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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty One.

I think I’ve made you guys and them wait for long enough... did someone say something about vampire sex? Hmm... ;)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

Words - 5,110

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

"Angel, I officially hate you. How dare you turn up here with a hottie like her, and then tell me she's your girlfriend, and that you plan on being faithful to her. That means I lose out on damned hot sex with you, and the possibility of you sharing her for some threeway fun," Sissy tells me playfully while she admires Edie over by the bar. I have to say, her reaction is much better than Natasha's, who is also here tonight. She took one look at me lavishing attention upon Edie and gave her the kind of look that could sour milk in two seconds, before moving away at speed.

"Sucks to be you right now, huh?" I laugh, kissing her cheek when she gives me a dark look. She's quick to smile again, though, and when Edie comes back over to me is nothing but polite when she introduces herself to my lady.

"Hi, I'm Sissy. I used to play with him before you got your claws in. Nice tits, by the way," she says warmly, before excusing herself and heading back to the vampires she's here with.

"Well, she's certainly friendlier than Natasha. And she said I had nice tits! Being that they’re flat as pancakes, I’ll take that," Edie says once she's walked away.

"Yeah, she is. And you do have nice tits, you’re way too paranoid about them being small. They’re fucking beautiful, just like the rest of you.” I pause here, giving her a kiss, sliding my arm around her, pulling her near. “As for Natasha, she’s just jealous. She's young, so it goes with the territory. Sissy is beyond jealousy, very much so, considering I called out your name several times when I last had sex with her. She didn't care, just asked me who you were," I tell her, Edie raising an eyebrow.

"You did? And she didn't get pissed? Wow, I'd have blacked your eye for that shit." I can believe she would have, too. Remembering my time in the CD, I remember only too well that my girl has a mean right hook. I must prefer this version of Edie, the one draping her arms around me and nuzzling the side of my neck.

Every damn vampire in here is checking her out, and they all hate me because she's mine. I feel on top of the world right now, much like Eric does with Sasha on his lap and everyone staring at what she isn't wearing. As it turns out, a certain outfit choice stands to land someone in a lot of hot water, but it's neither Edie nor Sasha. When Miley arrives ten minutes later, with Ahmed and whoever his girlfriend is, every single vampire in here locks his or her eyes on her, and they all practically salivate. We vampires have two quite conflicting juxtaposes we find attractive. We like them very innocent, or very bad. Miley just walked in dressed like a little pink fairy, so she falls firmly into the former category.

“Oh, man,” Eric winces, turning to me. “We got some VB at three o’ clock, dude.”

“What’s VB?” Edie asks, sipping her whiskey.

“Vampire bait, your friend Miley being exactly that,” I inform her, before nudging Sal. “Mano, I need a favour before Edie's friend gets gang bitten," I ask, not really wanting to, since I know his thoughts towards humans. He's only nice to them if he knows he can get something from them. He looks at me inquiringly before I continue. "Look at how she's dressed, she's gonna get decimated without a vampire by her side, I know that and so do you. Please, will you sit with her and lay claim?" He contemplates for a few seconds.

"Is she likely to put out?"

"No, sorry but she’s no fan of the fang, unfortunately," I tell him, watching him frown as he shakes his head at me, and then looks back at Miley again.

"You owe me, ese. You owe me big time. What is little pink fairy's name?"

"Miley, and thank you, I really do owe you," I reply before I watch him stand, waiting for her to finish greeting Sasha and Edie.

"Miley, my name is Salvatore. Allow me to escort you to the bar." he tells her in a pleasant drawl, taking her hand and kissing it before steering her away from the table to buy her a drink. Miley looks half charmed, half terrified. Sal works his ass off, though, having her at ease quite quickly. Meanwhile, I play nice vampire again and try to reassure someone else who doesn't look comfortable.

"We don't bite unless you let us, you know. I'm Angel, Edie’s boyfriend," I say to the girl who looks like she's trying to hide behind Ahmed.

"Hi, hi I'm Brooke. Sorry, I've never actually met any vampires before. Ahmed told me you're alright though, but still, I'm a little uncomfortable," she replies nervously.

"Your man is correct. We're alright, but some others cannot be spoken for, of course. You'll be fine with us though, trust me," I tell her, before I become engaged in conversation with the huge Arab.

"You do realise you've turned one of my best friends into a nauseatingly happy, permanently smiling freak, don't you?” he begins, with a slight scowl. “Thanks for that.” His wide smile is the indicator to his joke.

"You're welcome," I reply, welcoming the lady herself back onto my lap.

"I hate to bother you about work when you're away from it, but when do you have a free appointment next? I've had a tattoo design in mind for a while, but I've been struggling to find a good enough artist. After seeing what you put on Edie's back, well I think I've found him," Ahmed asks next.

"Not for about seven months at the moment, but if I get any cancellations, I'll tell Edie right away and she can let you know. Or we can try and arrange something around your hours at the CD now we're coming into winter, and I have more hours of darkness to work in. We'll talk about something soon," I reply, before turning my attentions firmly to the lady herself. "How's that whiskey going down?" I ask, moving the straw she stuck in there when she doesn't grasp it between her lips straight away.

"Very nicely, thank you," she replies with a smile. Whenever she smiles at me it's almost like I can feel my heart beating again. I've heard of the elusive phenomenon that some vampires can get, called a chest echo. It's when we're stirred so heavily by something that it almost feels like our dead hearts beat once more. I’ve never experienced one before right now, though.

"Good, I'll go buy you another, then," I pledge, before kissing her cheek and going back to the bar to fetch another quadruple Jamesons on the rocks. I'm not purposefully trying to get her drunk. Honestly. Alright, maybe a little.

"Is that just an act to keep you happy and Miley comfortable, or is he really enjoying talking to her?" she asks, nodding over to where Miley is sitting with Sal, who looks very content, talking to her.

"No, I think he's actually enjoying himself. I'd know if he wasn't, it'd be all over his face, but only in a way those who know him could read. He actually likes her. I’m surprised. He don’t even like other vampires much, except for me and Eric." I comment. He knows she isn't going to fuck him, so I wonder what it is he likes about her. Probably her naivety, I guess. He's likely trying to figure out ways to wheedle himself into her underwear. I wouldn't put it past him.

After staying at the bar for about another two hours we head to Hell’s Gate, and I have to confess with the way Edie looks, I'm ready to call it a night and just take her back to my place and have my way with her. I might love the woman with all my heart, but right now, I hate her for making me wait.

“So,” I begin, standing with her at the balcony rail, actually managing to convince her over to the metal room. I fucking hate dance music, all that new wave electro and hard house she thrives upon. Ugh. “These maybe’s you keep dropping. How do I get you to change them to a yes? Five days is a long time for a guy to wait when he has a girlfriend as fucking sexy as you. You’re not being fair.”

"I am being fair. Believe me, I'm more than worth the wait," she replies sweetly, with a wink.

"Devil woman." I complain, Edie giggling. In the cab earlier, I thought for a minute that perhaps my wait might be over tonight, but she still seems resolved to the same decision. I respect it, but I don't like it at all and if I can change her mind on it then that's just what I'll do. She should take it as a compliment. I don't think I've ever felt such desperation to have sex with someone before ever.

I keep trying to wear her down for the rest of the night, and as 2:30am rolls around I think I'm all out of luck until after sitting and talking with EZ (who was out working a job previously this evening, meaning someone got shot in the head) Edie comes and whispers something in my ear that means my luck just might be changing.

"I think I want to go home. Well, back to my place first to get some clothes, and maybe find a few silver chains, and then maybe, just maybe, you might get lucky," she tells me as I run my hand back and forth up her leg, smiling to myself when I see EZ pull a face that speaks his envy very clearly.

I turn to him with a grin. “Later, bro!” We say goodnight to our friends and head out, Edie stopping me just a few steps away from the club, giving me the kind of kisses that make my cock stir in a second.

"So, this maybe of yours, I think it's quickly turning into a yes, isn't it?" I ask as her hands wander all over me, and then stop in a very specific place.

“Hmm,” she hums, her mouth moving to my neck.

"If it's only a maybe then please, stop tickling my balls.” She snorts with laughter, shaking her head before jumping up to lock her legs around my waist.

“Take me home.” Just over a minute later, and that’s where we arrive, Edie grabbing a bag full of her stuff, and I hope, I really hope, some silver chains, too. I mean, I’d rather not be bound in it, it hurts more than you could imagine, but I might not have any alternative.

“Okay, and now take me to your home.” Ten seconds later and we arrive, standing on the porch, Edie grinning at me sultrily. “Alright. Now take me to bed.”

She doesn’t need to ask twice.

A second later, and I have her right there, Edie placing her bag down and pushing me back on the bed, letting her dress fall off, moving astride me, pulling off my vest, her nails dragging down my chest.

"I think it's about time I let this free, to put it some place warm and wet," she purrs seductively, squeezing my cock where it’s bulging at the front of my jeans, undressing me at speed, moving back to straddle my thighs. “Fucking hell, that’s absolutely huge.” Pushing her wig off and letting her soft silver hair fall in waves around her shoulders, she then grasps my cock, giving it a few slow pumps, her mouth meeting mine. Fuck, that feels good, even better when her mouth drifts down, tongue circling my nipples, teeth leaving little bites over my abs, her gorgeous lips then wrapping right around my...

“God fucking damnit.” Yeah. I missed a hot mouth more than you can imagine.

Edie's POV

Alright, alright, I couldn't make him wait any longer. I couldn't make myself wait my intended couple of weeks either. I had to have him, this has been building up for way too long now, but since we got together it's like somebody lit a fire under it, the desire we feel for each other. This has been slowly escalating all night as well, with the way we've been acting around each other, hardly able to keep our hands or mouths to ourselves. The level of sexual chemistry I have with him is simply too high to ignore or put off.

A tiny little bit of me can't quite believe I'm going to have sex with him, a vampire, and a former detainee at that, but mostly because he's a vampire and I never thought I'd ever become carnally acquainted with one. I really, really like it, though.

Being intimate with a vampire is very different than with a human. They move differently when aroused, for one thing, and I can't explain it. It isn't just the speed they move at, but the way they actually move. It's almost like they move on the inside before the outside goes with them, very strange to watch and try to describe. Imagine the way a snake moves, it's similar to that. Also, when I gave him head, it was very strange at first, since usually when a man has an erection, they're hot to the touch. His of course was as cold as the rest of him, but it soon warmed after my mouth had travelled up and down its thick bulk for a while. Oh my god, it’s so big, too. At least eight inches, and fat. Fucking thick as hell.

Just that alone, having him sinking right down to my throat while he fucked my mouth turned me on to the point of near agitation, imagining feeling all my inner muscles stretching to accommodate him. I blew him until my jaw hurt (and he was nowhere near orgasm, it takes a long time, apparently, because of being dead) until suddenly, I felt him move underneath me to where he is now, lying on his back just under my hips screwing his tongue in and out of my drenched hole.

When I feel his tongue, warmed by the heat of and wet with my want for him begin to slowly circle over my throbbing clit, my arms begin to shake, gripping the bed covers as I close my eyes tightly. I gasp and pant at the incredible feeling of each circled lick beginning to speed up, and then slow down again, my whole body feeling awash with exquisite tingles of ebullience. I then shriek and laugh a little when I feel one of his hands move and then slap down on my ass cheek in a hard spank. Those hands then push against my stomach, encouraging me to sit up.

"Thanks, I wanna watch you ride my face while I eat you." Mmm, gotta love a guy who nails the dirty talk. His tongue laves through my soaking folds, my hips starting to sway back and forth, Angel groaning deeply as he sucks at me hungrily, looking up at me with a wink, hands moving to tits, squeezing my nipples in a hard pinch. Moving his mouth away to kiss the inside of my thigh, he circles it over my flesh, hands gliding to my back and stroking down my spine. "Do you mind if I feed from you? It’s the best spot, right here, the blood is always sweeter when you feed from the femoral artery of an aroused woman."

I pause on an answer, feeling apprehension for a moment. When he bit me before, it hurt like hell. I reason, though, this is completely different. We’re completely different. "Yes, you can.” With my permission, I hear his fangs pop, his fingertips grasping my hips before he bites straight into my leg. I gasp at the initial burn of such sharp teeth penetrating my vein, but god, it feels beyond erotic as he feeds from me, especially when he moves his hand to stroke his thumb against my clit. After he's fed and sealed the wound, I move to lie flat on top of him, kissing him while running my fingers through his hair, feeling his fangs graze my tongue as I taste a mixture of my own blood and sexual dampness in his mouth.

Kissing my way back down his body slowly, I take time to appreciate the absolute beauty of him, running my tongue across every hardened ridge of muscle before my lips wrap around his cock again. This time, I get to spend a much longer uninterrupted period of time running my mouth up and down his thick, hard shaft.

His hands become lost in my hair as his chest begins to rise and fall quicker, making me a little fearful over how close he's going to let himself teeter before stops me. It’s kind of twisted in a way, the ultimate thrill, one where my own mortality is potentially on the line, should he not be able to stop himself in time. It’s just as I’m thinking how insane that sounds...

"Edie, get the silver," he pants, moving his hands from my hair to rest them either side of his head while I slide back off the bed, grabbing my bag and removing the two old silver chains I found in the bottom of my jewellery box. They're both long, one to go over his neck and the other pulled into two to be draped over his wrists. I take them back to the bed, kneeling astride him and leaning forward to stroke his chest, kissing him deeply and slowly.

“I’m sorry I have to do this.”

“Isn’t your fault, beautiful.” I stroke his face, kissing him again. “It’s alright, just do it.” With his assurance, I nod, taking the first chain and draping it over his right wrist. He winces and grumbles in pain, closing his eyes tightly as I sit and pause with the second one, unable to move. Suddenly, a succession of memories from the time I did this to him at the CD, hurt him, tortured him with silver come flooding to the forefront of my mind, those memories completely throwing me off.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asks, watching me paused, my body stiffened, all my thoughts filled with scenes from my chamber, of the agony I put him through.

"I can't do it. I can't put you through that kind of pain again. Look at you, this should be something you're enjoying through and through, and already, only one of three chains in and you're in agony. I just can't do it to you, and I need... I need air," I gasp as I look down at him, pulling the chain from his wrist and darting backwards off the bed.

“Edie, it’s alright, come back,” he reassures me, going to speak again.

“No, I can’t do it!” I cut him off with. Pulling on his vest at speed, I pick up my bag, taking my cigarettes and lighter out and exiting the bedroom. Oh my god, that freaked me out so much. Okay, so I know running out on him wasn't the best idea, but as my feet pound down the stairs and I walk briskly to the front door, all I know is that I need to get outside. I feel really odd.

The fresh air hits me, the night time dip in temperature soothing as I sit on the edge of the porch, trying to gather myself, calming my erratic breathing as I light up, sighing. Well, that didn’t go how I expected it too. Poor Angel, I bet it was the last thing he envisaged either, for his girlfriend to bolt on him like that. Just as I start feeling really awful about it, I realise that I'm not alone any longer.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me back against his chest. "What happened back there?"

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh, feeling ridiculous. "It all came back to me, everything from when you were in the CD and I was punishing you. It totally freaked me out.” Leaning back against him, I stroke the arm wrapped around me, feeling his lips press against the side of my head.

"That much I got, that it freaked you out. Look at it this way, back then we were punisher and detainee. Now, we're something completely different, and you know that. We're together now, everything else is in the past. We have to do this, it's completely necessary. You're not doing it to hurt me. You're doing it to stop me from potentially killing you. You need to remember that this is my problem, not yours." he states, kissing my cheek a couple of times as he tightens his arms around me.

"I know, I know. I just felt so strange doing it,” I confess, turning my head to kiss his cheek. “I'll be okay, I won't bolt on you next time.”

He nuzzles me, mouth moving to my neck, his hands stroking up and down my arms. "Good, because I was very much enjoying what we were doing up there.”

"Me too, prior to my little panic." He laughs quietly, kissing my hair, hands still stroking me adoringly. As I sit there on the steps smoking, with my gorgeous vampire wrapped around me, I feel the thoughts that had spooked me out starting to fade away, and as I warm to his touch once more, the thoughts of what I have to do become less daunting. Once I've finished my cigarette, he picks me up and carries me back upstairs again in the blink of an eye, taking off the jeans he'd put on to come outside, while I remove the vest I'd covered my nakedness with, resuming the position we were in prior to my swift exit.

I stare down at him for a few moments, appreciating how gorgeous he is. smiling before leaning down to kiss him. I remember which part of the covers I put the chains down on before my mouth descends his body again and I resume giving him head.

The sounds of him becoming increasingly more aroused as I pleasure his beautiful, fat cock in turn boosts my arousal again to tingling, throbbing levels of want, but this time when he tells me to grab the chains, I steel myself to the task in hand, laying them quickly across each wrist and then his throat. I hate it, to see him wincing in pain, moving myself back down to take him into my mouth again, giving the absolute performance of a lifetime with my blowjob skills, in some hope I can counteract the fact he’s lying there with his skin smouldering. I suck him deep, slowly increasing the pressure of my lips as my mouth glides back up, whirling my tongue all around the head of his hardness, his groans sounding one hundred percent lustful.

Taking over with my hand, I keep him caressed in a firm grip, sucking his balls in turn before repeating those actions until I’m certain that he's completely lost in bliss, imagining him inside me turning me on so much that I reach back and begin to touch myself. I can't deny, my heart starts racing quickly as I open my eyes to watch his chest fall and rise rapidly, deep moans coming from his throat as I know he's getting very close. It races with nerves over what is about to engulf him, the urge to kill.

Even though I know he can't hurt me, the fact that it'll happen is still in my mind. When it actually does, his body shuddering and dick twitching before bursting a cold jet of cum into my mouth, the sounds of him at the point of orgasm give me such sexual thrill, I'm too aroused to remember for a moment, that very thing I was scared of. Damn, he sounded so sexy when he came. The noise that follows, though, well, it’s definitely new to me after letting someone cum straight down my throat.

Perplexed, I raise an inquiring eyebrow, kissing my way back up his chest. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because the only thing that happened then was that I came so hard, I couldn’t see for a few seconds, and the only urge that I felt was to fuck you. My theory was right, I can't kill someone I love so much.” The happiness that runs right through me, to hear that, that the one time I had to keep him restrained will be the last.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, really,” he confirms, while I smile widely, reaching to remove each chain. “You know what that means?”

I grin, the last chain removed, thrown off the bed, unneeded. “I’m gonna get it?”

He rumbles a growl, licking his top lip. “Hell yeah, you’re gonna get it.” I’m grabbed quickly, turned onto my back in a second by a very, very aroused vampire. He takes a brief pause, kissing me, before... oh god, that really is huge, the thick wall of flesh that just slid inside me fully, Angel’s muscles rippling in response to how it must feel for him, to be surrounded by all he’s craved for decades. The coil in me tightens with a sharp tug, the feel of him incredible, if not a little strange at first, being that his cock is cool, like the rest of him. That, and him, begin to warm to my radiating heat, heat stirred so torridly as he sinks into me sedately at first, his mouth sprinkling kisses across my neck, pleasuring me with wet circling licks, the soft skim of his thick beard and the briefest hint of spine melting pain when he lays little bites that lead to my clavicles.

Those first intrusions of such thick hardness inside me are so good, I can barely form thought, his hands all over my body, running up and down my legs, my sides, my arms, through my hair, fingertips trailing down my cheeks as he kisses me. I feel like I'm drenched in a sea of lust as he retreats and re-enters me with steady, yet hard thrusts, my skin goosepimpled and tingly all over. Just the feel of him alone is enough to send my senses soaring, the contrast of the parts of his body that are warming against me and the parts that are still cold, like his broad, muscular back which I run my hands up and down as we kiss, biting his tongue in shock as I moan at feeling his cock hitting every last spot within me that his fingers first found.

"I'm so glad I'm a vampire right now, because you feel so good, you're going to make me… ahh, fuck… cum again.” he groans as his body shudders against mine. He doesn’t even stop. Recovery time? Zero minutes. Wow, that's one hell of a refresh rate. Sasha has of course told me before that vampires can orgasm and stay hard afterwards, that that's one of the advantages of being dead. They don't suffer from the usual human drawbacks.

What I receive from him is about the furthest from usual, though, sexually speaking, his mouth at my neck as he begins to speed up, moving more rapidly within me than he did before as he chased his release. If that was slow burn, then this? Dynamite. In a flash, he’s up off me, my legs over his shoulders, body pounding against mine as his cock drives into me at the kind of pace that isn’t natural. Oh god, getting fucked at vampire speed. Truly, there’s nothing else like it, my body surrendering to the swell of pleasure that proceeds to snap through me like a thousand lightning strikes, every last nerve ending rich spot within me spasming around him, his thumb reaching to draw circles at my clit, drawing out another crest from my shuddering body, straight after the second... and then a third.

I’ve never in my life had a multiple orgasm before... and he just made me cum three times in a row.

THREE.

I’m sure the neighbours could likely hear my screams of euphoria.

Mother... fuck.

Pulling me up astride him, he clutches my waist, bouncing me on my cock, forehead touching mine as he stares at me intently, his hands then moving, fingertips trailing my spine as I rock my hips against him, matching each of his upward movements into me, his cock hitting me so deep, I see stars. He is absolutely incredible, god, he knows a woman’s body inside and out, having over a hundred years of sexual experience behind him. Oh damn, it shows. Nothing is done on whim or test, he just knows.

His hands cease their tour of my back, holding my body tightly to his as short nails claw at my sides, groaning deeply into my mouth, sucking my tongue, neck and nipples as I bounce upon him with increased vigour. Rolling my hips into his body fiercely, I want to make him cum again, hear those darkly erotic growls, feel him filling me with cum. He's so sexy when he's having an orgasm.

A time later when he finally does, it boils through him so strongly that his deep, lust filled growls fill the room loudly, biting onto my shoulder and clinging on hard. It hurts so much and shocks my body so hard, I cum with a shriek, my inner muscles in rapid flutter around him, my cunt further drenched around his twitching cock. Clinging onto him, I feel his fangs retract and his lips softly kissing the tender spot as his rapidly moving body finally begins to slow after such exertion, and I take a moment to catch my breath, before he really shows me what being out of breath is all about.

Too fast to register, I’m turned onto my front, Angel pulling my hips up and re-entering me from behind, one hand beginning to spank my ass, the other weaving through my hair, pulling my head back. The speed he penetrates me at is unreal, completely unreal, and the night, this night full of sex so passionate, so hot and so intense, well, it's only just begun.

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jen-lee3 · 7 months

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So I love Resident Evil, and in particular Leon Kennedy because when I was like six or seven I watched my dad play Resident Evil 4 on the gamecube and went, I like this funny man. And now years later the remakes slammed me in the face now that I'm capable of complex thoughts. But none of my irl friends like Resident Evil to the point my best friend has stopped me mid conversation because I got really focused on it again. So I need people to talk to about Resident Evil, if not for my sake then my friends. So here are some random Leon headcanons/thoughts that I need to put somewhere. They're not completely original of course, but here.

These are pretty much all Remake Leon, because honestly I prefer him. He's got consistent characterization. Not that og Leon had much of a chance in that regard, there were a lot of writers and years and even consoles between each game, and I still love him. Remake Leon just gives me a chronic case of "i can fix him" disease.

He is a dog person, 100%. I think there's even art for either 2 or 1.5 of him with a bloodhound. But we knew this.

He can’t really have a pet, but if he could I think he’d inexplicably end up with a cat. He doesn’t know how this happened. It just did, and suddenly his phone is filled with pictures of this cat. Like a real ugly cat too.

I feel like he played soccer or baseball in high school. Gotta get look good for those college apps. Absolutely not foot ball.

I feel like he was well liked in high school and college. Not exactly popular, but if someone was planning a party and saw him walk by, shout out an invite to him, because he's just a nice guy.

Girls probably liked him being at parties because while he's bad at flirting, he is always ready to throw down with a creep, watch a drink, walk a girl home. Using his hero complex to enjoy a party without worry.

Leon listens to dad rock. This much is obvious. I’m using my parents for reference but they’re roughly about ten years older so there's differences. Def doesn’t listen to as much hair metal I think, but would probably get a kick out of steel panther still.

So much nirvana though. So much.

That being said, nothing is funnier than the idea of his inner elevator music being Linkin Park. He kinda missed them, getting beat up by Krauser. But I can see Chris several years later grabbing a cd thinking Leon might like this. Leon doesn’t know when Chris found out his birthday to buy him this gift as he did not tell him.

The visual of Leon zoning out and miserable with Numb playing just hits different okay.

Also everyone has seemed to collectively decide he likes NIN, specifically Closer. Which yes totally see it for re4 Leon, but also hilarious. He was 17 when that song came out. Can you imagine, freshman year or college with a Leon that's even a few years younger than re2 Leon, taking a girl back to his dorm room, and putting on some music to try and set the mood or something, and that song pops on. “I wanna fuck you like an animal” Sir, you are a golden retriever of a man that song doesn’t suit you yet.

Leon’s arm with the bullet wound seems to have some issues. I’ve seen several people throw that idea around and it makes sense. We know it was hours before he got proper medical attention at the very least if not days.

I also think he might have some slight tinnitus. Maybe just in one ear. Not enough that it would make him more vulnerable in a fight than his arm having issues. But the amount of explosions, getting thrown around, and even firing a gun. It wouldn’t be surprising.

I know that when he mentioned Wesker before he called him ‘Wesker’ like everyone else. But I think if they met, Leon would call him Albert cause it’s funny and he had no sense of self preservation.

I think Leon has a weird thing about his neck. Like sure it's fun to joke about him getting choked, but he has actually been choked by a lot of monsters to the point it’s probably touchy for him. I genuinely don’t think he’d like getting choked. And even touching his neck gets him to flinch unless he trusts them.

I didn’t want to get into nsfw, but since there's literally a tag for this on AO3… yeah, Leon’s packing. At the very least, I think this because something has to give him the confidence to say all that stupid shit. Because I don’t think it’s just his fighting skill.

Eye contact. The boy loves eye contact. If you manage to get in a conversation with him (and there's not zombies trying to kill you) he is keeping his focus and his gaze. And you know… eye contact in other situations too I guess…

He watched Buffy season 1, only got to watch exactly 2 episodes of Buffy season 2 before Racoon city. I looked up when the episodes aired. He didn’t even get to see the Angelus arc. He’ll never go back and watch until years later when streaming is a thing.

Another idea I’ve seen more than once I agree with. His apartment is so impersonal. Man walked into Ikea, pointed at one of their display rooms and said yes. Which is what they did in The Room. Tommy Wiseau looked at a display window and went yes.

Loves blockbuster and other video rentals. He loves movies but it’s probably hard for him to have a collection, so he rents them. Though that's always risky if he gets called away. But what else is he gonna spend his money on, the late fees are barely an issue.

sapphire-weapon has a lot of good Leon headcanons but I like the one about him being a fantasy nerd in particular. Being a Neil Gaimon fan makes a lot of sense. Probably enjoys some Terry Prachet as well. Very picky about fantasy but I would just want to show him my weird puppet movies. Like come on, this one has David Bowie who doesn’t like David Bowie?

I recently was shown Escape from New York and I think Leon and Chris would somehow start talking about that movie and they’ll get really excited about it and that they both love it. Like lots of good Kurt Russel movies, but I don’t think The Thing or Big Trouble in Little China gets the same results from those two.

He’s probably not Italian. If he is, it's probably too far back to matter or at the closest a grandparent they don’t really talk too. I would buy Scottish or Irish relatives closer than Italian. He is a white guy in America so he is probably a mix from several European countries but again, too far back to matter or really affect him culturally. He’s just American. Take this from someone who is of Italian descent, (my dad’s grandparents moved to Canada from Italy) and while I’m only a quarter Italian and actually have very similar colouring to Leon (pale, blue eyes, blonde) my family is still very Italian. So I feel like I can be a pretty good point of reference here.

Also the mafia background. Y’all saw one concept artist say he was Italian, and then that mock interview back in the day said his parents died in a “heinous crime” and decided it was mafia related, which hey. But idk, he seems too plucky in re2r. I feel like he’d be more disillusioned with the police force if something like that happened. I mean that is applying realism to Resident Evil which as we all know is a very grounded and realistic horror game, but regardless, he’s not mafia. Mafia princess Leon is hilarious, but just as a fun au.

But eerizon mama’s boy video tho? Makes me want to rip my phone in half (affectionate)

Probably raised catholic. He’s got a couple lines about religion and by merit of being a white guy in America, def christian family. Now y’all in the states have like a million different versions, start throwing directions into it too, so I really only know catholic. And also, Sister Michael of Derry Girls comes to me saying “I do love a good statue it must be said” and she’s right.

I wish there was more fan art of Leon with Catholic aesthetics because they're so good. Martyr Leon, Saint Leon. the possibilities. God I wish I could draw.

As for shipping, I’ll ship Leon with just about anyone.

Leon and Ashley are my personal favourite, I just think it’s adorable and knight/prince/ss relationships make me feral.

Chris and Leon are fun because grumpy old men romance!

Luis and Leon are really fun because Leon looks like scary dog privilege but I like the idea Luis is the dangerous one. He may or may not have been involved with Nemesis. Pissing off Leon is bad, but pissing off his boyfriend? Rip.

Leon and Ada are toxic and fun. I don’t understand the sentiment of, oh it’s not manipulative or unhealthy. Yes it is, that's why it’s sexy. I support women’s wrongs.

Leon and Claire are wild, something ends up on fire at the end of all their dates.

Leon and Krauser… okay maybe I don’t ship them. OG Leon? Sure, they’re more equals. Remake Leon? Krauser I’ll kill you.

In my head I refer to him as blonde because I first saw him in OG re4, but he's really more of a brunette huh. It also varies even in that regard (looking at you vendetta). Kinda like Link. Various between shades of blonde and brown with one random ginger/pink thrown in due to tech constraints.

Anyways, I have more thoughts but this was already waaaay too long. Please talk to me about Resident Evil my bestie can’t take it anymore.

#Resident Evil #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #pls i need re mutuals #my friend is going to kill me if i dont stop #leon my favourite idiot

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theautisticgamer · 9 months

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Sonic Superstars: My Thoughts Before Release

A while back, Takashi Iizuka said that Sonic Team’s long-term goal would be to produce main-line games in the open-zone format roughly every five years, with the interim containing 2.5D platformers to appeal to casual audiences. We’re finally seeing the realization of that interim plan with Sonic Superstars releasing this fall. Here are my opinions on various aspects of the game.

I won’t be discussing the graphics here. Fans with a classic bias miss the pixelated style of Mania, while fans with a modern bias, which hated Mania’s pixel style, are eager for a modern polygonal take. My personal opinion, as a gamer heavily influenced by both of Sonic’s eras, I say either style is good. I'm also very glad that they are keeping Classic Sonic active to represent the side-scrolling platformer game style and keep it visually distinct from the open-zone games. This should be overall beneficial for marketing Sonic games both now and in the future.

What’s more important to me than the graphics are the physics, which I suspect are harder to emulate in the polygonal graphic route, but people from the Sonic community that were invited to play the demo, like Gamescage (Sonic’s self-proclaimed hype-man of YouTube and Twitter fame) say the physics feel exactly like the classics, so I trust his and others’ judgment. And no wonder the physics are so good, Naota Oshima is on the project!

Which is the beginning of my concerns. The game is being developed by Naota Oshima and his studio Arzest. At a glance, it doesn’t sound like that’s a problem, since Naota Oshima created Mr. Hedgehog/Mr. Needlemouse himself. The problem comes with Oshima’s reputation and credibility. Oshima and Arzest worked on Balan Wonderworld, a major failure in the game’s industry that severely cost the game’s publisher, Square Enix. What specifically caused that game to fail were poorly designed functions for character abilities, poorly laid out stages, poor animations, and bugs. While some have claimed Oshima and Arzest didn’t have much involvement in the specific parts of Balan Wonderworld that caused its failure, I find that hard to believe because Oshima was co-heading the project. I’m not calling Arzest into question here as much as I am Oshima; for one we don’t know which Arzest team members were employed there at the time compared to now, and we don’t know who contributed to which problems. But one thing hard to argue with is that Oshima was responsible for ensuring both his employees’ work and the work of other Square Enix employees had been up to snuff on the project, and he fell short of this. This doesn’t mean Sonic Superstars is doomed to fail, it could be a much-needed test to see if Oshima/Arzest can learn from their mistakes by what we’ve seen so far of the game, they have.I know this was a long section, so the TLDR of this section is that Naota Oshima and Arzest have some rough history and we could expect some bugs at launch.

I also think we should expect different level design from Sonic Mania. Sonic Mania was developed by Christian Whitehead and a team full of other indie creatives not just from the Sonic fanbase but beloved/trusted by them, now under the studio name Evening Star. I may talk more about why they’re not working on this game in a separate article, but Evening Star was inspired by Sonic 2 and 3&K when working on Sonic Mania’s level designs, games that were considered the best in the classic trilogy. However, Sonic Team had been split in two during the classic era, half of its members going overseas to the USA to create STI (the Sega Technological Institute) with members from the Sega of America branch. Sonic 2, Sonic 3, and Sonic & Knuckles were made by STI (fun unrelated fact, current head of Sonic Team, Takashi Iizuka, was part of STI starting in Sonic 3). Naota Oshima, however, was involved in Sonic Team’s work in Japan, so his contributions were on the original Sonic the Hedgehog and Sonic CD. While these aren’t bad games, they pale in comparison to Sonic 2, 3&K, and Mania. I do think the levels we’ve been shown look better than Sonic the Hedgehog or Sonic CD, so I’m glad to see that, but I still wouldn’t expect the levels from this game to be the best we’ve seen so far.

I am excited for the game having co-op, but sadly it’s only local. This is a major missed opportunity to make the game fun to play with online friends, in the way Super Mario 3D World in its recent Switch port. I’m hopeful that with enough petition from the community, we can get them to add online co-op post-release. If not, there still should hopefully be a way to loophole some online co-op through Steam’s program made during the covid pandemic, Remote Play Together, which allows players to use local co-op features online.

While we haven’t seen the announced Lego DLC yet, I’m genuinely interested in the decision and I think it will provide fun additional content for the game. And since they added skins to the game for Lego, as well a DLC skin for people who signed up for the games’ newsletter (in the form of Amy’s modern clothes), what other skins could we be getting? Even though it was cool to see skins in Sonic Frontiers, we really didn’t get enough of them and I would love a chance to unlock a bunch of skins in Sonic Superstars as a reward for completing various challenges. This could further add to replayability on top of the character roster.

Speaking of the character roster, I’m glad to see Amy Rose added to it, giving us female representation, and while I’m glad Origins Plus DLC paved the way for her here first, I’m looking to her first genuine debut as an intended playable character in a classic Sonic game. It is suspected we’ll also be able to play as a fifth character as due to suspicious gaps in the title sequence and opening animation. Whether this will be Fang, the new character Trip, or even perhaps a return of Mighty as Plus DLC, we’ll have to see. I think that wraps up my thoughts on Sonic Superstars. The TLDR is that while some aspects of the game should be approached with caution this will be a fun experience and worth being excited for. What are your thoughts on Sonic Superstars? Do you agree or disagree with any of my points? I love interacting with the Sonic and gaming communities and would love to hear from you in the comments.

#video games #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #arzest #naoto oshima #gaming #platformers #classic #classic sonic #Sonic Superstars #superstars #speculation #my thoughts #thoughts

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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Blurb #9

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Female Reader

CW- none

Author’s Note- this comes from this ask by @leahblackk thanks so much for this love!! it was so much fun to write 💛 also sorry if it looks a little wonky I’m on mobile!!

Word Count— 2K (not really a blurb)

Studies show that the music we listen to at 14 years old is the most influential on our personality and development. Naturally, there’s some exceptions to this. Spencer, for one, tended to listen to classical music or the Beach Boys records his mother had around the house as a teenager. He still can’t listen to jazz without the bittersweet memories of Ethan coming back to haunt him. His music taste, in his opinion, didn’t really develop until Derek made him listen to his CDs on rides during their commute.

It wasn’t until he met his neighbor, Y/N that he learned just how impactful music can be on someone’s life. Spencer, despite Derek and Penelope’s efforts, doesn’t really enjoy modern music. There’s one expectation to that though: Y/N. Everytime she drags him over for late night dinners and movie nights, she always ends up putting a Taylor Swift album on her vintage record player. It’s like a ritual that either comforts her, hypes her up, or softens her heartbreak. Through the months that they’ve been friends, Spencer’s come to enjoy the music nights. There’s something about the way that she sings about love and life that is so familiar to Spencer. The day he realized, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Y/N makes all those magical, heartwarming, Taylor Swift songs make sense.

So everytime he goes over to her apartment, before he knocks he’ll listen for the music. It’s hard to not let his profiling instincts kick when he does this. Thanks to his eidetic memory, Spencer can recognize any of the songs with only a couple seconds of the lyrics.

On a sunny Monday, Spencer listens closely for the record player. He can hear the upbeat, dance tunes of New Romantics. Okay, he thinks. If Y/N is listening to that song, she’s probably happy. So he knocks on the door, a big smile on his face ready to listen to the happiest Taylor Swift songs with the girl he’s pining for and try not to reveal just how much he wants her to love him back.

“Spence! Come on, we’re dancing” Y/N shouts loudly above the music. Spencer doesn’t want to burst her bubble by telling her he doesn’t dance, so he takes her hand and dances his heart away.

In between the jumpy and laughter the song shifts. Y/N must be playing it from her Alexa because the next song is from a different album, Paper Rings comes on next. A song dedicated to the kind of love that probably makes the most sense to Spencer. He’d marry Y/N without any kind of ring- and that’s a terrifying thought.

“I love this song!” Y/N says, closing her eyes and dancing wildly, “You like this one too, right Spence?” she says above the loud music.

Spencer, unable to fully articulate how much he loves this song, decides to grab Y/N by the hand and twirl her around and around. She’s laughing and smiling, happy as she could be. Spencer’s thoughts shift from how beautiful she looks, to how easy this is. How simple loving her could be, but how hard telling her is.

The music slows, turning to Lover, a song that Spencer has dreamt of dancing with Y/N to on a white veiled occasion several times. This must be her happy playlist, Spencer thinks as she pull him close. They’re slow dancing and if Spencer closes his eyes and quiets his mind, he can trick himself into thinking she loves him back. Afterall she holds him like she does.

“I like this one the best,” Spencer whispers, his eyes still closed as he and Y/N sway to the beat of the song, “It’s comforting,” he explains.

“It’s a good wedding song,” Y/N says, resting her head against his shoulder, “like a first dance song,”

“It is,” Spencer says, “It’s actually in the proper beats per second to be a waltz, which is a common dance for a traditional first dance at a wedding,”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, pulling herself in closer to Spencer as she pets small circles into his soft cardigan. The spot where she touches leaves her mark; his heart has belonged to her for awhile now, but Spencer’s ready to give her whatever else she wants, “but dancing like this is also very nice,”

“Hmm,” Spencer says, not trusting himself to say anything else. The music switches again, and Spencer knows the song, probably before even Y/N. Dress comes on and Spencer really isn’t sure how he’ll get through listening to the sultry song that croons about pining after your best friend. Part of him seriously thinks he’s being stalked, because those songs perfectly encapsulate his love and his admiration for the girl next door.

“Oh, I got asked out on a date,” Y/N says, seemingly shocking Spencer out of his daydream, “at the coffee shop. His name is John, he seems nice,” she tells him, sounding a little nervous.

“That’s great, Y/N,” Spencer says, trying to put on a smile for his best friend, but fails to do so, “I’m happy for you,”

“Well it’s, you know. I think I just need to put myself out there and stop waiting around for my wild dreams to come true. Because after all your wildest dreams are just that, dreams,” she says, a little sadly.

“Call me after, Y/N, just to make sure you get home safe,” Spencer requests, he squeezes her hand, in what he hopes can be seen as a friendly gesture, despite him not wanting to let go.

“Of course, Mr. FBI,” Y/N teases, “Alexa, shut up! Hey, Spence, you want to order pizza. It’s been like a week since I watch Long Pond and I’ve got that itch that only listening to This Is Me Trying while stuffing my face with pizza and white wine can fix,”

“Sure, Y/N,” Spencer says, smiling through his heartbreak. He tries to not let Y/N see the tears that prickle in the corners of his eyes when the 1 comes on. It would have been fun, if he could have been Y/N’s “1”. Even in heartbreak, Taylor Swift can capture exactly what Spencer feels.

He almost didn’t bother checking by her apartment because he knew it’s her date with Jake or John, or whatever his name was. Spencer’s not a man to get jealous, he knows that Y/N doesn’t owe him her love just because he loves her. He knows that, but that doesn’t lessen the hurt of her falling for someone other than him.

As he walks by, Spencer’s ears catch the music coming from her apartment. He hears the unrecognizable twangy strum of the guitar and knows it’s going to be back news. Without thinking, Spencer rumages into his pocket, looking for his spare key to Y/N’s apartment. He unlocks the door and is greeted by Y/N’s cat, August, meowing at the door.

“Where’s our girl?” Spencer says, picking up the cat as he slips off his shoes, “hey, Y/N. It’s Spencer. I heard the music and I just thought I’d check in. I thought you were going out on your date?” he asks, finding Y/N curled up on the couch, with piles of tissues littered around her.

“Please, Spence. I’m a mess. I don’t want anyone to see me like this, especially you,” Y/N tells him, mopping her eyes up and petting her lap for August to jump up.

“Hey, hey, honey. You don’t have to worry about being a mess in front of me, I already think you’re amazing,” Spencer says, softly. He tries to gracefully avoid the spoiled tissues, he might be in love with Y/N, but he’s not in love with her used tissues.

“He-he stood me up,” Y/N stutters as a new wave of tears floods her face. Spencer leans over, shutting Alexa off. The sorrow, regretful tunes of Dear John turn off, leaving Spencer with the thought that it probably was an appropriate song to choose.

“I don’t even know why I try any more, Spence” she says, leaning into his body as he puts a comforting and protective arm around her upper half, “it’s useless. I’m doomed to be alone,”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Spencer says, mumbling into her hair, “not at all. You’re amazing. You’re kind and so smart. You’re beautiful and you have great taste in music. Anybody would be lucky to date you,” he finishes, forgetting himself for a second as he kisses her hair. She smells like green apples and ivory soap.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” Y/N says. The emphasis on ‘friend’ giving Spencer a little hope at what she is subtly implying.

“What-what if I wasn’t? What if I wasn’t saying this as just a friend?” Spencer asks, daring to be bold and brave for once in his life. He couldn’t be bold and brave for Y/N, then who is he?

She must be thinking, because Y/N doesn’t say anything. Spencer’s mind instantly switches into full gear, thinking of how he’d get out of here all while sparing his feelings.

“Please don’t say those things, Spencer. Don’t say those things unless you mean it,” Y/N tells him, her voice sounding cold and far off, like she’s trying to put some distance between themselves to protect herself. Spencer’s mind ventures to take it as a good thing, when she doesn’t physically distance herself. She decides to stay with Spencer’s arms wrapped around her upper half and his hands drawing shapes on her back.

“I mean it, Y/N. I really do mean it,” Spencer says, sounding terrified, but feeling braver than ever. “I’d never lie to you about how you make me feel. Not anymore at least,” he explains, waiting for Y/N to respond.

“Can I show you something?” Y/N ask, her voicing sounding an awfully lot like Spencer’s with the mix of fear and tension and love fighting for dominance.

“Of course,” Spencer says, nodding into her hair and letting her go.

He watches and waits as she grabs her phone from the coffee table. Y/N launches her music app, but covers her phone so Spencer can’t see which playlist she’s choosing. Y/N has very curated Taylor Swift playlists kko that help her to either middle through her dark days or celebrate her happy ones.

The music starts and just within the first few notes Spencer can tell which song is playing. “Gold Rush,” he asks, of course getting it correct and making Y/N smile.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Y/N says, scooting in closer to Spencer so his chin rests over her head. “I don’t think you’ve heard this playlist yet,” she says, handing him her phone.

Spencer looks at the phone, reading the playlist title Songs That Remind Me of Spencer, but ends up having to do a double take.

“This song always reminded me of you, Spence. I think it just captures how beautiful you are and how scared I am that you’ll find someone that will make you feel that way. Someone that’s more beautiful and better for you—“

Spencer can’t hear it anymore so he does something that was only a figment of his imagination: he kisses Y/N. He holds her head in his hands, brushing gently on her temples. It’s wonderful and magical, and Spencer thinks that he could kiss her for his whole life. He wants to know what makes her whimper and whine or make her flush. He wants to know everything about her because he is her 1, just as she is his.

“You made a playlist for me?” Spencer says, breaking away from Y/N’s lips to kiss her face. All over her forehead, her cheeks and eyes. He kisses her like he can’t get enough and is only encouraged by Y/N giggles for approval.

“Of course I did, Spence. You’re just everything to me and I couldn’t quite say it myself. So I left it up to the best songwriter I know,”

“I’ll make you one, today. Tomorrow, everyday,” Spencer says, kissing Y/N’s hands and wrists, “I just want to make you happy and know how loved you are. Because I love you, Y/N” Spencer says

“Spence,” Y/N says, not quite able to articulate how much she loves him, kisses his forehead, “I love you. God. I love you so much. And I may or may not have re-written Hey Stephen as Hey Spencer,”

#spencer reid #spencer reid blurbs #Spencer Reid x reader

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Sex Tape

Pairings: Johnny Depp x Reader

Request: “ If you take requests, would you consider doing johnny reaction to like theirs sex tape getting leaked? Reader may also be a celebrity or not. Whatever you prefer “ - @fanficshitandother

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no actual smut

Word Count: 1800

A/N: Sorry this one is so short. I was having a harder time writing it than I thought I would. I hope you enjoy!

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Shit.

You knew this was a bad idea when he suggested it but no. He just had to have this video “for when he was away filming.” It always ended like this, though, right? It always started out as fun and games until bam! Celebrity sex tape leaked!

The gossip talk show video that your best friend had sent you was still playing on your phone and you watched in silent horror as the red haired woman talked about your sex life to her male counterpart as if she had any actual right to have an opinion. In the top corner was a picture of you and Johnny at the red carpet for the premier of the Crimes of Grindelwald, his arm around your waist and both of you smiling for the paparazzi pictures. “Okay, guys. You are going to want to hear this,” She started, clasping her absurdly long acrylic-clad fingers together and holding onto her knees, “So there has been yet another sex tape leaked and I want you to guess who’s it is.” She looked over to her co-host. He had a push broom mustache that was bleached blonde to match his hair.

The man hummed before waving his hand, which also donned long yellow acrylics, “I swear, Laurel, if this is another Kardashian or Paris Hilton tape, I’m gonna scream. That’s such old news.”

“Actually, it’s someone that I certainly didn’t expect. Johnny Depp and his wife, Y/N L/N.” She dropped the news and the co-star’s mouth dropped.

“Are you serious? Like Jack Sparrow, Sweeney Todd, Willy Wonka, Johnny Depp?” He asked in total shock, “I didn’t expect that either! But you know what? I feel like he’d be really good in bed.”

He and Laurel both laughed, “You’re so bad!” She squealed, hitting him with the paper notes in her hand, “But, between you and me,” She leaned in, as if she was telling an actual secret that wasn’t being broadcast on the internet, “I did see it.”

“And?”

“It was pretty hot, I can’t lie. That Y/N is a very lucky girl indeed.” The pair giggled like a pair of school girls.

You were absolutely mortified. How did this happen? How many people had seen it? Who had seen it? Oh God… all you could imagine was your family stumbling across the video or, debatably worse, Johnny’s kids. This had to be one of the worst moments of your life.

You turned off the video and quickly dialed your husband. “Hello, love.” He greeted cheerily on the other end. The faint sound of cars passing in the background told you he was probably driving home from the meeting he had been at.

“Did you see it? Did you hear it?” You asked frantically.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“The video! The video got leaked!” You ran your fingers through your hair messily, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

“What video?” He questioned, not sounding like he fully understood what had happened, but then you could almost feel the weight of realization falling on him, “Wait, our video?”

“Yes! Our video!” You were yelling at this point, not at him but at the situation and thankfully he understood that.

“Okay, okay. We’ll- Hang on my manager is calling. Probably to tell me about it. I’ll be home in five minutes. I love you.” He signed off your call quickly before hanging up without giving you the chance to respond.

While you waited for him to get there, you spiraled down the rabbit hole that was the tabloids and social media. Your phone buzzed off the charts as everyone from your sister to Helena Bonham Carter called you to ask if you were okay. Of course, you weren’t. But it was one phone call from a former college roommate, Sheila, had really gotten your blood boiling.

“It’s okay! If anything, this is just going to make you more famous! Look at all the other celebs who’ve had their sex tapes leaked. They’re like, super famous.” Sheila sounded more excited than she should have, which certainly made you question her motives behind calling you in the first place. Since marrying Johnny, you’d had the unfortunate displeasure of having to cut a few people off from your past who had randomly called you up after years of little to no contact, asking more favors in the movie industry, money, or even just for the clout of saying they knew you. There really was such a downside to this whole marrying famous person thing that nobody ever really talked about - not that you would take it back, though, of course. You loved Johnny more than anything.

Still, when the words left her mouth, you felt a flash of anger swell up, “Contrary to what a lot of people might believe, being famous actually kind of sucks,” You spat angrily, “And call me crazy, but I don’t exactly feel thrilled at knowing the whole world as access to a video of my naked ass!”

“At least it’s a good naked ass, though! Your boobs are looking pretty good too. Did you get them done?” She asked bluntly, still not a care to be heard in her voice. You swore you could almost detect a fake valley girl accent too.

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief at the words coming from her voice, “I can’t believe you.” Without giving her a chance to respond, you clicked the off button before flipping her off through the screen, though you knew she couldn’t see it. The audacity of some people.

The front door swung open, drawing your attention as Johnny hurried into the house, setting his bag down by the front door. “How bad is it?” You asked, knowing his manager must have told him the full extent.

“Do you want the truth?” Johnny saw as panic and humiliation swept across your face, knowing that perhaps that wasn’t the best way to break it to you that it was pretty bad. He stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms, “I told Harrison to take ‘em down. Whenever he found one, he said he’d get it deleted.

You sighed defeatedly, “That doesn’t stop the fact that a bunch of people already saw it.” Your arms wrapped around Johnny’s torso and you allowed your head to fall against his chest, trying to calm yourself with his scent- exotic spicy cologne and old books.

His large hand came to stroke through your hair, “That is true,” He conceded with a heavy breath, “But, it also means that fewer and fewer people will continue to see it.” There was a pause in which neither of you said anything, only took a few minutes to hold onto each other while you thought about the future now, “Y’know, I can’t help but feel like this is partly my fault. I shouldn’t have asked to make the video. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head in disagreement, “I agreed to do it too. It’s on both of us. In retrospect, we should have put it on an actual VHS tape or something that would be more difficult to get into the tabloid’s hands.”

You were tired of this - of this constant running from the vultures that prayed off your every misstep just to turn them against you and create headlining stories. You felt like you couldn’t even breathe without a scandal unless the media allowed it. You were just grateful that you happened to marry one of the most private actors in Hollywood, knowing that whatever pressure you felt, more public figures like Angelina Jolie had it much worse. Still, something inside you stirred, a decision that you’d stop living in fear.

Johnny pulled back and gave you that infamous cocked eyebrow look of wonder, one that you’d mostly seen him use as Jack Sparrow. Little did everyone know, it was a gesture he’d picked up on doing in real life as well. “Do we even have a VHS player anymore?”

You chuckled and buried your head back into his white shirt, “I don’t even know. I feel like there must be one laying around somewhere. And if not, I’ll go down to a pawn shop and pick one up just for you to use while filming.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” You leaned back, pulling on his shirt to bring him down closer to your level, “That if we’re going to be making you another one of these videos, it’s gonna be on something that stays only between us.”

Your husband nearly choked on air, “Another one? After what just happened?”

“Only if you want to and only if it stays on something physical like a CD or VHS that we can mutually agree to burn and destroy if anything happens.” You giggled and Johnny joined in with a low chuckle as well, “But… the video was leaked. We knew that was a risk when we made it. But, y’know what? I’m tired of living in fear of the paparazzi and public. They’ve already seen us fuck. There’s not much else we’ve got to lose.”

His dark eyes flashed with mischief before he took off in a light jog down the hall without a word. You followed him, “Where are you going?” You giggled, turning the corner to find him digging through your little Harry Potter closet under the stairs.

When he stood up, he shook his long hair out of his eyes messily and held up an old tape recorder that had to be at least twenty years old. Johnny swayed towards you, jokingly flirtatious as he spoke, “Well, Mrs. Depp, it would seem that you’re in luck because your husband likes to hoard old shit.”

The grey and black machine seemed to stare at you and some hesitation set in again but then you remembered what you’d said: I’m tired of living in fear… there’s not much else we’ve got to lose.

Johnny flicked open the side compartment and his eyes opened in surprise to find a tape still in there. He lifted it from the slide and looked it over, shocked to see that it appeared to be an unused blank tape, “Well, well, looks like we’re in luck.”

Biting your lip, you looked up at him with those eyes before grabbing his hand and running upstairs to your bedroom, dragging him along. “The world thinks they’ve seen us fuck. They only got a preview.”

“Only a preview? I thought we went pretty hard last time?” He countered with a low challenging laugh.

You turned around at the top of the stairs, one hand on the banister as you turned to face him. His body collided with yours, his hand reaching around the small of your back to steady the two of you and you arched your body into his, being sure to brush your body against his groin, “Oh, Johnny… we’re both throwing our backs out tonight.”

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Opera-phile

I had a hobby that I couldn’t tell anyone about. People like me were no rare breed.

Amongst the hobbies I had heard about from my friends until now, the one that made me think “this might be a bit hard to tell someone” the most was that keeping ice cream lids when they finished eating it. They said they would write down the date on each lid and store them in one of those clear files sold at 100-yen shops. They could only eat ice cream on special days when they were little, and they still couldn’t get over the habit of that time. The face of the person who had told me about this seemed simply satisfied in some way. Regardless, this may not have been something so difficult to say because it was revealed at a drinking party.

Now. Bringing the topic back to me.

If you were living alone in a foreign land called Sri Lanka, you could do whatever you wanted. I could get up at any time, eat whatever I felt like, study the things I enjoyed and go wherever I wanted with my Three-Wheeler. I didn’t have much, but the prices were cheap. My culinary repertoire was also noticeably increasing. Even if I danced alone in my room, no one would be watching. No, my dear dog Jirou would stare at me with a bit of a strange look, but there were times when he’d eventually jump up and down and start dancing with me. Even if I listened to music at a loud volume, the same went for my neighbors.

Therefore, I was now thinking that maybe my stopper had come off a little.

I had bought the CD in Colombo, the real capital of Sri Lanka. As one would expect of the biggest shop in the country, they sold a lot of things that were unlikely to be available in Kandy.

The jacket featured a black-haired woman with a spellbound face, both of her arms outstretched. It was an opera CD with twelve songs.

I went back and forth in my room, shouting, “ah~, ah~”. What an opera was? No, I did know. It was traditional singing style – something like a musical, in which singers such as tenor, paritone, soprano and alto would perform along with a play. But something about them that diverged a bit from musicals was that the words used were old, the melodies weren’t excitable, and they were mainly either Italian or French, I believed.

I had no choice but admit it at this point. I liked opera.

Nakata Seigi had the words “I’m in love with opera” floating about in his head. I was driven by an urge to scream “gyaaah” and make said words disappear, but on the CD jacket, Maria Callas was making a spellbound face as usual, and that made me happy. I had purchased this CD after much hesitation over buying this or buying that. There was no way I wouldn’t be happy about it. Still...

Somewhere in my head, I recognized this as something embarrassing.

My dear boss was always telling me to think rationally at such times. He told me that whenever I thought my mind was moving in absurd ways, it always happened that there was some sort of timid development in me, which I either hadn’t noticed or, even if I did notice it, I’d ignore it – but once I understood it, it would stop being absurd.

Why would opera be embarrassing in the first place?

How I had come to like opera? The trigger was the radio. When I was staying at a hotel for a while back in Tokyo, I tended to feel down because I had nothing to do other than study, so I’d sometimes listen to the radio broadcast at the hotel while devoting myself to physics and English.

The singing voice I heard at that time was – how should I put it? – tremendously wonderful.

I couldn’t think that it was the voice of someone from the same world as myself. Someone was singing in a place just a few ways away, and as I listened to it, my body felt like my body was airily floating up – it was that kind of voice. I didn’t have any preferences for either male or female, and if anything, I liked both. The title of the song being streamed was written in the hotel’s guidebook, so I went to a video streaming site and searched for the same song by other singers and the songs that came before and after said piece. Faust. Madama Butterfly. Otello. Rigoletto. The Magic Flute. Don Giovanni. Whenever an opera song was used on a TV show, i became able to at least tell which prelude it was from.

And this passion hadn’t cooled down even now that some time had passed since then.

I walked around the room again, shouting, “Uuuh, uuuh”. Jirou energetically followed me from behind. It was almost as if he meant to say, “It’s fun to go a stroll even inside a room, huh, owner?”. Sorry but it’s not like I’m taking you on a walk, I thought, yet Jirou couldn’t care less, letting out a sweet voice as I held him up and rocked him, and then running off to the yard as if he had gotten excited. Just as I felt relieved, thinking about what a cute fella he was, I found myself imagining something. I could see myself at the drinking party, talking about how I liked opera. The reaction I pictured was an explosion of laughter.

“‘Opera’, you say. What’s up with that? It’s that thing where fat people raise their voices like crazy, right? You like that? Why? No way, Nakata, didn’t you just want to have a rich people hobby just ‘cause you’ve well-off these days? Like, those that feel like you’re superior. That’s exactly what opera is. Okay, I get it, but that ain’t very interesting, so how about we change the topic?”

It gave me chills.

I wasn’t creeped out by how people might talk about my hobbies. However, it was painful to have the whole genre of opera, which had saved me back when I was put in a spot like a light reaching out from the sky, be judged by people who didn’t even know the difference between Callas and Pavarotti and not be able to defend them. I had to protect what was important to me. Or else, it would get damaged. I wasn’t referring to the long-standing form of art that had been cultivated for hundreds of years. I meant my own heart. That was painful to me.

Yeah, I was somewhat aware that this wasn’t an “embarrassment”. But I was scared.

I was low-key terrified of having people pointing their fingers at me from behind with words such as “eccentric”, “weirdo” or “pretentious” for having a preference that was different from other people’s – and something that I seriously liked, no less.

With a deep breath, I took the CD’s vinyl cover. Unlike Japanese CDs, there was none of those convenient little ears that made the cover come off when you pulled it. I slowly cut it with a pair of scissors, set it on a nostalgic stereo radio and played it while referring to the table of track numbers on the backside.

Just from the intro, I already knew who was singing and what song it was.

Maria Callas’s “Casta Diva”. It was a song from an opera called “Norma”, and the meaning of it was “chaste goddess”.

What it made me reminisce to was a seriously horrible time, when I had to prepare for my death to a certain extent. Whenever this song played in the hotel’s radio program, which repeated itself over and over, this song would connect me with paradise, telling me that I didn’t need to worry about trivial matters, so I was able to leave it all aside and relax. It was that kind of song. Without a doubt, my biggest and best saver was that beautiful jeweler, but from the sidelines, opera had definitely helped me keep my sanity.

That was amazing.

I was grateful from the bottom of my heart that this form of art, which couldn’t be classified as mainstream at all in Japan and probably overseas as well, had maintained its thread of life across the centuries. It had saved me. Would the CD sales be of any help to it? Thankfully, I had some money to spend and was probably able to buy a set of all-track CDs per month. Would that be a form of repayment of any kind? It would be great if so, I thought wholeheartedly.

“Casta Diva” wasn’t too long a piece. With a voice that sounded like it was vanishing, the song ended. For whatever reason, it made me feel like crying, no matter how many times I had listened to it. It was too beautiful. It was an impossible speculation, but if Richard turned into a song, I felt that his form would change into something very close to this one.

Once I finished listening to the track, the “aaah”s and “uuuh”s had disappeared from my head. I liked opera. Opera turned into my strength. So I wanted to cherish it.

Even if someone ridiculed me for it, the problem was with the person, not with me or with opera. And my precious, beautiful shopkeeper had stated that “no discriminating other people based on their preferences” was one of the main principles of Etranger. What was I going to do by discriminating myself?

I was going to keep buying opera CDs from now on too, I swore proudly to my heart, yet secretly decided not to write about it in my blog or talk to Richard about it. Not because it was embarrassing. But rather because I had the gut feeling that I couldn’t predict what would happen in the end if I told him.

On that day, I was busy with preparations for cooking. First Saul-san, and then Richard would come to Kandy to hear the reports about the progress of my studies. It was also like a test. But I hadn’t studied half-assedly enough to chicken out at that. Above all, thanks to the negotiations in Ratnapura, I was conscious that my eyes were well-trained, if I could say so myself.

If it didn’t go well even with this, that was fine. I was happy to find new challenges. Lots of things became easier once I started feeling that studying was fun.

And since they were coming over, they wouldn’t get angry if I prepared a bit of a feast. More than anything, being able to cook a few people’s share in this house had me overjoyed. After all, I was basically living alone, so just how many times had I found delicious-looking and cheap food but had to tearfully give up because I wasn’t sure if I could eat it all by myself?

Being surrounded by things that made you happy was extremely good for the heart.

Deciding to go for an additional blow, I set the CD in the radio. A long aria began at the end of the first opus of all songs. It was a French opera called “La Fille du Régiment”, and being fond of this one had greatly helped me when I was studying French.

The man who started to sing that he was going to marry the army was a world-renowned tenor.

In the beginning, the man sang that he was going to do meritorious deeds in the army, cheered on by his companions. Since I had been listening to the words ever since back when I could only hear them as katakana spelling, my mouth moved without any reference. Of course, my voice didn’t sound like that of a tenor, but it had the same gist as somehow trying to sing in the range of a singer from some music show. Just that was fun enough.

A fish pie was baking in the oven. There were three types of curry in the smaller pots. My Nakata-style sliced veggies pickled in soy sauce, which were a mixture of chopped coconut sambal and dried fruits, were lined up on a cutting board, and the fresh fruits that I planned to make into mixed juice were all completely ready. The only thing I had left to do was preparing watalappan for dessert. It had to chill in the fridge for a while, so it was necessary to make it in advance. However, since it was my third time making it, I had the procedure memorized. No worries.

The tenor raised his voice amidst joy. The man who sang, “Ah, I’m going, I’m going to marry the army” didn’t like the army in particular, he was just in love with the abandoned girl that all the men from the regiment he was enlisted in were raising together.

The key switched to waltz. The true value of the tenor would ensue from that point onward.

The oven beeped, indicating that the pie had finished baking. With light steps, put on my gloves, took out the whole iron plate with the pie on it and gently slid it into a white porcelain plate.

A series of splendid high Cs. This referred to when the tenor raised their voice a great deal. If the composer was wonderful in reproducing the feelings of happiness into the music so keenly, then so was the singer who sang them so faithfully, I believed. The feeling of excitement turned into the melody just the way it was.

I arranged the dishes on the table and peeled the fruits. The high Cs continued one after another. I opened a can of coconut milk and mixed the contents with nut paste. The song was approaching the end. “What a fate, what a fate,” he sang, sounding merry. The highest note was near.

The song was coming to a close while celebrating happiness with the highest note. The feelings of the singer weren’t recorded in the CD, but I could hear them as comfortably as could be.

It wasn’t nearly high enough, but I sang along at a fairly loud volume.

At the same time as the song finished with a flashy grace note, I lightly kicked the open lid of the oven. It closed up neatly. With this, everything was all set. I was going to put away the CD set before the guests arrived.

Or so I had planned.

After the peak of my excitement, I noticed that someone was standing outside the window. He hadn’t come in from the front door. Hence the chime didn’t ring.

“Bravo, bravissimo.” A beautiful man wearing a white shirt and sunglasses, said glasses charmingly pushed up above his forehead, was smiling while applauding at my stiffened self.

The test was terrible that day. I didn’t think there was any issue with the contents of my answers. However, since I was stuttering so much, Saul, my mentor who was so picky about manner of speech as well as the contents of it, pointed out that I should “act more dignified”. I knew that better than anyone. There was too much noise interference in my head with things such as, “Why did I put opera on in such high spirits? What did he think of me now? As I thought, does he think that this hobby doesn’t suit me? No, that’s definitely impossible when it comes to my teacher, so I have to take control of my self-consciousness”.

And so, this is a story that happened more than half a year after that. Something that took place in Sri Lanka in May.

“Eh?”

“Happy birthday, Seigi. Here is a little present.”

“A bank deposit transfer certificate?”

“Good job reading it. That is from the USA.”

“USA...”

“There was a seat that you would probably like, so I purchased a year’s worth of it.”

“A year”? This wasn’t potato chips or cup noodles. What kind of seat was that? Was there a truck coming to deliver it? While thinking about such things, I continued reading the A4 paper, and when I got to half of it, I roared loudly. I let out a voice that sounded like a crushed frog, I believed.

The seat that Richard had given me was indeed a seat. But at a music theatre in America, which was likely the world’s most famous. It was a one-year membership card.

This was proof that “a seat will be reserved for you”. A seat just for me, for any performance, that I could use whenever I went there.

I felt lightheaded. Just how much had this “seat” cost him? What was he trying to do by giving something like this to someone who sat in swivel chairs sold at mass retailers? I did have such rational retorts in my head, but above that, I was so, so happy that I started jumping up and down. I could go to a theatre that I only knew about from CDs. Anytime, as long as I had the plane tickets. No matter who was singing.

“Can I really have this?!”

“Do you think I’m some sort of boorish lad who’d take back the treasure after making the other person happy?”

“No way! Uoooh, I’m too excited; that’s bad!”

“You are reacting like a dog again...”

“I’m gonna run in the yard for a bit!”

As I, with a messy katakana pronunciation, sang to myself the chorus part of the aria that had just finished while rolling around in the yard, Jirou ran over and mounted on me without restraint. “Owner, we’re going to play here, right? We’re going to play here, right? Come, let’s play,” he seemed to say, energetically wagging his tail. I was so happy that I hugged him and rolled about, but then I could see Richard laughing. The yard was on a slightly lower level than the house, so the house was wholly visible, so I didn’t think I was mistaken. He really was making a happy-looking face. This might have been my first time seeing that man laugh with such a child-like expression.

At that moment, something suddenly came to mind.

When Richard told me for the first time that he “likes pudding”, did he also think for a bit that it was embarrassing or wonder about what I was going to say? This man had thorough knowledge about the so-called “society”. There was no way that he hadn’t considered the possibility.

But he had told me about it.

Did I not say anything weird to him back then? “A man, liking pudding?” or “Why would a foreigner like a Japanese dessert?” It gave me the creeps. Back then, I didn’t have as much care as now regarding how to handle such circumstances. I just had words jumping out of my mouth like knives. This still applies even now, but I wanted to think it had gotten better, even if just a little.

Had I not said anything to him? Had I not hurt him? I didn’t have any way to confirm that now. If I apologized without knowing what I had said, it wouldn’t be a sincere apology.

But right now, Richard was looking at my happy self and smiling.

So I decided to stop thinking about these things. And from now on too, I would keep making heaps upon heaps of the things he liked.

I had to protect what was important to me by myself. But if I happened to notice something that mattered to someone who was dear to me, I wanted to cherish it too. I had no other choice.

After stroking Jirou, I went back to where Richard was and bowed to him again. He reciprocated the bow with a “you are welcome” and seemed about to start laughing again.

“That’s right, I was gonna make pudding. Wait just a bit more.”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“You already got me a seat at the MET; I can’t go along with that flattery even as a joke. I’d be happy if you played with Jirou, though.”

“Then, I will take you up on those words.”

Rubbing my chest in relief, I went back to my room, patting my whole body to remove the dirt and dog hairs, and after washing my hands with soap, I returned to the kitchen.

By the looks of it, I was going to be able to listen to an opera in person one of these days – at least within a year’s time. Once I watched it live, all the curtains would close, right? For real? Was such a thing possible? Apparently yes. Hard to believe but it was true.

That man who was like an incarnation of the worldwide definition of “beauty”, and above that, who was a genius at pleasing me, was fooling around with my hybrid brown dog in the yard, illuminated by tropical sunshine. It seemed that the preparations for our feast would still take a while.

“What a wonderful day,” I hummed tentatively in French. A gorgeous tenor voice wouldn’t come out of my throat, but the things I liked would firmly support my heart nevertheless. Almost like a backbone for it. And there was someone supporting this backbone. Honestly, what a wonderful day. For now, I’d be making pudding. And share at least a little bit of this feeling.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.13 Kino [Track 2]

Original title: 寒冷

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 13 Kino [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (15:28 ~ 29:54)

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I was already kind of curious about the contents of this track from reading the title, but as soon as the MC returned from the cafeteria with a popsicle, I already knew what was going to happen. I can really imagine the struggles of having a boyfriend like Kino who loves pulling pranks on you. Although compared to some of the other stuff the boys have done to her, being teased with a popsicle isn’t even all that bad. Seeing him try and make it up to her afterwards made for a cute moment as well.

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Track 2: Coldness

“ーー And then I ended up arguing with Yuuri over who is correct. What do you think? Which one of us was right?”

You hesitate.

“Seems like you’re having trouble answering my question. Don’t hold back and just tell me. In return, I’ll punish you if you don’t say it was me.”

You frown.

“You’re struggling that much? Guess I have no other choice. I’ll give you some time. Try and come up with an answer by the end of classes today.”

The two of you come to a halt.

“...So, is this the classroom we had to move to? (1)”

You explain.

“The science lab, huh? It’s really such a pain that science classes take place in a different classroom. Oh well, guess it’s fine. Hurry up and open the door.”

*Rattle*

“...Hm? What’s wrong? You’re not going inside?”

You close the door again.

“...Eh? Why did you close the door again? Don’t we have class here?”

You tell him it’s the wrong room.

“Haah!? Who goes to the wrong classroom!? Unlike me, you’ve been going to this school for quite some time, right?”

You apologize.

“Honestly...I don’t know whether you’re just slow-witted or if you actually have a few screws loose...”

You seem confused.

“Eh? What’s weird?”

You tell him there seem to be more doors than usual.

“What are you saying? You’re just imagining things, no? There’s no way the number of doors would suddenly increase. Doesn’t it just feel that way? It’s no good to try and blame your own mistakes on someone or something else. Also, that barely makes for a decent excuse.”

You insist.

*Dingー Dongー・ Dingー Dongー*

“Ah-aaah...Right, right. There’s more doors than usual, huh? Anyway, the bell of the next period just rang. We won’t make it in time for our class so what should we do?”

You frown.

“Well, if we’re confirmed late, might as well say ‘screw it’, right?

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, let’s just skip class.”

You protest.

“If we go now, we’ll just get scolded for being late, right? So why not? ...Come on, this way! Let’s go!”

Kino drags you along.

*TIMESKIP*

“Fufufu~ I’m almost done with this quest...”

*Tap tap*

“Ahー But before that, I have to use this item.”

*Tap tap*

“Hm? What do you want? I’m busy playing my game right now.”

You seem anxious to get in trouble for skipping.

“You’re still worried about that? We already skipped class, so there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

*Tap tap*

“Isn’t spending time out on the rooftop during class something you have to do at least once while you’re young? We’re here now anyway, so you should try and have some fun as well.”

You frown.

“No buts! ...Ah, I get it. You end up having unnecessary worries because you’re bored, no? In that case, I’ll give you something to do.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“There’s a cafeteria on campus where you can purchase food and such, right? Go buy me something there.”

You ask him what to get.

“Hmー Let’s see...What to choose? ...Then, how about you get something you think I’d like?”

You want him to be a little more specific.

“What would that be? The whole point is that you figure it out.”

You whine.

“It’s not difficult, is it? If you’ve been keeping a close eye on me, it should be a piece of cake! ...Pick the thing that would make me the most happy! Alsoーー”

*Rustle*

“You better not keep me waiting, so I expect you back here in ten minutes, okay? If you’re even one second late...You’ll get a pentalty.”

You flinch.

“Come on. Hurry up.”

You run away.

*TIMESKIP*

*Creaaak*

“Ah! You’re finally back...!”

You ask if you made it back in time.

“Haah? What are you saying? You didnt even come close to making it back on time. Just how far did you have to go for those?”

You explain.

“You got lost? You’ve been a student at this academy for a while, haven’t you? That doesn’t make any sense. Stop making those lousy excuses.”

You try and defend yourself.

“Hmm~? So you got the location of the cafeteria wrong? I guess you went down the wrong stairs or something? Oh well, whatever. More importantly, hurry up and hand it over. You obviously got one of my favorites, right?”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Eh? That?”

You nod.

“Ice cream...? Haah...”

You frown, asking him if he doesn’t like ice cream

“It’s not that ice cream’s bad or anything but...Why didn’t you get me guava juice? You know that I like it, don’t you?”

You tell him that wasn’t an option.

“Haah!? They don’t sell it here!? They really should reconsider their line-up then. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Not only did you make me wait forever, and on top of that, you weren’t able to buy something which would make me happy. Fufu~”

*Rustle*

“This calls...for a punishment.”

You protest.

“No point in fighting back. ...Come here.”

Kino pulls you close.

“Gotcha. When I’m holding you tightly from behind like this, you can no longer get away, can you? That being said, this ice cream has been well chilled. I’m sure it would feel extremely cold if I were to press it against your skin. For example...Against the back of your nape.”

*Rustle*

You flinch.

“You’re already reacting that strongly from just slightly brushing it across? I wonder what would happen if I were to slip it inside your clothes then? Aren’t you curious?”

You shake your head.

“Oh come on~ No need to be modest. Come on...”

*Rustle*

He presses the ice cream against your bare skin as you shriek.

“...Ahaha! Did you hear yourself just now? Well, I guess it would feel cold and disgusting to have an entire popsicle slide down your back. Ah-aah...Your uniform’s a mess as well.”

You call him out for bullying you.

“I’m not being mean, am I? It’s a punishment after all. Besides, that scream just now wasn’t half bad, you know? I’d love to hear it one more time.”

You tell him the ice cream has already melted.

“Guess so. You didn’t buy more than one popsicle after all. ...But you know, I have this.”

*Cling*

“If we use the hourglass to reload, the ice cream and your uniform will return to their original state. You should be grateful.

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

ーーー

*Creaaak*

“Ah! You’re finally back...! ...Hehe, you gave the exact same reaction as earlier. Why are you looking around in confusion? I told you I would reload, didn’t I? Time got turned back. You remember what happened earlier, don’t you?”

Kino approaches you.

“Exactly. Seems like you properly recall. I pulled you close like this...”

*Rustle*

“...And played with you using this popsicle you bought, didn’t I?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Say...There’s something I’m curious about. I can test it out, right? You already know just how cold this ice cream is. The chilled sensation from having it directly pressed up against your skin. So I was wondering...How will your body react if I repeat the same action one more time, now that you’re already well aware of how it’ll feel?”

You try and get away.

*Rustle rustle*

“...Woah there! You better don’t think I’ll let you get away!”

He grabs hold of your wrist.

“...There. Gotcha.”

*Rustle rustle*

“No point in resisting. There’s just no way you could get away from me after all.”

Kino opens the popsicle.

“There we go~ It’s time for the ice cream you’ve just been dying for~ If I run it across your nape like this...”

You flinch.

“Exactly. You can feel it even stronger when you already know what to expect, don’t you? I wonder if it’s your brain playing tricks on you...?”

*Rustle*

“...Hm? What? Throwing in the towel already? Guess I have no other choice. In that case, I’ll warm you up next.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hm...The taste of this popsicle is pretty mediocre. I don’t think I could finish the whole thing. The person who bought it should take responsibility and eat it all instead. Here you go.”

He forces the popsicle inside your mouth.

“You’re whining was starting to annoying me, so this works perfectly. Keep it in between your teeth for a bit, okay? Meanwhile I’ll dig into this to cleanse my palate. In the end, it seems like I...”

*Rustle*

“...enjoy this the very best. mmh...”

Kino bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Nn...You like this too, don’t you? The whimpers slipping through...They’re different compared to when I teased you earlier. They’re sweet yet sorrowful. Almost as if you’re begging for me.”

*Rustle*

“Let me hear more of those...”

*Rustle*

“...Ah!”

You drop the popsicle.

*Splatter*

“Ah-aah...The popsicle fell down. Your skirt’s a mess now as well.”

You apologize.

“Why are you saying sorry? Ahー Because you dropped it? I don’t care, really. ー Wait, what’s with that face? You’re in tears. Your lips are all sticky from the ice cream as well. I’ll wipe you clean, so look this way.”

You turn around.

*Rustle rustle*

“Perhaps I took my teasings a little too far? ...Were you scared?”

You nod.

“I see. ...Fufu. You’re such a crybaby, how cute~”

*Smooch*

“There, all clean. Now cheer up, okay? You don’t want things to become awkward between us, do you? I guess that leaves your skirt...Honestly, it’s kind of a drag, so would you like me to turn back time to before you dropped the popsicle?”

You ask him if it’s okay.

“Of course I don’t mind. ...But in return, I might mess with you again~”

You protest.

“I’m just kidding. Let’s kill some time together until classes end? Ah! But don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’ll still use the hourglass. ...Well then, how should we enjoy ourselves next~?”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) At Japanese high schools, students stay in the same classroom for 90% of the classes. For some subjects like science, art, etc. they may move to a different classroom which has the right facilities and material. These are called 移動教室 or ‘idō-kyōshitsu’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kino #diabolik lovers more more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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I absolutely love your writing!! It's so very enjoyable and your au's are absolutely delightful. I just thought you should know.

Thank you so much, Nonnie! AUs are something I really enjoy and to hear that others find them fun makes me so very happy. As a little thank you, here’s another AU feat Kaer Morhen Radio and a Jaskier driving an 18 wheeler.

Life was a lonely one on the road. There were many acquaintances and other drivers Jaskier had a passing friendship with, Valdo Marx had the annoying habit of having similar routes to him - they did say mimicry was the highest form of compliment. Alas, nobody was a steady presence in Jaskier’s life. Well, nobody who was aware of him. Though there was the Kaer Morhen Radio family. They were the closest Jaskier had to everyday friends, as sad as that sounded.

“Good morning fuckheads.” Such a declaration could only mean it was 6am and Lambert had taken over. Instinctively, Jaskier was smiling as he sat up with a yawn. Most radio stations liked to gently rouse listeners with swelling music that got more up beat as the day went on. Not Kaer Morhen Radio. They had Lambert as their morning DJ, there to wake sensitive ears in more and more creative ways. He had become known for his unique way to wake listeners up; from bringing in pots to bang to trying to imitate the mating call of a moose at full volume. The only thing listeners loved more than Lambert being a general prick was his flirtation with Aiden who did weather and traffic announcements.

“And, in those four famous words: and now, the weather,” Lambert announced gleefully. After a long moment of silence, he snickered. “We shall have to give Aiden a moment to climb out from under the desk and rinse his mouth. In the mean time, here’s a banger.”

The banger, Jaskier was surprised to find, was quite literally a recording of someone (possibly Lambert) attempting to play drums (badly) on some kitchen pots. By the time the piece reached its rather boisterous end, it seemed that Aiden was no longer preoccupied.

“The weather today-” Jaskier tuned Aiden’s words out in favour of figuring out whether he was messing around or whether he really did sound so husky and gravelly thanks to having his throat fucked. It was quite the conundrum and Jaskier spent the start of his morning drive wondering how many complaints Lambert and Aiden will get now. Their record was 36 for the game of “identify that noise” wherein they stuck their fingers in various containers and made them squelch. To that day, nobody knew whether the last one really was, in Lambert’s words, “Aiden’s well used hole and my come”.

Afternoons were much more peaceful. Eskel took over at 2pm and he was laid back, played soothing music and gave the impression of being a very calm and reliable member of society. Jaskier always maintained it was an impression because, among all the chat, Eskel would sometimes drop a strange little fact that made him do a double take or two.

“This next song,” Eskel had once said, “was written while under the influence of cocaine.” It was a reasonable enough fact to share, Jaskier had been listening while stuck in a traffic jam along a motorway. “How they managed to write it though, I have no idea. Cocaine is terrible for your focus, I could barely scratch an itch before being distracted by something else. So kudos to the writers for creating a whole song while off their face.”

Which was something Jaskier had never thought Eskel would know anything about. He always seemed to demure, the solid rock of Kaer Morhen Radio. He balanced out Yennefer’s news updates perfectly. It was probably why Jaskier liked him so much, now that he thought of it. The surface innocence mixed in with hints of a very colourful life lived beneath the steady exterior. Well, hints other than the incident where Eskel somehow managed to not turn his microphone off and had a conversation about going to a rave with someone who worked at the radio station. Nobody knew the man’s name and his answers were half muffled but listeners swore they heard him suggest something along the lines of a collar and leash - which Eskel had hummed in agreement to, sounding all too happy. When questioned, Eskel resolutely refused to name the mystery man but conceded that there had been a rave. Jury was out whether Eskel had grumbled about being ‘in ecstasy’ or ‘on ecstasy’ for it. And there was definitely a picture of floating around the internet of him in a collar at what definitely looked like an underground rave.

The real reason Jaskier listened to Kaer Morhen Radio was the late night DJ. 10pm on the dot, Eskel would flick the switch and a prerecorded intro played, announcing that it was Late Late Nights with Geralt. Between 10pm and 6am, Geralt manned the station. The only reason Jaskier knew his name was because of the intro. Otherwise the man was silent other than a few hums between songs. Sometimes, presumably when he knocked something over, there would be a growled “fuck” that listeners lived for.

As little as Geralt said, Jaskier was in love. The music was eclectic and death metal could be followed up by electro swing or grime. There was to way to predict just what Geralt would play next, he didn’t take requests, didn’t talk to his listeners. But, somehow, he still drew them in. Jaskier had made the mistake of looking Geralt up online and swooned a little at the few pictures available. It seemed Geralt was an elusive man, somehow managing to turn away from cameras with an uncanny ability. Though a few pictures did exist of Lambert and Eskel on either side of him, quite literally holding him down for a photo.

Truthfully, Geralt was one of the main reasons Jaskier chose to do overnight hauls. Not only did they pay better, he also had Geralt’s nonverbal grunts and hmms to look forward to. He was well aware that it was an infatuation and nothing more. He’d never met Geralt before, Geralt wasn’t even aware of his existence. So, really, Jaskier could daydream all he wanted but had no intention of doing anything more.

Except, Jaskier couldn’t help but wonder. Geralt had such range in his musical taste, maybe he would like what Jaskier wrote. It was a rare night off and Jaskier was well into the bottle with Valdo when they got talking, egging each other on about who was the better musician. It ended with Jaskier drunkenly posting a CD of his music to Kaer Morhen Radio, addressed for Geralt. When he woke up in the morning, on the floor next to his couch which was occupied by Valdo, Jaskier groaned.

Thankfully, there was never a mention or even a single note of his music in the next week. Slowly, Jaskier relaxed, only a little disappointed that his music hadn’t even been acknowledged by Geralt. He almost had a heart attack when eight days later, Lambert came on air with a mad cackle.

“Morning fuckheads!” Lambert sounded more cheery than ever before. “You’ll never guess what I found. Geralt has been hoarding new music. Good music. Said it was for him. Well, I have decided he cannot hold this back from us. If you’re listening, Jaskier, your note was hilarious. I hope your hangover was worth it. Thanks for the CD!”

There was a growl that sounded like Geralt storming into the booth but the microphone was cut and Jaskier’s song started playing. Jaskier almost crashed his truck in shock. Especially when Lambert declared it so good, they would play it again and, sure enough, the song went back to the beginning to play twice in a row.

If it had just been Lambert, Jaskier would have quietly died of shame, accepting that he was being mocked. But Eskel got in on it too. That afternoon he introduced Jaskier’s song with the promise that management were looking into getting in touch with him about the music. Even worse, a listener even requested the song later that evening. Jaskier was both in heaven and hell at the same time. That night, Geralt didn’t play his song and Jaskier was only a little disappointed.

His phone rang the next day.

“Good afternoon, my name is Vesemir, I’m calling from Kaer Morhen Radio. May I speak to Jaskier?”

Jaskier promptly choked. He got an invitation to the studio. It was a good seven days of driving away and Jaskier searched for a contract that would take him across the continent. While he drove, he got a bit braver and started e-mailing the radio station on his breaks.

His written request for songs were acknowledged by a hum and the song coming on next. When he asked Geralt for a shout out, he got obnoxious pop music playing instead. So Jaskier asked for two hums if Geralt wanted to meet and three if he didn’t. Thus, there was a “fuck” on air and the Beauty and the Beast theme song started playing. It was safe to say Jaskier didn’t understand it but he wasn’t deterred.

By the time Jaskier got into town and made his delivery, it was almost 6am. There was no time he had been specifically invited for and he ended up approaching the building at the same time Lambert showed up with Aiden and three large cups of coffee in hand.

“Excuse me,” he called out, “I’m here to see Vesemir.”

“Bit early for that.”

“He never gave me a time so I figured an early start would be appreciated.” It wasn’t exactly a lie but Jaskier kind of wanted to meet Geralt who would be finishing up soon.

For some bizarre reason, Jaskier was led into the radio studio, no questions asked. Surely it was a security issue but then again, Jaskier checked out Lambert and Aiden, they would no doubt be able to handle any issues. Then there was Geralt, stepping out of the booth, Lambert’s intro queued up. He froze when he spotted Jaskier and, curiously, glanced away, seemingly all shy. The curious response was explained away all too soon. There, on the wall, was Jaskier’s CD and a polaroid of him and Valdo, helpfully labeled “The Talent” with an arrow to Jaskier and “The Fake” pointing at Valdo.

“You here for Vesemir?” Geralt asked eventually, sipping at one of the cups Lambert had brought.

“Amongst other things,” Jaskier replied.

“He won’t be here until 10. Why don’t we go grab breakfast while you wait?”

Aiden wolf whistled at that and Lambert whooped, arms in the air.

“My dear fuckheads,” he purred into the microphone, “we have a date between our local cryptid and our mystery siren. Please wish them luck.”

It turned out that, in person, Geralt was a bit more talkative than on air. And Jaskier helped fill any silence without any problems. He ended up being later than planned to meet Vesemir and Tissaia who had a very handsome cheque for him for playing his music and also his phone number with the promise of passing it on to some connections who had expressed an interest in his music.

Never before had Jaskier thought he would thank Valdo Marx for anything. But, one drinking session with him had landed Jaskier with not only a contract with a record label but also a boyfriend. With his first pay, Jaskier send Valdo the biggest bouquet of flowers humanly possible.

#geraskier #laiden #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #eskel #radio au #long post #tldr: jaskier drives a truck while geralt is a dj

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totomoshi · 3 years

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Everybody Talks

Pairing: Why Don’t We x best friend!reader, Daniel Seavey x reader

Warning: Mentions of depression and death!!

authors note: this idea has been in my head for a few months now and i was a bit hesitant but, here’s my very first attempt of fanfiction based on my ideas. hope you guys love it !

Today was most probably the most boring day in all of the boring days... at least that’s what you thought.

In all honesty, with everything that’s been happening in the world + life making you depressed, you just wanted to go and have fun. Even if sometimes you don’t want to get out of bed and just stay in the comforts of your trusted blanket.

Alas, you know you’ll have to get out for food and water so here you are: lying on the couch for the past 10 minutes, figuring what to do to conquer your boredom. You’d call the boys, but they’re probably at the studio right now, at least that's what Daniel told you anyway.

You've already contemplated on whether just to go for a walk in the park for the needed amount of fresh air, but that meant you’d have to go change and you’re already so comfortable in your worn-out tank top and baggy jeans.

It was another 10 minutes of thinking when suddenly someone knocked on the door of your apartment.

“Who is it?” you asked

“It’s us!! Open up!!”

Wait a minute...that’s Daniel’s voice! But he's supposed to be at the studio...how did he -?

Your thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door

“Come on y/n!! These snacks and pizzas are heavy y’know?!” Zach whined

‘Is the whole band here??’ you wondered

You decided to find answers of your own and immediately opened the door to find that not 1, not 2 but all 5 members of the boy band outside your door with each member bringing a type of snack, boxes of pizza and... CDs?

“What are you all doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the studio???” you asked surprised and a bit confused, to be honest

“Well...I- I mean we kinda lied” Daniel chuckled with the usual mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes

You immediately blushed and smiled shyly. It was amazing how with just a glance, this man can turn you into a blushing mess.

“Look, I’m glad that you guys are having a moment and everything but can we come in? Because I wasn't kidding when I said that these snacks and pizza boxes were heavy” Zach whined. Both Daniel’s and I face turned crimson red to that.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry guys, please come in!!” I stuttered as the boys started to scatter around the apartment

“So the five of you still haven't answered my question, what are you doing here??” I questioned

“We heard you weren’t feeling well, that's why we decided to come and check up on you” Jonah spoke up

“It’s okay guys, I can handle it. I’m used to handling this on my own, it will pass. Trust me.” I reassured

“We know, but nobody should be dealing with these types of things alone. We all understand how you feel so trust me when I say for all of us, that we’re here for you. You’re not going through this alone, you have us.” Daniel reassured while looking at me with his soft eyes that radiated a blue so bright that it could give the sea a run for its money.

If you were being honest, you weren't always like this. Usually, you could hold it all in but with your grandfather’s death anniversary coming up and all of your schoolwork increasing, you felt like you were gonna burst. Also, the fact that the boys were all here wasn't making the entire ‘holding it in’ plan promising.

After hearing Daniel's reassurance, you decided to just let it all out and that's how you became a sobbing mess in his arms.

“I-i just couldn't deal with everything you know? With grandpa’s anniversary coming up it's making it a hell lot difficult to be okay. Usually, I could hold it in but I just miss him so much” you sobbed into his hoodie

“Hey there, it's okay. You don't have to hold it in anymore. You have us, remember? We’ll always be here for you” Jack cooed

At this point, you don't even know if it was even possible to die from their purity and love for you.

“Y-you guys are the best. I love you guys so so much” you mumbled while reaching out to form a group hug

“We love you too y/n,” they said

“Yeah, some more than others” Corbyn mumbled which was immediately met with 4 other glares

“What?”

“Uh, nothing!! Nothing at all!” he replied nervously

You just shrugged it off thinking it was some sort of an inside joke between them

“So, what else did you all decided to grace me with? Besides your presence of course,” you asked teasingly

“Well, we knew how much you loved it when I did a cover of Everybody Talks on my Instagram live. So we decided to do the full cover of it, right here just for you” Daniel explained

Excited couldn't even begin to fully explain how you felt during this exact moment. Just to summarise it, your feelings were all over the place. Touched; because you didn't think he listened to your random rants especially the ones about him. Excited; who wouldn't be? You're about to hear your favourite boy band do a full cover of one of your favourite songs!! Then there were other feelings that you didn't think there would be enough words in the English language to describe it.

“Zach! Would you kindly do the honours?” Jonah asked

“It would be my pleasure” Zach jokingly said in a fake posh voice

He then went to your stereo and inserted the Everybody Talks cd. The minute the music started to play, you sat excitedly on the couch as the boys started to sing

Jonah

Hey baby, won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction

Hey baby, what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction

I’m a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks

You were honestly surprised because the minute Jonah started to sing, he pulled you up from the couch to dance with him to match the energetic beat of the song.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama’s always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

Then, you were suddenly whisked into Daniel’s arms which in all honesty you didn’t mind one bit. As he sang the chorus, he looked into your eyes with his signature smile. Even though there were 4 other people in the room, it felt like both of you were the only two people there.

Corbyn

Hey honey, you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

Too much could be an overdose

All this trash talk make me itchin’

Oh my, my shit

Everybody talks, everybody talks

Everybody talks, too much

When it was Corbyn’s turn, him being Corbyn, he danced goofily around you which made you giggled and you decided to join him and be goofy too.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama’s always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

You didn’t know whether it was your feelings for him or the fact that he was also your best friend, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. It was as if he was an angel that God sent you, he was just so perfect. But watching him dedicating the lyrics to you right now, you knew that whatever hell you go through, at the end of the day he’ll always be there to save you.

Jack

Never thought I’d live

To see the day

When everybody’s words got in the way

Hey

You knew that when it reached Jack’s part, he would back hug you and he did. It was something you two always did as you both were always affectionate with each other.

When the guitar riff started playing, the six of you started to dance like crazy. It was the exact thing you needed, just having fun with your 5 best friends.

Zach

Hey sugar, show me all your love

All you’re giving me is friction

Hey sugar, what you gotta say?

You knew exactly what to do when it was Zach’s turn. The minute he started singing, you climbed on his back which made him stumbled a little. He danced and spun with you on him which made you laugh like crazy.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama's always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

The minute it was Daniel's turn again, he whisked you in his arms and started to twirl you which you didn't even know he could do. That boy’s always full of surprises.

All of you

Everybody talks

Everybody talks, back

Seeing you dance like that was something Daniel hadn't seen in a while. He was glad that you were smiling because of something he and the boys planned. He would give the world just to make sure you’d never lose your smile. It was 2 years into your friendship when he realised he was hopelessly in love with you. He knew he can't do anything that will risk the friendship that you two have. But seeing you having fun with his 4 best friends made him threw every doubt he had out the window.

‘Oh fuck it’ he thought

Corbyn

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

Just as Corbyn sang the second line, Daniel went up to you and planted his lips on yours. You? You were surprised. How could you not? The boy of your dreams is kissing you right now!! It took a few seconds but you gladly returned the kiss which made him smiled into the kiss.

After a few more seconds, the both of you pulled apart with huge smiles on your faces.

“I’ve been wanting to do that” Daniel mumbled

“Me too” you grinned

“Nailed it!!” the rest of the boys shouted which made the two of you laughed.

Who knew that dancing to your favourite song could lead you and your best friend to confess your feelings to each other?

#why dont we #why dont we x reader #daniel seavey #jonah marais #zach herron #corbyn besson #jack avery #daniel seavey x reader #why dont we x y/n #daniel seavey x y/n

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holdmyowos · 3 years

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Your New Boyfriend (Shigaraki x Reader smut)

Shigaraki x Dom!Reader

Includes: gore, angst, cussing, watching p0rn, masturbation, oral

Author's note: I feel like Shigaraki's naturally a dom, but I like to think that he would be a sub because he really doesn't want to hurt you accidentally with his quirk. Also, I found the song, 'Your New Boyfriend' after writing this so I added bits.

"He's in your bed, I'm in your Twitch chat"

Your POV:

Your boyfriend had been too late to save you. The world was starting to go blurry. That damn hero had snapped both of your arms. Not a very heroic thing to do. They hung uselessly, blood trickling down all over. There was no way you would ever use them again. You stared up at the sky. A quirkless nobody like you never should have been in the league. The only reason you were was because All for One had saved you from the rubble of your house. You had no one else to turn to. You looked up at the stars. Wasn't it supposed to be daytime? You must be hallucinating. Hawks descended, the moon shining on his beautiful feathers, looking angelic, and scooped you very gently in his arms. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have protected you." He nuzzles your head. You see the tears falling off of his cheeks. Your arms dangle. He takes a few deep shuddering breaths. "No! You can't die on me! Fuck!" Your vision dimmed and you fell limp in his arms.

"If I could change a single thing, I'd make it me and not him."

Shigaraki's POV:

The battle was over, and the League had finally won for once. Hawks had said that there was something I was supposed to see, and it was important. Usually, we never really talked, so it must actually be important. I ran after him, flying ahead of me. He swooped down next to an unmoving mass. "It's Y/N. They didn't make it." My jaw dropped. Y/N? How? They were the only one that didn't ever make fun of me. They were my reason to live. "Leave. Now. I'll take care of this," I harshly said to Hawks, making him flutter away, not wanting to defy me. I delicately raised them with a pinky in the air, putting my ear to their chest. There was a faint noise, but perhaps that was from somewhere else. "This can't be. You aren't dead." I stared at my hand in confusion. My hand was covered in blood. In the dark of the night, I had failed to realize that they must have been severely injured to make Hawks think they were dead. "Kurogiri!" I snapped. He appeared almost immediately. Upon looking at the person's body, he said, "My condolences. They meant a lot to you, right?" I said nothing. "Don't tell me that. They're not dead. Or... are... are they really gone?" My voice ended sounding almost like a whisper, hoping that it was not so. Kurogiri knelt down next to them, and took a pulse. "It's your lucky day, they're not quite dead yet." My heart fluttered. Hawks you dumbass bastard. Didn't even check for a pulse? "...like I said, yet. If they don't get severe medical treatment very soon, they'll bleed out. None of us have the expertise to fix wounds like this. Both of their arms appear to be broken in multiple places, I severely doubt that they'll live and-" I stood up. "Damn it, Kurogiri! Do what you have to to keep them alive. Anything." Kurogiri nodded, and teleported away, leaving me to scream at the sky.

"I thought when I get older, I'd marry her"

"A half Nomu? You're sure it can be done?" I stared up at the giant cylinder of blue liquid that was keeping them alive in it. Their arms had been amputated. The doctor nodded. As secretive as he was, the guy was totally loyal to All for One, and therefore loyal to me."All we have to do is fix the arms using the process we use for making the Nomu. It should work out perfectly." I nod. That would have to do, as it seemed to be the only way of them getting out of this unscathed. "Well, there could be a few side effects, but nothing too major." He said, ruining the moment. "Like what?" I snapped. "Well, there could be some mental side effects, such as body dysphoria. I mean, there is always the chance that it won't work at all, or that perhaps it works too well and the Nomu part takes over the rest of the body." I scratched my neck. The stress had given back my old habits. "But they'll still mentally be themself, right? I don't want them to end up just like another Nomu." He nodded. "Likely. Still, I'm not sure why you are going through such lengths for one of your minor lackeys. Unless you want to program them to be totally loyal to you or something. But the resources alone for a quirk less nobody-" I put my hands around his neck, making sure to not touch him with all my fingers. Program them? That had to be crossing a line. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down, but it made it worse. It took all my self control to not disintegrate him for saying such a horrible thing about my love but I needed him to save them. I glanced up at their body, seemingly lifeless in the canister. I tightened my grip. "Never. Never ever talk about them like that. Unless you want to die here and now." I released him to let him go do his work.

After getting the call from the doctor that the treatment had worked, and the healing was done, I immediately had Kurogiri teleport me to see. They looked perfectly fine, their arms free of even scars and blemishes that were there earlier. Something still bothered me. "Why aren't they waking up?" The doctor backed away, no doubt fearful of me turning him into dust."They just need a little time. Take them back to the hideout, and they'll be fine." I did just that, sitting by the side of their bed. "I hope someday you'll realize how much I love you. Enough to bring you back from the dead."

"Your new boyfriend's an arsehole"

Your POV:

You woke up. Groggily, you opened your eyes. How could you have woken up? Weren't you supposed to be dead? You moved your arms. Totally unbroken. In fact, they felt strong. Seeing Shigaraki next to you, you said, "How did Hawks get me to the hospital in time? I thought I was a goner." He sneered. "Pfft. That hero saved you? Please. No. Sorry sweetheart, it was me. He thought you were deceased, and left you for dead. The dumbass should have checked for a pulse. Anyway, after your... boyfriend," he sneered. "...thought you were dead, he abandoned the cause, and revealed that he was a fucking secret agent for the heroes." You shook your head. "No way." He got up. "Whatever princess. Just happy you're fine." He left the room, gently shutting the door. Looking around after getting out of bed, only Kurogiri and Shigaraki were at the league's hideout. How could you be alive. Your arms were supposed to be broken. It was obvious that Shigaraki did not want to talk about it, so you went to his second in command. "Kurogiri, how did you guys get me not dead?" That was a dumb way of putting it. His pupilless eyes turned towards you. "I am programmed to not answer that question. Oh, keeping secrets, are we Shigaraki? There was always a way around, and you would find out. "Do you know how?" He nodded his head yes. "Ok then, what did you do yesterday that had to do with me?" That seemed to work. "I took you to the doctor's lab where he fixed you." He was silent for a moment, then added his two cent take on it, something he rarely ever did. "Shigaraki seemed really concerned for you, Y/N. He loves you. He saved your life. You are in his debt. You must repay him." His words sent chills down your spine. Kurogiri never talked like that. He was always monotonous, giving only the requested information. You backed away, creeped out.

"I just think that I deserve A little bit of what I earned"

You sat behind Shigaraki, on the couch behind his gamer chair. The game blared boss battle music. "Do you wish to fight me, mortal?" That was an odd phrase. Must be the end game boss or something. He kept muttering little things under his breath. It was kind of cute. He won the game after two tries. A smile was on his face. You hardly ever saw that. He started a new game when you sneezed. He turned around, startled. "Oh, Y/N. How are you? I didn't know you were there. How long have you been there, exactly?" Since Kurogiri had said Shigaraki was in love with you, that had to be true. Kurogiri always told the truth. Since Hawks had backstabbed the league, you were open for a new boyfriend, right? You surveyed him with new eyes. Even though he wasn't heather most handsome, with his chapped lips, he wasn't that bad either, his hair was fluffy sky blue color, and something about his eyes entranced you. "Hey, what's with that look? Are you okay?" He seemed concerned for your well-being. This relationship could work out. You shook your head as if clearing the thoughts out. "Fine, thanks." He looked away from you, back at the game. You went over the couch, making a few quieter footstep sounds to make him think you were out of the room, and ducked behind the couch, peering out at him. What did he do in his alone time? He glanced around to check that you had left, and popped a different game into the CD drive. This game was very different from what he had been playing before. Instead of his, shooting, taking-over-the-galaxy-type game, the intro screen had girls in bathing suits... and some without. He started the game up, and immediately a very lewd picture of a girl showed up. He played the dumb game for a bit. Really? The second you leave the room he goes to play that kind of game, and fuck with some cartoon girls? That was actually kind of cute. Did you make him that horny? "None of them are as good as Y/N. Fuck."

"When I'm only one click away from insane"

He drummed his fingers on the desk. Slowly, you heard the unzipping of his pants. This was wrong. You shouldn't be listening in on him. But you couldn't help it. He had a crush on you, and the feeling was mutual. He started making little sounds, no doubt masturabting. Too bad he was turned away from you. "Ugh! Yea, mmmm. Just like that you little slut. Take it real good." Now that was too much. You felt your own panties behind drenched at ugly of him saying such dirty words to you. You slowly crept up on him. Somehow, he must have realized that you were there, because in one deft motion he zipped his pants, turned off the monitor with the naked girls, and stepped in front of the screen as if covering it. He turned to face you, a hand against your throat. "Kinky," you said. Realizing who you were, his hand slowly relaxed from the tight grip he had, letting it fall off of you. He stood there for a second, unsure what to do, unsure of how long you were there.

"'Cause she's living the dream"

"Poor Tomura. Did I stop you from cumming? I know what you did for me, and I want to make it up to you." His scarlet eyes widened and you slowly pressed him back into his chair and straddled him, holding his wrists with your strong arms. "Don't deny it. I know you want this." He looked away, unable to look at you in the eyes. "Yea, sure whatever." His words didn't match his actions. You felt him growing against you, straining against the fabric. "Naughty boy, looking at others for pleasure. They aren't even real. They can't make you feel like I can." You gently pressed your lips against his, and he went along with it, moaning softly. You rolled your hips onto his, giving him a little friction. "Fuck," he muttered softly. You grabbed his hair and made the kiss deeper, his rough lips against yours. You stay like that for a while, content with tasting each other. He finally backed off. "Y/N, you don't know how much I craved you, how much I wanted this." "Oh, I haven't even done anything yet." You very slowly unzipped his pants, and he blushed furiously under you. When you were finally done, you revealed his underwear, soaked where his head met the fabric. You got down on your knees and licked him through the fabric, and he shuddered, digging his nails into the soft leather of the chair. You gently stroked the tip, then slid his pants and briefs down to reveal his cock, which twitched when you blew cold air on it. "I want you so badly. Please. Please." You took him into your hands and licked it a few times before shoving his length into your mouth. He became a sobbing mess beneath you, calling your name as you sucked him off. His words became a string of incoherent praises. You knew he was getting close, so you finished him off and he came onto your hand. After a couple of shuddering breaths, he returned to normal, yet his dick was still erect.

"Love isn't quite what I thought it'd be"

"Please, I want to taste you. Let me, please, let me eat you up," he begged. You took off your lower clothing, and he went onto the couch. You slowly descended onto him, and he spent no time waiting. He grabbed your hips, digging some of his broken fingernails in, making sure not to touch you with all his fingers. You let out a squeal of pain, but that did not stop him. He covered you with his mouth, his tongue making lewd sounds. You let out moans as he did it, and soon you were ready to cum. Surprisingly, he took it well and swallowed it all, still licking you as if a puppy, desperately wanting a last bit of milk from its mother. "You're so desperate, babe. Lighten up." You fluffed his hair, but he kept going. His eyes were half lidded. How was he enjoying this so much? "Dirty little bitch, you just love sucking me, don't you?" He just vibrated his lips against you, and shuddered. "You look like you're fucking possessed. Stop it." He just kept licking and sucking until you came another time, and he came with you.

"I've got the key, and he's just the doormat"

You got off of his face and he gasped for breath, clear and whitish liquids coming out of his mouth. "You make a cute ahegao face," you said, taking a pic. He swallowed, wiped off his mouth, and frowned. "Did you just take a picture?" He tried swiping your phone. "Uh, no?" You replied, keeping the phone out of his reach. You laughed, and whispered in his ear. "I'm keeping this for blackmail until I know we'll do this again." You kissed him on the cheek, and he leaned against you in an attempt to take your phone. You clicked the power button, so he'd have to guess your password before he could delete it. He growled, up in your face. "Fine then, let's go right now."

"Cause she moves on pretty bloody quick"

#bnha #bnhaxreader #bnha x reader #bnhasmut #bnha smut #shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n

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Slow Damage review 2.0 Part 1

It’s 16 pages actually

Hello I’m back and instead of actually writing a new review of a game, or playing a new game that’s a lie I’m playing more than one VN at the same time right now. I’ve been thinking a lot about slow damage lately and wanted to write my full thoughts/analysis on it. For this occasion, I replayed the game. This will be full of spoiler of everything in the game as well as the spoiler of the short story.

Disclaimer: This is MY opinion, I’m not wanting to start a discussion, this is just how I experienced the game. Not everything here will be in a positive light and I don’t hold back from criticize what I didn’t like. This is a fictional game so please don’t attack me. But if you are fine with me babbling 16 pages about the game, you can go ahead. Important to note: Towa is my favourite character, so my thought on the routes are all Towa centered

(I probaly forgot some stuff but please excuse the game is really long)

I will start from the unlocked route and work toward the true route. Starting with Taku~

Taku

After replaying Taku’s route I noticed some differences to my first time playing.

First his route was my second favourite in the game the first time I played it, but replaying it, it was not really interesting anymore. His story is all about him developing drugs for Toono because of his deb he made so he could study to become a doctor, but if you know already about this part there is nothing else to really investigate. His backstory with his mother is ok, he feels guilty for stuff he done in his route but that’s all there is, when you already know the secret Taku is hiding, there is not much left, that’s why is lacks something if you replay it.

The second thing is his relationship with Towa, before I talk about the problem, I personally have with it I will talk about the things I did like: Taku already was protective of Towa since he was a child, and his feeling developed into more later on, from what Taku said we can assume his feelings turned into “like” after the incident with Asakura. Towa feeling to Taku developed during the time they spent together when they were both locked in the building. Taku was someone he always felt save with, back in his horrible childhood when no one was there for him, only Taku(it was probably the only time he could get away from his crazy mother), and after the fear of losing Taku he noticed he has deeper feelings for him (at this point we can’t say that is romantic love because Towa doesn’t understand this feeling, but Taku is special for him it’s canon don’t attack me). The development part of their feelings was nice and felt pretty realistic. Secondly, I like how they dealt with Taku falling for a guy. Taku said he wasn’t interested in the same gender from the beginning, but he didn’t say stuff like “I’m not gay, I’m straight” or something like that. He just said he is not experienced with it, and he didn’t just go for it after Towa “attacked” him and was still unsure at this point, and only later when he was sure he had romantic felling he went for it, which was quite nice. Now to for the things that I can’t get over and ruin the relationship for me. First, from the true route we learn that Taku has been lying about Towa past the whole time, (telling him his mother was a great woman) so this relationship is already based on a lie. Towa mother was not a great woman like Taku tells, she is the whole reason Towa has suffered his whole life, and while Taku may not know the everything, he knows what Towa went through but still he keeps his mouth close. There is a scene after the confession scene, where Taku wanted to say something (probably about his past) after they talked about his mother, but decides not to even after Towa asked him about it. In the end after he gets released from prison Towa asked him again and he acts like he has no idea what he is talking about and just says something else. And this brings me to the thing that annoys me the most: How Taku deals with Towa’s mental health problems, or to say it simple, he just doesn’t. The first thing I noticed when I replayed it, Taku is acting like he doesn’t know about it, even though he does. Always saying how Towa behaviour (about him drinking, smoking and sleeping with guys) “was always like this” and saying that “your heart is still dead”. Taku you know exactly how horrible his past is how can you say such stuff??? He always tells Towa how he should stop doing it, but he doesn’t think about doing something to prevent it. I know that he is worried about him but the only thing he deals with are Towas wounds. His wounds may heal but his heart doesn’t if you keep putting only bandages on him Taku. He is really bad at dealing with mental problems, his way to get over it is just not to talk about, in the hope it will go away at some point but in Towa’s case it won’t ever go away, it is destroying him slowly from the inside.

He is also overprotective of Towa in a bad way, putting a chip in Towa after getting rid of Asakuras shitty DIY wings and even going as far as TRYING TO KILL Towa and I though Rei will be the yandere after Tonno tells him he won’t let Towa go after both of the get kidnapped by Toono. I understand that he wants to protect Towa and it is indeed dangerous to let Towa do what he wants because he doesn’t care for himself, but Towa need some kind of freedom, he is not stupid. He acts like Towa is his thing and I didn’t like this part. And the last thing, that left me in a uncomfortable feeling is in the very end he says Towa causes to many problem that why you should not leave him alone, but the goal would actually be to heal Towa to a point, where he does not need help anymore but we never get to it here sadly. (and please stop with the housewife Towa look in the end it hurts my eyes)

I also don’t like the age gap of 20 years in the relationship, because I cant deal with the thought of one person dying way before and leaving the other person behind but that’s a me problem.

The first time I was not sure what to think about Taku’s route but after knowing all this stuff and replaying the route, I just can’t like this pairing sorry.

All the things above are only about Taku and Towa’s relationship, I do like Taku as a person and I enjoyed that he is like a father figure toward Towa and like a family for him. It’s really cute that he really cares for Rei too and treats him like a son better than Rei’s trash father ever could like they are a small family.

Rei

From beginning we get to know Rei as Towa’s and Taku’s best friend, who speaks like a woman and acts a little like it, we also learn that he enjoys fighting and participate in deathmatches. His route is about his struggle with the deb his father (who is a piece of trash) has and his own gender. From the second chapter we learn that Rei is a pure soul, he is a good boy that does not see the bad in human. (Compared to Towa who had a bad feeling from the start) and Rei tells us that in his past he was always mistaken for a girl.

The first time playing his route, the whole thing about his gender felt really sudden but after replaying his route, they were some hints that Rei does struggle with it. Like him telling about his past and him asking Towa what is “manly”. Rei doesn’t want his friends to get involved with his problems that’s why he tries to keep his distance, but Towa is someone he can feel at peace with. Rei’s gender struggle comes from the fact that his parents treat him as a girl when he was a child, it really messed him up because he starts thinking that he was a girl, but still got kicked out by his father after telling him he is gay. Rei hated his own gender even going as far as trying to cut off his… in front of Towa. But through his love for fighting, he realized that he wants to be a man, and after talking (and fighting for fun) with Towa he decides he will now live and act as a man.

Not gonna lie, I really like Rei for his feminine side, though I never thought of him as a woman and while it makes me a little sad that he doesn’t want to be like it, I can accept that he wants to be a man, because in the end the “fem Rei” was never real. He was forced into this feminine roll and that was not the real Rei. What I like about his character is that, while he has his love for violence, he is still a innocent and pure soul. He really cares for others and only wants his best for his friends. (He is also the person, who is looking for true love and doesn’t sleep with others for fun) Even though his father is a big shit he still wants to help his father so he doesn’t start working with child trafficking again. He knows Towa since middle school and was always interested in him, but romantically only after the whole thing with Mizuno, when Towa protected him.

What I really didn’t like the first time I played it is that, while you can really feel that Rei likes Towa, Towa doesn’t share the same strong attraction. It felt more like Towa just agreed to this relationship in the end, but replaying it, I noticed that Towa does care for him in his own way, the first time it’s difficult to say because you don’t understand Towa’s personality. Towa always agrees do help Rei if he asked him for something and he worries about him. The relationship of all the pairings starts at the end of the game so it’s always difficult to say how it works out, but Towa did have a pleasant feeling after Rei’s confession and after they slept together. I want to see more development on Towa’s side because compared to his feeling for Taku in his route it felt weaker with Rei (for me), hopefully they explore it in the drama cd.

While Rei does say some things like Taku to Towa (that I didn’t like) I can’t blame him for it because he doesn’t know Towa’s past.

Regarding Rei’s personality, I hope they don’t change to much about him, because it would be stupid to make a character and then change him after everyone already start liking him like the way he was. They changed his way of speaking (what you probably won’t notice if you don’t understand Japanese) which if fine, doesn’t bother me but if he will start saying stuff like “I can’t eat cake anymore because only woman do” …. Yeah please no. and he cut his beautiful long hair short noooo and it looks so bad please change it We have to wait and see how Rei’s change will affect him in the end, and I want to see how their relationship will develops especially on Towa’s side

Madarame

I wanted to replay everything, just to make sure I didn’t forget anything, but with Madarame’s route I just had to give um in the middle. The first time I played it I went through it without problems because I was expecting something from it, sadly it never happened, but this time it was just like playing a never-ending bad end, and I just felt so sad that I had to stop playing. And now I can confidently say, I hate everything about this route. And I did give this route a chance because I don’t like to go into a game thinking I won’t like character, I try my best to understand the story and characters, but it was no use here. I just don’t understand why such a route was needed to for a character like Towa. Knowing how much Towa was abused in the past and that he suffers from extreme mental trauma because of this makes everything worse, this route really brings out the worst of Towa’s mental health issues.

Starting from the beginning we learn that Towa and Madarame used to hang out together and Towa did feel good hanging out with him (they were not in a relationship and there were no romantic feelings which is confirmed). Towa tells us that this was in the past and that he is not this person anymore, also he tells us that he doesn’t like following orders and doesn’t like treatment from Madarame, that’s why dealing with him is hard and after understanding this himself, he wanted to keep his distance. Of course this is not in Madarame’s favour, he want his “pet” all to himself (He even said Towa need an “owner”).So he kidnaps him and tries to break Towa, to let him remember how he used to be. For this he uses violence and treats Towa like shit. We know that he knows about Towa’s abuse in his childhood and still he uses the same horrible methods as Towa’s mother did, taking away his freedom and chaining him to a place, keeping him in silence which he hates. Raping him (of course Towa let it happen because he is used to it) and slowly breaking his mind so Towa starts thinking he needs Madarame. When Towa says something against him, he got angry or just straight up beats him. Towa has no freedom in this “relationship” it only goes the way Mada want it. There is no communication it’s just a typical “alpha male” top and controlled bottom dynamic between them. It was so sad seeing how Towa went against his friends after he spent some time under Madarame’s influence.

In the beginning Towa is so desperate that he would rather die than to be with Madarame, and I don’t know why we have to think this is “romantic” or some shit like that? Its funny how they tried to include them acting like a couple in the second half of the route. Like Madarame said Towa doesn’t need a collar anymore, sure because he is now manipulated into thinking he need Madarame. I will never forgive him for the emotional and physical abuse he let Towa go through in the beginning.

Madarame himself just feels like he is not even human, this guy has no feeling and his feeling for Towa are like a feeling you have for your pet (or better to say animal? Because you would treat your pet better) and he treats him like a pet. (I’m really not a fan of the whole “your mine” “you belong to me” thinking, human are not objects, just because you decide to be with someone doesn’t mean you are their property) I understand they wanted to go for the “he lives in the present not the past and he is honest and doesn’t lie” thing but it made him feel like he has no feeling at all. Showing that he likes cats made no sense to me, because what’s the point if he treats a cat better than Towa? Did they try to make him look like he has a loveable side? Because it sure didn’t feel like it for me. Trying to make abuse ok by showing that this guy likes animals in that case it’s totally ok …yeah sure not.

He really did everything to manipulate Towa into thinking that he needs to be on “this side”, the side that always abused him, by slowly breaking Towa. Towa himself has no understanding for right or wrong, he just does what he thinks is right for him in this moment, that’s how his brain works.

Madarame says he and Towa are the same because both want violence, but I can only disagree, they couldn’t be any different Towa’s love for violence is a reflection of his abuse as a child, something that was done to him and he now thinks he needs, it’s something he does to try to cope with his trauma, his love for it is not real. While Mada on the other hand, likes it because who knows why it’s not like we ever get to learn anything about this guy because he never says anything. This guy wants nothing and is not interested in anything, I don’t get what I’m supposed to like here. The route ends with Towa and Madarame running away, leaving Towa life, his home and his friends that tried to protect him, to live their life on the streets fighting and enjoying violence, and for me this is the opposite of a good end, it’s just hurt knowing Towa is forever stuck in the circle of violence. (and blond hair really looks bad on him)

I played a lot of bl games and there is always abuse, rape and manipulation involved in almost every bl game, but this has to be the worst case of abuse I ever had to go through and this is coming from a person who likes Mink.

I may said a lot of negative stuff about Taku, but compared to Mada, Taku is an angel send from heaven Funny because Madarame says Taku is trash. The theme was to throw your past away and living in the present, but it felt more like let’s embrace the mental illness and violence.

(the only thing worth going through this hell one time is seeing Mayu, Kotarou and Towa in a suit, especially Towa looks very hot, boi)

The route had an interesting start, and they had a good backstory to write something good with all the stuff with Kaga and so one, but they did absolutely nothing with it and chose to make it about abuse, rape and manipulation, the easy way to force a “romance”(because there is no) into it, and in the year 2021 I expect just something better from it, consider how well the rest of the game is written. N+C really had to bring this rape abuse combination back, didn’t they? They got rid of some bl clichés and I’m thankful for it but we are only half through it, they still need time.

The route just felt extremely disappointing and made me feel horrible.

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Our Stars Collided- Part 3

Summary: Luke and the reader are spending even more time with each other. Luke starts something without thinking of the payback of doing that to the reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: cuss words

Pairing: luke patterson x reader

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Today had been another great day at practice, the five of you had finally started working on Edge of Great and it was already coming together really well. You were really starting to find your way in the band.

But you were not doing quite as hot in school. Your grades weren’t slipping but you were a little bit stressed with everything you had on your plate.

You got back home around seven and went straight to doing your homework. You didn’t have that much, but it was just time consuming stuff.

You got done with your short essay and you were halfway done with math, when you swore you heard a knock on your window. You ignored it since it was most likely just a tree branch, and you went back to your homework.

It took you a couple seconds, but you suddenly remembered that there weren't any tree branches in front of your windows. You whipped around to see Luke sitting on your roof.

You pushed your window open, “What the hell are you doing up here?” you questioned. You were somewhat amused, but also just confused.

He smiled, but he seemed more nervous than usual. “I wanted to show you something,” he divulged.

“I know I said I hated the popping in, but this is somehow worse,” you conceded.

At your words, he poofed into your room.

“So what did you want to show me?” you asked.

“Well it’s going to require a cd player, and Julie told me those aren’t as big anymore. Do you have one?” He glanced around.

“Yeah I have one in my computer,” you told him. You held your hand out for the cd and he handed it to you. You recognized the labeling as their original band, Sunset Curve.

“No way, is this your old demo?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, I just thought, you might wanna hear it since you’re playing with us now,” he suggested. He shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Definitely!” you agreed.

You put the cd into your computer, and you pulled up the soundtrack. The first song started to play and you were already impressed. They definitely had a slightly different vibe back then. It was more rock than the rock and pop blend all of you created now.

Luke had his legs pulled up close to him. “What do you think?” he asked, as he fidgeted with one of his rings.

“It’s really good!” you chirped out.

“You should hear the other songs on that one, that one’s nothing in comparison to the next one,” he bragged.

You gestured for him to change the song, but before you could move out of his way he just reached around you to click the next song. The two of you were only like that for a second, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart rate went up.

You calmed down as he went to sit back down on your floor. The song started to play and Luke watched for your reaction. You immediately recognized the first voice on the track as Luke’s, you tried to mask your excitement over how good he sounded but you were pretty sure he noticed, as his lips twitched upwards.

As the chorus hit you started nodding your head along to it, the song was pretty catchy. If you were not currently in Luke’s presence you would’ve been dancing, but you contained yourself.

As the song continued playing you noticed a voice change and you realized it was Alex’s. Your eyes went wide and you turned to Luke in shock. He nodded as if to confirm that it was Alex.

The vocals went back to Luke but then you heard another voice that you immediately recognized as Reggie’s. You let out a whoop in recognition of your fellow guitarist, which Luke chuckled at.

Suddenly, you felt the tone change, and you could hear what sounded like an acoustic guitar in the background. You were positively beaming, you got tingles from how good they sounded. As the song finished, you turned to Luke.

“That was so good!” you gasped.

Luke looked down at the floor. “Thanks, too bad we never got to play it,” he sadly confessed.

“You never got to play that one in front of an audience?” you asked, surprised.

“Nope, we managed to record it for the demo, and do it for a sound check. It was supposed to premier the night we died,” he admited.

He looked so down, you wished you could do something about it. But reversing time was not one of your capabilities.

“Well for what it’s worth, if I was a crowd I would’ve loved it.”

He scrunched his eyebrows up and pulled his lips in. “I know I’m from the nineties but that was interesting wording,” he teased.

You grinned sheepishly, “Hey! It was the best I had!” you laughed. You tried to lightly wack his knee, but your hand just went right through him, your face fell slightly.

“Yeah, trust me, Julie has tried that, it doesn’t work,” he pointed out.

“So it seems,” you agreed. You tried not to show how disappointed you were. Even though you had tried it before and failed, you were hoping that somehow you could today.

“So is that all you wanted to show me?” you asked, break the silence.

“Yeah, that was it,” he confirmed. He stood up and you went to take the cd out.

“No it’s okay, you can keep it,” he told you.

“You sure?” you uncertainly questioned.

“Yeah, it’s not like we need it.”

You figured he was right, and put it back in it’s case to put on one of your shelves.

“Oh y/n so did you make a decision?” he wondered.

You turned to him with a puzzled look on your face.

“Whether you’d prefer me to scare you by being in front of your window, or by poofing into your room?” The smirk he wore should’ve been considered illegal but you somehow managed kept your cool

You put your hands on your hips. “I’m not answering that question Luke.”

He shrugged, “Ghost’s choice then.” And with a poof he was gone.

He was lucky he was cute.

In the following week it was becoming sort of a habit, around eight, once you had got your homework done, Luke would pop over. Originally he kept coming over at seven, but you needed to get your school work done so you told him to come at eight. The two of you would just chat, sometimes about highschool, sometimes about the downsides and upsides of being a ghost, and sometimes about all the new things in the world.

But occasionally things complicated your little arrangement. Tonight was one of those nights; you had a lot of work you needed to get done, and the band had gone late. So when Luke popped over at around eight-thirty you still weren’t done.

“Y/n,” he greeted.

You didn’t take your eyes off of your computer. “Hi, sorry but you’re gonna have to wait a little bit, I’m still doing homework,” you explained.

He flopped down on your bed next to you. It was weird that you couldn’t touch him but you could feel his weight sink the bed slightly.

“So when are you going to be done?” he wondered.

“Hopefully soon, this math homework sucks,” you complained.

“Then don’t do it,” he suggested.

You finally looked over at him, to see that he was being completely serious.

“That’s not helpful,” you commented.

Now he was starting to smile. “Wasn’t intended to be.” He went to poke your shoulder, but he just phased through you.

Luke got up and started absentmindedly walking circles around your room. You didn’t really mind him doing this until he started messing with your stuff.

“Luke don’t touch my guitar!” you called over to him.

He whipped around towards you. “I wasn’t!” he argued.

You looked over at him. “Luke, I saw you doing it,” you said matter of factly.

He looked up at the ceiling. “Okay, so maybe I did,” he admitted.

He walked around for a couple more minutes without touching anything. You were almost done when you looked up to see Luke messing with something.

You couldn’t help but to shake your head. “Luke, what are you doing now?” you groaned.

“I’m just looking through your shirts,” he explained, not bothering to look at you.

You figured that him looking through your shirts was relatively harmless so you went back to finishing up your work.

“Okay, I’m done!” you announced a couple minutes later.

You saw that Luke was still looking through your pile.

“You find anything you like?” you asked, lying down on the floor.

“Yeah actually.” He picked up your favorite crop top to show you.

“Good choice,” you complimented.

“I thought so too.” He set the shirt back down.

“So what do you wanna do now?” you asked. Luke’s face practically lit up.

“So Julie was telling me about some movies called the Avengers. And it seems really cool, and Reggie is dedicated to star wars and Alex doesn’t really like superhero movies, so I thought you and I could watch it?” he excitedly suggested.

“Sure! I love those movies!” you enthusiastically agreed.

You moved all of your homework off of your bed and grabbed a second blanket for him, and some pillows.

Once the two of you had gotten situated on your bed, you pulled up the movies on your laptop.

You went in release order, starting from Iron Man 1. You skipped the Hulk movie, as you deemed it ‘bad’ and ‘not important enough of a plot to warrant watching it’. Luke seemed to be enjoying himself, he especially seemed to like the soundtrack of the Iron man movies. He was intrigued by the Thor movie as it was very different from the vibe of Iron Man. He found the humor of the movie to be kinda funny. His commentary made the movies so much more entertaining even though you had watched them several times, they ranged from dissing the characters, comparing them to your bandmates, to cheering them on.

“Oh my god Luke-” you suddenly realized something.

“What?” he worriedly asked.

“It’s three in the morning,” you gasped.

“Oh shit,” he said, quietly.

“Yeah, that’s not exactly going to be fun for me at school tomorrow,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have had us watch those tonight,” Luke apologized.

“No, it was fun, I’m glad we did,” you reassured him.

“Somehow I have a feeling you are going to be saying a different thing tomorrow,” Luke sarcastically teased.

“Oh, I definitely will. But that is why I’m telling you goodbye now,” you agreed.

“I’ll keep it in mind for when you’re being cranky tomorrow,” he remarked.

You chose to ignore his comment. “Goodnight Luke.”

He smiled brightly. “Goodnight y/n.”

He was right, the next morning, you were miserable. All day you felt as if you were walking through a tired haze, and not the sleepy fun one. You just felt dead inside.

“Woah, what happened to you?” Flynn asked, as she sat next to you in your writing elective class.

“I stayed up with Luke till three in the morning,” you told her, still asleep.

Flynn pursed her lips

“We were watching Marvel movies,” you explained.

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“I’m serious,” you said defensively.

She moved slightly closer to you.

“What?” you asked, finally giving into her games.

“Nothing, just that my girl y/n has a crush on a boy named Luke. I mean he may be a ghost but that’s not gonna stop you so, why do I even try?” she asked herself.

“I don’t like Luke,” you lazily defended yourself.

“Yeah, and I don’t have a stylish shoe game today,” Flynn sarcastically remarked.

You didn’t bother to respond to that, and just flopped your head down on your desk.

Supposedly by unanimous vote, practice was canceled that day. Though you were almost certain that the vote was taken by those in favor of not dealing with you on three hours of sleep. Not that you blamed them, you wouldn’t want to deal with tired you either.

The following day however, you were excited for practice. After your Lizzo jam sesh, you and Julie arrived at her house to the boys already practicing.

“Well you guys look like you're ready to go,” you commented as you put your backpack on the floor.

“We are except just one thing is missing-” Luke started before poofing out.

You exchanged a glance with Julie, but you realized she had no idea what he was doing either.

He returned seconds later wearing none other than your cropped shirt. And inwardly your jaw dropped. He did better than just pull it off, he looked hot. You knew your face was burning up. But it was your shirt, so a price had to be paid; just not at that exact moment.

Luke struted up to you before leaning down slightly to your level. “I figured I’d change into more appropriate clothes.

You licked your lips and glared at him. “Don’t start things you can’t finish Patterson,” you emphasized his last name.

He winked at you before walking up to his spot.

Everyone else looked confused, but not surprised.

You were beyond flustered but if you wanted to prove a point you needed to act like he wasn’t bothering you at all. But he was making it especially difficult for you today. Every single time he would sing he would be looking right at you, with that same burning fire of desire in his eyes. And to make matters worse, Julie had the two of you sing Edge of Great together, where you couldn’t look away. You attempted to take a couple steps back to take some of the intensity off of you but he just followed you, and he was somehow grinning more. The fire in his eyes drew you in but the mischievous smile of his told you to run. But you were singing, so you were held in place, as your lips were only centimeters away from his.

The song finally ended, and you could look away. You returned back to the safety of Reggie and Alex.

“So are we just not going to talk about what just happened there or?” Alex trailed off.

“Not you too Alex,” you whined.

Alex just nodded his head, as he realized that you were not going to talk about what had happened.

After practice you waited until it was just you and Reggie left in the studio.

“Okay, so I have a prank, do you want in?” you asked him in a hushed voice.

“Yeah! What is it?” he marvelled.

“So you know how Luke was wearing a crop top today?” Reggie nodded. “Well that was my crop top. So now I want to take something of his, but I need your help. What would be the best thing to take?”

“Probably one of his sleeveless shirts,” he suggested.

“Can you get it for me without him noticing?” you requested.

“When do you want it?”

“Friday.”

“As a bassist to an electric guitar it would be my honor,” he said, before poofing out. And just like that your plan was in motion. Friday night Reggie came to give it to you, since you obviously couldn’t wear it as school. So you decided to wear it to your Saturday practice. Reggie had given you his black one that read rock and roll with white lettering on it. You wore a black sports bra underneath it. You paired it with some light wash jeans, a small chain around your neck, and your pair of vans. You let your hair fall loose and you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were content that you were winning this battle.

When you walked into Julie’s studio, and Luke wasn’t there yet. But that worked great for you because it gave you time to talk with your partner in crime.

“You look great, Luke is gonna lose it!” Reggie whisper yelled, excitedly.

“Thank you! I really hope so,” you were nervous, but mostly excited.

“You got this!” He clapped you on the shoulder, before heading closer over to his usual spot so the two of you wouldn’t raise suspicion.

Julie then walked in and immediately made eye contact with you. She narrowed her eyes at you to mentally communicate her confusion, you responded with your eyes and said that you would explain later.

Seconds later Luke popped in.

“Julie, have you seen my-” Luke just stopped mid sentence the second he saw you. He just stood there for a moment looking at you, it was like his brain short circuited. You could here Reggie let out a quiet snort.

Finally, he regained some consciousness and was able to move. You were stifling your giggles as he awkwardly made his way over to his guitar.

The rest of practice went off without a hitch, you unfortunately didn’t get to sing with him again. But everytime he would look back at you, there you would be, still wearing his shirt and looking as smug as ever.

By the time you had finished packing up your guitar you realized Alex was just about to leave, which would leave you with Luke.

“Wait Alex do-” Annnnnnnnnnnd, he had poofed away, great.

“So you wanna talk about what you’re doing?” Luke asked, smugly.

“I don’t know, you wanna talk about where my crop top is?” you suggested.

“Don’t start wars you can’t finish y/n,” he playfully warned.

You smirked. “Funny how I told you the same thing and yet it appears that right now you are the loser,” you pointed out.

He arched an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted, and then poofed out.

You were gonna have to come up with more ideas if you wanted to win this, so it was back to the drawing board.

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