『Make Your Dreams Come True』⇝♡

⭒Alt. title: normal call gone booty :000

⭒Synopsis: Gojo's flirting with you over the phone, as usual, when you suddenly ask him to come over...

⭒Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, subby satoru ml, reader and Gojo are both switchy tho, afab!reader, fingering, dick riding, not clearly stated that reader/gojo are virgins but you can imagine it, reader/gojo are best friends at the start, lots of the word "baby", implied fortnite (I'm probably missing stuff but oh well)

⭒Setting: Juju high Satoru but aged up ykyk cuz his sunglasses are so mmf

⭒Notes: first post but I'm considering making this a series HELP

You and Satoru happened to be playing games together, as usual when you weren't on missions or doing schoolwork. You adjusted your headphones slightly, feeling the growing head discomfort from wearing them too long. It was worth it for Satoru, however, since he never ceased to make you laugh.

"Why would you run so far off, dude, you're gonna get sniped," you sighed, seeing how far away he was on the map.

"Pfft, I'll be fine, worry about yourself, you're one-tap."

"Maybe if my teammate decided to come help me I wouldn't be."

"You're jus' sayin' that cause you miss me."

This was the usual back-and-forth until one of you got ambushed or something. The normal flirting from Satoru while you shrugged it off with a chuckle. Though, you'd been playing for hours now, and tiredness was creeping into your skull, knocking down the filters of brain and speech one by one.

"Yeah, miss you a lot," you murmured, meaning to sound teasing. It came out all too genuine. "Wish you would come save me, Satoru."

You listened to the clacking of his keyboard, faint over your headphones. Satoru's silence made it all too easy to hear the lull in his playing, the quick pause and pickup. You looked at the map, knowing exactly what it meant. Sure enough, his ping was high-tailing it towards yours. You chuckled to yourself, feeling warmth in your chest. What a hero.

"Something funny?"

"No, no, you're just down bad for me is all," you spoke slyly.

"As if I try to hide it."

"Y'know, I reread our chats when I want an ego boost."

"You serious?" He snickered.

"Yeah. All the times you've called me gorgeous and told me I had a nice ass..."

"Wait, waitwaitwait-"

You heard the clacking of his keyboard stop entirely. Pausing, you realized and looked at your phone, tapping into your messenger. His typing bubble was up, as expected. You continued walking towards him in the game as you waited for his message to come up.

"Ok, there."

You turned to your phone and deadpanned.

S͟a͟t͟o͟r͟u͟u͟u͟u͟u͟ ͟🥺͟️͟🥺͟️͟:͟

Beautiful tits

And rack

You shook your head and hastily typed back 'nice cock' before picking up where you were. You heard his phone go off, a few seconds go by, then his seductive voice spoke to you again.

"Wanna see it, baby?"

"Bet."

He breathed out a laugh and you continued playing, occasionally speaking your mind a bit too much from grogginess. The sleep deprivation had started to show in your voice, though.

"You tired or something? Need a sleebge?"

"Yuh, I'm eepy," you yawned, rubbing one of your eyes. "But let's just finish this match."

"We're gonna lose if you're nodding off while you're getting cracked. Might as well quit while we're ahead."

"Ugh, that phrase. You sound like, fuckin', me." You cringed at your own phrasing, letting out another yawn.

"I wish I was fuckin' you."

After the moment it took your mind to register the words, you felt a response roll off of your tongue faster than you knew it was even there.

"Then come over."

You heard the usual chuckle that you and Satoru would share after something like that snake through your headphones. When you didn't join in, there was a pause.

"Are you... serious?"

A moment. A single moment was all it took in your tired mind to commit to this idea of yours.

"Did it sound like a joke, Satoru?"

You could hear his speechlessness, you could tell he was floundering like a fish right now, his keyboard, his screen, the whole match left completely forgotten. Once you'd had enough of the silence, you spoke to him again.

"I'm absolutely for real right now. Door's unlocked...

Lemme make your dreams come true."

"Ffffffuck."

You watched on your screen as a popup appeared. "THE_honored1 has disconnected." With a smile, you left the call, pulled off your headphones to let your ears breathe. You had just finished standing and stretching when there was a soft knock on your door. So uncharacteristic of Satoru.

You quickly checked your clothes and hair, just to make sure you didn't look like an absolute slob who had been in their gaming chair all day. Oh well, Satoru probably wasn't too far off from that himself.

You opened the door, only to find your friend was completely quiet, barely able to meet your eyes, though it seemed like he couldn't look away from them either. With a friendly smile, you stepped out of the way and motioned for him to enter. He stepped past you, hands in his pockets. You closed and locked the door behind him, then turned around just in time to feel an arm wrap around the small of your back and a hand gently grab your chin.

"I need to know..." He paused, taking a breath. He was basically panting, hot breath ghosting over you with each exhale. "I need to know right now... if you really meant it."

"Every word."

"You still do?"

"Of course."

At that, the hand under your chin pulled your face to his and his lips crashed into yours. You could feel him trembling as your arms wrapped over his shoulders, and you could feel his heart racing, beating right out of every artery in his body.

He felt sparks, fireworks, the whole nine yards, as he kissed you. His whole body seemed to stall like an old car as soon as his lips touched yours. His brain turned to mush- no, melted. Reduced to a boiling soup in his skull. Because finally, finally he was kissing you.

'Girl of my dreams' wasn't how he would describe you, but he'd dreamed of you. He'd literally seen you in his slumbering mind, and wished he could do more than just the occasional flirting and borderline sexting. Satoru had been fantasizing about you for years, it felt like, ever since you'd reached that casual first-name basis. He wanted to know what it would really be like. If those fantasies could be recreated.

And when you kissed back, waking him from the sloshing pool his mind had become, he tugged you close, bodies flush. He felt your breasts squish against his chest, one of your hands cupping the side of his head just under his ear, and God did it make him lightheaded as all the blood in his slovenly brain ran south. He could feel his voice in the back of his throat, threatening to let out a moan with every exhale. He struggled to hold it back, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you by acting like an animal in heat just from your kiss and your touch.

You couldn't say you weren't feeling anything yourself, though. You were sure that, without your bra, Satoru easily could've felt how your nipples were hardening, and your breath shook as one of his hands left your chin and sensually trailed down your side and up under your shirt. But, of course, these feelings weren't nearly as turbulent as Gojo's excitement and arousal, which were only hightened when your tongue slipped between his lips.

You softly leaned into him, tapping his leg with your foot to signal for him to move back. As you continued kissing him, you led him back to your bed, shoving him down to sit on the edge of it and finally letting your lips leave his. As you caught your breath, you crawled up onto him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you with eyes that screamed how bad he wanted you, panting heavily but still wanting more. Then, he chuckled.

"This isn't at all how I expected."

"Hmn?" You beckoned for him to explain, draping your arms over his shoulders and carding one hand into the hair at the base of his neck.

"It's all so backwards from how I pictured it. I always thought I would be the one to invite you over, run the show... be the one in charge, but fuck, I'm such a loser," he sighed out, trailing his hands over your waist and stomach under your shirt. To help him, you pulled it over your head and off, giving him better access and a nicer view.

"A loser? What, for having a girl on top of you?" You purred, trailing kisses along his cheek and jaw. "Please, there's at least a billion guys who'd sell their soul for that."

His voice and breathing trembled as he tilted his head to the side for you. "No, I mean... how I barely had the balls to even come over... Let alone ask you to."

"Trust me, baby, you can do anything if you're tired enough. Or if you're Satoru Gojo," you whispered, nibbling lightly on his ear. A shudder ran down his spine at that, and he felt like he could cum right then and there.

"Fuck... Keep talking like that and I won't last for shit."

"Yeah? And how do you think I feel when I'm touching myself to your messages, hmn?"

He let out a soft gasp as you ground your hips against his. His hands ran to your hips, gripping them and guiding them as they rolled.

"Saying I could last three minutes would be a generous estimate."

"God, you do that too?" He asked, voice coming out whiney. You let out a seductive chuckle that burned through his loins.

"Of course I do. Ego boost, remember?"

"You like when I call you gorgeous?" He sighed, feeling you throb against his crotch.

"Don't dislike it," you admitted. "You're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, though. Pretty boy Satoru."

He felt his rock solid cock twitch in his pants at your words, once again. He was doomed. His molten mind knew that, even as he helped you take his shirt off. And then your hands trailed down his chest and stomach, making him even dizzier.

"Don't think... I can take much more of this..." He admitted as your soft lips kissed down his shoulder. He could feel you smile against his skin.

"Hehe, awwwe, you close Satoru?" You giggled and gave a few harsh rolls of your hips, sending hot pleasure coursing through his lower half. He gasped, hands gripping you tightly.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/n, don't do that."

"Okay, baby, I think you've waited long a enough. Just how long, I wonder?"

It felt like his whole life. An eternity he'd waited for this, for the chance to watch you unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down and off of him, followed by you doing the same with your leggings. You crawled back on top of him, hovering over his thighs and holding his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself. Meanwhile, your other hand found its way into his boxers, and you could hear his breath hitch as your fingers wrapped around his length and slowly started stroking up and down.

"Y-you don't have to do that," he breathed out, a hand gripping your wrist. "Trust me, I'm as hard as I could get."

"Well, I should hope so. You're bigger than even I expected," you chuckled, stilling your hand and pulling it away.

He sighed softly and looked up at you through his pretty lashes with a smug look. "And what about you? Think you could take it? Think you're even ready to?"

You felt yourself clench on nothing at his words, feeling how intense his eyes were on yours. With a smile, you grabbed his hand and placed it at the waistband of your panties.

"Why don't you find out?"

His smile left his face, mouth opening as he took a breath. His eyes left yours to look at where his hand was, and his mind stalled only a moment before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your underwear and softly tugged them down.

He left them about halfway down your thighs and reached up to cup your sex. He drug a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were and suddenly wanting nothing more than to see how much pleasure he could bring you.

He continued pulling his finger forward until he found your clit, stopping to rub gentle circles against it. He heard a soft noise fall from your lips and watched your hips just barely twitch. God, did he want to turn you into a mess.

He looked up at you and your heated expression. "Can I...?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," you spoke, sounding the least composed he'd heard you all night. Carefully, he slipped one of his fingers between your folds, stopping at a shallow depth and curling his finger to tease you.

"You want it all the way in?" He asked with a smirk on his face and a playful lilt to his voice. You bit your lip, lidding your eyes at him, and wrapped your hand back around his cock.

You watched his whole teasing nature melt away as his cock twitched in your hand, begging for friction. Silently surrendering, he pressed his finger deeper until your cunt reached the base of his finger. He felt around your insides, watching you squirm slightly.

"'S that feel alright?"

"Yeah, you're all good."

At that, he curled his finger forward finding your g spot and feeling your walls clench around him. He added another finger and prodded against that spot. Your hips rolled against his hand as a soft moan was pulled from your lungs. The moment he heard your voice make such a heavenly sound, he was hooked. He couldn't help but move his fingers faster, try to reach deeper, and softly rub his thumb against your clit.

"Satoru," you called, somewhere between a moan and a fond chuckle. You reached a hand up to cover your mouth, only for it to be stolen away and replaced by a greedy pair of lips, drinking in every soft moan you gave. It didn't take long from there to feel a coil tightening in your abdomen, and as you pulled away from Satoru's lips for air, you leaned into him, pressing your chest to his and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Y-you really want- hah- want me to cum now?" You asked making sure he was actually alright with that fact and not just lost without a thought.

"Fuck yes, baby. And I'll make it happen again when I'm inside you, mark my fuckin' words."

Hearing this, you felt your orgasm crash into you, making you stuff your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your sob. After all, two of your walls were shared with Shoko and Utahime, and you'd prefer that neither knew what was happening (particularly Utahime).

Once your orgasm had ended and you were catching your breath, you felt Satoru pull his fingers from his cunt, letting the cool air of the room touch your slick and make it embarrassingly obvious how wet you were. You pulled away from his shoulder and looked at him, finding he had two fingers in his mouth and a dreamy look in his eyes.

You tasted absolutely delicious. If he wasn't so painfully hard and losing patience, he'd have started eating you out right then and there, not stopping until you were barely lucid. God, how gorgeous you would look like that. But it'd have to wait for next time, and he'd make sure there was a next time.

"Need a break?" He asked softly, though it would pain him to hear you say yes.

"No, no, not after you've been waiting so nicely," you murmured, kissing across Satoru's face. As you did so, you took a hand off his shoulder and used it to tug your underwear all the way off. Once he realized what you were doing, he shifted around to tug his boxers down his own legs, leaving him completely bare under you. There was only one thing keeping you from being just the same.

"You gonna keep this on the whole time?" He asked slyly as he tugged at your bra strap.

"You want it off?"

"Wanna watch 'em bounce." He turned his eyes to yours, pausing your kissing. "You wanna keep it on?"

"Well, it's..." suddenly you looked the most flustered he'd seen you. Ever. Even when he was knuckles deep in your cunt, you'd kept some sort of stoic persona. But now, suddenly, even through the dark he could tell your face was red. "It's embarrassing..."

"Why's that?" He cooed, pulling you close so he could kiss along your shoulder.

"Whaddya mean, 'why-"

"I mean, it shouldn't be embarrassing around me. I worship you. It hasn't changed yet, why now?"

You thought through his words for a second, then sighed and grabbed both of his wrists, pulling them to your shoulder blades.

"...go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's like you said. Why not?"

He gave you a soft look and pressed an even softer kiss to your lips as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and carefully pulled it off of you, leaving you completely bare and with an urge to cover yourself as you felt your nipples harden even further with the cool air.

"'S okay, yeah?" He asked reassuringly, dropping his hands to your waist. When you nodded, he leaned forward and trailed kisses along your chest and both of your mounds. Your breath shook as you watched him and how his eyes would occasionally meet yours, making sure you knew how much he loved you and your body. After a bit more kissing, and some hickey-leving and groping, his lips lifted to meet yours, and his hands returned to his waist.

"You ready yet?" You sighed out, pulling your mouth from his.

"I've been ready for an hour, baby," he laughed, his enthusiasm returning.

"You sure?" You cooed playfully.

With a frustrated look on his face, you felt Satoru tug your hips down, pressing his cock against your folds. You bit your lip, feeling yourself throb and softly grind against him. He loosened his grip and you took that moment to lift yourself up enough for you to grab his length and line it up with your entrance.

You both exchanged a glance before he helped you ease down onto his cock, blissful sighs leaving both your throats. You felt Satoru whisper out his thousandth curse of the night and bury his face into the crook of your neck, letting out shaky whimpers as you continued to ease down.

"D-don't worry about- hah- t-taking it all..." he reassured, no longer helping you down - letting you go at your own pace.

"I can fit it," you murmur, continuing your careful decent down onto him.

"God, you're so hot inside. F-feels like I'm melting... All cause of me..."

You meant to chuckle, but it came out as more of a near-silent whimper as you sat down fully, feeling the tip of his cock kiss depths inside you that had never been reached before.

"You really did fit it all," he sighed out, an obvious smile on his face even though you couldn't see it. "You're a fucking angel."

He ran his tongue over several of the hickies he'd left along your neck and shoulder, all easy to hide, as per your request. You rested where you were, trying to get used to his length being the full way inside you.

"You alright?" He leaned back slightly, pulling your chin so you face him. "You're so quiet. You short-circuitting?"

You wiggled your hips and smiled at him, watching his lashes twitch as his eyes threatened to roll back at just that. "I could ask you the same thing," you purred between soft breaths. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist in a way that was hug-like. One of his hands reached down under one of your thighs and attempted to lift you up, but you stayed put, clenching your walls around him and hearing him let out a shaky breath.

"Can't wait, baby," he whimpered softly. "Can't wait. Please move."

Indulging his sweet, pathetic pleads, you lifted yourself up slowly and sat back down, the feeling of his tip ramming into a certain spot inside you making you clamp down on him once more. His arms tightened around you. "Shit," he let out a sobbing whisper.

"You're so shy right now, Satoru," you cooed, trying embarrassingly hard to keep your voice from cracking. "What happened to all the talk you give me over our calls?" With that, you slid yourself back up and down. The resulting sound that graced your ears was glorious. Right next to your ear, you heard the great Satoru Gojo squeak. So vulnerable.

You picked up these movements at a slow and steady pace, not wanting to overwhelm Satoru, but make him feel amazing. And amazing he felt, dizzy and with his soup-mind more than numb. His soft grunts told you that much.

Everytime his tip prodded against a sweet spot inside you, you wanted to slam yourself down onto him and feel it again, but you knew Satoru wouldn't last if you went too rough. Right now, his arms around your waist pulling you up and down told you what pace he wanted as he steadily pulled you faster. You slipped a hand up his neck and into his hair, tugging softly to hear more of his voice. As the speed mixed with pleasure started making it impossible to keep quiet, you pressed your mouth to the top of his head.

It was clear he knew he was hitting a good spot, as he kept angling his hips to reach that spot with every bounce. One of his hands reached down to rub at your clit and, in your mind, there was the thought that you might actually cum first.

"Fuuuck, I'm close," he whined out, and you could feel his hips twitching up in an attempt to meet your bounces. Between your moans, you whimpered out a "me too."

He started tugging your hips up and down faster, and his hips struggled to meet yours to ram into the very back of your cunt. You yelped the first time his tip slammed into that sweet spot, and hid your face in the side of his head, recalling your wall-mates.

It took barely 30 seconds for your orgasm to wash over you. At the last moment, Satoru grabbed your face and shoved his tongue down your throat, lapping up your orgasmic mewls and keeping you somewhat quiet. Your cunt squeezed his cock tight, and one more thrust did it for him, sending his eyes up and back into his skull as he saw white. Without a thought of hesitation, he pumped your insides full of his cum, orgasming harder than he'd ever felt in his life, and it only felt better at the thought of making you all his.

His lips still stuck to yours as you both attempted to catch your breath. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, only to lean back in and give you a real kiss, making you whimper.

"I fucking love you, Y/n," he sighed out as he pulled away, looking back into your eyes with a gaze so genuine, it made you freeze. "This... this is a terrible way to ask, probably top 5 worst ways, but... will you be my girlfriend?"

You sighed out a laugh and pulled his lips back to yours, kissing him with a completely different intention now. "How could I say no to you, honey? Heh, and you called yourself a loser," you shook your head. "Would a loser be in this situation?"

He rolled his eyes at you and pecked you on the lips. You gave him a soft smile, but yelped as you felt him swing you around, tossing your back down onto the bed. Your mind caught up just in time to see him on top of you with a dopey smile on his face.

"So, Sweetheart, you wanna go again?"

BONUS: The Morning After

After spending the morning making sure that your legs still worked, your hickies were covered, and that no one was around to see Satoru leave your room, you met with your classmates as if it were any normal morning. It seemed like one too, as you greeted everyone, including Satoru. He'd waited for you to text him that everyone had already left, so he was the last one out.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," you waved.

"If I had known you would be so late, I would've came and woken you up myself," Geto sighed. You quietly thanked God that Geto didn't attempt to do that.

"Hey you guys," Shoko waved. You felt nervousness in your chest at how amused she seemed.

"Did you have fun last night?"

Your stomach dropped, and you slowly turned to Shoko, finding a smug look on her face. Geto look confused, but knew something was up when he saw the terrified stares of you and Satoru.

"What happened?"

"Nothing important," Satoru waved his hand dismissively with a sigh, but his face was red too.

"I'll tell ya later, " Shoko leaned over and whispered to Geto.

"What're you idiots making such a big deal about?" Utahime asked, looking at you and Satoru's expressions.

"Hey, Utahime, you didn't happen to hear any weird noises last night, didya?" Shoko asked, leaning around you to look at her.

"I did, actually. Around 11, I think. Why?"

"Nothing, just making sure I wasn't hallucinating or something," she brushed it off, continuing to smirk at you and Satoru. At that Utahime left with a suspicious look.

Geto suddenly put the pieces together, eyes widening. "Wait. You two..."

Shoko nodded with a knowing 'mhm'.

With a look over his shoulder to make sure that Utahime was really gone and Mei Mei wasn't looking, Satoru reached over and tugged your collar to the side, displaying a blue hickey. You slapped his hand away, looking at him with a beat red face.

"Satoru!" You gasped.

"Oh, we're dating, by the way." He spoke coolly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Took you long enough," Geto rolled his eyes.

"I told you, man, I had a plan this whole time."

"Last I checked, that wasn't at all the plan."

"Well, I had to make some... situational changes."

You, Geto, and Shoko all deadpanned at his bullshittery.

"Okay, look, the point is that it worked out."

"I guess I can confirm that," you sighed.

"Is he any good?" Shoko asked, nonchalantly. "Eh, why bother asking? I could hear the answer to that last night."

"Shut up!!"

Waitwaitwait. Moon was a street racer?! 👀 Did I miss something?

He was

He quit after the car he was in hit a pedestrian. Moon was in the passenger seat when it happened.

Good morning, Pickle. My second request for the day. Please kindly consider this angsty Gorou request: Gorou can only watch as you exchange nuptial cups with Heizou. He know he has no right to stop the wedding, not when he was the one who broke up with you to woo Kokomi, only to find out later that she was only using him to get her parents off her back about her being single.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

regret ☆ gorou

CHARACTERS: gorou x reader

SYNOPSIS: gorou dumps you for kokomi (っ- ‸ - ς)

GENRE: angst 🦢

W/C: 0.8k

T/W: cussing, breaking up, cheating (if there’s any i missed let me know!)

A/N: bro i hate exams (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) my next one will also probably take eons to complete….

“WHAT THE FUCK GOROU.”

SMACK

you touch the now red mark on your face. it stings, but the ache in your heart is worse. “never talk about kokomi like that again,” gorou says with a stern tone. “tch, YOUR kokomi? i have never seen her look at you for more than 2 seconds outside of a meeting.” youre now pissed off due to gorou’s stupidity, but you cant help but feel a bit jealous, well, kokomi did just steal your lover’s heart with just a snap of her fingers.

gorou’s tail looks stiff, you notice that he does that when hes uncomfortable or angry, you take note of this. you might regret what youre going to say, but a river cannot stop flowing just because of a small inconvenience. you shall see where the future takes you. “if i upset you that much then i’ll leave. goodbye gorou,” you want to cry but your dignity tells you not to; you grab your wallet and head out the door.

before you completely close the door, you can hear a whimper, and it’s not yours.

it’s sunny outside, youre not sure if you should be grateful that theres no rain to make you feel worse, or if you should feel bad that the rest of inazuma is having a great time without you. although, no matter how clear the day was, you still manage to bump into someone.

“y/n? oh my archons, it is you! how have you been?” says the mysterious voice. “heizou?” tears are finally dripping down.

…

you slightly grip the cups in your hands, youre so excited that youre scared that the sake might spill. the moment slips by like a flash and youre already taking your last sip. you look up to see your husband, hes grinning ear to ear and so are you.

heizou looks so lovely when hes happy, but now you can see all of his emotions, whether if hes happy, sad, jealous, angry, disgusted, confused, you can see all of it and only you.

you look into the crowd, all of your friends and family are there, heizou’s side as well. theyre happy for you.

thats when you see gorou.

beside him was Sangonomiya Kokomi, Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island, what a mouthful, not to mention how bitter the title tasted in your mouth. gorou’s tail was stiff, you wonder why; his eyes were also glistening, such pretty eyes shouldnt cry….

WAITWAITWAIT

nononono, youre literally having your wedding ceremony right now, what are you thinking?…

your wedding ceremony has ended, you and heizou are now officially married.

gorou’s perspective:

“gorou? are you okay?” kokomi asks, “u-uhm yea, im fine,” gorou stutters a bit. what if he was the one up there with you. what if he was up there exchanging nuptial cups with you.

“hey kokomi?” gorou asks, “yes gorou?” kokomi responds, “im gonna get some fresh air, i’ll be right back,” kokomi nods her head, gorou presses a kiss on her forehead then exits.

he feels guilty. he kissed kokomi while thinking about you, no, he thought about you every waking second and you even appeared in his dreams. a few tears roll down his eyes. is he happy for you or jealous of heizou? all of these emotions swirling around him, and he cant tell which one hes feeling.

he feels a hand in his shoulder. he jumps, hes a bit startled, it’s you…

you look so lovely, the fabric, the design, the jewels, and just the everything made you look heavenly. he picks up a scent that he always longed for, it was yours, he just never realized it.

“were you crying gorou?…” he feels more tears coming up, did he miss you that much?

“congratulations y/n, uhm… we ended on a bad note, look i just wanna say that ‘m sorry.” a small smile appears on your face, “apology accepted, that was the past, lets focus on the present,” you gently squeeze gorou’s hand. “lets catch up some other time, yea?” you said, “y-yea,” and with that you disappeared. he feels empty.

“there you are!” kokomi’s voice rings through his ears. “m-my love!” gorou says, becoming stiff again, “look gorou, we need to talk,” her words feel stiff, uncomfortable even. “of course! anything! what do you need to talk about?” gorou asks.

“…lets split up gorou.”

….

“eh?” hes dumbfounded. “lets break up,” nonono this cant be happening, “why?… i thought you were happy, were you not?” gorou’s life was already falling apart, this was just the breaking point. “look, gorou, i have strict parents that expect me to produce… offspring, i would like to label this event ‘traumatic’ so they’ll stop bothering me for the time being. my condolences.”

why bother anymore?

NOTE FOR SAILORSTAR9: i literally had no idea what nuptial cups were before this （´∇｀''）

TAGLIST: @sailorstar9

Can you please do a Lloyd X reader Lloyd has full control over his Oni form and he gives the reader big cuddles in private so no other ninja knows about the big cuddling because Lloyd lock his door so no one interworks the cuddling jay manage to take a photo of Lloyd and the reader cuddling and jay send the photo to garmadon and Lloyd ended up chasing jay till the reader calm him down (in this au not only does Garamond not sacrifice him self but he still has his Oni form and the other ninjas know about Lloyd Oni form and this take place a month after crystallized and when Lloyd chase jay Lloyd turns back into his human form this is just pure fluff)

Hey uhm, this request is quite similar to another post I saw before. So I will be changing it up a little, hope that's okay!

So? Is it a crime to cuddle?

A Lloyd x gn! Reader. Uses They/them, fluff, and slight swearing.

"ughhh, my neck is so sore...." your blonde baby moaned as he entered your room. You looked up from your sketchbook and smiled, "Oh? Why's that?", "No clue, but I feel like shit." he answers as he falls face first into your soft bed. "Why is your bed softer than mine?" he muffled through your douve, "No clue, maybe it's because i use a different mattress than yours?" You stood from your seat and plopped right next to his head.

"Cuddles?" you ask softly, caressing his soft locks. He then proceeds to stand and began to turn into his oni form. "Make some room sweetheart." he placed you on top of him and wrapped all four of his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest, you didn't mind when he cuddled in his human form. But one night he was so upset he couldn't calm down and turned into his oni form, it was an accident but before he could leave to blow off steam, you offered to cuddle him in that state. He was hesitant, but it was you.

Overtime, he started gaining control over his form, which then resulted in the both of you making a deal. He would ONLY cuddle you in his oni form when either the both of you were upset or stressed, AND in private.

But something was itching your brain, like something was missing. The answer was given to you when you heard the *snap* of a camera. "JAY?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Lloyd Sits up, still holding you, "I WAS GONNA TELL YOU GUYS DINNER WAS READY, BUTTTT I SEE SOMETHING WAS GOING ON~"

"YOU LITTLE- I'M GONNA KILL YOU! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!" he immediately got up and ran after Jay while he was screaming. You started laughing at the two, when a ping came from your phone. It was Lloyd's father...

"Please protect my son, also tell him to meet me outside tomorrow. He has some explaining to do."

Oh boy was your oni in for it. You could practically hear Jays scream from the other side of the monastery, followed by other screams. You got up and decided to defuse the situation and tell lloyd about his father.

After some time, and during dinner...

It was silent, too silent. Usually Kai would be talking about something, or even Jay, but tonight, no words were uttered. "Ahem, so Lloyd. What was this evening's chase about?" Master Wu asked his nephew carefully. "...ask Jay since he likes intruding." he spat back, placing a slice of duck in his mouth.

"Well, Jay?", "I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS IN THERE I SWEAR! AND I DID KNOCK YOU KNOW!" he yells, crossing his arms at the end of his statement. Lloyd just rolled his eyes and kept eating, "Before I forget, lloyd your dad knows too." You said, while cutting cutting your sweet potatoes. "...HE WHAT? JAY-", "WAITWAITWAIT! I SENT IT TO THE GROUP CHAT! NOT GARMADON!" everyone started looking at each other when zane stated that they did not receive a message from him in the groupchat. "Well you did, he sent me a text. You need to meet him outside tomorrow Lloyd."

He then rested his head on top of the table, grumbling. "I didn't mean to send it to your dad lloyd, really! I must have clicked the wrong contact..." he mumbled back something but no one understood. Master Wu just sighed and just told everyone to head to bed and leave the clean up for tomorrow since it has been a long evening.

Tomorrow has arrived and Lloyd was standing next to you rubbing his eyes and yawning. You both were half asleep, when he got a call from his dad telling him he'll be there in 10 minutes. Which resulted in the both of you quickly getting up and rushing to get ready.

"Did he really have to meet this early..." your boyfriend grumbled as he placed his head on top of yours. "Well, your dad's unpredictable. No clue what he'll do next.", "That's what she said." you jabbed him lightly in response when you finally saw the ex-lord of evil's helmet appear.

"Good morning you two." he said, smiling. You smiled while Lloyd just grumbled a tired good morning in return. "First of all, please be safe when using the oni form during those intimate moments, and two, I never knew you could control your form Lloyd.", "Is it a crime to cuddle how we want, father?" he asked, slightly glaring at his father.

"That's not what I'm saying, just be careful in that form alright?" he said sighing. Lloyd nodded, "Well, i've been practicing.", "Well, let's practice together." you smiled as you felt Lloyd nodded at his father's proposal.

⁛⁘⁛

"Now that wasn't so bad was it Lloyd?" "I guess so..."

Waitwaitwait I reread your last werewolf!jason post- how did I miss they were going on patrols? How does that work? Is reader better now or still has to go easy? I am mAde of questions

"Well did they bite anyone?" Damian demanded.

"No," Bruce admitted.

"So they can be utilized-"

"Damian, nothing happened on this patrol. There was no big fight. In a melee situation we still don't know how they would react-"

Steph raised her hand, "WE know Jason will tear chunks out of anyone who tries to get to Y/N-"

"And if that happens due to friendly fire?" Bruce sighed. "Things happen. Even with all the training accidents can still-"

Jason's jaw tightened and out of the corner of his eye, Bruce watched him pull you fractionally closer. "Has anyone ever thought to ask us what we understand and what we don't?"

Your voice brings the bickering in the room to a halt and Bruce turned to look at you, "No," he admitted. "There were a lot of things neither of you knew when we brought you here."

"Well," you continue. Telling yourself that it was a full classroom and not a room of vigilantes staring at you. "We do remember everything. And we can in fact hear you. Certain instincts are just stronger."

"Such as?" Dick prompted.

"A prey drive for one," Jason snorted. "Though if we're allowed to hunt bad guys- that's what we focus on."

tight dress, loose pajamas.

❥ PAIRING: TOORU OIKAWA x GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.0k

ঞ ~ SUMMARY: Oikawa spoils you after you got promotion. During that, he discovers a new kink of yours. What shall he do with it?

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: THIS IS THE FIRST FIC OF 2023!! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Tickling Kink, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Oikawa. MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

“I’m home.” You said, your voice echoing across the hallway. “Welcome back, love.” Toru Oikawa replied while walking to the entrance. You both shared an embrace. He lifted your chin to kiss your cheeks and lips. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes! I’m sorry it took longer than usual.” Oikawa then had a reassuring laugh. “It’s okay [....]. You were celebrating your promotion after all.”

Oh, that’s right. Your colleagues wanted to host a party after you earned your promotion as an advisor. You had dinner, played party events, and even got the courage to do some karaoke. Although you enjoy your time with your co-workers, you preferred your husband over anyone else.

“Would you like anything to eat? I made some treats after practice.” He asked you. “No, thank you dear. Let’s just go to bed.” Oikawa was surprised by your answer but abided regardless. Who doesn’t want to relax after a long day at “work?”

-

Oikawa observed you silently as you removed your formal wear. He took note of your body features, such as your skin, stretchmarks, and especially your curves. You caught him staring at you twice, but he didn’t react differently. “Am I that appealing to you?” You asked him.

“Well, appealing is an understatement.” You laughed at his comment. Once you made yourself ready, you plopped down on the bed. Oikawa then pulled you closer to him. He then peppered lazy kisses on your ears, nose, cheeks, and lips.

“I missed you so much. Did you know that?” He purred, placing tiny kisses on your neck. “Mnn…” You sighed. Oikawa chuckled warmly as his hand slid under your shirt. His fingers gently traced around your skin. Well, too gently.

“Pffthehehe…” You giggled sheepishly. “Hm? Is something funny?” Oikawa asked, his fingers still rendering across your stomach. “N-no dear,” you replied. “It just… It kind of tickles when you touch me.” Oikawa then stopped abruptly and stared at you. “Does it now?” He said in disbelief. You nodded shyly and his cocky smirk appeared.

“Well then, you don’t mind if I continue, do you?” You held on to your breath. This feeling was unusual. However, it was enjoyable. You sighed and nodded hesitantly, and Oikawa kissed your lips sweetly.

“Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will be gentle.” You felt your heart race rapidly as he lifted your shirt, revealing your bare chest. You let out an anxious giggle as you felt Oikawa’s warm hands against your sides. Without warning, his fingers dug into your skin.

“Hyaah! Waitwaitwait!” You squealed. “I- I wahahasn’t-” “You didn’t need to be ready [....].” Oikawa whispered against your ear, causing you to giggle. He planted more ticklish kisses against your neck and collarbone as his fingers went under your underarms. “Ehahaha! T-Toru…!” You whined, slightly arching your back.

“What? You want me to touch you here?” Oikawa then squeezed your hardened nipples. He smiled to himself as he heard mixtures of your laughter and moans. “Just how ticklish are you?” He asked. “I’m getting kind of hungry. So excuse me if you will.” You almost shrieked as you felt teeth nibbling against your ribcage.

“Wahahaha! Nohoho!” You laughed once more. Oikawa giggled along with you as he nibbed on your skin. His hands rested on your hips as he continued down to your midriff. He nipped your navel teasingly right before stopping at your sex.

“Hehehe. Are you okay?” Oikawa asked you. From his point of view, you looked like melted jelly. Your face was red with embarrassment, and your hips and legs were trembling. But even after all of that, you were still giggling. “M-mhm..” You replied. “But you’re trembling love. Could it be that you’re turned on?” You bit your lip and squeezed your legs together. Looks like Oikawa has gotten his answer.

“C’mere you…” Oikawa purred. You immediately jolted as you felt his fingers attack your inner thighs. “WAAH! Nonono nohohot thehehere!” You whined again. “Why? Tickles too much?” Of course it did! His fingers went dangerously close to your aching spot. You twitched and squirmed every pinch, squeeze, and tickle you felt. You watched Oikawa carefully as he stripped off your pants and underwear. “Look at you. You’re all sensitive just from me tickling you.” He laughed.

“Mnnhehehe… Toru…” You moaned. “You’re so impatient baby,” He teased, “I’ll be dining on you now.” With that, Oikawa placed his mouth inside of you hungrily. You moaned happily as you felt his tongue lap around every tender bit. “Ahaahha.. T-Toru..” You whimpered. Oikawa let out reassuring hums as he rubbed your ass, stimulating you further.

“Oh god…” He grunted. “The more noises you make, the more it’s turning me on too…” He then rushed to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his erected cock. “Toru please, I… I want you…” You whined. “I want you too love, just hold on to me.” He slowly pushed himself inside of you. You threw your head back at the first thrust, but soon relaxed at the second one. Toru placed his hands on your hips, but then started to squeeze and claw on them.

“aaAAHAH?!” You cackled, desperately trying to keep your composure. “I never said I would stop~” Oikawa sang. You certainly didn’t expect this outcome. He kissed your lips as he continued to tickle you. Hearing your voice was like music to his ears.

“Ahaaahahaa! Toru! Toruuu…” You panted, still trying your best to hold on to your lover. You feel yourself tighten as every thrust strengthens. This feeling was unusual, but god–why did it feel so good? Hell, you even came before Toru did, that must have felt embarrassing. Toru then came on your stomach and collapsed beside you.

“You did…So amazing [....].” Oikawa said, wrapping his arms around you. “T-Thank you…” You hiccuped. “But I never knew I was able to feel like this during sex.” “Hmm., perhaps it’s a new kink.” Your heart jumped when you heard the word kink.

“A k-kink?!” You blushed. “Ahaha… I’m not sure about that dear.” Oikawa’s lips then curved into a sneer again. “Shall we find out again?” He asked you, wiggling his fingers impishly. “Uhh, maybe in–Waah! In the morning! In the morning!” You laughed as Oikawa tickled you once more. At this rate, the two of you won’t even have pajamas to wear anymore.

I need some advice please…so here it is since 2020 that I manifest my db, I went through a lot of methods of all kinds like many people, but without ever. Normally, when I was not feeling well, I was able to encourage myself. I discovered not long ago the states, it changed a lot my vision of things and I was very optimistic at the beginning but recently I am more and more complexed with my weight/body and the sun starts to come back so I have to buy clothes (which I didn't do anymore because of my complex for years) even if I feel good in my 4D, I have the impression that my 3D catches up with me. I get depressed a lot I don't know what to do anymore I feel like I'm missing out on my life by dint of hiding… I'd like to lose 16kg, I know it's not the kind of state I should be in but right now I just really need advice… thanks <3 :(

"i have the impression that my 3d catches up with me"

waitwaitwait…. i think this is your problem. you need to stop giving the 3d so much power and seeing the 3d and 4d as separate.

the 3d is your mind reflected. it always reflects you. the 3d is not something you HAVE to be afraid of! no one is doing that to you but yourself. it just shows you what you assume within. don‘t try to force a change in the 3d, you can only change by changing SELF. i know what it‘s like to constantly be scared of the 3d and worry about it. even when you‘re 'trying to manifest' but at the same time you are scared of what the 3d shows you, you can never really fulfill yourself.

here i explained that you need to identify with the INNER MAN. right now you are doing the opposite, you FEEL like you are stuck in this outer world with circumstances you don’t like. but that’s just tricking yourself into forgetting who you are at your core: the inner man. you are always the creator, no matter what, you constantly create what you see in the outer world. you create assumptions, fears, doubts, worries etc. but that does not mean you have to FEEL them and identify with them! once i became aware that i don’t have to FEEL like something i see outside or hear in my mind is true, i stopped caring about the 3d. if i do not feel (identify with) it, it‘s not important to me and doesn’t say anything about me.

i think fear is what stops most people. "but what if xyz happens? what if it doesnt work? what if…." where is all of that happening? in your mind. and who has complete control over your mind? YOU.

this is something you can do when the fear hits that i discovered while i was really struggling: make yourself aware that you are creating ALL OF THIS. then instead of forcing the fear away or forcing good feelings, let the fear pass over you while identifying with the inner man and see that even though it is there, you do not have to identify with it. when i did this the fear turned into pure freedom and adrenaline after a while, it was such an insane experience ngl. it felt so good and freeing. i think i‘ll make a separate post for fear sometime to explain it further.

from there you can fulfill yourself in your imagination without the constant fear nagging you. but it‘s important that you stay persistent without falling back into old states or identifying with your doubts. you created them, remember? you can choose what you feel. what‘s helpful here is seeing the 3d as a dream or (literally) as your mind. if you see something you do not like, remind yourself that‘s not you anymore and you already KNOW you have all you want because you are the creator. you don‘t have to feel urgency or ask "where are my desires?" because you already have them IN IMAGINATION, in your mind, the only thing that gets reflected.

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #83 The Tendou Household

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

Seiza: Japanese sitting position where one sits politely on your knees.

Atami is a place known as a resort town and for its hot springs. The perfect place to cleanse your soul and soak into relaxation. This is also a location in the easter egg ending of AI: The Somnium Files. This part is irrelevant. I like making people read more than necessary. 

Everyone: Ahahaha

Sarukawa: …..

Sarukawa: A dream, huh…

Sarukawa: …! 

Sarukawa: Where, am I….

Housemaid 1: Ah, Sarukawa-sama!

Sarukawa: !?

Assistant 2: Nakagami-sensei, what’s the report?

Nakagami: Our personnel and budget got cut, and we must refrain from any conspicuous actions for the time being.

Assistant 2: I knew we went too far, even if it was done in the name of capturing the Charismas. 

Nakagami: This damned decrepit country prioritizing appearance rather than results. 

Torahime: No matter, Torahime will follow Sensei to the depths of hell!

Nakagami: What’s the destination of the Charismas

(Hitting desk sound) 

Torahime: Ngagh!

Assistant 3: Please look at this!

Assistant 1: What is it

Assistant 3: This is the house where Tendou Amahiko was born, but isn’t this place…

Assistant 1: !? Don’t tell me… Tendou is…THAT Tendou!?

Assistant 3: The esteemed family behind generations worth of skilled doctors. The kind whose connections run deep in politics and finance. 

Assistant 1: Not a chance we’d even come near if this is where they’re hiding…!

Assistant 2: I’m sure the higher ups wouldn’t want any kind of conflict either…!

Assistants: ….! What do we do… To think it’s really….

Nakagami: Do not falter!

Assistants: !?

Nakagami: It’s irrelevant. Whatever the situation at hand may be, we march to capture them. 

Nakagami: No matter the risks we must take.

Assistants: ….!

Torahime: Sensei… 

(The sound of housemaids moving around) 

Sarukawa: ….

Sarukawa: Um… ‘m seriously doin’ fine here, no need to go outta yer way like that now.

Maidservant 1: How preposterous! 

Maidservant 1: Such considerate arrangements are a given when you’re a bosom friend of young master Amahiko!

Sarukawa: We ain’t no chums

Manservant: Sarukawa-samaaaaaa~! 

(Sound of running through the corridor, sliding into seiza position)

Manservant: Here, my good sir. Hair wax of the finest caliber in terms of holding power.

Sarukawa: WHA-!?

Manservant: I’m well aware of the peril and life-dangering risks Sarukawa-sama has gone through to keep his hair standing upright, no matter the cost!

Sarukawa: That’s embarrassing! The fuck did you get that from! Who told ya!

Maidservant 2: Sarukawa-samaaaa!

Sarukawa: What’s it this time!

Maidservant 2: It appears that your bosom friends have made their return. 

Sarukawa: Eh?

Maidservant 1:  Welcome back, Terra-sama!

Terra: Thaaanks~~

Manservant: Welcome, Motohashi-sama!

Iori: Sorry to keep you waiting~

Terra: It sure warmed me all up~

Rikai: Honestly, such a pleasant hot bath.

Iori: Riiight~

Sarukawa: Huh?

Iori: Ah, Saru-chan’s awake! Good morning

Rikai: Looks like you’re fine, what a relief.

Sarukawa: The hell have you guys been up to?

Fumiya: Vacation

Sarukawa: Huh!?? WUH!? EH!? HUEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!!!??

The five of them: Huh?

Sarukawa: VACATION?

The five of them: Yea

Sarukawa: While I was knocked out you went on VACATION!?

Terra: To Atami

Sarukawa: NO WAY!

Iori: The hot springs were amazing. 

Rikai: Not to mention how beautiful the ocean was.

Sarukawa: WAITwaitwait, you GOTTA be pulling my leg. What the fuck are you idiots doing 

Terra: I mean, it’s not like you were able to lift a finger or anything for a while. So we had time to kill in the meantime.

Fumiya: Then I got an idea. Now's the chance! Let’s go to Atami, like that. 

Sarukawa: Don’t just get used to this shit!!! Show some concern no matter how many times this happens!!!

Ohse: Sorry, Sarukawa-san. At the very least take this as a souvenir.

Ohse: A drawing I made of Atami’s sea.

Sarukawa: AS IF I NEED THAT!!!!!!

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the others calming him down)

Iori: Calm down, Saru-chan…! There’s a good reason for this!

Sarukawa: Hahn!?

Maidservant 1: Young master Amahiko, her ladyship is…

Amahiko: ….Understood.

Sarukawa: Hah? Ya bailed outta this place?

Fumiya: Yeah

Fumiya: The Tendous are no small-fry

Fumiya: Timing was just right to get away under the guise of you needing rest, but a new problem popped up.

Rikai: The family has been investigating us.

Rikai: What kind of people we are, what our relationship is with their precious son.

Rikai: And it’s not as if I can say that we’re a ragtag bunch of misfits, save for me.

Terra: Why? Nothing’s stopping you

Rikai: Absolutely not! Amahiko-san’s the worst one of all!

Iori: That’s why, Saru-chan, we had to take shelter for a bit.

Iori: A vacation in name only.

Ohse: It was all an act. 

Sarukawa: …..

Sarukawa: That’s what’s up, huh

Sarukawa: So, wasn’t like y’all actually went out on a lil’ trip, huh

The five of them: No, we did.

Sarukawa: YOU DID GO!?

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the others calming him down)

Maidservant 2: Everyone?

Four of them: Wuh!

Maidservant 2:  Dinner has been arranged.

Four of them: …

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: …….

Rikai: Terrific…

Ohse: Is such a thing really okay…

Iori: …Unbearable---

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: …….

Terra: YUM! I think Terra-kun’s gotta go for seconds

Fumiya: Unfair, Terra, I want too. Excuse meeeeee

(Sound of a small whistle being blown)

Rikai: You two…! Your behaviour…! And how can you two be so unbothered?

Ohse: Where’s Amahiko-san?

Iori: Dunnooo

Rikai: And where did Saru go?

Iori: Drinking his sorrows away alone in his room

Ohsa: Uwah… 

Amahiko’s mother: Is it to your liking?

The four of them: Wah!

(Rikai being flustered)

Rikai: Terra-san, Fumiya-san…! Seiza…! Straighten your back and…! C’mon, hurry…!

Amahiko’s mother: My apologies for showing up during your meal.

Four of them: No no not at all, Ma’am

Amahiko’s mother: Once again, I am Amahiko’s mother.

Amahiko’s mother: Thank you for always taking care of my son.

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya:  No no no it’s us who should say so, don’t mention it at all.

Amahiko’s mother: How do I say… What sort of person is Amahiko you all… 

Rikai: …Eh?

Amahiko’s mother: Ah, please excuse my impoliteness.

Amahiko’s mother: He never mentions anything to us.

Amahiko’s mother: Could you kindly tell me about it, if that is alright with you all?

Rikai: …Ah

Amahiko’s mother:  What is his occupation at the moment?

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: HUH!?

Amahiko’s mother: Eh?

Rikai: Huh?

Amahiko’s mother: Hm?

Iori: Wha?

Amahiko’s mother: Uh huh?

Ohse: Mhm?

Amahiko’s mother: ?

Fumiya: ?

Amahiko’s mother: Did I ask something I shouldn’t have..?

Terra: Amahiko-san’s job, right? He’s the World Se--

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Huh? World?

Rikai: Ah, no, ah, uuum, well, you see with world, um, yes world yes, um right ma’am you see, it’s it’s it’s that yes Yes uuum Amahiko-san’s work is world, um, Yes! Basically the world! Amahiko-san goes around the world, doing all kinds of wonderful labor!

Amahiko’s mother: Oh my! That’s overseas then.

Rikai: Exactly!

Amahiko’s mother: And what does he do overseas specifically?

Rikai: EH!? 

Terra: Stripping and pole da-…

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Excuse me?? Stripping????

Rikai: With stripping he means, um, that, that there’s a lot of circumstances surrounding it which Minato Ohse-kun will explain further.

Ohse: Wha-!! You jest, milord!

Rikai: You can do it.

Ohse: …! Um… stripping is like, um, uuuh… poop…? No not poop, absolutely not poop…!

Ohse: …!

Iori: With stripping it’s not meant in the sense of taking off clothes, but stripping yourself of any prejudice towards others.

Amahiko’s mother: Huh

Iori: In other words, Amahiko’s work overseas pertains to helping out any kind of person no matter who they are, isn’t that right, Ohse-san. 

Ohse: Yes, exactly that.

Ohse: (IO-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Amahiko’s mother: …Some kind of humanitarian aid, then

Iori & Ohse: Yes!

Amahiko’s mother: And what does that include then?

Terra: Asparagus, Assparagus-

Rikai, Ohse, Iori, Fumiya: @@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: Asparagus?

Rikai: Amahiko-san developed a new variety of asparagus!

Terra: Bobongalinga---!

Amahiko’s mother: Bobongalinga?

Rikai: Bobongalinga is a region under conflict at the moment.

Rikai: Asparagus is being distributed, free of charge, to the refugees and children in need 

Terra: ECSTASYYYYY---!!

Iori: Is what the people feel thanks to the economic benefits from cultivating this new form of asparagus.

Terra: Propagating sexy--

Ohse: Scientists are propagating how to grow this new species of asparagus 

Ohse: It’s referred to as the Se-XY method, which involves Selenium and the XY system, in order to grow more

Amahiko’s mother: Oh wow… It's as if he’s performing some kind of liberation campaign overseas.

(Sound of dishes rattling)

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: LIBERATION CAMPAIGN! THAT!

Iori: Just as you say, ma’am

Rikai: Indeed, ma’am, it’s truly praiseworthy.

Ohse: Amahiko-san never fails to impress

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: Ahahaha…hahah…

(Sound of the door sliding open)

Rikai, Ohse, Iori: !?

Sarukawa: ★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽!!!!!!!

Rikai: (Saru!? At this timing!?)

Iori: (He’s awfully drunk!)

(Sarukawa throwing a tantrum, the three of them calming him down)

Sarukawa: I’MMAKILLYA!!!!!!!!

Amahiko’s mother: KILL!?

Fumiya: (Slides in)  You’re mistaken, ma’am. He’s speaking a different language

Fumiya: He’s a foreigner

Amahiko’s mother: From what country?

Fumiya: Bobongalinga

Amahiko’s mother: Oh my! This guy is!?

Fumiya: He’s one of the children in need

Fumiya: Tendou-san rescued him, and thus brought him to his own home. 

Fumiya: His overwhelming joy led him to have one too many drinks, and is unconsciously speaking in his native language.

Amahiko’s mother: Although he seems to be upset for some reason… 

Fumiya: Interpreter Motohashi-kun.

Iori: Yessir!

Iori: “I will never forget Tendou-san’s favor. He’s a good man beyond words.”

Iori: “Which is why, Ma’am, no further inquiry is necessary.”

Iori: “ok I’m going to bed now goodnight.”

Sarukawa: WE GOTTA GO NO MATTER WHAT, TO ATAMI! ATAMIIIII!!!!!!!!!

(Rikai and Ohse bringing Sarukawa away)

Amahiko’s mother: …..

Amahiko’s mother, Rikai, Ohse, Fumiya and Iori: Ahahaha… hahaha

Amahiko’s mother: Hahaha.. (cough, cough)

Amahiko’s mother: Fufu.. sorry.

Amahiko’s mother: Thank you, everyone. Your kindness has put me at ease as his mother.

Amahiko’s mother: He’s working hard in his own way. 

Rikai, Ohse, Fumiya and Iori: Aah, yes you know, he’s truly wonderful yes…!

Terra: Hmph

Terra: ….

Ohse: (Terra-san wasn’t the only one who thought so.)

Ohse: (If all of this was okay.)

Ohse: ….?

Ohse: …Amahiko-san?

Ohse: …! That’s…!

Amahiko’s father: How far must you indulge yourself to finally have your satisfaction.

Amahiko’s father: You’re a man of the Tendou family. Any more selfishness will not be forgiven.

Amahiko: …..

Amahiko: ………Duly noted.

Amahiko: Dear father…

Extra TL notes for the TL notes enthusiasts:

There’s a pun with 脱いで (nuide, get nekkid) and 一肌脱いで (hitohadanuide, to pitch in and help). This became stripping.

Iori makes a pun on ecstasy with ���クスタ市, read as “ekusuta-shi” with the shi part meaning city. Tried to make a pun like, ecsta city, but ECSTA exists as the European Council for Student Affairs. Pun has been just circumvented by turning into something else, especially considering sexy gets the same treatment with セク市 (pun on セクシー).

This is just a general request but I was wondering how would Leona,Ace and Sebak (separately) react to a reader that gives them flowers as a way of romantic affection or courtship(?).

I hope you have a good day and happy 500 followers.(^^)

Self-aware au

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

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, implied murder, imprisonment, obsession, possessiveness, murder, blood, stalking

Ace Trappola/Leona Kingscholar/Sebek Zigvolt-Giving them flowers

Ace is one of those that brag about things like this

But let's start from the beginning

So one day you came up to him and practically shoved them into his hands

Did he realize what was happening? No

He was way too shocked that something like this was happening

The moment he finds out that this is no dream he is for once pretty silent

Did the most powerful being in this world just give him flowers?

Does that mean that you accept his services??!

He really doesn't know how to react

Until now he always thought that he was the one who needed to approach you first

And even then his advances could never be romantic

Oh dear monarch, you won't get out of this so easy

He is suddenly everywhere

Not that he wasn't “watching you” before but now he doesn't even hide it anymore

You like him back, right? So no need to hold back!

Did I mention that he is also approaching you now way more than before

Now he is eating with you alone at a desk during lunch break, sitting besides you alone during history lessons, your usual desk neighbor suddenly ill and much more

Let's just say that you will see him a lot in the future...

Waitwaitwait, huh??!

Leona isn't used to getting gifts

Never mind romantic ones

So one day he blinks the sleep out of his eyes and then suddenly something is shoved into his face

You know that his sense of smell is more sensitive, right?

This leads to him sneezing a lot

And then he realizes that those are flowers

From you

Leona doesn't know what to do

Should he give you also flowers?

Nah, that's not his style

His style is rather always prowling around you, being offensive to others and making sure that you are isolated

You started this courtship so see through with it!

But nah, this isn't Ace and as per usual there is also more in the stuff that I write and if you are new, hi, welcome to the madness. It's tinted red (most of the time).

Leona brings you... “presents”

A hand here, a leg there...

All from potential dangers towards your relationship

If you had friends in their world I would recommend to keep your distance from that moment on

Safety measures

Maybe you should have just continued walking on that day...

You sure you want to do this? Yes?! Ok, it's your choice...

Fae are already going bacon they see a single hair of yours

So you giving him flowers?

Yes, you heard that right! Malleus isn't followed by a certain green-haired student anymore

Instead you are

The day you gifted him flowers he didn't speak a word for the rest of the day

We're his dorm members scared? Yes, yes they were

Sebek doesn't tell anyone why he was so silent on that day

Usually he would never keep something to himself but this...

This was from you to him!

And now you are having a weird relationship which includes him being something between a servant and someone you have a romantic relationship with

Or at least, he thinks you have a romantic relationship

In truth he is just so pushy that you are too afraid to tell him no

But dear Overseer, there are so many heretics, you must be protected!

And you aren't in the outside world!

So don't leave your room!

What can I say? You will miss your freedom but never the taste of really good tea

Just stay there like the good little God that you are and don't do anything stupid. Sebek would hate to take those legs away

Everything for your protection!

Fanfic: A Perfect Moment

Of all the places I could be, I just want to be here with you. Hello again, fandom! It’s been less than a week (apparently??) and @chronicsheepdrawing‘s amazing character designs are still keeping my creativity train rolling! This fic once again stars their Drinky Bird Narrator - so if you’re not familiar, go check out a silly bird! (He certainly needs more love, given how he thinks of himself... ) This is a sequel (of sorts) to Anything Not Saved. It happens some time afterwards, after more resets and endings have taken place. Expect a dark chocolate Angst Cake with plenty of Mutual Pining, layers of Fluffy Stannarrator between each layer, and a Meta cherry on top - trust me, you’ll see what I mean. And my apologies to any ASL users; I did at least try to do some research, but I can’t vouch for my accuracy! CONTENT WARNINGS: Isolation, Paranoia, Abandonment Issues, Self-Hatred, Body Dysphoria (Not Gender Related), Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, Emotional Breakdown, Memory Loss, Panic Attack, Touch Aversion, Autistic Sensory Overload/Over-Stimulation. I’m also adding a mild Unreality Warning to this one. If you’re looking at a reblog of this post, there are details in the tags of the original if you feel like you may be triggered by this. For everyone else, the tags are a minor spoiler, so maybe don’t look unless you’re really curious. Bon Appetit!

Stanley? STANLEY!? Oh my god, Stanley! Stanley, thank goodness - something VERY peculiar is going on this morning… See, it all started when I booted up my computer this morning - and you’ll never believe it, but I wasn’t receiving any commands! NONE! So I asked one of the other Employees what was going on, and they must not have known, because they didn’t say anything! What do you think; should I perhaps try the meeting room? Do you think maybe I missed a memo? I mean I really don’t want to interrupt anything, not to mention the sheer embarrassment of walking into something like that, not only unannounced but LATE- Wait, I’m not done! Stanley, I’m not - oh, sorry, sorry, of course! It’s precisely 10:32 AM, of course  you always get a drink of water from the cooler at this time in the morning… haha, typical silly old ▇▇▇▇▇▇, am I right? I swear, I’d lose my head if it wasn't permanently attached to my neck! But, ah, anyway, Stanley, I just feel like… like something’s wrong? I mean, have you noticed how some things are, eh, just… you know… ‘off’? Like did you know Employee [ERROR: DATABASE ENTRY INVALID]’s desk is empty? I mean, it looks like they haven’t touched their pencil sharpener in weeks! In fact, now that… now that I’ve thought about it… Stanley, did we ever HAVE an Employee [ERROR: DATABASE ENTRY INVALID]? I mean surely we wouldn’t have a desk without an employee! That’s ridiculous! But why can’t I seem to… ? Ah, yes, alright, I know work is important and I know  I tend to ramble but- please, just hear me out?? Look, I know I must be trying your patience! I know my ‘little stories’ are utterly insufferable to literally EVERY other employee in this building! But you, you always stopped to listen and - waitwaitwait, I’m sorry, just - please! Please Stanley, I’m ALWAYS supposed to receive my instructions and now I can’t even access my bloody terminal! I mean, how ELSE am I supposed to make sure the other employees are doing their jobs correctly?? Didn’t the board hand down that notice just last week!? You know, the one reiterating how vital it is to the well-being of the company that all of us, together- Stanley? Stanley, where are you going-? Can… can you hear me? Can you even SEE me!? Wait! Stanley! Stanley, I’m right here! I’m right HERE! Why aren’t you looking at me? Why aren’t you LOOKING at me!? STANLEY! STANLEY, PLEASE!! DON’T LEAVE M- Oh… …Oh no… —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ah, memories… Wonderful, wonderful memories. So much exquisitely-crafted content to reminisce over. He’d worked so hard on crafting this place; he’d fashioned every detail with care and precision. Yes, there would be trees here, a nice little fence there… oh, perhaps a few flowers, for a little splash of color! Yes, yes! The sound of birds, the smell of grass, the sky just a little overcast... yes indeed, not too bright, nor too gloomy. The light would hit just perfect this way, painting everything in soft and muted shades. Wonderful. Those clouds would be the whipped cream on this lovely little slice of the world, so close to being served and savored. And like a nervous, fidgeting pastry chef, the anticipation of someone experiencing this delectable delicacy had him practically giddy! The Narrator took a deep breath through the nose he maybe didn’t have, filling absent lungs with fresh air; and heaved a heavy sigh as he closed his plastic eyes, calming himself down. Wouldn’t be long now, he thought, chuckling softly. Stanley had fallen for his little breadcrumb trail the very minute he’d opened that vent… and any minute now, he’d be marveling at the inexplicably out of place stone archway. Manifested as if in a dream, a glowing portal to another realm, right there in the office… He rocked back on his heels a little, humming merrily to himself as he waited. Ah, he was proud of that little room; so mysterious, so enticing. A beautiful fragment of memory that he’d dusted off and polished up, until it glittered in his mind’s eye like a priceless diamond. Not half bad for something he’d forcibly yanked from the tangled, mangled wreckage that had been left behind in his head, when he’d stopped being human and become something- The Narrator cleared his nonexistent throat, straightening his tie. No, no, not today, he scolded himself internally. That so-called ‘Ultra Deluxe’ content’ had been so unfathomably disappointing, he’d had no choice but to do better! To show them just how great The Stanley Parable used to be! And any minute now, the hero of their story would be walking through that door to the most wonderful surprise. “Just our little secret”, The Narrator said as he felt Stanley’s presence. He was right behind him now, and getting closer. “Take a look.” He turned around, eager to see his protagonist’s reaction. He watched as Stanley shielded his eyes; the fingertips on his other hand tracing the surface of the cool stone pillar, as he stepped out into the memory of warm daylight. And the Narrator’s heart swelled with pride as he heard the soft gasp of wonder - the exact reaction he’d been looking for. “I call it - the Memory Zone!” He said, turning towards the path before him. “It’s where I keep all of my favorite memories… ” Not too far away was a squat, triangular building, full of snippets he’d painstakingly selected and organized for display. He’d come here a few times himself while it was still under construction; just to re-live some of the moments he’d preserved. As soon as Stanley stepped through that door, he would… wait… The Narrator froze suddenly, glancing over his shoulder. He’s got that look again. He’s… looking at me! Damn it, he’d been so caught up in what he was doing, he’d forgotten to unload his model! Alright, alright, maybe if he acted quickly enough, Stanley would dismiss it as simply a brief glitch- >/console >/unload Narrator.mdl ERROR: NOT FOUND What?? Clenching his glove-fist in frustration, he reached into the code and tried again. >/unload Narrator.mdl ERROR: NOT FOUND >/locate Narrator.mdl ERROR: POSITION NOT VALID The Narrator closed the console. That warm, fuzzy feeling of pride was quickly disintegrating under the freezing grasp of fear. He’d built the Memory Zone in a place so well hidden it was only outside the bloody map!!! And now there were footsteps behind him! And like the absolute fool he was, he turned around! Stanley was approaching. Slowly drawing closer. Each step ticking away the seconds to his doom. It’s okay, he reassured himself. You can pass it off as the Easter Egg from last time - just using it as a puppet to welcome him and nothing more! His face flushed. Stanley was right in front of him. He tried not to think about what muscles he may or may not still have - but regardless of their supposed existence, they all tensed at once, leaving him stiff as a board, frozen in terror. But he could work with this, right? Yes, he could! He could work with this! He could improvise, he improvised all the time-! Just don’t move…. Stanley looked into The Narrator’s eyes, his hands held tightly to his chest. …And he’ll lose interest eventually… Stanley moved his hand. It trembled as he held it out in front of him, slowly reaching forwards. Stanley… ? Stanley bit his lip. Wait, Stanley, what are you doing-? And Stanley touched him. The boggled look on the Narrator’s face shattered any previously-held records in the history of boggling. Stanley was touching him. Stanley’s hand was touching him. Stanley’s… warm, gentle hand... the pads of his fingertips slightly rough, slightly calloused. Each one a scar from another life; from the only life he’d known before The Parable. Continuously, rhythmically pressing buttons, over and over. Day in, day out. Broken fragments of memory flashed before the Narrator’s eyes in a sudden flood of noise; a disjointed, jumbled mess, utterly out of context and out of order. The taste of coffee in a paper cup. Stanley’s eyes. The bubble of the water cooler.  Conversation. Buttons marked “YES” and “NO”. His hands, his human hands, nails painted in an office-appropriate shade. A phone ringing. Stanley’s smile. A rising sense of panic. A snippet of a half-finished anecdote. Waking up. Blacking out. Laughter. Fire and pain and then nothing. A lunch break. An office-mandated birthday cake. A board meeting. An office-wide memo. Stanley’s hands. Stanley’s hands. He felt the tears welling up. He wrestled with the memories that hardly made sense, momentarily gaining the upper hand, only to find himself smacked senseless by the feeling of overwhelming grief that spiraled out of the current moment and skewered his heart. He twisted his head this way and that - desperately trying to get his stupid, stupid body to move! This was wrong! This was all wrong! “STOP!!!” The Narrator screamed, finally managing to pull away Stanley recoiled as if he’d been burned, and the Narrator turned from him, clutching the sides of his head as he struggled to get a grip, struggled to cram all of those horrible, horrible feelings back down inside himself where they belonged. NO NO NO NO NO NO-! The illusion is ruined! He definitely knows it’s me now! But ahead of him lay his last hope. His last chance at salvaging something, anything, from this horrendous mistake he’d made. The display area! If I can just get to it then I won’t have to face him! he thought to himself. He’d have to be quick, he’d have to take advantage of Stanley being distracted, but he could do this. He could make it! He could… he could just figure out the rest later, he had to GO! The Narrator started to run; and realized his fatal mistake too late. Inside his inhuman, transparent stomach, a sizable amount of liquid sloshed noisily back and forth. The more he ran, the more it sloshed. Back and forth, back and forth. Slish, slosh, slish, slosh… the momentum of each wave slowly building... and building... until-! “AH!!” One of his feet caught on an uneven memory of grass. All that heavy liquid, all that momentum, SLOSHED all the way to his front. And as these things tend to work with the laws of physics, the weight sent him tumbling forward onto his stupid idiot face, sliding across the ground a few feet before he finally came to a stop. The Narrator rocked gently back and forth from the still-sloshing liquid in the transparent globe of his belly, knowing exactly how he looked. It was a sight that would leave a professional circus clown weeping; hanging up his red nose and floppy shoes for the last time, his worldview in ruins. Witnessing such a sight, he’d know, deep in his heart, that no carefully coordinated pratfall or precisely timed nose honk - not a single artfully-placed whoopee cushion or expertly thrown custard pie - could ever come close to such breathtaking buffoonery. This is it. Stanley is never going to take me seriously ever again. The tears came thick and fast now, leaving the despairing Narrator gasping for breath between sobs. He’ll laugh at me. He’ll mock any sort of narrative I’ll try and create. Anything I try, no matter how wonderful, no matter how meaningful, it’ll be just a big joke. Like ME. Stanley stood over the Narrator, casting a shadow over him as he lay on the floor. The Narrator glanced over his shoulder, his fingers digging into the memories of grass and dirt beneath them and ripping them apart. Suddenly, hopelessness had given way to white-hot fury; Go on, he silently, bitterly urged his protagonist. Do it, you cretin. Finish me off. Put me out of my misery. Break my story! Break my heart! Break ME! Burn it all down, grind it all into the dirt where it belongs-! Stanley held out his hand. The Narrator looked up at him, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He was - for perhaps the first time in his life - speechless. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile; a man named Stanley had overstepped, and he knew it. <It’s you.> He’d signed, mere moments ago. <It’s really you… > Oh of course that shrill, annoying little voice in his head known as Common Sense had screamed at him endlessly. It stomped its little feet, tore out its hair, hammered its little fists on the bars of the bespoke and utterly inescapable cage that situations like this always built to contain it. No, stop! It cried. You mustn’t! But Stanley’s hand had moved of its own accord. He just had to know. He had to know if what he was seeing in front of him was really, really real. He had to know if what seemed like a memory of a dream of a memory - of someone he’d once felt close to - actually meant something. And then he’d touched The Narrator. Stanley’s hand shook when it had first met that plastic cheek; but feeling the smooth surface, he couldn’t help but relax from its reassuring familiarity. It was almost like a button, if a button was surprisingly warm. And despite feeling almost exactly like plastic, there was something indescribable, something wonderfully and beautifully alive about it. This was plastic with a pulse, and it made his fingertips tingle... His gently questing fingers found hair next. If he’d been one for poetry, he might have compared its color to fresh-fallen snow, kissed by the morning sun, but such metaphors escaped a mind such as his. Stanley was a simple man; not stupid, at least not usually, but his world had been small before the Parable swallowed him up. His memories of his old life were limited mostly to what he’d done at the office. But he vaguely remembered seeing a color like that, at work, in some kind of context… by the water cooler, during some kind of talk… and he knew he’d wondered, more than once, if it was as soft and fluffy as it looked. And as he stroked it gently... yes, apparently, it was that soft. A little stiffer than he’d imagined, maybe, but at least it looked nice and fluffy. Stanley felt a blush spreading across his cheeks. He hadn’t been sure what to think at first, but one word was slowly coming to mind, and that word was- “STOP!!!” Suddenly, abruptly, Stanley half-remembered and half-realized that softness was attached to The Narrator, and the shock may as well have electrified his arm. He pulled away; and seeing The Narrator’s reaction, his poor, simple heart sunk all the way to his feet. He knew he’d pushed things too far, he knew he’d done something dangerously close to Workplace Inappropriate Physical Contact, but had he hurt him-?? The Narrator turned and tried to run. Stanley scrambled after him, longing to cry out; Wait, please! I’m sorry! Don’t despawn again! The Narrator tripped and fell. Stanley, overcome with worry, rushed to his side, extending his hand. The Narrator just… looked at him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of tears, his fingers covered in dirt and crushed bits of grass. <I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!> Stanley signed repeatedly; in his desperation, he couldn’t even remember the next part of the Workplace Apology Procedure. The Narrator was still silent; and Stanley’s heart sunk further and further as his frustration grew and grew. Half-formed signs spilled from his shaking hands as his own tears began to rally the troops, fat drops ready to march down his cheeks in double time as he bit his tongue - why was this so hard, why was this so hard?? Mustering every bit of bravery an office worker of his rank possibly could, Stanley fell back on his last resort. Extending his hand again, he crossed the fingers on his other hand, holding them up so The Narrator could see them clearly; <R> Next, he held two fingers up; <U> His fingers formed a circle; <O> And lastly, two fingers split, like a peace sign; <K> “Am I… okay??” The Narrator’s words were strangled with emotion; but just hearing him say something, say anything, was enough for a wave of relief to wash over our daring hero. Smiling, Stanley beckoned with his extended hand, and The Narrator finally grasped it. It was soft, like the tasteful suede they used for the chairs in the Boss’ Office, and Stanley found himself subconsciously running his thumb over a line of neat stitches as he helped the poor man off the ground. The Narrator teetered on his feet for a moment, seeming unsteady. Stanley tilted his head slightly; what was that strange sloshing noise… ? But The Narrator sniffled, bowing his head again, and Stanley immediately snapped to attention. Yes, he knew just what to do! Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a packet of Office-Issued Disposable Handkerchiefs - an employee’s best friend for any sneeze, sniffle, or non-fatal accident involving coffee - and handed one to The Narrator. “Oh, Stanley… ” The Narrator dabbed at his eyes, and blew his nose like a foghorn. Stanley looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and utterly helpless confusion. He could only ever recall hearing him so utterly distraught once before, and that was… not a memory he really wanted to dig into. Was this really his fault? Had he deviated too much? Had he ruined his story again… ? “I don’t understand… I just don’t understand… ” sobbed the Narrator; ”Why are you being so nice to me?” Stanley was utterly dumbfounded. He couldn’t even bring himself to start signing, but the What!? was so implicit that The Narrator looked up in surprise <BECAUSE! I’M! HAPPY! TO SEE YOU!> Stanley signed with undeniable emphasis, holding his hands right at the Narrator’s eye level. Unable to hold back his own tears for a fraction of a second longer, the armies came marching forth in torrents. Stanley was happy. Stanley was angry. Stanley was frustrated, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and so desperate he felt like he was drowning. His lip quivered, his whole body shaking from the effort, but he had to do this, he had to be brave. This was what he’d waited for. This was his hope. Somewhere, far far back in his memories, something stirred. Before the Parable. Before beginnings and endings. Before he’d ever known what a ‘Reset’ was, those memories were reaching out to him. Memories of a face half-remembered, and a name long forgotten. Memories of someone speaking his name, over and over, instead of addressing him simply as ‘427’. A kindly smile. Uproarious, mischievous laughter. Coffee with cream and a disproportionate amount of sugar. Passing a slice of store-bought birthday cake, and accidentally brushing hands under the paper plate. <STAY!> And stories. Every day, there were stories. The other employees called it rambling, called it irritating, called it inefficient and unproductive… but to him, they were little stories… <HERE!!> Stanley strained from the effort. <PLEASE!!!> And The Narrator touched him back. Stanley froze in place. He was hyperventilating, gasping for every breath between silent sobs, but his hands finally lay still. The Narrator’s hands were holding them; silencing them. But Stanley didn’t mind; in fact, he welcomed it. He was at his breaking point. His heart and his head were both full to bursting. So many feelings. So many words. This wasn’t what he was good at. This wasn’t what he was meant for. But now, standing right across from him, was someone who was. Standing there, gently holding Stanley’s hands, was me. His Narrator. Let’s shift the perspective again, shall we? —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ahhh, there! That’s much better… feels like having a really good stretch after you’ve been sitting in the same place for a while, don’t you think? Let’s just take a moment to let the story settle… to take a deep breath, maybe have a sip of water…. to appreciate just how far we’ve come. …Now, uh, where was I… ? Oh, yes! Anyway; slowly but surely, I found my footing again. Our heads had been in the clouds long enough, and now I was pulling us both back to Earth, back into whatever passed for reality in this place. My thumbs gently stroked the back of Stanley’s hands; giving him something real to cling to. Giving my nervous hands something to do with themselves. And the moment I saw the tension leave his shoulders, I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. <You’re really here… > Stanley looked down at my hands and their irremovable gloves. Despite my fears, there was no rejection, no cruel mockery; just quiet fascination. Again, that same look, as his eyes moved up from there to my chest and to my face. And needless to say, it didn’t take an omniscient narrator to understand what his eyes were asking me. “Yes, Stanley. Go ahead.” Stanley reached out; I leaned my head into his hand this time, letting him know me through touch. And don’t you dare pass judgment - this is very hard for me to admit to - but it took everything I had not to burst into soppy tears all over again. We were old friends who’d just met. Two halves of the same soul, reunited at last. Surely a meeting like this was written on all the stars in the infinite cosmos, and upon every grain of sand in the- Stanley reached out a finger and ‘booped’ my nose. He laughed uproariously; not at me, but with me, as I somehow found a small chuckle growing into a full-on belly laugh. I just couldn’t help myself! This entire, bizarre situation we’d once again found ourselves in… the two of us so helpless, messy, and stupid... it felt so good to come so utterly undone. We were just a couple of total idiots, Stanley and I. Standing there and giggling like lunatics. And then… I found myself overcome by a strange impulse of my own. Seized by a brief moment of temporary insanity, perhaps. Taking a small step back, I opened my arms. Stanley didn’t hesitate for a single second. He fell into them like he was coming home; like he’d just had the longest work day in the universe, and someone had just presented him with the fluffiest feather bed in existence. Nearly bloody bowled me over again, with all his enthusiasm. But I looked down at Stanley - and he looked so happy, well... uh... you know what? I’ll give you the incomparable joy of picturing in your head just how happy he was. What?? No, I’m not lost for words! Me? Lost for words? Ugh, of all the… no, no, let’s not ruin this. This one right here is all yours. No, go ahead, take it. Don’t say I never do anything for you. But, ahem - to continue our scene, we were both sitting down now, right there on the ground. Stanley had his ear to my stomach, listening to whatever the hell liquid is in there slosh back and forth, as he rocked himself gently in place. There was no way he could realize how he was reminding me, with each slosh, of what I am. Of how I’ve changed. Of what I’ve lost. But for the first time since I could remember… I didn’t hate it. At least, not entirely. Perhaps I could get used to that, in enough time. Around us, the memory of birds sang, and the memory of a breeze gently rustled the memories of grass and flowers. Somewhere in the distance, a memory of a piano was playing itself - ah yes, I’d almost forgotten about that. Perhaps we’d see it later. Perhaps we’d sit on the bench I’d placed nearby, and look at the view. Perhaps talk to one another, instead of just at one another. Yes… that would be nice, wouldn’t it… But between Stanley and I; right here, and right now? There’s a glittering silence between us; one that outshines any other memory I’d care to rescue from the scrap heap. Things, I realize, are falling into place. As gentle as snow, as warm and welcome as the light of dawn. This, I can tell, is what I’ve been waiting for all this time; what I’ve been striving for, over and over, with each and every branching path. A perfect moment.

ok waitwaitwait so. i might be an idiot, but if Lilia came to NRC a year before Silver did, does that mean he left his son alone for an entire year??? like- maybe he visited during the holidays, but thats still probably the longest time Silver had ever been left alone

do you think he got lonely after a while? do you think he often thought about his father and wondered what he was doing and wished time would pass by faster, just so he could see him again? do you think he sometimes went to sleep in Lilia’s room in their cottage because he missed him so much? because i do

Ah, anon, the passage of time—

For humans (especially young teenagers eagerly anticipating the turn of the seasons), time has to be dragged across the floor, kicking and screaming as it claws fingernails against the doorframe in mulish refusal to move any faster than the slowest of syrupy crawls.

For fae, the concept of time is simply a peripheral existence; it is an old friend that pops in from time to time with both kind reminders regarding the bicentennial birthdays of loved ones and sorrowful news of those who time has at long last forgot.

Silver spends each day (when he isn't asleep) keeping to his father's regimen— it's simply unthinkable to do any less! From tending to their land, the everyday chores of their simple home, and of course, the training and lessons Lilia's instructed him to continue in his absence, his hands and mind are kept busy and useful; with the friendly woodland creatures at his side, there's always someone to talk to about his plans for the day, his dreams for the future, and even the worry he tries not to harbor in great amounts for his father's aging signs.

(Is Father sleeping well, who's there to brew him chamomile tea when his night terrors bother him? Is he eating a healthy diet and not terrorizing their Prince or his new dorm with his terrible concoctions? And without Silver to carry heavier loads, is he remembering to stretch his aching muscles and not exert himself needlessly?)

But it's more difficult at night, when the hours grow long and lonely and he strangely finds himself unable to sleep— the cottage is far too quiet without his father's nocturnal rustling, and far too empty without his diminutive figure boisterously taking up space. The feeling lessens somewhat when he takes to old comforts and curls up in what used to be their shared bed, a worn and familiar toy bat smiling down from a wooden shelf at him, and he's soothed away eventually by the comfort of pine and petrichor.

Silver marks the calendar days down in this crushing monotony, until at long last the door to their cabin rattles open and the broom in his hands clatters to the floor in a rare display of unbridled delight. His father has brought Malleus-sama along with him on one of his rarer trips now outside of the castle, and it's a joyous occasion to celebrate their return home for the holidays! He'd almost forgotten what the cottage could sound like filled with his father's gleeful laughter as he uproariously shares tales of the antics they've gotten into with their fellow classmates (something about a bean? Beanfest? Silver can only hope it's not a cooking function—) and Malleus-sama's gentle grace as he smoothly interjects to trim down Lilia's tall tales with a hidden smile of fond amusement.

And as all 'parties' at their house end, Silver finds himself dozing on their lumpy couch, half slumped over on the cushions while his father and Malleus-sama exchange quiet murmurs at the door about upcoming castle functions and field trip permissions. Sleepily, he smiles into a pillow and squeezes his arms tighter around it— they could be discussing the finer points of economic treaties for all he was concerned; he'll never take the sound of his father's voice for granted again.

"You've grown taller," his father murmurs (Had Malleus-sama already left? Had the sky grown darker? Surely he hadn't missed so much?) as gentle fingers still in their path through his hair, and the unusual melancholy tone clangs a discordant note in Silver's ears, ugly and brash like a stain of ink on a pristine page. He wants to get up, to do whatever he can to banish that sound from his father's voice, but he simply cannot, exhausted as he is from the day's excitement.

But that's alright— after all, he has all the time in the world tomorrow, doesn't he?

Day 3 - Suspense

Wilbur/Tommy PLATONIC

“Wilbur. Wilbur. Wilbur. Wilbur.” The poking and saying his name over and over had gone on for a long while, with Wilbur getting more annoyed with every poke and ‘Wilbur’. But he had decided to hold out to see if Tommy’s lee mood was bad enough to the point he would cave and ask for it. Pretty soon the poking and name saying was stopped as Tommy flopped onto Wilbur’s lap, with a long whine, “Wilburrrrrr!”

Wilbur mentally awed at that, his little brother could be so adorable sometimes, so he decided to answer him this time, “Yes, Tommy?~” Tommy noticed that his voice sounded a little teasy and pouted up at Wilbur, “You bitch, you’re doing this on purpose!” Wilbur snickered, quietly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, did you need something?~” Tommy pouted, “Well yeah, obviously! That’s why I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 10 minutes! Do I need to spell it out for you?”

Wilbur grinned, “I’m sorry Tommy, but I don’t know what you could possibly want right now. So yes, if you could spell it out for me, that would be wonderful~” Tommy whined with a blush, “Yes you do! I know for a fact you know!” Wilbur smiled innocently, “How could I possibly know, you haven’t said what you want yet~” Tommy whined and Wilbur giggled, decided to give the poor boy some mercy, “All you have to do is ask~” Tommy pouted and whined, “But- that’s mean!” Wilbur mentally awed, “You can do it! It can’t be that hard can it?~”

Tommy covered his face, “C-can you..uh…do the thing?” Wilbur decided to push a little harder, “What thing?~” Tommy whined, “Wilburrrrrrrrr pleeeaaassseeee!” Wilbur giggled, “Please what?~” Tommy finally gave in, “C-can you please…t-tickle me?” Wilbur awed aloud and immediately started spidering his fingers over Tommy’s tummy, which was in easy access on his lap. Tommy immediately burst into giggles, louder than normal from all the teasing making him more sensitive. Tommy moved his hands down to hold onto Wilbur’s wrists, but not moving them, just holding onto them.

Wilbur grabbed his wrists with one hand and brought them above Tommy’s head, “These stay here, got it Tommlee?~” Tommy nodded through giggles, knowing what would happen if he brought his arms back down. Wilbur brought his other hand back down to spider over his ribs, “Say Giggles~, do you know how many ribs you have? Cuz I think I should count them, just to make sure you aren’t missing any~” Tommy shook his head through giggles, “Nononohohoho there’s twehehenty-four I swehehehear!”

Wilbur giggled, mischievously bringing his right hand up to wiggle between the bones of his ribs, starting to count up his ribs, “Oooonnneeee~, twwwwooooo~, threeeeeee~…” Tommy shrieked, “NohoHOHOHOhoho, nahahaHAHAHAhahat thahahaHAHAT!” After a few minutes of counting Tommy’s ribs, he had made it to his top ribs, and then he shoots his fingers into his underarms, causing Tommy to squeal and shoot his arms down, effectively trapping Wilbur’s hands in place, which makes it tickle more.

“WIHIHIHILBEHEHEY! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Wilbur smirked a little bit stopping his hands momentarily, “Tommyyyyy~ you put your arms down~” Tommy’s face grew red, “Waitwaitwait I’m sorry I didn’t mean i-HIHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHO!” As soon as Tommy had started pleading, Wilbur had nabbed his wrists and blew a long raspberry right over his belly button. Wilbur then blew a few smaller ones all over his tummy, but when Wilbur started nibbling, Tommy hit the breaks, “OHOHOKAHAHAY! ENOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEASE WIHIHILBEHEHEY!”

Wilbur instantly stopped as soon as Tommy said enough, beginning to rub the ghost tickles away. Tommy let out residual giggles as Wilbur let go of his hands and weakly pushed at Wilbur’s arms, causing him to chuckle, “We’re all done Sunshine, don’t worry.” Tommy’s residual giggled calmed down, as he yawned and snuggled up close to Wilbur. Wilbur ran his fingers through Tommy’s curly hair and planted a small platonic kiss on Tommy’s head. The last thing Tommy heard before drifting off into slumber was , “Sleep well, Sunshine.”

nxx meeting gone wrong!

a/n; this is very self-indulgent but rosa is a cutie and i just wanted to wreck her ahhh

rosa yawned groggily, finally shutting off her alarm as she grabbed her phone. as if she wasn’t already tired enough from office work as an attorney, now she sometimes also has to wake up extra early for NXX meetings with luke, vyn, artem, and marius. she unlocked her phone to see two messages from luke.

wait… he sent that 15 minutes ago!!

rosa panicked, swiftly rolling out of bed and throwing on a sundress before quickly throwing her hair into a claw clip. she ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, and she stumbled out the door the second luke’s car pulled up. she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

“hop in! i have your coffee!” luke exclaimed.

rosa nodded and got in the passenger seat, wiping a bead of sweat off her brow. luke noticed her slightly disheveled state, and he let out a chuckle.

“rough morning?”

“like you wouldn’t believe. i somehow slept past my alarm, and i didn’t see your text until 6:55. i don’t think i’ve ever gotten ready so fast,” rosa explained, rubbing her temples. luke smiled warmly at her.

“y’know, you look kinda cute all flustered like that,” he flirted, winking at her before glancing back towards the road. rosa felt her cheeks turn warm.

when they pulled up to NXX headquarters, the sun had risen high in the sky, and the weather was beautiful. rosa took the last sip of her coffee before throwing out the cup, waiting at the door for luke.

they walked into the NXX building to see everyone else already waiting. rosa smiled sheepishly.

“hi, everyone! sorry we’re a little late. i had a rough start to my morning,” she explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as she made her way to her seat.

“no worries,” vyn replied, gazing fondly at rosa. “i am just happy you are here.”

marius scoffed, rolling his eyes at vyn before smirking at rosa and luke playfully. “are you sure that’s why you’re late, miss?”

“that’s enough, marius,” artem stated, waving him off. “welcome, luke and rosa.”

they shot artem a grateful look as they sat down, waiting for today’s agenda. artem shuffled some papers and cleared his throat.

“we actually don’t have much on the agenda today. everything i have here has already been handled or is being handled next week. i was thinking today we could have a well-earned break,” artem announced, showing a rare, soft grin. even vyn was slightly taken aback.

“who would’ve thunk mr. wing could be so laid-back for once?” luke inquired playfully, nudging rosa in the ribs as he did so. she spluttered, much louder than she had meant to.

suddenly, all eyes were on her.

“huh? did i hurt you, rosa?” luke asked, glancing over at her in a confused matter. he really didn’t think he had hit her that hard.

on the other hand, vyn had a trace of a smile on his lips. being a psychiatrist, he was easily able to pick up on micro expressions.

“i can guarantee you did not hurt her, luke,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“eh?! how do you know that? miss rosa, did that jerk injure you?” marius demanded, looking at luke with a hint of malice. artem coughed.

“i’m sure this situation is not that serious. rosa, are you alright?” he questioned.

rosa could feel her ears becoming hot as all this ruckus started from one simple overreaction. she stuttered over her words, looking down at her hands to avoid their intense gazes.

“g-guys, i’m okay, really! luke just… startled me, is all.”

“hm. are you sure that was it?” vyn asked, a hint of a tease in his voice. what was he playing at??

“i- well, i’m just a little sensitive, that’s all! dr. richter…” she whined, growing more embarrassed by the minute. vyn wouldn’t… right?

“ah. so ‘sensitive’ is the word you’re using for it. i see,” he muttered, not being able to hold back his grin now as he got up and made his way over. wait-! waitwaitwait!!

rosa was about to get up and back away before she felt two strong arms wrap her in an embrace. she looked behind her, startled, only to see… luke??

“i think i understand what dr. richter was trying to say now,” he giggled, holding rosa tightly in place as he relished in her apparent embarrassment. vyn chuckled.

“you see, i think we found something we can do with our day,” vyn declared, remaining as composed as ever while he gently held rosa’s wrist. “may i?”

“she’s definitely too flustered to speak right now, so i say go for it~” luke sang, blowing in rosa’s ear mischievously.

“l-luke, you traitor!” she stammered, squirming in his grip as she felt an arm be pulled above her head. she stiffened.

“i think our little rose was lying when she said she was merely startled. the truth of the matter is…” he smirked as he scratched a single fingernail in rosa’s underarm, and she squeaked.

“she’s ticklish.”

marius’s eyes lit up at this discovery, and his gaze quickly became troublesome as he quickly made his way over, holding eye contact with rosa as he set his hands on her knees. she could’ve exploded on the spot.

“hmm… why hasn’t little miss rosa told me about this before? i thought we were closer than that~,” he teased, squeezing her kneecaps a couple times experimentally. his grin only grew when she started giggling nervously.

“t-this is reheheally unnecessary! d-dr. richter… why would yohohohou-!” she snickered, unable to hold back the soft laughter bubbling in her throat anymore.

“i think it would be good for you to unwind a bit. you have been stressed all week,” he replied, all five fingers wriggling in her exposed armpit now as his smirk grew wider. “it is not my fault you gave me the perfect opportunity.”

rosa whined, using her free hand to try and cover her red face. that plan was quickly demolished, though, when luke grabbed that hand and pulled it to her side.

“nuh uh! no way you’re hiding your pretty smile from everyone!” he exclaimed, giggling still as he held her wriggling form in his lap firmly.

marius had taken to squeezing her thighs, vyn was digging his fingers into both underarms now, and luke was absolutely not letting go. rosa was convinced she was in her own personal slice of tickle hell.

“wahahahait- plehehehease! wha- EHE!!”

a loud squeal escaped her lips when she felt soft tracing around her neck. a soft chuckle was heard from behind. artem??

“my apologies. i simply… could not help myself,” artem muttered, a trace of a tease in his voice that did not get past rosa’s ears (which were currently sporting a dark shade of crimson.)

the boys did not stop until she was almost teary-eyed and begging for mercy.

“…so, feeling less stressed?” luke asked, fanning rosa as she laid on the headquarters’ sofa, completely exhausted. she shot him a death glare.

“wha- hey! don’t blame me for this! it was dr. richter’s idea!”

“i cannot take all the credit. i was simply proving a point. you’re the one that held her in place for us.”

“i can’t believe we didn’t know how ticklish she was! we could’ve used this information whenever she was feeling down on herself,” marius pouted, ruffling rosa’s hair.

“yes. i admit this was quite fun,” artem added, giving rosa an admiring look. “you are… adorable when you laugh.”

rosa huffed. she was completely embarrassed by this ordeal, but she was thankful to have friends(?) who cared about her so much.

WAITWAITWAIT HOW DID I MISS THE TEASER OF OFMD SEASON 2?????? HUH

Waitwaitwait. Did that anon seriously get so upset that they started calling you ableist slurs over... Putting a picture of a Pokemon in front of a pride flag? There has to be something I'm missing, I refuse to believe that someone started shouting slurs over a fucking picture of Vaporeon. Why would someone get that offended by Pokemon pngs. Even my 7yo brother screaming at people over Fortnite is more mature than that. 😭

I have no idea what happened to them except bi vaporeon killed their grandma

waitwaitwait whats this post mean? did i miss some implication in that line,,????

ill screenshot the explanation in the replies of that post