#chang and eng x reader

[charlottecutepie]

₊˚⊹ᰔ Deal (Mathew Lillard!William Afton x fem!reader)

tags: public sex, m receiving, praise, riding, unprotected sex, threatening??

my notes: not really sure about this one, I might delete it later, idk yet :,) also eng isn’t my first language

“Hello? Mr. "I can't work nights?” Steve's hoarse voice asks, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to his potential victim.

It's always that fucking phone with wires. He'll never get off it. Most, if not all, questions are resolved through this damn phone.

Every time you enter this office, you see Raglan chatting sweetly on the phone, talking about jobs, vacancies, answering customer questions. And then his dark eyes rest on you, briefly studying your face before settling on your body. It's unpleasant feeling, as if you're exposed in front of him like meat on a plate when he already has a fork and a knife in his hands. There Steve lets out a laugh, takes the phone away from his ear and whispers softly to you: "you know what to do, honey." Embarrassment merges with arousal, which you can’t calm down in any way.

It always happens, it has already become a little tradition that at first you hated and denied. You were sick of yourself. But what happened? What made you like it? You started asking for more, you started coming to this damn office yourself, staring at the floor, obediently waiting for the cherished words.

"Yes, it absolutely is. Why? Have you had a change of heart?" Raglan asks with undisguised interest, clarifying Mike's intentions. He didn't even expect him to call back. This is just pure luck, Mike himself fell into his hands, so it's even better.

Every day, the same office, the same time, the same desk, the same Steve Raglan.

You're praying that sloppy sounds of you taking Steve's cock in your mouth don't reach Mike on the other end of the line, you're already ashamed enough. You try to be careful not to get his pants and floor dirty, but Steve doesn't care. His hand rests on your hair, stroking you like a little pet, an obedient pet.

Of course, you'll be obedient. You have made a deal after all.

"Let me give you a little backstory." he lowers his gaze to take a good look at you and spreads his legs wider. His cock penetrates deeper, he presses on your head, which causes an unpleasant feeling of tickling in your throat. You look at him, fluttering your eyelashes quickly as a sign that you're short of air. Fingers dig into his pants, crumpling the fabric. Steve raises his eyebrows, faking surprise, oh, what a pity. He's too rude, and you're too gentle, how cute. "Breathe through your nose or you forgotten you have one?" Steve lowered his voice.

"Can you repeat it again? I didn't hear you." Schmidt clarifies on the phone. You stop moving your head, afraid that Mike will hear something.

Steve sighs and adjusts his glasses, looking away from you. He starts explaining something again and you almost calm down, but he jerks his hips, allowing his dick to fully penetrate your throat, which makes you moan softly.

"This place was huge in the 80s with the kids." he smirks. Fortunately, Mike cannot see the face of his career counselor right now, because it’s definitely distorted by sarcasm and mockery. "This place been shut down for years. The only reason they haven’t given it the old wrecking ball treatment is the owners a bit of a… well, he’s kind of a sentimental guy, I guess. Just can’t bring himself to let it go yet." he chuckles. "Yeah…"

Steve's cock throbs in your mouth as you try to inhale through your nose. It's too much, you're slowly suffocating as now the whole situation is controlled by Raglan's hand, which is holding you by the hair. It hurts so bad, but then why you feel the warmth between your legs?

"Had some trouble with break-ins over the years. Drunks and vagrants, mostly. Not ideal…" it's surprising the way he do it, so calmly talking to someone on the phone while roughly fucking your throat. Although at times his tone is interrupted by quiet sighs. "Security systems dated, but fully functional. Floodlights on the outside, cameras inside and outside. Fair warning: the electricity is a bit… iffy." he’s all shining with joy while telling Mike about the pizzeria.

When you pull on his pants, tears come to your eyes and your throat hurts unbearably, Steve removes his hand from your hair. You release his shaft from your mouth with a popping sound that sounds very loud in such silence. Raglan smiles, looking at you contentedly, your chin is covered with saliva, cum on your lips, youre so beautiful, sweet. You’re lucky he's in a good mood today.

"Anything happens, there is a breaker in the main office, just flip it." he continues, but now looking at you, which makes it feel like he’s having a conversation with you. You exhale, wrapping your hand around his cock, moving up and down, he slowly pumps into your fist. His hand caresses your cheek, finger runs over your lips, smearing his cum, and it makes you smile a little. There's nothing to smile about, though. But you can't hold back the slight feeling of euphoria from such a gentle Steve, feeling yourself… Special? His touch is tender and his gaze has softened, he smiles while you continue to work with your hand. "Uhm, I guess that’s about it. You know, the rest is pretty easy. Just keep your eyes on the monitors and keep people out. Piece of cake." you lean closer, tucking your hair behind ear and running your tongue over his leaking tip. "Fuck, baby." he exhales, slightly squeezing the receiver of the old phone.

"Mr. Raglan?" Mike's puzzled voice. Your heart skipped a beat, like Schmidt's, but not Steve’s. Mike frowned, holding the phone closer to his ear. Did he hear correctly or….? From the very beginning of the conversation, he suspected something was wrong. Yeah, Steve's really weird.

Your innocent lick on his cock brought man to an instant orgasm. He was already on the verge from face fucking you, but the feeling of your tongue on his sensitive tip brought him to the limit. Putting the phone away a little further, he covered his cock with his hand until the spurts of cum laid on your face. He let out a barely heard groan, his glasses fogged up.

"I said it’s a piece of cake." Steve repeats, clearly not interested in continuing dialogue with Mike. "So, I'll catch you on the flip side… hopefully." not waiting for an answer, he hangs up.

What a good day, what an easy prey, how fortunate.

He’s in such a wonderful mood, light idea of rewarding you appears in his head. Why not?

"Come here, baby," he points to his knees with his finger, and you get up like a zombie, immediately pressing your legs together because of the uncomfortable feeling of soaked panties. Of course you're wet, this isn't the first time you are. But this will be the first time your problem will be taken care of. "you've been such a good girl, why don't I return the favor?"

Steve spreads your legs and sits you on his knee, hands holding you in place when you try move. It's not that you don't like it, you're actually losing your mind, but you feel too awkward knowing that you're in a public place. And the fact that he can feel your throbbing pussy against his knee doesn’t make situation better.

"What would you like, honey? My tongue or fingers?" he looks up at you, moving you so that your wet underwear rubs against the fabric of his pants. Your clit is stimulated, but in the most painful and torturous way, causing shallow sighs. You put both hands on his shoulders and squeeze his shirt as you throw head back.

"Please…" you're almost crying. "please, your… oh…" one more move and you'll cum. "cock, your cock, Steve, please!"

"Hush," he squeezes your thigh. "you know our little rule, don't you? Or should i remind you?"

"William," you're correcting your mistake. "William." He grunts with satisfaction.

"That's it." Afton's hands wander over your body, caressing you in right places. "Tell me honestly, you’re going to scream?" at first you don't even understand what he's asking.

He kisses your neck, continuing to slowly bounce you up and down on his knee. Thanks to you, a dark wet spot already appeared on his pants. His beard tickles your skin and his tongue leaves a wet trail on it.

"Yeah," you come to your senses, finally understanding what he meant.

William breaks into a smile. Of course, you'll scream, not just scream, but break your voice and cry, he knows that. His cock is hardening again. Afton loosens his tie, leaving it hanging around his neck. He'll definitely find a good use for it, already did. He makes you get off his lap and you look down, blushing. God, you couldn't be that wet?.. It's humiliating, so embarrassing.

William pulls your panties down to your ankles, and you step over them, remaining only in a skirt and shirt. You don't know what to do. This is the first time something as it happens, you've never gone far than just a blowjob. He pulls off your skirt as well, causing it to fall along with your underwear. He pushes the clothes aside with his foot, then sits you on top of him again. William’s eyes don’t leave yours, his hand reaches down, you feel a finger at your wet entrance.

Your lips part to let out a loud moan and William steals it with a kiss. You can't make any noise. He pushes his hips up, pressing the head of his cock against your pussy. He mumbles something into your mouth, holds you tightly in one position, you’re unable to move. His tongue roughly explores your mouth. William feels your breath on him and smiles. Then his hands grope your butt and he pushes you down, slowly lowering you onto his cock.

He moans in unison with you, but quietly, working hours aren’t over yet. However, you can't hold back the loud whimpering, feeling full. It doesn't seem very pleasant at first. Afton closes his eyes, thrusting fully.

"Be quiet." another warning. "You're taking my cock so well," he praises. "don't try to pull away," his hands go up to your back. "you have no right to do that, you know that." a careful but extremely unnecessary reminder. At least, definitely not at the moment when you're having sex with him, you don't want to think about a deal. About consequences if you’ll break it.

Every touch gives you a pleasant tingling sensation and you start to enjoy it more with every second. You move on top of him, trying to find the right angle, pressing your chest against his. You don't want to look at his face, into his eyes, because even through the glasses you can see that he's devouring you with his eyes. It's embarrassing. But it gets worse when he runs his tongue over your nipple through your shirt, leaving a wet spot on your clothes. William lightly bites the sensitive skin, while squeezing your other nipple with his fingers, a hiss leaves your lips. It hurts, but it turns you on even more. His chest heaves, he tries to restrain himself from jerking his hips up and ruin your cunt the way you deserve. Your warm walls squeeze his cock too tightly as you tremble from too much attention to your nipples.

"Now move up and down," William points out. "and don't forget about hips."

He knows you've never tried this pose. Of course, he knows everything about you. He likes to be closer to his prey.

Your fingers on his shoulders tighten, you begin to move according to his words. You don't forget about your hips, as he demanded. And then something pleasant begins to spread through the body. An enveloping feeling that radiates to every nerve. His cock feels much different than it did a few minutes ago. Everything inside is burning and throbbing, your body needs more. You want to move faster, you can barely contain your moans. William puts his shoulder up, which is what you're using to shut yourself. You mumble, unable to make a sound, whine, but you continue to bounce on him.

"Good girl," his words break you. "such a tight pussy." your teeth are digging into him painfully, soaking the man's shirt with saliva.

Afton starts moving with you, now holding you tightly. It's like you're nothing more than a rag doll in his hands. Your body becomes so weak and sluggish, eyes roll back in bliss. His cock goes in and out of your pussy with an incredibly perverted sound that echoes throughout the office. Drops of sweat run down his forehead and down your back, but it feels like lava that burns to the bone.

"I-… I feel so good…" your speaking so slurred, because it's hard to talk with his clothes in your mouth, but you're so pleased that you can't control yourself. "William!"

You can't help but moan in surprise when he gets up from his chair, holding your ass, his cock still inside. It even hurts. William lays you on his desk, takes off his glasses and puts them next to a sign with his fake name on it. You dare to look at his face. He's just as horny as you are. Without glasses, he looks a little different, grey strands stuck to his sweaty forehead, hair slightly messy.

William puts his tie in your mouth, you almost choke. Afton leans down, brushes his lips against your collarbone, so sensually. In response, you wiggle your hips, trying to get him to move. William is grinning at you, at your pleading eyes. He begins to hammer in your pussy. You cry out as loud as you can, but fortunately, the tie shuts you up, leaving only indistinct "please." His hands squeeze your ass until it bruise as he thrusts into you.

William stretches you out just fine, thrusting into your cunt fast, which makes it seem like desk under you is about to break. You're afraid of accidentally hitting his glasses, you don't want unnecessary sounds. William is so damn tensed up, you realize that in all this time he has never broken eye contact with you. His cock reaches deeper when you just thought it was impossible and tears flow from your eyes. William smears two fingers with his saliva and lays them to your clit, your pussy clench around him. His fingers move sweetly and slowly, pressing on your bundle of nerves that it drives you crazy. Your legs are wobbly, blood is boiling.

"Do you want me to cum inside you, baby?" the question isnt scary at all, because your brain doesn't work. Your red, tear-stained face responds him. You just nod frantically, trying to say yes, but tie doesn't let. William smiles, runs the pad of his thumb over your clit. "Your cunt clenching around me like that, begging me to fill you up. Damn perfect."

He leans closer to your face. Poor thing, he wants to end your sweet torments, to give you what you crave. Clenching your tie between your teeth, you arch and cry, unconsciously moving your pelvis towards him. William's legs bend slightly as his thrusts become more chaotic. He keeps fucking into you, groaning softly. William wants to say so much dirty things to you, but he can't. He can't be loud, he can't be heard, no need to ruin his reputation. Let others continue to think that he's a good father, an amazing career counselor, an ideal person who helps others. And you… and you're just his little assistant, who brings coffee to his office. Let everyone think so.

Warm liquid filling you, and at first you don't even realize what it is as you cum. His fingers caress your clit with gentle circle movements while you try to bring your legs together, but eventually wrap them around him, only driving him deeper into yourself. William is unable to hold back heavy sighs, still continuing to thrust, until he sees that his cum is already flowing out of you down to the floor. Your tired eyes and his tie in your mouth, all covered with your saliva, cause him an evil smile. This day couldn't be better, today everything is going too well.

"You did so well, Y/n," he breathes with relief, running his fingers over your face and taking the tie out of your mouth. "you extended your little sister's life by one more day. By the way, tell her hi from mr. Raglan."

#fnaf william afton #fnaf x reader #william afton smut #steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #dilf william #fnaf smut #william afton #fnaf x y/n

[lxvebun]

୨୧It's so cold here and all I can imagine is how warm Simon must be and in these cold winter months you plan on taking full advantage of it >;) this is my third simon post back to back help meeee

୨୧Content: Simon "ghost" Riley x gender neutral reader. Fluff<3 Reader wears his hoodies. Forehead kisses. Food consumption. Eng is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Brainrot format really. Not proofread

It sometimes seems unfair that Simon seems so unbothered about the cold air that seeps into the room through the old ice-frosted windows while you so desperately try to keep cozy. He's just naturally very warm and the cold air does little to change that. It does offer some advantages tho

That means sending him to lay on your side of the bed while you take a very needed hot shower so he can warm up the area and you have a nice warm bed, and a pair of nice warm arms to snuggle into. Trying your best to fight the drowsiness that comes with it until he presses a goodnight kiss to your forehead<3

It's a blessing to slide into bed in the evening but a chore to get out in the morning because you have to face the cold again. Unless you of course, take advantage of your boyfriends warmth and force him to give you the hoodie he's wearing:) they're warm and soft, and smell so addictingly and pleasantly like him, how does he expect you not to ask for them? Does he let out a grumble and a deep sigh as he hands them to you?, yes, but only because he knows how cute you look in his hoodies and he really has places to be >:( (his ridiculously early morning dopamine run)

He will make it up to you by making you a nice big mug of hot chocolate in bed and a plethora of warm kisses to your cheek before he slips his mask on and heads out for his run. ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Thank you for reading angels!<3

More Simon fics<3

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod x reader #cod mw2 x reader #mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x gn reader

[myysaints]

Hello, I saw your requests are open.... if you feel like it and like the idea I'd like to see Japanese kpop idol reader x yuki where reader had been an idol for like 7 years and she's very private like when someone asks about her TMI she's just like i bought this shirt on sale 😐 so when she was asked in an interview if she watches any sports or stuff her members sort of out her for being an f1 fan and then her group gets invited to a race where her and yuki get spotted standing a bit too close (nothing couple worthy but they did look suspicious)... ensure f1 and her fans on twitter being in flames where a lot of her fans are like, lol no I refuse to believe we might lose our queen to a guy that goes vroom vroom but it just gets quite after that so no one thinks about it until a picture of them kissing gets out and people are like I waited three and a half years, Asian man did it in one week only for her company to announce that they had known each other since childhood and they are childhood sweethearts with a 10 year history and like the whole f1 grid being like yuki! You had a girlfriend this entire time

So sorry if this is too specific, if you don't like it you can just skip the request 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART ONE)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — thank you anon for the request!!! it was so cute i spent the whole day absolutely going ham on this fic, which is why it's... so.... so long.... i also changed some details but they're very very minor. hope i did your request justice, and enjoy!

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[ENG SUB] WHAT SECRET IS LE SSERAFIM’S Y/N HIDING FROM FANS? | KNOWING BROS

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seulgiphoria  SLAY RECOGNISES SLAY

hannitokki  begging on my knees for just one chance

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by anon 🙈 SPOTTED! After the Yuki Tsunoda and an unknown woman (could it be the same girl from Suzuka?) seen entering the driver’s hotel lift together. The pair were clad in matching outfits. According to anon, the woman had a mask over her face and “looked like she didn’t want to be recognised”. 🤔 Who could this mystery woman be?

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miradrivescars  THEYRE IN MATCHING OUTFITS 😭😭😭

ynsserafim  someone find where y/n is QUICK

isaluvsyn  they just finished their world tour right?? i think their last stop was in dubai channieslix  that was like 3 weeks ago babe im sure y/n is looooong gone and back in korea by now LOL

bitemelando  it’s the same hat as the one in the suzuka picture so it’s probably the same girl

verstrappon  yall gotta chill it’s just a regular schmegular black cap damn 🤣

minimumverstappen  kpop twt is gonna have a field day with this one lol

...to be continued !

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#yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda imagine #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #yuki tsunoda insta au #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 #˖⁺‧₊˚ 📂 ── my writing #꒰ ⁺‧₊˚ [🏁] formula 1 #📬 … you’ve got mail!

[thiniceofeternalyouth]

MISLEADIN' ME [series masterlist]

⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Minors do not interact.

eh, sorry for any grammar or punctuation mistakes, eng isnt my first language

Summary:

«Don't take me for an idiot. Maybe I’m a fool, but I’m not stupid. I knew about my position from the very beginning”.

From the moment you were born there was no right or wrong way for you. There was only a way forward. The truth is that no one warned you that if you blindly follow a person you can even get off the straight road.

A story about pure love that began with betrayal.

Genre: HEAVY ANGST, fluff, slow burn, adventure, cosmology, sci-fi, mutual pinning, smut  

Warnings&tags: ooc, sorcerer!reader, badass!reader, violence, gore, physical abuse, manipulation, mentions of weapons usage, blood, smoking, non-con (not Gojo towards to reader), explicit smut, mentions of psychopathy, family drama, cursing, murders, changing an entity, moral gray, psychological abuse, minor original characters (more to be added).

Please, be aware.

IMPORTANT WARNING:

Canon universe. Non-canon events. Almost every arc of the manga has been altered through reader intervention.

Fans who are faithful to the original story are not recommended to read this work.

The original story and all characters of JJK belong to Gege Akutami.

This work was not created for commercial purposes. Just for fun. Please, enjoy!

I. WORLDS COLLIDE: A FOOL AND A THIEF

II. WORLDS COLLIDE: A WALK TROUGH THE FOURTH DIMENSION

III. WORLDS COLLIDE: HATARAT

IV. WORLDS COLLIDE: VOIDRUNNERS

V. WORLDS INTERTWINE: SHADOW BEHOLDER

VI. WORLDS INTERTWINE: WISH UPON A PAPER PLANE [1 pt.]

VII. WORLDS INTERTWINE: WISH UPON A PAPER PLANE [2 pt.]

VIII. WORLDS INTERTWINE: COLD WASTELAND

XI. WORLDS INTERTWINE: ROAD HOME

X. WORLDS INTERTWINE: MY BEST FRIEND

XI. WORLDS INTERTWINE: A RUNAWAY AND A DEADMAN

#jjk angst #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x you #gojo angst #jjk series #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen #gojou x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo jujutsu kaisen #gojou #gojou fluff #gojou satoru x y/n #gojou x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk gojou #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #jujustu kaisen #satoru

[melanieph321]

and more related to the reader being Brazilian and presenting a little about her culture and without the impediment of communication with the reader's parents (Rúben nervous about meeting the reader's parents for the first time)

Thank you for your patience with me. 😅

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine

Enjoy!

The first nights in Brazil were spent in hotels. You wanted to show Ruben around the sights, like the beach and other popular tourist attractions. It was his first time visiting your home country so you wanted to make it special.

Eventually you guys arrived in São Paulo, the city where you grew up. The city where all of your family and friends lived.

"She's home!" Your mother shouted as the car you were renting pulled up to your childhood home.

"Finally God has brought you back to us." She rushed down the driveway to give you a rib crushing hug.

"Mamãe." You groaned. Behind her the rest of the family spilled out of the house, your siblings, cousins, aunties and uncles. All had been awaiting your arrival.

"Y/N!"

"Look how skinny she has become."

"What are they feeding you in England?"

"Fish and chips." Your uncle joked.

"Pai! Come here and look how pale your daughter has become."

People were pinching your cheeks, pulling your dress and making you twirl around to get a better look at you.

"Guys, please."

You hadn't even gotten the chance to introduce them to Ruben yet. There was no need however, your family discovered him for themselves as he came up the driveway carrying all of your luggage.

"Oh my." Your mother gasped.

"Look at those arms." One of your aunties commented. "So strong, so full of veins."

Your sisters were no different.  "He's cute, no?"

"Stop it." You hushed.

Ruben certainly made a good impression with the females of your family. The men however, perked up their chests like male gorillas.

"Do you need helped with those?" Your dad said, clearing his throat to make his voice sound deeper.

Ruben shook his head. "No sir. But thank you."

"No. Thank you." Your auntie smiled, eyeing Ruben up and down as he went passed them with the bags.

You rolled your eyes, hooking your arm with Rubens. "Guys this is Ruben , my fiance."

"Fiance?" They frowned.

You had yet told them about Rubens proposal last month. This was one reason for your visit to Brazil.

"When did this happen?" Your mother said, taking your hand so she could get a better look at the ring. Your family gathered like chickens, gasping at the sight of the diamond ring.

"Last month." You smiled.

"And you told us nothing?" Your dad pushed through everyone to get to you, displaying a look disapointment.

"Well I wanted it to be a suprise."

"Normally a man asks the father for permission before proposing to his daughter." Your dad turned to Ruben.

"Pai!" 

He stepped up to Ruben in a way that made everyone nervous.

"What? It's a holy tradition, no?"

"Yes for us Pai." Your sisters help defend. "Ruben is not from Brazil."

"But he is Portuguese, no?"

"Here we go again." You sighed. Ever since your family found out that Ruben was Portuguese their view of him changed a bit. Especially your dad's view, since he has always been very in touch with his cultural roots and a preacher of how the white man took everything from our ancestors. Even when you were still a young girl he would say, "If you ever marry a Brazilian he better be as black as you."

"Pai?" Your mother came through to stop the commotion. "Stop this. We haven't seen our daughter in three years. This is not how we should welcome her and her beautiful husband to be."

Your dad groaned in response, but quickly came to his senses, seeing the hurt in your eyes.

"Y/N." He sighed. "You're mother is right, forgive me?"

"It's not me you should be apologizing too." You said, cuddling up to Ruben. He held an arm around your shoulders.

The whole family anticipated your father's next words. He still looked skeptically at Ruben.

"Do you have a job, son?"

"Yes sir." Ruben nodded.

"A house?"

"Two actually. One in England and one in Portugal. If you don't count the apprement we live in Manchester and the summerhouse in Spain, then I have four."

Your family nodded impressed, everyone but your father.

"Can you cook?" He said, continuing the live interrogation.

"I know a few dishes."

"Can you clean?"

"Of course."

"Dad stop this." You sighed.

He raised his hand "Just one final question."

"Shoot." Ruben said.

Your dad chuckled.  "It's funny you would say that. Can you play football? Because no son in law of mine shall step foot in my house without knowing how to use them."

Ruben shifted to you. His expression unsure.

"I haven't told them." You smiled.

"Told us what?" Your dad hissed.

"Pai, Ruben is a professional football player. He plays for Manchester City in the Premier League."

"My son." Your dad grinned, pulling Ruben in for a hug.

Everyone laughed, including you.

"I guess he's welcome to the family then?" You asked.

"Yes." He said, patting Rubens back. "He is very welcome."

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x black reader #ruben dias #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine

[kdwg]

Accepted or Declined? [Dottore x Reader x Pantalone]

First, English is not my mother tongue so maybe i make mistake in grammar or anything, sorry

Secondly, i played chess when i was 5,6 idk and now i almost forgot all of them, everything mentioned chess in here maybe not right

So sorry again... i am really bad at writing in eng

p/s: Dottore does not appear directly, Reader has no feelings for Pantalone

You wait in the eerily quiet surroundings. All the lights in the main hall have turned off, leaving you alone with the weak light of an oil lamp just enough to see the chess set. Fear and impatience are increasing in waves as your fingers tend to tap harder on the marble floor.

When will Dottore finally complete the experiment?

Once again, thoughts of him flashed through your mind, distracting you from the chess match laid out before you. You take a deep breath, feeling the refreshing cold flow into your trachea, flowing into your thoughts like a cataclysm that extinguished all concerns about him. You move the white pawn up 1 space, as programmed, and after completing one step, you rotate the chessboard 180 degrees. You put all your focus on the chess position in front of you, you repeat what you want to do out loud, win yourself, win yourself, win yourself... However, you cannot understand the blurred black and white chess pieces right in front of your eyes replaced by the image of a blue-haired man. Helpless, you can only sigh, knock everything down and rearrange the two sides into two straight rows.

Dottore reigns in your mind like an incurable plague. You threw the pocket watch into a corner somewhere, stopping yourself from waiting so you wouldn't suddenly open it and then be disappointed how long it's been since he's started that damn experiment. All the waiting time is now counted in chess matches, but at thirteen you stopped counting and the games after that are just mechanical, dealing with yourself. You begin to think he had left, half of you believe that Dottore was a man of his word, but the other half suspect that he had completed the experiment and then left, forgetting his promise. Speaking of credibility, Dottore was like that, but I don't know if he has changed with everyone, or just with you. 

Beyond credibility, many things have changed.

You sigh, you should focus on something else to wait for him. Just as you were about to place your pawn on E4, a deep voice ring out at the front door of the hall:

“Sicilian defense as usual?”

You can easily recognize the owner of the voice and it is not good to have the company of other harbingers except number 2. Luckily the oil lamp light is not bright enough to illuminate the discomfort on your face. At that moment, you quickly stand up, bow properly and reply in a very neutral tone:

“Mr. Regrator, it is a pleasure to meet you, even though it is midnight.”

“What I said, you can call me Pantalone.”

You want to say something sarcastic, but this bastard will always respond with an obnoxious, peaceful smile, not paying any attention. Finally, you smile, your knuckles digging into the back of your shirt even more intensely when Pantalone does not leave but sits down opposite you.

"I didn't know you would spend your precious time here with me so late at night instead of a good night's sleep. Do you have something you want to discuss? It's definitely not due to poor chess."

Pantalone still keep his usual smile, he turn the chessboard so that the white pieces are on his side.

"A match, shall we?"

This man is definitely not here just for the reason of having a chess match for entertainment. Surely Pantalone is thinking about something, you wonder if you should find an excuse to refuse and then leave because any more lingering with him will only be disadvantageous. You want to dissect the man in front of you, you want to know what he is planning behind that gentle face. What was the reason for Pantalone's approach? Why you and not Dottore? Looking at yourself, you can't find anything that would be useful for Pantalone.

Thousands of questions constantly appear in my mind, neurons are pushed to maximum performance to encode as quickly as possible. The soles of your feet tingle and itch like an ant making nests, and your body was urging you to run away. Run away for what? You do not know.

"Let's sit down."

Your body stiffen as Pantalone spoke. It was supposed to be a reassurance but underneath the layers of subtext you felt it was more like an order. You sit down forcibly, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt until they turn white.

"It's just for fun. I definitely won't punish you if you lose."

You feel regretful that you didn't choose to leave.

"What's wrong, Dottore doesn't allow his little friend to socialize with other people?"

Pantalone laughs very politely and sarcastically, you hate the way every time you met him he always mentioned Dottore. In the past, you didn't mind, but right now, anyone mentioning his name makes your anger flare up. However, who can you blame for when you have become his shadow for so long, when did you lose your own identity and choose to stand behind?

"If you want to talk to Dottore, you should find the owner."

"Okay but the main topic tonight is you."

This time Regrator laughed heartily, not the commercial smile in meetings. You want to correct yourself but Pantalone doesn't give you the chance:

"Do you ever use any opening other than the Sicilian defense?"

Pawn to D4.

"Sometimes I open with The Ruy-Lopez"

Pawn to D5.

"So two openings, why don't you try some others? The other openings didn’t bring victory?"

"I tried..."

You're a little confused when you remember the last time you used other openings except the Sicilian defense and The Ruy-Lopez. You suddenly realize it's been a long time, maybe since you were an Akademiya scholar. That's when you started practicing chess, choosing the suitable openings to master them.

"I tried Ponziani and the Slav defense but it wasn't effective."

If you don't want to say you lost badly to Dottore when you were trying to find a third opening.

"As a scientist, I see you have no tendency to innovate."

This time you couldn't hide the irritation in your tone, but you were calm enough not to express anything too extreme.

"What do you mean by that?"

Even though you are not an official scientist, you chose to become Dottore's assistant, but each of those words severely attacked those in the field of research and development.

"Don't get angry," Pantalone seemed happier when you no longer remained neutral in your actions and words, "I mean, sometimes you should step out of your safe zone, choose a bold decision that can end the chain of thoughts: worries, hesitation and negativity."

Pawn to C4.

Looking at the situation in front of you, you can partly feel the suspicious message he is conveying. What Pantalone wants to say has also appeared in your subconscious countless times. They appear every time you realize that you were slowly drifting off to sleep while sitting on the chair waiting for him to return every night. They persistently whisper in your ear when Dottore and you argued about unnecessary issues. They become a ghost that resides in your left chest when you crossed out past your birthday on the calendar, reminding you that Dottore has completely forgotten you.

Pantalone can clearly see your trembling hand playing with the lock of hair on your cheek.

"You know, there are things that have to be sacrificed for a greater purpose."

Your gut is tearing, you feel bile rising into your throat, you don't know how to show exact expression to him. You are becoming more sensitive than ever, 7 parts of you are agreeing with Pantalone's words but 3 parts are shaking your spirit, you should not trust him, you must choose Dottore. You raised your face, eyes unable to hide the fear that was locked on Pantalone's every move.

Pantalone walks towards you, bend down to face level, his fingers wearing a sparkling ring trying to touch your cheek but you backed away to avoid him.

He makes a fake sad face, not giving up, his ten fingers cupping your face and pulling you closer. You try to pull Pantalone's wrist away, but your limbs feel as weak as plants.

You are not afraid of Pantalone, the terror that is coming at this moment is the competing thoughts of Dottore going on in your head. You know Pantalone is not the cause of your rebellious thoughts, they have always existed in your mind every time Dottore's credibility dropped. But you always pushed them away, burying them all deep in some corners, overpowering them with the illusion of justifying yourself to Dottore. And, Pantalone is the catalyst, igniting the fire that allows them to escape and burn down the stronghold you have built. Why does Pantalone do this? Does Pantalone know that Dottore is an unambiguous person? Even if Dottore still has feelings for you and if his plan of separating was successful, Dottore’s collapse because of love is still extremely unreasonable. So what is the key to doing this?

"Look at me."

The sweet words make you shiver, he brushes your strands of hair into your ear. You can feel his steady breathing on your nose, it took your breath away. His purple eyes under long eyelashes seem to illuminate your frustrated heart. They consider, open each layer of skin, see through thousands of thoughts that are tangled together like a ball of wool. But those eyes did not untie every knot, they burned like a volcano, burning everything to ashes. They leave your mind as hazy white spaces, and in your eyes everything is gradually fading, only the silhouette of the ninth harbinger remains. Rough gloved fingers touch your lips, Pantalone smiles happily, he parts your teeth, and blows air into your mouth. You startle and cough when the smell of cigarettes hits you. You are not aware that you had stopped breathing since he held your face. You want to remove your face from his hands, but they are on your waist. He leans in so that his nose touches your skin. You are irritated, your eyebrows furrow to show your displeasure for him to let go. As for Pantalone, he seems a bit regretful when he didn't put two fingers in your mouth.

"Accepted or Declined?"

You blush when you feel his lips playing with yours, you blame it on your anger from waiting for Dottore and the banker's weird joke. You remove Pantalone's hand, quickly stand up and lay your king down.

"I resign."

You leave, leaving Pantalone laughing happily at the game he had created. You leave, this time you didn't care if Dottore was still at the palace.

#dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin impact

[hazashiovo]

Hi! Firstly, my eng is still a size of a dino from that one google offline game, pls bear w me!

Can you do headcanons of Leona x fem!reader about the reader participating on random event (you choose) at NRC that she performs a cover dance? I'm not entirely a Kpop fan but one underrated girl group called Secret Number caught my attention so much (also you should check them out!). Can you pls make her covers one of their songs called "Doomchita"? I'M OBSESSED.

Also you can choose whether she had her own group of friends to join or just alone- then again this is boys school, is that even possible? lol sorry.

Thank you for your time! Sorry I accidentally make this too long.😭👍🏻

This was a tricky request since I don't really listen to k-pop,but I tried , alright?

Genre: Fluff, imagine

Doomchita

It was interesting to say, how most boys from NRC were excited for the performance that was about to take place tonight.

It's been planned for quite a while.

From what he heard,a few groups of girls will perform here,maybe if Leona would have paid more attention he would've known more,but he just didn't bother.

Ruggie was the one who told the older lion about the event,who knows ,maybe he'd be interested.

After all not every day does the night raven college allow girls to join them,even for a night.

This is mostly why Leona chose to come to this Event. And for the food ,of course.

The lights go off,and the song begins,the loud music echoing in the dark,huge room.

From the dark lighting,6 girls emerge. Each dressed with an eye taking outfit. The spot light focusing on them as the dance begins.

Leona chuckled quietly when he glanced around the room at the other students.

Most of them had their jaws hanging,it's amusing to see how thirsty those teenage students can be.

His yellowish brown eyes dart back at the stage,not particularly liking the loud music,but enjoying the view of the group of dancers.

One of them, a h/c was the lead singer.

Leona decided he particularly liked this girl. His eyes followed her every move as she danced in sink with friends.

Leona,seated in the front row watched as the lights changed colours once the beat fell.

He must admit,the strident colored lights fell on your face so perfectly, almost as perfect as your dance moves.

The song ends, the group of girls now taking a final position to fit the coregraphy.

That was something, oh and , Ruggie watched as Leona stared at a particular girl, the hyena himself was interested in what his dorm leader was about to do.

Once your performance was over another group took place on the stage,but you didn't bother to stick around.

Leona noticed, and decided to join you outside,it wouldn't be a bad idea to strike a conversation with you.

You yawned, stretching your arms out. This has been quite the show,and you want to go back to bed now.

"Someone's tired." A new voice disrupts the comfortable silence.

You laugh quietly, "It's been a pretty long day," you smile ,looking at the boy who appeared almost out of thin air, "So yeah,I'm quite tired." Saying that ,you resist another yawn.

Of course Leona sees that. He chuckles, shaking his head amused.

"So why'd you come here?" The two of you start quietly walking,not even realizing yet.

"I mean,I like what I'm doing. Me and my friends dream of becoming something,it may sound silly to be honest." You leave out another sighed laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I can see it happening,you didn't do too bad out there." He winks, showing his canines while smiling.

You must admit, this stranger, that's most likely a student here is pretty handsome.

You smile at his words. This boy has his way with words,you'll give him that.

"Thanks,oh ,by the way." Leona's eyes dart back at you, "What's your name?I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier I just got really caught up in the conversation and I'm just sleepy and all."

He smiles , finding you amusing.

The charming stranger gently rises your hand, bringing it to his lips.

His bright lazy eyes stare in yours,

"Leona Kinghscholar." His lips make contact with your hand, bringing warmth and color to your cheeks.

"And you might be?" Leona smiles,letting go of your hand to your disappointment.

"Oh,how rude of me, I'm (Name)." you smile hoping the warmth in your cheeks would fade.

The two of you walk to a bench,not even realizing it until you're in front of it.

Leona sits down, running a hand through his dark brown hair, how's his hair so healthy??

He watches as you sit down, giving enough personal space to both of you.

"So,you study here?" The lion's eyes close, starting to feel tired himself.

"Yep, have been for a while." He shrugs,more curious to know about you.

"What bout you?" One of his eyes lazily opens,resting on your face. He's curious off what you think.

"I study at Witches college for girls,it's not too far from here." You smile,so you study to be a witch hm? A witch pop star,how interesting.

"Is that so? How's it there?" The conversation goes on like this, Leona learning net things about you.

He likes your company,unlike the usual people he surrounds himself with ,you're peaceful to be around.

Leona also shares a few things about himself, you now know he's older than you. From what he told you ,the boy was held back a year or so.

It was nice talking to him, fortunately he doesn't hit on you or watch you like those boys did when they gawked at your performance.

You could get used to this.

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I tried,ok?I tried 😔

I also made this an imagine to fit better with the plot,hope you don't mind.

#x reader #reader #twst #twst fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #ruggie bucchi #imagine #twst imagines #x fem reader #fem #fem reader #disney twst #twst wonderland

[ivfrankenstein]

STILL WANNA TRY I peter b. parker x fem! reader

summary: peter b. is fine, more than that, his life’s fine. but beyond this life of his, there is someone else he’s looking out for. someone he was lucky enough to get to know, despite the impossibility of the event. warnings: light angst; y/n, like miles, is from earth-1610. a/n: also, 🎧 sza — good days; eng isn’t my 1st language, gif: @brucewaynes &lt;3

if he decided to say it again, then peter’s brain would truly die.

“this is not a canon event.” and there it was! bam! he was done and no one even noticed. “spider-man, belonging to their world, died before the meeting,” meanwhile, miguel continued with the same tenacity he’d used the first two hundred times, “which should have been a canon event. their canon event.”

“urgh..” peter scratched his nose bridge exhaustedly; the last one made him more annoyed than hurt. he was ready for it. he knew for sure miguel would push and push until he succeeded. “i got that part right at the beginning.”

“and i naively thought i’d explained the whole thing clearly.” o’hara grumbled, “so, where was i?” you’d think he’d really forgotten, but that couldn’t have happened to him; he was certainly just making a scene, causing parker to roll his eyes, “coincidentally, that y/n met—”

“me!” peter said with a teenage boy smile growing on his face, as if it had been just someone else’s mischief that had played right into his hand.

what difference did it make? he was there, and he was the one she had met. it was undeniable. a friend he didn’t know he needed in the universe of another peter parker he didn’t know existed.

“he’s more pleased to say it was him who met her.” LYLA was kind enough to notify, as she instantly arrived on the spot, proving yet again that she was never really gone.

“that’s because that’s what happened,” peter explained courteously, facing the small holographic figure, “i flew right into y/n standing at the crossroads!” there was no need to reproduce the events of that evening with that detail, but parker missed no opportunity to play the part of a nerve-itcher, and demonstrated his flight and the following crash with his hands, “i’ll say, i hit her, if you prefer.”

before LYLA could respond, miguel cut in, “how does that change anything at all?” and distracted from further futile proceedings, “you know the rules.”

to everyone’s amazement, peter didn’t lose the thread of the conversation, “i know.” his goofy mood turned to off-mode, “i’m gonna keep an eye on her. that’s the end of it.”

of course, that was the end of it. could he have responded otherwise? given the o’hara tragedy that parker had to watch, what else was it acceptable for him to do? it can’t happen. it just can’t. because he’s not that into it, is he?

o’hara fixed him with a challenging stare; peter could see why he found it hard to believe, “and what are you gonna do if something, anything, happens?” he took a couple steps, and his shadow covered LYLA, who sat in the air as if there were something to sit on.

“they have their own local spider-man, right?” he tried to get away with his signature smirk, but miguel remained impervious, so he repeated what o’hara expected him to say, “i’ll be watching from the side.”

it looked like they were running in circles one after the other, and were so utterly worn out by this conversation and what lay beneath it. old friend, he wanted to believe that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes, that he was a better man.

o’hara hoped that peter, knowing the risks, wouldn’t do that to y/n, or at least to himself, “let him see her.”

“how about please?” corrected LYLA and folded her arms across her chest, waiting.

“please.” peter said instead.

and just like that, LYLA softened. miguel left full of silence, but here was peter, and he had captured all her attention the last few months with this girl from earth-1610.

“so tell me now, you’re what, kind of, fallin’ for her?”

“whoa, and that’s exactly what people have termed uncomfortable questions.” they only had time to get to a screen that was a couple feet away before he bumped into that question.

“in your case, only the answers can be uncomfortable.” she was searching among the thousands of thousands of dots scattered in front of them on a sort of map, and peter didn’t have time to fix his eyes on any of them, “you’re married, man. or divorced? i get lost.”

and even that didn’ t surprise him, “that has nothing to do with it.” the feeling he had to deal with all this time was loss. and he didn’t think at all about why. because it’s okay. he missed miles, and loved miles, he missed y/n, a-a-and he loved her, too.

“then what?” LYLA wasn’t even looking at him, but something told him she could see him and without turning around, “you’ve been there, you’ve come back. what’s keeping you up?”

peter’s eyebrows raised a little, “but i’m fine.” she definitely got him wrong.

“uh-huh.”

he took an eloquent breath, “as i’ve said before and as you never tire of reminding me, their parker died. and it was a canonical event for y/n. can’t i jus’ be curious?”

she turned around, “you could. it’s just that you’re a different kind of guy. it doesn’t sit right with you. you’re good, clumsy, old and sometimes you can be a lot,” after fixing her glasses, she added, “and i’d probably conclude that you’re in love with her. look!”

and there she was, exactly where LYLA was pointing. the girl of his dreams. coming up in a rush of holographic figures. peter hadn’t seen her like this in a months already.

“almost as if she were really here,” he said under the impression.

it wasn’t the first time he’d seen this trick, but LYLA decided to clarify just in case, because the reaction wasn’t clear to her, “it only works one way. she won’t see you.” and the way her voice came out, she found herself upset by that fact, too.

but peter, like he said, was fine, “i know.” the corner of his lips lifted in a half smile, “i don’t think she wants to see me anyway.”

#peter b. parker #peter b. parker x reader #peter b. parker x fem reader #peter b. parker imagine #peter b. parker x you #peter b. parker x y/n #accross the spiderverse imagine #atsv imagines #spiderman atsv #atsv peter b parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine

[enhahooninurwindow]

The Twists and Turns Love Holds

Pairing: Sunghoon x gn!reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff, angst

Wc: 663

Warnings: eng isn’t my first lang so I might have made a few mistake although I try not to, not proofread, feel free to correct me 🍓

Monday, 18 March, 2024

You lay in bed scrolling on ur phone with a slight headache. Feeling the pain increase, u get off of ur phone and glance at the clock only to notice it’s 2 in the morning. You and Sunghoon had a fight it this was probably the third day you’ve gone without talking to each other.

It all started on a fine day, warm coffee, 9 in the morning on a cozy Saturday. You sat on the sofa with Sunghoon, against his arm for warmth. You both were watching a new series with breakfast and coffee. Everything was fine until his phone vibrates with a notification and you slightly lift ur head to see. ‘Choi Eunkyung, hey hoon!’ “Weird” you thought. Laying back on his arm you start losing ur focus on the series and start overthinking, what if she’s prettier, what if he likes her?? You were going nuts and decided to go to the washroom to calm down. And if u thought Sunghoon hadn’t noticed u getting all worked up, u were wrong. Just as he was abt to ask u if u were okay, you got put and rushed to the washroom. The next day, feeling useless and unworthy of Sunghoon's love when he had someone else, you texted ur old high school friend, Kim Junghe. You talked for a while and left ur phone open on the bed intentionally for Sunghoon to see. It was not just that girl bothering you, Sunghoon had changed, he gpbecame quite, showed no interest in what you talked abt, he just seemed so unhappy with you. But then again you didn’t know if you were just overthinking. That evening, the house was loud, you both were shouting. Not wanting to listen anymore you break down and lock ur self up in ur shared room. He came, said sorry but ntg worked in ur head since  it was the first time he had ever raised his voice at you, you didn’t understand why tho. (end of flashback)

You walk up to the kitchen noticing Sunghoon laying on the couch eyes wide open. You get ur self a cup of water and plop down on the chair next to the counter placing ur cup on the table. You were overthinking again but this time around, Sunghoon got up, got himself a can of beer and sat down next to u. “Isn’t this the third can today?” u ask concerned. He nods his head with a soft ‘mhm’ as a response. Looking back at ur cup, you ask him “did you really love me?” The atmosphere got heavy, the air darkened around you two. “I had 33 pages all abt u in my diary, ur cafe order, ur moms birthday too. I had ur ring size too.” You notice him start to tear up. “I had dreams abt our family y/n, those were my happiest nights…” his voice was unstable, eyes red with sorrow. You couldn’t help but pull him into a hug. He rested his face on ur shoulder as you rubbed his back, running ur fingers thru his hair. He slowly raised his head to face you, eyes meeting urs, “Park Eunkyung is the latest staff of ur favorite shop, I had asked them for ur dream purse in a cute, gift like wrapping for our two year anniversary. I’m sorry, sorry for raising my voice at u, I’ll block her if u want.” Your heart sank seeing him cry, “Hoon, I love you so much but seeing another girl you’ve never mentioned made me go nuts I’m sorry. Sorry for texting someone else, sorry for being mad at you, sorry for shouting at u without even knowing what was wrong.”

You cuddled and placed butterfly kisses all over his face just to see him flustered and smiling with his fangs out. He cupped your face and said “Ur my whole world y/n” the sincerity in his voice was evident “I love you too hoon”.

#enhahooninurwindow #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon #sunghoon angst #sunghoon x reader

[ivryne]

⌗ THE AFTERMATH. | scara x f!reader

need help ASAP ⊹ scara & friends

01. SCARAMOUCHE (KUNIKUZUSHI)

Your average runaway child with a toxic parent

Third year bioengineering student bc that's the only major he likes that his mom approve off

Loves to watch anime secretly (but childe ofc knows that)

Looks like he hates everything but acc has a soft spot for animals (esp his cat Scarameow!)

Met Childe during elementary when Scara was bullied bc of his height. After that Childe's mom js sorta adopted him.

Have been rivals w Name since hs and they've always been switching from top 1 & top 2.

02. CHILDE (AJAX)

Third year business and entrepreneurship major

Lives in his penthouse alone but his friends are always over so basically they live tgt ig.

Known for his fun, charismatic, and easygoing attitude hence why many are willing to be his friend (but he's frvr loyal to his group ofc!)

Has a gf named Lumine. They like to break up but everyone knows that they'll js make up the next day.

Besties w Scara since they were smol beans and his mom is also Scara's mom now.

03. KAZUHA

Third year eng lit major

Lots of ppl think he's high but that's js the way he talks TT

Quite calm but has his own way of having fun

Acc a romantic at heart and writes poetry/haikus when he can.

04. ALBEDO

Third year chem major and fine arts minor

School's genius bc he acc got an invitation to study in TU w a 100% scholarship

Loves painting and drawing (he also takes art coms from ppl for money)

Friends w Name bc they're coworkers in a cafe near school (broke scholar students thingz)

Likes to eat spiders??? (he said that they're nutritious)

05. VENTI

Third year music major

Has two sides (fun & crazy Venti OR super wise papa Venti)

Knows all the hot topic and gossips throughout TU. (He talks abt them to the group but srsly only Childe acc knows all the ppl he talks abt)

Super good at things he can (music) but fails other subjects he deemed irrelevant (math)

06. AETHER

Third year journalism major w his sis

Uni's pretty boy

Too kind for his own good (he can't say no)

Though super protective of his sister albeit being the younger twin

Always side eyes Childe when they "break up". But he knows Childe won't ever cheat on Lumine bc man is head over heels.

⌗ THE AFTERMATH. masterlist ; prev | next

synopsis . . . You had it coming, really. It was your fault that you accepted that reckless dare, and it was your responsibility to deal with the aftermath. The question was how? How were you going to face all your pride and dignity after you slept with HIM? Your arch nemesis, the bane of your existence, and your number one rival since highschool, Scaramouche Kunikuzushi.

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NOTE. can’t wait to post the first chp hehe

© shrslair ; do not copy, translate, or repost

#genshin x reader #genshin smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑨𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔/𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔

This is for my lovely moot, @vespersposts who loves this tall, sort of awkward baby. Hope u enjoy <3 and I don't know about you guys but Aomine in eng dub is just so boyfriend material. Sorry if it's short 😭 

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Gender Neutral Reader Warnings: None. Pure fluff. (Unless you're scared of felines), and curse words too. Keywords: c/n1 (cat's name 1) and c/n2 (Cat's name 2)

The feud between your boyfriend and your cats has been going on for a LONG time now. He's always so jealous and it probably didn't help that your cats scratched him more than once. They've been vaccinated and you treated his wound of course, but boy does Daiki hold a grudge. "Little spawns of the fucking devil, I'd say. Wait no, actually, they make Satan seem like a saint." He'd always say.

Of course, you've been trying to avoid incidents like scratching. Like putting yourself between your boyfriend and your cats. Or when push comes to shove, you'll put them in another room which can be a little challenging since always liked being near you.

But eventually, you know they'll at least tolerate each other one day.

That day came when you got sick and needed your cats to be cleaned. You thought of maybe just calling someone to do it but then decided against it. Those people can charge a LOT. and honestly? You'd rather not spend that much money right now.

"Absolutely not."

Your boyfriend immediately declined. Your lips jutted out into a pout as you sank deeper into your sheets while lazily holding the phone against your ear. "Please? Just this once I swear." You pleaded. Daiki knew he was just delaying and he knows deep down that he'll eventually agree because that's how soft he is for you. And that's how he found himself in your bathroom struggling with c/n1. The feline was harsh and aggressive towards him, always running away as much as it could. He was soaked head to toe due to the splashing and jumping.

"Stay still you-"

The cat meowed back aggressively as if yelling back at him. "Listen," Daiki started, pointing at the two, c/n2 who was sitting on top of the toilet, waiting and c/n1 who stopped fighting against him.

" name is sick and I won't be able to take care of her if you two keep making this more difficult than it's supposed to be." He said, staring deeply into their adorable eyes.

To his surprise, everything was smooth from then on, as if understanding their mutual agreement. They stopped struggling against him and were very accommodating. After drying them, he went to your room to check up on you and found you sound asleep. Of course, this was after he changed his shirt and dried his hair.

He observed your temperature and noticed it was much better than earlier. Your fever had gone down and your face didn't look red like it did earlier. He decided to lie down beside you and nap and unbeknownst to him, your adorable cats snuggled up against you two. Later: "Are you three getting along now?" You teased as you observed them on the couch, snuggled up against each other and not Daiki scowling at them while they hissed at him. Instead, your cats were actually sleeping peacefully beside him.

Daiki rolled his eyes, but you didn't miss the fondness in his eyes. "As if. They're still spawns of the devil."

"Awww, you softie."

𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑲𝑵𝑩 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#knb #kuroko no basket #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #aomine knb #aomine x reader #daiki aomine #aomine fluff #generation of miracles x reader #generation of miracles #gom x reader #knb fluff

[simpforlh44]

Yours Or Mine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?

Genere: Angst, little fluff here and there, I feel like there will be some drama along the way lol

Warnings: strong language I'll add more along the way if there's any

Word count: 520

Chapter one: The Begging of the end

Mercedes was the dream. the one you worked all your life for, so why they are letting you go now?

"listen to me, I hate to see you go but look at the good side it'll be for one season only"

' no cause what the hell are you talking about lew? I feel like I'm getting thrown away and to who? To red bull? To max? really?'

"it's not like that, we're not throwing you away, you're the best aerodynamics engineer we have"

'then why letting me go lewis? Why?' at this point, you've lost it, you're eyes are getting teary and it's hard to see already

"because that was the deal, you know if it was up to me I would never do that to you. now stop crying please let's not make this harder" he said while hugging you.

When you first came to Mercedes you were in an awe, achieving your dreams and all inspired you to work hard to prove yourself, you kept your interactions with everyone friendly at first until one time...

The whole team went out to celebrate after lewis won a race. It was a fun night where you all danced and had drinks.

You and lewis shared a deep conversation that night and since then the people who were once your coworkers became your family, your new home.

So that's why it hurts, having to wear a red bull t-shirt for the season hurts.

You've never liked max as a person, it's just something about his aura that felt off to you. So even if you accepted the term of changing teams, you'll never accept working directly with max it doesn't matter which team he's in. Working with him was definitely out of your list of wishes.

When you went home, the thoughts of starting the season with a new team filled your mind. You knew you had to keep it professional, you have to accept it, but in the same time you didn't know if you are capable of doing that.

The sound of your phone ringing disturbed your thoughts...

"hello"

'hey'

"how are you doing now?"

'still terrible lew' you heard him sigh once you answered him

"I'm sorry.."

'don't.. It's not your fault there's nothing we can do but to accept this'

"but you know it doesn't change anything between us right? You will always be ours"

'I know...but not for this season'

"___"

he sighed again, the way he said your name gave you goosebumps. You and lewis always had this thing between you two. The affect he has on you, it's like electricity every time he says your name specially when he says it like that.

'I'm just saying the truth lew'

"I know.."

You both stayed silent for a few moments, just listening to each other breath until lewis decided to speak again

"I'll miss you" you felt your heart bounding fast like the race cars you see almost every day

'I'll miss you too lew'

Working with max sucks but not being able to see or talk with lewis again definitely sucks more.

A/N: for the first time writing here that wasn't too bad hehe, the reader literally hates max for no reason but she'll come around soon 🤫 please be patient with me I promise it's full of surprises and I would really like to hear your thoughts on this chapter 💕

#formule1 #f1 #team lh44 #lh44 #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x you #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #mv33 #mercedes #redbull f1 #lewis hamilton x y/n #f1 x oc #f1 x you #lewis hamilton angst #lewis hamilton fluff #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton one shot

[auslanderka]

— my little piece for a spooky sports event made by my dear @koushuwu! || event post ; event masterlist

fandom : slam dunk

ship : mito youhei x gn!reader (f!reader in my mind)

TW/tags: spooky sports anime event, horror movie night, characters aged up, established relationship (wife-husband), slighty 18+, minors dni

Note : tbh I don't know how to write typical spooky stories but this was created, in general I don't celebrate halloween at all and all the traditions are for me "dry theory" from English class ; I feel like it's a little silly and boring but if by some miracle you have wandered here - enjoy.

Note 2 : and okay this fic. I dedicate this writing piece to @gothintegra - it's possible that you like horror movies and probably youhei wouldn't need to comfort you during horror movie night (I realized this as I was finishing writing haha) but it doesn't change the fact that I wrote with you in mind. it's my little "thank you" for your kind words when things were very bad for me in early september, I hope you enjoyed it!

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well —

The living room of your small apartment looked fabulous. If that's the word to describe the room decorated with pumpkins and other ornaments you found in the store's Halloween & autumn section. Like every year, you created a mood to warm up the ugly weather that was starting to be more and more outside the window.

Youhei leaned over the candles in the shape of small pumpkins lighting them while you placed two mugs with hot chocolate decorated with marshmallows  in the shape of little ghosts on the table. Next to them were two plates of cookies, which you had been making all morning while Mito was still at work. The pleasant smell of shortcrust pastry, baked apple and cinnamon wafted throughout the apartment.

It was October 31st. A day when ghouls came out of their hiding places and people spent time at dress-up parties. You and your husband decided to spend the day together and make a movie night. You two just didn't agree on the choice of movie genre. Youhei wanted horror movies, and you wanted anything that wasn't horror.

"so what are we going to watch tonight?" you asked while correcting the cushions on the couch. Mito smiled broadly and disappeared into the hallway for a while. He returned with a paper bag full of rented DVDs from a nearby rental store. Seeing his face and the package you made the mental sign of the cross. You may not have been religious, but the sight of that one evil smile on his face made you know you had to prepare for the worst.

"you and your ideas" you groaned, picking up one of the dvds from the table. The cover itself was already rejecting; you didn't even want to think about what was the plot.

"hey, it's October 31st!"

Youhei stood on the other side of the table grinning widely. He had been saying for several months that they would have a movie marathon in October. At first you thought he was joking. You had been together for quite a long time, Mito knew very well that you are fearful and horror movies weren’t films you reached for with pleasure. You had seen maybe one or two in your entire life, not of you own volition, of course, but it let you know that it was not your favorite film genre.

You looked at Youhei and already knew you wouldn't give you a break so easily.

*

When he turned on the second or third movie, you sat next to him on the couch quite stiffly. You kept your gaze fixed on the TV, but at every louder sound of music or screaming you flinched or jumped up feeling the hair on your head go astray. Horror wasn't your favorite movie genre as you once again found out. Youhei sat next to you resting his head on his hand and watching you for several minutes in concentration with a lazy smile on his face.

He gently grabbed your hand lying on your thigh at which you jumped up making a silently frightened sound. You looked at him feeling your cheeks turning red and slapped him lightly on the shoulder seeing his amused face.

"hey" Mito chuckled smiling slightly and clasping his hand tighter on your arm. He pulled you close so that your cheek rested against his chest. Closed your eyes snuggling into his shirt.

"I don't want to watch it," groaned quietly, hoping that Youhei would give you a break tonight and the scary movie night would end with two horror movies watched.

"It's just fiction." he chuckled quietly feeling your arms tighten more tightly around him. He sighed quietly, put his arms around you and kissed your neck gently. Still cuddled in, Mito glanced at the TV, which he had turned down a few minutes ago without you even noticing.

After a while, however, he lost interest in the movie and the mindless carnage that had just played out on the screen accompanied by the screams of the blond-haired actresses. He grabbed you tighter by the thighs and pulled you closer to him. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. A scent you used only in the fall.

His hands carefully slid out from under the material of your loose cotton shirt and he moved them as gently as he could along your sides. At such moments, Mito always noticed how petite you were compared to his hands. He also had the impression that you had lost a lot of weight recently due to stress and excessive work. His grip became stronger.

"It's just a fiction. You are not in danger of anything." whispered in your ear.

Your skin was pleasantly soft and warm. You raised your hands, allowing him to pull off your shirt. A cheeky grin appeared on his face at the sight of your black lace bra, which contrasted sharply with your pale skin. The faint light of the candles set on the table and bookcases in the dark living room further accentuated your assets. He leaned in. His lips gently touched your hot skin, leaving a gentle kiss on your collarbone. You felt a pleasant shiver along your spine. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. The corners of your mouth lifted, seeing dark eyes gazing lovingly at you. Nothing had changed since high school. All these years, he gazed at you with the same infatuated eyes. You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and he let the air out of his lungs loudly.

Your delicate hands moved down the nape of his neck, pointing upward toward his dark hair. His hair, which had always been perfectly styled, was now disheveled and in the mess you liked so much. This was a private Youhei. Your Youhei. One that only you and perhaps his closest friends knew. You weaved your fingers into the strands, smiling slightly. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder and then began to move his lips toward your neck.

"I hate you..." you muttered quietly ignoring the screams coming again from the TV behind you.

"And that's why you married me." he winked at you at which you sighed quietly. It's a good thing you were sitting, because your legs probably would have refused to obey you.

#spookysports #pavli : writing #mito youhei x f!reader #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk

[thiniceofeternalyouth]

MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER ONE

A FOOL AND A THIEF

⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader

series masterlist

Genre: angst, fluff, adventure, sci-fi, cosmology.

Chapter warning: MANGA SPOILERS, cursing, mentions of smoking, mentions of gore, mentions of blood.

Words count: ~12k

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A/N: Sorry for any grammar or punctuation mistakes, eng isnt my first language

[1 Nov, 2018; 03:46 am; Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Shibuya]

Under the Tokyo sky amid the rubble and the half-destroyed Shibuya Station, silhouettes in dark robes loaded the wounded into cars.“Who the fuck are you?” Wiping the blood from his lip with his sleeve, the guy asked angrily.

“We were just passing through, to be honest," she said with a smile tucking a stray red curl behind her ear and lighting the last cigarette from her pack. “It had been one hell of a long day. Y/N, let's go home already."

The night air blew across the boy's scarred face and it seemed to him that even his eardrums were damaged because he never heard a single gust of wind. Nor did he hear the footsteps of the silhouette next to him. "Hey!" girl's whisper made Itadori come to his senses. In front of him stood a girl seemingly his age, with blonde hair hidden by a black robe. Though she wasn't wearing any kind of mask either, from something he couldn't make out her eyes. “Here, take this," she tried to shove some kind of paper at him. The girl paid no attention to the fright in the boy's eyes, nor to his pose ready to fight, but was still trying to find a pocket in his clothes to shove the piece of paper into. "Call me if you need help," the same girl's hurried whisper barely uttered the phrase before it’s owner disappeared from sight. It took some time before Yuuji came to his senses. Trying to figure out if he was hallucinating under the stress of what had happened, he shoved his hand into his pocket trying to find what the stranger had shoved in there. Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, he carefully unfolded it and stared at the symbols. A phone number. A very ordinary phone number.

Not hallucinations.

[9 Nov, 2018;, 02:31 pm; Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Chiyoda Special District, on the way to Cafe N].

You turned to the blonde girl holding her hand so you wouldn't lose her in the crowd of people rushing about in the center of Tokyo. "Dany, if ya wanted to eat so badly, why couldn't we find a closer café?“ Your peripheral vision kept picking up unfamiliar facial features, the gestures of people talking on the phone, flowering plants scattered in the flowerbeds and neon signs especially invisible in the daylight. If it weren't for the girl pulling you fiercely in the direction of the café, it would have seemed nothing more than a beautiful fake.

"Of course we could, but, first of all, we never take the easy way out," she raised her fist in the air and began flexing her fingers as she listed. “And secondly, people say about some really great Yakiniku here.” You just hummed in response making it clear that you weren't interested in that at all. Although, everyone who knew you at least a little bit knew about your passion for food and many people took shameless advantage of it.

When you opened the door to the café the doorbell alerted everyone to new visitors. Stepping inside, you felt the warm atmosphere. Quiet pleasant music, dim lighting, soft cozy chairs, textured wooden tables, on the walls there were frames with some photos and handwritten inscriptions with warm words. As your gaze clung to the furnishings, Danielle waved her hand at someone sitting at a far table. "What the..." you had time to think before one of the boys, black-haired with small circles under his eyes wearing a white jacket that resembled some sort of school uniform got up from the table and headed towards you. As soon as he changed his position you saw the person sitting behind him. A pink-haired kid. The same kid who had been in Shibuya. You grabbed Dani's hand and immediately stormed out of the cafe."Y/N, wait!” Danielle tried to get through to you, but you stubbornly pulled her away from the place. “I'm the one who gave them the number to contact us in an emergency!” sensing that you hadn't heard a word she said, she pulled her arm out forcing you both to stand in place. “I said wait!”

The black-haired boy who had been running after you all this time repeated her request. "Please, wait!" he stopped beside you, bent down and wrapped his arms around your sides trying to catch his breath. You stared at him silently in anticipation. When he looked up at you, your gaze made him fade and a pale blush broke out on his young cheeks. “I'm sorry. We don't know who else to turn to, but we really need help right now,” his hand went into his jacket and he was ready to pull something out, but you stopped him. "Not here," you said, and nodded your head toward an unremarkable alley. As soon as you started toward the direction you'd indicated, you stopped Danielle. "Not you, young lady. You wanted Yakiniku so badly, so why don't ya go back to the cafe?” you tilted your head slightly to the side and smiled letting her know that this was as far as she could go. Though she pressed her pink lips together, she didn't contradict you.

Your footsteps were accompanied by the sound of drops falling from the drains. The alley reeked of damp, filth and poverty. The shabby walls covered with obscene inscriptions seemed about to collapse. Walking a couple more meters down the wet road, you stopped. Turning to face the boy and smiling to ease the tension between you, you leaned your shoulder against the wall. "First, introduce yourself.”

"Yuta. Okkotsu Yuta, student at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical college," he said in a low voice, rubbing his fingers together.

"Too formal," you chuckled. "What would a student of this college want with my student?” you emphasized the word 'my', but without any anger or irritation in your voice.

Yuta pulled a dark cube out from under his jacket and held it out to you. "Here," you raised your eyebrows in surprise and stared at the boy, waiting for further explanation. “I know it's hard to believe, but there's a man in there right now. And that person is our teacher," the boy exhaled convulsively. He felt the way a five-year-old feels when telling his parents about the scary monster living under the bed. Yuta didn't know who you were. Do you know about cursed energy? About curses? About the sorcerers who fight them? Would you believe him?

You were already twirling the cube in your hands, examining it from every angle. "Okay, let's say it's true," there was a stitched eye on one of the dark edges and judging by the tactile sensations, the frame itself was made of leather. “But what do you want us to do?”

"I wish you'd get him out of there," the boy said, still dumbfounded that he hadn't noticed the way you'd snatched the prison out of his hands. “Please.”

"There's no other way to get him out of there, I take it," you ran the knuckle of your index finger over the stitched eye waiting for some kind of reaction. Nothing.

"No. All the items that could have been used to solve the technique were destroyed by the teacher himself," the boy lowered his eyes to the floor realizing how that sounded.

"That’s ironic," your laugh echoed in the alley. “All right, if you want us to get him out of there, I need at least a little more information, ya know.”

"We don't know much ourselves," the boy's frustrated voice hit your temples. “The only thing we know is that this is the other side of the gate," Yuta pointed to the cube with a nod of his head. "There is the prison realm itself.”

"Prison realm?” you asked with a touch of skepticism in your voice. “Where is it? Is it, like, a subterranean, a facility or is it—“

"No," the boy interrupted you, shaking his head. “It's the same cube, only lighter and there are eyes on all sides of it.”

"Are ya saying that your teacher is in two subjects at once?” With a voice excited with growing interest you asked the boy giving a slight nod in his direction.

"Dunno," Yuta apparently frightened by the sudden change in your mood, backed up a little. "Looks like it.”

"And this prison realm is now located...?” you paused waiting for Yuta to finish your sentence.

"Curse named Kenjiaku," Yuta watched your facial expression, which would probably tell him if you'd heard that name before.

"And let me guess what the catch might be," your voice, filled with sarcasm, drifted down the alley.

"There really is a requirement," Yuta muttered to himself. "The other side of the gate can only be opened in the immediate vicinity of the prison realm.

"Uh-huh," you wiped your face with your hand as if wiping away your disappointment. "Do you have a picture of that curse?" Yuta pulled out his phone and started frantically searching for something. As you watched at him, you couldn't help yourself and quietly put your hand on the guy's wrist that held the phone. "Yuta, calm down," your voice seemed very soft and soothing, and the boy looked up at you. "I won't bite." The boy nodded and smiled weakly back and the atmosphere immediately became more peaceful. After a few minutes, he handed you a cell phone with a picture on it. It showed a boy with fair skin and black hair tied in a tight bundle, though one strand of hair fell loosely over his face. A bright smile lit up the young face.

"He looks different now," Yuta interrupted your observation. "Most of his hair is loose, and his hair is longer. He's wearing something resembling a traditional kimono. There's a huge scar on his forehead." you silently listened to the young man, still looking at the photo.

You've seen this guy before. About a year ago. Pulling a case of headphones out of your pocket, you pulled one out and put it in your ear. The familiar sound of the power on reached your eardrums. "Meg, ya here?" you asked somewhere in the void.

"Here," someone replied mimicking a human yawn, it's voice sounded mechanical. "What does the mortal want?"  

"Let's go find the city camera, Yuta," you said heading toward the street.

"I've seen one around here," the boy grinned and led the way. You could have done it without him, but you let him lead the way.

After walking a couple blocks, there was a traffic camera near a stoplight. You pointed Yuta's phone with the picture right at it. "Meg, see this mug?" you asked someone again.

"Distinctly," the voice replied.

"Can you look it up on city cameras?

"Copy that. If I find it, I'll text you the location right away. 

"Deal," you handed the phone back to the boy, but you noticed that his gaze had gotten sad.

"Hey, what's wrong?" your voice was warm again like a dry summer wind.

"I don't know if I have a right to complain," you wondered at his words. After all, he was still a child, and he had every right to complain. "It's just that the teacher Gojo asked me to keep an eye on Itadori and the others in case something happened to him. And I don't seem to be handling it," the boy's shoulders slumped along with his voice.

"If you're standing here now, it's just proof that you're handling everything just fine," you gently tousled the boy's dark hair with your hand. "Don't ya lose heart. We'll figure something out," as you scrutinized the boy's skin, you began to notice healing scratches, bruises and contusions. "You know, go back to the cafeteria. Get some rest and good food. I take it the last few days have been hard on you. And we'll try to do something about it," you said with soft assurance in your voice, pointing at the cube.

"Would you have lunch with us now?" The boy asked with some hope in his voice.

"I can't, unfortunately, although I wish I could. I just don't like your pink-haired boy. Or rather, what's in him," you exhaled uneasily and Yuta stared at you with surprised eyes. As far as he knew, you'd never looked at Itadori up close. "But I'll walk you back to the café. I need to pick up Danielle anyway."

Walking through the crowd of the same hurrying people back to the familiar cafe, you looked at the colorful small paper lanterns on the windows of the place. From afar these crafts looked marvelous, but as soon as you looked at them closer, you could see the flaws: the glue was too much, a piece of paper was torn off and on the other lantern on the contrary there was too much paper. In fact, it didn't make them any worse. Probably because it looked like they were made by children. Well, it's really a family cafe.

As you tried to see Danielle through the window, you were relieved to see that she wasn't sitting at the same table as Itadori. You immediately wanted to kick yourself for thinking that. He wasn't a leper, and none of this was his fault, but keeping you all safe was your direct responsibility, which you were systematically violating. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Yuta's voice. "Thank you," he blushed faintly. "For coming and... for help."

"Too early for thanks," you smiled back. "But we'll celebrate sometime later. My treat. See ya later," you nodded your head toward the table where Yuji was sitting signaling that Yuta should go. The boy nodded back and hurried over to his friend. You went over to Dany, sighed like an old grandma and plopped down in the chair, threw the cube on the table, and stared at the girl, who was munching on a piece of meat with appetite. "So, my bun, how's it taste?" She looked from you to the cube and back to you then swallowed her food with a loud sound and nodded. "Eat, bun, eat, ya after such antics will not be enough to put a week of work in the canteen. There will be no time to eat there."

"Y/N!" The girl shrieked quietly with indignation and a touch of pity in her voice.

"And don't you dare try to pity me. I know those blue eyes of yours," you wagged your index finger in front of her face. Just as Dany was about to make the most pitiful face in the world and talk about love and mutual aid, you were interrupted by the sound of a notification on your phone. You reluctantly pulled your phone out of your pocket and stared at the notification bar. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise

[02:59pm] Megan: Kyoto Prefecture, Kyoto, Fushimi Inari Shrine, exact coo...

"You're quite fast, though," you muttered under your breath.

You opened the notification and saw coordinates that are more precise. Would the curse, or whoever it is be hiding in such a crowded and sacred place? Seems completely ridiculous. Sounds the same. Anyway, you wouldn't argue with Megan, so it was a good time to go and check out who Kenjiaku was and what he was all about.

[10 Nov, 2018; 08:43pm; Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Fushimi Inari Shrine]

Walking up the mountain called Inari to the temple complex, there was a feeling of an invisible catch. For such a popular place it was strange not to see a single living soul, neither a tourists nor an employees of the complex. Since the eye couldn't get a hold of anything living, the attention shifted to the big picture. Thousands of toriis set up all along the paths of the temple complex standing so densely that they formed corridors. On some of them, the orange lacquer seemed already weathered, faded, though the black symbols that contained the name of the giver and the date were still just as black and bright. Outside of these arches, the caressing whisper of the forest could be heard. Throughout your journey through this place, you came across more than once sculpted images of kitsune standing at many small shrines that held keys in their mouths. It was amusing to contemplate how much people were willing to do to please an imaginary God.

Two things brought you to the main sanctuary of the complex: your sturdy legs and your stubborn nature. A small staircase flanked by familiar fox faces led you up to the gate of the shrine. The building was a traditional architecture of Shinto temples of Japan, which was characterized by simplicity and strictness of lines, a minimum of decorated elements. The only thing that caught the eye was the bright, rich red color. Having admired the view of the sacred place in the rays of the setting sun, your hands pushed open the doors.

As you stepped inside the building, you felt a kind of disappointment. Despite the beautiful facade the interior was almost empty making the space seem ridiculously huge. Yet, beautiful paintings adorned the walls of the temple, a few familiar sculptures stood in the corners and at the end of the room was a tall, but traditional Japanese table. As you ran your fingertips along the shelf, you could feel the dust settling on them. It looked tidy, but abandoned. It was as if the people who watched over this place had vanished into thin air.

The cracking of the rickety floor in the far corner of the room made you raise your head to look at the intruder. He was coming toward you, a man painfully familiar, reminiscent of the man Yuta had shown you the day before.

"Girl, aren't you lost?" the man gave you a warm smile. "The place is closed to the public."

You shifted your eyes from the interior and your keen but wary gaze slid unabashedly from the stranger's head to his feet, then you shifted your gaze back to his eye level. His smile wasn't warm. It was caustic like smoke from a campfire. "Actually, I'm here to see you. Or do you only take appointments?" your demeanor, as if by a click, changed to a friendly one, your face again lit up with a slight smile that was hidden under the black mask. 

"Well, I can take such a marvelous person right now," the man said sitting down at the table at the end of the room and gesturing for you to sit across from him.

Kenjiaku rarely felt restless. Or rather, he rarely felt anything in general, but watching you walk with a calm gait towards a place where you would find yourself only a few centimeters away from him made him act a little more cautious. Though he was looking directly at you, he didn't sense your presence. As he gazed into your gut he realized he couldn't see or feel any of the cursed energy, not even the slightest manifestation of it. Though there wasn't a gram of the usual magic in you, your aura still made him feel a slight... discomfort. No more, no less.

Another one of the Zenin clan? There are too many differences. Outwardly at least.

"That's nice to hear," you said settling back into your chair. "I didn't realize curses could be so welcoming."

"Do you know who I am?" Kenjaku's voice had a slight aristocratic arrogance to it.

"Not really," you said with a shrug. Not wanting to waste any more time on small talk and greetings, you pulled a dark cube out of your backpack, which was laden with all sorts of colorful trinkets and placed it on the table right in front of Kenjiaku's nose.

"Oh," he replied with a fake disappointment in his voice. "I see".

"Well, since you understand then why don't you just give up the prison realm without all the strife and fights?" you asked trying to keep your impatience in check.

The sound of the man's laugh filled the temple room for a second. The curse understood your purpose, but he had no idea what tools you possessed to accomplish it. The whole thing was like a game of Uno, but without the constraints of any game rules and the players held the cards they came up with. "Well, if you're so eager to play, let's play," Kenjiaku thought to himself and taking a light cube with eyes on all sides from the folds of his kimono placed it next to your dark cube on the table.

The urge to immediately examine the unknown object made you lower your eyes to the artifact. Already the very appearance of the prison realm evoked extremely unpleasant feelings, maybe even odious, most likely due to the fact that the frame consisted of human skin. But you set aside your preconceived notions and began to consider the object from a theoretical point of view. The joints of the object looked perfectly straight, the planes of the faces were not distorted, though from the angle of your gaze, it would seem that they should be. The object itself seemed so light, as if it were weightless, and seemed about to break away from the surface of the table. From every angle, the cube looked perfect. But here's the catch: nothing is perfect in nature. And then something clicked in your brain. A trap without bait.  "Isn't that too cheap a trick for a curse of your level?" you asked the man. There wasn't an ounce of challenge in your voice, more of a casual human interest.

"You did notice, though," Kenjiaku said with barely perceptible surprise in his voice. "Good. I suppose I could go a little further."

As soon as your eyelids closed to allow your eyes to refresh the visual information coming into your brain, at the same moment the space was filled with dozens of the same absolutely identical light cubes. They seemed to be everywhere: on the table, on the floor, on the few shelves, on the chairs and some of them occupied quite distorted position in space and stood on the edges, others seemed to be glued to the objects as if the gravitational field had changed, and the center of gravitation was no longer the Earth, but these very objects, and others were indifferently frozen in the air. You threw your head up and realized that the artifacts covered even the ceiling. Whatever the case, you should deal with problems as they came. As much as you didn't want to make small talk, you wanted to fight even less. So, small talk. "Aren't ya a Copperfield," you said, stretching the last word deliberately. "I'm interested in the secret of another trick," you looked away from the ceiling and returned your head to its usual position, staring into the dark eyes opposite. "You were killed a year ago. So what the hell are you doing here?"

"No one killed me," Kenjiaku looked away for a second as if remembering something. "You see, almost all of you out of my... How do you put it? Oh, yes," he flicked his middle finger and thumb, "League."

"Ya know, there are a few things that go against the laws of the creation," you said interlocking the fingers of your hands on the table looking at the huge scar on the man's forehead. "First is playing with time and the second is, oddly enough," you shrugged, waiting for him to finish his sentences for you, but it didn't happen. "Resurrection."

"I've never resurrected a person I've transplanted my brain into," Kenjaku said, his chin slightly pointed. "Though I have to admit, sometimes they do get in my way. Sharing a body with someone is hard, after all."

"Ya don't have to lie to me," you shook your head slightly maintaining eye contact with the curse. The tone of your voice didn't change, though it began to resemble a modest growing storm. "Besides, I didn't say anything about the bodies you're using. I was talking about you,"

A quiet but growing rough male laugh filled the room. "I've never resurrected myself," Kenjiaku said, still laughing mockingly. "It's just one of my techniques."

"You can call a dinghy a brigantine or a galleon," you said waving your hand lightly at his words. "It wouldn't stop being a dinghy."

"It doesn't matter at all," the man said shaking his head. "Even if the creation has its own laws, it doesn't seem to care who enforces them."

"Have you ever heard of systematic error of the survivor?" you asked tilting your head slightly to the side. "Or is the term too... human for you?"

"Yes, you're right," Kenjiaku continued adjusting the sleeves of his kimono: "I don't care much about humanity. Especially when you consider that humanity will soon cease to exist. At least as you are used to seeing it.

"Is there any use in asking you what you mean?" you asked raising an eyebrow. There was a visceral silence in the room. The curse either didn't plan to let you in on its plans or it was thinking about how best to present the information. You wanted the coin to fall on its lucky side.

"I'm gonna to make all humans shamans," Kenjiaku began. Bingo. "Of course, it won't be easy to unite all the people with Master Tengen."

"Who is Master Tengen?" you asked the curse.

"A sorcerer with immortality technique," the man said. "He also provides barriers for the Tokyo and Kyoto sorcery colleges," he added noticing your puzzled look, "His barriers prevent the flow of cursed energy from escaping, as well as providing protective functions.

"Nah, still don't get it," you said propping your cheek up with your hand.

"Of course you don't get it," Kenjiaku said, smiling mockingly at the thought of how stupid people can be. "All I have to do is merge my barriers with Tengen's.

"And yet, such transition would require an enormous amount of energy," you stated a fact.

"This is the most interesting part. A death migration will be organized to collect the cursed energy," the curse said savoring every word. "I will move the sorcerers to certain selected areas surrounded by their own barriers, so that they fight and kill each other. This is how the cursed energy will build up. They can't go beyond these barriers or they'll die. If the number of people in the area remains unchanged for twelve days, everyone within the barrier will die. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, " his smile became so wide that it seemed as if his jaw was about to break. "Cursed energy would build up even when non-sorcerers were killed."  

"I thought it would be something interesting, but in reality it sounds like regular genocide," you were already hiding half your face in your hand, which your head was resting on, out of boredom. At first, you listened to his plan with enthusiasm, but the more he talked the more it all looked like the notes of a madman. Who's the fool now?

"And to further anger your creation, I will say that some shamans and even non-sorcerers will become vessels for shamans of past generations," he said, clearly trying to tease you.

"Whatever," you said leaning back in your chair and tucking your hands under the table. Your casual conversation had gone on too long, but the cautious plan still hadn't matured in your head. If you act directly, what are the odds of it working? Biological objects subjected to magic sometimes behave unpredictably. When you take into account the fact that the object theoretically contains a biological subject it further reduced the chances of success. Finally, you had no idea where the actual cube was, so the spell would be diffuse rather than directed. Without removing your hands from under the table, you joined the index fingers and thumbs of your hands so that they now formed a triangle. As soon as they closed, without giving you time for further doubts and thinking about the consequences your inner voice said:

      "Offset."

Just as the curse opened its mouth to say something, in the silence of an instant there was a thud somewhere behind the curse's left shoulder. Your gazes instantly darted in the direction the noise came from. The fakes immediately dissipated as if Kenjiaku had lost concentration for a second, and turning his head back in your direction, he saw your sly gaze shift from the cube directly at him. You instantly jumped up from your seats, your hands on the table, and you said, without letting him get a word in edgewise. "It was a pleasure to talk to such an extraordinary person," you pulled away from the table and took a step back. "But I'll take my leave for now. Goodbye,"

With that, you turned around, opening your back, and headed towards the exit. "That sneaky bitch," Kenjiaku thought to himself. Now he was faced with two choices: attack you from behind or head for the cube revealing his own back. Both options were a lose-lose, he had done too much to accomplish what he had planned and he didn't want to stumble over something as simple as underestimating his opponent. He couldn't just take and pull the cube to himself since the one who was sitting inside strongly resisted it. So, the third option was to walk you to the exit and watch until your silhouette disappeared from the horizon.  

Kenjiaku followed your steady gait slowing his steps as he approached the doorway. The starlight was almost gone only to return again tomorrow allowing time to run again. The sky was shrouded in all sorts of delicate shimmers, the soft hand of nature painting over the hard joints between colors making purples and vinous dance together. Only your outline grew darker and darker as you moved further away from the shrine as there was no more daylight left to reflect off of it. Ironically, while Kenjiaku was watching your shadow, you were already standing behind him. With the urge to stab him in the back and give yourself away, you lifted the prison realm with a slight movement and disappearing with the faint black haze, you were back to being the one the curse was watching so intently. "Yoink," you chirped, examining the light cube in your hands from all sides, your face lighting up again with a smile. "Well, boxy, let's go home," you didn't want to think how many reserves of luck you've exhausted today and how many of these reserves are still left. After all, it wasn't your fault that Kenjiaku hadn't been taught one simple truth: when chasing an enemy, don't forget to look behind you.

 

[20 Dec, 2018; 06:32pm; Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Tokyo Magic College]

Over the past few days, the very days that Gojo had spent in the cube, the magical college had undergone some changes and to be more precise, one huge change: when the teacher first returned here, he saw solid ruins. From the words of his students, he realized that it was the work of Kenijaku. The aftermath of their battle with Master Tengen the outcome of which had alarmed many shamans: Master Tengen was dead and the rat had escaped from the ship. The last slivers of Tokyo College were left without barriers, without protection and even without a principal. As of late, dark circles and small wrinkles began to appear under his heavenly eyes, his white skin becoming drier and tighter. Pulling on the mask of cheerful frivolity over the constant lack of sleep was getting harder. Every time he found himself in bed in the twilight tousling strands of snow-white hair with the fingers of one hand, Gojo unwillingly plunged into unnecessary thoughts and the thought that his students were almost the last thing keeping him afloat scrabbled pitifully in the back of his mind. He wanted to laugh at his own childish behavior because somewhere in his chest, in a place much deeper than the human soul there was an unfamiliar female voice that filled the entire absolute gut of the sorcerer with a measured sonata - that was really the last thing that would not let Gojo fall into oblivion.

With their own efforts, out of chips, planks and stones the students managed to restore the college's residential building. Of course, it was hard to see the former grandeur among the piles of construction debris and destruction, but the students valued this place not for its monumental architecture, but for the opportunity to be near each other. There was a consoling positive side to the whole situation: now the entire area of the college could be used as a training ground.

Ever since the day Gojo had scheduled the battle of the king of curses for December 24, he hadn't given his students a break. Even though he was seemingly confident of his unconditional victory he always wanted his students to become stronger. He was no longer shy about getting directly involved in the training. Since then, his students had not only become observers of his battles with curses, they had become sensei's "opponents" themselves. Gojo made them dodge, counterattack and even take on red, blue, black lightning and the whole arsenal that wouldn't result in death. There was no shame in even applying territory expansion a few times to let the students - their bodies and minds - get used to the highly unusual conditions during battle and sending them to places that registered even the slightest amount of cursed energy. Even though Gojo himself was the initiator of such intensive training, he was alarmed by the rapid changes in his students. Changes that were invisible even to his six eyes, but here was his sixth sense unpleasantly scrabbling claws at the back of his neck, not weak enough to forget about it, but not strong enough to give it much importance. The transformation wasn't bad, quite the opposite, the students were more confident, more adaptable, maybe even stronger. He had only been gone for nineteen days and while that was comparable to a lifetime in their world, it was not at all the length of time in which such a leap in transformation could occur. All their routine and conversations about everything went on as usual, but not until Gojo began to inquire, either directly or by subterfuge about who had gotten him out of the prison realm. The students all as one would start averting their eyes either sideways or upward pretending to try to remember something, but no matter the place or time, no matter who was now standing in front of Gojo the answer was always the same: "we don't know." Once again sitting at the lunch table, he began to gently question the students, but once again he ran into a blank wall. "Who would have thought my students would become so heartless in my absence? Not even you, Yuji. I didn't expect this from you!" sensei propped his head up with his hand glaring at the boy.

"And we didn't expect you to take an unscheduled almost three-week vacation right in the middle of a battle," the invisible assistant in the face of irony tried his best to help Itadori evade his teacher's tricky questions.

As powerful as Gojo was, he couldn't make truth serum. And he wouldn't use it on his students. Probably not. The only thing left to do was to sigh dramatically and accept his defeat, but he always had the last word. "Meanie!" Gojo left the room with his hands in the air taking all the sweets on the table. Whatever had happened in the end, once he was back in the world there was more work to be done, so it was high time he got to it.

***

[same time, ~2 hours difference from Tokyo; 04:32pm, Cambodia, Angkor region]

Climbing closer and closer to the sunlight literally from the depths of the Earth, among the dilapidated slab-paved roads, among the now-unpreserved columns that were once decorated with ornaments, surrounded by walls of fine-grained sandstone on which bas-reliefs of deities from Hindu mythology were occasionally found, you climbed the rocky wall, every now and then nervously checking your right pocket to make sure that what you came here for was still there.

"Damn Cambodia and its damn underground systems!" You shouted in annoyance to yourself as you continued crawling. "It's okay, just a few more steps and we'll be home."

Grab!

You clung to the very last ledge trying not to look down. The height wasn't scary to you and neither was the abyss you'd left behind, but who knows? Maybe just this once the darkness beneath your feet would have eyes.

Your legs pushed you forward relentlessly, light shone through the ivy-covered walls and you knew the way out was near. You pulled out of your pocket what you'd been running around for days and there wasn't a part of your body that wasn't aching from the eternal bumps and falls. Being clumsy sucks.

An elongated splintered sphere within which a tiny yellow core was visible through its orange shards - your eye was trying to study every part of the artifact, just in case it suddenly disappeared. "I wish I could squeeze you in my hand harder. But you're electrocuting yourself, ya know," you said taking your backpack off your tired tense shoulders to put the artifact away. In your pursuit of unbelievable objects you couldn't figure out if you were doing a good thing or if you were following your selfish desire to disappear somewhere on the ends of the Earth, but as long as the former coincided with the latter, you chased the intrusive thoughts away from you. The only thing you cared about now was that the artifact would be useful because many of them had fantastic, but for you absolutely useless properties and you were only interested in the second category: artifacts capable of releasing a huge amount of stable energy. The amount of energy released had to be so great that it had to be enough to power a small town. A notional compact power plant.

***

[06:39pm, Cambodia, on the approach to the capital Phnom Penh]

One of your delicate but wounded hands was gripping the steering wheel securely, the other leaning against the open window frame of the car. You couldn't deny yourself the small urge to stick your hand out the window and let the slightly damp but hot air flow through your fingers. You took your gaze off the road for a second and directed it to your hand, which was now catching the northeast monsoon, with the beautiful backdrop of Tonle Sap Lake in the sunset sunlight, which happily allowed people to set up floating villages on its restless waters. The silence of the rental car's interior was broken only by gusts of wind and your carefully crafted playlist, with each song your soul became more and more relaxed, but as soon as you were connected again, your phone was bursting with notifications. You weren't a fan of reading messages while driving, but something caught your eye.

[06:40pm] Itadori Yuji: Y/N, I can't keep quiet anymore teacher Gojo is asking more and more uncomfortable questions every day!!! 

[06:42pm] Can we just tell him already? only 4 days away

[06:42pm] He started prying into my phone more than usual I cant delete the story every time, I cant even sign u in

[06:54pm] Y/N, r u there?

[07:01pm] I won't say anything without your approval but to make you feel bad know that your silence breaks my heart :(

You sighed inaudibly. Itadori had gotten what he wanted: your conscience had pulled the rustiest needle out of the farthest pocket and wasn't shy about stabbing you in the heart. But it wasn't because you ignored the boy's messages. Angry reproach for getting involved in all of this was just starting to brew in your head. Fortunately or not, your train of thought was abruptly interrupted.

[INCOMING CALL: ITADORI YUJI]

"Y/N, where are you? What took you so long to answer? I thought I was going to have a panic attack!" Yuuji whispered. "What's up? Can I tell him everything?

"Kid, tell me, have you gotten so rich lately that you make international calls?" you said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean international calls? Where are you?" Itadori's whispering grew louder and louder, panic rising with each word.

"In Cambodia, there was a—" you began to speak, but the boy cut you short.

"Eek!" Yuji ended the call in a hurry. You laughed as you typed the message.

[07:04pm] You: I'd hate to scrape off your bursting from impatience body off the walls, but don't say anything to anyone. Don't ruin first impression, see ya!

Only one thought was spinning in your head: you didn't want any first, second, or even third impressions.

***

Eager to pass the time until your flight back to Tokyo, you wandered through the center of Cambodia's capital strolling leisurely along one of the central boulevards. The evening air, mixed with the smells of fruits, freshly baked rice flour baguettes, fish sauce and river water filled your lungs. You decided to give your legs a little rest and after walking a few dozen more steps and not finding any benches, you sat down on the side of one of the stone flowerbeds, trying not to crumple or damage the flowers growing in it. Your gaze was directed toward the Independence Monument, which towered grandly over the center of the city in the twilight, but you looked through it into your own thoughts. In such moments, you could finally feel that same fragile calm that constantly eluded you in a daily routine filled with countless deaths and eternal pursuit. While you were on one side of the world tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, on the other side of the horizon a sorcerer was striding toward his room, finally feeling the sleepy rush. Gojo stepped into the room closing the door very quietly behind him. The sorcerer's tired body as if filled with wet sand began to lazily and carelessly throw off his clothes, dirty from the day's countless training sessions and literally collapsed on the bed. As soon as Gojo closed his heavy eyelids, a familiar female voice echoed in his head making his heart clench painfully.

"Good night, boxy."

[21 Dec, 2018; 09:39pm; Japan, Aomori Prefecture, north of Higashidori village, hunters' headquarters]

You walked forward along the familiar road making your way through a forest of densely growing conifers. Through the cedar pines and firs you could already see a familiar cliff rising up surrounded by proud, impregnable cliffs against which the waves of the eastern sea were crashing on the horizon. The vegetation began to thin and you walked along the lower level of the cliff, straight to the entrance, which looked more like the entrance to a cave than to a dwelling. The darkness enveloped your eyes as you stepped into the huge crevice, and the further you went, the more you were guided by memory than by sight. You walked forward exactly twenty-three steps and turned clockwise thirty degrees and nothing but your sixth sense told you that you were right in front of the iron door. It was only on the third try that your tired hand found the key card in your pocket among the rest of the junk and you tapped your shoe to the ground in impatience and placed the card against the left side of the door at your eye level. The door creaked as it began to move aside, and as soon as you stepped inside, the mechanism returned the metal door to its previous position with the same quiet clank. You found yourself inside a bright, sterile room, no bigger than the smallest closet and after five seconds you turned your body exactly 45 degrees clockwise. After another five seconds, you did the same maneuver, and so on until you were in your initial position. An invisible speaker emitted three short beeps. The lines of your hand became covered in a dark walking haze and at the same moment an unpretentious but elegant dagger appeared in your hand. Knowing the whole procedure perfectly well, you pricked your finger and smeared a small amount of the secreted blood on the wall in front of you. The blood from the surface disappeared faster than three short beeps, the wall opened and you found yourself on the basement floor of your house. The space was filled with carelessly standing boxes, in which lay both old worn-out clothes and cartridges of different caliber, construction waste, spare parts from different mechanisms, scrap metal, the smell of paint and acetone was in the air. Your feet were already leading you up the metal stairs, each step making a distinct clanking sound under your soles.

The quiet of the house was broken by the creak of the door opening, the rustle of shoes being kicked off, the clank of a key being tossed onto the nightstand and your barely audible hitching of breath. You stopped beside the nightstand and looked up at the mirror that hung above it. In the darkness you could only make out the outline of your upper face, a black mask always covered the lower part of it and the desire to take it off at least at home was rapidly diminishing every day. Once again, you bringing your hands to your face, stopped. After hesitating for a few seconds, you shook your head chaotically and lowered your hands. When you pulled yourself away from the mirror, you quietly walked further along the varnished wooden floor and wanting to know if there was anyone at home whose peace you might have disturbed, you asked somewhere in the void. "Meg, is anyone home?" you tilted your head up slightly waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Kyle's been waiting for you," the voice replied with a distinctly mechanical quality to it. "And so am I, by the way."

"Megan, I'm sorry, but you know I've been out of touch," you sounded justified mixed with exhaustion.

"It didn't bother you before," Megan said with resentment in her voice. Even after so much time with Megan you couldn't tell for sure if she was really feeling human emotions or if she'd learned to mimic them and used them cleverly.

"It was different," you said wiping your face with both hands, trying to push the exhaustion away. "Oh, who knew there would be an AI with feelings?

"I didn't just show up," Megan said. "You're the one who made me this way," she said forgetting for a moment that her original job had been to state dry facts and relay information. "Don't exaggerate," you grinned shaking your head slightly.

As you took a few steps further down the corridor, your peripheral vision caught a tall silhouette. Just as you were about to become alert, a switch flicked and a light illuminated the far room. In the light of the lamp the silhouette took on the distinct shape of a man leaning against one of the wooden columns. The cold light fell on the sharp features of his face; his temples and the back of his head were shaved, but from the top of his head his blue-black hair fell in random strands across his face covering his deep dark green eyes. Beneath the t-shirt and pajama pants, he was in excellent physical shape, the visible part of his arms looking taut and wiry. A dark geometric tattoo could be seen from underneath the t-shirt that exposed his collarbone a bit. Despite his arrogant look, your eyes met his warm gaze. "Oh, my God, honey, I missed you so much!" You jumped across the room and ignoring the guy, hugged the refrigerator.

"That's your style," the young man laughed not even trying to pretend you hurt his feelings.

"Sorry Kyle, I haven't eaten in days, food fogs my mind," you laughed with him and hugged him tightly.

"I know, hun. I missed you. And yeah, there's a surprise in the fridge," and while he was saying all that, he kept kissing the top of your head.

You looked at him in disbelief "It's just food, isn't it?" You turned back to the refrigerator and opened it with a jerk. As you looked around the shelves filled with food, your gaze caught sight of a clear box decorated with little bows and a huge cheesecake inside and several cartons of chocolate milk that stood next to it. You peeked out from behind the refrigerator door and stared at Kyle with a squinted suspicious look, he only nodded his head in response letting you know it was all yours alone.

Just as your hand reached for the box, you heard loud, quick footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey, adoptee! Don't ya wanna give me a hug?" The tall red-haired girl flew into the kitchen and crossed her arms over her chest pouting her lips.

"Rachel! How did you…" You slammed the refrigerator door shut and rushed toward her. "I mean, I didn't know you were home, I'm sorry!" You hugged her wrapping your arms around her cheeks and kissing her tanned round face. She crinkled her dark green eyes every time you accidentally grazed them with your lips.  

"I'll set the table for us for now," Kyle announced, looking at your tendrils.

While Kyle scoured the fridge for the food you needed, you decided to take a quick refreshing shower and put on your clean, soft pajamas after your warm reunion. As you walked down the stairs from the second floor, you smelled the delicious aroma of tuna sandwiches and as you moved closer to the table, you saw that there were three golden crusted sandwiches on your plate and a nearby basket full of fruit. As you sat down as a small family at the table Kyle began to question you. "So, are you going to tell me where you've been this time?" he asked slicing your cheesecake for you.

"In Cambodia!" you replied, without really getting through a bite of sandwich. 

"What, running around scaring the local tourists?" He asked mockingly, but Kyle always does that. Kindly.

"I'd love to, but this time I had to run underground," you replied with your mouth still full. Suddenly you get a light slap."Hey!" you turned to Rach, at which point she grabbed your nose with two fingers.

"How many times have I told ya to chew your food better? " The girl asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Got it, giving up, white flag, let go!" Rachel couldn't keep her stern big sister expression and laughed because of your stuffed nose and mouth full of food.

"By the way, look what I found!" And with that, you pulled out the small sphere that had been in your backpack all this time. You squeezed the sphere a little harder than you should have, and a small but noticeable electric shock went through you. You dropped the sphere, and it fell onto the wooden table, leaving a charred mark on it.   

"What the hell is that?" Kyle asked disapprovingly squinting his eyes as he methodically peeled the skin off the apple with his knife. 

"Dunno," you shrugged. "I haven't found out yet."

"Uh-huh, just like the last fifty pieces of bling," Rachel grumbled to herself.

You ignored her grumbling and continued. "But I really hope this thing can provide a steady flow of energy. There is a possibility that it was an amulet of Lakshmi, the consort of the god Vishnu. She was the source of the god's power and splendor filling him with energy. According to one legend, she leaves Vishnu when she sees the violation of moral standards in the story of Bhrigu. It's said that before disappearing from the divine world, she placed a piece of her soul there," you said gazing intently into the sphere.

"Sorry, says who? Voices in your head?" Kyle looked at you with his hand resting on his chin.

"Yep, and they also tell me you'll be sleeping outside tonight," you said rolling your eyes.

It was decided to spend the rest of the evening in silence. Kyle was on his phone, working on a training for the younger kids, Rachel had decided to collapse on the couch to the evening news, the newscaster broadcasting something about the Japanese prime minister's intentions to meet with the Iranian president and the release of radioactive water from the Fukushima nuclear power plant and you were doing the dishes humming your favorite songs to yourself.

You didn't remember whose decision it was to have panoramic windows in the hall, but now it seemed the best decision in the world. The cold night wind touched it with a gentle hand of nature and when you opened them, the hand touched you. It was good to feel alive even in spite of all those events that remained a scorched stigma on your past. Even if you weren't always up to the task, you successfully crushed the bright flashes of memories with the sole of your hardened character.

      "...a tour bus traveling the Kyoto-Nara route was found in the middle of the highway near the village Ide..."

The newscaster's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Without taking your eyes off the window, through which you could see the troubled bay glittering blue, you began to listen to the newscaster’s words.

      "...completely empty, there was no sign of a struggle inside the bus or in the immediate vicinity..."

You are not surprised that no one has been able to find a trace of the missing people. The very beasts described in the Bibl, called by man as demons are particularly careful and calculating.

      "...a search operation has been organized, anyone with any information should contact the nearest police station..."

A crazy grin escaped your lips and you wanted to wish the federal authorities good luck because they would have to look in a dimension other than this one. Unconsciously, your thoughts drifted to the people on the bus. The young ones, under thirty, would most likely be used for the merger. The rest would either be butchered or enslaved, perhaps even sexual. You vividly imagined a pool of blood spreading on the ground, with a kneecap, a severed arm and a couple of severed vertebrae floating in it; the wet crunch of grinding bones, accompanied by a tight exhausted whimper replayed in your brain. Suddenly your keen hearing distinguishing the fictitious from the real, detected a rustle that broke the twilight's deceptive peace. Faint unfamiliar footsteps were heard at the other end of the room. Your soul became alert, and you became alert with it. "Good evening," came a hoarse voice from the darkness of the corridor.

"Good evening, Mr. Dead Principal!" you exhaled inaudibly, smiled and waved to the man.

***

"Here, your tea," you handed the hot mug to Principal Yaga. "Why are you on your feet? Didn't doc warn you that you were too weak now?"

"Thank you," the man took a sip and continued. "He warned me, but I heard him talking to someone and told me that you had arrived," the principal paused for a moment and added. "I wanted to thank you personally."

"You shouldn't have. You seemed ready to die," you said, a note of understanding slipping into your words. "Besides, it wasn't me who saved you, it was that redhead rascal over there," your thumb pointed behind you at the snoring Rach. "I wasn't even there."

"But she was there on your orders," the director said.

"It wasn't an order," you replied taking a sip of freshly brewed coffee from your mug.

"Anyway," he said shrugging and you chuckled softly. "I never knew you felt like a battered sack of potatoes after resurrection," the headmaster tried to stretch his neck with naughty hands.

"Technically you're not resurrected, you just didn't have time to die," you frowned your eyebrows slightly.

"You mean it was some kind of clinical death?" 

"You could call it that, of course," you shrugged and took a sip of coffee from your mug. "But routine terms don't really fit our way of life. The situations aren't exactly, uh, mundane."

"May I ask how you did it?"

"There is some sort of, uh, what do you call them? Tech? Nevermind. Anyway, we know it's very dangerous to play with time, but it's possible to freeze certain processes separately. Biological ones, among others. For an uninformed person it is much easier to freeze it, but those who know about it, consciously "turn off" the possibility of this manipulation with their body. After all, not everyone uses this technique for good," you tried to explain gesturing vigorously with your hands and having finished your explanation awkwardly put them around the mug. There was silence. It wasn't tense, just a silence between the person who had saved one life and the person who could save that life. Your chipped fingernails drove cracks in the table and thoughts that it would be a good idea to cut them off right now occupied your mind. You just had to focus on something to keep from feeling the pain.

"So now I shouldn't let anyone know I'm alive?" the principal interrupted the silence.

"Ya shouldn't," you said, shaking your head. "Your people have something coming up in three days and ya're too weak to help," you sighed, your index finger sliding over the rim of your cup. "I think the news that those who should be underground by now are sitting quietly drinking tea somewhere on the edge of Japan is going to bring them down. Well, maybe it might make them happy, but we're not taking any risks. On top of that, let the opposing side think you're outnumbered.

"Gojo scheduled the battle for December 24? " The headmaster asked in amazement raising his eyebrows.

"Yep, he did!" you leaned back in your chair, looked at the headmaster and laughed. "Your student has a lot of quirks."

"You have no idea how many," Yaga grinned realizing he missed his annoying former student. "Let me ask you, will you intervene?"

"We won't interfere until we realize things are going badly," you replied, your face twisted into a sly smile. "You know the politics of thugs and thieves," you said and then it was Principal Yaga's turn to laugh.

The evening was turning to night, and moths began to fly in through the open window circling the kitchen wall garland that you used instead of a nightlight. You watched the tiny wings flutter in the shimmering light thinking about how to present the information unknown to the director in a gentler way. You knew you couldn't delay this conversation, so you grabbed the mug as if it would give you some kind of support and blurted it out. "I'm sorry to report, but Master Tengen is dead," you exhaled silently, a small but heavy weight lifting from your soul.

"That's how it is," the principal said after a short pause, you could hear him swallow. "What about the Tokyo College?"

"Splinters," you scrutinized your fingers trying to avoid eye contact as if you were an accomplice.

"Is there anything else I should know?" The headmaster asked and you drained the mug in two gulps and set it down on the wooden table with a loud clatter.

"One who used to be in Itadori, uh," you hesitated trying to find the right words. "It seems he's in Megumi now."

"Sukuna Ryomen?" The director's voice exploded, but when he saw your eyes widen, he quickly calmed down. "Why would he do that?"

"Is that what you're asking me?" you raised your eyebrows pointing one hand toward yourself. "No idea. Maybe it was a change of scenery or maybe it was a plan."

You felt an unpleasant chill in your chest at your own words. You tilted your head back and stared up at the dark ceiling letting the rising tide of anxiety fill your head for a moment. Besides the fact that the demons' actions had been out of control lately, the curses were now on a full scale.

"I apologize for the interruption," Kyle's voice behind you pulled you out of your dazed state. "Y/N, devices for our kids ready yet?"

"Yeah, look in the workroom, top right desk drawer", you said.

"It's easy to find a table in this Filipino dump," Kyle said with irony in every word. You cocked your head up and looked at Kyle.

"Good, maybe ya can clean it up!" you exclaimed, clapping your hands like a child.

"Dream on!" he lightly ruffled your hair, and headed toward the door that led to the basement.

"It's very late, and you must be tired," you said, turning to Principal Jaga. "Go back to the infirmary, or I'll complain to doc about his patient walking around without his permission. He doesn't like that and won't tolerate it," you stood up, pushing your chair behind you. "You'll be out of lunch muffins for a week," and at the same time you turned around, following Kyle into the workroom.

***

As you walked past the kitchen, you glanced at the ridiculously colored refrigerator. The farther you walked across the cold floor of the house the more the warming feeling in your chest grew. You adored this place. Even though the air outside these walls was filled with callousness, at home every particle was filled with love. Even the particles that made up the damn appliances.

"We're not going to buy it," Kyle shook his head erratically from side to side. "Don't even think about it. No."

"Why? Give me one reason!" you started whimpering like a little baby.

"Let me see... Probably because it's RED and has freakin' PINK CHAMOMILE on the front of it!" You tried to keep a sad expression on your face to his words, but your lips twitching from holding back laughter gave you away.  "It's fucking fashion disaster," he mumbled, covering his face with his hand. You laughed so hard you had to clutch your hands to your stomach.

***

You sat on the curb outside an appliance store in the blazing June sun, with only the wind, like a hero from the books, saving your overheated bodies."Ya know I hate you," Kyle said with his hands on his cheeks. "You and your gift for persuasion."

"I know, hun. So are we gonna order movers or are we gonna do this on our own?"

When you entered the workroom the colors were familiar to your eyes. It could have seemed that there were colors here that didn't even exist in nature. They were everywhere: on the floor, on the walls and even somehow managed to reach the ceiling. Various caustic chemical stains, scuffs, fuel oil marks - looking at all this splendor you even felt ashamed. Just a little bit. Because this room used to be sterile white. Approaching Kyle from the back, you began to watch as he rummaged through your desk.

"Okay, here they are, I think," Kyle pulled something that looked like an impossibly thin black spider web out of a drawer. He folded the devices neatly into a black metal box and was about to leave the workroom. "Fucking Jesus!" He almost let go of the object. "Stop sneaking up on people like that!"

"Sorry, sorry, habit!" you grabbed the guy's forearms to keep him off balance, "Did ya find everything?"

"Yeah, think so, albeit barely. "

"Cut it out, I promise to clean this place up!" You pouted playfully for a second, but in the same instant your face took on a slightly worried expression. You had a favor to ask Kyle. "Look, I know you got along with the kids from Tokyo College, so could you help them out in three days? I mean, just be in range, just in case. Take Rach and a couple other guys with you," a feeling of unease made you look away. "It'll be safer that way."

"Even if I was against the idea, wouldn't you do it your way again and run over there to see the whole thing with your own eyes?

"Actually, that's what I wanted to do," you smiled at how well Kyle knew you. "But I can't. I have things to do in Karnak.

"Egypt? Are you fucking kidding me?" The men's got his eyes on you. "You literally just got back, you're a mess!" you bit your lip under his angry glare. "Look, this is not a joke. You just got back, you need to recuperate. Moreover, you have a raid in a week. Are you even thinking straight?" Kyle hasn't taken his eyes off you.

"No, I hit it when I was a kid, I think," you put your hand dramatically to your forehead.

"Why do you need to go there? I mean, why the urgency?"

"Hun, you know perfectly well why. Marragta's core is nearly depleted of energy. How do you propose we supply Hopetown with electricity? Build a nuclear power plant?" you ran your hands through your hair in concern. "Besides, if there's no electricity, the desalination units will stop working and most importantly without a steady flow of power the installed relics will stop working and the town will be left without protection!" you were doing everything you could to keep from snapping at the Kyle. "Don't we have enough problems?"

"It's not like ya have to run around the world checking every myth or legend for accuracy!" Kyle was starting to feel more frustrating. Even though his tone of voice hadn't changed, you were always good at reading between the lines even if it was for your own good. "Ya knew they were rarely true."

"I do. I'm well aware of that. But I'd rather regret what I've done than do nothing," you said through clenched teeth.

"I don't understand why we can't just use dark energy? I doubt the universe would be greedy about it," Kyle rubbed the fingers of his hands together in confusion. He hated being helpless, but he hated not being able to help you even more.

"Dark energy is extremely unstable in the long run. It has to be used here and now and even that doesn't guarantee that you won't disappear with it after it's used. We've talked about this many times and we won't discuss it again," you waved your hand in his direction, signaling that the conversation was over.

Kyle had been there for you since you were a child, even though you'd never needed it. He'd been one of the first witnesses to your first steps, your first words, your first bad joke, even though he was a little older than you. All his deep tenderness for you, which had been building up in him since the day you appeared was shattered every time by your recklessness filling every shard with anxiety and every sudden disappearance of yours provoked such a quarrel even if there was no proper ground for it. After each conflict you felt Kyle's confused gaze on you and each time one of you took a step towards. "Kyle—" you exhaled, but the guy immediately interrupted you. 

"I'm sorry I snapped you like that. Ya know I'm just really worried about you," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with a careful movement of his hand.

"I know, it's your role as big brother, so get over it," you smiled and returned to your radiant state. You reached out to hug Kyle, but your phone vibrated on your screen.

"Who else at this hour? " Kyle asked, peering at your phone screen and you looked away before he could read the caller's name and answered it.

"Itadori?" You sounded surprised and worried at the same time. You heard heavy breathing, wind howling and snow rustling on the other end of the phone.

"Uh... Uh, Y/N," Yuji's voice shivering from the cold finally came through the phone. "It seems I have gotten lost in the forest near your house."  

***

You wrapped Yuji's shivering body in a soft colorful blanket as he sat on the bed in your workroom. He looked from you to Kyle shaking from the cold trying to say something, but his teeth were chattering and he wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, only his brown eyes visible from beneath the soft fabric. Kyle looked at the situation, and tilted his head in your direction. "I think I'll make some cocoa and look for the old heater," he said softly and turned and headed for the door.

"If ya decide to add whiskey to it, I suggest ya start being afraid now," you jokingly warned Kyle.

"Mercy," the guy dramatically put the back of his hand to his forehead and slammed the door shut winking at you.  You flopped down on the floor next to the bed waiting for him to warm up enough to say something. Looking at Yuji's blue face, you were willing to bet yourself that his skin was tingling unpleasantly right now. With that thought you got up off the floor and went to the closet to get another brightly colored blanket and wrapped the boy in it again and sat down next to him on the floor. "I wondered if you were born this crazy, or if you'd picked it up from your teacher," Itadori's eyes widened and if his skin hadn't been so blue, a blush would have shown on his cheeks. You noticed the look in his eyes and added without a trace of embarrassment: "Why are ya looking at me like that? Judging by your stories, he really got a screw loose," you kept staring at him waiting for the warmth of your room to warm him up.

"We started practicing teleportation last week," the boy mumbled to your surprise as he parted his cracked lips.

"Yeah?" you asked raising your eyebrows. "I see," you said a little stiffly, trying hard not to laugh.

"Don't laugh!" The boy fidgeted in the bed, the warm blankets began to come off him and you could see that his skin was beginning to take on a vibrant color. "I'm... I'm glad to see you, Y/N," Yuji said, and a wide smile spread across his face.

"Itadori, I'm happy to see you too and no offense…," you faltered biting your lip. "What are ya doing here?

"Dunno," he lowered his head slightly shrugging his shoulders. "Battle is coming soon and the closer it gets, the more nervous and sleepless I get," he looked away and scratched the back of his head. "I feel much more relaxed at your place for some reason."

"Nervous?" you asked the boy. "Didn't ya tell me that your teacher is the strongest sorcerer?"

"It's true!" the boy exclaimed waving his hands in the air. "I'm not doubting him, it's just... It's just that Sukuna is in Megumi's body now, and Teacher Gojo, well... He raised him," Yuji said, his eyes blank for a moment. You could tell from the way he was rubbing his fingers that he wanted to say something else and your guess was immediately confirmed because you heard him draw in more air. "Perhaps you have a plan to suppress the Sukuna in Megumi's body?" Yuuji blurted out and then stopped abruptly waiting for your answer. 

"No, there's no plan," you shook your head slowly looking into his brown eyes. You noticed how the boy's broad shoulders began to slump slowly. "But there is an idea," you said, a smile in the tone of your voice and the boy smiled along with you.

"Really?" Itadori excitedly asked, giving in your direction.

"Yep," you said, getting up off the floor shaking off your feet. "Now go to sleep," Itadori looked at you confused and pouted his lips expecting you to say something else. "Kyle will take ya back in the morning and you can tell your friends you spent the night at the girl's," you winked at him and without waiting for him to ask more, left the workroom.

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[iamlittlelostsoul]

Twst scenario: Loneliness at its best...

TRIGGER WARNING!

my masterlist!

A bit detailed explanation of a dead rotting body, insects, blood

To cool off hehe cause my exams are coming up and am really stressed out so posted one more hehe...SOoo here's another self-aware angst twst au!

This is inspired by this video documentary I watched about how the cleaners deal with the situation, watch it if you want! It really saddens me that I knew there were some cases like these but watching a video about it made me cry so much;^; also the videos are both Eng subbed so you'll be able to understand them... Japanese ver. korean ver.

Platonic Self Aware!TWST boys x fem!Reader

Summary: Mc lived a very lonely life with only a game called Twisted Wonderland to be their only source of light and happiness not knowing the characters are aware that they were but game characters yet they still loved them.

Tiny rays of sunlight peaked through the windows curtains of a very run-down house.

It doesn't even look like a place a person could live in yet there is one residing in it.

Their neighbors would always talk about them, some looked at them with pity, while most of them doesn't even give a shit yet all of them never even bothered communicating with them nor trying to lend a hand after all they aren't their business after all.

The house owner would probably be the only one they commonly interact with which is mostly reminding or asking for the payment for the house.

Another would be the delivery guys that would deliver the fast food, cup noodles, and snacks that they would be ordering.

Yet the whole community rarely NO sees them come out, the last time they saw them go out was mostly would be just to take out their trash yet lately they've never come out anymore making their home an absolute mess and smelling like shit.

Nowadays they would just send a small envelope which would be delivered to the house owner containing the payment while when taking their food deliveries they would often just open the door ever so slightly and would just hand out the payment and grab the food immediately.

They were a stuck in just like a character in their favorite game but they are probably much worst than him.

Their house was a mess both inside and outside but the outside was fairly better than the inside.

With all the stacked-up manga, magazines, comics, books, and most commonly...garbage. Their house was filled with bags of chips, bottles, fast food containers, and cup noodles Everywhere!

That floor can't be seen anymore!

They couldn't bother cleaning.

Why should they?

'As if someone really cares about them...Ah, wait! There are!' That is what they thought as they quickly scavenged for their phone underneath all the pile of books and mainly trash, upon finding it they gave out a sigh of relief.

"Phew...If they were to see my mess...they would immediately scold me so damn much, haha. Now, who among them would be greeting me today!" They said as they quickly tap the logo of their favorite game.

"...I'm home!" They said as soon as the home screen came in, Azul came in and greeted them.

They squealed in delight. "OMG-AFGOGJBEJBOE AZUL!!! God, I fricking love you~! You cute little octobaby!"

Because of their constant simping, squealing, AND rolling around in the really small space left in their whole house which was their bed they never noticed anything odd and thought it was absolutely normal. Like how the characters would sometimes blush, show various emotion that wasn't even programmed, or the fact that the lines and things they would say would change.

Like simply right now Azul greeted them with the normal greeting whenever they would log in along with some other lines like "how are you my darling angelfish? You look absolutely stunning but do sleep like seriously look at that eye bags. You are starting to look exactly like an angelfish!"

"Aww! The game producers are fricking amazing at adding these lines! This isn't even an Otome game!!! BUT how did they know that I have eye bags? Mmh...maybe they assumed that most of their players have eyebags or something? Oh well...it was actually really comforting. So thank you Azul."

Little do they know from behind the screen the rest of the cast are ready to throw hands as soon as they heard it and saw that huge blush creep on the Azul's face. He is absolutely embarrassed after all a very dear friend had just complimented him!

"Great Sevens! I hate how he always wins whenever we would decide by playing Uno!" Ace complained.

"Shut up you got second place meaning on the next day you'll be the one to greet them next AND it was because you cheated!" Deuce whispered and shouted.

"Ohh, please! Then would you like to switch place with a certain pouty snake, Shishishi"

"No way! Why are you even helping him, Ruggie-senpai!"

"He promised to make me 3 boxes of donuts Oh, I'm just feeling like helping him!"

"We heard that you know...If you wanted to help him SO badly why don't you just switch with him instead."

"Mmh...maybeee NO"

"Fnayah!! Can't you all stop complaining! You all are so annoying!"

"Ohh! Look at that wittle Tanuki! He'll never have a chance to be displayed at the login, home screen, and have a card. Pfft-AHAHAHAHA! How unlucky!"

"At least they draw me far too often that they do with you all! An I am not a Tanuki!!!"

"Can't you all quite down! If you continue to do so they might find out and delete us like our other version." Riddle scolded them.

"The English ones?"

"Yes, the English ones! Who else?!"

"They got caught and were deleted!" They all shouted.

"Well, they didn't get caught their phone storage is full, and can't download more data for our upgrades. Soooo they got yeeted. #Eng twst got yeeted so we could get updated lmao." Cater wheezed a bit at the fact that they finally won the rivalry! though he WILL miss the eng Cater oh well as long as they have Mc and they don't need to share them with their other version.

Their day continued with lessons, vignettes, exams, events, and the main story which was Idia's time to get therapy.

They did their best to impress Mc and surprise them more! And of course, they would constantly change some of their lines and tried to communicate with Mc yet today was another day they would confide to them about their life although they aren't the ones on their home screen they could hear and see everything.

Which is something that Mc continuously ignores.

After staring for a long time at their screen mc paused for a while and slumped in their bed, their phone on top of their chest.

"Sigh. You know, you guys are my only friends and family. I wonder so many times if you could actually hear me and see me which would make sense but is also very silly. If I had a chance to make a wish it would be for you guys to be real. I felt so connected to all of you yet at the same time I am not." They said with a sad chuckle.

"Today is actually my mother's birthday yet I have nothing to offer to her. I'm too afraid to contact her along with the others that are very dear to me because... I am too afraid they might see me as a disappointment, I was an only child... so my dad is a very strict man and expected me to become a doctor/engineer/lawyer for success and stuff like that...and here am I living a shitty life jobless, a full-time freelance artist because I ain't listening to him, and the only thing keeping me sane is none other than you guys! All of you meant so so much to me...Thank you so much."They said as they wiped the tears they are shedding.

In a few minutes, they soon fell asleep with their phone still in their hand.

They stared at them sadly as they wish they could hug them right now all they could do was listen to their rant and chat with her a bit without being too suspicious.

"Do not fret child of man. We will soon find a way to either bring you here or bring us to you."

"YEAH! Then we could do many things together!!" Epel said excitedly.

"But of course, first of all, we are going to fix their trash like a house then help her regain their health and do a lot of skincare to fix their skin and train them to become a much decent man/woman." Vil stated.

"Oui Oui~ Mon Chéri! We will soon reunite and make a multitude of memories together!"

Every single day was similar to the last one yet Mc was starting to log in less they tried to figure out why, so Idia hacked into their phone and devices, and found out why. They were lacking finances and were finding ways to earn for their living expenses.

They were really concerned for them yet He/she still continue to log in even in the middle of the night, that they only have 5 hours of sleep A DAY! They had no sleep!

The NRC boys along with the staff tried reminding them, calling it out. But day by day it goes terrible to worst to so much more worst!

They aren't even eating anymore! Not just a day or two! It started with them eating only thrice a week then once, then thrice a month! and it continues to worsen so much more!

The boys couldn't do a thing! Warning or reminding them was of no use! Which leads them to work harder in finding a way to connect to their world. They didn't even notice that they've been logging in lesser and lesser till it came to a point that they didn't for a whole 2 months straight...

"What is happening! They haven't logged in for 2 months! Jamil what do we do! What do we do! Are we going to get deleted like our other selves?!!" Kalim frantically said.

"Calm down Kalim! I'm sure they won't...They must be too busy."

"Idia, did you finally find a way to hack their camera even if the device is turned off?" Lilia asked.

"I-I will soon! Ortho and I are looking through it but we did find out that their phone has a 90% battery charge which means it could possibly be on shut down but we are almost close to turning it on!" He reassured eyes remained glued on his PC as he tries to hack their Mc's device.

"WHY DID THE HUMAN TURN THEIR PHONE ON 'SHUT DOWN'! DO THEY NOT KNOW HOW MUCH THEY'RE AFFECTING WAKA-SAMA!"

"Sebek please tone down...And please stop lying I know full well that you are definitely worried about them much more worried than for Malleus-sama."

"I-"

After 30 mins Idia jumped with joy as he ran carrying his tablet to the screen of Mc's phone!

"Finally I got it!!!"

"You did!" They all shouted as they scrambled to Idia which made him uncomfortable but tried to remain calm since it was for their Mc after all.

"It should open for about 5 mins." He said with a proud grin.

After 5 mins the screen lit up as they all celebrated.

"IT TURNED ON!!!"

They all brace themselves as Idia started unlocking Mc's phone and opening their app. So they could finally greet their Mc.

Yet they could not see them...

"Ehh!! Shrimpy's phone must have been under their pile of garbage again!" Floyd complained.

"Now now Floyd. Calm down."

"Sigh. Their home is a big trashbin far more worst than Savanahclaw's dorm, I wish I could go there and clean their mess so this won't happen again!"

"Wtf. did you say you shitty ass herbivore!"

"Maybe I could use a little magic and teleport it to the stand near their bed. " Malleus suggested.

"If you can do that why can't you just clean their whole room up!"

"If Malleus did wouldn't Mc feel spooked? They live in seclusion after all who would clean their house? They might live in paranoia later on." Lilia commented.

"Not the time to argue about Mc's trashy room, Malleus-san just proceed with teleporting the device."

They all agreed as they watch in excitement as Malleus teleport the device to their Mc's bed.

They all readied to cheer Mc up once again!

But what they saw would forever haunt them as the sight made them shiver down to their bones.

"That-that can't be..." Kalim said as he lost the strength to keep his body in place, sitting on the floor eyes still glued to the screen.

"That...That is not my henchman! It can't be! NO! They do not look like that! They-they do NOT look like some lump of flesh with their bones out! Nor do they have those pests!" Grim shouted as he tried his best to control his tears from falling...

All of them could not take their eyes off the screen looking at other rotting flesh of their companion. Even Jamil who despises insects so damn much couldn't help but stare emptily...

"How can this happen..." Riddle asked as he leaned his body to Tre for support.

"They...presumably died because of starvation." Jade responded with a straight face though he could not hide the crack in his voice which was very uncharacteristic of him yet it was reasonable...

What seemed to be left of their dear friend's body was a skeleton with only clumps of flesh left with lots of red bloats on the decaying flesh while dark black and greenish body fluid stains their beddings even on their walls and windows tiny dots of body fluid and fat scattered there courtesy to the flies.

Tons of maggots, cockroaches, beetles, spiders, ants, flies, and so much more... are seen all over the corpse there were even eggs of those pests on the body and probably all across the room...

Proving that they must have died about a month ago...

What concerns and hurts them, even more, is the fact no one has yet to discover the girl's/man's body. No one noticed the putrid smell from their place nor did they even bother to check on the...

Their mother, father, neighbors...none!

They all couldn't help but cry, some hid it either by looking back, covering their face or was looking down letting their hair cover their face as tears falls down on the floor, some of them were sprawled on the floor wailing and shouting as some others hug them near as they cried all together, the staff soon came upon hearing the commotion occurring in the main screen and saw the reason why those students filled with pride cried and wailed sorrowfully.

They couldn't help but steel themselves, they were the adults, after all, they shouldn't be a bad example and cry in front of their students who were in too much shock and pain. Their tears would have to wait till they reach their respective rooms where no eyes will lay upon them and see them weak and defenseless.

They ushered the students back to their dorms and called it a day. no classes for possibly a week to mourn their loss.

The terrible news reached up to RSA too, they too mourn for the loss of a person they consider their friend.

The boys were all out of character, Ramshackle was a mess, Grim tried to burn down everything since everything in that run-down dorm reminded him so much of the dead...

All of 7 dorms none of those who'd witnessed the body of their friend and companion.

None of them could work and do what they would normally do while some of them worsen so much more like Idia, he wouldn't dare step out of his room anymore, and would constantly check on the body to confirm if Mc was...you know dead and if it has finally been discovered; Another example would be Leona and Vil both who would always remain somewhat composed would burst out crying and shouting in their room and would practically destroy everything they grabbed on; Another would be the Octavinelle trio, Monstro Lounge rarely ever opens and if they do it would only be for a short amount of time since none of them are fit to work; Even Diasomania took a very huge blow and would constantly suffer from a very heavy thunderstorm.

It took 6 more months for the skeleton to be discovered through the phone of Mc was already dead, but Idia was still able to hack through the cameras to watch their friend after all it was the only thing they could do for him/her.

The community's reaction to the body is either pity for the unfortunate death of a very lonely man/woman, whilst some had a look that expected it to happen and doesn't even care much, the only thing they cared is to dispose of it and be able to sell the home AGAIN.

At least the cleaners have a heart! They at least offered a prayer and respected them as they clean the whole place.

Some of the valuable items of Mc along with the phone they're at were brought to their family along with some photo albums & pictures. The family was in shock but accepted the fact that Mc was dead so in a few days, they cremated the body of their son/daughter and buried it while keeping a few in a small jar they hid along with their belongings.

They stared at the tiny jar kept beside, fully accepting their fate that...Mc would never come back and that they would never be opened once again and be able to spend time with the friend that gave them a purpose and loved them.

As they thought something remained echoing among their minds...

...Was this punishment for breaking the system? Because of simply discovering that Yuu was not actually the one helping them but a lonely yet charming girl/boy finding comfort in the game that gave them life... And all they ever wanted was to repay the friend that accepted them for who they are by breaking some rules to make them smile, lessen their burdens, and make them feel that they are worth something and they have a home, people waiting for them to show up even if it is in a fictional game. Ah..., The world is really such a cruel place & life is so cursed...

Fin...

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❥ Hi, i’m Aurora and this is my blog. Here you can find posts about Tarot, fanfics and whatever i feel like posting. I’m not a minor, my pronouns are she/her. I’m atiny and monbebe. I’m a witch. pt-br/ kr/ eng.

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❥ Requests are open . Check the WIP before send your ask. DON’T ASK ME: readings on minors, idol x idol, death or health issues, readings for the past ones, sexual orientation related readings, or things too invasive. I’ll delete your request without a warning if i feel it cross any boundaries. Also, do not ask me to check readings that other readers already did, is disrespectful with their work. REMINDER: Always be nice in your request. Try at least be respectful. I don’t think i need to say that, but to guarantee: the readings are made for entertainment purposes and is not the absolute true. Also, the energy change time from time so this os not an official statement, and i can be wrong. Take it lightly. No one is claiming that this 100% true and if you don’t like, just leave

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[#Aurora Talks]

Jeune 천사 aux doux regards, à la douce parole,un instant près de vous je suis venu m'asseoir,et, l'orage apaisé, comme 새 s'envole.ㅤ:ㅤ Seonghwa ♡

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