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angelicymp · 3 years

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Perhaps a little coaxing is needed...

Good evening my literary friends,

I am hoping to find a suitable partner for specific cravings and ideas I have in mind.

My introduction will be brief and a bit more to the point than usual. I am quite thorough and detail-oriented when it comes to being a writer, including some of my rules and preferences. However, since I believe it to be quite a hassle to go through every point I’m making, my ad will be a bit more compact.

A brief recap: You can call me Imp; I am in my twenties and a student, striving to become a part-time freelancer as well. My main hobbies are photography, traveling, drawing and of course, the art of writing. Currently, I reside in Europe, so my timezone could differ from yours, unless you are also from a similar region.

Be sure to read through my ad to see if we’re compatible. Too many times I’ve encountered cases where the inquirers skimmed through all of the info and upon messaging me, were surprised to learn that we weren’t a match from the beginning. So if you haven’t properly read my ad, I’ll know. I’d like to urge everyone to stick with it so there won't be any misunderstandings and not waste everyone’s time.

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 Me, myself and I

(art by: Ayami Kojima)

♦ Nickname: Imp

♦ Experience: 12 years and counting

♦ Style: 1:1 with the inclusion of doubling

♦ Rating: Mature

♦ Roleplaying Platform: Email and Google Docs

♦ Chatting Platform: Email, Google Hangouts or Discord

♦ Pet peeves: Slice of Life

 After finishing the game of Resident Evil 8 Village, I was struck by yet another muse.

I am currently looking for either a pre-existing canon inspired roleplay, or, something completely original. Be sure you are above the age of eighteen, preferably 21 and upwards. I will not accept any inquires from minors - this is not negotiable.

What to expect

♢ Content: Mature. I am more interested in darker things like horror, occultism, the supernatural, you can maybe guess where I am going with this. My limits are few, safe for a couple of minor pet peeves that I have, I am pretty much open to some experimentation; such as violence, gore and sexual themes. When it comes to heavy scenes, I will not fade to black, unless it serves no purpose to the story. Not a huge fan of censorship. However, I will not force or push my partner into something they are not comfortable with. If you want to know the extent to how far I am willing to go, what sort of content, or how graphic my writing will be, you can ask me directly.  

♢ Rating: I have little to no issues with delving into more sensitive topics. Since reality is often stranger than fiction, it is very interesting to explore all sides of human nature, including the less comfortable subjects such as psychology, crime, etc. But I also like to remind that this is a world of fiction and no one in their right mind would condone such things in real life. The world of adults is not easy to handle, but it sure is interesting to explore. So if you are a gentle soul and can’t take the heat of more serious moments within the roleplay, be it a character going through trying times, etc; this might not be ideal for you.

♢ Writing: My texts are considerably lengthy, detailed, and elaborate. Third-person is usually my preferred way of playing my character unless there’s a special case where an exception can be made. Word count usually fluctuates, though I have a standard form of 400-500+ words per reply. It also highly depends on the given situation.

♢ Romancing: I admit to being a hopeless romantic. There’s nothing more enjoyable than witnessing good and powerful chemistry between two characters. Preferably I go for the usual MxF pairing dynamic but I am also open to FxF and MxM, should it feel more fitting. While doubling, I can write the character/love interest to my partner’s desire, but I always aim to stay true to their personality and character. I hate nothing more than forcing characters into a relationship, especially if there’s no spark, so I won’t respond well to being pressured into letting characters act out of their personality. It’s just not realistic. As for smut, or what have you, I have no issues with adding a few spicy scenes, sometimes even drawing them out of our pleasure. When there is, however, a running theme where sexual themes are taking the focal point of the plot, it can become quite boring. It is never the center of any of my roleplays, so be warned.

♢ Plotting: I am fairly quick when it comes to building new characters, concepts, premises, storylines, backstories, etc. It allows me a certain latitude. Feel free to communicate your ideas and thoughts with me. I am happy to chat, even when it doesn’t involve the roleplay directly. Though this is a hobby, I am still extremely passionate about good storytelling and interesting character arcs. I hope to meet someone who is just as enthusiastic and willing to put in the same amount of effort. If it’s only me who’s pulling all the weight, I will lose interest and feel forced to end the correspondence.

No gos

♦ Won’t do: Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Bestiality, Scat, Vore, Toilet Play, etc. I am sure you can also think of many other strange fetishes that have developed over the years spent on the internet.

♦ Won’t write: The idea of supernatural beings trying to fit into human society. The typical bully x victim storyline. The run-of-the-mill vampires vs werewolf plot. BDSM centred stories. Slice of life. Flawless or excessively flawed characters.

What I expect

♢ Literacy: You should at least have a decent grasp of basic grammar and coherency in your spelling.

♢ Flexibility: Since we all have lives outside of the roleplay, we both need to be flexible. Sometimes our schedules may differ, and if life is currently intervening, we can take things a bit easier. Plus, I can’t always respond every second of every day, either. This should be considered a hobby and not a job. If a hiatus is on the rise, there is no problem with putting things on ice until things clear up.

♢ Experience: And by that, I don’t mean how many years you’ve roleplayed, rather the experience that comes with age and emotional maturity. Especially if you want to write stories with grit.

♢ Open to doubling: Quick explanation. Doubling is when we play two main characters each. The dynamic is as follows; I write your chosen love interest against your main character while you do the same for me.

♢ Long term: Only long-term partnerships.

♢ Sharing the spotlight: Don’t forget, this is all about you too! Let me know all your specific cravings, interests, or wants that you want to be included into the roleplay.

Cravings

♦ Urban fantasy: Supernaturals, demons, spirits, vampires, you name it. I’d be more interested in something original and unique, especially when it comes to vampirism and demonic entities.

♦ Dark Sci-Fi: So this is a bit inspired by Resident Evil. A world where monsters become a vicious reality, generating fear among the people they come in contact with. But as it turns out, these monsters are not supernatural, but rather infected or mutated by a virus that cannot be explained.

♦ History, mythology, and folklore: An interesting take on the historical timeline, where legends and myths were once a reality. However, their existence was greatly misrepresented in the storybooks, sometimes even completely distorted. Our characters could be accidental time travelers who have been sent from the future to see it with their own eyes. Inspirations are mostly Slavic, European, and ancient folklore from all over the world.

♦ Crime with a dark twist: Mafias, organized crime, and corrupted politicians run this town. All of them have one thing in common. A particular drug that grants humans superhuman abilities; but at a cost. The drug will turn force the users to reject their humanity to instead embrace their monstrosity.

Canon & Fandoms

♢ Castlevania: Rather the original games than the Netflix series. But I am also not opposed to tackling the Netflix universe.

♢ Devil May Cry: Every game is game. Except for the reboot. Never played that one.

♢ Invincible: Not so invincible.

♢ Resident Evil: Village is one of the best games I’ve ever played. Periodt.

♢ Harry Potter: Next gen anyone?

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If you made it this far, I am glad you managed to hold on, lol. If you found what I wrote, agreeable and have a similar interests to mine, feel free to message me on this email adress.

You can also contact me via DM on my Tumblr blog, though preferably, I would rather be more receptive on Email since I am more active there. And it’s a lot more personal as well.

Email: [email protected]

Hope to see you there.

I wish you all a lovely day my fellow readers!

-Imp

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idnek83 · 3 years

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Aid - Chapter 5/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda tries incredibly hard to ignore everything his heart is telling him by listening to his dick instead. Soda has a dream and goes shopping, Gundham makes him eat breakfast.

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Soda felt like his chest was going to burst. He felt like he was going to throw-up.

He unclasped his hand from Gundham’s.

“H-hey, we should probably clean up and head back.” He couldn’t look at him. He pulled up his shorts and stood.

He picked up the bowl. His heart wouldn’t stop hammering.

He stood frozen there, holding the bowl and taking deep unsteady breaths.

A hand on his shoulder. He flinched.

“Kazuichi?” Gundham sounded concerned. Genuinely concerned.

About him.

“I’m good dude. Let’s just… go back.” Shit, he was being rude. He looked up at Gundham and forced a smile “I mean, you’ve been up since yesterday right? Don’t wanna push you…”

Gundham smiled softly. Soda felt happy. Soda felt disgusted.

“I slumbered while you were at the beach with our companions.” Gundham took a step towards him. “I have more than enough energy for the rest of the night.” A hand on his hip. Soda looked away. “You, however, seem somewhat… drained. Let us retire then.”

Soda watched as Gundham retrieved his towel. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to be held.

They returned to the hotel grounds.

Soda wanted to be alone.

When he turned to goodbye to Gundham, he found him, once again, standing so, so close.

Gundham raised a hand to his face and stroked his cheek. “Sleep well, my paramour.” He lifted Soda’s hand and kissed his knuckles once more.

Gundham smiled softly and left.

Soda didn’t want to be alone.

He closed the door behind him as he walked into his cabin and slid to the ground.

He lifted his hand to his mouth as he thought of Gundham’s. His lips so soft and gentle on his knuckles, warm and tender on his neck, sly and teasing on his chest, and wet and hot on his cock.

He was getting turned on again.

Soda sighed and dragged himself to bed.

He fell into a fitful sleep wondering what those lips would feel like on his own.

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He felt like he was floating. His body was hot, and he was so god damned turned on.

Gundham’s hands were hot on his hips, pulling him close and holding him still. Soda thought he was whispering something into his ear, but he couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t hear over his own cries of Gundham’s name.

Soda could feel Gundham’s body sliding against his own as he thrust into him.

He didn’t know what it felt like. It felt amazing. He checked the window of the beach house to make sure no one was watching.

Gundham was kissing his neck the way he had been on the beach, biting now and then and making Soda gasp. His thrusts were slow and shallow, hardly pulling his hips away from Sodas ass before pressing them flush again.

Soda might have been crying, he didn’t really know. His chest felt tight. He wanted to kiss Gundham.

Gundham’s lips were soft, gentle. Loving.

Soda wasn’t sure if he wanted that.

The lips on his were hot, and soon they were joined by an equally hot tongue.

The sand was cold.

Gundham fucked into him faster and bit his lip. Soda felt amazing. Soda felt guilty. He let the guilt be washed away by Gundham relentlessly pounding into him.

He knew he was crying. He felt so good. He felt awful.

“Don’t stop! Don’t leave!”

Gundham kissed his knuckles.

Soda woke up.

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He was in his bed in his cabin, not in the beach house and not on the beach. And he was alone.

His heart was racing, and his dick was hard.

Jesus.

He sat up, put his head in his hands and tried to stop thinking about his dream. He’d had all kinds of sexy dreams before, he’d woken up hard nearly as many times as he had woken up with a sticky mess in his pants. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he had dreamt of a guy.

But he’d never woken up feeling so rattled.

His heart was still hammering away in his chest as he tried to make sense of that.

It couldn’t have been the kissing, he usually kissed the people he fucked in his dreams so…

His thoughts filled with the fading images of Gundham fucking him, his dick took interested, he remembered the feeling of Gundham’s lips, and his heart beat impossibly faster.

Oh.

It must have been the whole getting fucked thing. Had he dreamt of that before? Probably not right?

Soda exhaled shakily. Yeah, it was definitely the thought of getting fucked that was affecting him so much. His brain was getting caught up on it because he had no frame of reference for it, he had never had a dick or anything in his ass, duh, so he was just shaken up cus like, uh-

What would it feel like to have something in his ass? It was really good in his dream, but there was no way if would feel that way for real.

Right?

Fuck.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it really did feel amazing, there were lots of people who were, like, super into anal, so at the very least it couldn’t be bad. Plus, that was where the G-spot was supposed to be on dudes, right? So…

He was going to need lube if he actually wanted to try this. He glanced over to a toolbox that he knew had a bottle of oil inside it. That would probably work.

But what if it didn’t? What if he got, like, oil-poisoning and had to explain to some doctor why exactly he had been putting it up his ass.

“Well ya see doc, I had a dream about this really hot dude and-“

Nope. That was not fucking happening.

The supermarket here had condoms; he had been checking the place out on the first day they had arrived, and had totally not felt flustered at all when he saw them just casually sitting in one of the aisles. He didn’t need condoms (shit, did he need condoms?) but if they had lube, that’s probably where it’d be, right?

He glanced at the clock. Everyone would be eating breakfast right now. If he wanted to do this without getting caught, he had to do it now.

He got dressed and hid his boner as best he could, promising his dick if it could just chill for now, he’d be sure to give it plenty of attention later. The thought did not help his dick chill. Whatever.

He stepped out of his cabin and looked around in a totally unsuspicious way to make sure none of his classmates were around before heading for the supermarket.

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How had he even made it this far? He knew his face was bright red as he stared at the little shelf where he had seen the condoms on the first day. Yup, still lots of condoms. He couldn’t help but gawk at a box labeled ‘XXXL’, and remember that Gundham was, in fact, quite well hung.

But XXXL? That had to be a joke, right? No one had a XXXL dick, right? Right?

Focus dumbass.

He shifted his gaze to the selection of lube. There were more options than he thought. Really, he had kinda just pictured there being one generic looking bottle labeled ‘lube’ that he could just grab and leave, but no, apparently there were options.

He fucking choked when he saw that one was banana flavored.

Well, at least that gets rid of one option. He quickly scanned them and ruled out anything with a flavor or an obnoxious color and settled on one that seemed pretty inconspicuous.

Like, it still said ‘Personal Lubricant’ in big ass letters across the bottle, but whatever.

He grabbed a pack on non-XXXL condoms for good measure and exited the aisle.

“Hm? Soda?”

This creepy fucking guy again.

Soda shoved the condoms in his pocket and moved to hide the lube behind his back in a totally subtle way.

“Oh what’s this?” Nagito reached out and plucked the lube from Soda’s hand. “Oh my. Could this have anything to do with what I overheard last night?” Nagito’s face was neutral and friendly, but there was definitely something weird in his eyes.

Shit. Right, Nagito had overheard him offering to ‘aid’ Gundham. Had he really figured out what that meant so easily? No way. It was probably just a lucky guess, which meant Soda could still get out of this situation by lying his ass off.

“W-what? No idea what you’re talkin’ bout dude.” Totally believable. He was a pro at lying. “Just needed some lubricant for the, uh, thing I’m working on. Like, obviously this isn’t the type I’d usually use, but they don’t have a, like, automotive section here or anything so I figured this would probably work well enough.” That should be convincing enough, Nagito probably didn’t know shit about what Soda did so there’s no way he could know for sure if he was lying. He forced a laugh and took the lube from Nagito’s hands. “Anyways, gotta get back to it.” He shot Nagito some finger guns and pushed past him to leave.

He was sure he was just being paranoid and imagining things when he heard Nagito mumble something that sounded like ‘Gundham’ before laughing creepily behind him.

Fuuuck.

He ran back to his cabin. If anyone saw he’d just make up an excuse later. There was literally no way Nagito could actually know what him and Gundham had been doing, right? He must have just been fucking with him, that’s what that guy was all about. He was just looking to get a rise out of Soda by saying weird shit.

Right?

Soda set the lube on his side table and laid facedown on his bed. Shit. Why had Nagito even been at the supermarket? Everyone should have been at breakfast still. Had Nagito been looking for him? No way. There were only like two people who might have cared that much that he missed breakfast: Hajime and…

He turned his head to stare at the lube.

This was all Gundham’s fault. Stupid, sexy Gundham, making him have stupid, sexy dreams, and giving him stupid, sexy thoughts.

He thought about Gundham’s cock in his ass. He thought about Gundham’s lips on his.

He reached for the lube.

There was a knock on the door.

His heart jumped and he stood up.

“Y-yeah, one second.” He adjusted his dick, which was thankfully only at half-mast, and answered the door.

Speak of the stupid, sexy devil.

“Is everything well, my companion? You were absent from this mornings meal, and I feared you had caught ill.” Gundham gently placed the back of his hand on Soda’s, admittedly heated, forehead.

“O-oh, nah, I’m good. I just needed- uh, I went to the supermarket to get- like, I just needed… stuff. Mechanic stuff. Cus I’m a mechanic. Ha.” Smooth. “Anyway, I guess I just, uh, forgot about breakfast?”

Gundham squinted at Soda and examined his face for a moment.

“Was your slumber troubled? You have the markings of one who’s rest was interrupted.”

Great, he must be rocking some pretty serious eyebags if Gundham was so concerned.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just one of those nights, y’know?” One of those nights where you dream about your bro kissing you and fucking you senseless, y’know? One of those nights where you wake up so damn affected by the thought of your friend plowing your ass that you need to immediately go buy some lube and test out the real thing ASAP, y’know?

Yup, just one of those totally normal nights.

Speaking of, Soda remembered that the lube was still sitting on his side table, entirely visible from the door. Better get Gundham out of here before he notices…

Or?

“If you were not suffering from some affliction then you should have joined us to break your fast. It is important for mortals-”

Gundham was lecturing him about the importance of breakfast. But Soda was too busy watching his lips to listen. Or at least he was, until Gundham began accentuating his speech with flourishes of his hands and Soda found a new place to focus his attention.

Gundham’s fingers were slender and long, and, from what Soda could remember, they were strong. Maybe he could just… ask Gundham to help him figure out the whole ‘does it actually feel good to have stuff in your ass’ thing. He’d probably do it right? He’d probably be more than happy to help Soda out with those wonderful fingers of his, and he’d probably enjoy it just as much as Soda would…

But what if Soda didn’t like it? Like what if he created this whole sexy mood and then once things started getting hot and heavy he just, like, wasn’t into it? Would Gundham get mad? If Soda asked him to stick his fingers in his ass, then Gundham would probably… god, he’d probably assume that meant they were gonna fuck after, so if Soda changed his mind, he wouldn’t even blame Gundham for getting pissed. You can’t just blue-ball a guy like that and expect him to be okay with it…

Ok, so he should probably just keep the lube for a solo session.

He forced himself to focus on what Gundham was saying again. Still talking about breakfast, good.

“Okay, okay. I get it Gundham.” He raised his hands in defeat. “Let’s go get me some breakfast before I die of no-breakfast-itis or whatever.”

Gundham looked like he was debating calling Soda out for obviously not listening to whatever he had been saying about the importance of breakfast. He simply followed Soda to the hotel restaurant instead.

It felt a little weird to find the restaurant empty. Soda never really came here outside of the group’s regular meal times, so he was used to it being full of activity and noise. Now it was so quiet he could hear the ocean waves in the distance, and he thought to himself that it actually wouldn’t be a bad place to take a girl on a date.

Soda found some cereal and a bagel to eat, then took his spot at the big table they all normally ate at. Gundham took his seat beside him as usual. Wait, was it as usual? Did they usually sit this close? Gundham’s knee was touching his. Nope, pretty sure that was new.

Gundham began talking about the Deva’s. Soda thought he caught something about how Jum-P was doing well, and he was pretty sure he managed to say he was glad, but mostly he was just certain that he really liked the hand Gundham had rested on his lower back.

He was smiling while eating, and he had to actively remind himself to close his mouth all the way while he chewed. He watched Gundham between bites of his breakfast. He looked happy as well.

Soda let himself enjoy his surprisingly good mood, he felt like he had been stressing so much lately. What had he even been so worked up about? Sitting like this, chatting about nothing with Gundham’s arm around him, just felt nice. He felt calm. He felt happy.

He laughed at something Gundham said and bumped his head against his shoulder, letting himself just stay there for a moment. He wrapped an arm around Gundham’s back and gave a little squeeze, sighing and just taking a moment, before laughing again as he returned to his previous position to finish eating.

That had felt so nice. Why didn’t he hug his friends more? He looked to Gundham to make sure it hadn’t weirded him out or anything. He was rewarded with one of those soft little smiles he loved so much, proving his friend had enjoyed it just as much.

Gundham… was his friend, right?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

It felt like a bubble popped. Suddenly his stomach dropped, and he moved his knee away from Gundham’s. He shifted his shoulders and Gundham seemed to get the hint, removing that warm hand from his back.

Soda told himself he was glad.

“Ah, so this is where you were Gundham!”

That was… Sonia. Soda heart did about six different things at once and he couldn’t tell if he was more excited, scared, or disappointed to see her.

“Hi Sonia.”

“Greetings, dark queen.”

He sounded so pathetic next to Gundham, no wonder Sonia ignored him.

“Gundham, I wanted to ask you about a creature I saw earlier.” Sonia sat across from them and began to describe some animal. Soda’s head just filled with static.

He stared at her, still so lovely, still so perfect, and yet, looking at her didn’t make him feel the way it used to. He watched her ignore him and he could feel his heart breaking. Of course she had never like him, what did he have to offer someone like her?

What did he have to offer anyone?

He was just some stupid mechanic. His grades were below average, and his family was poor. He wasn’t even attractive or funny or anything. He was just a waste of space, he really couldn’t blame Sonia for ignoring him. Everyone should probably just ignore him. No one actually cared about him. He should just-

There was a warm hand on his shoulder. Gundham was looking at him questioningly.

“W-what?”

“I was asking your opinion, dear friend, the dark queen and I were discussing how enjoyable our trip has been thus far. Do you feel the same?”

Gundham smiled at him, but there was a bit of concern in his eyes.

Right.

Some people did care about him.

Sonia not caring didn’t mean no one did.

Sonia wasn’t everything.

He opened his mouth to tell Gundham that, yeah, despite how confused and anxious he had been recently, he did feel the same.

“Soda, it is impolite not to answer someone when they ask you a question. You even made Gundham repeat himself, yet you are still ignoring him. You should apologize for being so rude.”

Something snapped in Soda and he could feel his face turn red.

Sonia wanted him to apologize for ignoring someone?

He stood abruptly and didn’t look at either of them. He was shaking with how hard he was trying not to shout. He just swallowed and turned from the table.

“My companion?” Gundham sounded worried now. Soda felt kinda guilty about it, but he just needed to get away before he said something stupid.

“Sorry.” He muttered as he moved towards the stairs.

He knew he heard Sonia say something about him having no manners as he left.

He just walked a little faster. He kept his eyes focused on the ground and his fists clenched all the way back to his cabin.

He though he would yell when he got there. Yell and maybe break something he’d regret ruining later. But once he closed the door, he just felt tired and sad. He crouched down and pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes to stop himself from crying.

Yeah, it didn’t work.

He was sobbing. Crying alone in his room like a pussy, but he could hardly bring himself to care. Why did he even like Sonia? And why did she have to treat him like such shit? It wasn’t like he was actually rude to her, right? Like, sure, sometimes he stared more than he probably should, but was that really so bad? Wasn’t that actually like a compliment? Girls loved guys obsessing over how hot they-

Oh.

Soda was an asshole. Of course Sonia hated him. He was just constantly, like, leering at her, wasn’t he? And he was always following her around when she obviously didn’t want him there, and trying to insert himself into her conversations. He just never took the hint that she didn’t like him, huh? No wonder she had just started ignoring him completely.

Shit. He needed to apologize to her. And then he needed to just… leave her alone. She probably wouldn’t ever like him, but maybe if he left her alone long enough?

No. If he kept thinking like that then he’d probably just piss her off even more.

Still, it wasn’t like she had to treat Soda so badly. Like, she could have just told him off instead, it would have hurt less.

Ok, well, in her defense, confronting someone like that was pretty hard, so really, it was probably entirely Soda’s fault for not realizing what a jackass he was being earlier.

He let out a deep, shaky breath, and was surprised to find he actually felt a little better.

Huh. He didn’t think admitting he had been wrong would have felt so… relieving?

He got up and sat on hid bed so he could stop crouching in the middle of his room like a crazy person. He rubbed the dried tears from his cheeks and let himself just breathe for a while. It wasn’t like he was over Sonia, but he was ready to accept that it probably wouldn’t have been the best relationship for either of them…

It was probably thanks to Gundham that he was finally able to realize that. Now that he wasn’t so damn sexually frustrated, he was finally able to see things a little more clearly. Well, maybe it wasn’t just the sex that had helped. He thought back to the way he had felt before Sonia had shown up to crash his breakfast with Gundham. Gundham just made him feel like… like maybe he wasn’t the failure everyone thought he was.

But the sex was pretty damn good too, even if it wasn’t, like, sex sex…

Soda glanced at the bottle that was still sitting on his side table.

Yet.

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#Soudam #Soda kazuichi #gundham tanaka #Soda/Gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #fic #My writing #Fellas is it gay to want your bro to put his dick in your ass and kiss you until you can't think anymore?#Fic Aid

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talesofphantombandits · 4 years

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Zero to Six ~ Chapter 3

Ahoy ladies,

I hope y’all had a nice Christmas, mine was great but really exhausting. Anyway, here’s chapter 3 I hope you like. Please let me know what you think. Again if you’re interested in being tagged in this series let me know <3

Thank you once again for the amazing support (even though am still not sure it’s good enough for such praise) I love you all.

Warnings: mild swearing, and some small talk about kinks. Nothing major.

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@i-am-sarah , @whothefuckstolemykeds , @drowsyrrog , @culturefiendtrashqueen , @rogue-barnes-16--main-account , @alliwantfromyouistomakelovetome , @sueeatstheworld , @valerie-weasley , @bleona2808

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‘Meet me at the cafe down the street at 17:00, make sure to wear something dark. And a cap. P.s. Remember don’t say anything to the others about this. -One.’

One week after One had rudely woken me up at 3am to declare that I come on the new mission, I honestly was starting to get impatient waiting for news. That’s until this morning when I received this text.

I got up at about 10am that day, made myself some food then climbed back into bed to do some more research.

It got to about 12:30 when I finally pulled myself out of bed to shower, got changed and make myself look decent but made sure that I would blend in with the crowd.

I then went into my specially set up computer room, I put on my headset and turned coms on.

“Anyone online?” I queried while typing my password into the computer.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite lady.” Four spoke.

“Four.” I said surprised. “How come you’re up so early? don’t you normally stay up late flirting anonymously with women online to get yourself off?”

He just scoffed. “Excuse me what do you take me for?.”

“She’s not lying though is she? I think I’ve accidentally walked in on you enough time’s Four. I have to bleach my eyes every time.” Two chimed in.

“Shut up Two you should feel blessed. Wait Zero what the hell! are you stalking me?” He shouted in an urgent tone.

I gasped. “Is that a confession? I may have looked into all of your internet histories. You know routine checks.” I shrugged even though they couldn’t see it.

“Jesus women.”

“Look I’m just doing my job, keeping everyone safe.” I said. “Anyway, am here to ask that if everyone’s done their respective research please send it to me. I can update Ones dater base as fast as possible, then we can get on with the mission.”

“Already sent you it Zero, I’ll talk to you two later, three is calling me for some target practice.”

“Bye Two have a good practice, not that you need it.” I giggled.

“So you’re stalking me?”

“Darling did you not listen? I have to look into everyone's internet history now and again for security reasons.”

“But you’ve still looked into my internet history.” he hissed.

“Don’t worry Four, your’s isn’t the spiciest.” I laughed. “So who’s is the worst?”

“That sir I can’t disclose.” I clicked my tongue.

“Puft you’re no fun Zero.”

There was a moment of silence while I typed up some new found research on the Dictators brother that we were trying to find.

“Four.” I said quietly.

“Yes sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes at the nickname, ignoring the butterflies it gave me.

“Do you ever miss being alive?”

“why would I miss being alive when being dead is so free? I mean yeah there’s somethings I miss and would maybe change like how One treats us. But the freedom of being dead makes everything almost worth it.” He paused for a moment. “Is this about what I said the other day? am sorry for going off like that, I was just so overwhelmed by Six’s death. I guess I crossed a line.”

“No, no I get it. I just feel so lonely some times. I guess I kind of miss friendships but mostly relationships”

“I mean I wouldn’t blame you, as you said you’re always cut off from us. I’d feel lonely too if One had me copped up in a apartment twenty-four hours, but just remember that just because you can’t see us doesn’t mean that we won’t always be here for you. You can talk to any of us if you need to.” Four said sincerely.

“Thanks.” I looked down at my watch and gasped “Oh shit I’ve got to go!”

“Oh and Four.”

“Yes darling?”

“I wouldn’t have pinned you as someone with a marking kink.” I giggled. “STOP STALKING ME, I SWEAR TO GOD WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I’L-” I cut off the coms in a fit of laughter.

I ran into the cafe peering at the clock to see it was 17:05.

“Am so sorry One.”

“You’re late.” He didn’t even peer up from his phone.

“Yeah well if you haven’t noticed I haven’t really been out the house much lately. Coffee shop was tricky to find.” I said annoyed.

He just peered up over his phone at me with an annoyed expression. I just held my hands up in defence.

“How come I can’t tell the other guys about this?”

Suddenly a hot chocolate was placed in front of me. “Because where’s the fun in that?”

“Five?!” I suddenly stood up from my seat at the sight of the very talented doctor in front of me.

One hissed at me for being too loud, which made me suddenly sit down and try to hide my face.

“Nice to finally meet you Zero, One asked me here to help get you ready for tonight.” Her accent was so beautiful that I just slowly nodded in acknowledgement to her words.

I shook my head to clear the mist. “Wait tonight? the mission is tonight?!”

“Yes.” One was still looking at his phone, I wish that I could just slap it out of his hands but I restrained myself.

“Look, It would be nice for a full explanation rather than you constantly looking down at your phone. This is my first mission, am not afraid to say that am a little anxious about the whole thing.” I picked up my warm drink and took a sip.

“Fine.” He finally put the phone on the table. “It’s simple really. You’re just going to be a normal bartender, serving drinks to anyone that comes up to the bar. You’re going to be constantly listening out for information that may help us. There’s going to be very important people there tonight so keep your eyes peeled, ears open. Which also means that coms will be off, for you at least.”

He paused to take a sip of his coffee. “I’m going to need your full attention on everyone. Think you can do that?”

“I think so, I mean am constantly listening to you idiots all the time. The team is going to be there too right?”

“They will be blending in with the other guests and doing the same as you, while Two and Four attend to some other business. I’ll be in and out.” Suddenly Ones phone started ringing. “I have to take this.”

He got up to walk outside.

“You okay?” Five asked stroking her finger over the top of her mug.

“I think so, I just don’t want to mess up I guess.” I said looking at my hands in my lap.

“You won’t, besides me and Four will be right there if you need us.” My eyes shot up to the doctor.

It only just truly dawned on me that I would actually been in the same room as Four.

Five must have seen this. “Don’t worry he’s just as sweet as he is over coms, yes he can be annoying at times but don’t be afraid to just slap him in the face. Or in your case maybe a kiss to shut him up.” She smirked.

I laughed but felt my checks heating up. “Thanks Four, but I think the slap would be more effective.”

Before she could say anything else One came back announcing it was time to leave to get ready.

Five had dressed me in black skinny jeans paired with some smart black boot Doc Martens, a crisp white top with a dark green velvet waist coat. My hair was down in soft curls, my makeup a light natural look with a dark purple lip. Five said it would spice it up a bit.

The venue was classy but a little alternative which meant that I blended right in. I’d had a few jobs when I was ‘alive’ one included a bar slash restaurant, so playing the the bartender role wasn’t going to be a chore.

I started off by cleaning glasses, the room had only started to fill up. Lucky I’d already seen Five enter the room with a man on her arm, probably someone very important but also incredibly stupid that she can learn some important information from. She discreetly winked at me from across the bar.

I just smiled at myself and moved to served a couple to my left.

Suddenly the air shifted, for some reason that I could not explain my eyes where draw to the entrance. There he was, blonde slicked back hair and a black tux that hugged his toned body.

Four.

Chapter Four

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FIC: Smoke and Mirrors - Chapter 17

Title: Smoke and Mirrors Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T Genre: Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn Synopsis: Something’s rotten on Carrick Station, and Theron won’t rest until he finds out what. But picking at the frayed threads of suspicion quickly unravels a conspiracy much larger than even the Republic’s top spy can handle on his own. (A mostly canon-compliant retelling of the Forged Alliances storyline, as seen through the eyes of Theron Shan.) Author’s Notes and Spoilers: See Chapter 1.

Chapter Index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | Crossposted to AO3

As soon as he was inside the door of his apartment, Theron had the chip out of his pocket and inserted it into his datapad. The first file on it wasn’t any official SIS document at all but apparently a note, written especially for him:

So here I am, minding my own business, when this intel request comes across my desk from none other than your old buddy, Rian Darok. I pulled it, but then I asked myself, what does a SpecOps officer need with this information? From what I can tell, cracking down on cargo smuggling isn’t the highest of priorities for him and his team. I pulled a copy for you too, since you’re so interested in “oddities” right now. I don’t know what you think is going on, but you know this guy has clout right? And not just in SpecOps. Watch yourself. — JB

Theron tried not to roll his eyes as he paged to the next file on the chip. Jonas was a good man to have along on a mission, but sometimes he could get hung up on something. Apparently in this case it was the havoc that Rian Darok could cause for an unsuspecting SIS Agent. Which wouldn’t be a problem, because Theron was suspecting everything right now. Which was probably good for his survival chances in the short term, but would probably give him hypertension if he ever lived long enough to see old age.

He scanned over the pulled file, but as Jonas said it was… just odd.

"Known Smugglers: Inner Rim" was just what it said. A giant list of cargo smugglers that operated in the Inner Rim. And by giant, he meant several thousands names. It would take far too long for him to cross-reference every name by hand. He was going to need to get creative on this.

He sat down at the terminal in his apartment, and began to start typing. The programming required to cross-reference the names against what he knew about the Korriban and Tython ops was complex, and he had to be very careful to hide his trail in case it dinged anything classified. The SIS didn’t keep it’s data on the HoloNet, but it definitely had its own hooks into the system. If he needed to do a deeper search on any of the names of the list, he could do that manually, but he needed to narrow this down to something manageable, otherwise he could be chasing a dead lead for months.

The chronometer had already ticked well past midnight, and he was nearing the end of his coding efforts when his implants alerted him to a new message in his inbox. He finished his train of thought, then pulled away from the data terminal, feeling his muscles protest at the motion after being hunched into one position for so long. Scooping up his forgotten datapad, he opened up his inbox to see who had written.

To: Theron Shan From: Greyias Highwind Subject: Late Reply

I must apologize for the delayed reply. Our latest mission hit a slight snag, and I only now have had time to catch up on my correspondence. Barnaba is a very lovely travel spot, as long as you don’t mind the occasional internal spat between royal houses. Kira wants to buy a timeshare here. She says that it would be a fun vacation spot. I tried to remind her we don’t collect a salary (as you accurately pointed out), but Doc nixed the idea before I could, saying this visit gave him too much work already and doesn’t want any more gray hairs. He can be a bit vain at times but is probably right in this case.

It sounds like you have been keeping yourself busy as well, even if it was perhaps less exciting work. Did you ever find what you were looking for in all of that data? I don’t know if it helps, but in a letter about the ongoing reconstruction efforts at the temple, the Grand Master mentioned a missing Rakata artifact. I unfortunately didn’t have much time to spend in the archives during our initial reconstruction efforts, but I didn’t see any artifacts tucked under anyone’s arm while they were leaving. Perhaps it was extracted during the original raid? I must confess, if the Council was hiding a piece of Rakata technology, then they did not want it falling into the wrong hands. In my own experience it is rarely used for benevolent purposes.

If the artifact was included in the SIS’s reports, I wonder if it is mentioned there the exact nature of the device. I could enquire further with Master Satele regarding it, but I am afraid I am not very good at concealing the truth from her in matters such as these. It is probably best if I don’t attempt it unless you think it’s necessary.

I think I hear my self-appointed keeper returning. I must wrap this up before he confiscates this datapad as well. I will continue to wait to see if you discover anything considered “noteworthy”.

I have a feeling you will know exactly where to find me.

As he finished the letter, Theron couldn’t help the frown. A missing piece of Rakata tech definitely could have been among the missing items. He’d have to check into the official report, but it would take a few extra steps to keep his name from showing up on the logs since they’d closed out the investigation. Surely the Empire wouldn’t have conducted an entire raid in the heart of the Republic for just one artifact. Surely their resources would have been better directed elsewhere. The more he tried to fit the pieces of all of this together, the less this made sense. There was something else going on here, he just wasn’t connecting the right dots.

He glanced back at the data terminal, his back screaming in protest at the thought of returning to the hunched over position so soon. He began to perform a series of exercises to try and stretch out the kinks, carefully balancing the datapad so he could re-read the contents of the letter again as if it might magically answer any of the questions it raised. As he focused on the details to see if he missed anything regarding the artifact, the reason for the delay in reply started to prickle at him. The letter had definitely been written with far more reserve than the previous ones.

As he finally worked free the knot in his lower back, he pulled up the HoloNet and ran a search on news articles for the Tapani sector. He didn’t need to look far to find the buzz about a daring rescue of an entire orphanage from the nefarious plot of a rogue minor house trying to curry favor with the losing house in the Barnabas succession. They apparently took the building as a hideout concealing a hidden stash of weapons and had planted dentonite around the perimeter. All orphans had safely been pulled from the exploding building and while the article didn’t say there was going to be a statue erected in a certain Jedi’s honor, Theron half expected it to. He was already scrubbing a hand across his face by the time he got to the end. Beyond being possibly the most disgustingly cliched do-gooder he’d ever met, the woman was a giant flashing neon sign that attracted attention wherever she went. What the hell had he been thinking bringing her in on this? There was no way they were going to remain under the radar if she stopped what she was doing every five seconds to rescue kath pups and nexu kittens.

He opened up a new message, and stared at it for a few moments before he began writing out his reply:

To: Greyias Highwind From: Theron Shan Subject: Interesting

I’m sure the life of a Jedi Knight is very busy, especially one that seems to wind up on the top of the HoloNet News feed as often as you do. It’s understandable that you can’t always reply to every piece of mail you get right away. Although I do admit I was thinking I’d hear back sooner than a week.

But your reply, even delayed, is appreciated. I hadn’t gotten far sifting through the data, but I’m going to double-check the report when I get in tomorrow to see if I can find the piece of tech you mentioned in the log. If the Council had it locked up, I doubt they were willing to share with the SIS the exact nature of the device. But hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and everyone will have been in a sharing mood. Hope springs eternal right?

Speaking of the Council, I think you’re right in that we should probably not share anything with the Grand Master right now. All I have right now are threads and suspicions, but nothing concrete. We need to figure out what’s going on before anyone’s going to take us seriously. I’m getting there, but it’s slow going. I’ve gotten some leads on Darok, but they’re just… odd. He’s started requesting intel, like on the weaponization of the Iso-5 on Tython. That makes sense. My other lead is just confusing, and I’ve got no idea what it means. I was actually working on it when your message came. If anything comes from it, I’ll let you know.

Theron stared at the blinking cursor, trying decide if he should end it there, but something was still nagging at him. Rescued orphans aside, there was nothing in the report that indicated why it took her an entire week to check her inbox, seeing as that incident had occurred almost five days ago. It was none of his damn business and he didn’t care. He really didn’t. Not beyond keeping an eye on a potentially valuable asset for his operation. Still, it felt as if he didn’t quite have control over his fingers typing out the last portion of his reply.

Now, it’s not my business or anything, but in my line of work I’m used to reading between the lines. I couldn’t help but notice you mentioning everything but exactly what delayed your reply. If I do find something, are you going to be up to joining my investigation? Or do I need to write your medic for permission first? Hopefully you managed to hide that datapad from him successfully enough so you don’t have to smuggle another one just to check your mail.

I’ve got to finish running down this other lead before I call it a night. If I find anything new, I’ll be in touch. Try not to blow yourself up rescuing another orphanage in the meantime.

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #oc: greyias highwind #otp: adorkable #smoke and mirrors #SoR Fic O Doom #swtor #fanfic #greyfic

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What your RvB OTP says about you

((I saw a similar list, but it didn't include a lot of my favorite ships and also I thought this would be fun. Sorry if any of this offends anyone: it’s all in good fun and just some observations I’ve noticed over the years about certain shippers. Let me know if I missed any other big ones!))

FUCK I FORGOT SISTER AND DR GREY

Tuckington: Chorus crew is best crew. Wash and Tucker are your all-time favorites and you're so proud of how far Tucker has come. You probably hate/love Felix, there is no in-between.

Mainewash: You like to suffer; you have an addiction to fics that involve one of these two dying. You live for the Meta and Antagonist!Wash team-up. You probably ship Doc with them if you’re into polyam. Cat person.

Yorkalina: You adore York to the moon and back, and are honestly a sucker for “goofy person meets strict person and teaches them to have fun” pairings. You have a replica of York’s lighter that you’ve never used.

Grimmons: You deserve a Fandom Grandma/Grandpa mug, buddy. You’re so tired, and you’ve probably been here since at least season 6. One day it’ll be canon, you just know it. In the meantime, you’re suffering.

Churboose: My mom ships this so here we are. Caboose is the most perfect of good bois and you’re only watching rvb for him at this point. You’ve cried over Church every day of your life. You named a pet Freckles, probably.

Washlina: You are the most chill/sweet person in the entire goddamn fandom. Seriously, you’re so nice. You don’t care either way if it ends up canon, but the latest content is still very satisfying. You’re so kind, I love you.

Sargington: You’re having the time of your life and I’m so happy for you. Sarge is probably your favorite character, but Wash is a close second. You’re chill about other ships but this is the guilty fav; don’t feel guilty, you’re amazing.

Docnut: Precious cinnamon roll who is too good for this world, too pure. Doc when he’s doing the O’Malley voice is way too hot for you. You probably have written/daydreamed about these two having a farm together.

Pastrytrain: Congratulations for being a good person. The pinnacle of “I’m staying in my fucking lane” when it comes to fandom drama. I know you downloaded the Pastrytrain dating sim, don’t try to deny it.

Kimbalina: Never mind, you guys are the actual diehards for the Chorus trilogy. Carolina is your queen and she deserves the love that Kimball can bring into her life. That hand-holding scene is now your desktop background. Probably wlw.

Tucknut: Trans with an amazing sense of humor. You swear a lot and make more dirty jokes than you should, but people love that about you. Donut is your favorite but Tucker is funnier.

Churnut: Donut is your favorite. You hate that Church is dead and pray every single day that he’ll come back somehow. The Donut arc this season had you fucking THRIVING and I’m so happy for you.

Norkington: You’re either gay or trans or both, and that’s the tea. You’re still obsessed with the PFL seasons, despite how long it’s been. Your favorite version of Wash is the PFL rookie version.

Nork: Yeah, you’re gay, sis.

Flowarge: Where are y’all??? I know I’m not the only one. You want a sitcom of rvb that’s just Parks and Recreation but with power armor. Sarge is best dad and Flowers is your other, more dead dad.

Flyoming: You literally don’t need any canon evidence to ship something; if they breathe they’re in love. Florida is your fav, and tbh Wyoming isn’t even in the top ten, but you’re too into older men to care. Daddy issues.

WashCT: People claim you’re boring but tbh you have really good taste, everyone else just isn’t interested. Knives are one of your favorite things but odds are you don’t know how to throw them. You really miss CT.

SouthCT: The wlw energy is literally so powerful in your bones, congratulations. Team #SouthDidNothingWrong, as well as Team #CTDeservedBetter; you are correct on both accounts. South is best girl.

Southlina: Not sure where y’all are at, but you’re all about that powerful lesbian energy. You probably hate York; if not I’m sorry for saying that. On that note you probably hate the PFL seasons but you’re too desperate for content to complain.

Fucker: You little shit. You are 100% involved in fandom drama but you’re thriving regardless; it’s impossible for you to be affected by everyone telling you that you’re problematic. Tucker is your favorite, but Felix is hot af.

Locington: You say “Unfortunate” way too often but I love you nonetheless. You spent the entire hiatus between seasons 11 and 12 writing porn, and you damn well know. Hell, you’re probably proud of it. Locus is your fav.

Murdersandwich: Are you still here??? If you are, you’re braver than any us marine. Modern AUs where these three get together are your bread and butter. Tuckington is your second favorite ship.

Murdersandwich+Sharkface: You unapologetic, horny motherfucker. You’re living your best life while simultaneously sobbing into your pillow every night over Felix and Sharkface. Locington is your default fav, but this ship still rocks.

Lolix: Fandom veterans from the “Felix is problematic” wars and I salute you for your service. Here to have a good time, and ain’t nobody gonna stop you. You’ve probably written/thought about a “Felix lives” AU at extreme length.

Sharklina: Season 13 was so good in your opinion and you refuse to ever shut up about it. #SharkfaceDeservedBetter. You’re probably into punk aesthetics and you’ve made at least one playlist for these two.

Chex: #ChurchGetsPegged. Tex is your diehard fav and you will never in your life let RT forget that she exists. You’ll drag her out of her grave yourself if you fucking have to. You memorized Church’s speech from the end of rvb5.

Chucker: You cry each and every day about Church being dead. You’ve rewatched the BGC no less than twelve times, and that’s just this year. Everytime you see That Post, you reblog it. You know the one.

Sheipez: If Sheila were real you’d ask her to adopt you. Lopez is your current fav by default and you live for every moment he’s on screen. Caboose is your precious son and you’re willing to die for him.

Sex: You ship this purely because of the ship name. STFU, yes you fucking do. Tex is hot af and you love that one fancomic of sister without a bra on flirting with Tex.

Sucker: Despite popular opinion, you're not as horny as everyone thinks you are. Sister is your favorite and Tucker isn't even close but you love him regardless and think he fits well with Sister.

Suckington: I know you bastards are still here. Wash is your favorite but you love him being surrounded by these energetic shitheads who fill his life with energy and fun. Sister is best girl.

Greyington: I know for a fucking fact that this was a thing. Fucking sadist when it comes to your brand of porn, and Dr. Grey is your favorite character to ever exist.

Kimbones: You knew fuck all about Ladybones but you shipped her with Kimball anyways because you're a thirsty wlw. You've probably moved onto Kimbalina by now, but we will not forget the season 11-12 horniness you unleashed on this fandom.

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Who will be on the CHOPPING BLOCK!?

Eight fics were written following a [Dystopia] theme, including [Partner in Crime] and [Bed Sharing], with a Character focus on [John Murphy]! Voting determined the 4 who would continue on in this competition…

We had eight (8) INCREDIBLE fics this round, but, unfortunately, not everyone can move on to the next round. In this round, four (4) authors are on the CHOPPING BLOCK! Thank you so much to all the authors who participated, and, to the authors who were Chopped, we hope you’ll consider joining future Chopped events, and we are so happy you decided to be a part of Chopped Madness!

Our reviews can be found under the cut!

The four authors who have been Chopped are:

@probably-voldemort: don't mess with the flow, oh no (stick to the status quo) [Murphy x Clarke] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: to dream about a life (where you’re the shining star)

Round 1 Fic: something more than momentary

@she-who-the-river-could-not-hold: Survivor’s move [Murphy x Emori] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: straight on until morning

Round 1 Fic: and the road gets tough

@justbecauseyoubelievesomething: even heroes have the right to dream [Murphy x Emori] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: seeds in silence (exploded in riot)

Round 1 Fic: into a cloven pine

@captaindaddykru: poison but tasty [Murphy & Josephine] [Rated M]

Qualifying Round Fic: When the party’s over

Round 1 Fic: venus, planet of love was destroyed by global warming

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Now that you have been Chopped, all the fics you’ve written in Chopped Madness have been revealed and you can post about your fics! Don’t forget to tag us!

But don’t be discouraged if you were Chopped this round (or unable to participate)! We’ve created a non-anon collection, where you can submit your fics if you would like to write for other rounds, keep pace with the writing period, etc, in a non-competive way! That’s where you’ll find us!!!! We’d love to read your fics and will gladly share them on our tumblr! The non-anon collection can be found here! To submit your fic to the collection, simply enter ‘chopped_non_anonymous’ as the name of the collection when uploading your fic!!!

Non-Anon AO3 Collection Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Chopped_Non_Anonymous

To all the remaining Chopped Madness Authors, we hope you’re excited for ROUND 3, which starts TONIGHT, 12:00am (EST) April 2nd!! Please be sure to check our google doc for theme and trope explanations! Good luck!

@probably-voldemort

Mod Review: This was a really cool concept that fit both divergent and high school musical together in a really cool way! All character choices worked and were so fun to see! “People were split into Cliques, signified by the colour of the pendant around your neck. Red for Jocks. Green for Nerds. Blue for Artists. Orange for Stoners. They had real names, proper ones, but Murphy didn’t care enough to remember them. No one called them their proper names before Graduation, anyway. Your Clique determined everything: where you lived, where you worked, who you loved.” Such a great way to world build right away! Murphy and Clarke teaming up was so good! Such an interesting way to wrap the HSM conflict in with the factions! We liked that you hinted at the darker elements of your dystopia, like mentioning the patrols passing with guns, and how Murphy was wondering what factions they were in! It added a lot of depth! Murphy dressing up like a Nerd instead of an Artist when he went to Clarke’s house was a great way to give us an image of the different factions, very well done! We also loved the touch of Murphy secretly being an Artist, and Murphy not caring! Not being allowed out after curfew was a great way to enforce a bed sharing trope! The ending left us wanting more! Will there be a revolution? Will Clarke become an artist?! We have to know!

@she-who-the-river-could-not-hold

Mod Review: We loved the world building in the beginning, showing us how the world looked and felt through Murphy’s eyes, showing us the people in his building and all that. Very nice touch, especially all the little nods to canon Settings and Characters!! This dystopia is so cool! The concept of the Judges is super scary, and we’d love to know more about this world! We really loved that you had Murphy harbouring a fugitive! It was such a cool ‘crime’, and it allowed for the focus to be on them as a pair rather than anything else, and it was a nice character focused fic! Also, Emori just being in his house when he got home? Excellent. Memori as Exes was SO good!! It added a level of angst and also seriousness to the fic, because them being together was hard for Murphy, but also he obviously still loved her, making the stakes so much higher! “How long had it been since he had last seen Emori? Probably their breakup. It had been an ugly one but he couldn’t help but think to himself that she looked just as beautiful now as she had then.” This quote really pulled us into the Exes plot line, because pining is always a good idea in a fic! The characterisation throughout was PERFECT! We loved that you weaved Emori’s hand into the fic, Murphy noticing it was wrapped up and acknowledging it was because she was running with people who didn’t appreciate her the way he did was so good. The bed sharing was excellent! 1) murphy… bro… clean that couch!!! And 2) the rom com of it all! Them being rigid and awkward! So good! And such a great ending! A daring escape is always a great plot line! What happened to them, we have to know!

@justbecauseyoubelievesomething

Mod Review: This was an amazing concept, and so fun to read!! We really liked how you tied in the canon plot of Murphy bailing and giving up, while everyone else kept going, it was a nice character touch that helped you weave in the world building in a nice way. Murphy having powers, and trying to quiet them however he could, not wanting the burden of those powers felt super in character, and added a really cool dynamic between him and emori! Speaking of Emori, her power was SO cool!! Such an interesting choice and so well used in the story! We really enjoyed how they kept constantly saying the wrong thing to each other, it really added a nice level of angst, especially in such dire situations when any conversation could be their last! Murphy’s reoccuring dream being about Kane was such a nice way to weave his power, the plot, and the emotional stakes together in a super cohesive way!! The use of the canon settings as settings in your story was awesome! Shallow Valley sounded beautiful! We especially enjoyed the description “Almost paradise. If you could ignore the armed guards stationed on key street corners and the sniper rifles peering through second story windows. A shiver runs down Murphy’s back.” Such a nice way to show tension! Future Emori showing up at the end was SO angsty!! So well done! And Murphy finally having to open back up and use his powers, even though it terrified him, was such an emotional scene, and it gave way to a very cool scene where we got to see Murphy really using his powers while self sacrificing. Such a good ending, and an overall wonderful fic!

@captaindaddykru

Mod Review: This concept for a ‘crime’ was so interesting! It tied in so nicely with the dystopia itself, and the motivations for Murphy and Josephine, being so different, added a really nice layer. Josephine’s reason and Murphy’s reason also allowed for an exploration of the impact that this world has on different types of people, which was very cool! Murphy and Josephine have the best dynamic for reluctant Partners in Crime, and Murphy as the narrator makes it even better!!! “Josephine just smiles slowly. “At first I was going to go all Rumpelstiltskin--““Bless you.”” -hilarious. We loved the imagery of everyone living on islands due to rising sea levels! Eerie, and a little timely, but SO cool! Very nice world building! Emori being sterilized because of her hand, SO creepy and terrible. Such a nice touch that makes the world seem even worse. Josephine’s introduction is so good, so cavalier, so unbothered, but underneath so much fury just festering. A great exploration of her character! Her reason for wanting to take the baby sort of changing every time Murphy asks, getting a little closer to the truth before she finally divulges everything, was such a nice way of exploring her and their world! And also… SHE STOLE MORE THAN ONE BABY?!?! We were super impressed with how you were able to weave such intricate backstories for all the characters into this fic! Bellamy cheating the test, Josephine’s whole story with Gabriel, Murphy’s reason for being unable to have kids, and Emori’s storyline too! SO interesting, we’d love to know more! And your ending was so good!! Them being unable to sell the baby because everyone knew whose baby it was was an excellent touch, and the “wait, you guys are getting paid” was so funny!!! “Pointedly, Emori looks to him and Murphy’s smirk grows slowly. He already has a partner in crime, and he has to say she’s much better at it. “Nah, you can keep her.”” Such a great memori moment to tie the fic up!

#Chopped madness #chopped madness: round 2 #chopped madness: chopping block #round 2: dystopia #author reveal

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Ally's Apocalyptic Ad (Tripple threat)

Well hi there honey ～

The Quarantine has compelled me to post another ad onto FYRA, since there isn’t much you can do other than spend your days inside, I figured I’ll use this as a perfect opportunity to reach out to those who are interested in a specific role-play with me! :)

The name’s Aaliyah or Ally for short, and I will cut right to the chase. I am looking for a mature role-player, preferably 21+ but will also accept 18+ (just to be sure that you are of legal age, otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable).

I recently turned 27, with 12 years of experience, and hope to meet someone who shares a passion for creative writing and formulating interesting plots and characters. In case you are curious about me as a person, I am a full-time student and a young writer who works at the gym on the side, but also enjoys other creative outlets such as drawing and photography. But at the moment, as the pandemic is spreading, I am reduced to attending online courses, thus have loads of free time on my hands. Be sure that you’re able to uphold a stable Roleplay. And if I do not message you back right away, I hope you can forgive me. I will make sure to let you know if either my capacity is full, or if I am not able to respond right away due to technical issues (or other reasons). If you are hitting a hiatus, that is more than fair! A simple message to put things on hold will completely suffice, but I would like to keep in touch in case the story bears great potential. I very much enjoy video-games, tv-shows, comics, films, books, and the list goes on. Hopefully, I can attract some kindred spirits. I roleplay both Canon and Original!  But currently, I am looking for something very specific, and that something is heavily focused on Supernatural / Gothic / Horror / Urban Fantasy genre. So if there’s no luck in finding a fitting Canon based story, we can always switch to original world-building. For fandoms, I have only picked out four very specifically that I am more than willing to do. I have a heavy craving for a role-play based around dark gritty plots, deeply well-written characters and a whole lot of sass. So if you’re in the mood for something spicy, hit me up.

What it comes down to:

What the Partnership should be: I strongly encourage an active roleplayer who is not afraid of sharing 50% of ideas, plotting, length, detail but most important of all, passion. A bird cannot fly with only one wing. Communication: I’m a chatterbox, so I love making new friends while brainstorming! Communication is the bedrock of it all. It strengthens our compatibility and the story. Should there be something that bothers you, or if you think your characters are not given any proper attention (be it a mistake on my part or if we’re both at fault here), don’t worry about it. Just tell me and we can figure things out. I have no issues with rewriting scenes for a better narrative, or, correct a mistake. We can always exchange and see what would benefit the story most. The Way of Writing: Not a fan of one-liners or text-talk. No half-assed replies. And certainly no ‘quality over quantity’ when you can have both. What I expect for you to have is a basic grasp of grammar. Not to say you need to write a perfectly articulated novel - obviously, a no brainer. I don’t either, but if I get the feeling of my partner wavering in their effort and not investing as much as I do, I have to give them the chop, unfortunately. Too often have I encountered partners who showed strong enthusiasm at first but as time progressed… they slacked and eventually only put an adequate amount of effort into their side whilst completely disregarding my characters.

How I write:

My writing: Third person perspective usually, although I have made some exceptions in my years of writing. My style is a wide spectrum and very flexible, which means that frequently, the word count can go up to 1000+ per reply - though it depends on the given situation and partner. And yes, I do double, preferably even, most likely in canon universes. However this again wholly depends on the type of story, partner, and the cast of characters. I am very open and willing to discuss.  Rating: So you are writing with someone mature. I have 12 years of writing under my belt. There will be violence, there will be swearing, there will be gore. Intimate, uncomfortable topics such as drama, erotica and other topics close to that will always be included with me as a partner. I have few limits but I will respect the boundaries of my partner. And lastly, I won’t fade to black or skip out on the nitty-gritty, unless it doesn’t serve a particular purpose in forwarding the story, then I can make an exception. Characters: I write both canon and OC characters. Face claims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description should suffice. Characters ought to be written as opulent, flawed, unique, talented, heroic, villainous, spiteful, angry, and everything in-between, beings. Don’t be afraid of making them human. Romance: Openly play and accept characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I am more flexible with this one. If the chemistry of two characters compel me, I’m on board! When it comes to sexual situations and intimacy (intercourse, foreplay, all that funny business), I am not particularly squeamish about it. I encourage eroticism, but always in a tasteful, sensual manner (that goes for romance as well), though it is never the main focus of any of my stories, rather a tool for furthering the plot. Erotica is welcome but not the center of any of my roleplays, so I’d rather have it develop naturally and not rush it from one ‘sex-scene’ to the next. Content: Drama, violence, action, romance, pretty much everything's a-okay. I have no qualms with explicit subjects that may be uncomfortable for the general public. Roleplays are fictional stories and we best keep viewing them as such. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me, right? If there are things you are uncomfortable with, name them and I shall respect your boundaries. My roleplays imply and involve brutality such as psychological and physical trauma among other things. It may be difficult to read and write, but it is all part of the plan and a way of progressing the story. However, that’s not the end of it. I 100% endorse beauty, serenity and placid moments as well. It is all needed for our characters to grow and evolve. I love it when it all comes full circle… everyone- and everything has a beautiful and hideous side. This is for adults and I am not here to coddle, I am here for a challenge.

 And finally, here are the things that I am looking for interest-wise! If your fields of interest are not listed here, I am sorry, but I won't be compelled to do anything but those things mentioned down below. Sorry :(

☞ Castlevania *** ☞ Devil May Cry **** ☞ Hellsing *** ☞ Hellboy ** ☞ Constantine *** ☞ AU / Where all universes clash into each other **** ☞ The Boys ** ☞ Bayonetta ** ☞ Buffy *

As for original plots, I am very keen on urban and gothic fantasy, but I am also inclined to do fantasy/alternative reality, mythology, etc. I have plenty of ideas up my sleeve, some of them fully fleshed out and some of them mere rough concepts still in progress. Either way, I would rather have these ideas introduced throughout email or whatever platform we choose to communicate on. I also have a strong penchant for world-building, especially worlds on a metaphysical plain or different planets, dimensions like the underworld, netherworld, purgatory, heaven, etc.

Original themes:

☞ Supernatural / Metaphysical (Demons, Angels, Spirits, Monsters, Hunters, Cosmic Horror, etc.)  ☞ Mystery  ☞ Crime  ☞ Action  ☞ Horror  ☞ Romance  ☞ Thriller  ☞ Monsters   

As a precaution, here are the things I am not interested in:

☞ Slice of life  Topics that aren’t listed in my ad (although I am not against trying something new, I have had many messages that suggested we roleplay something completely out of my field.)   ☞ Anime cliches  ☞ Solely smut focused plots

Aaaand should I hit a hiatus myself, I will notify asap! 

Platforms I use are email and google-docs. I also have a Discord account in case we plot and chat outside of the RP. However, Google Hangouts has proven itself as a sufficient chat-medium for OOC-chat, so I rather stay on email (in case you also have a Gmail account).

If you message me, please use the referred codenames below so I know your specific interest. :)

♠ 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖉: Canon  

♥ 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘: Original  

Even though not mandatory, it is preferred. I would love to read a small description of yourself and your passions. Message me here: EMAIL: [email protected] Excited to hear from you! Sincerely yours -Ally

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #semipara #long term #email #tumblr #spn rp #smut rp #aou rp #submission

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sunriseinorbit · 7 years

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Title: What You Are In The Dark Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairings: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Words: 2157 Summary: Late nights aren’t anything new. Read on AO3

This is the fic I wrote for @yankasmiles for the @tsukyamgiftexchange! Enjoy!~

Lil note: Okay it’s time for a super embarrassing confession and I hope this isn’t too weird but here we go. So when I first got the message in my inbox like “you will be making a gift for: yankasmiles” I kind of panicked. I saved this as “oh no oh no oh no” in my google docs. I’m a huge fan (I typed fuge han at first lmao) of yours and I admire you so much, both as an artist/general content creator and as a person, and I was really nervous writing this because I’m like “omg what if it’s actually good and Yanka likes it and we start talking and we’re kinda friends??!?!!” because yeah I’m a very shy bean. I just want to talk tsukyam with you because you’re the actual Tsukyam Queen and I’m rambling now but I hope this isn’t too awkward and I really hope you like this!! Happy holidays and happy 2017!!!

Also, thanks to @violet-boy for betaing! You deserve the world <3

The poster is neat and organized, just the way Kei likes it. All the outlining is done, the title’s written at the top in purple pen in a simple but interesting script filled with loops and swirls - thanks to Tadashi, of course; Kei’s never been artsy enough for anything like that - and the pictures are laid out in columns, waiting to be glued down. It isn’t anywhere near finished, sure, but it looks good for what it is. And it’ll get done before tomorrow morning. Somehow.

“Hey, Tadashi?” he asks.

“Yeah?” Tadashi asks back, interrupting himself with a yawn. Kei feels bad about not starting to work earlier. Now Tadashi’s tired and they still have plenty of work to do.

“Did you finish the captions?”

“Yeah, I’m printing them out right now.” Tadashi quickly types something out on his computer. “We just need to glue them onto the poster and we’re done.”

“Good.” Kei looks down at the pictures on the poster paper already. The captions are going to fit just fine. “You can go to bed if you want, I can finish.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Tadashi laughs as the printer buzzes to life. “And you’re sitting on my bed.”

“I can move.” Kei shrugs.

“It’s okay, really.” Tadashi turns on his desk light and shuts his laptop before he turns around in his chair. “I’ll cut out the captions and you can glue them on.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Tadashi stands up and walks over to the printer. He waits for all the captions to print before he picks them up, carrying them back to his desk and setting them down. “Are we doing borders?��

“We have them on the pictures, so I guess we have to.” Kei eyes the stack of blue construction paper next to him on the bed. “Do you want to cut those out, too?”

“I probably should.” Tadashi sits down again with a sigh.

“All right.” Kei grabs the stack of paper and holds it out to Tadashi, who takes it and puts it on the desk next to the captions.

He yawns again. “What time is it?”

Kei looks at the alarm clock on Tadashi’s bedside table. “11:42.”

“I thought it was later.”

“Hm.”

They fall silent again as Tadashi starts cutting the captions out. The reason they’re up this late at all is half-procrastination, half-things-that-can’t-be-helped. The project was assigned two weeks ago, but between practice and Kei being at training camp for a week, they haven’t had much time to work, and they’ve spent most of it not working. So here they are.

The poster is their final project in English. Everyone in their class had to pair up and choose a topic to make a poster on that had something to do with a country that had English as an official language. There’s a lot to cover with a topic like NASA, but it’s better than a test.

Doesn’t mean it’s any less work, though.

“I’m done with half of everything,” Tadashi drawls. He never goes to bed later than eleven unless he has to, and now he seems sleepier than ever.

“Okay, thanks.” Kei turns around and takes the stack of white and blue pieces of paper and starts matching them to the pictures. He doesn’t want to start gluing anything down until he’s sure it’s right; it’ll save him a lot of trouble later.

He starts with the caption about the moon landing. He at least knows where that goes. He sets the blue border down first and the white caption on top of it before he gets off the bed and onto the floor. That’ll probably be easier.

Next is the Hubble Telescope. That’s one of the words he can pick out right off the bat. He puts it in its place and smooths it out before moving on to the International Space Station. He’s pleased to find that everything is going much faster than he thought it would. After the three captions are set, he starts gluing them down. He has to redo the Hubble one a few times, since he keeps gluing it down crooked, but he can afford that. The glue isn’t dry yet.

“Hey, Tadashi, do you have the other three captions?” he asks.

There’s no response. Come to think of it, the cutting sound has stopped, too.

“Tadashi?”

Still nothing.

Kei makes his way up to his feet, looking at the time before he turns around. 12:07. He’s starting to feel a little sleepy himself, and he’s used to staying up later than this. He’s not sure why.

When he turns around, he’s greeted with the image of Tadashi fast asleep at his desk. His head is resting on top of one arm next to the stack of fully-cut captions, which in turn is sitting right next to the stack of fully-cut borders. He looks slightly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s never let any weird terrain get in the way of getting to sleep before.

Kei isn’t exactly sure what to do. He could grab everything off the desk and glue it down and get everything done, but by doing that he’s risking waking Tadashi up, which is something he really doesn’t want to do if he can help it.

But Tadashi can sleep through pretty much anything, and it’s Kei’s duty to finish the project. So he grabs both stacks of papers in one hand and sits down on the floor again, matching each caption up with its corresponding picture before gluing it down. It doesn't take him that long to finish, but he still lets out a relieved breath when everything’s stuck on, briefly admiring his and Tadashi’s handiwork. It doesn’t look particularly beautiful or anything like that, but it looks like a slightly-better-than-average three-quarters-of-the-way-finished high school English project. He can live with that.

He gently moves the poster closer to the wall so no one steps on it, making sure that nothing on it moves while he's sliding it over. After checking to see that everything’s still intact, he walks back over to the desk, where Tadashi’s still asleep. He looks like he could easily spend the whole night here without getting anywhere close to waking up again.

But falling asleep at a desk is something that Kei knows from personal experience only produces neck cramps and regret, and he really doesn't want Tadashi to wake up in the morning with any kind of pain after he was already up so late. There has to be something he can do.

He realizes what that something is once he spots the wheels on the bottom of the chair rolling back away from the desk. It's happening so slowly that it's barely noticeable, but the chair's moving.

Taking three slow steps on his tiptoes, Kei sneaks over to the desk. His heart pounds in his chest and he wonders if this is even a remotely good idea. Whatever. It's too late to stop now.

He reaches out and grabs the back of the chair, one hand before the other. As soon as he has a strong enough grip on it, he starts pulling back. It’s agonizingly slow, no faster than the chair was moving before, but if he doesn’t want to wake Tadashi up, he can’t go any faster.

When the chair’s far enough away from the desk, Tadashi’s head slides off the end of the desk and he stirs for a second but doesn’t wake up. He leans back, head resting against the back of the chair, which makes things slightly harder on Kei’s end, but he doesn’t really mind.

Kei finally stops to take a breath when the chair is right next to Tadashi’s bed, and even then, he can’t quite figure out what to do next. He wants to get Tadashi from the chair to the bed somehow, but he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to do that. Should he just pick him up and carry him over? Pick up the chair and dump him out onto the bed and hope for the best? Neither of those seem like things he would do, but desperate times call for desperate measures and Tadashi isn’t that heavy, right?

“...Huh?”

Before Kei can even make a move, Tadashi’s already waking up, and he looks ridiculously cute doing it. He blinks his eyes open slowly, eyebrows scrunched together as he looks up into Kei’s eyes. “...What’s going on?”

“You fell asleep at your desk.”

Tadashi’s eyes widen for a split second before he sighs. “Did I?”

Kei nods. “I finished the poster, though. You did more than enough work and I didn't want to wake you up.”

“Yeah, but I feel bad about it now.” Tadashi frowns.

“There wasn’t a lot left to do.”

“...Then what were you doing?”

Kei can feel his cheeks turning bright red. He can’t say what he was doing, that’s stupid, but he can’t exactly lie either. He’s never been able to lie to Tadashi at all, certainly not well. “Well, I was -” He couldn’t say it like that. “I was going to -” He couldn’t say it like that either. “I was about to -” Damn it.

Tadashi laughs, the quiet really-tired-sounding but really-adorable laugh when it's too late to give it everything. “Got it.”

“I - was actually rolling your chair back and..." Kei trails off. Why did he even try? Even telling the truth isn't working for him.

"You don't have to to tell me if you don't -"

"This is stupid but I was rolling your chair over here because I thought you looked uncomfortable and I was going to try to carry you back to your bed or something even though I'm definitely not strong enough for that -"

"Wait, what?" Tadashi smiles in disbelief, and the look in his eyes says that he's clearly judging Kei at least a little. Dammit, he's already embarrassed enough as is. He actually rambled about something, and now he's being judged for it. Not fair.

"Yes, now can we change the subject?"

"That's so sweet!" Tadashi gushes.

"Really?"

"Yes." Tadashi sits up and stretches his arms up above his head before crawling over the gap between the chair and the bed. He doesn't even touch the floor. "Come on."

"What?" Kei blinks.

With a tiny, slightly-sleepy smirk, Tadashi wraps his arms around Kei's waist and pulls him onto the bed until they're lying right next to each other. They're looking right into each other's eyes when Tadashi giggles, still hugging him. "I said, come on."

Well, Kei knew this would turn into a cuddle session eventually.

"How dare you take advantage of me like that?" He whispers.

The moonlight sparkles in Tadashi's eyes as he smiles, subtly letting go. "What are you talking about?"

He tilts his head up and presses a quick, tired kiss to Kei's lips and lets it linger, leaving Kei with no choice but to reciprocate for the short time it lasts. It's soft and simple; their lips barely touch and they're both about to fall asleep anyway. Kei's still glad to find out that he's in the perfect position to smell the strawberry-scented shampoo in Tadashi's hair.

After a few seconds, Tadashi doesn't pull away but rather falls out of the kiss, letting his head rest on the pillow. He sighs contentedly, closing his eyes with a smile as he rolls onto his back. Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, in this case - there isn't enough room for Kei to do the same.

"Don't move," Tadashi whispers, the only sound in the room this late at night.

"I won't," Kei whispers back. The next second, he feels a pair of thin arms wrap themselves around his torso as Tadashi snuggles in closer, resting his head on top of one of Kei's arms and essentially pinning it down. "May I ask why now?"

"You're warm," Tadashi murmurs, his voice muffled up by the fabric of Kei's shirt.

"We're lying on top of three blankets."

"It's not the same." Tadashi stops for a few seconds, like he doesn't want to say any more on the subject before he starts talking again. "If you don't like it -"

"No, I like it." Kei means that part, he really does. He's just not good at talking, especially past midnight. He takes the arm that isn't pinned down and wraps it around Tadashi's shoulder. For emphasis.

"Good." Tadashi already sounds like he's falling asleep again. "The alarm's set, right?"

"7:05."

"Perfect." He gets even closer, his voice dropping down to a whisper. "'Night."

"Goodnight," Kei whispers back before closing his eyes and drifting off, out like a light in under a minute. Sure, he's not going to get as much sleep as he wants to, and the pictures on the poster are probably a little crooked since he glued them on in the dark, but that's okay.

He’ll definitely sleep better this way.

#haikyuu!!#fanfic #tsukkiyama #tsukyamgiftexchange2016 #han originals #i'm posting a fic on this blog what??#this is such a great start to my fic year honestly i'm so glad

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originaldetectivesheep · 6 years

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Tales of the Missing 6 - How To Talk To Girls When Everything Is Fire

Not everything is possible -- not everything is practical, or achievable, and sometimes the best thing we can do is settle and make the best of the good we have. But that doesn't mean it's not allowed to dream.

How To Talk With Girls When Everything Is Fire

"Mom! No! Mom! Jesus, get the hell away from the tree!" Bethany blinked, rolling over on the couch, grabbing around towards where her glasses might be. There was a cold snap in the room like the door was open, and Tanya was…over there somewhere, and there was something orange and flapping past her. Her hand hit the heavy plastic frames, and she struggled them on, and some of the fog cleared from her eyes.

The Christmas tree was on fire. It was a good thing it was out at the curb and not still here in the house, but the Christmas tree was on fire and yellow-orange flames were shooting out of it, and that was maybe Tanya's mom standing out by it, weaving back and forth along with the flickers of the fire. The Christmas tree was on fire. Bethany didn't hear any sirens, so maybe she'd just-just set it on fire, or maybe the god-guns-and-guts Belchers across the road would come out and spray it down with fire extinguishers instead of calling the gubmint. "Jesus, mom, what the hell?!"

Bethany was standing up now, hobbling over to Tanya with the blanket over her shoulders still, so she could hear the incoherent response from the end of the driveway. "Revenge – I got revenge. The tree fucked up your girlfriend – so I fucked up the tree. Tell her it's gonna be okay – everything's gonna be okay. I got it back for you." Bethany was partly down on Benadryl from a bad allergic reaction to the pine needles still all over the floor in the house, but she was partly down from a crick in her knee when she tripped getting on the bus three days ago that was turning into a sprain because she couldn't keep her weight off it, and she was partly still drunk from last night, and setting the Christmas tree on fire out at the curb wasn't helping any of this.

"For fuck's – come back inside, mom, you're drunk. Get the hell away from that. Get away from the tree – I'll call the fire department. Jesus fuck." Tanya shook her head, and her mom wavered in the driveway, maybe stumbling back towards the house, and Donny or Ricky or another one of the Belchers ran out of their house, grabbed a fire extinguisher out the back of his truck, and hosed down the burning Christmas tree.

"We've got to get the hell out of here," Tanya said, shepherding her mom back inside. "If we're gone mom will get bored and drink more and go to sleep, and then she'll be slept it off by tonight. Are you good to go shopping?" Bethany shrugged. She wasn't feeling great, but Tanya was okay to drive and there wouldn't be pine needles all over the place in the Target or the Price Chopper. It had to be better than lying around the house coughing and sneezing and wondering what Tanya's mom was going to light on fire next.

The tree was still smoldering in a smear of ashy water as they made their way down to Bethany's Cherokee; Tanya had the keys because Bethany had to take another Benadryl as she was getting dressed. "We should stop off and get some pants first," she said, hitching up her borrowed pair as she climbed up into the seat, trying not to strain her bad knee. "There was a tear in my pair that isn't in the laundry so I borrowed I guess some of your mom's, and they don't fit so good." Bethany adjusted her waistband, pulled around on her coat to get herself arranged right, trying to keep her vision from dipping and swerving like she was rolled up into a bouncing gatchapon ball.

Tanya nodded and turned the key with a garupppa-pa-chunn. "Okay. We'll stop at the first place." The radio came up playing Seether, and she turned it off. "I think there's a Lidl or an Aldi or one of those other German discount supermarkets on Highway 9, before we get to the mall. They sometimes have clothes there, and if it's that plaza we can go in the CVS and get hair dye too, if they don't have it."

"If we're going to the supermarket, we should get some more vodka too, and some more mixers." Bethany hunched down in the seat; the car wasn't really agreeing with her and she needed something more in the way of medication.

"It's – it's Sunday, right? I don't know if they'll sell booze on a Sunday – it's still before noon, isn't it?"

Bethany wasn't sure. "Aren't we in Rhode Island? Are there seriously laws in Rhode Island?"

"No, we're still in Taunton – we've still got the Mass blue laws." "But do people seriously obey the law in Taunton?"

Whether they did or not, Tanya turned off the highway, dodging snow mounds and the still-not-demolished drive-up one-hour photo box in the parking lot to pull in almost on the lines as close as she could manage to the entrance to the Edeka. She took Bethany's hand as they got out of the car and walked in, helping her with her balance, trying to keep that bad knee from getting worse, and then let go to pull out a shopping cart. "I can do the cart," Bethany said, trying to be useful, because they were in here for her, after all, and it would help to have something to lean on. "I'll just go look at pants – you can go get whatever you need and come put it in." They would probably be almost alone in the store – midday Sunday in the lull after Christmas – but Bethany was still digesting the medication, still wanted, kind of, to get a little to herself and make sure she was getting everything okay.

She pushed the cart down the side aisle through the discounted toys and sad-looking craft supplies to the clothing section at the back, started absent-mindedly picking up pants from racks or piles. They were stretch pants and would stretch a little as long as she could get something close to the right size, and this was a store for normal people, not those A&F waifs, so there were things that she could and would wear here, but you seriously didn't know what size something was until you actually put it on – whatever the designers and salespeople who decided what a "12" or a "14" was at some of these places were on, Bethany wanted a hit off it: it had to be good and it would definitely help with being out of pants and drunk and on Benadryl and still worried about what Tanya's mom was going to set on fire.

Tanya came back, for a second, two boxes of hair dye and a neon plastic handle of margarita mixers into the cart; Bethany turned to say something, but she was already gone. There was a discount circle rack on that side; some pants that didn't look interesting and a few longer shirts that did. She reached out a hand to move them out of the way, look them over; if Tanya'd gone off again, she had other things to find and she'd be back. There was time enough to just look around before she went over to the fitting room to start trying the pants on.

Bethany turned a frilly mid-cut shirt that her chest would've been too big to fit into in fifth grade to the side, and that was when she saw her. Squatted down at the end of one of the end caps, stocking cough medicine out of a basket: dark black hair cut like a boy in a fashion-plate shoujo manga from the '90s, purple barred streaks down through it at exactly the right spacing; they somehow matched perfectly with her intentionally-ugly lavender work polo, and Bethany was sure they'd look even better with just the giraffe-print longsleeve she was wearing under it. Her nails were that same dark purple, and her solid, thick-soled Docs were just barely tinted the same purple in the toes – the yellow stitching probably DIY-painted out in the same nail polish. She must have felt Bethany looking, staring, because she turned, calm brown eyes and neutral make-up and the whisper of a hole for a lip piercing that she had out so that the old ladies wouldn't complain to her manager, and she didn't look bothered or shocked, and that was when Bethany, who'd almost forgotten about Tanya and had definitely forgotten about her bad knee, got a definite reminder of the second: the joint buckled and she lost her balance and fell over through the discount rack.

"Oh my god!" the clerk was saying, arms around her already. "Are you okay? Are you all right? Do you need me to call 911?"

"No, I –" Bethany shook her head, trying to keep her swimming eyes from rolling back, deep breath, deep breath, no pine needles, making sure that there wasn't anything broken. "I – I think I'm okay. I'm just a little hung over. And I'm on Benadryl."

"If you really think you're okay, that's fine," she said, name tag ALICIA, her arms close and strong and soft and warm around Bethany as she helped her to her feet. Tanya was hustling back through the aisle, hand over her mouth, trying not to make more of a scene. "Don't worry about the rack; I'll put it back together. And please come back sometime – when you're not on Benadryl." She smiled as her hands fell away, as Tanya got over with a sympathetic arm and a half-whispered scold, and Bethany had the hardest of times looking away, not looking back as she went over to the changing room.

Two of the pairs of pants fit, but by the end of trying them on Bethany's side was a mass of raw bruises, so that was the end of the day; they'd gotten most of what they were out for, and while it wasn't that long, they'd gotten out of the house for a little bit: Tanya's mom would have to be asleep by the time they got back, and they could have some time to themselves.

"You've got to take better care of yourself," Tanya was saying, like any of this was her fault and not the bus and not Tanya's mom's dumb natural tree and not Alicia for being that pretty, "I know it's hard, but I can't always –" and then they came around the rise and saw the blue lights and the red lights and the high wide orange light and Tanya skidded to a stop in the middle of the road.

"MO-OOOM!" she screamed, bailing out of the car, door hanging open. "Mom! What did you do? What did you DO?!" Bethany scrunched down, curling up low in the seat, putting everything on the flat natural horizon of the Cherokee's hood: the fire engine blocking the road and the firemen playing their hoses around, Tanya's mom howling on the curb in cuffs, some skinhead cop, probably yet another of the Belchers, double-facepalming because he wasn't getting anything out of her, and up over all of everything the crackle crackle roar of the stand of pines on the far side of the house in a towering eruption of billowing smoke, yellow-red sheets of flame. Bethany hunched down and thought about other things, other ways: ALICIA and giraffe prints and strong arms, invitations and unkissed piercings, and other places where less than everything was always fire.

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