#eh no inspiration today either.

[ghosts-cyphera]

reader getting jealous when she’s seen pornstar!Ghost’s previous work with other girls even if she knows it’s irrational to be jealous since it’s his job 🤭

you chewed on your bottom lip as you flicked through photo after photo. each of them was with a different girl looking up at him or kissing him on the cheek. in some of them, his arm was draped over their shoulder, or they were perched on his lap with twinkling bright eyes.

most of the girls you knew. you'd worked scenes together or met them at work events. they were all lovely, and beautiful, and clearly his type too, judging by the grin on his features.

"christ."

it was silly. of course it was.

it was his job, just as it was yours: you knew that getting dicked down day after day did not mean anything.

it had not meant anything. 

not until you’d allowed yourself to get used to the way he looked at you, his eyes full of adoration. the way he touched you, like the mere permission to run his fingers along your skin was something special. you had gotten used to the way he made you feel special. 

and suddenly, it had all begun to mean something.

the realization had of course followed soon after. you were not any different from the rest, were you?

the fans all shipped you, yet there was not a single picture of you on his social media. the studio praised you for the money that the two of you were bringing in, yet they kept scheduling him with other girls.

girls who looked at him with the exact same twinkle in their eyes that you knew had to possess your gaze whenever you looked at him.

stupid. your fingers swiped through the photos faster in a surge of something bitter: something childish in the way that your lip moved into a pout. it was all stupid, all freaking—

"thank fuck you're here." the low rumble of a familiar voice startled you, and from the surprise, your fingers slipped: the betrayal followed by your phone falling. 

flat across your face.

with a groan, you listened to it clatter against the floor of the common space of the studio, yet as soon as you pushed off the couch to reach for it you realized it to be too late. 

ghost's fingers had wrapped around it, the man now grinning from ear to ear as he dangled it between two of his fingers. "if I didn’t know you any better—“

“ghost.”

“—I’d think you were doin' somethin' sneaky." 

you shot him a warning glare as your fingers rubbed your aching nose. "give it here."

he had never been nosy: never dabbled into your privacy, and you could tell that this time too it was not his intention in the slightest. yet you could not blame him for recognizing himself on the dim screen of your phone, now could you?

fuck.

"darlin'," he paused, fingers still wrapped around your phone. his gaze flicked to yours as he raised a brow. "really?"

"just give it back."

with a grin—nearly boyish in the way his eyes twinkled—he tossed the phone back at you. "you shooting today, stalker?"

"just finished." 

ghost raised an amused brow. “did you, though?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the implication: at the knowing smirk on his features as he uncorked a bottle of water and brought it to his lips. he looked casual like this: leaning against an armchair opposite from you, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt.

“can’t really say that we just wrapped up either, now can I?”

“fuckin’ rawdogging my girl, eh?”

“your girl, am I?” you fell back on the couch, gaze headed towards the ceiling of the penthouse as you bit down your silly little grin. "funny considering that that's what he called me. inspired by our vids, I assume."

“who’d you shoot with?”

“graves,” you mused. 

“ah so, no.” you could hear the grin on his features. “you did not actually finish.”

god. 

your laugh was bright as you rolled your eyes. “if I did not know you any better I’d think that all this—,” you chuckled, “was jealousy. you’re not—jealous, are you?”

"nothin' to be jealous about, is there?"

"it's just work."

"opposed to what we have, eh?" his grin was playful, yet as your gaze met his, there was something else too. something deeper in the way that his eyes studied you. 

what, you did not know. before you'd managed to place a finger on it, he'd pushed off the armchair. 

now walking to you.

"so what if I were a little jealous?" his voice was a warm chuckle, and he crouched on the floor next to you. "would you feed my ego? would you go 'n tell me?"

"tell you—?"

"look me in the eyes," he tilted his head ever so slightly, his voice low, "and tell me, darlin', that graves fucked you like I fuck you."

"no one fucks me like—," your words died down with a laugh: your lips parted before you'd managed to bite down the words. "I'm not gonna go and feed your ego, ghost."

"already did," he grinned. no, he downright glowed, as he took a seat on the floor next to you. "y'know, I do sorta wish it was you today."

the corners of your lips tugged into a warm smile, and you propped your head against your hand. "who is it?"

"shel."

"shel's lovely."

"yeah," he nodded. "yeah, but she's not you, is she?"

you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your cheeks turning warmer by the second. "it's not—," you then managed out a soft laugh. "it's just work."

"doesn't feel like fuckin' work with us, though, does it?"

"no," you hummed. "it doesn't."

where your sudden courage to address any of this was coming from, you did not know. yet as you saw the switch in his eyes: the touch of something warm, of something relieved...

"darlin', I wanted you to know I—"

a call for his name, echoing from the hallways of the penthouse cut his words short, and he pushed off the floor with a chuckle.

"fuckin' A."

"duty calls." you smiled. "I'll see you—"

"tomorrow," he grinned. "oh and—," ghost wet his lips with a chuckle, slightly breathless, "it was kate who stopped me from posting our photos, y'know? on social media. somethin' about the marketing team thinkin' it's better to—they want us to be exclusive. as in," he rushed to speak with a shake of his head, "for the website. so that to see what everyone is fussing about—"

oh.

"right," you managed as you fought back the bright smile that threatened to take over your features. "right, alright. so if it wasn't for kate—"

"sweetheart, I'd have you as my goddamn profile picture just to see more of you."

huh.

a call for his name—this time audibly frustrated—echoed across the space once more, and you grinned. 

"go before they fire you for keeping them waiting."

"your loss, eh?"

"only financially," you smirked—your laugh warm as you watched him bump into the doorframe on his way out. and as you unlocked your phone, the grin that ghost had in the photo on your screen—smiling next to a girl—seemed to suddenly dim in comparison with the way he had just looked at you.

a/n: giggling, blushing, kicking my feet. I’m so goddamn soft for these two, lmao help. / pornstar!ghost masterlist / I'm so freaking here for all your thoughts about him!! 💌

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #pornstar!ghost

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Straight Into Your Arms

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: Straight into Your Arms by Vance Joy)

Nanami Kento is a composed man. He is analytical and rational. He remains calm, making him appear stoic and aloof. So, it is always entertaining to watch him become the opposite of who he usually is.

“How long this time?” Shoko asked Gojo.

“Almost two weeks I think,” Gojo answered.

“Eh?! That’s so long! When did she leave?” Gojo chuckled while watching Nanami pace back and forth in the library.

“I think at like 2am? Oi! Nanamin! What time did she leave to America?”

“1am. Her flight left at 3. I think she’s almost there,” Nanami answered. He looked outside the window. The door opened. Geto and Haibara entered the room.

“Business trip again?” Geto asked as he took a seat next to Gojo.

“Yeah,” Gojo and Shoko answered. Haibara took his seat next to Shoko and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Is she coming back soon?” Haibara asked.

“She’s just about to arrive to America,” Shoko answered.

“And how long is she gone for?” Geto asked.

“Two weeks.”

The four of them continued to watch Nanami pace. To them, it was just like watching an interesting reel over and over again. Gojo checked the time on the wall. It was only a matter of time that Nanami’s cell phone will ring.

Nanami was too focused on you. He hoped that you arrived safely to your destination. He hoped that you will be okay without him. He couldn’t imagine if something dangerous happened to you while you were gone. It’s been almost a day and he can feel himself go crazy. He could care less that his friends were watching him. His pacing stopped. He reached for his ringing cell phone.

“Darling?” he answered, trying to remain as calm as possible. You giggled on the other line. You could hear the slight shakiness to his voice. You were used to it. It was how he would answer your first phone call whenever you arrived to where your business trips were.

“Kento-kun! I’m finally here,” you said. “I’m just waiting for my luggage.” He sighed with relief.

“Okay, I’m glad you got there safely,” he said. “Are you tired? Will you be okay today?” You lightly laughed.

“Kento-kun, will you be okay?” you asked. You were a little worried. He is always protective of you.

“No,” he said, a slight poutines evident in his voice. You blushed. You always found him cute like that. Those around Nanami either awed (Haibara and Shoko) or snickered (Gojo and Geto). Nanami turned to them with a glare, but the four were unfazed.

“I’m going to power through today,” you said. “I’ll buy a bunch of caffeine today.”

“I’ll send you money soon,” he said.

“Kento-kun…” You always told him that you’ll be okay. He even gave you cash for the trip.

“I’ll still do it even if you say no,” he said. “Besides, it’s the only way I could take care of you since you’re the opposite side of the world.” You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet gesture.

“Thank you, love,” you said. “I’ll call you back okay? I think I see my suitcase and then I have to catch a ride to the hotel.”

“Okay, my dear. I love you. Be safe.”

“I love you too, Kento-kun!”

Nanami hung up and finally relaxed. He looked over at his friends who stared at him with wide and curious eyes. It was like that every time you left for a business trip. He becomes out of character and his friends couldn’t help but watch.

“She landed safely,” he informed and sat down to read his paper.

He was pacing again. Nanami wouldn’t let go of his phone. The weather by you was bad with continuous rain and wind due to a tropical storm that was approaching. You called him right before your flight was about to leave. And he was distracted all night and day.

“She’s going to be okay,” Haibara said when he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. Nanami nodded, slowing his pace. “She got to leave a little earlier right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“They could’ve delayed the flight if it was bad,” he said. “She’ll be okay.” Nanami sighed and nodded.

“Wanna go out? I want to buy her some things before I pick her up,” Nanami asked. Haibara smiled.

“Of course!”

Nanami waited patiently inside the airport. He watched people rush to their destination, hug friends and family, and look up and down at their ticket and to where their gate was located. Nanami held a bouquet of flowers in hand and inside the car was your favorite takeout meal and he couldn’t help but buy you a new necklace.

“Kento-kun!!” Nanami looked around for you. He knew he heard your voice. “Over here!” He heard you squeal when he picked you up from the ground and spun you around in his arms. You laughed and hugged him tightly. Almost two weeks without him felt like torture. Torture for the both of you.

“I missed you so much,” he said softly in your ear. Both of your arms tightened around each other.

“I missed you so much too,” you said. He gently put you back on the floor before he cupped your face and kissed you. The kiss was long and passionate. You didn’t want to pull away from his lips and neither did he. But you two had to eventually pull away to breathe.

“Let’s go home. I bought your favorite take out food, we need to put your flowers in a vase, and I bought you a necklace.” You giggled and leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

“Thank you, Kento. Being back with you is the best gift ever.”

“I think I’ll come with you next time,” he said when he took your suitcase. You held the bouquet of flowers in one hand and the two of you held hands out of the airport.

#jjk #jjk kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanamin #nanami fluff #nanami fanfic #kento nanami #nanami x you #jujutsu kento #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader

[tohsri]

summary: you and satoru would always take turns giving your boyfriend, suguru, blowjobs. but this time you couldn't help but interrupt satoru when it was his turn today.

warnings: blowjob, p in v sex, maybe ooc, hints of bdsm

a/n: inspired by yuannaoi's art 💖💖

word count: 1k

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you and satoru would always take turns giving your boyfriend, suguru, blowjobs. maybe sometimes even playfully fight over it, because both of you wanted a taste.

you would always make up when satoru gave you head while suguru fisted his cock off to it, or when you would give satoru a blowjob while suguru fucks you from behind. either way, it's a win-win for the both of you.

but this time you knew it was satoru's turn, and while you sat next to suguru, using your free hand to massage his balls gently, you couldn't help but stare at the way satoru constantly choked or gag on suguru's fat dick. even though he was so used to giving suguru blowjobs.

you noticed the way suguru manspread. you swore maybe you could fit in there and maybe slobber all over his dick like how satoru was doing right now.

"hahh.. hah fuck, j-just like that." suguru's grunts became louder and soon he was even thrusting his hips upwards slightly, chasing his orgasm by using satoru's throat. and soon enough, there was ropes of sticky semen being shot down satoru's throat.

once he swallowed and pulled out, you quickly squeezed in next to satoru, unable to resist this feeling of jealousy and lust, taking his cum and saliva covered cock into your mouth. you usually liked to take it slow when it came to blowjobs, but you forced it down your throat because of how determined you were.

suguru was slightly surprised, but he couldn't say he didn't like it either. satoru, on the other hand, was slightly offended at how you just stole suguru from him. but the way you sucked on suguru's balls and his cock so passionately, he was incredibly turned on as well.

"ohh, excited aren't y-- f-fuck!" suguru couldn't hold himself back, trying his best to maintain his composure. his hand wandered to your hair, gripping it tightly while you gave him the best deepthroat he's ever had in his life.

he came down your throat faster than he had expected, but you were willing to swallow everything. once he had finished he was panting heavily, as you pulled out and looked at satoru with a smirk on your face.

he took the smug look as a challenge, and he definitely wasn't one to back down. his hands were pumping suguru's cock while he kissed the tip, slowly tracing his veins with his tongue. when satoru pulled himself from suguru's cock, he let you go next.

you licked up and down the slit, which caused his cock to twitch. he held back from accidentally cumming on your face, but when you went to lick and suck on his balls, satoru took the opportunity to plunge suguru's dick deep into his mouth. he didn't go all the way, but he was bobbing his head back and forth.

the sight of his two lovers, gobbling down on his cock, made suguru almost lose his mind. and lose his control as well. his balls tightened, and he released a load of cum in satoru's mouth. a few drops spilled out because suguru came so much, but satoru took most of it.

as much as he was enjoying this, suguru wondered what was happening between the two of you. the way you exchanged looks with satoru, it was like you had a silent way of communication.

"satoru, i wanna ride him." you suddenly declared, positioning yourself.

"but i made him cum, so i should get to ride him." he argued back, with a smug smirk on his face.

"so that's what its about, eh?" suddenly suguru spoke up, sitting and resting against the headboard. "how about i give you two what you want?"

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"ah- mmh suguruu~" satoru said in a muffled voice, his mouth being stuffed with suguru's cock.

satoru was lying down on the bed while suguru kneeled beside his head, satoru taking his cock into his mouth. you were sitting on satoru's cock, riding it slowly.

"how come he gets your dick... i wanna suck it too..." you quietly mumbled, bouncing up and down on satoru's cock.

"it's either this or the dildo, love." he gave you that closed-eye smile, and you had pretty much no option. the dildo was only there when you were lonely, anyway.

suguru pulled you close and kissed you on the lips, pulling away as he glanced at you. "uh-uh, all the way in."

you pouted, "but it's too deep!" you said with a whiny tone, but you obeyed anyway. you squeezed satoru's cock tightly, his tip touching your cervix.

"good girl, i knew you could do it." he smiled once more, pulling you in for another kiss.

his kisses always made your heart beat faster, giving butterflies in your stomach even if it was just a simple peck or kiss on the cheek.

"fuck c-cumming!" you felt a knot in your stomach tightening, then snap. satoru moaned into suguru's cock from how your walls squeezed around his cock so tight. "fuck you're still so tight" and with that, he came into you, painting your walls white with cum. your pussy gushed around his cock, leaving his cock coated with a creamy substance.

"a-already?" you snickered, pulling yourself off of satoru's dick. instead you used your hand to lazily stroke it, impressed by his long length.

"shut up.. mmh! you cummed first-" there was an audible choking sound, and you could see satoru's adam's apple bob slightly. suguru cummed as well. he waited for a moment and pulled his soft cock out of satoru's mouth.

now that all of you were exhausted, you laid on your stomach and turned to face suguru. "so who was better?"

"hm? what do you mean?" he said, acting as if he was clueless.

"who gave you the better blowjob?"

"really? was that what you were arguing over?" suguru chuckled, amused by the two of you. "well, i can't decide."

"what do you mean you can't decide?" you crawled closer to him. "is it a draw then?"

"i'm not letting you go with a tie!" satoru beamed with excitement. but suguru interrupted the two of you before you could start arguing again.

"how about a rematch?"

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jjk fanfic #suguru geto #geto suguru #gojo x geto #satosugu #geto x y/n #geto x you #geto x reader

[spartanguard]

an important date

it's Friday and it's Colin's birthday....I had to do something!! Just a bit of a post-canon Captain Charming scene, inspired by this prompt: "We both meet at the bar at a birthday party but we don’t even know who’s birthday it is. I think it’s yours, you think it’s mine." 1.1k, rated T | AO3

The Rabbit Hole was…well, the Rabbit Hole—its usual divy self. It wasn’t where Killian would typically expect to find David, least of all on the prince’s birthday.

At least—he thought that’s what Emma had said? She’d all but shoved him out of the station that evening, with the direction to meet her father here for a “birthday drink”. Of the birth dates he’d memorized (and would never forget—Emma’s, Henry’s, Hope’s), he realized he was severely lacking when it came to his in-laws.

But perhaps David’s would be easier to remember, given its proximity to his own. Or, rather, when he thought his own was; the actual date was long since lost to time, realm travel, and changing calendars, and it had been centuries since he’d actually done anything to mark the date, but he remembered it being in spring. 

Really the only fond memory he had of the day was picking fresh wildflowers with his mother, the light scent filling their small house, and the sweet taste of the modest cake she’d baked. When the hyacinth began to bloom in Storybrooke, he was always taken back to that day, and generally used that milestone to mark the passing of his years—but he’d lived enough of them that he needed no extra celebration or recognition.

As it was, the first shoots of spring had only just begun to emerge, so by his math, that put David’s birthday—or whatever today was—a few weeks ahead of his own. Good to know.

He scanned the bar for his mate—squinting a bit harder than he’d like to admit in the dim light (further evidence of the passage of time, he presumed)—almost missing him at the far end of the counter, until David waved at him.

“Evening, mate,” he greeted as he slid onto the barstool next to his father-in-law. “Not your typical scene, eh?” he added, nodding towards the rest of the bar, where all manner of seedy goings-on (well, as much as ever happened in Storybrooke) were happening—things the deputy sheriff should probably be concerned with, but he was off the clock (and had no room to talk).

David shrugged. “I’ve been known to pass the occasional night here—cursed and not cursed. Having royalty around seems to keep things calm.”

“Aye, but you’ve never been here with a pirate,” he winked back, even if it had been ages since he’d anything resembling a rowdy night. The most exciting his had been lately were the times that they managed to get a teething Hope down early enough to squeeze in some intimacy, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Emma’s father.

“No,” David agreed. “But I figured I could manage for one night. To mark the occasion and all.”

“Aye; it does warrant that. My apologies for not knowing the date sooner—happy birthday, Dave.”

But instead of the customary thanks, David just tilted his head at him, brow furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”

Bloody hell—had he misheard Emma? “We’re here to celebrate your day of birth, are we not?”

“No; my birthday is in July—so now I kind of am offended,” David replied, though his tone was light. “Wait—did Emma not tell you?”

“She told me to meet you here for a birthday drink—I assumed that meant it was yours.”

“No, man—it’s yours.”

“Come again?” He’d never so much as commented to anyone, including Emma, the whereabouts of birth date; so how would either of them, least of all David, have known?

David explained, “Remember near the end of her pregnancy, when her magic was kind of overpowered and she was trying to release it?” How could Killian forget? He spent a whole week with blue hair, and trying to keep Pop-Tarts from flying around the house. “Apparently during that, she was trying out a bunch of easy, informational spells; there was one about revealing birthdates. Turned out mine was off by a couple of days. But yeah, she did yours, too; she never mentioned it?”

Killian was momentarily speechless. Not out of betrayal or anything—things were rather chaotic leading up to Hope’s birth, so he didn’t blame Emma for letting it slip her mind—but moreso that it had been able to be determined.

And, despite the last several years being filled with things such as True Love, marriages, and more family than he’d ever imagined having, he was still touched by the idea that anyone cared enough about him to know the date he’d entered this world (or whichever world it was)—and even more that they wanted to acknowledge it. 

“Uh, no,” he said, his voice suddenly thick with emotion. “I seem to recall her pregnancy brain was pretty bad then,” he quipped, hoping to lighten the moment. “So—really? Today?”

“Today,” David confirmed. Killian thought back to the wildflowers—then recalled that he grew up in a far warmer climate than Maine’s, perhaps the reason for his miscalculation.

(Also: he now understood why Emma had woken him with morning sex that day. That was never something he’d question, though—and also something he wouldn’t dare mention in present company.)

The barkeep then set two glasses of amber liquid in front of David. He slid one across the worn wood to Killian, then raised his own. “Happy birthday, Killian. To the best son-in-law—best friend—a man could ask for.”

Killian clinked his glass against David’s and quickly took a sip, hoping it might wash down the lump that had formed in his throat. Alas, it didn’t—but at least it was there with good reason. “Thank you, mate; and, uh, the feeling is mutual.” It wasn’t often words escaped him, so hopefully his father-in-law picked up on the weight of the emotion in his voice; he tried to find David’s eyes, but was overcome with an odd bashfulness he hadn’t felt since youth.

David just gave a gentle chuckle and a solid, brotherly thump on the shoulder, before attempting to down his own shot of rum—which brought on laughter of a different kind, but it broke the bit of tension. 

They shared another drink after (whiskey; far more palatable to the prince), before leaving to their respective princesses—and sharing perhaps a stronger embrace than Killian had originally intended, but it was certainly called for. 

As sweet as his memories from childhood were, it was nice to add this one to the collection of birthday remembrances—the first in so long. (And, as he eventually found, not the last—not by a long shot—in the many years to come.)

(However, he still refused, in all those celebrations, to tell David the way Emma preferred to mark the occasion.)

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[nogenderbee]

Could u write Bachira and Reo (separately ofc) with composer!reader maybe?? And also, could u write their reaction when the reader make a song that dedicated to Bachira/Reo?

Sure! I'm sorry if Bachira was really similar to "artist!reader" fic, I just found both kinda similar but I still tried making it a bit different! I still hope you'll like it tho <3

Bachira and Reo with composer!reader

Bachira always layed on your back, shoulder or lap whenever you were composing something. He was also often chatting about random things which lead to either annoying and distracting you or to giving you new ideas for your song. Unfortunately he was annoying most of the time...

"Eh... I need to end it."

"You've been sitting on this song for 3 hours now. You can at least take a break, you know?"

"I feel like I'm onto something but I don't have the best idea... inspiration may appear ant second."

"You may as well get some inspiration while taking a break from with your favorite boyfriend! We can have some sweets."

"And only. And su- wait, I think I got it! This song missed a bit of cuteness to it! Thanks Bachira."

"Oh? Just like that? Well I'm glad I could help!"

You started putting final touches onto your song and soon you were done! And when you were, you finally could go take a break with your boyfriend to you side.

And Bachira always made sure you get just the right break by making you focus and enjoy the conversation he initiated and the sweets or other snack he got for you.

I feel like Reo really likes music so when he discovered you compose your own, he turned into your biggest fan. Whenever you released new song, merch or anything, he'd be the first to buy it even tho you suggested many times to give it to him for free.

Even today, when you came to his place, you noticed your new album on his shelf. You knew very well that he bought it even tho you wanted to give it to him for free and before even releasing it.

"Reo, is that my album...? I told you that I have no problem giving it to you for free. You deserve it for all that support you're giving me."

"And I told you I don't want it like that. I really appreciate it but I want to support you in every way possible!"

"Eh... at least let me treat you to our next date in exchange..."

"I have a feeling like 'no' won't do much here..."

"It won't. But thank you still, I appreciate it."

He gave you a gentle smile in response before taking your hand to plant soft kiss on its back. It was his way of thanking you for not only date you promised him but also for being here and being so amazing!

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

#blue lock #x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira meguru #reo mikage #bachira meguru x reader #reo mikage x reader #blue lock bachira meguru #blue lock reo mikage #blue lock bachira x reader #blue lock reo x reader #fluff #blue lock fluff #oneshot #blue lock oneshot

[mintys-musings]

Game Night (Makoto Yuuki x Fem!Reader)

inspired by a classic scenario + a not-so-recent bug in a popular game i keep needing to update but never do

Summary: Whenever your boyfriend plays games, you’re always there to support him 💚

Tags: cockwarming, does this count as public if it’s game chat?— either way gamer sex /hj, edging? kinda

Word Count: 1100

NSFW under cut~

Makoto was never one to turn down your affection, even when he was busy. In his mind, just being around you healed any weariness from his day that latched onto him. It was normal to have you settled in his lap while he played video games, occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of your head or squeezing you affectionately to alleviate any rage. Your very being was soothing to the very skittish idol.

Right now was the only exception to that.

His jaw tensed as you teasingly wiggled on his lap. This was the most silent Makoto has been all game. He hasn’t even once spoken in the in-game voice chat like he normally does when he duos with Jun. Luckily, his friend wasn’t feeling like talking anyway either.

Pants and boxers shoved partially down his thighs, his dick was shoved comfortably in you as soon as he gave the okay. That was a couple matches ago and he couldn’t possibly fathom why he had said yes to this idea. His aim was entirely off and every time you shifted, he would let out a small whimper. You were facing him just to make it easier to ride him if you wanted.

“You’re sweating, babe~” You purred.

“I-It’s not like I can help it...” He grumbled in response.

Being the amazing partner you were, you tried to “calm” him down by planting kisses along his jaw and down to his collarbone. You could feel him swallow a little as you did so. His breath hitched when you grazed your teeth along his skin only to turn into a yelp when he gets blasted by somebody’s ult.

“You doing okay, Yuuki-san?”

Jun’s voice was faint from you position on his lap, but you could still hear it leaking through Makoto’s headphones.

“Eh?! I-I’m fine. Just died. Has my mic been on this whole time?!” Makoto panics clear as day as he speaks.

“No. Just heard you right now. Hot mic. I guess.”

You cover your mouth to suppress a laugh as your boyfriend tries to solve the issue.

“Okay... Now it should be muted.”

“Nope~”

“Augh!”

“Today just isn’t the day, huh?” Jun chuckles, “You’re normally really good at this game. What happened?”

“I’m just a little out of it—“

“Ayo, sorry. I might need a heal soon.” Another person in the team called out. “I’m defending right now and they’re sweaty.”

Jun cursed and, in the reflection in Makoto’s glasses, you saw Jun’s character dash away.

Makoto breathed out hard, muting himself— or at least he hoped— and moving the mic on his headset away from his mouth a little. He was sweating bullets as he continued on playing, trying to ignore how you purposefully clenched around him once the attention was away.

You didn’t want to humiliate him in front of others. Not completely, at least. You just thought the way he death stares down the monitor and presses his lips into a line was too attractive. You couldn’t keep to yourself whenever you saw it. Your hips raised, feeling the drag of his cock inside of you. Your chest was pressed against his in a way that you could feel how rapidly he was breathing.

“Babe...” He mumbled quietly, resting his chin on top of yours. “N-not now—“

His words were once again cut off by another whiny sound when you pushed your hips back down.

You heard his teammates ask how he’s doing and he let out the most pathetic excuse of a “Fine.” you’ve ever heard.

You simply covered his mouth and continued to ride him. Tantalizingly slow, you made sure to roll your hips and really push yourself onto his lap whenever you went down. Your eyes scanned over his flushed face, noting how his eyes were watering a little. He was trying not to close them out of pleasure. His eyes were practically black with how wide his pupils were as he stared at you.

Makoto slid down the chair a little, dick throbbing in your tight cunt. It made it all the more easier for his own hips to snap up and meet your bounces. Even with your hand covering his mouth, he was still letting out small noises. Having been in this position for a while, you both needed release. You started to pick up the pace, tipping your head back in pleasure and moving one hand down to play with your clit.

He didn’t have the mind to pay attention to the game all too well when he had you debauching yourself on top of him like this. He was purposefully throwing the match at this point so that in the few seconds it took to respawn, he could grab onto your hips and rut into you feverishly. He was growling, whining. You took a moment to lean in with a lascivious grin.

“Shhh... Do you want to get caught~?”

Your voice was quiet, but you were moving just as desperately as you neared your release.

As your bring your hips to smack back onto his lap, he groans. Loud. It was a miracle it coincided with him dying in game.

“You’ll get him next match, Yuuki-san,” Jun said over the mic.

Both you and Makoto’s eyes both widen as the realization hit that the mic issue hadn’t been fixed.

He scrambled, holding you down onto his lap so all you could do was grind needily against him. It wasn’t enough to send you over the edge. You needed to come, and so did he. But Makoto wasn’t going to let either of you get what you want just yet.

He pulled the mic on his headset closer as he eyed you down. His glasses were askew and his golden hair was tousled nicely. “Yeah. About that. I think I’m going to head off for tonight though.”

Thank the stars idols needed to learn breath control to sing while dancing like they do.

“Ah? Alright. I should probably go too. Good game everyone.”

Jun and everyone else said their goodbyes as Makoto exited out of the game as quickly as possible.

With a strength both of you didn’t realize he possessed, he lifted you onto his desk. The dim light of the monitor was the only thing illuminating his face. A stern look spread across it as he pinned down your wrists.

“You’re no fair, babe.” He huffed, slowly pulling out all the way before slamming himself back in.

You pulled him in for a kiss and a wink. “Never said I was. Now make me come, baby~”

#Minty's Musings #esxreadernsfwweek2023 #Makoto Yuuki smut #makoto yuuki x reader smut #nsft es!! #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #enstars smut #finishing writing this RIGHT BEFORE i gotta go to class #o7 sorry gamers its not proofread #i say that like i proofread any of my things real well before posting #i do bare minimum bc im embarrassed by my own writing #Minty's Writing

[elliehearts]

Direct confession (Part 1)

Yan!Arven x Reader

Summary: Arven confessed to you through a letter but you lost it. You were sad about it but Arven was grateful you couldn’t read it.

Warnings: This fic contains Fluff and Yandere behavior (plot twist?); Death threats, lies, Arven being cute and sweet but at the same time scary xd

Notes: This fic is inspired by a mini fanfic that i saw in Pixiv of the artist: たすかわ. I know very little japanese but i could understand the idea of the comic. In the Part 2 will be NSFW I promise.

You were full of exams in these lasts months, you were stressed and tired but for your luck, today you have the last exams of the year. When you finished your test you felt like a weight was released from your back. You were happy that your study days were over, well, until the next year. But now, a well-deserved vacation is coming for you.

You left the classroom with a big smile, you said goodbye to your classmates wishing them a good vacations. You went straight to your locker and it took you by surprise to see Arven in there. “Arven?” Apparently you scared him since he gave a little jump with a yelp. “L-little buddy! What are you doing here?” He asked you while he was hiding something on his back. “Eh… You're in my locker. What are you doing here?” You looked him with curiosity.

“Well… Ah! I was looking my notebook that I lend you, the biology one? I need it for tomorrow.” He smiled at you nervously. “I gave it back to you yesterday and tomorrow there is no classes. Are you okey?” Arven looked everywhere except your eyes amd then a piece of paper fall behind him, it was a letter. You took it before him. It had your name written on it, you turned it around and you noticed that had a heart as a seal. “I-I can explain! you don’t nee-” “Arven…” you interrupted him, looking at him with a blush in your face. “This letter… is for me?” You thought that he wrote the love letter. There was a silent for a few seconds.

“I-If you want, i can read it now o-or later.” You were embarrassed about the situation, it was the first time someone confess to you. Arven took your hand, the one that held the letter. “You can… say your answer tomorrow.” You both were red as a tomato. “O-okey.” Without saying anything else, you walked away clumsily to your room. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Arven had taken the letter from you.

You were lay down with a pillow in your face, covering your screams. You were so happy that you couldn’t stop to turn in circles in your bed. You had a crush on Arven for a very long time, he's so attentive, he always worries and he’s very cute with you. You always dreamed how your confession would be, your dates and even your wedding. But you were so afraid to lose this friendship that you hid your feelings.

“I didn’t ask where…” you told yourself when you notice you only agreed on the day. You took your Rotom(Or cellphone) to open the chat with Arven, you texted him but he didn’t answer, minutes pass and nothing. You thought he was busy or maybe he feel pressured by you. The confession was supposed to be subtle but you arrived before he could put the letter on your… The letter! You don’t have it and you haven’t read it either, you don’t even remember where you put it.

You ran out of your room to the lockers, hoping that the letter was on the floor or somewhere, unfortunately you didn’t find it. You desperately searched for it but it wasn’t there. You went to the halls to search but on the way you saw Arven corning your classmate and he looked scared. You took one more step and you classmate saw you and seconds later Arven look at you but his hair covered his face. “What’s going on?” Your classmate didn’t say anything, he just sidelong glance at Arven with fear. “Nothing. We were talking about the afternoon class, right Agustin?” Your crush was smiling at you, like nothing happens but you feel something was off. “E-eh yeah, it’s nothing… excuse me.” Agustin ran away from you two, you looked at him confused and worried. He seems he was about to cry.

Gave you chills when you felt hand on your shoulder. “And what are you doing here, Litte buddy?” He asked you normally, pretending he didn’t do anything to your classmate. You wanted to confront him about it but when you process the question you remember what you were doing. “Oh well, I came here to…to…” Arven looked at you with his cute teal eyes, patiently waiting for you. You wouldn’t like to tell him the true but you didn’t want to break his heart for not reading his feelings. “I'm so sorry, Arven. I lost your letter… I still have things in my head and I get distracted very easy. I'm sorry.” You lowered you glance sadly. Then you felt how he pets your head with kindness. “It’s okay, don’t be sad about stupid things.” “What? No! Your feelings are not stupid, there are very important.” It bothers you a lot how Arven denigrates himself sometimes. “I really wanted to read it, I mean it.”

Arven covered his mouth, hiding his stupid smile. “W-well, in that case.” He cleared his throat, he take your hand and you blushed by the contact. “What do you think if I tell you directly?” You didn’t process very well what he told you until you walked together to his room. It’s not the first time you go to his room but this time it felt different. You entered first and Arven closed the door behind you. You weren’t going to deny it, by how you both looked to each other, there was tension in the air.

You sit down on his bed, waiting for him quietly while he served you a glass of water. Seconds later he sat next to you, still smiling at you. “So, you want to hear my confession?” Both of you were nervous especially Arven, but he was trying to stay calm. “Mmh, how do I start?” He asked himself while looking on the ceiling. “You don’t remember what you wrote?” You were confused by his actions. His smile disappeared for a few seconds but then he looked at you again. “I wrote a lot of things, so I can remember how I started.” He was right, your question was stupid so you decided to keep quiet.

“I noticed you since Mabosstiff regained his strength.” You started to notice him during that time too, how crazy that’s. “You know, during my entire childhood I was alone. I had never felt the love or someone else's concern on me that wasn’t my pokemon. I thought nobody is worth to be with until I met you.” You were looking at him with shining eyes. “Your desire to help is admirable, you put others before yourself and you make anyone smile, that’s lovely. Just being yourself make my heart go fast, make my face red, makes me want to be with you.” You felt your heart pounds a thousand for his words. “I want to create memories with you, I want to see you smile, I want to be able to protect you from anything, I want to help you when you feel down because I really care about you and I want you to be happy.” You were melting from how sweet he was being with you. “I want to feel alive with you… To be honest, If it hadn’t been for you my life would have gotten worse.” Suddenly, tears welled up in Arven's eyes. He realized he was crying and quickly covered his face in embarrassing. “How pathetic.” He told himself while he tried to stop his tears.

You quickly went to give him a hug. “It’s okey Arven. Thank you, that means a lot to me. I want to be with you too, I-I really like you, I wish I could tell you something else as well… It’s not that I don’t want to! it’s just I… I’m speechless.” His words reached so deep into your heart that you think your words would be lame compared to him. You both looked at each other with embarrassment, you didn’t know what to do, so slowly you get closer to each other to kiss tenderly. He ran a hand over your hot cheeks to get you closer, the kiss was sweet but durable. You separated and join their foreheads, you were burning for the situation but you both were smiling with happiness. “I'm glad you accepted my confession. I love you.” Arven speak to you with a low but sweet tone. “Yeah, me too.”

You nervously held hands and hugged for long while. For both of you, this will be your first relationship so obviously you'll be nervous and ashamed but at least you were happy together. You were jumping with happiness in your mind because your fantasy come true, well, it’s wasn’t exactly as you thought but who are you to demand. Arven on the other hand was also happy but relieved at same time, not only that you accepted his confession, but it’s was because you believed his lie. Don’t worry, what he said about you came from the botton of his heart but the true is, Arven didn’t plan to confess to you today or tomorrow, he didn’t even written that letter.

From the beginning, Arven over hear a conversation from your classmate, Agustin, that he was in love with you and he was going to confess to you through a letter, which he left it in your locker. Arven quickly went to your locker to wipe out before you saw it but you arrived just in time, he panicked, tried to hide it in his pocket. He almost fall in despair when the letter slipped and you took it but for his luck, you thought it was his and Arven took advantage of that to lie to you. When you left, He quickly destroyed the letter and threw away on the trash, he was very pissed with Agustin, not just because he ruined his perfect plan to confess to you on the beach in a very romantic way, It’s because he dared to confess to you.

With a scary look he went directly to Agustin and when he found him, he corner him. “H-hey Arven, what’s up?” Your classmate asked nervously, it’s wasn’t very common to see Arven like this. Yeah, Arven isn’t an easy guy to deal with but he wasn’t aggressive, right?

Arven was non-stop saying him how he was out of your league, that he wasn’t for you and never will be. In short, he belittled him, insulted him and threatened him so that he wouldn’t bother you again. Obviously Agustin was affected by his words but he wasn’t going to let him treat him like that. “I-I don’t care what you think. I going to tell (Y/N) how I feel and-” “Do it and I'll break your neck.” Arven was being dead serious, never in his life had wanted to kill someone. Now, he wasn’t going to do it but he wasn’t going to let him go just like that either, he had to make it clear to him but you arrived in time, again. Believe or not you saved someone's sanity.

The good thing is that all that tension was gone just by being with you but still, he was stressed for not being able to confess to you on the way he wanted it or maybe, he can still do it. “Hey Little buddy, what do you think if we go to the beach tomorrow?” Your eyes shone for his proposal. “Sure! It would be our first date!” “Yeah, our first… I'll make sure you never forget it.” It gave you tenderness to see how Arven wanted to memorize your first date even though he didn’t say it innocently.

#arven pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #arven x reader #arven fanfic #pkmn arven #arven #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere Arven #first confession

[nights-flying-fox]

Leo Blues

Leon (Future Leo) realizes that his younger self is feeling a bit blue and decides to help him feel better.

I wrote half of this months ago and the other half today. Shoutout to my friend @little-banjo-frog for giving some ideas and helping with the fic!!! :D

This is part of an AU but you don't really need to know context. Just that Future Leo is back to past, and maybe some other family members, and he is hanging out in the lair with others.

Oh also this is inspired by @tmnt-event-blog 's prompt (basically what motivated me to finish it haha)

Word Count: 2530 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a very brief implication of death/losing someone close ☆ AO3 Link: Here!! ☆

Leon knew himself well. Not himself himself, but his younger self. Leo was a younger version of Leon after all, and Leon knew what it did mean when he sulked away from everyone. 

Today Leo was less chatty, he didn’t leave his room other than to get breakfast and join his brothers to help them with some things. These two things were more than enough to tell Leon his younger self was in a bad mood. 

That is exactly why right now Leon was on his way to Leo’s room. He didn’t tell anyone else, since he knew how he used to be around on such days. Always hiding his negative emotions and keeping it to himself. Not wanting to share the hurt and make anyone else sad. Leon was worried that he wouldn’t talk to him either, but he had to try his chance. What were your future selves if not to help you when needed, right? Ignoring the 'annoying them till they start throwing stuff at you' part, of course.

He knocked the wall before opening the curtain and entering Leo’s room. As he expected, he found the boy sitting on his bed with legs crossed, his phone in his hand but his eyes blankly staring at the ground. Leon wasn’t even sure if he heard him coming. He most probably didn’t, considering how he flinched when Leon put his hand on his shoulder and sat next to him. 

 “Hey, pequeñin ,” He said as he kept his voice low and smiled softly. 

 Leo gave him a confused look before smirking. “Hey, anciano .”

 The older turtle rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He wasn’t here to jokingly bicker with his younger self. “Haven’t seen you around a lot today.”

 “Eh, got stuff to watch and catch up.” Leo shrugged.

  Lies. “Ah, so feeling blue , huh?” Leon stated the fact, but not without smirking at his word choice.

 “Blue suits me well after all.” Leo replied casually, with a wink and matching smirk. 

 Leon felt himself relax a bit, at least his younger self felt comfortable enough to open up with how he was feeling to him, even if it was in the form of joking. “Has no one ever told you being this blue is too much?” Leon asked.

 “I thought you’d know the answer already, considering we share the same sixteen years of the past.” Leo answered.

 “Heh, you’re right. How did I miss that?” 

 The two sat on the bed for some seconds, enough for Leo to slowly lean towards his bed frame and for Leon to come up with a quick plan to repaint Leo’s mood. 

 As he got up he said “I’ll be right back, and don’t worry I’m not bringing anyone.” to Leo. The other was quiet, only watching him leave. 

 Leon’s first destination was the living room. The last place he had seen Leo’s tablet (which he probably had forgotten to pick it up yesterday). Entering in, he saw it was still on the same spot as before. The room was empty, nobody other than Splinter who was enjoying his usual commercials. Leon smiled at the nostalgic scenery. No matter how long passed since he returned to the past, he still couldn’t get used to the fact he once again was back at home. Back to the casual chaotic life he had before the apocalypse. The little simple things would forever make him feel warm. 

 After picking up the tablet, he walked towards his next destination: His room. Or rather his, Future Mystic Hands’ (they really needed a shorter ‘official’ nickname that both Mikeys would accept) and Case’s room. He took the extra blankets (Mikey Two wouldn’t need them anytime soon) and left. 

 Next up was the kitchen, which was the final room to visit before returning to Leo’s room. As he came close to the entrance he heard the chatter. Casey, Donnie and April’s laughter filled the kitchen. The three were sitting on the chairs, mugs of three different kinds of drinks on the table. Casey was the first one to notice him: “Hi Sensei!”

 "Hey Case," Leon ruffled the boy's hair as he walked by him. Casey grumbled in protest, but Leon could see his grin. What a hypocrite. 

 "Will you join us Big Blue?" April asked with a smile, "Mikey's made hot cocoa."

 "Sorry guys, got other plans." 

 "What other plans?" Casey questioned, raising a bow. 

 "Finally catching up on some TV series." He answered.

 "All by yourself?" April asked.

 Leon got two mugs. "Yeah, myself and I." 

 "I see, you mean you and Leo ." Donnie pointed out. "And here Future Boy was telling us some future stories." 

 Leon turned to squint at Casey. "What kind of future stories?"

 "Ummmmm…" Casey looked away. Bad sign. A very bad sign.

 "Nothing you should worry about." April said and sipped from her cocoa.

 "Somehow this makes me worry even more." Leon deadpanned. Then he turned back to what he was doing.

 Donnie smirked, "You'll most likely find out soon anyways." 

 That could only mean an embarrassing story. But hey, two could play that game. "Well, maybe you'll find out more future stories too." 

 "Oh ho ho, tell us all of them man." April sounded excited to learn more embarrassing stories. Leon couldn't blame her, there were a lot of crazy silly things going on even in the doomed future.

 "Maybe not all of them." Casey chipped in, looking with somewhat pleading eyes to his sensei. 

 "Perhaps." Leon replied, meanwhile finishing with preparing the tray with the snacks, leftover pizza and hot cocoa mugs. "But not yet."

 "Leaving us at cliffhanger?" April huffed.

 "I didn't even start saying anything."

 "The trailer was enough." 

 Leon grinned, "Soon in the lair… stories from the future." He said dramatically.

 "Three V.I.P. tickets, please." Donnie said after sipping his probably way too sweet coffee. "For the premiere."

 "We accept payment with story sharing." Leon smirked.

 "Deal. Junior shared plenty." 

 "Sweet."

 Leon turned to look at his protégé. Casey watched with confusion. Then Leon realized that the boy didn't know– or rather didn’t remember. "Do you remember cinemas, Case?" 

 "Yes?" His eyes shined brightly the moment he connected the dots, "Oh!" 

 "...Future didn't have cinemas." Donnie announced his own findings as he thought out loud. "I hadn't considered that."

 "I believe you guys can fill him with some culture of the present?" Leon asked.

 "Of course, there's so much for the Future Boy to discover!" April got her arm around Casey's neck and pulled him closer. Casey smiled, putting down his mug of tea to side hug her. 

 It was good to see the boy had gotten better at being relaxed. Being always on alarm was a hard habit to break from after everything he went through. 

 As the three began talking about all the places and things his future lacked, Leon left the kitchen and headed back to Leo's room.

 The boy was now under the blanket. Leon could tell that he still was on his phone from the subtle light. 

 "Hot cocoa delivery," Leon announced. 

 "Mikey's?" Leo asked from the spot he was in.

 "Yep."

 He peeked and then reached to him, "Gimme!"

 Leon gladly gave him one of the mugs. "If you come out we can share the snacks."

 This perked Leo's interest a bit more. He squirmed out of the blanket, no more laying on the bed. He noticed the rest of what Leon collected on his short trip in the lair. 

 Leon took his place next to him and wrapped the blankets he brought around them. He placed the snacks and pineapple pizza between them, and the tablet in front of them. "What do you wanna watch?"

 Leo shrugged, "Dunno." 

 Good thing Leon was still a Leo. He knew what his comfort movies were and he could use this to his advantage. “Kung Fu Panda?”

“Sure. Are we doing a marathon?” Leo asked.

“You bet. After all, it has been a while since I last saw them.” Leon grinned. He barely could remember the movies, or the days he would watch them with his family thanks to Donnie, in the middle of the apocalypse. He really hoped they could do that again, just not in an apocalyptic situation.

Leo looked at him, with a glint of sadness. He quickly looked away towards the screen. “You better plan watching Secrets of the Scroll too, then.” He said. Voice completely normal, as if it wasn’t him who was hiding under blankets a short while ago.

“You know I will.” Leon hummed. He hadn’t missed that look, and he would help himself. “Before that… is there something you want to talk about? You seemed like you wanted to say something a second ago.”

He seemed uncertain for a moment, “Ah, no. Nope.”

“Are you sure?” Leon knew that this was a lie. “Because whatever you say, stays between us.”

“Yeah, yeah… just…” Ah, there it was. “Remember last night’s patrol?” He said a bit quietly.

Leon nodded, “Yeah. Didn’t you guys end up kicking Stockboy’s butt?”

“Yes… but…” Leo pulled his legs towards himself. “I almost failed.” He whispered.

“But you didn’t.” Leon pointed out, urging his younger self to talk.

“But I almost did!” Leo repeated. His hold on the mug tightened.

“And why is it a problem?” Leon questioned, genuinely. He wanted to know why Leo found it such a big problem.

“Because the last time I failed, everyone I loved almost died .” 

Leo sounded so tired, and equally panicked. And Leon couldn’t even blame him. Not when he did the same thing. Not when he did lose them. Not when he froze once he heard the words.

Leo took a breath, “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to. I…”

Leon looked at him. The boy he once was. So young, sad, broken… Unfairly punished by a cruel fate. And never ever let himself relax, to be seen weak. Especially after the apocalypse. After losing so much. After becoming a leader, responsible for whatever is left. This boy had almost experienced it. He almost had the same life as him. And even though he managed to escape the hell, he still was suffering from it. Even though he literally had sacrificed himself, he had given his everything to save everyone, he was still hurting thinking of what could’ve been. Of what happened.

And, oh, how unfair that was.

  He put his mug aside, then gently took the mug Leo was holding from his hands (who looked at him confusedly) and put it next to his. Then he pulled the boy into a tight hug. “It is okay, Leo.” He said, voice small but powerful. “It has passed, everything will be alright.”

“But what if I make another mistake? What if everything goes bad again, because of me ?” Leo responded, his voice trying to stay strong but clearly close to breaking.

“You will make mistakes.” Leon said. “You will make so many of them. Just like I did. Even after everything that happened. Even when I was a leader.” He pushed away the memories full of pain, regret, and shame that creeped from the back of his mind. He had learned to accept them, once he had time to recover and focus on himself. Or rather he was learning to, it was a hard process to return to what you had locked to survive. He didn’t want Leo to do something similar, or let his fear destroy him. “And you know what? It is amazing that you make mistakes. It means you are trying something new. You are trying to be better. To learn. That you realize them means you are trying to learn from them.”

“And what if I don’t have time to learn from them the next time I make a mistake?” Leon knew Leo had shut his eyes and was doing his best to not let everything out, to not break in front of him. He was holding Leon tightly too.

“You will have time. Trust me.” Leon affirmed. “After all, what is important is the fact that you are trying. You aren’t giving up. You are trying to be better. And I am so proud of you.” He broke the hug and looked at his eyes. “I know you think otherwise, but you are actually a much cooler dude than me. You are even teaching me new stuff every day.”

Leo smiled a bit, a shaky one. “How so?”

“You were the one to remind me what I always fought for, you are the one to remind me who I was– or rather, I am .” Leon smiled at him. “You are beating yourself up for something impossible, and while I know it is hard to not to do so, I also know you are strong, Leo. And you are never alone.”

And with those words, Leo finally let himself relax and smile. Then Leon saw as tears fell, right before Leo hugged him tightly. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t really have to. Leon knew how much it meant to be reminded of having someone by your side even at the worst times. For someone to confirm even when the world felt like it was ending (which was not an unfamiliar concept for both of them, sadly) things would turn out well. So he held the boy, until he stopped crying and shaking, letting everything out after who knows how long.

When Leo broke the hug and sat, leaning to Leon instead of his bed, Leon patted his head. “How blue are you feeling?” He asked, handing back now luke warm hot cocoa. Somehow, they hadn’t gone cold, which to be honest was weird.

“Less than before.” Leo smiled. “I never had thought I’d end up getting hugs from my older self, but here you are.”

“Isn’t it insane?” Leon replied with a smirk.

“It is.” Leo grinned. Then he added. “Thank you.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Leon replied. “Now drink your cocoa and get ready, because I want to watch Kung Fu Panda.”

Leo grinned. “Sure thing, old man.”

“No, even after those hugs? You are cruel.” Leon teased.

“Those are just facts.” Leo smirked. Then he sipped the hot cocoa, “Mmm, this is good.”

“I bet it is.” Leon said as he sipped his. Oh, it was even better than he remembered it to be. “It really is…” He nodded. He had missed this so much.

“So are we watching the movies or..?” Leo asked, a fake hastiness in his tone.

Leon laughed, “Yeah, let’s start.” He grinned as he opened the movie.

He didn’t think much of it, but he was grateful for Leo. He wouldn’t ever talk about it, but those words he told his younger self? He needed to hear them too. He had forgotten them. He may have had his family back, but still sometimes it was hard to remember things weren’t always bad. That things would be okay in the end, and that he wouldn’t ever be alone.

So in the end of the day, both blue masked turtles had ended up feeling better– or as they would call it, less blue.

#if there any typos well. its 2 am so lol #rottmnt #nighty writey #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt leo #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt au #rottmnt leonardo #tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #i also dont know spanish so if those words are wrong please correct me/tell me #ok now i shall sleep love you guys bye #let's grab a slice together #lgast au

[crossedsabers10s]

dude i need inspiration. gimme! gimme! gimme! xox, splatooshy

Uhh *scrambles for something to type* ok so in the vampire diaries books Stefan has curly dark hair, green eyes, and he and Damon look more visibly like siblings. Also! Damon has very dark eyes in the books. I think they were described as onyx.

Anyways I like to imagine that Show!Stefan looks specifically different than he would otherwise bc of doppelgänger shenanigans. The Silas Effect overwrote everything else.

Completely unrelated to the first thing, but yk how Alaric gets all human-fied after the anti-magic bubble strips him of his vampirism and he’s saved from what had been his death wound?? All I’m saying is that Enzo died of, what, TB? Providing that it didn’t immediately kill him, he could have theoretically been dragged over that same bubble boundary as Alaric and been de-fanged the same way. The mental image of Damon pretending he’s not hovering over both of his suddenly mortal, suddenly v fragile and probably with lingering health issues as vampire blood can’t cure tuberculosis, best friends is so, so funny to me.

Third: I think that Wes totally could have approached Elena between S2-4. Like. Hey, ur Grayson’s daughter (or Jeremy, either, both) I need some research that may be with your dad’s things. Great man, he saved a lot of lives. Or all the suspicious deaths in Mystic have him trying to track down the mysterious killer after the Whitmores—before Aaron and his aunt get targeted. Grayson’s daughter might make good bait. All that’d have to happen is Wes to mention Augustine in Damon’s hearing. Bam. Instant angry vampire. Who now has to explain to his brother and/or their girlfriend why he just tried to kill a scientist. Like he worked with Elena’s father obvs he’s such a good guy. Damon , of course, does not give them a straight answer until Wes realizes what’s up and references his number or whatevs.

Damon, after having Stefan try to hold him back and Elena ask for mercy, bc they don’t have the full story and all they see is Damon holding a defenseless human by the throat: Mercy?

S/E: yeah, mercy

D: Alright. I won’t rip out his guts.

Wes: thank—

D: if he gives me back five years. No. Fifty.

E/S: Fifty years?

D: All the time I lost. Every second I spent numbed to everything.

D: I’ll let him live if he gives them back

W: I can’t—

D: How about this, this should be easier. I’ll let you live if you give me back my best friend.

W:

S/E:

D: no? shame. Guess you die.

In the books, Damon can turn into a wolf and a—I think it was a raven? Anyways I just think that Shapeshifting Damon is Fun, but especially if he just goes Gender is Stupid and Stefan wanders down one morning and is just like… I guess it’s sister today?

Damon: eh, it’s one of those Tuesdays.

Okay, now it’s ur turn 🥺

#tvd #fanfic #reply

[ne0nwithazero]

👽 🔪 👗 ❤️‍🔥 😶 for mike?

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

Mike is a weird critter in general LMAO

One of his main weirder quirks is the whole thing of him being a literal microphone who can detach from his body

Even after getting his body fixed, he can still detach himself at will, either to get out of some weird situation, or some days he just wakes up with chronic pain and goes "Eh. Don't feel like havin' a body today." and he detaches hehehe

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Mike can't exactly fight, but due to his smaller size, he still developed a bunch of prey animal instincts that make him so he refuses to back down without a fight!

You can PROBABLY still fight him and win, but it's the equivalent of fighting a rabid raccoon that has electricity powers and refuses to back down

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

Mike's favourite colour is pink and so is nearly everything he wears :)

He's actually quite enthusiastic about fashion and likes being dapper and well-dressed no matter the occasion

❤️‍🔥 A romantic headcanon

It's absolutely no secret that Mike is overly romantic and cutesy <3 He absolutely wears his heart on his sleeve and loves Host so unconditionally

He absolutely loves singing and I imagine he's come up with songs for Host, just for the two of them and no one else...

Host is just as head over heels for him as Mike is for them~

😶 A random headcanon!

Mike's colour scheme was inspired on a companion cube :)

#Jay Asks #Stunfiskz #Mike #Host

[lynzishell]

~*~New Year's Eve~*~ Part 1 of 3

Phoenix arrives late to Morgan’s house. As he walks inside, he runs into Aurelio and Wolfgang who are on their way outside. Wolfgang: Heeyy Penis! Phoenix:  Hey Wolfy He says playfully as he greets Aurelio with a quick hug.

Phoenix: How’s it going, man? Aurelio: Not bad. How was your exam today? Last one, right? Phoenix: Yep, last one. I think it went okay. Aurelio: Damn, I can’t believe you might actually get out of here early! Phoenix: Yeah, me either. Aurelio: You seem less enthusiastic than I thought you’d be. Phoenix: I guess I’m just not in as big a rush to get outta this town as I used to be. Aurelio: Greta? Phoenix: Well yeah, but not just her. Aurelio: Aw you’re gonna miss me, aren’t you? Phoenix: So, what if I am?

Aurelio:  Well, then you’ll be happy to hear I’ve decided to apply to SMMI. Phoenix: Aha! Hell yeah! What changed your mind? Aurelio: Lots of things. Sophia badgering me, for one. Phoenix: Of course. Aurelio: But also, I’ve been playing a lot more lately and I finished this song last week that I think is pretty good. And I just realized that I don’t want to do anything else. And then there’s you. Phoenix: Me? Aurelio: Yeah, I mean you just decide what you’re going to do, and you do it. Kind of inspired me to get out of my own head and do the same thing. Phoenix: Well, I’m glad! It’ll be nice to have a friend in San Myshuno. Aurelio: Let’s not jinx it, I don’t even know if I’ll get in. Phoenix/Wolfgang: You’ll get in. Aurelio: Oh shit, something you two agree on? That’s a first! Wolfgang: Eh, when he’s right, he’s right. I’m gonna step outside, you coming? Aurelio: Yeah, I’m coming. I’ll see ya ‘round, man. There’s drinks and stuff in the kitchen. Greta and the others are in there, I think. Phoenix: Sounds good, you two kids have fun.

Phoenix: Hey beautiful! Greta: Haha hi! Phoenix: Where’s Luna? Did she end up coming? Greta: Yeah, she’s over there with Morgan, waiting for the bathroom. Phoenix: Cool. How are you feeling? Greta: Okay. Better now that you’re here. Phoenix: Aw I’m glad. Greta: Oh, did your exam go okay today? Phoenix: Yeah, it was good. Greta: Yay! Oh, that’s exciting! I know how hard you’ve worked for this. How long before you find out? Phoenix: I’m not sure. Hopefully not long. I’ll be happy to never step foot in another classroom as long as I live. Greta: So, I can’t convince you to apply to Britechester with me? Phoenix: Sorry babe, college is not for me. Greta: Fair enough.

Morgan: You know, when I planned this party, I did not realize I’d be waiting in line to use my own toilet. Luna: Don’t you have another bathroom upstairs? Morgan: Technically yes. But I don’t want to encourage anyone else to go up there. I’d rather keep the chaos as contained as possible. Luna: Good luck with that. Morgan: I know right? So how are you doing? Luna: A little anxious, but it feels good to be out again. Who knew sitting at home all the time could be so exhausting. Morgan: I thought you introverts were supposed to love that. Luna: No! I mean, I need a fair amount of alone time, but I still need time with my friends.

The bathroom door finally opens as someone walks out. Morgan: Ah! Finally! You wanna come in with me? Luna: Yeah, let’s stick together.

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[phantomdoofer]

Chapter 5: Ricordi

Peppino carefully taped the sign to the front door of the pizzeria:

We will be closing at 4 PM for family business. Thank you for you continued support!

Peppino smiled as he unlocked the door. While he hated closing early twice in one week, this was too important. A lot has happened. He was actually quite proud of that sign. He'd printed it on the new computer and printer Gustavo had convinced him to buy. It was a cheap, small laptop, but before he hadn't even been able to afford it. Small steps lead to big things, Pino.

He heard the back door open as Gustavo came in. "Buongiorno, amico!" Peppino called. "How are you feeling today?"

"Bene, amico, grazie." He looked at the sign. "See you finally took my advice. Going to see Mama tonight, eh?"

"Sì," Peppino replied. "It's been too long. And with this whole clone business, she's wanted to see me in person."

She'd tried to call him the day before. Gustavo needed me, though. When he'd called her back, they'd had a short discussion about what Giuseppe had told her. "Come see me soon," she'd told him. "There are things I want to say face-to-face."

Of course, he'd already decided to do that. But Mamas will be Mamas.

The bell jingled as a customer walked in. As Peppino turned to greet them he heard a scratchy voice say, "Buenos dias, fat boy. Saw the sign, you going out of business again already?"

Oh Mio Dio, I do not need this stronzo today. He resisted the urge to punch the Noise directly in his toothy maw. "Like the sign says, I've got family business. Are you here to order? Otherwise, get out." Both Peppino and Gustavo crossed their arms. Peppino felt a vein on his forehead begin to throb as he worked to control his temper.

The Noise, of course, was unfazed. "Ah, fat man, you know I keep this place running! Why, I practically own it!"

After the Tower, Noise had made a lot of money on franchising deals, which he'd used to restart NTV. He'd invested in the land around his studio, and a lot of the Tower residents lived there. Not me, though. "I'll say it one more time. Order or leave."

"That's no way to talk to a paying customer! I outta-"

Suddenly a goopy, dripping arm reached down from the air vent, grabbing Noise by the head. He started shrieking as the hand flung the little creep out the door and across the street. As Noise picked himself up, Fake Peppino oozed down, waved, and ran outside, chasing the screaming Noise down the street and out of sight.

Peppino climbed down from out of Gustavo's arms, where he'd leapt in abject terror at the sudden appearance of the goopy clone. He wiped the sweat from his brow. "That thing still gives me the shivers."

"I noticed." Gustavo was trying not to grin. "Let's get to work, eh?"

~~~~

Peppino's scooter whirred its way down the side of the highway, a pair of freshly-made pizzas strapped to the back. His Mama had asked for them. Reminds her of Papa, she said. As he puttered along, he remembered the years where she had cared for him, after the war. Always either drunk off my ass, picking fights, or huddled in a corner. They had been bad years, and she'd been infinitely patient. Then, she had suffered some kind of attack. The doctors told Peppino it had been stress. His guilt had driven him even deeper. Only caring for her had kept him from trying to finally join his lost brothers.

One day, cleaning an old closet, he'd found his Papa's old recipe book, flipped through it, and found a note.

Pino, as I write this, I don't have much time left. The disease will take me before you reach seven. Your Mama, bless her soul, cannot accept my passing. I, myself, only regret not being here for the two of you. From your first cry, I set aside my dream for a new one: to ensure your happiness. I do not know when you will find this. But know that I think you have it in you to be great. You have always been my light, my inspiration. I hope you will be the man I dream you will be. I love you, my son.

On that day, Peppino had received a blessing from beyond the grave, and it gave him strength enough to drag out of the abyss. He'd worked to improve his skills, gotten his health back, gone back to school, and received his food license. He'd taken out the first loan, and opened the pizzeria. A copy of the letter was in his wallet. The original was with his Mama.

I wonder if she remembered to show it to Giuseppe when he visited. Probably not. Her memory is spotty these days, and there were a lot of other things to talk about.

His stopped his scooter at the bike rack outside his Mama's apartment. Locking it, he grabbed the pizzas, looked up, and took a deep breath. She already knows, Pino. The worst is already over. He walked up the steps, found her door, and knocked loudly.

When she opened the door, his heart sank, as as it always did, at the tiny, frail woman she had become. "Ah, Pino, il mio piccolino. I was getting worried that little scooter had broken down on you."

He kissed her on each cheek. "Not yet, Mama. How are you?"

In response, she took the pizzas and walked them to the table. "Oh, you know. Other than being an dried-up vecchia who sometimes can't remember what day it is, I'm doing well." She tottered to a cabinet, grabbed two glasses, and turned. "Will you take vino tonight, Peppino?"

"Just a little tonight, Mama," he said. He was careful about his drinking - while he didn't abstain, he'd drank several vineyards and breweries dry before he'd cleaned up. But he felt safe doing it here. She poured for both, then they sat down to dinner.

As they ate, and the pleasant buzz of inebriation softened his mind, she looked at him. "Your brother had a lot to say."

I bet. "Well, he's been kept away for thirty years, after all. That's a lot to catch up on."

She set down the slice she had. "I could not believe him at first. The lies, the secrecy. But he knew things that only we would know. And he looked so like you." She looked down. "But his life has been so hard. Not that your life hasn't been as well, Pino," she added hastily.

Peppino swallowed the slice he'd been chewing. "He told me some of it. We've both been through a grinder, in our own ways." He patted her hand. "It's OK, Mama. I think I've come to terms with... who and what I am. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

The elderly woman visibly relaxed. "I'm glad. I was so worried when I was told. Your mind was so fragile after you came back from the war. I know you have worked to be better, but I see it in your eyes." She reached across the table and cupped his cheek. "You still struggle. The darkness still sits in you. You miss your fratelli, the ones you lost in the war. You miss your Papa. And now this clone business. I worried that you would fall again. And this time you might not come back." She leaned back. "So I slapped him. For what he was putting you through."

Peppino leaned back. "But he's your son. Your actual son."

"Are you not as well?" she said. "You started out as him, yes? I raised you, held you when you cried, lifted you up. You are also my son, regardless of how you started, Pino," She smiled. "That has not changed."

Peppino felt tears well up again. "Grazie, Madre." He stood up and gently hugged his mother. "I don't deserve you."

"È una sciocchezza," she said.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Then Peppino said, "so you slapped him. A decorated special forces Major?"

She laughed. "Sì. He took it like a champion, too." She sighed. "Then I hugged him just as hard. He acts strong, but I can see in many ways he is still just as emotional as you, Pino. He is simply better at hiding it." She looked sad. "Even after so long, I can see when my sons are sad. He misses his friends, too. He's had to watch too many go out to die. He's had to send them. It weighs on him."

Peppino remembered the tired eyes, the slumped shoulders. I don't know if I could do that.

She leaned forward again. "Pino, you and I both know my time is limited. I want to tell you - be there for your brother. He will need you, and while he is strong, he is even more alone. You have your business, your dream, your friend. Soon, he will have nothing but you."

"Don't be silly, you've got years left in you!" Peppino knew it was a lie, but he couldn't, he refused to say the truth out loud. I don't know what I will do without you.

She smiled. "Still you hide, ragazzo. You know the truth." She smiled again. "I no longer have any regrets, now that you have a life to live. I know your Papa is proud of you." She looked at the wall, where the letter was framed. "He told you himself, after all."

She stood, and took the letter down. "Pino, I want you to take this with you."

Peppino gently took the frame. "But why?"

"To give to your brother," she replied. "I forgot it when he visited before. He will likely see you soon. He said something big was coming soon, and he wanted to be with you when it happened. So give it to him then. It is something he needs to see - just as much as you did."

"Sì, Mama," Peppino replied. "I think he does."

"Then I am content. Come, let's sit and watch TV for a while. You should not drive until you're safe." She grinned wickedly. "You have enough drunkenness on your record."

He laughed. "Ottimo, Madre. If that's how you want it."

They sat and watched TV for hours, reminiscing about everything and nothing.

As Peppino drove home in the dark, he thought of the letter strapped tightly to the back of the scooter. A letter from a man who never knew his blessing would apply twice.

It wouldn't have mattered to him, Peppino thought. Not a bit.

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[otakween]

Digimon Tamers: Battle of Adventurers

Eh...gotta be honest, I found this pretty underwhelming. It had its moments, don't get me wrong, but the plot felt pretty generic and the ending was rushed. Still had fun, but the emotional investment was lacking.

Notes:

Reddit told me to watch this after episode 18, so I got the timing a little off, but I felt like it'd be good to watch prior to the digiworld episodes. The only timeline wonkiness is that this takes place before Culumon's kidnapping, which I've already seen, but that's fine.

In another moment of ~fate~ the movie begins with Guilmon dying of heat (not literally lol) and it was "feels like 101" where I am today so...can relate.

I was a pretty sheltered kid, so IDK how I would react to my parents making me travel by myself at 10...not that I'm against that, I just know 10 year old me woulda been a big crybaby about it.

Kinda weird that they gave us 2 title screens for this, one of which was just ripped from the TV show. The whole vibe was kind of a mixed bag in this, sometimes the animation felt pretty much the same quality as the show and sometimes it felt like they were stepping it up, not super consistent.

"Battle of Adventurers" is a pretty uninspired title. I feel like they could have either put something about Okinawa or the v-pet virus in the title instead so it would stand out a bit more...

Speaking of the V-Pet, I thought it was super charming with its crappy CGI lol. I totally would have fell for it in 2001. Kinda hard to believe that literally everyone downloaded it though (doctors, pilots, etc.) Or was it more like that one U2 album that was automatically distributed to everyone?

Guilmon begging to get out of the suitcase was stressful! How did he not suffocate? D: (do digimon even need to breathe?)

They really did the movie-only character (Minami) dirty this time. She had to be re-traumatized about her dead dog so many times! Just felt cruel...

All of the Okinawa cultural stuff was fun, especially the Okinawa-inspired digimon. If Digimon Go was a thing, you know they'd be region specific.

When Ruki's mom was like "oh, it's so comfortable flying on the plane!" I was like "okay, rich." That's the only explanation because flying economy is always a bad time.

Although a lot of the character animation was kinda meh, the battle animation is where this movie really shined. It was like little pockets of hype and there was a really good variety of enemy digimon. I was especially excited to see Anomalocarimon cuz it's been a minute and there was a lot of attention to detail with his bit.

Siesamon's design was really pretty, but I don't like his resting angry face. I wish they would have made his face more emotive because it kind of diminished some emotional moments...

There was one scene where it showed some buildings blowing up (because of the virus) and one of them suspiciously looked like a power plant...hopefully I'm wrong cuz oof...

Loved Mephismon's design, but with Gulfmon they did that thing that they did with VenomVamdemon where he has a second face by his crotch area...don't like that (although he is a centaur, so not technically his crotch)

There were some legit scary moments in this! The car crash scene was pretty violent and Minami screaming as she ran from the lasers also felt pretty intense for a kid's movie. (I haven't peeked at the dub yet, wondering if anything was cut)

I thought the final battle was weak as heck. Phase 1 took like 2 seconds and then phase 2 just felt kinda arbitrary like we were going through the motions. We did get a new attack though (trinity something or other). It felt kind of weird for them to just show that without any acknowledgement, but oh well. I'm sure it'll come back at some point. I was a little disappointed tbh because I thought they were doing some sort of 3-way jogress fusion

The shot with 3D MegaloGrowmon and 2D Rapidmon and Taomon was a glorious 2000s moment

IDK why but it gave me Power Rangers vibes

Yeah so this felt pretty disposable, they tried to kind of tie things to Digimon Adventure with Omegamon and Apocalymon, but the connection was pretty vague and forced. I rather Tamers just be separate without the callbacks

While I'm a big fan of short runtimes, I do wonder if this one could have benefitted from being a little longer, just to let things breath more

#Digimon Tamers: Battle of Adventurers #digimon tamers #digimon #movie

[bunglegaydogs]

listen its another dazai theory im sorry but he occupies my brain and i cant get him to leave

this ones a bit of a fucking mad one today lmao however, i was re-reading the fifteen light novel and i decided to look deeper into a query i'd always harboured towards one specific part of it, and that's the relationship between dazai and the old boss, so yk, let's get into it lmao

First of all, go check out this post:

it's a really good post, and it makes so many good points! Of course, my point does differ, but that doesn't matter, the quality and content of the post is amazing! Go show some love <333

This post ^^^ is the one that low-key kind of inspired me to make this theory. Anyways, onto the actual post lol.

So, the Previous Boss. A character that we know virtually nothing about, other than the fact that he was assassinated by Mori with Dazai as a witness, he was a savage leader and later became bedridden, to which his orders became chaotic and disorganised and ruthless. This is all that we know so far. So, not really much to go on. But that's why this is a theory :)

To be honest, it's a theory that's kind of canon in a way? Eh, anyways.

One of the number one things that stands out to me that makes me go "Ah! They're connected further than just a witness!" is in Fifteen, where this is said; (SPOILERS FOR FIFTEEN LIGHT NOVEL)

A distorted, crimson haze emerged from the other side of the subspace, and a figure appeared. "There… There is a nostalgic face. Hey, brat… Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?" It was the old boss floating in the air, wearing a traditional, black robe. "Hey there." Dazai smiled stiffly. "It's been a while. How's your back pain? Your complexion is looking nice. Wasn't it a good thing you died? Boss—no, previous boss."

?!

Like, hello? Ahh, it really gets me going fucking feral when Asagiri throws shit like this in. Love you king <3 So, this is clearly like... something, right? I don't know, maybe I am just pure rambling about nonsense this time. I probably don't make a lot of sense, I'm very much quite ill right now and I didn't get to sleep until like 8am, and even when I did I woke up like 3 hours later. I am very much running on fuck all. Anyways!

Let's go more in depth I guess.

"There… There is a nostalgic face. Hey, brat… Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?"

"There... there is a nostalgic face." - Excuse me? Now, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that when Mori killed him, he was fucking bedridden and probably clinically insane fr. He was not right in the head or the body, and he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Once again, I'm no expert, but something tells me that he couldn't see Dazai across the fucking room, hiding in the fucking shadows. Fuck, we didn't even see him until the panel of him just... was there. Jumpscare fr. And again, as well as him being pretty hidden and quite a ways away, the Previous Boss was very ill, mans probably had fucking cataracts or something. My point is, there's a diminutive chance that he saw Dazai in the room. Plus, his remaining focus was on Mori, who was also basically obstructing Dazai from view. Suspicious much? Sorry sorry, lmao. Anyways yeah, it's just the "there is a nostalgic face" that gets me.

nostalgia

noun

noun: nostalgia; plural noun: nostalgias

a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past."I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days at university"

(ofc nostalgia ain't always good like in this case lmao)

Honestly, one can only assume that Dazai and the previous boss had a connection before all this. The theory that appears to be most prominent is that Dazai is either the "rightful heir" to the Port Mafia and the previous boss' son, or that he was adopted by the previous boss. Both are very interesting theories, and I've looked into them and they have strong evidence tbh. They're pretty plausible :)

However, here's me with my bullshit theories that for some reason derail from what everyone else thinks.

I honestly don't think that he was the previous boss' son, however he very much could be, but I do think he had affiliations with him, whether that be his actual parents were affiliated with the Mafia, someone he knew, other distant family members, etc. However he was involved with the mafia, he was. (I'm not saying he was, I'm saying that any way you can think of would probably work lmao)

My point is that I think that Dazai has already grown up surrounded by this environment of violence and bloodshed and exploitation of others to get what you want. When Mori first meets him, he's already a cunning, enigmatic and manipulative child. Where on fucking earth could he have learned that, if not from the people he grew up with, whoever that may be?

Dazai's past will always be one of my top things to think about, because once we get his past, so fucking much might be revealed and explained, and honestly, I need to know fr. (I'm so sorry but 'Killing in the Name of' just came on and I must say, very fitting-) But yeah, sorry, getting off-track. My theory is that his past somehow links into the old boss somehow. Whether they knew each other for ten years or just one before Mori first met Dazai, I think that they definitely did know each other.

Also, another thing of importance to note is the fact that Dazai is still in a suit when he tries to kill himself and gets sent to Mori. Also, I don't know whether the bandages were because of the suicide attempt, or whether or not they're there from before he even attempted it. Personally, methinks it's the latter, but hey, that's not what we're talking about here. Another thing to mention is the fact that Dazai gets sent to Mori, a shady, underground doctor who's clinic is a neutral zone for any fighting and little wars going on between underground rings and gangs, and because at this point the previous boss was going on his rampage, it was sure to be a neutral ground from the mafia. Now, why was Dazai sent here? I've always theorised on this, but my newest one only just blossomed today lmao. One theory I had is that he was found somewhere by a gang member who took him to Mori because he was just like "Oh, a kid, take him to Mori or something." this one I guess is kind of plausible? More plausible than some others lmao. Another one that I had was that whether it was his family or not, the people he was with did not want any suspicion arising around them should they go to a normal hospital with Dazai or they just know Mori's a shady doctor that'll sort him out quick I guess. Another mad theory I had was that Dazai was raised in an orphanage and they didn't want anyone questioning why a child under their care ended up trying to kill themselves on the grounds of the orphanage, so they took him to Mori. (I have more theories on orphanage Dazai, it's one of the least plausible ones but it actually made a lot of sense when I looked deeper into it)

EITHER WAY, sorry, it's clearly suspicious and seedy that you'd send a 14 year old to an underground doctor who is known for being shady and underhanded. Just saying.

God, this got a bit out of hand. Anyways, the newest theory I had for this was that Dazai was under the "care" of the previous boss and had tried to kill himself, Mori got wind of this and took Dazai as his patient, knowing his relation with the previous boss and saw his opportunity to assassinate him, using the fact that Dazai is an acquanitance of the previous boss to his advantage, and the fact that he's his doctor (the previous boss'). Does this make sense or am I actually mentally unwell and just chatting shit?

Well, whatever lmao. Going more in depth into the little extract from Fifteen; "Are you in good health? Have you been bullied by the doctor?" Now, whatever the fuck this means I guess? I'm going to do a separate post about the second half of what he said, because what the fuck. Lmao, but for now, I'm mainly going to focus on the "Are you in good health?" I feel as if this is him not only mocking Dazai, but himself. Asking Dazai if he's in good health, because he's not because he was assassinated by Mori whilst Dazai watched, and he was bedridden towards the end of his life. And, he's mocking Dazai because just a couple days (weeks, months, idk the timeframe lmao) before he died, Dazai obviously was hospitalised because of his suicide attempt, plus the fact that Dazai is just... unhealthy anyways. He's underweight, covered in bandages, mentally unwell and just doesn't take care of himself and throws himself into dangerous situations and has very self-destructive tendencies, PLUS the fact that (not at 14-17 I'd hope lmao) he also drinks, like, that mf is not in a good state. So, I feel as if it's just taking a jab at that, as well as him holding resentment for being murdered when he was ill. Does that also make sense? Maybe not. Sleep-deprived bullshit, my bad. But, as much as it's him poking fun at the situation and the people involved (also it could be bc yk Mori's a doctor, haha funny joke, yk? lmao) I think it's also quite familiar? Like, you know, you see someone that you know, and ask if they're okay, if they're in good shape, especially if since when you last saw them they're very much not. It honestly should come across as a caring remark, but obviously it's not in this situation.

Lmao anyways, another snippet from Fifteen because holy shit;

The true form of the silver flash that cut Dazai was a long scythe as tall as a human being. The old man holding the handle of the scythe gave a muffled laugh. "Cruel… Truly heartless. The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand." The old boss said with a hoarse voice. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories… You're an enemy to me even in this body." "Boss. You're no longer a human…" Randou told him gravely. "I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." "Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

This one got me rabid fr.

Let's go from the start.

The old man holding the handle of the scythe gave a muffled laugh. "Cruel... Truly heartless. The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand."

Right. Right right right. Not only does he laugh after he slices the bitch, what I find interesting is the "Cruel... Truly heartless." Now, he could be referring to a plethora of things, so I'll go ahead and mention a few of them.

One of them could be him calling Dazai cruel and heartless, which is honestly how a lot of people see him and what he does sometimes come across as. He's calling him this because he stood by and watched him get murdered by his doctor, the one who was supposed to be taking care of him. (Again, this is all assuming that he knew Dazai was there, which apparently he did, but how?)

Another thing could be that he's saying it's cruel and heartless that he's having to murder a child. Maybe. But, as we know, he's a ruthless and uncaring man who would not hesitate to fucking deck a kid, so like.

Another thing could be just him being sarcastic about his next sentence, once again mocking and kind of belittling Dazai and making fun of him, because he's in an unfortunate predicament, much like he was.

Now, with a few of those out of the way, moving onto the next sentence which fucks me up.

"The day has come where the kid will be beheaded by this hand."

Now you old on just a fucking minute.

One thing I'd like to say is that typically, a beheading is used as a form of execution. (Also parallells Dazai's betrayal of the Mafia later. Could be me absolutely clutching at straws frantically but I like to make connections and stick to them lol.) And, of course, an execution is a form of punishment for someone betraying or going against any form of law or hierarchy. It's strange to me that he'd use this phrasing. Maybe he's saying this because he feels that Dazai should be punished for not stopping his assassination, and he is to execute him for betraying the Mafia by standing by and watching him die. But Dazai wasn't with the Mafia at this point. Once again returning to my point of their connection and that they knew each other, it could be his way of holding some bitter resentment towards Dazai for betraying him personally, and it's not just revenge he's hoping to get on him. The next bit that also gets me is the "The day has come" as if he's been waiting for this specific day for a while, since before he was assassinated. Gah, it's all so confusing. Also also, the repeated use of the previous boss using words like "kid" and "brat" are also interesting to me. He's really the only one to refer to Dazai that way, bar Chuuya and that one GSS soldier, who was like "The Port Mafia are recruiting kids now?" and of course, Chuuya and Dazai calling each other "brat" "punk" and "kid". It just feels... off, the way the previous boss keeps calling him this. I don't know if he refers to Dazai by his name at all, which could also be a reason as to why maybe they don't know each other at all, because it's of course a plausible line of thinking, as we haven't been given anything that says otherwise. I don't know, it just irks me.

The old boss said with a hoarse voice. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories… You're an enemy to me even in this body."

Also forgot to mention the "hoarse voice" when he's saying that to Dazai. That's a big hmmmmm moment fr. Anyways. This part really is so intriguing to me. "But before that, I'd like to talk about my memories... You're an enemy to me even in this body."

Hm? What was that? This part's really fucking suspicious to me. "I'd like to talk about my memories..." So, clearly, there's something in his memories (PLURAL) that he'd like to discuss with specifically Dazai, something so important that the one thing he's been waiting and itching to do must be put aside for the time being. It's the middle of the battle between the previous boss and Randou and Dazai and Chuuya, like, can it not wait?

Irks me, and the fact that (like I said) it's plural. He doesn't say "there's a memory I'd like to talk about." it's just "Let's talk about my memories" almost as if it's fucking all of them.

Then, the use of the elipsis with the jarring "...You're an enemy to me even in this body." is unsettling. He declares Dazai, a 15 year old, as his enemy. Not only has he made fun of him, slashed him up, threatened to behead him and possibly called him cruel and heartless, but he's now stating that he is his enemy, whether he is a corpse or whether he is alive and well, alive and sick, etc...

It's all around a little bit suspicious, if I do say so myself. The next part, where Randou interrupts and stops him in his tracks, is also highly important.

"Boss. You're no longer a human…" Randou told him gravely. "I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." "Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

(Laughing at the "Randou told him gravely" because he's fucking dead lmao, L)

THIS. THIS. THIS.

"Boss. You're no longer a human..."

SOUND FAMILIAR, YEAH YEAH?

The fact that this specific line was used is just... there's got to be more to it. Why would Asagiri choose to specifically use that? And don't forget when Kunikida also said the same exact thing to Dazai in 55 minutes. (SPOILERS FOR 55 MINUTES)

"The hell are you talking about?! 'Finally managed to die'? You're no longer human! You don't deserve that right! If you really want to die that much, I'll kill you myself! How about this?! And this?! How about from this angle?!"

It just strikes me as odd, the comparisons. Obviously, Dazai's ability being 'No Longer Human', the phrasing Randou used is strange. I don't know. Anyways lol.

"I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability… You are simply my ability. And your mission is… to take Chuuya-kun's corpse while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe."

"I used a formula to recreate your memories and personality from when you were alive to insert into my ability..." So, as we see here, he is just the same as if he were alive and well. He's not just saying all this shit randomly, he has sound reason behind it and he remembers. He has his memories, emotions, etc. (I also want to know when and how he took the body into his sub-space, that's interesting). I don't know why Randou stops after saying "...while stopping Dazai-kun. With that scythe." I don't know, maybe he's just clarifying lol. Hm.

"Ok, I understand. This soul is a piece of torn paper clinging to your ability. This body is an automatic doll with no interior or self consciousness… But, it's an incredible feeling." The old boss raised the scythe. A black cloth emerged from thin air and wrapped around him… like an old, western grim reaper.

And just like that, he's over it. Lmao.

I like the comparison of the old boss the the Grim Reaper, I think that's really important. Especially considering he got his own throat slit by his evil doctor, but.

I think what's so interesting to me about it is that, as we know, Dazai constantly seeks and craves death. He chases after it non-stop, longing for a life that's not his own, and wishing for that one fateful encounter where maybe, he'll finally be able to die the way he wishes. Whilst other people run from death and are scared shitless by the concept of it as they run from the Grim Reaper, harbinger of their fear itself, Dazai actively seeks it. He runs after the Grim Reaper, praying that this time, maybe, he'll die. But as we know, he hasn't yet succeeded (technically he's succeeded twice lmao.) and he still chases relentlessy after him. So, I feel as if the comparison of the previous boss to "an old, western Grim Reaper" is important to note. Once again, I could just be babbling wham. Also, the way he's about to "kill" Dazai is fairly important. The second he raises his scythe, he becomes clothes and adorned in black cloth, like an executioner swinging his axe. A lot is being alluded to in these passages (passages?) that are repetitive themes throughout.

So, this probably made no sense, but honeslty, I just needed to get my jumbled thoughts out there.

In conclusion, I do believe that Dazai and the previous boss have some sort of connection, and I hope it's brought up again, and it wasn't just a one off or a misinterpretation of the scene. It seems really intriguing to me!

A lot of theories that I have seen include Dazai being "heir" to the Port Mafia and whilst that could be a plausible way of thinking, I just don't think so, but who am I to say?

Yes, he was in the room with the boss when Mori killed him; who's to say Mori didn't just bring him with him and say "He's under my care." or something? Maybe it wouldn't be that easy if the room was heavily guarded, especially because it's the Port Mafia's boss and many people are wanting to assassinate him, but they'd never suspect that his doctor would be up to something shady, and so what if he takes a kid in there with him? What's a 14 year old going to do?

Also, if the chances are that Dazai was "adopted" in a way by the previous boss, of course they'd let him go in with Mori, if they knew who he was.

And also, people saying about how why Mori would kick Dazai out of the Mafia at 18 is also due to the fact that he is indeed the rightful "heir" and he knows it, or something. But honestly, I don't know if that has much to do with it. I don't actually think that Mori expected Dazai to leave the Mafia; I don't think he understood the true impact Oda had on Dazai, because Mori doesn't know who Dazai is really. Dazai is cold, and doesn't show much emotion. However, it was a completely different story with Oda and Ango, and I think Mori didn't truly understand the extent that the fondness between them all went to. I think he wanted to keep Dazai under his thumb, reign him in, make him more obedient. If he could take some rogue compnents out of Dazai's life, it'd give him more reason to be more of a... mindless slave? To the Mafia? There's better phrasing, but do you get what I mean? With Oda's sacrifice, Mori killed about 6 birds with one stone. He got rid of Mimic, he got the permit he needed, he (if we exclude my theory of him trying to make Dazai more controlled) got rid of Dazai who was a threat to his position, he got the upper hand on the Division, etc etc. He really hit the nail on the head with that one move. But, in other aspects, it was indeed the wrong move. He lost a lot because of it. He lost the trust of Dazai as well as Dazai himself, he lost one of the most skilled ability users and a phenomenal assassin, also lost quite a few men along the way, (he already knew this but) he lost Ango, a skilled and resourceful information store (lol), etc. Confusing situation lol.

Anyways, sorry, went on a rant, but my point was that kicking Dazai out of the mafia for being the rightful "heir" wouldn't have done much. Dazai could still assassinate him if he wanted to be the boss. Which is why I think he has some underlying motive for doing what he did. Also, the fact that he seems genuinely dejected and angry when the Guild is fighting with them and he mentions that if Dazai were still here, the Guild would have been no match.

Also, a good point that the post I mentioned made was when Hirotsu mentioned specifically Dazai when talking about understanding Mori's motives, which I think was very interesting.

Now, this could probably be about anything, but it does seem like it's directed towards Mori assassinating the previous boss. It could also mean about sending Chuuya over to his location, kicking him out of the mafia (this is the one I low-key kind of think that he meant), etc. It could be a lot, but seemingly it's either only getting Dazai forced out of the Mafia or the previous boss' death. Interesting points all around and their analysis and theory is so so so good!!!

Anyways, this was a bit longer than I expected it to be, I hope it makes sense! Any questions, please please PLEASE feel free to ask! Because I have a lot more to say about this, but I can't write it unless prompted lmao.

Thank you for reading this far, my love <333

Have a lovely day/night! <333

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[carsonnieve]

masterpost of my fics on ao3

Just doing this because I want to have something pinned on my page here but well, a reminder of my old fics from different fandoms because kudos and comments are appreciated as well so it motivates me to keep on writing. Hopefully there's new ones updated soon as long as my inspiration kicks in.

Currenly working on two mevie fics so let's see how that goes!

username: carsonnieve

Let's start with the ones that are completed and I'm really proud of.

it's always about fate pairing: beca and chloe (pitch perfect) rating: T

Summary: Chloe sighed and walked in the coffee shop with the phone in her hands. She didn’t want to have this conversation today and yet there she was, talking about it when she just wanted a coffee and have a relaxing afternoon writing down new ideas for her stories and not pining over her online friend. Then the moment she looked up she saw someone she really wanted to see too and the reason why her heart was so divided and yet confusing. Beca.

2. unsay these spoken words pairing: regina mills and emma swan (once upon a time) rating: T

Summary: Because maybe, after all, she could take the pain and continue with her life. But maybe she thought she could, when actually her heart was already broken and the scattered pieces all over her chest were not enough to make her realize that she was alone, and hurt. She had hope... until she saw the ring on her finger.

3. fool for you pairing: harry hook x evie grimhilde (descendants) rating: T

Summary: Her smile forever gone after the images came back to her mind, sending chills all over her body and a strange feeling going slowly up her spine. And in that instant, she closed her eyes. Right when it hit her. Right when Harry stood up and placed a hand on her arm. “It reminds ye o’ that night, eh?"

4. let me pairing: mal and evie (descendants) rating: T

Summary: "Mal?" "I'm fine. Let's change and go dance, okay?" The girl tried to slip away from her arms but Evie kept holding her because she knew something was off. And it was right there, in that hug, when she felt a sting of pain way worse than the last. Her hand immediately went to her skin to keep it hidden. But Evie's eyes were already on the injury. And Mal was so ready to hear her complain about the dress she just destroyed because she wasn't careful enough with it. And to be honest, she just couldn't deal with that in that exact moment.

5. watch me ride the beat pairing: mal and evie (descendants) rating: E

Summary: “Oh! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking.” Wow, she’s even prettier in front of me. Evie thought with both of her hands on her shoulders for support, as the blonde’s hands kept a hold on her hips, keeping her still. “I’m really sorry.” The brunette ran her fingers through her hair and her other hand touched the girl’s nape, without her even noticing it. She seemed to be too busy holding Evie by her waist. Her fingers slightly touching her bare back. “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention either.” or the smutty club!au fic no one asked for but i needed to write

and here comes the unfinished ones but that will be finished one day, trust me.

some things are meant to be pairing: mal and evie (descendants) rating: M

Summary: Everyone knew what a soulmate was back in Auradon, where princes and princesses lived their own happily ever after. Where their parents taught them what true love was without fear. Needless to say they believed in their own destiny but the idea of having a soulmate was so exciting for all of them. But back on The Isle… Descendants of pure evil weren’t fond of the idea, especially considering what their parents taught them; "love is not for us, love is weakness, we’re villains and you are our next generation to take over the world and finally get the revenge we so desire." But everything changed when four of them were sent to Auradon. And it all started when two girls were 6 years old... or the Soulmate!AU nobody asked for but I really wanted to write.

2. to find the light even in the darkest places pairing: mal and evie (descendants + shadowhunters universe) rating: E

Summary: Evie and Harry are two of the best shadowhunters of their generation. They never get in trouble and they always get the job perfectly done… until they go on a mission and everything starts to change and leads them into an unexpected path. Should they continue their normal lives or live as they want to without thinking of the consequences? Is it more important to find and follow love than their duties as shadowhunters and working for the Clave? Even when a new source of evil arises and things start to get more serious… is everything worth fighting for? It all starts with a simple order from the Clave… or the shadowhunters!au no one asked for but we needed to write

There's also two in Spanish in case I have followers who actually speaks the language and not just me and the last one is one of my favorites from my favorite couple so please check it out, thanksssss!!

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[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Tonal Evidence (usa) 1991 Alternative Rock / Alternative Dance / Industrial / Synthpop / Experimental

Folks, I gotta say that I'm pretty beside myself with regards to this album; not because the music's bad—a lot of it's great!—but because I can't find almost any of these highlights on YouTube. And, I mean, we're talking London's Mute Records here, one of the biggest and most successful alternative labels in the world since its early 80s founding. You'd think every song in their catalogue would be up on YouTube by now, but apparently not. Either no one's uploaded any of this good music that's on this album or Mute practices in the dark art of copyright takedowns like nobody else's business. Either way, it's a shame that I can't make most of this stuff easily accessible to you all 😔.

That said, though, this early 90s compilation from Mute is really good. They're known for being on the forefront of alternative rock, alternative dance, industrial music, and synthpop, and with this US-tailored 1991 sampler of theirs, you get a nice taste of all of that stuff 😋.

Plus, a whole bunch of these songs were exclusives when they appeared on this album too. They may have popped up elsewhere since, but back in '91, if you purchased this CD, you were getting a sweet handful of rare goodies. And now that you can't find them anywhere to stream, I guess they're rare once again 😅. Funny how that works, eh?

Anyway, it doesn't always happen with late 80s and early 90s releases, because the music can feel a little bit primitive at times, but I think I'm more partial to the dance music that's on here than the alternative rock. Kris Weston, a guy who goes by Thrash, and who did other remixes for acts like Depeche Mode and U2 around this same time, does a sweet techno remix of Fortran 5's "Love Baby;" John Robie, a close associate of Arthur Baker, and who played synthesizers on Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force's "Planet Rock," delivers a wild, cold, and thick electro remix of Cabaret Voltaire's "Yashar;" and there's a dynamite radio mix of "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love," by Meat Beat Manifesto, one of the most important alt-electronic groups that's ever existed, and whose breakbeat stylings certainly served as an inspiration to the dawnings of trip hop, big beat, and drum n bass—all with an industrial edge too.

Plus, a shoegazey bit of early 90s indie pop from a Swedish band called Easy. They're actually still around after all these years, having released a brand new album just a few weeks ago. But this song, "Cloud Chamber," which is the second song off their 1990 debut album, Magic Seed, catches them in some of their very earliest days. Pleasant jangle-honking indie fare right there.

Awesome sampler with an eclectic slate that reflects all the different types of alternative music that Mute had its hand in shaping, but I've got almost no links to any of it 😞. Oh well.

Feel free to message me directly if you really wanna hear this album!

Highlights:

Fortran 5 - "Love Baby (Electropathy Mix)" Cabaret Voltaire - "Yashar (John Robie Mix)" Meat Beat Manifesto - "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love (Radio Mix)" Renegade Soundwave - "Biting My Nails (1990 Remix)" The Weathermen - "Freedom Or Slavery (Conclusive Edit)" Easy - "Cloud Chamber"

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