichi’s case, he guessed he had been lacking. He let out a sigh, staring down at Kokichi who seemed to be deeply troubled by all of this.

Damn him and those puppy dog eyes. 

“Fine, I guess you’re right—”

“Yes! Finally!” Without giving Shuichi any time to process, Kokichi closed his laptop, making sure not to turn it off to lose his work. He pulled his boyfriend from his chair and dragged him towards their room. Shuichi stumbled behind him, giggling a bit as he felt Kokichi wrap his fingers around his hand. “Kokichi, slow down.” He said in between giggle fits. 

Kokichi flopped on the bed, Shuichi naturally following after. Immediately, the detective was embraced by his lover, tiny arms snaking their way around his entire body. Kokichi rested his head against his chest, the sound of his gentle heartbeat was enough to put his mind at ease. Ah, yes. He never realized how much he missed being able to have Kokichi in his arms.

Shuichi found himself melt into his embrace, all his previous worries seemingly disintegrating into thin air. All he could think about was Kokichi. He lifted his face with his hand, placing a gentle and sweet kiss on his lips. Kokichi moved over the bed, now on top of the detective as their kiss remained untouched. He broke away from the kiss with a smile, “Sorry for not paying attention to you. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s okay, Shumai. It’s not like I hate the fact that you’re working, I just want you to take better care of yourself. Can’t have my detective solve cases and be all hot when he’s half asleep now can I?” He smirked, his cheeks flushing as his arms folded over Shuichi’s chest. He laughed in response, “Yeah, you have a point.” Shuichi gazed lovingly into Kokichi’s purple eyes, his face softening. 

“I love you. I really do. Even if you say it’s okay, I really shouldn’t be treating you like this. I’m so lucky to have you, I hope you know that.” Shuichi wrapped his arms around Kokichi, squeezing him into a tight embrace, leaving a trail of kisses across his neck. His boyfriend let out a giggle, allowing himself to relax into the embrace. “God, that was so damn cheesy. I love you too, Shu. But sheesh, stop being such a sappy romantic will ya? I have a reputation.”

Next thing Shuichi knew, he had fallen asleep with a blanket wrapped around him and a snoring Kokichi at his side. Even though he really needed those files to be done, a little bit of sleeping in wouldn’t hurt.

#oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 #saiouma #kyus post #this one was rlly pure #fhcfhucyh #hope you liked it!!

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Diabolik lovers ‘’Otomate Party 2016‘’ ~translation|traducción~

Thanks to @paymeintea for having helped me!

''The vampires' plan to capture a Founder so they can release their stress''

Ayato: Haa. Kanato: Haa. Laito: Haa~ Ayato, Kanato and Laito: I wanna relieve my stress. Ayato: We are unusually agree. Laito: Nfu, seems so. We are triplets but this is really unusual. Kanato: But isn’t it normal to think that way. It’s so hot outside and, because of that, my candies and chocolates have all melted. Ayato: Haa, the octopus in takoyaki is so small, and going to school is a pain. Laito: The cute girls have a boyfriend, and although it's full summer no ones is wearing a short skirt. It must be crazy to look for something to relax in these conditions~ Kanato: And here in this mansion… *laughs* I don’t think you’ll find something to de-stress with here Laito: if he keeps going on like this, my beautiful soft skin will become all raspy. Ayato-kun, you're our Onii-chan, aren't you? Do something about it~! Ayato: But... Shu: UGH, how annoying. Why do I have to get involved with three men complaining about how tired they are? *sighs*

Kanato: Somehow, he is more angry than usual. What's wrong? Shu: I get angry just looking at you all, there's no other reason besides that, right? Ayato: It means that Shu also wants to de-stress, huh. Shu: Haa? De-steess? What? Are you planning to buy a pet or something like that? Kanato: A pet? Shu: That woman said it: “They wouldn’t get so stressed if a pet was here.” Laito: Ohh~ I see! Shu thinks interesting things from time to time. Ayato: Probably what we need now is a pet! Shu: Haa? Kanato: A pet, huh... For example a dog or a cat? Laito: Mmm ~ that's a very classic standard but... I wouldn't dislike a wan-chan [dog] or a nyan-chan [cat] Ayato: Haa? Aren’t they too common? Shu: Oooi, are you really going to buy a pet? Ayato: Of course! Laito: Yes, but what about that? Do you have any complaints? Shu: No. But someone with glasses will get angry, don't you think? Laito: Ahhh~, right. He'll worry about the pet will messing up the house, the smell would be a problem, and he'd have to keep an eye on it so the pet doesn't make any mischief~ Kanato: Mmm~ In that case, we need to make sure it’s a pet that doesn’t make a mess, smell, or break anything? Ayato: Haa? Doesn’t make a mess, you say. Then we won’t be able to relieve our stress! It has to be very fluffy if it’s to help us! Laito: In other words, according to everyone’s opinion, it has to be fluffy, can’t be dirty, and has to be well-behaved. Ayato: He’ll say that it’s a bother so it must know how to eat and go to the bathroom by itself. Shu: Ha, there's no way there's something so perfect-... no, wait. Laito: Yes, there's one~ Kanato: That's right, there is one! Ayato: ahh? Why did you all only know? I have no idea what you're talking about! Laito: Ehh~? It's about ''There is one'', right? That animal so perfect. Ayato: Ehh? Kanato: Anyway, let's make preparations to leave! Come on, Shu, you too. hurry up! Shu: Haa? Since when did I get involved in this? Laito: Don’t worry about it being small, you’ll also get your share too. Okay? Shu: *Sighs* Ayato: Wait, what are you talking about! Tell me!

*Everyone leaves*

*City*

Shin: Argh, it’s so hot. I wonder how Nii-san will use me to be satisfied? Shin: Even without the heat, such a thing like sending me out to buy ham in the morning is ridiculous! Shin: Oh?! Shin: Am I seeing illusions because of the heat? The peanuts I like are on the side of the road. Shin: *Smells* And this smell is one of those incredible old manices that are very hard to get! Shin: This is a trap, right? But, right now my body is looking forward to the peanut...! But...! What would they say about the pride of the Founders if I ate something from the floor…! Shin: Uggh, but…! Damn! I’m taking it. Shin: Huh?! Shu: Trapped. Shin: Wh-?! What are you doing?! So it was a trap! Don’t fuck with me. Laito: Fufufu, I want you to prepare yourself for what is about to come~ Kanato: Shake your tail to remove our stress! Shin: Hah? To remove stress? Ayato: I see. He is the perfect animal, huh. Certainly... Shin: Hah!? What do you mean? Ayato: That doesn't matter. C'mon, hurry up and become a wolf! Relax-relax! Shin: Wolf? What the hell… I don’t get what you’re talking about. Shin: Or rather, who do you think I am? I'm a First Blood. I'm not someone who you can usually talk to every day. How about you paying more attention? Shu: Shake. Shin: Haa? Laito: Sit down. Kanato: Couldn't you change? Shin: Tch... agh, you have a lot of guts. Well, it doesn't matter. I understand what you want to do; you want me to turn into your dog. Hah! Then I'll do just as you want! *Transforms into a wolf* Shin: Hah, is that okay? Ahh, what the hell with this trap *takes it off* Ayato: This is bad, he's very fluffy! Let me pet you! Shin: HAA!? Do you think I'll let you touch me- IDIOOOT *bites him* Ayato: AGh! Ow...! What the hell are you doing? T-the blood...doesn't stop...! *He runs away* Shin: It's obvious that if he tries to touch me, I'm going to counterattack! You're too naive to believe you can pet me!Laito: Nfu, in that case... how about this? Ca~tch it! *Throws... something?* Go and take it~! Shin: PF Laito: Eh- aren't you going to take it? Shin: You go take it! Come on, hurry up and go! Stop wasting time! Laito: Eh-ehh, eemm... Shin: Hurry up and go you pervert! Laito: Ehh... EHHH !? Geez... *dark voice* This is disappointing *Laito leaves* Shin: Hah, run away! Well, and now the next... Kanato: Kuh... you are a very insolent pet... Shin: Not as much as you. Kanato: However, once you confront me you will be domesticated. Because I have this... after all. Kanato: It’s time for pets to have lunch. There are a lot of peanuts. Shin: P-peanuts ... pe-pe... Kanato: Hahaha... well, go ahead eat. Shin: Aa-ah... Kanato: Sink your head on it, you should eat while covered with peanut sauce, if you do that then you will remember your wild instinct! Shin: Ugaah...! Kuh... hahahaHAHAHAHAH! Kanato: Ugh, what happens with you so suddenly? Shin: WHAT A PITY, right. Sakamaki Kanato. You know, I like peanuts but I HATE peanuts peels. Kanato: !? No way... Shin: HAHAHA! Such a pity for you, HAHA! Kanato: *Crying* The peanuts I had collected were peanut peels...  *crying* I don't want to know anything about Shin! *crying* *Kanato leaves* Shu: ... ... Shin: And? What are you going to do? Fine, I'll be your opponent Shu: Haa, no. It's okay Shin: Haha, I thought so. *Transforms back* Shu: Instead of wanting to relax, they should have noticed that there was a problem before. Shin: Rather, there must be something wrong with them for not having noticed it. Shu: Haa, after all, each of them are idiots. Shu: By the way, you surprised me doing the same as the three idiots. Shu: I was also looking for something else to relax apart from my love for music. Shin: Well, thanks to this I am totally relaxed now, haha.

~The end~

ESPAÑOL~

‘‘El plan de los vampiros para atrapar a un fundador para poder desestresarse'

*Casa Sakamaki - Living*

Ayato: Haa. Kanato: Haa. Laito: Haa~ Ayato, Kanato y Laito: Quiero desestresarme. Ayato: Nuestras opiniones son inusualmente están de acuerdo. Laito: Nfu, así es. Esto realmente es inusual a pesar de que somos trillizos. Kanato: Pero no es algo normal pensar de esa forma? [Se refiere a desestresarse]. Afuera hace un horrible calor, y por culpa de eso mis caramelos y mis chocolates están todos derretidos. Ayato: Haa, el pulpo para el Takoyaki es increiblemente pequeño, e ir a la escuela es una molestia. Laito: Las chicas lindas tienen novio. Y aunque es pleno verano ninguna esta usando falda corta. Debe ser una locura buscar algo desestresante en estas condiciones~ Kanato: Y aquí en esta mansión... *rie* no creo que encuentres algo desestresante. Laito: Si esto sigue así mi hermosa y suave piel se volverá áspera. Ayato-kun, eres nuestro Onii-chan ¿verdad? Has algo al respecto~! Ayato: Peero... Shu: UGH, que molestos. ¿Por qué tengo que estar envuelto con 3 hombres quejandose de su cansancio? *suspira* Kanato: De alguna manera esta más enojado que de costumbre. ¿Qué sucede? Shu: Me enojo con sólo mirarlos, no hay otra razón a parte de esa, verdad. Ayato: Significa que Shu también quiere desestresarse, eh. Shu: ¿Haa? ¿Desestresarme? ¿Qué? ¿Están planeando comprar una mascota o algo así? Kanato: ¿Mascota? Shu: Aquella mujer lo había dicho. ''Se desestresarían si hubiera una mascota'' Laito: Ohh~ ya veo! Shu de vez en cuando piensa cosas interesantes[SE LO DIJO YUI] Ayato: Ciertamente lo que ahora necesitamos es una mascota! Shu: ¿Haa? Kanato: Una mascota, eh... Como por ejemplo un perro o un gato? Laito: Mmm~ eso es un estandar muy clásico pero... me no me disgustaría un wuan-chan[perro] o un nyan-chan[gato] Ayato: ¿Haa? ¿No son demasiado comunes? Shu: Oooi, ustedes realmente van comprar una mascota? Ayato: Por supuesto Laito: Si, pero qué pasa con eso? ¿Tienes alguna queja? Shu: No. Pero alguien con lentes se enojará, ¿no creen? Laito: Ahhh~, cierto. Se preocupará por si ensucia la casa, el olor sería un problema, y lo tendría qe vigilar para que no haga travesuras~ Kanato: Mmm~ En ese caso, no sólo debería ser una mascota que no ensucie, ni huela ni rompa nada? Ayato: ¿Haa? Qué no ensucie, dices. Entonces no podrá desacer nuestro estrés! Si es para quitar el estrés definitivamente tiene que ser uno muy peludo! (Fuffly) Laito: En otras palabras, según la opinión de todos tiene que ser esponjoso, no tiene que ensuaciar y tiene que ser ordenado? Ayato: Dirá que es problematico así que ''debe saber comer e ir al baño por si mismo'' Shu: Ha, no hay forma de que exista algo tan perfec-... no, espera. Laito: Si, si lo hay~ Kanato: Así es, si hay uno! Ayato: ¿ahh? Por qué sólo ustedes lo supieron? No tengo idea de lo que hablan! Laito: ¿Ehh~? ''Hay uno'', ¿no es así? Ese animal tan perfecto. Ayato: Ehh? Kanato: De todas formas, hagamos los preparativos para poder salir! Vamos, Shu, tú también apúrate! Shu: ¿Haa? ¿Desde cuando quedé involucrado en esto? Laito: No te preocupes por pequeñese. Shu también obtendrá su parte. ¿Si? Shu: *Suspira* Ayato: Por cierto, de qué están hablando! Expliquen!

*Todos se van*

*Ciudad*

Shin: Aghh, que calor. Honestamente, me pregunto hasta donde Nii-san debería usarme para quedar satisfecho? Shin: A pesar de este calor, algo como enviarme por la mañana a comprar jamón es ridículo! Shin: ¿Oh?! Shin: Estaré viendo ilusiones por el calor? Al borde de la carretera están los manises que me gustan! Shin: *Huele* Y este olor es de esos increbles manises viejo que son muy dificil de conseguir!? Shin: Esto es una trampa, ¿verdad? Pero, ahora mismo mi cuerpo esta deseando los manises...! Pero...! Que sería del orgullo de los Fundadores si comiera algo del piso...! Shin: Uggh, pero...! Mierda! Lo tomo. Shin: ¿Eh?! Shu: Atrapado. Shin: Qu-!? Qué sucede con ustedes!? No me jodan, así que si era una trampa! Laito: Fufufu, quisieras que te prepararas para lo que esta por llegar~ Kanato: Agita la cola para quitar nuestro estrés! Shin: ¿Hah? ¿Desestres? Ayato: Ya veo. Él es el animal perfecto, eh. Ciertamente... Shin: ¿Hah!? ¿Qué quieres decir? Ayato: Eso no importa. Vamos, date prisa y conviertete en lobo! Relax-relax! Shin: ¿Lobo? Que demonios... no estoy entiendiendo de que me hablan. Shin: Mejor dicho, ¿quien se piensan que soy? Soy un Primera Sangre. No soy alguien con el que normalmente puedan hablar todos los días. Qué tal si prestan más atención? Shu: Da la pata. Shin: ¿Haa? Laito: Sientate. Kanato: ¿No podrías cambiar? Shin: Tch... agh, tienen muchas agallas. Bueno, da igual. Entendí lo que quieren hacer. Posiblemente me quieren convertir en su perro. Hah! Entonces lo haré justo como desean!! *Se transforma en lobo*

*Aulla*

Shin: Hah, ¿así esta bien? Ahh, qué demonios con esta red *se la quita* Ayato: Esto es malo, es muy esponjoso! Dejamé acariciarte! Shin: ¿HAA!? ¿Crees que te dejaré tocarme y ya- IDIOTAAA *lo muerde* Ayato: AGh! Ouch...! ¿Qué demonios estás haciendo? L-la sangre... no se detiene...! *Se va corriendo* Shin: Es obvio que si intenta tocarme voy a contraatacar! Eres demasiado ingenueo para creer que puedes acariciarme! Laito: Nfu, en ese caso... qué tal esto? Atra~palo! *Lanza un palo* Ve a tomarlo~! Shin: PF Laito: Eh- ¿no vas a tomarlo? Shin: Ve tú a tomarlo! Vamos, date prisa y ve! No des vueltas! Laito: Eh- ehh, eemm... Shin: Date prisa y ve pervertido! Laito: Ehh... EHHH!? Caray... *voz oscura* que  *Laito se va* Shin: Hah, huye! Bien, y ahora el siguiente... Kanato: Kuh... eres una mascota muy insolente... Shin: No tanto como tú. Kanato: Sin embargo, una vez de enfretarte a mí serás domesticado. Porque después de todo... ten Kanato: Es la hora del almuerzo. Hay un montón de manises Shin: M-manises... ma-ma... Kanato: Hahaha... bien, adelante come. Shin: Aa-ah... Kanato: Hunde tu cabeza, deberías comer mientras se cubre con salsa de maní, si haces eso entonces recordarás tu instinto salvaje! Shin: Ugaah...! Kuh... hahahaHAHAHAHAH! Kanato: Ugh, que sucede repentinamente? Shin: QUE PENA, no. Sakamaki Kanato. Sabes, me gustan los manises pero ODIO las cascaras de manises. Kanato: !? No puede ser... Shin: HAHAHA! Que mal por ti, HAHA! Kanato: *Llorando* Los manises que había recogido eran cáscaras de manises... *llorando* Ya no quiero saber nada de Shin! *llorando* *Se va* Shu: ... ... Shin: ¿Y? ¿Qué vas a hacer tú? Esta bien, seré tu oponente. Shu: Haa, no. Esta bien Shin: Jaja, eso pensé. *Se vuelve a transformar en humano* Shu: En vez de querer relajarse, deberían haber notado que había un problema antes. Shin: Mejor dicho, debe haber algo mal con ellos por no haberlo notado. Shu: Haa, después de todo cada uno de ellos son idiotas. Shin: Por cierto, qué tu también hayas hecho lo mismo que los tres idiotas es inesperado. Shu: Yo también estaba buscando algo más con que relajarme a parte de mi amor por la música. Shin: Bueno, gracias a esto estoy totalmente relajado, jaja.

~Fin~

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“SWIGGITY SWEEDBACK, LEAVE ME SOME FEEDBACK!” - @da-chubby-burb . Chapter five! Holy shit! Okay, you guys BLOW ME AWAY with your responses and predictions for every chapter I write for @littlekiwifrog’s fucking spectacular It AU. Seriously, I love you all. I want to give a HUGE Shout out to my betas, SkyHighDisco-New, @navy-follower, and @clownxwithxaxpaperxboat  These three are freaking amazing human beings and I love them all. You all deserve hot cocoa! As per usual, enjoy the chapter!

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Georgie awoke in darkness. He frowned, squirmed, and tried to move his oddly unresponsive body out from under whatever pinned him in place, heartbeat quickening as he did so. The darkness engulfing him didn’t cease to be, but something atop him shifted, just enough to pin him closer to- well- what he was on top of, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it was very hot, and very dark, and he wanted to get out from under it, thank you very much. His sleep-glazed eyes began to focus on what looked to be a mess of white sheets, which caused him to stop scrambling to get free.

They weren’t his sheets, but they seemed familiar.

He frowned in the dark and slowly reached one hand out in front of him, pawing at the sheets, still incredibly aware of the weight on his back. It was hot, and it shifted around slightly, letting out small breaths of air before settling back down atop him. It was only when a soft snore resonated from above him that he figured it out. He huffed out an irritated breath and put a bit more effort into squirming, his legs tangling in the bedsheets.

“Billy! You’re squishin’ me!” He squawked, giving the weight atop him a shove. The snores above him intensified and he groaned exasperatedly. “Bill,” he whined, drawing out the name to last a small eternity. “Get off!” The snoring stopped and something atop him shifted.

A soft, somewhat irritated moan rang in his ears, a yawn following. “Juh-” Bill audibly swallowed before trying again, “Juh-Juh…” Georgie glared at the blankets and pushed at Bill’s chest, not in the mood to wait for his brother’s tongue to start working.

“Yes, it’s me. Now get off!” Bill groaned softly, but obliged, Georgie wiggling out from under his arms and taking a gulping breath of air, the cold morning air causing him to cross his arms against his chest. Bill laughed softly behind him and he whirled around to stick out his tongue, pushing at the arm that was still wrapped around his shoulder. “You’re still sweaty.” He observed as his brother retracted his arm and rubbed at his tired eyes, the brilliant blue they normally carried muted from sleep, looking almost glassy. Georgie watched his brother stand, fiddling idly with the bottom of his cream nightshirt.

“Suh-Sorry,” he muttered, yawning once more into his hand. Georgie tugged his legs from the blankets and sat upright on the bed, tilting his head to the side slightly like a curious dog.

“Feelin’ any better?” Bill visibly stiffened, his cheeks draining of color.

“Fine.” He replied, a soft smile gracing his lips. Georgie frowned. He could always tell when his brother was lying, as much as Bill liked to pretend he didn’t. There were two key things he had become aware of in his seven years of living. One, was that his stutter would intensify so much, he could hardly speak, even though he had been fine moments before. The other dead giveaway was when he spoke in single, harsh syllables that didn’t tie his tongue into knots, tugging them from his throat like they were stuck within it.

“Are you sure?” He asked, leaning forward, ignoring the way that Bill flinched back. “Because you don’t look fine.” Bill’s smile faded into something that looked more like a grimace and he rubbed at his face with the heel of his hand.

“I’m shu-sure,” he averted his eyes, but Georgie had seen the lie outright. After all, he knew Bill didn’t scare easily, but he had been shaking the night before. Surely that would stick with him into the morning? Still, Georgie bit his lip against the remark on his tongue, simply nodding and rising from the mess of blankets, stretching his arms high above his head with a heavy exhale.

“’M'kay,” he mumbled, sidestepping Bill and shooting him a sleepy grin before pushing open the door and stepping out into the hallway, deciding to brush his teeth before getting on with his morning. He was completely unaware of the way Bill watched him walk away, looking borderline frightened before shutting and latching the door to his room, retreating back behind the closed door.

Bill put his head into his hands the second Georgie was out of sight and let out a long, shuddering sigh, flopping backward onto his bed and trying to force images of last night’s dream out of his head. It wasn’t working. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make them leave, images of demons readying themselves to spring, the scent of blood, the feeling of pure terror as something- something hideous and otherworldly and wrong latched itself around his ankle, and the sound of his own deranged screams and wails before he had awoken in a cold sweat.

He changed out of his pyjamas in silence save for his thoughts, desperately wishing it wasn’t so quiet. Every creak from the floorboards set him off, thinking that the beast of his nightmare was coming for him, which was ridiculous. Even though he scolded himself for thinking such things, he couldn’t block out the noises of Georgie’s desperate screaming that his brain seemed content to repeat in an endless loop, growing steadily louder as he tugged his green t-shirt over his head and buttoned his jeans.

He would never admit that he had woken up a few more times that night on the verge of tears, his chest aching like his heart had fractured within it and his lungs screaming for air, a pair of hideous, gleaming yellow eyes etched into his mind. He made sure to tug the sleeping mass of Georgie just a little closer every time, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer to his side. Then, he would resume his staring competition with his ceiling until his eyelids were too heavy for him to keep open and he drifted off into a tormented sort of sleep that had him awake and gasping for breath mere minutes after, and so the cycle would continue.

He was reminded of that as he flopped backward onto his still-warm bed, letting his left hand hang loosely over the edge, knuckles grazing the floor. It was stupid to get so worked up over a dream. He was fourteen, not four, but somehow, that particular nightmare had deemed itself as different from the rest. He took a heaving breath and rolled over, shoving his fingers through his hair once in a futile attempt to get it to hang straight. Most nightmares, he had discovered, weren’t forgotten as easily as dreams, but still faded and lost some of their horrific quality by morning. But, this one wasn’t a normal nightmare, of that much, he was certain. The details were so crisp, so clear and unwavering in his mind that he knew this dream wasn’t going to leave him alone, even in his waking hours.

He rose from the bed with a small sigh, stretching once before plodding out of the room, stealing down the hall and cautiously peering into the kitchen. It didn’t look like either of his parents were up yet, which was always a plus. Quickly, knowing that he didn’t have much time until Georgie flew in, he made for the phone and quietly dialed, hoping against all odds that Ben was up.

He tangled his fingers in the white cord and let his head fall to the cold wall as the first ring echoed in his ears. And the second. Ben picked up on the third warbling ring and took a breath. Bill spoke before Ben could gather his words.

“I nuh-need to talk to you,” he mumbled, fighting not to let his voice crack.

“Bill, are you-”

“I’m fuh-fine, Ben,” he let the lie slip from his lips like he had the night before, guilt gnawing at his gut. “I juh-ju-just need to talk.”

There was a slight shuffling on the other end of the line, which Bill presumed to be Ben grabbing a chair before he resumed speaking. “Right, okay. Talk.” Bill scrubbed a hand over his face.

“No, luh-like, in puh-puh-” he took a shuddering breath through his nose, “person.” He could practically hear the pitying look Ben was wearing through the static and fought to keep himself from letting it get to him.

“Um, today?” Bill nodded vigorously before realizing Ben couldn’t see it. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing the phone tightly to his ear.

“Yes, puh-please.” He managed, silently cursing the fact that his voice wavered.

“You okay?” It was the way that Ben sounded so genuinely concerned that made Bill bite his lip, desperate to keep composure.

“Sort of.” He felt a small surge of pride at the lack of a stutter in those two words and felt his mood lift. “I juh-just wanted to tuh-tuh-”

Damn it.

He trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose and gritting his teeth. “Talk to you.” He felt like a broken record as those words left his lips.

“Oh.” He could sense the hesitance in Ben’s words and stayed silent, knowing that, although he wanted Bill to speak, he wasn’t going to wait very long before continuing. “Actually, I was just about to call you. Mike, Richie, and I were going to check out the Neibolt house. Mike’s dad’s doing some research on historical buildings and figured that we’d want to help out…” He could practically hear Ben shrug.

“Oh, th-that’s fuh-fine, I guess,” Bill managed, shuffling awkwardly and twining his fingers with the cord. Ben took a deep breath and Bill could hear it through the line, mingling with the static.

“I was going to invite you along…” Bill smiled in spite of the situation, feeling the knot in his gut loosen considerably. “But, if you don’t want to, I totally get it-”

“I’ll cuh-come,” he interrupted. “That suh-sounds…” He searched for the right word for a moment. He settled with “different,” and Ben half-laughed.

“Good. Richie didn’t want to come until he heard there would be ice-cream.” Bill snorted.

“Suh-sounds like Tuh-Trashmouth,” he agreed. The two boys stayed in silence for a moment, before Ben broke it by clearing his throat.

“Why did you call me?”

Bill blinked. “What do you muh-mean?" 

Ben sighed. "Just, I haven’t known you that long. I’m not complaining, but I thought you would have called somebody else if you wanted to talk…” Ben’s voice sounded genuinely concerned, but also touched, that he was the one Bill would call.

“Nah,” Bill leaned against the wall, knowing that it was his turn to speak. “You’re the buh-best listener,” he explained, “Richie wuh-would make a joke and tuh-try to muh-make me smile. Muh-Mike would try to fix th-things.” He mentally began to do an inventory of his friends, counting them off on his fingers. “Bev’s duh-dad would kick her ass if I cuh-called. Stan would th-think I was overreacting. And Eddie wuh-would fuh-freak out. I still want tuh-to tell them, but yuh-you’re the best at juh-just listening.” It felt like something heavy lifted off of his chest when he said those words, as though just admitting that he wanted to talk would be enough to make the horrors he had faced the night before a little less frightening.

Ben laughed. “Thanks, Big Bill.”

Bill nodded. “Don’t muh-mention it. Trust me, yuh-you’re great.” Once again, they lapsed into silence, but it was far more comfortable than the last time.

“Meet you there around noon?”

“Suh-sounds good.”

“Cool!” The dial tone sounded almost hollow in his ears and he let it ring for a moment before hanging the phone back on the wall, taking care not to tangle the cord before latching the white device into place.

“What’re you doing?” Bill nearly leapt out of his skin at the sudden presence of a new voice, turning to shoot a glare at his younger brother.

“You sh-shouldn’t be eaves-duh-dropping,” he scolded. Georgie had the decency to look sheepish. His eyes fell to the ground.

“Sorry, Billy,” he mumbled to his socks, looking back at Bill after a few moments. “But I didn’t hear much, promise!” Bill rolled his eyes fondly, still glad to be hearing his brother’s voice, even if the dream had long since passed.

“I wuh-was just tuh-talking to Ben,” he explained, running his fingers through his fair a couple times more, silently wishing for a comb. “He in-invited me to go on some kuh-kind of huh-historic hunt at the Nuh-Neibolt house.” Georgie nodded, pulling one chair from the table and sliding into it, one hand reaching for the muffins on the table.

“Are you gonna go?” He inquired around a mouthful of muffin, crumbs spilling down the front of his yellow shirt. Bill shrugged amiably.

“Probably.” He admitted, biting back the: Yes! That jumped onto his tongue in hopes that Georgie wouldn’t ask to tag along. He, however, knew that his efforts would prove futile the second the words left his mouth. Georgie’s eyes lit up.

“Can I come? Please?” Bill wanted so badly to say no, but once he looked into his brother’s wide eyes, he knew he was a goner.

“Well…” he started, averting his eyes and snatching a muffin. “I duh-don’t know if I wuh-want you there,” he confessed. Georgie let out a high pitched whine and rocked back and forth on his chair.

“Pleeeaase?” He begged. Bill slumped into a chair across from him and took a bite out of the chocolate-chip muffin, making sure to chew slowly.

“I dunno, are you shu-shure you cuh-can handle it?” He asked after swallowing, leaning forward slightly as he took another bite. “It is the Nuh-Neibolt Street house, yuh-you know the one.”

Georgie huffed out an irritated breath. “Yeah, I know. It’s not that scary.”

Bill raised his eyebrows skeptically. “It sc-scared Richie pretty buh-badly the other day…” he continued. Georgie squared his shoulders, brushing crumbs from his lap.

“I can handle it,” he insisted, “I promise!” Bill hummed slightly in thought, which caused Georgie to squirm in place. “Billy!” Bill held up one finger and swallowed.

“Okay,” he agreed, secretly loving the way Georgie’s face shone with a pure, childlike sort of glee.

“Really?”

Bill couldn’t help the answer that slipped past his lips. “No.” Georgie’s face fell and he had just opened his mouth to protest when Bill let out a laugh. “Just kuh-kidding.” Georgie glared at him and pointed his muffin at his older brother accusingly.

“That was mean!”

Bill grinned. “I wuh-was kidding!” He managed to say before a muffin wrapper hit him in the face, leaving a trail of crumbs down his shirt. Bill shook his head and looked over to where his younger brother sat with a pleased expression on his face. A soft laugh escaped Bill and he pushed his chair back and stood, balling up his own wrapper and pulling his arm back like he was going to make a game-winning pitch. Georgie squealed and shoved his chair aside, ducking behind the table as Bill let the wrapper fly. It hit the cupboard behind his target with a dull thud, prompting said target to giggle and peer over the edge of the table.

“You missed!” He sang in a mocking voice, sticking out his tongue at Bill. That, of course, was when Bill whipped out the wrapper that Georgie had pummeled him with and hurled it at his brother. It was a beautiful throw. Georgie squeaked as it hit him squarely in the face. A small surge of pride flared in his chest and a smug grin found his lips as Georgie shot him a scowl.

“That one duh-didn’t miss.” Bill remarked, leaning back cockily on his chair, watching as Georgie tossed the wrappers into the garbage bin.

“Yeah, but it was my wrapper.”

Bill rolled his eyes. “So?” Georgie opened his mouth to argue further, but then he seemed to realize how petty he was being and giggled. Bill soon joined him, and even though the horrors of last night didn’t fade from behind his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit better.

“Did you guh-get the camera fuh-from Dad?” It had been nearly an hour, and Bill was beginning to grow restless from waiting. His knees jittered as he sat on the front porch, bike at the ready mere feet away from him. The door behind him swung open and he turned to look as Georgie pranced toward him.

“Yep!” His brother proclaimed, stopping only to lace his yellow sneakers. The device in question swung loosely around his neck, the boy wearing it struggling to adjust the strap the second he stood. Bill laughed softly and moved to his side.

“Nuh-need some help with that?” He asked, gesturing to the strap. His brother nodded and grinned widely as Bill worked the weatherbeaten strip of leather, taking a moment to loosen it before pulling it tight, letting it hang at Georgie’s chest rather than at his ankles. He gave the strap one final yank. “That shu-should do it.” He took a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Thanks Billy!” Georgie chirped, practically bouncing down the front steps to his bike, camera swaying along with his movements. “How much longer until they get here?” Bill sank back down to the loose boards and drummed on his knees.

“Dunno. Th-they just said they’d-” A bicycle bell rang in the distance, effectively cutting him off and answering Georgie’s question. Bill squinted down the street in the direction of the noise, putting one hand on his forehead to shield his eyes as he stood, Georgie bounding ahead of him to get to his bike, camera swinging wildly. “Pick us up.” He finished with a wide smile, moving to leap astride Silver.

“Hi-ho, Big Bill!” Richie’s voice rang through the street in what he thought passed for a British accent, punctuated with a hoot from Mike and a laugh from Ben. Bill rolled his eyes, standing up on Silver’s pedals and beginning to pump his legs, Georgie already far ahead of him. “Stopping day!” The three on bikes were closer now, close enough to see the eye-rolls that were shared at Richie’s attempts to make them laugh.

“You do know that voice is awful, right?” Mike pointed out. Richie gasped.

“You fockin’ wot, mate?”

“Beep beep, Richie.” Ben scolded, jutting out his chin in the direction of Georgie and Bill, who were now mere feet away, Bill beginning to pedal in slow, lazy circles around the group. Georgie simply stopped, already scuffed sneakers hitting the ground. Richie pushed up his glasses, having the decency to sound sheepish.

“Hey, Georgie.” Georgie puffed up his chest, wheeling his bike a little faster and gliding on the street, steadily shooting ahead of the group. Mike laughed at his enthusiasm.

“What’s he so worked up about?”

Bill shrugged and the four of them fell in sync, Georgie shooting to the end of the street and looping back a couple of times. “He’s juh-just excited that Duh-Dad let him use the camera,” he explained, “and he luh-loves you guys.”

“Rightly so, although…” Richie waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “my heart does belong to Mrs. K.” Bill snorted, trying not to let his amusement show, knowing that it would only set the trashmouth off. Luckily for him, Richie didn’t notice and the group lapsed into silence, save for the steady grinding of their chains and the sound of tires on the concrete. Bill was glad for the quiet company and focused his gaze on the street below him, not trusting himself to look up at the houses without feeling that same dread from last night creeping back into his heart.

So instead, he busied himself by looking at the autumn leaves, still speckled with green amongst the orange, red, and golden yellow hues, crunching under the spinning tires that carried him down the familiar street.

“YOU’RE SO SLOW!” Georgie hooted, his voice startling Bill as it was so close and so loud, practically right in his ear. The handlebars swung and Bill had to take a sharp breath in through his nose as he struggled to keep the bike steady for a moment.

“We’ll cuh-catch up, Georgie,” Bill managed with a watery smile. He pretended not to notice the uneasy looks that were shared behind his back as Georgie looped around the group and shot back up the street.

“You okay?” It was Mike who spoke up, effortlessly wheeling his bike so it was right next to Bill’s beast of a ride. Bill shook his head.

“Not ruh-really,” he admitted, “I’ll ex-puh-plain later.”

Mike nodded. “Fair enough.” A wide grin broke out across his face. “After all, this is going to be fun!” Richie scoffed.

“What are we even doing at the house anyway? Real estate? Starting up a sex dungeon?” Mike shook his head, ignoring the gross remark.

“No, my dad’s doing a project on the old parts of Derry, like really old. He wanted to check Neibolt off of the list.” He gestured to the camera hanging around his neck. “We take some pictures, and then we’re done. Just in and out.” He addressed the latter part mostly at Richie, whose frown had been deepening through Mike’s explanation.

“And there’s ice-cream, right?” He pressed.

Mike laughed. “Of course, idiot.”

Richie shuddered. “Jeez man, you drive a hard bargain.” His tone turned serious, and Bill could see that even though he was hiding it with a joke, he was genuinely unnerved. “That place is creepy as fuck.”

“You’re already on the way there.” Ben pointed out, which silenced the Trashmouth for a moment, but once Bill saw the lopsided smirk creeping onto his freckled face, he knew they were in for a long ride.

“But, I could just sit outside,” Richie wheedled. “I bet Georgie’s not going inside.” All eyes turned to Bill, Richie’s silently pleading with him to agree from behind his thick coke-bottle glasses. Bill shook his head.

“Nah, he’s cuh-coming in. He suh-says he can handle it.” Mike let out a triumphant “Ha!” and Richie groaned. Bill could tell that although he despised the house, he wasn’t going to play lookout. His assumption was confirmed with the next words that escaped the Trashmouth’s throat.

“Okay, fine,” he said grudgingly, with a slight scowl, “I’ll go in.”

“That’s the spirit!” Ben enthused.

“But-” Richie visibly shuddered. “If I see one fuckin’ clown in there, I’m noping the hell out.”

“Cuh-come on, Rich. None of th-them are real,” Bill prompted. Richie sighed heavily and pushed up his glasses, putting on a bit more speed.

“Fine. But if there’s one real clown, I’m leaving you in the freakin’ dust.”

Mike shrugged, keeping pace with him as he began to pull ahead. “That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” There was silence for a few moments more, until Georgie came rocketing back down the street, swerving to avoid the four.

“Come oonnnnnnn!” He moaned as he looped back around them, his feet a nothing more than a yellow blur on the pedals. “You guys are so slow!”

“Slow?” Mike asked, to which the younger boy nodded. He then turned to Richie, and Bill watched his eyes light up with a mischievous gleam. “Hey, Rich, are we slow?” Bill held back with Ben, watching as the other two slowly began to accelerate.

“Why, my good sir!” Richie gasped in the voice of the British guy, causing Georgie to giggle. “I don’t believe that rubbish!” Georgie suddenly seemed to notice the way they were gaining on him and tried to accelerate forward, letting out a squeal of surprise when both Richie and Mike shot past him, grinning across the street at each other. Bill watched with a grin until they disappeared around a corner. Fear fell upon him like a lead weight.

I can’t see him.

I can’t see him, and what if that- that thing gets him and he screams out my name, but I can’t get to him because he’s dead and that thing, that fucking thing with the yellow eyes and sharp teeth will get him all because of me and-

“Bill?” Bill took a heaving breath through his nose and turned to face Ben, the round boy’s bike directly across from Silver’s hulking frame. “Why’d you call?” He asked softly. Bill set his jaw and pedaled a little harder.

“It’s stuh-stupid,” he growled, suddenly feeling apprehensive. “It sh-shouldn’t have buh-buh-bugged me so much.”

“That’s fine.”

Bill chose his next words carefully. “It was huh-horrible, Ben,” he began softly, noting how the other boy’s gaze softened, “if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

“O-kay?” Ben sounded unsure, but Bill knew that he needed to tell someone. Anyone. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

“It was like a duh-dream. Buh-But not, not really.” He kept his eyes fixed firmly ahead as they rounded the corner, his eyes latching onto the fleeting figures of his brother and his friends, smiling as Richie almost toppled from his bike as he attempted to stand on the seat, hawaiian shirt streaming out behind him like a banner. He could see Ben frown out of his peripheral vision and bit his tongue before elaborating, “it was tuh-too real. I wuh-was on this st-street.” He could see it behind his eyes and set his shoulders, trying to stifle the sudden surge of emotions in his chest. “An-and it was wrong. It suh-seemed almost normal, but it wuh-was so cuh-cold.” He could feel his stutter beginning to intensify behind his closed lips and swallowed hard, as if that would keep it at bay. “It wuh-was raining, too. But cuh-cold rain, like huh-huh-huh-” He closed his eyes, keeping his hands firmly clasped around SIlver’s handlebars, just feeling the street beneath him.

Took a breath.

What was it like, Bill?

What did you see?

“Hail. It was huh-hailing, but with ruh-rain, and it hurt.” He was ahead of Ben now, but not by much, the other boy’s shadow still overlapping his own. “And it was eh-empty too, th-there was nuh-nuh-nobody there.” A shudder ripped through him. “But I had tuh-to walk. You nuh-know how in duh-dreams how you cuh-can’t always cuh-control what you duh-do?” Ben nodded.

“Yeah.”

Bill began to pedal faster.

“It was luh-like that. I huh-had to keep walking.”

Ben nodded thoughtfully, taking a moment to come up alongside Bill. “Okay, I get it.”

Bill laughed humorlessly. “Cuh-course you do.” There was silence for a few moments more as Bill gathered his thoughts, snatches of the dream shooting through his head at a million miles per hour. “And th-then, the houses wuh-wuh-were falling apart, like th-they weren’t even th-there to begin with. All old and duh-decayed.” Bill tried not to begin shaking as twisted screams echoed in his head. “Th-th-the screaming came nuh-huh-huh-” He inhaled sharply through his nose and let it out through his teeth. “Next.” Ben was beginning to look more and more concerned with each stuttered syllable.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Bill shook his head no, but he didn’t wait for Ben to offer him comfort.

“It was Juh-Juh-Georgie.” His closed fists began to tremble against Silver’s handle grips. “He wuh-was screaming, but it wuh-wasn’t like he was puh-playing. Huh-he was screaming because, buh-buh-because-” Bill swallowed hard. “He wuh-was hurt and sc-scared and al-al-alone, because I wuh-wasn’t there.” His voice trembled and he screwed up his face, as if that would take the fear out of his words. “The water I was wuh-wading th-th-through turned to ice, and I cuh-couldn’t move. Ah-and Georgie juh-just kept screaming, he cuh-cuh-called for help and I couldn't…” A sob worked its way out of his throat.

“Bill, breathe,” Ben instructed, wheeling himself closer. “You don’t have to keep going.”

Bill lowered his head. “I’m guh-gonna.” He spat.

“Okay,” Ben mumbled, sounding somewhat unsure.

“Okay,” Bill echoed. “He sounded so duh-desperate, and th-then there wuh-was a crack. And th-th-there were all these nuh-noises. Something wuh-was eating him.” Ben looked almost sick, but Bill didn’t stop, knowing that if he didn’t get it out then, he wouldn’t at all. “And it suh-said it was all muh-muh-my fault. And th-then I could see It, cuh-cuh-crouching over huh-him with so many fuh-fucking teeth…”

He could see his brother ahead, a yellow speck dancing above his blue bike, protected by the two boys on either side of him. He held tightly to that image while he spoke, not wanting his fears to pull him under again. “I cuh-closed my eyes buh-because I couldn’t kuh-keep looking. It suh-smelled like blood. It kuh-kept telling muh-me that I cuh-couldn’t save him, and th-th-that it was…” He inhaled sharply through his teeth, shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. “My fault.” He fought against the bile rising in his throat, forcing himself to continue. “And th-then, It guh-got me. It puh-puh-pulled me under the wuh-water and I-” His voice cracked miserably. “I woke up.” Ben was visibly shaken, but didn’t comment outright.

Bill couldn’t blame him. It took a few moments of silence for Ben to gather his words again, the round boy speaking slowly, but deliberately. “That’s not normal.”

Bill barked out a laugh. “You could say that again.” The silence that followed was one of acceptance, and frankly, was far more comforting than the unhealthy pauses and gaps during their phone conversation. It felt trusting, as though the pair of them were completely in sync. They would have stayed in a comfortable silence, had the Neibolt house been further away.

Its lopsided windows leered down at them with loose boards for eyebrows, the house looking almost slanted, like it could come down on their heads if they so much as breathed on it. It made everything seem cold, unforgiving, like the black spires that jutted from atop it, piercing the sky with their twisted points. The bikes of his younger brother and two friends were already strewn about the untrimmed, yellowing front lawn, the owners engaged in a rather loud conversation. Bill squeezed the brakes and skidded to a stop, wheeling the bike past the rusted gate and onto the grass, taking the time to stand Silver upright. Ben’s bike hit the dirt behind him with a soft thud and the pair turned to face the scene in front of them.

Georgie was hooting and cheering, pointing at Richie whilst prancing in circles around him, carefully avoiding the yellow flowers mixed in with the stiff grass.

“I BEAT YOU!” He crowed before turning his attention to Mike, an infectious grin dominating his youthful face, eyes shining. “AND I BEAT YOU!”

Mike put his hands in the air defensively. “Richie almost crashed in front of me, he slowed me down!” He protested. Georgie giggled.

Richie shrugged. “That’s just how I roll, Mikey!” He proclaimed, pushing up his glasses.

“Right,” Mike agreed. “That’s how you roll. In front of me. Off of the sidewalk and into the bushes.” Richie clapped him on the back, earning an eye-roll.

“Exactly! See?” He pointed finger guns at Mike. “This guy gets it.” It looked like they were going to continue, and they probably would have, had Bill not cut them off.

“Ruh-Right, so what are we huh-here to do, exactly?” Everyone turned to Mike expectantly, even Georgie calming down and shooting him a curious look. Mike surveyed his small audience for a moment before speaking.

“Like I said before, we’re just here to take a few pictures. Just of the rooms and stuff, maybe the old well.” Bill tried to fend off the unease he felt as he gazed at the lone tree and parched yellow flowers surrounding them. They seemed wrong, but he knew he was just being ridiculous.

He had to be imagining the feeling of being watched, right?

He brushed it off, tuning into Mike’s words. “It’ll be fine,” he closed with, shooting Richie a meaningful glance. Richie shuddered.

“Let’s get this over with.” Mike was the first one to move, wiping his hands on his beige pants before pacing toward the house, camera at the ready. He stopped only to get a shot of the crooked door frame, brambles and dead leaves clinging to the brittle supports. The others watched him for a moment as he stiffened, letting the camera swing freely around his neck. He looked at them over his shoulder.

“You guys coming?” That was all the encouragement they needed. Ben nodded, and Bill fell in step behind him, Richie and Georgie bringing up the rear. Bill could practically feel the tension leaking off his friends. It was heavy, muggy, like summer heat that would make it feel like you were walking through something alive, something that clung to your skin along with your own sweat and scent of the outdoors, making every step feel weighted. That was all Bill could feel as the five of them entered the house, the scent of stagnant air and dust filling his nostrils as he stepped in.

The floorboards creaked beneath them as they trudged in together, bits of dust flying around their feet with each step. The inside didn’t look much better than the outside, the wooden walls looking as though they housed at least a thousand different species of bugs. Bill turned his attention from the house over to Georgie, who was fiddling with the camera, pointing it at various areas of the house without taking any pictures, framing shots in his head. He pointed the camera at Bill, and a flash lit up the room.

There was a mechanical grinding, and then a small polaroid picture fell from it. Georgie tugged it off and began to shake it, knocking it against his off-green pants a few times, peering excitedly at it as the white-framed black square framed lit up to reveal Bill’s somewhat startled expression and the dingy inside of twenty-nine Neibolt Street.

Bill felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw the rather dark shadow that seemed to be right behind him. Before he could take a closer look, Georgie had it clasped happily between his fingers, and was about to fold it in half to stick in his pocket when Ben stopped him.

“Here,” he flipped open his bookbag and motioned for Georgie to drop the picture inside. “Then, it won’t get crumpled,” he explained. Georgie flashed him a wide grin.

“Thanks, Ben!” He chirped, depositing the paper before bounding off in the opposite direction of the group, camera swinging wildly as he turned to face the door, framing a few more shots and giggling to himself. Bill couldn’t help the small smile that found him as he watched his brother prance about, setting up a few more shots as they ventured deeper into the abandoned building. Bill watched Ben’s lips curve up into a smile and felt some of the tension in the air melt away. Even Richie seemed to have relaxed a little, his tensed shoulders falling slack beneath the salmon-pink shirt he wore.

“So…” he drawled, slipping into the voice of the British guy, “I say, good sir, what rooms shall we traverse on this fine day?”

Mike laughed. “I told you, Rich! A few shots of some of the downstairs rooms, maybe check out the basement…” Mike’s face suddenly lit up with a mischievous gleam. “And I also wanted to get a shot of that creepy clown room upstairs…”

Richie slumped forward, groaning theatrically. “Do we have to?” He moaned.

Mike shrugged. “If we want to finish this history hunt and get the ice-cream my dad promised us, we do!” Ben nodded.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the whole reason we’re here, Richie.” The Trashmouth groaned.

“Okay, I just don’t remember ‘Kinky clown puppet theatre’ being on that list!” He spluttered. “Think of the children!” Ben snorted. Richie scrunched up his face. “Well, child,” he corrected.

Bill grinned, pushing his unease aside.

“Georgie’s fine, guys. Ruh-Right, Georgie?” Georgie backed up toward him, pointing the camera at a fractured window.

“Yep!” He agreed, sticking his tongue out in concentration. It was then that Georgie stopped walking with the group, and listened, tilting his head like an attentive dog. He could still hear the footsteps of his brother and his friends, but above that, something else- something different. The group, however didn’t notice.

They didn’t notice the way the sound wavered and crackled in his ears with haunting phrases, making up what seemed to be a melody that echoed in his head. They didn’t notice when he slipped away from them in the direction of the stairs leading to the well, armed only with his camera.

He took a few steps away from the other four, trying to place where exactly he had heard it before as it rang in his head. It sounded familiar, almost comforting, which floored him. It wasn’t a nice tune, but it was so, so recognizable that it just seemed so much more alien to him. He could still hear Bill talking to Richie to reassure him as he stole toward one of the slanted doors, the thing hanging open on its rusted hinges, holding up the door with what could easily have been gum and sheer force of will. The singing was muffled slightly by the wood, but Georgie knew that it would become clearer once he entered the room concealed by the gnarled oak planks.

Georgie pushed slightly on the door, and was surprised when it didn’t do so much as squeal, simply swinging open invitingly. “There’s no actual cuh-clowns here.” Georgie could see stairs leading down now, a small window in the cement wall of what appeared to be a cellar illuminating an old well, dust particles dancing in the sunlight. Recognition suddenly sparked in his chest, along with hope.

“Penny?” He asked excitedly, leaning on the handrail that didn’t look like it would support his weight.

It wobbled, but didn’t fall, so he kept his hand on it as he strode down the stairs, keeping one hand on the camera. If his friend had heard him, he didn’t show it, the words not stopping or even faltering, just continuing in their steady rhythm. They rang from the bottom of the well, and Georgie found himself being drawn toward it, like a magnet to a metallic surface. He crept to it, delicately perching on the edge of it with his trusty camera at the ready.

The bricks crumbled slightly under his hand, the scent of dust almost overpowering now, but he scarcely noticed, waiting for his moment to strike. He leaned forward, small smile on his face, camera poised-

“BOO!” A bright flash lit the darkness of the well for a split second, leaving bright spots across his vision.

He could have sworn he saw two eyes down in the darkness before the light faded, and was about to lean closer to check when-

“GEORGIE!” He turned, a confused look crossing his face as he rested his weight against the cracked bricks of the well, still holding tightly to the camera with his free hand. “Get away from-!” The brick supporting Georgie’s weight crumbled beneath him.

It was as though he was falling in slow motion, every clawing movement he made slowed to a crawl. Dust flew from beneath his palm as it skidded forward just far enough for him to teeter over the stone lip of the well, nearly hitting his head on the winch hanging in the air above him.

The boy hardly had enough time to let out a startled shriek before gravity took hold, intending to drag him completely into the inky depths of the well. “GEORGIE!” Bill howled again, his voice breaking. Georgie only screamed in response, the gaping maw of the well looming ever closer, ever nearer as gravity hurled him toward it.

Georgie filled his lungs with air and squeezed his eyes shut tight, intent on letting out another scream when something stopped him. His eyes slid open uncertainly. A white glove pushed lightly on the middle of his chest, long fingers keeping him upright and suspended. His wide-eyed gaze trailed from the off-white ruffles lacing the connected wrist, to the red bells looped carefully around it, all the way up to the yellow-eyed gaze of his friend.

Heart hammering, he let himself be lifted by the clown, a single strong arm pushing him out of the well and out of danger. His yellow converse hit the ground and he staggered back, arms splayed at his sides. In that moment, he made eye contact with his rescuer.

The clown looked back at him almost expectantly, eyes wide, hair illuminated by the cracked window looking almost like flames. Georgie let out a nervous laugh, swallowing once dryly.

“D-Did I scare you?” He asked, having the decency to look sheepish.

An expression of confused disgust crossed Penny’s face, the upper lip of the clown raising into a snarl, eyes flashing with sheer revulsion. Before Georgie could question him further, he was retracting his long limb back into the well, yellow eyes flickering before disappearing into the darkness. Georgie crossed his arms, an almost smug smile flashing onto his face as he turned to face Bill and the others. “That was close!” He remarked, biting back a cheeky grin.

Try saying he’s imaginary now.

The reactions he was seeing, however, didn’t quite match the ones he had expected. Bill was clutching the railing with white knuckles, his mouth hanging open, blue eyes blown wide in what looked like terror. Richie was next in line and he looked like he was trying to disappear into the wall behind him, face deathly pale. His eyes were huge behind his glasses, intensified by the thick lenses he wore. Georgie’s gaze trailed up to Ben next, brow furrowing as he saw the way the round boy was gripping the handrail, his shoulders tense and his mouth gaping. Mike was the last person Georgie looked at, and he was dismayed to see that the tall boy was visibly shaken, clutching the railing as though it was grounding him.

Georgie frowned, stepping away from the well on unsteady limbs. “What-?” He was interrupted from his full statement by Richie backing up into Ben, crashing into the bigger boy and sprawling crookedly across the lopsided steps.

“We have to leave.” He got to his feet, his voice shaking almost as much as his knees. Georgie could see the way his eyes looked when they connected with those of Bill, tension and fear rolling off of him in waves. He swallowed hard, hands trembling. “Now!”

#Turned good AU #my writing #littlekiwifrog #Georgie denbrough #IT'S DONE #It 2017 #It fanfiction #This one was a bitch to write #I'm so glad it's over tbh #ugh #The next chapter will be out... #soon-ish #I make no promises #but soon #probably #*shrug*

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Yo! The name’s Sparky– or at least, I enjoy calling myself that as a cool alias and watching all the messages come in of people saying I remind them of their old dogs– and I believe I’ve posted here a couple times in the past few years. Thing is, I never cease to get a few great jackpot responses from my ads every time I do this, but eventually, roleplays tend to slow down and people tend to disappear off the radar [which is completely fine, I get it], and I always seem to keep discovering new ideas and fandoms I wanna dive into over time. So, I rinse and repeat and post again, and that’s what I’m here to do, today.

  Just to get it over with, I’m nineteen years old, have been roleplaying for about eight years, now, and am willing to roleplay with anyone of legal age in their state, if only because I enjoy incorporating smut into my roleplays. If you’re somebody who likes to fade to black every time characters get freaky with each other at points in our story, I’m unfortunately not the gal for you. I enjoy long-term plot heavy stories for the most part, but am totally down for PWP as well, so feel free to message me for either.

  At the moment, I’m mostly looking for a buddy who wants a Fandom roleplay (Canon/OC), so please contact me if you’re interested and match pretty damn well with the rest of these guidelines:

  Care about your writing. I’m not asking you for a whole fuckin’ novel every response, you can write however much you’re comfortable with as long as It’s more than one sentence, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t have a spelling error or a typo every other word. Everyone makes mistakes, I’ve been there on many, many… many, occasions (it’s no joke, man), but like– just try, y’know? To me, lazy writing shows a disinterest in the roleplay, which is a huge turn off for me.

On the same wavelength as above, please don’t feel stressed over how much you’re writing or if it matches enough to mine. Again, all I’m asking is for my partner to be interested and care a little about what they’re typing; I tend to write a LOT for roleplays I’m excited about but I’m not expecting you to respond with the same amount at all. If your limit is three paragraphs max, stick to three paragraphs max. If you love writing novels every response, I will fuckin’ read… ALL of that novel.

I will ONLY write Double-up roleplays [unless you for some reason are just looking to play a canon character], I am making this very clear because not only do I fuckin’ love seeing all the different characters people create, but also because the more the merrier. I like it when these things are played fairly– I play a character for your OC in return for you playing a character for mine.

25 is way funnier than 24

Most of my pairings will likely be M/F or F/F (seeing as right now I only have one M/M pairing when it comes to canon/OC, and you’ll only be seeing them if you’re looking for Homestuck), but your side is totally free game. Do what you want. I’m also chill with Polyamorous ships and/or love triangles as long as you’re cool with the possibility of me going that route, as well.

It would be appreciated if you care about your side of the roleplay about just as much as you care for mine. I’ll totally do the same; I will get overly attached to everyone in our roleplay.

Please be okay with our OCs being eventual buddies sometime in the roleplay; I have a guilty pleasure for connections between all characters, even if it takes like, a roleplay-year for them to meet. Obviously, if we end up planning something wherein that’s not possible, that’s chill, too.

OOC chat is 100% welcome– throw me all your jokes and ideas and stupid scenarios and possible future Ideas for the roleplay, tell me how much you love that one subject, talk to me about your day. I’m here for it.

  Some extra info for those people who REALLY wanna know what they’re getting into:

  I have 0 limits, on like, everything. The smut we write out can be weird kinks galore for all I care, there can be suicide and torture and pedophilia and major deaths and mental illnesses in our plot; and I have a bad habit of assuming my roleplay partner can handle anything I dish out in writing so just, if you have hard limits make sure to tell me about them before they can come up in an awkward situation.

I’m totally down to share kinks before a roleplay; ESPECIALLY if we’re jumping into PWP or a smut-centric plot

I’m a very carelessly blunt and a smartass, so If I say anything that makes you uncomfortable just tell me and I’ll chill out a bit.

I’m in Mountain Time

I mentioned this before but my responses can range from like chapter-in-a-novel to a few paragraphs, and I’m not expecting you to match me in the slightest. Do what you do and we’ll be fine.

I very much love talking about character and relationship headcanons and shit, so like, hit me with all of your ideas, I could talk about this shit for hours.

I draw. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. There’s a large chance I’ll end up drawing characters from OUR roleplay, so just let me know beforehand if that’s not something you’re okay with.

I’m pretty flexible with response times, but it would be appreciated if you tell me beforehand if there’s something going on in your life that’ll make your replies more scarce than usual.

  FANDOMS: bolded names are preferred in the fandom.

  [Tokyo Ghoul]

Wanted: Juuzou Suzuya, Uta Will Play: Anyone from the fandom in general. Really. I’m completely caught up with the manga, and I’ve watched all available seasons. I’m kinda obsessed.

  [Invader Zim]

Wanted: Dib Membrane

Will Play: Anyone, I’ll play Sizz Lore for all I care, fuckin’ love this show and It’s comics.

  [Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles]

Wanted: Donatello, Raphael [2012], Casey Jones [2012]

Will Play: Any turtle, Casey Jones, Splinter, April O’neil, Karai [2012], Mona Lisa [2012], etc.

  [Homestuck]

Wanted: Dave Strider, John Egbert, Sollux Captor, Cronus Ampora, Terezi Pyrope, Gamzee Makara, Karkat Vantas

Will Play: Anyone. Again. The trolls, the kids, the midnight crew, the Cherubs, Doc Scratch, Lord English, Hussie himself I guess, they’re all available.

  [Sonic]

Wanted: Buddy the Wolf, Silver the Hedgehog, OCs

Will Play: Fuck, this fandom’s kinda ridiculous. Just request any character you want, I’m sure I can play 90% of them, or we can just build shit around OCs.

  [Creepypasta]

Wanted: Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned

Will Play: I haven’t been around in this fandom for quite some time, but you can request anyone– If I don’t know them yet, send me their story and I’ll figure it out.

  [Undertale]

Wanted: Mettaton… Maybe Chara

Will Play: Anyone but Sans. Please, not Sans. Not again. Never Again.

  [Diabolik Lovers]

Wanted: Kanato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki

Will Play: Yui Komori, Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Shu Sakamaki, Reiji Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki, Kanato Sakamaki, Cordelia

DISCLAIMER: I’m totally willing to dive into this fandom, But I warn you I’ll probably make a character that’s somehow logically capable of beating the shit out of any of the vampires, because I have this weird love-hate grudge on this fandom and want to make a strong female that can put them in their place. Otherwise, feel free to request whatever you want for your side. As of this point I’ve only seen the first season, but maybe I’ll get around to forcing myself to watch the second and I can offer more characters to play.

[Free!]

Wanted: Rin Matsuoka, Sousuke Yamazaki, Rei Ryugazaki

Will Play: Anyone from the first season, still haven’t gotten around to finishing the second, yet

  If you want to contact me for a roleplay but are currently only interested in OC/OC, I’m willing to work with you as long as you message me with some sort of plot in mind. I tend to only play dominant females if you want an M/F relationship, just as a heads up.

  CONTACT ME

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Discord: Sparky#4225

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[flatsuke]

2nd Gen Bidders - when the kids have crushes

Anon:  I loooove your second generation bidders! If it's not too much to ask, can you do the bidders reacting to their kids needing help with a crush?

AAAA I’M GLAD YOU LOVE THEM!! Legit, I never thought I’d get a request for the 2nd gen kids :’)))) thank you for requesting this, anon!! ILYSM

@2bedroom-baddestbidderlove​ @maidofstars​ @bolt8826​ the kids!

(I’ll also take requests for the 2nd gen bidders ;’))))

Eisuke:

Kazuma rarely ever wants to ask Eisuke for anything, but he swallows his pride because he has no idea how to handle having a crush

Eisuke’s secretly happy that his son is finally coming to him

Time for some quality father-son talk lmao

Let’s be real, he’d give shitty advice to Kazuma

“oh no that’s easy son you gotta buy them the whole store and then you can make lov—”

“eiSUKE CAN YOU S T O P”

MC would be so done with Eisuke lmao

Kazuma would end up asking MC for advice instead

MC only has one piece of advice: just don’t be like your father

Kazuma agrees wholeheartedly

It’s a little different with Naoko

He’s a bit more protective of her bec she’s his only daughter

Eisuke would keep interrogating asking her about her crush

“who are their parents?” “do they smoke?” “what’s their gpa?” “do they have a criminal record?”

“dad.....pls.....”

In the end, he’d relent and give her one piece of advice: just be yourself. anyone who doesn’t like you is either blind or stupid.

He still gives her a taser just in case

Soryu:

Poor Tatsuya’s a nervous wreck and he’s completely lost because he’s never had any experience with stuff like this

Soryu thinks it’s endearing to see his son panic because he remembers he was just as nervous about it when he was still dating

He goes the serious route and makes sure Tatsuya takes responsibility for EVERYTHING

“son, you have to make sure to take them home by their curfew, open the door for them, and i don’t want grandkids yet so make SURE you use protection when you have se—”

“DAD WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING I HAVEN’T EVEN CONFESSED TO THEM YET”

In the end, Soryu ends up making Tatsuya even more nervous than he was to begin with lmao

Baba:

Baba’s both thrilled and a bit sad.....his little baby’s growing up :’)

He asks if she needs any help or advice

Highkey he’s more excited about it than Setsuna

“nah dad it’s fine i think i’m better at flirting than you are”

O u c h :(

Okay, Baba’s pride is a little hurt, but eh, Setsuna does have more luck than he does

He cheers for her from the sidelines

“honey, make sure to send me pics of how it goes!!!”

Ota:

YUU HAS A CRUSH??? yell hEAH

Yuu’s a little nervous about it, but Ota’s like

“YOU GOT THIS, YOU’RE A KISAKI JUST SHOW THEM YOUR DAZZLING SMILE AND THEY’LL BE SOLD”

Ota hypes Yuu up about it

Like, Ota wants to make sure his son has it in the bag

“if you take them to the dog park, you’ll get brownie points for sure ;)”

Mamoru:

Ryoko just casually tells her dad about it one day

“oh yeah btw dad there’s someone i like”

It takes Mamoru a while to process the info

“.......what?”

His kid ain’t a kid no more :(

He tries to be reeeally casual about it but he fails at it lmao

“uh, so.....good for you.....just remember you can call the cops if they’re doing anything shady....and that arm-lock i taught you.....”

“dad i just wanna know how to ask them out not scare the living shit outta them”

Shuichi:

Junya pretends nothing’s going on, but Shuichi knows something’s up because Junya keeps bumping into furniture and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt

At first, Shuichi doesn’t mind it, but the fidgeting drives him crazy after a while

“junya i swear to god if you don’t tell what’s going on, i will lose it”

Junya coughs it up eventually

“there’s someone i like, but i don’t know what i should do about it”

Shu’s glasses start to glint

“ok, first you have to make sure they’re good enough for you. how are their grades? their future prospects? can they recite pi backwards?”

“dad—”

“if they pass the standard and you start dating, you have to make sure to make reservations at least 2 days in advance. make sure you know their allergies, their reaction to gluten—”

“DAD CALM DOWN I DON’T EVEN HAVE THEIR NUMBER YET”

Luke:

One day, Ema walks up to him and tells him she might be sick

“dad, i think i might have arrhythmia”

“???? why what’s wrong”

“every time i’m around this person, my heart beats too fast and my hands get sweaty. what do i do dad what if i’m dying :(”

oh

Luke realizes what’s going on and gives her a soft smile

“it’s not arrhythmia, ema. i think what you have is a crush”

ema’s confused but she just nods anyway

Luke’s happy for Ema and tries to support her in any way he can :’)

But if anyone hurts her, he’ll prep the surgery room

Hikaru:

Hikaru thought it was weird that his normally cheeky son was oddly sullen for once, just poking at his burger instead of gulping it down

He tries to ~casually~ prod

“what, so did someone finally catch your eye or something?”

And Hayato just flinches and stares right at Hikaru’s eyes

damn this gonna be awkward as hell....

Hikaru honestly has no idea what to tell his son bec he himself ain’t really good at stuff like this

In the end, he just tells Hayato not to be an asshole and things should go smoothly from there

“i don’t think that’s how it works, dad....”

#spade writes #voltage inc #kissed by the baddest bidder #headcanon #voltage headcanon #eisuke ichinomiya #soryu oh #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi #shuichi hishikura #luke foster #hikaru aihara #2nd gen bidders #just for fun #oc: kazuma ichinomiya #oc: naoko ichinomiya #oc: tatsuya oh #oc: setsuna baba #kbtbb #oc: yuu kisaki #oc: ryoko kishi #oc: junya hishikura #oc: ema foster #oc: hayato aihara #I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS FOR THE KIDS!!!! #ILY ANON

[yukiversity]

[2.0] My Dream Guy Became A Dog [c1]

Su Xiaotang was a bland, fat and round female shut-in.

She opened a Taobao shop during her university days, called “You Look Like You’re Very Tasty”, which sold all sorts of snacks.

While she initially set it up to pass time and earn some extra cash, she didn’t expect this shop to have such good business under her management. By the time she was in her second year, Su Xiaotang could already earn enough to cover her tuition and living expenses, and was known amongst her classmates as Little Miss Moneybags.

After graduating from university, while everyone else was busy looking for jobs, Su Xiaotang stopped being a reseller of snacks. Instead, she rented an apartment with two rooms and a living area to buy wholesale, and continued running her snack shop until today.

Although this shop had allowed her to earn plenty and become rich in her own right, it had also made her roll further and further along the road of being bland, fat and round…

[Su Xiao Tang: sorry hun, there’s no more stock for the cranberry cookies~]

[I await hangrily: but I saw that there was still a bag left!]

[Su Xiao Tang: I’m really sorry, I just opened it up and ate it all (*^_^*) ]

[I await hangrily: 0.0 ...]

Her hair untied and extremely messy, Su Xiaotang did not portray a good image as she sat with crossed legs on her chair, throwing cookies into her mouth with her chubby hands. She was in the middle of convincing the buyer to buy another type of snack when her phone rang.

Her close friend, Li Ranran, had some bad news for her.

“Don’t blame me for not telling you ahead of time, but our university class reunion is tomorrow night. You better clean yourself up properly!”

“Huh? Do I have to go? That’s so troublesome, I have to wash my hair, change my clothes…”

“SU, XIAO, TANG! Do you want to be a shut-in until the day the sun dies and humanity is wiped out?” Li Ranran yelled from the other end of the phone.

The corners of Su Xiaotang’s mouth turned downwards as she held the phone a bit further away. “I really don’t want to go…”

“You don’t have a choice. How long has it been since the last time you went outside? If you keep living like this, you’ll devolve into a primitive caveman! I heard from the class pres that our class has plenty of high spec guys who are still single, so think about it! It’s a good opportunity! You might even find a boyfriend…” Li Ranran paused as if she was struck by a thought and softened her voice. “Um… Do you not want to see that bastard, Song Minghui?”

Li Ranran’s temper flared just by mentioning the name. “You sacrificed so much for that son of a bitch, you spent so much on him, you even funded the tuition fees for his master's degree. Then what did he do? Started working and snagged himself a younger girl from his company. What did I tell you? You can’t trust those country boys, they’re only out for your money. All those posts on Tianya Forum and they still didn’t deter you…”

While Li Ranran raged on the phone, Su Xiaotang cheerfully made another successful transaction. As she confirmed the delivery address with the buyer, she said to her friend, “Ranran, he already returned that money, with added interest too. Anyway, the past is in the past. I don’t want to go to the reunion because I’m lazy, not because of anything else.”

“What do you mean, ‘the past is in the past’, so what if he returned the money? What, did he think of you as a credit card? So he can get an advance and pay back later? You can’t settle this with just a bit of money!”

“Okay, okay! I’m busy right now so I’m going to hang up. I’ll be there on time tomorrow bye~” Su Xiaotang said rapidly, and hurriedly hung up before Li Ranran could say anything else.

*

When Song Minghui said he wanted to break up, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t upset.

Despite the lack of firework-like romance, she had started dating him with the intention of marriage and had been serious about their relationship. You’d be upset if you raised a dog from birth but it ran off with someone else, right? Even more so if it was a man you were in a relationship with for so long.

However, if you were to ask just how upsetting it was, it would only be around how upset you would be if a buyer bought a packet of snacks from you, ate half the packet, and then came back demanding a refund.

The times of major upheavals and memorable moments in her life were all given to a man named Fang Jingshen. From high school to university, she had a crush on him for a solid seven years. Her crush lasted until graduation in their fourth year, when her nanshen finally got a girlfriend--who just happened to be her roommate, Shu Tian, the campus belle. The two seemed to be perfectly matched, and were envied by many others…

As a measurement of how upset that made her, she felt despairing limbo, emptiness… it was as if she would never eat something delicious again in her life.

Then, not long after, Song Minghui confessed to her. He said that her chubbiness was very cute, and that he really liked her, and asked if she wanted to try being together with him.

So they became a couple too.

That was until half a year ago, when Song Minghui straightforwardly told her he had found his true love and made the move to break up. A few days later, he transferred ￥30,000 into her account with the intention to not have anything more to do with her. Of course, it was also because he didn’t want other people to talk about how he still owed her money.

Although Fang Jingshen and Shu Tian had broken up after just a few months together, Su Xiaotang wasn’t naive enough to think she would have a chance once Fang Jingshen was single again. She didn’t hold any hope to start with, which is why her one-sided love merely remained one-sided and his relationship with Shu Tian only cut off her prospects of looking upon him from afar.

*

The next day.

There was half an hour left before the reunion when Su Xiaotang finally forced herself to wash her hair and put on a set of her most comfortable clothes. While she was thinking about whether she had anything else to prepare, a round husky jumped over from her balcony and lay at her feet, panting and aggressively wagging his tail at her.

This ‘round weapon of mass destruction’ she owned made Su Xiaotang very perplexed.

She had left her dog alone at home once, however, he not only made a mess in the bedroom and living area, but also managed to open the door to her stockroom. When Su Xiaotang came home that night, she found the place to be as if a tornado had ripped through, leaving a mess of destruction in its wake. Yet the culprit for the mess had the gall to come up to her, wearing an expression of innocence and acting cute with his tail wagging happily, making her so angry she was very tempted to just eat the thing…

After that incident, Su Xiaotang tied him up with a chain the next time she needed to go out. But because the damn animal was so full of energy, she later found that the chain had rubbed off a circle of fur and had chafed the dog’s skin.

Su Xiaotang had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so she couldn’t bring herself to tie the dog up again. Instead, she tried to take him along whenever she needed to go out. Thank goodness she barely left the house anyway.

Now, seeing that Su Xiaotang looked like she was heading out, this foolish dog immediately pattered over and tried to join in with her on the fun. First he rubbed against her leg, then he put both paws up on the door, clearly desperate to go out too.

Seeing that his owner was still standing in the same place, the dog confusedly yelped at her and went to pull her pant leg.

Exasperated, Su Xiaotang had no choice but to make a phone call to Li Ranran.

“Hello? Xiaotang, have you arrived yet? I’m already at the restaurant!”

“I’m just getting ready to leave, but I don’t know what to do with Meatball. Does the hotel allow dogs?”

Li Ranran knew all about how energetic Meatball was, so hearing Su Xiaotang say this didn’t surprise her at all. “Give me a min, I’ll go ask for you!”

“Okay.”

A while later, Li Ranran happily told her, “Xiaotang, it’s all good, you can bring Meatball along. The manager is a close friend of one of our classmates, and he said that it’s fine as long as you keep a firm hold over him.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in roughly twenty minutes,” Su Xiaotang said as she patted Meatball on the head.

“Give me a call when you arrive, I’ll pick you up at the front doors.”

*

When Su Xiaotang arrived at the restaurant’s doors, Li Ranran excitedly made a mess of Meatball first, before eyeing Su Xiaotang up and down with a look of disgust. The desire to kick Su Xiaotang back home was very obvious in her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you to clean yourself up properly? And yet you come here looking like this?”

Su Xiaotang was afraid of the cold, so she was already wearing a down jacket at the beginning of winter. She was fat to start with, and now she looked more like a ball.

“I did wash my hair! These clothes were washed yesterday as well…” Su Xiaotang replied weakly.

Li Ranran couldn’t stop sighing. “What do you want me to say about you, Su Xiaotang? Are you a woman at all! Can’t you spend some time on your own appearance? Just what do you spend all that money you’ve earnt on! I’m starting to regret calling you over. Oh man, you haven’t seen what that bastard Song Minghui looks like right now. It’s as if he’s at the top of the food chain. The woman beside him too, wearing brand names from head to toe and shining like a beacon. Apparently she’s the daughter of some higher up at his company? So he’s also climbed up a bit in the ranks. I was hoping you would be able to counterattack, but if you’re going in there looking like this, it would definitely be a KO for you. Also, Su Xiaotang, tell me honestly, did you put on more weight? What happened to losing weight…”

Girls will dress themselves up for their admirers, but there isn’t a guy who will even look at me as a woman, Su Xiaotang grumbled internally.

She had no desire to dress herself up because she didn’t have admirers, which led to having no admirers because she didn’t dress herself up, which then circled back to not wanting to dress herself up. It was a continuous loop that could not be broken.

“I live for myself, so why does it matter how other people are?” Su Xiaotang mumbled.

Li Ranran did not want to say anything more to this blockhead, because she knew Su Xiaotang wasn’t pretending to be open-minded; it was just that she had become a true airhead from being a shut-in for so long.

*

There were already ten or so people inside the reserved private room when the two (and dog) arrived. Some were chatting and singing in twos and threes, while another group was playing mahjong.

“See her? That’s Lin Xue! Looks like a pretentious bitch, doesn’t she!” Li Ranran gestured in the direction of the mahjong players. Su Xiaotang followed her line of vision and sure enough, there was Song Minghui, playing mahjong with a woman snuggled up tight against him.

Song Minghui had also raised his head at that moment and saw them. He swept his eyes over Su Xiaotang, then quickly looked away, as if he couldn’t bear to have her in his sight; utter disgust was clear in his eyes.

Although Su Xiaotang was fat, her face wasn’t wide, and her five sense organs were actually quite nicely grown. During the peak of her crush on Fang Jingshen back in university, she would spend a fair bit of time on her appearance too, leading to how Song Minghui described her as ‘chubby but cute’ when he first confessed.

But the Su Xiaotang now looked a lot worse than she did back in the day. Wearing a ￥300 down jacket from Taobao and thermal pants despite being fat, with hair pulled back into a low bun because she didn’t like static, her appearance could be summarised with one word: loser.

Su Xiaotang’s face was very easy to recognise, so it didn’t take long before a classmate realised who she was. Then, after seeing the dog by her feet, they excitedly asked: “Su Xiaotang, is this your dog? It’s a husky, right?”

“Yeah.” Su Xiaotang nodded and found a place to sit down.

“He’s so cute, what’s his name?” She was suddenly surrounded by several women.

“Meatball.”

Meatball wasn’t shy with strangers at all, and was especially happy with all the attention given to him by these beauties, who would rub his fur and feed him nice things. He was evidently having a better time at this gathering than his owner was.

”Like owner, like dog. Su Xiaotang, your dog’s physique is so similar to yours!” someone said. It was unknown if this comment had intentional connotations or not.

Su Xiaotang laughed it off without thinking much of it, but Li Ranran was not happy. “Zheng Fang, what the hell did you mean?”

Li Ranran wouldn’t care too much if someone else had said it, and would think of it as a well-meant joke; but this person was from the same hometown as Song Minghui, and had chased after Song Minghui at one point, although she did not succeed.

“It was a joke~” Zheng Fang looked like she didn’t mean it seriously, then purposefully asked, “Su Xiaotang, where are you working at right now? Unless you’re still fussing over that little shop of yours?”

Zheng Fang was working at this city’s top construction company, with a monthly income of ￥8,000, and had asked her question with a tone of superiority.

“Haha, that’s right.” Su Xiaotang continued to smile.

Li Ranran couldn’t take it any longer and interjected: “Xiaotang’s snack shop is really popular, okay? Her monthly net income is at least ￥20,000, and at times like double eleven and end-of-year sales she can earn over ￥10,000 a day…”

Zheng Fang’s facial colour changed as she listened to Li Ranran and shut up.

Lin Xue decided to give her two cents too: “I didn’t realise snack shops could earn so much money! If I knew earlier I would’ve opened one myself, hahaha…”

Of course a rich missy like her wouldn’t need anything like that, it was obvious she was showing off her status. After all, a gossipy classmate had just teasingly told her about Song Minghui’s relationship with this fat woman.

Her giggles made Li Ranran get goosebumps, and she immediately looked over at Song Minghui, saying: “Hah, why else would a certain someone be so shameless when they chased after Xiaotang?”

Zheng Fang finally got the chance to sneer, “Hah, who would be interested in her if it wasn’t for her ￥20,000?”

Sparks crackled in the room between the parties involved.

The person in question was still happily playing with her dog as if she didn’t realise what was going on, but discreetly held a furious Li Ranran down in place.

It was not as if she wasn’t upset, it was just that she had become immune to these comments. Su Xiaotang had tried to lose weight before, but because of her digestive system, what could be done when she would gain weight even if she ate nothing and only drank water everyday? She had been at her thinnest during her university days, and that was the end of it.

At that moment, the door to the private room creaked open and a few people, who didn’t seem like her classmates, walked in.

Jiang Hua, the class president, immediately went up to greet them. “We were just talking about why you guys haven’t arrived yet!”

“Alright everyone, let me introduce you to our medical faculty’s top students! Not many from our class were able to make it today, so I called people over from another class too!”

Medical faculty?

Su Xiaotang, who had been nestled in a dark corner, felt like she was a wilting little sapling which suddenly got a huge bucket of fertiliser dumped on it, and was instantly full of spirit again!

STAFF

Neves: translator

Neves’s translation notes: while I had to take some liberties and rephrase some lines with appropriate English meanings, I feel like it's important to explain that Su Xiaotang's name is written as 苏小棠 in Chinese, while her Taobao name is 酥小糖, which is read the same way as her real name. To differentiate between the two, but also keep the original punniness, I chose to use 'Su Xiao Tang' for her Taobao name.

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[blameitonthebleach]

Hello lovely admin!!! I already love your blog and I can't wait to see what else you put out!!! If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to request some HCs/reactions! I'd really like to know how the captains and Ichigo would react to their s/o being a waitress and coming home to tell them about all the terrible people they have to deal with. If that's too many characters then please pick your favorites to do instead! Thank you in advance!!! 💙💙💙💙

Hello, lovely anon! Aaah, you all and your compliments~ You’re making me blush! I’m was so excited to write this one!

Shunsui Kyoraku

–Shu would definitely be an avid listener. He likes to ask about how your day was when you get home anyway, so he’s already there waiting. Hearing how cruddy it was would give him this empathetic smile, and he would put his big hand on top of your head as he listened.–He would tell you how proud he was of you for taking all the horrible patrons in stride. He’d say things like “That’s my girl,” and “You did well.” And he’d shamelessly let you pout, because it means he gets to hold you~

Soifon/Sui-Feng

–Since she believes that struggles build character, she wouldn’t be too concerned with your day. She’d listen, give you some advice, and expect you to move on with your life.–If you were really upset about it, I honestly feel like she’d probably loan you one of her prized black cat plushies. They make her feel better, why not you?

Rojuro “Rose” Otoribashi

–Always one for theatrics, he’d likely give you a heartwarming speech about perseverance. One that makes you roll your eyes, but ultimately lifts your mood because it’s quite ridiculous.–He wouldn’t understand why you’re chuckling, because he was being serious, but in the end you’re happy, so he doesn’t mind. He’ll sling an arm around your shoulders, and give you a kiss on the cheek.

Retsu Unohana

–While she would comfort you, she’d also bring up that everyone has their own burdens to bear, and that all you can do is continue to be yourself. Some people react to stressors poorly, but that shouldn’t put damper on your mood.–Also, tea.

Shinji Hirako

–If anyone were to blow it out of proportion, at least on a small scale, I have a feeling it would be Shinji. He’d suggest (only half joking) that he hunt them down in that eerily calm way he handles things. –This causes you to giggle, and tell him that’s not necessary, so he’ll settle back down. “Guess you’ll have to settle for some cuddling, then.”

Byakuya Kuchiki

–He would tell you to ignore such worthless people, that their opinion and words are utterly meaningless, as they come from the dregs of society.–He would offer to take you on a walk about the gardens, and to sit with some tea by the koi pond to relax while he held your hand.

Sajin Komamura

–He’s probably up there with Shunsui on how he’d comfort you. He’s proud that you dealt with them well.–Do you know Goro? His dog? Yeah, play with the dog. Dog’s make everything better, he would say.

Lisa Yadomaru

–She’s pretty damn robotic about it. She’s listening, honestly, but that rarely changing face of hers sometimes makes you wonder. –If you were upset, she’d probably offer to read manga with you. If you’re angry…she’d probably do the same thing. For someone who’s so unaffected by people, she’s not really sure what you want her to do except listen.

Kensei Muguruma

–Kensei, in his efforts to cheer you up (or calm you down, again, depending on if you were angry or not), would come off more like a drill sergeant. We all know he isn’t uncaring, however his angry demeanor is nearly impossible to break through. BUT, he’s also a tsundere.–Bearing that in mind, when he realizes that what you really want is for him to hear you out, and maybe hug and kiss on you a bit, but complies…with a hilarious red tint to his cheeks.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

–Toshiro would definitely tell you not to dwell on it, but he would listen. While he generally finds complaining irritating, his s/o is special. Seeing you unhappy brings him no pleasure.–However, if you mention anything like maybe there was a gross guy hitting on you, the air will drop a few noticeable degrees…

Kenpachi Zaraki

–Let’s get one thing straight, does he or does he not tend to solve things with violence? There’s a slim to none chance that if you’re dating Kenpachi, you can’t/don’t fight.For this, we’ll assume you’re pissed off, so it’s time to spar, work off some steam.–…But not with necessarily with him (neither of you would enjoy that fight). He’ll acquire some of his willing subordinates, you’ll kick some ass, and you’ll call it a day when you’re wrapped up in his aggressive embrace.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

–I’m sorry, but Mayuri just does not care. He doesn’t give a single shit, and there’s nothing you could say that would convince him otherwise. Unless one of the people who made your day awful were of an interesting background, or had some kind of unknown, strange ability that he could study, what happened is your problem.

Jushiro Ukitake

–This little bean, let me tell you, rivals Shunsui with how great he is at consoling you, or calming you down. He will make you tea, and give you sweets, and just generally be there for you.–He would also give some similar advice as Unohana, saying that everyone has their own battle to fight, and that it’s no reflection on you. “Cheer up, my dear.” Also, sweet forehead smooches~

Ichigo Kurosaki

–This boy would just pull you into his arms, regardless of your mood, and listen while you bitched. He’s quiet, but shows he’s listening by nodding his head, and he’d tell you not to worry about it.–When you’ve calmed down: “You feel better? Yeah? Good, let’s get something to eat.” Food doesn’t solve everything, but it definitely helps when you’ve had a bad day.

#anonymous #blameitonthebleach #shunsui kyoraku #soifon #sui-feng #rojuro otoribashi #rose #retsu unohana #shinji hirako #byakuya kuchiki #sajin komamura #lisa yadomaru #kensei muguruma #toshiro hitsugaya #kenpachi zaraki #mayuri kurotsuchi #jushiro ukitake #ichigo kurosaki #sfw #bleach headcanons #bleach imagines

[ruleandruinrpg]

SERGEI VALKE

TWENTY-SEVEN ❈ HUMAN DRÜSKELLE

He was raised with the wolves—taught their savage ways and shown what it is to survive on the remnants of what should’ve been, and it came as little surprise when he grew older and became one, cold as ice and twice as sharp. Sergei Valke was the sixth of eight children, cast aside and utterly forgotten even by those responsible for his very existence, and he became the sort of independent that seldom leads children anywhere they want to go. He was a good son when he wanted to be and a bad son when he damn well shouldn’t have been, and his father’s scolding, though it provided a semblance of the attention he’d craved like air for years, did little to dissuade him. He had nothing to lose from the time he learned what, exactly, that meant, and he made it abundantly clear—to his parents, to his siblings, and most of all, to himself, that he owed nothing to the family that had given him nothing in return. A peasant boy with no real knowledge of the world except for how it bit, he struck out on his own the first chance he got, armed with little more than a stolen kitchen knife, one of the pups that loved to nip at his heels, and his own steel nerve, and though he could never be sure what he was looking for, he was gifted with the certainty that wherever it was, he’d find it. His childhood was marked by the winters he’d endured, but one would find that his were remarkably few when he became a man. This was the making of a soldier; this was the unbecoming of a boy.

It was the hand of fate, or perhaps the work of a higher power, that led him to the Ice Court, a scraggly boy and his scraggly wolf-dog caught stealing and spared their hands, but only just. He’d made a life of it, of taking what wasn’t his and running with it, and though he knew, deep down, that it was wrong—for his mother’s preaching had never left him, even as he left her—he couldn’t bring himself to deem himself a sinner, to throw himself down at the feet of his superiors and beg for forgiveness they’d never been taught how to forgive. It was his stubbornness that saved him, the sort of salvation whose weight can prove grounding in one instance and crushing in the next, and he was sworn in as a trainee that same night, under the penalty of death and dishonor. He would become a drüskelle, this lost boy, this rotten soul—or he would die trying. It was a fate he refused to accept for months, fighting nearly every order they gave him like the beasts they sought to train—wild-eyed, teeth bared, reckless in the way all wild things are. But he was a natural, whether he realized it or not—seemingly born and cast out for the sole purpose of filling the void left by all those who had gone before him, and he played his role well. His resilience, when molded into the sort of devotion gods create whole worlds in search of, earned him the favor of his commanders even as he tried to spite them, and in two short years—the briefest training period of any soldier to come through the compound in generations—he became a man his father would’ve been proud to know, had he been given the privilege.

But there was a high price to pay for such an honor, and Sergei Valke would spend the rest of his life trying to even the score. The drüskelle were hand-picked by their god himself to carry out his bidding, but theirs was a righteous god, a spirit who believed in humility and the natural order, and thus, the same was demanded of the men who served in his name. The life of a drüskelle was not at all glamorous—quite the contrary; he spent his days patrolling the compound and the outlying villages, with fatigue clinging to his bones and the sort of hunger no amount of spiritual reward could dispel gnawing at him from the inside out. What he did in the dark, though, was enough to make a grown man shudder—or it would have been, had he not been enlightened, shown the truth in the fractured light of dozens of bitterly cold mornings. They were unnatural, the men and women they hunted—abominations and enemies of the truth, and they were to be done away with at any and all cost. He robbed so many families of their children that he lost count—stole them from their beds, tore them from their mothers’ arms, and burned them like reverse martyrs on the pyre, but his own sins were lost on him, drowned in tainted holy water and buried under the weight of false divinity. The Grisha were but sacrificial lambs in his mismatched eyes, and little more; he was doing his duty as a soldier, a Fjerdan, and little more. He could stand tall knowing that if one day he had to answer for the crimes he’d committed against his own kind, he would have nothing to fear but the notion that he hadn’t done enough.

It was honor that drove him from his homeland’s embrace to the hearth of his sworn enemies—to Ravka, on a mission unlike any he’d ever been on but one eerily familiar just the same. Young boys dream of the day they’ll set out on a hunt of this caliber, and he, too, allowed himself to be a little struck by it all—a bolt of lightning straight to his fiercely beating heart. But the novelty of being handpicked to be the harbinger of all things holy has worn off, replaced with a somber sort of acceptance, the knowledge that every day he remains, he takes one step closer to blasphemy, one step closer to the abyss. He is not here to make merry, to admire the sights and play nice like a good ambassador should; he is here to set Ravka ablaze, to make of it a funeral pyre for the world to see—to make of it an example. This is what happens when you break the laws of nature, when you let your people play god—wrath, fury, oblivion. And in rode death on a pale horse.

CONNECTIONS

GEMMA PAVLOVA:  She’s Ravka’s best-kept secret, its prized blade waiting to be sharpened, and he’s made it his personal mission to make sure she breathes her last before she ever lays her pretty blue eyes on the Shadow Fold. It’s ambitious, he knows, but there’s no time to waste or effort to be spared when dealing with what the enemy seems to think may be a fighting chance, a living saint. Let them call out her name as she burns, the first in a long line of martyrs for his cause; let them turn their eyes toward the sun as he reduces their kingdom to ash. He’ll destroy her in the holiest of ways, and the world will neglect to thank him for it; such is the unsung tragedy of heroes. 

OYUN KIR-NARAN: The only thing his people and the Shu have ever had in common is their profound hatred of Ravkans, but he and the diplomat can’t even enjoy such small pleasures, a small tragedy owing to the fact that he’s undercover and she comes—so she claims—in the name of peace, as if peace can be won by anything less than conquering, than spilling blood for honor’s sake. He’s seen the way she looks at him, the way she seems to see right through his facade, but he’s nothing if not determined, and he’d sooner die—or see to it that she precedes him—than let a half-hearted enemy be the end of him. He was trained by men who knew not what lukewarm was, taught that the only two acceptable extremes were scalding and freezing, fire and ice; there’s only room at court for one of them to be so cold.

ISKRA RAEVSKY: She’s a pain, that one—the sort his brothers would’ve put an end to on sight, with no hope of a trial she could talk her way out of and no chance of her turning her stake into a wildfire. But his position leaves him with no choice but to be subtle, and fortunately for him, subtlety is utterly lost on her, the crown prince’s very own hand grenade in a royal guard’s uniform, and as it turns out, nearly everything is. She was chosen for her fire, not for her intellect, and she’s unwittingly made it known through nearly every word she says. There’s much to be done with a fire that burns with what seems to be no direction; he’ll make use of her yet.

SERGEI IS PORTRAYED BY DOMINIC SHERWOOD & IS TAKEN BY KAITLIN.

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