Multifandoms27-blog - Here We Go Again - Tumblr Blog

Hello I am here with Seto Kaiba brainrot

Can we get some angst head canons 👀

Oooo okay

Content: Seto Kaiba x reader

Warnings: Angst, possessive behavior

Notes: Taking a small break from writiing AOT stuff to write this (I'm writing like 3 things behind the scenes) this also turned into more of a cons list for Seto lol but we still love him anyway

• ───────────────── •

When you guys get into arguments (it's not a question of if, it's a when) he becomes the pettiest bitch on Earth

Constantly does things to spite you when he's angry with you

For example, if you have some sort of pet peeve he knows of, he'll be sure to trigger it at least once

He loves you, but he values his pride more at times. That's something you'll have to come to accept if you want to be with him

He's also quick to shut you out at the slightest sign of negativity

Has a hard time telling you when he's upset

Is ultimately terrified of letting you in, even if he loves you

Thinks you'll become another abuser if he lets you in

He's got a lot of problems with trust, which leads to him getting...not jealous, but possessive very easily

He's not jealous, he's Seto Kaiba

He doesn't like you hanging around Yugi and the others, especially Joey/Jonouchi

Will do everything in his power to take you away from Joey, even if its insulting him heavily and physically pulling you away

Thats another thing you two might get in fights over

Don't think he's above the silent treatment, cause he's not

Also a huge hypocrite, he can tease you about things but if you tease him? It's dueling time so he can regain his pride

If you win the duel, he's going to give you the silent treatment for a week and actively avoid you

If you two ever got to the point of screaming in each others faces, he would throw you out of the house for the night. He doesn't care where you stay (as long as its not with Joey), but expects you to come back to him the morning after

Probably values Mokuba more than you, and will consider his ideas way more than yours

• ───────────────── •

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

Saw you were asking for requests 👀 so can I please have Reiner having his first time ever with female reader? You can be as explicit or vague as you want :) thanks (sorry if this is something you won’t do)

In the words of my boyfriend, "give me all the details, bitch"

Content: virgin!Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors, DNI.

Notes: Smut under the cut, all characters are 18+. Also this is my first time writing smut in a while, so please forgive me lol

• ───────────────── •

Reiner slid off his shirt, expecting you to just continue to strip and not say anything. However, you proved him wrong when you stopped to gawk at his built frame.

"Reiner..." There were so many things you wanted to say. This man's physique had you near drooling, and you could see the V that dipped below the waist of his pants.

"What?" He spoke nervously, afraid you wouldn't like how he looked. "Do you...not like it?"

"No, you look...beautiful." You openly sized him up, looking him up and down. "Eye candy."

Reiner chuckled, albeit less nervous. He fully discarded his shirt to the side and made his way over to you, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "I could say the same to you, sweetheart."

He tugged your shirt off and stared at your chest. He discarded your shirt and placed his warm hands on your waist. He brought you close and kissed you on the lips, before trailing his fingers over your waistband.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, making him let out a small noise. He found the button on your jeans and hastily tried to undo it. You could tell his nerves were running high, because he could barely undo the button. Breaking away from the kiss, you undid your own button and zipper. Reiner's face had a small pink tint to it, either from embarassment or your tongue entering his mouth.

You grabbed the back of his head and smashed your lips onto his, slipping your tongue back in. His hands attempted to pull your pants down, but you caught his hands and put them over your clothed breasts.

Your tongue wriggled and writhed in his mouth, dancing with his. He huffed through his nose as you overtook his mouth, and decided to begin roaming. He grabbed ahold of the hem of your bra and tried to lift them up. When they plopped out, he let out a small moan and began to pinch your nipples. Girls like that, right?

He was rewarded with a moan from you, and you pulled away making him whine. Swiftly, you took off your bra and tossed it to the side, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. "For a virgin, you sure know what to do."

"Yeah well...I'm just going with what feels right." Reiner gave you a smile, huffing between words.

You leaned back towards the bed, dragging Reiner with you. You laid flat on the bed and watched Reiner steady himself above you.

"Go on, play with them more." You bunched up your boobs with your arms.

Reiner looked nervous again. "Um..."

"You can put your mouth on them."

Reiner lowered himself and placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking on it slightly and using his tongue to swirl around it. You moan softly, one hand going to the back of his head. "That's it...you can suck harder, y'know."

Reiner, as if on cue, began to suck harder. One of his hands travelled down your stomach and into your pants. Now that they were unbottoned and unzipped, your underwear was easy access. There he slipped his hand in, and down to your pussy, he used one finger to tease the entrance. You gasped at the sudden contact, and continued to softly moan. "Oh, Reiner..."

He popped off one nipple and switched to the other one, his other hand giving the free one some attention. His hand down south however, slowly began to insert one finger. You knew his fingers were meaty, but dear God they felt huge inside your pussy. You moaned his name again as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, and you couldn't help but wonder if Reiner really was a virgin.

He popped off your nipple and looked at you. "Yeah sweetheart? You like that?"

"I love it, keep going please Rei..."

He grinned. "I'm gonna add another finger, okay love?"

You nodded. "Please, please do."

He gently added a second finger, and you could have ascended to heaven if you wanted to. The stretch felt so good, you didn't know what to do with yourself. He pumped in and out of you, curling his fingers up slightly. Eren told him to do that, and with the way you grab the sheets, it seems to be working.

"Oh, Reiner..." You moan, one hand going down to circle your clit. It made you clench around his fingers even tighter, and he raised a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Circling my clit."

His free hand waved yours away, he pulled your pants down more, and his thumb replaced your finger. "Like this?"

"Oh God yes, Reiner - like that!" You moaned, beginning to arch your back as the pleasure was becoming too much.

"Yeah? You gonna cum soon sweetheart?" He asked as he picked up his pace.

"I think so- oohh!" You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. A familiar coil was beginning to form in your stomach, something you tried to warn Reiner about.

"Rei, I'm gonna-"

"I know, puddin'. I know. I got you." He purred, picking up his pace slightly, making sure to keep pressure on your clit too as he circled it. You could feel your walls sucking his fingers in, hear the squelch your body made as he went in and out. And finally, the coil snapped.

You moaned loudly as your cum washed over his fingers. You huffed slightly, regaining your breath. He slowly pulled them out of you, and brought them up to his face. He was proud of himself - he made you cum for the first time.

He leaned over and grabbed a rag off of your nightstand that you had previously put there for this occasion, and wiped off his fingers. "You did so good for me, my love."

He leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss. He then pulled your pants down fully, and began to pull his down. "This okay?"

"More than okay."

Reiner gave you a smile before his dick flopped out, hard as a rock. He was big...but you had faith that he stretched you out properly. "So...I put it in now...right?"

"Yes, you do." You chuckled a little.

Reiner experimentally rubbed his cock over the entrance of your pussy. He shivered slightly - it felt so wet and warm, he wondered how it would feel on the inside. His tip caught on your entrance, and he thought he was gonna bust right then and there.

Slowly, he began to enter you, and it took his whole being not to shove it all in immediately. You sucked him in so nicely, so soft and wet and hot on the inside. His eyebrows began to crease, and he let out a small whimper.

"What's wrong?" You moaned out.

"You just feel...so good...so fucking good..."

He finally sheathed himself completely in you, making him moan out softly. He had never felt anything more fucking amazing than he did right now. Your pussy begged him to move, tightening ever so softly around him.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay baby?" He groaned out, and before you had a second to respond, he pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

You moaned loudly, gripping the sheets below you at the sudden snap of his hips.

"God...I can't take it...!" Reiner whimpered before setting a fast pace. The squelches and skin slapping took over the room.

You moaned very loudly, for him, with him, as he pounded your pussy relentlessly. Reiner began to drool as he lost himself in you, loving how you squeeze him and milk him for all he's worth. He grabbed your legs and bent them so he could move forward with you. He had you in a mating press.

The lifting of your hips made him hit a sensitive spot within you, skyrocketing your pleasure. "Oh, ohhh Reiner! Please, please!"

"Please what- nghh...sweetheart?" He purred lowly.

"I want you to cum inside me! Please!"

He almost came at those words. He could feel it building up inside him. He panted and moaned as his dick got sucked back into you repeatedly. "Your wish is my command, puddin'."

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, and you moved your head to the side. Reiner leaned down to kiss and bite at your neck, with the aim to mark you. He pulled away slightly to see your fucked out expression, and grinned. "Look so pretty like this. Could take a picture and keep it with me forever."

You couldn't form English anymore. Only vague sounds and moans left your mouth. He picked up his pace slightly, feeling his own coil begin to form. "Gonna cum soon."

"Me too..." You moaned, looking up at him.

He pumped in you a few more times before grabbing your hips and slamming you close, cumming deep within you. He let out a louder groan as he did so, and you let out a loud moan, clenching around him as he circled your clit to ensure you came with him.

He panted with you, both of you staying there for a moment. You smiled at each other before Reiner slowly pulled out. He reached over for the rag and cleaned you up before beginning to clean himself up.

"How was...how was that?" You asked, huffing between words and sitting up.

"Fucking amazing, love." He smiled before leaning over to you and giving you a soft kiss. "Lay back down, let me take care of you, okay?"

• ───────────────── •

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

Mikasa with sick s/o?

Sure thing anon!

Content: Mikasa x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: This is my first time writing Mikasa so please be nice lol this is also short because I didn't exactly know what to do

• ───────────────── •

She is gonna be all up in your shit from dawn till dusk

Shes gonna make you some soup and force you to eat some bread to calm your stomach

Shes also going to force you to stay in bed all day, even going as far as to stand guard outside of your room to make sure you don't leave

Constantly checks your temperature

If you have a fever, shes going to put two wet rags on you. One for your forehead and one for your neck

Super protective over who can see you, uses the excuse that she doesn't want anyone else getting sick

If you have nausea and start to puke, and you have long hair, she'll help you hold up your hair

If you keep falling asleep when sick, she'll lay in bed with you and either sleep with you or do something else

If your fever makes you delusional, she'll be there to help calm you down and make sure you stay in bed

She'll bring you food and tea to help with any congestion

Always stays on top of your medicine intake

If you have nausea she'll rub your stomach or rub your back, whatever feels better

She's basically at your beck and call while keeping others away while you recover

• ───────────────── •

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

Please send in AOT asks. Heres my masterlist so you can see who I write for! Thanks!

I tend to never be satisfied with my potrayal of Jeff. I'm going to try to nail it down today though.

Content: Jeff the killer HC's

Warnings: Bullying behavior (cyberbullying), toxic behavior, psychotic episodes, impulsivity, aggression, obsessive behavior

Notes: Inspired by my Toby list and my EJ list, and the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. This one is probably my longest one.

• ───────────────── •

(Art by kawacy on DeviantArt)

❥General

Okay, we should all know the drill by now. Jeff is psychotic, often hurting and humiliating others for his own entertainment. He's the biggest bully in the mansion.

When you join, he will immediately target you. He'll make fun of your appearance, try to cut you or burn you so he can get a sick laugh (normally when he's in an episode)

Why would you ever want to be anything more than acquaintances with him? He doesn't seem trustworthy at all, and he'll likely spill you secrets to BEN, who will then tell everybody online.

He's constantly getting into fights to prove to the others that he's "top dog," and that he isn't scared of anybody. Ironically enough, the only one he doesn't really try is Eyeless Jack. Motherfucker could eat him in like, two bites, so I understand.

Honestly, as much as he bullies you, you will never be as much of a target as Jane is for him. Which is good, that's a good thing.

When he isn't in his psychotic episodes, he'll still be very snarky, but he won't be going around and getting into people's faces anymore. It's during his calmer moments when you'll be able to start befriending him.

• ───────────────── •

❥Romantic

Jeff won't really be receptive to you trying to befriend him for a while. He knows how he treated you, he knows who you are. He doesn't care about you, but he'll stick around while you talk to him about whatever. He's just kinda shocked that you've decided to try to get close to him of all creeps. But he'll come off as indifferent.

Don't trust him with your secrets right away. Even if he's not in an episode, he's still going to tell BEN everything.

Just making an effort to talk to him though, not really attempting to get to know him, will start to make him interested. You know who he is, yet you're not...interested in him? His past or why he looks like this? At all?

That was new for him, considering Jane, Liu, Nina, BEN and Slenderman. In fact, he thinks about it so much that he'll begin to obsess about you when he goes back into a violent episode. He'll rip you away from anyone you're with - if it's not a creep, he's killing them on the spot - and will try to force you into his room.

He'll want to talk to you for hours on end, about you. He wants to know you. Why aren't you interested in his past? What was your past? Why are you here?

He goes from not caring about you, to caring about you way too much. Anything negative he's told BEN, he'll go to him and threaten him to take it off the internet, completely scrub it. BEN is confused, but he does it.

Jeff will use that as evidence to him being good to you. He won't admit that he wants your approval, but its pretty obvious.

He begins to spend less time with BEN and more time with you. He wakes up before you? He's pounding on your bedroom door until you open it so you can be up with him. You want to play a game with another creep? He's either watching or forcing his way into the game.

This guy will eventually try to spend every waking moment with you

He goes from not wanting to be around you to becoming OBSESSED

He wants to know everything about you, but he wants you to tell him when you're alone with him. Others don't deserve to know things about you, especially BEN.

This would be around the time he begins to develop feelings. Now, he's still in an episode, so he'll be impulsive with it. It doesn't matter how long you guys have been friends, he wants you and he's going to have you.

He'll pound on your door and when you open it, he'll kiss you on the lips. No prior notice as to how he feels about you, no warning about the kiss, nothing.

You think he's messing with you and you shut the door in his face. He angrily pounds on your door again until someone else comes to take him away.

He thought that was you rejecting him and he went back to hating you. He told BEN a shit ton of things you told him in confidence and you sobbed as you saw gossip about yourself online, along with rumors that weren't true.

Jeff made you out to be the mansion whore, sleeping with anyone for anything - benefits, food, clothes, whatever. It didn't have to make sense for it to spread.

Your other creepypasta friends came to your aid, which irked Jeff even more. Especially your guy friends

It wasn't until he heard you tell Toby about your feelings for him that he realized how much damage he had caused

This whole time he thought you didn't like him...oh, he fucked up

He takes to the internet to debunk the rumors and fight anyone who kept up with them. He once again told BEN to scrub any evidence, leaving the boy confused.

Jeff will come to your aid, but his heart clenches when he realizes that you don't trust him anymore.

He begs and begs for forgiveness, and finally you give it to him so he'll shut up

He's back to following you around like a puppy, and his feelings resurface. He's not in an episode now, and he wants to handle this delicately

His way of doing it delicately is by...giving you one-liners. Yep.

He'll stalk you on your social medias and check out every account you follow, and get jealous if you follow another guy. He's not even in a relationship with you yet!

Finally, he asks you out while you two were playing a game. You had to pause it to look at him and see if he was even serious

So, the two of you start going out. He goes full blown crazy boyfriend

He forces you to move into his room pretty soon, and he keeps tabs on everything you do

He's super paranoid you'll cheat on him, so he's always hanging around in the mansion. You'll never be alone with your friends again now that you're with him.

You don't dare fight him on it, he's the most unstable one and can be super aggressive at the drop of a hat

Probably installs a tracker on your phone so he can monitor where you go and when you leave the mansion if he can't be there for whatever reason

Knife fights anyone who brings up his past behavior or the rumors from before about you, and always wins. He uses this to get praise from you

He wouldn't trade you for the world - you are his world, and he'll make sure everybody knows it. You will never know peace again, even if you manage to run away from him, leaving a breakup letter behind.

You're stuck with him.

• ───────────────── •

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

Whatever, but at least make Kaiba Seto lose to the reader in a match

Why did you send this twice anon

But, your wish is my command

• ───────────────── •

Content: Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I did this as a warm-up, so its pretty short. If you want a part two where they reconcile, just send in the ask and I shall get to it when I can. Thank you!

• ───────────────── •

You watched Seto's life points drop to zero, and the holograms projecting your monsters and trap cards disappeared. Seto froze, but his fists remained shaky. His adopted fathers words rang in his head... to fail is to die, Seto.

He felt his heart skip a beat when his life points made that God awful sound, signaling he had dropped to zero. He never thought his partner could beat him in duel monsters. The arena stands slowly lowered them both to the ground, where Mokuba was watching. He loved you, but he loved his brother more.

Mokuba ran to Seto, yelling for him all the way. Seto was still frozen in shock, staring right at you. You felt bad, but at the same time glad to know all that time learning duel monsters has paid off. You began to walk over to him, and that's when you realized he had a hundred yard stare, instead of staring straight at you.

Mokuba tried shaking the sense back into Seto, but it reminded him too much of his first duel with Yugi, where he went into a coma. Mokuba felt tears well up in his eyes. As you approached Seto, Mokuba whipped around and suddenly turned on you.

"Don't you dare come any closer!"

"What? Mokuba, it's all just a game, I'm here to help-"

"No! You stay away from my brother! Get out!" Mokuba's tears fell down his cheeks.

You looked over at Seto, who continued not to look at you. His cards still laid on the virtual board. If Seto was going to act like a sore loser, then maybe you should just leave.

"Fine." And with that, you turned and left the area all together.

• ───────────────── •

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

All the people who think Seto Kaiba and Alexis Rhodes/Asuka Tenjoin look alike (and are potentially related) say aye

My bf: Let me put this nicely…

Me: uh huh

My bf: Kaiba would skip the birth of his own child to duel Yugi

*muffled burst stream noises*

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis (part 4)

Co-written with multifandoms27

Summary: Mokuba has been kidnapped as the two of you performed his monthly inspection of Kaiba Land. Reginald O'Malley, the president of rival gaming company Knightly Rook, is responsible for the kidnapping, and has challenged Kaiba to a tag duel in order to win back Mokuba. To your surprise, Kaiba asked you to be his partner for the duel, since Yugi was out of town. As you head to the rooftop helipad, you hope you're not getting in over your head. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. (This chapter does not contain playing the card game...) Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,647 You can read part 1 here. You can read part 2 here. You can read part 3 here. You stood inside the elevator which had roof access, feeling the floor press against your feet as you and Kaiba shot upwards. The doors slid open to reveal a helipad. Stepping out onto the roof, you squinted in the blinding summer sunlight as heat radiated up from underfoot and down from above. After ditching your hat, abandoning your sunglasses, and replacing your t-shirt with a fitted black shirt and a short white vest, you had run after Kaiba, barely catching the elevator in time. Now, staring at your shadow, you smiled at your silhouette; it was angular, with your capris falling to your midcalf, and the vest cutting off halfway down your torso, with a high collar and flaring out shoulders. It was a good image, a strong outline, and it sort of reminded you of something… Team Rocket. You groaned. 

Kaiba strode past you towards the helicopter, his hair ruffling in the wind created by the rotors. He moved without hesitation. This was your last chance to back out, but your mind discarded the suggestion. When you jumped into a project, you didn’t look back. This was no different. As the artificial wind and engine noise increased, you followed Kaiba inside the helicopter, feeling the sudden lack of blustering air as you pulled the door shut behind you. It was surprisingly quiet inside.   

You almost planted your face against the window during takeoff. For a few minutes, the excitement of being in a helicopter drowned out everything else. Settling down on the bench opposite Kaiba, you tried to focus on your deck and prepare for the upcoming duel. “You look nervous.” Kaiba commented. “I am nervous. We’re about to duel for your brother. What if I’m not up to the task? What if we lose?” You regretted sharing your worries as soon as you said them.

“I don’t lose.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not true.”

Kaiba scowled at you. “I don’t lose to two-bit schemers like O’Malley.”

Fair point. Kaiba was an excellent duelist, one of the best in the world. “I might. I’m a decent duelist, but my deck is hardly top notch, and—”

“You won’t hold me back. I’ll win on my own if I need to.” Kaiba’s voice was ice. His eyes softened a smidge. “But you’re a competent duel partner.”

Kaiba believed in your ability? You gave a faint smile, he wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. “I try.”

“You better.”

After a few minutes of silence, Kaiba spoke up again. “Let me see your deck.”

Switching to the bench Kaiba was sitting on, you pulled your deck out of your belt box and spread the cards between you. Working at a game shop brought advantages; you had managed to get some decent cards, and were using one of the new ‘archetypes.’ When you first found out about the Kozmo cards, you knew you wanted to try and build a deck with them. But even with an employee discount, and Yugi’s Grandpa helping track down cards, you had barely managed to build the simplest form of the deck. 

“Hm.” Kaiba grabbed his silver briefcase from the floor and opened it. His laptop was strapped into the lid, and the base of the case held thousands of dollars worth of cards. Your eyes widened. “Borrow a few for your deck.” It sounded more like an order than an offer.

“I can’t start swapping my cards right before a duel! It could mess up my strategies.” It was stupid, but you didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything.

Kaiba planted his fingers on a few of your cards and slid them across the bench towards you, “I’m offering you a chance to replace your weak staples with stronger options. Take it.”

“Fine, but I’m giving them back after we win. I don’t need your charity.” You took the briefcase from Kaiba and perused the contents. This would require thought. After selecting a few cards like Ice Dragon’s Prison and Pot of Greed, you showed Kaiba the chosen cards and slipped them into your deck. He nodded approvingly.   

Kaiba pulled out his own deck, rifling through the cards idly until he found one of his favorites. 

“Can I look at one of your Blue-Eyes?” You were surprised at your own audacity, but if you wanted Kaiba to treat you like an equal, you would need to act like one.

“Sure.” Extending two fingers, he held the card out.                    

Up till now, you had only held the ripped Blue-Eyes at the game shop. This one was beautiful. You could imagine its roar. Feel its presence. Holding the card was an honor—you felt like Kaiba had handed you part of his soul. 

“Do you know what that card represents?” Kaiba asked.  

“You?”

Kaiba almost smiled. “You spend too much time with Yugi.”

You realized your mistake. “Your power.” It wasn’t a guess anymore, you knew you were right.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards for a moment, before seriousness won out again. 

You knew the card text without needing to look at it, “This legendary dragon is a powerful engine of destruction. Virtually invincible, very few have faced this awesome creature and lived to tell the tale.” 

“Listen,” Kaiba stared at you intently, “We’re about to step into enemy territory. You can’t show weakness or fear, because our adversaries will pounce on any opening you provide.”

You nodded. “I’ll try, but I don’t feel overly confident right now.”

“Your feelings don’t matter.” Kaiba slammed his deck down on the bench between you. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” It was the truth.

“Then remember my power is behind you now, and act like it.”  

“Kaiba…” You saw no deception in his eyes, only trust, and determination. “Thank you.” You handed back his card, realizing he was letting you into his world because he wanted you at his side. Taking a deep breath, you asked, “How long until we arrive?”

“Less than an hour.”

You leaned back against the wall, which vibrated as the copter beelined for your destination. Closing your eyes, running over everything your deck could do, you tried to focus, until the events of the day caught up to you, and you dozed off. Some time later, your head jerked up as your eyes flew open. It was too quiet. The helicopter had landed on another roof, this one in rolling mountains, surrounded by forests. Standing near the front, Kaiba held a muttered conversation with the pilot. You stretched and rubbed your neck. “This is our destination?” Outside the helicopter, men in suits and sunglasses gathered—a security team. Closing your eyes, you rolled them to slightly reposition your contacts; it was almost time for action.

Kaiba strode to the door. “Remember what I told you.” 

You cracked your knuckles, nodding. “Let’s do this.” Nerves settled themselves; playing a game was easier than waiting for it to begin.

Throwing open the door, Kaiba jumped down. Inhaling deeply, you drew yourself up to your full height; you had always been comfortable with yourself—it was time to stop worrying about manners and act more like Kaiba. You grinned, casually stepping out the doorway and landing beside him. It was cooler here than in Domino City, the air filled with the buzz of cicadas and birdsong.

“What are you doing here?”

Hearing the quiet murmur, you turned to Bishop, who shifted slightly under your gaze. “Surprised to see me?”

“I went to considerable expense to keep you out of this mess, Ms. l/n.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, remembering Kaiba’s words about the high cost of the drugs in your slushy.

“I didn’t want to see a naive little girl get caught up in this game.”

“I’m four years older than Kaiba.” You weren’t angry, you had always looked younger than your age, and you certainly lacked experience in these high stakes games. “But I appreciate your concern.”

“Your boss is using you.” “Hnh.” Kaiba crossed his arms. “I like being useful. Besides,” you slid your hands into your pockets and leaned back against the helicopter, “I make my own choices, Bishop.”

“Suit yourself. But I wash my hands of your fate.”

Before you could reply, the nearby elevator entrance dinged. As the doors slid apart, Mr. O’Malley strolled out before they finished opening. He grinned. “Ah, Mr. Kaiba, I’m so glad you could join us!” The security men parted to allow their employer through. “And you’ve brought a woman with you. I’m impressed. Perhaps even the intolerable Seto Kaiba can attract a pretty face.”

“Don’t waste my time with your ludicrous assumptions, O’Malley.”

“Darling, the girl is obviously a gold digger.” From the elevator emerged a woman with bottle blond hair and flashy jewelry, her makeup and clothes trying desperately to hide her status as a middle aged woman in her forties. She wore a sleek black dress with brown fur accents perfectly matching O’Malley’s tie. 

“Allow me to introduce the missus.” Holding out a hand to his wife, who took it with a regal air, O’Malley presented her as though royalty. “My dear queen Sasha—bright as fireworks in a summer sky, ambitious as Caesar, and lovely as the Ring of Kerry.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?”

“Now now, Mr. Kaiba, no need to be rude. I’m sure your own queen has many lovely qualities as well. While her devotion to the white king shows a certain lack of wisdom, I’m sure she possesses other charms.”

He was still using chess metaphors, you noted. 

“Get to the point, O’Malley, we’re here for Mokuba.” 

“Ah yes, your poor little brother. The lad’s been quite adamant you would come for him.”

“Where’s Mokuba?” Kaiba’s tone dropped lower, bristling with hostility. 

“I’m not a cruel man. I shan't keep such devoted brothers apart for long.” Turning gracefully, O’Malley looked back over his shoulder at them. “Please, follow me.”

Chapter 4

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: stalker-ish behavior

previous chapter | next chapter | masterlist

• ───────────────── •

Redd munched on the delicious bread Sam had given her in almost every class. People gave her weird looks for munching on a whole loaf of bread, but she was too excited to care anymore. After her last class, she whipped out her phone, leaning against the wall as people walked by her.

Redd: Hey Sam! It’s Redd. You in the cafeteria?

Sam: Yep, waiting on you :)

Grinning, she pushed herself off the wall and made her way to the stairs, jogging down them and searching for Sam. She was a little nervous, hoping she wouldn’t screw this up and potentially lose a friend. As she was trying to look for Sam, a pair of familiar blue eyes locked onto hers from the back of the cafeteria. Why…why was Maelstrom here?

Redd was about to start walking towards Maelstrom to confront her, but before she could, a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Hey! Let’s get going.” Sam smiled.

Redd looked at him, then back to where Maelstrom was, but she was gone.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah…yeah I’m alright.” Redd nods before turning to look at him. “Just thought I saw something. Let’s get goin’!”

Sam hesitated for a moment but nodded. A smile returned to his face as he walked out of the building with Redd, and towards his car. Redd snickered. “Taking me in your car this time, huh?”

“Yeah, figured you could use a break from driving.” Sam motions to his car, then opens the door for her.

“Such a gentleman.” Redd comments, getting in and thanking him.

“Always.” Sam then shuts the door when she’s settled, and gets in the driver's seat. “Alright, where’s this place again?”

• ───────────────── •

Both of them sat down with their orders, sitting across from each other. Suddenly Redd grew very shy, not wanting to screw this up. She stuffed her face with her fries to not be able to speak, but then realized she probably looked like a fool. Sam was eating normally across from her, keeping his eyes averted. He was nervous too, but most likely not nearly as much as Redd was. For a moment, neither of them said anything and it was awkward.

Finally, Sam spoke up. “How is it?”

“Good.” Redd spoke, mouth full of food. Her face grew bright red in embarrassment.

Sam laughed a little. “That’s good. Are you nervous?”

Redd stopped for a moment. Did she really want to expose herself like that? “Yeah. You’re the first friend I’ve made in college, I don’t want to screw this up…”

Sam felt a little sad at that. “Hey it’s okay, if it helps I’m a little nervous too.”

“You are? But you seem so calm.” Redd gave him a once-over.

“Looks can be deceiving.” Sam reminded her.

Redd stopped at that. Yes, looks could be deceiving, but was this code for something? Did he know? She stopped herself. Of course he didn’t know…right?

“You okay?” Sam asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She grinned sheepishly. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Oh, like what?” Sam’s brows furrowed slightly, seeming concerned.

Redd panicked. “Oh just- my uncle, he’s uh…”

Sam was looking at her expectantly. Redd was trying to find anything to say other than what she would have said.

“Got a new girlfriend.” Fuck, she thought. “Yeah, and it’s been an adjustment because it’s just been the two of us for God knows how long.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure that’s tough, I’m sorry. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your parents?”

“Lance told me they died in a fire when I was a baby, so I don’t really know anything about them other than that.” Redd scratched at her neck lightly, then took another bite of her food.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry about that!” Sam’s eyes widened, his tone gushing with sympathy.

“It’s alright, I didn’t really know them. But it’s hard for Lance to talk about, so if you ever meet him don’t bring it up.” Redd warned.

“Why would I bring that up in a casual conversation?” Sam asked, waving a fry in her face.

Redd chuckled a little. “True, I guess.”

The two of them continued to ease into casual conversation, enjoying each other's presence. Now making a friend suddenly didn’t seem so scary to Redd. The two laughed and chatted the evening away, long after they had finished their food. It wasn’t until Redd checked her phone for the time did she realize how late it was.

“Oh geez, it’s almost eight. We should get out of here.” She looked back up at Sam.

Sam nods. “Yeah, I think the employees are giving us dirty looks.”

The two of them get up and throw away their trash and finally exit the fast food place. They had been there for a good couple of hours. The drive back to campus was slightly more quiet, but enjoyable nonetheless. When Redd finally got to her car, she turned to Sam.

“Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed it.” She smiled.

Sam seemed a bit caught off guard by that. “I enjoyed it too…! We should do this again soon.”

“Sure, but I’ll make you a meal.” Redd offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Hey, you make me bread and I make you dinner.” Redd grinned.

Sam smiled. “Okay, next time at your place then. It’s a date.”

“What?” Redd cocked a brow.

“Nothing, have a good night!” Sam went to his car and quickly drove off.

Redd chuckled as she watched him drive off before getting into her own car and began to head back home. However, as she was driving, something in her back seat shifted. Alarmed, she looked in her mirror to see what it was, and a pair of ice blue eyes stared right back at her. Redd screamed and slammed on the breaks. When it was stopped, she turned to yell at the woman.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid! Why are you following me?!” Redd gripped her steering wheel tightly.

“Just go back home, talk to Lance. He’ll know what to do, I promise.” Maelstrom explained before she was suddenly gone.

Redd stayed there for a moment before the car behind her laid on the horn and she began to move once more. Rolling the window back up, she tried to forget about what happened as she drove back home. Lance better have a good explanation for this.

Mael watched Redd’s car drive away, a black blob limp on the ground behind her. Once the car was out of sight she turned around to leave, picking up the corpse on the way.. What she took with her definitely wasn’t a deer.

• ───────────────── •

Had my boyfriend proofread part of this to make sure it was okay. Hope you all enjoy, thank you!

Well, it’s like what you said here

EXPECT. we do one for each other! you get what I mean?

Oh yeah I get what you mean! Sorry for the late response, I've been pretty busy with family stuff :)

Hi there sorry for bothering you at night 😓 (since it’s like 8:36pm EST) would you possibly like to do a matchup exchange since requests are open ? it’s up to you! I’m ok with whatever answer you have ( : thx!!!

what's a matchup exchange? I've never done one of those before lol

I understand if the explanation is in the name, but I guess you never know the rules of some stuff lol

Chapter 3

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: slight stalker-ish behavior

previous chapter | next chapter | masterlist

• ───────────────── •

When Redd picked up Sam the next morning, Sam presented her with a loaf of uncut bread. Redd was very confused.

“My um,” Sam stuttered. “My mom made this as a thank you.”

“A loaf of bread…?” Redd asked incredulously, her jaw practically hanging open.

“We recently got a bread making machine and she wanted to use it. It’s blueberry muffin bread.” Sam looked at her. “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”

“No, no. We can have some on campus, I’d love to try it.” Redd composed herself and gave him a smile.

Sam gave a small smile before nodding and buckling himself in. The car ride was silent before Sam offered to play some music. Redd thanked whatever God there was, because the air seemed still in her car with Sam there.

“I like rock, is that okay?” Sam asked, slowly turning up the radio as he connected his phone to the car.

“Yeah that’s fine, I like rock too. Heavy metal is another good one…” She trailed off as she continued to drive.

The two talked about their music tastes, finding some middle ground in bands they like. Sam also made notes about some bands Redd suggested he listen to. It was an enjoyable ride back to campus, and Redd thought she felt their bond growing stronger.

I’m doing it! She thought. I’m making a friend!

Both of them were happily talking as they waltzed into the cafeteria, settling down at a table. It was crowded again today, but Redd didn’t seem to mind for once. She was so happy she made a friend, she didn’t have a care in the world right now.

“Hey, when do you leave campus?” Sam asked.

“Around four, why?”

“You want to grab some dinner?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face. “I don’t have too much money on me so I hope you’re okay with fast food.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine! There should be a Roy Rogers somewhere off campus, I drive by it all the time.” Redd was very excited now, practically bouncing in her seat.

“That’s my favorite fast food joint, can you read minds or something?” Sam teased.

Redd paused for a second, thinking he was going to say something else, but laughed with him in the end. “No, no. I just like it there.”

“Well then it’s settled. I have to run, but uh,” Sam quickly took out a piece of paper and a pencil, then scribbled on it. “Here’s my number. Shoot me a text after your last class, yeah?”

Redd took the piece of paper and looked it over. A grin spread across her face. “Okay, yeah, I’ll text you after my last class. I’ll see you then okay?”

“Okay. Bye Redd.” Sam reached over and grabbed a slice of the bread he gave her.

When he turned his back to her, she did a little victory fist bump. Her first friend in college! She was finally getting out there! Taking out her phone she put the number in immediately as a new contact, then began texting her uncle.

Redd: New friend alert!

Lance: Another one?

Redd: Well no. Sam gave me his number!

Lance: He better watch himself.

Redd: Calm down Lance, I’ll be fine.

Lance: If he asks you to the upcoming fair then I’m calling it.

Redd: Calling what?

Lance: Don’t worry about it yet.

Redd: Why are you always so vague?

Lance: Not always. Anyway, what do you want for dinner?

Redd: Oh I’m getting dinner with Sam :)

Lance: Yeah I’m calling it.

Redd: Calling what?

Redd: Lance??

Confused, she exited the conversation after a few moments. Seeing the time, she realized she also had to leave. Stuffing the bread in her bag, she quickly ran from her spot and out of the building to her class. All the while, a pair of ice blue eyes were watching her.

• ───────────────── •

A little short again, hope you can forgive me! I hope you enjoyed just as much as I did writing this tho <3 more updates to come

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis (part 3)

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: Kaiba hired you to assist Mokuba as he performed his monthly inspection of the local, Domino City branch of Kaiba Land. Unfortunately, Mokuba was kidnapped before your eyes, and now there's nothing left to do but talk to Kaiba about what happened. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 2,217 You can read part 1 here. You can read part 2 here. The next minutes were a blur of worrying about Mokuba, security men asking questions, and being hustled through staff-only sections of the park. After the third round of debriefing, in the second nondescript meeting room, you wished with all your heart there was a way to help instead of repeating yourself to various Kaiba Corp employees. But there was nothing you could do. You had helplessly watched as men kidnapped Mokuba, and nothing had changed since then—you were still unable to act, stuck in a state of frustration, failure, and misery. By the time you were brought to Kaiba’s office, you braced yourself for his anger. It was almost welcome. If one more soft spoken individual kindly told you that everything would be alright, the situation was under control, but would you mind answering a few questions… You hated being lied to, and all the comforting fabrications from total strangers were grating on your frayed nerves.

As the door closed behind you, you took a deep breath. You imagined running away. Each step towards Kaiba felt like a bad idea. Since the plush green carpet ate up the sound of your footsteps, the room was silent but for the urgent clacking of the keyboard as the company president steadfastly ignored you. It had been a long time since you had been here—and back then, Mokuba was filling in as the company president. Another step. Behind Kaiba, light flooded in from the windows making up the entire back wall of the office. Step again. Nestled up against the left wall was a table with a detailed model of Kaiba Land, which you remembered Mokuba showing you the night you had been here last. Step. You couldn’t think about Mokuba now. Step. You needed to stay focused, present, involved. You reached the desk. Kaiba had his laptop out beside his desktop monitor, switching back and forth between the two machines. He never looked up from his screens. You hated to interrupt, so for over a minute You stood in silence, watching his fingers fly over the keys. But if he told his men to bring you here, he must have wanted to see you, or at least chew you out. “You wanted to talk to me?” “In a moment.” Kaiba kept his eyes buried in his monitor, as you took a wider stance and clasped your hands behind your back. Eventually, he asked, “How do you feel?” What?! You thought you could count on Kaiba to not ask about your emotions—they weren’t something you wanted to talk about. “Worried. Guilty.” At last, Kaiba looked up in exasperation, “I meant physically. You were drugged, after all.” “I feel… well enough. What do you mean, ‘I was drugged?’” Kaiba reached into a cardboard box perched on the corner of his desk, and pulled out a clear plastic cup containing neon green liquid. He all but slammed the cup down on the polished wood, “Lab results show trace amounts of a rather expensive medical concoction in your drink.”  “But… how? When could someone have slipped drugs into my slushy?” “This was from Bishop?” You nodded. “Yeah, and I didn’t set it down until after Mokuba left. So there’s no way anyone could have—” “I don’t have time for your naivete. Bishop drugged you.” “Wha—Why? He was always so nice to me….” Your mind reeled. No one had ever betrayed you before, but it was the simplest explanation. And you had seen three men leave the tunnel and fly off in the helicopter. “I’m sure he wanted two of the guards to stay behind with you.” Kaiba had resumed typing, although he was moving slower now, giving half his attention to you. “Kaiba, I’m really sorry. I should have stayed with Mokuba—” “And what would you have done? Got yourself shot like the other guard with my brother?” “Shot?!”

Kaiba glanced at you, “Consider yourself lucky Bishop only drugged you.” “Is he dead?” “No, but he’s in the hospital.” Kaiba almost sounded, for a fraction of a second, like he regretted his employee being in such a state. But he kept working, acting like the conversation was a secondary concern. “How did Bishop stop the roller coaster?” Your mind had been mulling over the question of stopping the cars ever since the incident.  “He carried a localized field which blocked power to the brakes and triggered their failsafe, causing them to lock up until Bishop left the area.” “That’s impossible. You can’t dampen electricity like that. An EMP might have knocked the power offline, but then the cars would have been stuck there.” “It’s possible. My stepfather sold designs for such a device to the military.” You crossed your arms, “Fine, but no one would have access to those designs, much less the device itself.” “Despite my efforts, there’s still old Kaiba Corp tech scattered across the globe, and not exclusively in the US military.” “Seriously?” You supposed even Kaiba couldn’t always buy his way out of other men’s contracts. “But in this case,” Kaiba switched to his laptop, “an unauthorized individual accessed those files internally. Probably Bishop.” “He’s a hacker?” “Or his boss is, and Bishop followed his instructions in order to steal the plans, as well as several other, more recent files related to Solid Vision.” “I would have thought that was impossible too.” “Almost impossible. The bypass was impressive. I’ve been rebuilding the system’s security protocols from scratch this week, but the damage was already done.” Silence fell again, and you wondered if the conversation was over. You were tired. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you asked, “Am I still going to need to talk to the police after this?”  “Why would you talk to the police?” Kaiba stopped typing and stared at you with genuine curiosity. “Because I watched your little brother get kidnapped!” “I know, but what do the police have to do with it?” “Well, yeah, okay, it’s probably the FBI’s job, and not the local police, but you know what I mean.” You were rarely sarcastic, but there was no reason for Kaiba to be so pedantic. To your surprise, Kaiba stopped typing, leaned forward on his elbows, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I thought Mokuba explained our situation to you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You were more confused than angry. Kaiba sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard that the super rich can do whatever they want?” “Yeah, but I’ve never believed it.” “It would be more accurate to say that we can do whatever we want, to those in our league.” You stared blankly.

“If a corporation kidnapped a random child, the government would intervene on behalf of the kid, but they won’t interfere with something like this. I’m expected to use my own resources to rescue Mokuba, or take revenge on his kidnappers—whatever I want, so long as the perpetrator is playing the same game. And of course, there’s always the possibility for further retaliation from the other side.” You grasped desperately for words. “This is…” Kaiba had ripped aside the curtain, revealing a view of the world you were never supposed to see. “Where does this leave someone like me?” “Employees of Kaiba Corp are under my protection. Any of my rivals who bothered or harmed my people would know to expect retribution. And of course, we’re careful not to harm unrelated… civilians.” Kaiba paused, as though questioning his choice of words, then continued. “If someone like Pegasus grievously hurt one of your sisters, then the government might get involved, and the whole thing could drag out in a multi-year legal battle. No one wants that.” “And where do I fit into this?” It felt like you had tumbled into a dangerous world running parallel to your own. “You?” Kaiba leaned back in his chair, “Right now, you’re an edge case. Although your decisions today will plant you squarely in, or out, of the game.”   You wondered what decisions Kaiba was talking about, but didn’t feel ready to ask about them. “So, why would Bishop do something like this? Shouldn’t he be on your team?” “Until last year, Bishop worked for Knightly Rook. When he applied here, he said he didn’t respect his boss, and wanted to work for someone with real power. But now, I know he never left his previous employer.” Kaiba smirked, “The man will regret crossing me.” “Knightly Rook kidnapped Mokuba? Why on earth would they do that?” “The company has been pestering me to meet with their president for months now. Apparently, they won’t accept that I refuse to collaborate with talentless hacks.” “And their president thought kidnapping Mokuba would enable him to win you over? The man is a moron.” “He thinks he can use this to prove he’s better than me.” Kaiba aggressively struck a few keys on his keyboard and swung around his desktop monitor to show a paused video. A graying redhead with a roguish grin and playful green eyes stared out of the screen—the president of Knightly Rook, Reginald O’Malley. Wearing a silky black shirt and perfectly tailored matching suit, the man looked more professional than Kaiba; and his mahogany tie and cane added an extra smidge of respectability. As the video resumed, the camera slowly zoomed in on his face. “I tried to play nice, Mr. Kaiba, I really did. We could have built something grand together.” From behind his desk, Kaiba snorted at the assertion.

“Alas, I could handle your refusals,” the video continued, “but your spurious claims that my company is nothing but pathetic puffery were an affront to my pride, sir.” Twirling his cane with practiced ease, the man continued. “And as you can see, I’m ready to challenge you, to show the world it is Seto Kaiba who should be pitied, as I rip from your inhospitable grip everything you hold dear.” You had heard O‘Malley many times, but never like this—with menace lurking behind each cheerfully delivered word. Although as his threat grew more obvious, some of the cheeriness fell away. “But of course, I propose a fair match, Mr. Kaiba, me and my Queen, against you and yours.” O’Malley switched to a mocking tone, “And worry not, I am aware you are a pathetic man, who has never known the sweet joys of a female companion, but I speak metaphorically.”  You and Kaiba shared an annoyed look at the assertion of singleness being equal to patheticness.  The video continued, “I am the black king, you are the white king, and each of us shall bring our strongest piece with us into symbolic battle via your favorite game. The stakes are high, and poor, young Mokuba awaits his dear older brother.” O’Malley chuckled, “The black king has made the first move, what will you do next, Mr. Kaiba?” Kaiba paused the video and rotated his screen back to its usual position as you asked, “I thought white always made the first move in Chess?” “Correct. But apparently he overlooked that detail when composing his speech.” Kaiba crossed his arms. “Will you be my tag-duel partner against this imbecile?” You were caught off guard by Kaiba’s question, delivered without preamble, “Shouldn’t you ask Yugi to be your partner for this duel?” An image of Mokuba suffering because you lost surfaced in your imagination, only to be ruthlessly shoved away; you needed to stay focused on the conversation. Kaiba stared at the top of his desk, “Yugi’s in New York, and we’re on the clock.” The last time you had agreed to help Kaiba, the two of you had ended up scrubbing floors in Pegasus’s castle, which felt like nothing compared to what was at stake today—Mokuba’s safety. “Why choose me?” You trusted Kaiba to give you an honest answer. “I’m not the strongest duelist around.” “You care about Mokuba almost as much as I do.” Kaiba’s mask of impassivity slipped, an almost childish desperation in his eyes. “And I trust you.” Having tasted betrayal for the first time today, you understood the value of his declaration. Your mind splintered into factions, wanting to accept his offer, arguing other candidates would be a better choice than you, screaming to take action, whispering that joining Kaiba on this venture could cost you a great deal—your privacy and anonymity, your safety, your right to be excluded from these power games. But your friend was asking for help, and your almost-a-little-brother needed you to rescue him. The seconds of confusion ended. You planted your hands on the edge of the desk and leaned towards Kaiba. “I’m in. But not as an employee, or a subordinate. As friends. Equals.” Kaiba stared into your eyes, as though seeking your resolve. “Very well.” “Also, you know that outfit you had made for me last year that matched yours? I wore it to Pegasus’s party to help you try and win a bet?” “Of course.” “Do you still have that? ‘Cause if we’re gonna play this guy’s stupid game, I want to lean into the aesthetic while we trounce him.” A smile tugged at the edges of Kaiba’s mouth. “I’ll see what I can do. Here.” Reaching into the cardboard box again, he handed you the deck box you had left in a locker back at Kaiba Land. “You’ll need this.”

Chapter 2

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: none

previous chapter | next chapter | full masterlist

• ───────────────── •

The next time Redd was on campus, she looked for Sam. It was her first friend since high school, and she was excited. Seeing him sitting alone at the cafeteria, she moved over (at a normal pace) and sat at the same place she had before. “How’s your coding assignment coming along?”

Sam looked up, surprised, then recognized Redd. “Oh, it’s going okay. It’s due tonight and I can finally be done with it and move on to the next thing.”

“Well that’s good.” She smiled.

Sam didn’t speak for a moment and Redd realized she was staring. Clearing her throat she pulled out her own laptop and began to type. Sam finally spoke again. “How’s your own assignments coming along?”

“Oh, just fine. I finished an essay earlier today which I’m happy about, and I have some other stuff due tonight that I should be working on.” Redd shrugged.

Sam let out a small yawn. “Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night. Glad you’re keeping up though.”

“Assignment kicking your ass?”

“Yeah. I really hate this class.” Sam chuckled.

“Well, midterms are around the corner, and then you don’t have much left to go.” She tried to comfort him.

Sam groaned and let his head slip from his hand, smacking against the table. The volume of the hit made people turn and look. Redd blinked a little before standing and reaching over the table. “Are you alright?”

Sam didn’t answer for a moment. Then snores. He had fallen asleep, or knocked himself out. Redd couldn’t quite tell. She wonders what she should do. Before she could answer her own question, Sam let out a snore so loud it woke him back up. He jolted and turned to Redd reaching over to him.

“What…?”

“You had uh,” Redd stuttered. “Slammed against the table and passed out. Just how much sleep did you get?”

“Twenty minutes.” Sam answered groggily.

“Maybe you should go home. Do you have a ride?” Redd looked around for anybody coming towards them that could be Sam’s friend.

“No, I drive here by myself.”

“How the hell did you drive here on twenty minutes of sleep?” Redd asked incredulously.

“I don’t know.” Sam shrugged. “It’s okay, I can drive myself.”

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to do that. I can drive you home.” Redd offered.

“But what about my car? It’ll stay here overnight.”

“We can either come get it later or I can drop you off here tomorrow.” Redd just wanted Sam to be safe.

Sam thought about it for a second. He’d only met this girl once before, did he really want her to know where he lived? But then again, it wasn’t like she had any malicious intent…she seemed kind enough. After a moment of thought, Sam nodded. “We can come here tomorrow.”

• ───────────────── •

Redd watched Sam stumble into his house from her car. She wanted to make sure he got in before she drove away. They gave each other one last wave goodbye before she began to pull out of his driveway. She was glad to know he was safe in his home rather than falling asleep behind the wheel.

It wasn’t long before her uncle called her. She saw his number pop up on her dashboard and she could guess he knew she wasn’t on campus right now. However, she answered, not wanting to be in more trouble for not answering.

“Hello?”

“Why are you not on campus?”

“How do you know I’m not-”

“I saw your car. I passed you a little while ago. What’s going on?”

“Sam wasn’t feeling well and kept falling asleep, so I drove him home.”

“You know where he lives?” Lance asked.

“Just learned today…why are you near here? What’re you doing?”

“Work. Hey, we’ll talk about this later. I gotta get going.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye kid.” Lance hung up.

• ───────────────── •

Lance turned to Maelstrom after hanging up, pocketing his phone. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. She’s special.” Maelstrom had a certain look in her eye.

Lance recognized it and narrowed his own eyes. “You stay away from her. Matter of fact, tell your buddies to stay away from her too. I don’t need her getting caught up in this stuff.”

Maelstrom didn’t say anything, but turned and began to walk. Lance followed behind her, missing the conniving look on her face. Redd had intrigued Maelstrom, and with Lance forcing her away, it made her want to get ever closer.

• ───────────────── •

This one's a little shorter, but I hope you all enjoyed! I won't be posting every single day however, I'm a college student and I have another blog running. But I still hope you can enjoy this story even if updates are slow :3

Chapter 1

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: none

previous chapter | next chapter | full masterlist

• ───────────────── •

Redd Nichols moved through the campus ways into the cafeteria. Many people were crowded there, laughing and talking, but some were doing homework or sitting alone. She was one of those people. Making friends wasn’t her strong suit, and certainly not on a college campus where she knew next to nobody. She sat at one of the tables which already had a man there, but she made sure to sit on the opposite side of him.

She opened her computer and got to work on a homework assignment. She didn’t have anywhere she needed to be, she could sit in that chair until the campus closed for all she cared. However, the urge to make friends kept nagging at the back of her mind. She just started here, but it seemed like everybody had their cliques. She stole looks at the man from over her computer.

Like her, he had brown hair. It was short and slightly curly, and he had blue eyes. That was all Redd managed to see before he looked up at her. Quickly, she looked back at her computer and hoped he hadn’t caught her.

“Can I help you with something?” The man asked.

“Oh no, no sorry I was just staring off into space.” Redd spoke nervously. Why was this so hard for her to do?

“It’s okay. I’m Sam. Sam Reed.”

“Redd.” She finally looked back up at him.

His eyes were a dark blue, but he had the kindest smile. She gave him a smile back. “What’re you working on if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh just stuff for programming.”

“Ew.” She grimaced, remembering her high school coding class.

“I know.” Sam rolled his eyes. “But it’s what I have to do.”

“Is it your major?” Redd asked.

“Sort of.” Sam typed more on his computer and sighed dejectedly. “I’m a computer science major but this isn’t what I want to do with my life.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Build computers.” Sam’s smile was brought back a little bit. “I’ve always loved building stuff. Computers, Lego’s, Gundam kits, you name it.”

Redd nods. “That’s cool! I’ve built a couple Gundam’s myself, but never a computer. You must be pretty smart.”

“Eh, I don’t think so. It’s just something that comes with instructions and you follow it, just like Lego’s, or IKEA furniture.” Sam clicked his mouse twice before typing more into his computer. “What about you? What’s your major?”

“Oh, General Education for now, at least until I can figure out what I want to do.” She sheepishly looked away. Sometimes Gen Ed majors got some bad reputation, and she didn’t want this potential friend to be put off by her major.

“That’s cool. Any idea of the major you want to declare?”

“No idea yet, but I’m hoping to get there soon.” Redd put her gaze back on her computer.

“I’m sure you’ll get it soon. Hey, I have to run to class, but it was lovely chatting with you.” Sam closed his laptop and Redd could see his broad shoulders. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! For sure!” She smiled and waved as he left the table.

If she saw him again, she would want to strike up another conversation, which means this is possibly her first college friend! She couldn’t wait to tell her uncle.

• ───────────────── •

Getting home around an hour later, she could smell cigarette smoke. Her uncle Lance was home. “Lance? Why are you home? I thought you were working tonight.”

She dropped her bag at the front door and moved through the house, ending up at the back of the house. Lance was standing at the back door, half in and half out. He had a cigarette between his fingers as he turned to look at his niece coming through the house. As he turned however, he revealed a woman with bright blue eyes that seemed to glow. Redd stopped and shifted uncomfortably.

“Hey kid, how was school today?” Lance asked, flicking his cigarette.

“Fine…who is this?” Redd pointed to the woman she’d never seen before.

“Oh her? This is a girl I work with, Maelstrom.” Lance pointed to her with his thumb.

Redd sensed something wrong with her. She noticed Maelstrom had her hood up, but it seemed like something underneath it was jutting up under the hood. Aside from that, something was just…off.

“Nice to meet you.” Redd noticed the air was stiff.

“You too. Lance, I should probably take my leave.” Maelstrom spoke with urgency.

“Alright, I understand.” Lance and Maelstrom seemed to share a knowing glance, one that made Redd uncomfortable.

Maelstrom shouldered past Lance and past Redd before leaving out of their front door. She blinks a little before looking at her uncle. “New girlfriend?”

“No, I work with her.” Lance took a drag from his cigarette.

“Uh huh, and what was that look at the end?”

“She’s married.” He avoided the subject. “Besides, she’s not my type.”

“What kind of name is Maelstrom?” Redd asked.

“The kind of name you shouldn’t utter so casually.” Lance threw his cigarette down and stomped it out. “So, spaghetti for dinner?”

“Sure. Wait, hold on, you can’t say the first part and not elaborate. Is she one of us?” Redd asked after Lance closed the door.

“No. She’s just someone I work with sometimes. A boss of a boss of a boss of my boss.”

“You never tell me what you do.”

“And for good reason. What happened at school today?”

Redd decided to drop it. Lance was normally dodgy about his work life. “Fine. I met a man today.”

“Man or boy?”

“He seemed like a man to me. His name is Sam.” She smiles at the memory.

“What did I tell you about men?”

“I know, I’m going to get to know him more before I trust him. I got it.” She put her hands up. “You really think I’d reveal everything to him on the first day?”

Lance chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Atta girl. Now come help with the spaghetti. You want garlic bread?”

“Oh do I!”

• ───────────────── •

First chapter wohoo! I know its probably a slow and weird start, but I promise this will pick up soon. Thank you for reading this far, and I hope you enjoyed!

Hi! I recently came across your posts and wanted to make a request if that’s okay. I’d like a tutorial on how I use this app, as well as notifications on when you add more stories. I’d also like to request some sleep and constant affirmation that your boyfriend is a hotty, specifically that he is very smart and his ff14 character ship of Au Ra and Miqote relationships are very Pog.

I’m very exhausted, but hey I somehow managed this shit lol see you soon love

Hello my love! Everybody, this is my boyfriend Luka. He's the co-writer for my story "Not What It Seems" over on @jwritesstuff4!

Now, assuming you're on mobile (I know you are old man <3), the home button takes you to your home screen. There you'll see posts from people and specific tags you follow. The magnifying glass button allows you to search, and Tumblr will give you some suggestions underneath the search bar.

The video camera button is Tumblr LIVE. No idea what it is, so don't concern yourself with it. The smiley face icon is where you can see notifications of people who liked your comments, reblog/like your posts, or when someone mentions you, answers your ask (request), or when someone you have notifications on for posts. Finally, the little person icon is where you can see your Tumblr account and change things about your blog.

As for turning notifications on, go to my blog(s) and in the upper right corner, you'll see some icons. Click the little person icon and it will prompt you with a few things. Click "get notifications" and voila! You'll get notifications every time I post.

Lol hun, I already know you're a hotty. And yes our ff14 characters relaitionship is very pog. I've been thinking about introducing ff14 to this blog, you think I should?

Yes you did somehow manage this. I'm proud of chu. See you soon my love <3

Hello Everyone!

Quick introduction - my name is J, I'm 19, and this blog will be my own original work. My main blog is @multifandoms27-blog

Now this first story is titled "Not What It Seems" and most of it (if not all lol) is a roleplay that me and my boyfriend have created over the course of 4-5 years. He has given me permission to use this storyline and post it given that people want to see it. I'll be posting an introduction to some of the characters that we first see, along with some visual representation.

Below is a masterlist of chapters and character introductions!

• ───────────────── •

Chapter one - coming soon

• ───────────────── •

Redd Nichols introduction - coming soon

Lance Nichols introduction - coming soon

Sam Reed introduction - coming soon

Maelstrom introduction - coming soon

My new blog is out, it's @jwritesstuff4! I only have one post out, but I encourage you all to look at it if you're interested (and hey if you don't wanna, no biggie, I understand <3)

Happy Birthday Seto Kaiba!

He'd get a Blue Eyes sheet cake for sure lol

It’s past midnight in Japan now which can only mean one thing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SETO !!!✨

Yes i'm part of the LGBT

Leenage Gutant Binja Turtles

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis (part 2)

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: Kaiba hired you to assist Mokuba for one day as Mokuba performed his monthly inspection of the local, Domino City branch of Kaiba Land. You were totally up to the task, until things spiraled out of your control in the worst way possible. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,495 You can read part 1 here.

Mokuba was dressed for work, wearing a button up shirt, tie, and dress pants. If he were in an office, the choices would have seemed normal, but since the two of you were spending the day in an amusement park, he looked quite out of place. At the moment, Mokuba was talking to each of the attendants working in the arcade, asking them questions, looking at spreadsheets, and trying to gauge how popular the newest game cabinets were. You wore your usual cargo capris, brightly colored socks, and a t-shirt decorated with little images of Scapegoat ringing the ends of the sleeves. Atop your head you wore a baseball cap and sunglasses; you had no intention of being identified in any paparazzi photographs if you could help it—fame seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Standing around, you eyed the snack bar, wanting one of the neon colored slushies marked as “extremely sour” on the menu board, but simultaneously not wanting to spend your money on overpriced theme park drinks. Men in dark suits and sunglasses loitered around as well—Mokuba’s security detail: Cole, Bishop, and… you couldn’t remember the names of the other two. Eventually, Mokuba finished talking with the employees, and walked back. You helped him sort his notes—asking questions, listening closely to his answers, acting like both of you were adults, even though Mokuba wasn’t one, and you rarely felt like a grownup. The guards did a good job of gently brushing away anyone who tried to approach without permission, as Mokuba finally concluded he was certain all Kaiba Corp regulations and standards were being met in the arcade. It was time for fun. Starting with rhythm games before moving on to dancing games, you and Mokuba had a blast. After working up a bit of a sweat, you leaned against the metal handrail attached to the dancing game, “Why are you so good at this?” Mokuba grinned at you, “Practice.” “Practice? I don’t want to have to practice to get good at games!” You enjoyed joking around with Mokuba, it felt natural, almost like he was your little brother—no, thoughts like that were dangerous. Even if Mokuba had taken a shine to you, there was no way the Kaiba brothers were about to let you into their circle of people they truly trusted and cared about; even Yugi barely managed to make it in, and he was one of the sweetest people in the world. One of the guards, Bishop, approached with a slushy in each hand. You had interacted with him a few times over the past year, and he was always attentive to people’s needs. Gratefully, you took the proffered neon green concoction, surprised at how sour the drink was; you loved tart foods. Beside you, Mokuba chugged down his own pink slushy, giving himself a brain freeze. “Arrrgh, why doesn’t this happen to you?!” You shrugged, “I eat slowly. It has its perks.” The two of you made your way outside, where the bright sunlight and gentle breeze contrasted with the dim, noisy interior of the arcade building. Continuing to sip on your slushy, you wondered if you had somehow overdone it playing dancing games. You did enough cardio workouts in your daily life that it shouldn’t be negatively affecting you like this, but… You forced yourself to keep walking across the park, sipping at your cold drink and trying to act like you felt fine. “Can we go on the new roller coaster now?” Mokuba interrupted your thoughts. “I haven’t had a chance to ride it since it opened two weeks ago.” He turned to face you, “Woah, are you feeling okay?” “Not really.” Talking caused an unexpected spike of nausea. “I think I need to sit down for a minute, but you can go ahead and ride.” What on earth had you done to yourself back there? Mokuba hesitated. “I’ll be fine. You can ride it again with me before we leave.” There was no way you were going to hold Mokuba back, even in such a small matter.

“If you say so.” Mokuba sounded unsure. As though sensing his boss’s uncertainty, Bishop suggested, “We can leave two of the guards with her, in order to make sure Ms. l/n remains undisturbed while we’re on the ride.” Mokuba nodded, “Good suggestion.” He grinned at you, “See ya later.” With Bishop and one of the other guards in tow, the short teen headed for the waiting line.

Smiling wanly at the two remaining security guards, you walked over to a nearby bench, slowly sitting to avoid roiling your stomach further. You watched as Mokuba and Bishop slipped under a velvet rope blocking off the secondary access line to the coaster and made their way to the front. After seeing the two of them start to enter the next available car with the other park goers, you closed your eyes and let your head sink back, glad to be sitting still and resting.

Listening to the people passing by, the soundtrack for the roller coaster line, and the distant screams of riders enjoying themselves, you relaxed. After a few minutes, you began to feel better, which was just as well, since Mokuba was likely to be bounding up any second now. A couple more minutes passed. It was too quiet. Opening your eyes, you realized the roller coaster wasn’t running. Your eyes traced along its brightly colored path; you didn’t see any cars running on the tracks, only empty cars at the loading station, which weren’t being filled. So the previous cars must still be on the tracks, and since you couldn’t see them, it must have been in one of the covered portions. Groaning, you pushed yourself up and made for the ride. With the two guards at your side, it was easy to make it to the front of the line, where a young woman was trying not to panic as she talked into her intercom. Finishing her call, the ride operator covered her face with her hands, “I’m gonna lose my job…” “What’s wrong?” You asked as you approached, eyes scanning over the ride’s control panel as you spoke. Noticing you and the guards, the young woman tried to straighten up, “Oh, uh, one of the magnetic brake systems completely engaged when it wasn’t supposed to, and now the ride is stopped at the top of the second peak.” She pointed to the relevant part of the ride, which was covered by an outer tunnel, hiding the cars from view. “I’m hardly an expert, but that can be caused by a sensor malfunction causing the security protocols to engage, right?” You wished you knew more about how roller coasters worked. The young woman nodded, “That’s right, but if that happens, I should be able to fix it by restarting the system, and it’s not working!”

A rapidly approaching helicopter almost drowned out your next question, “How long before someone gets out here to fix it?”

“A technician should be here in a couple minutes, but I don’t—” the helicopter was too loud now, drowning out the ride operator’s words. It seemed louder than the Kaiba Corp copters you had been near a few times.

Squelching down your unease, you moved to get a better look at the helicopter, which was unmarked. The copter stopped over the place where you knew the roller coaster cars with Mokuba were stuck, and two men jumped out onto the roof of the tunnel. Was this a rescue operation? Turning to yell to the two guards with you, you saw them motioning to one another in a way that made it clear this was not supposed to be happening. At this angle, it was hard to see what the men from the helicopter were doing, but they appeared to pry a panel off of the tunnel and drop down inside.

More black suited men were arriving at the loading platform now, shouting terse commands and code words you recognized from studying the security protocols last night; this was bad.

Some of the guards began to make their way into out-of-bounds maintenance areas, drawing guns from their suit jackets and preparing to climb steep emergency staircases up towards the place Mokuba was trapped. Caught up in watching the security men, you failed to notice what was happening until the ride operator grabbed you and pointed. Three men were rising from the hole in the tunnel, with a bound but struggling Mokuba in tow.

“Mokuba!!” The helicopter drowned out your cry, as the four figures disappeared inside. The roller coaster cars suddenly started moving again, its passengers’ screams becoming audible as the helicopter began to fly away, rapidly disappearing in the distance.

Leaning back against the side of the control panel, you slid to the ground, your knees almost touching your shoulders. “Mokuba…” This time the word was barely audible, your throat tight as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: You wanted to work in peace, but a certain CEO wanted you to take on a job for him. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,100 It felt lonely after Yugi and his friends’ graduation. Over the course of the three prior years, while you had worked at Kame Game, Yugi had slowly pulled you into his friend group. Always slow to form emotional connections, you found you were no match for Yugi’s bright smile and quiet nudging to join in the fun. And despite being four years older, you had been well integrated by the time Yugi graduated—although, truth be told, you were only marginally aware of how much you had come to delight in spending time with the group. At least, until it ended, then you became keenly aware. Téa left to study in New York. Tristan was working full time in his dad’s factory. And Joey spent his days working a collection of odd jobs and chasing down his dream of becoming a professional duelist. And then Joey started dating your younger sister, and it felt like losing two friends at once. Fortunately, you and Yugi grew closer, starting Pharaoh Games together, designing a few games which the two of you sold for a slight profit at a small scale. And Mokuba started to swing by; he latched onto you, quickly becoming close. It was Mokuba who hired you and Yugi to design the proof of concept game for his older brother’s new solid vision holograms. And that was how, amidst a whirlwind year and a half project, you met Seto Kaiba. He was the most interesting human you had ever met, he designed incredible things, and he loved his little brother—the three shortcuts to winning your favor, all in one person. You and Kaiba worked well together—which Mokuba encouraged—and to your surprise, by the end of the project, Kaiba was going out of his way to talk to you, tell you about his plans, and ask for your advice on specific elements of scenario design for his own Solid Vision projects.

You even tried to help Kaiba win a bet with Pegasus, and although the two of you eventually lost, it did help create a true bond between you, (especially when it came time to pay up.) Still, once the Solid Vision game was completed, Kaiba moved on to other projects, and you were left with nothing to return to but quiet work at the game shop. It was a good job, a good life, and Yugi was a good friend; but you missed spending time with someone smarter than you, someone who built imaginary worlds from light, someone with impressive dreams for the future. It felt like, after years of hearing about Yugi’s adventures, you had been swept up into the edges of something grand, only to be dropped again back into the mundane—and there were fewer friends to share it with now.

Still, the Kaiba brothers both kept in contact in their own way, and you had low social needs, so it all seemed like it would work out. 

While working alone at the game shop, you flipped the radio on. An old fashioned trumpet fanfare blasted out of the speakers as you scrambled to turn the volume down. You were all too familiar with the melody—the theme song for a rapidly ascending game company, Knightly Rook, which had been in an advertising blitz for almost a month now. From your admittedly biased perspective, the company seemed more hype than substance, but it was the company’s snide, barely concealed jabs at Kaiba Corp that irritated you. Still, there was a lot of talk from the company’s popular president that Knightly Rook would soon go public, so for the moment, even the news was covering their rise to prominence.

At your hip, your cell phone went off, playing the Kaiba Corp theme. Switching off the radio, you popped the phone out of its clip and answered it. “Kaiba?” 

“You’re taking Mokuba to Kaiba Land tomorrow.” Kaiba rarely bothered with the customary social dance that defined most people’s conversations.

Had you forgotten about a plan made months ago? You switched to your calendar app, “No, I’m not. I’m working tomorrow.” You liked jumping straight past the niceties too. “Besides, I don’t remember asking you to plan my schedule.”

“You should. You wouldn’t make yourself a long-term plan if I paid you to do it.” Kaiba gave a harsh little laugh. “Yugi can run the shop. I want to hire you to assist Mokuba for his park inspection tomorrow.”

“Don’t you usually do the monthly park inspection with Mokuba?” You switched your phone to speakerphone, setting it down and grabbing a box cutter. “Besides, Yugi’s out of town this week.” Cutting open a few boxes of supplies, you began to check the contents against the provided invoices.

After a moment’s silence, Kaiba gave a little growl, “Why is Yugi in New York?”

He must have checked Yugi’s duel disk location. “He’s visiting Téa.”

“Fine. I’ll pay Mr. Muto to give you the day off.”

“Honestly, just wait a couple of days and—“

“Do you think you’re not up to the task? Is that why you’re turning this opportunity down?” 

“Hey, we both know I’m capable of keeping up with Mokuba. I’ll be available in a few days. You don’t even have to pay me.”

“I’d rather you did it tomorrow. And I’ll pay you. The last time someone other than me did the inspection with Mokuba, he ended up covered in wet paint and quit.”

Not surprising. Mokuba could be something of a feral gremlin with anyone he didn’t like. You sighed. “What time will a car be picking me up?” You weren’t going to pay for parking at Kaiba Land if you could help it.

“Nine. I’ll have someone fax you your W-4. Fill it out and have it ready for tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You marked off the last of the supplies on the invoice. “Anything I need to read up on tonight?”

“I’ll send you the latest security protocols. But be sure to destroy the papers after you read them.”

“Security proto—Kaiba what’s going on?”

“I’m handling it. But I don’t have time to accompany Mokuba tomorrow. Just keep an eye out.”

You sighed again. Why did Kaiba have to be secretive? “Fine. But I’m not a bodyguard. I don’t have the right training.”

“Mokuba will have guards with him.”

You set down your pencil. “That’s good. Will we see you tomorrow?”

“I doubt it.”

“Well, I’ll keep Mokuba out of trouble.”

“Bye.” Kaiba hung up. Abrupt as always. Hopefully, you wouldn’t make any embarrassing mistakes tomorrow. If Kaiba trusted you, then you had no intention of letting him and Mokuba down. Part 2