#shaddup insanity

[petebillyfucker]

Sorry for being completely dead as of late… it’s that time of year where I hibernate from this show for a few months and fixate on something else ( specifically The Beatles… )

I’ll be crawling back to this blog eventually when I’ve tired out of my new fixation… give it time

I’ll be back uh whenever I feel like it :3

#update ig because I’ve been inactive as of lately #the Beatles have me in a chokehold sorry venture bros #I’ll be crawling back eventually like a desperate ex #still love Pete and Billy I’ll never not fixate on them #they are my husbands we have been married for years #im just going through an insane fixation to regain my venture bro tolerance #blah blah blah SHADDUP!!!

[devils-wonderland]

Can I request a Floyd x male!reader where the MC is dating Floyd but Ace, Deuce, Grimm, and Jack are still wary of him/concerned for the reader, but they find out that Floyd is actually super sweet and affectionate to the reader

With lots of fluff bc I heart Floyd Leech Twisted Wonderland 🦈🦐

"Leech In The Room"

⛓Summary: The first years are worried that Floyd has taken you hostage as his boyfriend, boy were they wrong...

⛓CW: Male!Reader, fluff, Floyd.

⛓Characters: Floyd Leech x reader, Ace, Jack, Deuce, Grim.

⛓Notes: Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope you enjoy!

You knew something was up when you woke up, your first year friends hovering over your bed, ropes in hands. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Trying to wake yourself up, Ace drew out a long sigh.

"I told you your breathing was too loud, Deuce! Now you woke up y/n! How will we get him tied now?!"

"Hey, it's not my fault, Jack made the floor creak!"

"I can't help that."

"All of ya shaddup for a second! My minion is clearly in a rough patch, and I can't stand to see my underling be used by one of those fish-mafia freaks!" Grim began to latch onto your knee, sobbing to himself. "You're always late now to make my dinner!"

"Shut up, Grim!"

Pushing their heads away from you, you truly couldn't believe the shit you were witnessing. "What's this all about?" Watching the first years scramble on their words even made you more annoyed.

"Be honest, y/n! Azul put you in a weird kind of contract, and now you have to date Floyd! Floyd of all students, that's insane-" Ace stopped himself after Deuce slapped his arm.

"We're worried for you, y/n..." Jack could only nod, ready to beat up that shady punk. Before you could say something to counter, a loud slam came from your first floor.

"Shrimpyyyy~! I missed you so much!" Laughter filled the hallway, footsteps hurrying over to your bedroom. It's too early for this...

You couldn't even stand up, now that your leech of a boyfriend canonballed on top of you. "Floyd, stop biting my shoulder!"

"It's only a nibble~!"

The first years gasped, Ace throwing his shoe, Deuce shouting your name, Jack grabbing a broom, and Grim throwing a lamp right at your head, meaning to aim at Floyd, muttering a "Sorry human".

Floyd took it as an invitation to some type of pillow fight, thankfully, or else they all would've gotten a hell of a squeezing. Now everyone in the room was just chucking your things at each other, and you swear if Grim accidentally aims at your head one more time-

"Alright, alright.." You tried to compose yourself, but no one seemed to listen, time to end things here, and now. "Everyone please SHUT THE FUCK UP," everyone seemed to settle down on command, even Floyd. "Now then," you weren't getting paid enough for this. "Floyd did not force me into a relationship, kind of..."

"Kind of?!"

"Hey Shrimpy, don't make me sound bad in front of your guppy friends!" Floyd pouted, rubbing his smooth cheek against your arm.

"To explain further, Floyd declared that we're now dating, and now I take him on walks, eat with him, and pet him," fingers patting the leech's already messed up hair, you flick his head for trying to bite you again.

Ace broke the silence once again, scratching his head. "So basically...you treat him like a pet...?"

Floyd was about to say something, but you interrupted by agreeing with that statement. "Don't make me squeeze ya, y/n!"

"I'm buying you a muzzle," Your friends were shocked, they didn't know what to say, honestly. You now owned Floyd? "If anything, I'm doing Azul the favor here by taking you in, I should honestly get a discount at the Lounge."

"I'm starting to think we should be worried for Floyd rather than y/n..." Deuce muttered, Jack silently agreed, watching as Floyd tried to kiss you, only for you to push his head away.

In the end, the first years collectively decided that Floyd was in fact the one in trouble here, and should've known better that you could handle yourself perfectly...too perfectly. Though, Grim still didn't get his meals on time, sometimes Floyd even ate Grim's tuna, just to set him off.

"You promised me an ice cream date, Shrimpy~ can we go now, I'm gettin' so bored here," Floyd began to nuzzle his face under your arm, already dragging you out of bed.

"Hey, y/n actually promised us that we'd watch a movie-" Ace was immediately silenced by Floyd's glare. Yeah, that movie could wait a while.

#floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech x you #male reader

[starkraivennemad]

Wide Awake With The Beginning

It was one in the morning when Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade sent his partner Sargent Sally Donovan home. Unfortunately, he woke up at his desk nearly two hours later.

God, you’re starting to get too old for these late nights, Greg my boy. Starting to? Shaddup!

As always, before he went home for the night, he did his nightly checks.

Sherlock Holmes would be annoyed should he ever find out; Greg did not care.

Watson would semi-jokingly accuse him of spying, but the good doctor had long ago resigned himself to the facts of hidden cameras in his life.

Anthea would say he was being a ridiculous mother hen, but he knew she was the reason he was allowed it.

He needed to know where people were before he could go home and lay his own head down.

He pulled out his tablet, checking both GPS and cameras.

His sisters were in their respective homes with their families, asleep as most people would be that time of morning.

There were no visual cameras at Anthea’s on purpose. Mycroft had informed him of the time he found grounded-up camera pieces silently served with his morning tea. That politely dissuaded him from doing such again, but the thermal imaging was allowed to remain as a compromise. Greg only had access to her phone GPS, thank goodness - because he did not want to imagine what she would feed him in vengeance if he had visuals.

At Baker Street, Watson was also asleep, but Sherlock puttered about the kitchen. Sherlock’s focus was on what seemed to be entrails dangling from tongs. Greg mentally shuddered at whatever insane experiment the genius was about. No surprise that Sherlock was awake. His sleeping habits, though much improved since sharing a flat with Watson, were still deplorable.

Pot-Kettle Greg, leaving work at near three. He chastised himself as he closed that tab and opened the final one. A tab he noticed was added a year ago, and not by him, for someone revered with as much importance as the previous.

Mycroft Holmes.

Uber intelligent. Enigmatic. Posh. Mycroft was a reserved man, many thought of as cold - and he is, especially to those who do not get the honor to know the true him. To the few of the public that see him regularly he is a cold exacting man. One who does occupy a minor office with the British government - he even has an official ID, paperwork, and occasional meetings to prove it. It a far cry from his true occupation as political analyst who wielded immense power in his manicured hands. Power that has caused royalty, dictators, and other high-ranking people in global politics to take heed – or else. Over the years Greg has been blessed to see the dry biting wit. The little quiet ways Mycroft shows his care for his parents and Anthea. The loving exasperation in how he and his little brother, Sherlock, deal with each other when out of the public eye. Greg knew he was one of the very few graced to know the man beyond the public persona and forged a quiet friendship from what was once a very acrimonious association between them.

Greg knew, originally, he had been tracked simply as another way for Mycroft to potentially locate his brother when Sherlock would cut off all other means of tracking when so inclined, which was often. Like John he had become resigned to his life being somewhat under surveillance by the enigmatic man because of his association with Sherlock.

Greg was eventually given access to the cameras for Sherlock and John as a quid pro quo courtesy. A year ago, he had been given access to Anthea’s GPS - only when she was in London of course -  for when Mycroft is incommunicado, but wanted to secretly let Greg know they were in fact in London without calling unless absolutely needed. It was a surprise to discover when the last tab appeared, and Greg had direct access to Mycroft’s GPS. Again, only when in London, but it was better than being reliant solely on Anthea for emergency contact. He completely understood the level of trust being given to have it and he was honored.

Greg does not know when he added Mycroft to his nightly check routine, but there the man was…

Wait… Why is he there so late…? Oh…

The GPS told Greg where the man was: at his office in Diogenes.

The hidden cameras, the only visual cameras for Mycroft he had been allowed access, told him why he was still there: he had fallen asleep at his desk.

Oh, that cannot be good for his back.

Mycroft, always impeccably dressed, had removed his jacket in the privacy of his office. It was the first time Greg has seen him so and Greg almost felt he was spying on something illicit as he watched the gentle rise and fall of the man’s body in slumber.

You work so hard Mycroft, taking care of the world. Who takes care of you?

It was not the first time Greg has had that thought.

Would you let me take care of you?

Nor was it the first time Greg has had that thought. Read rest the on AO3...

Mystrade Monday Prompt #73 For January 22, 2024 - "You know that’s not the case.”

#mystrade monday #mystradedialogueprompt #mystrade #greg lestrade #mycroft holmes

[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Comic Chapter 0: 川和静 Shizuka Kawawa

There’s no meaning in finding your true self. No matter what you come up with, the world will ultimately see you how they choose to. Your own feelings have no meaning.

But if you decide to seek that part of yourself, that’s who you will become.

Kawawa is typing furiously on his PC at his job in a tall office building. 

“F-finally… done…I can finally go home..! I feel like I’ve been away for ages…”

He slumps back in his chair, and starts packing up his bags, when-

“Huh~Why doesn’t my code work~?”

His ears perk up immediately and he rushes over to the woman at the other computer who seems to be having trouble.

“WHAT?! This is like, the simplest error message ever! It’s such an easy fix! Did you already forget?!”

“S-sorry…”

“Agh, let me see.”

Nearly pushing his coworker out of the way, Kawawa begins typing on her computer.

“Ok, ok, I’m fixing it, but I’m leaving you the directions so you can do it on your own next time.”

“T-thank you so much for your help.”

More coworkers appear.

“Huh? Kawawa-san? Wasn’t it your day off today?”

“Apparently he’s been working overtime because the manager keeps messing up scheduling.”

“What, again?”

“Yep. Kawawa’s kinda insane, but he must really like taking care of us here, no?”

Later, on the train home, Kawawa receives a notification on his phone that an app called “Arcanamusica” has been downloaded on his phone.

“Huh-what’s this-”

A mascot appears on screen.

“Welcome to Arcanamusica! Feel free to use the recording feature in the app to stream your music to anyone! Anyone can listen and place bets on your song, so put yourself out there and interact!”

“Did I download this..?”

Music appears on the app and urges him to sing along to it in order to commemorate the download. He hits play and-

This…this is the “soul” I’ve been looking for all this time…

The first note I heard, I thought, this is the song I’ve been meaning to sing.

This is…my song.

Kawawa finishes recording "My Role" in a karaoke room and uploads it to Arcanamusica. He leans back, nodding off slowly.

“The hell am I doing…yawn…I should…hurry up and go home…”

In the morning, Kawawa wakes to find himself in the karaoke room, as his phone is blowing up with notifications.

“Sh-shaddup..W-wait, WHA? 10,000..views..”

He looks at the app to see that his song has received over 10k plays and 22,222 bets. There are several comments saying he should go pro or start debuting.

“M-major debut, huh…if I become famous on this app maybe I can quit my job..? Pfft, yeah right-”

His phone starts ringing, and it’s from his manager. He picks up the phone, and is greeted by a loud, frantic voice.

“I can’t.”

“Kawawa! We need you here now!!”

“So sorry. Can’t make it.”

His boss starts pleading nonstop through the phone at him, and Kawawa finally says-

“I got it…Grahhh.. I’M GONNA QUIT THE COMPANY AFTER ALL!!!!!”

The Arcanamusica mascot narrows its eyes and reads:

“No Music, No Destiny!”

Adapted from: https://arcanamusica.jp/comic/

#arcanamusica

[onlyseokmins]

Hi Ez!

Just passing here to say that u r my fav writer, I just love the way u put the words in ur works in such a beautiful way, like, you're so talented and we're so blessed to have such an amazing person giving us such good works 💕 I hope u stay healthy and always find inspiration to keep presenting us with ur wonderful content in ur wonderful blog. Thank u and stay safe 🙏😗💖💐

Omg henlo 😭 Shaddup this is so wholesome and cute I think my heart grew 3 sizes reading this like how insanely sweet tysm for stopping by just to say such kind words 💖💖💖💖💖 I only hope I can continue to deliver 🫶🏼 ty for the amazing motivation, kind darling 💓

#Stay safe too and have a wonderful day/night! 🥺🥹❤️ #Blessed to have kind people lift me up all the time 😩 #ez.inbox #ez.feedback #nonny 🎭

[pastelbrachypelma]

The two sides of my personality

me: so, yes, it's totally respectful and fine to leave Ashley out of fanfiction until she says it's okay! Not everyone is going to be okay with being depicted in fanworks, and this is fine!

also me: but...the FLUFF I COULD WRITE!!!!! *cries forever in a corner*

#personal #ashbang #it is times like these where i am insanely jealous of fanartists #bcs they got to draw ashbang on day one #and there is still no word on ff #all i wanna do is write fluff o #also yes i realize this is selfish #shaddup

[yuzukult]

bittersweet. (m) || kmg & reader

title: bittersweet. pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!au word count: 3.1k warnings: dirty deed is done (aka explicit sex if you didn't catch that). profanity. prompt: you're always fighting. he doesn't get you. so why are you even still together? a/n: before any of my friends make fun of me, shaddup. anyways, this is for @/ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i'll be using #14: you make me weak.

He’s so adamant.

The crinkle in between his brows, the scrunch of his nose, and his incessant blinking from all the nerves, despite it all, he still stands firm on his beliefs.

But you’re fighting. Always fighting.

He doesn’t get you—he spends most of the time he's with you arguing about how insensitive you are as a person, how nonchalant you can be when you should be reacting with some type of emotion, and how he wished you’d been more affectionate with him.

But he doesn’t understand you. He thinks you’re selfish (sure, he didn’t outright state this, but you can sense him feeling this way.)

Albeit you’re unsure how you got yourself in this position—back flat against the wall, his hands on your wrists with his crotch pinning yours as your legs wrap around him securely to meet his gaze from the height difference.

“I need you to talk to me,” he rasps, anger filled in his voice. “I’m so tired of making this into some guessing game. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel?”

Although he’s got you cornered, rutting his hips into you once again, it's not persuasive enough. “Talk to me.”

“If you can’t figure me out, maybe we should just break up. I didn’t want to date in the first place.”

Jaw clenched, his eyes continue to melt into yours. He’s looking for anything—a sign, a glimpse, a crack in your exterior to see whatever it is you’re truly feeling inside. “Why do you always use that as a solution? Instead of just communicating?”

“Because—“ you halt, breath hitching when he shifts, the head of his cock rubbing against your bud through your thin material shorts. “—Because it’s an easier solution. What do you expect from me?”

“To tell me and show me if you like me or not. You’re like a fucking boulder. I can’t move you.”

You quirk a brow. “Your fucking holding me down right now. You’ve evidently proved you can move me elsewhere.”

“Emotionally,” he says, exasperated. “The most I can get you to feel something is when we’re fucking. I’m surprised we’re even fucking in the first place. You barely let me hold your hand!”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your arms from his hold and he lets go easily. It’s the type of person Mingyu is—he’s gentle, the complete opposite of you, with a heart of gold that everyone loves and appreciates. He’s lovable, known to many, and desired by them all, and somehow, you got him in your grasp and truthfully… you’re not sure what to do.

He’s fragile, but you have rough hands with toughened skin from years of experience and encounters. There’s this fear that you’ll drop him, shatter him into pieces as brittle as chinaware. So you hold the front, keep yourself strong with a facade tougher than concrete, because you’re afraid if you hold on too tight, he might break. And at the same time, he might break you too.

“You wanna know why?” You finally blurt, words firm and sharp. “Because you make me weak. And I don’t like being weak. I don’t like being known as weak. And you—you do that to me. I hate it.”

He furrows his brows. “I make you weak? The one girl I know to be the most resilient?” Mingyu has to scoff in disbelief because it’s the first time he’s hearing this. “You realize how insane you sound? It’s okay to have feelings for me. It’s why we’re together.”

Nose twitching, you suck in your cheeks. “I hate it. I hate this. I hate that when you turn to look at me in the morning, you give me that fucking… smile. Like I’m your whole world. Like you’re head over heels for me and I’m all that you see.”

“And why do you hate that?”

“Because, some part of me, deep down into the abyss, wants to look at you like that too.”

His jaw loosens, just like the restraints he had over his heart in the past hour of arguing, hands now finding purchase on your thighs to pull you back up closer. “Baby…” he calls out for you softly, the term of endearment nearly bursting your heart, but you keep yourself calm and collected as you normally do. “Then do it. Why are you so scared?”

“I told you.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Well, it’s good enough for me.”

He heaves a heavy breath. “Baby, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m chasing you but I’m getting nothing out of it.”

Then, you reiterate the same words you’ve said multiple times, but there’s never any genuinity in it because you never actually… meant it. “Then let’s break up.”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“Then what do you want to do? Tell me. If breaking up isn’t the option, then tell me instead of having me up the wall if we’re not gonna fuck.”

“Fucking only happens when you’re pissed or when you’re making up.”

“So, what now?”

It’s Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes. “We make up. I need you to talk to me. I can barely read you—the only thing I know for sure is that you don’t want this to end because you just admitted to me that you wanna look at me the same way I look at you.”

Frustrated, you let your head drop onto the wall behind you. “This is annoying. I don’t like expressing stuff. You just take what you get or leave. If you can’t figure out what’s going through my mind, what’s the point? Why put in the effort?” Eyes fluttering shut, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a ball and just… hide. Despite being fully clothed, you feel naked when Mingyu asks for more. And what he’s asking for isn’t even unreasonable—you’re just horrible at telling people what you’re feeling. “I just… why can’t I just let you lay your head on my lap when you get home from work? Or… cook dinner with you. Even have it ready when you have long nights at work. Maybe even fold your laundry—I don’t know. I don’t like PDA but if you asked me, I’d hold your hand under the table. Or… hold it in your pocket on cold days.”

Then, Mingyu stays silent (for the first time).

It finally hits.

You’re not outspoken when it comes to soft things. You’re loving but not in the same way he is. You’re also honest and straightforward about everything except when it comes to admitting feelings for him.

And for once, when you say those words, he… he feels loved by you.

He remembers those days—after spending hours at the gym despite having a long work day, he’d come home and you’re there waiting for him on the couch so you could shower together. You’d help scrub his limp body, even though he moans and groans about how sore he is, but you do it nonetheless because you like him. Or when you stopped by at his apartment, one he shares with all his friends, because he was stuck with helping one of them build their beds and you brought them all, including himself, lunch. And that wasn’t to mention you were already working twelve hour days.

“Can you answer one question for me, then? I won’t force you to tell me again. I just need to hear it once.”

Your eyes open, and it feels like a mistake because your heart drops into your stomach. His gaze is hypnotizing, like he’s got you in a trance, and you respond with a ‘yes’ without much thought because of him.

Mingyu swallows all his anxiety before asking that million dollar question.

“Do you love me?”

Although you feel small being put on the spot like that, the one thing you’ll admit is that you’ve already predetermined the answer to this. And just as much courage as Mingyu puts into asking, you’ll reciprocate and do the same in answering because he’s admirable for even trying.

“Yes.”

Without much thought, he presses his lips against yours. You love him, although you rarely if not never say it, but you finally said those words and all he needs is to hear it just once for assurance. To know that there’s something he’s chasing for, that he’s not running in place like on a treadmill.

Arms snaking around his neck, you keep your hold there as his hands reach to your jaw, leveraging the kiss in an angle he’d prefer. When you kiss, he feels complete. He’s never felt like this with another girl before, this feeling of home, the feeling of comfort. You’re colder than brisk winters, but something about having you in his arms makes him warm.

Your fingers comb through his locks, and although it’s doused in gel and spent hours on doing this morning, he doesn’t mind because he knows he’s yours. When you kiss him back, he’s as anxious as he was when he had to go on stage and perform in front of people for the first time.

Gently pulling away, both your lips are pink and swollen with a string of saliva connecting between. Pants brushing against each other’s face, a soft smile tugs on the edges of your lips as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

“I love you too,” he says, as low as a whisper. “And… I’m okay if you don’t say it again. You know how I show you that I love you… and I should’ve been better at learning what you’re comfortable with in showing how you love. But I still need you to help, too, to make this… better. I need you to talk to me, when you need me. When I need you. I need you to be here for me too.”

“Okay,” you respond, volume matching his. “If that’s the case, I love you. Just… as another reminder since I only said yes the first time.”

He lets out a chuckle, vibrating from his chest and everything about him makes your heart race. “Good. Can I show you how much I love you?”

“No,” you retort quickly and bashfully. But he knows you’re playing because you nod afterwards, allowing him to carry you to the couch. “Maybe.”

“I need a yes, love,” Mingyu says cheekily, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You know I’m not going to go any further until I hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply embitterly, but Mingyu knows better now. He knows what you want, because all he needed was assurance. “Please show me how much you love me.”

And fuck, because he never knew how much he needed to hear those words all his life.

You’re so pretty when he has you stripped down to nothing, laid out on the leather couch of your living room; hair messy, mouth gaped open from all his teasing, and with an arm covering your face because it’s all too much for you. Mingyu is a passionate lover, you’ve come to recognize, and although it’s all an unfamiliar territory, you love him and you’re willing to step into the unknown.

“How am I doing?” He asks, as if he doesn’t have his head in between your legs and a grip on the meat of your thighs. He loves the taste of you, he reminds you plenty of times, but dirty talk coming from such an innocent face makes you slightly embarrassed. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, avoiding his infatuated stare. “Just… just fucking do it, you asshole.”

“What? Show you how much I love you?”

There’s a tornado in the pit of your stomach. He keeps saying things that make you awkward because you’ve never been loved like how Mingyu loves.

You don’t react, and this displeases him. Laying his tongue flat out against your cunt, he gives you another lick that lets a whimper escape from your lips. “Tell me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” you croak, only because you feel like he’s got you in this position for so long. You’re so exposed, and he at least has his boxers to protect him like a shield, but you’re all out in the open. (Not to mention his fucking built body. He makes you feel so insecure about yours—how is this puppy looking boy so… wide? What the fuck?) “Can you… can you take that off?”

He leans up, tilting his head in confusion and now you can see how hard he is in his undergarments. “My… my boxers?”

“Yeah. I feel like… I’m the only one exposed here.”

He laughs. “Baby, we’ll get to that.”

“Now.”

Mingyu snorts. “Anything my baby wants.” He bumps foreheads with you gingerly, something he's always done playfully, and tugs off his boxers swiftly as requested. “Let me make you cum first and—“

“No,” you interject, eyes closed and biting down on your bottom lip. It's the only way to remain bold—to not look him in the eye because he’ll melt you like a stick of butter left on the kitchen counter. “Show me how you love me.”

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to shuffle quickly through the little stash hidden on the first shelf underneath your coffee table (he likes to be prepared in every situation even though this is your apartment) and finally spots the condom he hid a week ago. Tearing it open rapidly, he gives himself a couple pumps that have beads of precum building at the top and slips the rubber on with ease. “Ready?”

“For you?” Mingyu gulps, because before today, you’ve rarely said anything that made his heart stutter. “Anything.”

With a push of the head of his cock into your heat, a quiet wince escapes from your lips and his chocolate orbs are saturated in apologies. He doesn’t want you to feel pain, especially not you, but even his efforts to loosen you up beforehand, you still manage to be so tight around him every time. It feels good to have you around him snugly, yet he knows the consequence of the beginning is the ache in between your legs from the first intrusion.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Mingyu presses a tender kiss on your forehead. “Bear with me, yeah?”

“Mm,” you hum dismissively, warming up when he finally slides himself all the way in. He stills, in fear that you’re hurt, but instead, you’re surprisely impatient as you cross your legs behind him and pull him close. Bringing your lips close to his ears, you breathe, “fuck me, baby.”

Mingyu laughs brightly, and your jaw clenches. “What?”

“After today, I’m not going to fuck you.” You quirk a brow. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Don’t make me throw up. You’re ruining the moment.”

He grins mischievously before pulling out and shoving himself back in swiftly that earns a groan from you. “Oh? Am I?”

“Stop playing, Mingyu,” you state sternly, but Mingyu is enjoying himself too much. “Or else you're not getting any for the month.”

Well, that does the trick.

He has his hands on your hips, pushed down against the seat cushions of your loveseat couch, hips once flushed against yours now thrusting into your throbbing pussy. God, you’re fucking done for, honestly, because he’s a pro with his hips when he angles it just right that he’s brushing against your swollen clit, hitting so deep into you.

“Fuck—“

“You curse too much, baby,” Mingyu puffs, pecking the side of your lips sloppily. “Everyone thinks I’m such a nice guy and when they meet my—fuck—g-girlfriend and find out how much of a dirty mouth she has, they’re always struck.”

“Too fucking bad,” you spit, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. He’s so big, stretching you with each shove, but you’d never tell him that or his ego would inflate. “Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

Mingyu loves. He loves and loves, and although you won’t pretend that he comes to your home often with crumpled pieces of papers with girls’ names and numbers on them that fall into the catch-all bowl by the door with his keys, you don’t forget that besotted daze he falls into the moment he sees you. So when you ask for something, he delivers without fail.

Abiding by your urge, his hips move briskly, pistoning into you as fast as he can. Biceps tense, you can’t help but let your hands slip there, gripping onto the muscle and has you wondering fuck, how did you get so lucky? He’s hot, cute, sweet, loving and geez, he could fuck. He’s so clumsy, so dumb sometimes, but he’s so freaking lovable it makes you sick. Lovesick.

His pretty eyes shut close, you notice, because those two cups of hot chocolate are gone and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he groans, ends of his hair that brush over his eyes now drenched in sweat. His skin glistens underneath the dim lights, and he reminds you of the stars in the night sky—so gorgeous, so special. Always a sight to see.

“Fuck,” the not-so-innocent boy curses (even though he just said you curse too much) “Baby, you just got so tight. Are you about to cum?”

“Possibly,” you manage to say, still attempting to play games even though Mingyu could very so threaten to steal your orgasm away from the tip of your fingers. But when he slightly shifts in the midst of his pounding, you let out a raspy, “Almost,” because he’s rubbing against your nub incessantly that you’re losing all your focus.

When you finally see those stars, you let go.

Mingyu feels this, grunting when you convulse around his dick, head dropping to watch you tug and tug around him, begging for him to cum. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long because after a couple thrusts, he stills, spilling ropes of cum into the condom and dropping the entirety of his weight onto you, face snug into the crook of your neck once again.

“I—“

“You’re heavy.”

“Fuck, baby, we just had sex and that’s the first thing you say?”

He can’t see you, but there’s a smile on your face. “Yeah. And you got my couch all sticky from your sweat. Not to mention the cum. Are you gonna clean it after?”

Mingyu doesn’t care. He’s blissful. He’s happy. He knows you’re going to toss a damp rag at him later, despite his dick out and still drenched in your arousal, and tell him to ‘wipe down the fucking couch because that’s gross.’

All because he knows that you love him.

#caratwritersclub #ficscafe #ficscafe dpe #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x reader #gyukultfics #idk what to tag this i give up

[i-am-totally-a-human-being]

Hi, could you do a scenario with hajime defending his s/o after they got called crazy for being mentally ill? Thanks!

Sure thing! Fair warning this may hit close to home for some people if they’ve ever gotten bullied for this stuff.

If you have gotten bullied for having any mental disorder, know that you are valid and whoever made fun of you was in the wrong. ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Pairing: Hajime x reader (no pronouns used for reader)

Summary: the request

Setting: non-despair Au

Warning: reader has a mental disorder but I tried to keep it vague so you can insert any disorder, reader gets bullied (mainly my Hiyoko) and cries, reader takes medication for illness, Hajime is an angry bean and yells but not at the reader, I think that’s it

Under the cut!

This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair at all. It wasn’t your fault you were ill in the head. So why were you bullied for it?!

Sometimes you just needed a break, and your teachers knew this. But some of your classmates disagreed with you “special treatment” as they called it.

“So why does Y/N get to leave 5 minutes early? Some of us deserve it a lot more!” Hiyoko was the first to start the fight, as usual. Some people nodded in agreement, some were indifferent, and some, who knew of your illness, protested the girl in pigtails.

“Hiyoko,” Sonia spoke up, “it really isn’t our business to-“

“Shaddup! I think we all deserve an explanation as to why Y/N gets treated so well! It’s like she’s dying or something like Kom-“

“S-Stop!!” You yelled, gripping the rim of your desk until your knuckles turned white. Hiyoko scoffed, folding her eyes.

“Oh yeah? I’ll stop when you tell us why you get treated like royalty!”

You started panicking, you really didn’t want the others to know about your illness. You didn’t want them to see you as crazy, or them to think that you thought you were better than them for getting special treatment.

In reality, you left 5 minutes early to take medicine (by medicine I mean stuff like anxiety meds, anti-depressants, mood stabilizers, meds for schizophrenia, those kinds of meds.) to help with your mental illness, and your teachers understood why you wanted to hide it so they let you leave to take it where no one would see.

You pulled out your phone, your safe haven, something that calmed you since it brought you away from reality for a brief moment. You immediately went to messages, tapping your text conversation with your boyfriend, a reserve course student named Hajime.

The others knew of your relationship with him, and didn’t mind him eating lunch with the other ultimates so he could be with you. Well, everyone except Nagito, but he never directly interfered so you didn’t care too much.

You frantically started typing, he should be out of class and heading to you for lunch anyway.

You: Hey, please hurry.

Hajime: ok? What’s wrong?

You: please. Just hurry up. They’re asking about my illness and I don’t know what to do

Hajime: on my way.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, pig barf! Whoever your texting can wait” Hiyoko yelled, grabbing your phone and looking at who you were texting.

“H-Hiyoko! Give that back to Y/N right this second!!” Sonia tried to grab it for you, but Hiyoko was too fast to catch.

“Please, just hurry up,” she read aloud to your whole class, “They’re asking about my illness and I don’t know what to do.”

“Illness,” Kazuichi looked at you, “So you are dying like Nag-“

“Hold on!!” Hiyoko snickered, “I scrolled up! Y/N is crazy! They’re I’ll in the head! Mental! Hajime and Y/N talk about it a lot in the texts!”

“Do they talk about… anything else?” TeruTeru grinned.

“Nasty, perv!!” She laughed again, “Hajime says: do you need me to go pick up your meds for you? I know you don’t want the others seeing you. Y/N says: yes please, thank you I love you. Aaaaand scrolling up! Y/N says: I didn’t realize I was out of my meds! What’s gonna happen if I can’t take them?! Hajime says: just skip classes for the day and I’ll get them for you.”

“P-Please,” you weakly reached for the phone, tears now streaming down your face, “stop…”

“Not until you tell us what’s making you bat crazy-“

“HEY,” Your boyfriend burst through the doors, running over and yanking the phone out of Hiyokos hand, “YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT!”

“To think,” Nagito clicked his tongue is disgust, “to think a reserve course would not only date an ultimate, but so as far as to take something from another one…”

“I was getting my S/O’s phone back, because Hiyoko stole it!”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Hiyoko grinned, “so. Give us the details. Y/N running from getting taken to the lunie bin?”

“Did you just call my partner crazy?!”

“Yeah, well aren’t they?”

“No! Y/N has a mental illness, they’re not crazy! I… I can’t believe ultimates would even… act like that! Aren’t you guys supposed to be the best of the best or something?! You all should be ashamed! You’re all horrible!!” Hajime grabbed you as gently as he could and dragged you out of the classroom, pulling you into the courtyard and finally coming to a stop.

“H-Hajime-“ he stopped you short by pulling you into a hug, burying his face in your neck. (If you’re significantly shorter than him, he still does this but lifts you off the ground in the process.)

“I am so, so sorry, Y/N,” he sighed, “you didn’t deserve any of that. I wish I had gotten there sooner.”

“I-It’s ok… Hiyoko’s probably right. I’m gonna end up in an insane-“

“No,” he cut you off, pulling away and looking into your eyes, “She was completely out of line, and completely wrong. You’re not crazy. You’re mentally ill, and you have no control over that. You didn’t chose for these issues in your brain. And she has no right to say those things to you. I don’t care that they’re ultimates, if anyone ever says anything like that to you again don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

“Hajime,” you nodded, hugging him again and letting a few tears fall, “I will. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go have you take your meds and then get some ice cream. On me.”

I hope this was ok!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk,

—🐝

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #hajime x reader #danganronpa oneshot #hajime x reader oneshot #hajime oneshot #oneshots #oneshot

[the-starless-sky]

cozmez / drama part full translation

As usual: If you want to see the prettier version a.k.a subbed version with proofreads, please head to the Paradox Live discord!

Names: Yatonokami Kanata: K Yatonokami Nayuta: N Suiseki Iori: I Mobs: M

P.S. This translation starts right after the sample (again!), so head there if you haven’t read it yet!

K: If I have to go back to that time, I’d rather…

N: Hm?

K: It’s nothing. I’m fine if I have only you, Nayuta. If you’re here, I can do anything.

N: Me too. This world is shit. There’s nothing good about it at all. Let’s rise up, just the two of us.

K: Yeah.

N: Then? What kinda people show up in that Paradox Live?

K: Huh? Dunno. But whatever kinda people they are, it’d be a cinch for us, right?

N: Well, that’s true. Ah, but, promise me just one thing.

K: What’s up with you, being so formal like that?

N: I want you… to not use your phantometal too much.

K: Huh?

N: Recently, y’know… Don’t you think the time until the trap reaction activate shortened?

K: There’s nothing like that.

N: I heard about it once. If you use it too much, you’ll get swallowed by your phantometal―

K: That has nothing to do with anything!

N: Why are you so angry? I… I don’t want Kanata to get bad… That’s why…

K: Ahh, shut up! I ain’t scared of trap reactions! I ain’t made that weak to die ‘cuz of that!

N: I’m not talking about that―

K: Look, Nayuta! This is our chance to rise up. When the time comes for the fight of our lives, it’s now or never! You understand, don’t you!?

N: …

K: Sigh, who is it…!?

I: Yo! How do you do? It’s me, me!

K: Aah, hello.

I: Come to my place a bit, I’ll be waitin’!

K: Sigh… understood.

N: Who is it?

K: It doesn’t matter who it is. Something came up. I’m gonna go out for a bit.

N: Is your body okay? I’m going too―

K: It’s fine so just stay at home, Nayuta.

N: ...Okay, got it.

***

I: Come in! Sorry for always havin’ ya come.

K: What do you need from me?

I: Haha, don’t be hurryin’ like that! Greedy men don’t get popular, y’know? You’re such a party pooper. Well, here’s what. Actually, that there’s someone who has a dirtmetal with super high concentration of phantometal purity around here... Or so I’ve heard.

K: I’m not that free to look around everywhere with just a rumor to go by.

I: You’re being really aggressive today, aren’tcha? Don’t worry about that, I had Zen figure out a mark for you, to some extent. It’s fine if you just go and face some of them. It’s a huge issue this time. I’ll dish out some of the payment in advance. Please finish it by tomorrow morning.

K: But the sun’s already setting. Are you telling me to work without sleep?

I: Oi. Be careful how you speak. Ain’t it always like this?

K: …

I: So! You’ll probably get busy this month, but―

K: No, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to pass this one.

I: That’s rare. Is that okay?

K: Yes. A bigger chance has come, so. Bye.

I: A big chance, huh? Hmmm…

***

N: Ah. Welcome home.

K: Yeah. I’m home.

N: Are you… okay?

K: Yeah.

N: ...Kanata, it’s better for you to sleep now. You’re tired, right?

K: Huh? Yeah… I’ll do that.

N: Go and sleep first. I’m gonna take a breather outside for a bit.

K: Ah, Nayuta…

N: I know. I’ll be back quickly.

K: …

N: Sigh. There’s no helping it. Fine, I wont go outside. Learn to go to sleep by yourself already.

K: Shaddup…

N: Then, I’m turning off the lamp.

K: Nayuta.

N: Yeah?

K: We’ll start making our song tomorrow. The one for Paradox Live.

N: Got it.

K: That’s all. Good night.

N: Good night.

***

N: Mmm.. what are we gonna do for the hook?[1]

K: Hm… you’re right. Get it a bit more dope…

N: At this rate, it’s gonna take us a day just to finish our track.

K: You’re used to it, aren’t you? We’ve been doing this since we’re small, anyway.

N: You look like you’re having fun, unlike yesterday, Kanata.

K: Only when I’m doing rap. Rap is good. Our background’s became our weapon. We’re gonna kill everyone with this weapon.

N: Yeah. Let’s definitely do that.

K: Aah~ It’s not upper… I want our hook to be like… going ‘dizzy-dizzy’ in low temperature…

N: Kanata’s really good at making songs like that, huh.

K: Well, that’s ‘cause I’m a genius.

N: Don’t get ahead of yourself, idiot.

K: Huh…? Wait, wait! I just got an inspiration! Oh man, seems like we wont get any sleep today.

N: It’s good that you’re enthusiastic, but don’t push yourself too hard, okay? We’re gonna have battle with all teams in the competition, right? We’ll have to make a lot of songs, right?

K: I’ll make however many songs we need.

N: I’ll tell you this: not just any song works, okay?

K: Of course. They told us to make songs based on the theme of each battle, right? It’s a pain in the ass, though. Well, it doesn’t matter what the rules are: we’re still going to win.

N: That’s right. As expected, we have to go hard from the get go for things like this.

K: We’ll show them the absolute different in true strength and shut those people up. We’ll blow ‘em hard with our insane lyrics and music. The other guys’ll just half-assedly put together lip service to make their lyrics, anyhow. Something like that ain’t hip hop.

N: Yeah. Let’s show those asshole wacks living an easy life what the real thing is like. The winner will be us.

***

K: Is that Club Paradox?

N: Waah… there’s so much people.

K: Annoyin’… are these guys that free?

N:Ain’t it interesting if we just swindle all of ‘em?

K: That true.

N: Oh well, the ten billion’s ours anyways so who cares about the details.

K: Haha, you’re right.

N: Ah, but y’know…

K: Hm?

N: These clothes, they’re nice, right?

K: Well, guess they are. As I thought, it’s a good thing to let Nayuta choose our clothes.

N: The people are increasing…

K: What a pain. Let’s just quickly get inside the venue.

M1: Oi! Look at them! Aren’t they cozmez?

M2: The real deal!? It’s the first time I saw them! Dang…! Ah… I wonder if they’d give me a handshake…

M1: You idiot, don’t even try! By the way, the little brother Nayuta in flesh has a dangerous feel, huh!? Ah, our eyes met…!

K: Oi, it’s you, right, shitty glasses?

M1: Eh!?

K: You said something just now, didn’t ya?

K: Stop whisperin’ and say it clearly, wontcha?

M1: Eh… no, I…

K: What’s that about Nayuta, huh!?

N: Leave it, Kanata!

M1: N-no… it’s nothing…

K: Tch.

N: Don’t pick a fight with the guests, Kanata.

K: Sigh. Yea.

N: Sigh… even so, people are talking as they please, huh, about us.

K: Our surroundings has nothing to do with us. We’ve never had any ally up until now, anyways.

N: Haha, that’s true.

K: Nayuta.

N: Hm?

K: I’m gonna rise up. But I can’t do it alone. It’s meaningless if you’re not here.

N: It’s the same for me, Kanata. Let’s get out of this shitty world. The two of us, together. If it’s for that goal… I’ll give it my everything.

Notes

[1] In hip hop, hook is the reff/high point of rap. It’s the most distinguishing phrase in the song – it could be talking about the lyric and/or the composition.

#translation #drama cd translation #cozmez #paradox live

[cupcake-canine]

The moment when the person who’s abused you practically all your life is subscribed to your YT channel and comments on your most recent speedpaint, of my family’s personas and dogs gijinka ver., and since you have a policy to reply to all your comments, you have to reply....... And since you hate the thought of hurting someone’s feelings, you’re nice....

#Shaddup Makkura #Uuuugghhhh I'm exhausted #He's most of the reason I'm so fucking messed up #He's out of the house but not out of my life I'm going insane

[bluejaytaco]

What is this? More DND w/ Jay, you say?!

(Things were retconnned.)

(Art, Koejin, and Wreybar walk through the portal. They stepped into the arena right where they left. There’s no one there, but the headless body of Mrs. Red is still laying on the ground. It’s been weeks, but it’s still fresh. Koejin had reached back through to grab for Theodora, but lost her finger in the process.)

Wreybar: (Going slightly insane again and returning to the stage.)

Art: (looking for his sister. Climbs the walls of the arena to get a look around.)

Koejin: (Too focused on looking at where the portal was to care about their current surroundings.)

Art: (Sees pretty much no one, but does see a giant metal bird attacking a tiefling woman.) Hey guys! There’s a girl being attacked right now! We should go save her, considering she might be able to help us leave!

Wreybar: (attempts to throw Red’s body at Art but it’s a 100 foot wall and she’s in her massive dragon form so Wreybar doesn’t get it far.)

Koejin: (snapping out of her daze) Is she hot?

Art:....

(Me: I’m gonna roll to see if she’s hot. (Rolls pretty high)

DM: Art actually goes ‘I donno, let me see’ instead of just saying ‘yeah’ so that he can save her?

Me: ....yeah, pretty much...)

Art.... She’s a 9. I’m going to save her. 

Koejin: Yeah, yeah. Alright. (Koejin goes to climb the wall and fails)

Art: (Seeing this) Koejin, use the fucking door, you fuckin drunk dumbass!

Koejin: (Looks at the door that is right by her) Oh, yeah.

(Both Koejin and Wreybar walk outside while Art (rolled low) faceplants on the other side of the wall he climbed.)

Koejin: You know there’s a door, right?

Art: (doesn’t move from his faceplant. Gives Koejin the finger. This reminds her of her missing finger.)

By the time we get over to the woman and the bird, it’s already ripped off her face and was working on plucking out her eyes. It turned and looked at us.

Metal Bird: You.... Are not in my systems.... You are....But not.... you.

We just stood there silently for a moment

Metal Bird: Who... are you?

Koejin: ummm, we’re a travelling improv group. Nothing really to be concerned about.

Metal Bird: (Tilts head) No. Who are you? (It moves closer, black ooze dropping from it but then returning to the bird shortly after)

Art:.... Maybe the better question is... who are you?

Metal Bird:.... Interesting... (it flies off after that, taking the body with it)

As soon as the bird flies away, all the tieflings leave their houses and see us standing there. Art’s father pushes through and sees his son (or, at least, who he thinks is his son) and runs up and hugs him.

Art’s Father: Art... I thought you were dead! What happened?!

Art: (Immediately tenses at the hug and moves away) Uh, it’s a long story. A.... very long story.

Art’s Father: ...Well, come in. You all must be famished. (Leads the way to home)

Koejin: (To Art) Hey, isn’t he like... hella dead?

Art: Shhh, Shutupshutup.

As Art’s father leads us all in to the house, he sits us down at the table and gives us all something. For Art, it’s what his counterpart’s favorite (Asparagus with lime. It’s something I can’t stand and the DM knows this.) Wreybar is given a “beyond burger” which is... just a huge thing of meat. Art’s father turns to Koejin.

Art’s Father: I admit... I don’t know what you eat so... here. (hands her a bottle of whiskey.)

Koejin: (grinning) you know, this is alright.

Art’s Father: (turns back to Art) So tell me, where have you been? What happened to you?

Art: A lot of things but, right now, I just... need to find Reita.

Art’s Father: (Calls out for Reita as if she were in the other room. When she doesn’t respond, he turns back to Art) Where is she?

Art: I don’t know. We were separated. But I need to find her.... as soon as possible.

The door opens and.... it’s Reita. This Art’s Reita, not the one from Universe B. There are black blobs dripping off of her like the metal bird, but she’s fine otherwise.

Art: (Immediately stands and goes to her. He hugs her immediately and takes a quick look at her.) Are you okay? Where were you? What happened?

Retita: (Isn’t harmed but not in the right state of mind to speak. She makes a couple of sounds, but seemed to be just happy to be back with her brother.)

Art: (just nods along like he understands her)

Art’s Father:.... That’s not... That’s not Reita... That’s not my Reita (Glares at Art) You’re not my son, are you? (Pulls out his whip. It looks identical to the one he used on both Art and Reita when they were kids)

Reita: (grips Art tightly and tenses up at the sight of the whip)

Art’s Father: Who are you?

Koejin: (Watching with her whiskey, ready to jump in if things go south)

Art: (attempts to maneuver himself so that he’s in between Reita and Dad. When Reita doesn’t loosen her grip to let him move, he decides to just address it as best he can from his position) Look, it’s a lot to explain. If you could just put the whip down, I’ll tell you everything. (rolled high on persuasion.)

Art’s Father: (relaxes slightly and accepts this)

Art sits his father down and literally explains everything. From their home, to Mrs. Red, to what landed them in the second universe in the firs place. He spends so long on the story that it counted as a long rest. Wreybar and Koejin listened to it as if it were an epic tale which, considering Art’s a bard, it probably sounded like it.

By the time he was done, Reita was curled up and sleeping in the corner. Art’s father just sat back, absorbing it all. (I also should have specified leaving out a few details, because...)

Art’s Father: So.... you had sex with a tentacle monster?

Art:.... Yeah... But why is that the main focus?

Art’s Father: ... You really aren’t from here. And I really was... abusive to you?

Art: (Nods) extremely. In fact, Koejin has your whip.

Koejin: (happily pulls it out to show him. He asks to see it, which Koejin allows reluctantly. He finds his initials in the base and nods.)

Art’s Father: I see... I guess the next thing is that we need to get you home.

Koejin: Yes! Absolutely!

Art’s Father: Well... I have a scredriver... (Art’s father is a tinker. Not much of a help when it comes to god portals, I’m sure.)

Art:... Yeah, I don’t think that’s really gonna cut it.

We hear the sound of someone snort and take a deep drag of a joint from the doorway. 

Haida: Yeah, It’s gonna take a whole fuckin’ lot more than that.

Haida explains what happened to make the world so fucked up. Rather than ending the war like our Mrs. Red (with just her own powers and rage over losing her husband, Eltbalm) The Mrs. Red of this world used Ticket Master’s powers. This started the world into a downward spiral in which everything outside the walls of Calor was an apocalyptical wasteland. She recruited some generals to help fight back and keep everyone inside safe. Haida was someone who worked to fight on the outside, but ended up working with Ticket Master.

She pulled a partially robotic Vincent in to talk about his part in everything. Because of his love for Hennessy and his need to protect him, Vincent created an AI called Nerve. It soon became corrupt itself and began working against them. And that was the giant metal bird.

Koejin:.... you named your ‘son’ Nerd?

Art:(shaking his head) You can’t get one name correct. (Context: Koejin was the first one to meet Eltbalm. She told us all his name was Elkbutt.)

Koejin:... Shut up, Fart!

Art: Been holding onto that one for a while, haven’t you?

We hear some weird noises outside. Koejin is the first one to go out and investigate the sound and Art and Wreybar follow behind. There are three black blobs like the ones that fell off of the metal bird and Reita. When the three of us see them, Wreybar apparently heard the first blob say to Koejin that it fucked her mom. She passes that onto Koejin.

Koejin: (gasps) That thing fucked Theodora?! It knows where she is!

Art: (joining in on the whole ‘blobs fucking Theodora’ thing) Let’s kill these shits!

So, we all roll for initiative. The fight moves pretty slow for a bit and Koejin continues to drink. She’s getting drunker throughout the fight and, at one point, Art’s blob and her blob fuse. (Art’s blob is the one that supposedly fucked Theodora) 

Art: (seeing Koejin stumbling with her Whiskey) Hey, can I have some of that?

Koejin: Sure (hands him the bottle)

Art: Thanks (just wanted to get the bottle away from her.)... *muttering* can’t believe I’m the fucking babysitter....

The fighting continues and Wreybar is fucking up her blob. At one point, Koejin uses and action to get the bottle back from Art.

Art: (lifts the bottle above his head so she can’t reach it easily)

Koejin: (practically climbs Art to get the bottle back. She ultimately wins)

Art: (just... let’s her have it)

Art, unable to do much damage without spells, pretty much uses any spell he can against these things. One of his most useful is black tentacles. (He maaay or may not have it because of the certain tentacle monster he fucked.)

Koejin:(sees the spell in action and looks at Art)...(imitates him) Hold on, I need to be alone with my spell.

Art: (knowing immediately what she’s implying with him knowing this particular spell) Shaddup, Koejin.

As the blobs go through and whittle down into one, we all band together to defeat it. Koejin, at one point, shoots an arrow through the blob and something comes out the other side. From her angle, Koejin can’t see what it is. 

But Art can. It’s Ticket Master’s hat.

Art: (immediately runs around the blob to get it)..... (casts Comprehend Languages)

Blob: (still saying nothing. Just making random blob noises)

Art: (Relaxes and puts the hat in his bag.)

Wreybar finishes off the blob. Soon after we win this fight, we hear Art’s father scream. Art runs to find out what’s going on. (He’s worried Reita might have something to do with it.) Koejin and Wreybar are following behind.

They all walk in to see Reita still curled up and asleep on the floor where they left her. Awww, isn’t she cute? 

We then look up to see Art’s father getting choked out by Eltbalm.

#adventures of art the bard #dnd #tiefling #dnd bard #dnd ranger #dnd barbarian #homebrew #homebrew gods #We are the chaotic party #The three of us are gonna have so many fuck ups #And once koejin's sober she's gunna fight with art about ticket master's top hat #He really is an idiot when it comes to Ticket Master #speaking of which #his hand's been suspiciously quiet #shut up jay

[writingrei]

he’s just... affectionate

more gay rights. its funny

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Kagome handed a cup of instant ramen over to Inuyasha, who yanked it from her happily. Hissing a bit from the heat that radiated from from the cheap container, he spun his chopsticks in his free hand and began to slurp away. The immense temperature of the noodles made him yelp the second it touched his tongue.

“Maybe you should wait until it cools off?” Kagome asked.

“Keh. Life don't get you anywhere by waiting,” Inuyasha retorted.

“We've been waiting for Naraku to turn up.”

“Excuse me! We have not been waiting for him to turn up. We've been looking for him.”

“I dunno. Kagome's definitely right on the waiting part…” Miroku said, eating a nice rice ball for himself.

“Shaddup, Miroku,” Inuyasha snapped as he picked up a bunch of strands of the noodles and slurped them angrily into his mouth. He slurped them so fast, hot water that trailed the noodles splashed into his face when the noodles did too. He screwed his eyes shut on impulse, none of the water getting into his eyes.

The inside of his mouth burned like hell, eyes watering beneath their lids. Everyone watched Inuyasha's pained expression as he tried to chew and swallow the ramen without panting for cold air to cool it down. He swallowed hard, opening his eyes and mouth as light, pained tears rolled down his face and he heaved hard breaths with his irritated tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“Maybe you should wait until it cools off,” Kagome said again.

“How… do you… eat it like that?!”

“...I don't. I like hot and spicy food as much as the next person, but I don't wanna burn my tastebuds off like that!”

“You like… hot stuff?”

“Mhm,” she nodded proudly.

"You are so weird."

"You're one to talk…"

Inuyasha growled, but cut himself off quickly as he sniffed the air. "Oh, god dammit."

"What's wrong?" Kagome asked, pausing herself from eating out of her bento box.

"It's that damn wolf."

"Uh oh," everyone else said simultaneously, closing the lids to their bento boxes.

As everyone silently predicted, a strong gust flew in between them, followed by a tiny tornado and a figure emerging from it.

“‘Sup Kagome, others,” Kouga said as he stopped in front of Inuyasha, but not facing him. His tail wagged happily, batting Inuyasha in the face.

“He doesn’t even know our names…” Sango sighed.

“Hi, Kouga,” Kagome said idly.

“Kouga…” Inuyasha growled.

He twisted his torso around to look behind him. “Oh-- hey, mutt. Didn’t see ya back there. Liking the view?”

“Liking the view? Are you insane?”

“Eh, guess a mutt like you wouldn’t have any good taste in what he sees.”

Inuyasha let out the most audible “???!?!!” he could and scrunched up his face in confusion. He knew Kouga had a habit of trying to piss him off, but this was just a whole other level. He fought off the overwhelming urge to yank Kouga’s tail and dunk it in the boiling hot noodle water.

“Kouga, would you like to sit with us?” Kagome asked.

“Sure, why the hell not!” he plopped down next to Inuyasha, who just continuously sent him the coldest glares that were obviously being ignored.

“Sorry, I don’t have any food for you. I didn’t expect you to show up…”

“Pssh, it’s all good,” he said, yoinking Inuyasha’s ramen out of his hand.

“Huh?” Inuyasha said, taken aback by Kouga’s quick movements. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh, havin’ lunch?” Kouga said, using the container of noodles as an actual cup to take a sip out of. He slurped out some noodles too and chewed on them nonchalantly.

“That’s my lunch, you mangy wolf.”

“Not anymore. Unless you want to shaaaaaaaare,” he said with his word slightly garbled from the food in his mouth. He leaned over into Inuyasha’s face with his mouth open as if Inuyasha wanted to eat from there.

“Ew, EW!” Inuyasha scrambled away from Kouga’s disgusting act and faced away from him.

Kagome sighed. "C'mere, Inuyasha," she said, holding up a piece of pork cutlet from her tonkatsu.

He crawled next to her and opened his mouth. She placed it in his mouth and he ate it angrily. She gave him another and he ate it slightly less angrily.

“Do you want more?”

“No, I ain’t gonna eat your lunch like how that damned fleabag ate mine.”

“The offer is still open, muutttt….” Kouga cooed, pointing to the inside of his mouth.

Inuyasha wretched and looked away. “Gross. I ain’t eating out of your mouth.”

Kouga shrugged with a smug smirk on his face and continued drinking the noodles. After a now quiet session of lunch, the only noises filling the air were Inuyasha’s growls at Kouga and his chuckles in return. Soon enough when all of their meals had been consumed, they were all back on a quiet journey across Japan.

“So, ya’ll still huntin’ for Naraku?”

“Well, we always are! But at the moment, we’re going back to Kaede’s village so I can go home,” Kagome said.

“Who’s Kaede?”

“Oh-- just a friend of ours!”

Kouga nodded, his arms folded. “I see, I see. I guuueeesss since you’re gonna be gone, it’s just gonna be me and the mutt.”

“Don’t call me mutt.”

“You know we’re still here, right?” Miroku asked as he walked next to Sango, Shippo, and Kirara.

“I ain’t talkin’ about you side characters.”

“Surprised you think of me as more than a side character,” Inuyasha said.

Kouga winked at him, Inuyasha just side-eyed him in return.

“Does your tail ever stop moving, wolf?”

“What? You don’t like to see it?” Kouga asked, turning so his butt faced Inuyasha and wagged his tail on him.

The half demon grabbed on the tail and yanked it as hard as he could, almost with the intent of tearing it off of him. Kouga yelped and pulled himself away, huffing from Inuyasha’s harsh reaction. Kagome just watched in amusement, interested in Kouga’s sudden fixation towards Inuyasha today. But she didn’t say anything about it.

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you,” Inuyasha said.

“You could try.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, trying to swipe at the demon next to him.

“Sit, boy,” Kagome said, activating the beads around Inuyasha’s neck. They slammed him into the ground, Inuyasha groaning.

Kouga snickered and kneeled over him. Inuyasha’s head swirled, but everything around him became even more of a blur when Kouga grabbed the collar of his suikan and yanked him up. Not being able to react fast enough, he lost his balance and stumbled backwards into Kouga’s arms.

The wolf demon took the opportunity to dip Inuyasha as the half demon flailed his arms around for balance. He blinked a few times as he realized that Kouga was above him and screeched. He pulled back his head then smashed his forehead into Kouga’s. They both yelped, Kouga dropping Inuyasha onto the ground to hold his forehead.

Inuyasha hopped onto his feet and started to snap at Kouga who just responded smugly. Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara just watched them nearby. Miroku sighed, and Sango looked utterly confused. Awe was written all over Shippo’s face as the teenage demons fought. Well, one fought, the other toyed with him in return.

“I think we’re watching the beginning of a really strange couple,” Kagome said.

#inuyasha #inuyasha fic #inukog

[tournesolia]

Lunatic Parade Ayato Chapter 2 Translation

Place : Hotel Mondstein – Guest room

Yui : Hm... Hmm... ?

(… For how long have I been sleeping...?)

Ayato : Zzz... Zzz...

Yui : (Ayato-kun is still sleeping. I must be careful not to wake him up...)

Here... we go

Scene change : Hotel Mondstein – Balcony

Yui : Hm... ?

(… What's this smell...?)

(There's a nice smell coming from the lower floor... What is this ? Food stalls ?)

*gurgling noise

Yui : (… Shall I go have a look for a bit...?)

Scene change : Glimmer Main Street – Front wagons

Pretzel shopkeeper : Aah, the young lady other here. How about some delicious and freshly baked pretzels ?

Yui : (Wow... There's many more kinds of pretzels than I thought...)

Pretzel shopkeeper : I've been practising making pretzels in the Human World for a long time, so I'm confident about the taste

They were well received by the customers from the Demon World as well. So, which ones do you want ?

Yui : (Hmm... What should I do ? I'm getting lost...)

Um... Do you have any recommendations ?

Pretzel shopkeeper : Recommendations... That's right. I'd like to say I recommend everything, but... Hmm...

Lout A : Hey, old guy. Give us some pretzels too

Pretzel shopkeeper : Aah... Then get in line here

Lout B : Aaah ? We asked you to give some now ! C'mon, give them now !

Yui : … !

(What are those people...?)

Pretzel shopkeeper : Don't be absurd ! There's a guest waiting before you... Uh !?

Lout A : … Hey, old guy. Just who are you telling to line up ?

Lout B : If you're being so sassy, we'll make sure you won't be able to do business ever again !

Yui : (This is insane...!)

H-Hey... !

Lout B : Aah ? What do you want, woman... ?

Yui : You make false accusations at this person even though he didn't do anything...

Pretzel shopkeeper : Ah... Young lady... !

Lout A : Ha ! How funny. Is that woman gonna rebel against us ?

Lout B : … Looks like it. In that case, she can't afford to go home safely !

*one of the louts grabs her

Yui : Kyaa !

(H-He's amazingly strong... ! What should I do ? At this rate...!)

??? : Don't touch her !

*someone punches the lout

Lout A : Uwaaah !!

Yui : … !?

Ayato : Hey, who the hell are you... ? Don't lay your hands on a woman without permission !

Yui : Ah, Ayato-kun... !

(Could it be... He jumped off from the hotel veranda...!?)

Lout B : H-Hey... ! Are you okay ? Tch... How dare you !?

Ayato : What... ? What are you gonna do ? Is it fine to attack me altogether ? If you wann have a very bad time !

Lout B : … S-Shit... ! Hey, let's go !

Lout A : Y-Yeah... Hey, we'll remember that !!

*the louts escape

Ayato : Phew... Geez... Hey, breastless !

You did something on your own when I was sleeping. I was worried !

Good thing I happened to take a peek outside, who knows what would happen at this time if I didn't...

You won't be targeted by vampires since you don't have a heart

But that doesn't mean you can wander around alone

Yui : I-I'm sorry...

Pretzel shopkeeper : Now now, you there. You don't have to be so angry at the young lady

Ayato : Aah ? Who're you... ?

Pretzel shopkeeper : As you can see, I'm the owner of this stall. And my precious store didn't end up broken thanks to this young lady

There's not much I can do but this is my thanks for you help. Eat them together

Yui : Eh... ?

(He gave us so many pretzels...!)

Ayato : Is that fine ?

Pretzel shopkeeper : Aah, of course. Since you are here, you should enjoy the parade as well

Yui : Thank you very much !

Ayato : Heh... Well, since he took the trouble to gave those to us, let's eat them...

Yui : You're right. Let's sit on the bench other there, then...

*some time passes

Ayato : *munch... They're pretty good. He made them so black

*munch... What's that taste ? Hey, breastless. Come eat one too

*Ayato gets closer

Ayato : C'mon, open your mouth

Yui : Eh ? … Hmm... !

(… He force fed me...!)

*Ayato moves back

Ayato : Hehe ! What do you think ? Good, huh ?

Yui : Hm... Yes... I wonder what is it... It tastes like... black sesame ?

(The shopkeeper told me he practised making pretzels in the Human World...)

Ayato : Aah ? There's black sesame in the Demon World ? Well, whatever, the taste isn't bad anyway

So ? What do we do now ? We have to handle Walter's task, right ?

Yui : Yes...

(… Our “bad deeds”...)

(… As I thought, this is...)

Hey, Ayato-kun. I thought a little about it, and...

Ayato : … ? What... ?

Yui : When we came to the Demon World and were fleeing from the gatekeeper and the townspeople,

we caused trouble to a lot of people...

Ayato : Trouble ? … Really ?

Yui : We entered the basement of someone's house without permission, you knocked down shelves...

Ayato : … Yeah. Something like that happened...

Yui : I was wondering if these were our “bad deeds” the earl talked about...

Ayato : Hmm. Then, if that's what Walter was talking about... What should we do ?

Yui : I don't know well either, but anyway, we have no other choice but to go apologize to them once...

Ayato : Aah ? Apologize ? Hell no...

Yui : But... The earl told us to clear our bad deeds... We can't do anything except apologize...

Ayato : Hmph, I hate it

Yui : …...

Ayato : But well, there's no other options I can think of. So I got no choice but do as you say

Yui : … ! Ayato-kun... !

Ayato : Alright. Now that it's settled, let's go quick

Yui : … Yes !

(Thank you, Ayato-kun)

Scene change : Underground corridor

Yui : (It was around here...)

Kyaa !

Ayato : Shhh, be quiet

Yui : (…?)

Ayato : Hey, look. Something feels different from yesterday

*someone knocks at the door

Suspicious man A : … It's me. Open

Suspicious man B : We're all here … It's okay, no one should catch us

*the two suspicious men enter the room

Yui : That room over here, this is the one... right ?

Ayato : Yeah, no doubt. It's the basement from yesterday

I don't get it but they sneaked in. What the hell is going on ?

Yui : (As Ayato-kun says, something feels different...)

… Anyway, it would be troublesome if we lose points again for getting in their way, so let's wait here for a bit ?

Ayato : Tch, we have to wait in that damp place ?

Hey, breastless. Let's make out to kill some time. *kiss...

Yui : Eh !? Wait a second ! At such a place... !

??? : … Then, we'll carry out the plan the day after tomorrow at night...

Yui : (… Hm ? I can hear a voice from the other side of the door...)

Ayato : C'mon, come closer

Yui : … ! Ayato-kun, keep silent for a bit... !

*Yui pushes Ayato

Ayato : … !?

??? 2 : … I see. This is an opportunity since the people around will be focused on the parade...

??? 3 : … I'll be the decoy... As for the place, is the Mouth of Zartan good ?

??? 1 : Yeah, I don't mind. However, we have some problems...

Yui : (… A strategy meeting for something...?)

Ayato : … Hey, breastless... Why you... !

You've got some nerves to thrust the Great Me away !

When it comes to this, I'll suck your blood here right now ! C'mere !

Yui : Ah, wait a second, Ayato-kun... !

??? 1 : Oh... Who's there !?

*they leave the room and come

Owner : … ! You two are... the ones from yesterday !!

Ayato : … !

Yui : (W-We got caught !!)

Suspicious man A : Ah... I heard some talk just now ! So... You guys were spying on us !?

Ayato : Aah ? Spying ? What are you talking about ?

Yui : We didn't came... to spy ! We just came to apologize for yesterday... !

Suspicious man B : Shut up ! Now that you hear about the plan, you won't just get away with that !

Yui : It's the truth ! We really came to apologise to you about yesterday !

(Believe me...!)

Owner : Apologize, huh... Hey, kid. What about you ?

Ayato : Aah ? Who're you calling a kid !? Don't fuck with me...

But it's as she said. 'Cause yesterday, we interfered in your room...

Owner : I see... Well, however...

You have heard of our plan. Besides...

You caused big trouble yesterday. No matter how much you apologize, I'm not willing to forgive you

Yui : (No way...!)

Ayato : Big trouble... ?

Owner : Hmph... When you ran away, you knocked down the shelves

Because of that, my important key is broken. Take a look

Yui : (Ah... It's broken in half...)

I-I'm sorry... !

Ayato : Heh... That's it ?

Hey, old guy. Lend me that key right now. The Great Me's gonna fix it

Will you forgive us if I do that ?

Owner : … Well, that will be the case. If you can do that

Ayato : Aah ? That's easy. I just have to go to the locksmith and have it fixed

Yui : (It's surely as Ayato-kun says... Right...?)

(But... Something feels different...)

Owner : Hmph, you're very confident. Well then, I'll deposit this key to you

But you have until tomorrow. By then, if you don't manage to fix the key...

Ayato : Heh, no worries, one day is enough. See ya, old guy

Let's go, breastless

Yui : Y-Yes...

(I have a bad feeling about this, somehow... I hope it's just my imagination...)

Scene change : Glimmer Main Street – Front wagons

Ayato : Err... Locksmith, locksmith... I wonder where is it... 'Can't be helped, I'll ask someone

??? : Well, welcome !

Ayato : Ah, hey. The old man other here, is there a locksmith around ?

??? : … ! You, you're from yesterday... !

Ayato : Ah... ?

Yui : Ah !

(This person must be...!)

*flashback

Ayato : Hey, breastless ! Let’s take a short cut ! Over here !

Yui : Eh !?

Crepe shopkeeper : Crepe ! Would you like a crepe ~ ?

Ayato : Get out of my way !

Crepe shopkeeper : Uwaaah ! My stall !

*end of flashback

Yui : (At that time, we...!)

Crepe shopkeeper : Hey ! How dared you make my stall a mess at that time !?

Ayato : Aah ? What are you talking about !? Anyway, just tell us where the locksmith is !

Crepe shopkeeper : And why should I do such a thing ?

Ayato : Aah ? What the hell... ?

Yui : (… !)

Choice 1 : Stop him by restraining him (correct)

*Yui restrains him

Yui : Ayato-kun ! No !

*Ayato struggles

Ayato : … Let me go ! What the hell are you doing !?

Yui : Calm down... !

*Ayato continues to struggle and manages to free himself

Choice 2 : Stop him by yelling (incorrect)

Yui : Ayato-kun ! No !

Ayato : Shaddup ! Keep your mouth shut !

– End of choices

Yui : (Ayato-kun completely forgot !)

You overturned this person's stall when we were running away, yesterday. Don't you remember ?

Ayato : Hm ? A-Aaah... I guess something like that happened...

Yui : Mister Crepe shopkeeper ! We apologize for that time. We're really sorry... !

Crepe shopkeeper : Hah ! It would be difficult to apologize now

Yui : But... It would be troublesome if you don't forgive us... !

(If we don't do that, the earl's task won't be...)

Crepe shopkeeper : Hmph, what a strange thing to say, young lady. But I'm afraid to say I don't feel like forgiving any of you

After all, I wasn't able to do business for half a day, yesterday !

??? : Now now, Mister Crepe shopkeeper. Wait a second

Yui : (… This is...)

Crepe shopkeeper : … You are... The pretzel shopkeeper...

Pretzel shopkeeper : These children are passing acquaintances of mine

In fact, they helped me by interfering with the louts this morning

Crepe shopkeeper : … These two ?

Pretzel shopkeeper : That's right. So, what do you think ? Can you pardon them for my sake this time ?

Yui : … !

Crepe shopkeeper : … But... I still can't do that for free...

Hmm... It can't be helped. In that case, how about this ? You'll work at my store for half a day

Ayato : Work at your crepe store ?

Crepe shopkeeper : That's right. I've just been thinking and I want to show the parade to my wife

If you manage my store in the meantime, I'll forget about yesterday

Yui : Really... !?

Ayato : Hmm, a crepe store, huh... Well, I can do it. That sounds a bit interesting

Yui : I'll do it as well ! Thank you very much !

Pretzel shopkeeper : Good, good. In that case, good luck

Yui : Thank you very much to you as well, Mister Pretzel shopkeeper !

Crepe shopkeeper : Well then, I'll teach you how to make crepes, so come this way

Yui : Yes !

(We managed to find a way for him to forgive us. Thank godness...!)

*some time passes

Ayato : Alright, let's do it. The one baking the dough is the Great Me, obviously !

Yui : Okay, I'm fine with it

(Hehe. In the end, Ayato-kun is pretty enthusiastic)

Ayato : Well then, let's go !

Yui : Ah, Ayato-kun ! If you pour the dough all of a sudden...

Ayato : Ah ? What about it !? Next, I round with this spatula... Huh... ?

Damn, it doesn't go well at all... What the heck is that... ?

Yui : A-Ayato-kun... At this rate...

(… The smell...)

(… As I thought, it's burning !!)

Ayato : Tch, shit... It didn't go well at all. I'm stopping that ! I'm done ! I'll leave you to it, breastless !

Yui : Eh !? W-Wait a minute... !

(… Geez, when it comes to this... !)

*some time passes

Yui : (… It seems I managed to get the gist of it... Thank godness)

Vampire woman E : They look delicious, huh. One crepe, please !

Vampire woman D : Me too ~ !

Yui : Y-Yes ! Right now--

*a lot of people gathered around the crepe shop

Yui : (Ah... What should I do ? It's suddenly crowded)

??? : Aah-aah, looks like you can't turn around by yourself anymore. The Great Me'll help out a little

Yui : … ! Ayato-kun !

(Thank godness, he came back...!)

Ayato : … Hey, the woman other here, what flavor you want ? Hurry and decide !

Vampire woman E : M-Me... ? Then, caramel and...

Ayato : Heh, rejected

Yui : Eeh !?

(Ayato-kun shouldn't use such an attitude towards a customer...!)

Ayato : Hmm... I know. If I do it like that...

Yeah, like that. I'll name it “The Great Ayato's special made bloody crepe” !

Yui : B-Bloody... !?

(A lot of strawberry sauce is sticking out and dripping...!)

(At this state, the customers will surely get angry...)

Vampire woman F : A-Amazing ! It's the first time I see such an innovative crepe !!

Vampire man D : That's right... ! This is the crepe that follows vampire's liking... !!

Vampire man E : Big brother, I want one too !

Yui : (A long line formed very fast before the stall...!)

Ayato : Heh, if you want one, just quietly wait !

… Hey, breastless, cook lots of crepes !

Yui : A-Alright... !

(I don't understand but Ayato-kun's amazing...)

*some time passes

Crepe shopkeeper : Impressive, you really helped. In addition, you seemed to have a big success

Ayato : Heh, the Great Me made those crepes so that's obvious !

Crepe shopkeeper : Haha. Anyway, as promised, I'll forget and forgive you about yesterday's case. I'll tell you where the locksmith is located as well

Yui : Really ?

(Thank godness...!)

Thank you very much !

Scene change : Diamante's fountain

Yui : … Hm. I think it's around here, but...

(According to the map written by the crepe shopkeeper, the locksmith is located at the fountain square...)

Ayato : Hey, wait a second

Yui : Eh ? … Kyaa !

*Ayato gets closer

Yui : (W-What...?)

Ayato : Hehe, breastless. You have cream on your face. How much desperate were you ?

Yui : Eh !?

Ayato : Tch... Don't move. I'll remove it...

*licks...

Yui : (… He's licking...!)

Ayato : Heeeh... It's quite delicious. The taste is worthy of it's reputation. But...

I prefer this one. *kiss...

Yui : Hmm... !

(Ayato-kun kisses me when there's so many people...!)

A-Ayato-kun... ! It's not the time to play around... !

Ayato : Oh ? Hey, look at that. There's a key shaped signboard. Isn't it over here ?

Yui : Eh !? Ah... That's true. It's over here

Ayato : Alright, let's go !

Yui : (… ! I have the feeling I've been well deceived !)

*They knock at the door

Yui : Pardon uuuuus

Ayato : Hey, is no one here !?

Yui : (Maybe they're on break...?)

Flower shopkeeper : Aah, if you're looking for the locksmith, he's actually on break

Yui : Eh... !?

Flower shopkeeper : … He always closes the store during the parade, saying there's few customers

Yui : (N-No way...)

Ayato : Shit ! We finally made all the way here and he's on break !? Are you fucking kidding me !?

Aah-aah, I quickly lost interest... I'm too tired to do other things today...

Yui : (… He must be a little tired...)

Ayato : Hey, breastless. He said we have until tomorrow to repair the key, right ?

Yui : Yes...

Ayato : In that case, let's look for the locksmith without hesitation tomorrow

It will be hard to find someone we never met in that crowd

Yui : (That must be true...)

(Besides, Ayato-kun helped me, when I was entangled, by working hard and seeling crepes...)

(He wants to take a little break...)

… That's right. Then, let's head back to the hotel early...

Ayato : Stuuupid, Which idiot would return to the hotel at such a time ?

Yui : Eh ?

Ayato : Now that we're here, let's go watch the parade for a bit

If we go all out tomorrow, we'll manage to do it in some way. So let's go !

Yui : Ah, wait, Ayato-kun... !

Scene change : Saint nore park street

Ayato : Aah, the magic carpet was the best ! Now, where are we going next... ?

Yui : (Ayato-kun is having fun... I'm glad)

(We still have problems piled up but he wants to have some fun at the long-awaited parade...)

Ayato : Oh, there's a thing that looks fun other here. Hey, let's go

Yui : Okay !

Scene change : Saint nore park street

Ayato : Alright, it's a game where you have to escape from this mirror house as fast as possible !

Yui : I get it

Ayato : Hehe, I definitely won't lose ! The Great Me will go this way. See ya at the exit !

*Ayato leaves

Yui : (Alright, I'll try my best to not lose either !)

Scene change : Mirror house

Yui : (Hmm...)

(It's the same scenery no matter where I go, as if I've been going around the same place over and over again...)

*white flash

Yui : … !?

(W-What... ? I suddenly feel dizzy...)

(Maybe I'm getting sick because of the mirror house...?)

*another white flash

Yui : … !

(… No... It's not that... I'm sick...)

(My heart... The kleinod is acting strange...)

*Yui falls

Yui : (Everything before me... becomes dark...)

(… Ayato... kun...)

??? : … ss... Miss...

Yui : (…)

??? : Miss... Hang on. Miss... !

Yui : (… Who is... calling me...?)

*Yui opens her eyes

Yui : … Hmm... ?

Vampire gentleman : Aah, you came to ! I'm so glad !

Yui : (Ah... I see, I collapsed inside the mirror house...)

Vampire gentleman : I got scared when you collapsed in such a place. I'll bring someone....--

Ayato : … Hey ! What the hell are you doing !? Get away from her right now !!

*Ayato kicks the vampire

Vampire gentleman : Ugu !?

Yui : … ! Ayato-kun !?

*Ayato gets closer

Ayato : Yui ! Are you okay !?

Hey, you bastard ! She belongs to the Great Me ! I won't show mercy to those who lay a hand on her without my permission !

Vampire gentleman : Guh... Lay a hand on her... ? I was just...

Ayato : It's useless to make excuses ! I'm gonna beat your ass right now !

Yui : (… ! He absolutely guessed it wrong !)

Ayato-kun ! That's wrong !! You're misunderstanding !

This person was just helping me when I wasn't feeling well...

Ayato : Aah... ? What the heck... ?

Vampire gentleman : Hmph... This is what I get for showing kidness... ! That was impolite of me !

*The vampire left

Yui : Ah...

(He left...)

You suddenly hit him. You went too far, no matter how you put it...

Ayato : Tch, I couldn't help it...

'Cause from my angle, it just looked like that bastard was sucking your blood...

Geez... I waited at the exist but you wouldn't come out, so I got worried and came...

Yui : (… Ayato-kun...)

I'm sorry for worrying you...

Ayato : Hey, more importantly, you said that you weren't feeling well... Are you okay ?

Yui : … Yes, I'm fine now...

*white flash

Yui : ...-- !?

(… Again...?)

Ayato : … !? Hey !

Yui : (No... My consciousness is...)

*Yui lose consciousness

Ayato : Yui !

*some time passes

Yui : (… What is this... ? I feel that my body’s light...)

??? : ui... Yui... !

*Yui opens her eyes

Place : Hotel Mondstein – Guest room

Yui : … Hmm... ?

(This is... The hotel...?)

Ayato : Ah ! You finally came to...

Yui : Ayato-kun... I...

Ayato : You passed out and I panicked ! So I carried you and head back here first

*Ayato gets closer

Ayato : … Are you okay ?

Yui : Yes, I'm fine now

Ayato : Hm, that's great then, but... Don't overdo it, okay ?

Yui : (Ah... He's stroking my head...)

Ayato : Sigh... Anyway, it's getting late now so get some sleep

Yui : Yes, I will do that. I'm sorry for causing lots of troubles

Ayato : … It's fine. Besides, I never thought you caused me any trouble

Your safety is what matters most to me...

Yui : (Ayato-kun... You're so kind...)

(… Now that I'm relieved, I feel sleepy...)

*Yui falls asleep

Yui : (… This place is...?)

(Could it be again...?)

Mysterious man : … Hello, it's been a while

Yui : (This voice...)

Are you by any chance... the earl of Walter... ?

Mysterious man : Hehe... Well, what about it ?

Yui : …...

Mysterious man : You know, this Ayato guy... He's quite infatuated with you

To think he would hit so quickly a complete stranger who was a kind man... How troublesome

Yui : … So you saw this...

Mysterious man : That's right, I saw everything... Still, I wonder for what reason he's attached to you so far

Yui : Reason... ?

Mysterious man : That's right. Have you ever thought about it ?

Yui : Well...

Mysterious man : Are you perhaps thinking... It's because he loves you ?

Yui : … !

Mysterious man : Hehe, it seems I hit the mark. However, you should think it over without delay, in that case

Yui : … What do you mean ?

Mysterious man : As you see, this man always sticks to being the best

This is why he doesn't want to hand over you, who possesses this one and only heart, to anyone... Am I wrong ?

Yui : … That's... !

(Is he implying Ayato-kun is protecting me for my heart...?)

(That must be wrong... Because Ayato-kun isn't...!)

Ayato-kun isn't this kind of person. He clearly...

(… Thinks about myself... Not my heart...)

Mysterious man : … Hehe... Hahaha... !

Yui : … What's so funny ?

Mysterious man : Nothing, sorry. I was just thinking how foolish you are, you poor girl...

Do you truly think vampires understand things such as love ?

… If you do, you make a big mistake

*Yui wakes up

Yui : … Haa... ! Haa... Haa...

(… Was it a dream just now...?)

… Ayato-kun... ?

(… Looks like he's not here... Did he go out...?)

*flashback

Mysterious man : Do you truly think vampires understand things such as love ?

… If you do, you make a big mistake

*end of flashback

Yui : (… That's not true. Ayato-kun isn't that kind of person)

(I trust him...)

Chapter 2 : End

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers translations #diabolik lovers lunatic parade #sakamaki ayato #Komori Yui #chapter 2

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“I hate to admit it,” Theo said in between blocking a kick from Abby. “But you are exceptionally good at this.”

“I learned it from my cousin,” she panted, getting in position for another attack. “He never let me participate, but I always tagged along whenever he went to practice. I picked up quite a bit.”

She crouched, then lunged at Theo. She anticipated he would try to block her again, so as she flew in the air, she brought her hands together, allowed her powers to course through her veins and let out a blast of golden light in his direction. Theo averted his eyes, momentarily distracted, allowing Abby to land a kick square in his chest. He coughed, and fell backwards with Abby standing over him.

“Well played.”

‘What’s going on here?” said Cody, entering the training room with his arms crossed. “Abby, where’s the gown you boarded the ship with?”

“Theo gave me this new outfit to wear. He’s training me,” Abby announced. Cody’s eyes widened.

“What? Are you insane, Yamada?’ Cody demanded.

“That’s Captain Yamada to you,” Theo retorted, jabbing a finger in Cody’s chest.

“Watch it, pretty boy. This is my cousin we’re dealing with here. I’ve spent my whole life protecting her from harm, and that’s not gonna stop now.”

“Listen, she begged me to train her-”

“And you listened to her? She’s just 17--”

“I’m 17!” Abby shouted suddenly. She  got in between the two young men. “Yes, I asked to join Theo’s crew because I wanted to.”

“I don’t care how mature you think you are,” Cody hissed. “My job is to protect you, not to let you throw yourselves in harm's way. I can’t let you do this, Abby.”

He reached out and grabbed Abby’s arm, pulling her out of the training room. Abby scowled, and Theo shrugged. No skin off his bones, right?

Wrong. Abby was right at the door of his quarters within an hour, knocking repeatedly. He pressed a button to let her in.

“What is it?”

“Well, aren’t we going to train again?” she asked.

“Princess, you heard your cousin. I’m not gonna have him on my back for going against him to train you.”

“But I can do it, Theo! You saw me out there with you. I promise I won’t put myself in danger,” she pleaded.

“...I don’t know how we’ll get past your cousin.”

“We can ask your brother to distract him. I know Trent has a thing for him. I’ve seen the way they look at each other.”

“You think my brother actually likes him? He falls in love with every cute boy who looks at him, but it never lasts.”

“So you admit my cousin is cute huh?” Abby teased. Theo blushed bright red and scoffed.

“Please. I can recognize an attractive person when I see them,” he said dismissively. He very briefly glances at Abby, then rolls his eyes.

“So, you’ll do it?” Abby pressed.

“Fine, but this was your idea.”

-----

“You want me to seduce the royal guard captain so he doesn’t find out you went behind his back to train his cousin and the princess of Venus to fight?” Trent repeated back to his older twin.

“Yeah, basically.”

“Well, he’s cute, but he’s a bit of a challenge. He doesn’t seem to respond to my charms much.”

“Maybe because your charms consist of watching the guy from afar, sighing dramatically in the hopes that he’d notice you. Then you’d run away,” Theo chuckled. Trent gives THeo a friendly punch in the arm

“Ahh shaddup, that’s not how it goes...usually...sometimes…Anyways, do you want my help or not.”

“I do, I do! I swear. Just...actually talk to him, will you?”

“By the time I’m done, he’ll be wrapped around my finger,” Trent said confidently.

“In real life or in your dreams?” Theo joked.

“Don’t you have a princess to train?” Trent scoffs, pushing his twin towards the door just as he saw Cody strolling down the hall.

He stopped right in front of the shorter male.

“Oh, it’s you. The other twin,” Cody said.

“And you must be Cody, the royal guard captain,” he purred. “I’ve heard so many things about you.”

Cody raised an eyebrow. A smile creeped on his face. Unlike his uptight brother, Trent was much more pleasant to talk to. And cuter.

“Oh really? What kind of things?” He asked.

“All sorts of things. But I’d rather hear them from you. I know you’re really great with your words.”

“Well, I should probably check on my cousin fir-”

“She’s fine!” Trent blurted out. Suddenly, there was the sound of a battle cry, and something hit the wall. Cody spun around in the direction of the training room.

“What was that?’ Cody demanded, marching over to the training room. Trent scrambled over, reaching for his arm.

“W-wait! It’s probably some space debris, Cody. Let’s go back to my room and-”

“Debris doesn’t scream, Trent. What’s going on here?”

Cody opened the door to the training room. The only person in there is Theo in his training garb.

“Where’s Abby?” Cody asks.

“She was...in her room and went to the bathroom.”

“Oh really?  Abby? Abby, come over here.”

Abby stolls down the hallway in her normal dress.

“Did you want something, Cody?” she asked innocently.

“Where were you just now?”

“I just came from the bathroom and I’m heading to my room,” she said innocently. Cody narrowed his eyes at her and Theo, but said nothing.

“Hmm...I suspect something’s off here, but I’m gonnaa give Abby the benefit of the doubt. Come on Trent. I’ll tell you about the time I fought a pack of wild beasts at age 15.”

He held out his hand. Trent, not used to someone actually returning his affections, turned bright red. He looked up, and Cody gave him an encouraging smile.

“Come on Trent, don’t tell me you’re all flirt and no bite,” Theo teased. Trent scowled at his older twin brother.

“Screw you,” he growled, taking Cody’s hand. “Anyways, my room is down the hall right here…”

Theo waited until the two of them disappear down the hall to turn back to Abby.

“That was a smooth deception if I do say so myself,” he commented.

“You learn to get around pesky older relatives growing up,” she said. ‘I’m used to it.”

“Well, we can train more later. We’re making a pit stop at the Earth’s moon to refill.”

#my ocs #space au

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Yugioh S2 Ep 21: Hey, It’s a Party, Lets All Get Kidnapped!

Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve worked on these. I’m back from my cross-country travels, I’ve overcome my food poisoning because of said travels, and I did like 2 Inktobers so I’m officially allowed to quit and then never do Inktober again till the end of the month so now that’s over with, lets get back to Yugioh. Thankfully, Joey is here to recap for us what has been going on so far in the show, via a phone call to his sister where he literally started off the episode saying this line.

It is episode 21, Joey has run out of excuses, and the crew has decided that now is the time to finally find their friend who definitely is being tailed by a murderer with psychic powers.

Because no one wants to ever call the cops on this show.

I can see why Yugi and Grandpa might not, since Pharaoh may have done some criminal nonsense before he reformed at the end of S1 (I mean Season Zero isn’t not NOT canon) and I can see why Joey might not because bro mentioned that he had some sort of dealing with the mini-Yakuza or something in Season Zero (I look forward to that). Tristan already thinks he is a cop so I can see why he doesn’t either. But maybe Tea should call the police. She doesn’t work at the must-be-18-to-work-here-so-it’s-probably-a-stripper-joint-after-10-PM burger place anymore, she’d be fine. Probably.

I mean they did illegally invade a country last season and was complicit in the removal of that country’s leader’s right golden eyeball so like...yeah...

But now that Yugi has the company of three people inside of his head and Kaiba alongside him--who is always communicating with Mokuba on his jacket walkie talkie (like he went out of his way to make a jacket that has solely one function because it clearly doesn’t keep him warm without those arms--and the function is to call up his little brother and complain about the people who are two feet away and can hear him complaining about them), but this means Yugi actually has more people in his 2-person party than the other crew of 4 people. Anyway, he’s certainly not lonely.

But first we gotta throw Tea’s phone around and have some comedy hijinks.

(read more under the cut)

Tea x Cell Phone giving me more energy than Tea x Yugi but that’s actually true of every teenager and their intense relationship with their phone. Accurate. Hell, it’s true of me as an adult.

I also love how they throw this phone in our face just to remind us how neither Yugi has called Tea or how Tea could easily call Kaiba AKA the guy in charge who knows where everyone is, since he’s in their High School phone book, but wtv. We gotta first sort out who’s gonna pick up Serenity from the hospital although her bandages aren’t even off yet.

We’ve already clarified how dangerous this whole tourney is, and the fact that during these finals they might be ground zero for when the world might actually stop functioning entirely, maybe don’t throw your blind sister into the mix? Girl has enough problems right now. Maybe keep her in the hospital preemptively. Y’all are probably going to end up there anyway. She can book you a reservation.

I do appreciate the Tristan stance in this shot.

Anyway, sensing that the crew might actually do something, Bakura decides to show up and make some mad insane nonsense again. Ah, our wild card, Bakura, our Charlie Kelly.

Lol What? His big master plan is to feign an injury? (I’m assuming this is fake? But he’s also sweating a whole lot? Maybe they had a fight club behind the scenes that got edited out?) But you know, if you’re gonna try to sell a broken arm then wouldn’t you want to like...wear an sling?

Wtv, we’ve already learned from last season that literally all these people are the very worst boy scouts and would absolutely die in the woods. Apparently they would also absolutely die if they had to administer actual first aid rather than vague card magic. I was kinda thinking that Marik miiiight be a better scout from all his tomb runs, but from the looks of it he’s too busy being as incompetently evil as possible to learn how to tie a simple bandage.

Nice that Bakura waited until the moment Tristan left to start being shady again. I guess that Bakura also remembers that one time that Tristan hulk-punched him so hard - in the shadow realm where mere mortals should not be able to even move - that God-Mode-Bakura passed out for like 45 minutes.

I’m a little confused at how this at all works with Marik’s plan, since it’s really not that hard to abduct Grandpa, but o well, this was the plan they went with. They ARE teens after all, and teens kind of live by the mantra of “I dunno, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” I guess it’s less complicated than making sure he watches a haunted VCR tape.

So off Grandpa goes with Bakura, meaning Gramps is probably going to be a card or some other sort of lifeless husk in a few episodes or so. It was a good run, Gramps.

Honestly, Bakura should just heavily suggest Gramps just go back to work the counter of his Super Gonna Curse You Weasley’s Wizard Wheezly’s, you know, the shop he actually owns. That shop who’s name is canonically “Turtle Game” (good name for a card shop, really gets it across. Great business decision.) And really, it’s been 2 days since he’s stayed open past 9 AM. Does he not pay rent? He seriously might not, we do not know who’s the owner of that house/shop. For all we know it’s Yugi’s Dad who is........somewhere?......

And speaking of missing people, the two most direction-less folks in the universe decided to make this show even longer when they could have easily skipped like 8 episodes if they had just crossed the street. Instead, they’re going to backtrack back to the Shamu exhibit while somehow not overhearing Bakura screaming in his British(?) accent.

Sometimes I’m impressed by all the well placed irony in this show. Here come the two God-characters of the A-team. One has the infinite reaches of technology, the other has the infinite reaches of dark magic. They can do anything except navigate a map and find their friends who are within I assume a 10-block radius.

Now I know, I know, Namu’s an actual name people actually have. Much like Mary Jane. Or AceBluntz420. But forgive me, I am from California.

Also I just went down a rabbit hole of K-pop and the only song I could find that said “tree” enough times was “tree of Sephiroth” which was a pretty good banger but not what I was going for. Again, I’m stymied by my naive, elementary level K-pop education. One day I will be a master of K-pop but I am yet just a newbie with a couple of Black Pink and BTS on my Spotify.

One day I will know enough about Kpop to know which of the songs are about romance and which are about weed but alas, I just like looking at the pretty lights and the pretty colors and the fun dancing like a newborn babe.

But anyway, couldn’t help but notice - THAT’S the name he actually chose for himself, huh?

I mean I looked it up and Namu is also a Buddhism reference in Japanese and that’s probably what the show makers were going for, but safe to say, Marik is clearly not a Buddhist. He is literally in charge of a Pharaoh cult. Well, used to be. It seems like Marik’s just out to destroy his own God. He’d be the hero in really any other anime with motives like that. Hm.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for Marik wanting to vaguely rule the world I’d probably side with him completely, lets be real. Pharaoh is kind of a huge problem. And while I do like Pharaoh now, it took me kind of a while, and if Marik showed up S1 I’d be like “Yes, finally, please kill the already dead insufferable ghost.”

So, Marik decides to become friends with Joey and Tea.

This sure was a lot of work to become friends with Joey and Tea. Did Marik not realize that if they’re also buds with a guy who is possessed by a ghost, they might have low enough standards that he doesn’t need to jump through any hoops?

Marik could have just walked up and said “hey, remember me? From class?” and these two would have been like “yeaaaah” because it’s been so long since they’ve attended that they would have had no idea that he was never enrolled.

Anyways, Pharaoh’s arrived to scream at the top of his lungs about a bomb threat at a theme park.

Bummer that Mako Tsunami finished his act and I guess went back to his home island on the back of another whale he had parked outside the theme park.

Also it says a lot about what this town goes through that Yugi, shouting about how everyone’s going to die, doesn’t seem to perturb a single member of this audience. They’re just like “shaddup, I’m looking at the large dolphin.”

The total amount of time that Marik could handle being friends with Tea and Joey : maybe about 30 seconds.

Which makes you wonder why he even bothered with this charade, but maybe he just wanted to get rid of Bakura because that guys kind of a mess.

And then just when I thought it would never ever actually happen.

It happened.

I don’t recall any era where non flip-phones had little antennae. I think this was kind of before my time. Good. Finally something on this show that I’m too young for.

Jokes on this mook for thinking he could ever crush a Nokia with his shoe. Actually impossible. I’m sure there’s Nokias that have outlived being run over by a Jeep.

Yo my payphones never had digital minute indicators on it. You can even read the numbers on the numpad? And there’s no gum lodged in the coin slot? This is not how I remember payphones.

Yo second thought, maybe those are 33 seconds and not minutes? Eh, what do I know, I’m a millennial, I don’t really remember how those awful things worked. RIP payphones, you were always spooky and the worst. Like honestly if a ghost Pharaoh would live in anything, it would be a payphone. If you ever had to use a payphone with a phone card, then you’d understand that it’s more an unsolvable puzzle than any puzzle pyramid.

And I guess that Mokuba just felt left out, so he decided to leave his brother and just wander off by himself on a rooftop where there’d be no witnesses?

Mokuba, why are you on the roof? How does everyone in Domino have roof access? And is the internet so bad in this town that you must be on a roof to get any signal?

please admire the leg wraps on this guy’s ankles. They’re like high fantasy legwarmers.

*why ever duel with cards when you can freakin fly*

WOW, KIDS SHOW. That sure is dangling a small child off a helicopter!

And like, Mokuba just hangs there for a while--no joke, he’s just hovering in the background of every shot for kicks and I’m just like...how did this kid’s show get made????? The 00′s was a different time.

This past week I’ve been watching my older brother’s 5 kids and so I’ve been watching their TV shows and youknow The Descendants 2 would have been a very different movie with edgy, rogue helicopters in it. Though I will admit Yugioh could do with a couple more dance sequences. (and Yugioh might legit have better fashion than The Descendants 2, why the hell was Cruella DeVil’s son wearing bright red baggy capri shorts to a cotillion ball? Anyway, I’m putting Descendants on my “possibly recap this later” list.)

I get that the intern who was putting this scene together might not have known about the helicopter incident in the shot right before this when they drew in these people just on the street on their cell but mannnnnnn.

I love the implication that this happens so often to children in Domino that no one freakin cares anymore.

Reminder that Kaiba refuses to believe in magic and has no idea wtf is going on. Like he knows there’s some yummy cards he wants--that’s it. He doesn’t think this is the end of the world, he doesn’t think anyone here is magic. He just thinks Yugi is a super weird kid from Spanish class who's voice keeps cracking and that Marik is some sort of weird mafia boss. He was not expecting this tourney to become kidnapping central and I mean no one could have predicted this next part either.

...

So Marik’s plan, lets just walk through it.

These two loose to Kaiba and Yugi, then these two violently pass out, Pharaoh runs over and shakes up the fat one for a little bit, and then Kaiba and Yugi go to a theme park. These two guys intentionally lost and got beat up for no reason?

And then, he sends the same people who have Already Lost back to Yugi and Kaiba, to use a different deck than the one they used the first time?

Why not use this amazing deck they had the entire time the first time? Why are all of Marik’s plans so roundabout?

I mean I guess they had to lure these two to the roof but not really actually--once you beat Yugi in a game then boom the puzzle is yours so you don’t actually have to...whatever, they’re on a roof and and it’s edgy and it’s scenic and it’s gonna get real Jack Baur on us.

oh man this workaround to “but they never actually go splat because they die before they hit the bottom” which is infinitely worse than actually just falling down.

So seeing no other solution, they decide to endanger the lives of hundreds of people and play this exploding rooftop version of Yugioh.

I mean last season we sure did go through a lot of time trying to get Kaiba off a ledge of a tall building and now he’s just...back on that ledge. Well. OK then. These kids and ledges.

Really was a line in the show that Kaiba listed the only two things these guys have done wrong and it’s like--well they used the wrong deck the first time. That was probably actually a really big thing they did wrong. Also they could have kept Pharaoh in an infinite rock-paper-scissors loop but passed up on the opportunity. TBH these guys make a lot of mistakes but we’ve been over this before, Kaiba can only remember 2 things. Weird that this has become canon, but here we are.

I guess Kaiba suddenly remembered he had a grudge.

He forgot for a few episodes, but the grudge is back. He must have written it on the back of his hand “don’t forget you hate Yugi” and then when he went to  scratch an itch was like “OMG I can’t believe it, I forgot again!”

That bean.

Anyway, next week, on Yugioh:

Does Kaiba’s helicopters get into a helicopter fight with Marik’s helicopters and keep Mokuba dangling there the entire time? Does Joey get to throw a couple mooks over his shoulder like that time he took on 18 ruffians in a warehouse or will these ruffians be too ruffian even for Jo? Will Tea, after her hearts been consumed by darkness, and she becomes a nobody or a heartless or whatever, realize that she’s dating a dark wizard this entire time so it literally doesn’t matter?

Anyways, I mentioned K-pop so here you go, a moment of happy handsome boy Zen in this overwhelming world.

#yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #S2 Ep21 #yugi muto #tea gardner #joey wheeler #Marik ishtar #bakura #seto kaiba #mokuba #kaiba #I think they're called the lunar twins I dunno #I don't feel like looking it up #lunar twins #serenity wheeler #grandpa muto #tristan taylor #I see dangerous ledge is back #dangling a small child from a helicopter #yugi actually uses a phone

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Treehouse

Pairing(s): Race/Davey, Finch/Albert, Jack/Crutchie

Warnings: NSFW mentions (Nothing explicit), mentions of drug use (Weed)

Word Count: 374

Summary: Everyone hangs out in a treehouse, concerned boyfriends, overly loud music, and memories of a party, ending with Cards Against Humanity

Author Notes: I’m not very proud of this one, I wasn’t sure how to end it, and it’s short, but R a v e y

“Hey, why do you always have headphones with you?” Race asked. He and Davey were in an old treehouse after school, leaning against each other. Davey thought for a minute. “I hate quiet.” “What do ya listen to?” he asked, snatching the headphones from his boyfriend’s neck. Davey rolled his eyes and unpaused the music. Race was blasted with Panic! At The Disco immediately. “Holy shit, how’re you not deaf yet? Be careful!” he exclaimed after pulling off the headphones. “Yeah, I need to be careful. I'm the one getting in fights.” “Shaddup” Race pulled Davey down for a kiss.

Their moment was interrupted when an acorn hit Race in the head. “Stop making out and let us in!” Finch called from under the tree. Him, Albert, Jack, and Crutchie were all waiting for the rope to drop. Davey facepalmed and blushed. “We were not making out!” he and Race yelled in unison, while throwing down a rope. “Suuuure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Al said, tossing a can of soda onto the couch. “Fuck off, we caught you and Finch getting handsy in the guest room at a party,” Race retorted. Al and Finch awkwardly looked at the ceiling at the memory. “Oh, leave them be, we were all high off our asses, which was your fault,” Jack called, carefully letting Crutchie off of his back and kissing their forehead. Davey blinked. “I don’t remember that.” “You probably were the highest.” Crutchie said, rolling their eyes. “And you ate a whole bag of chips. Like, the family sized one.” “I’m never bringing weed near you again, it was insane,” Race commented, kissing Davey’s cheek. “Back to the subject. If you weren’t making out, what were you doing?” Finch asked, draping himself upside down on the couch. “Being deafened by Panic! At The Disco.” “Race, it wasn’t that loud.” “Yeah it was. Shut up.”

A few hours of Cards Against Humanity later, complete with a sugar rush and crash that resulted in Albert passed out on top of Finch, everyone started to go home. Race and Davey sat with intertwined fingers, clearly tired. “I should head home.” “M’kay babe,” Race replied, giving Davey a hug before they went down the rope ladder, each heading towards their houses.

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