#it’s not even that it’s research or a boring topic or anything. i don’t even mind the deep analysis i have to read

[shatteredsnail]

worst feeling ever: thinking i get to do a fun coral lab and make graphs and finding out it’s actually a huge research assignment

#listen. i like research a lot. i do it for fun. but this research sucks. #it’s not even that it’s research or a boring topic or anything. i don’t even mind the deep analysis i have to read #it’s purely that the assignment is set up in a way i don’t like #i’d be totally fine writing a paper on the topic. but the weird q&a big chart format is awful #and why do i need three scientific sources for each question? there’s like 8 questions. that’s so many #and i have to write source summaries for all of them #like. at this point give me the essay already #i wanted to get my school stuff done before i went to bed but n o p e. to be fair i did like 5 things for tomorrow today but still

[mistydeyes]

cold coffee and sloppy notes

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summary: As the 141 returns home, they're always more than happy to support their favorite student as you work towards your degree.

pairing: Task Force 141 x student!civ!Reader

warnings: none :) all fluff

a/n: i thought this was fitting as i'm now officially back in school! good luck to everyone who is also heading back and feel free to reach out if you need any help or just want to destress :)

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price - defending your thesis

"How's it going in here, love?" John asked as he entered the living room. He observed the TV that had your thesis defense presentation and the collection of papers and notecards on the table. "It's…okay?" you said, almost questionably. In fact, it was not okay. You had gone over your presentation to the fictional group of panelists thousands of times but always tripped up on your words. He could sense your distress and enveloped you in a comforting hug. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked as he rubbed your back lightly. "I don't know," you mumbled, "I just need to get this presentation down." He took a step back and made his way to the couch. "Then present it to me, and I'll give you some feedback."

“Good morning panelists,” you began nervously as you clasped your hands together. “Take a deep breath,” John corrected and you sighed before taking a seat next to him. He placed a comforting arm around your shoulder before you leaned into his side. “What if they don’t approve of my research?” you shakily spoke as your mind flooded with the possibility. You had spent 4 years researching this topic and the only thing in between you and your doctorate was your thesis defense. “Well you can’t go in like that,” he advised, “researchers can smell fear.” You lightly punched his shoulder as you both laughed. “I’m serious!” you exclaimed, “What if they tell me I wasted all these years?” You sighed again and he placed a gentle hand on your cheek. “You’re the expert on this topic, you just have to show them that,” he reassured and you smiled back to his soft gaze. You spent a few moments like this before getting up again and trying to go through your presentation.

You looked down at the coffee table of notes before John snatched them in his hand. He held them gently in his lap before looking back at you. You were about to object when he placed a finger to his mouth. “Love, if you keep a script then you’re going to sound like wet cardboard,” he explained as your face twisted in a mix of emotions, “I doubt they’d want to sit through another boring defense.” You took a moment to compose yourself before he gestured for you to start again. “Good morning panelists,” you repeated, with more vigor than the last time, “I am Y/N, a Ph.D. candidate in the Department of…” Even if tomorrow you left as a candidate, you knew that you would have John’s unwavering support through it all.

soap - mathematics work

As you lay on the loveseat with Johnny, you groaned loudly. You stomped your feet childishly on his lap which caught his attention. He looked up from his phone as you frustratingly erased at the paper. "You alright?" he asked and you shook your head. This assignment for your maths class had taken you hours and you still could not figure it out. The words on the page began to blend together and you were at a loss of where to start. "I don't understand why I took a maths class," you mumbled and put your forearms above your head. Soap patted your leg reassuringly before trying to peek a look at your notebook. "Let me take a look," he offered and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Thanks, babe but I don’t know if you can help,” you said, chewing on the end of your pencil. “Try me,” he joked as he looked at you. Deciding it didn't hurt to let him try, you threw over your notebook with impossible equations and problem sets. You took the time to check your phone and take a break from your calculations. After a few moments of him thinking out loud and throwing out various “hmmmms” and “I sees,” you sighed as if you were wasting his time. You were about to take the notebook back when he hit a eureka moment. “Pencil me,” he commanded and you passed it over to him. After a few more scribbles and mental math, he presented you with the solution. “Here ya go,” he said smiling and you couldn’t believe he found an answer. Your eyes scanned over the sloppy handwriting but you were able to see it followed the equation you had learned and the answer was reasonable.

“How-how did you do that?” you asked as you looked over his work. You hoped it was correct but we’re at a loss for his sudden stroke of genius. “‘m more than just a pretty face,” he joked and you pushed you eyed him suspiciously. “I’m serious, Johnny.” “Think ‘bout it, my job is all about maths,” he explained, “demolitions is about figuring out how much ya need, how big the building is, and where the pressure points are.” You shook your head in disbelief. He was right after all, geometry was so integral to many professions even if you didn’t enjoy it. "Thank you," you smiled and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss, "might just ask for your help on all my assignments."

gaz - studying

Kyle returned from the kitchen with two cups of tea, surprised to find you had overtaken the living room floor with your textbooks, notes, and electronics. You had been at it for hours now and Kyle was more than happy to make dinner and clean your flat while you worked. The room was filled with a mix of classical music and lo-fi beats. Somewhere in there, he could've sworn he heard the Coconut Mall theme song. "Hey, you," he called and you looked up at him. He noticed the bags around your eyes as you pushed back your blue light glasses. "How's it going," you weakly asked and motioned for him to sit. You shuffled a few papers around on the couch behind you as he maneuvered through the mess.

He placed your favorite cup of tea down on the glass table before settling on the comfortable seat. You sipped it gently and savored the taste. "Decaf?" you asked, looking back at him, and he nodded. "I don't think you need more caffeine," he chided as you rolled your eyes in response. "I just have so much to do," you replied before looking back down at your organized mess. You always dreaded finals season and would procrastinate studying until the last week. Despite having copious amounts of notes, you were at a loss to remember all the material asked of you. You wished there were more hours in the day to study.

“Love, you should rest,” Kyle gently suggested as he put a hand on your shoulder. You leaned back into his touch, groaning at the eye strain and the now persistent headache. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” you whispered, trying to overcome your anxiety and disappointment in your lackluster study habits. Kyle massaged your shoulders as you closed your eyes. “We’ll wake up early tomorrow and I can help you study in one of those cafes you love,” he offered and you nodded with a smile on your face. As you relaxed into his soothing motions, he stopped before cupping your tired face. “Let’s go to bed and start again tomorrow, yeah?” you again nodded, this time eyes heavy with sleep, before you followed him to bed.

ghost - reading and revising

When you were nose-deep in a textbook heavier than his tac vest, Simon knew to vacate the room. You were a model student and Simon would always let you know when he returned home. While you loved seeing your boyfriend, you also enjoyed his clean flat without any flatmates. You’d often lug your materials to his and request a table to organize everything. After five minutes, Simon would walk by to see you with a stack of textbooks to your side and your iPad propped up in the center of the oak table. He also noted the sticky tabs and highlighters organized by some unknown hierarchy delicately placed in arms reach. You were your own tour-de-force and with your large headphones, it was only you and your revisions in this world.

Simon didn't mind the peaceful atmosphere. It often allowed him time to clean his flat from the accumulating dust or exercise in his bedroom. "Just tell me if I'm being too loud," he'd whisper before you put on your headphones, tuning out the world. He would leave you until you finished or you found him in another room. It was a functional routine and Simon enjoyed it. This time, you had a large exam coming up and Simon had run out of errands and chores to do. As he entered the room with some paperwork in hand, you nodded in approval before returning to your work. Every so often, he would look over at your hunched-over figure and smile to himself.

Eventually, as the sun began to set, Simon decided to return to the paperwork another day. He closed up the manila envelopes before stretching slightly and making his way to the door. He was pondering what to order for dinner when he heard you take off your headphones. “Can you stay?” you said, barely over a whisper and Simon stopped in his tracks. He looked over to you but your eyes remained trained on the minuscule font. “You want me to stay?” he questioned as he walked back over to the couch. As he reclined himself on the seat, you looked up. “If you don’t mind,” you smiled, “your presence is reassuring.” Simon let out a soft chuckle at your explanation. It wasn’t every day someone told him he was a comforting presence in the room. "I can stay for few," he replied, "but we're getting dinner in an hour and you're taking a break." He laughed as you shooed him away with your hand before returning to your productive state. Simon closed his eyes and rested, knowing you wouldn't mind. Hopefully, your headphones were loud enough to drown out his snoring.

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #Johnny mactavish x reader #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #izzie is writing

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄThe Visitꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦When Y/n makes an impulsive decision to take a trip to Japan, a trip to the wrong room causes her to catch the wrong attention❦

Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Red phrases are Japanese

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

The Visit

Y/n’s journey to Japan was based on an impulsive decision. Wanting to bask in the differing culture compared to America, she decided to take a small break, her plan to only stay for a couple weeks. Unfortunately, her friends, too busy with work and stable living, couldn’t join her sudden trip across the world. Y/n currently works on her own accord, a delivering app where she makes her own schedule. A lot more freeing compared to a job where she’d have to make decisions two to three weeks in advance.

Sure, she’s no doctor or business owner but she still makes enough to afford her living and to take spontaneous outings, becoming bored easily from the day to day routine of driving and delivering all day. After all, she can even work on her vacations, though she’d prefer not to. When she was younger, she had a hard time doing things on her own so as an adult, she’s gained her own sense of independence. Using the phrase, YOLO, as an excuse to go out on her own and make things happen without waiting for others to join. Her personal challenge in life. Which is why she decided to go to a popular night club, all on her own.

Flashing lights beam as the loud music bursts through the speakers, causing the building to vibrate occasionally, chattering and laughing mixing in with the frequency. A euphoric feeling for someone in search of a good time. She walks through crowds of people after she passes the security, slightly shoving her way, light “Excuse me,” and “Sorry,” as she squeezes past the dancing mass. Obviously, nobody hears her apologies as they close their eyes and grind against the nearest person. Finally, she makes her way to the bar, the bartenders tending to the customers with smiles on their faces, conversing and flirting with the newcomers.

She takes a seat on the stool, ignoring the awkwardness of feeling out of place in an unknown world. Most of the conversations surrounding her are misunderstood, as she only knows a few Japanese words. She knows she should’ve studied more, though the anticipation caused her impatience, determining that if needed, she’ll use the web’s translator, no matter how embarrassing it’ll feel. For a second, she zones out in her own world, palm on her cheek as she leans her head, elbow plastered to the table.

“What can I get for you?”

She responds with a fruity alcohol mix, dropping her hand to the table as she watches the bartender make her drink. Once finished, he slides it to her as she hands him her payment. She sips it down fast, emptying the glass within seconds, wanting to free herself from the anxiety that fills her body, calming her thoughts as the alcohol persuades her to get out of her comfort zone. Ordering another after another, she’s finally out of her shell enough to think about hitting the dance floor, after all the crowd should cover her terrible dance moves.

After her fifth drink, she feels great, on top of the world even. Without the weakness of anxious thoughts and tense posture, she takes a selfie to send to her groupchat, her friends responding with likes and support. She smiles to herself, vision slightly shifty as she hops off her seat, shoving her phone in her purse as she walks through the crowd to a good spot.

Considering how lively she is, others fall in line, dancing near or on as everyone hypes everyone up, the music and alcohol causing everyone to lose themselves in the motion of the dance floor. The girl takes a couple photos and videos of all the different people she meets as they laugh and share the moment with each other. Some take photos and videos as well, showing off their night. Time passes as the drinks keep pouring.

Finally, the liquid reaches her bladder, causing her to stumble through the group, walking towards the bar as she searches for the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately, it takes her a while to walk around in frustration, sighing as she sees a staircase towards the balcony. Using the rail as support, she stalks up the stairs, walking until she reaches the balcony. She walks past the people as she makes her way down the hall.

“Damnit, I’m about to piss myself.” She hisses as she continues to look around, no sign of any bathrooms near.

Out of curiosity, she stops near a door where talking could be heard, though nothing she could understand besides the few words she could make out. She rolls her eyes.

“Hopefully, there’s a bathroom in here, or else I’m peeing wherever.” She mutters, chuckling as she turns the knob. When she opens the door, she’s greeted with an empty space with lounge chairs and dimmed lights, pink and red being the main color scheme of the room. The voices are louder as she walks into the room.

Maybe that’s the bathroom.

She shrugs as she walks forward, closing in on the door, the voices raising. Her eyebrows furrow at the language, caught off guard by some of the words being shouted.

“Mikey, please! I just need m-more time!”

A loud thud could be heard followed by a ‘Shut up!’ Y/n continued to listen as the concerning sounds became more apparent. She attempts to make out the words, to no avail, but she could tell that someone is begging, considering the word, ‘please.’

“Please! My wife and kids, th-they need me! God, I’ll do anything!”

“What the fuck?” She whispers. The event behind the door causes her to forget about her full bladder, which feels as though all fluid has disappeared on its own. One of her hands places itself on the door as she leans closer, becoming more intrigued as she attempts to decipher more words. Coming up with a plan, she grabs her phone and searches the web for translation. She presses the button to record and sets the phone as close to the door as she can.

“Boss, do you want me to finish this rat?”

After reading the translation, her breath hitches, eyes widening as she quickly deletes the phrase and sets the phone back in place. The hairs on her body stand as the fear sobers her enough to focus. She’s in disbelief to what she is hearing, yet she can’t find the will to move as curiosity brings her closer to demise.

Silence falls for a moment besides the pitiful man’s sobbing, weighing on her heart as she feels sorrow for what could happen, still unknown to any experiences like this. After what feels like forever, she decides to press the power button of her device and stick it back in her purse.

“NO!”

BANG!

She stops for a second, eyebrows furrowed as she stops breathing. She stares at the door in disbelief. Her hands trembling as her legs barely keep her up, causing her to lean against the wall near the door. Her heartbeat accelerates as her head begins to pound, the ringing in her ears indicating that fear is taking a toll. Before she could take another step, another three gunshots ring, echoing from the room.

“N-no fucking way.” She says to herself, turning on her heel to run out of the room.

“Shit!” She hisses as she runs into a plant, the vase shattering as she falls on the floor. Scrambling to pick herself up she quickly runs out of the room, sweat dripping from her forehead as she breathes heavily, ignoring the sound of the door behind her slamming open.

As she runs down the stairs, she pushes through anyone in the way without any apologies, too scared of getting caught snooping she rushes past the dance floor. She shrieks as shots rang through, causing everyone in the club to scatter and scream. More chaos ensues as she shoves her way to the exit. Some people could be seen falling as they’re trampled by the gathering, too many people trying to leave at the same time. The guards try to help as much as they can while the staff hides behind the bar, some in the rooms as well.

The shots continue as she's pushed against the stools, knocking them over as she stops herself from falling. She continues on, finally reaching the exit. When she makes it outside, she runs down the sidewalk, others bringing attention from the outside as well as they mimic her movements. Police sirens could be heard in the distance as she continued to run.

Breathing heavily, the pain in her stomach forms as well as the tensity in her legs, though she ignores it with the will to live another day. As she runs, she misses the black car passing by, tinted windows covering the group of men sitting in the seats.

“Another successful night of ridding ourselves of another rat, yeah?”

A tall man with short lilac hair takes a sip of his glass, leg crossed over the other as his free arm lies on the top of the seat. Lazy eyes with a side smile on his face as he eyes the men in the car.

“Successful, indeed brother. Too bad the night ended early.”

The man, sitting next to the other guy, positioned in the same way with the opposite leg, says while lighting a cigarette, the driver pressing a button to crack the windows. His hair, lilac as well, but shaped to be a mullet smirks as he pulls the smoke into his mouth, settling it before blowing out.

The two men sitting across from the brothers sit quietly as dark eyes stare out of the window, the platinum hair swaying as the wind blows through the cracks.

“I should’ve tortured him more, the disgusting scum deserved every shot for betraying my king.”

The pinkette growled, his icy blue eyes glaring into space as he imagined doing the worst to the man, violent acts playing in his head. His fingers tingle, an effect from the substances in his system, excitement causing him to smirk as he leans his head back against the seat.

“Kakucho.”

The ride became silent as their boss spoke to the driver.

“Yes, boss?”

“Look into Y/n, L/n.”

The dark eyed pale man eyes the card in his hand as he analyzes the picture and information. Finding the photo id in the lounge room, he realizes that she must’ve been the one to shatter that vase, indicating she must’ve been there during their conversation. If not, it’s good to get a hold on her, just in case.

“Yes, boss.”

“Yeah, it was fucking crazy!” Y/n says as she kicks her shoes off, locking the door behind her as she walks to the bedroom, phone against her ear.

“Is everything okay now? Are you safe?” Her closest friend says on the other line.

“I think so, Leila. I got away and nobody has followed me here so I think I’m good. I just can’t believe I witnessed something like that.” She responds, breathing out a sigh as she sets the phone on speaker, setting it on the bed as she grabs a t-shirt and shorts.

“Me neither. You probably shouldn’t go clubbing for a minute.” Leila suggests, worry evident in her voice. After Y/n is dressed, she grabs her phone and walks to the bathroom.

“Maybe, but I didn’t come here to not party. I’m sure it was just that side of town or something.” She says as she grabs a makeup wipe, starting with rubbing her eyeliner and mascara off before moving to her cheeks and forehead.

“There’s other things to do, plus you don’t know how things are fully run over there. You really know little to nothing about the area you’re in so you don’t know how consistent it is and neither do I.”

She moisturizes her face after using water to wash off any residue. She grabs her phone and pulls it to her mouth.

“I understand that, which is why I’m gonna explore some more places tomorrow, but I’m probably going to go clubbing again. Just not at that one.” She says, leaning on her leg as she places a hand on her hip.

“Okay. Just be careful, especially since you’re alone up there. I have to go back to work, so I’ll text you.”

“Alright, see ya.”

Y/n ends the call, grabbing her toothbrush and brushing her teeth. After she spits, she uses mouthwash and rinses. After her process, she grabs her phone and walks to the kitchen, chugging a glass of water before walking to the bedroom.

When she gets in bed, she pulls up a reading app as she lies in a fetal position. As she pulls up a story she saved, her eyes follow the lines until they become heavy - lidded, blurry vision overcoming until the darkness finally engulfs her.

When she wakes up, she lies for a moment before grabbing her phone and checking her notifications. She yawns, stretching and hopping from the bed, completing her morning routine as well as a shower before getting dressed in simple attire. As she walks out of her door, she cautiously looks at her surroundings, eyeing the people walking on this fine morning. In need of a picker upper, she strolls down the sidewalk, heading towards the nearest cafe, hands in pockets as she walks through the breeze.

After she walks in, she orders her drink and takes a seat in a nearby booth, intrigued by the screen of her phone as she takes sips occasionally. A figure distracts her vision, sitting in front of her, causing her to shift her gaze. She eyes the mystery man who sits in a suit, furrowing her brows as she gazes over the attractive guy. He gives her a lazy smile, greeting her and introducing himself.

“You can call me Y/n. Do I know you?” She asks curiously. She knows that she has no clue who this guy is, but asked anyway, wondering why he decided to sit at her table.

“No, we don't know each other. You’re a lovely woman, and I’d like to get to know you more.” He responds, his smooth voice adding to his demeanor. She raises a brow.

He proceeds to tell her about a club he owns, inviting her to attend that night.

“I’ll think about it.” She states, giving a polite smile as she thanks him. He nods, standing up from his chair as he walks out of the cafe.

She messages her friend about the invitation from the attractive man excitedly.

Once the evening roars, she finishes the final touches of her makeup. Finally, finished with her process, she grabs her purse, making her way out of the hotel. She rides to her destination, making it to the packed nightclub she was invited to.

Security allowed her in when she said her name, as Ran told her to skip the line earlier and the guards will understand. That didn’t help the slight anxiety she felt from the angry people waiting in the long line. Shaking it off, she walks past security, to the bar that is right outside the dance floor. She looks around the crowd of people, searching for the familiar man, confused as to where he could be. She grabs her phone when she feels a buzz through her purse.

***-***-**** : come upstairs ♡︎

She chuckles at the heart, guessing it was Ran. Though, she doesn’t remember ever giving her phone number to home, nor vice versa. She shrugs, walking up the staircase until she reaches the blocked off balcony, the guards moving the rope to allow her in.

“Ooh fancy.” She states.

Before she could take another step, she was grabbed roughly from behind, pulled into a chest as a cloth covered her muffled screams. She fails at keeping her eyes open, drifting into the darkness.

She awakens, a dim light revealing her to be cuffed to a chair within a warehouse, causing her to struggle against the restraints as tears threaten to fall.

“No, no, no!” She sobs, frustrated with her circumstances. “Fuck!” She hisses.

“Nobody gave you permission to speak.”

Her head shoots up, meeting with four intimidating individuals, one familiar guy she had just met.

Damnit! I’m so stupid. This has to be those people from the other night with that man! They’re gonna kill me!

The pink haired man with a sadistic look of amusement on his face walked forward until he reached the side of her, gun in hand. Lifting it, he raises the barrel of the weapon to her temple, causing her body to tremble as she attempts to comprehend the situation, eyes widening at the man who sat in the middle of the standing twins. His dark eyes boring into hers.

She watches the man pull out a card from his pocket, turning it over to face her; she recognizes her photo id, unable to believe her unfortunate mistake.

“Y/n, I don’t like to waste time. What did you hear?”

“Nothing! I was just looking for the bathroom.”

She grimaces as the platinum haired man narrows his eyes, piercing through her. He flicks his hand.

“Sanzu.”

Said man nods, pulling the gun back and back, handing her with his other hand, her face forced to face the side. She shrieks a curse from the sudden pain.

“Boss doesn’t like liars, Y/n.” The man with the purple mullet states, smirking at her reaction with his hands placed in his pockets.

“Rin, don’t make fun of the poor girl, she’s already having a hard time.” Ran mockingly states, smiling with one hand in his pocket as he takes a hit of his cigarette.

Y/n grits her teeth, embarrassment and anger filling her mood as she glares at both men. The sense of dread already taking over, she becomes reckless with her words considering she’ll die anyway.

“Fuck you, and fuck you!” She growls, breathing deeply as she tries to keep herself calm enough to prevent an anxiety attack. Everyone’s eyes widen, excitement taking over at her behavior, the pale man’s posture slightly straightening as he becomes intrigued. Another harsh smack forces her to scream as she’s roughly gripped by the chin and turned to face the man known as Sanzu.

“Know your place in the face of the king. Watch your mouth.” He glares at her, releasing her as he replaces the gun on her head. She sucks her teeth to prevent herself from speaking anymore, though the glare doesn’t leave her face as humiliation rises by the amused expressions on the brothers’ faces.

“Answer my question.” Mikey states.

“All I heard was gunshots when I was leaving. I just wanted to find the bathroom, that’s it! I’m just visiting!” She exclaimed, ignoring the throbbing sensation of her bruised cheek.

The room goes quiet besides her deep breathing. She furrows her brows at everyone’s dead stare, wondering if she said something wrong considering the silence. She looks around in concern, shifting her gaze around sporadically.

“Hm, do whatever you want.” The boss waves his hand as he leans back into his seat, still criss - crossed as the other men’s smirks grow.

“W-what do you mean? What are you going to do?” She exclaims, terror causing her to pull harshly against the restraints. She shifts in her seat as they get closer, Sanzu using a key to undo the cuffs. Before she could take the opportunity to flee, she’s grabbed by the arm and roughly pulled out of the seat by the man known as Rin, forcing her to her knees, causing bruises to form as the pain of the cold floor aches.

His hands still on her shoulders in a tight grip that causes tension, while Ran places himself standing in front of her. He unbuckles his pants as he pulls out his length from his underwear, giving his infamous smile as he lazily eyes her form.

“Alright princess, no biting, alright? I think you already know what’ll happen so open up.” He uses his thumb to force her mouth agape, her blocking by moving her head away from the veiny girth. Her eyes widen at the pulsating member in front of her face, tears falling as she tries to push herself away, only to be forced back into place by his brother who moves one of his hands off her shoulder and places it at the nape of her neck and head, pushing her forward. He crouches to get a good angle on her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sanzu says, placing the barrel of the gun on her head. “Don’t even try it.”

She glares through her tears at both men that she could see and barely opens her mouth. Ran pushes his throbbing erection through her lips, a slight groan escaping his mouth as he slowly forces her to reach his base, causing her to gag. Rin helps by adding force to her neck, holding her in place once more.

“Good. S’ fucking good.” He breathes as he pulls his hips back and pushes all the way in once more. A mixture of precum and saliva dripped from her mouth, falling down her jaw as well as salty tears. Humiliation is the only emotion to decipher as she closes her eyes to escape as much as she could from this reality. A pinch on her nose forces her eyes open as he accelerates.

“Keep those eyes open, Y/n.” Sanzu hisses. The other hand placed on her shoulder disappears as it reaches around her neck.

“We might be nicer if you’re good.” Rin whispers as he squeezes his hand around her neck. She struggles against her pinched nose and neck squeeze as her breathing is blocked. Ran’s thrusts become sloppier as he moans, his hand on top of her head and the other on her ear and cheek as he pulls back and forth.

“I’m so close.”

Mikey watches as the events play out. Despite the bored look on his face, he couldn’t help but be turned on by how she looks as she lacks air while being fucked from the mouth. His erection reflects against the bulge in his pants, slight sweat forming beneath his sweater as his eyes bore into the scene before him.

Y/n’s face, shifting colors as she struggles against the hold, vision weakening as black dots begin to engulf her. Noticing the limping of her body, the two men release her nose and neck, allowing her to breathe through her nose as Ran releases into her throat, ropes of cum shooting as he grunts.

She coughs and takes deep violent breaths when she’s released, makeup smeared as her outfit clings to her body from sweat.

“Let me fucking go! There’s no reason for this! I won’t tell anyone just stop.” She sobs angrily. They ignore her as she’s forced on her back. Sanzu forces her legs open as Rin climbs on top of her. Ran slips his pants on before he sits right above her head as he faces her from above, pulling her wrists up as he grips them, smirking as his brother places himself in front of her, crouching over her breasts.

When she gasps from the wet muscle licking her clit, Rin takes the opportunity to shove his dick all the way to the back of her aching throat.

“Shit!” He hissed as he bottoms out. Moaning with his head pulled back, he grips her head, thrusting in and out at a faster pace than how his brother started. She twitches and shifts as Sanzu sucks her clit thoroughly, flicking his tongue whenever deemed fit. He slightly moans as he licks up her juices, his tongue moving up and down as it makes contact with her bud. His hands grip her thighs tightly, nails leaving indents as he pulls her in more, eyes closed.

Rin’s hair sways as he thrusts in her mouth. Wet sounds filling the room as the cum and saliva mix while he uses her face as a fleshlight. Her body couldn’t help to react to the stimulation of her clit, to her disapproval. She also didn’t want to orgasm considering it would enable them whether they believe she truly wants this or not. In order to speed the process, she sucks his cock to bring more tension, causing him to become sloppier.

“Yes! Like that, good fucking girl.” He breathes as his eyes roll into the back of his head, thrusting harder as he gets closer to release. Everyone’s erections twitch when she unconsciously releases a moan, to her humiliation.

Just hurry up and cum so I can leave! Please!

“Dirty girl, you like this, huh?” Ran teases, as his brother’s moans become louder. Sanzu grips tighter as he rubs his erection through his pants. Mikey grips himself through his pants, enjoying the pain of his own arousal as he watches his men take advantage of this woman. His face keeps his same expression, slowly rubbing against himself as he applies pressure.

Her hands turned to fists as Sanzu used a finger to push inside of her, angling it to gain more twitches from her body. Her hips buck when he adds another, strategically pulling in and out of her vagina. His tongue flicks against her clit repeatedly, suckling as he thrusts his hand.

I don’t care if my body is reacting. I want them to stop! This is humiliating!

Tears fall as Rin finally releases into her mouth, cum shooting out as he fills her throat. She orgasms right after as Sanzu assaulted her core. Rin removes himself as Sanzu and Ran pull back. She breathes heavily as she tries to gain strength in her weakened body, still trembling from the violent acts. She freezes when she sees their boss stand up. Her eyes widen as she picks herself up and sits up, not long before Mikey motions for Sanzu to lie on the floor. The short man shoves her over the pink haired man, her face meeting his amused expression.

She’s forced to hold herself up as the brothers stood up and took the chairs her and mikey used, sitting themselves down as the anticipation of what was to come caused them to grip their erections.

When she realized what was happening, she attempted to push herself out of their grips, to no avail.

“No, please! I’ve never done anal before and I don’t want to, please! Don’t make me do this!” She sobs. Her breath hitches when Mikey shushes her from behind. As Mikey grabs her hips, Sanzu eases her down on his cock, gripping her back so she won’t pull back. She shrieks from the force, slight pain blocked from wetness yet her anxiety makes it hard for her to fully open, causing him to bully his way in.

She cries as he adjusts himself, gripping her head as he rubs her back, causing shivers to run down her spine. The brothers watch with smirks, groaning quietly as they begin to rub their own cocks. Mikey wets his finger before slowly shoving it into her anus, causing her to flinch in pain and legs to tremble. Sanzu pulls her down to lie fully on his chest as Mikey uses his other hand to push her back down, aiming for a better angle as he adds another finger.

Sanzu groans as her walls tighten around his cock, shoving it deeper as he holds it in place, head falling back as he breathes heavily. She whimpers in his ear as she tries to hold back a moan from the head hitting her cervix. It presses causing pressure as it’s still inside her, twitching occasionally as he waits for Mikey to enter.

Finally, Mikey adjusts his head to her hole after wetting his cock, shoving it inside as he ignores her cry of pain. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out, both men groaning as they rub against each other through the lining causing extra pressure. She grunts in pain and stimulation as her body trembles. She breathes heavily in Sanzu’s ear unconsciously bringing him more pleasure as he feels the hot air against his ear, her lips barely touching his neck.

“Oh fuck, M-Mikey, can I please move?”

Forgetting his king’s title in the midst of intense pleasure, the Haitani brothers chuckle as they continue their motions.

“Yes.” He breathes as he pulls back, gripping her shoulders as he leans over, thrusting deeply as well as slowly. Long strokes as he repeats the process. Sanzu syncing with him as he hits her g-spot repeatedly, pressing against with his own long strokes.

Her eyes snap shut, tightly, as she grips Sanzu’s shoulders. Tears fall on his neck as she begins to cry. Both men’s jaws hang slightly ajar as they accelerate their speed, one going in as the other goes out. The sound of all their juices mixing as her holes drip with moisture.

Their hips snap as they become sloppy with their movements, syncing once more as they thrust inside of her roughly. All four men’s moans filled the room blocking her whimpers and cries as she sobbed for them to stop. The Haitani’s eyed the sight intently, faces bare of any smiles with nothing but undeniable pleasure as their hands bring them closer to release.

Thank god I’m on birth control.

Their grips become tighter as well as their thrusts until finally with one long but hard stroke, they both cum deeply inside her, pressing themselves inside her walls as they hold in place, the pressure causing her orgasm to crash violently, as well as the Haitani brother’s who rubbed themselves until ropes of cum shot out on their clothes.

After a while of everyone’s rugged breathing echoing through the air, Ran began to let out a light - hearted laugh.

“Awe princess, look at the mess you made! This is my favorite suit.” He smiles.

“Slutty girl, all worn out when you made us do all of the work.” Rin taunts.

Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she allows the darkness to take over, closing her eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

Waking up, she eyes the ceiling in confusion. She sits up, eyeing the unfamiliar room as the memories from before she passed out recollected. Her eyes widen as she dashes from the bed, falling back when her ankle is held by something cold against the bed’s bottom post.

She yanks the covers and eyes the cuffed ankle.

“No! No, no, no!” She cries, the feeling of being violated and stripped of her freedom all taking a toll as she reaches for her head. Finally feeling the cold breeze, she eyes her naked body, feeling shame as she uses the comforter to cover herself.

She looks up as the door clicks open, an unfamiliar male walking in with his white hair to the side.

“Hello, Y/n. I’m here to inform you that your stay in Japan has been prolonged.”

#bonten x reader #tokyo rev x reader #yandere x reader #haitani brothers #sanzu haruchiyo #sano mikey manjiro #rin haitani #ran haitani #yandere #ran x reader #rin x reader #sanzu x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers #bonten #tokyo rev smut #yandere tokyo revengers

[malleux]

Got any Fluffy albedo hcs?

albedo’s research — headcanons.

-> albedo x gn!reader

-> warnings: albedo worrying about u <3

[a/n]: hi lovelies thank u for requesting i love fontaine and am not burnt out of genshin anymore. i kind of made these headcanons a bit specific with a scenario, but i hope that’s alright!

albedo!! a sweetie pie & the first genshin character to ever make me genuinely look forward to his release because i’ve been here since the beginning frfr

right off the bat, albedo absolutely loves when you help him with his research. you don’t have to be an academic or researcher or anything, he just really appreciates it when you take interest in the things he’s doing and spend time with him.

bonus points if you’re genuinely into it and ask him questions along the way. he’s more than willing to explain anything to you and will reciprocate it if you ever wanted him to join you on something you’re interested in.

some days, he stays at the Knights of Favonius headquarters instead of in Dragonspine, especially if he needs to spend his day at the library to read up on a topic.

whenever this happens, he still appreciates your presence. you don’t have to stay the whole time— he knows how boring it can be— but a visit makes his day immensely better.

super protective over the most unimaginable things. albedo often worries himself sick over your safety.

he knows too many things about the universe and understands all too well just how many things could go wrong or hurt you. he wants nothing more than to figure out every bad thing in the world and make sure it doesn’t get to you.

“I brought you lunch. You’ve been in the same spot since this morning.”

It’s silent in the library, save for your voice and the sound of Lisa’s humming at her own desk across the room. Albedo glances up from the book on the table, a soft smile gracing his face as he recognizes your voice and sees the to-go bag of food from Good Hunter.

“Thank you, dearest.” He watches as you sit beside him, unpacking the contents and bookmarking the book to close it and place it away. You got his favorite dish.

“What even is it that you’re having to read about? The way your brain works, I would expect you to just automatically know everything.” You joked, taking a bite out of a chicken and mushroom skewer.

“Normally, yes, that’s the case.” Albedo returned your quip, “But recently there’s been some new findings published by the Akademiya on their Withering problem. It’s been proven to be spreading, so I’m interested on seeing if there is anything from Mondstadt that could potentially quell it or prevent it from spreading here.”

“Smart.” You mused. “So you’re stressing over a problem that isn’t even ours yet?”

Albedo paused for a moment, proving you correct. “I just want to make sure we are prepared for anything that may come. I need to protect you, as well.”

You rolled your eyes and put down your food, then you pushed down Albedo’s hand from where he was simply holding his lunch. He placed it on the table. You scooted your chair closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek, noticing his rosy cheeks and nose and reminiscing on your times together in Dragonspine.

“I can protect myself.” You assured, your thumb running over his cheekbone.

“I took it upon myself to care for you the minute I asked you to be mine. And I intend to do just that.”

As if to really nail down his point, Albedo pushes his chair back and beckons you even closer. You can’t stop the grin from growing on your face and roll your eyes playfully. Nevertheless, you obliged in his request and straddled the alchemist’s waist, settling on his lap.

Albedo scoots forwards once more, trapping you between his body and the table. One hand rests on your waist while the other opens the book back up. You relax into his chest, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

“Tell me about this new information. If you want to protect me, you gotta let me know what I need protecting from.”

#lay speaks #fic blog #x reader #genshin impact #fanfiction #writing #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #asks #requests #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo genshin #genshin albedo

[sotwk]

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game - SotWK Answers

Link to game is HERE,

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was in 4th grade and my friends and I really wanted to date the Backstreet Boys. We discovered fanfiction was the most fun way to do it. We would write our lil’ self-insert love stories in notebooks that we would pass around and share. 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Pumped Up Pop. I’m a 90s kid and Pop runs deep in me. 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t think anything can be considered weird for a writer doing research anymore. But one thing I remember working extra hard on was researching how to pilot a jet for a Marvel action fic. That’s why I admire and commiserate with @scyllas-revenge for her helicopter piloting scene in BLCI. 

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Mix of both. Reader Inserts to make others happy, OC fics to make myself happy. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I would write an entire essay explaining this one, but in the SotWK AU, Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth are metaphorical avatars for the Valar couple Oromë and Vána, and were destined to be such (as they were destined for each other). The qualities they each possess which make them similar to these Valar--Thranduil's strength and skill as a protector/warrior and Maereth's gifts for nurturing and fertility--are what safeguard and sustain Eryn Galen for thousands of years, holding their people fast even against Sauron.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 

@talesfuzzy is constantly on my notifs since she likes so many of my posts on a daily basis. She also reblogs some of the best Tolkien content, which I often put into my own queue. We don't really talk, but she's like that friendly person you see on your daily commute whose name you might not know but you smile and nod to each other till they've become a comfortingly reliable part of daily life.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would LOVE a thrilling action fic where Thranduil and all five Thranduilion Princes march into battle at the same time and completely crush the enemy because there is possibly no greater or more fearsome fighting team left in Middle-earth. However, such a plot would violate my own AU’s headcanon, because in Thranduil’s family, there is a hard rule that the Thranduilions can never all be fighting in the same battle at once; Thranduil simply refuses to risk his family that way. 

I would hire/nominate/beg @ass-deep-in-demons to write it. If you’ve read her fic, “Under Our Darkening Skies”, you’ll know she’s the top pick for incredible and cinematic battle scenes. 

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I find myself reusing a lot of the same lines and expressions, especially when describing character emotions and actions. Sometimes I feel my writing is pedestrian and boring, especially compared to many other writers in the Tolkien fandom who have such eloquent, sophisticated styles and brilliant, creative word choices. I'm quite soppy and sentimental too, but that's just my thing. 

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Sadly, I have not had a pet since my early 20s. I had plenty of them growing up, though, including my beloved yellow Lab. Once my kids are old enough to share in pet care duties, we are definitely getting a dog. 

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talk to me about my Thranduilion Princes, pretty please! (There are many easy ways to be Moots with me, but this is a guarantee and the fastest way!)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I am lucky and grateful to have a solid band of supporters, but I want to grab this chance to send a special shout out to @achromaticerebus. She has been a big supporter of my Thranduilion Princes since she discovered them early on, she comments on ALL my Thranduil/Thranduilion stories, she gushes about them to me and with me, and her enthusiasm just keeps me motivated. She is not herself a writer, and it's so rare to find a friend so willing to just be a reader and supporter, when there's really no way to “pay back” her kindness.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Point out even just one specific detail or line of dialogue and tell me how it made you feel, your thoughts about it, or even ask a follow up question! I am most impressed when a Reader points out an Easter egg or interesting tidbit/headcanon/lore I included. I am over the moon when their comments show they are familiar with my other fics or my SotWK AU as a whole… it means they've really invested in my stuff.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I enjoy being wholly surprised (good surprises, of course), but I don't like being told “a surprise is coming” and having to then think about it or stress out until its arrival. 

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A work-related reminder, which is boring. So I'm gonna answer this question by sharing something I wrote in my “Scratch Dump” document that I use for my headcanon drafting: Inscribed on the blade of the sword was Mirion’s personal oath to his people, written in Silvan: “Until my last breath, I will serve.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

It’s probably because I’m fairly new to it (and because I enjoy the song/video), but the concept of internet friends Rickrolling each other as a prank seems so funny and wholesome to me.  

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I made a separate post answering this HERE.

Thank you to all my awesome friends who jumped in to send me these Asks! This was fun and made me feel good about myself as a writer. Love you guys! 

@lady-of-imladris @erathene @unethicallypleistocene @fishing4stars @Hobbitwrangler @quillofspirit @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niennawept @malzenn @melpomaenofimladris and that one Anon friend!

#sotwk answers #ask game #get to know me #writer asks #Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game #i have the best mutuals #writer stuff

[astrum-aetherium]

what do you think about henry with a s/o that is maths/science smart? would they get along or too different? from a maths girlie 😋

see, this is a partnership in which i feel henry would feel most intellectually challenged by his s/o. unless, of course, he was dealing with someone who bore an even broader knowledge of his own area of expertise, the classics. in regard to a math/science-smarts-focused scenario, however, let’s discuss:

because he respects that area of intelligence — despite not caring much about it as proven by his lack of interest for anything scientific, like the moon landing (lol) — i don’t think he wouldn’t be able to get along with someone who is more knowledgeable in that realm, even romantically. if anything, i think it would rouse his interest all the more, and he would at last have at least a little fuck to give about anything related thereto. plus, we know him to be somewhat mathematically gifted — he can deal with tremendous sums in his head, and that already poses a topic the two of you could discuss together at length. besides, i think it would do him good to have someone at his side who isn’t that infatuated by the classics, it’d be refreshing; his pretentious elitist bubble would be burst — he could even be humbled, and do imagine that — but it’s in no way an inherently bad thing whatsoever. he deserves to be brought back down to earth every now and again, as i’m sure we will all agree on, and a scientifically-oriented person will be able to do just that if i do say so myself. you guys do have an overall more sober and collected, tough-core air to you, if you’ll allow an english major to generalize a bit; less whimsical, but in a necessary humbling way. it’s what i like most about you.

there would be certain differences, of course, but that’s the beauty of a developing, riveting (friend-/relation-)ship — sharing bits of your respective areas of interest to broaden one another’s horizons anew and anew. admittedly, henry wouldn’t care about your material too much at first, but i believe he could grow intrigued with something he wasn’t particularly hyperfixated on if it was complex enough (as theoretical math and science are notorious for being) and/or enjoyed profoundly by someone he was fond of.

in the end, it could be evenings of him breaking down the various grammatical structures of latin/ancient greek to you, and you responding with complex greek theorems or scientific research conducted in the ancient timeframes he’s so interested in. you could thrive on one another’s knowledge, propel one another further on a cognitive level, and simply evolve as academics. after all, academic relationships not only involve parties versed in humanities, but science as well, in spite of literature and modern fiction underrepresenting the fact. i am unaware of the existence of a novel of a math smart x humanities smart pairing yet, but i’m sure it’d make for a thrilling plot. why not dabble into that idea?

to cut a prolonged rant short: yes, i think it would work well — with time. it’d certainly require heaps of patience, especially on your end, considering his condescension and disinterest in regard to science. but no, the two of you wouldn’t be too different for it not to work out in the end. after all, you’re still involved in the study and analysis of highly complex academic matters, wherefore the signature dark academia pretentiousness is still there; the specific area wouldn’t matter here — though, as i said, over time.

#free roam to be a pretentious academic couple ;) #astrum asks #henry winter imagine #henry winter x reader #henry winter thirst #indulgent thoughts #all the more opportunities to humble his ass #he would even feel insecure at times lol! #maybe that’s what would threaten the relationship #gotta be careful with pretentious men

[donnetellotheturtle]

Siren

Chapter 6

Varian didn’t like that Hugo was so quiet. He had his suspicions on what Hugo was. He only wondered why he wouldn’t just tell him.

“….Im not an idiot, you know.” Varian said after a couple long hours of silence. Hed figured Hugo would break it eventually, but the blonde didn’t, leaving Varian to be the adult and broach the topic.

Hugo looked at him. “I never said you were.”

“Youre a siren.”

Hugos face paled. He didn’t say anything though, so Varian continued.

“The late night trips back on the sundrop…You smell like the sea. Not in a bad way…I actually really like it…your blood is silver. And when you’ve been out of the water for too long, you were about to die.”

Hugo bit his lip. The sick feeling was starting to settle in again.

“I have a lot of questions…”

“Don’t expect me to answer.”

Varian sighed. “Youre still not going to open up to me.”

Hugo glared. “Oh sorry you figured out what I am and you expect me to suddenly be an open book? Hell no hairstripe.”

Varians baby blue eyes bore into Hugos. Hugo looked away before the guilt started eating at him more.

“Hugo. My mom was a mermaid.”

Hugo turned.

Varian smiled a little. “I guess you noticed that my singing voice wasn’t exactly…normal.”

Hugo was speechless. He didn’t know how to react to this information.

“So do you have-“

“The tail? No.” Varian chuckled. “No gills either. But besides the singing, I can hold my breath for a long time. Though I think that comes from my dad teaching me not from my mom…”

“Can you swim?”

“why do you think im a sailor?”

Hugo took a deep breath. “….what was her name?”

“Ulla.”

“Ulla?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“…..That was the name of my moms research partner. She disappeared a while ago.”

“Huh.” Varian chuckled. “Small world.”

Hugo curled up, starting to feel worse. “Shit…”

“Hugo, you need to tell me how you called for help. And what they’re going to do when they get here.”

“…I…I don’t know exactly. But they’re going to bring down the ship after rescuing us.”

“So theyre all going to drown?”

“Is that a problem?”

Varian hesitated. Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Goggles, they kidnapped us and are going to force us to kill ourselves trying to shut down this thing on Motonui. Plus with what they’ve done to you in the past, I’ve half a mind to do it myself.”

“Aw…you do care.”

Hugo playfully punched his arm. “it’s only cause you’re half siren.”

“Nah I think you started caring way before that…I saw that look when I gave you your glasses.”

Hugo blushed. “I um…”

“I care about you too.”

Hugos face went bright red, before he hacked out a cough. When he pulled it away, silver blood was on his hand. That…that was not a good sign.

“We need to get you into the water.”

“I-If we could just hold out…Donella and Cyrus should be here soon…hopefully.” Hugo coughed more. His chest hurt.

“We don’t know when they’re going to get here. We need a solution now.”

“I could…I could try to sing?” Hugo shrugged.

Ruddiger made a chirping sound. Like an alert. There was a crash up top. Then yelling. It was like they were being attacked but it didn’t indicate that there was another ship. In fact it sounded like just one person. Then it went silent for a moment.

The door opened. Varian looked up and to his absolute relief, his aunt was there.

“Adira!”

“it’s time for a jailbreak!” she sliced the lock open, then bent down to Hugo, who raised an eyebrow at her. “oh kid doesn’t look too good.”

“Hes sick! He needs sea water quickly.”

Adira made a face that Varian couldn’t figure out. Then she looked up at Varian. “Grab Ruddiger and let’s go.”

Hugo tried to get out of Adiras grip as she lifted him bridal style. It made his stomach churn.

“How did you know-“

“Who do you think sent him? Come on, freckles.”

Varian followed his aunt up top. Everyone, including Andrew, were unconscious.

“Holy shit Adira.” Varian mumbled.

“I didn’t even touch them. Come on. Before they wake up.”

Adira casually walked with Varian to the makeshift bridge she had on her own boat. Varian let out a sigh of relief at being away from Andrew, then frowned at seeing Hugo, who was hacking up a metaphorical lung.

Adira removed the bridge and casted off, getting as far away as they could as quickly as they could.

“Adira, he needs sea water. Right now or he’s going to die.”

Adira looked down at the blonde. “Right. I’ll take care of him. You go get changed.”

“But I want-“

Adira just gave Varian a look. Varian pulled back. “…please be careful with him.”

“Don’t leave me alone with this crazy lady!” Hugo tried to wiggle out of Adiras grip but it was like steel.

“Ill be right back.” Varian chuckled. “and she won’t hurt you. Right Adira?” he looked up at his aunt.

“Of course…We’re just gonna have a talk.”

“A talk or a talk?”

Adira shrugged. “We’ll see where it takes us.”

“Adira!” Varian glared.

“Fine. A normal talk.”

Varian nodded, satisfied, and walked below deck, Ruddiger on his shoulders. He had his own room there. Adira put down Hugo, then locked the door behind her nephew, just in case. She didn’t want him seeing what she was going to do.

Hugo was splashed with sweet sweet ocean water. He took the deepest breath that he had in days. His stomach settled. It felt like he could breathe again. It took a few coughs but his throat eventually came back to normal.

But when he opened his eyes, She had a sword pointed at his throat. God this job sucked.

“Okay Siren.” She said simply. “Start talking.”

Hugo grimaced.

--

Varian was relieved to finally be in safety. Still, on this ship…it was like walking into a memory.

He remembered the last time he was on this ship. 14 and grieving over a father who wasn’t dead but not able to be with him anymore. This was the last spot he had seen him up and moving and talking and truly alive. Not just a meat sack unable to talk to him.

Varian took a deep breath, going into his room and taking off his clothes, changing into one’s that Adira had set out for him. He went over to the water basin and cleaned his face hair and hands. The rest of his body could wait for later.

He looked in the mirror. When did he start looking so much like his dad?

Ruddiger sat on Varians old bed, and made a sound to get Varians attention. The boy looked over to him. “So Adira sent you huh?”

He just nuzzled Varians hand as he sat down the bed next to the raccoon. Varian chuckled. Then noticed a cheese platter on his bedside table. He smiled and shared them with Ruddinger.

He was worried about Hugo, sure, but he also knew he could trust his aunt to take care of him and make sure he was safe.

So for now, he let himself relax. He let himself settle into his childhood bed.

--

Not far from Hugo and Adira, a large wave appeared. Hugo immediately knew.

“Cyrus.”

Adira stopped, looking at the pirate ship in the distance that was swallowed up by the monstrous wave. For a moment, Adira thought it was coming for them. Then it calmed as if it never happened.

Adira put her sword away as there was a large splash and Cyrus was on the ship, over Hugo, grabbing his face.

“Ow, ow Cyrus! Stop it!”

Cyrus, a large man soaked in sea water, wearing armor as if he’d been ready for a fight, was examining Hugos face.

“They didn’t hurt you anymore than you needed right?” He asked.

Hugo chuckled, and then threw his arms around Cyrus. Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief. “You dumbass don’t ever scare me like that again.

“Cyrus.” Adira said simply.

Cyrus turned, then smiled. “Adira. It’s been a while.”

“Ten years.”

Hugo let go of the bigger man as he stood. “…you two know each other?”

Adira nodded. “the only reason he didn’t drown this boat too. Good work by the way.”

Cyrus chuckled. “Just taking care of this one.” He ruffled Hugos hair, who grumbled in response. “He sent me a blood message.”

“my conch shell is back on the sundrop.” Hugo muttered. Adira relaxed a bit.

“I apologize for my previous behavior.” She sheathed her sword. “But since you’re Cyrus’ son…you get a pass. For now.”

Hugo blushed. “I’m not his…”

Cyrus just looked at him. Hugo smiled a bit.

She came over and unlocked the door, opening it only to find Varian tumbling out. She didn’t look surprised. “Hey freckles.”

Varian chuckled. “Hey Adira…what’s going on?”

“Your boyfriend here is with an old friend of mine.”

“Hes not my boyfriend!’” Varian and Hugo yelled at the same time, both of their faces going red.

Cyrus and Adira looked at each other, and chuckled.

Cyrus then looked at Hugo. “You look sick. Come on, let’s get you into the water.”

“….can we talk about the mission?”

Cyrus nodded. “Donellas not far. We can talk about it with her.”

Varian frowned softly, looking down. Hugo saw him and smiled. “I’ll be back in a bit, sweetcheeks.”

Varian blushed hard. “Hugo!”

Hugo winked, and he and Cyrus jumped into the water.

Adira looked at Varian. “God you’re just like your dad.”

Varian cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Both of you fell in love with sirens.”

Varian blushed deeply. “I’m not in love with him! He’s my friend!”

Adira ruffled her nephews hair. “Yeah. That’s what your dad said too.”

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD ”Ryoutei Academy’s ★ Nocturnal Mystery-Solving Exploration Team”

Original title:「夜の★嶺帝学院の謎解き探検隊」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This is probably the most enjoyable tokuten CD I’ve listened to in a while! I really liked the vibe the boys had going on and the whole ‘school mysteries’ is a very popular topic in Japanese media so I’m not surprised that DL decided to cover it as well. My favorite part is the end though. I absolutely love how the whole North Pole thing continues to be a running gag ever since the early years of the franchise.

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Shin: …So, why did you have us gather out here? 

Ruki: My thoughts exactly. Depending on your answer, you might be in trouble. 

Ayato: Haah…!? Oh come on, don’t get your panties in a knot! I was so kind to invite you guys for some real fun!

Kanato: Ugh…’Real fun’, huh? For some reason, I have a bad feeling about that.

Kou: Exactly! I doubt that Ayato-kun’s definition of ‘real fun’ is anything decent.

Shuu: Haah…Oi, Ayato. What is going on here?

Ayato: Ahー Ahem. I have decided to gather you all today for one reason and one reason only ー To investigate the mysterious phenomena which are said to take place at this very academy!

Ruki: Why? 

Ayato: Because it sounds fun, duh! I was just feelin’ a lil’ bored and doin’ this sounds way better than having to sit through those borin’ classes, right? Besidesーー

The other boys sigh in unison. 

Ayato: Wait, oi! Where are you fuckers goin’!? 

Shuu: What do you mean? Home, obviously? …Such nonsense. 

Ruki: Exactly. It’s so ridiculous, it’s not even worth wasting the energy by getting upset about it. 

Kou: My thoughts exactly~ I mean, I’ve always known how childish Ayato-kun can be, but this exceeded even my expectations. 

Kanato: Haah…I have to admit that I’m a little embarrassed. 

Shin: Both of us don’t have it easy with our older brothers, do we? 

Kanato: Yes, exactly. …Actually, I’m somewhat surprised that we can actually agree on something for once. 

Ayato teleports in front of them. 

*Woosh* 

Ayato: Oh come on, don’t say that! Just wait one second, okay? You guys really don’t wait for the other person to finish talking, do you? 

Ruki: That is not something I want to hear from you, Sakamaki Ayato.

Kanato: You claim that there’s more to your story, but what else do you want us to do aside from investigate this school’s unsolved mysteries? 

Ayato: Hehehe…This stays between us, okay? 

He steps closer.

Ayato: Truth isーー...

Shin: Ah…!? 

Ayato: Oh come on, just listen!

Kou: Hm…~ What do you want? 

Ayato explains. 

Ayato: ーー And there you have it. 

Kanato: …!! …Excuse me!? Our Father hid a secret treasure somewhere in this school…!? 

Ruki: Furthermore, to pinpoint the location of this treasure, one needs to gain hints by investigating the various mysteries surrounding this school?

Ayato: Didn’t I tell you it’s a secret!? Don’t say it out loud!

Ruki: Heh. If past stories have told me anything, no secret can be kept forever. 

Kou: Way to go, Ruki-kun! If it can’t remain a secret forever anyway, might as well just reveal it now, right? 

Ayato: …You and your stupid reasoning…

Shuu: Ridiculous…

Shuu turns around. 

Shuu: Who’s going to believe that when you’ve got zero proof? Haah…I’m leaving now, okay? 

He starts walking away.

Shin: You try and cover it up that way, but you’re actually just trying to get a headstart on us and keep the treasure all for yourself, aren’t you? 

Shuu: Hah…?

Kanato: Speaking of which, Reiji cut down on your pocket money the other day, did he not? 

Shuu: …! …He didn’t. 

Kou: Eh…!? Shuu-kun looks shaken up! Which means it’s true!? 

Ayato: I mean, I doubt any of you guys know about this school’s mysteries, do you? They’re not that easy to discover, even if you were to start lookin’ into them right now. Therefore, it only makes sense to rely on Yours Truly as I’ve thoroughly researched all of them leading up to today!

Kanato: …You’re suspiciously well-prepared for once. 

Ruki: I can only imagine there’s some kind of catch to this. 

Ayato: Think of it whatever you want! Only those who actually agree with me should bother stickin’ along. We can split the treasure we find between us. …In other words, the less people join, the better for me. Hehehe…

The others gather around to discuss the matter. 

Kou: You heard him. …What should we do? 

Ruki: Personally, I can’t trust a single thing coming from that guy. 

Shin: Good point. It also bothers me how vague everything sounds. 

Kanato: Yes. Besides, whenever Ayato makes such offers, it always spells trouble. No exceptions. 

Kou: Uwah! …Which means that something bad will most definitely happen this time too!? It’d be in our best interest not to get involved then!

Shuu: …

Kanato: What will you do, Shuu? Don’t tell me you’re actually in? 

Shuu: Well…We can always just casually tag along as a way to kill some time, right? 

Ruki: …What has caused this change of heart today? 

Shin: He must be really upset about the decreased pocket money.  

Kanato: Hm…What will the rest of you do? 

Kou: Hmー I mean, today’s my day off so I don’t have anything else to do…While I don’t particularly care much about the treasure, I am kind of curious about this school’s mysteries~

Ruki: Good grief…If Kou decides to join, I’ll have no other choice but to do so as well. 

Shin: Haah!? Did you guys hit your heads or something!? I mean…I guess the mysteries do sound kind of intriguing. 

Kanato: In other words, you’re all going to join Ayato in his investigation? 

Shuu: What will you do? 

Kanato: …Haah. You leave me little choice. I’ll tag along as well. I could care less about these ‘mysteries’, but if it turns out that there truly was a hidden treasure, I’ll be the only one missing out on it. 

Ruki: You heard us, Sakamaki Ayato. 

Ayato: Heh…’Kay! It’s settled then! Let’s get straight toーー 

Ruki: One second!

Ayato: …Ah? What? 

Ruki: If we start investigating without a plan, we’ll only waste time. Tell us about the mysteries you have already researched first. I believe we will have more success if we first decide on the ideal way to go about the investigation, before taking any action. 

Ayato: Is that how it works? I mean, sure…Umー I’m pretty sure I put it here…

*Flip* 

Ayato: There it is! I took notes on this piece of paper!

Kou: Heeh…Taking notes and such kind of reminds me of a detective!

Ayato: Right? 

Shuu: But what’s the point in notes when they’re indecipherable? 

Kanato: The handwriting is so sloppy, I can’t make out a single word. 

Shin: You got the kanji wrong over here though? …Haha, look at what you wrote! (1)

Ayato: …No I didn’t!

*Rustle* 

Ayato: …God. I’ll read it out loud now, okay? ーー ‘Number one: Grunting sounds coming from the infirmary. Number two: Blood stains found in the storage room. Number three: A foul stench lingering in the backyard. Number four: Sudden laughter erupting from the music classroom. Number five: A wandering ghost in the underground library. Number six: The menu written on the cafeteria’s wall suddenly changing. And last but not least…A cursed video tape found in the audio-visual classroom.’ That’s all. 

Ruki: You actually did proper research. I’ve heard rumors about a few of those before as well. 

Shuu: Haah…They all sound ridiculous. …Anyway, Ayato. About this investigation…We basically have to unravel the mystery, right? 

Ayato: I guess so? 

Kanato: You brushed over the actual important part, didn’t you? …Besides, how will we get hints on where Father’s treasure could be hidden by unraveling those mysteries? What even is this treasure to begin with? 

Kou: Hmー... Karlheinz-sama made many donations to this school in exchange for allowing us to enroll, didn’t he? So we can assume that he is involved with the management of this school to a certain degree. 

Ruki: I see. That does sound like something he would come up with.

Shuu: What do you mean? 

Ruki: Heh. I am surprised that you - his blood-related son - cannot read his mind. In other words, to ensure that the autonomy of this school is protected by its own students, he deliberately prepared a reward to push us to investigate the mysteries. 

Shin: Seems kind of unnecessary though? Wouldn’t it be much easier to just straight-up ask people to solve the mysteries? 

Kanato: No…I would not put it past him. He wants to make a game out of everything after all. 

Ruki: Oi, Sakamaki Ayato. …That’s the case, isn’t it? 

Ayato: Don’t ask me! I was only informed of these rumors by the Familiars. 

Shuu: So you invited us to join you without actually knowing the full story yourself? …Actually, why us in the first place? 

Ayato: I didn’t put much thought behind it. I mean, I couldn’t be bothered to call up the whole gang, so I just picked random members. 

Ruki: Oh well. I believe that our hypothesis is most likely accurate. Let us get this investigation started at once. 

Kou: Let’s see…Right now we’re on the rooftop, so the closest location would be the music classroom!

Kanato: Let’s go take a look right away.

Ayato: God…Look at them all excited now. Geez. I’m the one who brought this up in the first place, remember!? 

They head towards the music classroom. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Rattle* 

Ruki: …There’s nobody here. 

Shin: The mystery said something about a sudden laughing voice, right? 

Ayato: Yeah! If you want a little more information…

*Flip* 

Ayato: This rumor started just a few days ago. Apparently one of the students suddenly heard a male, laughing voice erupt out of nowhere in the middle of the night. 

Kou: A few days ago, huh…? 

Kanato: Anyway, Ayato, why did you take your research so seriously? Something smells fishy about this…

Ayato: Well, you knowーー

Ruki: If I had to guess…I’d say that you’re hooked on Friday’s late-night drama called ‘Vampire Detective’, aren’t you? 

Ayato: …!! How do you know!? 

Ruki: Last week’s episode happened to feature school mysteries as well, so I had a faint suspicion…but I guess I was right, huh? 

Kou: Heeh~ Now that’s unexpected. I didn’t know you watch TV dramas too, Ayato-kun! Actually, one of the younger guys at my agency actually plays the role of the protagonist in that show!

Ayato: …!! For real…!? 

Shuu: The way you got excited about that…It kind of makes me gag. 

Ayato: …W-What’s the problem!? Anyway, that doesn’t matter right now! Let’s investigate the case of the laughing voice at the music classroom!

Kanato: What exactly should we investigate then? 

Shin: Hmー Since they’re talking ‘music classroom’, the cliché would be something like the eyes of Beethoven’s portrait glowing or something, right? 

They walk around.

Kou: A laughing voice, huh? I’ve never heard anything like that. I actually use this classroom by myself quite often, you see. 

Ruki: By yourself? …Don’t tell me you also come here to skip classes? 

Kou: Of course not! …Actually, we ran into each other here once, didn’t we, Shuu-kun? 

Shuu: Now that you mention it, that did happen once…I came here to take a nap but I believe this guy…

Kou: I wanted to practice my lines! For my upcoming TV drama! This classroom is soundproof, which is perfect because it means I can speak as loud as I want while practicing. 

*Snap* 

Ayato: That’s it!

Kanato: Hm? What has gotten into you all of a sudden…? 

Ayato: You know, I solved the mystery!

Shin: Ah…? Don’t tell me…Somebody overheard Kou practicing his lines and that’s how the mystery was born? 

Shuu: Now that you mention that…You were practicing in the dark without putting the lights on, weren’t you? 

Kou: I only did that because I find it easier to keep my focus that way.

Ruki: In that case, I suppose it’s only natural one of the human students would get the wrong idea. 

Shuu: Good grief. What a troublemaker. 

Kou: Eeeh…!? So I’m to blame!? 

Kanato: I mean, you can’t deny that you did something misleading? 

Kou: Hmー I don’t quite agree but…Anyway, we solved one mystery so I guess that’s what matters. Let’s move onto the next one! The next!

Ayato: The closest place from here would be…

Ruki: The audio-visual room. Let’s go. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Rattle* 

Shin: Ugh…Coast is clear once again. Here we have to investigate some kind of cursed video tape, right? 

Ayato: Yeah! Apparently it can be found mixed in with the other tapes and if you accidentally watch it, you’ll get cursed! 

Ruki: Video tapes in this day and age? That’s rather old-fashioned. 

Kanato: So we’re supposed to find it on this shelf with tapes? 

Shuu: Haah…This is too much trouble. I’m going to take a nap over here. Wake me up once you find it, okay? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Ayato: Wha…!? Oi, you bastard! Don’t be sleepin’ on the job!

Shuu: …Zzー … Zzー …

Ayato: That was hella quick! …We’re not sharing any of the treasure with you, do you hear me!? 

Kou: …Oh!

Ruki: Hm? Kou, is something the matter? 

Kou: Mmh…There’s a single tape stashed in between two shelves over here. 

Kou tries to grab it. 

Kou: …Got it!

Kanato: Hmー There’s nothing written on the label. 

Ruki: Could this be the cursed tape? 

Kou: Eeeh…!? I just touched it!

*Thud*

Ayato: …Oh come on! You won’t get cursed just from touching it! If it’s broken now because you dropped it, we’ll never be able to solve the mystery!

Shuu: Nn…Shut up…

*Rustle* 

Shin: Hey, Shuu. Are you aware that your back’s covered in crumbs? 

Shuu: Hm…? 

*Rustle* 

Shuu: Whoever sat on this chair must have been snacking on something…

Kanato: *sniffs* It smells sweet…and lovely. …This is the scent of macarons! 

Kou: Wow, Kanato-kun, that’s one impressive sense of smell!

Kanato: Oh please, it was a piece of cake~

Ayato: Hm…

Shin: Ah? Ayato. Why are you suddenly all quiet? Did something click inside your head? 

Ayato: No but…The audio-visual room, a video tape and macarons…I kind of have a bad feeling about this. 

Kanato: What do you mean? 

Shuu: Ahー I get it now…

Kou: Hm? What’s this bad hunch you speak of? 

Ruki: Kou. I believe we should drop the topic now. …Oi, we solved the mystery now, correct? 

Ayato: Pretty much. I’m pretty sure ‘that guy’ is behind it. 

Shin: Ah…? Who is ‘that guy’ then? 

Kou: I have no clue! Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun by considering its case closed before even watching the tape? 

Kou plays the tape. 

Kou: There we go… ーー And play!

*Beep* 

Ruki: Oi, cut it out! Stop the video!

Kou: Eeh~? No way! It’s no fun when only you guys get what’s going on!

Kanato: Exactly! It frustrated me how you know something which I don’t!

Shin: What he said!

Ruki: Haah…Good grief. 

Ayato: Not my problem. 

Shuu: Don’t complain to us afterwards no matter what you end up seeing.

*TIMESKIP*

They are walking in the hallway. 

Shin: That truly was a cursed video…

Kou: My eyes…have been tainted. 

Kanato: Uuu…Hic…Uu…

Ruki: That’s why I tried to stop you. 

Ayato: How come you couldn’t figure out that Mr. Shitty Fedora was behind this one by putting audio-visual classroom, video tape and macarons together? It was clear as day!

Shin: How was I supposed to know!? …Or rather, you should have tried a little harder to stop us! …No, actually, you could have just straight-up told us that Sakamaki Laito had been watching some questionable video at school!

Ruki: Anyway, let’s forget about that video and get back to business. We need to investigate the next mystery. 

Shin: Wait, one second! Before we do that, let’s track back to what happened earlier one more time. I’m kind of starting to see a pattern here. Could it be that somebody we know is behind the next mystery as well? 

Ruki: Now that you mention it…Shin might be onto something here. 

*Flip* 

Ayato: That being said, the five mysteries left are the following: ‘grunts coming from the infirmary, blood stains found in the storage room, a stench in the backyard, the always-changing menu at the cafeteria and a ghost wandering around the underground library.’ 

Kou: This is just a hunch but could the foul odor in the backyard be… 

Ruki: Yuma is behind that one. 

Kanato: Would you care to explain? 

Ruki: He mentioned something about scattering compost over the vegetables in the school’s garden the other day. 

Shin: Compost…!? Haahー …I mean, I figured that might be the case, and I guess it actually is. 

Ayato: Then could the grunts coming from the infirmary and the blood stains in the storage also be…? 

Shuu: I had a nightmare while napping at the infirmary the other day. I might have grunted in my sleep as well. 

Ruki: As for the storage room…I’m sure that rings a bell for all of us, no? I can imagine quite a few of us have used that place to suck someone’s blood. 

Ayato: …! Now that you mention it, I bit Chichinashi there just the other day… 

Ruki: See? 

Kou: Eeeh~? Which leaves just two…? 

Shin: Now that I think about it, I remember spotting Reiji over at the underground library the other day. He seemed a little shaky on his legs, I also mistook him for a ghost for a second. 

Kanato: Reiji likes to lock himself up in the library for days on end every once in a while, mumbling to himself while researching god-knows-what. 

Ayato: Which means Reiji is the ‘ghost of the underground library’. 

Ruki: Good grief…Which means us Vampires are the ones behind most of the mysteries surrounding this academy. 

Shuu: I’m pretty sure the last one will be no exception either? Ridiculous…

Ayato: The final one left is the cafeteria’s menu which keeps on being rewritten. 

Kou: Rewritten, huh? …Does anyone have an idea who could be behind this one? 

The others start thinking. 

Kanato: …What do you even mean by ‘rewritten’? 

Ayato: Nah, I don’t know the details either, but from what I was told, somebody always changed the school’s staple dish of pork liver and chives stir-fry to a certain different menu. 

Shin: Pork liver and chives stir-fry, huh…?

Ruki: I can’t imagine there’s a Vampire behind this one. 

Kou: Hmー I’m pretty sure it’ll be closed at this hour but why don’t we go take a look at the cafeteria? 

Shuu: Yeah…That seems like the quickest way to deal with it. Let’s hurry up and get this investigation over with so we can get a hint on where the Old Man’s treasure is hidden. 

They leave for the cafeteria. 

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Nobody’s here. 

Ruki: The menu would be…That one written over there, right? 

They approach the wall which displays the menu. 

Ruki: ‘Special of the day: Pork liver and chives stir-fry.’ It’s still on here. 

Kou: Which means if we hide somewhere and wait, we might be able to witness the menu changing!? 

Shuu: Haah…What a drag. 

Kanato: However, it’s the only way to end this whole ordeal. 

Kou: Anyway, you mentioned it being changed to a ‘certain different menu’ earlier, didn’t you? What exactly is this other menu then? 

Ayato: How should I know!? 

Kou: Haah…!? 

Ayato: I didn’t look into that part. 

Ruki: Failing at the very last moment, huh? 

Ayato: Oh shut up! I ran out of time!

Shin: Guess we have no other choice then. Let’s hide in the shadows and see how things play out. 

Shin moves underneath one of the desks. 

Shin: From underneath this desk, you have a perfect view of the menu. 

The others join him. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Hm…

Ruki: Ugh…

Kanato: …It’s cramped underneath here…Also, I’m feeling a little peckish. 

Ruki: We’re Vampires. It’s all in your head. …Anyway, can’t you guys move a bit further to the back? 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Don’t push me…!

Shuu: Haah…

Shin: …!

Ayato: I can hear footsteps…

Kou: Who could it be at this hour of the day? 

Ruki: It must be the person changing the menu. 

Shin: Okay, then…

*Rustle* 

Shuu: Hm? What has gotten into you all of a sudden? 

Shin: I’m going to catch the culprit, duh? That’ll save us the most time!

Shin moves from underneath the desk. 

*Rustle* 

Shin: ーー Oi! Are you the bastard always changing the cafeteria’s most popular menu item!? Reveal yourself! …Hey, I’m talking to yoーー 

*Rustle* 

Shin: …Wait!? 

He blinks. 

Shin: Eh? ….Eeeeeeh…!? Don’t tell me…No way…W-Wait…!

Shuu: Hm? They seem to be arguing or something? 

Ayato: Shin seems to be losin’ it, but it’s too dark, I can’t see what’s going on. 

Ruki: Actually, even from the back that person seems oddly familiar…

Kou: Wait…Huh!? 

Kanato: Eeh!? 

Everyone: Carla…!? 

*BOOM*

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Ahー I’m a top idol, you know? 

Ruki: I guess a Demon was behind the last mystery after all…

Shuu: Haah…So, why has Carla been sneakily changing the school’s menu? 

Shin: Nii-san, you see…He hates liver and chives stir-fry. 

Kanato: …!! …Over such a stupid reason!? 

Ayato: Haah…Honestly, I should have looked up the dish it got changed to beforehand. 

Shin: Exactly. If only you had done that, we wouldn’t have ended up all battered and bruised like this. 

Kanato: Uu…Hic…He didn’t have to blow up the entire cafeteria just because we caught him red-handed, right? Uuー...

Ruki: Honestly, what a short-tempered man he is. 

Shuu: Anyway, this solved the mystery. Now where’s this hint to the Old Man’s treasure…? 

*Flap flap flap* 

Kou: Oh…? A Familiar!

*Thud* 

Kanato: …Hm? It dropped something. 

*Flip* 

Kanato: This is…A letter from Father, it seems. 

Ayato: Which means he’ll tell us where we can find his treasure!? 

Shuu: Oi, Kanato. Hurry up and open the letter and read it to us. 

Kanato: One second, please…

*Rustle* 

*Flip* 

Kanato: Let’s see… ‘One must pay for their own mistakes. Demon partners in crime, you who had the audacity to wreak havoc at the Academy, you should be ashamed…of yourself. …F-From…Karlheinz…’

Shuu: Hah…?

*Flip* 

Kou: Hm? Something fell on the ground…

Kou picks it up. 

Kou: Eh? Plane tickets…? 

Ruki: And the destination listed is…The North Pole? 

Shuu: …!!

Kou: Ahaha…Hahaha…As to be expected of that man, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a direct flight to the North Pole before. 

Shin: Good grief…In other words, the ‘secret treasure’ turned out to be a punishment from Karlheinz? Haah…

Shuu: Oi, Ayato! …How are you going to fix this? 

Ayato: Me? …Not my problem! Anyway! You guys said you were on board for it!

Kanato: Uu…Hic…I really don’t want this! The North Pole is out of the question!

Ruki: You may say that, but we can’t exactly oppose him, can we? 

Kou: Ahー God! This sucks~~~!! 

 ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) I had to change this part because I honestly have no idea what the mistake in Ayato’s writing could have been. Shin calls him out for having written ‘ふがっし’, but they never mention what it should have actually been and I don’t have a single clue. ^^;; It’s a running gag for Ayato to get the kanji of words wrong though, so I assume that’s where the problem lies. 

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A Chuisle Mo Chroi (Pulse of My Heart) | Ralvez

A Chuisle Mo Chroi (pronounced Mu Kooish-La Mu Kree) Irish term for Pulse of my Heart.

Summary - Spencer chronicles his unrequited love for his best friend in the form of letters to his mom. But when she meets the person Spencer has detailed to her, what happens when she inadvertently confesses her son's feelings for him?

A/N - Yes I mixed up the timeline. Just pretend the episode “300” happened after the episode “Luke”. Prison arc didn’t happen but Spencer’s mom was still moved to DC and Spencer still starts teaching. Also I don’t speak Irish. I googled terms of endearment from around the world and enjoyed this one the most. Thank you my darling @sassymoon for being my beta!

Anon request - Hi! Since you opened your requests I wanted to ask if you could write a sweet fluff fic/blurb for Spencer x Luke with them confessing their feelings and maybe having their first kiss? ❤️

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Category - fluff

CW - unrequited love, pinning Spencer, references to 1406 “Luke” and 1401 “300”, a single F-bomb, case related stuff, bisexual Spencer, first kiss.

WC - 5.4K

Spencer Reid loathed the term momma’s boy. Sure, he was close to his mom, when you grew up without a dad you clung to what you had left. Even if his mom didn’t recognise him half of the time, she was the only person in the whole world who understood him. When she was lucid at least.

Throughout high school all the much older kids had always referred to him as such due to the fact he spent so much time at home. What they didn’t know was that he spent all that time at home because he was looking after his mother. But he never told them as much, he’d rather them call him that than admit the truth to them. 

When he moved to Virginia to join the BAU he wrote her a letter every single day. He told her everything, all the ins and out of the team, vague case details without getting graphic. He documented his meals, what books he’d read and everything else he could jam onto the page. 

Over time life got in the way. His letters started becoming weekly, then monthly until the point when he’d forget the last time he’d put pen to paper and sent his mother one of the letters she loved so much. 

He had to make more of an effort. She adored his letters, it allowed her to feel like she was there with him, embarking on his adventures alongside him. Spencer often thought they might be her last tangible grip on reality. So regardless of how tired he was, how busy he was, he ensured he would try to sit down at least once a week and write his mother a letter. 

As of late his letters had revolved mostly around one topic, giving Spencer the opportunity to get his feelings out on paper so as to never have to admit them out loud. He was sure he’d written research papers shorter than the letters he was penning these days, and he was sure given his moms declining mental state she wasn’t reading them and if she was, she would surely not remember anything he had to say in those pages. 

It was cathartic, almost like keeping a journal. He found the words flowed so easily when he had that particular subject matter on his mind. 

We were on a case in New York this week, as usual I won’t go into detail. We caught the guy though, you’ll be pleased to know. 

On the second day we were in the police precinct in Central Park and we both went to reach for a case file at the same time. Their hand brushed against mine and I swear I heard fireworks going off somewhere. Which is absurd because it was the middle of the day and of course there weren’t fireworks going off. But it happens a lot. 

When they look at me I’m sure I can feel my IQ level drop in half. When they smile at me it’s like the whole world lights up. And those accidental touches make my heart race and make me feel giddy. 

I know I’ve spent a lot of time in these letters talking about them recently and I’m sorry if it’s boring you. But I think I’m falling in love, mom, and I don’t know who else to talk to about it. Scratch that, I am in love and that terrifies me because they don’t look at me that way. 

They’re one of my best friends, my teammate. I don’t even know if they like…it doesn’t matter. I just know I should not be feeling this way about them and I have to get these thoughts out of my head. I’m sure you’re not even reading these so you’ll never know anyway, but I feel lighter for having written it down. But just in case you do read these, I’m too scared to say their name. 

Most letters read in the same vein. Spencer’s unrequited love was clouding his brain, causing him to be slower at making deductions and he feared it would hinder his work. Writing down his inane thoughts helped. Even if no one was reading them. 

***

Hey mom, 

Me again. We got back from a case in Ohio yesterday and Rossi invited us all over his place. 

You know me, I’m not a big drinker, I had two glasses of wine but that was enough for me. Also I don’t trust myself around them when alcohol is involved, inebriation would loosen my tongue and I’m worried about what I might say. Those kinds of confessions are only for my letters. 

They had quite a bit to drink though, I was watching them. I’m always watching them, it’s like I can’t stop myself. But I swear every time I looked up at them, they were looking right back at me smiling. 

They even found me on the back patio while I was getting some air. 

“Hey Spence, what are you doing out here?” 

That’s what they said. There’s something about people calling me by nicknames that makes my heart soar. There’s no scientific data to back that up, love is all in the brain not the heart. It’s simply my brain releasing oxytocin and vasopressin, giving me a surge of positive emotions every time I see them. 

Or hear them call me Spence. 

“Just getting some air.” I told them, trying to ignore the way they were looking at me.

I don’t know how to describe it, it was like they were seeing me for the first time, really seeing me. It was as though the alcohol actually helped them see clearer, the way they looked at me, I just can’t describe it. But for a split second, I actually believed they might feel the same about me. Of course that was completely foolish of me to think but just for a moment I allowed myself to succumb to the fantasy. 

“I uh…I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

When they said that and stepped closer to me, I’m sure I saw a hint of nerves in their eyes and my breath caught in my throat. But then it got even stranger. 

“Oh, you’ve got something…let me.” 

Then they reached forward and brushed something off of my cheek. We’ve touched accidentally before but I think that might be the first time they’ve done it deliberately. I wish I could accurately describe to you the way their fingertips felt as they brushed against my skin but I’m not sure there are enough words in the English language. Or in any of the other languages I can speak. 

There is a saying I recently learnt which comes close. It’s an Irish term “a chuisle mo chroi” which essentially translates to “pulse of my heart.” That’s what they feel like. They are a part of what keeps me alive. It’s the only thing I know how to say in Irish, but it seemed fitting. 

Anyway, they never did get to tell me what it was they wanted to say because someone else joined us on the patio and soon we all called it a night. 

I’ll never forget the look in their eyes though. 

All my love,

Spencer

***

Hey mom,

Another letter for you. I realised recently I’ve spent so much time talking to you about a certain person and I don’t remember the last time I asked you how you were doing. I’m sorry for that. How are you? How is Bennington? I hope to get time to visit you soon. 

We had a pretty rough case recently, one that affected someone on the team personally. I won’t give you a prize for guessing who. 

I’ve never seen them like this before, I was genuinely scared they would do something to jeopardise their place on the team. They lost an old friend in the process and I’m scared it might tip them over the edge, that there may be no coming back from this for them. 

It’s not my job to comfort them though, as much as I wish it was. I’m sitting here at my desk after everyone else has left for the night writing this letter so I don’t go after them. Because they already have a person to be their shoulder to cry on, and it isn’t me. 

I think I’ve failed to tell you that before and maybe I just didn’t think it was necessary or maybe it was a deliberate choice, I’m not sure. They already have their own a chuisle mo chroi which makes my feelings even more redundant. 

Thus far I’ve done a really good job at not allowing myself to dwell on these feelings except for when I write you these letters. But lately they’ve started to consume me and I don’t know how to make it stop.

They are all I think about. When I’m at home alone, I imagine what they are doing and it makes me sad. They’re probably cooking dinner for their partner, maybe cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or maybe even in bed…I won’t finish that trail of thought. 

It hurts me to see them everyday and know they will never be mine. I value our friendship too much to risk losing it all over these feelings I have for them but I worry those feelings are slowly destroying my soul. They’re right there, right in front of me and I can’t have them. I never will. They will never be mine. 

I’m sorry about this. If you’re reading these I hope my words don’t make you worry. I’m fine, really, I’m just having a hard time right now. But I’ll be ok, I always bounce back don’t I? 

I love you mom, speak soon. 

Spencer 

***

Hey mom,

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, things got really crazy. I won’t go into detail because I don’t want you to worry about me but…

…you aren’t reading these letters, I know you’re not. So I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I go into detail. 

I was abducted. Kidnapped. We arrested a cult leader and failed to see that one of his disciples worked for the FBI. She took Garcia, and I tried to save her, because you taught me to be the kind of man that does that. But it resulted in her taking me too.

If you are, on the off chance, reading these, I need you to know I’m ok. I’ve got some bruises but I’m mostly ok. If it wasn’t for the team I might not have been, the cult wanted to make me their three hundredth victim. 

For as long as I live, I will never forget the way they looked at me after I was unstrapped and helped down the steps. They ran to me, panic written all over their face and if I didn’t know any better I might actually think they had tears in their eyes. 

“Oh my god, you’re ok.” 

They sounded as worried as they looked and then their hand was on the side of my face, gently stroking my bruised cheek. 

“I thought…I didn’t think…” 

It was as though they physically couldn’t get the words out. I was so hyped on the adrenaline of coming close to death that I didn’t realise it until later. 

“I’m ok. I’m ok.” I assured them although I’m not sure why I was doing the assuring. 

And then they flung their arms around my neck and pulled me so close, held me so tightly for a moment I couldn’t breathe. I was so close I could feel their erratic heartbeat and they buried their face into my neck and panted against my skin. 

For a second I was dumbfounded. I just stood there frozen. But eventually I wrapped my arms around their waist relished in the moment because I knew it wouldn’t last. And as expected, a few seconds later we were torn apart by someone calling our names. 

Is it wrong that I’d go through that whole ordeal again just to get them to hold me like that one more time? Is it so utterly absurd to say that almost dying was worth it because having them embrace me like that erased all of the fear?

I felt safe, mom. In their arms I felt safer than I’ve ever felt before. But it only hurt worse when they let go and pretended nothing had happened, following the rest of the team away. 

Unrequited love is the worst feeling in the whole world. You’d think I could handle it given everything I’ve been through. But honestly, I think it’s worse than anything any unsub has ever done to me. I really don’t know how more I can take, mom. 

I don’t know if I can keep working with them and being in love with them. 

Love always,

Spencer 

***

Hey mom, 

You’ll be pleased to know I’m feeling a little better since my last letter. It’s been a few months I know, and I know I promised I’d write every week and I’m sorry. 

I thought my writing down my feelings was helping but it started having the opposite effect. I decided to take a little time away from the BAU after everything that happened with the cult. I came to an agreement with the bureau to split my time between case hours and teaching classes at the university. I’m doing much better, my head is clearer and I’m not pining quite as much as I was the last time I wrote to you. 

It’s still hard sometimes but I’ve learnt to live with the fact the object of my desire will never love me back. We remain friends, best friends, but that’s all it will ever be. And I’m ok with that. It’s just how it was meant to be. 

I’ll come and visit you soon, I have more free time when I’m teaching. I’ll be sure to bring you some books and there’s a great little cafe I’ve discovered near the university that sells the best…

“Hey man, what are you doing?” 

A voice snapped Spencer away from his trail of thought and he lifted the pen from the paper and looked up to see Luke Alvez standing over his desk. 

“Oh, just writing to my mom.” He quickly scrambled to hide the letter from prying eyes even though most people struggled to read his chicken scratch, as Garcia dubbed it. 

“Isn’t she living in DC now? I thought you said-“

“Yeah she is.” Spencer cut him off, stuffing the paper in his satchel. “But I uh…I forget all the things I want to say to her when I visit so I like to write it down.” 

Luke was smiling at him, the kind of smile that Spencer often found himself lost in. The kind of smile he’d spent hours writing about in great detail to his mom. 

“I’d like to meet her.” He leant against Spencer’s desk, seemingly not in a hurry to go anywhere. 

“You would? Why?” Spencer frowned which made Luke chuckle. 

“You talk about her so much I already feel like I know her. It would be nice to meet the woman behind the genius.” 

Spencer didn’t think having his mom meet Luke was a good idea. Although even if she read his letters and remembered them, he’d never specified who he was talking about. But his mom knew him so well, surely if she saw the two of them together she’d be able to tell exactly how Spencer felt about Luke. Spencer wasn’t known for his subtlety. And even in her less lucid moments, Diana Reid was extremely astute. 

But nonetheless Spencer found himself nodding. 

“Uh…ok. Sure. I guess that wouldn’t be a problem.” He frowned a little. “I’m going to see her this weekend if we don’t get pulled away somewhere.” 

“I’m in.” Luke beamed brighter than Spencer had ever seen. 

“You uh…you don’t have plans with Lisa?” 

Luke chuckled, leaning forward and patting Spencer’s shoulder. 

“I know you’re not here all the time, Doc, but have you been living under a rock? Lisa and I split up months ago.” 

Spencer hated the way his heart seemed to do somersaults in his chest at this. How had he missed that? Had he been so consumed in the overwhelming unrequited love he was feeling that he’d completely missed what was going on around him? 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Spencer hoped his voice didn’t give away how unsorry he was. 

“It’s ok, these things happen. She wasn’t a, uh, good fit for me.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke but Spencer didn’t know why. He chose to ignore it. “You heading out?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Spencer nodded, grabbing up his things and shutting off his computer before following Luke over to the elevators. 

And he only had a handful of heart palpitations in the process.

***

The weekend rolled around without a case and as promised, Luke accompanied Spencer to visit his mom. 

Spencer made a point of not hanging out with Luke outside of work, not unless the rest of the team were involved anyway. Over the years Luke had asked Spencer to grab a beer with him on multiple occasions but Spencer always made up an excuse as to why he couldn’t go. 

He knew it was only due to the fact that he was the only other guy on the team around the same age as Luke. Although that did offer up some confusion as to why he still asked even after Simmons joined the team. Maybe because Matt was married with kids, Spencer didn’t have anyone to go home to, much like Luke, until he’d met Lisa anyway. And once he met her, the invitations stopped coming. 

Luke picked Spencer up at ten am on the dot, just like they’d planned, he even brought Spencer coffee from his favourite coffee shop down the street with the perfect amount of sugar. If he wasn’t already smitten with this man, he would have been now. 

Luke drove and they listened to the radio as they travelled to Diana’s facility, giving Spencer something to focus on that wasn’t the close proximity to Luke he found himself in. They made idle chit chat, it wasn’t lost on Luke how Spencer wouldn’t look at him. 

When they pulled up in the parking lot of Diana’s facility, Luke cut the engine and turned to face the younger man. 

“Does this make you uncomfortable? If you don’t want me to meet her I can just wait in the car.” Luke questioned him. 

“No, no I can’t ask you to do that after you’ve driven me out here.” Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice to actually spend some time with you outside of work.” Luke felt his cheeks burning as he spoke. 

Spencer frowned, noticing the way Luke reddened although he wasn’t sure why. 

“I’m just worried what state she might be in. I don’t want you to meet her if she’s erratic. And as of late she’s been like that quite a lot. She barely even knows who I am half of the time.” Spencer changed the subject. 

“How about I come in with you and I’ll hang back while you see how she is. If she’s not in a good state I’ll wait in the car.” Luke’s blush faded and he smiled at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I guess that works.” He nodded, quickly getting out of his seatbelt and exiting the car. 

Luke followed him across the parking lot and up the front steps of the building. He noticed the way Spencer clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides as he walked and it only then occurred to him what this must be like for him. It must take its toll, never knowing what state he would find his mother in, never knowing if his own mom would recognise him until it was too late. 

Luke prayed in his head that today his mother would know who he was. He didn’t want Spencer to suffer that embarrassment with him here to witness it. 

Spencer went on ahead into the day room while Luke hung back. He’d never been overly religious, not the way his parents were anyway, but what took place next might just make a believer out of him after all. 

He watched Spencer tentatively approach the woman Luke recognised from the photograph on his desk. She was in an armchair in the window, her head in a book so much like her son. She looked up when she heard movement, looking up at the man standing before her. A few seconds passed before she suddenly leapt to her feet, throwing her arms around Spencer.

“Spencer!” Luke heard her call. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” 

The size of the smile that broke out in Luke’s face could only be beaten by Spencer’s own. Spencer hugged his mother back while Luke watched, his heart feeling like it was floating out of his body. When the hug ended, Spencer turned to Luke with a smile and motioned him over. 

“Mom, this is my friend Luke. Luke Alvez. We work together at the BAU.” Spencer tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible as he introduced Luke. 

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs Reid, I’ve heard so many things about you.” Luke held out his hand which Diana shook. 

“Luke…” she mused as the three of them took a seat. “I’m sure Spencer has told me about you but the name doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“Sure it does mom, I’ve told you about the whole team.” Spencer hated using his mothers memory loss to his advantage because she was right, he’d never mentioned Luke, not by name anyway. 

“Well if you say you have, you must have.” She gave Spencer a look that told him she didn’t believe him. 

“How are you finding it here in DC?” Luke spoke, sensing a strange tension between mother and son and trying to ease it. 

“Oh you know, dear, a nuthouse is a nuthouse, no matter the city.”

“They prefer the term psychiatric facility, mom.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

A nurse came over and offered them drinks. Diana opted for chamomile tea, they didn’t encourage coffee drinking for the residents, while Spencer and Luke both took the caffeine route. Once the three of them were alone, Spencer spoke again. 

“This is the best I’ve seen you in a long time. You seem…clear.” He said for lack of a better word.

“I feel clear.” Diana nodded with a soft smile that Luke thought was the spitting image of her sons. “The doctors say it won’t last but it’s a nice reprieve.” 

“I can only imagine.” Spencer sniffed a little and Luke couldn’t help but reach out and place his hand on his arm. 

Spencer turned to look at him, unshed tears behind his eyes. Diana looked between them, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she watched the way her son and Luke looked at each other. 

“Friends you say?” Diana spoke up, causing Luke to quickly pull his hand away. 

“Yes.” Spencer nodded, swallowing thickly. Really good friends.”

“Some might even say best friends.” Diana shook her head in amusement. “Sorry my memory is not what it used to be. So you met at work?”

“Yeah, I’ve been at the BAU for almost three years now.” Luke answered. 

“What did you do before?” 

“Mom, it’s not the Spanish Inquisition.” Spencer scolded her. 

“It’s ok.” Luke laughed with a shake of his head. “Before the BAU I worked for the Fugitive Task Force, man hunting I suppose. And before that I was in the military, the 75th Rangers.”

“You served overseas?” 

“Yeah, I did a tour in Iraq and a couple in Afghanistan.” 

“Your father was a soldier.” Diana didn’t ask, she stated. She always had been good at reading people. 

“He was, yes.” Luke smiled, so many things about Spencer making so much sense now he’d met his mother. 

“Ok, can we stop grilling my friend now?” Spencer interjected. 

“It’s not grilling, Crash, it’s getting to know him. He’s clearly important to you.” Diana spoke like she was speaking to a small child. 

Spencer couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks and he tried to hide it from Luke and looked down at his lap. 

“Yeah he’s important to me, he’s my friend.” He emphasised the last word. 

“Do you know you’re the first “friend” Spencer has ever brought to meet me?” She used air quotes around the word friend and Spencer wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Mom!” He cried in exasperation. 

“What? It’s true.” She shrugged, not perturbed by Spencer’s tone. 

Thankfully their drinks were brought over and Spencer managed to direct the conversation onto literature and what she’d been reading lately. 

Luke took a backseat just content to listen. Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with him anymore and Luke didn’t know why. He thought he was missing something but he just couldn’t pinpoint what. 

**

After a few hours of conversation with Diana she started to get tired and the boys decided to let her rest. Spencer excused himself to use the bathroom before the drive back into the city. 

Once they were alone together, Diana’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Luke. 

“So you must be the one.” She clapped her hands together in excitement. 

“The one?” Luke’s brows knitted together. 

“The one in Spencer’s letters!” She looked so pleased, not deterred by Luke’s obvious confusion. “Oh I must have hundreds of them detailing this mystery person. But it has to be you. You’re the best friend my son is in love with.” 

Luke felt his breath hitch in his throat as he stared at the older woman in shock. The combination of the schizophrenia and altzeimers often made her confused, that’s all this was. Luke just had to be delicate in how he approached this, not wanting to call her crazy to her face. 

“Uh…I don’t think so.” He tried to laugh it off. “Maybe you’re mistaken?”

“Oh no, Spencer is very clear in his letters about being in love with his best friend. A member of the team.” She leant forward, her elbows on her knees. 

“Uh…he might be talking about JJ. Definitely not me.” Luke shook his head. 

“My son is incredibly smart.”

“He is.” Luke agreed. 

“If he were talking about a woman he would have said she. But in every single letter he used gender neutral pronouns. He wouldn’t do that unless…” she trailed off, eyes sparkling at Luke. 

“Spencer isn’t…I uh, I don’t think that he’s…” he scratched the back of his neck. 

“Don’t worry, dear. He never came out to me either. But a mother always knows.” She tapped the side of her nose. 

Before Luke could reply, not that he knew how to reply, Spencer returned, offering Luke a smile. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Luke nodded, pushing himself to his feet. “It was nice to meet you Mrs Reid.” 

“Oh please,” she smirked, standing and pulling Luke into a tight embrace. “Call me Diana.” 

Spencer hugged his mom goodbye and soon the two were leaving again. They made it out to the front of the building and as Spencer was heading towards the parking lot, Luke’s voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Your mom told me about your letters.” 

Spencer’s back straightened and he took a breath before he slowly turned back to face Luke. 

“Letters?” He tried to buy himself some time. 

“Yeah.” Luke took a few steps closer to him. “The ones where you told her about your best friend who you're in love with.” 

“Ah.” Spencer sighed. “Those letters.” 

“I tried to tell her it was probably just JJ.” Luke looked suddenly serious, his jaw set. 

“Uh yeah.” Spencer nodded. “You got me. I’m in love with JJ. Really awkward, please don’t tell anyone.” 

Spencer turned to leave again but then Luke’s hand was circling his wrist, keeping him in place. 

“You didn’t use gender specific pronouns.” 

“So?” 

“So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Spencer shook his head. It was no wonder Luke was so good at getting criminals to confess to their crimes because he was making Spencer want to confess too. 

“Yeah, you do.” Luke shrugged. “You never told me you were gay.” 

“I…I’m…not?” Spencer sighed, scrunching his nose. “Bisexual maybe? I don’t really know what I’d call it, which I guess is why I’ve never told anyone.” 

“So you’re in love with a guy, who is your best friend and that you work with?” Luke clarified. 

“It would seem so.” Spencer felt his heart start to race. “And I inadvertently outed myself to my mother and then to you. So it’s a good day to be me.” 

“I mean that only leaves three people.” Luke’s brow furrowed. “You’re not that close to Matt, and I would think Rossi was too old for you.” 

“Would you believe me at all if I said it was Anderson?” 

“Your mom didn’t know my name.” Luke seemed to ignore him, stepping even closer to him. “Your mom didn’t know my name because you never mentioned it did you? You spoke about me but never said my name.” 

“Fuck,” Spencer hung his head. “Fine, the secrets out, ok? God I didn’t even think she was reading those letters!”

Luke swallowed and raised his hand to cup Spencer’s jaw, lifting his face so he would look at him. 

“What are you trying to say, Spence?” 

Spencer tried to ignore the way his heart did a cartwheel at the way Luke was touching him and the use of his nickname. 

“Please just keep in mind that I don’t want to lose you ok? You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want things to be weird between us.” Tears swam in his eyes. 

“Just say it.” Luke croaked. 

“I…goddamnit,” his first tear fell. “I’m in love with you, Luke. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” Luke kept his hand on Spencer’s face. 

“Because I just ruined our friendship, right?” 

Luke surprised him when he laughed, moving even closer still to him. 

“You know you aren’t the only one who talks to their mom about their secret crush?” Luke chuckled with a shake of his head. “Only I’m not shy in mentioning his name.” 

“You…I…I don’t understand.” Spencer mumbled. 

“Yes you do.” Luke laughed again. “You’re a genius right?” 

“Quantifiably.” 

“Well then, what are the facts telling you, Spence? All those times I asked you out for drinks, the way I can’t keep my eyes off of you when you’re in a room. The way I can’t stop looking at your lips right now…” Luke inhaled sharply. “What do those things tell you?” 

“I…I have a theory.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Hmm.” Spencer nodded. 

“Wanna test it out?” 

“Most definitely.” 

Luke chuckled again before closing the small space between them, and still keeping his hand cupped around Spencer’s jaw, he kissed him. 

Spencer whimpered against Luke’s lips, his knees buckling beneath him. The kiss was gentle but filled with so much longing it almost took Spencer’s breath away. 

It was only brief and when Luke pulled away he was smiling at Spencer from ear to ear. 

“I love you too, by the way.” He shrugged. 

Spencer made another whimpering sound and couldn’t help himself but lean in and kiss Luke again, slightly deeper this time. Luke wrapped him in his arms and held him close. 

“A chuisle mo chroi.” Spencer mumbled against his lips. 

“What is that?” Luke replied. 

“It’s Irish. Don’t worry about it.” 

Luke chuckled, kissing him again before leaning his forehead against Spencer’s. 

“Mi vida.” Luke whispered, stroking back Spencer’s messy hair. 

“I speak Spanish, you know? Mi vida means my life, romantically speaking.” 

“Of course you do.” Luke’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

Spencer let out a small sigh, running his fingers up Luke’s strong bicep, over his shoulder blade and over the base of his neck. 

“A chuisle mo chroi. The pulse of my heart.” He confessed, causing Luke to kiss him once more, so passionately Spencer felt as though he was floating. 

From the window, Diana smiled to herself as she watched the two men on the sidewalk, her heart soaring for her son. She continued to watch for a moment or two, a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloping her as she leant against the window frame and whispered to herself, “A mother always knows.” 

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[angelic-brutality]

heyoooo ;-)

it's been a time i don't write anything, but i hope you like this thing!

i decided to make a "hanma / mitsuya / draken (separated) x nerd partner" bc- yes :>

some warnings: i'm brazilian, so there's probably some grammar error here. the characters might me ooc. i didn't used any pronouns here, so neutral reader.

here we go! hope you like this shitty thing <3

hanma

wouldn’t get why you’re ‘always’ studying

“why are you still studying? gosh, have you ever had fun in life?”

he would 100% hang out with you a lot, and whenever you laughed too much he would say “see? you don't have to study when you have me!”

this guy probably never frequented school, so he’ll probably never understand the things “you-study-but-won’t-use-in-your-life”

he’ll help when you need to research a lot of things tho, like when you have an assignment and don’t know the whole subject

there’s a research that says you learn 90% faster when you teach others, and if you go by that method, he’d be a volunteer to help you

“ok so i guess i explained all the important topics” you said after talking about the subject “wow, that was a lot” hanma replied, sighing “you didn’t understand nothing, right?” “you’re totally right.”

when he wants to hang out but you’re studying he’d turn on a random music and sing it really badly until you stop wherever you’re doing to look at him

and threats won’t work, he’ll stop doing that just when you stop studying so much

when you get a bad grade he’d react like “it was not that bad, you’re overreacting a bit. chill.” even if you’re having a breakdown for it. change my mind.

although he would try to cheer you up by distracting you

like going on a place you like and/or doing anything (or almost anything) you want

when you get a good grade on a test you were worried about and he notices how happy you get, he’d laugh and say “i don’t know why you’re so happy, it is impossible to get a bad grade with the amount of time you spend studying!”

mitsuya

you two would have study dates. often at a random cafeteria. change my mind.

he’d be the kind of person that would explain the same thing 10 times if you don’t understand it

sometimes you two would just sit on the floor of your/his bedroom while you do your homework and he sews something while talking about your/his day

when mana and luna get older and start seeing basic math problems on school, they would ask you to help them

and it would be cute as fuck

but also funny because of the faces they make when they understand everything

i feel like whenever you’re studying and he’s with you, he’d suddenly just start staring at you

“uhm why are you staring at me?” “beautiful things are made to be admired”

everyone needs a mitsuya in their life.

and whenever you compliment him, he’d get really flushed, like REALLY flushed

and if you’re the kind of person that like horrible pick up lines, don’t worry, he’ll laugh at all of them, even the ones that you need to know basic math/chemistry to understand

and sometimes he’d try those on you, you two would laugh A LOT

when you get a bad grade, at first he won’t say anything. he'll just hug you and even let you cry if you want. when you’re better, he’ll start to try to help you verbally

and it doesn’t matter if you pass 20 minutes venting, he’ll listen to it

and when you get really happy bc of a good grade, he would praise you a lot and just laugh when you have a ‘weird’ reaction (like start jumping bc of enthusiasm)

and even join you in those weird reactions

draken

i like to that if draken had a nerdy lover, they’d first met because of school

like you two got in the same group in an assignment or he just randomly sits beside you and starts to chat in a boring class

sometimes, he goes to school only to see you

and if you’re the type who likes to ramble about your day or a very specific topic, he’d listen to it 24/7

he just loves being with you, even if it’s just hearing you talk A LOT about said subject

ken would ask you to help him with some important tests if he decided to do them for a random reason

or just ask you to help him cheat in the middle of the test, that would be easier anyways

and if you two decided to have a study date, it would start with both of you focused on the subject and saying only important things, but it would end with you two talking about something really far from anything related to it

if you’re into rpg, i think he’d ask you to teach him how to play it, and believe my words, it would be fun as fuck

when you get a bad grade, i think he’d be a little like mitsuya

would ask “is there any way i can help?” and would do whatever you say that will make you feel better

and would let you cry, vent, sob and everything without saying a word if you need it to relieve the stress

when you get a good grade, he’d congrat you many many times 

and would even buy something for you

it’d be something you like, maybe a bouquet, a stuffed animal, jewelry, anything that you want that he can buy

i just love this man so much <3 he deserves the word <33

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[lolliepopcrusader]

Sea monkeys – a great pet for the CFS person!

Having CFS is exhausting (pun intended), and it takes a lot away from you in life. I really noticed it in the pet department. I couldn’t play as long with my cats, and their general upkeep became more of a challenge to me. Thankfully I have my husband who has stepped in and can assist me in keeping the cats happy and healthy. Having a dog is unfortunately out of the question, there’s no way I’d be able to keep up with one and give it a good quality of life.  

For years, even before CFS made itself properly at home, I had begged my husband to let me have Sea Monkeys as pets, but he’d always said no, or “not right now”. And being the good wife that I am (lol) I would leave the topic alone until I would find a way to slip it into conversation the following year. 

I’m now housebound with CFS and having mysterious joint pains, preventing me from moving as freely as CFS allows us to. Keeping myself entertained when I couldn’t do anything became the bane of my existence. To sum it up in three words; I. Was. Bored. And you know what annual topic finally rolled around? You guessed it, “can I have Sea Monkeys as pets?” 

To my absolute surprise, my husband said yes; but with a few conditions; 

We had to get them a proper little tank, not those gimmicky ones they’re typically sold in. 

We had to have the tank completely set up before putting the Sea Monkeys into it. 

My husband would buy me the tank and the tank accessories, but I needed to buy things like the gravel, decorations, food, the Sea Monkeys etc. 

I needed to research how to properly care for them before starting the hatching process, since it was my first-time having Sea Monkeys. 

Obviously, I agreed to all the conditions (while my husband doesn’t like Sea Monkeys, he does care for their wellbeing, as with every animal), so down the research rabbit hole I went. I clicked on every website with the mention of Sea Monkeys, learnt the water pH they like, what they eat, their lifecycle, everything – you name it, I did my darndest to research it. I even came across a subreddit dedicated to Sea Monkeys and instantly hit that subscribe button. 

We ended up buying a cute little 500ml fish tank on Aliexpress, which is plenty of space for the little guys. The water circulator that came with the tank is too strong for the Sea Monkeys, so we don’t use it, but the tank itself is perfect. 

Other accessories that we purchased were; 

A tiny bit of driftwood for decoration. 

An air pump. 

Java moss and a Java fern plants from the local aquarium store. 

Some very fine gravel substrate. 

And finally, the Sea Monkey (brine shrimp) eggs themselves. 

All up we spent around 100 NZD. My husband helped me set up the tank the way I wanted it to look and helped me mix the correct ratio of salt into the water for the Sea Monkeys. I’ll gloss over the nitty gritty of setting up the tank for now, but if you’re interested, I’ll put all the details at the bottom of this post! 

For days after adding the eggs, I found myself staring into the tank, eagerly awaiting some confirmation that they’d hatched. It wasn’t until about 1-2 weeks later that I managed to properly glimpse my first Sea Monkey! I ended up buying a magnifying glass to see the little dudes because as babies they’re so dang tiny! 

The pros of having Sea Monkeys as pets is they’re hardy little guys and can tolerate a lot. They’re cruisy when it comes to their tank so that’s a bonus! On average, they should be fed at least once every 10 days, but I just feed them when their water becomes clear as then I know they’ve eaten their food. 

I love sitting at my desk and watching them swim around their tank living their little lives. I probably spend a couple of hours a day doing this. It's been a real boredom buster for me! I never thought they would have their own personalities, but early in the Sea Monkey journey I discovered that they formed two cliques. There were two well defined groups, the bigger ones occupied the left-hand side of the tank, whereas the smaller ones made the right side their homebase. As they grew bigger, they joined the lefties, and eventually they merged into one big group once they were all a decent size – how high schoolish of them! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I messaged a close friend of mine who is raising Sea Monkeys of his own and he confirmed that they do indeed form cliques. 

I’ve noticed that my mental health has gotten a bit better since having the Sea Monkeys to look at. I believe it's because I find them so relaxing to watch and I can focus my attention on them rather than wallowing in my own self-pity at my CFS circumstances (yay, pity party!) My husband doesn’t enjoy Sea Monkeys like I do (too many legs apparently) but when he comes home from university, he’ll happily listen to me talk about what my Sea Monkeys got up to during the day because he knows how happy they make me feel and how they’ve filled a void in my life. I love my little dudes so much; Sea Monkeys make great pets for a CFS person like me! 

The nitty gritty of setting up the tank; 

Sea Monkeys (a hybrid of brine shrimp) love a high salinity environment so a pH of 7.5-8 is needed for them to hatch. We mixed pure sea salt with distilled water to get the right ratio, however if you can get your hands on aquarium salt, that’s a better option. Aquarium salt has minerals in it that your environment would benefit from, especially if you are having plants in your tank.   

The plants we used are called Java moss and Java fern. These are the only aquatic plants (in New Zealand) that I could purchase that would be able to survive such a high salinity environment.   

The Sea Monkey subreddit recommends using fine gravel as your substrate instead of the usual tank pebbles because Sea Monkeys are stupid and will get themselves trapped in the pebbles and die.   

They need highly oxygenated tank water so getting an air pump with an air stone is a must! HOWEVER. You need to make sure that the pump isn’t too strong that it blows the Sea Monkeys away, it just needs to be a light trickle of air bubbles.   

In the wild, Sea Monkeys eat algae and yeast. I feed my Sea Monkeys spirulina powder mixed with distilled water to make a tincture. I use a 1ml syringe to drop it into their tank.   

Those simple little dudes are attracted to light. Need to clean an area of their tank? Shine a light on the opposite side and within 5 minutes they’re over there trying to get to the light.   

DONT stick their tank in direct sunlight! The heat of the sunlight will change their water temp and kill them. In the mornings, I slide their tank into the indirect light on my desk and they love it! But I only do it when I’m around them so that I can keep an eye on them. I give them about 30 minutes of time in the light daily.   

Over time their water will evaporate. Top it up in small increments with distilled water. Do not add additional salt to the water as even though the water evaporates, the salt is still in the tank! As the water evaporates, the salt concentration increases. Adding more distilled water reduces the salt concentration of the water back to the original salinity that you started with. If a lot of water has evaporated, don’t add lots of water to bring the tank to full right away because the sudden change in salinity can shock the Sea Monkeys and kill them. 

#me cfs #chronic fatigue #chronic illness #chronically ill #myalgic encephalomyelitis #spoonie #chronic fatigue syndrome #chronic pain #sea monkeys #brine shrimp #hobbies #disability #disabilties

[hollyleavees]

Something I’m super excited to see be elaborated on in the DLC are all those loose ends left in the Scarlet/Violet book, and I’ve had an insane number of ideas pinging around my skull like a game of pong trying to piece everything together so please bear with me for a sec.

The most interesting page in the Scarlet/Violet book for me is the “Phantom Memory” excerpt, where Heath writes this:

I can’t really decipher anything from the sketches, but from what I can guess, I’d say that the diagram in the top left is either a detailed reconstruction of the third legendary’s hexagonal shell plates or a possible inspiration for Sada and Turo’s Tera Orbs.

But onto the most interesting part of this page: Heath’s conversation with an unknown second party in a location he claimed resembled “a dream”. Whoever he spoke with, they made absolutely sure that he left with the information on that page, whatever it may be, even going as far as to—assumedly—borrow his body and write it down for him.

This page isn’t the only one to mention Heath’s separation from the research team, though:

“A Disk Pokèmon?: While separated from the research team in the crater’s depths, I found a strange…entity. Whether it was a Pokèmon, or even alive at all, I know not. It bore a shell with layers of overlapping hexagons, and gleamed brighter still than gemstone. Viewed as a whole, it resembled a mysterious, brilliant disk.”

Heath mentions that the entity he encountered prior to falling unconscious doesn’t appear to be alive, and this distinction leads me to think that this creature—most likely the third legendary—is who he spoke with during his out-of-body experience. And like I mentioned earlier, for some reason this entity wanted him to leave Area Zero with information relating to the terastallization phenomenon, which is directly tied to energy being exuded by the crystals in the Great Crater of Paldea. Similar to how Eternatus discharged Galar particles that could be used for Dynamaxing, this third legendary is the root of this energy. Which leads me into my next thought:

The “This energy can alter the function of living things…” part in particular is what caught my eye. This energy affects organic life as a whole, not just Pokèmon, who terastallize; so then what effects do humans experience under these same circumstances? Does it relate back to Heath’s loss of memory/consciousness and him suddenly having that unexplained page of information?

I think it does, because Heath isn’t the only person who may have inexplicably garnered knowledge due to the crystals:

I originally interpreted this piece of dialogue as “Humans don’t have the technology or energy necessary to accommodate such a technological leap quite yet”, but the AI’s use of “knowledge” implies its a lack of intelligence that’s the problem. Therefore, it’s suggested that after being exposed to the crystals, Sada and Turo suddenly had the intellect required to craft the most advanced AI ever produced. I wonder if they experienced something similar to Heath and spoke with the same unfamiliar entity that he did. In the first research lab base, you can find the first of the professor’s journals in which they actually refer to the entity by name; it’s scrubbed out, though.

The history classes also have some tid-bits that may relate back to this topic too. Raifort mentions in one of her lectures that after researchers discovered terstallized Pokèmon in Area Zero, they tried to bring them to the surface; once they brought them all the way back up, though, the crystal had vanished. So terastallizing was only possible down in Area Zero, where the energy was concentrated and easily accessible. That was 87 years ago; now in the present day, not only can terastallized Pokèmon be found wandering Paldea, but whole swathes of crystals are forming above ground due to energy leaks from Area Zero. I don’t think it’s ever stated when terastallizing began to occur outside of the crater, but I’m curious if Sada and Turo’s invention of the Tera Orbs—or the construction of the time machine—may be connected.

And that’s not all; the crystals’ relation to time travel is also significant, as alluded by Arven’s dialogue in the post-game, when he’s going through his parent’s research articles in the academy lobby (I don’t have screenshots, unfortunately). Somehow, prior to and independent of the time machine, Paradox Pokèmon have been appearing in Area Zero and Area Zero only. Additionally, the AI brings up that the Great Crater is shrouded by a barrier of some kind, a barrier that a few Paradox Pokèmon have managed to breach, such as Great Tusks and Iron Treads. I assume the Disk Pokèmon is able to traverse time to some degree, whether it be seeing through the past and future or—like a time-related version of Hoopa—dragging specimens through time to the present.

Finally, all of this culminates into this question: for what reason would the third legendary need to impart knowledge about it’s own power to humanity’s brightest? I think it ties back to another page in the Scarlet/Violet Book:

These metal plates are scattered throughout Area Zero, and they keep reminding me of the stakes trapping the Paldean Treasure legendaries up on the surface. They can’t be destroyed easily, and the metal that they’re made out of wasn’t able to be identified by Heath and his team.

So, my theory is this: the Disk Pokèmon, for whatever reason (possible ecological collapse?), was confined to the deepest part of Area Zero. The metal plates dispersed around the site conduct the unseen barrier surrounding the Great Crater, and its this barrier that keeps the entity imprisoned; chances are, the legendary’s own power was harnessed against it and used as a source to fuel the barrier. However, Paradox Pokèmon—some of them, at least—are able to circumvent it and break through, and as the AI states, if enough Pokèmon do, the barrier will shatter. The Disk Pokèmon was likely weakened by the plates, though; it’s only able to bring so many Paradox Pokèmon into Area Zero at a time. In order to escape, it’ll need outside help, and through it’s gift of foresight it knows that a human—one blinded by a dream of paradise—will be key to destroying the barrier surrounding the crater. All it needs to do is pull some strings: give Heath the necessary information about the crystals to publish in his Scarlet/Violet Book, thus introducing the means by which the time machine + Tera Orbs can be built and stoking the professor’s interest in the crater; “introduce itself” once the professor is down in Area Zero to start research for the Tera Orb project, allowing them to further understand where this energy originates; and offer its insight to the professor after their team and research/romantic partner leaves them on their own to build the time machine—it too dreams of paradise, a paradise where it can be free, and so its willing to offer knowledge in exchange for their dream to come true. Through the Tera Orbs and the construction of the time machine, energy is being expelled from Area Zero, which then means the plates have less to power the barrier. And with each Paradox Pokèmon that is brought to the present through the time machine, the barrier is able to keep less and less from slipping through. With a brittle barrier and an influx of Paradox Pokèmon, the Disk Pokèmon is set to escape…until you shut down the Paradise Protection Protocol, and it’s seemingly game over. But with control over time and abstract communication, the legendary isn’t short of options: maybe it would pull the deceased professor into the present from the past to finish what they started? Maybe it would try to communicate with the other parent and research partner, the one that left? Or, maybe it tries to reach out to you, the player, and tricks you into releasing it? In short, I need more of that “human + legendary Pokèmon cooperate for a common interest” villain dynamic.

Is it way too plot-heavy and definitely farfetched for a DLC? Oh definitely, but the idea of an immaterial legendary Pokèmon taking advantage of humanity’s thirst for knowledge in order to free itself or achieve some other motive sounds sick and now I’m obsessed with it.

#i can only hope that any of this makes sense lmao #there’s probably other details and stuff that i’ve missed (like the paradox suicune and virizion) but my brain is FRIED #feel free to add on i am starving for other people’s thoughts on this kind of stuff #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #sv spoilers #pokemon spoilers #professor turo #professor sada #catch me running back to delete this post once the dlc comes out so i don’t look like a dumbass #i’m writing this on mobile and the read more automatically adds on to long posts #if it doesn’t please let me know; you guys shouldn’t have to scroll through this monster ahsjsjf

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄYou Get Meꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Reader Until The Others Turn Yandere Au

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

You Get Me

“Shit, shit, shit!” Y/n paces back and forth in her basement, her hands rubbing her arms viciously as she bites her lip.

“What do I do now?” She hisses, tears of frustration almost falling as she stares at the unconscious men with their arms and legs bound by rope, leaning against the wall. Her hands move to the back of her neck, sweat running down her skin as she hyperventilates. She whines as she crouches and bends over, covering her face before hitting her head as she curses herself.

“Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She growls. “They’re either gonna kill you or you’re going to jail you dumbass!”

She just couldn’t take it any longer. When she first set eyes on each of them, she couldn’t help but fall in love. She knew, since the beginning as she stalked them and observed everything about them, that they belonged together. So that’s why it really hurt when she got rejected by each of them for not being their type, seemingly the reasons not being physical but more so they thought she was boring, some saying it nicer than others.

She even followed them to their favorite spots a few times to show that she could have a good time as well though none of them seemed to notice her. It became so frustrating. So excruciatingly painful that they just couldn’t see her the way she wanted them to. It was even more terrible when she watched their hookups and the romantic partners they went through, even going as far as vomiting when she saw the sex. It’s as if they were mocking her, shoving it in her face even though she was the one invading their privacy.

“I’m so stupid.” She groans as she sits in a chair at an old desk, her fingers holding her forehead up as she closes her eyes and rubs her temples.

“What the hell is this?” The sound of Mikey’s voice waking up caused her to look up at all of them. She could only stare in awe as they all came to the surface, eyes slowly opening as they took in their surroundings.

“You again.” Sanzu says as they make eye contact.

“U-uh yeah, haha me again. So, I know this is a little unexpected for you guys, and trust me it really wasn’t planned, but…!”

“So, you did this on a whim?” Kazutora questions.

“Not necessarily, but…”

“Someone can’t handle rejection.” Ran eyes her with the same bored expression he used when he rejected her.

“How pathetic.” Rin says with the same expression. Her eyebrows furrowed, everyone looking over when her fist hit the table, dust flying everywhere.

“Shut the fuck…! Okay, look. I know that this is bad, okay. I just… I…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do, Y/n.” Sanzu rolls his eyes.

“That’s what it looks like. Maybe you should’ve planned better.” Rin replies.

“Come on guys, clearly this is the best she could do.” Kazutora chuckles.

“Can you hurry up so I can get Dorayaki? This is boring.” Mikey huffs.

“Awe. Look, she’s getting embarrassed.” Ran laughs.

She could only look at them with a warm face, tears building up, not just because of their words, but because they think of her as a measly joke. The more they talk, the more she questions her own relation to them. Doubting herself and her feelings as the stupidity lingers, causing her to walk out of the basement to get some fresh air.

“Holy fuck they’re mean.” She sniffs as she wipes her eyes, walking in to the bathroom.

What did you expect? You kidnapped them after they made it clear they don’t fuck with you. Now you’ve made a fool of yourself.

“I knoooow.” She whines, as she stares in the mirror.

“Okay, get it together, Y/n! Let’s just knock them out and then we’ll let them go. This really isn’t you, anyway.” She whispers, lightly smacking her face.

She walks out of the bathroom towards the basement, opening the door and walking down the stairs.

“Okay, guys. I’m gonna let you go but I have to…”

Her eyes widen as the hairs on her body stand up, goosebumps forming as anxiety shoots her, eyeing the empty space with the ropes scattered. Her hands began trembling as she looked around the room. She begins to hyperventilate, standing in the same spot as she continues to stare at the space they used to sit at.

“Boo.” She hears before she could turn to face the culprit, a force on her head causes her to immediately fall into darkness.

Just waking up, she hears a familiar voice say, “You know, I was almost scared you wouldn’t pass the test, Y/n.” When she fully awakens, she pulls at the restraints, cuffs tight around her wrists as they link to chains from a wall that isn’t hers. She glares at her culprits in surprise.

“Wh-what test? Wait! Please don’t kill me, I was gonna let you go!” Honestly, she should want to die. Who gets abducted by the people they abducted in the first place?

She flinches when Kazutora crouches in front of her to pat her head.

“We knew the whole time that we were being watched.” He says before standing back.

“We just wanted to see how far you’d go.” Ran says with an amused smile.

“Pretty bold of you to kidnap us. Even though you had no idea what you were doing.” Rin smirks.

“That’s why we rejected you and let me tell you, you didn’t disappoint. We knew you’d go far but this is even better.” Sanzu says.

She stares at them in bewilderment.

So everything was planned to trigger me? The rejection, the hookups, the dating, the everything? They knew everything.

“S-so you played with me?”

“Well, not yet.” Mikey jokes, causing the rest to laugh. “But yes, we had to see if you were truly on our level.” He says as he crouches in front of her.

“Isn’t that why you feel the connection, Y/n? Because, we’re the same. You’re just as twisted as us.” Sanzu responds.

“No, no, no! I didn’t play with anyone’s feelings! I-I was honest about everything. We’re not the same! Not like I thought.” She says, voice shaky as the realization that she’s been infatuated with psychopaths seeps into her mind.

“Unfortunately, we thought you’d kill those girls, though you never did. That was disappointing so it was exciting when we let you drug and kidnap us.” Kazutora says with a content expression.

“Stop.”

“Or when we fucked them because we knew you were watching.” Rin adds.

“Stop it!” So they were taunting me? When they would look out the window, they knew I was there?! I was right?

“Your attempt was very cute.” Ran chuckles.

“What did you think was going to happen? We deal with this type of shit everyday.” Sanzu says.

“STOP! Just stop fucking talking!”

“What’s with the long face? Are you not happy that we’ve chosen you?” Mikey questions as he tilts his head.

“This… this was not how it was s-supposed to go, just let me go!”

“Oh, so it’s only okay when you make moves, huh? You’re not very fair are you?” Rin taunts.

“Yeah, I thought you loved us unconditionally. What’s with the change of heart?” Kazutora mocks.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s no longer your choice anymore.” Sanzu shrugs.

“You don’t have to do the big boy work anymore so you can relax, Princess.” Ran gives a closed eye smile.

“I… I want to go home! Please just let me go.” She pleads.

“That’s too bad. You’re not going anywhere.” Mikey states. “Sanzu, we’re done here.” After he announces their dismissal to the conversation, everyone steps back as they get comfortable on the scattered couches and chairs as Sanzu walks towards her.

“What’s happening? What are you gonna do?”

He kneels in front of her as he crawls in between her legs.

“I found you first so I get first dibs.”

She gasps as he pulls her bottoms down swiftly.

“W-wait! No, I’m not ready!”

“Relax.” He demands, moving back as he pulls her from her sitting position causing her to lean her back uncomfortably against the wall. She tries to squeeze them shut as she pulls on the restraints. She also tries to ignore the piercing gazes of the others who already have their erections out. In any other event she would’ve been excited if it weren’t for what has happened in the last few hours. His hands hold her thighs up as one of his fingers slither up her pussy through her underwear.

“You’re so wet. Of course you’d be turned on by this.”

“P-please don’t do this! Just give me some time, Sanzu!” He looks up at her mesmerized by how her voice sounded saying his name.

“I always knew that you’d be worth every life we took.” Her eyes widened.

“Your friends were taking up too much of your time and attention.” Mikey says. “That’s supposed to be ours.”

“Especially that clown you called a ‘boy best friend.’ Obviously you liked him, what were you thinking?” Kazutora laughs.

“You did what?! How… How could you do that? What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Let me out of here!”

“How else were you going to notice us?”

She shrieks as Sanzu enters her pussy, gripping her thighs as he thrusts all the way to her cervix. Holding it there as he wipes her tears.

“I only want those tears to be from me.”

He began to thrust as he pulled her against him each time his hips came forward, skin smacking skin as he went balls deep relentlessly. She cries as she couldn’t help the reflexed moans and whimpers falling out of her throat as his head repeatedly hits her g-spot. Her legs tense as the chains connected to her wrists rattle. His hand wraps around her waist as he pulls her closer onto his kneeling lap, fucking into her at a deeper angle as he rests his face on the crook of her neck. His heavy breathing and slight moaning hit her ears and neck causing tingles to run up her spine.

She closes her eyes so she doesn’t have to keep seeing the others who are observing, jerking their own cocks as they glare at her with so much lust that it makes her have goosebumps.

“This feels so fucking good.” He whispers to himself, her pussy clenching as she prevents herself from enabling him by grinding back. She feels sick and disgusted at herself for the pleasure his cock is bringing. Her tears fall heavily as he continues to thrust his cock in and out of her hole, working them up to their release.

Each man, besides Sanzu, sat, stroking their cocks as occasional moans slipped, breathing heavily as they watched their woman getting plummeted by dick, the sounds of her moans and wet pussy turning them on to the highest points as they thrust their hips against their hand. Mikey gets up to unchain her as Sanzu places her on her hands and knees, pushing her upper back lower so her chest meets the floor, everyone getting a side view of him fucking her in doggy style.

She uses her arms to cover her face, her head forced to turn towards the guys by Mikey.

“If you move your head and don’t keep your eyes open, we’ll kill your family one by one.” He walks back to his spot on the couch and continues to fap his cock. She cries even harder at his threat, reminding her of the reason for her friend’s disappearances.

After a few minutes, Sanzu began to feel himself about to cum. She tenses as she looks back, “Wait, I’m not on birth control!”

“We’ll take care of it.” He begins to thrust harder.

“Ah fuck.” He moans as he pushes himself deeper inside, releasing the fluid as she orgasms, feeling the semen filling her being her last straw. The rest of the men shoot ropes of sperm as they give one last thrust. When he pulls out of her, her body falls to the ground as she lays out, exhausted and defeated.

“You’re not done yet, Y/n.”

“You wanted this, so you’re gonna take it all like a big girl, okay?”

#yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #sano mikey manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani #rin haitani #ran x reader #rin x reader #sano manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #haitani brothers #yandere au #yandere reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #yandere tokyo revengers

[randomexistingthing]

(I'M NOT A PROFESSIONAL I JUST LIKE TO RESEARCH SOME TOPICS SO PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG ON ANYTHING) Not ALL autistics/adhders either flap their arms or leg bounce as stims (Yes these stims are common with autism/adhd but it's not the ONLY stim they do and definitely not a “If they don't do this, they don't have that”). First of all those two are both vestibular/proprioceptive stims, they are basically one ‘genre’ of stims, there are 7 types of stims:Visual, auditory, tactile, oral and olfactory/smell, and vestibular and proprioceptive. (Side note: According to the DSM-5 you don't even have to stim to be autistic since stimming is part of category B.) <-(also many neurotypicals also stim so please don’t take this as anything other than explaining different types of stims. Although people with autism and/or ADHD that do stim do it more often) So how i’ll lay it out is define what the types of stims actually mean and examples as to not confuse anyone and provide further information on the topic :D First up we have: Visual stimming: Visual stimming is any repetitive behavior that is done via visual (our eyes). For example, staring at moving things (fans spinning, cars driving past, people running), blinking really fast, using kaleidoscopes and even just moving your fingers in front of your eyes! Auditory stimming: Auditory stimming is any repetitive behavior that uses hearing and/or sound. It involves making sound or hearing sound! So that can be listening to the same song over and over again to humming a tune to blocking and unblocking your ears really quick. Tactile stimming Tactile stimming is any repetitive behavior that uses your sense of touch. Like rubbing/scratching your hands, stroking soft fabrics, biting the inside of your cheeks and twirling/pulling your hair.

Oral stimming Oral stimming is any repetitive behavior involving chewing. Pretty self explanatory, I don’t think I can explain this further lol. Examples include biting straws and chewing necklaces. Olfactory stimming Olfactory stimming is any repetitive behavior that uses your sense of smell. This can be repeatedly smelling candles, sniffing fresh bread and even sniffing washed clothing. Vestibular stimming Vestibular stimming is any repetitive behavior that involves movement and/or balance! It can be spinning, rocking, jumping and even swinging! It could also be simply pacing or throwing things too! (You can tell what type of stim I like the most XD). Proprioceptive stimming Proprioceptive stimming is any repetitive behavior that involves weight and/or spacial awareness. Like using weighted blankets, bear hugs, and physical pressure. ((essay go brrr)) ((I WROTE TOO MUCH IM GENUINELY SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE 400 WORDS IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY))

I'M ALSO NOT A PROFESSIONAL I CANT CORRECT YOU-

I (again :( ) can't say much to the topic itself, just that it really was a pleasure to read :3 I think I might be actually using tactile stimming, in situations when I'm nervous I'm like, touching my nose? Idk it sounds weird but I think it's a really good way to 'get back' when I have a derealization (I think it's called that) and it's just nice to do that. ((I noticed that I was doing this before but never considered it a stim tbh))

And you like vestibular stimming? :3 (it's not a real question, I think you chose anon for a reason ((but you can still answer if you are comfortable! C: )) I sometimes do the rocking, but only when I'm bored so I don't think it's a stim-

So dear anon (I think I know who you are >:]]) thank you so much for explaining the different types of stims! It really is nice getting to know a topic better, especially when you are interested in it :D

((ALSO DON'T BE SORRY I REPEAT: DON'T BE SORRYYYY YOU JUST SAVED ME 52 MINUTES OF BOREDOM I LOVE YOU AND I ALSO SPENT TIME GOOD ON MY PHONE FOR ONCE SO DON'T BE SORRY))

#Hehe ask ^^ #Ask ^^ #Anon ask! #Really I appreciate that you took the time to type this all out :33 #Also I am once again not answering not as much but I don't really know what to say I really need to research this topic too-

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

Okay so Uhm. Anyways. 2nd times the charm ig:)

Roleplay!

Hi, I’m Maea, if you haven’t seen me before, hello, welcome! I’m always looking for roleplay partners! But, anyways.

Once you’ve read through everything you can either reblog this and I will message you, or you can message me!

I have a few rules!

- I will only play Krogan in rp.

- I am okay with CCxCC and OCxCC ships, but please note that Krogan is going to take a while to warm up to any character. MxM ships are preferred, however if the concept of of a MxF rp is interesting enough to me I will do so!

- Please be at least semi literate, however I would prefer a partner who can write as much as me. I can write up to over the 2K character limit on Discord, and can sometimes go over that limit, so if I am going to do as such, I would like my partner to be able to do the same. If you can’t be as literate that day let me know and I can take it easy on you:)

- I am okay with NSFW, but I would prefer if that were a thing that doesn’t focus on the entirety of the plot, since that gets kind of boring. If you are going to want NSFW you MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 18. ‼️‼️NO EXCEPTIONS FROM THIS RULE. ‼️‼️

- would prefer to rp on discord because of the ability to pin messages. I am very sporadic and tend to jump from idea to idea so this is a vital feature on me if we are going to be roleplaying on discord. It makes it easier for the both of us if we can pin messages and I can pin something so we can come back to the idea at some point.

- Mature topics such as abuse, murder, death, and other things like gore may come up in the roleplay. Self harm and other topics are a part of my lore for Krogan, so while the may not be an entirely large part of Krogan’s place in the roleplay, IT WILL BE THERE OR POSSIBLY HINTED. If you’re not comfortable with that then this is not for you.

- I will not portray Krogan as abusive or violent against his significant other (or towards anyone else, for that matter.)

My Triggers:

- Mpreg/Pregnancy (It makes me feel icky to have it a major staple, and I have a history with this issue that averted me away from roleplaying it.)

- Zoophilia, pedophilic or incestuous relationships. No. Just no. Anything that sexualized animals, children, or siblings in a relationship is a no go.

- If you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, TERF, ablism etc. I shouldn’t have to say this but get the fuck off my blog. You aren’t welcome here.

- I will not roleplay Dagcup or Vigcup. I don’t play either Dagur, Viggo, or Hiccup. I play Krogan. Don’t even ask. This includes Hiccstrid, or any other ship that doesn’t have Krogan.

AUs/Plots

I have plenty of AUs and can come up with plots as needed. I will rp with characters outside of the httyd fandom as Krogan by putting him into the fandom. If you’re wanting to do that, just let me know and I can do a bit of reading and research in case I don!t know the lore. :)

As an Eye Catcher; Here is some of my aus:)

Modern!Krogan is the first, the second is chunky!Krogan, and the third is a lycanwing!Krogan!

#httyd #krogan #httyd rtte #krogan rtte #krogan httyd #rtte #httyd fanart #httyd fandom #httyd au #fanart #rp #roleplay #httyd roleplay #rtte roleplay #httyd krogan #rtte krogan #race to the edge roleplay #dreamworks #dreamworks dragons #roleplay open

[sam-loves-seb]

fic writer ask game

i am very late on this but i was tagged by @mmmichyyy and @iansw0rld !

🖤 rules: answer the questions then tag five fic writers ✍️

1. how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i was super into marvel movies in my teens and i read way too much clintasha and stevebucky fic on tumblr/ao3 until one day i finally cracked and decided to try writing my own. i wrote fic for a few years when i was a teenager, then went to college and fell out of fandom life because real life was super hectic and getting a degree in mechanical engineering is hard, and then when i was maybe 22? 23? i started writing fic again because i realized how much i missed fandom and community and writing in general. i orphaned all my old fic on ao3 when i came back, but i kinda wished i had at least written the titles down somewhere because i’d love to go back and see how much my writing style has grown since then. 

2. how many fandoms have you written in?

10, according to ao3. add in a couple more from my youth, and sprinkle in a handful of unfinished things in my docs from fandoms i had a passing interest in and never actually published anything for, and the real answer is probably more like 15.

3. how many years have you been writing fanfiction?

a decade, give or take

4. do you read or write more fanfiction?

honestly depends on the day. i get in moods where i just want to write and i don’t want to read anything, and then it flips eventually and all i want to do is consume fics

5. what is one way you've improved as a writer?

i think my dialogue has improved so much since i started. it’s definitely one of my strengths right now, but it wasn’t always. 

6. what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

honestly i don’t know, my writing is very mundane. royal hierarchies maybe? and that’s not even weird. i just know i had to read a lot of shit about that for a wip i’ve since semi-abandoned.

7. what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

any comment at all is my favorite comment, but if i have to get specific: when people copy/paste their favorite lines into a comment and tell me they liked them, yeah that shit hits 

8. what's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

again, i write very boring stuff. i think the most fringe thing i write is crossovers to be totally honest. i love a well done crossover fic between multiple fandoms. i’m still very proud of my tww/newsroom crossover, and my tww/stranger things crossover is near and dear to my heart. right now i’ve been brainstorming a shameless/stranger things/911 crossover with @karenandthababes for the last like, six months. will i ever write it? who knows.

9. what is the hardest type of story for you to write?

smut.

10. what is the easiest type?

fluff or domestic fluff. give me the softness. give me them happy and enjoying life. i can crank out 5k of that in no time.

11. where do you do your writing? what platform? when?

in bed on my laptop, Word, and mostly at night, but sometimes during my lunch breaks

12. what is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

the rock star mickey au that lives in my brain rent free is probably top of my list, followed by the high school au that also lives in my brain rent free. both are ambitious projects, and i’ve been talking about them for months without actually writing anything down yet.

13. what made you choose your username?

i will refer you back to question one where i said i was very into marvel movies and stevebucky in my teens. i adore sebastian stan, always have always will, hence sam-loves-seb. yes i made this handle at 15, no i will not change it.

tagging: @jessbakescakes @mybrainismelted @gallawitchxx @suchagallabitch @thefinestmuffinswrites and anyone else who wants to play !

#tag game #fic writer ask game