#[ oh i forgot she was short that's even better haha

[rachetmath]

Jaune's Last Man

(Hi sorry this has been my head and I completely forgot about this so let me end this with a kicker. A rap you may say. If you need a recap or you don’t know what this is about....he links here.;

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/681709097493659648/ilia-blake-i-want-to-come-with-you-blake-ilia?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/683991434179805184/can-we-please-get-a-sequel-to-the-post-about-jaune?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/688883250974916608/so-i-know-ow-you-said-you-dont-normally-do?source=share)

Jaune: Mercury.

Mercury: Vomit Boy. How’s it hanging?

Jaune: I’m doing fine.

Mercury: Really? I mean since you killed your friend. Your girlfriend dead. And Atlas. I would think you be in a site of depression.

Jaune: Yeah. Except I’m in state of rage.

Mercury; Oh.

Jaune: I mean I haven’t seen my family in years to where I can barely remember their faces. I watched thousands of innocent people die. I was betrayed by someone I wanted to call friend. All because of my stupidity.

Mercury: Wow finally admit it. You don’t know what your doing.

Jaune: Still don’t… but I’ll take my chances.

Mercury: So what are you going to do torture me.

Jaune: Haha no. Of course not. Ladies.

Neo and Ilia walks into the room. Neo before she took a seat on the table, she gives Jaune a kiss on cheeks while Ilia a has weapon to Mercury’s neck. Mercury was still shocked with Neo.

Jaune: Alright. Let us begin. I’m here to make a deal.

Mercury: A deal?

Jaune: You bet. I want you on my team.

Ruby: What?

Jaune: Yes.

Mercury: Why?

Jaune: We need someone like you on our side. Guys like you come in very short supply.

Mercury: That doesn’t give me much of a reason. Why should I give you allegiance?

Jaune: I’m willing to give something that can’t refuse.

Mercury: Please, your not even giving me a right to choose.

Jaune: *sigh* Ilia.

Ilia removes her weapon and sits down.

Jaune: Fine, I’ll play by rules. Look, I understand. Your father he was bad man. But brother he’s dead.

Mercury: I know.

Jaune: I know it was by own hands. I get it wasn’t easy but you fail to get-

Mercury: Is?

Jaune: That you can be better. So much clever. Do really want to stay in his shadow forever?

Mercury: Please. Who are you to judge me? If I recall correctly didn’t you cheat. You went to a school filled with talent. With nothing to show but empty promises and values. You talk a big game but you can’t measure up. Face it bud, your only here because of luck.

Jaune: …. ….

Mercury: Got nothing to say. Guess the fun is over. No more debates. I guess I’m done now prison await. Besides Salem offered me world on a plate what’s better than that?

Jaune: Okay, little man, so what’s your plan?

Mecury: What?

Jaune: Yeah, little man, what’s you plan?

Mercury: I mean-

Jaune: What’s your plan? Tell me, little man, what you gone do when you got the world in your hands? You get all money and get some respect. You make yourself sound like you really are a threat. Yes its true, your right about me. I did what it took to follow my dreams. But now look at me. I am all three. Money, Power and respect. A threat guaranteed. I lost many people but yet I still breath. Yet I still believe in what we can achieve.

Mercury: … … …. What are you saying to me?

Jaune: We’re nothing like them.

Mercury: What do you want from me?

Jaune: Show me your bravery. Leave it all BEHIND and make history.

Mercury: But I-

Jaune: You’re nothing like him.

Mercury: I’m-

Jaune: You can still be better.

Emerald: *burst in door* And if your not sure we can explore it together. We’ll have each other.

Jaune: And if you believe-

Mercury: Believe?

Jaune: In yourself.

Emerald: And me.

Jaune and Emerald: There’s nothing you can’t achieve.

Mercury: Really?

Jaune: Right.

Emerald: You can fly. Again. Sore the sky. Again.

Jaune: Away from sun. Together with us. We can make history. Forge our destiny. Our story will be legendary. So-

Jaune: *pulls his hand out* What do you say?

Mercury: Hmm. Well-

Jaune: Yes, you will paid.

Mercury: And?

Jaune: Yes, come man, what do you say?

Mercury: *shakes Jaune’s hand* Alright you got a deal compadre.

RWBY: Dang.

Oscar: They went play by play.

Nora: So Jaune? Tell us, what’s now the team’s name?

Jaune JMNI. What do you all think?

Mercury: I got say, it’s got nice ring to.

Ilia: I accept the team name. No mistake.

Neo: *agrees with smile*

Jaune: Guess we agree. But before we celebrate we have demonstrate, how useful we are, leave no trace to debate. So let’s start on our first case. What do you say?

Mercury, Ilia and Neo(with a sign): Bring it.

Jaune: Oh this will be great.

Nora: Can we stop rhyming.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #emerald sustrai #ilia amitola #rwby neopolitan #mercury black #team jmni #team nero #nero #jmni #oscar pines

[planetpiastri]

also sending 13 with bob <33333 -allie

allie help i blacked out and somehow wrote almost 3k. what did u do to me. @spideystevie

13. meeting as the best friends/wingmen/chaperones of their two friends who want to go out together, but not alone

word count: 2.7k

“I can’t believe you actually convinced me to come along,” you muttered, propping your feet up on your best friend’s dashboard.

Rooster glanced sideways at you before going back to anxiously scanning the parking lot. “Me neither,” he admitted, “but I’m so glad you said yes.”

“Remind me of the plan one more time?” you asked.

He held up his fingers and began counting items off. “First, we meet up with Natasha at the Shake Shack.”

“We are at the Shake Shack,” you said.

“Yes. The three of us laugh and play nice for a bit, just to break the ice. Second—or maybe third?—you get up to use the restroom. I don’t know, make up some excuse.”

You rolled your eyes but let him keep going.

“Fourth—wait, or are we still on three?—anyways, fourth, while you’re gone I put the moves on Natasha, maybe invite her to officially do something one-on-one. Fifth, you come back and I’ll give you the signal. Remember the signal?”

You recited, “‘Ready to rock and roll?’ means it’s not going good and we have to go. ‘Living the good life’ means it’s going really well and I should buzz off. You picked such corny catchphrases, man.”

“But you remembered them!” Rooster considered things for a moment before adding another finger. “Sixth, seventh, whatever—profit.”

You hummed sarcastically and turned to look back out the window. It was winter, so it was already completely dark over the Shake Shack as you and Rooster waited for his definitely-not-a-date to show up. Other young people on awkward first outings, as well as large groups of friends, milled about on the open-air tables and greater parking lot, swapping ice cream and fries and having a generally great time. Rooster probably couldn’t have picked a better place to stage this “friendship coup” as he called it—in short, an attempt to get out of the friendzone with Natasha Trace.

You’d only met Natasha a handful of times, but you liked her. You weren’t sure how much you liked her for Bradley, but you also weren’t the type to meddle that deeply into your friend’s love life. And Rooster had been single now for nearly four long, painful years; you thought it would be good for him to get out of his head and get back in the dating game.

“Oh, shit, that’s her!” he hissed suddenly, swatting your arm. “Come on, let’s go!”

You quickly climbed out of the Bronco, following Rooster’s lead as he began to make his way towards the sleek Volkswagen that had just pulled into the lot. The headlights in the Volkswagen shut off and the driver’s side door opened to reveal Natasha, graceful and strong as ever. She broke into a smile as soon as she saw Rooster and leaned against the open frame of her door.

“Hey, Rooster,” she said before her eyes slipped past him and landed on you. They lit up with recognition. “Oh, hey!”

“Hi,” you said, feeling incredibly transparent and awkward. 

“Oh, uh—they just wanted to come with, I started talking about Shake Shack and they were like, ‘oh my god, I want to go!’ So I hope that’s okay,” rambled Rooster.

You glared daggers at the back of Rooster’s head, but Natasha just laughed and nodded. “Yeah, no worries. I mean—I’d be kind of a hypocrite if I said no.”

Rooster laughed. “Haha, yeah—wait, what?”

Natasha bent down into the open door and said, “You can come out, you know.”

The passenger door to the Volkswagen swung open and a man stepped out, and you momentarily forgot that you were in the middle of drilling a hole in the back of Bradley’s head with your eyes.

He was tall and lean, with short blonde hair combed back out of his face. He was wearing glasses, but even in the dim light of the parking lot you could make out wide, blue eyes and a shy, kind expression on his face. He glanced nervously around the group: first at Natasha, then at Rooster, then back to Natasha, and then to you, where they stayed.

“This is Bob,” said Natasha. “I figured it’d be okay if he tagged along with us, too.”

Your mind had stuttered to a halt, but if there was one thing to be said about Rooster, he was quick on his feet. “Yeah, definitely! Nice to meet you, Bob. Hey, I just remembered I left my wallet in my car like an idiot.” He pinned you with a sharp look. “Can you come grab it with me?”

You only considered arguing for maybe half a second before tearing your eyes away from Bob and sighing, “Yeah, let’s go. Be right back, guys. Meet you at the shack?”

“Sounds good!” called Natasha as you and Rooster began to jog away.

Rooster yanked open the driver’s side door of the Bronco and bent over the seat for pure formalities, because he knew as well as you did that the outline of his brown leather wallet was prominent and very obvious in his back pocket.

“She brought one too!” he hissed at the gas pedal.

You looked up at the sky, asking anyone listening to please, please, send you help. Then you said, “So?”

“So that throws a bit of a spanner in the works!”

“Does it?”

He straightened up, waving a pad of brown napkins in your direction. “Yes! Is that her way of telling me this is a strictly-friends situation? Is Bob my competition? What message am I meant to receive here?”

“Maybe the message that she felt the same way that you did about this little hang-out and brought along a safety net?” you offered. “Please stop waving those napkins at me, Bradley.”

“Right, sorry.” He tossed them into the backseat, where they scattered like confetti, and you fought back a shiver of disgust. “So what do I do?”

You cocked your head at him. “I don’t know, Rooster. Maybe…go hang out with her? And stop stalling at your car?”

Rooster blinked. “Fuck. You’re right. Let’s roll out.”

When you arrived at the front counter, Bob and Natasha still hadn’t ordered. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the menu, and you took a moment to try and decipher their body language: her arms were folded, his loose and relaxed; she would periodically tap her hip against his, less in a manner that tried to get his attention and more out of casual familiarity; when they spoke to each other, they didn’t turn their heads, just spoke out of the sides of their mouths and trusted the other to catch it.

In all honesty, they reminded you a lot of you and Bradley. The thought made you feel strangely…relieved, but you couldn’t figure out why exactly.

Bob noticed you and Rooster first, turning and smiling. He met your eyes, but then looked away just as quickly.

“Hi,” you said, stepping up next to him and introducing yourself. “Sorry about before. I swear, he’d lose his head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

“Yeah, I’ve gathered,” chuckled Bob before blinking. “Oh, I just mean—Natasha’s told me—I’ve heard that Bradley can be—”

“You’re good,” you interrupted swiftly. “I love him, but he’s an idiot.”

Bob smiled that quick, nervous smile again before turning back to the menu board. “Okay. Do you know what you’re gonna get?”

You nodded. “They do a killer float here.”

Bob glanced at you in surprise. “You don’t get shakes at the Shake Shack?”

“You do?” you countered.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s a Shake Shack.”

You found yourself laughing. “Okay then, wise guy, educate me!”

“I’m gonna change your life,” promised Bob, stepping up to the counter and ordering two peanut-butter fudge milkshakes. When you tried to pull out your own wallet, he put out a hand to stop you. 

“I’m perfectly capable—” you started.

“Please. What kind of teacher would I be if I made my student pay for their own school supplies?”

You snorted with laughter, turning to share an amused look with Rooster before realizing in a panic that you’d been so caught up talking with Bob that you’d lost track of both Natasha and Rooster. You swore under your breath, stepping away from the counter and looking back and forth for where they’d gone. He’d asked you to be his wingman because he was nervous, and you’d already messed it up!

Bob stepped up next to you, two milkshakes in hand. “Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Where’d they go?” you asked, still looking around the patio and the parking lot.

Bob slurped loudly at one of the shakes for a moment before saying, “She said something about stealing him away to play mini golf across the street. Must be what happened.”

You whirled around to face him. “You guys had a game plan?”

His cheeks colored and he didn’t meet your eyes. “Yeah. She was nervous. That’s why I’m here.” He squinted at you. “Did you guys have a game plan?”

You bit your lip, realizing you’d been caught. “Yes,” you said softly.

“There we go, then,” said Bob, holding out the second shake. “Even Stevens.”

You took it from him and worked your straw up and down, trying to mix it. “Well, then what are we supposed to do while they play mini golf?”

Bob did meet your eyes then, fixating you in place with that impressive cobalt stare. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and a warm flush began to spread out from your throat. You hoped against hope he couldn’t tell in the darkness.

Bob said, “Wait for them to get back, I guess.”

You led the way back to Rooster’s car, where you retrieved the spare key that only you knew about from its spot in the front wheel well. You and Bob worked together to lower the small tailgate of the Bronco, and then Bob helped lift you up onto it. You both sat there, hip to hip: you, swinging your legs over the empty space; him, keeping his calmingly still.

“I can’t believe they ditched us,” you said around the straw wedged between your lips.

Bob moved his straw up and down, just like you’d done before. You tried not to stare at his hands. He said, “I don’t know. This was kind of best-case-scenario for how tonight could have gone.” He smiled. “Imagine the four of us wedged in a cramped diner booth, watching both of them fail to flirt.”

“Ugh, good point,” you said. “Not that it’s any of my business, but—you and Natasha? Just friends, then? She’s here for Bradley?”

Bob made a strangled noise, somewhere between a snort and a raspberry. “No,” he said. “Just friends. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

You took another sip of your shake before setting it down behind you. “I don’t know, that can be kind of romantic sometimes.”

“Natasha and I are not romantically engaged,” he said, enunciating clearly. “She’s here because she wants to see how things go with Bradley.” He paused. “Besides, I’ve heard stories—how do I know you and him aren’t secretly pining for each other?”

You pretended to gag. “Ew, no thanks. He’s practically my brother.”

“See, it’s weird!” laughed Bob. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me!”

“I’m not!” you laughed back. “You made your point. I’m sorry.”

You both smiled, a comfortable silence falling over the backseat of the Bronco. The nerves of the night were starting to wear off, and you found yourself shivering in the cool winter air. When you reached behind you to grab the blanket Rooster kept stashed in the back seat, Bob helped wrap it tight around your shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Thanks,” you said, trying to fight back that shy flush of warmth that threatened to overtake you again.

A few more minutes of quiet stretched out in front of the two of you, and you finally sighed, buzzing your lips and trying to fill the silence. “Now what?” you asked, starting to swing your legs again.

“How do you know Bradley?” Bob asked, leaning back and resting his head against the back of the headrest.

You turned, arching an eyebrow. “Twenty questions? Really?”

He laughed. “If you’ve got other ideas on how to kill time, I’m all ears.”

You rolled your eyes again, turning to face forward and letting an amused giggle escape your lips. “Okay, fine. But that’s not how twenty questions works. You have to work up to the deep shit.”

Bob pulled one leg up onto the tailgate, lacing his fingers around his knee. “Okay, wise one,” he teased. “Educate me, then. You go first.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Seven. How do you know Bradley?”

You burst out laughing, grabbing onto his arm to keep yourself upright as he snickered, obviously pleased with himself. When Rooster and Natasha came back, you were both still giggling, but over a different twenty-questions-inspired joke. You didn’t even know how much time had passed—apparently enough for at least one game of mini golf to be completely finished.

“You guys look like you’re having fun,” said Natasha with a smile.

“Hey, guys,” you said. “How was mini golf?”

“Good,” said Rooster, swapping a look with Natasha. “Fun. I lost.”

“No surprise, there,” you teased, and Bob chuckled.

Rooster lifted his eyebrows at you. “Thanks for that. You ready to head out?”

You sat up quickly, letting the blanket fall away from your shoulders. “Oh, yeah, sure. We can head out. Is this a rock-and-roll situation?”

Rooster shook his head but didn’t say anything, so you figured he was withholding a lot of things that he wanted your opinion on. You stifled a sigh and shifted off of the Bronco, stretching your legs as Bob stood up next to you. As he shuffled closer to Natasha—presumably to ask how her date was—you leaned back into the cab and grabbed your mostly-full milkshake, holding it out to Bob.

When he took it, his brow furrowed in confusion and he reached up to adjust his glasses. “You didn’t have any?”

“I had a couple sips,” you said defensively. “You can finish it.”

“But—you—I—”

You grimaced and whispered, “I don’t like peanut butter in my milkshakes. But I can pay you back!”

“This is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” said Bob, and you were only half-sure he was being sarcastic. “Don’t worry about the money. We’ll just have to come back and get floats next time.”

As soon as he realized what he’d said, his whole face lit up bright pink. You saw Natasha and Rooster’s eyebrows fly into their hairlines at the same time. You grinned, unable to stop the quiet laugh that bubbled out of you as you nodded and said, “Yeah, I guess we will. I’ll see you around, Bob.”

“See you,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and wincing as he and Natasha began to slowly make their way back to her Volkswagen. She grabbed his sleeve, giving him a firm and teasing shake, and you grinned at the sight before turning and closing the tailgate back up and moving to the passenger seat.

“So,” you said as Rooster turned the key in the ignition, “how was it?”

He made a ‘kaputz’ gesture with his hand and blew a raspberry.

Your face fell. “Oh no. What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he explained, turning and backing out of his parking spot. “I guess that’s kind of why it’s a no-go. I think we’re just better as friends. And I think I’m actually okay with that.”

You smiled and nudged him on the arm when he paused to shift gears. “I’m proud of you, Bradshaw.”

He scoffed and shook his head. You sat back in your seat, prepared for a nice, quiet drive home, when Rooster suddenly leaned across the center console, shoving his face into your personal space. “How was your night, hmm?”

“Oh my god, go away, you freak!” you giggled, shoving at him. “None of your business!”

He sat up and pulled out of the parking lot, laughing and sending you a knowing look that made you want to explode. “The truth will out,” he said, “and by that I mean I’m gonna text Natasha later and get all the details. So which side of the story do you want me to hear?”

“His,” you said. “Definitely his.”

Rooster laughed again and you kicked your feet back up on his dashboard, pressing your knuckles to your mouth as you turned to look out the window. A pleased, heady fog had settled over your brain, and you felt like giggling for no real reason at all. The night had no more biting chill left, and your fingers smelled like chocolate and peanut butter.

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[lovelywritinglady]

Hey is me again

Okay so here is my other request this is a short one

Here is the request that tengen meet his mom that is the reader tengen knows how get got his heights and strong arms and the same eyes color and the flashy form from

And maybe some funny moments of this

Thank you and have a good day <3

Flashy Mama

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

Pure fluff, wholesome

Your pov

My soon to be husband assured me that meeting his mother would be a breeze and that she’d love me. He told me she was a sweet woman and that’s why he’s as flashy as he is today. My nerves were getting to me despite my fiancé’s words of encouragement. As we walked into the Uzui family main estate, we were greeted by one of the butlers there. He then took both of us to this beautiful sun room that overlooked a field of wisteria flowers in full bloom. It was quite a lovely sight to behold on this fine spring day. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard a sweet feminine voice behind me, who I could only assume was Tengen’s mother. So I promptly turned around only to be greeted with a giant woman.

“Ah you must be Y/N. That’s quite the flashy name you’ve got there.” She spoke with the same confidence as my soon to be husband.

“Yes you must be Mrs. Uzui.” I slightly stuttered. She was tall around at least six feet. Her hair was a beautiful shade of winter snow. Her eyes were slightly more pink that Tengens. She was a well built woman and I could tell exactly where Tengen got his looks from, including his muscles. Despite her size, she was absolutely beautiful. I was in awe of her beauty that I almost forgot I was suppose to be introducing myself.

“You seem a little lost huh.” She chuckled

“Oh no I’m sorry you’re just so beautiful.” I admitted

“I know, but thank you. That’s the only reason my son is as handsome as he is haha.”she boasted.

“Mother I’m only beautiful because I am a god.” Tengen said confidently

“Heh, if you’re a god than what does that make me?” She laughed. “Anyway, it’s quite nice to meet you Y/N. From what my egotistical son has written me, you seem like such a nice girl.” She said bending down slightly as to look at me better.

“Thank you you’re very kind.” I said blushing from the kind words of my future mother in law.

“Shall we have dinner then?” She questioned even though it sounded more like a command.

“Hell yeah, I’m fucking starving.” Tengen said

“Watch your mouth young man. Say that shit again and I’ll kick your ass.” She spat

“Well you’re cursing, so why can’t I?” Tengen whined.

“Because this is my house and I’m your mother.” She said walking away to the dining room.

As we walked I saw my fiancé roll his eyes and grumble something under his breath. Something along he lines of ‘shut up you old hag’. This made me smile widely at their mannerisms. Dinner went well except the random friendly arguing during dinner that made my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Later that night, we said our goodbyes and made our way back to our shared home.

“So it wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tengen asked while wrapping an arm around my waist pulling close to his side.

“No, not at all I actually had a lot of fun.” I proclaimed.

“Well good. So what do ya think about my mother?” He questioned

“I like her, I think she’s flashy.” I stated confidently while another smile graced my features.

“Hell yeah she is, hahah.” Tengen laughed

“Don’t met her hear you curse now, love.” I laughed. Just then we heard a roaring voice from this distance.

“Tengen Uzui you better not have just cursed!” Mrs. Uzui screamed. I guess yelling also runs in the family?

“I didn’t!” Tengen screamed back as I covered my ears.

“You guys are funny.” I stated

“Yeah maybe, but hey just like you said, I’ve got the flashiest mama around.” He boasted

“Hell yeah you do.” I laughted

“Y/N!” Mrs. Uzui yelled. Which caused my fiancé to pick me up bridal style and ran us both home scared of what his mother might do to both of them.

Thank you so much for reading💜 Thanks @bendymonter for requesting. Hope you like it!

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[twhem]

“i said your favorite word: the backrooms!”

in which case y/n (first person) gets stuck in the backrooms with mark, who happens to absolutely hate the backrooms.

g/n reader, pretty much platonic relationship. i also added a few things that weren’t in the game, but just things i thought of

(this has been eating me up all week but basically mark played the complex and it was all “haha he’s lost and he hates the backrooms” but my brain was like “omg the stairs and the couch and the color of that wall spark something in me” and now i want to write about mark and i exploring the backrooms)

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“…and if the substrituent has three carbons, it’s called a propyl group!”

mark walked in front of me, his walk being turned more so into a trudge the more we roamed.

mark sighed, looking around the room we entered. it looked identical to the one before, and i could tell he was getting frustrated.

“that’s great, y/n. really, that’s—“

rain could suddenly be heard hitting the roof above us.

rain?

we both looked at each other wordlessly, listening to the pounding rain and booming thunder. how is there a storm here? there’s a roof? does that mean there’s a way out?

“‘s kinda nice.” he mumbled. “…you know?”

i nodded. “no i…” i paused, looking at him. “…i was gonna say the same thing.

out of all the people to be stuck here with, i couldn’t have chosen a better person.

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“i gotta say,” mark spoke suddenly, grunting slightly as he struggled with the door in front of him. “i don’t like the way we spawned here without shoes.”

i glanced down at my socked feet. “i do. it’s comfy… with the carpet and all…”

he finally got the door open, sighing heavily. “the doorknobs turn down.”

i nod and say a silent “ahh..”, following him up a short flight of stairs. we enter a small hallway with a little room made into the wall, decorated with a couch and a table. the table held a vase with a fake white rose.

i see the rose in the vase and laugh. “kinda reminds me of—“

“—Ib.” mark chuckles. my face reddens, hopefully not too noticeably.

he passed the couch and the vase, continuing to walk. i stop.

upon noticing this, he turns and looks at me. “you want to stop here?”

“why not?” i shrug. “it’s comfy.” i crane my head toward the ceiling. “and it’s still raining.”

“i have a feeling it’s gonna rain for the entire duration of our time here.” he says, sitting on the couch next to me with a sigh.

we sat in silence, listening to the rain above us for a while, before i found the courage to speak.

“so… what were you doing…” i began. he turned to look at me. “…when you, uhm, ‘no clipped’ here.”

“ah.” he nodded, looking at the wall in front of us. “i had… just put Chica out.” he paused. “before i put her out, i yelled at her for chewing up something she wasn’t supposed to.”

another pause, then he chuckled lightly.

“you can imagine how bad i felt when i got here.”

i nodded, not knowing whether or not to feel bad or not. my story wasn’t as sad.

“i’m… i’m sure Amy is taking care of her.” i said with a small smile.

he shrugged, frowning. “…Chica wasn’t the only one i left on bad terms with.”

i nodded slowly as my lips formed an “oh”, not knowing what to say.

another silence.

“i’m sorry, mark.”

“what about you?”

i looked at him. “w-what?”

he chuckled. “the same question you asked me. what were you doing before you got here?”

i laughed. “oh! it’s kind of a funny story. i worked for my schools nursing building, in the simulation department.”

“simulation… like—“

“medical mannequins.”

he cringed. “ugh.”

i laughed. “oh, man. i forgot you hate mannequins! if regular mall mannequins creep you out, you should have seen this things… they talk, scream, moan, blink—“

“stop.” he chuckled, putting his hand up. i laughed even harder.

“anyways, that was simulation lab, where i primarily worked. we started a new thing with VR headsets where the students would do virtual clinical sessions. one day, nobody was in there, so i put one of the headsets on, and now i’m here.”

“oh, God. it’s… it’s like that Digital Circus thing.”

“exactly!” i said. “that’s what i thought… when i had… finally stopped panicking and crying.”

____

after a while of conversation, mark eventually fell asleep. i couldn’t blame him; i was pretty sure he’d been here long before i arrived.

i had a dream that i couldn’t remember when i woke up. upon waking, i found mark, still asleep, in the same position i had fell asleep to— head laid back, arm slung around the back of the couch, and his legs entangled in mine.

… he was much handsomer when he wasn’t just a box in the corner of a screen.

i looked at his arm, which had a rubber bracelet on it with a picture and text i couldn’t see nor read.

i decided to let him sleep a while longer.

_______________

(how tf do i watch mark at least once a week but i find it so hard to write his character)

#markiplier #the backrooms #mark fischbach #platonic #fanfic #fanfiction #the complex #the complex: expedition #markiplier fandom #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier x reader

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T3 cover thoughts,,, and psuedo guesses

Haruka : considering both of his songs were from the android girl album I feel like he's gonna get a third. Of which the only other song I know the lyrics to is relationship scramble.

I think it could work ("right now I want instant love", could be the whole any attention is good, negative inclusive, so long as it's attention) (bro idk)

Yuno : honestly not a clue haha, tho I think Rabbit Hole would work (+it's a popular prediction for her, I haven't listened to it but it could be a good choice?)

Fuuta : .....he got Salamander this trial I don't know what they're gonna give him anymore....I don't even know what the deal is with mosaik role,,,,,

Maybe Chimera? I've only listened to it once but it has the Vibes tm. I think it fits? I'm not very good at lyrical analysis but it'd be fun idk

(or volt tackle haha)

Muu : Theory of Negativity because idk it vibes. Similar to otome dissection kinda idk

Alternatively, Cinderella just cuz it....vibes like her I don't have a better explanation sorry

Shidou : I reeeally want to say cosmic rendezvous,,,, but it doesnt fit with his other covers. I hope dearly for cosmic rendezvous but let be realistic haha

My prediction. Ghost Rule or 118. Ghost Rule would be fun !!!! 118 would be, to me, if someone died in t3, cuz the lyrics can be twisted abit. It'd be so fun. Also "no law to pardon my crime" and "ethics are a delusion, but I'm still guilty when the morning comes" vibe the same. Also his va can do it I believe in him

The cover would also SLAP cuz from what I can tell shidous covers have a more...frantic? Energy to them and that works for a lot of the GHOST album songs. Anyways Ghost Rule milgram cover?? Please??

Mahiru : I had more but I forgot so here's the ones I remembered

U (unlikely, it's a English song... But hey it'd be fun) / Poison Apple (I'd say poison apple works for kazui but... There are funnier picks for him so)

I think her voice fits for these songs idk they just...vibe. really well. I believe in her va

Most fitting from what Ive seen is Zombies or Psuedo-Hope Syndrome which would work vocally and thematically I think! Idk tho haha mahirus is really vibe based

Kazui : ok wishful thinking : Ghost Rule. Fits with the liar theme. But I already gave it to shidou and it doesn't fit his other two covers (sad melancholy) so he gets the song I initially chose for shidou! Cosmic Rendezvous. A win for old man yaoi truthers (JOKE)

No seriously. The lyrics could be read as non romantic, and it continues his cover theme of Regret. It'd be fun, thematically relevant, fir the other covers, AND it'd hurt me. Perfect. If he does get cosmic rendezvous I will cry

Alternatively; we the hostages (?) Idk this pick was also solely vibes. I really want cosmic rendezvous though but that's cuz I want someone to say fuck

Amane : Angel Hair. I don't have a particular reason? Also this would be more in line with Positive Parade which was the trial one song.... And she got animal which I never would've expected so? Who knows. This is a fun list for vibes. Oh I think then all her songs would be Mannequin songs too

Mikoto : uhhhh (Not) a Devil. Cuz I'm not creative and it'd be funny. Uhh otherwise I'm not too sure.

Honourable mention that I think both Mikoto and Kotoko could get Addiction? By vibes alone lol cuz I can't read the captions...

Kotoko : imma be real I forgot. To kin assign her a song. But after having a short look at Anti - Beat I think she could get Dilemma? I think it works for kotoko. Idk

Tell me what songs you guys predict for any given character next trial I like seeing people's readings on what fits the character or the covers!!! Particularly kotoko, yuno and mikoto as much as I like their characters I don't have much of a read on them...

Also tell me what your favourite covers are!!!! I personally like both of shidous, kazui's, mahirus and fuuta's, and I really liked the monopoisoner one! (Haven't listened to reversible campaign enough to form opinion), as well as Harukas two breaths walking cover (haven't listened enough to the android girl one whoops)

#milgram #milgram project #kashiki yuno #sakurai haruka #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #kirisaki shidou #shiina mahiru #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #long post #t3 cover predicts #im going insane i think #if its obvious that i have favourites thats because i do #not a serious post #i just wanted yo post something sillier before i appear with the shidou theories post #👍 have a good day and tell me what your favourite covers are #sand speaks #sand speaks too much

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Beginning/Previous/Next 🐯🥭🐠🌅🪷

Transcript

Uncle Leo, 40- Software Engineer- Married to Auntie Mei: Ok! I left the last boxes in the kitchen. Do you think you’ll still need the dolly? If not, I’ll take it back to the truck.

Lee: I think we’re good now. Let me help you.

Auntie Mei, 40-Real Estate Agent-Lee’s mother’s youngest sister: (Speaking loudly in Tomarani) Neni! We are leaving soon! Where is your purse?

Neni, ??- Retiree-Lee's grandaunt: (In Tomarani)...It’s somewhere.

Anya, 52- Accountant- Lee's mother: (Whispering, in Tomarani) Do you think they’re going to be ok? The air conditioner and ceiling fan are still broken and they don’t even have a box fan. Henry’s not used to this heat. Maybe they should stay with us one more night.

Hiran, 54- Microbiologist- Lee's father: (In Tomarani) They’re going to be fine, Annie. Henry will get used to it. All they have to do is open a window; there’s a nice breeze.

Henry: (Heavily accented Tomarani)

Mali, 16- Student- Lee's sister: No! You are putting the stress on the wrong syllable. If you say it like that, you are telling someone to have a short night, instead of a good night.

Vihn, 10- Student- Lee's little cousin- Mei and Leo's son: HAHA!! A short night! *Snort*

[Laughing and conversations]

Vihn: Have a short night, Mali!

Mali: Ha! YOU have a short night! You’re the little one!

Anya: I’m just saying- it‘s no trouble at all. You can stay with us until your AC units are repaired. Henry, you’d like that better, right?

Lee: Mom...

Henry: AC would be nice, but we have so much unpacking to do still before Lee starts his classes next week.

Hiran: Speaking of which: your suitcase is still in the car!

Henry: Oh, yeah! I almost forgot! Let’s go get it!

Lee: [Heavy sigh]

Henry: Lee? Where did you go?

Henry: What’s going on?

Lee: I"M SORRY!

Henry: For what? Talk to me.

Lee: What was I thinking? What the HELL was I thinking? We had the perfect life back in San Sequoia. And now? I ruined it all. I dragged you across the world to live in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language, where the weather is hot year-round, and we bought an old house with no F*CKING AC!

Henry: Listen-

Lee: What if you decide you hate it? What if it’s too much and you want to return to San Sequoia?

Henry: Lee...

Lee: What if you end up hating me and leaving?...

Henry: Look, it’s perfectly normal to be nervous. This is a HUGE life change for us both! But...We talked about this so much! Ever since you started applying to medical school. Lee: this is the opportunity of a lifetime! You got a scholarship to one of the most respected and prestigious programs in the world! And thanks to its reciprocity agreements with all these different medical schools, transferring your license will be easy IF we decide to move. I knew what I was agreeing to when we decided to move.

Lee: But you are so far away from home...

Henry: What are you talking about? YOU are my home. Please don’t think like that. This is an adventure, and I love that I get to experience it with you.

Lee: Are you sure you are ok with all this?

Henry: You would know right away if I wasn’t.

Lee: True. You’ve always been upfront.

Henry: I’m so proud of you! My honey is going to be a kickass doctor!

Lee: It’s going to be rough for a while. I’m going to be studying all the time.

Henry: You better. I expect to be a well-kept man when you are through!

Lee: [Chuckles]

Lee: Are you ok with my family? They are pretty intense...And very loud and nosy.

Henry: I love your family! They are so warm and welcoming. They even gave up their Sunday to help us move in...That’s awesome!

Lee: I’m a lucky guy.

Henry: I will admit to being a little suspicious of Neni.

Lee: Whaaaat? Why Neni?

Henry: She keeps trying to feed me all the time. I think she’s plotting to fatten me up so she can cook me for Christmas...

Lee: Can you blame her? You’re such a snacc...

Henry: Hey... Are we ok? Are you feeling better?

Lee: Yeah...I am.

Henry: Good. If anything like this comes up again, promise me you will tell me right away. I don‘t like seeing you so upset.

Lee: Promise. And you, too, will tell me right away if anything comes up?

Henry: Something has DEFINITELY come up, baby! No AC can handle this heat!

Lee: You ridiculously adorable perv. C’mere.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 story #tomarang #the sims 4 for rent #tomarani adventure #slice of life #Lee Tan-McGraw #Henry Tan-McGraw #henry is a goofball #but very grounded #lee is brilliant #and very sensitive and empathetic #he's happy to be home #henry's happy to be with lee anywhere

[moonhoures]

so hot you’re hurting my feelings

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (fem.)

genre: model!sunghoon, established / long distance relationship, fluff, mild angst, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, mentions of masturbation, biting, fingering, vaginal penetration, use of protection 👍🏻, small mention of dumbificafion

word count: ~3.4K

synopsis: your boyfriend has been across the country for work for almost a month, and the distance is getting to you. luckily, his business trip gets cut a little short! you’re reunited again, and 🎶 it feels so good 🎶 😉

a/n: this is heavily inspired by the lyrics of “so hot you’re hurting my feelings” by caroline polachek (a.k.a one of my fav songs ever) and i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for a while, so yeah! enjoy!💓

posted: july 3, 2022

“Okay, how many times are you going to check your phone?”

You pull your eyes away from the screen in your hand to meet those of your friend, Mina. She held out a half-filled plastic cup to you with an expectant look in her eyes, and you took it with a grateful expression.

“Sorry, it’s just . . . Sunghoon usually texts me every night before ten to tell me goodnight.”

Your friend nodded in understanding. She was aware of the situation with your boyfriend. You and Sunghoon had dated for just over a year when he dropped the news on you; he had to move across the country for a modeling gig. You were devastated, to say the least. The two of you had grown inseparable in the year you dated, and this was the first time you would be apart for more than just a couple days. But, he promised to talk to you as often as possible every day, and you promised to tough it out until he got back. One month couldn’t be too bad, right?

Well, it was. You knew that as early as five days in. Friday nights were usually your “mystery date nights” where you scrolled through a list of restaurants nearby and randomly chose one to eat at. It felt pointless to go out without him, so you heated up some leftovers and waited for him to call you. You were miserable. And there were still twenty-six days left . . .

“I’m sure he’s just working late or something,”

she shrugged with an optimistic tone to her voice, “Um, do you want anything from the snack table?”

Oh, right. You almost forgot that you were at a party. It was easy to do that when your mind was elsewhere, drifting to memories of your boyfriend who was hundreds of miles away from you. You wondered if he found it hard to sleep alone just as you did. If he spoke out loud to you before realizing you weren’t there just as you did. If he missed you just as you much as you missed him . . .

“No, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few,” Mina assured you before disappearing into the cloud of unfamiliar faces before you. You finally took a moment to take in the scene of smiling, dancing people when your phone buzzed in your hand. You nearly dropped it from how quickly you turned it, facing the screen. There it was, your favorite name followed by his signature emoji.

sunghoon ❄️ sent 1 message

A quick swipe of your thumb across your screen displayed your boyfriend’s message to you, effectively making your heart swell.

sunghoon ❄️: hi baby, sorry for taking so long. got held up at work. wyd?

you: hey! it’s okay, and you wouldn’t believe me if i told you where i was lol

sunghoon ❄️: oh? 👀

you: i’m at a party. mina dragged me here

sunghoon ❄️: sounds about right haha are you having fun at least?

you: honestly? no. i wish you were here :(

sunghoon ❄️: i know, baby, but i’ll be home soon. just a few more days

you: 6 right?

sunghoon ❄️: that’s right 😄 so what time will you get home?

you: idk but i don’t plan on staying here much longer

sunghoon ❄️: okay well text me when you get home safe

you: i will

sunghoon ❄️: would you like to see some pics from my shoot yesterday? would those make you feel a bit better?

You knew they wouldn’t. They would just make you miss him even more and cause your heart to hurt more than it already did. But you told him yes anyways, because you knew how excited he got to show you his shoots. He took so much pride in his work—you did, too—but seeing his pictures now made you feel like a child being teased with candy they would never get. You didn’t want pictures. You wanted the real thing. You wanted to hold him in your arms and feel his heartbeat from beneath his chest. You wanted to press kisses against the moles on his pretty face.

sunghoon ❄️ sent 5 images

His seemingly flawless physique, dressed to the nines in themed outfits in front of a gray backdrop, made your heart sink. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, a familiar song started playing. It was one you had grown to love because it was a song that Sunghoon liked and played for you on one of your first dates. It wasn’t a love song in terms of the lyrics, but it had a bright vibe that Sunghoon liked and associated with you. So it became you guys’s song. And it was playing at a time when you missed him the most, giving you even more reason to want to go home.

Before you could notice and stop yourself, a tear dropped from the corner of your eye and down your cheek. You sniffled softly, shuffling through the pictures, admiring his beauty. The pictures were amazing, but they did little to quell the ache in your chest. The yearning you felt for him. So you locked your phone, wiped your cheek, and set out to find Mina to let her know you were going home.

Getting ready for bed with Sunghoon was one of your favorite parts of your day. You had a routine. You took your shower, then got everything ready for his. After he took his shower, he set out all of your skincare for you. You two brushed your teeth and did skincare together, sharing glances and smiles in the mirror before heading to bed. But without him, your night routine felt like a chore rather than something you looked forward to.

Nevertheless, you went through with a shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your skin care before slipping into bed. Your big, cold, empty bed. You sighed as you picked up your phone and texted Sunghoon again, letting him know you were going to sleep. He didn’t text back as soon as he usually did, so you figured he might have fallen asleep already. With a heavy heart, you held his pillow—which thankfully still smelt like him—in your arms and curled up to sleep.

You weren’t asleep for longer than an hour or two before you were awoken by a faint noise. In a groggy state, you looked up at the bedroom door, but it was closed and there was no sign of intrusion. You waited for another noise, but it never came, so you laid back down to sleep. As your eyes closed again, you heard another noise. The door was opening.

You shot up, turning on the lamp to get a better look at the intruder. Only it wasn’t an intruder.

“Sunghoon? You came home early?” your voice cracked from the lack of sleep and the tears you were choking back.

Your boyfriend set down his bags by the door, his silver hair tousled after he removed the hat he was wearing. He flashed an empathetic smile, the same smile that stole your heart over a year ago, “Yeah, the shoot I sent you was our last one. Our schedule went by quicker than they expected, so they sent us home. I was going to tell you, but I decided I wanted to surprise you.”

You maneuvered yourself to sit on your knees at the edge of the bed as he made his way to you. Honestly, you were upset he didn’t tell you he was coming home, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to get mad at him. He was here, and that’s all that mattered. You held out your arms for him, and he completed the embrace. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you against him as your arms circled his broad shoulders. You held him tighter than you ever had before, as if he would leave again if you let go.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” his voice was muffled into your shoulder.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re finally home,” you pulled away only to take his cheeks in your hands, getting a good look at the face you had only seen in pictures for the past month. It was so much better in person. Sunghoon leaned

forward, placing a tender kiss to your lips. It was supposed to be a quick, sweet kiss, one that let you know he was also glad to be home with you. But it quickly turned into a fervent, desperate exchange of unspoken words, detailing your need for each other.

His gentle hands on your waist became authoritative, moving you as he wanted. Your hand went from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, threading into the hair there—it was longer than you remembered. He hummed with satisfaction against your lips as his grip on your hips nudged you back. You took his cue, falling back onto the sheets as he tugged his hoodie over his lean frame along with his t-shirt. His chest was still slightly muscular, showing that he had still kept up his weekly work outs. You admired his physique like this, without the ornate and flamboyant outfits he was made to wear during his photoshoots.

Once he was stripped down to his underwear, he joined you on the bed, his knees in the space between your own. You were still sat up, your face level with his chest while your eyes looked up into his. His hands took the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it with your help as you raised your arms. In seconds, he was shyly smiling at the sight of your chest. He captured your lips in a fiery entanglement again as he carefully got you onto your back. His nimble fingers traveled over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake along your shoulders, breasts, stomach, before arriving at the hem of your shorts.

Your hands met his there, and you took it upon yourself to pull the garment off along with your underwear. Now you were bare for him, just waiting for him to make the next move. His eyes drank in your body, remembering all of the other times he had seen it. He still memorized all of the places that he had left marks before, but they were all gone. That was fine, though, because that just meant you were a blank canvas for him now. His fingertips skimmed over your knees, down your thighs, making you shiver, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive?”

You nodded, your breath quickening with anticipation.

“I know, it’s been too long,” he spoke softly as he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. You gasped into his mouth as his cold fingers traced the warm outline of your cunt, making your thighs press together. He easily pushed them apart again, getting closer to you as he dipped two of his fingers between your folds. You weren’t wet enough yet, but it wouldn’t take long for you to get there. His lips left yours, teeth tugging your lower lip before his nose nudged your own. Your shaky breaths fanned over his sly smile, “Did you miss me?”

You groaned before you could answer properly; his fingers found your clit, “Mhm.”

“Yeah? How much?”

“So much, Hoon,” you pouted, teary eyes meeting his dreamy ones, “Twenty five days is

way too long.”

“You counted?” he laughed, breaking his sultry exterior momentarily.

“Of course I did.”

“You’re cute,” he grinned, his canines flashing under his curved lips.

“Please don’t ever leave for that long again,” you begged, hands on his chest. He kissed your cheek sweetly.

“I hope I don’t have to. But if I do, maybe you could come with me,” he said, “Then we won’t have to wait so long for moments like this, yeah?”

As he spoke, his fingers slipped slowly into you. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your pillowy lips opened, and your body melted into the mattress. When his knuckles met your skin, he pulled them back and thrusted them in again, building a shallow pace. While he prepped you, he took in all the sounds you made for him. Each one inflated his ego a bit more. He loved knowing how good he made you feel.

He tried to ignore the pulsing erection in his boxers while he fingered you, distracting the both of you with kisses on your collarbones and neck. Panted breaths and small moans left your parted lips while your body writhed under his touch. You had been waiting for this for almost a month, several nights spent trying to pleasure yourself with the thought of him to unsatisfying results. You grew so accustomed to him that it felt like he was the only one who knew your body, even more so than yourself.

“Fuck,” you whined as his fingers seemed to reach even deeper than before, curling into your warmth, “Missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed against your ear, lips leaving searing sensations against it, “Did you use your toys for me?”

“Yes,” your voice felt strangled from how good his fingers felt between your legs. Your arousal was leaking out onto yours and his heated skin as well as the sheets underneath you, “Nothing felt as good as you.”

“You could’ve called me. Or FaceTimed me. I could’ve walked you through it,” he whispered, holding back a smirk when he pulled his fingers out of you and you whimpered.

“No, that would’ve just made me feel worse. I wanted you to touch me,” you said, watching with half-lidded eyes as he finally tugged off his boxers. His large hand wrapped around his length, feeling the blood rushing to it as he looked at you, laying in front of him with your spread legs and heaving breasts. Like you, he was aching for him to be inside of you. He reminded you about protection, and you swore you had never moved so fast before. You leaned over towards his of the bed, quickly pulling open the drawer and fishing for the box of Durexs he kept in there. He watched in amusement, lazily pumping his cock while you opened and unfurled a condom wrapper for him.

In just a minute he was sheathed in the rubber, using his hand to stroke the head of his cock between your wet lips. You were practically mewling for him, legs restless on either side of him as you begged him to fuck you. His eyes stayed trained on your cunt where every inch of him disappeared into you. He let out a low growl, head falling back in pleasure as he bottomed out. His breath wavered when you clenched around him, hips bucking up against his own. You needed him to move, you couldn’t take this anymore.

“Hoon, please,” you cried, hands grabbing at his toned arms. Your fingertips dug into his pale flesh, leaving bright white prints in his skin. He nodded, letting you know he heard you. Honestly, he just needed a moment to take it all in. Your heat. Your twitching. Your essence. It was almost too much for him already, and he had just started.

Sweat was beading at the edge of his hairline and on his back as he started a slow, sensual pace. Your grip on his forearm never lessened as he thrusted in and out of you, his breath ghosting over your chest as his head hung in front of you. His hands buried themselves in the sheets beside you, twisting the fabric between his knuckles as he grounded himself between your thighs. Your skin felt slick against his as you pulled him unbelievably closer.

You kissed his collarbones, taking in the sweet smell of his cologne. It smelled so much better on his skin than it did on his pillowcase. You hummed as you took in the fragrance, skimming your nose along his neck. You felt him tense under your fingers; you were tickling him. You smiled into the divot just below his neck, but a moan disrupted you when he jerked his hips a little forcefully into yours.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, leaning into you. You felt his soft lips on your clavicle before his sharp teeth pinched it, teasing you. His lips traveled to the other side of your neck, kissing up to your jaw, then your cheek, “You’re so pretty when you’re under me, you know that?”

You groaned in response, feeling yourself growing wetter. You could hear it too, and so could Sunghoon. With every rhythmic sway, his cock caused your pussy to squelch, your juices flowing out and onto him. You knew your sheets were soiled now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You just wanted him to make you cum, to hell with anything else.

“You still with me, gorgeous?” he asked, hand

reaching up to caress your cheek. He pulled back to look you in the eyes. His dark brown eyes softened when they met your lust-filled irises. Your head indolently nodded in affirmation, a small smile on your lips.

“Did I fuck you dumb?” he joked, relentlessly pounding into you. His pace was getting sloppy and erratic as he felt himself getting closer to release.

“Wanna cum,” you muttered. Despite how desperately you wanted to orgasm, you could feel your body slowly losing energy. Sunghoon always teased you for being a pillow princess because he was usually the one putting in the work while you took whatever he gave you. It was times like this that solidified that, not that either of you minded. It was just your dynamic, and you both liked it this way.

“You will, baby, don’t worry.”

Almost instantly he was pressing his lips to yours, his soft tongue massaging your own while his thrusts became deeper, deliberate. The sound of his and your bated breaths mixed with the smacking of your skin and filled the silent room. His name left your mouth in a whine, and your back arched when you felt him cum into the condom inside of you.

He sat back on his knees, his thighs pressed up against the back of yours as he ground into your center with purpose. He groaned when you clenched around him again, and he realized you still needed to cum. So after a few seconds of recuperating, he shallowly thrusted again, his cock nudging your slick, pulsing walls.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his veiny hand snaking up to the side of your neck. His thumb caressed the column of your throat as his eyes bored into your own, “Wanna cum on my dick? Tongue? Fingers? Speak to me.”

“Don’t care,” you shook your head and spoke exasperatedly, “Just wanna cum.”

He laughed softly, biting his lip as he watched you dumbly hump him. You whimpered and moaned, hips rutting against him until you felt a tense sensation traveling to your lower stomach. It swelled in your womb and more of your essence flowed as you came, his thrusts keeping a steady pace. It was all you needed to finish, and you were left with spasming thighs and a tender cunt as you became limp underneath him.

Your body felt as if it was buzzing in the aftermath. Sunghoon’s body ached and trickled with sweat; it built up a little on his cupid’s bow and slipped down his temples onto his cheek. Your own skin was covered in a slick film of perspiration, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from kissing it wherever he could reach.

You felt empty as he pulled out of you and left to dispose of the used condom. He returned with a washcloth to help clean you up, and then he lied beside you. Instantly, you were cuddling into his side, and he was welcoming your embrace. He praised you for being so good for him and apologized again for keeping you waiting for him for so long.

“It’s fine, I understand that it’s your job to travel. I just get lonely here without you,” you said, cheek pressed against his ribcage as your fingertips skated slowly over the expanse of his bare chest. It tickled a bit, but Sunghoon let you do it because he knew it relaxed you.

“Yeah, it was lonely in my little suite without you too. I missed our Friday dates,” you smiled through a yawn, and your boyfriend chuckled, “And on that note, I think we should get some sleep.”

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[the1975attheirverybest]

I know you've seen the boys a while ago you said you had couple of interactions with Matty can uou talk about it more? 🤎

Sure!!

It was the Baltimore show where I was at the very front / second row in the pit. So basically I could see him and he could see me. We were on Ross’s side (and I waved at him and he smiled when he saw me freak out lmao, what a dickhead). So I had the perfect view of Matty and Ross but not Adam or George :( saw Adam a tiny bit. George, all the way in the back, wasn’t too close to us.

BUT Matty was VERY fun and he interacted with our group and the general front few rows a bunch. Some of the interactions even made it on TikTok. He even said that the Baltimore show was the best they’d done so far. And I genuinely think that it’s mostly cuz we didn’t all have our phones out and stuff. Like some people took pics and short videos here and there, but for the most part, the front of the pit was just people dancing and vibing. So he danced with us and interacted with a lot of us and had a lot of fun.

Like, for example, he made fun of our dancing. And, during TOOTIME, I was kind of subconsciously doing the counting hand motion at “I only called one time; maybe it was two times…etc.” and he started mimicking me and laughing. At first I was like there’s no way that’s directed at ME? So I started looking around like an idiot and he found that hilarious. At one point I blew him a kiss and he blew one baccckkkkkk 🥹🥹🥹 (but then also blew tons of kisses for everyone else as well so it wasn’t JUST ME) I lost my mind.

During “Too Shy” he was dancing and looking at me, so any time he got to “maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes” I’d gesture for him to take his shirt off. Cuz he would do the thing where he’d play with it/ lift it a bit and you can see his tummy. So I kept being like “just take it off” and singing the lyric at him. He looked me dead in the eyes and said no. At that point I’d gotten over my “OH MY GOD MATTY HEALY IS LOOKING AT ME?!!!” And just rolled my eyes and gave him the finger. Which, again, he found really funny. He laughed and did a little dramatic bow before making his way to the other side.

There are a lot of little moments like that where it felt like he appreciated the audience’s attention and wanted to reciprocate. The girl next to me made heart signs at him whenever he looked in our direction and he mouthed to her “love you too” the girl in front of me had the sign that read “democracy is stupid” and he read it and said “that’s a quote of mine” (she actually had the sign cuz on the other side it there was more where she would force him to pick a song to sing. Like her point was “since you think democracy is stupid you don’t get a choice. You have to pick a song”) kinda, but he didn’t seem to understand the point. He read the first side of the sign, started ranting to explain why “democracy is stupid,” got distracted by some tangent, and never looked at the sign again HAHA.

My friend also had her hand up while dancing and he kind of mimicked her and started flailing around. He just basically enjoys roasting his fans. If he thinks someone dances kinda funny he’ll make fun of them. But it’s okay cuz he’s a sweetheart and he’s so hot and when they did 28 I think I forgot to breathe.

Oh man. Best night of my fuckin life :( I miss him. I miss them all.

[tnsophiaonly]

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Chapter 1:

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞♥︎ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢'𝐝 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞r

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Trigger warning.

Ft. OC's

Timeline: before in-game events

Pt. 2

Chapter 2:

Caught ya!

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Ping!

Name: Hikari

Status: Acquaintance

Opinion: [redacted]

Hikari has a short black hair with white tips at the end. White skin tone. Blue crystal eyes

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The teacher just stared at you irritated. You're not his type but he had to put up an act you know? But then you said no, which made it worse. Then you started crying. Seriously how worse can you get?

The male teacher forced a smile, "Now now dear, stop crying~ it doesn't fit your beautiful face y'know?~" he cringed at the nickname he called you.

Then you started smiling. It was as if nothing happened, it was so unrealistic. But this isn't real so why not?

"haha." You said dryly. It was getting more awkward. You could just die.

But ofcourse, if you were gonna be a vermin in their eyes, you will stay by them to keep them annoyed! Apart of you wishes to be no burden, but that's ignored. It needs to be ignored.

Then an unrealistic time skip happened, woah, now it's cleaning time! You wished it was this fast in real life, but you're no longer in school anyways.

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You were gonna leave now when you heard the teacher ask for a black haired chick to stay after class, because he wanted to *discuss* some things with her.

You wanted to stay. But instincts said that you wait if he does any red flags to her then you come in. But you wanted to-

"Hey weird girl!" A cheery male voice was heard, followed by an irritated male voice "Shut up, Tadahiro!"

I glanced behind me with a fake smile, a smile that makes everyone back off. But they knew better.

"S-sorry Tadanori!" The one who called out for you with Saturated Blue Hair with pretty pink eyes, Tadahiro. 'Who are these people..?' you thought quietly, they weren't in the story line. Did you change things..? No... Please...

Tadanori. With Saturated Darker Blue hair with dull green eyes. Who was at least 7cm taller than (don't ask how) Tadahiro. (Ff: Tadahiro is 175cm tall/5'9ft)

"Who are you guys?" You asked the two identical people, you didn't call them twins yet, what if they weren't?

"I knew it! See Tadanori, she isn't what she was earlier!" Tadahiro sounded... excited? You cocked your head to the side as a sign of confusion

You could hear a tsk from Tadanori. As he averted his gaze from you and Tadahiro.

Then your realization hit you like a brick and your realized yoú didn't put up your act and your supposed to be tone at them. You were supposed to be childish, devious (Deez nuts), cunning-

"Tadahiro! But pleaseee call me Hiro!!" He ran up to you, and expected a hug. Then stopped midway, oh.

You were strangers

"Ahaha, sorry about that..." He quickly apologized, "Tadanori, address me as me Nori." Nori spoke and swiftly walked away

"Oh yeah! What's your name? I forgot your name even tho we've been like- classmates for soo long!" Hiro asked. Something felt wrong but you just moved with the groove.

"(name).." there was no point in even hiding your true self if it's exposed already, but you shouldn't have given up yet.

"Great! How about we meet up at the music club after cleaning time?" He suggested, "Great I'll meet you there!" He said and ran off completely not even making me answer. It was a demand.

Just after that you heard a "Let me go!" then muffled after, oh no. I quickly glanced at the glass windows, seeing that teacher touching the MC or Hikari so inappropriately. Worse that he was about to kiss her and she was a crying mess.

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TW!!! APPLIED PXDXPHILLIA AND NSFW THEMES. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR SKIP.

Then he kissed her, went for her collarbone and started nipping on her neck. Hikari was squirming, bawling her eyes out, desperate for help, I ran at the door only to turn pale just to see it locked. You were banging at the door.

LET GO, LET GO, LET GO. I'LL KILL YOU I SWEAR- those phrases were swirling in your mind.

At least it distracted him from going further and went forward to the door. And was about to check who it was. Only to see nothing.

Then he went back to her, whispered something then let her go. She quickly ran away from him. Little do any of them know.

Someone from the window, was recording everything. ahahaha. evidence.

You quickly hid your phone when you heard footsteps coming and stole a broom from someone nearby and started brushing.

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Clean time was over, so quickly, but you were busy thinking if you should go and meet with Hiro. You were... kind of doubting the boy.

Not really kind of, you really were doubting the boy.

With the weird way he asked you to meet him, correction demand. At the music club. Isn't the music club losing its members? He must be u- wait you're overthinking again.

Just go with the flow.

Do it now.

Regret onwards.

I went to the music club, and Hiro was actually waiting for you? then he glanced at you and quickly went forward. Held your hand,.

"I knew you were gonna come!!! Ahahah!" He predicted? No your overthinking things.

"What did you want me to meet you for?"

"Obviously, for you to join the cl- for me to learn more about you and you learn about me! Let's learn about me first, let's get inside the clubroom and check out those instruments! I'll tell you how they work!"

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Club time was already done and Hiro still hasn't shut up. He's forcing you to do instruments even though it's clear as the sky that you were not interested/good at it.

You played wonderfully awful. You cringed at yourself and felt like digging up a hole and rot there. Seriously why is he so pestering, he's like, putting you in a tight position, where you cannot answer neither or either.

But only one.

"Your so awful at this! You need to be good at this to at least be capable of joini- I mean- capable of playing wonderfully!" Hiro said in a really concerned tone.

"Look, i'm not interested/good at this. Please let me go-" "I'll help youuuu!!!" He cuts you off.

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You spent the whole after school learning about the basics of (instrument).

"Tadahir-" you snapped your head to the boy clearly annoyed that you were forced to play something you didn't wanna play but was cut off "Hiro. What do you need?" He asked sweetly.

"Hiro... Yeah... Well, can i just practice this tomorrow? It's kind of lat-" "How about you come over to my place! Great! Come with me!" He did it again, he asked a question without needing an answer, it was another demand from him.

He grabbed your hand harshly and tightly, you shoved his hand off.

"Stop going and deciding things for me. I already told you it's late." It was futile. He took your hand yet again. And walked out to see Nori outside on the verge of snapping.

"What the hell took you so long Tadahiro?! You want me to keep on waiting for you till Christmas?! Hell no! It's 7PM/19:08 goddamnit..!" Nori snapped and boy he was really scary, like literally, his voice was so loud it echoed throughout the halls.

"And you! You could have at least tell him to fuck off!" He scolded you too, and damn he was harsher on you.

He shoved Hiro's grip on your wrists that left a mark and pushed you, falling on the floor with a thud.

Your instincts are too glare at the man with hatred. And Nori took Hiro away. Hiro didn't even glance at you nor tried to help you out.

You stood up and dusted off your clothes and walked to the other exit. You heard them arguing outside.

"Tadanori, I swear I just wanted to-" Hiro tried reasoning with the angry angwy man

"Tadahiro! Stop it! You were spending too much time with that weird woman!" Nori quickly cuts his sentence off and pointed a finger at him in an offensive way.

"Why do you care so much Tadanori?!?!" Hiro fought back, he was also angry now

"Because I'm your brother?!" Silence.

"I just wanted a new member at the club! I had a bet with him!" Hiro was exposed

"This is your prideful problems! You know that he's a literal threat! And the fact that your also talking to Hikari makes this worser than it' should've been."

"She was the one that talked to me firsttt!!"

They continued arguing.

"You! What the hell are you watching for?!" Oopsies, Nori caught you red handed!

"Oh I don't know, I was to about to pass by then I saw you guys arguing. I'll get going now." You were about to escape when—

Hiro quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you any further, he looked rather tense, worried?

Nori was caught off guard by his brother's actions and was about to do something when..

"h.. hey? Hey-! I- whatever you heard earlier about me mentioning of wanting you as a member- please forget forget about it! I'll- I'll do anything- if he finds out I was forcing people to be a member i-" Hiro was about to cry and dropped on his knees.

You being you, didn't really know how to react, I mean you don't even know what's going on. But apart of you thinks something else....

"Uhm... I guess so? I'll forget about it sooner or later either way." You replied and Hiro felt like every hope was within him. He was delighted, he hugged your leg (ps. If you don't have legs, just think that the game regrow it for you /dedicated for the Walmart ones out there 😔🤟).

"thank you thank you thank you thank you-!" He was chanting gratitude, geez what's up with the he they are talking about to make him act like this?

Hiro wouldn't get off your legs and Nori had to drag him away, —much to Hiro's dismay— "I'll see you tomorrow~!" Hiro said so giddily and excitedly.

You just stared in silence, what the heck is going on?

You flinched tensely out of nowhere, you looked around searching to see if someone else was left, then you thought it was best for you to just leave and go to your so called home.

She just stared at you run away, did she scare you? She apologizes. She didn't mean that. She just wanted to see her saviour earlier, to admire her from afar.

Guess someone else admired you huh? Ofcourse who wouldn't-

Oh, it's already late,too late in fact. She needs to go home.

(the color of the text matters btw! And I wonder, who is the he they're talking about, and why are the twins so scared of him? Clue: A member at the Literature Club!)

Also, what will you do tomorrow? Apparently Hiro asks you to hang-out with him today but Hikari reminds you that you guys have a project tomorrow! Who/What will you choose? Vote in comments!

Hang out with Tadahiro.

Do the Project with Hikari.

A character trait you stole! (Politeness, I mean anyone is, I just can't think of any characters that are polite.. only makoto came in mind)

#yandere genshin #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader #original #fanfic #female reader #yandere #yandere x reader #idk anymore #idk man #i need help #reader #x reader #character x reader

[linagram]

linagram season 3 announcement!

hi hi everyone! thank you so much for waiting! i'm glad to say that linagram season 3 is finally starting!! this post will contain a short summary of season 2 that you can read in case you forgot anything or if you don't know much about linagram but still want to participate and a list of everything you can expect from season 3 (things like voice dramas, interrogations, you get it).

you can read about the first season here.

linagram has (or more like.. used to have) two guards and ten prisoners. the guards' names are (last name, first name order) sanada eiji and andou miki. the prisoners' names are miyagawa akio, hanasaki aimi, ishizu shun, chiba naomi, sanada kei (yes, him and eiji are brothers), yoshioka eiko, yano asahi (who is actually miki's brother), maruyama yurika, kuroki riku and himura reina.

however, season 2 was.. quite intense. because of an injury that happened because the prisoners were somehow able to touch him (and it later turned out to be a punishment for not being a "good guard") sanada eiji had to take a break from being a guard, so the new guard came to take his place- ah, but not, like, completely replace him! he's just here to help miki so that she doesn't feel too lonely, haha..

anyway, i hope you will greet the third guard of the milgram prison, kuroki hinode (riku's older brother), with open arms.

the trial results were much more polarizing than the season 1 results too.

if season 1 ended with seven innocent prisoners and three guilty ones, season 2 ended with five innocent prisoners and five guilty ones. (though to be more specific, one of them actually got a 50/50 verdict, so in the end we went with her canon trial 2 verdict: guilty).

the five innocent prisoners are miyagawa akio, hanasaki aimi, sanada kei, yano asahi and himura reina.

the five guilty prisoners are ishizu shun, chiba naomi, yoshioka eiko, maruyama yurika and kuroki riku.

a lot happened after the trial too. since sanada eiji, who was responsible for punishing the guilty prisoners, got injured, it was kuroki hinode's responsibility to come up with a new punishment. he decided to go with something that the guards simply call a "memory machine": a small device that they can use to "steal" the prisoner's memories. they can take any memories they like and they can give them back whenever they want. i sure wonder how that went..

the prisoners also got some presents in the christmas special and uh.. this may sound weird, but i think you should pay attention to those presents more. they are actually kind of important.

one prisoner even found out that her parents are most likely associated with milgram and they may even be responsible for all of this.. how scary..

but oh well! that's all for season 2!

now, let's take a look at what awaits us in season 3.

i know that it would most likely be better to post a schedule and i know that people can miss something but. i find schedules too stressful, because my life is just. like that and i'm afraid i won't be able to follow it. (i know i can just queue stuff or something but the tumblr queue has failed me before. i do not trust it)

but if you need to know when you can expect an update, i try to post stuff weekly or at least once in two weeks.

i use tumblr polls and everyone's trials last a week simply because 1) i am impatient and 2) i just think that's enough.

the prisoners' voice dramas usually get posted once in a week (but there may be exceptions) and each pair's interrogation usually gets posted a week after the both prisoners' voice dramas. (all interrogations have already been written) each voice drama also includes the prisoner's music video description and a poll.

anyway, this is how season 3 will go!

- linagram season 3 albums info (album covers, original song titles, cover songs, album trailer + song trailer voicelines)

- linagram season 3 designs info (this time we're going without the character profiles, apologies for that. instead of that, i will simply put all designs in one post and talk about them a little bit. hopefully i can show how the characters have changed through their designs and the voice dramas.)

- pre-t3 voice drama #01 (the linagram verdict system will be explained. i've made a poll earlier and asked if people would prefer the verdict system to be revealed or to stay a mystery and the first option won)

- pre-t3 voice drama #02 (this one is the usual discussion of the previous trial's verdicts and how they have affected the prisoners)

- miyagawa akio's trial

- hanasaki aimi's trial

- akio and aimi's interrogation

- ishizu shun's trial

- chiba naomi's trial

- shun and naomi's interrogation

- sanada kei's trial

- yoshioka eiko's trial

- kei and eiko's interrogation

- yano asahi's trial

- maruyama yurika's trial

- asahi and yurika's interrogation

- kuroki riku's trial

- himura reina's trial

- riku and reina's interrogation

- the end of the third trial voice drama

- [REDACTED]

-[REDACTED]

anyway yeah, that's it! please be careful with your verdicts everyone. this is the last trial after all.

(and no, voting them all innocent won't make it any better... sorry </3)

#WE'RE FINALLY DOING THISSSSSSSS #i've finished setting up most of the posts so i think we should be good 👍 #about the albums info: it will most likely be posted next week probably on tuesday or monday #but yeah im very excited :) working on s3 was very tiring but i did have fun with some vds and mvs #📱linagram timeline 📱 #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

[lexiepoch]

Natasha Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Can someone turn the sun off please?"

Word Count: 2320

Note: I forgot I had this in one of my folders on my phone, like completely forgot about it haha. Hope you enjoy

Translations:

khoroshava devochka= good girl

Detka= baby

Milashka= cutie

Lyubov= love

Prekrasnyy/krasivaya= beautiful

Kukla=doll

Podruga= girlfriend

It was quite late. So late that even you, a girl who loves late nights, was extremely tired. Not that you would admit that to anybody though. The party thrown by Stark had ended hours ago, but the Avengers-only after-party was just coming to a close. "Y/N, my love, it's time for bed." says your girlfriend, Natasha, as you finish off your tenth martini of the night.

"But Nat! I don't want to go to bed yet!" you say, clearly heavily intoxicated, as you signal the bartender for another one.

"Y/N, it is nearly four o'clock in the morning. You are clearly drunk off your ass, and I would wager you probably couldn't even stand up without falling over. It's bedtime, prekrasnyy." she says, motioning to the bartender that you're cut off before picking you up off the stool you're perched on.

"Widow! Why are you ruining all her fun?!" jokes James Rhodes, chuckling as you fuss in your girlfriends grasp.

"She's tired, I'm tired and she's drunk off her ass. I'm taking the initiative to put her to bed. This is why we don't leave her around alcohol unsupervised. But, we do get to take  care of her cute hungover self in the morning." says your girlfriend, bouncing you in her arms like a toddler to keep you occupied while she wishes the group goodnight.

"Have a good night, Nat. Good luck with her." calls Stark as she carries you up the stairs to her bedroom.

When she gets to her room, she kicks the door shut behind the pair of you and lays you down on the bed. She quickly gets changed and gets clothes out to help you change into. She gently starts to unbutton your blouse and tug it out of your dress pants. "Natty! I don't want to go to sleep!" you whine as she pulls you blouse off your shoulders.

"Y/N, baby, you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Be a khoroshava devochka for me and let me get you changed for bed okay?" she says, popping your bra off with a skilled hand. In your drunk state, you shyly cover up your breasts. "Oh detka, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen them before, you silly girl." she teases, pulling a large shirt over your head. You shyly remove your arms from blocking your chest from her sight to quickly slide them through the arm holes of the shirt. "Do you wanna do your pants or do you want Natty to help, detka?" she asks, taking your hands in hers to rub the backs of your palms with her thumbs.

"Can Natty help?" you ask, trying to cuddle into your girlfriends chest.

"Of course I can bubba. Can you lay back so Natty can get to your belt? I promise we can cuddle after." You whine, but do as she asks and lay back on the bed. "Khoroshava devochka. I'm just gonna take your belt off first, okay lyubov?" You hum in agreement. Once you're changed into the pajama shorts Natasha got out for you, she gets off the bed and heads to turn the light off.

~Time Skip~ * The Next Morning, 10 a.m.*

You stumble into the main room, still dressed in your pajamas. "Good morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" teases Stark. You flip him off before laying face down on the couch. "I'm gonna take that as not too great. Anything we can do to help you feel any better, kiddo?"

"Can someone turn the sun off please?" you ask, voice muffled by the couch.

"Sorry Y/N. That is not something under our control. C'mon you, sit up. I'll go get you some breakfast. Toast sound good?" asks Steve, helping you sit up on the couch by quite literally picking you up from laying and sitting you back on the couch.

"Yes please Stevie. Thank you." You mumble, placing your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

You hear him walk away to the kitchen and feel Stark sit beside you on the couch. "This, my dear, is why we don't leave you unsupervised at the bar." he teases, ruffling your hair. You bat at him, not liking your hair touched by anyone other than your girlfriend. He gets up and leaves just as your girlfriends footsteps enter the room.

"Good morning my little milashka. Head not feeling to good krasivaya?" she says. You feel her crouch down in front of you. You shake your head, whining slightly.

"Romanoff, I thought I asked you to stop using Russian around the compound?" says Stark.  

"Stark, I am talking to my girlfriend. I am using terms of endearment in my mother tongue. She likes it, actually prefers it to English endearments. Steve gone to get you some breakfast?" She says to Stark before turning back to you. You nod your head this time, breathing deeply. "Feeling sick?"

"Yeah. Stevie! Put that toast on hold please. I think I might throw up if I eat anything right now." You call to the blond man in the kitchen.

"Okay kiddo. Take care of yourself today. I'm going down to the gym for a while." he says, coming back into the main room.

"Thanks Steve. I'll take care of her, don't worry. She's in much better hands than her own." says Nat, stroking your cheek with her hand.

"Oh alright. You're right, she doesn't take very good care of herself, does she?"

"Oh fuck off you pair. Just cause I don't know my alcohol limits doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I did just fine in college." you complain, flipping the pair of them off.

Natasha chuckles at that. "Detka, when I first saw you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent you were skinny as a rail. I swear you might not have even tipped the scales at a hundred pounds soaking wet in jeans. Don't you remember that?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Suddenly you lurch off the couch running for the closest bathroom. Crashing to your knees, you puke up all of your stomach contents from the night before. "Oh prekrasnyy. That's it, kukla. Get it all up, Y/N." she coos, rubbing your back. When you're finished, you stand up and rinse your mouth out a the sink before wiping your face off with toilet paper.

"Okay, I think I'm good to try and eat something now." you mumble to yourself, walking to the stairs. You bounce up them, heading towards your bedroom to get changed. When you return to the kitchen you're wearing skinny jeans and a top of Natasha's.

"That is my shirt, krasivaya. But, it sure looks cute with those jeans." says your girlfriend, rubbing her hands up and down your sides, sending chills down your spine at the feeling.

"That's why I borrowed it, babes. Hope you don't mind. And stop that! You know it tickles me!" you say, leaning back to peck her lips. She laughs, dropping her hands to hold onto your hips.

"I don't mind my lyubov. That's why I do it, silly! I love to hear your little giggles and see your happy little grin. And so does everybody else!" she teases, leaning down to rest her head on your shoulder. You push the lever on the toaster down and begin to wait for your plain breakfast to be surrendered.

"Did I do any thing silly last night?" you ask, turning to face your girlfriend.

A smirk arrises on her lips and she begins to chuckle slightly. "Well, when I was helping you get changed you decided even though we've been dating for over a year I couldn't see your tits. It was really cute." she says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the countertop.

"Nat!" you squeak, grabbing onto her shoulders to balance yourself.

"What detka? Can't I lift my podruga up onto the counter top and give her a kiss?" she says, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on your lips. You give in and kiss her back. That one simple kiss turns into a light makeout session. When the toast pops up behind your back, both of you jump, having forgotten about it. "Time for breakfast, lyubov." she says, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off the kitchen counter to stand back on your feet. You whine when she pulls away from kissing you and begin to pout as she sets you back on the floor. "Go sit in the living room, kukla. I'll bring your toast out in a minute along with a drink." she says, tapping your ass while pushing you towards the main room.

As you walk into the main room, you see that the couch you were laying on earlier is still empty. Looking around to ensure that the coast is clear of Steve Rogers, you flop face first onto the cushions again. "Good morning Y/N." Calls Rhodey's voice from your left.

"Mornin' Rhodes." you mumble into the couch.

"Tired kid?" he says sarcastically.

"No shit I'm tired Rhodey. I'm hungover and I've got a pounding headache. Leave me the fuck alone." you grumble.

"Now now prekrasnyy that's no way to speak to James." says Nats voice as she comes into the living room. She pats the back of your thigh with a firm hand. "Up you get, dorogoy. Time to eat, moya lyubov. Don't make me make Barnes pick you up Y/N." she warns, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"What?! Why am I being dragged into this?!" asks Bucky, confused.

"Because my hands are full and she likes you best other than me." replies your girlfriend sassily. You giggle into the couch but don't move your postion. "Y/N. Last chance kotenok. Get your cute little ass up." She warns, voice becoming firmer.

Begrudgingly you sit yourself up and pull your legs onto the cushion and sit cross-legged. "Alright, gimme the food." you grumble, rolling your eyes.

"Khoroshava devochka. Here you go, moya lyubov." says Nat, winking at you as she hands you a small plate with a piece of buttered toast and a glass of water.

"Seriously Nat? Water? I hate water! You know I hate plain water!" you complain, making a displeased face at your girlfriend.

"Poor baby. You need to hydrate and strong flavours are off the table for the day. Drink up dorogoy." she says, patting your head like a child.

You set the glass on the floor in front of the couch and sit up against the back of the couch. "I'm not drinking it." you say stubbornly, looking up at your girlfriend frowning.

"Well that's all your having today Y/N. You either drink it of your own free will or I pour it down your throat and force you to drink it. Your choice kukla." she says, hands on her hips.

"I'm not drinking it Natty! It's digusting! I don't like it!" you whine, crossing your arms.

"You know what? Eat your toast and meet me in my bedroom when your finished." she says sternly before leaving the room.

"You're in deep shit now Y/N. Widows mad at you." says Rhodey.

"Yeah no shit James. She should know that I don't like to drink water plain."

"What's going on? Why is Natasha stalking down the hall looking really pissed off?" says Bruce coming into the room as you take a bite out of your breakfast.

Everyone in the room points at you and you roll your eyes in return. When you finish chewing and swallow your food, you answer his question. "Well Nat decided to give me a glass of plain water knowing full well I hate drinking plain water. And I may have argued with her."

"Oh shit. Y/N, she's trying to take care of you. She does know but it's better to have plain food and drinks when you're hungover, especially if you've thrown up." says Bruce, coming to sit next to you.

"I know. It's just absolutely disgusting, Bruce. That shit makes me gag. She knows that." you mumble, taking another bite of your toast. When you finish your food you take your plate to the kitchen and drop it in the sink before slinking to your girlfriends bedroom. You knock on the door softly. "Can I come in Natty?" you ask softly.

"Yeah detka, come on in." she calls back. You open the door slowly and see her on the bed with something behind her back. "Come sit, prekrasnyy. I need to talk to you, lyubov." she says gently, clearly calmer now. You shut the door behind you and move to sit cross-legged on the corner of the bed. "Now, I know you don't like the taste of plain water detka. But was there any reason you had to react the way you did?" she asks gently. You shake your head, knowing that your reaction was a little over the top. "Exactly. I had an idea. If you drink this whole bottle of plain water today before dinner time, you can bottom tonight, I'll tie you up and we will use a couple of your favourite toys. Do we have a deal kotenok?" she proposes, pulling out a large Yeti bottle from behind her back.

"Deal! Definite deal!" you say, grabbing the bottle from her hands.

"That's what I thought you would say. Khoroshava devochka." she praises as you take a large sip out out of the bottle. As you swallow you make a face of disgust, causing Nat to let out a little giggle. "God, you're adorable Y/N." she says, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you towards her. "Let's cuddle for a bit, my little cutie. I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Natty." you mumble, cuddling into her.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha fanfic #natasha fluff

[microwave-core]

Quick Confections

Nemona x Fem! Reader

Happy Valentines. Nemona finally gets to realize she has feelings, even if your still as dense as ever.

“Haha! That was incredible! You really knocked me flat!” Nemona clasps her hand on your shoulder, eyes brimming with pride. Despite having lost the battle, she seemed to be happier than you. 

“I thought for sure me and Pawmot had you at the end, you know, but I guess anything can happen when you're down to the wire like that.” She catches her breath while wiping her brow.

“ I just got lucky, that's all. If I didn’t get a crit on the Goodra, you probably would have won.” You’ve really gotten better at battling since Nemona started helping you out, but it still felt odd to think that you could now stand toe to toe with her and come out on top.

“Aww, don’t say that! You gave it everything you got and so did I!” She takes your hands in hers, holding them between you. Her smile is nothing short of dazzling. “Besides, I don’t mind losing now and then. What matters is that we had fun, yeah?” She lets go of your hands (you can’t help but lament the loss of skin-to-skin contact) to reach into her bag. 

“Here, I’ve got enough potions and revives to get your team up on your feet… Oh shoot! I completely forgot!” Panic flashes over her face. “What is it? Did, uh, something happen?” You want to be grounded and helpful, but the look on her face makes your heart sink.

“Ah, well, it’s, uh, funny actually, haha…” She’s… nervous? Maybe anxious would be a better word to describe her, given how one of her hands is rubbing the back of her neck and the other is fidgeting with her bag strap, and how her eyes seem to run over everything in the immediate vicinity, bar yourself.

“You see, I was, uh, going to do something after our fight, but I was so lost in the moment that it slipped my mind.” Nemona’s become uncharacteristically bashful. She begins to rummage through her bag again, albeit much more gently.

“I thought about doing this after winning, but it will still work (I hope).” She mutters the last part under her breath. “Is everything alright, Nemona? You seem, uh, pretty nervous.” Your reassurance likely falls on deaf ears considering how you sound more anxious than she does.

“Yeah, just hold your hands out for a second.” You do as she asks, resisting the urge to wipe the mounting sweat off your hands. Hopefully she won’t notice how clammy you’ve gotten. 

She places a heart-shaped box in your hands, held together with an intricately wrapped pink ribbon. “Nemona? Are you…?”

“Yeah, I, uh… I really like you! And I have for a long time but I didn’t really know it. It’s funny, really, my friends have been bothering me about having a crush on you for the longest time but I had no idea what they were talking about until recently, haha…” Her rambling doesn’t register in your mind, too distracted by the blood pounding in your ears to understand what she’s saying, much less respond.

“Hey! It’s, uh, okay if you don’t like me back! I mean, we can still be friends, right? We can still hang out and battle and, and all the other things we do. Please don’t tell me I’ve made things awkward…” She trails off near the end.

“No…” Your voice is equally as small as hers. She’s looking at you expectedly, hopefully, as you desperately search for the right words. “I, uh, like you, too.” “Wait, really?” “Uh, I think?” Her face is brighter than the sun itself, but there’s an underlying hint of confusion.

“Heh, it’s funny. I didn’t realize that I really liked you until now.” In retrospect, it all made sense. Why your heart jumped when you would see her, why you loved the times she would touch you and feel slightly dejected when she moved away, why you ate up her praise during battles, why there was a slight twinge in your heart when she spent a ton of time with other people… Yeah, it totally made sense. Man, were you really this oblivious? 

“Aww! You have no idea how happy you make me!” She brings you into a tight hug, one you can’t really return due to the box in your hands. You can, however, fully lean into her body. “I was terrified that you wouldn’t like me anymore after this. I mean, you're really sweet and kind so you probably wouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend.” She, unfortunately, lets go of you.

“So you waited until valentines to ask me out?” “Yeah, it worked out pretty well, especially if it means you’d like to be my girlfriend?” “...Yeah, I’d like that.” Her face is so soft, so sweet, and yours is the same. Anyone who walked by you two in the moment would probably gag like a small child from the sheer lovey-doveyness.

“So… What’s inside?” You redirect your attention to the box in your hands. You thought it was store bought, at first, but the heart-shape had some indents and ridges, and the bow seemed way too intricate to have been manufactured.

“It’s chocolate! I made them myself, actually. I didn’t realize that I didn’t know your favorite flavor until I was already in the store. My friend, he’s really into cooking, asked what type you liked and I just kinda looked at him like ‘I don’t know, haha’ so we decided to make a few different types just in case!”

Arceus above, how a girl so sweet ever decided to give you of all people the time of day is a complete mystery, but you weren’t complaining.

“Alright, then, come on!” “Wait, where are we going?” You almost fumble the box, crushing it slightly in order to put it into your bag. “On a date, where else?” She grabs your hand and starts dragging you along behind her.

“There’s a huge valentine’s display in Mesagoza, and if we run we can still enjoy the whole thing before the sun goes down!” 

#pokemon x reader #nemona x reader #fem reader #happy valentines bitches #very brief arven mention #nemona probably had to bride him to help her out woop

[ur-momz-left-nut]

SIOMON LOBOTOMY AU (spinoff fanfic) (Pt 2: Betty's Lab)

"Good morning, princess," Simon said as his eyes flicked open.

"I like it when you call me that."Betty smiled while extending her body to the lengths of the couch.

Simon turned to his other side so that he was now facing Betty. Betty lifted a hand and caressed his cheek, eventually leading to his messy bed head, kneeding through his knots gently. Betty sat up into a criss cross position, and Simon followed. Their knees were touching, and Simon could feel Betty's warm breath against his face. Simon cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"What are you thinking, my love?" Simon asked to fill the quiet room. Betty said nothing. She just lifted a hand and separated a small part of his hair. She lifted her other hand and started to braid the short strand. She didn't tie it. She just let it hang to fall to his forehead. Curious, Simon picked it up and tried to look at it. His eyes rolled up, then back down to Betty.

"Pretty," Simon smiled broadly, one that drew from one rosy cheek to another.

"I wanna know your idea, I dreamed about it last night," Simon revealed.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot! Follow me," Betty jumped off the couch and tugged at Simon's hand. Unready Simon let out a squeak.

"Oh, sorry!" Betty exclaimed, letting go of his arm and taking a short pause.

Betty's face turned to a smirk, similar to that of a mad scientist. This concerned Simon, but he brushed it off because Betty usually looked like this when she was invested in something. Simon followed Betty up the stairs like a lost puppy.

"I excited to show you this part of me, Simon!" Betty expressed.

Simon thought this was weird because he was under the impression that they weren't hiding anything from each other. Betty brought Simon into the storage closet. The room was left untouched since Simon moved into Betty's house about two years ago. Betty went on her tip toes to reach and bring down the ladder to the attic.

Shocked, Simon said, "Wait, I thought you said the attic was filled with dead bodies!"

"Haha, Simon, that was a joke. You're so gullible," Betty giggled.

Simon wanted to say he was joking, but that'd be a lie.

"Now," she said, walking up the ladder as Simon followed. "Welcome to my lair of science!"

Simon got up from his crouching position and looked around. Simom had so many questions, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. She had a reason for all of it, and he figured she'd get to that eventually.

The attic was filled with lab tables, patient beds, papers with equations, and a locked closet labeled "failed experiments."

Betty pulled up two chairs and told Simon to sit. "I'm prepared to answer any questions you may have. I just want to say that I don't use this lab for anything bad, even though I have the power to."

Simon was flustered, "If you don't use it for anything bad, then I suppose I don't have any questions at all." He thought for a moment, "Oh, I do have one. What kinds of things do you do in here?"

"Well, I've made many potions, and I've tested them on a few of Candy Kingdom's Rats, but for some, it's hard to tell if they work or not, so I've never used them on a person," Betty explained.

"So, are you gonna make me drink one of those?" Simon gulped nervously.

"Not exactly. None of my potions could possibly have enough power to fix you... No offense," Betty elaborated.

"None taken!" Simon smiled.

"Alright, well then good." Betty said, putting her hands on her knees for more leverage to lift her body off the chair. "What I have planned for you is different in many ways," she paused, "Simon?"

"Yes?"

"What I say, you have to promise not to be scared, ok? I want to help you" Betty told.

Simon nodded, even more nervous than he was before. "Now," Betty said, walking over to a massive chalkboard and flipping it over to reveal a pre-drawn picture of a diagram and a tool. The diagram was that of a brain surrounded by a skull and rotated to the side as a side profile to better see the process. The front of the brain was highlighted in red chalk and labeled frontal lobe, and the tool was labeled orbitoclast. Betty picked up a piece of chalk and asked hesitantly, "Simon, have you ever heard of a lobotomy?"

(NEXT PART OUT WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS)

#simon lobotomy #simon x betty #simon petrikov #betty grof #adventure time #fiona and cake #adventure time au

[sagesilentfire]

it's so weird I personally never saw/considered toffee as evil???? and had no idea that people hated him??????? I thought it was universally agreed he was the best and most tragic thing to happen in the series?????????

even after the rollercoaster that was comet I'm more inclined to believe he DIDN'T murder her (tbf she had it coming)

Oh, I agree with you. I don't think he's evil. But unfortunately, that doesn't erase how the writers, and a section of the fans, treated him. Maybe they were a vocal minority, but if so they were extremely vocal. Here's the breakdown:

The writers: I've explained at length how the writers screwed over Toffee. They change his motives from petty to deep depending on who they're talking to, they ignore all the mystery boxes they created regarding him, and if there's any way they want us to feel about his pointless, horrible death, it's either relief or a dull sadness that the magic wasn't destroyed right then. Not horror or righteous indignation. He isn't explicitly a tragic victim, he's barely even mentioned after, and never in a way that implies Star should feel guilty for murdering him. Explicitly, he's a faceless obstacle to be knocked over by Star after she levels up, and it's totally fine she literally melted him, it's fine! We shouldn't question the morality of our white savior protagonist, it's fine!

But the big one, and the one you were likely referring to, is the fandom. And when I made that analysis, I do admit to one cop-out: the fandom isn't like that now. Nowadays it's mostly dead, with the odd stubborn holdout (like me) posting in the tag now and then. A lot of us are Toffee fans, still posting because we liked the potential the show had and so we're imagining him as a character and not the plot equivalent of a bowling pin. But Back In The Day, when the show was still running, people celebrated Toffee's death. It was so cool that Star Vs. had the guts to graphically murder a character onscreen! Star was so cool, and here you thought this show was for kids! Her butterfly form is so cool! Yeah, so much better than that loser Steven Universe, who just talks about his feelings to the villains and solves problems with love and friendship! Never mind that there's a reason other shows don't do this, and that's because it sends a horrible message. Star should've taken a page out of Steven's book honestly.

But surely after the shock of this super cool and edgy death wore out, people started to see the tragedy inherent in Toffee's character? Nope! I mean, there were some popular analysis posts and such, but the fandom mostly forgot about Toffee, along with the writers. And while we were forgetting about that, Morningmark happened. I've talked about him before, but he's always been both a good barometer for the fandom's opinion of a character as well as a shaper of it. When he rarely goes against the fandom's majority opinion, the fandom seems to bend over backwards to make his headcanon everyone's headcanon. Even when it involves dubious characterization. I have already talked about why Morningmark is overrated, but... he just does not get Toffee, even after the show ended with Toffee kind of acknowledged as being right, even after the fandom slowly began to die. In his urge to make everything haha funny he just made it really flat and made Toffee stupid, boring, and evul, and since his comics were the only thing getting notes in the quickly-dying fandom, it made it very annoying to be a fan of depth and tragedy in svtfoe. Then he stopped making svtfoe comics and moved to making Belos stupid and other The Owl House-related crimes, and at least I don't have to worry about his dreadful takes on Toffee anymore, so that's great. 

And from there it was a short hop to the fandom we have today, where only people who got something important out of svtfoe still make content. Now, and only now, do we have the majority thinking Toffee's story, or at least what we saw of it, was the best thing to come out of svtfoe. 

Also, yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if Mina killed Comet and blamed Toffee. That would be a much better twist than the whole Moon bs.

#svtfoe critical #svtfoe #svtfoe negativity #star vs the forces of evil #analysis #queue queue #ask #anon #my posts

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Live-Blog Part 8

I was debating story wise what happens to Victor since after you kill Mr. House he's never seen again AND I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!!!

It's important to note that Victor is an AI distributed between all Securitrons. Meaning Victor can jump from one Securitron to another.

Since Yes Man knows about Victor from My Courier. Once installed he turns the Victor AI offline. Similar to what Mr. House did at the battle between Goodsprings and the Powder Gangers.

"Victor seems strangely obvious to your presence. He doesn't respond to your attempt to speak with him."

Yes Man and My Courier would talk about what they should do. Since he'll be aggressive and try to kill My Courier. So as horrible as it is they decide to erase Victor's memories all the way to before he met my Courier. Since it's either that or death.

They then send his AI back to the Securitron in Goodsprings. Obviously if anything happens to that robot his AI will jump to another.

Victor gets a similar ending to the Mr. House Route.

In Mr. House's Route it says, "After Mr. House regained control of New Vegas, he sent a Securitron to Goodsprings as a token of appreciation for helping the Courier. Victor was a mixed blessing, however, as he continually monitored the town for Mr. House."

Yes Man can monitor Goodsprings through Victor but my Courier has asked him not to. Victor gets to be helpful and enjoy living in Goodsprings. The people there are much more welcoming to him than before. He gets to become part of their community.

My Courier is sad he doesn't remember their bond but is happy Victor can just live his life. Victor gave her a second chance and now she's doing the same for him.

The residents of Goodsprings would even joke to the Courier how, "It's been so long since you've visited Victor has completely forgotten you." Haha ouch.

Also I like to imagine Jane's AI gets altered (the memories of Mr. House get removed) but instead she lives in the Lucky 38. Managing the Casino and no longer having to "entertain" Mr. House.

The rest of this live-blog is a short update since I was just wrapping up everything before doing the Dead Money DLC.

I saved lame President Kimball (¬_¬ ).

(っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ Also I installed the Override Chip into the El Dorado Power Station!!!

Also I got the Followers of the Apocalypse to join!

Arcade finally opened up allowing me to do his Quest. Together we recruited Enclave remnants to help at the battle of Hoover Dam!!

I can't stop laughing at the idea of Arcade explaining where all the Enclave remnants are located and my Courier going, "Oh I that area Cannibal Johnson lives there!" and Arcade becomes completely flabbergasted since he was unaware of Johnson's new nickname.

ARCADE WEARING HIS DAD'S OLD ARMOR WAS SO SWEET (ಥ◡ಥ)!!!!!!!

ALSO I GOT ENCLAVE ARMOR!!!!!

LOOK HOW BADASS IT IS!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS THE ENCLAVE ARMOR IS A BILLION TIMES COOLER and sexier LOOKING THEN THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL'S ARMOR!!!!

Mutuals . . . I'm so sorry please forgive me but I watched the deleted scene where you could sleep with Mr. House and asjdkafv;lnc

When he said, "Oh, don't be coy. You thought I wouldn't notice?" I HAD TO PAUSE THE VIDEO AND DO A LAP AROUND MY APARTMENT!!! I'm extremely glad it was cut though because I think the game's story and Mr. House's character work better without it.

Also I forgot to mention this but while killing all the Omertas a bunch of people crowded near the elevator and looked at me like this:

Part 1-7 and DLC Below:

In Order:

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/738944610851864576/i-spent-a-majority-of-my-time-exploring-the-top?source=share

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739188768511229952/finally-leaving-the-strip-i-worked-on-a-quest?source=share

Part 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739399214287749120/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-i-was-looking-at-a?source=share

Part 4:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739493595514634240/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-i-went-on-a?source=share

Old World Blues DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739827733183512576/i-loved-this-dlc-so-much?source=share

Honest Hearts DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740006126331035648/fallout-new-vegas-honest-hearts-dlc-%E3%82%9E-after?source=share

Part 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740067783848640512/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-since-i?source=share

Part 6:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740206323251232768/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-today-was-all?source=share

Part 7:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740542999964057600/theres-so-many?source=share

#In the Mr. House route she would end up in a romantic relationship with Mr. House. #Their relationship would be very unhealthy. #No I will not indulge more on that ajsdkc;nvkd;lnn ANYWAY thank you for coming to my Ted Talk DLC TIME!!!! #THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH CRINGE I CAN BE ONLINE. #I can't ever picture My Courier doing the Brotherhood of Steel + NCR or Legion Routes so I don't even think about them. #Mr. House's route she could've ended up in. #MadisonPlaysFalloutNewVegas #Long Post #Long Text #Yes Man doesn't have to worry about his AI ever getting messed with BTW. #My Courier would have Yes Man destroy the technology inside the Mainframe capable of doing that after Victor and Jane have been helped. #I JUST WANT JANE AND VICTOR TO BE HAPPY!!!! #Even if morally it's kinda messed up to remove an AI's memories. Even if they would've died if she hadn't done it. #My Courier is polite and friendly if she sees Victor but tries to avoid him. #She’s feels guilty over altering his memories and thinks it’s better she stays away.

[netmomplus]

Touhou Ship Week 2023 Day 7: Free Day

The Hakurei Shrine was awfully quiet at this time of morning. Sounds of birds chirping and wind rustling trees were all that inhabited the grounds. Not even Aunn, famously adorable guard dog, was around; apparently she was spending the weekend at the Moriya Shrine. This left any potential ne’er-do-wells an ample opportunity to go in and cause a ruckus of any sort. And oh boy, was there quite the pair of ne’er-do-wells ready for some nonsense.

“Are you sure this is even going to work, Tenshi? What if Reimu’s not even home?”

“Trust me Shion, I know what I’m doing.”

A blue haired duo, one tall and one short, had made their way up the steps to the shrine and were looking around at the area. This would be a perfect place for a prank, the short one thought as she arrived. The tall one, meanwhile, was fairly nervous, but overall just happy to be here.

“Could you please give me a reminder of what we’re doing? I kind of forgot…”

“Oh, it’s easy. Remember the container I gave you?”

“O-oh, this?”

Shion held up a large, circular tin she was holding. It was covered by an equally circular lid, meaning that Shion had no idea what was inside.

“Alright, now open the lid. I swear, it’s gonna be great.”

Shion obliged, opening the lid to reveal its contents. There was a large dessert inside, very sweet smelling, filled mostly with a colored crème and topped with a white, whipped topping. Of course, it was a crème pie, perfect for use as a projectile.

“When she steps out of her shrine, I’m gonna stand to the side of the doorway. And when she gets next to me…” Tenshi performed a single, loud clap. “Bam! There it is! Right to the face! The look on that mug of hers is gonna be priceless once the pie drips off!”

“Hah… haha… yeah, it’s… it’s priceless, Tenshi…”

Shion forced a laugh as she stared at the confection she was holding. It looked rather amazing, and miraculously it wasn’t tainted at all by her presence. It just about looked good enough to scrap the prank idea altogether and just sit down and eat it… but alas, the prank was a go. She sighed and gave up the pie to Tenshi, who promptly got into position by standing near the doorway. Shion herself would stand right behind her, her nerves already getting the better of her. Yep, it was time.

“Alright, now we just have to wait.” Tenshi was already lowering her voice. “Remember to keep it down, we don’t want to give away our cover.”

“O-okay, Tenshi. I’ll do my best.”

And so the pair began their wait. They knew Reimu would emerge from that doorway any minute now, it was just a matter of when. So they stood quietly in anticipation, hoping Reimu would be out sooner then later. And then they would wait some more. And then some more. Perhaps this next minute would be different?

“…”

“…”

...no. There was just more waiting. Reimu was nowhere to be seen. Whether she hadn’t awoken yet or wasn’t even home, neither girl could say, but this was certainly mysterious regardless.

“This is odd, I would usually hear her complaining around now when I lived here…” Shion walked over and took a look inside the shrine; she didn’t see anyone from her brief check either, but before she could get a closer look, Tenshi had pulled her back away from the door.

“No, no, don’t show your face there. You’ll blow your cover.”

“B-but I just wanted to check to see if she was even here. If she’s not home, then what even is the point?”

“There would be no point, but that’s the thing Shion, we don’t know if she’s home. If you’d walked in there and she was just getting up… heck, she may have seen you, and this whole thing would have gone up in smoke.”

“I-I don’t think she minds having me around though, I don’t think she’d…”

“I think the sting of betrayal would cause her to lash out and attack you. And if anyone’s getting beaten up here, it’d better be me, not you.”

Shion held a hand to her cheek and sighed. She wasn’t usually this bad at pranks and general mischief, but she was just feeling remarkably off right now for whatever reason. And unfortunately, Shion wasn’t having any luck figuring out a possible reason for it. Was she out of practice? That could have been it, after her last scheme with Joon failed she’d been rather down on her luck. Still, that could only account for so much on its own; maybe there was something extra going on. Something like… ohh, that’d need to take a bit more time.

The pair eventually started to wonder about things to pass the time with. They couldn’t exactly leave their spot, after all if Reimu showed up they wouldn’t be in prime pieing range if they stepped away. They just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. In the end, they decided to simply hold hands and wait it out.

Eventually though, even that grew to be too boring. Holding hands felt nice, but it wasn’t much of a recreational activity.

“...Tenshi, can we just… come back another day? I think we should probably just give up and go home. Or to an inn.”

“You’re ready to give up already? But we haven’t been here that long.”

“Tenshi, there isn’t even any orange or purple in the sky anymore, it’s all blue. The sun’s definitely rose, if Reimu were here she’d already be up right now.”

Tenshi, who up until now had been oddly unobservant, finally stopped looking toward the doorway and instead back up at the sky. Sure enough, the sun was about as high in the sky as it was ever going to get. It was probably a little late for anyone to be waking up, so maybe Shion was right. Maybe Reimu really was out; whether she was solving an incident or seeing her girlfriend at the Moriya Shrine, no one could say but it was probably easy to guess that the shrine maiden probably wasn’t around.

“...ah, shoot. Maybe you’re right. This was a waste of time, wasn’t it?”

“I-I mean… uh… I guess it depends on how you feel, but… I enjoyed it. Even if it were only a few moments with you, any moments is good moments as far as I’m concerned. Plus, we are still holding hands, and we do have the idea still, I think that sort of makes this trip worth it on its own.”

Tenshi looked down and blushed. Shion always had a perception of her as being cool and extra competent, so seeing her show a bit of emotional vulnerability like this was a rare sight. It was… honestly endearing in a way, Shion had to admit to herself. Tenshi was a goofball, sure, but she was her goofball.

“Well, thanks for letting me know this wasn’t a waste. Did you want to do anything else?”

“...I…”

Before Shion could come up with an idea, she heard a rumbling. She looked down, figuring she knew exactly where the source was, and sure enough, it was her stomach.

“...I… skipped breakfast again before we met up. Can… can we eat this pie? I don’t know if it’s going to stay fresh next time we try to do this.”

“Gee, you almost have me thinking this whole conversation was a ploy to let you eat the pie.” Tenshi let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry, I’d let you eat it anyway if you asked. Sure, let’s go do that.”

Shion’s face lit up with a very muted sort of joy; the sort without a grin, but a warm smile. Tenshi responded by grinning herself, then leading Shion by the hand off to somewhere else. And once more, the shrine grounds were empty. Not a sound but the wind and the birds once more, and still not an Aunn in sight. It was downright peaceful without the wannabe pranksters loitering about place. At last, all was well.

“Mm? Who was that?”

Eventually, a brown haired figure still wearing what was very obviously sleepwear walked out of the shrine door and took a look around at her surroundings. She thought she heard a noise, perhaps some laughing or giggling, but a cursory glance showed nothing that could possibly point to a source. Not even a fairy or two to pin the blame on. The shrine’s sole permanent resident yawned.

“Oh well, guess I should get up to greet the day. Here’s to hoping it’s uneventful.”

With that, the shrine maiden returned to her chambers. Thus ends the notable events of the day, a cute bit of nothing that just happened to make a couple of people happy. But is life not full of these cute nothings, these inconsequential but ultimately pleasant and meaningful experiences that add up to help us deal with those darker moments? Cherish those smaller moments, because you can hopefully always look back at them and smile.

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