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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Cod Somno/Sleepy Sex

Requested: No

Warnings: Somno is more implied, I think? Reader is in the process of waking up in these, but the boys were at it for a good second before you woke up. Self degradation in König’s. Oral (could be anal or vaginal, genitals not state)

A/N: keeping this GN was a CHALLENGE but I did it!!!

Ghost

“Go back to sleep.” He whispers, his hands lifting one of your legs up and hooking it over his hip, getting himself all comfy behind you. “Just go back to sleep, Love. I’m almost done.” He tells you, a lie. His breathing is ragged, hot against your ear as he spreads lube across your entrance, oh so careful to make sure he’s got you nice and prepped before sliding into you, bullying his thickness in even when you whimper and squirm, his arms wrapped around you tight. “That’s it love, almost all the way in.” Another lie, he’s barely halfway in, your tightness trying to fight against the large intrusion.

“You can take a little more for me, can’t you?” It’s not a real question, but when you nod his voice dips into an almost condescending coo. “That’s a good Lovey. So good for me.” He says, pressing his lips to your neck before pushing all the way in.

Soap

Soap barely even managed to hum when he notices your eyes fluttering open, his mouth too busy suckling at one of your nipples, his cock buried inside you though he hadn’t moved it in some time. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He mumbles before his mouth is right back at it, this time on the opposite nipple. Judging from their soreness, he’d been at it for quite some time, sucking your nipple as deep into his mouth as it could go, careful of his teeth. Almost like a babe trying to suckle for milk, but that was just how Soap was. Absolutely obsessed with your nipples, to the point that he forgot all else, even his cock being warmed by your lubed up walls.

“I’ll stop in just a minute.” He mumbles, flicking his tongue over your nipple before going back to the other way. This was a lie, and you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping again anytime soon.

König

“Maus.” König whimpers when your thighs clamp down on his head, clearly startled to wake up with his tongue working at you so late at night. “It’s just me, Mauschen.” He says, pressing his tongue back into you, moaning with delight when your hips buck. He was just so hungry for you when you laid beside him in just your underwear, he couldn’t wait until you woke. He tried to hold out but hours later, here he was. He felt like a pervert, the thought making his cheeks turn pink.

“So so sorry, Maus. Couldn’t wait. Looked so good. Please forgive me.” He mumbles, barely lifting his mouth away to say the words before diving back in, acting like a man starved. “So so dirty, such a pervert. Waking my Maus like this just cause I’m hungry for them.” He whimpers again, drunk off the taste of you as his words take a nonsensical turn.

Alejandro

“Relax, Mi Amor. It’s just me.” Alejandro coos into your ear, one hand cupping your cheek as you lazily blink your sleepy eyes, the other holding your thigh open as he fucks into you slowly. He’d been oh so careful not to wake you but it seems like it was in vain. “Feel so good, Amor. Always so good for me.” He groans, eyes only on you as he flicks his tongue over your lips playfully. He starts to pick up his pace a bit now that you were awake, rubbing along your insides just right.

And even when you came, he didn’t stop, smirking as you whine under him from overstimulation. “You didn’t think we were done just yet did you, Amor?”

#cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #simon ghost riley #Simon ghost riley x reader #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #John soap MacTavish #John soap MacTavish x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #König #könig x reader #alejandro vargas #Alejandro vargas x reader

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raylex · 7 months

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please forgive me if this is just a jumble of nonsensical words - I just woke up, heh - but I really wish more people understood that not everybody in this community only selfships for fun/comfort. that's totally valid to do, of course, but for some of us this is much more serious. and that often ties in to why we can be so uncomfortable sharing. seeing my f/o with someone else literally feels like someone seeing their spouse with another person. because that's what he is to me. of course I'm gonna be uncomfortable seeing it. and it's nothing against the people who ship with him as well - I would never march up to them and say anything about it, they have the right to do whatever they want, too. but I will block them for my own personal comfort.

this is my actual relationship to me as a ficto person, not just something I do for fun... I'm genuinely and unironically in love with him! I know it's silly, and a bit unorthodox, hah, but I wish people could just be a bit more respectful about it. and understand that this isn't something I can control, and it's not me being petty. it just actually hurts sometimes. I'm allowed to curate my own experience online.

#sorry I just remembered how weirdly hostile the community has been to us who are uncomfortable sharing lately #and wanted to say something. I realize I sound insane but whatever lol let me be insane in peace #self ship #mine

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the-curious-butterfly · 11 months

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A Dappling (or was it called Appling?) short.

PLOT TWIST

After word got out that it was her instead of Daring who woke up Apple, Darling half expected to be chased out of Ever After with torches and pitch forks.

Perhaps not exactly to that extreme but at least something to that extent. She expected mad looks, curses (both literal and verbal) being thrown her way, and an angry mob of princes she could definitely beat in a fight if they lined up one by one. If they came at her all at once, however, it could prove just a tad bit more difficult but she’s pretty sure she can still win against that too.

But she digresses, the point is she expected things to get very bad and very awkward. Well they got awkward alright but not in the very bad way, though she couldn’t really call it the good way either. More like they got awkward in the “okay, I guess this is happening” sort of way.

No, once word had reached a certain person in particular that she, a princess no less, woke Apple from her cursed slumber it took no time at all for her to find herself in the office of one Snow White. The mother of said previously cursed princess and also the Queen of Ever After. And by no time at all she meant no time at all, she doesn’t even remember how she got here or when this semi-large packet came to be in her hands.

Darling decided to ignore the concerning implications that thought had and instead looked down to find in big bold fancy red letters the words: ‘So You Want to Marry My Sweet Apple Dumpling do You?’

There was another phrase underneath with the word ‘Daring’ in it but it had been hastily crossed out so Darling couldn’t exactly read it.

‘Wait….marry?!’

“Ummm, your majesty, what is this?”

The Queen places down her mug with the words ‘fairest of them all’ onto her desk before finally addressing Darling.

“Darling please, call me Snow. We are soon to be family after all.”

“Right…Snow.” It felt so weird to call her by her first name. Not just because she was the Queen but also because Darling was a knight and thus was more use to addressing others the way a knight would, with formality and respect. “What do you mean by soon to be?”

“What do you mean by what do I mean? Will you or will you not be proposing to Apple?” The Queen narrowed her eyes at Darling as if telling her to think carefully about her answer.

“Your majest- I mean Snow, I would love to propose to Apple some day it’s just that you know I thought that you, hex that the entire realm would be upset I wasn’t Daring. Plus we’re both still in school and all.”

“Nonsense, Darling, all Apple’s destiny truly calls for is a Charming, and from what I hear you certainly live up to your namesake. Besides, I’ll have you know the first Snow White was married before she even started school.” (I’m so sorry, I hated learning this but the original Snow White apparently was somewhere around 14 and I completely understand if you want to beat me up for bringing it to your attention.)

“I’m not so sure if that’s something to be proud of, your majesty.” The words were out before Darling could even remind herself who she was saying them to.

“Oh I completely agree, that was the one part of my story I thought was utterly ridiculous.” Phew “Which is why I waited until senior year.”

“Wait, you were also poisoned while attending Ever After High?”

“Darling, I’ll let you in on a secret, most stories end up happening at Ever After High. Hex, as soon as the Evil Queen saw me she tried to poison me. Every day was a fight for my life, those were the best four years I could have ever after wished for.”

“…oh….kay” was all Darling could really think to say.

“Now if you will, turn to page seven.”

“Page seven?” Snow gestured to the packet Darling had forgotten was in her hands. “Oh hex, forgive me I-“ she went completely dead silent as soon as she saw the first few words the page contained.

Heirs and You

“Now granted, this was written with Daring in mind so I never thought I needed to add this which is why I’m saying it now. I don’t mind adoption but your first child must be a product of both you and Apple thus I took the liberty of getting in contact with a renown enchantress who I am certain will be able to help you and…Darling?!”

A loud thud reverberated throughout the room as the knight had passed out before Snow could even finish saying her name.

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Apple come quick, your mother is traumatizing your Prince Charming.

#ever after high #eah #darling charming #apple white #eah Snow White #darling x apple #Dappling #curious things

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catasoph · 1 year

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Nightmare-Daydream

Newt x gn!reader

Summary: After the gladors survived the maze reader thinks they will never see their beloved Newt again, but fate and a good friend help them to get reunited.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of near-death experience, guns, violence

My lungs were on fire. Expanding to the maximum to get enough air. I ran for my life. Crossing and turning. Following the screams of someone I knew better than anyone. But the path never ended, the screams didn't get any closer, instead the walls closed in around me. Until I was in another room. Everything was dark, a single light showed a boy with blood running down his forehead. Behind him stood two men with huge guns. I couldn't see their faces. It was covered in black. They had no real presence. They were demons. They lurked until the inevitable would happen. They took a step, slowly. Desperate, I cried out, pushing myself forward, wanting to run to the boy they were holding hostage. But my feet were sunk into the ground. A black liquid held them in place, leaving me nothing but my voice. Screaming pleas to hurt me, not him. But they took more steps forward, narrowing the distance between them. Why weren't they listening? Why weren't they looking? Why didn't they slow down? They pointed their guns at his head. My scream mingled with the gunshots that bore holes where his eyes once were.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up!" I startled with a gasp and suddenly found myself in another dark room with two concerned eyes watching me intensely. A sob broke out of my throat, accompanying the tears falling without limit out of my eyes. "It's alright. You're fine. Everything is fine." He slung his strong arms around my trembling body. Telling me he was there, I wasn't alone. He didn't care about my violent crying staining his shirt, that I woke him out of his sleep, or that I babbled nonsense. He was just there. "Do you want to talk about it?" He was still holding me, gently rocking so I calmed down enough until my sobs turned to hiccups and they evened out. "I lost him." I only whispered it, but I knew he heard it with the way his body stiffened and he clung to me tighter. "I lost him again." "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered, afraid if he spoke louder, not only his voice but also the world around him would break again. For too long, those simple words became his mantra. Chanting them at any given time to see if they would let us heal.

"Gally," I said, separating our upper bodies so I could look at him, "It wasn't your fault." He nodded, but couldn't keep his eyes on mine, instead squeezing my arms to signal me, he acknowledged my words, but they brought little comfort. He cupped my cheeks looking in my eyes with seriousness. He seemed different now. As if he had seen a war and was ready to march into another one.

"(Y/N),I promise you, if they are still alive, I will find them and bring him back to you." I tried to smile. My eyes still glistening from too many tears shed for what I had lost, I couldn't see what I still had.

After we escaped the maze, everyone was hopeful. Until Ava Paige told us about the scorch and the flare. What cruel god would do such a thing? Make us prisoners only to let us out to die. Suddenly Gally came in with a gun in his hand, blaming Thomas for everything. Saying we belonged to the maze. And maybe we did. Maybe we still do. For there was no greener place with the warmest sun. There is no place feeling more like home than the grass enclosed by gray walls.

But after I pushed Thomas out of the way and the bullet hit me, I was okay with dying. I was okay with knowing my family and the boy I loved would survive. Because I would still belong to the maze and there would be a time when we would all meet there again.

But I survived and had to live with the knowledge of never seeing the love of my life again.

Even after that night, the sun rose again, as it usually did, and with it a new day. With each passing day, I was able to forgive Gally a bit more for not being a demon, but being hunted by them. And when I woke up the next day from my latest nightmare, I saw Gally and knew I would be standing by his side until the end. Because despite everything, he still cared for me and protected me. He was the only one who kept me sane.

"Wake up already! It's breakfast time!" Came a deep, serious voice from the doorway of my room.

"Five more minutes, Gally."

"Fucking hell. No, stand up." Heavy footsteps walked toward my bed until rough hands slid under my body and lifted me up, only to set me back down on my own feet a second later. Less than five minutes later, were we downstairs sitting at a table and eating our breakfast, while everyone around us chattered.

Occasionally I would be greeted or smiled at, which Gally found bothersome.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" I mumble with a mouthful of food.

"Gain everybody's attention. First in the Glade and now here. All of them try to get in your pants." He rolled his eyes, taking a huge bite of his bread.

"I don't know. It's not my fault." A snort left the man in front of me while an amused smile crept onto his lips.

"It's definitely your fault, (N/N). Always blinking your eyes seductively while giving some morons attention."

"I don't!" I exclaimed, offended.

He didn't reply, just smirked at me while putting his dishes on his tablet to bring them away.

"Anyway, Casanova, I have to go on patrol. Enjoy your attention."

"I hate you!" I smiled pleased as the conversation ended when he came around to hug me goodbye.

"Don't put yourself in danger, okay?" I asked softly. He didn't answer. He didn't need to. I knew he couldn't promise me but I always hoped it made him realize how desperately I needed him.

After he left for patrol, I got myself ready to look after the injured and sick. It was a tough job, not made for everyone, but what job was easy in the world we lived in. At least I didn't have to fight anymore. I didn't have to kill anyone and look at their eyes turn cold. I remember all the boys we had to bury or the one's we didn't even find anymore. I was not much of a fighter. What was the point if we were all going to die in the end anyway? But I understood that we had to fight. It was our last option, other than letting fate take the wheel.

Weeks passed with the same routine. Gally went on patrol while I tended to the wounded, but we always saw each other and ate together. Sometimes, though, we just sat together in silence. Until one day, the routine broke.

It was lunchtime when shots and screams rang out from the outskirts of the city. Where people fought day and night for their survival, to secure a place in the only city left.

Gunshots and screams were nothing unusual anymore but it was Gally`s time for patrol. This made it more horrifying. My heart sank and every possible scenario raced through my head. I was going to lose him. I was going to lose everything again. If not today with these guns, then tomorrow or the day after. One day he will not be coming back. "Don`t worry, kid. He will be fine." The man with a gray beard smiled at me but his eyes told a different story. These eyes had seen too many disasters. So much hatred. How long has he been saying to himself everything is going to be fine? And how many times did he get disappointed? It felt like ages until the familiar noises from the motor of the van and his voice could be heard through the base. "We`re all on the same side here!" I sprinted down from the hospital wing. I had to see him to be sure he was alive. I had to thank him for coming back to me because I could never survive without him. He pulled his helmet from his head and I crashed into him. "I was worried sick, you shank:" In my voice was nothing angry or intimidating, just pure relief bubbling out of it. "I`m sorry, (N/N). But look who I found." My arms left Gally`s body, to turn around. In front of me was my home. The gladors who escaped with us. Not all of them were there. Winston and Chuck were nowhere to be found. My eyes zeroed in on the only boy who ever had my heart. Newt. Standing there with his eyes open and his mouth unable to form words. "We saw you die. Both of you. He shot you." Those were the first words out of it. Reminding himself this horrible day was not his imagination. "No, you left us to die", Gally spat back. Still hurt about how easily they left us behind. Before someone else could answer I took it upon myself. "They found us before it was too late. They took us in and cared for us. That's the only reason we survived." I gestured lazily toward the other guards who were watching this interaction with curious eyes. Everything stayed silent for a few seconds until Newts eyes which before held confusion, now shone with hope. He took a few slow steps towards me his eyes never leaving mine as if asking permission to come close to me. But my only answer where my own small steps toward him. "I thought I lost you." His voice was a whisper. As if the wind would pick up our secret and bring it right back to WCKED. "Me too." His hands cupped my cheeks. His brown eyes fixated on mine, searching for answers he wouldn't find in them. "Are you two together?" My gaze wanders down, not ready to be seen after a long time. Fearing rejection when everything in me lusted for love. "No, there was only ever one boy I loved." My eyes found him again. His head moved forward, pressing his lips on mine and kissing me again after all our lost time. New life was breathed into me while he held me and everything finally felt perfect. I knew now we would be alright. We would survive.

#newt tmr #maze runner #newt x reader #newt x you #hurt/comfort #light angst #fluff #tmr gally #the scorch trials #newt fluff #newt #newt imagine

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Hi, could please i request an Entering your world for Sebek? I really love reading your fics!

Thanks in advance

A Sebek a day keeps the ear doctor away.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, violence, blood, implied death, religion

Entering your world

What is this nonsense? WHERE IS WAKA-SAMA??!

When Sebek suddenly lost his balance whilst trying to levetate higher than usual, Crowley being present, he didn’t expect to come by in a completely different place

Much less did he expect a person sleeping in that place, their posture telling him that they fell asleep whilst doing who-knows-what on their phone

Not lie it mattered after all they are just a normal hu… is that the Overseer?

And thus, the great screaming commenced

Safe to say that he gave you a heart attack

And who wouldn’t be frightened out of their mind if they woke up to a stranger kneeling in front of them, screming how honored they felt to be in your presence?

I would recommend getting earplugs the next time you go shopping

But now you have him here, in all his screaming glory

Since then you have a servant at home

No joke, Sebek can’t go out and make money since there is just nothing he could give a hiring place to identify himself but his tea is pretty good

So instead he keeps your home in pristine condition

That little bit of dust? Oblitirated. That small stain on the window? Cleaned into submission. That one person breaking in whilst you were out? Crushed into dust

He does all of this with such enthusiasm and concentration that you might as well think that he is fighting for his life

But it’s not realy a suprise considering how he is towards Malleus

Although, you had thought that he was lettting Malleus have at least some free time

Is it normal for him to stand guard in front of your door when you are sleeping?

And what is with him always taking care of you as if you were an old person too tired to move a finger?

Not in a bad way of course. But at least making your own food should be alrigh now and the, right?

Well nope becasue the second he sees you in front of the stove he is screeching and then asking for your forgiveness for being so inattentive

There is a much sadder side to this though

Whenever Sebek feels like he didn't do something right he will correct himself, you are his God after all

But that is only what you know of

Even if it's something minor like accidentally missing a spot whilst washing dishes he will punish himself for that

Whether that is mentally, him telling himself that he is not worthy of being close to you, or physically, which I won't describe

And there is also him witnessing someone being “rude” (or rather what he understands under that term, we all have seen him and his devotion to Malleus) to you

All I can say is, it's probably at this point a very good thing that he is doing all the household chores because I wouldn't want to wash a former white shirt, now white

Him not exactly what we would call “doing good stuff” is of course also something that has it's marks on his mental state

But I guess what did we expect? He was raised for a good chunk of his childhood by Lilia and that man is a completely different beast in it's own

Just don't be too surprised when you wake up one night and catch him staring down at you, muttering something you don't understand to himself

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mirrorhoppingdays · 1 year

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not me and portrayal of twinship

Be forewarned, this is long as hell.

Normally when I think about writing about media depictions of twins (as a highly opinionated twin), two things stop me. One, nobody cares. Seriously, most people actively want to avoid understanding twins' point of view. It's my overwhelming experience. Two, it's just too much to delve into and I have thoughts about every little thing. I would digress until I became overwhelmed. But I think it might actually work to discuss this one facet. It might connect with a few people because fandom types are often actually interested in novel points of view and the emotional landscapes of others. And if I only talk about this one show that narrows things for me in a helpful way. So here goes.

As soon as Not Me starts with episode 1, there is an item on the balance sheet. We begin with the idea that twins can feel each others' feelings and feel when the other is seriously injured. We see this in Black & White's childhood and then again when White returns to Thailand after many years away. So, psychic twin connections. I'm both highly militant and oddly patient when it comes to twin depiction stuff. I don't love the psychic thing, but that's the variety of twinship media nonsense I'm willing to take on board *if* it's done well and it's worthwhile. When you begin a story about twins with a psychic connection and make it a central feature of your plot, you've essentially borrowed goodwill from me. If you squander it, then your balance will come due and you'll be left owing. If you use it well, I'll forgive the loan. So we start not on a bad note, but with higher stakes.

Pretending-to-be-one's-twin plots work okay for me. Why? Because as much as they might rely on twin resemblance, they can't work without the twins being different, whole people. That shouldn't be considered a positive because all characters should begin as whole people, but we know that doesn't always happen in general and it certainly doesn't always happen with twins.

We begin a whole big chunk of the story where the crux may be that White is sort of undercover as his own brother, but twinship isn't actually at issue much at all. It's about deception and risk, not twin connection or twinship. We do get constant reminders that White and Black are very different, and we get a lot of White trying and only kind of succeeding at pretending.

One thing that rings true to me is that he doesn't actually have to do all that great a job of pretending. If you don't know somebody has a twin, and to some extent even if you do, as a human being you'll default very hard to this-is-the-same-person. It's just necessary in every moment of our lives that we're not dealing with identical twins, so it's necessary to lean that way. Also, as a twin I know very well that the majority of people are highly unobservant about a great many things. And it's not like these guys have any reason to think this is some other guy, though it would have been a note of realism if at some point at least one of them had gone wait, is Black reporting on us to the cops or something because he's acting sketchy. They do point out that he's being weird, so that base is partially covered.

I did some Tumblr poking around before I was done watching, so I saw a few spoilery things. Thanks partly to that, I couldn't help but hope that Sean figured out comparatively early that White was not Black. That would have been kind of thrilling to see, honestly, as a twin. But I certainly understand how that might not happen, and I also see the efficacy (to the plot) of having him not figure it out too quickly. It's more interesting if he doesn't know right away.

Clearly Tumblr world loves memeing about how Black woke up from his coma when, possibly because, White hooked up with Sean (I'll be more coy in my wording than some). Twin-rep-wise, that's a wash to me, neither better or worse than the psychic connection trope. I'm already tolerating the psychic stuff, and I can't say it's not an interesting plot point. If you need Black to wake up, when else would it be? It probably borrows a little more goodwill, but again that's stakes rather than a deficit.

As someone who remains skeptical of the psychic twin connection trope, I will say this. The particular way Black wakes up kind of shows the absurdity of the whole conceit. I'm cool with it because this is melodrama and it *should* be bonkers, but it goes to show what you're playing with when you invoke that trope.

This is when stuff gets interesting, to me but I assume to everybody. White and Black are both running around in the world of the show, and crucially they're also interacting with each other. And some of what happens is honestly pretty great twin-rep-wise. I really have to hand it to writer/director Nuchy Anucha Boonyawatana—she must be a pretty empathetic, intuitive person. (Along with her cowriters.) She seems to have made an effort to put herself in both Black and White's shoes in a real human way. Like, well beyond what the story would require.

I wanted to avoid digressing too much, but I want to go back to the very first moment in the entire show. In that brief scene, White looks in a dark, foggy mirror and says these words in voiceover: “When you see somebody who looks precisely like you, every part of his body resembles yours, you must feel really strange. But for me, it’s special. I call that specialness ‘twins.’”

When I saw this scene, I won’t say I knew this would be a thoughtful treatment of twins. But I did find it promising. Part of what annoys me about being a twin is how non-twins, aka singletons, think that being a twin is great because on some level they think of their hypothetical twin as an extension of themselves. Your twin is not you, and your twin is not part of you. Your twin is a human being, and like any other human being in the world there are some moments and some ways when they can seem utterly unknowable, foreign, unfathomable.

Back to the point in the story where I left off.

There’s a big twin moment near the end of episode 9: White is confronted in Black's apartment by an unknown figure, only to find that it's his brother. White’s voiceover tells us what he's thinking, and he calls back to that brief beginning scene. Now that I’ve gone back to look at both moments, I can say that they’re very similar in length and rhythm. So I suspect our writer/director was not only deliberate about the echo but also exacting in how both moments play out.

White’s voiceover says: “I’d always imagined the day I’d see my brother again. It’s supposed to be a heartwarming moment. But now it’s happening. It’s surprisingly frightening. It’s as though I’m meeting my doppelgänger.” Of course this is a translation, but it’s worth noting that you can hear actor Gun Atthaphan saying “doppelgänger,” so you know there isn’t a ton of poetic license on the part of the translator here.

White and Black exchange some awkward pleasantries, and then Black echoes White, saying "You look so much like me, it’s creepy.”

If I hadn’t seen my twin in ten years (especially at that age), it would have been very surreal even if that person weren’t as menacing as Black seems to be. It’s just that there are dimensions to twinship that fade in your mind when you’re not actively engaged with them. I assume that regular degular siblings can experience this in partial ways or in flashes, but I don’t have any of those so I can only guess. Seeing your twin after a long time apart isn’t somehow magical in a good or a bad way. But your twin carries all the powerful associations of any close family member along with a similarly large number of associations to your own identity.

I chase catharsis in media, but I don’t usually experience it strongly. But there can be a catharsis in recognition of self, and that’s what I get from these moments. To be clear, I don’t feel some profound otherness when I interact with my sister. She’s a sweetheart and I feel very close to her. But the twin experience, for me at least, connects strongly and meaningfully to some very basic aspects of my human existence. The fact that one is a little bit alone even in the closest togetherness. The fact that other people are never fully knowable. The fact of my own identity and how its boundaries aren’t quite as firm and distinct as I might pretend they are. How much I need connection. The way so much about my perceptions and actions can be strongly influenced by others in ways I’m totally unconscious of. Some of this may sound hokey! But it’s difficult to express it any other way.

Moving on. White goes to meet their mother as Black, and just as their conversation is ending she makes it clear she knows who he really is. You might think that bit is meaningful to me, but it doesn’t strike a stong chord. Parents can tell their twin children apart, yes. Would it be harder after ten years? Assumably. What is it supposed to mean about her that she can? I don’t know; I’m not a huge fan of hers.

Black encounters Sean and is incredibly cruel to him, beats him, and it sucks. It annoys me to heap praise on actors for playing twins—actors play different roles all the time and that’s just doing two of them in the same project—but I have to admit that Gun Atthaphan not only does a great job playing dual roles, but a good job playing twins specifically. In a way it’s hard to understand now, having seen what we have as the audience, how Sean could fail to see that this isn’t “his” Black. But he doesn’t, because there’s no way anything else is possible according to what he knows about his world.

Sean sees White-as-Black again as White saves him from sketchy mercenary types, and then tries repeatedly to confront him. White doesn’t really explain and Sean doesn’t come to an obvious epiphany. But when Sean sees Black again, something has clicked. He attempts the trust fall White showed him and Black just stares on contemptuously. Black is smoking “again.” And we get to another big twin moment. This is episode 12.

Sean gets it. He says “You’re not the Black that I love.” He handcuffs himself to Black. They have an oddly realistic fight that involves various uncomfortable wrestling positions. And he says “You have a twin brother?” Black denies it, Sean insists repeatedly. And you see Black’s face change from contempt to anger as he says “Don’t you get close to my little brother again.”

This is a fun, climactic moment. It is, of course, adorable that Sean insists he won’t stay away from White, and honestly pretty adorable in an extremely grumpy way that Black is being protective. (Here again Gun is very convincing. For such a small, baby-faced guy he is genuinely menacing as Black.)

The moment is also true to my experience, though the only direct connections I can make aren’t exactly similar in circumstances. If your social world intersects heavily with that of your twin, there really are particular moments in many romantic relationships and even in many close friendships where the other person will sort of take a twin inventory with you. They don’t go on a spiel about how you’re cooler than your twin (unless maybe they suck as a person), they probably don’t even compare you exactly. But each person has to come to their own realization because (often at least) while they knew you and your twin are different people, they had to learn it all over again on another level. And they want you to know they perceive it.

There are smaller iterations of this phenomenon where people will emphatically tell you that while they have been able to tell you apart in the past, *now* they don’t even think of you as looking the same, now they can’t imagine how anybody *ever* confuses you. It’s not like this happens every single time I get to know every single person, but it’s so common in its broad strokes that I feel confident saying that the people around me and my sister share some common experiences in how they perceive us. And a change comes at a certain point that’s compelling enough that people are motivated to talk about it, try to make you understand.

Anyway, while this is a phenomenon that happens around me rather than to me, Sean’s insistence strikes a chord.

Sean finds White. White does a totally accidental trust fall, and it’s pretty cute.

White... decides to halfway drown himself to “remind [Black] of [their] connection”? Which makes some intuitive sense in the moment even if it sounds a bit silly. And is a little. Black finds him, they talk, Black concludes that he can’t stop White from staying with the group, going on their mission, and being with Sean. White stops Sean from going to the drug warehouse alone, at which point he says something that rings true for me as well. He explains why he hesitated to stay part of things, and says “I thought it wasn’t my place.”

When Black returned and demanded his phone, demanded White go away and not see the gang anymore, White went along with that because in a real way that was valid. White had genuine reasons for essentially stealing Black’s life, but that is what he did. White is an empathetic sweetheart so while he did get used to Black’s world he does feel guilty and out of place suddenly. But now he sees that things have changed, and he can’t go back to before all this happened. And of course he’s in loooove, so there’s that as well.

Then White tells the other dudes who he is (except for Gumpa, who knew the whole time) and it takes them a while to believe him. But when they do, they immediately do the twin inventory with him, saying how did I not see this earlier, etc.

They do their attempted heist, loads of shit goes wrong, they fall from various frying pans into various fires for a good while. They get away, things settle down. Sean does the twin inventory with White again and insists he’s completely able to tell White and Black apart now.

Then we have my final twin moment. White says he knows Black won’t be returning to the group. “Nobody wants to live in someone else’s shadow,” he says. “My brother sacrificed this role for me.”

This rings true for me. As a twin, you never want to think of yourself as interchangeable with your sibling. But at the same time many relationships and groups don’t have room for each of a pair of twins to feel comfortable. It’s not like you have to come up with some legalistic scheme for who “owns” a social group or anything like that. But at least in my sort of twin relationship, you’re never going to have a symmetrical relationship with a third person or a social circle. Even if you each have the same degree of connection to the same person, it’s different. And I can’t say it’s ever really been the same. One has always been closer, or more comfortable, or something.

Well, if you can believe it that’s not everything I could have said. But it’s a lot, and if you made it to the end I thank you. In case it doesn’t go without saying, I did find it worthwhile to indulge the psychic twin trope. What I got out of Not Me was worth the latitude.

#not me #not me the series #gun atthaphan #off jumpol #avoiding twin tags like the plague until i figure out which are not sketchy

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mr2swap · 2 years

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He's just a kid

-FUUUUUCK! I look incredibly muscular today!- I raised one of my powerful hairy arms to sniff the sticky musk of my mature hairy body mixed with the stinky scent of my sneakers that was all over the office-Damn I forgot to put on deodorant again, whatever! Who's going to fuck with me now that I'm in Mr. Myers's body? - I began to model my hard and hairy muscles in front of the mirror that was in the office of Coach Myers, while my mature cock woke up surrounded by the thick pubic hairs in my crotch, I flexed my huge arms to worship my own reflection and I could not contain myself not a second more.

Still looking at my new body, I lowered my athletic shorts to my knees, placed my huge calloused hands on micro and mature supports, and began to masturbate as the deep moans from Mr. Myler's mouth released me more and more.

I was so hot and sweaty watching my huge balls bounce to the rhythm as my hand massaged my cock. Don't hesitate to raise one of my powerful arms to show off my sweaty hairy pit and then immerse my face in one of my armpits licking, sniffing each drop of the stinky substance that came out of my armpits.4

after a couple of minutes of worshiping the body, I had stolen I ejaculated on the mirror and smeared my reflection with the stinky hot cum from my cock, -God! I will never get tired of this shit!-

Sometimes I felt bad for the real Coach Myler who is now trapped in my little wimp. But after emptying my furry balls my mind went blank in ecstasy and deep weariness. I don't know exactly what caused Coach Myler and I to switch bodies, maybe it had something to do with that strange stone I found on the way to school, why it disappeared around the time that I and Mr. Miller had that little accident in which we hit our heads, Mom was right I should pay more attention while walking through the streets...

From the first day, Mr. Myler tried to explain to everyone Including my parents that we had exchanged in our bodies, And of course, no one believed him afterward, who would believe such nonsense to a child like him? I was a little scared at first And I wanted to go back to my body but when I lived my first day as Coach Myler I knew I didn't want to go back to my old body so I denied everything, you must have seen his angry face when my parents left apologized to me for the rumors their son had started spreading throughout the school.

"He's just a kid, you know, please forgive him." my father said with an expression of embarrassment and anger on his face. he mentioned it again.

But my bullies did not forget that matter -heeey! How is everything "coach"? since then all my former classmates started calling him that, it must be hard for him to go back to school and more if he has to do it in my pathetic and nerdy body, there are a lot of trophies and medals in my new office, some are from when he was “my” age maybe he should focus his energy on other sports… like chess or dungeons and dragons.

This is one of the stories I published this month on my patreon if you liked the story and want to see more please take a look at my patreon account.

#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch

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ASK GAME GO!

Godot/Diego Armando 1, 2, 3, 12, 23

1. Why do you like/dislike the character?

I'll be real, I'm a Godot fan, sorry not sorry. I like his nonsensical ramblings and Questionable witness antics, I loooove his sprites, his coffee addiction, his smug attitude, the way he doesn't care for victory for the sake of victory and keeping up a certain reputation as all the other prosecutor's we've seen and it's unclear what it is Exactly that he wants, except for the vague "battling phoenix wright specifically". he's the most chaotic prosecutor we've met not only in the trilogy, but Ever, I think. he's also really tragic. and I do understand where the people who say his desire to protect mia was sexist, but I don't really think it's coming from the fact that she's a woman. I think it's more so coming from a fact that he woke up to a person dear to him having been MURDERED, and he was like, oh fuck, I could have done something for that not to happen, it's all because of me – just trying to rationalize how something like this could have happened at all. and then he found someone else to blame, but it was, in truth, just a way to externalize his inner turmoil and I think transferring his own guilt onto someone else didn't actually Free him from it. only recognizing full agency in mia and her decisions did. in my opinion, he wasn't being sexist, he was being just too very deeply self-loathing, and full disclosure that's actually something I very much relate to. So... his story resonated with me more than it should have.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I don't know, everything I listed above? my absolute favorite out of these is his tragedy, but he wouldn't be nearly as loveable if not for all the other aspects of his personality. well, I think I can also name his design and his music theme. they rock.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I know I just spent an entire paragraph above explaining why his core motivation isn't sexist to me, but uh, he Is very much a sexist in canon and that's something I can't run away from, I'll never forgive his treatment of franziska, oh my god. and yes, his desire to protect mia could have had a part of that too, because it's not like he believes these things for all women Except Her Because She's Special. I just choose to give him a slightly more charitable reading on that front, because I like him. I truly understand where the people that dislike him are coming from and I'm pretty much at peace with them. yeah, dude's a misogynist. I can fix him though

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

- i've seen an amazing fic, where phoenix starts to change his ways of defending only 100% innocent people and after aa3 defends diego on his respective trial, not to acquit him of all charges, but to get him a lower sentence because of the circumstances of the crime. it's ingrained into my soul now.

- I know it's really basic and a lot of other people have this hc, but he suffers from insomnia and a fear of falling asleep, because every dream is a small coma and every night is a little death. Yayyy!

- he regrets never getting enough of mia's trust for her to open up to him. there's so much about her he didn't get to know, extending far beyond her plans to battle redd white, he didn't know her backstory or her motivations, didn't know what she was really feeling behind her confident smile, and I'm not talking about nervousness in court – I'm talking about her grief, anger and desperation regarding dl-6, her complicated feelings about her family, the emptiness inside her heart, pushing her to leave every semblance of a home she had. he didn't get to know her fully, and that, above all else, is his biggest regret. he feels like he failed and never deserved her opening up to him. as always, he can't free himself from guilt and understand it isn't about him or because of him. he doesn't have the benefit of hindsight, and he doesn't know it was actually the only time mia was hoping she was going to stay. he doesn't know she intended on opening up. he doesn't know she would have trusted him, if she had the chance.

ANDDD im going to answer 21 instead of 23 because I just couldn't not talk about it!

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I have an au where things end up being really diego-centric because of plot reasons, i.e. the closest thing this au has to an overarching plot revolves around him, and I LOVED getting inside this loser's head and making him even more desperate and bitter and hurting. his smug attitude and the ever-present shit-eating grin don't even work on anyone because of just how bad he has it, so instead of continously putting up a facade, he ends up paralleling mia and closing himself off and running away and being mysterious, and never saying what he really wants to or means, even when it's safe to do so, even when he gets every chance. he rejects every opportunity to be accepted into a group of people where he can belong, he misses every chance to meaningfully connect with someone, for heaven's sake he actively runs away from being forgiven. the only time he asks for help is from a man he shot, and he fully expects to get denied the favor and drown himself in his own guilt further, but when he does get help – he is helped in leaving. he's leaving out to the sea with a huge risk of dying. he's So fucking annoying in this but it was such a pleasure to write. the only times he even gets close to opening up to someone is wasted on him saying yeah I'm guilty haha. I'm a terrible person. leave me alone.

there's also a huge chunk of him hating phoenix wright transferring his guilt onto him and etc, and he's so bitter and desperate he invites phoenix to an actual fucking duel, bringing both guns and throwing one to phoenix, which signifies he doesn't want phoenix to Defend himself, because he could have thought of defending himself on his own terms – he's asking phoenix to kill him. he wants either of them to die in this duel, because it's the only way he thinks he can handle this. yeah so on top of everything I just described he's also actively suicidal.

SO, my favorite thing to do when writing him is making him feel even worse and in turn, making him act even worse! :3

#maya posts #baby's first ask!

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theangel-aziraphale · 8 months

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*grabbie hands*

gimme the [REDACTED] story

I think Crowley won't forgive me for this one, but alas. The people want what they want!

So this was all the way back in the 18th century.

Crowley and I had made our ways to a small english village for work, nothing grand, just a minor miracle and the smallest demonic intervention. You can imagine my surprise when we realised that we were staying in the same lodgings! His room, just down the hall from mine!

Anyway, I digress. After work, we would visit a local tavern to discuss how our days went and have some downtime before eventually turning in. Pretending to be human so the locals weren't startled by our staying up all night to do... well, angelic or demonic things.

It was then we had the unfortunate luck to be approached by a gang of ruffians, saying they didn't like seeing "mollie boys" in their town. I knew what they meant, of course, and thought it'd be best if we just left with a quick miracle for them to forget about us so we could leave and head back to our rooms

Crowley, of course, had other plans.

With a scrape of his chair, he stands up and glares at the human in charge. I do remember the hairs on my corporation raising as I felt the static between them. The leader cowered away rather quickly and said all this nonsense about not wanting to start any trouble.

And that's when Crowley said: "If you don't like "mollie boysss" so much, why don't you fuck off and leave us alone then?"

I'm quite certain the chap saw Crowley's eyes then. They were close enough, and the tavern was rather brightly lit...

The leader took his squadron away rather quickly after that, saying we weren't worth the trouble after all.

Crowley was loathe to be praised about it. And I thought that would be the only instance we'd see of their horrendous manner.

But no. Now, this is where Crowley's acts of kindness come in.

On our way back to our lodgings, we saw that same gang again. Only this time, they were stalking some poor fellow off behind a house. At first, I thought perhaps we ought not get involved, free will, and all of that, and humans will do what they want outside of our gaze. But then they started chasing the poor boy!

Convinced they were not only going to bark, but bite the stranger we followed after them. Before they managed to hurt him, we stopped them all in time, frozen while we discussed what to do.

Now. This village was rather close to a bog. Not too deep, but it was deep enough that one would have a somewhat hard time getting out.

Crowley had suggested we send them there. Stuck and waist deep in muck, having to wait till someone passes by on the road to help them out.

I thought perhaps that was going easy on them.

In my... annoyance I commanded their attentions and spoke to them with all the grace and wrath I could muster.

"This night, you have done a disservice to God. In your hatred of your fellow man, you have forgotten to love him as your neighbour. To hate man is to hate God. You will think about this and you will weep. Till you can't anymore, and your eyes will sting with the pain that your hatred caused. Only when you repent will you be free of this misery. Only then, perhaps, God will accept you into their kingdom once more."

Really, it was an unnecessarily long speech. But I cannot help but monologue.

I sent them away with a miracle, their eyes already shedding tears when they saw my true form. Regrettably, I was so upset it had come out on its own.

Meanwhile, with the grace of... someone. Crowley woke up the human that had been targeted by the gang. Poor thing had been startled by the disappearance of the other humans, and Crowley had to make him calm with a soothing miracle.

It did help. The way he spoke to the fellow, whose name was Thomas, you'd have thought he was an angel.

We figured out where the poor thing lived, and we walked him home, learned about his life and his family.

Thomas was the sole carer of his elderly father, who can no longer walk or really take care of himself as he used to. His sister had skipped town to avoid the responsibility of it and had told Thomas their father hadn't deserved it. But the boy had only love in his heart, and we could see he had a difficult relationship with him. Of course, when humans are this sad about things, they tend to seek joy to make up for it. This is when he met Ben. It turns out he had been caught by the gang before, when he had been kissing Ben behind the stables just outside of town.

Of course, we pitied him, and Crowley, lovely demon that he is, gave him a rather hefty amount of money and told him to leave town one day. When he was ready to and when his father had passed on. There are places that are safe. They just need to be found.

I don't think Crowley was expecting the hug.

Needless to say, that was one of the many times Crowley's shown kindness to someone other than me. He likes to say he isn't, but don't let him fool you.

#cw homophobia #Just in case any dearies would rather not read about it but it has a lovely ending I assure you!#aziraphale posts #ask aziraphale #correspondence

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daily-mao-isara · 1 year

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Day 163 : Manga club scout story Chapter 1 translation!

Writer : Nishioka Maiko

Oh no oh no I'll be late for school at this rate!

Why did I forget to set the alarm for today!?

[Tardiness Eradication Week] just started yesterday!

The student body president, who is in charge of enforcing the rules, can't be expected to be late, can he?!

And we have a little boy* who is always nagging at me about it.

If I'm late, they'll keep picking me for the next year~. please forgive me for that~

Anyway. I have to run with all my might and get to school as soon as possible!

Haa- Haaa- Well, okay, I think I can make it...

Uwaah?!

Ouch, because I entered the T-junction without looking carefully, I bumped into someone with all my heart~

Oh, someone fell over there!

Sorry ! Are you okay!?

Keito : Damn. What a disaster.

Mao : Let's see. Hasumi-senpai...what are you doing?

Keito : It's inexcusable. Who would jump out at such a blind spot?

I'm sorry about that. I think it is rude to a senpai, but let me say this ... what are you doing?

Keito : Senpai? Me? You've been talking nonsense.

I don't know what you're talking about. And it should be easy to guess what I'm doing.

Mao : I'm asking because I don't know anything about it?

Keito : Huh...I don't have a choice. If you want to know so badly, I'll tell you.

No matter how you look at it, I was on my way to school.

.... What?

Mmm. Oh, no. This is no time for idle chitchat, the bell's about to ring. I have to hurry to school, I can't be late on the first day.

I'm glad neither of us got hurt this time, but be careful next time. okay?

Goodbye then.

Did he hit his head? And going to school...

He already graduated...

Hah... Hah... Good for me. Somehow I managed to avoid being late at the last minute...

Hokuto : Good morning, Isara. You're unusually late.

Ah~······ Good morning. I'm tired~ I sprinted for the first time in a while.

Makoto : Haha. But I'm glad you're just in time. The bell hasn't rang yet.

Subaru :

Sari~, good morning! What happened today? You've been so careful since you became the student council president.

No~ I forgot to set my alarm and woke up later than usual.. But that wasn't all.

I got caught up in a strange thing on the way here~

Subaru :

That's not all? What do you mean?

Mao :

Hmmm. What was that all about? I don't know how to explain...

Hey. The bell is ringing. You guys, get your asses to your seats.

Makoto : Hmm? Oh, the teacher's here.

Mao :

Whoa. That's right. I'll talk to you later about this morning.

( Huh? Sagami-sensei was our homeroom teacher ?)

( Strange things seems to keep happening today~?)

(Or rather, it might be more correct to say that there is a sense of contradiction from start to finish.)

Sagami :

I have an important announcement to make today. A transfer student is coming to this class! Let's all get along!

( A transfer student? Do you mean Anzu?

Who's Anzu?)

(No. Wait wait. Anzu is our producer , right? Why did I feel like I didn't know who she is for a second?)

(Today is all about this~. I feel like my head is clouded and I can't feel refreshed.)

-Then transfer student. Come on in.

Nice to meet you. My name is Keito Hasumi, and I've just started at this school today.

Nice to meet you.

Mao :

Ah! That weird Hasumi-senpai I bumped into this morning!

Or rather, you graduated last year, didn't you, Hasumi-senpai?

Why are you enrolling in school again? What's more, you've been wearing women's clothes all the time. Is this some kind of punishment?

Keito :

You're from this morning...

Sagami : What's this? You know Isara? Then that's perfect. Go sit next to him.

Mao :

I wish you wouldn't go on and on about it! I mean, this situation is ridiculous!

Keito : You and I have something in common. I look forward to working with you..

Huh?

I mean. On second thought, this situation...

On my way to school in the morning, I bumped into a girl (?) and it turned out that she was a transfer student.

It's a common development in romantic comedies in manga, isn't it?

Mao : Oh, give me a break! I don't like this kind of atmosphere !!!!

* Translator Note : he means tori

#enstars #mao isara #makoto yuuki #subaru akehoshi #hokuto hidaka #keito hasumi #jin sagami #ensemble stars translation #im only doing this chapter.... for now. ill see if i dont have anything to post but #even only screenshotting the entirety of the story is tiring

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HURRY UP I DONT KNOW IF DOISE CAN FIGHT FAKE PEDDITO BY HIMSELF (even tho i love him lots)

Also, i hope gusto and peddito are able to make up 💔💔

“Look, Gusto… I’m-a sorry for-a leaving you and the others behind, I really am. If-a we could, we would’ve done it already, but it’s-a just that… uhh…” Gusto: “Okay, I’ve heard enough. This is what you come up for an apology? I may-a be a dumb sack of potatoes (as Meister Stiff said), but at-a least I know that I’m-a DONE with this-a nonsense! I’m-a DONE! You and Doise abandoned us here when we were at our-a worst point yet! Even your… your… came back here, and-a he couldn’t come up with anything as well! One thing STAYED consistent—and THAT was your awful APOLOGIES!”

Gusto: “I hoped. I hoped, even though it-a seemed impossible, that-a you would come back someday when you first left. I really did. With each day passing, I started losing more and more faith… until it-a just… was gone. Do you know what-a that-a feels like, Peddito?” “…” Gusto: “I didn’t think so.” Both sat in silence for a moment, as a deep look of regret formed on Peddito’s face. He truly regretted what he did, all those several decades ago. He really did. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to fix their long broken relationship… until something clicked in his head. “Gusto?” Gusto: “…What?” Peddito took a deep breath, as he made eye contact with Gusto, letting him know that he did have to say something in particular. “We—I couldn’t get to you, Gusto. When we found-a the portal that-a just-a appeared out of nowhere one day, the first thing I planned to do after going in to check the strange surroundings inside there was to get-a you and the others. But-a the portal was-a closing in fast when we looked back. We desperately ran as fast as we could towards the portal… we just kept running, and running, and running—yet, we never made it. We never did. You’re-a not the only one who spent eternity stranded in an otherworldly dimension, trying to keep ourselves alive. Each time I slept, I thought of you and the others. Lost. Frightened. Confused. Each time, I woke up, with heavy amounts of-a regrets chained to me. With each day passing, I started losing faith, until it-a just… was gone. Do you know what-a that-a feels like, Gusto?” Once again, both were in silence. Gusto: “…” “…” “…I’m-a sorry, Gusto. I hope that you can forgive me.” Gusto: “…” Gusto: “…I’m-a sorry too.”

For a moment, they looked at each other for the third time in a row—as they weirdly started to laugh about the whole thing, laughing on and on… before hugging each other, crying out waterfalls. Both of them had never been this both happy and sad at the same time.

This time, they finally understood each other, even after everything they’ve gone through.

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Meanwhile, the gang was busily traveling through the depths of the white void—wanting to both save Doise and an entire dimension at hand.

“WAIT! STOP EVERYTHING!”

Then, everyone stopped in their tracks, as they all looked towards Pizzamancer in annoyance, hesitance, confusion… you get the idea.

“Do we even know where we’re going? And plus, GET THIS RAT OFF MY BACK!”

He shook furiously, as Cement (who thought he was getting a casual free ride) desperately hanged on for his life.

“I don’t know, maybe you should’ve thought of that BEFORE we wasted several minutes of our time running into pretty much towards nowhere, jackass!”

Several agreements came and went after Doisette’s sentiment.

Meister Stiff: “Maybe that portal up there should solve our dilemma!”

Meister Stiff then proceeded to point upwards, due to the propeller hat allowing him to be way up in the air and to be able to notice things that most people wouldn’t notice.

There was, indeed, a portal up above them.

“How did we miss that?” Both Doise Chan and Peeperman exclaimed.

Eigilante: “They don’t pay me enough for this…”

Meister Stiff: “Nobody pays you—you just like to beat up people.”

Eigilante: “Oh, right.”

“WHATEVER! Let’s go in there immediately; we’re wasting time!”

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cookiewarriorexpert · 2 years

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(Submas and ghost MASHUP TIME! I might do one about being phantoms of the opera!)

The Train Phantoms (Yan! Phantom! Ingo and Emmet x Conductor! Reader)

🔞

No good, you thought when you were promoted to Subway boss fulfilling your dream of conductor but a bad thing happened that day, a secret that now you must keep for the innocence of the passengers.

Phantoms, two phantoms haunted the subway, scaring staff and people alike no matter the time, as a Subway Boss you must make sure that their presence is unnoticeable by passengers making up lies.

“The Lights were getting fixed.”

“Some mechanics are taking a look at one of the railroads.”

“Oh! Our employees take routinely checkups.”

It was hard but you managed to keep the passengers blind to the hauntings.

But you then saw them, two figures staring at you but their faces weren’t visible but you knew that they stared at you, but no one saw them only you that day.

But the next day, you received a letter and a small box with sweets. That’s how it was for the next few months.

A letter with a box of sweets that are your favorite but they’ll maybe shake it up and instead of sweets, your favorite snacks or a cake that was decorated in a way that you haven’t seen on the internet or even other bakeries.

The letter’s contents might be different everyday, some tips for being a good conductor, a warning about certain people doing things that will definitely get them ban from the Subway, and maybe a long poetic letter saying a lot of things from complements to even things that were unhinged and make you blush uncontrollably.

It was like two people were in on the letters and gifts, so you were watching everyone’s moves determined to find the admirers, you jot it down to the staff but almost all of them either were currently dating or they were already married, but the very few who weren’t dating were just uninterested in love at the moment or they didn’t know how to express it.

So that led you back to square one, but you also had frustrations with the phantoms that haunted the station, the sightings of the phantoms were lessening, but now only staff were seeing them, going when no one was there, some few even reporting they go in or out of your office.

What were they doing? They didn’t seem to move anything, were they possibly giving you the letters and gifts.

Nonsense! You scoffed.

You soon found yourself getting close to a man that was obviously interested in dating you.

But then he disappeared without a trace, you were obviously hurt thinking that he was just using you for your popularity. So you threw you back in your work to forget about him and it did until you fell sick.

But when you woke up in your bed you saw that a bowl of hot soup and a letter was with it you read it, it was the admirers, and they sound displeased when they mention your date, and they sounded like you cheated on them even though you never even dated them, but they forgive you and warned you to not dare anyone else and they’ll soon meet you in person.

You felt a little shaken up about the claims but you ate the soup and you felt better when tasting it.

You were careful around anyone who were interested in you, not wanting them to date you, for you were suspicious that the two people were probably the ones that made your last boyfriend disappear.

But with the phantoms they seem to increase and now everyone was on their toes, reports were flooding but they all said the same thing.

You needed to get them to stop, and by that you needed a way of communicating with them.

So you ordered everyone in staff to go home and that you’ll work overnight.

Everything felt empty the moment you locked the doors, you walked the hallways, not a sound, not even a chitter of a pokémon dare to make a sound.

You began to make your way to your office, you took off your cap and rubbed your eyes, tiredness wasn’t going to take your chance to see the phantoms yourself, not even seeing them ever since you saw them on that day.

You sat in you office, awaiting their presence, but seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days.

You felt your eyes narrow themselves and tiredness started to close your eyes until you saw something in the corner of your eyes, a figure walking close to you, you cocked your head to see a person in white, you took a step back surprised.

“Your hat is tilted! Got to look verrrrrrrry professional.” Said the figure as he grinned.

“Are you one of the Subway phantoms?” You asked feeling your voice was in fear.

“That’s what they call us! But you can call me Emmet, and you must be verrrrry desperate to make us stop from doing our job as Subway bosses.” Said Emmet.

“Us? Who’s the other person?” You asked.

“Oh! Ingo! His name is Ingo and he’s right behind you!” He giggled.

“Greetings dear, I apologize for not introducing myself must feel spooked seeing my brother and I.” Said Ingo, you jumped and saw the man in black.

“Ah! Sorry, but I really need to ask you to stop appearing, passengers are starting to get scared and the staff are getting nightmares about you two. What do you two want? I can do my best and provide it if it’s something that you really desire it.” You offered, desperation was in your face, the two looked at each other, Emmet grinned excitedly while Ingo nodded, like they were speaking telepathically.

“What time is it?” Ingo asked.

“Umm, 12:56, why?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Emmet instantly grabbed your arms and pinned you to the wall as he grinned widely.

“We want you~” He said as he went closer to your face.

Click*

You looked up, handcuffs, you looked at them, Ingo was locking the door and covered the windows as Emmet was positioning you on top of your desk carefully to put up the numerous files and papers.

“Perfect~ We are going to have a verrrrrry delightful time together.” Said Emmet as he unbuttoned your shirt and revealing your bare body, you swore you never saw such excitement in a ghost’s eyes.

His arm extended to your shoulder, grabbing it and made you sit up on your desk, he instantly went to your neck and began to suck on your skin, you felt yourself breathing heavily as emmet made his way to your lips.

Ingo made his move, gently groping your breasts as he began to take off your pants, you felt his gloved fingers playing with your entrance a tiny bit before catching you off guard with a sudden speed inside your entrance.

Emmet also took this as an opportunity to capture your mouth, shoving his tongue down your throat as he quickly overwhelming your tongue with his impatient one.

Ingo then picked you up away from Emmet who was staring at your panting lewd face, you were quelling your thirst for oxygen only to have ingo shove his face into yours, emmet quickly slithered his tongue into your entrance licking every corner clean, you moaned loudly and screamed their names for the entire time begging for more as you cried from overstimulation.

But your pleas for letting you rest were falling on deaf ears, your begs for more, well that’s something they’ll do.

Bite marks, scratches, bruises, hickeys, even cuts were all over you by the time they were done, and when they were they just backed away as they took off the restraints, you sat up and try to walk on the ground only to limp and depending on your desk like you were wearing roller skates.

They seemed so smug about it, your surprised and shocked face with heavy breathing as your bare body was covered in their marks along with your messed up uniform and a tilted hat covering half of your face.

That day you called in sick and left for home as quickly as possible covering yourself and washing your clothes as you bandaged all of their cuts and bruises.

You sat on the couch while questioning all of your life choices, you wondered why the phantoms would be suddenly attracted to you, you were just the subway boss, a conductor. So what was the answer? Maybe the phantoms were attracted because you were the top boss of the gear station, they were wearing a uniform that was similar to yours, maybe they had an unfinished desire, to be the strongest of the gear station.

Or maybe, just maybe they wanted vengeance on their tormentor.

But for the past few days that you call in sick people never saw them, passengers and staff were both relieved. The staff questioned you on what did you do to keep the phantoms at bay, but you were very vague.

But from that day forward, they made a contract with you, in exchange for them being at bay, you must stay an entire night with them, and let them pleasure you.

Not that you were uncomfortable with it, you were more surprised by this, two phantoms wanted you? Some people would have called you crazy if you told them what has happened for the last month.

It soon became a regular thing, you came at night and fulfill their desires, but if one or two depot agents were still stubborn about staying, then the phantoms will haunt them tenfold, well it’s mostly Emmet who does the scares for the thrill, Ingo just demand their departure.

But one night, when they were following alongside you, you asked them.

“Why are you here? It’s not every day that a phantom linger around for long, so there must be something that keeps you down here.” You said.

They stopped, Emmet and Ingo looked at eachother.

“My darling, there is something that is keeping us here but problem is, we don’t know who killed us.” Said Ingo, Emmet looked angered and frustrated.

“Okay well if you were the subway bosses, then there is a chance that the archives of the gear station contain at least some information or footage.” You said, you instantly grabbed their sleeves and dragged them to the archives, they didn’t speak against your action.

“Here it is!” You said as you opened the doors, files, too much files. You quickly went to the subway boss section and searched for them very carefully, they just stared at you.

You picked out their files, they looked over their files, you snickered at the amount of incidents that emmet caused.

“Wha-! You overflooded a train with joltiks?!” You said.

“I had to stay the night to find every joltik because they were getting ready to get the generator, Emmet ended up getting a scolding from me along with our parents.” Ingo added, Emmet only blankly stared at you two, he soon sulked in the corner, you snickered.

“Aha! Your death date!” You said.

“Isn’t it be kinda offensive if you said it like that?” Asked Ingo.

“Sorry, but! Since it’s your death date I can search up the footage and we can catch the tormentor! You can finally Rest In Peace.” You said as you wrote down their death date, Ingo only stared as Emmet was narrowing his eyes.

You quickly gone to the main control room and gone through the footage around the time, until you saw it, their killer.

A blonde dude, dressed in blue and yellow, he looked like a wanderer. Ingo and Emmet looked at the footage with zero distractions.

The man first acted like he was in trouble trapped in a railroad, Ingo and Emmet quickly grabbed his hands only to get dragged down while the man got out, ingo and emmet then got run over by a train.

The man only walked away while people and depot agents were panicking about the death of their subway bosses.

You only looked shocked and confused while Ingo and Emmet looked angry, Emmet had a terrifying smile.

“So it is him. I knew it all along!” Said Emmet as he slammed the desk, Ingo didn’t try to calm him down.

“So what do you do to your tormentor once you catch him, curse him?” You Asked but you regretted your question when you saw the look in their eyes.

They wanted his blood.

“That is one of many options a phantom could do, but it seems that we agreed on one option, but we need to track him down, before he does this to you even.” Said Ingo making Emmet perk up.

“Oh yes! Please let us control you! It’s the only way that we could ever act on him! We can’t do anything that involves almost everything but if we have a willing host we could control their actions, please!” Pleaded Emmet as he tugged on your jacket, you felt conflicted, but if it was the only action they agree on and possibly pass on……

“Fine, I agree to be your host, but be sure to not get caught.” You said, Emmet’s and Ingo’s eyes lit up, Ingo thanked you and Emmet claimed to be very careful.

They soon walked into you, you felt like a bus had hit you, you looked at your hands, you felt fine.

‘Hello darling~!’ Said Emmet, you looked around.

‘You’re in my mind? Don’t read my thoughts! Only this once Emmet, Ingo I’m not letting you do anything!’ You Thought.

‘Wow you have a vivid imagination.’ Said Ingo, your face turned red immediately.

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! ALOT OF PEOPLE CANT HELP IT!! DONT DO THIS TO ME! INGO AND EMMET I WILL BEAT UP BOTH OF YOU GUYS INTO NEXT SUNDAY!!’ You thought.

For the next few days, they were adjusting to your body, taking control on random occasions, and when they do you only think while they speak through you and do things that you don’t normally do, your body acts like them.

Example, you saw a couple doing some things in the subway tunnels, Ingo took control and now the couple were banned from the subway.

Someone was about to attack you, Emmet was ready to brawl, so when the person tried to hit your face, a strong grip got them, your surprise face turned into a sadistic grin.

“Don’t attack in this station, otherwise things are going to be verrrrrrrry bad for you.” Emmet said through you, the person was caught off guard but they still punched you only to end up getting kicked in the stomach and knocked out with chop on the neck.

A lot of people recorded the battle, the comments were hilarious about it freaking out while others made memes.

There was times where the brothers would fight for control, pokémon battles, incidents, even when you try to shower.

You avoided any reflective surface for when you looked in the mirror you see them right behind you.

But then the day came, you heard a cry for help and when you approached the figure, it was him, their killer, they were silent but you knew what they would do.

He reached out for your hand only for your hand to grab his collar, he saw that your face was twisted into a smile and a frown while your eyes turned silver.

“You really thought that we would let you free after you killed us? No, verrrrrry wrong, now go and rot for eternity, oh look your final destination.” They said in unison along with you, he looked terrified but they dropped him, he looked in horror as a train’s horn was screaming out but he was too late, the train ran over him.

Thankfully no one was around, they were all focused on their devices and those who did see it they were horrified but they thought it was that you didn’t save him in time, an accident.

You went home, you didn’t feel them controlling you, no strange presence, you gone to a reflective surface, they weren’t behind you.

You sighed in relief, but you were a little disappointed a bit, you did have fun times with them, but as you locked the door and took off your clothes to change into some pajamas, your arm stopped, you tried to move it but instead it grabbed your neck and squeezed it gently.

You were caught off guard, they didn’t leave? But how?

You heard your door twisting until it unlocked itself, footsteps were heard, and they opened the door, you looked shocked.

Why were they breathing? They had skin and their uniform!? But how? Why were you still? They weren’t even in your body.

Emmet’s arm was acting like your controlled arm, Ingo stepped closer until he pushed you to your bed and handcuffed you quickly.

Emmet let go, your arm now was restrained, Ingo narrowed his eyes as his gloved hands was touching your neck then ripping off your clothes.

Emmet grinned widely as he happily tore off your pants to reveal your entrance, as soon as it was revealed he didn’t care whether you were in pain or not because he just shoved his entire hand and began to rub harshly.

Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure but you were about to scream when Ingo captured your mouth with his, exploring every corner while playing with your breast.

But soon they explained, apparently they tricked you, they can kill their tormentors but they will pass on, but if they kill while with a willing host, they can have a second chance and their physical bodies will be reborn and they can even change events if they pleased.

So they were erased from the world, they weren’t dead now, they were well and alive like the incident never happened, and they were known as your boyfriends.

You went crazy in your mind, how could they trick you?! Why!? Why?! WHY?! You couldn’t hurt yourself, you couldn’t even plead for help, a checkmate.

They really won this game, and there isn’t going to be any rematches, not even if you pleaded to Arceus. Now you sitting on the couch as you combed emmet’s hair with your fingers.

“We are very happy that we met you, verrrrrry happy indeed.” Said Emmet as he kissed your forehead.

You could only act like their spouse, the only freedom you had was battling trainers in the triple battles. But when it was multi, oh god, Ingo and Emmet are squishing you between their bodies.

You were always desperate to win in the multi battles because if you won with ingo and emmet they weren’t going to punish you, but if you lose, oh nope, they will fuck you up against the ground until they got it out of their minds.

But it was like wanted it more, because you started to see a change in them, purposely losing to the trainers, saying to attack the obviously weaker pokémon making the more stronger Pokémon attack theirs.

You only stare in horror, but your weren’t going to lose, no no no no! Not until your last pokémon falls your aren’t going to lose to a trainer.

You managed to win many battles but when the rare occurrence when a trainer does manage to beat your team, you just look at them with hidden pleading eyes as you congratulated them for their victory along with the twins, just stay a little longer for a bit please!

#ingo and emmet #ingo x reader #yandere emmet #emmet x reader #subway boss emmet #ingo #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #emmet pkmn

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aliothbuzzsawshark · 3 months

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Notes for The Melancholy Of Yuuou

What a gift.

He stands so straight and baby boy get a belt it looks like you need it

They really are just nice siblings. Yeah some aren’t the brightest bulbs and still likely hold a bit of a grudge because of Yuo’s plan but it’s stil so sweet that they’re doing all this for him

Damn they really just pushed him out. At least Yuro waved

I DON’T LIKE FIRST POV STOP IT STOP okay thanks.

Tiny.

NO IT’S COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE I DON’T HAVE WORK TO DO, BREAKS AND OFF DAYS AREN’T EVEN IN MY CONTRACT!

Nicely animated swing? Also we’ve seen this park before right

*Shaking Konami by the shoulders* WHAT EVEN WAS YUO’S PLOT? WAS IT JUST RECORDIBG YUGA SAYING “yeah sure why not lol” BECAUSE THAT’S STUPID. I KNOW YUO’S SMARTER THAN THINKING THAT WOULD WORK WITHOUT THE DUEL MAKER

Sliding down sound affects. while in heels like a madman. We love to see Romin have a flair for the dramatics.

Sorry, this is my one single off day since I was five and I’d rather contemplate my siblings and current situation while alone on the kiddie swings than be in a magical girl anime

Gakuto came out of the dog house because he’s a bitch

get him a nap he looks like he needs one

Not me simultaneously gasping with Yuo at the threat “curry.”

YO I CAN COOK UP YUO AND ROMIN PARALLELS LIKE ROMIN COOKS UP CURRY as in insane

LET HER COOK

that was such a genuine scream for a wave of curry

Romin really woke up and called Gakuto like “Hey remember our sick ass cosplays? Well what if you do that again but as therapists. No I don’t have anyone in mind but it’s still cool. Met me and the kiddie park in full cosplay I’ll work this acting like it deserves an oscar”

He’s sad and lonely and covers it up and never lets himself be truly vulnerable and like he’s 11 he should be playing with Barbie dolls and having friends not being alone at your job thinking about how much you’re siblings must hate you

Romin is so bad at comforting I love that for her

Roa stop being Cunty

Anyways while recaps happens *thinks back to the Yuo is just like me post* AHAHA OH

These guitars go hard man

WE LOVE A LIAR YASSSSS

HE’S HIS PUPPET.

Kill Roa thank you Luke

THEY’RE BOTH POWER HUNGRY AND PUT THAT OVER THEIR LOVED ONES *Shaking you up and down over Yuo and Luke parallels over and over*

WACK HIM WITH THE MAGICAL GIRL STICK. BONK HIM. DESTROY HIM.

it’s now just 10 minutes I talk too much

Damn he didn’t even get ice cream for himself never mind lol

Yuo’s VA is so good at screaming no wonder he’s Izuku. Also why is that the default reactions to anything happening he dislikes/didn’t predict

Anyways now that it’s been revealed it’s a birthday time to get cake for meee <3

Oh Luke hired Mimi back? That’s actually really nice good job Luke

HELL YEAH FIRST FLASHBACK TO SWIRLY LET’S GOOO

Also yeah the Reborn event probably happened on Yuo’s birthday. Poor guy

Small hands.

NO NO NO HE DOESN’T THINK HE’S WORTH CELEBRATING MMMMMNOOOOO

am. am I going to cry to Yuo knowing how much he caused and how he almost fucked over peoples lives and how he’s dealing with that

Welcome to the part of the notes with more projecting

Yuo is such a fascinating character. Like, yeah, in his very business and logical heavy mind, how could he repay the pain he must have given. He doesn’t expect forgiveness, he doesn’t expect people to like him, that’s his business side. That compares to his puppeteering side, a side of him begging to see his puppets beg for even implying a chance of winning after being beaten, a side knowing he’ll be the star of the show with his Ashurastar. But he’s still human, still an eleven year old that has human wants like love. This is a huge ass rant oopies

He wants to be a good sibling so bad that he’s now just going with the nonsense

“Just what kind of life have you led Yuuou-kun“ is the nice way of saying “what the fuck is wrong with you”

ROMIN A DOLL IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS TO PRACTICE WITH HE VIEWS THEM AS SERVANTS TO HIS POWER

“Thannnn…anmmisszamm…THANKS FOR NOTHING!” Proceeds to sigh in self disappointment

USE THE POWER OF RACISM GAKUTO. OKAY

What a mood man

Mmmmmm I have too many words to say about the party and Yuo’s reaction

AAACHDDGGSSHIYCDJHFGJMMMMMMM

It’s so sweet and nice and Yuo looks so so happy and everyone is having a good time and I feel like I’m going to cry

After all this…he gets to bonk. Also Gakuto in drag fits weirdly well

EE THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE LIKE LITTLE KIDS WITHOUT ANY RESPONSIBILITIES

Obsessed.

Ooooooo that’s a great ending. Everyone is having a great time and then just the sudden flashbacks and reassurging memories. Yuo can still have fun but at the back of his mind it’s still there. Great

#catboy tag💛#talks with buzzsaw #You’ll get Goha Lore notes tomorrow #875 words OOPS

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t0ori · 1 year

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Vinny Hong x reader part 1

a/n: there is a lot of said word sorry about it um part 2?

I woke up and then started to pick some baggy clothes and did my hair and put on a mascara then went to eat some breakfast.

After I was done with eating then I went back to my room and started packing my things and went to the airport

When I got there, I called my aunt to let her know when I get here so then I don't have to wait for her

Few hour later-----------

When I got there, you saw your aunt so I went to where she was standing.

"Hi" - she said as I walked closer to her.

"Hi"- I said as I put a fake smile on as you continued - "Jay didn't came with you?"- I asked curiously

"No, he has exams coming up, so, he is studying for it, you know you could be like a little bit like him"- she said as you just stood there without saying a word because you didn't wanted to start argue with her as the first time since you came back, then she continued- and also he have a friend here so please don't make me mad until he's going home okay?"- she asked but it was more like an order

" Okay, okay, chill, I'm not planning to argue now anyway, but if you don't mind me asking, why did you guys want me to come back to Korea now? I mean it's been years and you guys said the last time we meet that you never want to see me again, since I look like him and send me there - I said as I looked at her and it was easily to read the look on her face that she thought I would forgive them for what they did and said

"Well you know, as people say and do things that they are not really mean to do and say, but everyone makes mistake right? And we want to fix our relationship with you and make up what happened in the past , since we are a family and family are always forget, love each other and support too."- she said as her face went from the look she gave earlier to a smile face but it was easily to see that it was full of lies as always but I went along with it because I was really tried and really didn't wanted to argue

"Yeah, so that means I can keep my bike and cycling too?"- I asked happily

"Yes of course, but now let's go home everyone is waiting for us"- she said not so happily as I sked more like really mad she said

"Oh okay, then let's go not make them wait so much more"- I said as we walked to the car and put your things inside then went to home

Few minutes time skip---------

When I got to the house she showed which room I'm going to stay. After that I started unpacking my things and went to living room to sayhi to the others then went to back to my room and picked a baggy t-shirt and shorts then went the bathroom and took a shower after I was done with it Iwent to the kitchen eat something

Then went back to my room and tried to sleep, but couldn't so, I went to Jay's room

I knocked on the door and some minutes later Jay opened the door

"What's up?" – he asked

"Nothing, just can't sleep and were wondering if you and your friend want to go biking a little?"- I said making puppy eyes so he wouldn't say no or I thought so

"We aren't in the mood and have to study so no, also mom here so that's why too" – he said as turning his face aside to see if his mother is nearly

"Alright, then I'm not bothering you anymore, bye" – I said as I walked back to my room waited for my aunt and uncle go to work and then went to your bike

"You know if my mom finds out you're out cycling you're going to have listen to her talk again" – Jay says as he walked back to the house

"Huh, where did you come from?" – I asked as looking around to see if there's anyone else out there too

"It's not important" – he said

"Oo, don't tell me, you were out cycling or even better beating up someone?" – I asked as started imaging the last sentience but it seem impossible to do so I gave up

"You're talking nonsense as always" – he says as he rolled his eyes

"Aw come on man, I'm curious" – I said hoping he would change his mind as another guy came too, I guess that's Jay's friend who's staying with us

"Hey Jay, today practice was awesome, some day you have to teach me how to that trick you did, and also why don't you give Shelly a change?" – some guy asked, I couldn't really see his face

"Let's go back inside the house, it's getting late" – Jay said to the other boy

"And for you mom is having now night time at the hospital, so no need to hurry" – Jay said to me

"Huh, since when did a girl live with you?" – the other guy asked Jay as he completely ignored him and just walked inside the house

"Hey man, wait for me" – the other guy said to Jay

As they walked inside the house I started cycling around the town seeing if anyone want to go a race against me

A few circles after I saw a crew something or whatever talking about then looking at me and then shout ifI want to race with a monkey looking assholeI didn't had anything else to do so, I saidyeah

It was easy to be told that they don't play fair games but too bad because I like those too

And after all I was right when I raced against him he tried everyway to make me lose because he made a stupid idea to whoever lose their bike is going to be destroyed

After all I won, but got a lot of bruise but who cares after all I won against that monkey too and it was fantastic what reactions he made

But I told him there is no need to destroy a bike because it's not the bike fault its owner is an idiot

Then quickly went away from there before I would get my ass beaten up and went to a small shop close where I was buy some water and food

After that I went home ate the food I paid for and went took a shower and brush my teeth

#vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker manhwa #wind breaker (road wars)

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