#it brought back MEMORIES and now I'm feeling nostalgic !

[sushis-wild-imagination]

UNDER THE STARS

Seungcheol X Reader

Seventeen Masterlist

Genre: Friends, fluff, domestic

note: Im open to requests!

"(Y/N)! Come out fast" You hear seungcheol's voice call out for you.

"Coming!" You yell as you slip on your shoes and head out.

It was a chilly night, you clutched your jacket. Seungcheol was on break, he came back to his roots, back to the quiet place he grew up in with his grandmother for bit. You were classmates, you ran into him a week after he arrived.

He remembered you and rest was history you and him would meet up every night to take a walk under the stars. It was peaceful. It had been almost two months of him being around and you were getting used to him, a friend to hang out with.

The mental state you were in before he arrived, you could have totally used a friend. You were glad you bumped into him that day and you were grateful he was around.

You would talk about absolutely anything under the night sky.

"Do you miss Seoul?" You ask him after walking a distance in silence.

"A little, I got used to the city life I guess, but this trip definitely brought back a lot of memories"

He had told you before, being nostalgic made him feel like a normal quiet boy again, you were glad you could make me feel that way.

"Remember how in elementary school, this boy, 'proposed' to me and suddenly the whole class was a part of a wedding" you almost got married in elementary school. You laugh thinking about the incident.

"Of course I remember, I even fake cried" he laughs recreating

"He's a hot shot lawyer I heard" you update him randomly. "Really?"

You nod, "yeah, maybe I should've just married him then" you joke and chuckle at the thought.

"I'm way better now" you hear Seungcheol say subconsciously.

“Oh yeah international celebrity SEVENTEEN” You tease him further.

He only chuckles at that. “Your fans definitely love you, I’ve seen a lot of messages on weverse, they’re..” you look for the right words, “passionate”

You walk in silence for a bit looking at the snow around you. You can hear the crickets chirping, it was that silent. Seungcheol leads you to a bench on the trail and you both sit down. You clutch your jacket closer as chills roll down your spine. You look up to Seungcheol looking right back at you. His hands immediately travel to your jacket zipper and he zips it up for you. You were startled a little and jumped back.

“I have something to tell you”

Your heart races, nothing good has ever come out of conversations that start like this. Your heart sinks and your lips go dry.

“What is it?” You look over at him, summoning all courage.

“I have to go back to Seoul tomorrow” he says and as if right on cue you get another chill.

“Are you alright?”

There was a weird silence before you could speak up. You nod at him, letting him know you were alright. A sudden sense of sadness flashes over you. You realise you’ll miss him. You realise how different your lives are. Everything happens at once.

“Thats good, you keep telling me how you miss your members, I’m sure they miss you too” you say half heartedly. As much as you wanted him to return to his family. You didn’t want to let go just yet.

“I’ll miss you” you hear him say. This suddenly didn’t feel like a friend talking to a friend. You look up a little shocked.

“What?”

“I’ll miss you. I wish I could take you with me”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckle nervously.

He gets off the bench and extends his hand for you to hold, gesturing you to get off as well.

“Makes me sad to leave you here (y/n). You’ve become a part of my routine, I don’t like that I have to leave you”

“What are you saying, we’re friends we’ll keep in touch” you playfully and nervously hit his arm, not sure what to expect.

He turns around and stop, he was too close to your face causing you to jump back and falling straight on your butt.

“That hurt” you say slowly getting up and dusting off the dirt on your jeans. Seungcheol helps you up and slithers his arms around your waist as soon as you’re on your feet.

“Phew, is this a drama? What are you doing” your hands are now on his chest.

“I like you, lets date (Y/N)”

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a crush on Seungcheol, but the only thing that stopped you before was to not come off as someone that is using him for his name so you never thought of him in a romantic way to even get your hopes up. Now that he said it himself, changed everything for you.

"Im scared" you say and he chuckles.

"Of what?"

You couldn't answer.

"Your fame"

He looks serious. it's a real possibility. His fame is intense and dealing with all the issues that come with it, the distance, the busy schedules it was too much for someone ordinary as you.

"But..." you start, taking a deep breath.

Seungcheol looks expectant.

"I like you"

A smile creeps up his face.

"Then I'll figure out the rest," he puts the strand on your face behind your ear.

"But..."

"How about we just focus on liking each other" he says and that reassures you, cupping your cheek.

That makes you go soft. He's right. There's no point over thinking this. You like each other, that's all that should matter.

"Okay I trust you" you get on your toes and kiss his cheek, it felt cold.

His face turned red while you pull away.

"Good"

#seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #scoups #idol!reader #idol x reader #seventeen #kpop #Scoups x y/n #scoups x you #seungcheol x reader #svt fics #svt fluff #svt fanfic

[tw1l1te]

Song of Storms

LU Sky x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ minors please DO NOT INTERACT, some fluff, angst

Fem reader is implied. Not necassarily final promise!au, so intepret it as you will. This one is a bit short, but I like it lol

~

Sky was mentally exhausted. Flying out on night watch was his least favorite part of the day because it meant he had to leave you. It meant that he couldn't feel your warm body against his, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you dreamed of serenity. On top of that, it had started to storm about an hour ago, barely being able to see his gloved hands in front of his face.

He was supposed to be returning to Skyloft now, but he had no sense of direction as the rain pelted against his goggles, fogging up the lenses no matter how many time he'd wiped them off.

A large lightining strike lit up the expanse of the night sky, Skyloft's outline just barely being visible miles away. If he flew straightforward, he should be able to make it before he was struck by lighting.

Petting Crimson, he flew fast, wind whipping his hair around, rain drops pelting his face harder and harder. It felt like tiny needles falling on his face, but he had to come home. He needed to come home to you, or you'd kill him.

His fingertips on the brink of frostbite, he sighs in relief when he sees the Knight's Academy come into view. Despite having the option of living on the surface, he felt nostalgic of his life in the sky, no matter what memories it brought.

Landing on the wooden deck, he yelled out to the Nightguard about getting Crimson somewhere safe, already enthraled with the thought of seeing you. Giving his Loftwing one last pet, he ran off to the entrance of the academy, already in the process of stripping his gloves off of his hands.

He pants as he closes the door behind him, the raging storm echoing off the walls. The hallway was dark, only the faint glow of the sconces on the wall illuminating his path to you. His home.

Turning right, he sighs in happiness seeing his door, knowing you were just on the other side, waiting for him. Your knight.

He unlocks the door, quietly walking in and closing the door behind you. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, you hunched over on the bed, reading a book Sky bought you. You quickly shut the book, running into his arms, ignoring how cold and wet he was.

"Holy goddesses, Sky! I was so fucking worried-"

He shuts you up with a passionate kiss, his entire body tense from the night's treachery. He needed this. He needed you.

"Shh, it's ok my Flower. I'm here, I'm home. I'm not going anywhere, ok?"

You nod, placing your forehead against his, relishing in the domseticity. You knew he's have to leave again tomorrow night, but you wanted him until then. You allowed yourself to be selfish, just this once.

~

"Fu-ah! Sky, fuckfuckfuck!-" you moaned, head tossed back on the pillow. Sky was above you, hips slamming at an astounding pace. You thought tonight was gonna be more slow and intimate, though you weren't complaining. You were in heaven.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezin' around me jus' like that. I'm gonna fill you up so good. So, so good."

You clawed at his chest, needing something to hold on to as the living daylight was being fucked out of you. Instead, Sky grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaving nothing in between him and you.

"Gonna fill your little pussy up so good. Make you nice and full with my kid. You'd love that, wouldn't you princess?"

You whimper loudly, arching off the bed. Sky brings his mouth to one of your breasts, his tongue circling the swollen bud. You wrap your legs around his waist, stars in front of your eyes as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Mmh- Link! Link I'm gonna fucking cum- Linklinklinklink-"

And you came, hard. Clamping around his cock, he practically growled into your ear, chasing your orgasm with his own release. He shot thick white ropes inside of your heat, kissing your neck as you both calmed down, him slowing down his thrusts inside of you.

He lays on top of you, kissing your face lightly. He coos in your ear, praising you and how good you felt. His hands never leave your body, pawing at the plush of your thighs and kissing the curve of your breasts.

He suddenly flips you over so your on his lap, cock still nestled deep in your heat. Hands on your hips, he mutters:

"Let's really make sure you get pregnant this time, Princess. I wanna hear you sing for me."

~

#linked universe x reader #linked universe au #lu sky #lu sky x reader #lu smut

[nijacobs]

i think it's so crazy how much the dream smp changed everyone's lives. i mean, i, for one, only joined april 2021 which is when a lot of the main lore started dying down, but i can still look back on it and feel nostalgic. almost two whole years of my life revolved around the lore, the characters, trying to run around at 4am catching streams of them either just building or starting wars with each other (clearly there's no in between) and i can truly say it's one of the best arcs of my life.

watching a bunch of the members get together for the last time to kill the dragon so dream could shut down the server was the most bittersweet feeling i had ever felt. moving from tubbo to tommy to sam to bad and lastly to eret. hearing all their separate goodbyes, with tommy and tubbo watching the sunset while listening to the discs, sam in spectator mode with everyone just flying around looking at all the builds (my favourite part was them discovering old builds probably from 2020/2021 and getting excited about seeing them again after such a long time), bad doing the same and just talking about memories, and eret refusing to log off (even after four hours) ((i'm not gunna lie i was waiting for him to log off so i can safely say that dream was the last to leave the server but he took SO long - i know they were only trying to prolong the stream bc they didn't wanna leave which i understand)) and giving one last full tour of the museum. everyone had the most chaotic reactions to it that it truly ended in the most dream smp fashion.

no matter what ANYONE says, the dream smp lore went fucking hard.

also knowing that dream was the very last person to log off will forever keep the tears in my eyes.

i have so much more to say and i'll probably keep adding to this thread (for my sanity) but for now all i can do is say thank you to the server than genuinely brought happiness to me and everyone else.

thank you dream smp. you will always hold a very special place in my heart. nothing will ever compare to you. you changed the game forever.

so thank you to dream, george, and sapnap for creating this server. special mention to karl and quackity, ofcourse. callahan, punz, bad, tommy, tubbo, sam, ant, and basically every single member of the dream smp. you really went on this silly little minecraft server and changed everyone's lives. for the better.

april 24, 2020 - april 10, 2023

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU DSMP!

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp finale #dreamwastaken #dream #georgenotfound #george #sapnap #karljacobs #karl #quackity #dtqk #punz #badboyhalo #tommyinnit #tubbo #antfrost #awesamdude #callahan #minecraft #karl jacobs #mcyt #feral boys #THANK YOU DREAM SMP #YOU WILL FOREVER HOLD A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART #NOTHING WILL EVER COMPARE TO YOU #EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL #IM GENUINELYNSTILL CRYING BTW #kijas thoughts! #nijacobs

[jaennwrites]

Birthdays ˗ˏˋ ★ˎˊ˗

guysss...i was on twitter and i saw this damn tweet that was like "why are guys never excited for their birthday" and YALL the men in the replies were so SAD AND CYNICAL...and i feel like that's so carmy. SO! In the spirit of raising my spirits for my 19th birthday...i wanna write this...tee hee. pairings: carmy berzatto x gn!reader, established relationship word count: short :D warnings: none, pure FLUFF CUTE DISGUSTING LOVEY DOVEYNESS BLAHH.

Carmy didn't really care for his birthday. He didn't want to sound like "those guys" but it really just was another day. The fact that he was never not working on his birthday also contributed to his nonchalant mindset.

He hadn't planned to be with someone this birthday — had he ever? This year he had you, you guys had been dating for five months now and Carmy was happy. Although, the happiness terrified him to death, it felt good. It felt good to have you drop by the restaurant randomly, to see you sleeping in his bed when he came home late. That will be his birthday present, seeing you when he got off of work, that was good enough.

"Cousin!" "Your lover is here!" Richie announced teasingly

Carmy rolled his eyes at the playful jab but a smile couldn't leave his face at the announcement of your arrival, an early birthday gift. He pushed himself out of the office chair and opened the door to see you with a cheerful smile on your face.

"Happy birthday Carm" You smiled extending the small white bakery box in your hand.

"Thank you?" He spoke trying to sound sincere but this was new for him. He couldn't really remember the last time someone brought him a...cupcake, he discovered as he peeked in the box.

"I know you're so blahh about your birthday but I believe in celebrating birthdays" You nodded stealing Carmy's seat in the office chair.

"I do like my birthday, and I appreciate this cupcake" "Actually" He reassured

"Sit" You demanded as you got up to let him sit down.

You turned off the lights in the office before pulling a pack of candles out your bag. You placed one right in the center of the cupcake, lighting it with a smile.

Carmy wasn't sure if it was the warm somewhat nostalgic light emitted from the candle, or your presence but he could feel his eyes starting to water. He turned his head away from you in hopes to not embarrass himself. However, it wasn't embarrassing, nothing about this was, it was just very unfamiliar for him.

"Carmy?..." "Are you...crying?" You asked concerned fearing that maybe his birthday held a negative memory for him.

You hadn't told him about this cupcake thing considering it was a surprise, but you and Carmy never really talk about birthdays. There were few conversations the previous month about if he was excited but he was always fairly dismissive. It never crossed your mind that the whole day might just be a negative thing for him.

"I'm sorry" "I hope I'm not being insensitive" You apologized taking his hand in yours

"No, No, No" "I'm just...happy, very happy, I love this" "All of it" Carmy smiled, quickly wiping a few falling tears

"Are you sure? I'll throw this cupcake a thousand miles away if you want" You reassured

"Really" "You're the best...best thing that ever happened to me" He declared squeezing your hand lovingly.

You held his face with you free hand, letting your thumb gently caress his cheeks before leaning in and kissing him. Carmy melted into your touch as he kissed you back rather eagerly. You both nearly forgot about the burning candle that was now halfway melted leaving blue wax all over the top of the white icing.

"Fuck" You cursed pulling away to turn your attention towards the cupcake.

"I have to make a wish" Carmy joked, going to blow out the candle

"Make a real wish Carm" You demanded holding his shoulder to ensure he didn't blow out the candle without thought.

"I am" He defended with a laugh —he was not.

Carmy closed his eyes and thought about what he wanted to wish for. I mean realistically, he wanted the restaurant to do great, he wanted things to get easier, maybe for everyone to always listen to him. He couldn't choose one wish and the candle was still burning, and you...

You, he thought, if he had to pick one wish above all other wishes, he would wish for you. So that's what he did; he wished for you and him to be together forever in kidlike fashion. Carmy couldn't honestly say he believed in birthday wishes but as he blew out his candle, he hoped that this wish would be the one to come true.

"What did you wish for?" You asked, laying your head on his shoulder

"I can't tell you" "Or else it won't come true" He argued playfully

"Better have been for something good" "Birthday wishes are important" "We're gonna celebrate every birthday from now on" You informed with an authority he found attractive and amusing.

Carmy watched with adoration as you carefully split the cupcake in half, picking away the blue wax from the top. If every birthday from now on was going to be with you then he didn't mind, didn't mind not one bit.

#carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #sick to my stomach

[neverchecking]

Ok I just read your sage AND I FUCKIN LOVE IT!

Can I have a yandere sage x reader smut

Where's The reader is his childhood friend and fell with him and died with him with everything. But the reader loves link but she a half Dragon. And link finding out why the reader gose into hiding every other month

It mating seasons for her and he takes full advantage of it making her his.

Also can I be 🐲 aron

Yes you can! Welcome aboard 🐲 anon!

Half dragon reader? Now that is a meal. I used to have a super popular dragon Au on my very first blog (that we shall never ever talk about) and I'm more than happy to bring the dragons back.

Especially dragon reader!

And with Sage?

Sage is TotK Link btw!

BARKING-

Smut so 18+, MDNI!

TotK spoilers below!

Smut CW: Breeding Kink, Dragon! Reader, Mating season, Sage. He's just a warning himself at this point. slight choking!

'Tis the Season

His memory was not as bad as he once portrayed it as.

While yes, it was once bad, it had gotten less...splotchy in the years past. He was recalling things he could not previously with less of a trigger needed.

One memory did need a trigger though. It happened during his last flash back to the time of the Zonai, when he figured out what happened with Zelda. It threw him from one bad black out right into the next. Only...This wasn't that bad. No, it was nice.

The familiar smell of blossoms spread around him, not soft like the Silent Princess but sharper-- like a cherry blossom. It was nostalgic and comforting in ways that no other memory had been. He didn't want to leave this one.

The heavy pounding of wings, leather and solid like a Gleeok's, didn't bring him any fear. No, instead it brought the evocative feeling of home. Something that he was used to being wrapped around him, shielding him from the icy feeling of Zelda's steely gaze.

Looking around, he felt his lips turn into a grin against his wishes at the sight of a figure in the sky. They had wings, wide and translucent, spread against the sky, casting the sun around them in a halo of pure light. A tail fell behind much thinner legs, the flares at the end flickering every now and then as the being hovered. In a fell swoop, the being allowed themselves to fall before catching the wind and soaring just before colliding into the dirt. They approached too quickly for him to turn and run, but instead of drawing his weapons, his muscles stayed frustratingly lax, letting the creature grow closer. Their wings beat cool breezes around him as they landed. He noticed their bare feet, adorned with rings and bracelets drafted in jewels and inky black claws that dug into the mud beneath them. There were matching claws on your fingers, along with more rings and bracelets, which reflected the light of the sun above them.

The wings spread once more, shuddering before collapsing against their back. Horns matching the color of the wings shined as the being shook their head free of their messy hair. Scales glittered along their cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, his hand raising to gently brush against the former. The being leaning into his hand, smoke bellowing out of their nostrils as a happy little hum left their-...your lips. A name flickered in and out of his memory as your hand came up to cup his own.

The memory faded out leaving him with nothing but a bittersweet yearning, a whisper of a name, and a collection of weeds leftover from the Dragon's Tear.

It wasn't enough. He needed to know more about you. He recognized the place in the memory, quickly making his way to the field. It was barren when he got there, no flowers, scorched with ashes. It made something bitter settle in his stomach but he got the desired results.

This time the sky was a blood red, bitter and angry with black spits of ash falling. That wasn't what had his breath catching in his throat. No. It was the wounds that littered your body. Burns, livid and still sizzling, decorated your once pristine skin as your once firm and whole wings laid in pure taters around you. Holes that couldn't have felt good smoked as you laid still. Horridly still. A hand on his arm tried pulling him away from the scene. He turned to see Zelda already disregarding your broken form, convinced that she could still unlock her powers in time. Blind to the fact that they had already lost. You were gone. You had given your life for their own. And She didn't care. He could do Ganon a favor then and there.

You had died protecting them from a raging gang of Lynels. You were dead. And Zelda didn't care. She just wanted him to fulfill his duty and carry on and unfortunately, he had no choice but to follow.

The memory filtered out once more, and he was left with a boiling rage and clenching fists. Angry energy with nowhere to go, poisoning his veins. So he did the only thing he could think of. He screamed. It was something bitter and full of raw passion, enough so that he felt something tear- if not pull in the very least.

In the very far distance, a dragon's roar echoed his own scream.

He took off running.

<><><><>

You were alive. Scarred and traumatized, scared and cautious, but alive. And you knew who he was. You didn't seem to believe it at first, but then your eyes caught the earring hanging from his ear. He had had it since he had awoken in the shrine and seemingly before even that. It had just always been apart of him.

One of your clawed fingers had slowly, so so slowly, reached for it, brushing against the jewelry. You were so warm. It was so nice against what he remembered as your cold and stony skin, so pale as opposed to your tanned skin as it was now.

"You still wear this." You had whispered, voice crackling as if you hadn't used it for Hylian speech patterns. "I had gifted it to you when we first started courting. I am surprised they have lasted as long as they have with your reckless behavior."

Without even thinking about it, his own hand reached to grace against your scales once more. And it felt right. "Of course I do. They reminded me of you," He had whispered back. While he was never certain of where they came from, they did remind him of comfort and safety, all things he could now identify as you. Gorgeous, effervescent you who was now back in his arms, growling lowly in your throat as he clung onto you. "Why do you have to go again?"

"We've been over this, my heart," You grumbled, shaking your head. "Mating season is dangerous. I cannot risk your own preservation for my pleasure."

He groaned, throwing enough of his weight onto you that you staggered just a bit, wings snapping out to support both his weight and your own. "I'm a big boy, I can handle it. Why must you leave me?"

"Link-"

He just had to stall a little longer. It had been weeks of work, to keep himself off of you, but he had done it, leaving you just as pent up as he felt. And now it was just a matter of stalling long enough you let your pretty little brain shut down and let him do all the thinking for once.

Just a little longer.

Your tail twitched behind you, swiping against the wood of your shared home. "I don't have time-"

"Just stay here with me, princess. Let me take away all your worries-" He nipped at that spot right under your ears, right where your scales ended. It made you shiver, muscles running lax for a moment before you stiffened.

"Link, don't-"

<><><>

"-Stop," You panted out, head falling against the pillows as your wings remained splayed out behind you. Smoke bellowed out from between your teeth as he kept you pinned with a hand on your throat, the cradle between his thumb and index finger cutting off your airway as he rammed his own hips against yours.

You were so pretty like this, brainless and drooling, doing anything he asked of you. Honestly, he doesn't know why you ever fought him on this. He would always win when if came to you. He knew he would make you bend, it was just a matter of time.

He couldn't believe you ever thought you could hurt him. Look at you! Drooling over his hand as you clung to the arm holding you down, nothing but mindless babbles leaving your lips; asking, begging for more. Begging for him to breed you and fill you.

He would do just that. Fill you to the brim. Fill you until your primal mind was satisfied. Fill you until there was no question on whether or not you would carry his young. You would be the mother of his child, no question about it. He would father your only children and he would finally get the ending he deserved. What you both had earned through bloodshed and tears, sweat and sacrifice. This was what everything had led to. This was what all the fighting had been for.

And Goddess above was it worth it.

The thought of you, as a mother, was soul satisfying as you cried out beneath him. He would do anything to see you so. You wanted it, he wanted it, what more to the equation was there?

After all, 'tis the season.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #yandere sage x reader #yandere sage #lu sage #totk link

[kit-williams]

Run rabbit run

YANDERE NIGHT LORD RAPTOR TIME

Also trying out this mood board shit please lemme know if its good

tw: Yandere, kidnapping, He's a fucking Night Lord but this is pretty chill, dialogue heavy will probably have to write a follow up for this one.

He watched from his perch the screaming and the crying. But Ghosk Sevyrarek always had a good eye for the unusual like the leggy little thing sliding against the pavement. Pushing what the baseline human body was capable of... his black eyes raking over those thigh muscles as they are pushed to the limit of human ability. He watched the prey driven members of the warband rush after the little rabbit.

Oh this wasn't just a normal human he figured watching how they cleared a jump with ease as three night lords rushed after like newly turned to chaos space wolves. He rolled his eyes at the display of their mindlessness knowing full well what would happen to this darling... he blinked at the thought. When was the last time he called anything a darling....

Nostromo... He recoiled at feeling nostalgic as that would only bring guilt. His decent mood felt soured... it wasn't the rabbit's fault as much as he wanted to blame the darling. Oh she very much was a darling... a pretty thing a pretty little rabbit. He could swoop down and stop the neophytes playtime with just a quick snap of her neck like a good hunter would.

He was losing fun with the warband... Ghosk figured he would lend his services to another warband of brothers... and then another... and then another. He snarled as he eyes watched the little leggy darling. Murder and torture was no longer giving him any thrill and more and more often he found himself feeling the barest emotion of regret. Coward... he hears some foul voice in his mind whisper.

The pretty rabbit was getting tired she was struggling to make those turns... her lungs were burning up probably. His leathery wings spread into the smoke licked night sky as he dove from his perch. She couldn't do it any more! She physically couldn't run anymore and she turned to look at the three monsters with glowing red eyes and skull faces. How they howled with laughter and glee purring and cooing what they would do to her.

The pavement exploded behind her as all she had time was to look behind her... maybe maybe the Emperor did send an angel? But with the leathery wings that came out of the smoke she wondered if they were right... there was no Emperor here. Ghosk ignored the vox messages as he grinned with glee down at the little rabbit before he grabbed her and jumped into the air letting her scream in fear.

"Let go of me!" She screamed.

"Well if you say so." Ghosk cooed and dropped her watching the wind rip through her hair before he dove after her and twirled her back into his arms. "Thought about it... maybe not the best place to let you go." He say laughing.

He played this game with her flying higher and higher and dropping her or tossing her around. Her reuniting with his armor was causing her to bruise and the next time he tried to drop her he watched her cling onto him. "Aww little rabbit are you done flying with me?" He put his hands under her arms and brought her close to his face to have her nuzzle his helm.

He watched her gag at the smell of death coating him but he listened to her whimper, "Please if you're going to kill me just let me go."

"See that's the fun part little rabbit! I don't know if I'm going to kill you yet. I could... though I might not." He says landing on a building with a huff as he sits her down, delicately placing a claw under her chin, "Now if you want your death to be slow and agonizing I would recommend you move from this spot. Got it?"

He watched her nod and he pat her head like the good girl she was. "Now where was I..."

"You said you might not kill me?" His little rabbit spoke as he watched her massage those delicious legs of hers.

"Yes I might not because you little rabbit bring up pesky little memories."

She gave Ghosk a curious look. Ghosk on the other hand pulled off his helmet and shook some of his hair free. "You know you'll probably just get hair in your mouth when you put that helmet back on." His little rabbit squeaked out.

"Oh feeling a bit mouthy then pet?"

"Listen you say I bring back memories. I assume you're just going to kill me in a different way."

"Awww pet do you trust me that little?" He cooed over at her and she just gives him a 'really' look. "No I'm not going to kill you yet." He watches her roll her eyes. Oh he's in a good mood! He likes sassy little darlings though you've half resigned yourself to a fate he has yet to decide. What a pretty little darling you are.

"Alright I'll bite..." He watches her pause as she makes a disgusted face as he returns the look with something more lewd at her suggestion, "Um... I bring back memories."

"Yes you do." Ghosk becomes serious as he paces slightly, "Pesky little memories and feelings of a life long long gone. Yet Oh I don't know... maybe I'm just bored with all of this." He gestures to the burning city though for him he gestures to the dropship with his "brothers" god... the Iron Warriors feel like they have more brother hood... no the fucking World Eaters have far more comradery than he does with his supposed brothers.

"Why don't you just go then?" She holds back a groan as she rubs her sore legs but she looks up at her "savior". "If you're bored with it I'm certain the Emperor can forgive you right?"

Ghosk threw his head back and laughed hard when he finally calmed down he tried to compose himself, "Oh you're a funny little thing. He walked over and his right wing grabbed her and picked her up as she squirmed obviously freaked out by the way the membrane hugged her. "Careful little one... I've suffocated someone with my wings try not to squirm too much." He said looking over the edge before jumping down the few stories. "Now where were we... right. I was laughing at your suggestion. But I might move on... just I hardly have anything holding me here." He looked to his rabbit tucked into his wing as it curled around her like a large hand just holding her and caressing her with its thumb as he looked to her.

"What do you want me to say? That you shouldn't go? Oh yeah no totally stay here with the rest of the psychopaths."

"See that's what I don't want to do. I'm just so bored with it." Ghosk said with some dramatics.

"Then I guess you can leave them behind and we can part on friendly terms."

He dramatically turned his head toward her and cocked it to the side. "And leave my dear little rabbit at the mercy of wolves who will most likely break you in many many ways." He cooed as she shrank slightly.

"I have a feeling you're going to break me too."

He pursed his lips for a moment tapping his chin. "I might try that consent thing. But no my rabbit... you're not leaving my side. We're on this journey of self discovery together! Won't it be fun?"

He hummed as he walked past his brothers holding his prize and put his helmet back on his head and felt annoyingly amused... his little rabbit was right... he did get some of his hair caught in his mouth. "

#Yandere #tw yandere #male yandere #Yandere Space Marine #warhammer 40k #Space Marine #Night Lord #Yandere Night Lord

[eveningspringbreeze]

Madara's FS2 4* - Winter, in the Street Corners of Paris

Characters: Madara, Shu

Season: Winter

Shu: Mm… Yaawn...

(Perhaps it’s from pulling an all-nighter, or perhaps it’s burnout from finishing my deliveries, but it seems I’ve been fast asleep until the afternoon)

(Fortunately, I have plenty of time to spare until I must work again. So as to maintain perfection when working, I ought to rest properly)

(Perhaps I could relax with a stroll—) 

Madara: Excuse meeee!!! ☆

Shu: Gyoh!? M-mikejima….!? What in good heavens brought you here!? 

Do not bother me! Leave this instant! I do not want to have a barbarian such as you stampeding upon my atelier! 

Madara: Ahaha! This banter is so nostalgic! (1)

Didn’t we have a similar exchange back in Yumenosaki? If I’m not wrong, it was during Steamp— 

Shu: Non! I have no intentions of taking a trip down memory lane with you! 

You must have some business with me, right? Make it brief. 

Madara: Business, huh. And if “no” was my answer? 

Shu: …………

Madara: Sorry, sorry! I was just joking, you don’t have to glare at me all scary like that! 

Basically, Leo-san needed something from me. 

Shu: Tsukinaga did…? 

Madara: Yep. Apparently he’s been taking good care of a pen case that he borrowed from you. 

So much so in fact that he accidentally left behind the case’s stationary in this atelier. 

Shu: He’d only taken a pen case? Well, I suppose he is dexterous.

And that’s it? You came all the way to Paris just for Tsukinaga? 

Madara: Nah, I already had some work here in Europe, so I’m just dropping by.

Shu: “Dropping by”? No matter how trivially you say it, Europe’s not a place you can just casually travel through. 

 Either way, Tsukinaga’s forgotten belongings are not here. 

I had to send some luggage to the Starmony Dorms the other day, and I crammed in similar items as well. It’s probably all the way over there now. 

Good grief, why must everyone forget every little thing here? If they want to spend time overseas, perhaps consider bringing in some caution alongside? 

Madara: Mmhm. Since both language and culture are different, the way to do things here are bound to contrast with Japan’s. There’s no harm in being attentive. 

But also this atelier’s got such a homely feeling to it, it really calms you down. Maybe that’s why everyone’s losing their belongings here ♪

Shu: I'm not happy to hear that. This place isn’t a playground. 

Seems to me that you’ve been on a fool’s errand. Are you departing Paris after this? 

Madara: Nah. I’ve got time until my flight, so I’m planning on relaxing ‘til then. 

….Hmm? Why’re you dressing up? 

Are you going out? If so, please allow me to join you ☆

Shu: I refuse. I cannot relax when I’m near you. 

Madara: Now now, don’t say that! A journey is not just about the companions you have, but the people you care for along the way! (2) Having a friend is better than none…♪

<one hour later> 

Shu: …Seems like there’s a weekend flea market going on. 

Madara: Ooh, quite the Parisian spectacle! 

As you may or may not know, Paris is the one and only homeland for flea markets. 

It supposedly originates from the multitudes of secondhand-goods being sold resembling a flea infestation! (3)

Shu: I’m aware even without your quips, so do not spout such things at me. Just imagining it makes my back itch. 

Plus, that isn’t the only theory regarding its origin. 

I personally prefer the theory that it comes from the saying that “there is enjoyment found in taking the the time needed to search for treasure in the same way one would search for a flea”.

Madara: Enjoyment found in taking the time to search for things, huh. Truly, it must come from the exceptional feeling of accomplishment that comes with finding that rare piece of treasure. 

….Oh myyy? Something’s already caught my eye! 

This ceramic pot would be perfect for displaying plants ☆

Shu: Hm. Is gardening a hobby of yours? 

Madara: I wouldn’t quite call it a “hobby”. 

I’m not sure who started it, but my dorm room’s filled with plants, so I like bringing in some new ones from time to time. 

“Excuse me, shopkeeper-san! I’d like to buy this pot—” 

Shu: (....Ooh, looks like his constant traveling has lent him a rather good grasp on French) 

 (The real thrill of flea markets is the haggling. You must put your negotiation skills to its truest test….) 

<ten minutes later> 

Madara: —Thanks for waiting, Shu-san! 

Sorry for how long it took. I really hit it off with the shopkeeper. Before I knew it, we’d already talked for so long!

Shu: It’s alright. It’s good that your negotiations went well. 

It is of no concern to me what happens to you, however. But it would be a shame to watch an acquaintance get blatantly ripped off. 

Madara: Ah, so you were worrying about me. Thank you Shu-san, you’re a nice soul…♪

Shu: Don’t misunderstand. I simply do not want to feel unpleasant. 

Madara: Even then, that makes me happy to hear ♪

My haggling went great, so let me treat you to something as thanks for waiting.  

Tell me aaall about the specialties you’d recommend, Shu-san… ☆

Shu: Hmm… How about marron chauds— roasted chestnuts, then? 

It’s a winter specialty that you can find sold all around the city during the season. 

Madara: Sounds good! I’m sure it’ll warm us up. 

I can smell something fragrant over there, let’s go eat! 

---

TL Notes:

Shu’s lines aimed at Madara here is basically a 1-1 replica of a similar exchange in Steampunk Museum, which Madara tries to mention right after

Good old Madara idioms :] the original is 道連れ世は情け which doesn’t have an eng equivalent afaik? So I just used a shortened version of the meaning

This isn’t a correction or anything but Madara is so close to the actual most common theory… as Shu said there’s multiple theories, but one of the most common is that some of the goods sold in the markets were believed to have had actual flea infestations. I have never seen Shu’s theory before

This isn't proofread and was done in one go so feel free to correct me on anything!

#ensemblestars #enstars #enstarstl #translation

[bitterchocoo]

The Lonely Alchemist

Rui Kamishiro | M.Reader

Angst

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"The brightest star burn the fastest."

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The sun shines brightly once the rain had stopped, the scent of the after rain always feel so nostalgic the scent of fresh grass...

"Come on!"

The crisp air...

"It's so cool!"

The warm feeling of the light touches of the sunlight...

"It's showtime!"

....So nostalgic...

"Oi Rui!"

The said teen was brought back to reality by the sound of his friend, a dear friend, Tsukasa. The ever so energetic and confident leader of their trope. There never was a day where you won't smile at the presence of such a joyful and bright star that could light up the room with so much as a smile.

"Yes Tsukasa?"

"You were spacing out earlier. Actually, you've been spacing out a lot lately. Is something on your mind?"

Rui is taken aback by Tsukasa's statement, sure he had spaced out some times but a lot? Often even? Can't be. It only felt like a few seconds! There's no way he had actually spent minutes maybe even hours thinking about him. Did he actually spent that much time thinking of that Jester?

"I'm fine Tsukasa, there's nothing to worry about really." Rui tried to reassured his friend, giving him a warm smile. Tsukasa look at his friend with concern in his eyes he knew that Rui has some tendencies to space out while thinking of new ideas but to see it happening multiple times was kinda concerning. What's on his mind? What made him stay that long inside his head? Surely he's not just thinking of other ways to mess with him... The said teen could think for just a second and already knows what to do to mess with him! And yet... Just what is on Rui's mind?

"Alright if you say so. See you tomorrow then." Tsukasa bid his goodbye as he headed home, his sister is probably waiting for him. Now alone Rui is back with in his head as he make his way back home.

As he walks, Rui spotted a group of children playing together all of them smiles and laugh happily. A contagious joy that you can't help but smile at. But for some reason... it only brought pain to his heart.

.

.

"I'm Rui Kamishiro and... what are you?" The child introduced himself with a confused expression looking at the other child in front of him and his 'strange' attire. The other only laugh at the question, not minding it one bit after all he is wearing a costume for their school play. "I'm a Jester! My job is to entertain." He replied with a cheeky grin, giving the boy a small bow.

Rui seems intrigued by it. A Jester...well the other seems to fit the role perfectly! That cheeky grin, that expression that just screams mischief--"Hey hey! Aren't you gonna participate in the play?"

"Huh? Oh no no I--" "Well I think you'll be a great addition to the play!"

Rui can't help but feel a little flustered by the Jesters kind and flowery words. Other children usually say that he's weird but for someone to say such kind and flowery words to him made the boy so happy as his heart is filled with joy.

"Well I..."

"You know what role would suit you best? An Alchemist! You always have those crazy ideas at the top of your head! It's so cool!"

Rui felt like he could explode any second! This Jester is practically spitting compliments after complements! Such a... sweet, kind, and lovely words... he wish he could hear the other say it all day.

The two spend some time talking with each other, although the Jester was the one initiate most of their conversations they two have fun and Rui soon start feeling more comfortable and starts to ramble on about his crazy ideas which the other listens with his upmost attention. For once in his life, Rui felt heard, he felt seen, and it was all thank to the Jester.

"Come on! It's showtime!"

.

.

"But all show must come to an end..."

"And the brightest star burn the fastest.."

Rui mumbled as he felt the pain of the memory. The memory of an old friend. The memory of someone dear to him. A memory of the first person that heard him. A memory of the first person that seen him. A memory of someone who managed to made their way into his heart.

They were children. But the happiness he felt as the other heard, seen, and even compliment him was so... warm and sweet...

He can never forget him.

The Jester... The fool...

He had lived as a fool... and die as a fool...

#rui kamishiro #rui kamishiro x reader #project sekai #project sekai x reader #project sekai x male reader #rui kamishiro x male reader #x male reader #angst #top male reader #seme male reader #rui pjsk #pjsk #pjsk x reader

[pandorasfavorite]

Can I have a Dom x Fem reader based on this scene?

In the Middle

AN: AWWWWWWWWWWW

"You remember what we were?"

"...No", you shuffle uncomfortably under the sheets, like he can read your mind. Dominik thinks that's funny, his smirk pointed towards the side of your head from where you're looking up at the ceiling.

"So tell me about this boyfriend of yours, What's he like in the sack?", he says playfully but with a serious undertone; like he's jealous but it's not his place. You roll your eyes and turn to the side away from him, "I'm not talking about sex with you", You close your eyes and try and relax into the bed. Dominik sighs and doesn't acknowledge but you said, "I haven't had a girlfriend in 5 years". You've been broken up for close to 5 years now,, long enough for him to move on and find someone new.

Seeing Dominik again brought an undeniable tension in the room, your eyes met and Dominik felt something he'd never thought he would feel again. He knew he wasn't thinking about the memories you once shared; he wanted to create new ones starting with taking you in the closet. Somehow you both felt the same way ending with you both tossling with the bedsheets to adore each other's bodies for the first time in 5 years. And Dominik hasn't stopped thinking about you for years, long enough to not get a new girlfriend. You are in disbelief.

"Really?" you ask unsure, almost expecting him to say it was a joke. Dominik laughs just a little, "Yeah, I've been deprived of nothing for years" he says with a silly seriousness making you laugh immediately. You laugh a little to yourself again: all just to ask him to double-check, "Really?".

"I didn't think it would be fair".

It goes quiet you both in your own minds, thinking of how nostalgic it all feels. The same flirtatious atmosphere, the same Dominik, the same bedroom, but a different relationship. Something more concrete. "This feels familiar", you trail off shuffling into yourself, smiling slightly at the thought unconsciously.

"I thought you didn't remember", he caught you in a lie but that's the least of your worries because laying in bed beside your naked ex will always be a turn-on for you. You shuffle around more under the sheets, "I feel selfish under here" you wiggle, not wanting there to be so much space between you both. Dominik wanted to jab at an old argument playfully; but honestly, it wasn't that funny to you. "Your very selfish and not just down there", you roll your eyes, folding into yourself again and staying turned away from him completely. "Too bad you're a dick, I was starting to get turned on", you say quietly, muttering slightly irritated.

"Too bad for you. I wasn't", he says playfully and cockily like it was an achievement. You turn towards him in a flash of anger but not completely centered on him, "Yea right, you always want your dick wet" you say while rolling your eyes and turning over again dramatically. "I wasn't", You feel him shrug to himself but his body is still turned towards you, you're feelings are kind of hurt. Do you not have the same effect that you had before? Was something extremely different now? You move as close to the side as you can while muttering, "Fine".

"Come on don't do that", he says moving his body to face the back of yours completely, like he was talking to you face to face. This was something you both used to bicker about a lot, him hurting your feelings without meaning to, and you closing yourself off in a split second. You furrow your eyebrows in anger and whip your top half around to get onto him, "Don't tell me what to do You know I can't help it!", You raise your voice to show your seriousness and Dominik thinks you're serious and his face falls. You turn back around to face away then quickly turn back towards him, "What you gonna do about it anyways? Challenge me to wrestle?", You laugh to yourself mid joke turning around to smile into the pillow. You saw his smile gleam immedaintly when you turned back around to joke around...something he missed.

Dominik sits in glee by himself; thinking much too hard about things. Specifically who your boyfriend is, that was beyond important. "What is his name? I'll be nice", his voice sounding deeper like this is crucial life or death information. You look up at him from where he moves his body right next to yours, "You will?", Dominik nods, "Okay his name is Jay".

"He sounds like an idiot. Like he's a hotel manager", he's quick to make fun of his name. You laugh in cute disbelief and roll back to the side for the 20th time that night, "Go to sleep" you whisper to Dominik snuggling into your pillow. The silence gives you time to think about the thing he told you, you feel like it's not true. So for the third time you check, "Is it true what you said? About the 5 years?", you whisper unsure and a little confused by it. Dominik peaks with inrest leaning against your bare back, "I thought you didn't want to talk about it". You're quick to fire back, "I don't".

"Then shut up", you whip around.

"Shut up? Yeah, I'll shut up", you throw yourself to turn to the side dramatically.

Dominik laughs to himself husky, he pulls on your shoulder making you completely on your back under him. You push yourself up to kiss him and Dominik comes down to meet your lips just as fast. You both pull back but you and him both kiss repetitively a few more times, that spark like a drug to you both. His lips and heart were calling to you, something you'd struggle to turn down if you could. But you can't resist him, you can't resist running your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. All that for him to look at you as if he'd never let you go even after 5 years.

#dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio x you #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik my bbg #dom dom #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fanfiction #wwe

[slytherheign]

WORTH THE WAIT | tasm!peter parker

PART 3/5 OF WORTH: THE SERIES.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SUMMARY: it was time for you to start life anew in another country. back in new york, spider-man and his most trusted friends investigate the meaning behind the two letters carved on his back.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, depression, grieving, and cursing. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 17+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: the lists of people’s names and places i put in this chapter are entirely made up by me. if there are real people or places with those names, please know that it is purely coincidental.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

"I'm gonna accept it," you stated.

Peter smiled even though you couldn't see it underneath his mask. It was bittersweet—how the moment he finally had a second chance at love, he had to let it go yet again.

It was for the best. He kept on repeating it to himself, ignoring how a part of himself believed that it wasn't. If being Spider-Man was meant to be a blessing, then why does he feel that it was a curse instead?

If only he could be selfish just this once. He wished to not care about the killer and keep you in bed for days; he wished to take you out on dates without threats waiting around the corner; he wished to be with you without fearing for your life; he wished for a normal life. But he supposed not every wish was given to become true.

So without any more doubt, he asked you, "When are you moving?"

"Mitch said it's urgent, so I guess in 2-3 days," you shrugged.

"Mitch?"

"Oh—my HR manager at work."

He nodded. "You two close?"

"Well, not that much," you admitted. "But he's very friendly, and he's the one who talks to me the most at the company."

"Okay," he replied blandly.

"Okay..." you stated slowly.

"Y-yeah. Cool. Seems like a nice guy," he cursed at himself for being too suspicious. But if he had to admit, though, he would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous.

"What about this apartment?" he asked.

"Well, this apartment would be clear since I'm moving out. I'll pack all my things and move them to my house before I leave. Why did you ask? Planning on moving here?" you teased.

If you only knew.

He chuckled. "Good one. Don't mind me asking, though," he started. "What about his things?"

You immediately understood who he was pertaining to. "His things are moving into my house as well."

"I just can't leave them—" you continued. "I don't want to leave them here."

He could sense that you were getting emotional. "When will you get back?" he averted the topic.

"I'm not actually sure," you confessed.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could give you an answer."

"It's okay—yeah-it's fine," he waved his hand. "All good here," he flicked two of his thumbs up.

“Well, do I get to see your face before I leave?” you joked.

He chuckled as he shook his head. “No, sorry.”

There was no confirmation of your return. He didn't even have the slightest idea if you would. But if you do, then all he had to do was wait.

If it took weeks, months, or even years, he was ready to wait no matter how long it would take to. 

And even if it took forever, then forever it shall be. He was prepared to wait for you.

The last time you saw Spider-Man was when he helped you move your things to your house yesterday. It was now 7 p.m., and you sat quietly on your room’s window sill. Being back at your family’s house was nostalgic in many different ways. The house itself was a souvenir. A reminder of the good times and the bad ones as every corner of every room brought you back to the moments you spent there growing up. Moments where your parents were still alive.

You took a tour around the place, deciding it would be a good idea before you leave this country. It was nice to be back here and relive some memories. You relished the feeling of being in every room—except one. No, not that one. You couldn’t bring yourself to go inside that room. The room with the large window that overlooked the most painful view. The room with the king-sized bed with yellow sheets.

You slightly opened the room’s door, not enough to go in or see what was inside but enough to trail your hands on the doorknob on the other side to click it. You shut the door, knowing that it was locked now, and slowly stepped away.

Your flight was scheduled for 9 a.m. tomorrow. You had no idea as to what kind of life you would face once you moved to Japan. Mitch has told you that he has ensured you would have a place to stay and that all you had to do was to get to the country and meet someone there to point you to your apartment. He also informed you that he was able to convince the company to let your stay be only for a month to test the waters. It was so you could have a choice whether you’d like to stay permanently in Japan or move back again to New York since he knew that a change this major would make a significant impact on your life.

You trusted Mitch. He was always kind to you.

You realized you should probably start packing for your trip. There was a whole new life waiting for you tomorrow.

Peter wasn’t able to visit you on your last day in New York. Don’t get him wrong, he very much wanted to, but the minute he woke up this morning, he was already busy figuring out the meaning behind the two letters carved on his back.

To not be too suspicious, Peter decided to evade wearing his spider suit until their investigation was over. With Carlos and Charlene’s help, they were able to get the names of places with the acronym of MG within New York.

They had a list.

And they planned to check all of them.

Metro Gate

“This is a subdivision, Peter,” Charlene stated the obvious. “How do we do this? We can’t check inside a house without a warrant.”

“At least the street cameras?” he inquired.

“We’ll find a way,” she replied.

Mrs. Gardens

“Negative, Peter,” Carlos looked at the different variations of plants around the place. “This is a plant shop owned by a grandma. Surely, a grandma like her isn’t physically able to attack people?”

“Hey, look—”

“What?” Both Peter and Charlene turned to face him.

“I think we need this for our apartment,” he pointed at a bonsai tree.

“Seriously?” Peter sighed.

“What? It’s pretty…”

“It is pretty,” Charlene agreed, defending her partner from the tensed-up hero.

Peter sighed once again, “C’mon, let’s go.”

Middle Grove

“This is the same as the Metro Gate one,” Charlene informed.

“Hmm,” Peter agreed with a nod.

“So, street cameras then?” she implied.

He nodded.

Mega Grand

“Now, this is something,” Carlos reacted. They looked at a great sign that lit up above the vast casino.

Peter didn’t even notice that the sun had set until he looked at how the light emitted by the sign lit up brightly against the night sky. This finding-out-who-scorpion-is thing was becoming tiring, and the fact that today was your last day in the city and he couldn’t spend it with you was crushing him.

Charlene broke his thoughts with a question, “Alright, so where do we start?”

“Hold on—“ Carlos interrupted. “I believe we’re underdressed for this place. There’s no way we’re going to get in wearing these,” he motioned at the casual clothes they were wearing.

“What do people here even wear?” Charlene asked, but her question was immediately answered when they saw a couple wearing a suit and a cocktail dress get in. “Nevermind.”

“Should we just go back tomorrow?” Carlos suggested.

“No,” Peter replied almost instantly. “We can’t afford to waste too much time. How about we go to your apartment and change for a bit and then come back here?”

“Yes,” replied Charlene. “That could work.”

You heard your phone ring while you were in the middle of packing your things. Sighing, you picked it up to set it between your ear and shoulder. You didn’t bother to see who it was and just continued to pack the rest of your things.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Mitch on the other line.

“Oh hey, Mitch! Why’d you call?”

“Hey, c’mon man! Make that call later!” you heard someone shout in the background. Mitch only chuckled and continued, “Just wanna ask how you’re doing?”

“Well—” you tried to answer, but the loud screeching of a chair and the slight sound of coins hitting metal made you take your phone away from your ears. “I’m currently packing for the trip.”

“Good—that’s good. You feeling excited?”

“Nervous, more like,” you chuckled. “But yeah, I guess excited too.”

“Hey, don’t worry. That’s normal,” you hear the slot machines spinning on the other line. “Alright, nice talking to you. Good luck tomorrow.”

You were about to reply, but he had already ended the call.

Clad in their dress and suits, the trio was back at the Mega Grand’s entrance, ready to explore the place.

“Peter?” Carlos called him, asking for his plan.

“Get inside. Observe the surroundings. Familiarize the faces,” he ordered. “And if it’s possible, get the names of the usual gamblers.”

They entered the place smoothly. Not even the biggest one of the guards took a second glance at him or the two officers. Only people with memberships could get into this place, but they were able to keep an act that Charlene was a celebrity and he and Carlos were her bodyguards.

Peter spoke up the moment they were able to get inside. “Let’s meet back here after an hour,” he said, getting a headstart towards the tables.

“On it,” the two officers acknowledged.

Peter strode the place with a cool act. Every gambling table seemed to have a crowd of people around it watching. He was able to join one of them with no effort.

So far, the people around the table had nothing suspicious. But he continued to observe just in case. That was until he heard someone shout loudly from another table.

“Hey, c’mon man! Make that call later!”

He decided to leave his position and walk towards where he heard the shout. Just as he was finding a good spot to observe the table from, the man who shouted left with a loud screech of a chair, announcing that he was going to the bathroom.

Minutes passed by, and the man returned. There was nothing suspicious or interesting happening at that table as well, except maybe that a guy went to the bathroom and another one—that he didn’t see the face of, thanks to the unbelievably big crowd that was covering the view—was on his phone wishing someone on the other line good luck for tomorrow.

He figured he would explore the place more before meeting back with his two friends.

It wasn’t long until they met up with each other. Considering that it was pretty late and they had had an exhausting day, they decided to share each other’s findings in the morning.

You boarded the plane with a bittersweet feeling. You can’t believe you were about to leave the city for forever—or a month at the least.

Opening your phone as you sat waiting for the plane to leave, you decided to send a text to Peter. You knew he wouldn’t be able to read it, of course, but it would make you feel better to somehow let him know you were about to leave New York.

Hey, Pete.

God, I haven’t texted you for so long.

You couldn’t hold back the tears that started to form as you typed the words.

I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving the city.

But don’t worry, I’m still going to visit you and the house. Oh and speaking of the house, your things are there too. I figured you wouldn’t want them to stay at the old apartment (they might throw it away haha).

You chuckled bitterly, sighing as you fought with yourself whether to text what you were thinking of sending or not. He’s dead. Why were you even still struggling to say it? Shaking your head, you sent the words.

I’m sorry, Peter.

For leaving.

You quietly gasped for air as you struggled to control your tears. Fortunately, the seat next to yours was still unoccupied and the people around you paid no attention or didn’t notice you. You wiped the tears that escaped with the sleeves of your grey jacket as you continued.

I miss you so much, Pete.

I love you.

You closed your phone and turned it into airplane mode. Minutes later, the seat next to yours was taken and the plane left the city.

You spent most of the flight asleep. But when you woke up, you couldn’t avoid the nagging feeling of wanting to get back.

You remembered Spider-Man. He was a great friend. In some ways, he reminded you of Peter. Their mannerisms were the same—the constant movements of their hands when they talked and their rambling about random things. Even their voices were so similar. But he’s not Peter, of course. No one comes close to Peter.

You felt sad that you had to leave the hero behind. You wondered if he had other friends—shit, you hoped he had other friends because it would suck knowing you just left someone entirely alone. Or maybe it was because of that reason you really decided to go—to leave him alone.

You made it seem to Spider-Man that the reason you decided to go was because he pushed you to. That was why you asked for his opinion, right? And while it was true because admittedly you were skeptical about going, you purposely missed out the part that whether or not he pushed you to go, you already made up your mind on going; the hero wanting you to accept the offer was just your go signal.

You were aware that it was cruel to play with his mind and potentially his heart as well. But you convinced yourself that it was for the best—not only for you but also for him. 

Somehow, you managed to lose everyone you have ever loved. If it wasn’t your family or Peter dying, it was your friends leaving. Regardless if it was your fault or not, you felt as though a curse had been set upon you that set it in stone that whoever got close to you would leave in an incredibly painful manner.

The real reason why you left was because of that.

The truth was, you cherished every moment you spent with the hero. You had gotten close to him, and he had gotten close to you in return.

What was worse was that you saw yourself loving him—Spider-Man.

You couldn’t let that happen.

So you left in order to prevent any future loss and heartbreak.

Peter groggily woke up from the couch, deciding to start his day immediately. There was no time for extra minutes of sleep when a killer was on the loose. After showering and dressing himself, he made breakfast for the three of them to share.

Moments later, they finished up their meal and settled to work right away. They made up a plan to ensure the day would be productive.

Peter was to go to Metro Gate and check the street cameras. Considering that it was a private subdivision, he would need to go to its guardhouse to access the footage.

Carlos was to go to Middle Grove and do the same.

Charlene was to go to the station and check the city cameras.

They would meet back at their apartment in the afternoon.

“Carlos, you start,” Peter instructed when they returned.

“Okay,” Carlos nodded in response. “I checked the street footage from the last two weeks to yesterday. No suspicious movements. Middle Grove is safe and clear.”

Peter nodded. “I did the same with Metro Gate, checked the footage from the last month to yesterday just to be sure, also clear.”

Two things off the list—so far, this was going good. 

“Charlene?”

“I only double-checked yesterday’s footage since we already double-checked the ones before that, and we already have someone there to check the cameras every second constantly. Also clear. Scorpion is suspiciously quiet,” she reported.

“Also, I have managed to get the names of Mega Grand’s usual gamblers.”

You landed at the airport and were now waiting for your baggage. People around the place were already so lovely, and you sent everyone who welcomed you a smile. 

Remembering what Mitch had told you, you expected that someone was to be waiting for you at the arrival section already, so you made your way immediately to not keep them waiting for too long.

What you were not expecting was that someone was to be Mitch himself. 

“Y/N!” he greeted you.

“Mitch!” you accepted the hug he was offering. “Oh my God! Why are you here?”

“Surprise! I requested to be relocated as well. I figured you don’t want to be alone.”

“Wait, really? How long have you been here?”

“Yup! Been here for only like 2 hours ago and thought I’d just wait for you to arrive. Now c’mon, let’s go to the apartment,” he said as he helped you with your bags.

You both arrived at the apartment after a few hours of traveling. Mitch toured you around to get you started. “Where will you stay?” you asked him.

“Here.”

You were not expecting that.

“But there’s only one room?”

“Then I guess we just have to share,” he winked.

“Oh-okay,” you smiled awkwardly. “Well, thank you for the tour. I’m going to the bedroom to arrange my things.”

At least the room had two separate beds.

“Have you seen my phone?” Peter asked.

“No,” the two responded in unison. 

Peter shrugged. “I’ll just use the computer then. You say the names, and then I’ll search them on the internet.”

“Nice, I’ll do the same with my phone. That way, we can go through the list quickly,” Carlos insisted.

“Okay, let’s do this. Who’s on the list?” Peter asked. 

Charlene read the names aloud.

“Nick Grand”

“Emma Grand”

“Nick is the owner of the Mega Grand. Also a businessman,” Peter reported.

“Yup, and Emma is his wife,” Carlos informed.

“Jacob Truss”

“Allison Greta”

“Jacob is a fellow businessman and a good friend of Nick,” Peter answered.

“Allison is a college student from a very rich family. Her parents own a marketing firm,” Carlos responded.

“Madison Realle”

“Emman Gates”

“Madison is a classmate of Allison. And guessing from the really plenty of pictures of them partying together, they’re best friends,” Peter started.

“Emman is dating Madison and a cousin of Jacob,” Carlos added.

“Jade Winters”

“Amy Lee”

“It says here that Jade came from a rich family as well. Both parents are Grand’s business partners.”

“And Amy Lee is one of Grand’s business partners too.”

They crossed off 13 more in that list. “This is nuts,” Charlene sighed. “They’re all just rich people that are weirdly connected to each other.”

They were onto the last two.

“Mary Grand”

“Mary is the daughter of the Grand’s,” Carlos reported.

“Mac Gargan”

Peter tensed at the mention of the name.

“It says here that he’s a private investigator—” Carlos started to read, but Peter interrupted him.

“I know him.”

Both Carlos and Charlene turned to look at him.

“John Jonah Jameson hired him to investigate me before,” he admitted.

“J. Jonah Jameson? The news guy?” Carlos asked to make sure.

He nodded. “I used to work at the Daily Bugle as a photographer, and they were suspicious about why I had so many clear pictures of Spider-Man. They failed to know why. I left and had no idea what happened to Jonah or him after that.”

“Holy shit, Peter. His name,” Charlene swallowed, staring at the name repeatedly.

“Mac Gargan”

Carlos’ eyes widened as he realized.

“MG.”

“Fuck,” Peter murmured. “What else do we know about him?”

Carlos typed away instantly.

“It says here he has a twin,” he announced.

“Name?” Charlene asked. She was visibly tensed as well.

“Mitchell Gargan. He works at Greta Marketing Co.”

Peter had never stood from a sitting position so fast. As soon as he heard that name and that company, he knew. 

He had to find his phone and call you.

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[whosyourcreepyunclenow]

alright, for some reason this exists. not quite aware about your boundaries, so I'm obligated to warn: this content may not be suitable for some readers

warnings: smut, ust, non-conish dub-con(?), toxic crap, sad silly nonsense, probably weird english

was written to a nice song though

(it's pov Michael but I can only write in second person, so imagine yourself a depressed middle-aged man and go ahead)

It’s supposed to be a fucking jinx, doesn’t it? Just how you missed the old times few crazy weeks ago, so much you hate ‘em now. And of course, hate yourself for missing ‘em, like it somehow brought back that wild crap right into your present day. What a joke.

Memories should remain memories. To indulge yourself in a good old shitty nostalgia, to dive headlong into that abyss again and get off scot-free. Your personal paradise of fun where the heart trembles, the night's still young, and the bullet in your shoulder doesn’t bother like a real one. No bruises from recoil, no shortness of breath. You’re the sharpest shooter, Mikey, the clearest mind, you always make the right decisions.

Such a calming little lie to fool yourself you could be better than this. Not just a drunk old loser, feeling sorry for himself, but a drunk old loser with history, which you wisely choose to left behind and move forward. You were a terrible person, you still are. However even a terrible person needs something to be proud of.

And there must be no way for that special something to become more than just a back door to escape reality. No fucking way.

The old days taste like nauseating warm beer and smell like piss. Stained with blood, sweat and cum, sound like annoyingly loud swearing and crunch of broken glass. It was a lot easier to forget their true colors, so you gladly forgot, leaving the only ones suitable for a proper melancholic reminiscence. You know, ain’t nothing wrong with romanticizing the past. The trouble begins when you're starting regret things. Oh man, you should never trust your memories, they’re such fabulists…

Another bottle became a pile of trash for Patricia to clean up. Not sure how obvious but you kinda hate her for no reason, just along for the ride. She could tidy up this rubbish dump for days, it’ll never get clean. She could call him good, kind, mature or whatever, he’ll never stop being himself. And neither will you.

Trying to steady the swaying room, you stabilize its dirty walls with your hands, occasionally grabbing a poster girl’s ass, she doesn’t get offended. The next one even deserved a slight slap, as if you weren’t already horny enough – to even feel the seductive warmth of skin through the faded paper and sincerely enjoy that little illusion of touch. Same 'bout an illusion of privacy behind the flimsy folding door you keep closed anyway.

At least he doesn’t mind. Being asleep and completely wasted, the only thing his doped body’s still capable of is snoring. Lying on his back, with his arms and legs spread out, in that smelly stretched briefs, he’s utterly disgusting and sexy at the same time.

Well, in the old days you wouldn’t think twice. But it ain’t the old days.

So you just carelessly shoved him aside and fell down with your face in the pillow, warm and wet from his oily hair. Took a deep breath. Fucking awful as always. He murmured something unintelligible, then turned on his stomach too, but faced to the other side. You don’t look at him either.

“Forget any idea ‘bout molesting me, pork chop. Or I’ll get sober and shove a grenade into your butt, you hear me?”

Feels like you’d blow up his butt right now, without any other tools except your own. Why the hell.

“You really flatter yourself, T. Like… greatly.”

Still somehow managed to keep your voice smooth, though the stupid nervous smirk makes it a bit softer. You swallowed hard, throwing the fuck out of your mind that nostalgic bullshit ‘bout using your saliva in a more efficient way. There was times when your fingers woulda been doing their job already, now they simply clenched into a fist, crumpling a checkered blanket. Those times have passed long ago.

“We both know you ain’t too picky.”

Is he taunting or just mocking you? Any mistake could be unreasonably costly in a lot of senses.

“Yeah, maybe.”

The catch is you ain’t even confident about yourself anymore, face it. Desire is enormous, the foretaste drives you crazy – hey, when was the last time you felt so aroused by someone? Or just aroused without any fucking reason, like in your twenties, but still aroused as fuck? Though it doesn’t mean that need can be satisfied, since any little bullshit’s enough to ruin the feeling and turn you off like a broken switch. So you hate yourself again and hate your body, hate your deceptive mind, hate your everything.

Guess getting old is a great excuse for losing interest, yeah? At least it works for Amanda and your other whores who demand from you much more than you're capable of. But the truth is you haven’t ever lost interest, you’ve just become more… picky? Or egoistic. Or less randomly horny for pretty things or simply tired from imitating it – that’s what they usually call sexual problems.

Resumed snoring let you know that T’s asleep again. So alright, you can continue feeling pity for yourself until the morning. The only thing you can do as long as you want.

Or there’s another option. Weirdly compromise, still crazy. Hence exciting.

You cautiously turned on your back and glanced at him to check, as if the obvious sound was not enough. Part of you treacherously want him to wake up at the worst moment possible, but clearly not yet. Man, what the fuck are you doing…

Quietly unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, suddenly worrying. Years ago it was his thing to masturbate on you sleeping, what always felt confusing when you caught him doing that. As if you were jealous of him to himself and somehow got offended, what a dumbass. Didn’t realize that every opportunity to touch someone you wanna touch is a treasure.

And now you’re casually squeezing your cock, remembering his. You jerked him half-ass mechanically, roughly, without giving a single fuck about his pleasure, the only one that really mattered was your own. Of course you tried to make it less obvious, but it was obvious – you were awful. And he loved you awful. More than anyone.

“Fuck, Trevor…”

Can’t help but whispering, not expecting to be heard. Your handjob is a lot better when you’re staring at his sweaty back, fighting the urge to remove these shitty briefs. Ain’t no even need to screw, you may climax just from looking at his naked ass.

It's almost perfect time for him to wake up and punch you. Almost.

Luckily, he doesn’t. Even when you’ve finally lost your damn mind and pull off his underwear, then predicably realized you need more than looking. And holy fuck… this was your last meaningful conclusion.

Quite unable to mess around, you got to the point, eagerly lubing up your cock with saliva and pushing apart his buttocks, barely maintaining a sense of reality… With all these toys he regularly shoves in himself, you thought it would be easier, but his hole just doesn’t let you in. So you spat on your fingers once more and smeared on his tight entrance, then tried again. He’s already disturbed enough to start moaning and lazily fidget, but not fully awake yet.

“Hey, T… You wanted the old me? You’ll get him.”

Finally, he howled when you pushed yourself inside, probably too fast. Ain’t exactly how things should be done, you was merely trying to avoid that awkward pause between “I wanna fuck you” and “I’m actually fucking you” stages. Just can’t deal with that clarifying relationships shit, not fucking now…

“FUCK!”

Alright, he woke up. And he’s trying to shove you out, if only you hadn’t held his bottom like a fucking lifeline.

“Am I shitting? Feels like a big turd’s stuck in my butt… Not so big, actually.”

“Hi to you too, Trevor.”

It’s so tense here like he’s trying to bit off your manhood with his anus and chew it. And maybe a little dry, yet not enough for him to lament.

“Remember what I said ‘bout molesting me, sugar?”

You spread out his cheeks slightly, conciliatory massaging them to appease, but he keeps struggling. It’s easier to lay down and put your weight upon him, bury yourself even deeper, softly mutter into his neck.

“C'mon, T, let me love you…”

He smells attractively horrible, alluring your lips to fondle his skin with short kisses. He tastes salty.

“It’s not fucking LOVE, you dick! It’s taking advantage!”

“Call it whatever you like.”

You thrust in him slowly, knead his hips with all tender affection you can muster, what the fuck else does he want? Alright, it ain’t really convenient now but lift him a bit to play with his boy too, and this time do it right… Oh please, just make sure to do it right.

God, he’s hard. He’s hard and hot like hell, goddammit…

“No! Just, NO I said! And pull your junk outta me!”

So this moron just slapped your hand, shoved it away and wriggled out from under your body, making you both highly unpleasant. Fucking great!

He got up, swaying and shaking, put up his briefs back on and somehow fixed his boner. Still doesn’t look at your face, though he’s not the only who hesitates. After all, you have no damn idea what went wrong or what he wanted you to do. From your perspective it felt as good as it could be, unspeakably good.

“Oh seriously, what’s the problem?”

Crap, he clearly didn’t like the question.

“What’s the problem?! WHAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM you asking?!”

“Yes, what’s the fucking problem!”

Fuck it. He finally turned and faced you, with so much desperate hate in his eyes that you went numb. Like everything what happened was so terribly wrong he could never forgive. Like you hurt him in ways you can’t even imagine.

“Listen… Right now, I’m making incredible efforts to not kill you, Michael,” his voice got menacingly quiet, yet notes of deeply rising anger strive to break through. “If that ain’t A PROBLEM to you, guess what I’d be doing with your corpse!”

Shit, he’s so fucking fine when he’s mad. Scary to realize, you’d probably rape him, if only he wasn’t a lot stronger, even with a such hangover. Or perhaps what you’ve already done can be as well considered as a sexual violence – of course, how else. So you’re a rapist now. Congratulations, pal.

“A-right, I got it,” but you’re still a human, who has his goddamn feelings too. “Go fuck yourself then.”

That treacherous, suicidal part of you expected him to react – in any way. He could punch you, slam you against the wall, chock you, shove a fucking grenade into your ass, rape you in revenge. You want him to do fucking anything, you just want him. Desperately.

Hastily zipping up your pants, slide open the door and leave. Patricia’s asleep on the coach or pretending being asleep. Who cares.

When harrowing horniness finally let you go, thirst hit. So bad you’d dry up the Alamo Sea despite its saltiness and ask for more. You bursted into a bathroom, opened the tap at full and drunk greedily from your palms until you felt sick, but couldn’t bring yourself to vomit. The water was muddy, rusty and smelled like sewer, lovely taste of a childhood. Lastly, you washed your face and turned to the broken mirror.

Of course, you’re miserable. Fat old fool with shadows under his eyes, saggy skin and smoky teeth. So what goddamn hopes you had for yourself? He might like that perfect old you, young and handsome, everyone’s blue-eyed boy. Oh, you were hot back in the day, admit it.

You were something to jerk on. Now you ain’t even someone to drunkenly fuck.

So go outside, get in the car. Find yourself the ugliest, the dopest hooker and blow your load into her stretched ass to chill out. Kill some strangers, if doesn’t help, trash someone’s car, rob a store. No other entertainment in this fucking nowhere.

#trikey #non-conish dub-con #Micheal De Santa x Trevor Philips #fanfiction #smut #dubcon #michael x trevor #michael de santa #trevor philips #angst #songfic in some way #SoundCloud #gta 5 #gta v #sandy shores #Michael is the prettiest man alive btw #Trevor is the sexiest #those idiots #why there's so much misunderstanding between them #can explain why it isn't a rape in a literal sense if someone doesn't get it so you're free to ask #didn't give more warnings/tags (which are maybe should be given) cuz I don't wanna spoil too much so decide for yourself #maybe I'll continue and Trevor will fuck the life out of Michael by consent #sori me no talks englis veri mach

[midorisudachi]

Several months ago I was feeling nostalgic & played Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age II again, about a decade after I had first played them. A few weeks I posted my fan art of my OC & Alistair. Now it's time for my Hawke OC & her love interest!

When I had first played DAII, I made Anders my love interest. This time around, I decided to change things up & make my character go for the broody Fenris. It took a lot to get him to slightly warm up to my character (whom I named "Chevaune Hawke), but then there was that sexy scene where Fenris couldn't help himself and he kissed Hawke, and then she returned the kiss by pushing him against the wall. (I never knew she had it in her! Lol!) But after they got intimate, darned Fenris was already getting dressed, so Hawke asked, "Was it that bad?" To which Fenris replied, "I'm sorry. It's not...it was fine. No...that is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed." I got why he was afraid to get close to somebody, so Chevaune & Fenris remained "just friends" (no intimacy" for a few years, but I made my character loyal to him.

Eventually, this conversation happened:

Fenris – “We have never discussed what happened between us three years ago.”

Hawke – “You didn’t want to talk about it.”

Fenris – “I felt like a fool. I thought it better if you hated me. I deserve no less. But it isn’t better. That night… I remember your touch as if it were yesterday. I should have asked your forgiveness long ago. I hope you can forgive me know.”

Hawke – “I need to understand why you left, Fenris.”

Fenris – “I’ve thought about the answer a thousand times. The pain, the memories it brought up, it was too much. I was a coward. If I could go back, I’d stay. Tell you how I felt.”

Hawke – “What would you have said?”

Fenris – “Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you. ”

Hawke – “I understand. I always understood.”

Fenris – “If there is a future to be had, I will walk gladly into it at your side.”

Then they kissed. Awwwww. Ha ha. They had such a complicated relationship but I'm glad my Chevaune Hawke got his heart & affections. Especially at the end, before the final battle...Fenris said, "“I…may not get the chance to say this again. Meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me, Hawke. Promise me you won’t die. I can’t bear the thought of living without you.” Notice how I drew him wearing the Hawke logo at his hip? He eventually wears that in the game after a while.

At one point during the game (before all the final battle/ending stuff), Anders questioned Chevaune, stating that he did get what she saw in Fenris & hinted that she be better with him instead! In fact, all my companions questioned my relationship with Fenris! LOL! Varric once stated, "I haven't told anybody about you and that angsty Trevinter elf." Ha ha! Even Chevaune's grumpy arse uncle (Gamlen) said (in a snarky tone), "So you're into elves now? It takes all kinds of people." Oh, shut up. Ha ha. There was a lot more bantering & conversations, but I'm not going to type them here, because it would take up a lot of space! As it is, I already wrote too much! *Grins*

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mix of Copic Markers & Ohuhu Markers.

Fan artwork © Jacqueline E. McNeese

Dragon Age II/Fenris/Hawke © Electronic Arts/Bioware

#dragon age #dragon age fan art #dragon age fanart #dragon age art #da fanart #dragon age ii #da 2 #dragon age 2 #hawke #dragon age hawke #dragon age oc #fenris #dragon age fenris #dragon age romances #dragon age elf #kirkwall #electronic arts #copic markers #ohuhu markers #traditional art

[jedzeb]

"A trip down memory lane" or something

For me, there are some songs that I listen to that remind me of whatever part of my life I would often listen to that song during. This is the power of music; the same song brings different emotions and different memories to each person, and can give you the feeling of being brought back in time.

Video games can be described as an escape from reality for many. This makes the unique combination of being brought to a time where you are experiencing another world. It feels childish, but despite that, this is a big part of some people's childhood and lives. So let's go back in time real quick.

Disclaimer, I'm going to use some remixes/remasters for these songs that I think fit the song better. Also, they're almost all Pokémon ;)

Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver ~ New Bark Town

The peaceful, first town music of each Pokémon game is always a nostalgic one, as it is the sound of a new adventure. Still being a huge Pokémon fan at the age of 20, hearing the starting town music from a game I played when I was 7 years old is a feeling like no other. It makes me remember the days where I had fun even without having to try understanding everything. This is a great studying or waiting song for me.

Minecraft ~ Volume Alpha

Nowadays, it is pretty widely accepted that video games can get very addicting and consuming. My first time experiencing this was with Minecraft. A simple game with endless possibilities, where you build up your own world, at your own pace, however you want. The song might be even more nostalgic than New Bark Town's theme for me. Being one of the most popular games in the world to this day, this song probably brings nostalgic feelings for many. As it is a slow paced song like New Bark Town's theme, this could be good study music. However, I don't personally listen to this.

Pokémon Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire ~ vs. Wally

Perhaps one of the most interesting things in video games is the concept of characters. While they bring lots to the table, there is one thing that isn't expressed much: the fact that you are always the main character. In Pokémon, this means all of those around you will be weaker than you in the end, because canonically, you win every battle.

In the original Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald games, Wally was a character with little impact or meaning to the games. He was just a boy who was overprotected by his uncle, and who you would help start up his adventure. In the remakes (Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire), he starts off similar, but grows into a different character in the end. He is no longer another random kid for the player to crush on their path to become champion. Now he has the resolve to win, and doesn't care for being protected by his uncle. He gives one of the best speeches in the series, then goes straight into the hardest guitar theme in the series to kick off the player's battle with him.

A discussion on GameFAQS goes over how he feels like a different character altogether. In the end he still loses of course, but his battle theme is honestly one of my favorite songs in general, and I would listen to it at any time. It would be a crime to describe it with any word other than awesome.

Pokémon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum ~ The piano before Cynthia

The piano that every Pokémon player fears. It would have been criminal of me to not include this song, so here it is.

For context, this is the song that plays right before the player's battle against the champion of Sinnoh (a region), Cynthia. The battle against the champion is (usually) the climax of a Pokémon game. Whoever defeats the reigning champion is granted the title of champion for themselves, and is the end goal for the protagonist.

As you make it to the final battle, the intense piano begins to play. And before you is Cynthia, the girl who goes around studying the history of Sinnoh; little did you know that the whole time, she was destined to be your final opponent.

Looking and acting badass isn't all there is to Cynthia, though. Remember when I said every Pokémon player fears this song? She is notorious for being the most difficult "boss" in the entire series.

Overall, an epic moment to be remembered. Just chills every listen.

Kirby's Dream Land ~ Green Greens

Ah yes, Kirby. The adorable little circle that goes around eating things. Green Greens truly captures the fun of these games and the world of Kirby. That is all this song means to me, but that is okay. It's still a banger and the energy it gives is refreshing.

These songs and many others from games give a kind of feeling that I can't find in any other kind of music. I could listen to most of them in any way, but studying, walking around, and driving would be the best 3 things overall.

Below are some other songs I really like and will include in this playlist, but won't go into depth about (If you're into this kind of music, I highly recommend giving "vs. Trainer Red" and "vs. Zinnia" a try):

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time ~ Lost Woods

Pokémon Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire ~ Zinnia's Sorrow/vs. Zinnia

Pokémon Gold/Silver/Crystal ~ vs. Trainer Red

Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon ~ Partner's Theme

#Youtube #pokemon #trainer red #cynthia #zinnia #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon super mystery dungeon #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #kirby #minecraft #music #video game music #videogame music #pokemon music

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hiii💕💕💕 I wanted to make a request for mumon with an s/o that owns a litlle shop similar to kozue's father and she works there and feeds mumon and makes sure he is allways fed

Situation: Mumon with an S/O who owns a ramen shop / Mumon con un S/O que tiene una tienda de ramen.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon was magnetically attracted to the S/O's ramen stand ever since he saw it in a park. The yellow lights over the bar, the five unoccupied seats for him to choose from, the reddish flags that covered part of the S/O's face while cooking, the aroma that wafted through and made his stomach growl.

A fleeting thought made Mumon laugh nostalgically, “Are all ramen restaurants in places as desolate as this?”

His thoughts overwhelmed him for a few seconds, a strong feeling of nostalgia and sadness crawled up his throat, almost taking the wind out of him. The surroundings became fuzzy and dark, consuming him.

“Hey!”, the unknown voice disconnected him from his sadness, enveloping him in curiosity so that he would look for the origin, “This way, boy.”

Maybe they were his eyes used to wandering through the darkness of the night, but he felt blinded by the brightness of the person who was watching him with their hands on their waist. That slight calm expression and firm posture of theirs brought a different mental image to him. He took a deep breath because of that.

“You look very thin,” their observation was a confusing comment for Mumon, he even observed himself to understand the words he heard.

“What?” His confused expression produced a laugh from the other person.

“Are you hungry?” They didn't give him an answer or explanation for their previous comment, they just called him to come over, “Have a seat and I'll prepare something for you to eat.”

“I'm sorry,” Mumon shook his head, rejecting their proposal, “I don't have any money with me.”

“It's not what I asked,” Mumon's face reflected his surprise after the S/O's laughter, “I'll invite you, come on, sit down.”

He wasn't really talkative for a few minutes, staying quiet as the S/O idly talked about what ingredients they have available and which ones they can add additionally to Mumon's order. He just smiled and thanked them for the kindness.

The S/O was warm to him, speaking familiarly as they cooked for Mumon, asking about him and his interests, appearing genuinely fascinated by everything Mumon could tell.

The company was pleasant and the food was incredible, at some point during the night Mumon felt a kind of déjà vu. As if an old memory had come to life. It was nice.

It was like putting a Band-Aid on an untreated wound.

The S/O asked him to come back whenever he wanted, that they would be there and that they would be happy to receive him. And Mumon took their word very seriously.

He returned three nights later, this time with money and a calm smile on his face. Those three nights became two, those two nights became one and when he realized it, Mumon went every night to see the S/O; He would pay to eat or not.

“I'm happy to see you better,” the S/O's comment left Mumon somewhat curious in the middle of his bowl of ramen.

“Um?”, he ignored the S/O's reprimand for speaking with his mouth full, “What are you trying to say to that?”

“You look happy,” Mumon looked at the S/O strangely, as if a second head was growing from their neck, “Your eyes don't shine with sadness like the first time you saw my ramen stand.”

The boy blinked perplexed by their words, remembering the bitter feeling he had on that occasion, feeling a little distant now. Maybe less sad.

“I was very worried that time,” the S/O admitted, “You seemed to be lost in great sadness, even when you smiled the first time that time, I noticed it. There was something that made you sad."

“Aren't I good at hiding my feelings?” Mumon took that as a joke.

“Sadness is hard to hide,” he hummed at the S/O's statements, “It escapes through your eyes and through your skin, and the harder you try to hide it, the more it shows.”

Mumon listened silently after noticing that his plate was already empty, he stood there for a few seconds before looking up and meeting the S/O's calm smile. It was a good comfort, he was sure.

“I think you're right,” he admitted with a small sigh.

Then, Mumon heard the S/O continue talking, being kind and doing what they loved. An insistent thought kept rolling through his head because of that.

“Are all Ramen restaurant owners this nice?”

Versión en español

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon se sintió magnéticamente atraído por el puesto de ramen del S/O desde que la vio en un parque. Las luces amarillas sobre la barra, los cinco asientos desocupados para que pudiera escoger, las banderas rojizas que cubrían parte del rostro del S/O al cocinar, el aroma que flotaba y que le hacía rugir el estómago.

Un fugaz pensamiento hizo reír nostálgicamente a Mumon, “¿todos los restaurantes de ramen están en lugares tan desolados como este?”

Sus pensamientos lo abrumaron durante unos segundos, un fuerte sentimiento de nostalgia y tristeza escalo por su garganta, casi quitándole el aire. Su alrededor se volvió difuso y oscuro, consumiéndolo.

“¡Oye!”, la voz desconocida lo desconecto de su tristeza, envolviéndolo en curiosidad para que buscara el origen, “Por aquí chico”

Quizá eran sus ojos acostumbrados a vagar por la oscuridad de la noche, pero se sintió cegado por el brillo de la persona que lo observaba con las manos en la cintura. Esa ligera expresión calmada y la postura firme le trajeron una imagen mental diferente. Tomo una profunda respiración a causa de eso.

“Te ves muy delgado”, su observación fue un comentario confuso para Mumon, incluso se observó a sí mismo para comprender las palabras que escuchaba.

“¿Qué?”, su mueca confundida produjo una risa en la otra persona.

“¿Tienes hambre?”, no le dio una respuesta o explicación por su comentario anterior, solo le llamo para que se acercara, “Toma asiento y prepararé algo para que comas”

“Lo siento”, Mumon negó con la cabeza, rechazando su propuesta, “No tengo dinero conmigo”

“No es lo que pregunte”, el rostro de Mumon reflejo su sorpresa tras la risa del S/O, “Yo invito, vamos, siéntate”

Él no fue realmente hablador durante unos minutos, se quedó callado mientras el S/O hablaba distraídamente sobre los ingredientes que tiene disponibles y cuáles puede agregar adicionalmente al pedido de Mumon. Él solo sonrió y agradeció la amabilidad.

El S/O fue cálido con él, hablando con familiaridad mientras cocinaba para Mumon, preguntando por él y sus intereses, mostrándose genuinamente fascinado por cada cosa que Mumon podía contar.

La compañía fue agradable y la comida fue increíble, en algún momento de la noche Mumon sintió una especie de déjà vu. Como si un viejo recuerdo hubiera cobrado vida. Fue agradable.

Fue como poner una curita en una herida no tratada.

El S/O les pidió que volvieran cuando quisieran, que ellos estarían allí y que estarían felices de recibirlo. Y Mumon tomo sus palabras con mucha seriedad.

Regreso tres noches después, esta vez con dinero y una sonrisa tranquila en su rostro. Esas tres noches se volvieron dos, esas dos noches se volvieron una y cuando se dio cuenta, Mumon iba todos los días a ver al S/O; pagara por comer o no.

“Estoy feliz de verte mejor”, el comentario del S/O dejo a Mumon algo curioso en medio de su plato de ramen.

“Um?”, él ignoró la reprimenda del S/O por hablar con la boca llena, “¿Qué tratas de decir con eso?”

“Te ves feliz”, Mumon observo con extrañeza al S/O, como si una segunda cabeza les naciera del cuello, “Tus ojos no brillan con tristeza como la primera vez que viste mi puesto de ramen”

El muchacho parpadeo perplejo por sus palabras, recordando el amargo sentimiento que tuvo en esa ocasión, sintiéndolo un poco lejano ahora. Quizá menos triste.

“Me preocupé mucho esa vez”, el S/O admitió, “Parecías estar perdido en una gran tristeza, incluso cuando sonreíste la primera vez esa vez, lo note. Había algo que te ponía triste”

“¿Acaso no soy bueno escondiendo mis sentimientos?”, Mumon tomo eso como una broma.

“La tristeza es difícil de esconder”, él tarareó ante las afirmaciones del S/O, “Se escapa por los ojos y por la piel, y mientras más te esfuerces por esconderla, más se nota”

Mumon escucho en silencio después de notar que su plato ya estaba vacío, se quedó allí durante unos segundos antes de levantar la mirada y encontrar la sonrisa calmada del S/O. Era un buen consuelo, estaba seguro.

“Creo que tienes razón”, admitió con un pequeño suspiro.

Entonces, Mumon escucho al S/O seguir hablando, siendo amable y haciendo lo que amaba. Un insistente pensamiento seguía rodando por su cabeza debido a eso.

“¿Todos los dueños de restaurantes de Ramen son tan amables?”

#mumon katsuragi #mumon katsuragi baki gaiden yuuenchi #mumon #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

[alicehattera03]

Every time I'm feeling especially nostalgic about the good old wmmap days (simpler times...) I obsessively scroll through yours and other ancient wmmap tumblr accounts and remember how fun it all was (and then proceed to regret not keeping up with fandom friends when all the bad things In the fandom happened)

But like it's so fun and so crazy how long you've been in this fandom, like?????? You are the wise one, bringing about many hours of entertainment. Thank you for your service <333 (no really, thank you)

The way I teared up reading this, anon... 🥹

We do the exact same thing, because whenever I feel like I need inspiration or I need to remember some good memories, I go through the wmmap accounts that were the BIG names back then and I go, "Wow, has it already been almost 4 years since I've been here??"

Posted my first wmmap fic back in October of 2019 so it's almost the 4 year anniversary now lmao, and I regret not getting more in touch with my fandom friends after wmmap finished too. (Although I DO tell them to DM me we should really talk more often than we do!) I regret not being more...not being more everything really.

So thank you so much for letting me know that I was one of the ones bringing you hours of entertainment through my account, and that I meant something in the fandom because truly, thank YOU for reading, and for scrolling, and for liking my stuff.

This fandom changed a lot for me, brought many good memories and some bad, but not all of it was bad- and it has given me so much- and now, we're almost at the end of this wild, wild ride.

I will always love wmmap, so you can bet everything that you have, that if ever you are nostalgic for wmmap, you can come back and find me struggling to post that last chapter I said was the last one months ago and posting random thoughts for these characters I found love in so much. Thank you again, and cheers to Wmmap and everyone who liked our stuff for it. 🥂

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[randomveyn]

so how do you think Shuhei would deal with having a crush (who is this cute, gorgeous, little lady) who is asked who they find the most handsome in appearence? (Probably by Rangiku tbh xD. I imagine Shuhei, Izuru and Rangiku and crush hanging out). And crush is like “Kenpachi and Renji, it’s the scars and tattoo’s to be honest… i’ve spoken to other women and they talk about how handsome Byakuya is, but I just don’t see it”. (You wrote shuhei worries about his scars and tattoos)?

“does she see me or just my tattoos?” HAHAA shuhei is insecure in every little thing! i think his scars bring back some sad, nostalgic memories. it reminds him of his peaceful student days, of his fellow comrades who sacrificed in the battlefield, of his defected taicho who taught him the philosophy of battle for justice. he also thinks the scar is there to push him to be stronger, for the sake of his loved ones. (hugs for u shuhei 🥺)

✨ another long rambles under the cut ✨

as for the 69 tattoo, he's getting flushed cheeks after learning what it means in the modern world of living. but a part of him was still grateful for that incident bc he got to meet his muguruma-taicho. (got his ass saved and threateningly cheered him up too lol) so yeah, he got it tattooed out of respect. no regrets.

now, we can't say the same for the other tattoo. (i first thought it's a stripe/bandage or an accessory?? like it's just there for fashion?? lolol) i mean…i wouldn't have known why he got it. nobody knows. kubo-sensei needs to do some explanation here pls. but i can imagine shuhei looking into the mirror daily and be like “what tf were you thinking back then??” pat his back and tell him it's okay. everyone went through that phase. 😌

if his crush complimented kenpachi and renji for their tattoos and scars, shuhei would feel a bit conscious around these two. he might even stalk them out of curiosity. like “what do they have that i don't?”

rangiku would be laughing her ass off bc he got fired up over the smallest things his crush commented on. “he's a simp! that's what the youngsters in the world of living would call him!” she cackled while elbowing the facepalming kira beside her.

shuhei might go to the squad 11, using training as an excuse but he won't stop eyeing their spiky haired taicho the entire time. eventually, kenpachi would notice that and confront him about it. poor shuhei is shaking under this 6ft tall man, spilling the beans about his crush.

kenpachi just…doesn't understand. and he doesn't care i guess. he have no interest in dating and stuff, he's all about instinct and fight. but since shuhei brought this to his attention, he figured he can do whatever he wants about it. he's straightforward so he came up with the dumbest idea ever. “your woman like scars? then, fight me and get more scars!” rip shuhei 💀

okay now we've come to renji. i vaguely remember he got his tattoo after he graduated from the shinigami school. i also remember shuhei once lead his class on a field training and the trio (kira, renji and hinamori) was gushing about him.

my theory is, renji got inspired by shuhei about tattooing. (imagine kira trying to talk him out of it but renji was all “but hisagi-san is so badass with those! i want it too!!!”) so if shuhei ever voiced his concern about it, i think renji would know how to reassure him.

but don't trust his suggestion though. his fashion sense can be as bad as shuhei's guitar playing. “hisagi-san! you should get this glasses! you'd look cool with it!!” (it's so bad that ichigo want to pretend he dk these two on the street)

this is an off topic but lemme rant about byakuya a bit HAHA i rmb the first time i saw him i'm like “okay not the type of guy i'd like. thank you, next.” then i got into past arc and TEEN BYAKUYA!! HES A TSUNDERE 😍 HES SO CUTE I CAN'T!! 😫 but yeah that was pretty short-lived and we never see his tsundere tendencies again. (maybe there is…but he's more of a kuudere now) and i'm kinda torn in between “i only like him in his teenage!!” and “should i just love him as a whole??” basically i just refused to admit i like him 💀

okay thanks for listening to my crazy rambles. 🫶🏻

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