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i-am-totally-a-human-being · 3 years

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Since you asked could I get Nagito fluff about their Gender neutral s/o who is scared because of the game ?

Coming right up! Seriously guys, all these requests have helped me distract myself. I’m kinda spreading them out so I don’t spam my account, I’m trying to do one every hour and a half or so.

I’m definitely not ok lol, but all your guys requests of my comfort boys and your wishes for me to get better are amazing. I’m so glad I have this blog as my outlet, and that I have amazing people wishing me well.

Oneshot is under the cut

You better not die

Nagito x reader comfort

Genre: fluff and comfort

Writing style: oneshot

Summary: exactly what Anon requested

Warnings: reader cries and has a breakdown I dunno if that’s triggering tho?? Maybe to some people so I’ll put it down just in case. Ummmm Nagito sorta degrades himself cause he’s Nagito. I think that’s all

This couldn’t be happening. A killing game?! Who could you even trust?! Before Monokuma had announced himself as well as the killing game, you had gotten to know the people there with you on the island, but now.... you really didn’t know who to trust.

You sat alone in your cabin, door and windows locked. You’d rather stay in there for all eternity than risk getting killed. You screamed, you couldn’t help it, when you heard a knock on your door. Someone was trying to kill you!

Well... if they were... you doubted they would knock. They probably would just break the door down...

Unless they were trying to lure you into a false sense of security!

“W-Who is it?” You whimpered barely loud enough for them to hear.

“It’s Nagito.” Ah, Nagito. The one person you still sorta trusted. He was.... weird, yes. But he also made it clear when Monokuma announced the game that he’d gladly die for hope...

But he never said he’d kill.

You slowly got up and opened the door just a crack, peeking through and seeing him alone. You sighed in relief and opened it all the way, gesturing for him to come in.

“Sorry for screaming. You just scared me is all.”

“It’s alright,” he smiled, “am I ok to close the door? If you’re not comfortable with that we can leave it open.” You nodded, walking over and shutting the door and locking it.

“I trust you, Nagito. Just... not anyone else.”

“Not even Sonia? I don’t think she could hurt a fly....”

“Not even Sonia,” you shook your head, “she’s sweet. It’s always the sweet ones that you don’t expect.” You tried to joke, but Nagito’s expression never faltered. He looked at you with concern and pity, making a knot form in your throat.

If he kept giving you that look.... you might just tell him how you feel.

Not just about the killing game scaring you. You definitely had a crush on him. Maybe that’s another reason why you trusted him.... simp.

“As much as I value humor in helping people keep their hopes up,” he sat down on your bed, gesturing for you to follow, “I don’t think it’s the best way for you to cope right now. We’re all scared, Y/N.... but I’m particularly worried about you.”

“M-Me?” You sat down next to him, trying to avoid contact, both with your eyes and physically. If you looked into his eyes you’d probably break down into tears, and if you brushed up against him you’d be too flustered to talk.

“Yes... I know it’s selfish of me to take it upon myself to help you.... but I notice how you seem to gravitate towards me and trust me. And who am I to not do anything I can to please an Ultimate? So can trash such as myself even do anything to help you?”

“You can stop degrading yourself, for starters.” You frowned. You really didn’t like his comments on himself, but this was a great way to shift the topic away from yourself.

“My apologies, Y/N. What can I do to help?” Dangit. He brought it back to you. You were hoping you’d have to convince him he’s not trash, waste time and hope he forgot about comforting you. But he was determined, and he knew what you were trying to do.

“I-I dunno,” your voice cracked, “I-I’m really ok, don’t worry-“

“Can I hug you?”

“H-Huh?!” His surprise request caught you completely off guard, making you look up at him. And that was his intention. You finally made eye contact with him, your mind and soul shattering into pieces.

As tears threatened to fall and as you started choking on your words due to the ever growing lump in your throat, Nagito swiftly grabbed your shoulders and wrapped his arms around you.

He had no need for self depreciation right now. He felt that he had no right to even breathe in your direction, let along hug you, but he overrides those thought by telling himself that this is to please you, not him.

That was the last straw for you. A loud cry erupted from your throat as tears started to flow, hugging him back and desperately clutching the back of his jacket. He gently rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back and whispering into your ear.

“It’s going to be alright, Y/N. I know you’re scared. We all are.... but I’m going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I’ll keep you safe, ok?” You simply nodded as a response, still crying as hard. How could he protect you if he had clearly said he was ok to die for hope? Which statement was a lie at this point?

“B-But,” you eventually whimpered, “h-how can you do that if you’re dead?!”

“I’m... I’m not going to die. I’m going to stay alive. For you, my hope.” You shuddered at the nickname, butterflies admittedly forming in your stomach. You simply nodded once again, pulling him closer and burying your face in his neck as the last few sobs escaped your body.

Your tears eventually subsided, leaving you exhausted. You hadn’t cried that hard in so long, you forgot how tiring it was. Your body felt weak, threatening to go limp at any moment.

“N-Nagito,” you lifted your head slightly so he could hear, “I-I might... I might....”

“It’s alright,” he pet your hair (if you don’t have hair or if it’s not very long, imagine him just rubbing your arm), gently massaging your scalp, “sleep, Angel. I’ll still be here in the morning, if you’re ok with me staying.”

“Y-Yes please,” you nodded, curling up against him, “And please... call me that more often...” you mumbled without really thinking, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Of course, Angel. Now rest. I’ll protect you tonight.” He picked you up and settled onto the bed better, pulling the covers over you as he cradled you to sleep.

———

You opened your eyes and looked around, an unfamiliar warmth surrounding you. This didn’t feel like a blanket.

You rolled over only to find yourself face to face with an asleep Nagito. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming and waking him up. He looked so... peaceful like that. But... why was he here?

Oh.... right. You had a bit of a mental breakdown last night. And he helped you through it, like the kind soul he was. You wanted to repay him for the love he had shown you.

You were trying to think of what you could do, when he stirred and groaned, stretching and opening his eyes. He gave you a sleepy smile when he saw you were awake.

“Good morning, Angel. Did you sleep ok?” Your heart fluttered once again at his nickname. You had forgotten that you asked him to call you that more.

“I-I slept fine, thank you,” your eyes darted around the room, looking at anything but him and his... beautiful face, “um... you didn’t have to stay here all night. I’m sorry you had to sleep in the bed with me...”

“It’s perfectly alright, dear. This may be selfish of me, but I did rather enjoy sleeping here. It... it felt nice to hold someone.” You noticed a small blush form on his cheeks, making you wonder if he felt the same about you as you did him.

“It... felt nice to be held,” you smiled, “I can’t thank you enough, Nagito. Seriously.” He chuckled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you’s are not necessary. Getting to exist in your presence so intimately like this is thanks enough,” he hesitantly reached up, his slim and slightly chilled fingers cupping your cheek, “I understand how afraid you are, love. But... As I said last night: I am going to protect you. I’ll stick by your side and I’ll do everything I humanly can and more to get us out of here together.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, leaning into his touch, “together. You better stick to that.”

“I wouldn’t ever think of failing a promise to an ultimate such as yourself,” he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “especially you. Specifically you.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re special to me, S/O,” he looked away, suddenly shy, “it’s one of the reasons I came to comfort you last night. Because I... care... about you.”

That was enough of a confession for you. He liked you back. You nodded, leaning in and connecting your lips for only a moment. He stared at you in shock, making you smile.

“Now you seriously better not die, ok?”

This gave me the happy. Gosh I simp for Nagito so hard ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Thank you for coming to my TED talk,

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hmorris0712 · 4 years

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all my life~ part ten

december 19, 2014

callie pulls on her tan beanie to better protect her ears from the harsh, winter winds of columbus, ohio. as she walks down the sidewalk in the usual snowfall they get on the daily during the winter, she looks around and notices just how busy it is. cars zooming past quicker than you can say 'hello', people crowding the sidewalks and crosswalks, all the city lights shining in the dark night sky. december is always the busiest time of the year.

she pulls her earmuffs out of her coat pocket; the beanie itself just simply isn't warm enough for her. sure, earmuffs may muffle the sound of everything, but you gotta do what you gotta do to survive in the wild.

pain tugs lightly on callie's heart as she remembers she only says that phrase because he says it. or at least he used to. when he still lived here.

she sighs. five years. that's how long it's been since she last saw tyler. since she last had any form of communication with him. sure, callie was happy for him and his new life, knowing tyler he was probably extremely successful, but she misses him so badly. she never wanted him to leave in the first place.

but he did. and she hadn't seen or heard from him since.

callie looks up at all the lights and traffic flow of all the cars and buildings around her. she lets a simple smile adorn her face at their beauty amidst her sadness.

suddenly she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. it somewhat throws her off, she rarely gets phone calls these days. but what throws her off even more is the caller id. her footsteps cease and she stares wide-eyed at the name, heart racing immediately. she hasn't seen that name pop up on her phone in forever.

five years to be specific.

incoming call from: tyjo

after standing there dumbfounded for a couple seconds, she accepts the call and takes off her muffs before bringing the phone up to her ear, desperate to hear his voice again.

"tyler?" "hey callie." he sounds nervous, she can hear it clearly in his voice. her eyes start to tear up because she didn't realize how much she missed hearing his voice until now. his soft, comforting voice that could calm the wildest storm.

"um, h-how are you?" she asks, mind still spinning. "i'm good, i'm good, but can-...okay i need you to do something for me- could you do something for me possibly? like right now?" he asks, only getting more and more nervous the longer he keeps talking.

"uh, sure, what-" "turn around." he says in a soft tone. callie's heart jumps. "what?" "please..." he stops before taking in a breath. "please i just..i-i need you to turn around before my nerves get the best of me and i do something stupid like run away."

callie's heart is pounding so hard she feels it could burst out of her chest at any moment, the sound filling her ears and muting almost all other sound. she looks over her shoulder first, her body soon following seconds later. her hand immediately flies up to her mouth as her eyes fall on him. "oh my god." she mutters in utter disbelief and joy. he's in the middle of the sidewalk amongst the many other people walking hastily past him as he just stands there, phone in hand up against his ear, looking at callie like she's the only thing in the world right now. he's wearing a navy blue beanie, callie's favorite beanie of his, and that ohio hoodie he's had for years.

he lets out a shaky breath as her eyes meet his. "hi." he says with the smallest voice she's ever heard him speak in. tears flood her eyes quickly. "tyler that better be you right there or i think i'm actually going to punch you." she jokes while looking him in the eyes. he lets out a small, airy laugh. "i mean i could pinch you for reassurance, but you're kind of all the way over there, so..." he trails off, shrugging.

callie smiles as the buildup of tears starts its release. she ends the call and shoves her phone back into her pocket before running straight for him.

it doesn't take long at all before she crashes into him, the tears starting to stream down her face. his arms protectively wrap around her on impact, pulling her as close as he can get her because god he missed her. he missed hearing her voice, seeing her face, holding her like he is now, he missed every single thing about her.

the guilt had been piling up on top of him, becoming so heavy it nearly broke him. after the first couple weeks of ignoring her, he couldn't bring himself to text her a simple 'sorry', although that would've been much better than to push her out of his life. but soon one month turned into two, and two into three, and before he knew it holy crap it had been five whole years and he knew had to make it up to her.

he moves one of his hands onto the back of her head and grasps her hair gently, still assuring himself that she's here, she's here.

"i missed you so much." she cries into his chest, her fingers tightening their grip on the back of his hoodie. tyler lets out a shaky breath that turns into a small laugh as he feels tears prick at his own eyes. "i did too- god, i missed you so much callie." he rests his head atop of hers.

why did he ever leave? he should've stayed, he never should've left. his heart is soaring right now, he just wants to hold her forever. she means so much to him, and he wishes he could tell her everything right now, but that just simply isn't possible.

gosh dangit she's wonderful. she was the best thing to ever happen to him and he left her. god, he's such an idiot.

without even thinking about it, he sweetly presses his lips to her hair. "i'm so sorry." he mutters quietly. callie only shakes her head a few times against him in response, knowing exacly what he's talking about. but she's not quite ready to talk about it yet. he doesn't know why, but her little reaction pushed him over the edge. his eyes are much more than misty and he's hugging her even tighter- if that's possible.

they stay like that in the middle of the busy sidewalk for minutes, soaking up the moment as much as they can to make up for the past five years.

"as much as i'd love to stay here the rest of the night, i think we should probably go somewhere before we get hypothermia." tyler says eventually, hand still carefully smoothing over her hair. callie's head slowly pulls back from their embrace. "yeah, i think so too." she says with a half smile, eyes still glistening with tears as she looks up at him. god, the sight alone makes tyler's heart flutter. he smiles back at her, moving his hand down from her head to her shoulder.

the smile doesn't last very long, however. "okay listen callie, i'm really sorry, about the last five years, i-" "yeah, that was kind of a jerk move. do you...got an explanation?" she interrupts with her arms crossed over her chest, her voice still delicate from crying but laced with anger and hurt- a lot of hurt.

tyler sighs, bringing one hand to his head, fingers grabbing at the hem of his beanie. "i know, i just-" he sighs defeatedly. "sorry's never gonna cut it, huh?" callie shakes her head in answer to his question. tyler sighs through his nose and his jaw tightens, something that happens when he gets nervous, before he speaks up again.

"okay i know i said i'd be in touch with you, i know i promised, but...the longer i thought about it, the harder it was for me to-...." he sighs again. "i just...god, it's- it's hard being in love with someone when you know you might not see them again for a long time." he confesses, one of his hands having slid to the back of his neck, rubbing it shyly as he explains. callie's eyes widen as she listens to him.

"it's just...well, okay you know how it is when the more you talk to someone, the more...the more your feelings towards that person grow? well i knew that if i let my feelings for you run any more wild than they already were when i got to la, i-i'd be completely screwed." he says quietly. "god, it was so hard. looking back now it was deinitely the worst decision i have ever made and i'm so, so sorry. i'm never gonna do anything like that ever again, you're the most important thing in my life and i swear i'm never gonna let you go again."

he finishes his answer with his hands in hers, looking into her eyes with complete desperation and remorse. she has no idea how to respond, she ends up just staring in shock for a few seconds. "tyler...if you would have just told me before you left..." "i know, i know." his eyes hold an enormous amount of regret and guilt. "i- i thought you'd forgotten about me." she states quietly, voice still unsteady as it was before.

tyler's heart sinks down to his feet, his mouth open in shock at himself, how could he have done what he did? his eyebrows knit together in the middle as all the tears he's had storing away flood over his vision.

"oh my god no- callie of course i never forgot about you. there was never once a day that went by where you didn't cross my mind. i'm so sorry, i know i'm literally the biggest douche to ever exist and i understand if you completely hate me now, i totally would, but..." he pauses, taking in a breath.

"okay you just- you've been by my side all my life..." he starts with a shrug, his eyebrows raised and his gaze transfixed on the ground below them. he takes her hands in his once again, thumbs brushing back and forth over her knuckles as he tries his hardest to keep his tears at bay.

"...and it- it would be pretty hard to forget someone like you." he finishes, eyes flickering up to hers at last.

a smile starts to show itself on her face, the glistening tears in her eyes spilling over all at once. she throws her arms around him once again. "i love you." she says into his hoodie. his breath gets caught in his throat; he was not expecting this reaction.

he hugs her tighter and presses a kiss to her forehead. they stay like that for several seconds before he pulls back, an uncontainable smile plastered on his face. she looks up at him with the same mirrored smile, tears all over her cheeks and around her eyes. he gently swipes them away, drying her face. "you're so pretty when you cry." he remarks. she laughs and covers her face, leaning her head forward against his chest again.

"where were you headed before i called you?" he asks. "maude's, actually." she replies happily. tyler's eyes light up. "oh my god, i haven't been there in so long." "well come on then." she says as she tugs on his hand and laces their fingers together, the two walking off together as snowflakes fall all around them.

~to be continued~

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 48: Stunt Double

Chapters: 48/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Still waiting) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel), Heimdall(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Sorry I Forgot This, They’re Gonna Be All Out Of Order Now, Dangit

You and Loki share your first kiss.

A woman. There was a woman wearing a blue cloak, very much like your own. She was straddling Loki's lap, wrapped in his arms, sharing a passionate kiss with the enthroned prince. You hadn't seen her face. You hadn't needed to.

You leaned against the wall, shock, and sorrow, and dismay clamoring in your brain. You had known you couldn't have him, of course you had known. But you had thought that his rejection would come gently, politely. He would tell you he was sorry, but he just couldn't return your feelings. That it would never work out. You were two different species, who lived on different time scales. No one's fault.

Not this...brutal confirmation that, not only was there never hope to begin with, but that you simply didn't even know the man. You had no idea there was someone in his life. He had never mentioned, never even hinted at the possibility.

Well, it was none of your business, was it?

You wandered the halls, aimless. Now that the shock was fading, the hurt was setting in. How could you have been that foolish? You hadn't even been worthy of a decent human man, how could you have, for even a minute, thought you could mean anything to a god-prince?

And what had he been playing at all this time? Being so caring, so earnest, calling you all those pet names. He did call servants 'dear' sometimes, but you had recently been upgraded to 'darling'. What was that about, if he'd already had someone to squeeze?

You found yourself in a secluded alcove, empty of the usual palace bustle, and broke down into tears. This was so stupid. You were an adult, you shouldn't be sobbing over a man like a child. You'd told yourself when you left Todd, that you would never cry over a man again.

But you'd known that was a lie even then.

You lost time there, just venting your pain. You still had his handkerchief, and you used it viciously, to remove the messy evidence of that pain, trying to restore a mask of composure.

Okay, okay. You were calm now. You were calm. Deep breaths.

Thor and Heimdall rushed past; huge thudding presences that startled you, destroying that fragile composure.

Heimdall skidded to a halt, his head snapping in your direction. He grabbed Thor and hauled him back, pointing you out.

“W-what's going on?” You asked quietly.

“Is she her?” Thor muttered.

“Yes.” Heimdall answered.

Thor strode up to you purposefully, and in your fragile state, you cowered back from him. He was so big, how had you not noticed? Taut with urgency, he placed one huge hand on either of your shoulders, and leaned down to look you in the eye.

“Are you all right? I see you have left your chair behind, but your eyes are very red.”

“I just got a shock, that's all.” You said in a hushed voice. “I'll be fine with a little bit of time.”

“Have you seen Loki?”

You hung your head. “Yeah. But we shouldn't interrupt him right now. He's...with someone. A lady.”

His fingers tightened around your shoulders. “You saw her, and you just left him there?”

“W-well I wasn't gonna join in!”

Heimdall tapped his bicep. “She does not know.”

Thor released you. “Loki has no lady. That creature has been spreading illness and mayhem throughout my kingdom. We think she's an angry huldra. A creature that can mesmerize and drain the life from people.”

“The construction workers!” You gasped.

“Yes. You saw him in the throne room?”

“Yeah. They were...pretty involved.”

“We are going.” He scooped you up. “You are going to stay where I can see you.”

The three of you raced back to the throne room, throwing the doors open for a violent interruption of the illicit liaison.

Loki slumped in his throne, still and pallid, his hands dangling at his sides. You threw yourself from Thors' grasp, as the assailant turned to face your trio.

It was you.

Your face, your hair, your clothes, your cloak. But her eyes were aglow with power, and a cow's tail swished back and forth under the blue cloak.

Your shock was broken at the sound of Thor's bellow, replaced by fury. How dare she? How dare this creature hurt all those people, and steal your face to hurt your prince?

You pointed to the opposite end of the throne room, the rage within you flinging power in a net to envelop her. The very next moment, she was across the room, swaying in dizziness from the sudden teleportation.

You staggered. You had never teleported anything that big, nor anything alive before. Heimdall drew his sword and charged the disoriented creature, while Thor rushed to his enthroned brother, with you in tow.

Loki didn't move, not when his brother shouted at him, not when he shook him. He was cold when you placed your hand to his cheek.

“He's not dead.” You said, as much to reassure yourself as Thor. “I'd feel it. I know I would. My hand. Our hands.”

The mark was still there.

You had an idea.

“If she could take it away, I can give it back.” You whispered, climbing into his lap. The creature went down with a wound to her stomach, Heimdall binding her hands as she laughed on the floor, shedding no blood.

You took Loki's cold hand, lacing your fingers with his, squeezing your palms together to activate the mark. As magic buzzed through you, you carefully pressed your lips to his, concentrating on pushing power into him. You felt it feed into him, a trickle at first, then he began drawing it into himself, a draining pull that you couldn't stop.

Just as darkness began to fuzz the edges of your vision, his eyes flew open and stared into your own. Weakly, you drew away, smiling, ready to greet him back to the world.

You had done it. You had saved him. You could hardly breathe.

He flung you violently off of him and, if Thor had not been there to catch you, you would have smashed into the floor again. Loki came down on top of you with impossible speed, holding a knife to your throat.

“Where is she?” He snarled into your face. “Bitch! Did you kill her?”

“Loki, wait-” Thor began.

“This isn't her, Thor!” Loki cut him off. “Do not let her fool you. This is some foul spirit who has stolen her face!”

“Loki.” The enraged prince followed his brother's gaze across the throne room, to where Heimdall stood guarding the bound creature. Her illusion was failing, mixing your features with those of others, and those of a cow. She let out a grating laugh.

“I knew I should have killed her first. I had the chance. But she committed no crime against me. A shame you did not murder her then and there. I would find much satisfaction, were she to be dead by your hands, and only then you behold me and realize. The pain it would cause you. The anguish would nearly match my own.”

“You...you're Huldrafolk, aren't you?” Loki breathed in disbelief.

“And you destroyed my home.” She spat. “I curse you, and everyone who did your bidding!”

“The stone in the road. It all makes sense now.”

“What are you talking about?” Thor wondered.

“Road crew quarter 73. There was a boulder in the way of their construction, so I bid them move it out of the way, but they broke it in the moving.”

“The humans have greater sense!” The huldra exclaimed. “They leave us be. But I remember Asgardian arrogance. I thought you all left long ago. Curse your return, for the lives of your men remain in me. Your life remains in me, and when you burn through the meager power she has granted you, you will waste away alongside her. Though I may die from lack of home, I take all your lives with me! I have my revenge.”

Loki stood, stalking toward the prone huldra, menace in his steps. Her laugh choked off as he grabbed her by the throat and hauled her roughly upright.

“You have something of mine.” He hissed. Then he forced his mouth over hers, and began to draw from her what she had taken from him.

The huldra struggled, eyes wide, feet kicking, but could not break away. The sight turned your stomach, the violence against this bound enemy, who still wore parts of your face.

Thor cursed quietly; even Heimdall seemed effected. Loki dropped the gasping huldra to the floor, like a discarded water bottle. He turned back to you, glowing with vitality, and you tried to squirm away as he approached, trembling with terror and disgust, arousal and shame.

“And I,” He knelt beside you and took you from Thor's arms, into his own. “I have something of yours.”

You were too weak to protest his capture of your mouth, too weak to kick your feet in mirror of the huldra's struggle. He breathed your life back into you, flooding you with power, as gentle with you as he had been cruel to her.

The second you had the strength to do so, you shoved him away from you, breaking the perverse kiss, and rushing to the prone huldra's side.

“____, what-” He spluttered.

“You live in a rock, right? And we broke it, and you'll die without it?” You asked her. She nodded weakly. “And you only did all this because we've effectively murdered you?” Another nod. “What if we could fix your rock?”

She cracked a broken smile. “You cannot. That's impossible.”

“You're like, thousands of years old, right? Have you ever heard of concrete?”

She shook her head. Behind you, Loki and Thor broke into a heated, whispered discussion in Asgardian.

“We can fix your rock. We can get all the pieces, and cement them back together. Then you won't have to do all this.”

“You are a strange human. Do you really think you can do this?” She whispered.

“It seems to me like we're the ones who owe you.” You said.

“I remind you that she killed a man.” Loki snapped. “She tried to kill more. She tried to kill me.”

“And look at her now.” You shot back. “Yeah, maybe she should have come and told us we'd done something wrong, but she probably thought she couldn't. She didn't know we could fix it. Sounds like you guys have a bad reputation from the last time you were here, and from what you just did, I think I can see why!”

“What I did-” Thor lay his hand on his brother's arm to cut him off. “Very well. We shall repair her stone. You have saved my life, and I owe you a boon for it. If you wish to use it to save hers, so be it.”

“Thank you, your Highness.” You said, and Loki's brows knitted in confusion at your tone. “Huldra, is it possible to give the workers their lives back, so they can fix your home? I'm sure if they had known you were in there, they wouldn't have messed with it.”

“Yes, I've kept them.” The Huldra agreed.

“Even the dead man? You can give him back his life?”

“I kept it.” She confirmed.

“Then let's do this!”

*****

The next few hours were a march of small miracles. The Huldra returned every bit of life she had taken, reuniting families. The situation was explained, and in gratitude, and no small bit of consternation, they went straight to work, gathering up all the chunks of broken stone, discarded at the side of the road, and dipping into the concrete supply.

At your suggestion, they began reassembling them in the area that would become the front courtyard of the courthouse they planned on building at Buridag.

“It's about justice, right?” You'd asked. “Instead of only punishment? Justice as a benefit, instead of just a reaction?”

Loki seemed incredibly proud, and extremely keyed up, and just a touched miffed at your cold shoulder towards him. You really hadn't liked what you'd seen today, and when you got back to the palace complex, you'd gone straight to your room. You declined dinner, declined company, and went right to bed, cuddling your stuffed Bulbasaur for comfort.

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singingunderthecurtain · 5 years

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Empacho | Kai

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Author: julietsoddeye Genre: Fluff | Slight Comedy Pairing: Jongin x Reader Word Count: 715 Plot: This is not how you planned to be introduced to your boyfriend’s band members!

A/N: Hello friends! This is my entry for #exosecretvalentine19 Valentine’s event! And this is for you @technicallymilkshakes! Hope you like it!!! 😅😩😭

Also I said I won’t follow you until I posted this, but I guess I accidentally followed you when I was stalking your blog one day. FAIL!!! Hopefully you didn’t suspect anything. 😂😭😂😭😂

Jongin never asks you to come over.

He almost always comes to you when he’s done promoting or whenever he has free time to do whatever he wanted.

So getting a call from an unknown number not only surprised you, but the fact that it was Park Chanyeol that called shook your insides.

“He–Hello…”

Chanyeol’s voice quivers in uncertainty.

“Who is this?”

You asked, slightly pissed that someone’s calling you at this hour. It’s almost two in the morning gosh dangit!

“I’m Chanyeol. Jongin-ah asked me to call this number.”

The way he lowers his volume when he mentions their names indicates that he’s really doubtful about calling your number.

“May I know your relationship with him?”

He added, just to clarify. Probably the only people who know about your relationship are his family and your best friend.

You don't even dare tell your family you have a boyfriend because they will make a big deal about it. Doesn't help that your sister is the biggest EXO-L out there and you don't want her to freak out on you or Jongin, or the fact that you're dating her bias wrecker! (Her bias is Sehun btw.)

“Why, what happened to him?”

You drop your book on your lap and sat up straight from your bed, ready to go.

Was there an accident? Is Nini alright?

All the negative scenarios of what might have happened to your boyfriend are triggering your anxiety already.

“Well he won’t tell me who you—”

“Where are you? Is he alright? Are you guys hurt?”

You cut Chanyeol’s sentence off as you hurriedly shuffle to your feet. Grabbing your wallet, car keys and a jacket.

“We’re at the dorms and—”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes!”

You ended the call abruptly, slipping your phone inside your jacket pocket and slam your apartment door shut on your way out.

The drive to the dorms was tensed and nerve-racking. You were grateful the traffic lights were in your favor as you’ve only hit one stop and made it to Jongin in less than it normally takes you.

After about three knocks per second (you were so nervous, you forgot that doorbells are a thing), Baekhyun opened the door but you pushed him out of the way when he was about to ask who you were.

You see the boys surrounding Jongin on the couch, he looks unconscious and lips were greasy as hell.

“Baby!”

You dramatically scream as you make your way to Jongin, your hands extended desperately and the boys parted in the middle like how Moses parted the red sea in half for them to cross.

“Jongin, baby… Baby, are you okay?!”

You slightly slap his face when you cradle him in your arms.

You look behind you and everyone was just staring at you slapping Jongin awake.

“What happened?”

You asked no one in particular.

“Uhh…”

Junmyeon trails off, twiddling his fingers.

Jongin suddenly jolts up, scaring you half to death.

“Guys, meet the love of my life!”

Jongin exclaims and some of the boys sigh out as if they were holding their breaths all this time.

“W–What?”

You mumble in confusion.

The boys' chorus in greetings, reaching their hands for you to take one by one. Your mouth ajar in amazement.

Jongin tries standing up from the sofa, but he fell right back clutching his stomach. Your eyes caught the many boxes of fried chicken and multiple empty cans of beer on the coffee table and put two and two together.

“How many fried chicken have you eaten?”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting for him to answer.

“Twenty...”

Jongin coyly answers as he scratches the back of his head.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

He pouts at you, lower lip juts out like a little baby boy. What a cutie!

“Did you at least enjoy eating?”

Both of your eyebrows lift expecting a positive answer despite the situation of his stomach.

“Hell yeah!”

“He wanted more, but we ran out of chicken.”

Sehun recounted as he opens a new can of beer.

“Of course you did.”

You coo, opening your arms wide for Jongin and he instantly planted his face on your neck. You pat his tummy as if it’s gonna make his indigestion any better.

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karij · 5 years

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OCtober Writing Prompts Day 6 - Dreams and Aspirations

A memory from 21 years ago, when Karri was 12 years old.

Griff came home! He’s been gone for ages on his trip. He was in Waterdeep for a few years after he turned 20. He was working for papa and Mr. Braun, helping them make trade deals with merchants in the city. I didn’t see him much but he came home sometime and he always had stories to tell, and presents too. One time he brought me a belt knife with a handle made of pretty green stone, but mama took it away. She said I could cut myself so I could have it when I was older. It’s been 3 years and she still hasn’t given it back. She treats me like I’m a baby, but I’m 12 years old. It’s not fair. Griff brought me a ring next time. It’s pretty but I know he bought something mama would let me keep. I keep it in my box with the other things he’s brought me.

I like the presents, but I like the stories better. Griff saved all the money he made working for papa and Mr. Braun and went on a trip all the way across the ocean. He went to Shavay! He says that it’s really different there. It’s hot and bright and filled up with sand. It’s like being at a beach he says, but instead of ocean waves there’s just rolling sand (he calls them dunes) as far as you can see. Farther, even. He told me he met a man who had a cat with stripes on his back like the Fletchers’ tomcat (his name is Chops, ‘cause he has super fluffy fur on the sides of his face) but this cat was the size of a lion! Bigger even! He said he saw a big blue dragon fly over him so he had to hide in the sand. He also said he saw a animal that was the size of a house and it had big floppy ears (bigger than me!) and it had two white horns on its face and a long nose that it could fill up and then drink out of like a cup. I think he made that one up though.

There’s a story I don’t get to hear. Mama and papa made me leave before he told it, but Harri and Elli had to leave to. I think was a grownup story. I want to listen at the door but Elli told me was gonna tell on me if I didn’t stop. Traitor. I would have told her and Harri too but she says Mama said no. She never lets me get away with stuff. Probably why mama puts her in charge when I’m feeling sick and she has to go out. Cadi lets me play in my room when I’m not feeling good but Elli makes me stay in bed and go to sleep. One time she held my nose and made me swallow a bunch of valerian root since I wouldn’t take a nap. It was super gross and I didn’t wake up for like 3 days. Mama freaked out and wouldn’t let me out of her sight for ages after that. Elli got in big trouble for getting into mamas medicines though, serves her right.

They’re opening up the door now, I guess the story is over. I missed the whole thing, ugh. Rollo and Griff and the others are coming out. Are we done with stories for now? I run up to Griff and grab his hand, bouncing on my toes.

“Griff! Are you going somewhere? Can I come with? Please?”

Griff grins and reaches down to ruffle my hair, I grin back and blow my hair out of my eyes.

“I’m heading to the Stag-Horned Flagon with Rollo and Martyn. I don’t mind you coming along kiddo, what about you Rollo?”

“Fine by me. Martyn?”

“I don’t mind… What do you think Ma? Pa?”

Dangit Martyn, why did you have to ask mama? Maybe I can still make this work. I turn to mama and put on the most desperate, excited face that I can. Puppy eyes don’t work for me. If mama thinks I’m tired or upset she’ll make me stay home and sleep. I hop from foot to foot, hands clasped in front of me pleadingly, my eyes wide and pleading.

“Mama, can I go? Pleeeease? I don’t feel sick or tired, and I promise I’ll be good. Honest!”

Mama frowns and my heart sinks, she’s about to say no. I just know it. Then she sighs and turns to Papa, “What do you think El? Should I let her go?”

Papa rubs his chin, “I dunno, do you think she’ll behave herself?”

I hop over to papa so fast I almost trip, nodding my head vigorously, “I’ll be good papa, I promise! I want to hear the rest of Griff’s stories. I’ll listen to Rollo n’ Griff n’ Martyn, I will! Please just let me go papa!” I want it so bad I’m shaking. I hear a tiny giggle and see that Cadi is covering her mouth with her hand. I squint suspiciously, are they making fun of me?

But there’s more important things. I swivel back to papa, trying my best to contain my anxiety. What if he says no? But… hey! He’s biting his lip, he’s trying not to laugh! I take a step back and look around, glaring at everybody. They’re all trying not to laugh! I cross my arms, put on my cross face, and stomp my foot on the floor.

“Hey, you’re all making fun of me!” I huff in annoyance, “That’s not nice. Big jerks.”

They all give up. They’re all giggling, then they’re all laughing at me! No fair, they all teamed up to trick me! Even Elli and Harri are laughing! They all knew! That’s cheating! I stand there fuming while they laugh, then as they calm down mama comes over to me, still giggling softly.

“Allright Karri, you can go with your brothers. Just be good for them, okay?”

“Really?” My eyes get wide as saucers, I smile and hug her around her waist as tight as I can, “Thank you mama! I’ll be good! Thank you, thank you!” I get to go! I never get to go! This is the best night ever. Wait, what am I gonna wear? I gotta get dressed! I pull away from mama, still bouncing in excitement, and dash up the stairs two at a time. Mama calls up after me.

“Slow down Karri! You’re gonna trip and hit your head!”

“Yes mama!” I yell back, slowing down and taking the stairs one by one. She’s right, I get to go out! Can’t risk messing that up by bonking my noggin. Gotta be careful.

I hurl myself out of my clothes and yank on my best blue dress. I get to go out! I gotta look good. I tug a brush through my bright-red hair so I don’t look like a big tangle of yarn. Am I forgetting anything? I look around. I go to the window and struggle to open it. It’s heavy for me. I manage to crack it open and a stiff wind breathes through. I shiver, it’s chilly out. I shut the window. Mostly. It gets stuck, okay?

I look around for my coat but I don’t see it. It’s not in my chest either. When I look up, I see mama’s shawl on the bed. Well, my shawl. The one that was mamas. Its mine now. But I don’t want to wear that out. It’s warm and stuff but it’s… wearing your mamas shawl is for little kids. Not for grown ups. I get to go out with the boys I should look like a grown up. I look away from it. But then I look back. It is cold outside… and mamas shawl is really warm. And soft. And pretty.

I pull it around my shoulders. The pale blue looks nice with my dress. I should pin it with something though. Ooh! I got it! I run over to my bed-table and pull open the drawer to get my little box. Griffs ring is way too big for my finger, it doesn’t even fit mama and my fingers are way littler than hers are. But maybe… yeah! I pull the ends of my shawl through the ring and stick a little silver pin through them. Silver ring, silver pin, yeh. I look good! And I gotta look good, because I get to go out. Now I’m ready.

“Karri, you ready? We gotta get going!”

That’s Rollo. Everyone’s waiting on me, oops! I scuttle my way out of my room and down the stairs as fast as I can. Rollo, Griff, and Martyn all have their coats and are ready to go. Mama comes over to me, she has my coat. She holds it out towards me with one hand.

“Looking for this?” She looks down at me and smiles, “I think you look very nice, but would you prefer your coat dear?”

I look down at mamas shawl, draped around my shoulders. It’s too big for me, it makes me look even smaller than I already am. But it’s warm and… it’s mine. I shake my head and look down, blushing slightly.

“No. I’m okay mama. Thank you.”

“Alright then.” Her smile widens just slightly. She reaches down and adjusts my shawl, repinning it so it fits more snugly around my shoulders, like a hug. She cups my cheeks in her hands and kisses my forehead. Blegh, I blush and pull away and scrub at my forehead. She laughs. “Have fun baby girl, be safe.” I’m not a baby, but I nod anyways and scamper over to Griff and the others so we can head out to the Flagon. I get to go out!

The night goes fast. We have a really tasty stew for dinner at the Flagon, and I get to have a big cup of cider! It’s almost as big as my head! My brothers all have ales, but I’m not old enough to get one. Not that I want to, cider is yummy and ale tastes like butts. Or at least that’s what Harri said after he got in trouble for sneaking one of papa’s ales. Griff gets out his manto… his… mandi… his instrument and played songs he learned on his trip! I sat on Rollo’s lap and clapped and sang along, then Rollo laughed and set me up on top of the table! He said I had to dance for my supper, so I did. It was embarrassing but it was really fun too. I was so tired by the end of it. I plopped back onto Rollo’s lap and sat there while he and Martyn clapped along.

I guess I fell asleep at some point because when I woke up I was in my room. Rollo was carrying me to my bed. I was in my nightgown, I guess he changed me into it but I wasn’t embarrassed, he’d taken me swimming in Horse Pond too many times for me to be shy about that. My eyes were bleary as he set me down on my bed and pulled my covers up to my chin. I smiled up at him and he smiled back down at me.

“Hey kiddo. Did you have fun?”

“Uh huh.”

“Guess we really tired you out, huh?”

I nodded, yawning hugely.

“Allright kiddo. Do you want a light?”

The light from the doorway was coming through but once he shut it… the shadows were already getting bigger. I look over at the darkness, then turn back to him and nod, not meeting his eyes.

“...Yeah.”

“Still don’t like the dark, huh?”

“...No.”

“Allright kiddo. Well, you know what might help? I almost forgot your present.”

My eyes shot wide open, I wanted to push myself up but I was so tired. I forgot about presents! He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little ceramic pot. It was black and shiny and covered in little gold leafs. Then he pulled out a little glass bottle. He pulled the top off of the bottle and a pretty smell filled the air. Lavender? He took my lamp oil from the bed-table and filled up the little pot, then put in a tiny droplet from the bottle, and lit a wick. The pretty lit lamp lit up on my bed-table and the smell of flowers filled the room. I smiled tiredly. It was nice.

Griff smiled again, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Do you like your present?”

“Uh-huh. Thanks Griff.”

“You’re welcome kiddo.”

“Griff?”

“Yeah sis?”

“Will you take me on an adventure someday? When I’m old enough?”

Griff hesitated, then he smiled softly, I think a little bit sadly. “Sure I will Karri. You can come with me someday, but first you have to be big and strong.”

“Then I’m gonna get as big and strong as I can. Bigger and stronger than you even.”

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “I bet you will kiddo. Then we’ll go on that trip, together.”

I nod, smiling sleepily. “Promise?”

“I promise. Now get some rest, okay?”

“Okay. I love you Griff.”

“I love you too Karri.”

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sargentsnowy-blog · 6 years

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Max paced the waiting tent on the beach same, sweatting nervously. "What if she says no..." He mumbled, Neil and Preston watching him in concern. "Oh my god what if she just...leaves?!"

"Max she's Nikki. She'd never run from her own wedding. Plus your best man is her sister so she'd be hearing a mouthful if she did," Neil says in a gentle tone, trying to calm down the groom before he sweated out his suit. "Chill."

"DUDE I CAN'T." He turned to him in panic, his eyes wide. "Seriously Neil, what if she just...puts it off..? I've been planning this shit for months."

"Don't think too low of her, Maxwell," Preston says with a snicker and straightening his bowtie.

Funny thing is, Max was looking great even tho he was panicked. He had on a dark midnight blue suit with a white shirt underneath. His bangs were pinned out his face so his forehead was showing and two stray curls were free. Great.

He growled and kept pacing.At the same time, Nikki was literally walking in circles while ranting. She wore the same color of Max's suit except her dress was specked with white glitter so it looked like stars.

Her three brides maids, Nerris, Ered, and since she asked Max to find one, his ex Sasha, just watched her. They glanced at each other as they watched.

"Max is a good guy but how would he react to what I have to tell him....?" She looked to the three girls for support.

None of them said anything.

"Uh...you're right! Max is a good guy I'm sure he'd be fine," Sasha cut in awkwardly, looking at Ered and Nerris who kinda just winced at her. "...."

"Haha yeah you're right," Nikki says, a little more confident. "I'll give it to him."

Nerris smirked at her and looked to Sasha who sighed in relief.

Then the music started. Neil and Preston had to practically push Max to his place by the beach water, taking their own places after calming him down a little.

Luckily since it was night, no one could see him sweating. Even with the lights on. So he was fine. This is fine.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw Astria, Nerris and Harrison's tiny child, skipping down the isle with a basket of blue rose petals in her hand and spilling over the white carpet.

Then the brides maids walked out, bright smiles on their faces as they got to the end and stood on Nikki's side. 'oh god oh god...' Max gulped as Nikki walked out her tent, a sparkly dark blue veil covering her face. 'Dammit Nikki walk slower-' But she was walking quickly, stepping onto the platform and across from him.

'Okay Max, calm your ass down.' He slowly lifted her veil and saw her bright pretty face, a wide smile on her red lips. Her makeup was clearly done by Sasha cause it was perfect. Also Nikki didnt really know how to do it.

"...damn..." Max muttered softly, his eyes wide in awe. "You're fine-"

Nikki snorted and laughed, shaking her head. "Thanks Maxie."

"AHEM stop flirting," Gwen says from beside them, her face in a smirk. "Haha sorry," Max apologized sheepishly, looking to Nikki with a more confident smile. He grabs her hands and waited for Gwen to start.

All was going well until they got to the vows.

And when Max opened his mouth, his mind drew a goddamn blank. "Uh..." His eyes widened. "Uhm....I..."

Nikki tilts her head in confusion, raising her eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot my vows—"

She winced. "Oof-"

"I'll just wing it." He clears his throat. "So Nikki as you see I forgot my vows and I'm just gonna say it right here right now that I fucking love you and always will. Why? You're perfect to be honest. Everything you do is just...great. You're pretty, funny, amazing, stupidly smart, I don't even know if I'm in your league. Still don't. And this got very cheesy let me just." He coughs. "Anyways I'm pretty sure I'd be a fucking dumbass alone and not talking to anyone if you'd just not gotten off that bus. Can I stop...?" Nikki laughs and nods “yeah you can”

“Anyways!" Nikki smirked. "Its my turn." "Ahem! Max you're really nice when you want to be and a soft cunt to me and me only and I love it. Especially how you're just yelling at someone then turn to me in the sweetest tone cause you know I hate people yelling at me! Hence why my mom wasn't invited!" Her grip tightened on his hands. "You're a smart idiot, pretty cute...wait thats an understatement. You're pretty damn hot ahem. And I'll never freaking forget..." She smiled softly, looking up to him with soft and watery eyes. "...how you let me move into your apartment when you found out what my mom was doing to me. That was honestly the best day of my life besides you proposing to me." Max's eyes widened and he tilted his head with a grin. "It was nothing..."

"We weren't even dating!" She laughs. "And you know exactly how to cheer me up! And..." She sniffed slightly. "F r i c k. Gwen stop crying your emotions are spreading."

She looks to Gwen who was actually sobbing. "S-sorry--" Nikki sighs and sniffs. Then she started crying. "DANGIT." Max snickered and wiped her tears. "Pfft keep it together Nik."

Nikki nods and sniffles again. "Max I really...really love you you don't even know how much...to be honest I started liking you when we cracked that egg...haha and then...you big wimp you asked me out in freshman year of college!"

Max gasped playfully. "Not the point."

"You never break a promise...right?"

"Nope."Nikki looks to Gwen with a small smile, nodding.

"Ahem...Maxwell Greenwood...do you take Nikki Skyler as your wedded wife, to spend your life with her until your dying ages?"

“I do," Max responds confidently, his anxiety fading.

"And do you, Nik-"

"I do I do I DO."

Gwen laughed and looked to Preston who walked up, holding two golden rings on a velvet pillow.

Max and Nikki took one and pushed it up each others right middle fingers before looking up at each other excitedly.

"You may now, k-"

Before Gwen could even finish, Nikki was in Max's grip and he was kissing her happily. Nikki snickered and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back just as happy and excited.

They break away with bright eyes and smiles before running down the isle. Nikki tossed her bouquet into the hair with a laugh and Preston shoved the girls out the way, catching it and shouting, "NEIL GAY MARRIAGE IS LEGAL AND I CAUGHT IT!" Neil gulped and sighed softly.

-AT THE AFTER PARTY-

The clinking of wine glasses echoed around the party as everyone celebrated the marriage.

Max and Nikki were sitting beside each other and chatting with everyone about how Max was taking her on a cruise for their honeymoon.

A very expensive one that David totally helped him book.Speaking of David, he was sobbing into Gwen's shirt, just so happy that his SON finally got married to her and kept that promise he made years ago."Pfft David...calm down..." Gwen patted her HUSBAND'S head and stood up, clinking her glass with a smirk. "Everyone! Hey listen up!"

The crowd goes silent and everyone looks over to her, curious and surprised.

"Toasts you assholes to the newly weds!""Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sasha jumps up. "I have one!"

Max and Nikki look to each other in surprise before looking back at his ex.

-SKIP AFTER THE TOASTS TO THE WEDDING PRESENTS WHERE I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU SOB-

"A new TV for the apartment!" Nikki says excitedly, opening Nerris' and Harrison's present. "It has a sound bar!"

"Neil gave us a new PlayStation. Playstation 7." Max looked to Neil and smirked, Neil grinning and shrugging."Open ours," Gwen says excitedly, grinning.

Max took their present and opened it, finding a vacation pass to france. "Why don't you guys take this?"

"Well we think you guys might need it later." Gwen looks to Nikki with a small smile.Nikki gulped nervously and started to fidget in her seat. 'Crap.' "Uhhhh Max?"

Max turns to her. "Yeah Nik?"

She smiles anxiously. "I have a present for you." She picks up a small box. It was wrapped with a red bow on top.

Max shrugs and takes it, tearing the paper open while humming.

She looked over at him, sweating.

David hurried and grabbed his camera, turning it on.

Max opens the box and his breath caught as he pulled out two pacifiers. One was blue. One was pink. He lifted his head slowly and looked to Nikki with wide eyes.

Nikki looked over at him with an anxious smile, saying, "Maxie...we're having twins.." Max stayed silent for a while, just staring at her. Then tears streaked down his face. "..."

"Ah- Max!" Nikki tried to wipe his tears but he just hugged her tightly, sobbing into her shoulder.

"...haha h-how long..h-have yo-you known..?"

She hugs him back. "2 months.." He sits up, wiping eyes only for more tears tears to fall down. "Fuck fuck fUCK...Nikki ima be a dad. A fucking...dad."

She laughs and nods. "A great one too. You're probably gonna be crying when they go off to preschool."

Max blinked and nodded. "Yeahhhhh you're probably right." He then stood up and stood Nikki up too.

"Max what're y-"

Max pecks her lips and said, "you have to dance with my dad, idiot."

...

@jennythemagicbear requested this sorry its in this format I wrote it on discord.

#cc makki #BBIES #fanfic #ree

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drawn-to-space · 7 years

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Mildly edited RP (because some dialogue are with other people and context would be needed) at the fall ball with Quill on disc.cord. Basically, Swap and the other hosts fake their deaths at the party and Yumi didn’t take it very well… among other things that happened. ((This is only part 1 because Tumblr has a 100 paragraphs limit, apparently.))

Yumi glared at Swap, even though she was very clearly angry, tears almost instantly started flowing out of eyes. She started walking towards him, quickly, running. I’m her head, she was going for a slap, but she was so angry that she made a fist-

Wait- YuMI NO YOUKNOWKARATE! YOU'REGOINGTO-

JBAF!

A second before the plushies hit him, Yumi did. Directly in the face. There might have been a very slight crack sound. It’s a wonder he didn’t get knocked out. He had no idea she could pack such a punch. A literal punch. He didn’t have time to think on it as a second later he was pelted by plushies and pillows, being buried alive. A soft demise.

Yumi almost regretted what she did, but anger was still present. But she didn’t actually want him to die for real this time. She grabbed whatever she could under the pillows who were suffocating him and lift him back up. She was still mad and crying, get ready for a scolding.

“S-Swap, what the fuck!? WHY would you do something like that!? Do you know… hic… how much I WAS FUCKING UPSET!?”

Luckily he couldn’t actually suffocate but it was pretty claustrophobic. He was kinda dizzy from that punch and clung to Yumi when she grabbed him. He managed to focus on her and felt so much guilt. “i-i meant to t-tell you!” He clung tighter. “i-i’m s-so sorry! i-i couldn’t f-find the time a-and i had a plan b-but it might spoil things a-and we worked so hard a-and- h-holy SHIT you punch hard.” His eyelights were shifting a bit in size and slipping out of focus from how dazed he was. He shook his head hoping to make the ringing sound stop.

She could not see him, too many tears, if she did she would be waited for later to scold him.

“That doesn’t matter! And you could’ve told me BEFORE! YOU KNEW I was coming! But that doesn’t mean you can still make believe people ACTUALLY FUCKING DIED!!”

“And I’m not just upset at you I’m upset at ALL the hosts! Doing something like that is- IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”

She was done now, clinging at Swap. Wait, nevermind she had one more thing to say. But, she kissed him where his lips would be, first.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again… okay?”

He sunk into himself more and more at her words. He was about to speak when he was surprised by a kiss. His whole face turning blue. He blinked in surprise, his eyelights were focused now and heart shaped. He nodded. Shouldn’t he worry about the room filling with plushies and pillows? He was too focused on Yumi to care.

Yumi had calmed down, all that yelling and crying had made her exhausted, not to mention she felt a little hot on her face, for blushing.

“I-I’m sorry for yelling so much… I just… just don’t do that again.”

“A-Are you okay, though? I punched you way harder than I wanted to… s-sorry.”

He had a very small crack on the side of his face. Nothing too bad though. “i-i’m fine. y-you’re really r-really strong!” He sighed in a lovestuck way. Seemed he was still a bit out of it.

It may not have been a bad wound but she knows how hard she punched and he doesn’t seem too much in reality right now. The crack and that worried her.

“Don’t be stubborn Swap. I’m not amazing at healing but you should get patched up and check if you don’t have a concussion.”

Although, she questioned if that was even possible, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room a little.

“Can you walk?”

He stumbled a bit but could stand fine. Probably walk. He just kept staring at her with shifting heart eyelights. Even he didn’t know if he could get a concussion. But he sure was dazed. “i-i’m fine. l-little dizzy”

“O-okay.”

She finally arrived at the office. She was worried Swap might’ve fallen while they were walking there.

“Sit down while I get some stuff. Do you know where bandages are?”

Swap stumbled in holding his head. Great. Headache. He managed to flop into a seat. “n-no? i…don’t remember. top drawer?” Yeah he was very dizzy. He pressed his hand to the spot that stung the most and tried to focus enough to use healing magic. It only sparked a bit, slightly lessening it for a split second. He groaned in annoyance. A small illusion on his right hand vanished when he tried to heal his face. It was just a small one making his hand look whole. Without it a hole in his palm was visible. Looked like an old wound though. And strangely clean cut. It would be easily hidden below the gloves he normally wore.

She did see it, his hand. It was similar, no… exactly the same as G’s. She wondered how it happened, to him. However she wasn’t too worried about it. Maybe she’ll ask later, for now there are more pressing issues.

“Hey, don’t! I can do it myself. You already look like you’re in pain. I’ll get the bandages, please be patient.”

She sounded more like a mother than his girlfriend right now. But she did found the health kit and took small-ish bandages to cover his wound and heal him as best she could.

“H-hey, I’m gonna try something, o-okay?”

She knew that her magic was a atunned to her emotions, so why not test it out. She kissed him without warning and hovered her hand over his wound.

Huh, her healing was a little faster but, God, why was it still so slow!? It’s just a small crack dammit. She is also unsure and too embarrassed to kiss him again.

He pouted a bit at having to wait. He hated waiting. At least it was sweet she was fussing so much. He loved seeing her care. It made the small voice that told him otherwise shut up for a while. Gosh he loved her. He again was surprised by a kiss. Dangit! Totally flustered again. She always got him while his guard was down. He decided to get a little revenge. He cupped her face and pulled her into another kiss, backing up after a second and smirking in a dazed fashion. He felt so proud of himself.

She basically fell because of how sudden and really an off position to be in to be suddenly kissed by your s/o. However, she didn’t stumble too much, grabbing the back of the chair for stability.

She was even more flustered, yes, but she wanted to kiss him again. She did, a longer one, this time, clumsily keeping herself from falling.

Her heart was beating a lot, she felt like their magic was giving small harmless electric surges to each other. She was blushing a little purple, like the first time they kissed. They should probably stop before some embarrassing stuff happens. She pulled away, clearing her throat.

“U-Um… I should probably continue healing you.”

And flustered again. He leaned into the kiss a bit. A few sparks popping. It ended so soon. He felt so light that he almost didn’t even feel the crack. He wanted to hug her and never let go. Be close and listen to her heartbeat. Hold her hand. He was soooooo smitten. He nodded a bit and giggled like a child who just got a treat. Heart eyelights sparkling. He was still dizzy but that didn’t bother him at the moment. He could only think about how pretty she was.

She placed her hand over his wound again and quickly finished healing him. It left a small scar but it was way quicker to heal him than before, probably because of the kiss she gave him. It did make her feel like her magic was sparking a lot more.

After putting a small bandage on his mostly healed crack she backed away a little and yawned.

“W-Well I’m all done. Do you feel better?”

His head cleared more when it was patched up. He pain had gone away but a headache remained. Which was annoying him. “y-yeah.” He was a little worried about the world spinning. Normally it calmed down by now. Oh wait- He pressed his hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath before a big spark of magic popped which made his eyelights vanish. It took a good thirty seconds for them to show up again but it evened out the dizziness. Something must have gotten set off with his magic levels. It was surprisingly easy to do. He squinted. Oh great. He forgot it made things more blurry for a time. He could hardly see like this. “m-much better! fixed the dizziness too. just…uh….” He looked embarrassed. “d-don’t laugh okay?” And with that he got a pair of glasses out of his inventory. They were large and round and when put on with tape they took up quite a bit of his face. At least he could see with them. Worth it to be able to see her. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever worn them around her before or just told her about them. But he still felt embarrassed for how nerdy they made him look.

“Why would I-?”

Oh my god, those glasses looked so big on him. He looked like a huge nerd, a cute nerd. Holy shit, she couldn’t help but shyly smile. She couldn’t help but say it ou y loud either.

“You look so cute. Why would I laugh?”

He wrung his hands sheepishly. “b-because i look l-like a dork…a-and not as cool as i normally do…?” Girls liked cool guys right?…She seemed to like this too though. Maybe she just liked him. Aaaaand there was that light happy feeling again.

She giggled.

“You are a dork, Swap.”

“You dont need to look cool for me. I like you because you’re you, a huge dork.”

She chuckled shyly. What is she even saying? Stop talking, Yumi, you’re embarrassing yourself.

He beamed brightly. She liked him for him? Well of course she did! Duh what was he even thinking? Worrying about that stuff. He was still a little embarrassed but it was okay. He hopped up and hugged her tightly. “you’re the best!” He paused and put a hand over where the crack had been. “a-and you can really pack a punch.” His eyelights turned into little stars and he looked up at her. “you’re cute and badass!” The best combination. He’d be sure not to get on her bad side.

She jolted a little by the sudden hug, but she did hug him back, giving him a warm smile. However, it turned into a much more embarrassed expression, as he continued complimenting her.

“U-Um… t-thanks.”

“B-But, sorry about that… a-again… I should’ve hold off, since I know karate and all…”

He seemed far too excited about getting punched. “it was super cool! i didn’t see it coming! probably deserved it honestly.” He just seemed to get more excited. “you know karate?! oh my gosh! that’s amazing!” He stood up straighter. “i’m actually pretty tough myself! training for the royal guard and all. so you don’t have to worry!”

Despite still feeling bad for punching him so hard, she couldn’t help but blush even more. He was complimenting her way more than she thought she deserved.

“T-Thanks… and I’ve heard of them, in my world but… I think they disbanded. Or… maybe they serve for something else?”

“But, it’s pretty cool that you’re training in it. S-Still… I shouldn’t have punched you so hard.”

Disbanded? Odd. “it’s fine! i’m use to taking hits.” He sunk a bit into himself. “i made you cry. probably would have punched myself for that.” He bounced back. “really it’s no problem! i get cracks all the time! don’t guilt yourself about it!”

“O-Okay…”

She lowered herself a little, hugging him tightly.

“I-I’m just… I’m glad you’re okay.”

“i’m glad you’re okay too!” He clung tightly for a moment before remembering something. “oh! do you need anything? been eating well? it’s been a little hectic.”

She paused. She hasn’t slept or eaten much, him reminding her of this made her suddenly feel exhausted, but also hungry. She yawned, as her stomach loudly growled.

“W-Well… not really…”

“But, I don’t want to sleep yet! We haven’t spent much time together… but… I should eat something.”

He nodded worriedly. “wanna go to the kitchen? elly made sure we’d have a wide selection of things. what you in the mood for?”

Her stomach growled again as she thought of what to eat.

“Maybe it’s not a good idea because it’s so late but… I could really go for anything that’s meaty.”

“we have lots of things like that! one of my favorites of course would be tacos. but we have other things too if you want! it’s pretty easy to gather things when you have portals. you can get anything from around the world! and everything that is made here by elly’s weird shadow chefs.”

“Nice.” she chuckles.

“But… yeah, tacos sounds nice. Why not?”

He grinned and took her hand. “tacos it is then! this way!” He led her off to the kitchen seeming to have fully recovered.

“U-Um, by the way, are you gonna eat too? You’ve eaten while you were ‘gone’ right?”

“i’m fine! got a stash of stuff in the secret passages. i’ve been taking care of myself.” He totally ignored the other two in the room and skipped over to find where the tacos were. There seemed to be a lot of stuff to pick from. Even more in the fridges.

It took a moment but he found what he was looking for. A plate with freshly made tacos. He picked it up and spun around to face Yumi. “here we are! take what you like!”

She hesitated a little, but decided to take two at random and leave it at that. She was hungry after all, why would she even hesitate? Well, there also was a lot of choices. She takes a bite.

“Mh! This is really good!”

She starts eating almost like a beast, making herself get a cramp for eating too fast. She pats her chest a lot.

He was glad she enjoyed it but worried about her eating so quickly. He did that all the time but he couldn’t choke. “c-careful! don’t eat too fast! you really haven’t eaten in a while have you?”

After a few more pats she was finally okay. However she shook her apologetically at his question, continuing on eating, but actually taking her time.

“S-Sorry… I was too worried and focused on finding clues to even think about it…”

However, she won’t tell him the last time she ate was YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.

“i’m sorry for worrying you so much. i didn’t think you would react that badly…” He pushed aside the negative thoughts that tried to surface. “but no more of that! just a relaxing party! oh! and i wanted to show you something. whenever you’re done eating we can check it out. plenty of dessert here too if you want any of that.” He sighed. “sadly most of it isn’t sugar free so i haven’t tried it.” He was tempted. Soooo tempted.

“It’s fine Swap, really. I forgive you.”

She gave him a reassuring smile. She was curious about what was the place he wanted to show her, though. She took a few more bites before talking again.*

“Nah, I’m good, I’m not much of a sweets person, anyway.”

“really? i love sweets! even though i shouldn’t have them. just tell me when you’re ready!” He stared at the tacos for a moment before taking one and eating the whole thing in one bite. It was weird how far he could open his mouth actually. How’d he fit it all in?? And it looked like didn’t even chew! Then again how do skeletons even digest things without a stomach. All the questions.

She was surprised but, then again she knew monster food didn’t need to be digested. She finished her food.

“Alright, I’m good.”

“you sure? that enough for you? can’t let my girlfriend starve!” He seemed excited for whatever it was he wanted to show her. Like he could dash off any second. But he also wanted to make sure she was okay. Didn’t want to rush her.

She shook her head and smiled reassuringly.

“No, don’t worry, I’m fine. Besides, I don’t want to eat too much before going to bed.”

“okay!” His excitement got the better of him and he grabbed her hand to lead her off to…the closet?

#fallball17 #dis.cord rp #thepositivescientist #~photon reading positive~ (yumi x swap)

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The sprain

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No warnings, as always! Enjoy!

I push myself harder, faster, knowing that I need to break through this open area without being spotted or I will be shot at. I speed through the clearing, my lungs on fire as I hear a voice calling out, “I see her, guys I see her!”

Dangit Jim, do you have to be so loud? I’m trying not to die over here.

I hear someone crashing through the trees towards me and I dive into a nearby bush, my heart pounding in my ears as I pray that whoever it is won’t find me.

“Y/N?” I hear Uhura say cautiously. Is it really her though? Is she really on my side?

I see her gun raised, an evil-looking smirk on her face, like she knows she’s got me trapped.

She pauses almost directly in front of my bush and looks around. I stop breathing and freeze. Please, please, please don’t find me.

She cocks her gun at the spot right above my hiding place, takes one last glance around the area and then moves away, speaking into her comm. “Jim, she’s not here, I checked.”

Who knew that such good people could be turned into ruthless killers?

I climb out of my bush to find somewhere else to go, and almost immediately after I leave, I run into Chekov who is crouched down in some tall grass. “Y/N,” he whispers with relief. “They have not gotten you yet?”

I shake my head no and press a finger to my lips. “I hear someone coming.” Chekov listens intently for a moment and then furrows his brow.

“I hear nothing.”

“Well I’m moving on.” I sprint away from him and hope that I’m wrong about the sound, because otherwise- Chekov lets out a yell from behind me and I know they’ve caught him.

“There are tracks here, come on guys!” I hear Jim shout.

Jim is the only one faster than me, and with his gun, he doesn’t even need to catch up, he just needs to be able to see me. I push myself to go faster, knowing the futility of this, preparing myself for the inevitable.

Suddenly my foot catches on a root and I tumble forward, twisting my ankle. Great, now there’s no hope of getting away.

Then I remember my watch. Scotty gave us an allotted time that we’d be down here for, and then we’d be beamed back up. TWO MINUTES. Okay, I can last two minutes on a sprained ankle with cuts from the bush-dive all over my body. I can do it. Jim’s footsteps cause the branches around him to snap and I can hear him getting closer and closer with every second.

There is a row of bushes that I can step behind, and I do, crouching down to hope that he will take longer than a minute to find me. ONE MINUTE, my watch reads. Jim and Uhura step into the clearing and I watch them with bated breath as they search the area for me. Just as it seems I am about to be caught, Uhura whirls around and points her gun at a clump of trees. “Sulu, I see you, and I will shoot if you don’t step out right now.”

Sulu slowly comes into view, an intimidated look on his face. “Look, Uhura, we’re friends. We’ve been friends for a long time, you can’t do this. Jim, talk to her.”

Jim points his gun at Sulu and shoots; Sulu’s “NO!” echoing through time and space as we are beamed aboard the Enterprise without warning.

“YES!” I shout, jumping up and immediately regretting it as pain shoots up my ankle. “I won, you guys were so close, I had to dive in a bush, and I sprained my ankle, but it was WORTH IT!”

Uhura drops her Nerf gun to the ground in defeat, the foam bullets making no sound as they bounce off the floor. “Here you go,” Sulu says grumpily, handing Jim back his bullet.

“Hey, no hard feelings!” Jim says laughing.

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” I tease, giving Jim a light shove.

He turns to face me. “I will get you next time. That’s a promise.”

Bones greets me as I turn to step off the transporter. “Did you say you sprained your ankle?” I nod sheepishly. He rolls his eyes and puts my arm over his shoulder. “Every time, Y/N!” We begin down the hallway, but then Bones snaps his fingers and turns back to face Kirk. “I almost forgot. Spock says, verbatim, ‘If you are finished galloping around, we could use your guidance on the bridge.”

Kirk laughs and follows us to sickbay. “Are you gonna be okay?” He asks me.

“Totally fine, sprains happen to everyone. Rematch next week?”

He grins at me. “Definitely. As long as Spock’ll let me off the hook.”

@kaitymccoy123

#springhassprungchallenge

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 7 years

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Yuri on Ice 12 (FINAL) | Erased 1 | SGRS 14 | Nanbaka 12 – 14

I’m still fleshing out my set for this season as well as filling out stuff from one year ago...yeah, yeah. You’re telling me I’ve got dedication, having to deal with stuff twice, right?

I’ve decided I won’t merge the old (Le Take) notes with the new ones, as there are some show takes (such as Sekkou Boys) that will get lost in the process. Besides, Le Take is pretty shameful by itself.

Why do I do simulcast commentaries? I figure someday, someone’ll benefit from all the info I give. Or maybe it’s just Boueibu fans who want another opinion on stuff. *shrugs*

Final ep, eh? I wonder if I’ll miss this show…

Apparently Stephane Lambiel is a famous sports commentator in RL.

Waitasec – JJ trained under Ciaociao? Now there’s something to see.

Still can’t tell that brunette is his mum.

Who’s the woman next to Ciaociao? (Her name, I mean.)

That’s…cute, Phichit. Real cute.

Pinchos? Rinchos? Rinchus? I dunno what that eyecatch says…

Everyone’s basically crying right now! *applauds*

It’s fairly predictable when someone becomes so fixated on somebody else’s actions that they’re going to get distracted (in this show, at least). Thus, it’s pretty easy to see Chris’s demise.

“Kya---” is a squee, not an OMG. Get it right, folks.

Symphony no. 9 – a name I’ve become quite familiar with through Classicaloid. The second’s not famous like the first, which is why Otabek choosing it represents him as a supporting person really well.

That…was surprising! I read a PP on Tumblr about how men normally don’t have a couples skate, but women do, but this…not only was it the Stay Close to Me from the beginning, it was a couple one too.

“See you next level” – People already spoilt that for me ages ago, but yeah. Hopefully I can see you next level.

(Erased ep 1)

Boku Dake ga Inai Machi was one of the bigger hyped shows IIRC and by virtue of its being a mystery, of course I wanted in. Also, Sachiko Fujinuma is Conan…

Okay people, let’s get this straight. Boku Dake ga Inai Machi means “The Town in Which Only I am Missing”. It’s dumb to change it, although I can see why the change happened.

CGI taxi. Probably the worst type of vehicle to blow your budget on.

That voice. It’s Conan…but a little deeper.

I found this site handy for unpiecing certain parts of this show, as well as Gugure! and a few other shows. It really helped for the title phrases especially.

This show really delves into the psychology and sociology…that’s one of the better parts of this.

CGI cars. Honestly people, don’t waste your budgets on CGI cars…

Obviously a Wikipedia parody.

According to the site linked a few dot points ago, you’re not allowed to ride on a bike the way Airi is in this scene.

I bet Sachiko ships them despite the age gap…oops, I forgot she says that. She does ship them, just not manically as shippers usually do.

Why is there a frog? “Speak no evil” or something?

That face…no wonder people think it’s obvious who killed Sachiko.

The cutting off of part of the screen is a good effect, visually speaking. It allows for contrast between present and past.

(SGRS ep 14)

CR was being a butt, so I had to use a YT mirror for this. Certainly, it was ripped, but it was a much nicer experience than dealing with Shockwave Flash and error pages over and over.

The 4th wall break…actually works really well.

President of the Rakugo Association? Nice, Kiku. Real smooth.

Lemme get this straight, people. It’s Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu: Sukeroku Futatabi-hen. Not Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu: Descending Stories – the second part is a localised, shorter name.

As soon as I heard the voice of Shinichi (Detective Conan), my jaw dropped. I haven’t heard that voice in ages, and for an Osakan character too! (You can tell he’s Osakan due to the –han.)

Wa-wait…Mangetsu? O-oh, sorry. I’m not good at identifying voices of seiyuu after all. It was Koji Yusa, not Kappei Yamaguchi.

What anyone would give for a parent like Yakumo 8th…yeah. People would give a lot for that sort of freedom…

Oh. Okay. Kyoto people use similar honorifics to Osakans.

I’d recognise that as a Louis Vuitton bag anywhere. Lots of Asians have fake ones like it…haha. *sweatdrops* Google says it’s a woman’s handbag.

As a writer myself, I can see the parallels to the typical artist. I’m far from fully fledged, though…the only books I can call “published” are the ones I’ve made with my own hands or posted online.

Yotaro still remembers the promises after 10 years? I can’t even remember what I’ve said a few minutes ago sometimes, let alone remember something like that…even though I pride myself on my memory.

(Nanbaka ep 12)

Uh, what language is “Wartezimmer”? Update: Oh, German.

The exact word for “monster” used here is “bakemono”. I can tell from the lip flaps, even without sound.

This Elf looks like Tanya from Youjo Senki…*shudders* Not only does he look like an elf, but isn’t “elf” 11 in German? Update: You’re wondering why I’m talking about Elf despite having no indication as to how I knew his name? Spoilers, o’course.

Having watched ConRevo prior to this,let’s just say justice is not a word one should sling around lightly.

Haven’t laughed like this for Nanbaka in a while…I miss the days where Nanbaka really was a comedy anime.

They even went Hetalia mochi on us…? With bouncing head effects, to boot.

His name is “Mitsuru” (3 cranes), which is why Hajime’s calling him a crane.

“Don’t get caught” takes on a new meaning here.

Aw, sweetpe-oh? Ah! Elf?!!!!

If I were watching that weekly, that would be a bad cliffhanger…but I’m not, so it doesn’t matter.

(ep 13)

Why the brain? Shouldn’t Elf go for Musashi first, since that guy’s lethal? Jyugo’s hardly a liability compared to Musashi.

This Elf guy blew the metaphorical doors right open…and I just imagined the story flowing out of them like blood.

Handsome guys aren’t useless! They make a show more entertaining!

(ep 14)

Mitsuru!!! You’ve done it again, and by that I mean you’ve ruined the mood!

I was worried about the OP at first for a little, but then Rin! Rin! Hi! Hi! came back and I rejoiced. It does sound a little different, though.

Hajime’s…already…bald…*sweatdrops*

Mitsuru! Geddout of here!

Finally, Mitsuru does something good.

Poor R(bleep)mba.

Unfortunately, we haven’t learnt the name of that movie until now. So…thanks, Mitsuru.

Smol, unmasked Tsukumo is such a cutie. Dangit, I wanna take him home…wait, he’s on my computer, in my home. (It’s not enough, though. Gimme a plushie of it!)

Makibishi = caltrops. Japanese ones, to be specific.

According to Google-sensei, 10000 yen = about $100. Pretty expensive, Mitsuru.

JOMP, LOL.

COMP now? Also, Kuu was the one who said “meow”, but Rock’s dialogue was right before it. Subbers must’ve somehow confused the two.

183 cm? Pretty tall, Kenshiro. Pretty tall.

Herbivore men. You know what they are, right?...Right, Kenshiro?

You can at least laugh at how hard the narrator (not sure it’s Mitsuru any more) is trying…I guess this is the “so bad it’s good” category?

#simulcast commentary #nanbaka #showa genroku rakugo shinjuu #yuri!!! on ice #erased #Boku Dake ga Inai Machi #Chesarka watches Nanbaka #Chesarka watches Yuri!!! on Ice #Chesarka watches SGRS #Chesarka watches Erased

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