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[one-time-i-dreamt]

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[tange-my-rine]

guard dog || Tangerine × gn!reader

Summary: Lemon has been trying to get you to see it for years. His brother was into you, so much it physically hurt to watch. That's what he said anyway. You were skeptical, to say the least. The fact that everyone who had ever hurt you, or even just threatened to, was dead though, was indisputable.

TW: protective!Tangerine, jealous!Tangerine, violence, murder, cursing (it's Tangerine), all things bullet train.

[[A/N: y'all know I love a good pining story 🫣🫣🫣, enjoy :) ]]

You'd known the twins for about as long as you've been in the business. Your handler was the same, and for a mission, they just decided to pair the three of you up. It was some simple grab-and-go, you can hardly remember now actually, but the three of you mended so well that your place was practically cemented.

Don't get you wrong, Tangerine has resisted, hard, since the beginning but you could see the progress. Or well, you hoped it was progress.

Lemon seemed to think so, and that was good enough for you. Who knew him better than Lemon, after all?

That brings you to now, where you sat in a fancy sort of gala -dressed to the nines; there was a man, some wealthy guy, that was the hit. Tangerine had gone to roam the crowds to, well, find him. Lemon sat inconspicuously to your right in a suit, a nice gray number, with a drink in his hand, looked a little like champagne but you couldn't be certain.

"You think he's lost?" You questioned, smiling over your cup -eyes directed to the crowd in a sweeping motion. You lagged on every good blue suit in the mix, perhaps for someone in particular, but you'd never say that out loud.

"'Wouldn't admit it if he was," Lemon retorted with a chuckle.

"I could get lost in here," you remarked, tapping your fingers along the tablecloth, gaze slipping across the ceiling -it was all shiny with chandeliers and painted columns, "-I bet there's at least 16 rooms on this floor."

Lemon pursed his lips, "He's only supposed to be in one, though, ain't he? Minglin' and such."

"He could've slipped away," you hummed, messing with your sleeve.

"Guess so," Lemon echoed, eyes glazed over the bustle of the people.

You paused for a moment, before saying, "Why did we send him again? He's really not the sociable type to get the guy's guard down, yeah?"

"Easy," Lemon smiled, something twinkling in his eyes, "-he wouldn't let me go because of competitive reasons and he wouldn't let you go because he'd sooner fuckin' die than leave you alone."

"Lemon," you lowered your voice, "-I'm an assassin, I'm sure I could've found this guy myself. I'm not a baby."

"Not sayin' you are love," he spoke matter-of-factly, "-It's nothin' about your skill, it's all him."

You quirked your brow, taking a long sip, "All him?"

"Have you really not noticed?" Lemon questioned, now fully facing you, "-He's like your fuckin' guard dog."

Ah, this again.

"Lemon, we've talked about this-"

"Doesn't mean it ain't true," he tsked, "-I can read people you know that, especially my brother."

You did know that, but your brain just really couldn't wrap around the idea of Tangerine seeing you that way. Not that it wasn't desirable, god was it desirable- it just didn't make any sense. He didn't treat you any differently than his brother, except for small things. Like holding open the door, pulling out your chair, and listening to you talk thoughtfully (unlike with his brother who he'd directly told to 'shut the fuck up').

He was just polite.

And it's not like you didn't think him to be handsome. He was probably one of the most well-crafted people on the planet, all pressed suits and slick hair and blue eyes and strong arms-

"Think back for me," Lemon interrupted your train of thought, thankfully, "-last mission, how many people got their hands on you?"

A grab-and-go, some sort of drive, you think.

"Like how many I fought? I mostly knocked them out, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Lemon agreed, "-but, somehow, they all ended up dead. Not your doin', not my doin'."

"Well," you scoffed, "-you can't leave witnesses-"

"Mission before that," he continued, relentless, "-quick in and out, nobody but the target to die, yeah? But some bloke held your arm too tight, remember?"

He'd wanted to buy you a drink, and you said no. He insisted. By the time you'd gotten him off, Tangerine had neatly sauntered to your side. You'd always thought it was weird timing, actually.

"Yeah," you hummed, furrowing your brow, "-okay. He didn't die though."

"Yeah, he did, back alley when you were in the car," Lemon replied, taking a long sip of his drink -finishing it actually.

"What?!" You hissed, "-There was no need-"

"You're barkin' up the wrong tree, love-" he held up his hands in surrender, "-I had nothin' to do with it. Except well, baggin' 'im up, Tan wanted to meet you in the car. He's always givin' me the dirty work."

Before you could respond, and you very much wanted to, Tangerine leisurely waltzed up to the table. Slow and steady steps didn't draw attention. Although you're not sure that mattered because well, everyone is going to look at him -I mean, come on-

"Disappeared in a room with a woman," he spoke quickly, exhaling a big breath, and snatching your drink from your fingertips -promptly downing it.

"Hey-" you began but didn't get far.

"I'll buy ya another one, love," he spoke, sly and smooth -sitting down to your left, exasperated, "-Fuckin' needed it. All the guy droned about was kissing arse and fuckin' stocks."

"You spoke to him?" You tilted your head, curious -promptly ignoring the fluttering when he called you love.

"No," he nearly spit out, "-just heard 'im. Real fuckin' piece of work, I tell ya."

Lemon hummed, "Good thing we're 'ere to kill 'im then, yeah?"

"Yeah," Tangerine agreed before eyes flickering over the two of you, "-What have you been doin' then?"

"What do you think?" You laughed, "-Not much else we can do but sit."

"They haven't been flirtin'," Lemon smiled, teasing, "-if that's what you're askin'."

"Fuck you," Tangerine retorted, "-just thought I'd ask somethin' nice for once and you twist it, see? Can't be nice to you."

"Enough, you two," you exhaled, swatting at both of them -your hand brushed Tan's but you didn't focus on it for long, "-Guy's back out."

The man was tall, greying slightly by the ears and big full dark beard -seemed the type to be a beneficiary or whatever it was. His suit was one you recognized to be expensive, probably because of Tan now that you think about it, and he was swarmed by quite a few men -itching for conversation, advice, you assumed.

And then, his eyes, deep brown ones, slinked over the table, landing solely on you.

You smiled -the kind that made all the men happy, waving gently. Standing up, you patted the table and whispered to your partners.

"Looks like he has a weak spot," you spoke through your teeth, "-be back in ten. Don't bite each other's heads off, please!"

You were a people's person, and men were simple, it wouldn't be hard to get him into a private space and-

You were halted, something pulling on your wrist. Less pulling and more held in place, actually. Spinning on your toes, your eyes held on Tangerine's fingers pressed into your wrist -keeping you at the table.

"Tan!" you hissed out, trying to pull your hand away -it wasn't a hard grip, just enough to keep you unmoving, "-What the hell?"

He seemed to scramble for a second, eyes fluttering across your face, "You can't just go without a plan, you know 'at, right?"

"Tan," you seethed, voice low to keep unwanted ears out, "-the plan is simple, get him alone and kill him. Now, why don't you let me-"

"No," he reiterated, "-you can't just go on your own. He's got men by his side, 24/7, what are you supposed to do if-"

"Lemon," you hissed, trying to get him on your side.

"No," he spoke, passively, standing up, "-I'm not involved in this, you two sort it out. I'll take care of 'im, yeah?"

"Seriously?" You turned to him, merely watching as he disappeared into the crowd -there goes your backup.

You turned to him, something heavy in your eyes -disbelief, "Do you really think I can't do it, Tan?"

"Love," Tangerine began, standing up beside you -it was almost like you were holding hands, "-I didn't mean-"

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, shaking off his hand, "-I need some air."

That is what led you to push through the glass doors and back onto the patio, rain trickling down from the sky. You stayed under the ledge for a moment, before decidedly stepping into it; it brought you back to earth for a moment, anger and frustration slowly numbing to the patter against your skin.

You'd always liked the rain.

"Come out of the rain, love," he spoke, careful and quiet -gentle in a way you'd only seen once ever, "-you're gonna get a cold."

You ignored him, raindrops dusting off your eyelashes and making your clothes stick to your skin ever-so-slightly. It wasn't enough to give you a cold, you knew that.

"Please."

Now, that was new.

You turned to face him, eyes adjusting to the shadow of the ledge. He looked at you softly, like you held the entire world in your hands and he didn't want you to drop it; blue eyes dusting over your face for any signs of anything you assumed. Something in you faltered.

Wordlessly, you stepped back under the ledge.

As soon as you did, he shrugged off his coat jacket and put it on your shoulders -almost out of habit. Another thing to add to your list.

He spoke first, leaning against the wall right beside you, "I'm a fuckin' dick, aren't I?"

You laughed, just a little -looking at the ground, "Yeah, you are."

"Look, love," he started, slow -his hand brushed up against yours on the wall, "-I wasn't tryin' to say anythin' about you. I kno' you could kill 'im without even thinkin' about it. You're incredible-"

Something in you twinkled, cheeks dusting a pink -not that you'd let him see.

"I just-" he started, running his hands through his hair -you watched the motion with lazy eyes, curious, "-I'm fuckin' daft."

"You are," you answered with a lilt of a tease, before turning to him, seriously, "-but why did you freak out like that? I really just thought you didn't trust me-"

He spun to you then, catching your eyes with his -a breath shattered out of your lungs, his hands firmly on your arms to keep you in place, "I trust you with my life. I do."

You hummed, looking at him critically, "Then what, Tan? If you trust me and know I'm good, then what's the problem?"

"It's not-" he sighed, eyes leaving yours as he rubbed a hand down his face -turning away slightly, with one hand still just below your shoulder, "-Fuck, I never wanted to-"

"Tan," you echoed out, gently placing your fingers against his jaw -turning him to meet your eyes, "-you can tell me anything, you know that."

You were so close now, a breath away from him -blue eyes flicking across your features, a bit frantic. You could feel his breath fan across your face, as your hands fell back to your side. You didn't dare blink. It almost felt like-

Could Lemon be...?

Your brain was working against you, as you blurted out, "Are you my guard dog?"

Tangerine paused, eyebrows furrowing, all tension now dissipated, "What?"

"Shit, I didn't-" you stepped back, but his hand on your arm didn't let you roam far, "-Lemon keeps telling me you're like my guard dog. All protective and like constantly keeping your eye out, not letting me go anywhere without you-"

"Your guard dog?"

"Yeah, it's stupid, but-" you paused, looking back at him, curious, "-did you really kill that guy in Madrid?"

"The hit?" He questioned, something in him relaxing, "-no Lemon did, you don't remember? The fucker stabbed me in the leg-"

And then, he fell silent -something passing over his face in recognition.

"In my defense, you weren't supposed to know about 'at."

"Well, I do," you exhaled, expectedly, "-may I ask why?"

"Why what?" He asked, somewhat innocently.

"Tan," you stressed.

"Same reason I didn't let ya leave," he exhaled, simply, like you knew the reason. You thought you might, but you weren't taking any chances.

"Tan, how am I supposed to-"

"He could've said bodyguard," he spoke, suddenly, working himself up, "-Just had to compare me to a fuckin' animal, didn't he? He's lucky I-"

"Tangerine."

"Right, yeah," he interrupted his thought process, eyes swimming to yours, "-I can... I can explain."

You met his eyes, "Please do."

He paused for a moment, seeming to settle on what to say, "I am... I am your fuckin'... guard dog, as my brother so eloquently put it."

You opened your mouth to comment.

"Hear me out, will ya?" He spoke, softly, fingers brushing circles against your arm -you merely nodded, "-I'm protective over ya, beyond belief really, not sure how ya didn't figure that one out."

Your hands went to the edge of his coat, tightening it on your shoulders. It was a little chilly now actually.

"Not because you can't protect yourself," he clarified before his eyes settled on your face -gentle and soft, almost... admiring, "-but because I don't kno' what I'd do if I lost you."

"Is it not the same with Lemon?" You questioned, your breath hollow in your chest.

"It's-" he cleared his throat, almost awkward, "-very different."

"Different how?"

"Love," he sighed, a little exhausted, "-I..."

"Just be honest with me, Tan," you echoed, a mere whisper, "-that's all I want."

And then his eyes darted over your face, swimming like he was committing every bit to memory... like he could never get enough. Suddenly, something settled over you, watching as the words stopped on his tongue but his face said it all.

He didn't have to say it, you realized -watching him, you knew.

With a breath, you pushed forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your head into his shoulder. His whole body tensed for a moment like he hadn't expected it, before relaxing -hands coming to twist along your waist.

"You don't have to say it," you muttered into his shirt, all crisp and clean, "-I know."

He spoke quietly, you could feel the breath on your skin, "You know?"

"I know," you repeated.

"'At mean I can take ya to dinner?" He questioned, playful but you could hear the nerves -you knew him well.

You pulled back, fingertips twisting in the curls on the back of his neck -smiling brightly, "I'd love to."

He grinned, and it crinkled at his eyes -now looking at you a bit like he can't believe it, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smiled back.

"You had your fill, you two?" Lemon interrupted, suddenly making himself known, "-Figured out all your shit, then?"

Tangerine's face dropped turning his head but making no move to let you go -it made your head fuzzy, "Don't fuckin' start."

"I won't," he held up his hands, before grinning -mischievously, "-I will say though, you can thank me anytime. Ya know, since I played fuckin' cupid."

"One more word," Tangerine leveled, eyes glaring daggers, "-I'm fuckin' serious, mate-"

"Thank you, Lemon," you interrupted, turning out of his grip -one hand still on your waist, you doubted he'd let you fully out of his grip, not now. You didn't mind.

"See?" Lemon asked, "-'At so hard, brother? Always liked 'em better, really."

Tangerine paused, jaw tensing as he licked along his teeth, reluctant but his eyes kept darting to you -he softened, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Lemon grinned for a second before he fell rather serious, "-really though, we should leave. 'Give 'em another fifteen minutes to find 'im."

Tangerine pressed his lips together, not moving.

"Seriously," Lemon echoed, "-I know ya expect me to be jokin' but I'm not, I give 'em fifteen minutes."

"Tan," you pushed, eyes meeting his, "-later. We have forever, don't we?"

Something in him softened, eyes dashing across your face, he bit down a smile. Wouldn't dare let Lemon catch him, you assumed.

He seemed to anyway.

"Oh, you are whipped, bro," Lemon retorted with a laugh.

"Don't," Tangerine seethed, "-I'll pound your fuckin' face in, you know 'at? Not another word."

You rolled your eyes, slipping your hand into his. This was your life now, huh?

You flickered over Tangerine practically tackling his brother to the ground, verbally, but his hand still gently wrapped around yours -unaffected.

Maybe that's okay.

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content & warnings: fem!reader, karina is completely ooc lmao, drug consumption, kinda focuses more on reiner x jean this chapter, masturbation (m.), voyeurism

author’s note: i did not abandon this series i promise 😞 i really do have it planned out but i suppose i lost motivation due to the drama last month and lack of feedback. but hey! here we go. mdni banner credits to @/cafekitsune

word count: 5.5k

A soul-crushing flight that left some sort of crick in your neck that no matter how much you moved and stretched would not go away.

And a cranky Jean Kirstein who for some reason brought his aged and yellow-paged, cracked spine Lord of the Flies copy from middle school.

You remember when he made you get a copy of the book from the library since he adored it and you told him it gave you the creeps.

Then he teased you relentlessly about you getting upset about Piggy's death because in Jean's words "He sucked and he deserved to die."

The both of you dragged your luggage into the sprawling mansion, where you were greeted by the butler of the estate.

The butler stopped with your suitcases, leading you down a large hallway.

The regal family crest adorned the entrance as well as the curated collection of ancestral portraits lining the hallways along the winding staircase.

One, in particular, of Reiner's grandfather. He looked just like Reiner. Strong jaw, intense brown eyes with a piercing gaze.

You were astounded by the vastness of the estate. The groomed lawns and grounds stretched as far as you could see.

Stunning gardens full of vivid flowers. Sound of water pouring from the fountain in the centre.

You could see Reiner waiting in the foyer of the estate, causing you to break out into a smile and bound over, throwing your arms around him.

"Rei!" You squealed.

"Hey there, pretty baby." He beamed as he engulfed you into a bear hug, sweeping you off your feet. "You missed me?"

You nodded.

"I'm so pumped to be here!"

Despite your full gaze on Reiner, it was difficult to shake the feeling of Jean burning lasers into the back of your head.

"Yo Horseface!" Reiner chuckled as he let you go, heading towards Jean and giving him a heavy pat on the back, the unexpectedness causing Jean to splutter. "Flight was okay?"

You smiled as you looked up at Reiner. He was in a forest green Lacoste polo shirt with his arms folded, showcasing his perfectly toned biceps and broad chest.

He gave you a wink as he caught you ogling, causing heat to creep up your cheeks.

"Nothin' special." Jean grumbled, wincing at the memory of the baby who was bawling all night. "Got here in one piece, that's all that matters." With a stiff nod.

"I think he's just jet lagged..." You said with an uneasy chuckle.

Suddenly a looming figure emerged from the shadows, a vision of glamour and sophistication. Dressed in luxury clothes that adhered to her surgically enhanced curves. She oozed timeless beauty despite her age.

"Reiner, darling, you didn't tell me you were bringing such a handsome friend home!" Karina purred, her gaze lingering on Jean with unsettling intensity.

"Mother, this is Jean and Y/N. They'll be staying with us for the summer." Reiner said with a smug smile.

Karina's eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam as she stepped closer to Jean, her perfectly manicured hand reaching out to caress his angled jawline.

"You remind me of an old flame of mine, Jean. Such striking features." She murmured, her voice dripping with a honeyed charm.

He gave a bewildered glance at Reiner, who offered no reassurance. His indifference only added to the eerie atmosphere that surrounded them.

"Mother, don't sleep with my friend. I don't need another repeat of last year."

Your eyes widened as you looked at Jean who shared the same sentiment.

A repeat?!

"Oh lighten up, darling. It wasn't my fault little Bertie wanted to keep me company." She said with a wink.

You watched the exchange, your intuition sensing the weird tension between the mother and son. You discreetly nudged Jean, silently urging him to remove himself from Karina's grasp.

Jean couldn't shake the feeling. Karina's advances left him feeling unsettled, and he could not for the life of him stop fidgeting.

You both were shown to your rooms in the large estate, but Jean was being prickly with dry responses. It annoyed you to no end. As the butler took his leave, you immediately ripped into Jean after you shut the door behind you.

"You've been acting like a jerk since we got here!" You fumed.

"Yeah, well what do you expect? You know how I feel about that asshole!"

"So why would you still agree to come along?!"

"What, so you can come back knocked up?"

"What the hell?! Reiner would not knock me up!" You barked as you hurled a cushion at Jean's head, him swiftly dodging it. "He invited us over, the least you can do is try and be fucking polite!"

"Oh please. He invited us here? The only reason he invited you here was that he wanted to plow you into the mattress! And wants to mock me!"

"Mock you?!"

"You know exactly what I mean." He grumbled as he flipped on his side and curled tightly in a ball.

"Now, why the hell are you sulking?" You snickered, amused at the sight of such a large man like Jean acting like a toddler.

"Go away!" He hissed as he buried his head into the pillow.

An idea popped into your head.

He yelped and jumped with a squeal when you lunged at him, beginning to tickle his sides. Rolling around on the bed, attempting to cover his stomach.

"N-Not funny! Get offa me!"

Jean would've rather have died before anybody apart from you knew how deathly ticklish he was.

He tried to grab your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and as he failed miserably, his body jerked about wildly.

Your fingers trailed to his armpits, stomach, chest and torso. His shirt rode up, exposing his happy trail and the taut muscles of his abdomen.

"You can't escape from me!" You grinned as Jean squawked and shrieked like a child, his body twitching from the tickle onslaught.

His mouth was open as he struggled to catch his breath, face reddening as he gasped for air. His face scrunched up as he desperately tried to grab your hands to stop.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" You cooed.

"I said it's n-nothing!" He protested, still wriggling, turning his body, his back now exposed.

He was squirming under your fingers. His breathing fast, sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Look I'll stop!" You said as you quickly withdrew your hands.

Silence hung in the air only accompanied by Jean's labored breathing. It was an awkward position, you were straddling him on the bed as he struggled to meet your eye.

"Now tell me what's wrong." You said, sternly.

"Leave me alone." He murmured, but it was hard to miss the way his voice cracked.

"Jeanbo~."

"Don't call me that." He groaned, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. "Just makes me feel worse."

"Are you worried about your Mom?" You asked, voice tender as you cupped the side of his face and forced him to meet your eyes.

"...Yeah." He said after a little pause.

He knows he can cope. But when she passes, it'll make him spiral. She's all he ever had apart from you. And as much as she insisted on leaving it in the past, it haunts him.

"Come here." You instructed, wrapping your arms around him.

His body relaxed as he leaned his head onto your chest. The sobs came deep within him, wracking his body, he was struggling to find the right words.

"She told you to enjoy your summer." You whispered as you smoothed the back of his hair down. "Try and enjoy this holiday. It's only two weeks for you anyways. Call the hospice when it's evening and be wary of time zones. Okay?" You said, trying to be as reassuring as you could.

He sidled up to you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"We gotta get ready for dinner, y'know." You snickered at his action.

"Don't care." He said lowly, eyes still shut. But he eventually untangled his limbs from yours after your nagging and trudged over to the ornate mirror that was above the chest of drawers.

As he observed the tear tracks down his cheeks, the red swollen eyes, and the red-rimmed nose, he sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his sandy brown tresses.

"Will you stop being so cranky now?"

"Can't guarantee that. What kind of dinner is at 5:55 on the dot? That has to be a bad omen or something."

"Angel numbers will not kill you." You chuckled, relieved Jean was returning to his snarky self.

"Angel numbers...that star sign crap...it's always something with you."

You snickered.

"For me?"

His cheeks were flushed pink, he was trying to be stern but was failing miserably to maintain his composure.

"Yeah. For you..I guess." He said with a bittersweet smile, voice still hoarse from weeping.

You were confused when one of the maids told you to wear a dress. It was a beautiful dress but you had no idea why you couldn't have worn something of your own.

Nevertheless, you didn't put up much of a fight. The dress was one of the most elegant pieces of clothing you'd seen in all your years of living.

Gazing in the mirror after the timid maid exited the room, you marvelled at it.

The bodice seemed tailored to accentuate your curves.

The skirt billowed out from the waist in a cascade of luscious folds, gathering around your feet to form a sweeping train that swept the floor. The endless layers of gathered tulle and silk chiffon adding volume and dimension to the skirt.

You made your way down the stairs where Reiner was in formal wear like you, waiting expectantly.

"You look breathtaking." Reiner smiled as he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The feeling of his lips on your skin sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.

So naive.

That glimmer in your eye is all too familiar. He dangles some attention, vague compliments that could apply to any pretty girl and you fall hook, line and sinker.

You mustered out some words of gratitude. You can't be shy around a man you were so intimate with yet in this setting...being at his family home. You couldn't help but be so anxious.

All the while Jean wanted to stab his eyes out with the fancy silverware as he watched the two of you take seats. He didn't know who he was more angry at. He hated Reiner already but you fawning over that meathead was nauseating.

You met Jean's gaze. He didn't even bother to button up the collar and the bowtie was slung around his neck. From the way he was slouched on his chair, he looked hungover.

Your words went in one ear and out the other. But there was a part of you that couldn't help but smile. Jean was so handsome to you. Even in a dishevelled state.

It was a flurry of staff changing and switching plates. You noticed Karina giving Jean the eye which made him pull a face.

Regardless, she was still somebody's mother. So he braced himself and gave her a pained smile.

Jean stared at the appetiser in front of him.

"What is this supposed to be?"

The butler leaned towards Jean's ear.

"This is a Riesling poached pear salad with Black Forest ham." He responded.

Jean pointed at the garnish, face stuck.

"That is toasted walnuts and crumbled blue cheese, my good Sir."

"Why can't you people eat normal food?" Jean muttered under his breath.

"Jean!" You hissed, frowning at him.

"Ignore him.." You said with an awkward giggle. "We've been living off instant ramen for months."

As you bit the inside of your cheek, it was hard to deny the eerie atmosphere. You figured of course there'd be a strange feeling looming considering the fact this was an estate that survived all the events of history.

If it had been passed down generations, it surely had some ghosts. Just the mere thought of blood spilling on these grounds made a shiver go up your spine.

You quickly recomposed yourself and turned your attention to the fancy food. Jean was right. This was not real food at all.

Reiner and Karina seemed to be discussing things in their mother tongue after she did an interrogation on Jean, chockful of questions that crossed boundaries about his personal life.

"...You don't have to answer them if you don't want to, Jean." You said firmly as you glared at Karina.

Jean was a little relieved at you sticking up for him. It's not as if he was incapable of doing so.

On the contrary, Jean could be as cutting and venomous if he wanted to, however, insulting somebody's mother was not his prerogative.

"It's fine, Y/N. I'm an open book." He chuckled.

"A boring one." Reiner added which earned a glare from Jean and shrieks of laughter from Karina.

"Yo." Reiner called out as he saw Jean staring out the bay window absentmindedly, sat on the plush seating of it.

The rest of the estate had all gone to sleep, it was rather unnerving the deafening silence in the colossal estate.

Jean turned to face Reiner, then gave him a curt nod.

"That's funny. Usually that vein in your forehead starts throbbing if I come anywhere near your vicinity." Reiner chuckled as he folded his arms and leant against the wall.

"Being pissed at one in the morning just makes me look like a dick." Jean muttered as he rubbed his neck.

"You hungry?"

"I ain't eating that rich people crap." Jean said flatly as he turned away to look back out at the pitch black sky.

"Relax." Reiner snorted. "I get it. But if you're hungry, there's a burger joint I think you'd like. Their loaded fries will make you forget hunger is a thing."

"I'm holding you to that. I think my body is still running off those airline salted peanuts." Jean grumbled as he begrudgingly lifted himself off the seat and followed after Reiner as he guided him to the massive parking lot.

“That why you so grumpy?”

“Oh ha ha.”

He shifted his weight on the neatly paved asphalt, the frosty air nipping his skin. The rows of vehicles parked in orderly fashion, each gleaming under the moonlight caused his eyes to widen.

"You driving?" Jean arched his brow as he looked over the Mercedes-Benz S-Class. He knew Reiner's ego was already big, so he bit back to 'sweet ride' that on the tip of his tongue.

"What? You can't drive, Kirstein?" Reiner teased.

"I ain't that confident on foreign roads." Jean shrugged. "It'd probably do some spoiled heir good to be the chauffeur for once."

"And that'd make you a passenger princess, eh?"

"Aren't I pretty?" Jean goaded.

It was merely a joke, but Reiner felt a little taken aback as he looked at Jean. His mouth going dry as he took in Jean's appearance in the quiet hallway.

Jean's sharp, jutting jawline, adorned with a rugged stubble was the first thing he'd noticed when he first set eyes on him during orientation, as well as the way he was one of the few people that were around Reiner's own towering height, Jean just a little more taller by a few more inches.

"Jeez, don't jizz your pants, Braun." Jean said airily as he pulled the car door open. "Pick up your jaw and show me. I don't exactly have high hopes since this is German cuisine.

"Oh, shut your trap." Reiner burst into hysterics. "All those additives in that slop and you think you're some culinary expert."

"Like the pretentious crap your family eat is any better." Jean jabbed, earning a scoff from Reiner.

"Can't argue with you there."

"Is Y/N asleep?" Jean asked as Reiner swapped gears, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his tyres.

"It's cute how you're always mothering her." Reiner chuckled.

"You jealous?"

"Maybe. It'd be nice to experience maternal nagging." Reiner chuckled.

Jean felt a pang in his chest as he remembered his own mother once again. He balled up his fist in his lap, fingers digging into his palm.

The entirety of this stay, he'd been doing his best not to think too much of her. He wanted to respect her wishes but it was just hard to.

"Eh?"

Reiner shrugged as his hands gripped the steering wheel, facing the road as they finally exited the iron gates.

"I barely remember shit about her. She's just my birth giver in a sense."

Heavy silence blanketed the two, practically suffocating.

Reiner cleared his throat.

"Jeez man, I'm sorry. That musta been awkward for you to hear." He said, voice uncharacteristically shaky for him.

Jean swallowed thickly.

"Don't be." He cleared his throat. "I had a gut feeling when the two of you interacted. So, no surprise."

"Y/N told me you were real close with your mom."

Jean let out a sigh as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"She seems to think so. But I was a real piece of shit when I was younger. I'd feel pretty disingenuous if I ran around pretending I was a Mama's boy when I gave her hell most of my life."

"You feel bad, I guess that's gotta count for something." Reiner replied.

"Oh god. The last thing I need is for you of all people to start pitying me." Jean said with a pained laugh as he threw his head back.

"Alright, alright!" Reiner paused to think. "Okay then. You're a piece of shit and your mom deserves better."

"There we go." Jean grinned as he squeezed Reiner's shoulder.

It was strange. Reiner knows he enjoys spending time with you. However, being with Jean was exhilarating.

As Reiner drove down smoothly, the cool night air hit him as he rolled down the window. He and Jean shared occasional bursts of laughter or glances at anecdotes after they stuffed themselves silly.

"Okay, you won me over. The burger place was alright but maybe it's cos that paper mache they put on a plate didn't even make a dent in my hunger."

"That shit was heavy!" Reiner protested. "Maybe you just got a carnivorous appetite."

Reiner Braun wasn't the piece of shit Jean Kirstein thought he was. He was used to the big man on campus. And he would've rather died before admitting it, but deep down he wanted what Reiner had.

The way all the girls on campus fawned over him. The way all the guys wanted to be him. He was a little envious of the way even you had fallen for Reiner.

This massive estate, the adoration from other students when he scored a touchdown. Reiner was the type of guy who'd go down in history. His name would live on whilst Jean would probably remain insignificant.

Reiner knows he shouldn't have done it. But he couldn't help it. The way Jean was looking at him whilst he was lost in the middle of a train of thought, it made sense. The moment Jean froze as their lips met, he was regretting it.

"I'm-"

Jean grabbed the sides of Reiner's face, crushing his lips against him and the two began to move in sync, tasting each other.

Jean let the kiss linger for a moment.

Reiner tentatively slid his tongue between Jean's lips and into his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of his tongue. His breathing quickened, lost in the feeling of their mouths dancing together.

However, the accidental brushing of Reiner's hand against the crotch of Jean's pants emitted a soft gasp from Jean's lips.

Jean's eyes wrenched open, in absolute horror when the reality sunk in. He was making out with Reiner in a car. Just like all the other girls on campus.

Breaking the kiss immediately, Reiner was startled by Jean's reaction.

"Shit..! Sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"The kiss or you groping my dick?!" Jean barked, on edge and flustered as his lips tingled.

"I ain't a creep, I wouldn't do that unless you let me..!" Reiner shot back, paralysed in fear at the idea that he accidentally went too far.

Jean's ground his teeth as he clenched his jaw. He could not believe Reiner had him whimpering in his mouth like a little bitch.

"Just...drive us home and pretend this never happened." Jean settled on, averting his gaze.

A painfully awkward drive back, Jean marched out of the car leaving Reiner alone with his thoughts.

Reiner always had some sort of attraction to Jean. But he figured it was something insignificant in his life. Attractive people are everywhere.

But he doesn't even remember a time where somebody he was sticking his dick in even bothered to talk to him the way Jean did.

Wracked with guilt, Jean's chest caved in. He descended down the winding hallways and headed over to your bedroom.

He let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, comforted at the sight of your figure in the bed.

As he clambered into your bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on the top of your head. It wasn't meant as a romantic or sexual thing.

Even if Jean was a mean kid, whenever the two of you spent the night as youngsters it was something he became accustomed to.

He stopped when you both hit puberty and he began to push you away. But now he needed your comfort more than ever.

"Is that you, Jean..?" You murmured, voice heavy with sleep as you smelt his familiar woody scent.

Jean blinked a few times as he let out a sigh and pulled you close against him.

"Yeah, it's me."

"We haven't hugged like this since middle school.." You giggled as you turned to hug him so the two of you were chest to chest.

His heartbeat quickened as he felt your body pressed against him. Holding you tight, he buried his face into the nape of your neck. Shame still weighing on him.

"Will you always love me?"

"Love you how?" You replied, eyes still shut as you nestled further into his broad chest.

A long pause settled over the two of you.

Jean wanted to say how he truly felt, but the words simply couldn't come out of his mouth.

"Whatever way you may love me, will you always love me?"

"I promise." You murmured as you drifted back to sleep.

Jean was absolutely thrown off when he woke up. The first thing that played in his mind and hit him like a truck was Reiner kissing him.

How the hell did that even happen? He knew good and well he would never in a million years make the first move on Reiner of all people.

He loathed him.

Right?

"She's just my birth giver in a sense."

Jean immediately groaned as he pulled his pillow over his head, and yelled into the mattress, voice muffled.

Why was he feeling sorry for this dickhead?!

And how much of a manwhore was he? How could he like two women at the same time? And then along came stupid Reiner Braun.

Did Reiner even think of how awkward kissing him would've made this trip? It would've been easier if it was just the two of them hating each other's guts and fighting over you.

Now Jean's mind was a whirlwind.

He leaned down to tentatively sniff the pillow you had rested your head. Letting out a sigh of relief as the fabric was still tinged with your shampoo that had an airy floral fragrance.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Reiner called out as Jean approached the both of you in the garden.

Usually Jean liked to apply pomade in his hair but he arrived outside with serious bedhead after a shower.

This entire estate was unnerving him and he had horrid sleep. Tossing and turning, waking up almost every hour. He had no clue what had gotten into him.

He felt slightly relieved to see you, even though you ran off with Reiner this morning.

"Eat shit and die, Reiner." Jean grumbled as he flopped on the deck chair, lowering the sunglasses to obscure his face.

"Hey, Jean. Reiner was just showing me how to throw axes."

"And why on Earth do you need to know how to throw an axe, Xena Warrior Princess?" Jean snorted.

"It's a test of strength." Reiner chuckled as he tossed the mini axe in the air spinning and caught it. "You want a go? You got some guns on you."

You snorted.

Despite Jean making it clear he hated Reiner and did not want to be there, Reiner never shied away from showering Jean with compliments. Which only seemed to piss Jean off even more.

The rest of the day went fairly slow. There wasn't much to do despite the estate being massive. You and Jean received a small tour from Reiner but even he barely knew what all these grand rooms were for.

Jean was a little confused as to why Reiner had returned back to his douchebag self. In the car when he had freaked out, Reiner seemed genuinely apologetic.

Now he was acting as if nothing happened. Nevertheless, if Reiner was going to pretend that it never happened, it worked splendidly for Jean.

How the hell would you have reacted if you found out he kissed Reiner?

Evening fell and Reiner decided to bring the both of you a little outside of the actual mansion.

"We own tonnes of land. Most of it just kinda was just forgotten about." Reiner chuckled.

The heat was a lot more relentless in the evening, prompting the boys to go shirtless with baggy shorts with the material you'd see for swimming.

You had an inkling Reiner wanted something that would look painted on since the man loved to streak whenever there was a party but it wasn't worth the chafing.

"Yeah, totally relatable." Jean snarked as he nudged your shoulder.

Your hands brushed against the tall stalks of grass as you admired the wildflowers. Even though you still couldn't rid the sinister feeling, being in nature soothed you a little.

Reiner laid down and patted the space beside him.

"No way." Jean snorted.

"You're such a spoilsport. What's wrong with laying in the grass?" You shot, as you followed Reiner's instruction and settled down, crossing your legs.

"What if a centipede crawls up my ass?!" Jean barked.

"Just be real cautious." Reiner chuckled as he rested his head on top of his arms. "You been so uptight this whole time. I know just the thing that'll cheer you up!"

Reiner fumbled around the pockets of his shorts and brandished out a packet of tabs.

"No way. I am not dropping acid, are you crazy?!" Jean exclaimed as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

You were on board for most of Reiner's antics but even this made you a little cautious as you peered at it.

"Oh don't start getting all Mormon on me. I seen you hotboxing enough times at my parties." Reiner chuckled.

"Yeah, some bud! What the hell makes you think I'd jump to acid straight away, you lunatic?!"

"Look, the worst that could happen is a bad trip alright? And if that happens we'll take care of you, right baby?" Reiner grinned as he slapped his hand onto your bare thigh causing you to squeak.

Jean's eyes slit at the interaction.

"Are you taking it?" He questioned you. His sternness made you shrink under his gaze.

The urge to cave in was overwhelming for him.

"...Yeah."

"Fine. But if I start seeing things and freaking out, I expect you to be my anchor because I don't know what the hell I'm doing." Jean muttered.

"Attaboy..." Reiner chuckled, pleased with himself. "Open up."

"You trying to make it weird?" Jean said as he quirked an eyebrow, not exactly scrambling away at the small pill on the pad of Reiner's thumb sliding along Jean’s own tongue.

"Shit was already weird, buddy."

"So...I just swallow?"

Reiner nodded.

"Yup. Just swallow."

"Jeez, get a room." You burst into hysterics.

“If only you knew.” Jean grimaced as that thought flashed through his kind.

The drug ran through everyone's bloodstreams, and the tenseness seemed to fade away. Jean began to doze off onto you.

Reiner couldn't help but notice the worry etched into your features as Jean's head rested on your lap. His breathing was even, and the whites of his eyes were showing as they were half lidded.

"He's fine, okay?" He said in a reassuring tone as he rubbed your shoulder.

"Does it makes you sleepy?" You questioned.

"Depends on the person." Reiner shrugged. "Some get hyper, some get mellow."

There was a twinge of jealousy at how much concern you were showing towards Jean. Or even the fact he wanted Jean on his lap.

He was hurt by Jean acting as if nothing happened last night. But there was no way of addressing it without it being awkward.

What was the end game of it all? The three of you were ensnared in some sort of web of complication. Two guys crushing on a girl isn't hard to understand. But the intentions were muddled.

Reiner sleeps with you. You were doing it out of spite but had a soft spot for Reiner but now Reiner is starting to view Jean in a completely different light. And if it was possible, he wants to continue it.

How would you react if Reiner dropped the bomb he kissed Jean? It'd probably hurt you since he knew you had feelings for Jean and in a way, Reiner convinced you that he was somebody you could rely on.

Sighing, he shook his head. Opting for small talk to distract himself for the conundrum.

"How you likin' everything so far?" Reiner finally asked, in an attempt to move the question away from Jean.

"It's a little fun."

"C'mon, you don't gotta lie to me. Why'd you think I brought guests?"

"Alright, it is kinda boring. But I get it. I'd wanna live somewhere like here. Warm n lotsa grass." You murmured as you basked in the sun rays.

Jean awoke to a start in the pitch black room, practically sinking into the plush mattress. The only light was slivers of moonlight and the shadows of trees rustling, which did little to calm him.

His heart was hammering, and goosebumps and hair had risen all across his arms and legs. When he had swallowed the tab, he remembered being drowsy.

He rememberd resting on your warm and plush thighs. You and Reiner's conversation seemed to be warbled to his ears. His throat was like sandpaper, the only thing on his mind was the thirst.

As he rose up, he immediately let out a deep groan as he clutched his head. The swirling colors and distorted shapes in his vision were making him dizzy and disorientated.

He was still high, it hadn't worn off.

Gripping the bed post, he steadied himself, feet beginning to drag as it took all his might to push the door without losing balance and hurling himself across the wooden planks.

He staggered through the mazelike halls, his footfall booming like distant thunder in the immense emptiness of the mansion.

The sole thought on his mind was how relieved he would be when water slid down his throat, reminiscent of parched riverbed, cracked and barren.

The air was heavy with suffocating silence, broken only by the faint sound of his own ragged breaths echoing through the tremendous halls.

Figures flashed and danced about the edges of his vision, their contorted forms twisting and contorting in a hideous pantomime of insanity, causing him to rush around like a skittish animal.

He froze when he heard water trickling.

The door was slightly ajar and Jean was blasted to the sight of Reiner in the tub. The warm candles glinted off the bathtub's gleaming porcelain surface and gilded clawfoot legs.

His eyes were transfixed onto the scene unfolding in front of him.

The blond's head tilted back as grunts fell from his lips. His hand stroking his shaft. And for some reason, Jean could not look away.

The beads of sweat trickling down Reiner's neck, the deep and guttural grunts from deep within his chest. The sounds caused Jean to fall into a state of confusion.

Why was this making his own cock stir?

He bit his tongue as if to anchor himself. This is creepy. This is wrong.

What would happen if Reiner caught him watching like a creep? If it was before everything, he assumed Reiner was the average neanderthal meathead jock. Probably would've pummelled him.

But this was after. After the heart to heart in the car. After the kiss. He wanted to join. He wasn't sure what had happened but somehow Reiner winked at him and instantly vanished.

Now Jean was on his knees, skin soaked from the left over droplets and suds. Thick, slimy fluids down the drain.

It would quench his thirst, as he lowered his head, tongue gliding across the ceramic surface and the salty remnants of Reiner's lust coated his tongue.

Jean hated that he could not hate that pretty boy.

author’s note: did he…really do that? 🫣 up to your interpretation tee hee but i needed to put the infamous scene from the movie HA

#aot x reader #aot smut #reiner braun x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot x female reader #aot x y/n #aot angst #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #snk x reader

[seawitchkaraoke]

Doc: intricate complicated redstone, exploiting the way the game calculates tnt flying at a 45 degree angle to literall make it move through blocks, to cause physical damage to mumbo's base and emotional damage to Grian + super complicated redstone machine, capturing wither skulls to make them float over Scar's base

Grian and Scar HoTgUy and poultry man: CHICKENS!

It's sooo funny, it's absolutely hilarious, they're all having so much fun and so am i, Grian and Scar confused, impressed ''how did he even do this?'' staring at the redstone and the wither skulls, Doc, laughing through his disbelief ''who would be so ruthless?'', they're impressed with the creativity and the redstone skill, he's impressed by the daring, the utter gall, there's nothin technically intricate about setting up chicken egg dispensers, you don't need more than Grian's two braincells for this, Doc targets Grian's friendship with mumbo and Grian says ''oh yeah speaking off, you know what I pranked mumbo with way back when? i'll do that to you but worse'' Grian says 'chicken'' and Doc says ''what??'', he can't believe they'd do this, they're lagging out the entire server, Doc made sure to save the schematics for mumbo's base before blowing it up, they're two entirely different genres of villians, they're having the best time

the best fencer in the world doesn't fear the second best one, he fears someone who's never held a sword before

Grian can't do ridiculous redstone. But he knows the very basics of how dispensers work and he knows chicken and that's enough

#hermitcraft #grian #gtws #docm77

[elsweetheart]

pls ignore if you aren’t taking requests but yanno how Isabel was like “using violence for me is actually one of my love languages” !

imagine reader being at a party or smth and a guy (derogatory) is just being the worst and hazel like. fully punches him or whatever and it kinda catches reader off guard because ??? hazel??? but anyway she’s so hot

no because aaaaaaaaaaaa screams aaaaaaaaaa

she’s trying to focus on the conversation she’s having, but her head keeps turning towards you, watching you. is that guy bothering you? you’re smiling, but it’s tight lipped and polite and she can’t work out the words he’s saying to you, but she can tell it can’t be very pleasant. you’re shaking your head, trying to peel his hand off your arm, wincing at how hard he’s grabbing it. he gets more grabby, more in your face, and hazel doesn’t even realise she’s walking towards the two of you until she’s right there, hearing you say. “can you stop, please?”

she doesn’t think, yanking the guys shoulder with enough force to spin him around and socks him directly in the cheek, sending him tumbling and crashing. “she said stop!” she yells as she does so, the commotion attracting everyone’s attention— gasps ringing around the room like an echo. the guy clutches his cheek, directing some expletives towards the brunette masc before stumbling off drunkly to bother someone else. hazel was surprised and relieved at this, thinking she may of had to actually fight this guy from the universities football team which in hindsight was an awful idea.

“are you okay?” your voice cuts through the commotion and she’s looking at you again, shaking her fist, eyes softening. me? she thinks.

“wh— yeah? he was like, bothering you, right?” she yells over the noise of the party, brain lagging when you take her hand gently, looking at her bright red knuckles. that was so unlike hazel, it makes something stir in your stomach, overwhelmed with the need to show your gratitude to your hero. you loop her fingers with yours and drag her into the kitchen where it’s a little quieter, her feet dragging as she pretty much lets you tug her wherever you want, still a little dazed with hearts in her eyes for you.

you run her hand under the cold tap, looking at her. she avoids your eyes for a moment before braving it, breathing out a nervous chuckle.

“you’re brave hazel. thanks for lookin’ after me.” you smile sweetly and she melts, because of course she’d look after you? you’re you?

“oh, it’s nothin’.” she shrugs casually and what she thinks is heroically but it makes you giggle, and that makes her giggle. “hurt like a bitch though.” she adds, tone a little more honest.

“oh for sure, that’s gonna bruise.” you respond, and the laughter dies out, just staring at eachother. she suddenly lurches forward, free hand cupping your face and smashes her lips against yours, so hard she nearly breaks your nose. it catches you off guard but you kiss her back, before she suddenly pulls away, shocked expression on her face. what was with her today? had she switched her brain off?

“oh god i’m— i shouldn’t have just— i’m sorry—” she chokes out, busying herself with turning off the tap and drying her hand. a smile spreads across your face, classic hazel, and gently touch her arm, stilling her. you say nothing, just cradle her head gently this time, pulling her back in for another kiss.

#anon #hazel callahan prompt #hazel callahan drabble #hazel callahan fluff

[ask-the-ragdoll]

Headcanon: when the digital circus experiences a lag, it gives everyone the same feeling as being intoxicated. Caine usually suggests everyone goes to their rooms and sleeps it off but “ to each their own!”

Server Lag

One day when a lag hits, Pomni gets an unexpected visit to her room. (Ragatha X Pomni, nothin too spicy, just kissing and being massive gays)

Pomni shuffles into her bed. Her entire, very empty, room is spinning around her. “ A Lag,” is what Caine called it. Living in the digital circus came with a lot of new territory, and lags were certainly one of them.

She could almost … vaguely recall this feeling from a time before she put the headset on and got stuck here. As if she had maybe experienced this feeling before. It made her feel dazed, silly, and even overly confident but… the room was spinning a bit too much for her to want to leave and test her newfound bravery.

Pomni slouches down against her pillow, and shuts her eyes. Maybe sleeping this off was her best bet. But right as she found herself comfortable, there was a soft rapping at her door. Soft almost like… someone was wearing an oven mitt, and trying to knock.

“Hey… Pomni.” It was Ragatha’s voice. “Can I come in?” Her words were a little sloshed together, but understandable nonetheless. Pomni felt a little jolt of … something in her chest. Fear? Anxiety?…

…Excitement…?

“Shure , just a.. second!” She managed to sputter out, clumsily getting up from her bed and shuffling wobbly over to the door. She opened it, and Ragatha stumbled inside, bumping right into Pomni.

“S… sorry! I don’t norm..ly. Do this…” Ragatha laughs nervously.

“Is everything okay Ragatha?” Pomni manages to squeak out. Took a lot of focus for that one. Her heart feels as though it’s going to pound right out of her chest.

“Yeah, I’m… okay! I just.. I really wanted… to see you?”

“M…me?” If she didn’t know any better, she would have guessed her heart had officially punched through her chest and leapt into Ragatha’s lap.

As she spoke, Ragatha walked to the back of the room, where Pomni’s bed was, and sat softly onto it. Pomni followed, almost without thinking about it, and sat next to Ragatha.

“Yeah I just… I know you’re so new to all of thish…and I wanted to keep you company…”

Pomni could feel her face get a little warm. There was a significant pause.

“Even though I… ran away from you when you were hurt?…” that one felt like a thought got away from her head and flew right out of her mouth. Pomni raises her hands to her lips and shuts her eyes tight, as if shielding herself from her own words. Or maybe the answer?

“I was… a little upset at first but.. I understand you were scared. I was there once too.” Ragatha’s voice, despite her words being sort of fumbled together like mismatched letter magnets on a fridge, was warm… it was soft. Pomni’s heart beat slowed down, even if just a little bit.

“I’m still, so sorry, Ragatha.”

“Pomni… it’s really okay.” A soft laugh escaped Ragatha’s mouth.

Ragatha was suddenly leaning closer than Pomni had ever seen her before. Pomni was close enough to see every individual stitch in her seams, every notch of curled red hair, even the rouge on her lips —

“Pomni…” Ragatha’s voice wasn’t more than a whisper now. She raised a plush hand to Pomni’s bright red face, and stroked her cheek gently.

“Geez, you’re so beautiful.” Ragatha added, so very softly. Her voice was velvety, even if her words were still pretty mumbled.

Pomni wanted to say something. Something like. “Hey Ragatha, are you just being nice right now?” You know, like Ragatha is. But Pomni’s mouth was moving faster than her mind now. And she couldn’t stop staring at Ragatha’s lips.

“Can I kiss yo- ” almost as soon as Pomni asks, Ragatha pulls her close to her face, kissing her. It’s quick, but it’s so soft… soft but urgent, like Ragatha has wanted this for… a long time. The fabric on her palms trail down Pomni’s spine and urge her closer, as she presses her forehead against hers.

“Yes.” Ragatha chuckles softly.

Pomni’s face is a shade of cherry now. Suddenly, it’s like all of her anxiety has just melted away. Suddenly, all she can see is Ragatha, and her soft gaze, and her lavender scent… and..

Pomni tugs her closer, kissing her deeply this time. She can feel Ragatha smile against her lips, and playfully, but gently bite them. Everything feels like a blur around her. The only thing she can feel is Ragatha’s hands, her warm body, her urgent, deep, but gentle kisses.

They fall against the bed, entangled in one another, and for the first time since putting on the headset, Pomni is laughing. She is smiling… she is genuinely joyful, and feeling so many things…

“Ragatha… I know it’s stupid… but I like you so much.” Pomni exhales finally. Ragatha runs the back of her hand against Pomni’s face, smiling so gently…

“It’s not stupid. I like you so much, too.” Her voice is so warm.

The two laugh gently, when there’s a sudden turning of the doorknob. Jax peeks his head in, with his usual shit-eating grin.

“Oh. Hey ladies. Having a sleepover?” He sounds almost unaffected by the lag?

“J-Jax!!!” Ragatha stutters. It’s only then that Pomni realizes she’s in her lap. Without even thinking, she hides her face into Ragatha’s neck, hoping the lavender scent will make Jax disappear or something.

“Well, I just came by to tell you the lag ended a half hour ago… but you gals have fun with each other!” And just like that, he shuts the door and zips off. Ragatha glares in the direction of the door, then turns back to Pomni.

“H-how long have we been… doing this???” Pomni stutters.

“Honestly??? Who cares?” Ragatha laughs gently.

“I enjoyed every moment of it. Did you?” She continues.

Pomni, still flustered, nods very fast against Ragatha’s neck. She can feel Ragatha’s soft, plush hands stroking her hair soothingly.

“C..can we stay like this for a while?” Pomni finally musters out.

“Of course, New Stuff.” Ragatha croons.

#drabble #short fanfic #tadc pomni #tadc #tadc fanfiction #the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #pomni x ragatha #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #Ragatha #buttonblossom #ragapom #tadc headcanon #ragatha x pomni

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 39

hey friends! back again already with another chapter! and an invite to my writing discord, although honestly the chat's a little dull because i'm not so good at the initiating conversation. it's been strictly fnaf up until now but don't let that turn y'all away!

if y'all join please don't post movie spoilers!

anyway here's the link: https://discord.gg/pCkMQmpYFY

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@sovereign-of-succ

You watched in awe as a screen seemed to pop up out of nowhere just off to the left of you, solid enough to see a frontal view of the boys in their karts at the starting line, but not enough to block your view of anything behind it (should anything exciting happen). While it was true technology was always advancing, sometimes it just completely blew you out of the water.

Large, unseen speakers suddenly flipped on - you could hear the buzz of the feedback - and music suddenly began playing, loud and clearly indicative of the imminent start of the race. The camera cut to each of the boys’ faces, and you couldn’t help but grin at them in their karts.

Junior looked incredibly determined in the midsized kart you’d requested for him; his brows were furrowed, lips pressed together with the corners of his mouth dipped down, and he was gripping his steering wheel tightly. Next to him was Morton, sitting in his tiny kart, with a wide, goofy grin across his snout and his shoulders hunched in a more relaxed posture. Ludwig was on the other side of Morton, in that large kart, and although he seemed relaxed and neutral, his arms were practically straight as he held the wheel, betraying his nerves of this practice race.

Three.

Two.

One.

All three of the boys took off at the same time, hurtling toward the thwomps at startling speed. Your eyes were glued to them until they barreled through the item blocks and sped under the falling stones and out of sight - at which point you quickly looked toward the screen.

The feeling of Bowser’s arm moving around you forced your attention away just as Morton, just barely lagging behind the others, threw a red shell. You looked down to see your king opening the letter you had forgotten about; he didn’t seem worried about keeping it from you, so you didn’t feel bad about reading it when he unfolded it.

Son,

I just wanted to remind you how proud I am of you and of the monarch you’ve grown into. There’s no one who can truly match you - not even Peach herself. And, speaking of, congrats on finally getting over her! Although I think we both know you have been for a while and just didn’t want to admit it. In any case, now it seems that you found someone you truly care about instead of mere infatuation, and it seems she actually feels the same.

I can guarantee that there won’t be an end to dealings with Peach, but hopefully going forward things are more planned… you know how she likes it when that red-themed bastard chases her. Hopefully now it’ll be better for everyone considering you’ve swayed that sweet little handmaiden to you. Just don’t forget that even if you two don’t end up married, your time with her will always be worth it!

Anyway. Expect a cake in your room after dinner.

Hopefully I get another grandkid, Love Dad

By the time you were done reading, your face and neck were burning from the deep-set blush. Another grandkid? Bowser already had eight kids, but apparently Kamek wanted one from you!

Bowser chuffed above you, his tail flicking against the back of the chair. “Idiot,” he mumbled. “Don’t listen to him, li’l lady. He’s just a whore for grandkids, apparently; there won’t be no surprises here. I’m not tryna trap you or nothin’.”

“Even though we didn’t use protection?” You swallowed a bit and glanced down at your stomach. Was it even possible for him to get you pregnant, given your species difference?

He rumbled softly, lightly nuzzling your temple, and your hand went up to his muzzle. Although he didn’t say anything, you understood he was making that promise to you - there wouldn’t be an unexpected kid until you and he were both ready.

But then, were you just supposed to hope you didn’t get pregnant from this first time? You could feel your heartbeat starting to quicken as the fear of getting pregnant because you weren’t thinking right during a moment of passion sunk in. Bowser rumbled again, this time a deeper sound, and kept nuzzling you.

“Easy, sweetheart. My magikoopas will make sure nothin’ happens, okay?” he cooed softly.

You nodded slowly and forced yourself to relax against him, returning your eyes to the screen as he tucked the letter back into the envelope. Based on the miniature map in the corner, the boys were almost done with their first lap out of three, although you couldn’t see them with your own eyes just yet. It looked like Ludwig was currently in the lead, but the other two weren’t too far behind. It could turn out to be anyone’s race still.

You’d just have to trust that things would turn out okay. You had yet to have any reason not to trust him, after all - he’d kept the trust you put in him so far, after all. Down to getting rid of Rodney permanently.

“Big man?” you murmured, your hand still on his muzzle.

“Don’tcha mean Dadd-”

“Bowser, I’m being serious.”

“Ah… yeah, sweetheart?”

You smiled a little, gently rubbing his snout a bit before you brought your hand down to scratch just under that cleft chin of his. “I’m really glad you kidnapped me.” Your eyes didn’t leave the screen until the boys finally came screeching around that second-to-final corner, on the straight where the spinning fire was.

Predictably, he leaned his head into the scratches. “I borrowed ya,” he corrected in a mumble. A faint swishing sound behind you gave away his wagging tail. “And I fully intended to give ya back.”

You chuckled as you watched the karts hurtling toward the start of their second lap, even giggling as Ludwig narrowly (and unknowingly) missed a green shell thrown by Junior. You did know enough about racing to know that no one was in danger, not really, despite the surprisingly violent nature of some of the items. Did you know how most of it worked? No! But knowing that would potentially take some of the awe away, and you were just fine not knowing.

“Intended, past tense,” you pointed out with a soft, pleased hum. “Not anymore?”

He scoffed, or at least tried to while getting chin scratches. “I mean, you don’t seem too keen on leavin’ anyway… besides, I got a selfish reputation - I am a king, y’know - so…”

You moved your hand a little to the side and he moved his head to accommodate the new scritch location, allowing you to place a sweet kiss on his muzzle. His eyes popped open in surprise, and he glanced at you, blushing in surprise. You, however, kept your eyes on the screen, though you could see it in your peripherals.

Admittedly, seeing him blush was adorable. It was probably the same reason why he liked to make you blush so much.

Bowser didn’t say anything as he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your head against his as you watched a red shell (thrown by Junior) hit Ludwig and flip his kart right at the start of the second lap. Junior and Morton both flew by the eldest koopaling into a nice lead, but it still could end up anyone’s race.

You settled against Bowser to watch, grinning. This was turning out to be a really nice afternoon.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros #fanfiction #fanfic

[zangren-signal]

Howdy employees, consumers, citizens... got some tough news for y'all... We seem to be havin' some kinda economic crash, ain't like nothin' we've seen before. I ain't got a clue what's goin' on, so... we're goin' live to the stock exchange, have a looksee what's goin' on, and have a talk with my stockbroker, Nixeng. Nixeng, ya there?

"Howdy boss... as you can see, its kinda chaos down here. I'll try and make sense of this for you and everyone watching... In the past five hours we've seen systems get overloaded, crash, go offline, and restart. I figure the systems just couldn't handle the speed some of these changes went at, it lagged out and had to restart to catch up. Techies are on the job to make sure something like this doesn't happen again. Anyway, to the meat of it... The value of the stocks of some of the biggest tech companies in the Oligarchy have fallen well beyond what coulda been expected. And in its place, the value of a new start up company's stocks has skyrocketed. Folks are panicking, selling their stocks in the declining companies and buying into the growth of the new. But where this new company, Ascension Co, comes from isn't clear. We know the company's leader registered anonamously and for the past week or so they've been following really good stock options, making a lot of zies. As for the company itself, all we know is that its new, legitimate and authenticated... otherwise it wouldn't be on the exchange... and it's marked as specialising in technology, machinery, electronics, and computing software and hardwear. Personally, I don't think there's anything to worry about. Some savvy businesszangren out there just knows how to play the stock exchange and decided to get more involved. Out with the old and in with the new... and don't you worry either, boss... I've already gone ahead and cut you free from those sinking ships and put you in for the stocks in the rocketing Ascension Co. My advice to folks out there is to cash out and buy in, now."

Well... thank ya for lookin' out for me, Nixeng. Yer a star. We needed some fresh blood in the tech game, but ain't this gonna cause some massive problems?

"Well yeah... lots of Zangren are gonna be out of the job, lots of companies are gonna liquidate their assets. Other companies are gonna have to change over their tech industry suppliers. The value of the zie is gonna drop... a lot... for a time. Other industries are gonna feel the ripples of that, ain't nothing gonna be left uneffected. There's gonna be growing pains, but that's the cost of business. Another piece of advice I can give is buy gold pressed zies... those ain't going no where."

Ah! No worries... I got a ton of that, I'm safe, unlike viewers watchin' who haven't yet bought gold pressed zies. Thanks, Nixeng, I'll see ya around. Looks like that's it folks, prepare for big changes and try not to panic. And like he said, buy gold pressed zies! Buy now! BUY! Bye!

#peritainia #stellaris rp

[twilightmalachite]

Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: The Itsuki's House Cellar

Several hours later. In the storage cellar of the Itsuki household villa…

Mika: Zzz, zzz…♪

(…Nnah? Oh shoot, I fell asleep!)

(I’m a bit jet-lagged from travelin’ back and forth between Japan and France, huh… It’s also strangely dim an’ quiet here, so I got sleepy.)

(Ummm, ahh, looks like several hours have passed already. Anyone other than family was too much in the end, so I had t’stay back.)

(Are ya doin’ okay alone, Oshi-san?)

(But well, I am nothin’ more than jus’ a freeloader, I honestly don’t have any right to meddle into family affairs…)

(I remember this, this feelin’ slightly alienated.)

(Nothin’ I can do about that, though. I’m not Oshi-san’s family.)

Mika: (… …)

(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)

(I’ll reply sayin’, “All is good~, I’m a lil’ jet-lagged and slept”.)

(“Right now, Oshi-san’s talkin’ to his family about what actually happened with his Grandfather.”)

(“From what Oshi-san’s sayin’, it doesn’t seem his Grandfather’s actually passed away, or anythin’ that serious.”)

(“Simply another of his lies, so t’speak.”)

(“But, it’s been a while and he’s still not back yet, I wonder if there’s trouble. I’m kinda worried…” …Hm, writin’ somethin’ like this will have Nazuna-nii worryin’ too.)

(“Seems like everythin’s all good here, so don’t worry too much.” …There. ♪)

(“Thank ya fer carin’ about me. Even though you have nothin’ to do with us anymore, Nazuna-nii.”)

(…Wait, treatin’ Nazuna-nii like a stranger like this might get him depressed.)

(Nnah~… I’m no good at this no matter how hard I try at it. I just wanna give a normal reply.)

(Well, that’s good, I’ll send… There. ♪)

(…I have nothin’ left to do.)

(Oshi-san told me to pass the time by rummaging through the things here as I wish…)

(But what kinda place is this? A storage room? Though I heard that when Oshi-san was a child, he sorta made it into his own room at his convenience.)

(Originally, the cellar was made for his madman Grandfather to toss any junk he collected elsewhere into. There really are quite a lotta strange things in here.)

(I also have a habit of pickin’ up and collectin’ junk too, so I feel like I understand his Grandfather a bit more…)

(Or maybe, that’s why Oshi-san told me to wait here.)

(Heheh. Allow me t’appreciate the collection of a “like-minded” fellow!)

(Ahaha, all the junk here’s is splendid… At the Antique Market, I heard somethin’ about how they often sell off valuables here.)

(Hm? Whats this, a book with a lock? Is this somethin’ like a diary?)

(What an unusual dial lock… It’s inscribed with letters instead of numbers. So it’ll open if ya spell out a certain word?)

(It’s like solvin’ a riddle! That’s interestin’. I’ll use my spare time tryin’ t’solve it.)

(Though it’s someone else’s diary, so I shouldn’t look at it. Even if I do unlock it, I won’t be able t’see what’s inside, but… Hmmm, I wonder if I can find any hints anywhere.)

(Hm~… There’s ain’t anythin’ written on the cover.)

(Oh, but there’s a book over there with the same type of bindin’ as this (alleged) diary!)

(Let’s see, this one has a title of sorts written on it… “The Taming of the Shrew”[1]?)

(I wish I were more educated, I can’t get a hint from this at all.)

Shu: —What are you messing around with?

Mika: Nnaaah!?

Y-y, ya scared meee! Don’t suddenly talk from behind me like that, I thought my heart would jump outta my mouuuth!

Shu: Hmph. If you don’t want to lose your vital organs, you better sew your mouth shut, then.

More importantly, Kagehira, things have gotten a bit troublesome… I’d like to ask for your assistance, if you don’t mind.

Mika: Nnah? Of course I don’t! I’ll always be of use to ya, Oshi-san~♪

Hm, huh? I just realized yer holdin’ Mado-nee in yer arms.

Don’t ya keep her somewhere safe whenever you gotta hurry back home like this, so ya don’t scratch her when movin’ about? Usually?

Shu: Hmph. I thought you had grown, but you’re still lacking when it comes to aesthetics.

This child here is not Mademoiselle. Although, she does look quite similar, doesn’t she?

I’d like to discuss some things with you, including that, so let’s move elsewhere. It’s unbearably dusty here.

It reminds me of when I was a child, when I was foolish and helpless, you see.

Mika: … …

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1. A comedy written by Shakespeare. The plot depicts the story of Petruchio, the male lead, and the female lead Katherina, a stubborn "shrew" who is unwilling to respond to his courtship. The plot involves the "taming" of her through various methods to try to turn her into an obedient bride. I recommend reading a more detailed synopsis if you want to catch the small hints/references throughout the story!

#raison d’être #raison d'etre #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #event #translation

[noflashlights]

yoooo they got nothin but lag in times square rn

#amazing #yes i sat here watching a new york livestream on my birthday evening #just to watch justin pop up for 5 seconds #nothinbutlag #supermega

[cheesyjester]

I seriously hate my tablet friggin thing is a piece of shit can't do nothin without the whole damn thing lagging out and tripping on me every five seconds I swear to god I'm going to toss it out a window or smash it with a hammer one of these days

Ggggrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Dem thing

[ariseri]

bug (バグ ) - kariki bear (revised)

so lost, so lost, i’m surrounded, can’t look past papapara-paranoi”A”

buzzing, buzzing, watch it make MY HEART crash papapara-paranoi”A”

closed my, closed my, own escape to run from papapara-paranoi”A”

sad, so, sad, oh, bow your head, look up and [ ] papapala-paranoi”D”

it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging t-t-tag, lies of talents are too bad well, pea-pea-pealing my emotions to the trash

this pain is screaming out; oh no, oh no, oh no, i hate it, hate it, hate it!

oh! i’m screaming, an emotional drop of pa-paranoi”A”! screaming out my muffled voice, drowning but going spinny-spin oh! i’m driven to a corner, but i’ll fail no matter what i do! i see, i’m sinking-sinking, oh no, oh no, oh no!

it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging your love is failing-ailing, oh no, oh no, oh no! it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging a feeble so-weak answer, oh no, oh no, oh no! i hate it, hate it, hate it!

going spinny… it cracks! i know i’m gonna fail, 3 seconds until i start to spin (twirling, crazy, crazy, crazy)

ah, it cracks! hear the warning, yeah, i’m totally gonna fail; look at me, my feetsies are tied (twirling, crazy, crazy, crazy)

this pain, it is so chronic…? aha!

held tight, held tight, is a child that they don’t like papapara-paranoi”A”

good kid, good kid, guess who you’ve caused delight it’s the adminis[traitor], ah

it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging l-l-lag, the runtime lag l-l-log, a log of defiance a b-b-bug, pappapala papa paranoi”A”, pa-paranoi”A”, pa-paranoi”A”- AAAHHH!!

oh! i’m screaming, emotional drop of pa-paranoi”A”! every direction i see, it only leads me to spin- mania⚠ i’m reaching my brain’s limits, and i think i’m going insane! left in this dark to fail, but we’re playing peak-a-boo! peak-a-BOO; here’s the failure!

oh! i’m screaming, an emotional drop of pa-paranoi”A”! screaming out my muffled voice, drowning but going spinny-spin oh! i’m driven to a corner, but i’ll fail no matter what i do! i’m frozen into nothin’, oh no, oh no, oh no!

it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging this sorrow’s so sore, so sore; i hate it, hate it, hate it! it’s bu-bug-bugging, i’m bu-bu-bug-bugging my reason is trapped in darkness, i hate it, hate it, hate it! but now, but now, but now! i hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it all!

#vocaloid #translyrics #hatsune miku #project sekai #bug #kariki bear #last translyrics i'm revising #...for now #these ones are actually really different DFGTHUI

[mc395686]

Yes this is still happening (big paper art should be posted tomorrow or Wednesday fingers crossed)

Also if u don’t know I’m making a new SDMP member out of paper each week the server is active

#sdmp #mcyt

[yyumemika]

A Premature Burial Episode 5

A Premature Burial 

Episode 5 

Season: Winter

Characters: Mika, Shu

(Several hours later. Itsuki family villa storage room) 

Mika: Snore, snore…♪

(…Nnah? Uh~ oh, I fell asleep!) 

(I’m all jet lagged from goin’ between France and Japan… It’s weirdly dark n’ quiet in here so I ended up fallin’ asleep.)

(Umm, ah, how long has it been already? After all, I gotta have a bit more restraint since they ain’t my relatives.)

(I wonder if Oshisan’s okay all on his own.)

(Actually, I’m just a plain ol’ freeloader, I had no right to barge in on family matters…) 

(I feel a lil’ left out.)

(Oh well, I ain’t exactly Oshisan’s family.) 

(………)

(…Ah, I jus’ got a message from Nazuna-nii askin’ why I ain’t replied. There’s nothin’ to worry ‘bout.)

(I’ll reply with “I’m okay~ I’m a ‘lil jet lagged so I was sleepin’.”)

(“I think Oshisan’s just talkin’ to his family ‘bout what’s actually happened to his grandfather.”)

(“From what Oshisan said, it doesn’t seem like his grandfather has passed away or anythin’ real serious like that.”) 

(“It was just a so-called ruse or somethin’.”)

(“But, considering Oshisan comin’ home late, I wonder if they’re arguin’ about somethin’? I’m kinda worried…” If I put somethin’ like that I might make Nazuna-nii worried.) 

(“Everythin’s fine over here, so ya don’t gotta worry.” —There♪)

(“Thanks fer being considerate. Even though Nazuna-nii and I ain’t that close anymore.”)

(—Nazuna-nii might get all depressed if I start sayin’ stuff like that an’ actin’ like a stranger.) 

(Nnah~… No matter how long it takes, I’ll never get used to it, I’m so bad at it it’s like a normal conversation.) 

(Oh well, send…♪)

(…I ran outta stuff to do.) 

(Oshisan told me I could kill some time by playin’ with the stuff in here…)

(What room is this, a storage room? Didn’t Oshisan say somethin’ like he used to play in this room as if it were his own when he was a kid?) 

(Wasn’t it originally built for Oshisan’s drunken grandfather to dump all the junk he’d found somewhere or somethin’.  Actually, there’s a lotta weird stuff in here.) 

(I also got a habit of collectin’ junk, so I feel kinda close to his grandfather…) 

(That’s probably why Oshisan told me to wait here.) 

(Hehe. Will ya let me worship yer collection, my “kindred spirit”?) 

(Ahaha. It’s all complete garbage… I heard that some people sell off their stuff for money at the antique market.) 

(Hm? What’s this, a book with a lock on it? It’s a diary, right?) 

(That’s a weird dial-style lock… It’s engraved with the alphabet instead of numbers. Is it the kind that opens if ya put in a specific word?) 

(I gotta solve the puzzle. How fun. It’ll kill some time, so I’ll try solvin’ it.) 

(‘Course I know it’s wrong to look at another person’s diary, so if I can solve it I ain’t gonna look inside… Umm, ain’t there a hint somewhere.) 

(Hm~…There ain’t anythin’ written on the front cover.) 

(Ah. But there’s a book here with the same binding as the diary.) 

(What is this, there’s somethin’ like a title engraved here— “The Taming of the Shrew”?) 

(Hm~? Is the content of this “Taming of the Shrew” a hint to unlock it?) 

(I’m really regrettin’ my lack of education, I don’t get it at all?) 

Shu: —What are you rattling around with? 

Mika: Nnaah!?

Y-y-ya scared me! Don’t speak so suddenly from behind me, I thought my heart was gonna come flyin’ right outta my mouth! 

Shu: Hmph. If you don’t want to lose your internal organs then sew your mouth closed. 

Aside from that, Kagehira, it’s become quite the hassle… Do you mind if I lend your strength? 

Mika: Nnah? Of course! I’ll help Oshisan out anytime~♪

Huh? I just noticed now but, Oshisan, yer holding Mado-nee? 

When ya return home in a hurry like this time, it’d be terrible if she got cracked or something, so don’t ya usually put her away carefully?

Shu: Hmph. I thought you had grown, but you still lack aesthetic sense. 

This isn’t Mademoiselle. But they are very similar in appearance. 

I have some things I would like to discuss with you, so let’s move to another place. It’s dusty in here and I can’t stand it. 

It reminds me of my stupidity and helplessness as a child. 

Mika: ………

#raison d'etre #ensemble stars #enstars #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #english translation

[skyplayssplatoon3]

Advice for Common Battle Struggles:

DISCLAIMER - This is just advice! It is not meant to be a 100% solution or guarantee it'll work every single time, as there are a lot of factors for each battle. It is just how I personally handle things and generally have more success than not!

It will also depend on your weapon; assume a lot of these are for weapons that can move around a lot, as I'm still learning slower/ranged weapons. (Mains of these are welcome to offer their input too!!)

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Fighting Bomb Spammers - This one is tricky, especially if there's multiple. Pay attention to where they are! Bomb spammers like to stay back as they are often not good at actual fighting, so wait for them to aim their bombs towards someone else, then rush in and pressure them HEAVY. I find they don't respond to aggressive play very well, as they're comfortable just staying back in a well inked place and refilling for sub spam.

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Fighting Special Spammers - Pay attention to that icon! Plan your pushes accordingly and know they will always stay back to farm, so mid should be relatively safe. A special spammer does not want to risk losing their meter, so they also likely wont engage in battles. Booyah Aerosprays are especially susceptible to pressure, as the RNG for the Aerospray is atrocious for actual fights unless they REALLY know what they're doing!

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Fighting "Aimbot" Chargers - These are frustrating, I 100% agree with that especially for maps with fewer flanks. If you have bombs, and the charger is picking everyone off so easily, then YOU may have to become the bomb spammer. Never let a charger get comfortable where they are! If you have specials/subs that can disrupt them, target them aggressively. Make them spend more time repositioning than aiming!

Also remember, they can only target one person at a time! If your team is pushing one way, try to sneak/push a different direction! Only one of you goes down at a time.

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Fighting Campers - This one is very map dependent, as most maps don't give you much space to escape. In my experience though, if you have a mobile weapon and can sneak out to the side somewhere, bolt for the middle of the map. Don't turn around, don't fight anyone, just make a RUN for it. When campers realize someone has escaped, 1-2 of them will turn around and chase you, leaving your base a little more open for your team to fight back!

And even if they don't catch you escaping, use "This Way" to coax your teammates to jump out to you to break the camp! (Make sure you are ACTUALLY safe before you do this; check no one is lurking around your spot!)

Beakons are a good sub weapon to keep in mind to break camps!

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Teammates wont do the objective - UHHH not much great advice for this one! The best thing you can do is keep YOUR eyes on the objective; don't firmly lock yourself into one solid role! Being adaptable in any match is what will help you win more games. I know this can drive people crazy ("Why wont the charger/hydra/etc stay on the tower!?!?" etc) but if push comes to shove, improvise! If they're frontlining, then you get on that tower and try to support them with whatever ink you can. If they aren't grabbing the Rainmaker, you gotta grab it! If they aren't inking the zone, ink it real quick then return to whatever you were doing! If they wont pass clams, pass yours to them or try to find whatever you need!

- The enemy team is lagging/I keep getting lag splatted/etc:

NOTHIN' WE CAN DO HERE... /dies It's okay to accept some matches are just unfair garbage. It's not a reflection of you as a player! This game has never been good with the connection. If it's a BS splat, accept it as is and try to shake it off. Be wary of your approach when it comes to laggy players! Don't engage them repeatedly out of anger because they may have the unfair advantage. Plan accordingly!

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These are some of the major problems I see people having, and I myself also have in games. If you have any others you'd like to ask about, feel free to shoot me an ask! I'll answer how I can, as someone who's played since nearly the start of Splatoon 1!

(Also I guess if it helps, my Anarchy win rate!:)

[Ask Box] (If you'd like me to crop out your username, just add (Anon) to your ask! Actual anons are turned off to prevent harassment)

#Splatoon #Splatoon 3 #Advice #Long Post #Text #Again I gotta stress these aren't 100% guarantees and I am not claiming them to be the only ways! This is just what works for me! #Take what works and leave what doesn't and it should be fine!