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duckiemimi · 8 months

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Hi Mimi hoping you’re doing good If you don’t mind me asking do you have any headcanons personal or not on gojo and geto or any characters in general?

AAA what a lovely question! thank u for asking me! though i will go out to say, i think a lot of my headcanons have interspersed into some of my analyses (and fics!) 😭 i can’t help it—they’re so dear to me, sometimes i forget where i start and where they end :’) i try my best to separate, though! some of my headcanons are serious, some are plausible, and some just make me laugh. i’ll make this into a little list then:

⟡ geto and gojo did NOT get along when they first met. it was during their first class—yaga had just asked a question about what it means to be a jujutsu sorcerer. geto, the then budding honor student, raised his hand and voiced his thoughts (something righteous, something justice-driven). gojo, who was silent and aloof the whole class, couldn’t help but comment. they fought in the classroom an hour into their first day. thank god the gojo clan has money because they obliterated half the building.

(interestingly enough, that show of power was taken into consideration when they got promoted to special grades a month later!)

⟡ shoko comes from a jujutsu clan. it’s not a prestigious one like the big three, but they’re still very respected, akin to the inumaki clan. their innate familial CT is RCT—it’s why shoko couldn’t explain it well to gojo that one time; it was just muscle memory to her, innate! the loneliness took some time to learn, though.

⟡ utahime and gakuganji are related and come from one clan. they specialize in ritualistic, supporting CTs (like in the manga!). utahime went to school in tokyo, but moved back to kyoto because her family lives there and because gakuganji was the principal in that branch. (nepo baby utahime? then again, that could be said for a lot of characters here.) mei mei is her upperclassman by three years.

⟡ when gojo was younger, his retainers (along with multiple bodyguards, hidden and in plain sight) would take him out to walk around the city. it’s why he doesn’t mind traveling far for his missions because while they pile up, he enjoys the time he spends exploring different places.

(it’s also why we saw him roaming the city alone in that one panel. maybe he was ten or twelve there? he’d sneak out during his homeschool lessons when it got boring. “tell me something i don’t know.”—a pre-pubescent gojo, probably.)

⟡ during these walks he used to go on as a child, his retainers would try to prevent him from lingering too long at one place because people talk. the people in town were all afraid and in awe of him; resentful, curious, scared. he looked different, he felt different, and every time he glanced in their direction, it would unnerve them to no end. a young gojo didn’t quite understand why at first. sometimes, they’d whisper the occasional cruel comment amongst themselves. gojo’s eyes are great, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hear.

whenever they’d reach the end of their walks, back at the gojo estate, his retainers would always crouch down and cup his face, darting their eyes around, wary that a clan member might see (even worse—his parents). they’d tell him that everything those people said were lies and weren’t true at all. they’d tell him that he’s a good child. it’s a core memory for gojo.

⟡ geto was in the judo club in middle school. it made him feel a little less lonely at home and it was an outlet for all his frustrations, for all the things he couldn’t say. he was more himself when he moved. then in jujutsu high, he took all the martial arts lessons very seriously because now he had reason to fight and train so hard; a purpose; a meaning. even ten years after defecting, his form and technique was still impeccably perfect.

⟡ geto was a social smoker, meanwhile shoko is a chronic one.

⟡ geto stopped smoking after he took in mimiko and nanako.

⟡ despite his busy, busy schedule, a freshly graduated gojo always made time to see how megumi and tsumiki were doing. he’d help them with their homework (tsumiki was always receptive; it took megumi some time to accept homework help), he’d shower them in souvenir sweets, and he’d walk megumi’s dogs with him. he tried his best! he still does!

⟡ contrary to popular opinion, gojo does sleep. or at least, he tries. it doesn’t really count as sleep if it’s all dream, though.

⟡ in the early days, geto tried to get mimiko and nanako to call him anything but master. after a year of them calling him that, it just stuck, and in geto’s head at the time, it fit his public image, so he just stopped trying.

⟡ mimiko and nanako enrolled in non-sorcerer schools. education is important, geto told them, but the sanitization they had to go through at home, after school, was tedious. geto would always ask them what they learned in class, making sure they weren’t empathizing with the non-sorcerers, reminding them that facts are facts and there is no meaning to them. sometimes, while mimiko and nanako wait for a cult-member to pick them up after school, they’d watch their classmates hug their parents at the gate. sometimes, they’d think of calling him papa.

⟡ geto had a crush on gojo in high school, halfway through their first year. gojo never thought about that (romance, relationships, and such) till his third year. they never acted on anything during the two years in between when they were constantly together.

⟡ whenever geto and gojo would meet during those ten years, it would always be out of gojo’s request, though he’d deny it if you asked. geto would always try to stay away (he’s burned the bridge, goddammit, he can’t keep risking the distance), but then he’d take one look at gojo and it would be hard to. he’d always regret it after.

⟡ the first time shoko and utahime drank together, it was a little after shoko’s graduation. drunk and delirious, shoko started talking about how lonely she was, and how frustrated she was because her two best friends are so fucking stupid. utahime helped her home and swore to never tell anybody about it. now they drink together pretty often.

these are the ones at the top of my head! maybe i’ll add on if i remember some more, but thanks again for asking!

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mysteryshoptls · 10 months

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SR Malleus Draconia Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"Allow me to reward you"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Cater: Hmm, where oh where is the little duskweed-chan～

Cater: Man, Crewel-sensei sure does make it hard on us, telling us to go find our own ingredients for the experiment.

Cater: Malleus-kun, your class has the same assignment, right? You having any luck finding the herbs you need?

Malleus: I only have the fireweed left to find. It seems they can be found in the subtropical zone, so I shall harvest them there.

Cater: Ah! Wait, around this time, the subtropical zone is…

[Botanical Garden – Subtropical Zone]

Malleus: …Oh.

Cater: Oh man, I was a little too late…

Malleus: What is this, Diamond? Water suddenly started spraying everywhere.

Cater: That's a sprinkler. They're there to simulate rain to help water the plants.

Cater: This zone has designated squall times, in order to mimic closely a real subtropical place. You didn't know?

Malleus: …

Cater: Man, your lab coat is drenched. You okay?

Malleus: I can dry off with magic quick enough. There is no issue… Ah!

Cater: Hm? What's wrong, why're you panicking all of a sudden? Did you have your phone in your pocket?

Malleus: No, nothing like that.

Cater: What's that… A watch? No. Huh? …Wait, is that a…

Malleus: This is something that Lilia brought home as a gift for me from another country.

Malleus: I had taken quite the liking to this thing… I did not intend to get water on it.

Malleus: …Ah. It is no longer working. And I had been taking care of it for some time now.

Cater: Yeah, I bet it'd be hard to find another of that if it breaks. I don't think I've ever seen it sold in stores, even.

Malleus: …

Cater: But I bet you can fix it with magic, can't you?

Malleus: …This little thing is not a magical device, it is purely mechanical.

Malleus: I do not know much about technology. I cannot fix something I do not understand.

Malleus: ….........

Cater: I see… Hey, huh? Malleus-kun, did that hurt you that much? You seem real down.

Cater: Hmmm. But, yeah, I guess I'd get it, if it was something you really treasured.

Malleus: …Diamond, do you know anyone who may be able to repair it?

Cater: Repair it? Yeah, I mean, when it comes to devices like that, the first person that'd pop into my head would be Idia-kun, but…

Cater: I'm pretty sure he'd run away if you reached out to him, so… Who's more realistic…? Hmm…

Cater: Ah! What about Deuce-chan from my dorm?

Malleus: Deuce?

Cater: Yeah, Deuce Spade. He's a first year in Heartslabyul. Apparently, he's actually pretty good at tinkering with stuff.

Cater: I just learned about it recently, myself. We had an audio system in the lounge that wasn't working, and he fixed it for us～

Malleus: I see… Good to know. What class is Spade in?

Cater: I'm pretty sure he's in Class 1-A.

[class chime ♪]

Cater: Hey, Malleus-kun, where're you going? Wait, you're not…

Malleus: I shall go call upon Spade. After all, they do say one should strike while the iron is hot.

Cater: Eh, really? But if you suddenly appear in front of the first-year classroom…

[Malleus disappears]

Cater: Ah, fast! He's already gone!

Cater: …Oops, Deuce-chan, forgive me ♪

[Classroom]

Classmate A: H-Hey, Deuce… I was just told out in the hallway to come get you…

Deuce: Me? By who?

Classmate A: That's the thing… It… It's Malleus Draconia!

Deuce: Ehhh!?

Classmate B: Th-That Malleus Draconia!? The guy who's one of the top five mages in the world?

Classmate C: I heard that he's descended from fae, and when he gets angry, he'll transform into a dragon and breathe fire…

Classmate D: Why would the Dorm Leader of Diasomnia come all this way to one of the first-year classrooms!? You gotta be kidding me!

Ace: Deuce… What kind of stupid thing did you do to get called out by a super scary upperclassman?

Deuce: I don't know! There's no reason he'd need to call me out, uh… Well, no real reason.

Ace: What, so there really is a reason?

Deuce: But if he's calling me out by name, and run away instead… That'd make me a huge coward. That's not what a real man does.

Deuce: I'm sure Draconia-senpai feels the same, and that's why he called me out in a fair and square way. I just gotta grit my teeth and take him on.

Ace: There it is, Deuce's delinquent side. If you don't know why he's asking for you, you probably shouldn't go, though.

Deuce: Ace, I don't need your help. Well… Maybe you can at least pick up my pieces afterwards.

Ace: I mean, I wasn't gonna help you in the first place, but… Aaaand he's gone.

Ace: Deuce… I'll never forget you.

Classmates: [nod, nod]

[Interior Hallway]

Malleus: So, Spade, you came.

Malleus: Let's move to somewhere quieter. Follow me.

Deuce: …Right.

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst malleus #twst cater #twst ace #twst deuce #twst translation #mention: crewel #mention: idia

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shealynn88 · 2 years

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Proof (Drarry, G)

Not quite a microfic for @drarrymicrofic prompt, ‘Proof’:

“Harry,” someone calls out from the madness of uni students rushing to class.

Harry locates the upperclassman, resplendent in Gryffindor colors, when he yells Harry’s name again. He’s not someone Harry knows, but he looks impossibly smug and a little cruel, and Harry stiffens as he takes in the scene.

Just behind the ostentatious figure, Draco Malfoy is clutching a book to his chest and his eyes are just a bit too wide.

Harry’s come to sympathize with Draco a bit since the war. He’s heard some awful things about the time at the Manor, and Draco’s helped quite a bit with repairs and things. He even went and learned some healing spells to use in the infirmary—for those that would allow it.

He takes a lot of vitriol lately, like it’s his due, and Harry’s not sure it is.

“Harry! Leo Slowcrum, at your service!” The stranger, Leo, claps Harry on the shoulder. “This one says you went on a date.” Leo sneers, and Draco’s eyes go very slightly wider behind him. “I think he’s a spineless git, trying to get out of what he’s owed. What do you say, Harry?”

“A date,” Harry says incredulously before he can think. Draco goes tight and pale—paler. Bollocks. Trust Harry’s mouth to go and make things worse. “I’m not sure I’d call it a date.” He makes his choice and moves in, reaching out. “I’d call it several.” Draco clutches his hand and relaxes minutely. With one small tug, he pulls Draco to his side and sells it with his voice lowered, affectionate. “I didn’t realize we were…y’know. Telling people.”

Harry turns back to fix Leo with a hard look on their way by. “I think he’s gotten everything he’s owed, thanks.”

Leo jerks his head in an approximation of agreement, stunned. Good.

“Right, then,” Harry says, turning back to Draco and interlocking their fingers. When they’re out of earshot, he turns. “Are you okay?”

“Of course—“ Draco begins hotly. He takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have brought you into it. I suppose I am owed a beating or two. Thank you, nonetheless.” He releases Harry’s hand and curls his fingers in like he’s holding something.

Harry takes a breath. “You’ve been tried, you’re serving your probation. You’re certainly not owed more than that. Look, use me for an excuse all you need.” His hand tingles where Draco’s palm had been. “Maybe...maybe we should go for a drink or something. To sell it. You know?”

Draco gives him an intense, weighing look. “Pott—Harry.” He swallows. “I suppose if you’d lower yourself to it for my well being, it would be rude to decline. How’s tonight for you?”

Harry bites down a protest. Lower himself. “Good. Seven?”

Draco nods.

They stare at each other for a long moment and then Harry leans in to kiss the corner of Draco’s mouth.

Draco reaches up, looking shocked but not displeased.

“Proof,” Harry says, unsure, himself, why he did it. “In case anyone else gets any ideas.”

Draco nods. “Of course.” And then he stares in a way that makes Harry never want to leave his side. “Proof.”

#sheawritesfic #drarry #drarrymicrofic #harry potter #hp fanfic #jk can bite me

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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The Wing Spiker And The Libero

Ryunosuke Tanaka X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1412

Requested: Anon

Request: can i req tanaka x male reader who’s a libero for fukurodani, they are both painfully obviously crushing for each other hard and it kills their teammates, so they keep tryna set them up together during the training camp with many failed attempts until they eventually get together yk 🫶🏼🫶🏼

You dove down getting the ball back in the air for your team, pushing yourself up onto your feet in record time ready for the next hit back, with Komi getting ready to graduate they were putting you out on the field more since you were the only other Libero that they had. You caught sight of the ball coming back over “Got it!” You yelled, passing it back forward to Akaashi who set the ball for Bokuto who gave an amazing line shot. “Guys did you see that!?” Bokuto asked, you could have sworn you saw stars in his eyes. “I saw Bokuto.” Akaashi gave a small smile at his hyper friend. “(Y/N) that was pretty amazing.” Washio clapped your shoulder and you smiled. “It’s nothing.” You waved him off. “You guys done congratulating each other!?” Kuroo called over and you shrugged. “Might take a little longer.” You shrugged as you walked to the back line again as Washio got ready to serve. The game continued back and forth for a few minutes before you came off court for a minute, you grabbed some water eyes scanning the other games briefly “how are the other teams doing?” “Kurasuno is doing pretty good.” Komi answered, “you could probably learn something from their Libero if you watched him.” “Who’s the guy he's jumping around with?” You asked as you watched the two boys in question. “That’s they’re wing spiker. He’s pretty good too.” Komi answered. “He’s pretty cute.” You smiled as you watched him hit another spike “there’s a lot of power behind that spike.” His eyes connected with yours briefly before the coach called out for you to rejoin the game.

“Dude you good?” Noya asked as he looked at Tanaka. “Do you know who that is?” Tanaka asked as he pointed over at where you were. “Huh? He’s the Libero for Fukurodani.” He answered as you jogged back onto the court stretching as you crouched low, ready for whatever came your way. “Yeah but do you know his name?” Tanaka asked. “No… Why do you wanna know?” Noya asked as he watched his best friend. “You think he’s cute?” “You know my heart belongs to Kiyoko.” He dismissed the question but Noya just smirked as we walked over to his upperclassman to inform them of his discovery.

You were sitting at lunch, most of your team going off to do their own things, while you watched playbacks of yourself to try and figure out how you could be better. “You seem like you never stop working.” You jumped at the sound of the new voice, you looked over and saw the libero from Kurasuno. “Oh hi, you're the libero from Kurasuno right?” You asked. “Names Yu Nishinoya.” He introduced himself and you smiled. “(Y/N) (L/N).” You put down the tablet that you were watching your plays on. “I was told that I could learn something from you, based on what I’ve seen you guys do on the court. That's probably true.” “Oh yeah, I guess.” Noya scratched the back of his head. “Well when you have the time I’d love to practice with you.” you said and he nodded. “Sure! We could go now if you want, I’ll get my buddy Tanaka to spike for us.” He pointed over his shoulder at the wing spiker you had seen him with before and you nodded. “Sure, let's go.” You nodded. “Hey Tanaka, are you busy?” Noya asked. “No dude what’s up?” He asked. “We need someone to spike for us.” Noya said, you waved when he glanced back to see who else was with his friend. “Oh yeah sure!” Tanaka cheered. “Bet you can’t wait to see my spikes up close and personal!” “Actually I did see your spikes today. I want to know if I can get that back in the air.” You answered with a wink. “Well let’s see how good you are.” Tanaka smirked as he shoved the rest of his food into his mouth. “Do you want to wait a little while, surely you're just going to feel sick if you jump around after eating like that.” You suggested putting your hands up as you walked forward. “Nah I’ll be fine.” He waved you off. Turned out that after about 30 minutes of training he found out that he was not fine but that was the start of your long distance friendship with Tanaka and Noya.

The next time that you both saw each other, you had gained a lot more muscle mass and had a few tricks up your sleeve. You had seen them on the TV and were sad for them when they didn’t make it to nationals. “(Y/N)?” Tanaka asked as you grabbed your bag from the couch. “Oh hey!” You waved as you looked at him, he was still as attractive as he was before, you scratched the back of your head as his eyes seemed to travel your body “are you okay?” “Oh… Yeah um… You look good.” He finally said. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself.” You smiled. “Tanaka, would you help me with something?” Kiyoko called from the coach. “Oh sure thing!” He called running off before you could say anything else. “Are you going to tell me what that was?” Bokuto asked. “What are you talking about Bokuto?” You asked as you turned away from the wing spiker. “Come on!” Bokuto wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “What are you doing Bokuto?” Akaashi asked. “Fabricating connections.” You answered, shrugging away his arm and walking towards the bedroom. “Bokuto, what were you talking about?” Akaashi asked as you walked away from them. “He likes Tanaka.” Bokuto muttered. “Who does?” They both jump at the voice of Sugawara. “Are you talking about (Y/N)?” “What does it matter to you?” Bokuto asked with a pout. “Well what if I said that I had a plan to get them together?” Suga asked. “You do?” Bokuto asked. “We really shouldn’t interfere.” Akaashi warned them but he knew that he lost them when they started talking in hushed whispers and giggling to themselves.

Over the next couple of days you were forced to sit with Tanaka and practice with Tanaka, it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it but you knew that something was wrong. The thing that actually brought you both together was Tanaka falling on the court during one of your late night practices, you had been watching the game since your time was taking a break, so you saw him go down hard, his teammates helped him over to the bench and Akaashi was the one who called you over “if I remember rightly you were taking a course for sports injuries and first aid.” “Yeah, what’s hurt?” You asked. “It’s nothing… I just went down a bit hard, you know after some rest I’ll be fine.” He answered, waving you off and you smiled. “Alright, will you let me check though just to be sure?” You asked. “Fine.” He mumbled as you ushered the others off, you started to check the knee that he had used to catch himself. “Have you noticed that they are acting weird?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded “they keep making us spend time together, we’re already friends I don’t know what they’re trying to do.” “That might be my team's fault, sorry about that.” You scratched the back of your head and reached into the first aid kit to grab an ice pack. “My team is doing it too.” He answered. “Yeah…” You nodded. “What?” He asked. “Alright if I tell you what’s going on you have to promise not to hate me.” You said sitting cross legged in front of him. “I don’t know if I can hate you.” He answered. “They’re doing this because they found out that I like you and they think that they can get us together.” You mumbled playing with your hands. “You like me?” He asked. “You don’t have to like me back it’s just, they’ll get the message eventually-” “I never said that I didn’t like you.” He frowned. “You never said you did.” You argued and he nodded. “I do.” He said softly. “So..?” You asked. “So let’s do something about it.” He suggested leaning forward, you moved your position so that you were leaning up towards him. “Sure, let's do something about it.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his lips.

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maleyanderecafe · 2 years

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hey! hope you had a fun trip :D not sure if i can call this a recommendation, as ive never played the game, but there's a pretty obscure yandere otome game named 'Lunatic Honey ~Sekai de Ichiban Kimi ga Suki~'. Someone did write about it over on deviantart, so its not completely lost

It took a bit of digging and learning how to use TextExtract, but I was able to find the game here, though the game is only in Japanese as it seems. There's not a whole ton of information on this game other than the VNDB page and the deviant art page mentioned. However, I did find two korean reviews on it that are pretty detailed, so if you are interested, try reading those. Still I played the entire thing with all endings, extras and everything, so I will be documenting as much as I can on this. It's pretty good actually, even when the translation was a bit wonky all the time (but pretty hilarious), so I really hope that someone will pick this up and properly translate it.

I will warn that almost all the endings are rather tragic and dark and there is at least one cg in this summary that involves decapitation. I won't be posting all of the CGs, but I will be posting at least one for each character.

The story of Lunatic Honey starts out with our main protagonist Yuki talking about the three yanderes in the game: Hibiki, her childhood friend who takes care of her and is a bit aloof, Haruka, the blond underclassman who adores Yuki and Ryoma the flirty and dependable upperclassman. They are all popular at school with Haruka and Ryoma having their own fanclubs (essentially) and they all love Yuki and are a bit possessive of her (oh, you know, yandere things). The first choice dictates whose route you go down, with the girls in Yuki's class asking who she likes the most.

Hibiki's route, Hibiki and Yuki head home after the school day riding on Hibiki's motorcycle after he lends her a dictionary during school. He cooks food for Yuki and then goes home, to his mother, whom he ignores and heads into his room. While his mother is begging apologizes outside of his door, Hibiki is afraid that she might try to kill him again and thinks about Yuki, praying that she'll save him. The school festival is starting soon and everyone has to participate, with Hibiki's class doing a butler cafe that Yuki wants to see. While going home, Yuki meets up with Hibiki and the two go to a restaurant to eat and paint their nails (I think it's like a prize they get since the restaurant owners thing they're a couple but it's hard to tell with the translation). Upon going home, Hibiki begs again that time will move faster so that he can see Yuki's again. The next day, after a cute exchange about the nail painting on the roof, Yuki sees someone confessing to Hibiki, who then shreds the love letter in front of the girl's face. Yuki asks why Hibiki turned her down so harshly and Hibiki states he wanted to make it clear that he didn't like her, which somehow turns to him confessing to Yuki and her turning it down (again, translations a bit rough there). Yuki goes home and cleans her room, finding a necklace that Hibiki gave her when she was younger. We get a flashback to when the two were younger, where Hibiki gives Yuki the necklace as a way to show his feelings towards her. During the festival, Yuki comes to visit Hibiki in his booth, seeing him in a waiter outfit and having a good time. After the festival, Yuki finds a cold Hibiki waiting at the entrance of her apartment and offers him to stay for the night. He takes a shower, thinking how happy he is that Yuki found him and that he will never let her go. The next morning, Yuki finds Hibiki huddled up next to the door of her room instead of on the couch. Concerned, she wakes him up and the two have breakfast. At some point, Yuki brings up the ring, and confesses her feelings, solidifying the two as a couple. At school, Hibiki reveals to the other two yanderes that they're dating, and they don't seem very happy about it, though are forced to accept it. We see how their relationship continues, with Yuki being more and more concerned about Hibiki, as he seems to know exactly where she is all the time and generally being much more possessive. On a rainy day, she sees Haruka standing in the rain and rushes to give him an umbrella, only to be stopped by Hibiki. Hibiki seems angry that she would give the umbrella to him in the first place, stating that she should only care about Hibiki. Yuki compromises and the two go together to give Haruka the umbrella. That night, Yuki remembers a memory from when she and Hibiki are younger, when Hibiki used to get very sick periodically, and ended up in the hospital. Yuki would sneak in after hours to comfort Hibiki so he wouldn't be lonely. Hibiki's mother comes in and attempts to kill Hibiki, with Yuki saving him by throwing a vase at her and promising to always be there for Hibiki. At school, Ryoma confesses to Yuki that he's worried about Yuki and Hibiki, and that it's okay to say that he's a burden. Yuki states that while Hibiki can be difficult, she loves him and wouldn't trade him for anyone else. Upon leaving, we see that Hibiki had been listening the entire time, and Ryoma warns Hibiki to not neglect her and make her sad. We then see Hibiki on the rooftop with Yuki attempting to stop him from jumping off. Hibiki talks about how it would be paradise if the two could be together, to which Yuki hugs him, promising they will have it together. Hibiki jumps off the roof with Yuki in his arms happy that the two can be together forever.

If you choose to give Haruka the umbrella and ignore Hibiki, Yuki will run out into the rain and give Haruka an umbrella. In response, Haruka will be overjoyed and forcibly kisses Yuki. Hibiki from this point on seems more cheerful and the story becomes more light hearted with Hibiki sharing his food with Haruka and Ryoma. It turns out Hibiki hid razors in their food, causing their tongues to be cut off. Yuki reacts in horror as Hibiki takes out a machete to cut off his two rival's heads off.

If you choose to tell Ryoma that Hibiki is a burden, she will cry into Ryoma's arms before leaving, leaving a very depressed Hibiki. At home, Yuki cooks one of the leftover foods that Hibiki left for her but notices something strange. To her horror, she finds either Hibiki's hand or finger floating inside the food. She gets a call from Hibiki from inside of a subway station as well as a text from Hibiki for him apologizing for being a burden and that he left his hand/finger inside the food so that he will always be a part of Yuki. The last thing Yuki hears in the phone call is Hibiki jumping into the traintracks as the subway crushes him.

If Yuki instead chooses Haruka, Yuki will go to the library to find a dictionary for her class, bumping into Haruka there. Yuki and Haruka walk together to school and Yuki finds out that Haruka is actually a full British, his family is rich and he lives on the opposite end of where Yuki lives. Haruka walks Yuki home before going home and having dinner with his family. His family seems pretty normal and generally happy, and Haruka excuses himself to his room where he listens to Yuki over a radio. During lunchtime the next day, Haruka asks Yuki what their stance is on insects, since his cousin has been collecting him. Yuki dislikes most insects though she's fine with some of them (like butterflies or dragonflies) and Haruka agrees. We also find out that at the festival, Haruka will be participating in a cosplay event and dressing up as a cat boy. At the end of school, Yuki sees Haruka sitting out of his track team. Yuki talks to him and finds out that Haruka has injured his ankle and has been sitting out. He states that the team is counting on him and that now that he's hurt himself, he's essentially useless to them. Yuki tries to cheer him up by stating that he has other good qualities as well. Haruka goes home and listens in on Yuki again, believing that she's the only one who really cares about her and that today is proof. Upon going home the next day, Yuki runs into Haruka where they essentially have a date at the arcade playing with the claw machine. During the festival, Yuki goes to visit Haruka who but is stopped by a long line of people wanting to see him. Just as she's about to leave, Haruka stops her and the two go onto the rooftop, where Haruka confesses his feelings and Yuki accepts them. While preparing for her date with Haruka, Haruka is listening in on which outfits she's choosing. Haruka mentions that he planned the trip to the amusement park specifically for her by sending fliers to her house. During the date, Haruka mentions the kind of clothes that he'd like to see on her, and guides her throughout the park, knowing exactly what she wants due to his eavesdropping. Ryoma calls her during the date, but before she can respond, Haruka becomes really jealous, having his eyes cloud over, which scares Yuki. Upon rejecting the call, the two have a good date, although Yuki was still nervous about seeing that side of Haruka. The next day, while moving some things for her class, she finds that Ryoma has fallen down the stairs. It seems that Haruka had come up the stairs as well, and she heavily suspected that Haruka was the one who pushed him down. The next day at home, she finds it strange that Hibiki has not come to visit her and instead finds Haruka at her house and walks her to school. At school, we find out that Haruka broke both his legs in a motorcycle accident, and Yuki gets walked home y Haruka. At their place, Haruka grows jealous, telling Yuki that he fell for her at the beginning of the year since she helped her and that before he was bullied because of his British Heritage. To him, he believes everyone else is simply a bug, and attempts to stab Yuki. Mortified, he begins crying and Yuki comforts him, promising to never leave him. It turns out that Haruka purposefully started crying so that she would promise him that and happily accepts it.

If Yuki attempts to break up with Haruka, he will overhear due to his tracking device. The next day, Haruka continuously rings at the doorbell and tries to get in, much to Yuki's fright. She tries to hide, but Haruka breaks in due to a key that he got off of Hibiki, with his hand still held onto it. Haruka ends up stabbing Hibiki and as she dies, he hears Haruka's expression of love over and over again.

If Yuki accepts to be with Haruka, Haruka will become more and more isolating, cutting off her friends and only hanging around Haruka. One day, while crossing the street, someone pushes Haruka into the way of a truck causing him to get hit. Yuki is pulled back by Ryoma, who takes her away, declaring his love for her.

In Ryoma's route, Yuki runs into Ryoma while looking for a dictionary and Ryoma gives it to her, flirting with her and kissing her on the head. At the end of the day, Ryoma attempts to walk home with Yuki, but is blocked off by all of his fangirls, causing Yuki to walk home with Hibiki instead. At his apartment, his mother checks in on him briefly before living him alone, and we learn that Yuki is Ryoma's first love, and that he's having a hard time expressing his love to her and hopes to claim her as his own. The next day on the rooftop, Yuki asks Ryoma what he's doing for the festival and we find out that Ryoma will actually be participating in a basketball game and hopes that Yuki will come there to support him, to which Yuki says she will try to. After school while walking home, she walks with Ryoma through the park as the autumn leaves fall. They have a romantic moment talking about their favorite seasons and how they like the autumn leaves. At home, Ryoma's love for Yuki grows stronger, with him really wanting to make him hers. The next day, before Yuki goes home, she's confronted by the members of Ryoma's fanclub and bullied before Ryoma comes in to save her. He threatens that he will kill the fangirls and they run away scared. Ryoma promises to protect Yuki and that he will make sure nothing like this happens again. During the weekend, Yuki gets a text from Ryoma asking her to go to the movies with him, to which Yuki accepts. After meeting up, they have a romantic time watching the movie, which is about a love triangle. Ryoma talks about how he would never let that happen to the female character if he was in the main lead's shoes and would rather keep her all to himself. During the festival, Yuki goes to see Ryoma at the basketball game and even cheers for him. Afterwards, Ryoma tells Yuki that he was able to win because she cheered for him. Ryoma confesses to Yuki and she accepts, having them date. The next day they have a date together and they go into Ryoma's apartment. Ryoma notes that the apartment is soundproof making it great for doing karaoke (...amongst other things). Ryoma goes to get Yuki tea and during this time she gets a strange call from Haruka, with strange breathing. When Ryoma comes back, she notes the call to him with his response stating that it was probably a prank call. Ryoma leaves again for a phone call, and Yuki hears strange noises upstairs. Tentatively, she goes up the stairs and finds a tied and beat up Haruka trapped on a chair. Ryoma finds her and wishes that she didn't do that, drugging her and making her pass out. When she wakes up, she is chained onto a bed. From then on, she is unable to escape, with Ryoma leaving to get her food, cuddle with her and even giving her a collar with a bell on it. One day, Yuki finds that Ryoma has forgotten to chain her up and attempts to leave the apartment, however, finds that Ryoma is outside. It seems that he purposefuly let them loose to test if she really loved her and decides to amputate her legs as a result. From then on, Yuki is broken, happy to see Ryoma whenever he returns, with Ryoma extremely happy as well.

If after Yuki escapes her chains she decides to look around the house, she finds that Haruka has been chopped into bits and finds Hibiki drowned in the bathroom. Ryoma while heading home thinks fondly of Yuki, happy that she didn't try to escape. However, upon opening the door is stabbed by Yuki. Ryoma stabs her back leading to the two dying on the living room floor together.

If Yuki accepts the dog collar willingly, she is continually pampered by Ryoma, essentially accepting her fate. He gifts her a coral hairpin before leaving but doesn't return. Instead, we get a Hibiki coming in and trying to save Yuki, showing her the decapitated head of Ryoma. Traumatized by his death, Yuki chooses to take her hairpin and kill herself, causing Hibiki to scream out and watch his love die.

The final (and probably least tragic as we know of) ending is if Yuki doesn't really choose any of the guys (or basically is neutral about them). On the day of the festival, she heads up to the roof, only to find the three guys there. They all confess to her, leading to her being shocked and confused at what's going on.

There are some extras as well, relating to the creator's comments and a "yandere room" with each character to ask them questions about their likes, dislikes hobbies and other things.

Going into the game I wasn't really expecting all that much, but it actually is a very good game and surprisingly tragic/brutal. Despite the fact that is a bit old, it is very well written and very much of it's time (basically it has the vibes that it came from 2014 which isn't really a bad thing it's just a feeling.) Considering the game was made by a team of three, I think it's very well made, from the backgrounds to the sprites to the songs. I'm not sure if they made the music or not, but it's very good consisting of piano rifts. My favorite one is what I call the "panic" music, which generally plays when when the yandere is doing something, well, yandere like and the use of silence is really good for some of the endings. On Hibiki's train suicide route, I was having chills down my spine because of the silence they used when they revealed that Yuki was eating curry with Hibiki's hand/fingers in it.

My favorites in order are Hibiki, Haruka and then Ryoma, with Hibiki having the most emotional route and being the most fleshed out. I think that Hibiki as a yandere is a little bit more rare in games too since he tends to be more self inflicting which isn't something I see too much. Haruka and Ryoma's routes are both good and are more based on preference which one you like the most (I like Haruka because he's cute, has a good face turn and I'm not really into confinement as much), though it does feel like Hibiki's route is the "canon" out of all of them.

Starting with Hibiki's route, I actually wasn't sure that I would like him since he comes off as rather aloof initially but as the route went on I started to feel for him the most. Out of all the love interest he's the only one that has a bad relationship with his parents (with Haruka and Ryoma, they seem to have good relationships with their parents they are simply just unaware what their children are doing), and you really feel bad for him considering when he's at home all he wants is to see Yuki again. He is the childhood friend so he's been taking care of Yuki since she was young and Yuki protected Hibiki from his mother as well when they were smaller and his route shows how vulnerable he is. I think he had the most impact in terms of bad endings because I did not expect him cut of his own hand/fingers and kill himself on the subway (I think it's the bad end that most resonates with me). His other bad ending seems a bit strange since he's really happy until he straight up cuts off Haruka and Ryoma's head since other than that he doesn't really seem to be the brutal type, though I guess it does foreshadow the bad ending in Ryoma's route considering he decapitates him.

I was kinda wondering why it took him so long to sleep over at Yuki's house. I feel that because Hibiki and Yuki are close enough that it wouldn't really be weird for him to sleep over at her place (at least on her couch) especially if he reminds her about his relationship with his mom. Maybe it's because he's trying to come off as more independent, but I just feel like he could have totally slept over if he wanted, plus he'd always be near Yuki if he did, making it so he wouldn't always be pining for her at home.

I thought it was funny that the text extract would mistranslate Hibiki's name into Echo/Sound/Ring, so much so that Cherry and I would just call him Echo-kun/Ring-kun/Sound-kun. Cherry also laments his mullet hair because it doesn't really look that good on him in the sprites and especially when he dresses up as a waitor. There's a bit of a dark joke that he likes watermelons considering in the Ryoma bad ending, Yuki initially mistakes Ryoma's head as the watermelons that Echo-kun and her would break when they were younger which is... dark haha.

Moving onto Haruka's route, I think his route did a good job with his heel face turn especially when it came to him basically going into yandere mode. Out of all the love interests, he's definitely the most pushy in terms of getting Yuki to do what he wants as well as the most isolating (socially because the actual isolation award goes to Ryoma). Yuki is so scared of him that she actively tries not to activate that side of him and tries to believe in that sweeter side of Haruka. I did think it was funny that in his bad ending Ryoma just kind of comes out of nowhere and kills Haruka. I also kept joking that because Hibiki lost his hands/fingers in Haruka's other bad ending that Hibiki is just destined to lose his hands in all of them lol.

There wasn't anything really wrong with Haruka's route, I just thought it was funny that he was like "I like my parents but they just don't understand me" moment when he initially goes into his room to listen in on Yuki. Something about it made me think he was like a brooding teenager which is sort of is, lol. Not that telling his parents that he's wiretapping the girl he likes is something he should do, I just think it's funny. I also kept on imagining when Haruka gets Hibiki into the motorcycle accident that he just straight up jump kicks him sideways because although that's probably not what happened I just think that would be the funniest way of doing it.

Text extract kept on translating his name as remote (?) for some reason. I liked his cat outfit (because I'm weak to those) but it looked kind of weird on him I'll be honest. I think it's just because he looks weirdly flat on him, but a cat outfit is a cat outfit.

Ryoma's route is surprisingly the most romantic, since in pretty much all interactions in his route, its very sweet until up to the point where he kidnaps her (I mean he's sweet to her as well, just in a different way). Ryoma is the most bold out of all the other love interests, actively flirting with Yuki and it's a bit similar to Toma in a lot of ways. I do think that his route probably has the most deaths considering in the murder suicide ending pretty much all the main characters die. I think his route does the most 180 degrees in this game going from romantic to straight up kidnapping Yuki and even amputating her legs in the true ending.

I am surprised that pretty much no one seems to really know or at least care that Yuki is gone other than Hibiki considering she gets imprisoned for like a month, or maybe they did but since we're in Yuki's point of view it doesn't seem like they really cared. I guess Hibiki does end up succeeding in looking for her in the two bad endings, but it either ends up with him or Yuki dead so I guess it wouldn't have really worked out in the first place.

His name was consistently Ryoma except for the instances where they either translated him to horse or old man. I guess it makes sense because the first character of Ryoma's name is horse (馬), though I was surprised that it was so consistent considering the other two love interest's names.

Overall, I really did like this game. I think there was a lot of love when making it and it makes me sad that this group disbanded and that none of their games were ever translated. I hope that it does get picked up one day and translated because it is genuinely very good despite the way I had to change it to English (TextExtract was mostly consistent in translations except when it would cut off some long texts for some reason). If someone were to remake/translate this game, I think it would be really good for introducing to male yandere lovers.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed my really long summary and analysis for this game. Thank you for sending this ask because without it I wouldn't have played this obscure but pretty good yandere game!

#asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #OTZ this ask was sent when I came back from Hawaii and now its been two vacations...#lunatic honey

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freemindedspirit · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/freemindedspirit/736886091659051008/have-you-observed-it-tarot-readings-are-followed?source=share

I think this anon is referring to readers who do FS readings. I kinda agree. A lot of anons ask FS questions geared towards a certain narrative and some tarot readers who do FS readings have their own narrative they want to put out when they do FS readings. It’s as if they aren’t really “reading” whatever the idol has to say, but they’re just saying what they (the reader) want to say instead. Idk if that makes sense.

I fully agree tbh

There is a point, with experience and community, where you come to a consensus about certain things. Of course, any of us could be wrong, but with time you notice whose readings converge and whose diverge. For example, me and @petitedivine agree that the person Yoongi should have ended up with in this life, if he and them had done all the necessary work to be the best version of themselves in this life, changed. And that, likely because they both repeatedly made choices that were choosing comfort over growth, or that were not in their highest good. A lot of the "oldie" readers will say that Jungkook's main soulmate in this lifetime has water-like energy, but also has many sides to them. Taehyung and his main soulmates have quite closed off energy. Jin's FP is confident, assertive, kinda tough but also motherly. I just thought of it, but they remind me of the character of Lim Jina in XO, Kitty. Sometimes readings diverge because we are simply not picking up on the same people, as we all have different methods. Sometimes, you see the bias the reader brought into the reading. Sometimes, guides lie to the reader, or ASK readers to conceal or hold information for the highest good of the person being read. There are a few people on here I reckon have an actual talent for readings or tarot, but they still have some to learn about bias, boundaries, values. Sometime, it's just the MINDSET itself that make the readings inaccurate. Idk, I feel like an upperclassman watching the work of a freshman and being like "you could do better bro".

#bts tarot

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toytoriyadorm · 1 year

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⛺ we've talked before but Piraticus if you want! or for smth new what about Okeanos? 👀

I’ll just do Piraticus for now!!! (Can dew Okeanos rambles in disc tho teehee)

⛺ To see how our dorms would get along

Piraticus, Piraticus… that’s where all the "scary" pirates go, right? Well, it doesn’t matter to Toytoriya, all they’re interested in is their giant ships and sunny beaches! To them, the pirates' dorm and its members are just another group of people to befriend, and its dorm a place to play in.

🧸.

Lotsie considers Conrad to be quite the mature fellow, and one of the few dorm leaders to have an, at the very least, decent imagination. However, he doesn't appreciate the pranking Conrad and his dorm crew like to pull on other dorms. So what if Toytoriya is barely targeted? It makes no sense to pick fights with potential friends!

The two probably make jabs at how they run their respective dorms, but so far they haven't gotten too personal about it! Let's hope it stays that way.

Lotsie hasn't met many fairies in his life, but he does think Tink is the most wonderous one he's met! His wings, his magic, even his personality, Tink himself is the anomaly in Lotsie's daily routine. He initially saw his temper as a little irksome but got used to it the more they chatted. Lotsie enjoys spending time with Tink whenever he comes by the dorm for repairs (and probably called him once or twice about fake incidents just to hang out). He agrees with the fairy on a lot of things. But disagreements? Hmm... if he has any, Lotsie wouldn't say.

To be honest, Krok and Lotsie would get along...ok? Lotsie doesn't really know how to deal with lazy personalities, being the energetic man he is. All in all, he'd try to keep his distance from Krok, but be friendly when the time calls for it. Well, that and offer up whatever snacks Toytoriya happened to be making that day.

⛏️.

Conrad is seen as more well-grounded to Pat than he lets on, but that doesn't make this pirate safe from his brutal judgment. All that fighting and pranking, its ought to turn into a mess. And if there's one thing him and Lotsie agree on, its that messes are always troublesome. However, he does see and believe in Conrad's balance between childish behavior and adult responsibilities. Hell, some of his own dorm members are better off learning that!

Pat believes Tink to be a good repairman, and that's pretty much it! Troublemakers with a knack to start arguments are just a mess waiting to happen. All Pat is happy about is that at least Tink is helping keep Toytoriya up through his fixes.

Two solitary folks, Pat probably wouldn't think much of the supposed strange beastman other than for Krok's annoying pocket watch.

🔋.

A real, genuine pirate! Zackery is already impressed, and Conrad hasn't done a single thing! He'd probably assume Piraticus' dorm leader to be just as "evil" as him. Conrad's trickery and mischievousness would get this overlord following in his steps (much to the chagrin of everyone in Toytoriya).

Zackery would see Tink as a fellow engineer of sorts. After all, the two do have a knack for building things out of the stuff they find. However, he'd be confused to find that Tink is more... old-fashioned when it comes to things like bot-making and computer-building. Why not learn how to build some machines? They help Zackz more than anything.

Tbh i can see them doing a challenge to see if Zackz' tech can beat Tink's skills but eh. thats just my thoughts teehee.

Zackery would find Krok to be pretty amazing, actually. And by that I mean he'd assume his upperclassman to be a literal bad guy. What do you expect? He's a chunnibyou 16-year-old hearing rumors of a nasty classmate with an insane appetite, of course, he'd assume Krok was an evildoer of some kind. He'll be a little disappointed to find out thats not the case, but at least he might have made a new friend by then!

🚀.

Like Zackery, Saturn sees Conrad as one of the cooler dorm leaders. Not only are they both levelheaded when needed, but they also don't mind some mischievous fun every once in a while That said though, he would rather stick with Lotsie if given the chance to switch dorms. After all, there are only so few people in the world who would let an 18-year-old launch fireworks and explosives anywhere and everywhere.

With Tink's mouthiness and Saturn's old bully tendency to retaliate right back, those two would probably battle with every encounter. Yes, both have grown exponentially compared to how they were a few years ago, but that doesn't mean either is safe from starting a fight. I like to think Saturn usually wins these arguments, with him being more level-headed. But hey, that just might mean he's a common target for pranks!

Saturn might be concerned about his best friend hanging out with a rumored crocodile, but he'd probably calm down after meeting Krok face-to-face. I can see them befriending each other without any trouble! If anything, he'd find Krok's UM to be quite cool, and ask about how magic tastes.

🤠.

A pirate?! Sounds like something for a sheriff to deal with!

Just kidding! Winston sees Conrad as the average reliable upperclassman, just like Lotsie. He'd probably see if he can get some pointers from him on how to run a crew. After all, a stage full of actors is a crew in itself!

Away from that, he thinks it's a little funny how they both are what their outfits suggest they are, with Winston being a cowboy and Conrad a pirate.

Just like Saturn, Winston and Tink probably wouldn't get along too well. Instead of their tendency to fight though, their egos would probably get in the way this time. This cowboy probably wouldn't appreciate getting judged right where it hurt, and I don't think Tink would either!! All in all, its best if these two are kept away for the time being.

With Winston being the stupid gutsy guy he is, I can see him trying to immediately poke at the bear that is Krok (or do I say crocodile in this situation?). Of course, he wouldn't try pranking them or anything mean like that, but rather just. bother them? Asking questions Krok doesn't know the answer to, (unknowingly) making jabs at them, annoying stuff like that!

#pretends this isnt the size of an essay #also again if any of this is incorrect pls tell me!!!!!#twst oc #twisted wonderland fandorm #twisted wonderland oc #toytoriya #ask game!

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brbabcseu · 10 months

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I'm picturing Jesse and AJ doing something kind of unprecedented (for them) and treating a look at colleges as a small vacation in the summer, maybe to a nice hotel in Anchorage. AJ's an upperclassman and they're a good, what, 2 years? Into their whole relationship breakdown post-discovery of Jesse's past. They've spent most of that time floundering, barely talking, and when they do there's such a bitter bite to it. Come the advent of senior year things start returning to a new normal, Mer's properly in AJ's life and his teenage struggles independent of his family are almost too much to bear so ofc he eventually turns back to Jesse for guidance.

It's a much needed father-son bonding experience despite feeling awkward at first. They've been through enough the last few years and AJ's going to graduate soon. They go to the zoo and loiter in gift shops where Jesse touts that the little wooden souvenir toys are not nearly as good as the ones he makes at his shop and share smirks while watching the snootier hotel guests embarrass themselves in front of the servers they're complaining to and even take full advantage of room service. ("Do you think they'll come in and serve it in those like, silver domes like they do in the cartoons?" "They better or I want my money back")

They're poolside at nighttime, the water illuminated and nary another soul in sight, and talk so easily, so freely, so much like old times. And there's a tinge of sadness underscoring it all. They both think: I can't believe we lost it. They lost this for so long. Jesse tells him: "Look. If there's one thing I learned from... just. Everything. Life experience from being an old son of a bitch. There's some things that can't be fixed. Can't put toothpaste back in the tube. But you can always get, you know. A new tube. Of toothpaste." AJ snorts at this and says, "You kind of fumbled it at the end there." "Don't be a jackass," Jesse chuckles. "You know what I mean." And AJ does. They can mourn for what's lost and long gone but they've got to start again somewhere. And my god, are they tired of just wallowing in the mud.

It's a really, really good trip. The next year, once AJ's off and settled in his dorm, he texts Jesse: left u smth in the living room. TV console second shelf. Jesse pokes inside and pulls out a small tube of colgate wrapped in a red bow, beside a post-it note that says 'New chapter'. Jesse cries but it's not for tragedy this time, and Mer pats his back and calls him a big baby but kisses him lovingly anyway. They move forward! They can always move forward! They're too resilient and too stubborn to have it go any other way.

#.txt #havent made an unhinged AJ post in a while heres your fix!#oc aj #alaska crew

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murderousxcoffee · 2 years

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Your Monster - Stu x Reader

Reader gets pushed around and messed with by an absolutely feral Stu. Reader is crushed and thinks about their dead friends while Billy is done with everything

Dark fic, unwilling Reader, set about a year after a Billy and Stu victory. SFW with some sexual comments and a kiss or two EDIT: Now with Ao3 mirror

It was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea. Didn’t you learn anything from the movies? The group that separates gets picked off one by one. And there was still a threat out there, in this sleepy town. You were the one who told everyone to get together and camp out in your apartment until the cops showed up. But here you were, venturing down the halls of your complex, chasing a hunch - and a ghost.

If you weren’t careful, you’d end up a ghost, too.

You had the thought, and your heart ached. You placed your hand on the pocket of your hoodie, where your two chances for survival rested. The last thing you wanted to consider was that Stu - class clown, smart-ass, smelled like grass and drugstore cologne - could be the killer. But the evidence you’d gotten by sneaking around, it sure did point towards him. Him, of all fucking people. What was the world coming to?

When you’d called earlier to tell him the plan, Stu said he’d bring Billy with him. If Stu was the culprit, odds were good, Billy was dead by now. That made your stomach twist. If there was a heaven, you hoped he was okay up there with Sidney and the rest. You should’ve known Sid’s Dad wouldn’t have done all that shit. You should’ve figured it out sooner - and the cops should have too. How could he have gotten away with it? It wasn’t right!

You were just some high school student. You’d been a sophomore when the Massacre happened, and you were going to graduate in the spring. You were a kid, right? Why were all these lives in your hands?

Footsteps on the carpet - and they weren’t yours. You froze in place. Holding your breath, you listened. Footsteps - from where? The carpet and the walls muffled the direction. You took a step forward. Another one. They didn’t seem to stop when you walked. Whoever it was, they didn’t know you were here.

Swallowing hard, you reached into the pocket of your hoodie. Your fingers brushed past something soft and fluffy, and curled around cold plastic. You slipped the cover off the knife with your thumb and pulled it free from your clothes. It was too pretty to use in the kitchen - white plastic, pink roses - but it was sharp as any blade. It would keep you alive.

You were going to survive this.

Hot air brushed against your ear.

“Whatcha doing with that knife?” Stu asked.

You shrieked. As the noise bounced off the walls you turned, flailing out. Gloved hands brushed against your own. The knife pulled free from your fingers. It didn’t even take a second, half a second. Your ass hit the carpet. You stared up at him, Stu Macher, your upperclassman, your friend.

And he laughed at you.

“Looking for me?” He said, his eyes and smile wide. Stu waved the knife in his fingers. “With a knife? You weren’t planning on stabbing me or something, were you? You’re so silly.”

He snickered. You dragged yourself back. You lied.

“L-Listen - it wasn’t - I wasn’t going to hurt you - I was looking for the killer-”

“Well, guess what, baby?” His grin shifted, sharpened. “You found him.”

The blood must’ve drained from your face, because his eyes lit up. He stepped towards you. You forced yourself to your feet.

“No - that’s not-”

“Aww, don’t be like that! Don’t lie to sweet old Stu! You’ll hurt my feelings!” He fake pouted, and placed the back of the knife against his lips. A moment later, the smile was back. “We found your notebook.”

Your mouth went dry.

“You found my-” You cut off. “We?”

“Oh yeah! Pretty clever of you to just carry it around everywhere, I didn’t suspect a thing!” He placed a hand on his hip. “But my buddy, see, he noticed something was up with you.” Stu waved the knife at you. “So, we stole your backpack. Took us five minutes to look through everything and find all your little secrets. You didn’t even notice it was gone, either! You weren’t paying attention.”

Breathing hard, you stepped back. “I… I…”

“You’re real good at this,” he said. He said your name, then, purring it out, and electricity shot up your spine. “You’re way too good at this,” Stu said. “We’re gonna get you a contract for our new sequel.”

Something in you crumbled. You turned around and ran.

“Hey! Get back here!”

He followed. His footsteps drowned out your own. You’d never been in this part of the complex. It wasn’t a big building but you were already lost. Where were the stairs? Where was the elevator? This was the third floor. You had to get out. In your mind you saw your knife stabbing through you, over and over and over again. All that blood inside you, pouring out onto the floor. You could almost feel the wound in you, deeper than anything ever inside you before.

“Dumb bitch! I’m talking to you!”

His hand grabbed your arm, stopped you dead. You fell forward but Stu gripped your shirt. He threw you to the side, and your back hit the wall. Your head slammed into it, pain slammed through you. Without meaning, your fingers grasped onto anything they could reach, anything that wasn’t him, pressed up against you with anger in his eyes and your blade at your throat. You touched the edge of an open door frame.

“Don’t ever think you can outrun me,” Stu said. His hand gripped the front of your shirt. He shook you. Your legs went numb. “There’s not a fucking place in this whole country you can hide from us! We’ll find you, and we’ll take you, and we’ll kill everyone around you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us!”

Tears flooded your eyes. You couldn’t even speak.

“You got it?!” He shook you again.

Your eyes closed tight. You nodded. You hadn’t thought about this. You hadn’t thought about what it would be like to die. Oh, you didn’t want to die, no, you didn’t want to die, not at his hands. He’d always been nice to you, in a Stu way. You’d really thought you were friends. But no one would ever treat their friends like this.

… Hold on a minute. What did he mean by-

“You gonna be good for me now? Cause I got an offer you can’t refuse.”

He yanked you away from the wall. You yelped, leaning into him against your will. So close to him, you could smell the heat of his body, the soap he washed himself with. With far too much ease, he pushed you back away from him, backwards, and let you go. A squeal left your throat. Your body landed in a rolling chair, the momentum pushing it across the room. Stu strode after you.

His knee landed between your parted legs, keeping them spread. Stu had always been taller than you since you first saw him in middle school. Now he seemed even bigger, looming over you with that awful smile, the tip of your knife on the soft spot under your chin.

“Not gonna run away now, are ya baby?” He snickered. “Y’know…” The knife trailed down your throat. “Nobody’s gonna come and save you. No cops, no friends, no… wannabe boyfriends?” He chuckled. “Fucking Randy. Thought he could be the hero. That dumbass got what he deserved.”

Your eyes watered, and not just from fear. Poor Randy. You’d checked out movies under his suggestion so many times. He was a little weird and in love with Sidney like all her friends were, even Tatum, but he was a good guy. And Stu murdered him.

“You’re a monster,” you whispered.

“I’m your monster, baby!” Stu’s eyes shone with an energy you’d never seen in anyone’s face before. It made you sick. “You’re the cute virgin sacrifice, and I’m gonna eat you aaaaaaall up. And no one is gonna stop me this time.”

This time? What did he mean by this time?

You covered your mouth with your hand. Stu grimaced. He shouldn’t be as strong as he was, to yank your arm down and away like that. His fingers gripped your wrist. The knife pressed against your chin and guided your face towards his.

“Y’know…” He said. “I had a thing for Sidney. Couldn’t have her for myself. Didn’t even get one chance with her before we sent her back to her mommy. Billy said she was tight. Would’ve been nice to fuck her myself.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing this, you thought.

He leaned in closer. “You knew, though.” His grin was knowing. “You knew I liked her the whole time. We saw it in your notebook.” He leaned even closer, his chest pressing against your own. Your face flushed. “You’re a little stalker is what you are! Trying to be a real Nancy Drew!”

You’d thought he’d laugh, but he didn’t. His gaze burned. His eyes focused on your lips.

“Y’know what you didn’t know?” Stu said. He leaned in closer. His breath rushed over your face. “I had a thing for you, too.”

Uh-oh, you thought.

His lips burned on yours. You squeaked. Your hands raised to try and resist, push him off, but the blade kissed your neck again and froze you still. All you could do was grip his shirt and shudder as his tongue invaded your mouth. His hand gripped your hair, holding your head still. He groaned inside your mouth. Your face flushed further, you shuddered, you groaned.

Someone cleared their throat.

He jerked away from you. You struggled to catch your breath. Stu glared over his shoulder, and you stared past him, towards the door. Billy stood there, leaning against the doorway, eyebrows raised.

Help me, you pleaded in your head.

No, wait-

The pieces clicked together.

Oh my god, it can’t be-

Stu looked back to you, and grinned. You looked back at him. He laughed.

“I’ll never get tired of that face,” Stu said. “Does it hurt? Knowing everything you thought was a lie? And we’re fucking geniuses? Starring actors and the directors of the best murders you’ve ever seen.”

Billy rolled his eyes. Made a show of checking a watch that wasn’t on his wrist. Stu didn’t look back at him but his eyes narrowed as if in annoyance.

“So, here’s the plan, baby,” Stu said. “You’re gonna stay in here all nice and safe, and we’re gonna create the finale of our fantastic sequel-”

“No,” you begged. “Please, don’t hurt them-”

“Shhh.” He placed the knife against your throbbing lips. “And when we leave town, you’re gonna come with us. Cause let’s face it - you gotta shake up the formula for the third movie! And you’re gonna be our new star!”

You pulled away from the knife, shaking your head. You couldn’t be hearing this. This couldn’t be what he meant.

“What d’ya say?” Stu waggled his eyebrows. “You can help us write the script. You can be the hot love interest everyone wants to save- my love interest.”

“You’re nuts!” You shouted. “No! Absolutely not! I’m not joining you, you sick freak!”

Stu pouted. Billy cocked his head.

“You didn’t honestly expect a yes, did you-”

“Shut up!” Stu shouted over his shoulder. He looked back at you, his expression smug and patient. “Hate to break it to you babe, but uh, you don’t really have a choice here. I mean, we already signed your contract and everything!” He laughed. “You’re coming with us when we’re done here.”

You shook your head again. “No - no, listen, we can talk about this-”

“Bargaining,” Billy said, voice dry as he examined something on the walls. “You’ll hit acceptance by the time we pack up.”

“Fuck you!” You shouted, your voice cracking.

“Aww, you’re so feisty when you’re scared! You’re like a little baby kitten!” Stu smacked a kiss on your forehead. You cringed away from him.

“So uh, Billy-” Stu looked around. “The rope?”

Billy blinked at him. “What rope?”

“I thought you were gonna bring the rope?” Stu said.

“Why would I carry a-” Billy shook his head. He pointed at you. “Check the front pocket.”

The blood drained from your face. Stu looked at you, raising an eyebrow. You leaned back in the chair away from him.

“Wait, please- no-!”

You could feel the heat of his hand through your clothes as he dug into the pocket of your hoodie. His face wrinkled in confusion, head tilting a bit to the side. Stu pulled out the sheath of your knife, painted with the same roses as the blade itself, and tossed it to the side. He reached in again. His eyebrows raised. You cringed back in your seat.

“What the…” Stu mumbled, and you felt your other weapon against evil pulled from your body and exposed to the air.

The handcuffs, fluffy pink with a heart dangling from them, were, obviously, not police grade. The keys were still in them.

Billy snorted, his face twisting with amusement. Stu looked between you and the cuffs. You leaned away and didn’t look at either of them.

“Don’t say anything,” you said.

“Kinky,” Stu said, and he almost sounded impressed. “What’s a virgin like you doing with things like this, huh?”

“S-Stop calling me that! I have a name, you just used it!” Your cheeks burned. “And they’re not mine, either! I found them lying around in my roommate’s room. Obvious they’re-”

“And what were you gonna do with these?” He purred your name out again, the knife pressing against your cheeks. “You gonna arrest the bad guys? You want the bad guys to do nasty things to you like in those dirty movies?”

Billy snapped, “I swear to god, Macher, if your dick makes us late-”

“Gimme a minute!” Stu snapped. “You’ll get your turn later!” With a smile, he patted your cheek with the side of the knife. “Sorry baby, gotta go. Don’t worry, you’re not going anywhere.”

Still grinning, he hooked one side of the cuffs to one of your wrists.

“No!”

He was quick. You were aware of the loss of his body heat before you realized he’d jumped off you, pulled your hands through the holes of the armrests, and locked your arms tight behind the spine of the chair. Your stomach dropped. This was really happening.

“Don’t get too comfy,” Stu said. His warm cheek pressed against the side of your face. “We’ll be back before you know it. Then we’ll take you home and-”

“Come on, Stu,” Billy said as he headed out the door.

Stu grunted. “Asshole.”

His lips pressed against yours, a flash in the pan kiss so unlike the one he’d given you earlier. It still made your head spin and your gut ache. This had all gone so wrong and you wished you’d never looked at him the way you did before. He pulled away, gave you a wink, and strode out the door.

And then he came right back in, the pink metal key in hand.

“Almost forgot! Watch this for me.” He pulled your shirt away from your chest, and dropped the keys down it. “Bye!”

And now, he was gone, and slammed the door behind him. On the other side, it locked, leaving you gaping at the wood.

You snapped.

“I’m going to kill both of you!” You shouted, and began to cry.

#reader x slasher #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #scream x reader #scream fanfiction #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x y/n #stu macher x you

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 3 years

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Jaune Sempai AU) Weiss was a spoiled brat for a good while at the beginning, not entirely her fault but still. She got a good reality check about leadership from Port, does the same thing happen here? Or does Jaune give chip in his few cents about leadership to the new teams?

Weiss was slowly walking through the halls of Beacon, thinking about the talk she had with Professor Port just a few minutes ago. 'Savor what I have? Be the best person I can be? I'm sure I could be an even better person if I was the leader of this team... I'd learn so much more and I could help more by giving orders rather than following them! A Schnee leads, never follows! ...But...' Weiss slowly came to a stop in the middle of a hallway intersection. With it being so late, not many students were traversing the halls so she didn't need to worry about being in anyone's way. 'Was the Professor right...? About me getting everything handed to me up until now...?'

"Ah, Weiss right?" The heiress was jarred out of her pondering by a sudden voice from next to her. She turned her head to see the blond third-year she met on her first night at Beacon. Jaune Arc, was his name she believed, was standing there with a cart in front of him holding snacks, drinks, and a projector. "It's good to see you again."

Weiss stood up straight and turned to face him fully out of respect. "O-oh Jaune, it's good to see you as well."

Jaune leaned forward, and rested his forearms on the cart's handle. "I saw how you did great during initiation. It was quite impressive that the four of you were able to take out a Nevermore of that size."

Weiss felt some pride swell in her chest at the praise from such a well known upperclassman. "Well thank you, it was a rather... interesting experience teaming up like that."

"Well, you can't force teamwork. At least, not the kind the four of you showed. That stuff has to pretty much come naturally, and it did."

"Again, thank you." Weiss' eyes landed on the cart of food and drinks in front of him. "W-what might all that be for Jaune?"

"Oh this stuff? Some friends are celebrating the new semester starting today and they invited me, so I decided to grab some snacks for us all."

"Oh! Well that sounds... rather fun."

Her distracted tone wasn't lost on Jaune. The third year leaned in a bit more towards her over the cart, getting a good look at her. And her aura. "Hey... Are you doing okay? You seem a bit... down today."

Wiess was surprised by the question. "Oh! I-is it that apparent?"

"A bit." 'Well no not really. But having so many sisters and being able to see your aura dampen helps quite a lot.' "So what's up?"

Weiss wasn't sure she should complain anymore than she already had. She'd already been given a new perspective, and a small telling off, by Professor Port. Did she really want to try it again?

Well... another point a view couldn't hurt right? "Well it's just that... I was really expecting to be made team leader. Instead, Headmaster Ozpin appointed Ruby as our team's leader. A-and Professor Port already told me to let it go and just be the best huntress I can be instead, but I just don't think she's right for it!"

"And you think you'd be a better fit as the leader?"

Jaune's straight forward tone made Weiss already regret bringing it up. "W-well no... at least not anymore. Like Professor Port said, I should focus on what I have and can work with rather than what I don't." Weiss put her hands behind her and looked off to the side a bit.

"Well he is right. You weren't made team leader, not much you can do about it now. I think the Professor was right though, what you should focus on is accepting it and moving forward. Focus on improving yourself for now and working to improve your team as a member, not a leader. You and all of your teammates are on the same team. You all add to it. One person can't suddenly contribute more help or more valuable.... uuuhhh... help than the other members just because they were made the 'leader', ya know?

"Yes... I suppose that is true... But all my life I've been taught to take initiative. By my father and my sister. Neither of them were just followers, they paved their own ways."

"Your sister? You said your last name was Schnee right? Wouldn't that make your sister Winter Schnee? The Atlas Specialist?"

Weiss was caught off guard by that completely. She'd thought he'd ask about her father with her family name, not her sister. "Y-yes, she is. Do you know her?"

Jaune stood up from leaning over the cart, chuckling nervously a little bit. "Aaaaah well... I've met her in the past a few times, but I wouldn't say I really 'know' her. She's pretty strong though."

Weiss beamed happily at hearing him talk highly of her sister. "She certainly is~! I actually used to train with her occasionally and she even taught me some things she knew personally."

"Well then I'd better be careful if we were to fight haha." Jaune laughed lightly at how Weiss talked about her sister. He could almost feel Weiss's admiration for her rolling off in waves. "But you realize she needs to follow orders too right? She may be a specialist and have a high rank in the military, but she still needs to follow orders from people above her, like General Ironwood."

Weiss looked like she realized what Jaune was getting at. "I-I suppose you... aren't incorrect."

Jaune smiled and nodded a little at her understanding. "Everyone has orders and people to follow, even people with the title of 'leader'. And if not orders, then rules they need to follow. And if not rules, then some other duties or obligations. All you can really do is try and sort out which ones are the right ones for you to follow and be the best individual you can be." Jaune's warm smile dropped a bit before the next sentence. "Besides... I think you lucked out not being made the leader."

Weiss looked back over to him as she heard his voice at the last sentence lack the same tone he'd had the rest of their talk. "What do you mean by that?"

Jaune looked a bit surprised. He didn't mean to say that for her to hear. "O-oh nothing. I-it's just... I think being a leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. You have to take extra classes, work out whatever problems or kinks form in your team, be responsible for all your teammates and their actions, and honestly it won't matter a whole lot once you graduate Beacon unless you all decide to stick together and take jobs as a group. A lot more responsibility for not a lot of reward hahaha... ha ha." Jaune's awkward chuckle at the end didn't seem to ease Weiss's suspicion, so Jaune decided to finish up his point. "Just... don't think so hard on what leaders are shown or talked about as. Think about what they really are. There could still come a time where you'll need to take the lead on something. And... Ruby might appreciate your support and help."

Weiss looked really thoughtful about everything he said. Her eyes glanced down a bit in thought. "T-thank you Jaune... Both you and Port have given me quite a lot to think about..."

"Y-yeah sorry... that was a lot all at once..." Jaune rubbed the back of his head a little sheepishly. "But don't let it overwhelm you. It's your first day as a student. You have plenty of time to figure things out."

Weiss smiled softly. He was right... she'd been putting so much pressure on herself and being excellent 24/7, she forgot that she only just started. "Thank you, again. That has put my mind at ease a little."

"Glad to hear it! Now you might want to get moving. Curfew is in a little bit and trust me, you don't want Professor Goodwitch catching you out past it."

Weiss's eyes widened. She had totally forgotten how late it was! "Right! Sorry for taking up your time, but I must be going!" Weiss gave a swift nod and continued walking down the hallway she was heading towards a few minutes ago.

"No worries! I enjoyed our talk Weiss!" Jaune waved off after her until she was a good distance away, then continued on his own trip down the other one.

As the sound of the cart wheels rolling and occasionally squeaking became the only noise around him, Jaune started to let his mind drift and think about what he'd said to Weiss just a minute ago. 'Not all it's cracked up to be... yeah... what an understatement. You dodged a bullet Weiss... you just have no idea what. I hope the same bullet misses Ruby too...'

Jaune left those thoughts behind after that and just focused on making his way to Team CFVY's dorm room to meet up with everyone.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #jaune sempai au #ask #sfw #lonesilverw0lf

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rocorambles · 3 years

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It's Always Been You

Pairing: Semi x Reader

Genre: SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (I swear it’s more fluff than hurt/comfort), Getting together

Summary: You’ve always known Semi was your first choice. Now you just need to convince HIM that it’s true. Easier said than done.

Prompt: “When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?”

A/N: This is my contribution for the HQHQ SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Also this is an AU where the boy’s and girl’s volleyball teams practice in the same gym. Just go with it. LOL Please and thank you.) Thank you for beta-ing @sawamooora~

There’s a certain sense of pride and anxiety that comes from being accepted to Shiratorizawa as a student athlete. Pride from knowing your athletic prowess has been recognized as being at least notable. Anxiety from not knowing if that’s all it’ll amount to, talent that’s forced to remain seated on a bench as other, even more capable athletes surpass and outrank you. But as wide-eyed first years, Semi and you don’t feel that full weight yet, not as you watch and learn from your senpais in awe, and it’s that curiosity, that love for the sport that brings you two together.

Semi’s always been on the quieter side, but when he sees you in the corner of the girl’s side of the gym all by yourself, practicing setting a volleyball against the wall, recognizing you as a fellow newbie from his class, he takes his chance. It’s an easy friendship, one that easily crosses from the court, to the classroom, to after school study sessions and hangouts. And even though it sucks to still be set aside on the bench, left to cheer on your upperclassmen while the both of you hone your skills, it brings both of you comfort that you’re not alone, that you have someone else cheering you on, growing and improving right alongside you.

It’s hard work trying to stand out among all the hopeful first years at Shiratorizawa, but the endless hours of hard work and encouragement you give each other, the shouts to keep on going, the careful bandaging of each other’s fingers before and after grueling practices, it all pays off. The two of you proudly stand side by side in your second year as your parents snap a photo of both of you donning your brand new team uniforms, marking you as starting players.

The adrenaline of the cheering audience, the exhilaration of being in a real game, it’s everything both of you have wished for and more. But through the excitement, a nagging worry tugs at Semi as he watches the new rookie setter, Shirabu Kenjirou, from afar.

There’s nothing wrong with Shirabu. He’s a smart kid, albeit a little short tempered and rude at times, but aren’t they all in high school? But it’s not his attitude, not even his shitty haircut that bothers Semi. It’s the ease with which he connects with the rest of the team, the natural skill and talent he possesses, the way Coach Washijou stares at the younger male with interest, that has Semi striving harder, his desire to stand out and prove himself only hindering him and the team more.

And reality comes crashing down around him one day as a shrill whistle jars him from his razor sharp focus, the paddle with his number being held up by Shirabu making his heart drop to his stomach as he’s subbed out, face heating with humiliation and embarrassment as his teammates eagerly high five and clap the younger setter on the court, welcoming him into the game.

Just like that, he’s been replaced.

It hurts, but he knows it’s to be expected. He had seen it coming, and acknowledges that it’s the better decision for the team. But that doesn’t make it sting any less. And he watches with steely eyes at how effortlessly Shirabu melds in with the team, the ball easily and smoothly connecting.

He thinks this is the worst of the heartache, vowing that he’ll just work harder, at least be a useful pinch server. He’ll be the best setter he can when he’s needed. But what he isn’t expecting is the lancing stab to his heart when he sees you rush over to Shirabu after the match is over, the way you’re practically bouncing on the soles of your feet as you fawn over the younger setter, congratulating him on his first game, complimenting him on a job well done, not even sparing a glance in his direction. In your defense, you do make your way towards him eventually, but he can feel the pity in your eyes, the way you approach him as if he’s a wounded animal, and he slaps your hand away before it can come in contact with his arms, storming off, leaving you gaping in his wake.

The situation was poorly handled and he knows he owes an apology at minimum, but those words get stuck in his throat when he spies you chatting one-on-one with Shirabu at practice the next day while the boy’s and girl’s teams share the same gym. It’s vaguely reminiscent of watching a horror film and despite the way he freezes, heart clenching, Semi can’t tear his eyes away as you demonstrate some setting techniques and drills to Shirabu. And when your bandaged fingers carefully wrap around the younger male’s forearms to adjust his posture, Semi rushes off, unable to bear watching how once again, he’s become irrelevant.

He wonders— hopes that it’s just a one off thing, that things will return to how they once were. But they don’t, and he watches as Shirabu and you laugh and joke, high fiving and cheering each other on as you help one another practice, time and time again. He tries his best to ignore it, gritting his teeth and using more strength than necessary in his practice serves, brushing off the concerned questions from even usually stoic Ushijima. But it all comes to a head when Shirabu is absent from practice one day and you cheerfully walk up to him like no time has passed, like you hadn’t turned around and instantly betrayed him for a better version of himself, grinning as you ask him to practice with you.

There’s a sick satisfaction in how quickly your smile disappears, the flash of hurt in your eyes when he sneers at you, thanking you for “gracing him with your presence”.

“Glad you could find it in yourself to make some time for me. Thought you’d skip out on practice to take care of your little boyfriend.”

“What-”

The whole gym stares at both of you as his harsh voice echoes throughout the area.

“When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?!”

Semi and you don’t talk to each other for the rest of that year, although not for quite the same reasons.

For Semi, it’s a completely burned bridge and, as good as seeing you feel some of the same pain he feels is, there’s an emptiness inside of him as he goes home that night. The belief that he’s ruined everything between the two of you heavily weighs inside of him.

For you, it’s a medley of hurt, shock, and confusion. You give Semi the time he needs to cool off, give yourself the time and space to ponder and think into the late and early hours of each night, wondering where everything went wrong.

Shirabu? Boyfriend? How could Semi possibly even believe that?

Being an upperclassman means mentorship and guidance. So when Shirabu had come up to you one day after he became the boy’s team’s starting setter, you had graciously offered up some tips, let him know that you’d practice with him if you were free, encouraged him. You had missed your easy banters with Semi, missed how in sync and in tune with each other you were. But how could you turn away an underclassman in need?

Yet, the more you think about it, the more you really try and understand Semi’s perspective, guilt gnaws at you, clawing at your heart.

Had you meant to neglect your closest friend? An emphatic no.

Could you see why he had felt abandoned? ...A begrudging maybe laced with remorse.

Do you want him back in your life? A resounding yes.

You know it’ll be hard work to regain Semi’s trust, know he has a stubbornness that’s hard to crack — especially when it’s been hot glued together by seeming betrayal. But you’re just as determined, just as headstrong, and to both the dismay and amusement of both your teams and classmates, you twirl together in a chaotic dance.

To say he’s caught off guard when you knock on his door one morning to walk with him to school is an understatement, but when realization comes crashing down on him, he scowls, and his parents watch while shaking their heads and hiding a laugh as you scramble to keep up with him while he pointedly ignores you and speed walks a few steps ahead of you.

His mom points out to his father the way their son slows down just the tiniest bit when you stumble in your haste to catch up.

Ushijima watches in uncomfortable confusion as you sit with them at lunch, plopping down in the empty seat beside Semi, chatting away at your old friend despite the way Semi resolutely stays silent, not even sparing you a glance.

But if the ace notices the way Semi doesn’t snap at you or pull his bento box from you as you grab a piece of fish Semi’s mom had cooked, he doesn’t say anything.

Shirabu pouts when you completely bypass him, fondly ruffling his hair as you stride towards Semi, volleyball in hand at practice. And both your teams watch in exasperation and fascination at the unintentional comedy show the two of you provide as you waddle after Semi like a baby duck following its mother, quacking your head off and never giving up even though Semi pretends he doesn’t see you in the corner of his eyes, mimicking every drill he does.

Coach Washijo and your coach wonder if they should slap both of you on the heads for this madness, but when they observe the way Semi painstakingly slows down and exaggerates his form when you struggle with an exercise, they roll their eyes, turning their attention to the other players lounging around.

Yet as amusing as it is, all shows must come to an end and your grand finale arrives with the devastating loss against Karasuno, the chances of going to Nationals again ruined just like that for the third-years.

Even for you, a bystander in the audience, just another spectator in the crowd, it’s a hard pill to swallow. Unshed tears glisten in your eyes when you see the years of hard work they’ve all put into the sport go down the drain, the slump of Semi’s shoulders as they walk off the court. You can’t even begin to imagine how the players themselves are feeling, don’t know a single word you could say to make this alright. Yet your legs are sprinting, wobbling and shaking in their frantic need to comfort your long-time friend, to try and soothe him, to tell him how proud you are of him, how this doesn’t change how you think and feel about him.

It’s more than a little awkward, panting to catch your breath as the entire dejected team stares at your sudden appearance in confusion. But Tendou’s always been a little quicker, a little sharper than the rest, and he grins, practically shoving Semi in your direction, playfully waving farewell at both of you before slamming the locker room doors shut before Semi can process what’s happened.

There’s a tense silence as you try and wrap your suddenly dry mouth around words.

“I’m sorry for your loss-”

You jolt at the cold scoff, the way Semi quickly spins on his heel, set on re-entering the locker rooms, turning his back on you.

“I don’t want to hear that from you. Go comfort your little boyfriend. I’m sure our star setter would eat those sweet words right up-”

“SHUT UP!”

This time it’s Semi’s turn to clamp his mouth shut in shock, hesitantly turning around, eyes wide as you storm towards him, jabbing your index finger into his chest.

“I swear to God, if you mention Shirabu’s name one more time while I’m talking to you, I’m going to muzzle you until you can’t say ANYTHING.”

(If either of you hear Tendou’s giggle from behind the closed doors, neither of you mention it.)

“I came to talk to YOU because I miss YOU. I like YOU. And if you could take just a minute to get your head out of your ass, you’d know that you’ve always been and always will be my first choice.”

Your chest is heaving, blood rushing in your ears from the exertion of your passion. But the reality of your accidental confession comes crashing down around you and your face heats in embarrassment, heart plummeting at the way Semi just gapes at you, speechless. You turn to rush away, mortification triggering your flight response. But a gentle, but firm tug on the hem of your shirt keeps you still.

You brace yourself for the rejection you know is coming, nervously turning around, slowly lifting your head to meet Semi’s gaze. But your heart flutters at the hope and disbelief in his eyes.

“But I thought...You and Shirabu- OW!”

You roll your eyes, a satisfied smirk on your face at the way he gingerly rubs his head, shooting you an accusing look.

“I did warn you about mentioning him, didn’t I?”

But before he can open his mouth to retort, you gently peck him on the cheek, giggling at the flabbergasted and stunned expression on his face, cooing at the faint blush that radiates across his skin.

“Hurry up and get your things. You owe me a popsicle for being such an ass this past year.”

There’s a lot more cheering and celebration in the locker room than there should be for a team that’s just lost their shot at Nationals as Semi re-enters the space, his already packed bag (courtesy of Ushijima) shoved into his arms by a gleeful red-head.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #semi x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Jack Howl Port Wear Personal Story: Part 3

"I gotta get over there, fast!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Crane Port – Pier]

???: S-SOMEONE STOLE MY WALLET―――!!!!

Jack: A pickpocket!? Damn, one thing after another.

Jack: I think the voice came from the Sea Breeze Market. I gotta get over there, fast!

[Crane Port – Whistle Park]

Jack: Excuse me, I'm from the Port Fest executive committee! Is it true that there was a pickpocket!?

Male Attendee B: Yeah! And I caught him, all by myself.

Male Attendee B: I was going to bring him to headquarters, but then I learned the culprit was one of you committee guys. That's absolutely shameful, you know.

Jack: Eh, the culprit is a committee member…? It can't be…

Leona: Oh, it's you, Jack. So I hear one of our dorm mates cause a problem?

Jack: Leona-senpai!? I only just arrived, but if you're saying it's one of our dorm students, then that must mean…

Jack: Ruggie-senpai…

Jack: WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING DURING PORT FEST OF ALL DAYS!?!

Leona: Unbelieveable. Tch, can't believe you'd screw up this big. Don't be causin' problems for me like this.

Ruggie: Leona-saaan, Jack-kun, you're both completely misunderstanding the situation! I've been really good today, y'know!?

Leona/Jack: …...

Ruggie: Wow, you guys don't trust me at all…

Male Attendee B: Man, not even your schoolmates are willing to cover for you… Looks like you really are the culprit.

Ruggie: If you're gonna say that, then go ahead, search me. I ain't got this guy's wallet.

Jack: That's a pretty cocky thing to say… So you're claiming… That you're innocent?

Leona: I wonder. I don't think there's anyone with stickier fingers than Ruggie, though.

Ruggie: Leona-san!! I'll apologize for the incident that happened at the food stand, fine, but you gotta help prove the innocence of your own Savanaclaw student, please～!

Leona: Why should I care? Y'all need to take care of your own committee problems yourselves.

Ruggie: C'mon, man…

Jack: Setting aside whether or not he actually did it… Why did you think Ruggie-senpai was the pickpocket?

Male Attendee B: I mean, obviously… That kid just bumped into my suddenly!

Male Attendee B: Right after he passed by me, I just happened to put my hand in my pocket, and my wallet was gone.

Ruggie: I'm just runnin' 'round this way and that for both my committee 'n food stand duties. That's it!

Ruggie: It's by chance I ran into this guy! Who'd even target someone who looks like they got no money in his wallet, anyway.

Jack: I can't figure it out just by listenin' to both sides...

Jack: Since we got consent, let me just check Ruggie-senpai's belongings for now.

Jack: Yeah, there's definitely no wallet here.

Ruggie: See, I told you～!

Male Attendee B: Humph, you're also as member of the executive committee, right? I can't trust you.

Male Attendee B: And that guy yawning over there seems to be your upperclassman… Maybe all three of you are in on this together!

Jack: You littleー You're going to suspect Leona-senpai too!?

Leona: Jack, don't snap back at him.

Jack: …Yessir…

Jack: (There's no proof that Ruggie-senpai did it, but I can't prove that he didn't either.)

Jack: (If I don't clear him of suspicion quickly, he won't be able to go up on stage… What should I do...?)

[wind blows]

Scarabia Student: Ack! Man, it's definitely windier the closer I get to the ocean…

Jack: !!!

Jack: There's a bunch of different scents here around the food stands that I didn't even notice until now, but…

Jack: Sniff sniff… This smell coming from your jacket… I recognize it!

Jack: I know where your wallet is. Follow me!

[Crane Port – Pier]

Male Attendee B: Ah, this is my wallet! I never even though that I could have lost it before this kid bumped into me and that it would be waiting for me here at the headquarters!

Jack: Finally, after all that fuss you kicked up... Ugh, what a frustrating event.

Male Attendee B: You said your name was Jack-kun, right? Thanks for finding my wallet. Now then, I'll take my leave…

Jack: Hey, you… Don'tcha think you're forgettin' something?

Male Attendee B: EEK!

Male Attendee B: I'm dreadfully sorry that I accused you of pickpocketing, and assumed all three of you were conspiring together!! I'm really really sorry!!

Leona: Humph.

Ruggie: Ugh, that was annoying. Maaaan, I'm sooo depressed that I was suspected like that～ That really hurt, maaan～!

Ruggie: It'd be suuuuper great if you could buy some waffles from our food stand as an apology～～～!

Male Customer B: F-Fine, I got it, I got it. Take me to your food stand, then.

Ruggie: Shishishi, yeah, you gotta give us at least that. You're gonna need to buy one to eat, one to bring home, and… oh yeah, some to give to your friends 'n family!

Jack: …Ruggie-senpai doesn't let any chance slip by, huh.

Leona: Sigh. He's been a whole mess of problems this time. I'm gonna put him to work real hard after Port Fest ends.

Leona: I'm outta here. Keep up the good work, I guess.

Jack: Yessir!

Restaurant Manager: Good job, Jack. That was a great success.

Jack: Yes, sir. I understand now why you said that I shouldn't need to force myself to be too friendly.

Jack: Both on stage, and otherwise… I need to make full use of the assets I do have.

Jack: I'll definitely give them a performance just as intense as today for the concert!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #twst jack #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst translation #twst port fest

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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: N/A || Megumi Fushiguro x FemSorcerer!reader a/n: this is old and converted from a fic I ditched with an oc so I reformatted it to a reader x type of deal word count: 1.7k tags: mentions of death, reader is queer (pan or bi you decide), comfort ish fic, fluff, based mostly on the anime since I wrote this prior to reading it character(s): Megumi Fushiguro (jjk)

"Oh, you're awake."

That voice wasn't a surprise. Megumi had heard it before as he lie in bed taking the most of his recovery time. Before it had just been to the tune of his eyes closed and his laying still in bed while she either talked to him or any number of nurses that had come and gone over the past twenty four hours. Sitting up in bed now Megumi locked eyes with his visitor.

A nonverbal acknowledgment to the second year. It took but a moment for the sorcerer to see the small wrapped box you had brought back with yourself. You took heed of your underclassman staring at what you'd brought back. So you took it upon yourself to share without him asking about it.

"Something to eat," you smiled sweetly. Just as you took up you seat once more at his bedside, this time you placed the wrapped box on the table swung over his bed, "I didn't think hospital food sounded good after that long of a nap."

Megumi looked at the fabric covered tote box placed before him, "That wasn't a nap, I was passed out."

"I know," you nodded, no fault of your own as your smile persisted, "Just telling myself it was a nap calmed my nerves."

He looked up from the unopened treat box. Sincerity in your eyes just as there had been from day one. Megumi questioned how someone so soft would align with such a life. He broke eye contact just to look at the box again.

Never had he mentioned having any favorite foods to you. Which was partially true. If it tasted good then he'd eat it. Simple as that. So Megumi admitted to being a little taken back by what you could have brought him that wasn't already just easily provided by the hospital.

"Open it already," you coaxed, "I heard your stomach rumble hours ago before you woke up."

He was famished. No lie there. Megumi carefully untied the knot of the neat lunchbox. Unwrapping it's contents to be more than just surprised about what you'd brought him. Delicately worked on onigiri with the three of them sporting different flavors. Crisp tempura fried vegetables laid carefully next to it. And what looked to be a small cup thermos nestled off to the side. He had an idea whatever was in it probably was as good as the rest of the food laid out.

Seeing the spread all he could muster was purely a question, "Where did you buy this? It looks...nice."

You shook your head, "I didn't. It's all homemade don't worry."

Admitting to the labor that had gone into this gesture only magnified the oddity that was your continual kindness. It wasn't prevalent in a jujutsu sorcerer's life. And simply one not displayed by sorcerer's as a whole. It left Megumi more than a jumble of confused words why his upperclassman could maintain kindness when also baring a curse like the rest of them.

"...thank you, y/n." He looked up from his meal at you, "Really, thank you."

Brimming with a cocky smile that never faded, you gestured to the meal, "C'mon don't thank me without trying it. It could be complete garbage and you don't know."

Megumi handled one of the onigiri as he brought it to his lips. Not meant to hide his soft smile, he still took a pause before biting it, "I know it's good, you made it."

Without a shadow of a doubt he was right. Everything you'd packed into that plain little bento was everything but plain. Delicious down to the last crumble. Megumi hadn't realized it was gone before he was taking the last dribble of soup from the thermos. When he finally set it down to realize his plate empty and stomach full, he found himself wondering once again the same question.

"...you're such a good cook too," Megumi added to the list of things he'd already told you, you were good at. "Why are you here when you could clearly be doing so many other things."

A shrug with a chagrined look on your face, "Well the other second years are just overreacting with the exchange anyways, and you were here so I thought I'd-"

"No," Megumi shook his head to stop the dodging you always did. "I mean here doing this."

This question again. You had run into it a few times before with Megumi's questions as well as some of the other students. It never seemed enough to just say one saw curses. Here they wanted detailed information on what landed someone here. As secretive as the jujutsu sorcery field was. You never felt it necessary to divulge your background like it was some stat to be learned in a comic book. You were here and you were learning. What else did people need?

"...I can see curses. Not a lot I can do with that," you answered just as sweetly as any other time the question arose. Where that answer sat just fine with everyone else. Be it maybe a lot of jujutsu sorcerers were a little self centered. Making your kindness stick out like a sore thumb and get seen more than once as a weakness. It also alleviated the need to elaborate most times. But where you found relief in other's laziness not to ask too many questions. It was Megumi's consistently deadpan prying that perhaps drew you to befriend him. That came with the price of his constant inquiry about why you did the things you did. Especially if they involved him.

So again, for what seemed like the hundredth time now in your friendship, Megumi asked, "How did someone so kind get cursed though."

If it were anyone else perhaps you'd ignore it with a sweet smile. Act like it didn't matter and it was just a fluke in your character. There were a million things you'd would rather do than relive the cause of this career choice. Presented with Megumi's brush with death caused a waiver in your conviction to stay out of personal affairs though. You'd made some superficial friendships here. But when the first years, or at least when two of the three first years, returned from a botched first grade curse mission. Very present negative emotions flooded you. Ones all too familiar and worrisome. You were forced to relive a glimpse of your heartache from years ago. With a heavy heart you knew sitting at someone's bedside night and day warranted some kind of explanation.

"...I...I lost someone," you looked down at your empty hands, "When I was younger of course. I guess they were my bestfriend."

Lots of people lost friends and family. Death was present but not normally the clear cut reason to harbor so much negative emotions that fueled Jujutsu Sorcerers. Megumi looked over at his upperclassman wringing your hands together nervously. If death was the cause he knew this couldn't be easy for you to talk about in a setting like a hospital.

Megumi didn't want to upset the semblance of friendship he respected with you, "You don't have to if you don't-"

"No, heh," Looking up from your hands you smiled through a thin veil of tears threatening your distant glazed over eyes, "I'll tell you because...I was just as scared that you were going to die too. And- well, I just don't know if my heart could handle this all over again."

"Your heart?" He didn't show it but Megumi kindled a bit of surprise in his mind knowing he liked your company but didn't know it was reciprocated beyond courteous nature from you.

A quite nod from you. Your body was present but when Megumi met your eyes it was clear you weren't thinking about the here and now.

"...when I was in primary school I had a best friend I did everything with. She was...she was everything to me." You smiled just at the fuzzy memory, "Nothing fancy I guess, bad things happen everyday. And it was just another day...We were walking home when it happened. A cough, I didn't think anything of it since kids get sick all the time. But before I realized it that would be the last time we would walk home together. The last time we'd do anything together." You brushed the tears from your eyes but didn't let your smile fade, "I couldn't see her before she passed away, something about more kids getting sick and infectious. How I didn't get sick is beyond me. We spent every moment together. Before I knew what happened, my mom broke down telling me she'd died and well...I was just left to process it."

Megumi held his tongue for a moment. There was no trauma. No indicator that it really would be enough to cause anguish such that a curse would be born. While his heart ached for a moment of compassion at your loss, he was still confused as to what upset you enough to bring on the change young Jujutsu sorcerer's experience to put them on this path.

He didn't need to wait though or even ask when seeing the curses started. You looked at him with the biggest grin while tears rolled down your cheeks and in all sincerity finally told the truth to someone, "It wasn't until later when the curses started showing up and my heart never really healed. I realized what was haunting me....I loved her and never got the chance to tell her that."

Loss of love and innocence. Deadly and deceitful to a human. Survivors always carried a heavy weight and you were no different. Megumi understood what inflicted your curse energy. It was something that wouldn't leave you until the day you died. Heart wrenching like all jujutsu sorcerer's, it left one question pertinent to Megumi more than anything.

He looked from you. To the things you'd brought. And finally back at you with the small things connecting in his mind, "Does that mean..."

Your distant stare returned to the present to meet up with Megumi's green eyes. Holding his gaze for a drawn out moment as you fought with what was inside you. Finally you couldn't keep it together and cracked with an incredibly soft smile playing on your lips. You couldn't live with another curse like this so you came clean, "...yeah, I think I love you too."

#tw death mention #mentions of violence #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk writing #jujutsu kaisen writing #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years

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smile for me — yandere kozume kenma x f. reader

warnings: slight angst, abuse, threatening, noncon, hickeys, oral, creampie, kidnapping

Kenma was always quite the outcast. He had a difficult time fitting in with the rest of his classmates, and preferred just being a face out in the crowd. In fact, the only real friend he maintained throughout junior high and high school was his upperclassman, Kuroo.

But their time together was cut short as Kuroo had to move on and graduate with the rest of his fellow third years. Once he left his life for good, Kenma's world turned black and white. Every bland day felt the exact same.

Wake up, attend class, go to practice, go home, sleep, and repeat. There wasn't any real reason for him to continue playing, seeing as his original reason for joining was to be there for his best friend. He was an adult now, having better things to do with his time.

Compared to his performance last year, he was mediocre at best. It was sad for his teammates to see him like this, but they couldn't blame him. He had no outside motivation and no reason to give it his all. At this rate, it'd probably be in his best interest to just give up and quit volleyball.

But his pessimism came to an abrupt end as soon as the doors to the gymnasium opened up on that rainy day during practice. Looking up from the dirty gym flooring, his eyes landed on your graceful figure. Not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but you brought colors back into his world once again.

“Everyone! This is [y/n]. She's going to be your manager for the year.” The coach introduced you to the rest of the team with a large grin covering his features. You gazed at each and every player on the court, briefly studying their features.

“Hi! I'm excited to be here with you guys and although I'm inexperienced in volleyball, I'll try my best to help you guys out in any way that I can!” There it was again. That damned smile you always seemed to wear.

Your beaming smile lit up the dark cave Kenma had been hiding himself in. And he wanted it all to himself. However, it was as clear as day that Kenma wasn't the only one on his team looking forward to seeing you more.

—

His obsession started off innocent. Kenma was just a dependent person, and without Kuroo, he needed somebody else to rely on. At least that was what you told yourself.

At first he would just walk you to your homeroom class. It was on the way to his, so where was the harm in it?

But it gradually became overbearing. Not only would he walk you to homeroom and practice after school, but he soon began walking you home from school in order to “protect you from creeps.”

He followed you around like a lost puppy. An insecure, lost puppy. If you ever tried gently approaching the subject by telling him that you're alright on your own, he'd simply stare at you with glossy eyes and frown.

It somehow felt worse than him getting angry at you. You just felt pure guilt, and would end up apologizing for bringing it up.

Kenma knew what he was doing. With the advantage of his lack of friends, he could cling to you like a magnet without any questions asked.

From an outsider's perspective, it looked as if you had him wrapped around your little finger. But it was really Kenma who had the upper hand. It didn't take him long to analyze your overall personality and learn how to evoke certain emotions from you.

He was strategic, calm and collected. He knew he wasn't the kinda guy you'd go after, so he'd have to take extra measures in making you reliant on him. In a few months time, you'd be begging him to walk you to class and you'd be afraid of being without him.

It was perfect. As long as he played his cards right, everything would go to plan.

“[y/n]! I know this is sudden, but I've really enjoyed spending time with you during practice and I'd love to maybe.. take you out sometime?” Or not.

Kenma was on his way towards the front of the school where he'd normally meet you to walk home with you. He had planned on asking you if you'd like to hang out at the nearby arcade after school. However, he was beat to it. Right before his eyes was the sight of Lev asking you out on a date.

The situation at hand didn't dawn upon him until his vision was filled with the sight of you pressing a gentle kiss onto the lanky Russian's cheek. Sure, he was peeved at his teammate for asking out his crush. But your positive response was what had caused the crushing sensation in his heart. He thought he was going to be ill.

You stabbed him right in the back. That was supposed to be him. Was he not good enough for you? He crossed over so many bridges in order to earn your attention, yet it still wasn't enough. You'd never choose a guy like him.

He'd have to make you.

—

It had been a few days since you last interacted with Kenma. It was weird; you were used to him following you around wherever you went with his focused gaze constantly diverted towards his game. Sure, having him by your side 99% of the time was mildly inconvenient for you, but it was something you had grown used to.

It was nice having somebody that seemed to care about your feelings so deeply. While your bubbly attitude helped you in terms of popularity, it didn't quite fill the void. Not even the boy you had recently began seeing really seemed to deeply understand your emotions like Kenma did.

As much as you hated to admit it, you needed Kenma just as much as he needed you. That was why you were more than willing to walk him home for the first time in days after being asked.

Whilst you didn't understand why he took a break from walking around with you like this in the first place, you were glad to know that he was doing alright. You really did worry about his wellbeing during your time apart. Perhaps you had grown a soft spot for the introvert.

“Do you.. wanna come in?” Kenma kept his gaze on the sidewalk as he offered you to come over. As much as you wanted to agree and try and rekindle your friendship over pop drinks, you unfortunately already had plans for that evening. Lev promised he'd take you to see fireworks at a festival in town.

But you couldn't just flat out reject him. There was something wrong with him and you wanted to resolve things before goofing off with his teammate. Flashing him a small smile, you nodded your head and followed him into his vacant house.

As soon as the two of you slipped your shoes off, he led you into his living room and plopped himself down onto the couch. You could tell that he was nervous by the way that he was timidly fiddling his fingers and avoiding your eyes.

“I can stay for a few minutes. Lev promised he'd take me to see the fireworks in town, but I want to know what's been going on with you before I leave. I care about you, Kenma.” Were you joking? Kenma was about ready to be emotionally vulnerable with you and you decided to bring him up?

It seemed as if your words flipped a metaphorical switch in Kenma's brain. His immediate change in expression gave you chills. “No.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stood up from your spot on the couch and narrowed your eyes at the pudding head. “I'm sorry?” Your intuition was right. Something was wrong with him.

Following you in suit, Kenma stood up from his spot on the couch and began making slow strides towards you. For each step that he'd take towards you, you'd take a step back. By the time you had taken around five steps back, you ended up with your back pressed up against the living room wall. How cliche.

“Kenma, what's gotten into you? Are you okay?” Even during a time like this, you were still seemingly worried over the male's wellbeing. It was almost laughable.

Instead of lashing out, Kenma gazed at you with dulled eyes. Taking a few steps backwards, he took in a deep breath and prepared himself for his next plan of action. “Just.. follow me. I need to show you something.” Only you could understand Kenma when he murmured like this.

Something about the whole situation was off. The apathetic look in his eyes was unsettling to say the least, seeing as his eyes were clouded with frustration just a minute ago. But you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

So you took him up on his offer and allowed him to take the lead. He ended up bringing you upstairs into his room. Upon first glance, there was nothing that stood out. His bedroom was exactly how you expected it; organized and cleanly, yet not quite bland. The figurines and posters he had set up complimented the room nicely.

But it didn't make sense to you. Why was he so insistent on having you follow him up here? You easily could've continued your conversation inside of the living room, so what gave?

Click. Glancing over at the pudding head, you watched as he swiftly locked the door, rendering it difficult to exit and impossible to enter. Before you could question his actions, Kenma shakily pulled out a pocket knife from his pant’s pocket, slowly inching towards you with the weapon. “Get on the bed..” He almost seemed unsure of his actions.

But his reluctance quickly turned into assertiveness when you wouldn't oblige. “Now.” His arm stopped shaking. One step closer and the blade would be poking at your throat.

You reluctantly climbed onto the queen bed placed up against the wall. There was a window! Perhaps you could— “Don't even think about it.” His tone was dripping with uncharacteristic dominance as he spoke.

Climbing up onto the bed, he lightly nudged your shoulder, quietly ordering you to lay down. Of course you were going to listen, the guy had a weapon in his hand. As much as you wanted to question his actions, your body was in a complete state of shock. What happened to the innocent, introverted boy you once knew?

Noticing your shocked expression, Kenma sighed, crawling up in between your legs. “[y/n], you're all that I care about. I just want you to love me back.” His face heated up as he inched his head towards yours, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your lips.

However, your reaction wasn't as positive as he wanted it to be. As soon as his plump lips pressed against yours, you immediately drew your head back, forgetting about the weapon in his hold. “Kenma! What has gotten into you? You know that I'm seeing Lev!” You couldn't be gentle with him anymore. There was a line you sure as hell weren't willing to cross with him.

Upon hearing the Russian's name, Kenma clenched his teeth, wearing an expression with pure lividness written all over it. Even after mustering up the courage to confess his feelings and to even kiss you, you still weren't content with him. There would always be somebody better and he'd always have to go through desperate measures just to earn your attention.

But as he gazed down at your petrified expression, he came to a realization. He didn't have to fight for your attention and idly stand by as you gave it to other people. He had the upper hand. He was in control here.

There wasn't a single damned person on this planet that could stop him from taking you away and ravaging your innocence. You belonged to him now. He was the only person you'd get to look at from now on and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You know.. I don't know why I thought you had a thing for me. I guess I was just being really, really stupid.” He gazed at you with a vacant expression. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. But your guilt was gone as quickly as it came once his fingers began peeling your shirt off. “But it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter at all.”

Dropping your shirt onto the hardwood flooring of the room, Kenma gazed at your bare skin with pink tinting his cheeks. Your skin was like a blank canvas, and Kenma was ready to paint a masterpiece.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at the feeling of his plump lips peppering gentle kisses across your collarbone. Sooner rather than later, he made his way up towards yours your nape and his soft kisses turned into nibbling. “Kenma. Please..” Your voice was strained as you begged him to stop.

But your pleas only egged him on as he began running his tongue over your neck, giving you a ticklish sensation from his wet appendage. He eventually attached his lips onto a certain spot on the side of your neck before sucking on the sensitive skin like a leech. It was your first real hickey and it ached. It felt like your skin was being sucked by a tiny vacuum.

The worst part about it all was that he ended up leaving a giant trail of hickeys from your neck to your chest. Your entire upper body was scattered with vibrant love bites.

Wiping his swollen lips off with the back of his hand, Kenma sat up and admired his work. Just the sight in itself caused metaphorical hearts to form in his eyes.

But it wasn't enough. The need to feel your soft skin against his own overruled Kenma's insecurities, as he reluctantly pulled his t-shirt over his head. Before he could begin dreading the thought of you laughing at his scrawny figure, he leaned down and stared at the bra that blockaded him from your breasts. That wouldn't do.

It was difficult to say the least for Kenma to try and figure out how to remove your bra, especially with you thrashing and squirming beneath him. Not being able to figure out something as simple as a bra clip was frustrating enough; you deliberately making it difficult just pushed him over the edge.

“Stop squirming or I'll cut you.” His small voice was stern as he scolded you for moving. You wanted to believe that his threat was empty, but his exasperated expression told you a different story.

After what felt like trying solve a jigsaw puzzle, he finally freed you from the death trap of your bra, eagerly throwing it off to the side. It didn't take long for him to place a hand on each of your breasts, kneading at your skin like cat.

Kenma felt like he was on a power trip as he fondled your breasts and squeezed your hardened nipples between his fingers. The way you sat idly whilst he leaned his head downwards and began swirling his tongue around each bud was absolutely exhilarating. You knew there was nothing you'd be able to do to defend yourself without hurting Kenma, and you weren't willing to make that sacrifice.

The fact that you still seemed to care more about his wellbeing than your own caused his heart to skip a beat. He really did have you wrapped around his finger.

As he sucked on your soft mounds, he trailed his hands down to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at the fabric. He soon diverted his attention towards your bottoms as he eagerly slid them down to your ankles, leaving you in nothing but the thin material of your panties.

Of course, it didn't take him long to grab onto the sides of your panties and pull them off as well. He had waited far too long for this moment and he wasn't going to waste a second of it.

Upon first glance, Kenma was mesmerized. He couldn't help but bask in your naked glory. The sight in itself was so entrancing that his body began moving on his own as leaned down on his stomach, bringing his face so close to your sensitive parts that you could feel his hot breath fanning your skin.

“Kenma.. Please don't do this.” It wouldn't hurt to try and stop him one last time, right? Even if you weren't officially a thing with Lev, it still felt wrong having another man's hands exploring your body like a sacred temple.

Unfortunately for you, Kenma was trapped in a lustful trance, leaving your pleas unheard. Without further notice, Kenma flicked his tongue against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves. As he parted his lips to suck on the sensitive nub, you couldn’t help but unintentionally wrap your legs around his head, practically grinding yourself onto his face.

The sight of you almost bucking your hips into his face gave him a sudden burst of confidence. He plunged two fingers into your greedy hole, feeling his cock twitch at the feeling of your muscles tightening around his thin digits. God, the look on his face screamed shamelessness.

Your back arched as he pumped his fingers in and out of your drenched cunt, feeling a tight knot begin to form in your abdomen. Thinking rationally was out of the question; all you wanted was for him to finish you off and give you that sweet release.

Fortunately for you, his tongue seemed to swirl at just the right pace and his fingers seemed to curl at just the right angle as they rubbed up against your g-spot. It wasn’t long until your hips suddenly bucked upwards whilst you reached your end, feeling your walls clench around his digits and your juices coat his hand.

Although Kenma’s expression was as nonchalant as ever, you could just tell he felt triumphant by the glint in his eye. The look in his eye was akin to the way he’d look after defeating the final boss in a video game.

Dread sat deep in your stomach as you finally came to your senses, allowing your surroundings to truly dawn upon you. Realization struck you like a bolt lightning as your captor pulled his last articles of clothing off, allowing his erect cock to spring out.

The fact that he was a hell of a lot more hung than you pictured for a scrawny guy like him just added insult to injury. This could not be happening. “Stop looking at me like that.” How on earth he still managed to act timid was a mystery to you. This was all on his own accord. And only on his.

But his lustful desires overruled any possible guilt he could feel. If he was being real with himself, there wasn’t a guilty bone in his body. He needed to claim your body as his.

Prodding the tip of his throbbing cock at your entrance, Kenma gradually slipped himself inside of your needy cunt. His movements were painfully slow. The way he slowly pushed his length into your hole really allowed your insides to memorize the shape and form of his cock.

By the time that he had fully inserted himself inside of you, your back was arched and you were moaning like a pornstar. Before doing any movement, Kenma leaned downwards, catching your lips in a needy, desperate kiss. And although the kiss went unreturned, Kenma felt a surge of euphoria take over his senses.

Without further notice, the pudding reared his hips back, only to slam back into you, earning nothing but a choked moan from you in return. Kenma’s timid movements were nowhere to be seen. He thrusted into you at an unbearable pace.

If you weren’t so overridden with forbidden pleasure, you’d be shocked over how rough he was in bed. Was this really the same guy that didn’t have the guts to talk to you without looking up from his game? Where did this sudden burst of confidence come from?

Your internal questions went unanswered as Kenma used your hips to steady himself as he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of your cunt. You’d be shocked if the death grip he had on your curves didn’t end up leaving bruises.

After awkwardly trying to find a better angle, Kenma ended up hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he thrusted even deeper inside of you than before. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as the tip of his cock pressed up against your cervix with each rapid thrust.

Trailing his hand down south, Kenma placed his fingers onto your nub and began rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all too much. You hated how much pleasure this man was giving you. But you couldn’t help your muscles from twitching as you suddenly arched your back, releasing your flow of juices onto Kenma’s cock.

The way your cunt hugged his cock had his eyes rolling backwards. It didn’t take him long to hold onto your hips with a vice like grip as he shot his load into your cunt, perfectly filling your womb with his thick, sticky fluids. By the time that he pulled his cock out of your aching hole, fluids were dripping down both of your legs, staining his bed sheets with cum.

As the both of you struggled to catch your breaths, the sound of popping rang throughout your ears. After pathetically scooting your trembling legs over to Kenma’s window, your heart shattered at the sight before you.

Fireworks were going off in the distance— the fireworks you promised you’d see with Lev. Wrapping his arms around your bare figure from behind, Kenma placed a chaste kiss below your ear before whispering bittersweet words.

“This is how things are meant to be. Come on, smile for me..”

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Teach me

Chapter 3 - The first session

Find the previous chapters here

Pairing - Jean Kirstein x Female Reader

Series Summary - By chance you come to be friends with an upperclassman, Jean Kirstein, who offers to help tutor you in hope you forgive him from making you late to your class one morning. All though the plan was for him to help you with history, are there others things you want him to teach you as well?

Chapter Summary - Its your first study session with Jean and your nerves are shot. Will you learn anything or will your mind be preoccupied with the teacher?

Content - fluff, building relationships, college Au, smart Jean

Content warnings - Smut, sexual content

Friday.

It was Friday. Not just Friday, this Friday was the first study session you had planned with Jean. You had practically had to drag yourself through the week for you to get to this point. Pieck wouldn’t stop pestering you about the details.

You and Jean had planned on meeting at the library at 4pm. It was 3:30 now and you had quite a long walk to get there. You dreaded taking the bus anywhere and weren't blessed enough to have a car. It was a 10 minute walk for normal people but you knew your anxiety would make you walk slower. Unsure steps aren't as fast.

You tugged on your sweatshirt, trying to make it more comfortable. You looked at the pile of clothes that now laid on the floor. You had probably put on half of your closet trying to find something you liked. You settled for a maroon crew neck and leggings. You fixed your hair one last time before heading out the door.

Why did you care so much? It's not like anything was going to happen. You were going to go, study a bunch of words you have absolutely no meaning for and try your absolute hardest not to look like a moron while doing so.

It was a cooler day outside with the taste of rain. The clouds were dark and gloomy and the close to setting sun wasn’t helping the dark atmosphere. Spring was on its way and there had been a few warm days but it didn’t fool you.

You wondered if Jean was dressed warm enough today. The library was always cold but it couldn’t be as bad as this. How far away did he live from the library? Was his walk long too? Did he choose it because it was close to him? Why did he even want to help you? Was it some sort of charity project? Or maybe, just maybe he actually wanted to help you with your school work. That wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities.

You crossed the final cross section before the library and actually got excited for the first time since everything started. You were early, which meant that you would have time to mentally prepare yourself, spread your pens out, look over your notes.

You walked through the large wooden doors and made your way back towards the desks. You searched around for where seemed to be the best table. Much to your surprise you spotted a familiar face sitting at one of the tables near a window. It almost made you laugh to see him here before you. Was he trying to make up for almost being late for coffee?

You made your way over to the table and tried to think of how you were going to greet him.

“Hey.” is the best you could come up with.

Jean looked up and your eyes met with his. “Hey.” he greeted, smiling.

You pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down. “I guess we had the same idea.”

“Yea well I wanted to get a good table and have a little time to prepare.” Jean gestured towards the papers he had spread out. “I guess I also wanted to make sure I beat you, can’t keep up the impression that I don’t show up on time.”

You gave him a small smile and you glanced down at the papers he had spread out.

“What do you have planned?” You asked.

“Well I thought you could fill me in on what you understand and don’t understand and we could go from there.” Jean said as he flipped to a new page in his notebook.

“Ok but I need to premis this before we begin.” You said. “I’m really not good at this so please don’t make fun of me for the amount I find difficult.”

Jean placed his notebook on the desk and directed all of his attention towards you. “Hey, I would never do that. Trust me there are so many things I’m clueless about so don’t even say a word about it. That's why we’re here right?”

You nodded and tried to hide the smile that wanted to form.

You listed off the large summary of the lessons that you thought you needed help on and told him what you felt like you got. He was actually really cool about it, never judgemental. He showed you a few websites that he thought could be helpful and you began to look through your textbook together.

“You know, there's a book that I found really useful for chapter 4. They should still have it here.” Jean explained as he rose from his seat.

You followed him around each corner as he searched for what he was after. He mumbled a few things to himself as he looked but didn’t actually say anything.

Jean halted in his tracks and pulled a book from the shelf. You watched as he flipped through the pages quickly before handing it to you.

“I really think this could help you, it's not too bad of a read which is a plus.” He said as you looked at the book's cover.

You grabbed the now seeming much larger book from his large hands that made it look so small.

“T-thank you.” You said.

The two of you walked to the front desk together. The librarian began to check out your book and your eyes drifted over to Jean. He was leaning on one of the desks with both of his hands supporting his weight. Your eyes met each other and you quickly returned them to the book. How did he just exist effortlessly? He was just standing there doing absolutely nothing but yet here he was looking perfect.

You said your thank yous to the librarian and you and Jean walked back towards the desk.

“Ok so your homework is to read the first two chapters of the book and if you have the time I think you should re read chapter 4. I tabbed a few paragraphs that I think you’ll find really useful.” Jean explained as he pointed at each example.

You nodded as you tried to engrave it into your mind. You would forget your shadow if it wasn’t attached to you. The both of you walked out of the library into the now dark night.

The cold hit you like a brick wall as it stung your nose on your first breath. You held back a shiver as you tried to acclimate from the surprisingly warm Library.

“Damn, sure got cold out. How far is your walk?” Jean asked as he pulled his coat closer to his body.

“Oh um it's about a 10 minute walk, not too bad.” You said as you looked up at his tall frame. Jean was dressed much better for the weather with a nice jacket over his sweatshirt.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride. It's pretty cold out.” Jean said as he nodded to the string of cars parked on the street.

“I couldn't ask you to do that! That's too much… you’ve already helped me so much…” You exclaimed.

“I’m not letting you walk home like that, I’d be too worried about you getting home without frostbite.” Jean said as he crossed his arms.

You took in a deep breath and knew you were going to regret the next words from your mouth. “Ok.”

Jean wore a satisfied grin as you followed him to his car. You approached the black sedan that lit up as Jean unlocked it. He opened the passenger side door and watched you closely as you got in. You gave him a quick thank you and he shut the door. Your heart quickened as you realized your situation.

You were in his car. You were in his car. You were in his car. You were in his car.

He got in quickly after he shut your door and turned the car on. He reached over to the heat controls and turned them up all the way.

“We can wait a minute for it to heat up if you’d like. I can basically feel you shaking.” He said as he put his seatbelt on.

He looked at you and then your body. “Don’t forget to buckle in, I can’t promise your safe arrival.”

He laughed at the horrified look that washed over your face. “I’m just kidding with you.”

You flashed him a quick smile and began to tug the seatbelt over your body. You juggled with the buckle as you tried to force it in.

“Oh here let me do it. My friend dropped a penny in there a couple months back and now you have to do it a certain way.” Jean explained as he grabbed the seatbelt from me.

His large hands brushed your waist and thighs as he fumbled with it. With a forceful shove he got it in and nodded in satisfaction.

“There you go, you should be good now…. Just tell me where to turn and stuff.”

“T-thank you… Just turn left at the light and keep going straight for a while.” You said, trying to keep your exposure. You thanked the dark light as you felt your cheeks burn.

“Do you walk everywhere?” Jean asked as he waited for the light to turn green.

“Not everywhere, but most places. I used to take the bus a lot but there were a lot of weirdos so I stopped.” You explained. “But if somewhere is too far away then I’ll suck it up. Thankfully all my classes are pretty close by.”

Jean gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary and made the first turn.

“You should be careful when walking at night. There are a lot of creeps out there… sorry for asking you to meet me here, I thought it would be a good spot.” Jean said, tone different from before, deeper.

“I am… or I try to be. And don’t worry about the walk to the library. It's a simple one… oh turn right at the stop sign… but honestly it isn’t that bad.” You said as you pointed to the street you were talking about.

“Still it's not the safest…. Nevermind me.. Sorry I said something.” Jean said softly.

“No, it's ok. It’s nice to hear someone else's concerns.” You said as you smiled at him. He met your gaze and pulled back to look at the road in front of him. “Turn right again and it's the building right there.”

The car rolled up slowly and he shifted it into park. “You warm up enough?”

“Mhm, thank you.. And thank you for the session…. And the ride.” You said as you unbuckled yourself.

You went to open the door but you were stopped when a hand grabbed your arm. You looked back to Jean who seemed to quickly regret his action and let go of you. “I’m sorry… it’s just could I have your phone number? I mean so we can set up next time.”

“Next time?” You asked.

Jean laughed at the way your head titled like a puppy looking for a treat. “You think we were done after just one time? Sorry to disappoint… if you don’t want to continue we don’t have to.”

“Oh no it's not that.. Here, give me your phone.” You said as you reached your hand out. Jean gave you it and you typed in your phone number. “Here you go, just shoot me a text so I know it's you… Thanks again.”

“Yea don’t mention it.” Jean said as he watched you leave his car.

You felt his eyes on you the entire walk up to your dorm building. Before entering the door you turned to his car and gave it a small wave. You fumbled your way into the door and breathed properly for the first time all day.

You walked into your dorm room to find it empty. Pieck must’ve been at a party or something of that caliber. She usually wasn’t present on any of the weekend nights. You placed your bag on your desk and pulled out the book Jean recommended.

You put on sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a bun. You held the book close to you as you climbed into bed. It wasn’t even late but you were mentally drawn from the overwhelming anxiety you had dealt with today. You opened the book and began to read the first page.

You felt your phone buzz and you quickly reached for it. Your heart skipped as you saw the unknown number display the text on the screen.

Don’t forget your homework

You smiled widely as you responded

I just picked up the book now. You’ll be impressed with how fast I can read

You watched anxiously as you saw the typing symbol at the bottom of the screen.

Good. I hope to see you finished with chapter 1&2 by Monday.

Monday?

What's monday?

Monday 11am at the library, same table. Does that work?

You tried to calm down your excitement. It was just a tutor session, nothing crazy.

Yea that works, see you then

5 minutes ago you could drop dead asleep but now? Now you felt like you could run a marathon. If you knew one thing it was that you weren't going to sleep until after Monday.

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