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ztarvokwrites · 5 months ago

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How the rest of the Strawhat Pirates propose to you.

Cross Guild, Monster Trio

a/n: you guys seem to enjoy these, so i decided to continue! this list includes the rest of the strawhats, minus chopper because that would be really really weird.

not nsfw! a lot of fluff and love and omg i'm blushing.

enjoy and don't forget to reblog if you like it!

Nami

You knew something was wrong when she began rummaging through her treasure haphazardly, as if looking for something.

No, don't ask, she looks stressed enough.

Proposing to you means she needs to find the best ring possible, but she can't find it when you're in the room with her, so she reluctantly pushes you out.

When she finally finds the ring, she realises that she has no clue how to make this proposal perfect — the chaos of the crew was certainly going to fuck things up.

Who does she go to for advice? Jinbei. Because she assumes he's been married before, right? Nope. But, he does give her some tips on how to make the proposal perfect — which surprises Nami.

And so, on your nightshift on The Sunny, Nami decides to take one of his tips and use it to her advantage.

You're surprised to see her awake at this hour and even more so when she grabs a tangerine from one of her trees and peels one for you.

She halves the tangerine, but in your half, you see something shiny. Something that makes your eyes well up.

When you look at her, she's down on one knee as she nervously swallows a slice of tangerine.

"Y/N, the moment you stepped on board, I knew you were gonna be amazing," Brilliant start (sarcasm). "You fit in right away and, before I knew it, we got closer and closer. I know that it'll be awkward because we're Pirates, but..." She takes the ring out of the tangerine and wipes it clean, despite it being a bit sticky. "Will... Will you marry me?"

The moment you say yes, she begins crying tears of joy. The ring is a perfect fit and you two spend the rest of the night together beneath the stars and sharing a few tangerines.

Usopp

Oh boy. He is SWEATING.

He's good with tinkering and gardening — not proposing! The mere thought gives him the nervous-to-propose-to-you-disease!

But, at the same time, he knows he must. After all, you're the one his heart truly belongs to.

He can't talk to Franky about it, or anyone for that matter, in fear they'd tell you first and ruin the surprise...

Surprise! He'll make it a surprise! He'll make an exploding star and come out of the smoke with the ring in hand and-- No, no. He'd mess that up for sure.

In fact, every single scenario he can think of, he'll most likely mess up.

Oh... He's just gonna have to do it, isn't he?

"H-Hey, Y/N," He calls out to you, legs shaking. This concerns you, visibly so. "D-Don't worry, Sapling, I'm f-fine... Just wanna ask you somethin'... Pleasesitdown-"

The two of you sit down on the floor, and Usopp takes a moment to breathe. Your hand on his knee is NOT helping!

He places his hand on yours and immediately feels at ease for a moment. Within this moment, he comes right out and says it.

"I don't have a ring," He begins and your heart leaps. "If I did, Nami would take it and claim it as hers... But I don't need a ring to tell you exactly how much you mean to me. Y/N, you are my Sapling — I watch you grow as a person day by day, hour by hour, and I can never get bored of you. Cheesy analogy, I know, but it's true."

He speaks from the heart without stuttering and you feel like you've woken up in another dimension.

"Y/N, I want you to marry me," He says, looking deep into your teary eyes...Wait, YOU'RE CRYING?! "W-Wait! Did I mess it up?! Oh god, please don't cry--"

You shut him up with a kiss so hard it makes him fall on his back. When you pull away, he's stunned as he looks at your happy face.

"...So I'll take that as a yes?"

Well duh.

Franky

Bro knows EXACTLY what to do (he doesn't).

When I say he goes all out, I mean it.

PDA. PDA EVERYWHERE.

Franky loves you and wants the entire world to know how SUPER you are!

Which is why you're suspicious when, during the evening when everyone's around the dinner table, he subtly has his hand on your thigh, his grip trembling.

You can feel his anxious stare on you through his sunglasses, which he decided to keep on for today.

If you think he's going to propose in private, you're wrong. Dude is eccentric as shit.

He proposes right there in front of the crew, gets down on one knee and presents a ring he made that can.... double as a weapon?

Doesn't give a massive speech as he cries halfway through lmfao.

"Y/N, there's somethin' I should ask you in private, but I'm too damn impatient," Tries to say how much he loves you as he gets down on one knee, begins to choke up. "I... Shit- No- Can't cry-" Presents the ring and just outright says it. "Will you be my super spouse?"

The moment you say yes he's absolutely bawling like a baby... So is Chopper and Brook... Speaking of....

Brook

You'd think because he's the oldest, he's had more experience with this sort of thing, right? Nope!!

I like to think Brook has only ever had partners and not spouses, so he's never actually been married before.

That being said, he decides that if he's going to ask you to marry him, he's gonna do things right and not ask anything perverted.

He forms a plan, writes it all down and keeps it in his head — literally.

When the crew arrives at an island, Brook insists that he stays on The Sunny with you. His insistance works.

He's a lot more touchy with you, but not in the perverted way. He's always holding your hand or your hips and gently squeezing your warm flesh. You pay no mind.

When lunchtime rolls around, Brook is already in the kitchen making Churrasco for you both while he asks you to lay down a blanket on the grass on deck.

You're surprised when he comes back out with the meal in one hand, two glasses in the other and a bottle of wine beneath his arm.

During the meal, he suddenly stops talking, turning to you.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on," He begins, and lets out a little 'Yohoho' as he thinks of a dead joke, but refrains from saying it. "You're beautiful on the inside and out, and I truly love you for that. In fact, I don't think I've ever loved someone more in my life than I love you. That being said, there's something I must ask of you..." Brook opens his head and pulls a ring out. "Don't tell Nami, but I snooped to get this," He whispers with a 'Yoho' before getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

The moment you say yes he's leaping for joy and celebrating before putting the ring on your finger and placing his lips... teeth to it.

"You've made me the happiest man alive! Except, I'm dead! Yohoho!!"

Robin

One of the few who actually knows what she's doing.

Yes because she's read books.

The first thing she does is act normal, there's no need to worry you over nothing.

She spends as much time with you as she can, holding your hand or occasionally kissing you.

It's when you two are alone in the aquarium library that she asks you, taking your hand in hers.

She doesn't do a big speech, seeing as you already know how much she loves you by her actions alone.

"I've been thinking," She begins. "About how our lives will be if we got married," Pulls out a ring. "What do you say, Petal?"

The moment you say yes she kisses you with so much passion you think you've died and gone to heaven.

Nami took photos of the entire thing so Robin can look back at them later and feel that same happiness over and over again.

How did she get so lucky?

Jinbei

Does he have experience in asking someone to marry him? Yes, actually.

I like to think he proposed to someone in his like, early 20's but got rejected because he grew up in the Fishman District :( How mean!

Anyway...

You don't think too much about it when he's suddenly by your side 24/7, in fact, you embrace it.

But, sometimes when you look into his eyes, you can see a hint of anxiousness.

You want to ask him what's on his mind, but he seems so focussed on you that it's making you hesitate... And blush a lot.

Later on, as the sun begins to set, he invites you over to spend some time watching the sun go down with him.

So, you join him on the deck and sit on the railing, legs dangling over the edge and his arm wrapped around you for security.

You stare off into the sunset, chatting away happily, until you noticed he went eerily quiet.

You turn to him, half-expecting him to be entranced by the sunset, only for him to be entranced by you.

You blush, he blushes, you both turn away with him mumbling an apology for staring.

He's not usually shy, but when it comes to you, it's a different story.

Which is why it takes him a few minutes to actually ask you.

He scans the area, making sure that only Brook is there, who gives him a bony thumbs up.

Nodding to himself, he clears his throat and gently lifts you from the railing, placing you gently on the deck.

The moment you look at him, he's on one knee and Brook is behind him, gently playing Salut d'Amour on his violin.

"My Siren," He begins, the nickname making your heart flutter as he took your hands in his. "My time with you makes my days a whole lot brighter. Whenever I look at you, into your eyes, I see a fulfilling life."

Brook sniffles, a tear falling from his eye socket, but he turns away to prevent himself form bursting into tears.

This amuses you, so you smile, but you catch Jinbei's eyes soften from your expression change.

"You never fail to make me fall in love with you all over again," He continues and suddenly your eyes begin to water. Jinbei reaches behind him and pulls out a small box handed to him by Brook, who's whimpering softly to himself. "Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of being my spouse?"

You say yes and he puts the ring on your finger before lifting you up in his arms with a boisterous, joyful laugh.

Yes, Brook finally bursts into tears upon hearing your positive confirmation, accidentally breaking one of his violin strings in the process.

starnote: miss me? :P i didn't realise how short robin's was compared to the others. since i tried to keep them as in character as i could, i couldn't really see robin going over the top with it at all. anywho, i missed u guys <3

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yoongelectric · 4 months ago

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Everytime I see Andrey stick his tongue out I think about him eating pussy. I KNOW he has to be so good at it 😵‍💫

Like Drugs - Andrey Rublev

summary: Your boyfriend won his first title of the year, and he knows exactly what he wants to do first to celebrate (you)

genre: smut

warnings: oral (f), dirty talk, slight anal play, cumming in pants

You found yourself pacing restlessly back and forth in your hotel room, trying to control your emotions. Andrey has just won the title in Doha, the image of his dazzling smile while giving the post-match interview appears on your TV, it’s the first time in a long time that you see him so proud of himself, and your heart races with joy in your chest.

When you started dating, Andrey told you that he didn't like his close circle going to the games because it was harder for him to concentrate, and you understood it, in fact you were used to watch from your hotel room, but at times like these you felt like you were going to explode if you couldn't hug him, and kiss him, and tell him how much you loved him as soon as possible.

Time passed, and an hour later your boyfriend walked through the door, visibly tired but with a glow of happiness about him, you jumped out of bed and ran to hug him, he was waiting for you with open arms looking at you with love.

"Congratulations, baby, I'm so proud of you, you're the best" you said, planting kisses on his face, the mix of the smell of shampoo and his cologne invading your senses.

“Thank you, love, I couldn’t wait to come home to you” you felt your boyfriend melt into your touch as you placed a few kisses on his jaw.

You took distance to look at him, the smile on your face didn't seem to disappear.

"We should go out somewhere, to celebrate, you know," you said, playing with the zipper of his jacket.

"I don't have to go anywhere to celebrate" Andrey grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close to him "I just need you for that" he whispered in your ear while his hands subtly moved to your lower back.

You laughed softly, your hands resting on his chest as you leaned in to kiss him again, it started slow and passionate, but that didn't last long, both of you desperate to feel more of the other, your boyfriend grabbing a fistful of your hair, gently pulling on it, while your hands tried to unzip his jacket.

In no time, Andrey's jacket and t-shirt were discarded on the floor, you ran your hands over his torso, your boyfriend trembling slightly under your touch.

"Andrey, I need you so bad" you left kisses down his chest, down his abdomen, kneeling in front of him, your hand rubbing over his already hard member, looking up you saw your boyfriend, head thrown back, breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat on his chest. when he felt your gaze he looked down to see you.

"you look so pretty on your knees for me, but that's not what I want right now, princess."

You pouted, looking into his eyes. “But I want to make you feel good, you deserve a treat.”

Andrey took your hand helping you up and then gently pushing you onto the bed, taking you by surprise.

“You are the best treat, y/n.”

Without wasting time, he removed your shorts and underwear in a single movement, spreading your legs demandingly.

"baby, you don't have to do this, let me take care of you"

Andrey put a finger on his lips, signaling you to be quiet.

"Open your mouth" he said as he placed two fingers on your lips for you to suck on.

You did as he asked, first licking them, and then taking them into your mouth, sucking and running your tongue over them until they were completely wet.

"You drive me crazy, God, I'm gonna make you feel so good" Andrey removed his fingers from your mouth, barely brushing your swollen pussy with them, making you release a breath you didn't know you were holding, your hips pushing on his hand seeking more friction.

It was then that Andrey began to draw circles on your clit, putting just enough pressure to arch your back and make you let out a moan.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, looking into your eyes as he leaned down to place kisses on your stomach where your shirt rode up.

"so good" you nodded perhaps too enthusiastically, andrey laughed

"want more?" His fingers moved down, pressing on your entrance.

“please,” you said shivering in his hand desperately.

against what you thought, Andrey stopped touching you completely, making you squeal at the lack of contact, his hands moving to your thighs to spread your legs even further, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Just when you were about to ask him to do something, he gave a long lick all over your cunt, from your ass to your clit, moving his tongue slowly from side to side when he reached your bundle of nerves, the moan that came out of you was sinful, almost a scream, your back arching and your hand going down to grab his hair.

"shit, andrey, that feels so good" his tongue drew patterns over your pussy, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit.

you felt drool falling down your ass, which your boyfriend wasted no time in going down and licking, he had always been good at eating your pussy, but today was different, he seemed insatiable, as if it were the last time he was going to be able to do it, you felt his tongue circling your rim, applying a little pressure on it, the feeling was strange, new, but welcome, feeling more and more pleasure, you couldn't control the moans that came out of your mouth, one of his hands moving to pay attention to your clitoris

"god, that feels so so good" your head was spinning, you were lost in pleasure "andrey, fuck, you're so good for me" you didn't know what you were saying, you were a mess.

Your moans and praises only motivated Andrey more, desperate to have more and more of you, no feeling could compare to pleasing you, knowing that he is the only one that can make you feel this way, his cock was painfully hard inside his pants, but he couldn't care less when you were completely at his mercy.

"love, please, I need to cum, I'm begging you" he had to take a deep breath to not cum right then and there, your words were music to his ears.

the hand on your clit was replaced by his tongue, as he slid two fingers inside you, arching them and fucking you with them desperately, his tongue moving quickly over you, bringing you to the edge in seconds.

"shit andrey, I'm gonna come, don't stop" when you looked down, the sight of your boyfriend, covered in sweat, his blue eyes almost black with his dilated pupils and the look of complete admiration and desire on you was enough to make you reach your high, Andrey nodded silently, giving you permission, he didn't want to stop, he couldn't stop, you felt all the muscles in your body tense, your vision becoming blurry and in one second, the strongest orgasm of your life, like electricity running through you, your hand grabbing Andrey's hair was your only support at the moment and your legs squeezing his head keeping him in place while his fingers and tongue moved gently until the overstimulation was too much, your boyfriend left soft kisses on your inner thigh as he leaned over you to snuggle next to you.

When you finally came back to your senses, he hugged you.

"you okay? Did you like it?" He knew you liked it, he just wanted to hear it from you.

"it was amazing, i love you so much" you left a soft kiss on his shoulder, which was the only thing the tiredness in your body allowed you to do "will you let me return the favor?"

his cheeks reddened, andrey avoided your gaze embarrassed

"i don't think that's necessary"

you lowered your gaze, your pussy clenching around nothing when you saw the wet patch of cum on his pants

"just give me a second, this wasn’t supposed to happen"

"god, andrey, you're so hot"

you said straddling him kissing him hard

#andrey rublev x reader #tennis x reader #andrey rublev #andrey rublev smut #tennis fic #tennis

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feistypazzi · 1 year ago

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FAMILY OF OURS

ONE SHOT FIC (EDITED)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Disclaimer: This story never happened in real life situation just pure fiction. (Excuse the grammatical errors/Not proof read)

TW(?): Slight angst, Fluff, sexual content

Summary: Paige suggest to her wife to have a day for herself leaving the twin under her control and when Azzi returned home she saw the chaos that happened while she's out.

Paige offered to her wife a day for herself because ever since she retired from WNBA all she done is taking care of her until the father God in heaven blessed them with a two precious angels, their twin. After the day she gave birth to the twins their lives change forever, parenthood is hard as they expected, especially for azzi because she experience a postpartum after she delivered their little angels. Everyday is a challenge for both mothers yet they handling it so with the help of they mom's as well

How hilarious the look on Paige face was when Azzi is about to gave birth. She's the one who is nervous and anxious, walking back and forth in front of her wife who is currently in labour, as if she is the one who will delivered the baby. Meanwhile her wife, Azzi is just lying down on a hospital bed calm and relax.

"Babe calm down, Can you just relax yourself here next to me. You're making me feel dizzy" she command, Paige followed her and sit next to her, then she caressing her baby bump.

"Twins don't give mommy a hard time to deliver the both of you, okay?" She softly said directly to azzi's belly.

"I'm sure you'll be a good parent P" Azzi spoke, as she let out a sweet smile. Her wife looked up to her meeting her gaze.

"We hun, we'll be a great parents" she pressed a warm kiss to azzi's forehead and hugged her gently. Suddenly, Azzi feel a baby's kick.

"Ohh goshh, ohh" she whines, stroking her belly. Her eyes squeeze close and inhaling exhaling.

"Are they kickin'?" she asked with delight, placing her hand on the top of her wife's belly to feel the kicks. "Oh, You both excited to meet momma and mommy aren't you?" and the baby kicks again, the wifes let out a joyful giggles after.

Not long enough, Azzi successfully delivered two healthy bouncing babies, a boy and a girl. Paige can't hold her tears while in a delivery room when the nurse handed the first born to her, a baby girl.

"You look exactly just like mommy" she mumble, tears stream down to her cheeks. Then the second baby came, a baby boy. Paige showed their first born to her wife and place it next to her as the nurse handed the second born to her. "You look exactly just like momma" her heart is fulfilled with overjoyed. Azzi can't hold her tears as well once she heard the little cries from their twin. She couldn't believe that she just gave birth to a twin but she did anyways. She can't explain how her heart is about to explode with joy. "You did so great baby" Paige place a kiss on azzi's forehead after the delivery.

4 YEARS LATER~

Years already passed but for Paige and Azzi it feels like yesterday, they become a great parents showering the twins with love and patience. All the sleepless night and restless day taking care of the twin was worth it for them because seeing them happy makes them happy.

When Paige came home from basketball practice once she stepped in to their house, the twin will ran to onto her together with warm hugs and kisses, the tiredness she feel would magically disappear and when the twin stressing Azzi out yet they're the one who'll eliminate her stress as well, just hug and kisses it will disappear instantly. The wifes couldn't ask for more, they're contended on what they have and they're forever grateful for that.

Azzi leave the house with her wife's under control, the twin wants to come with their mommy but Paige persuade them not to, she promised them that she'll make pancakes for their breakfast, of course as a children who has still gullible mind they're convinced without any second thoughts.

"I'll take care here babe, don't worry" she spoke her hand wrapped around her wife's waist as she guide her to their door step.

"You sure?" Azzi ask facing her wife still unsure about the idea.

"For sure baby, Don't you trust me?" she asks pouting half joking.

Azzi let out a sigh, "Of course I trust you baby, but-" Paige cuts her off immediately. "And that's enough" her lips let out a silly smile. "I'm strong see" she move her the sleeve of her shirt and flexing her biceps.

Azzi shook her head playfully, "Nothing really change huh" she mock, "Anyways fine, fine but if you and the twins need something call me okay Hun?". Paige nods as her respond then calls out for the twin.

"Si! Mi! Mommy's leaving say goodbye" the twin rushed to their mothers running almost slip on the floor. "Ohh be careful"

"Take care mommy! we love you!" Si spoke with her tiny voice.

"Yes mommy, we love you!" Mi agreed. Azzi face the twin and they hugged and kiss her goodbye that made her heart jump with delight. Their mommy placed a kiss on both twin's cheeks.

"How about the momma?" Paige spoke pointing to her lips. Azzi raised her eyebrows making a face to her wife, "We're infront of the kids" she mumble.

"Si, Mi let's see who will the first to make it in the kitchen. Extra one pancakes for the winner" Si and Mi ran into the kitchen right away, leaving their mothers. Azzi slam her palm to her face shaking her head, "I can't believe you" her wife just shrugged her shoulder.

"Can I have my kiss now?" cocky smile on her face as she grabbed her wife's waist. Azzi can feel her cheeks turn red as she placed a kiss against to her wife's lips passionately. Paige bury her face on her wife's neck after, "Take care baby, I love you" she whispered.

She wrapped her arm around to Paige neck, "I love you most and the twin" and step back proceeding to their family car leaving her wife waving goodbye. And that's when the chaos started. At the time Azzi is totally gone Mi is running to her momma dragging her to the kitchen.

"Mommaaa!!" he yell with his tiny tinny voice. Paige just follow her son until he stopped on the kitchen. Her eyes widen seeing her Si playing with a flour while she's standing on the top of counter.

"Holy-" she cuts off her own words because it's not for the twin to hear. Si showed what she have done, scattered flour all over the counter table, floor and her. Since the day Si and Mi learn to walk on their own, the wifes can already identify the difference between them, Si is the naughty child that inherited her momma's mannerisms and Mi is the quiet child that inherited his mommy's mannerisms. Yet they don't care if their twin has difference as they grew up, they love them so much equally.

"Mommaa look I'm gonna help you" she proudly said giggling meanwhile Mi is just quiet standing next to Paige holding her hand. Paige was not mad, she's more concern because Si might slip and fall.

"Be careful baby" She hurried and pick up Si while shook off the flour to her face before something bad happens that will cause a WAR between her and her wife.

After cleaning up all the mess, she do let the twin helped her to cook for their breakfast not minding if it will be so messy. She just make most of the time with Si and Mi, nothing can really made her heart feel so affectionate except her children and wife. The three had a good bond together the kitchen is filled with cute giggles and laughter, Paige took some pictures of them while cooking and send it to her wife as a update.

WIFE 💗♾️🤞🏼

P: Hello wifey

P: Sent an Attachment (Adorable picture of three of them)

Wife: Awww my babies all grown up 💗🥺

Wife: How adorable, I miss y'all already hun

P: We miss you too here wife but for now just enjoy the day for yourself okay? Take care, We love youu! 💗💗

Wife: Yes Hun, I love y'all most! 💗💋

Subsequently, they finished their breakfast well. Paige proceeding to wash the dishes and the twin are now playing in a living room running on circle, their momma join them after washing playing hide and seek, with their toys. Anything what the twins wants to do as long as it's not dangerous, Paige is okay with it though they are making a mess all over their house but their momma just shrugged her shoulder. "They're just kids and wanna have fun" she thought watching Si and Mi letting out a adorable giggles.

Not until Mi slip on one of his toys fall facing the floor causing a tiny scratch to his forehead, Paige heart pounds and felt like the world stopped when she heard Mi cried. She immediately pick him up and stroke his forehead.

"Baby shh don't cry" hugging Mi to her arms trying to calm him down with Si next to them, cold sweats start to stream down to her forehead, she was so worried at that point.

"It will be okay Mi" she mumble, stroking her twin's forehead gently. Paige patted her head for doing such a great job as a big sister and place a kiss on both twin's forehead gleefully.

"Pain pain away!!" Si sing-sang then pressed a kiss on Mi's forehead too. Mi finally calms down, Paige let out a sigh of relief. She laid Mi on the couch for awhile and get the first aid kit to treat her second Born's forehead. Thankfully it's nothing serious it is just a tiny scratch and put a cute baby blue bondage on his forehead then kiss it, the twin hugged their momma after tightly that almost made Paige teary eyes feeling the warmth of her children.

*****

An hours later, it's nearly 6PM the twin are already in bed asleep peacefully yet their house still messy. Paige leave the twin to their bedroom and proceeding to the living room laying down on couch as she wait for her wife to come home. Her eyes almost half asleep when she heard the doorknob click and there she is her wife who look extra glowing walking down to their living room.

Paige get up immediately and ran to her wife with open arms, "I miss you wife" as she cling her arms around her wife like there's no tomorrow and her wife do the same.

"I miss y'all as well hun" cupping her wife's pouting face then kissed her lips. Paige brush smoothly aside a strand of azzi's hair to her ear, "You look extra gorgeous baby" she mutter Azzi rolled her eyes to hide her blush but failed her wife still noticed it.

"I guess the twins will have a baby brother or sister tonight" cocky smile on her face Azzi pinched her side instantly laughing. "Shut up" in a silly tone.

The wifes time was disrupted after Azzi saw the twin walk out from their bedroom while rubbing their eyes.

"Mommy?" they spoke simultaneously in a tiny sleepy voice. Azzi rushed to them to give them a warm tight hug, "Ohh my babies I miss you two".

"We miss you too mommy" Si spoke excitedly Azzi looked at her.

"We do mommy so much" Mi added, as Azzi looked at him she noticed the bondage on her forehead she feel her nerve wrack.

"What happened to you forehead Mi?" she ask but Mi pointed to her momma who's currently standing crossed arms behind her wife, Azzi look at her wife with deadly eyes. Paige can feel her wife's mood shifted and her heart beats so really fast.

She start to explain about what happened, "U-uhm e-earlier w-when-" stuttering.

"Mi, Si, Babies can you both go back to your room for awhile because Mommy and momma will talk for minutes" the twin nods as a respond and return to their room right away.

"Paige Bueckers - Fudd!" she get up facing her wife eyes throwing dagger. "Care to explain what happened here while I'm gone?" she mutter emphatically.

Paige is sweating cold already and hands are shaking. "M-mi e-earlier a-accidentally slip on t-the floor" she respond her voice is shaky.

"Are you not looking after them?" she raised her forehead frown.

"O-of course i-i do, b-but a-accident happens a-and it's j-just an small scratch B-babe" she explained while inhaling so deeply, playing with the end of her shirt to calm herself a little.

"It's better be just a scratch Bueckers." then turned her back to Paige leaving her frightened and followed the twins to their room.

Paige let out a deep sigh, heart still pounding and tears start to build up in the corner of her eyes. She took shower first and change her clothes to sleepwear then lay down to their bed after, facing the opposite side of their bed. She's kinda upset for what happened yet she overthink that maybe it is really her fault, she feel her heart ache a little, and tear dropped to her pillow.

Azzi enter to their room slowly not making any noise, she do the same thing as her wife does before she crawled next to her wife. She heard her wife sobs silently, "Baby I am so sorry if I got mad at you" she whispered apologetically and slip her arm to Paige side. "I-it's o-okay, it's my fault anyways I didn't look after them well" she murmur loud enough for her wife to hear.

"Baby can you look at me please, hm?" she pleaded softly, Paige wiped her tears before facing her wife but she bury her face against azzi's neck to avoid her gaze. "Wife, hyss, Look I'm sorry for how I reacted, I knew already what really happened and I knew as well that you did a really great job today taking care of the twin, I'm so proud of you"

Paige looked up at her wife. "And how'd you know?" she asked. "The twin told me" she replied a genuine smile on her face, "They told me everything, how the three of you made pancakes, play, and how you take care to the both of them" stroking her wife's Blondie hair, "Especially Mi, he told me how you rushed to pick her up when he slipped on the floor and treat him right away" she added wiping Paige's tears.

"They do?" Azzi nodded as a respond. Paige curled up to her wife tightly bury her face again to her neck and Azzi do the same and placing a kiss on her upset wife's head.

"You forgive me baby?" she spoke in a calm tone.

"No" she mouthed, "Unless-" Azzi cuts her off immediately because her wife's mood shifted and there's now a cocky smile on her face azzi knew already what is the next word that will came out to her wife's lips, "The kids will hear us" she make a face but Paige didn't give a budge and attack her wife with hungry kisses then topped her, azzi's body made a reaction feeling her wife's warm kisses trailing down to her neck and let out a silent moan Paige shushed her right away. "Shush they will hear us" and continue what she's doing down to her azzi's chest leaving marks on her way.

Azzi throw her head on the sheet and pushing her wife deeper. "P-paige p-please i-i can't wait more any l-longer-" she breathlessly moan silently making Paige smirk, blondie helped her to take her shirt off for more skin access as she inhaling azzi's scent. "Whatever you want sweetheart" then slip her hand and insert her two finger deeply to her wife's wet core. Pulling in and out faster and deeper making Azzi moan louder but she she cover her mouth to prevent the noise coming from her wife.

Meanwhile Paige is getting deeper and deeper her wife felt her stomach curling, "P-p i-i'm a-about to cum baby" she's almost out of breath, "Just cum baby, you're doing good, yeah" as she goes faster. Azzi grips to Paige's head tighten sign that she cum already, gasping for air. Paige pull out her hand out of her wife bottom sleep wear and place a gentle kiss on her lips.

They both end up with each other arm after the passionate time, breathlessly, Paige stroking her wife's hair, "You're forgiven baby" she teased. Azzi rolled her eyes half joking, "Shut up".

"I love you more wife" grinning and proud for what she just had done to her wife.

"I love you most" as they shared a warm genuine kiss again before falling deeply to each other's embrace.

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Ps: A fluff pazzi fic for y'all before I drop the updated version of the series fic stay tuned! Thankyou for reading babes appreciate y'all and feel free for request/feedbacks! Lovelotsss! 💗💗💗

(Special crdt for the twin's name Sierra and Miles to that one pazzi fic writer, please tagged her iyk her 💗)

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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago

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thinking a lot of thoughts about bf!gojo :(

he will be the sweetest bf ever.. it's a bit concerning with how attached he is to you, bordering on codependency but he just cant help it he loves you too much :(( everytime youre both together on something like lunch with friends or hanging out the sight of you two is enough to give anyone who spares a glance cavities.. his eyes are so in love and hes always got that dopey smile on his face, his touch is always gentle and caring despite him being a teasing asshole sometimes 😭

and behind closed doors ... dear god this man is INSATIABLE.. always has to have a hand around you and touching you !!!! and his sex drive.. erm.. yeah.. idk i see him as the type to want to do it everyday because he just loves you too much and he doesnt know what to do with himself and all this love he has !!!! theres something sweet about him just always wanting you and wanting to make you feel good eufnhffhehrjfnf

the stark difference between you two being such a sweet couple in public but also .. having seen each other INSIDE OUT quite literally is so hot and cute.. :( that level of intimacy .. :((( BF!GOJO WE NEED YOU !!!!!! ok this has gotten too long im sorry HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU

HIIII MY SWEETHEART I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!! I'M HERE AND I'M FEELING TERRIBLY SOFT FOR HIM AND I NEED TO HAVE HIM IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!! i agree with everything you've said nonnie!!!! and i am covering you in kisses as thanks!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!! wait also!!!!!!!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!!! please please please don't apologize for rambling!!!!!!!!!! i will always hear you out!!!!! i want more actually!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok everybody get comfortable bc i have some of bf!gojo headcanons for you!!!!

his pupils are literal hearts whenever he's with and whenever he's Thinking about you!!!! (i'm saying that his pupils are always like that)(he is simply unable to get you off his head)(he's not even trying)(he's so fucking in love with you).

he's constantly resting his head on your head or on your shoulder. this just came to me. he wraps his hands around your middle and he always gives you a squeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a kiss on your neck. and he probably (read: definitely) smells you. and then hums into your skin. omfg i need to hug him so badly. i am losing my mind here nonnie...

okay and i just talked abt him taking naps with you too, right? and i just can't stop thinking about him always taking pics of you whenever you fall asleep on top of him:(((((((((((((( drooling or not, he's taking the pic!!!!!! AND i truly believe that he has begged (literally begged down on his hands and knees) shoko and suguru, so that they'll take pics of the two of you together aswell!!! satoru has a folder with like a THOUSAND pics of you both just napping together:((( he goes through it whenever he's really missing you:(((((((

ok and he loves taking showers and baths with you. loves, loves, loves. he just wants to sit under or in the water with you, just feeling your skin against him. feeling your heartbeat against him. he likes the intimacy of it all. it's so tender and so soft and so loving and he just wants to do everything with you. he's gonna take a fucking piss with you if you'd only let him.

he loves your smile sm. this is such a basic little concept but he does. nothing else in this sick world brings him as much joy as your smile and laughter. and oh my fucking god his heart feels like it's going to explode whenever he makes you laugh (which is all the time let's be honest he's very fucking funny and he is not afraid of making himself look like a fool just for you<3). he loves it when you laugh at cat videos, he loves it when you laugh at whatever the fuck is playing on the tv and he loves it when you laugh at a joke one of his friends make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes a little insane whenever he sees you having fun with his friends:((((((((((((((((((((( it just means the world to him:(((( and you and the younger ones too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg when he sees you coddling gumi and yuuji and nobara:((((((((((((((((( stop, he literally feels like he's going to cry every time i am also crying i can't do this anymore

btw he always swings your hands whenever his fingers are interwiened with yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!! and he has that big dopey smile on his lips again and his dimples are showing and he's laughing so loudly that everybody is turning to look at you both on the street but you couldn't care any less!!!!!!! how could you when your boyfriend is making your heart grow twice the size it was before and you just feel so giddy and so full of love and you want to kiss him stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he loves spending his morning with you. i actually think of him as more of a morning person actually idk how popular that concept is but yeah. don't get me wrong - he refuses to let you up from the bed for at least an hour after you wake up but he does have a lot of energy. he wants to kiss and he wants to hug and he wants to tickle and he wants you to play with his hair and he wants and he wants and he wants and you will give and give and give!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's a little lovesick puppy and he needs your attention like he needs air!!!!!

and then he wants you to brush his teeth for him. yes. you read that right. he sits you down onto the bathroom counter and bares his teeth at you like the puppy that he is and HE'S SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE FUCKKKK CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS SO REAL I NEED TO JUST SQUEEZE HIM A LITTLE AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO PINCH HIS CHEEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! he still looks sleepy and his smile is so fucking big and his hands are resting on your hips, his thumbs are drawing hearts into your skin. and he most definitely kisses you before he actually rinses his mouth.............. and then laughs when the toothpaste gets all over you. it's a mess and he's laughing and you're in love.

he loves it when you baby him. he does ask for it as a joke but when you genuinely do it he gets a little flustered. the tips of his ears always turn into a shade of dark pink and he's looking at you like puss in boots. you know what i'm talking abt. big eyes, fluttering eyelashes - he loves you so fucking much. he loves it when you tuck him in bed, he loves it when you kiss his nose, he loves it when you pinch his cheeks i am biased i just said i want to do that don't look at me, he loves it when you tickle him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT STOP HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TICKLE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! HE WANTS YOU TO STRADDLE HIM AND TICKLE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM HE WANTS TO LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i died

he also loves it when you cling to him. in any way. hands around his neck, around his body, around his arms - it does not matter. he wants you to quite literally climb him like a tree. he loves it when you snuggle into him and when you refuse to let him go. and when you hold his hand and try to stop him from leaving. he's not going to go. it doesn't take a lot for him to give into you. he's folding immediately. he doesn't want to go either. he loves it when you're needy. he loves it when you whine. he loves it when you tease him. he might pop a boner. at everything you do. he just loves you sooooooooooo muchh!!

18+ HE IS INSATIABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS THEE LOVERBOY!!!!!! i think he does like to get a taste of you every single day, no matter whether it's actually having sex or it's eating you out or it's just making out or it's entertaining you with his beautiful slender fingers or it's dry humping etcetcetc. he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you - it's a must!!

i already said it but he loves intimacy!!!! like yeah ofc he likes his freaky sex as much as the next guy (he most definitely likes it more than the next guy) but he loooooves when he can just be in the moment with you!! he's always savouring you - holding your hand when his burying his dick deep inside you, he's snaking his arm around your body as he grinds into you from behind. he's licking and nipping at your skin because he just can't get enough of you. he's sucking on your tongue, he's pressing your hips down against his, he's kissing every fucking inch of your body. i truly think he wants to eat you and he wants to devour you and he wants to merge the two of you together forever<33

okay i have officially melted away... i am a puddle of love Goo... ily nonnie

#WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #HE'S SOOOO SWEET:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((#I AM FEELING SOOOOO SOFT ABT HIM RN:(((((((((((((#MY BABY MY LOVE MY DEAREST OF THEM ALL #ok didn't mean to make that rhyme but go off ig #i luv him i luv him i luv him #i want to kiss him i want to cuddle him i want to live with him i want to spend every second of my life with him i'm fine #mickey is daydreaming #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo fluff #bf!gojo

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swiftsdelucaa · 1 year ago

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What about a Carina DeLuca x female!reader where they get married? Maybe Y/n could be a trauma/general surgeon and you can add a flashback when they meet at work and operate on someone and their eyes meet during the surgery and they're both instantly attracted to each other. Then fast forward to the day before the wedding and the same situation, they're operating and also talk about their wedding.

The wedding happens and they celebrate the night in their hotel room

❛ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Carina DeLuca x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Heyy hope you like! Kinda happy I posted this not after so long ahah

It was all in 24 hours and you could already feel all your body shake in happiness and excitement. If you think that tomorrow you would have got married it still felt so surreal. And with an amazing woman, Carina DeLuca.

Right now you were still at the hospital, a trauma had just arrived, so you had put all your feelings aside and do what you could do best, saving lives. The paramedics had already come in starting to list the case, you helped them to take the patient in a room. It had been a serious car accident and the woman was also pregnant, so you called OB/GYN. When you pronounced that phrase and saw Carina walking in, it all instantly seemed so familiar, like the first day you've met each other.

You still remember it like it was yesterday, a woman had been run over, and was halfway through her pregnancy. The way she behaved with patients immediately struck you, she was so sweet that she managed to reassure you too. At that time she was new at the hospital, and you felt the need to get to know her right away, that smile and those eyes on you the first time she saw you got inside you completely. And during the surgery, step after step, your gazes couldn't help but meet everytime. You didn't believe in this kind of things, like love at first sight, but with her it's been different because you had immediately felt something building inside you, the same was for her.

And here you are today, again in the same situation, your hands and bodies concentrated on the surgery, but your minds and hearts were already thinking about tomorrow.

"I wonder how you can stay so focused, I mean, I really admire you for this" Carina said giggling softly.

"Focused? Oh God I feel like I'm going to explode every minute, I'm too excited" you said smiling under the mask.

"I know right, I just can't wait to be your wife" you could hear the joy in her voice.

"Me too darling" you said. "You know what, I also can't stop thinking if everything is ready, I just want it all to be perfect" you sighed.

"I get that, it's something that never stops to pressure you, the anxiety and all that stress damn" she laughed softly. "But Andrea and all my frieds helped me a lot, he made me sure that all was perfect and I hope so"

"Yeah, Meredith, Amelia, Jo, Arizona and Alex helped me a lot too, I think without them I wouldn't made it" you said as you continued the procedure carefully. "Why is marrying someone you love so stressful?" You asked chuckling.

"Well, it must be the best day of our lives, I think it's normal some stress. And it'll be worth of it, bambina" she looked at you, even she was wearing the mask you could see her smile.

"Yes, you're right" you reciprocated the look.

After she completed the cesarean section, you still had a lot to do, Carina moved the baby where the nurses placed her in an incubator, ready to take her to peds.

"So, see you tomorrow" you said before she could leave.

"See you tomorrow and good luck with the surgery" she smiled at you before leaving with the nurses.

The surgery luckily went well, the woman was stable, the same for the baby. Your shift was over, so you went home to celebrate the night before tomorrow with your friends, which had taken pretty long, but it didn't matter since you couldn't sleep. Your mind was too awake.

The day after you woke up early and had a shower, before waking up the girls who stayed with you all the night. Meredith and Amelia prepared the dress for you, after you came out of the bathroom they helped you to put it on. The sight of yourself in that wedding dress have already had a big effect on you that facing this whole wonderful day was even too much.

"You're so beautiful" they said to you. "Hey, this is not a dream" Meredith added. You laughed softly.

"Yeah I'm just trying to realize everything"

"Damn, I'm already going to cry" Arizona said, looking at you.

"Oh, do not please, or I will too" you chuckled. When everything was ready, they helped you to get in the car.

The wedding wouldn't be in Seattle, but in a location not far away. You and Carina didn't want something very big, something intimate and simple was enough. It would have been an outdoor ceremony with all your loved ones. The journey seemed endless, but finally the car stopped at the destination. Your bridesmaids preceded you, then your moment arrived. You could feel everyone's eyes on you when you were walking, but your eyes were only focused on your future wife, right in front of you. She was sobeautiful, as always, at the sight of you her eyes were literally shining.

When the priest started the ceremony, you and Carina were just standing in front of each other, holding your hands and can't helping but smiling to each other. Your heartbeat increased every second, every single word about your story made you both almost cry in happiness and gratitude. During the exchange of the wedding rings it was a miracle that you didn't drop it. And then, it was that moment, that question finally arrived.

“Y/n L/n, do you take Carina DeLuca as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you grinned at her.

"Yes, I do!" holding the tears was now more difficult.

"Carina DeLuca, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?” she gave you the same grin.

"God, yes, I do!" She exclaimed.

"I officially declare you wife and wife, you may now kiss" you both didn't wait one more second to approach and giving you the first kiss as a married couple. As you kissed, everyone started clapping.

The party and celebrations could begin, even if you and her could only think about your life together and what it would be like with each other every day of your lives. Everything was amazing, also all your favorite people made this day very special, but for you and Carina felt like in a romance novel every second of it.

After the night has come and all the guests congratulated one last time before leaving, you and your wife reached your hotel room, that had been prepared. You sat on the soft bed looking around.

"I still can't realize this" you sighed, still thinking about this wonderful day.

"And maybe I can, because my awesome wife is right in front of my eyes" she smiled leaning in to kiss you. You placed your hands on her cheeks, deepening the kiss.

"What a honour to be married to such a beautiful italian woman like you" you whispered in the kiss.

"And what a honour to have you all for me this night and all the nights that still have to come" she whispered, with a hand moving a lock of your hair and the other one played teasingly with the sleeve of your dress.

She made you lay down on the bed positioning herself on top of you.

"Ti amo, bambina" (I love you, bambina) she said pressing a soft kiss on your neck and then looking at you.

"Ti amo anch'io" (I love you too) you replied smiling, that was all the italian you learnt since you told her so many times. Her lips returned focusing on your neck, tasting your soft skin, you rested your head back against the pillow as your hands explored her body. Now it was just the two of you, forever and always.

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 years ago

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Prompt #15 with Megumi? Rivals to lovers with happy ending please ♥️

There you go, I'm so so sorry this took so long <3 I hope you still enjoy it, I find it quite hard to write enemies to lovers under 5000 words :D

Opposites attract

Pairing: Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,3k

Synopsis: Megumi hated you the moment you stepped into Jujutsu High for the first time. As time flies, he always sees himself confronted with you on missions. However, one of these missions makes him rethink his feelings towards you

Warnings: Megumi is an ass from time to time, language

„Why am I here, blindworm?“

There you sit, sloughing on your chair at the classroom, feet stretched out in front of you. Damn, you were taking the best nap of your life when your stupid sensei came storming in and woke you up rudely. He surely wants to send you on another mission – hopefully alone. If you have to work with one of these losers again, you break off.

Especially him.

God, you truly hated Megumi Fushiguro. His quiet way, tall figure and calculating personality. He is quite the opposite of your outspoken, confident and risky self. Maybe that’s why you two don’t get along at all. And maybe that’s the reason why you always end up together. Hopefully not today…

“As charming as ever, I like that. I have a mission for you, (y/n)!”, Gojo cries out in joy.

“Again? I just returned from one. Remember?”

“I remember that you wiped the floor with Megumi’s ass, even though that wasn’t exactly the task”, he replies dryly.

“Yeah, that was fun.”

Both you and Megumi are grade 2 sorcerers while being in your first school year, which means that you can basically carry out missions alone but are happily sent together by Gojo for more complicated matters – much to your chagrin and probably his. So whenever you get the chance to give Megumi a hard time you gladly seize the opportunity.

“Don’t be so rough, I know you have a sweet spot for charming boys like him.”

Oh, you know all too well that your sensei just wants to get on your nerves. But as soon as he mentions positive feelings towards a coward like Megumi, you can’t help but explode.

“Shut up, ew! I have no sweet spot for anybody!”

“Yeah, everyone here knows that”, Megumi’s low voice mumbles behind you.

“You.”

Your voice is shaking in venom while the vein on your forehead threatens to pop out any minute.

“What the hell is that loser doing here?”, you groan, face completely twisted in annoyance.

You just knew it. Seems like it’s Satoru’s favorite job to annoy the shit out of you by always putting the two of you together.

“Come on, give me Panda. Or what about Maki? Some girl-power would be nice. But not that”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“God, you’re so full of yourself. Remember the last time when I saved your puny figure from getting eaten alive by that curse? You’re probably the worst and cruelest person I’ve ever met”, Megumi barks back in annoyance.

“I don’t mind being the villain in your story because you’re a clown in mine, Fushiguro.”

“That was the nicest conversation you two had in a long time, great! Now let’s get to work, I’m sure you’re doing just fine my children!”, Gojo interrupts while hugging you both.

Is there a way out of this madness? Maybe you can pretend you’re sick, too weak to go on a mission. But that’s not your standard and you know that. Giving Megumi the satisfaction of staying at home while he gets beaten up isn’t an option.

“Maybe I’m lucky and you die on me”, you mumble under your breath, storming out of the room faster than Megumi can follow past Yuji who just stares at you in awe.

God, Megumi hates you so much. How can a person be so full of herself? Yes, your abilities are quite outstanding, your curse technique is very good for being a first class student and to be honest you are actually pretty handsome, but the problem is that you are very aware of those facts. And you make no bones rubbing that into everyone’s face – especially his. His stolen glance is set on your back. You do have a really nice figure, feminine curves even though you train several hours a day. Yes, really attractive.

He shakes his head in disbelief. What the hell is he thinking? You are the crappiest person he knows, everything about you is disgusting, he hates you!

“Wow, they really hate each other”, Yuji comments, eyes following the two of you in disbelief.

“No, they don’t. Trust me, this is something completely different. And I love nothing more than teasing that out”, Gojo replies with a cheeky grin.

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“Stop breathing so loud, Fushiguro.”

Kiyotaka can’t help but glance at you in the rearview mirror, too stunned to speak by your nonsensical words. Why does Gojo keep sending the two of you on missions together? The air in the car is so thick that it could be sliced by a katana.

“Rot in hell, (y/n).”

He never heard such cruel words come out of Megumi’s mouth except when you are around.

“I’m already there, you’re here after all”, you bark back.

“Stop fighting you two, we’re almost there.”

Your gaze wanders around the rainy area. Somehow he’s right, you should focus on your mission. The fact that two of you were sent here can only mean that it’s going to get ugly. Once again it’s about a school, once again a lot of young people are dying. You need to stop this madness.

“There you are, I’ll create the curtain now. Good look you two.”

“Skilled people don’t need luck, but maybe it’ll help you Megumi.”

His blood boils in anger, just a glimpse into your stupid pretty faces challenges his self-control all over. Who do you think you are?

“What’s wrong with you? Can you just pull yourself together until we ended this mission? I hate you too, but now we have to work”, Megumi smacks into your direction.

“Always the good boy, such a role model! I want to puke in your face, it makes me fucking sick!”, you challenge him, watching as his facial expression darkens with every word.

“You.”

With a swift motion, you’re trapped against the wall by his body. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the thick air between you two, the way he pins your wrists against the brick wall makes…sparks fly. You can’t help but notice his striking blue eyes when he glares down at you, the warmth that radiates from his body along with his delicious scent. Fuck, what is wrong with you? Why is your face heating up under his gaze, why does it feel so…good to feel his frame pressed against your own? His lips suddenly look so inviting, so warm and soft. But no, you hate him, you hate Megumi since you first met, he is everything you despise reincarnated in one person. God, he annoys you so badly, you need to get out of his grip, you need to-

“Stop it. I’m serious”, he gasps against your face, lips so close to your own that you can feel his breath brush against your now prickly skin.

Fuck, you see stars. His grip around your wrist tightens, his face is getting closer to yours. Will he…? No, that’s impossible, Megumi hates you with all his heart, he told you over and over again. And you hate him too since the moment you first laid your eyes on him. But why…why do you feel the urge to press your lips against his?

“Or what?”

Your voice is suddenly so soft and vulnerable. God, you look so adorable with that pink blush creeping up your cheeks, lips parted and doe eyes wide open. That desire, that urge to brush his lips against yours seems to become unbearable. Just once, just this one damn time. Just to prove to himself how disgusting you are.

Boom.

It happens faster than any of you can react. The wall behind you explodes and buries you under its rubble.

You are instantly greeted by scorching pain consuming your whole body. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood streams down your face like a waterfall, your right leg aches in the most disgusting way imaginable.

“Fuck, are you alright (y/n)?”, Megumi screams, eyes widen in horror.

So much blood. Your whole body seems to be covered in crimson. Even though you’re not screaming or even groaning, he can clearly see the shock creeping up your eyes when realization hits you. But he has to focus on that curse. Yes, he needs to take care of that before he can help you.

You desperately try to free yourself from the debris that threatens to crush your body while Megumi fights off the curse that seems to be responsible for all of this. As usual, his facial expression is dead serious while his little shikigami work for him.

“How bad is it?”, he questions, eyes focused on the monster in front of him.

Your leg feels like burning alive, a little glance at your body is enough for you to realize that you are not well. Maybe even so critical that time is running out for you.

“It’s bad”, you hiss back while pressing your trembling hand against the gash in your thigh.

A few broken ribs, a laceration on the head, here and there some open wounds and abrasions – nothing too serious, you’ll get over that. But the giant gash in your thigh is definitely something else. Your leg was almost completely pierced by an iron rod. Surely that wouldn’t be a problem either if the bar was still in you, but it isn’t. And that’s why you’re bleeding out at the moment.

Finally that curse is gone. Just a look at you is enough to make Megumi turn pale in an instant. You’re sitting in a pool of your own blood, lids hanging heavy in your eyes. His heart skips a beat when realization hits him like a wall. You could die right here if he doesn’t do anything.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here”, he mumbles, hands on their way to grab your body.

“I don’t need your help, Fushiguro”, you growl at him.

“Are you sure? Cause it sure does look like it”, Megumi replies dryly and begins to inspect your wounds.

“If even half of that blood is yours you need to get out of here right now. I’m calling Gojo-sensei.”

“Everything hurts”, you blur out.

The sight of your terrified eyes makes Megumi’s heart sink in his chest. He has never seen you like this. But what’s even worse is the fact that he is so damn worried about you, that the thought of losing you alone makes his breath hitch.

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

His voice sounds so soft, echoes as sweet as honey in your ear.

“Megumi.”

His strong arms free you from the rest of the rubble above you and lift your numb body off the ground with ease. Your vision slowly but surely begins to get blurry, it gets so hard to keep your tired eyes open.

“What is it, (y/n)?”, he softly asks while maneuvering his shikigami around in order to find the other curses that have to be here.

“I don’t remember a moment where you were so kind to me”, you purr.

“Well, that’s because there wasn’t a single moment where you were so kind to me”, he remarks with a small smile.

“I h-have to say…That…That you’re not…t-that bad.”

Your words are a true mess, so quiet that he has to focus on your low voice in order to understand. But oh you look so lovely, wearing a soft smile on your lips and that tender gleam in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. Over and over, he told himself that he truly hates you, that you are an evil person that doesn’t deserve his affection. Always keen to hide his stolen glances and the way your sight makes him hold his breath. Your body, your brain, your everything. But seeing you like this, vulnerable laying in his hands, he can’t help but admire you. Admire a woman this strong and independent, a woman who never fears anything.

“You’re pretty okay too I guess”, he replies, hands wrapped tighter around your sagging body.

“How about staying awake for a little longer? I bet you can’t make it until we’re back at Jujutsu High.”

“I bet I will, asshole.”

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“She kept bugging me about telling you that she stayed awake to the end. And that you’re a loser.”

“So she’s fine, that’s great!”, Gojo proclaims and pads Megumi’s shoulder.

It was a close call, he knows it. And that sweet seconds just before the wall behind your back shattered…What was that? Affection? No, no, no. That’s simply not possible. You are the worst person walking on this planet. The thought of you alone makes his gut twist in disgust and heats up his face. You drive him crazy like no other. And the fact that you almost died and were a decent person for one second won’t change that.

“Should have left her there. I’m leaving”, Megumi mumbles and turns away.

Why was he here anyway? Shoko already stitched him up a few hours ago, he has no business being in the hospital wing. “Didn’t you want to visit her, Megumi-chan?”

“I would rather train with you than seeing her. Why would I care about her well-being?”, he remarks quickly.

Gojo and Shoko watch him as he storms out.

“Do they really think they hate each other?”

“Yup”, Gojo confirms.

The fresh air of the evening hits his face with full force. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with him? Why is he feeling this way? He shouldn’t be worried about your well-being, he shouldn’t care at all about the fact that you are injured. After all, you put yourself in that situation. God, he just hates you so much. In his world, there’s no place for positive feelings towards you. But still… He stops in his tracks, eyes glued to the ground.

Why does he want to turn around, to let his feet carry him into the hospital room, to sit beside you? What is it that urges him to at least check on you? Pictures of you flood his mind. Your breathtaking smile, the stunning glimmer in your eyes, the confidence that’s dripping from your sweet voice. Why do you have to be so damn perfect and why the hell is his heart beating so fast by the thought of it alone?

As if in trance, he begins to walk back into the direction of the hospital wing, back where you are. He has to prove to himself how much he hates you just one more time. Just once…

He quietly sneaks past the room where he hears Shoko and Gojo still talking. If you have to stay for the night, you have to be down the corridor on the right. Over and over, he looks over his shoulder. If someone catches him sneaking up on you he might need to burry himself alive. All the jokes, the constant teasing from Gojo about you and him really get on his nerves. Why can’t they see that he fucking hates you?

There it is, the door to you. As noiseless as possible he opens it and gets immediately greeted by your gaze. You almost look surprised when he closes the door behind him again and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room, simply staring at you with his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you comment dryly.

“Yeah, I didn’t plan on coming either.”

“Did Shoko tell you that I stayed awake?”

“Sure.”

“And that you’re a loser?”

He gifts you with his most annoyed look.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Listen, there’s something I wanted to tell you in person…”, you begin while nervously fumbling with your fingers.

This catches Megumi off guard. You always know what to say or react. How is it possible that you are jumpy? And to top it off, because of him?

“Why did you save me, Megumi?”

What on earth is going on? He scratches the back of his head, too stunned to speak. Are you serious?

“Just because you think I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I am a bad guy, y’know”, he mumbles.

You let his words sink in, gaze never leaving his face. The last hours really showed you that Megumi isn’t as bad as you always tried to make yourself believe. He saved you despite all the things you said to him without even blinking, risking his own life to save yours. Maybe…maybe it isn’t even hatred you feel towards him.

But something completely different.

“I will never say this again but…I think you’re my favorite enemy”, you confess quietly with a small smile.

Megumi’s heart stops beating for a second, your sweet words triggering feelings in him he tried so hard to avoid. God, how many nights did he tell himself that you are no good, that he just has to hate you with all his heart? But…Is he really hating you though?

“I can probably give that back”, he mumbles.

For once in his life, Megumi sees nothing but your striking beauty and brain when his gaze meets yours. Maybe, just maybe you aren’t as bad as he thought you are. But why does he feel so strongly towards you? What the hell is wrong with his heart?

“Let me kiss you. Just once. Just to prove myself that I hate you”, he blurts out.

You hold your breath, dopamine, adrenalin and who knows what other hormones pump through your veins and leave you dizzy for a second. You didn’t just hallucinate him saying that, right? The sincerity in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.

“Sure”, you reply automatically.

With fast steps he crosses the room, now standing in front of you. And then he bends down to your bed, grabs your face and kisses you so passionately that you forget how to breathe for a moment. Your tongue intertwines with his, dancing in the most delicate way while you hold onto his strong shoulders for support. Is this really happening or are you dreaming again? Just a few hours ago, you spat venom at him like every other month before. But this…This feels so much better than constantly insulting him and to pretend that you hate him with all your heart. You realize with all clarity of your intense kiss that you probably never really hated him. No, this feeling his completely different from disgust.

He breaks away from you, panting hard just like you. Your glossy eyes look up to him, hands still resting against his shoulders.

“Yes, I do. I absolutely hate you”, he breathes out.

“I hate you too”, you moan before pulling him close with all force for another passionate kiss.

Maybe, just maybe Megumi Fushiguro isn’t so bad after all.

But just maybe.

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Bonus:

“Oh, (y/n)! Are you feeling any better?”, Yuji shouts at you while waving you over.

“OMG, are you seeing this. Am I dreaming?”, Nobara mutters next to him, completely mesmerized by the sight of you and Megumi.

Are those shikigami? Your hand is intertwined with Megumi’s, the both of you walking next to each other and…smile? Since when exactly are you smiling at Fushiguro?

“What do you mean?...Wait, when the hell did this happen?”

“Megumi, I thought you hate (y/n)!”

“Would you two mind to stop staring at us like that? (y/n) and I are kind of a thing now”, Megumi explains briefly while stopping in front of both of his friends.

“Did he force you into this, (y/n)?”, Nobara whispers in your ear.

You let out a heartfelt laughter, the confusion of your friends matching with your own.

“This might be the worst decision I ever made, but let’s see how it all works out.”

Megumi gives you a reproachful look and squeezes your hand firmer. Oh, even in a relationship, there will always be that small part of him that hates you.

Along with the much bigger part that loves you with all his heart.

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cupcakewebkinz · 3 months ago

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You know what? Fuck life I'm writing Vee being a loser at her gameshow. I wrote it right here. Hell yeah.

Also trying to queue things again but if this accidentally posts uh... I explode I guess I dunno. Lmao.

@soupiestzilla FEAST WHENEVER THIS GOES UP BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT RAHHHHH

(No trigger warnings again, only fluff)

As always story is under le cut for scrolling sakes

♡

Today was a big day, a massive day, god one might even say the most special day of Vee's career. Today she FINALLY was having a dinosaur themed trivia and Shelly was one of the contestants, and Vee was vibrating from joy at the idea of Shelly being on stage, getting some much deserved attention. She knew she was going to kill the competition too, she had her prize picked out and everything. She was so excited, and her handler seemed to notice as she soon gently grabbed Vee's shoulder.

"Easy there Vee, you're starting to shake again. Are you over heating, dear?" Veronica softly asked, and Vee just shook her head, giving her handler a hug to reassure her.

"I'm just excited, thank you for checking on me though~" Vee replied sweetly, getting a chuckle and nod in reply from the human as she hugged the very hyper robot back. She could tell Vee was telling the truth, she only talked in such a tone when she was excited about something, so she didn't push her anymore on the topic and simply let her go.

"Alright, we gotta go make sure the set's ready for the special, I'm sure you can get in your outfit by yourself. Just... Please be careful, okay? I know you don't mean to be clumsy, but I'm really concerned you'll fall and break something before we air again, so be careful for me please." Veronica gently told her, then she gave her another quick hug, said a soft "love ya hun" before she let go and rushed off to handle her responsibilities, and Vee just waved her off before she scratched her head. Clumsy? She was clumsy? Last she checked her stabilizers were in working order, she doesn't trip on her microphone as much as she used to either, how was she clumsy? Deciding against questioning it, she just walked to her backstage room to get ready for the show, though was pleasantly surprised to find Shelly was already there waiting for her. She just waved to her as she walked past, getting a smile and wave in return, before she... Promptly ran right into the wall. Okay, maybe she was clumsy after all.

"VEE OH MY GOODNESS-"

"I'm fine. It happens." Vee quickly reassured as she stumbled a little, but didn't fall, thankfully. She felt her screen a little, then sighed, being relieved there were no cracks in it. She then turned to Shelly and gave her a thumbs up, ignoring her very obviously concerned face in hopes she'd not think too hard about that. Shelly just forced a smile and thumbs up in reply, so Vee quickly went to her dressing room and closed the door as quickly and quietly as she could, blushing darkly from pure embarrassment. She really really has to stop staring at her... Especially if she's going to be on stage and obviously notice that she's being stared at. Vee sank down against the door and covered her screen with her hands, wishing she was invisible right now, wishing she didn't just embarrass herself in front of Shelly of all toons like that. She had to get herself together... She can't be distracted like that. Vee took a deep breath before she looked over at the comfortable dinosaur onesie they wanted her to wear, figuring that maybe wearing something comfortable that also matches Shelly would help her calm down. Besides, they all were going to wear one, and the thought of Dandy in one was kind of funny. She had no idea if he was a contestant or not today, but just the thought of him being forced into one made her giggle a little regardless. So with the power of seeing Dandy embarrassed in mind, she slowly got back up and grabbed the soft, dark green and light green dinosaur onesie and slowly slipped it on, then looked in the mirror. She looked like she was wearing Shelly's pajamas, but green instead of red, and triceratops themed. She kind of liked it... She pulled up the hood and was immediately humored by how it actually fit, and how absolutely stupid it looked. No, no hood, that's too dumb. She immediately flicked it off and sighed, then turned and flicked off the lights, opened the door and quietly left. Vee never bothered to close the door behind her, or usually close it when she was in there as she usually didn't have costumes for her shows, but she really didn't want anyone to know she was being stupid. Especially not after she was warned to not be clumsy... She took a deep breath as she confidently walked to her backstage room, figuring if she pretended she was totally fine, she wouldn't be questioned. Thankfully she wasn't, as the normal crew that tested everything just came over and made sure she was in full working order before she was ushered out to her usual spot on the stage. Being used to this, she just mostly ignored them and strutted her way to her spot, doing a quick mic test herself to make sure her tail was connected to the system before she looked over at her contestants. She didn't even register who the two other toons were, she just immediately was staring at Shelly. Shelly was just sitting there, looking adorable as she looked around, admiring the view around her. She had on slight makeup to match her onesie, along with some dinosaur shaped bandages here and there on her face, which hid any cracks in her shell from the audience. Vee must've been staring for a good minute as she was snapped out of it by Veronica turning her head away forcefully.

"The cameras Vee, look at the cameras, not your beautiful girlfriend." She reminded her quietly before rushing off stage again, making Vee blush darkly, but before she could snap back to say that Shelly wasn't her girlfriend, they called for her attention again. She instead sighed and rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but look back over when she heard Shelly giggling. She had obviously found the comment about her to be quite charming, she probably didn't get called beautiful as often as she should be, it kind of broke Vee's heart to realize that. She just shook her head a little and grinned like an idiot at her before looking back at the camera, though she soon realized she had absolutely no idea who the other two contestants were and had to look back at them, getting a very obvious groan from one of the producers. Vee just ignored it though as she looked at Bright, who's onesie theme wasn't very visible from her spot, then at Shelly, then at Sprout, who was very not enjoying the fact he was forced into a strawberry themed stegosaurus onesie. Vee couldn't help but look incredibly impressed by it, especially since the spines were leaves. She really had to talk to the costume maker about it, that was so good, that would get so many views alone. Vee looked back at the camera before giving a thumbs up, getting a heavy sigh from one of the producers yet again.

"Vee, can we please start just recording this thing instead of getting footage of you staring?" He asked defeatedly, getting a confused look from her. They didn't give her the queue, she didn't know. Or did they? Did they do it while she was making sure she had everyone?

"Maybe give her a verbal queue, I might be making it a bit harder for her to see, I am a lamp after all." Bright spoke up, making Shelly nod in agreement.

"Lights absolutely overload her sensors, we could just make a dinosaur noise when we're good instead of hoping she notices! Right?!" Shelly said excitedly, though she immediately looked bummed when she was met with just death glares. She wasn't helping, as much as she was trying to. Vee however just sighed and held herself back from ripping them apart for ruining her mood, and instead forced a smile.

"Girls girls, its okay, I just am a little distracted today, don't worry about it. Let's take it from the top, kay? I'll do my usual introduction and then you introduce yourselves for me, then we'll get to the trivia and everything will be fine. However if any of you make Shelly cry, I don't know how long you'll be working here, so keep it civil, got it?" Vee suggested with a shit eating grin, and when they agreed because they wanted to keep their jobs, Vee just nodded once in approval. They restarted the recording and everything was going great, and much to nobody's surprise Shelly was getting every single one right whenever she could. Vee couldn't help but beam with pride at her, she knew she could do it! Though during one of the last questions, Vee was going to a different spot on stage to be at a better angle for the cameras when she caught herself staring at Shelly's face again, studying her wide smile with her sharp teeth, her shine in her eyes as she was going to absolutely win this gameshow, the way her tail wagged from pure bliss and excitement. She didn't realize she was close to the edge of the stage and so lost in thought she didn't hear anyone calling for her until it was too late, she had lost her balance and she tumbled right off.

Everything was black almost immediately.

Everything hurt.

When she finally came to again, she couldn't help but groan from the pain she was in, though she didn't even try to move as she felt two gentle hands on either side of her screen, giving her gentle scritches as what she assumed were the nearby medics checked everything else out. She knew it had to be Shelly that was down there with her, who's lap her head was resting on, simply because she was the only toon in Gardenview that knew about her guilty pleasure... Face scritches. It only was bad because it would ruin the paint on the sides of her monitor, but that was the least of her worries right now.

"She'll be fine, let her just rest for a few more minutes, there's nothing broken that I could tell."

"Okay, thank you, are you sure they're not mad at me for distracting her so much?"

"Oh heavens no Shellers, you're totally fine. Vee just really likes you, it happens, just, usually not this often. We gotta talk to her about that, huh?"

Vee internally groaned when she realized that wasn't a medic... That was her handler. And now she's embarrassing her in front of Shelly... Great, just great. Shelly however didn't seem to really think about it as she just kept giving her gentle scritches, one hand moving to the top of her head while the other stayed against her right side. Vee lowered her antennae at how soothing it felt, which got Shelly giggling.

"I'll do that on my own... For now, you should go make sure the set's clear, so we can rerecord the last few questions. I'll get her up once she's ready." Shelly replied, then she heard Veronica walk off, so she opened her eyes and looked up at Shelly, who was just looking back at her with a loving smile and concern in her eyes. They didn't say anything, they didn't need to, they knew what the other was thinking about. They knew they wanted to stay like this for a while, to just peacefully stare into each other's eyes, but Vee knew better so she gently stopped Shelly before she slowly sat up.

"Yeah I'm good, sorry everyone." Vee simply stated as she stood up fully, then she gently helped Shelly back up, though the two immediately hugged each other before they even thought about going back on stage again. They whispered quiet "I love you"s to each other, then gave each other a squeeze to remind the other that they're right there for each other, then they moved away.

"Let's get you that winning question answered, right?" Vee asked, and when Shelly excitedly nodded, Vee just laughed as she lead her back onto the stage. As expected, Shelly did win the gameshow, earning herself a golden trophy with a Gallimimus statue on the top, and of course a kiss on the head from Vee. Shelly was in near tears when she won, but she just proudly showed the camera that was a tad too close for comfort the trophy before she put it down on the table it had rested on the entire gameshow before she hugged Vee tight. Vee just hugged her right back, not at all caring if they caught them on camera, she just wanted to give her beautiful girlfriend the love she deserves.

"I knew you'd win, you're the toon that knows everything about dinosaurs. How was it?" Vee asked once she knew they had stopped rolling, and Shelly just looked up at her with the sweetest little smile.

"It felt great just knowing you were having so much fun, Vee. I'm happy we got to do this." She replied, getting a soft smile and a gentle squeeze in reply.

"I'm happy we did too Shelly... I'm happy we did too." Vee replied softly, though the two were soon startled by a third person joining the hug. Vee was going to snap, but it was just Bright, who had on an adorable magenta troodon inspired onesie. Vee was impressed, then she realized that Shelly probably helped with the costume ideas and was rather impressed by Shelly's tastes than anything else. She's good with her dinosaurs...

"That was great guys, thanks for having me on! I gotta go organize the library now though, cya both later!" Bright cheerfully said before she left the hug and walked away. Sprout had left as soon as he could, he didn't HATE the show he just felt stupid in the costume, so Vee and Shelly were now the only two left.

"Let's go find a place for your trophy in the museum, I'm sure they'd like to clean up the confetti on the stage." Vee suggested after a few moments of peaceful hugging, and Shelly just nodded as she moved away, then picked up her new trophy again.

"I've been wanting to show you my newest fossils too!! Let's go!!" Shelly cheered, and soon the two were walking hand in hand, tails wagging as Shelly soon was going off about how much Bright would've been such a great troodon if she was a dinosaur. Vee happily listened as always, just happy to exist with her adorable little fossil, while their two handlers looked at each other.

"They're definitely dating, aren't they?" Veronica asked, and Shanon nodded.

"Yup."

"Wanna see if Arthur would let Vee host more dinosaur trivia shows just to see them this happy more often?" Veronica suggested, and Shanon just nodded, smiling as she started skipping off to do so. Veronica couldn't help but chuckle as she followed her, finding it so cute that Shanon was just as silly and goofy as Shelly was when she's happy. She wouldn't mind seeing her around more often... Maybe they could be best friends one day. Who knows... Who knows.

#kai's writing #kais original post #dandys world #shellevision #shellvision #hehehe this was so fun to write #queue #ALSO HANDLERS HAVING MORE SCREENTIME LES GO #I love Veronica and Shanon so much I want them to be friends too #aghghghgh #hope y'all enjoy your wholesome Shellevision folks

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zeondraws · 6 months ago

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Did some stuff today, first thing was fixing that Roper model I made in this UE thingy.

I ended up taking screenshots of him doing dumb expression and I could not stop giggling, just... look at them

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp

Me when I am about to punch Rennick in the face after he tells me "no" (I can't stop giggling, look at his face)

Roper has went insane.

I accidentally made him do this pose, I.... I can't take Roper serious anymore I'm.. I'm gonna banish him into the pontoons. Roper STOOOOOO-

I think the ears aren't perfect but other than that.. His head looks almost identical to the concept one. But how do I make this Roper look like ingame Roper- But I firstly have to figure out how to convert the file you can export. Oh jeez...

I'll try to focus some more on other characters soon, since some folk were curious about Brodie and Raffs. It just gets increasingly confusing the more info or tiny details I discover

I am still trying to puzzle Roper's lore. Something new I understood, while you are in MC one of his audio files shows he's muttering Rennicks name, you can barely understand it. But he's saying something like "Rnnick/Rennck" Or in the deleted MC audio you hear him in the backround uttering Rennick names a ton of times, while once saying "enough.... Rennicke" I'm not sure what this points towards.

After the helicopter crashes the roof of MC gets damaged, but that's the only visible damage. But Roper is such a mess in there. But if mutated Rennick would go in this room it would look worse. So he probably wasn't in there? Yet? Nothing else inside this room hints at anything.

Ok this thought just popped up as I am typing this, say the helicopter crashes and hits MC, this is where everything inside the room shakes.. We see chairs fell down and some stuff is not in place. The chair Roper was sitting in is also tilted.... say, the moment the helicopter hits MC, Roper looses balance on his chair and mutates...? I mean I have no other explanation for this? You can't hear his voice at aaaall while you get chased by infected Rennick. I hear other voices in the audio files of Admin, but not Roper.

It must be one reason he wasn't at the helictopter, maybe he felt unwell and didn't stop Rennick. Perhaps he tried to tell Rennick that his behaviour is unacceptable, hence why saying "Enough Rennick"

SURELY he got something on himself when the explosion happened, I have no other explanation what happened. He keeps babbling Rennick's name, as if he's stuck in something.

Also look what I finally figured out

I have the metahuman inside UE5 now hueheuheuheuheuehuehueheuheuheuehuehuehuehueheuheuehuehuehueheuheuehuehueheuheuheuehuehueheuheuheuehuehueheuheuheuehuehueheuheu *keyboard smashing*

I could animate him.... I can finally try to learn animation through my obsession *explodes in joy*

How to export him into blender is another challenge, but for now this is good enough! I can work with this. This could also help me with Rennick but I'll see about that in January! I'm frigtened to start modding dear god

Ok, enough of my rambling, I should really pack my stuff, I'm heading to my friend tomorrow for christmas, I have done nothing but swtd shenanigans

Maybe I'll tag this too, is a big discovery

#still wakes the deep #swtd #roper swtd #I am going BANANAS as we speak

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imsodishy · 8 months ago

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Take a Step That is New

another episode of Four's Company (a series on ao3)

this episode filmed in front of a live studio audience

May 1987

The cheery chimes above the door at Dot's Dinner ting-a-ling as Steve walks in and he almost throws his stupid briefcase at it. He settles at the last minute for telling it to, “Shut the hell up,” and heads for the counter.

“Whoa, buddy, rough day?” Robin's already saddled up on a stool, Billy’s just serving up her burger and onion rings.

The boxy fan they’ve set up on the counter does nothing to dispel the muggy heat that’s settled over the city, just moves the humid air around. It also does nothing to improve Steve’s mood, sweltering in his stupid suit, he yanks at his tie until he can breathe again.

Steve claims the stool next to Robin, peels off his stuffy jacket and slams it down on the teal formica counter top with zero thought for whatever grease or condiments it might find there, then he plonks his head down next to it without acknowledging Robin, and groans like a dying seal, “I hate my fucking life.”

It’s not true, Steve likes his life. Mostly.

What he fucking hates is his job. Which makes up… some way too big percentage of his life; 9 to 5, Monday to Friday is a big chunk of the week. The heat doesn’t help.

Robin pat-pats his shoulder consolingly. He hears Billy huff at his dramatics before walking away from the sad spectacle of Steve’s life. Off in the corner Seymour, a grumpy old regular who basically lives at his booth, frowns. He’s always frowning at something though. Mostly at Steve, though not exclusively. Eddie earns his fair share of stink-eye.

Robin's hand is still on Steve’s shoulder when he can sense her lean in closer and– “Don't fucking sniff me, dude!” He snaps upright, leaning as far away from her as he can without toppling off the stool. “It's so weird.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” she says, “You seem stressed is all, and I was just checking you didn’t go crawling back to sweet lady nicotine's disgusting embrace.”

Robin’s been rabid lately on her bid to get all three of them to quit smoking. It started with a not in the house rule, and has quickly progressed to all out war on the cancer sticks. Steve's the only one who's buckled so far. He's on an almost two month streak right now, and she's been playing hard defense to keep him on it. He draws the line at the sniffing though. That is simply unacceptable.

Steve rolls his eyes, and grumbles, “I didn’t smoke,” God, he could really go for one right now though, “If I bring a lighter to work I’ll end up burning the building down.”

A strawberry milkshake clonks down on the counter in front of him as Billy basically drops it like a bomb, “Oh my God. Quit! Just quit your stupid fucking job that you hate!” he explodes, “I cannot listen to your sad-sack, bitch-baby, whining about it anymore.“

Steve pulls his milkshake in close just in case Billy tries to confiscate it for bitch-baby behavior. “I can’t just quit,” he whines.

Billy just rolls his eyes and doesn’t try to take Steve’s one joy away from him. “Why? Because your Dad got it for you?”

And like, yeah, but Billy doesn’t have to be such a dickhead about it.

Billy landed his job at Dot’s Diner like some kind of magic. Seriously, their first day in New York, they hadn’t even unpacked any of the boxes they'd schlepped into the house when Billy dusted off his hands and said, “I'm gonna get the lay of the land,” and walked out the front door.

He came back six hours later with a job and a peanut butter milkshake. It took him a month after that to tell them where he worked, and he tells them frequently that he's regretted it everyday since he caved. They do spend a lot of time there bothering him, despite the fact he refuses to give them freebies. His boss, Sal (who reminds Steve a lot of Benny from the diner back home, if he had about two dozen extra tattoos, like they both rolled off a big, gruff, diner proprietor assembly line somewhere), is actually way more likely to sling them a free coke or some fries once in a while.

“We could find you another job,” Robin says, as she’s been saying for months, “One that makes you at least sixty percent less arson-y, guaranteed!”

Robin got her job at the campus bookstore through student services, (obviously not an option for Steve), although, with the first year under her belt, she's talking about looking elsewhere for employment, since the school pays them peanuts anyway, and she thinks she'll be able to balance her schedule better now on her own.

The door chimes jangle crazily as Eddie bursts into the diner, “Outstanding news chums!” he booms, ignoring Seymour scowling in his direction.

“Easy on the door, Munson,” Billy warns.

Eddie shuts the door with exaggerated care, before he hustles over to the counter and hops up on the stool on Robins other side. He gives himself a drumroll, rattling all the flatware on the counter. Old Seymour’s glare intensifies.

“I have news,” he repeats, flipping his cup right-side-up for Billy to fill with coffee he doesn’t need, upcoming nightshift at the bar or no.

Robin takes a guess, “You talked to you boss about getting the time off for the Hawkins trip?” she doesn’t sound that hopeful.

And for good reason. “What? No,” Eddie dismisses her with a flapping hand, “I have an audition with a band!”

“Gasp,” Robin says flatly. The only news Eddie gets this excited about is when he's auditioning, or sitting in, or has a lead on some new band seeking a guitarist.

Eddie, by his own account, got his so-called day job (it’s nights, bar-backing) by just hanging around the bar/music venue he frequents all the time, bothering the bartenders (and selling them weed) until one of them slapped a rag in his hand and told him to make himself useful. Which suits him just fine to fill time while he chases his music dream.

“Look, I'm going to Hawkins either way,” Eddie tells her with a carefree shrug, “If Rosco won't give me the time off I'll just quit and get a new job when we get back.”

“See!” Billy says, slamming the coffee pot back into it's cradle, “You see how easy that is, Harrington? You lose a job, then you get another one. C'est la fucking vie.”

Eddie leans around Robin to look at Steve, “Oh-ho. Did the little Lord Harrington finally break free from the yuppie rat race?”

“No,” Steve says, and slurps a big sip of his milkshake.

Steve didn’t get his own job at all, obviously. It was already lined up for him before they even rented the moving truck. It came pre-approved for him courtesy of his father and his father’s business connections. Steve's been working there for almost a year now, but he's still not entirely clear what they do.

It's real-estate... kind of? The company buys properties, but they do it by selling shares in the properties to other companies, then they use that money to pay construction companies to tear down those properties and build new ones on the land. Those construction companies use that money to buy steel and other building shit from Steve’s dad’s plants back in Indiana (and Michigan). Then Steve's bosses sell the whole shebang for several butt-loads of money for them and their investors to start the game all over again.

Steve’s job largely seems to involve standing around, insuring their side of the boardroom has the most men in suits at all times, and occasionally kissing investor ass. He’s a Junior Account Associate somehow.

It’s soul crushing.

“Aw, cheer up, Stevie,” Eddie says, slapping him on the back, “Look on the bright side, at least you can always keep our beer fridge stocked with that fat paycheck of yours.”

Robin does Steve the favor of smacking Eddie upside the head.

Steve decides to change the subject, “What’s the band called, Ed?” he asks, because that’s always good for a laugh at least.

Eddie holds his hands in front of his face like he's framing a marquee, “ God of Gore ,” he announces in a theatrical growl.

Steve snorts to himself. Yeah, that’s good shit.

“And,” he goes on, voice rising in pitch as he gets more hyped up, “Get this, their last guitarist up and moved to Indiana! How's that for kismet? It's fate, I tells ya!”

“Who would willingly move to Indiana,” Billy wonders, “The whole state's a toilet.”

Not at all bothered by the shit talking of their home state, Eddie hops down of his stool and announces, “Speaking of which, gotta drain the snake.”

While Robin is busy grimacing at that, Eddie wiggles incredibly unsubtle eyebrows at Billy. He gets a, much more subtle, jerk of the chin back, so Eddie slips right past the bathrooms and into the kitchen, and doubtless out the back door to smoke in peace, away from Robin’s judgmental gaze. He’s made vague, placating noises at her about cutting back, but he’s just been sneaking around behind her back, with Billy as an accomplice.

Billy might be smoking more out of spite.

Eddie's whirlwind act really made Steve feel like the sad-sack Billy accused him of being, and he’s sick of that feeling, gets more than enough of it everyday at work.

All the silverware rattles as he slams a decisive hand down on the counter, much to Seymour’s ire. “You know what I think would make me feel better?” Steve asks loudly and rhetorically.

He shoves away from the counter and heads straight for the jukebox.

“No!” Billy booms, pointing at Steve like he’s a cat on the counter.

Steve backs slowly down the aisle, facing Billy the whole way with big, guileless eyes. “What's that?”

“You’re still banned for Bryan Adams crimes.” Honestly, Steve’s probably got a couple bans stacked at the moment. Billy doles them out liberally.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Hargrove,” Steve bumps into the jukebox because he still won’t turn away from Billy’s impotent glare. It's great, his ears are going red.

“I call the shots here,” he tries, fruitlessly.

“No you don‘t, Sal does,” Steve snorts, “And, anyway, I am a private citizen, this is a free country! My dime is as good as anybody’s!” He's been spending too much time with Eddie.

Billy throws a spoon at him.

Steve cackles as he plugs the jukebox. There’s a couple beats of bassy synthesizer.

Billy tells him, “You’re a monster,” with feeling.

Then— “ Watching every motion in my foolish lover’s game.”

Steve slow dances back towards the counter, swaying to the dreamy beat of the bum-bum-bum-bubums, high on the joy of being deeply annoying. He slides back onto his stool just in time to dramatically sing along to, “ Take my breath awaaaaay,” right in Billy’s face. It's gone all red now, like the cherry on Steve's shake, which he happily pops between his grinning teeth.

“It’s not my fault Sal won’t put Mötley Crüe in there,” Steve says, munching happily on his cherry.

Billy storms off into the kitchen.

“Someday,” Robin muses through he mouthful of fried onions, “he’s going to feed you a floor burger, and I’m not going to stop him. This song is sincerely awful.”

“I like it,” Steve declares.

“Of course you do.” Robin pats his hand condescendingly.

She swivels on her stool to face him, a concerned little furrow in her brow, and ketchup on her cheek. “Seriously though, Steve, we could find you a different job. No problem. You got the job at Family Video, and Scoops before that.” Robin got him the job at Family Video, and he only got the job at Scoops because the first guy they hired showed up to the training stoned, but it’s nice of her to say. “You don’t need to stick it out because of your dad, you don’t need his help. It’s not your only option or whatever bullshit you’re worried about. You can get a different job. And, okay, no it wouldn’t pay as much, but you'd get by.”

Robin wasn’t Steve’s first real friend or anything like that, he wouldn’t even say she’s his first good friend . But she’s definitely his best friend. Steve lays a hand over her slightly greasy one on the counter, and furrows his brow right back at her, “But then, Robin, who would keep the beer fridge stocked?”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to her burger, “So we'd have to bid goodbye to Daddy Beer-bucks, we'd survive.”

They would. Robin, Billy, and Eddie are resourceful, and smart, and self-sufficient, they’d figure out a way get by, even with Steve hanging like an anchor around their necks. But Steve hates the idea of dragging them down. Actually can’t stand it. He literally gets a stomach ache if he thinks too hard about it. When he can hear future Robin, somewhere down the line, when she’s sick of his shit, saying You can’t expect us to handle every little issue for you, dingus, in his head, except sometimes the ‘dingus’ morphs into ‘darling’ and imaginary-Robin sounds disturbingly like his mother (which doesn’t help the stomach ache problem at all). So he needs to keep bringing in enough money to pay his way.

Steve just smiles at her.

Billy reemerges from the kitchen to make a round of his tables, giving Steve the evil eye as he goes, before settling behind the counter to concentrate on glaring at Steve despite the fact that the song is long over by now, Eddie Money is playing now. Steve raises his eyebrows at his glare, “Don’t look at me, I’m all out of dimes.”

Robin, perhaps prompted by Mr. Money asks, “Where'd Eddie go? He’s taking forever in there.”

Billy silently points over her shoulder to where they can clearly see Eddie’s hunched form cowering miserably under the diner's awning from the unpleasantly warm rain that’s finally broken after threatening all day. He’s sucking down smoke like his life depends on it. Must not have been enough shelter in the alley when the rain started.

“No!” Robin shouts, much like Billy had shouted at Steve earlier, and dashes out the door, bells cheerfully chiming her exit. Eddie takes a couple more panicked puffs before Robin gets to him and he has to start playing keep away with the butt.

Steve watches them through the window for a couple seconds like a real life version of those weird old puppet shows, “What are those puppets that–“

“Punch and Judy,” Billy answers the unfinished question.

He flicks a dime that bounces off Steve's forehead and drops to the counter with a ring-a-ting-ting. “Go put on some Springsteen, Bambi,” he says, smiling at him like he’s still a sad-sack, sure, but at least he’s one Billy’s kinda fond of, then he goes to top off Seymour’s coffee down at the far end of the other end of the diner.

For Billy alone, Seymour’s got a great big smile.

Steve has stapled his tie to his desk. Which seems like the kind of thing most people would only do by accident. Not Steve, though. No, he simply got so bored that when the thought, I wonder if I could staple my tie to this desk right now, breezed through his head he went ahead and did it.

Turns out he could, so he added a couple more staples for no better reason than the first one.

Steve feels like his brain is melting out his ears which is maybe half boredom, half the heat. The AC has been in and out all week, something about the grid according to maintenance. Turns out a cracked window and a fan isn’t any more effective on the 10th floor of a Manhattan office building than it is in a ground level diner in the Bronx.

“Harrington.” All the staples explode off his tie, flying all over his little hot-box of an office, when he jerks upright as Connor Michaels walks in to his office. The guy definitely notices the staples too, judging by the shitty little smirk on his face.

The thing about all of Steve’s coworkers is that they hate him, because he’s clearly just a doofus nepotism hire who has no business working here. They all hide it behind a veneer of polite condescension while trying to use him as a connection since his last name is Harrington, though. It’s all so pathetically exactly like high school Steve can hardly stand it.

Connor chuckles, “Tgif, am I right? Listen, I asked Laura to pull the permits for the Hell’s Kitchen property for me, but she’s on the rag or something and flipped out at me.”

The other thing about Steve’s coworkers is that they’re all douchebags.

“Okay,” Steve says to avoid stapling his smug face.

“I know she does shit like that for you all the time, so think you could work your magic?” Connor wiggles his fingers vaguely that reminds Steve of how his mom would talk about his sport’s things any time it came up.

Laura is the only exception to the douchebag rule. She’s smart, and competent, and the only woman at Steve’s level of management. She also hates Steve, but she doesn't try to hide it. She’s got integrity about it. The only reason she helps Steve with things like permits and filings is that she knows she’s the one who will have to clean up the mess if he royally screws it. She reminds him a lot of Robin in the early days of working at Scoops, just completely unimpressed by and uninterested in his King Steve bullshit.

Steve does frequently throw himself on her mercy, she’s the only reason he hasn’t caused any serious problems so far. Which is maybe the other reason she keeps helping him, because he unreservedly admits that it’s a joke that they’re on the same level professionally. And not a funny one.

Steve starts sweeping the staples that landed on his desk and not the floor into a pile, “Sure,” he says to Connor, hoping that’ll get him to leave.

No luck. Instead he tucks his hand in his pockets and settles into a slouches against Steve’s wall, “How do you manage that anyway?” he asks lightly, “You tapping that?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “No.”

Connor hums, “Yeah, not surprising. I bet she’s a dyke.”

And maybe, on a different day, when Steve wasn’t already at his boiling point both figuratively and literally, he would have responded more... diplomatically.

“I quit my job,” Steve announces as he walks through the front door of his house.

All three of his roommates turn to gape at him from the living room.

They were all lounging around in the bare minimum of clothes required for the living room with two opposing fans pointed at them in an attempt at a cross breeze when Steve arrived home with his briefcase in a cardboard box with shockingly little else in the way of personal effects in it. He really hadn’t built up much of a presence at the office over the nearly a year he worked there.

“What?” Robin exclaims, as she mutes the TV, “What happened?”

“I threw a stapler at a guy’s head.” Steve answers.

“A stapler?” Billy asks, baffled, “Why?”

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I also said a lot of shit, but the stapler was probably the button on it.” Steve drops his things, steps out of his wingtips, and starts tugging at his tie as he makes his way across the room, “It wasn’t even- Like, I mean, it was business as usual, really. It wasn’t anything new, and I just... lost it.” He’s down to his undershirt and boxershorts by the time he collapses between Robin and Billy on the couch with a massive sigh like a slowly deflating raft.

“Right on man,” Eddie says from his spot on the armchair, leaning over to slap Steve’s knee, “I bet that guy had a stapler to the face coming.”

He really did, Steve must concede.

“Shit, I can’t believe I quit.”

Robin makes a questioning noise, “Did you actually quit, or did they fire you? For the stapler thing?”

“Who gives shit,” Billy says before Steve can tell them he’s not actually sure technically, “It’s done and dusted either way. Which calls for a celebration!”

Billy bounces up off the couch and goes to the kitchen to collect a round of beers for everyone, he’s the only one who’s foregone a shirt so far, which is unsurprising. He pops the caps of with his ring before doling out the bottles.

“To casting off the corporate shackles!” Eddie toasts, Billy and Robin here-hereing it.

Steve takes a big gulp of his beer. “What the hell am I gonna do?” he wonders aloud.

“Celebrate!” Robin says, she’s also in a t-shirt and boxershorts, which she stole from Steve a while back for loungewear, “Like the man said.”

Steve huffs, “I meant like, longer term. The rent and stuff.”

“Don't worry, Stevie my boy,” Eddie says, clapping him on the back, “Once we find you a real person job you'll do just fine. After all, the rest of us plebs cover our fair shares with our piddly little paychecks, right?”

Steve, caught out, hesitates a beat too long (long enough for Billy's bullshit radar to ping), before saying, “Right. Sure. Yeah,” in a way that clearly doesn’t cover for him.

Billy squints at him, “We have all been covering our fair share of the rent, right, Harrington?”

Steve nods but he can’t maintain eye contact when he answers, “Right. Fair shares.”

Robin, catching on immediately, groans, “Oh god, Steve, tell me you haven’t been doing something outstandingly stupid, like paying half the rent, this whole freaking time.” When Steve doesn’t answer right away she screeches, “Steven!”

“Not half! I haven’t, okay?” he rushes to explain, “Just, like,” he holds up his fingers pinched so close together, “A little more, than you guys.”

“How much more,” Billy demands through clenched teeth.

“Well,” Steve tries to think of how best to phrase it, “Imagine we had a fifth roommate, who's rent I have also been paying.”

“So, double,” Billy’s basically growling now, “You've been paying double what the rest of us have. This whole goddamn time!” Steve hadn’t thought of it that way, but the math does check out. He thinks.

“And... also the utilities,” he admits reluctantly.

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie says, shaking his head sadly.

“Fuck!” Billy shouts and storms off, stomping his way upstairs without anyone trying to stop him. When Billy removes himself from a situation, it’s best to let him.

“I can probably still get the job back,” Steve offers, even though the thought makes him nauseous. He’ll eat shit if he needs to, “If I tell them I was on coke or something they might actually respect me more.”

Eddie’s still shaking his head, but more decisively, “No way, man. We’re not letting you go crawling back to those corporate shitbags now, not a chance in hell.”

“No other job I can get for myself is going to pay a quarter as well, though.”

Robin backs Eddie up though, “You were miserable, Steve. None of us wants you to be miserable like that, not for any amount of money.”

Steve still can’t just let it go, though, “But without that money-

“There’s no need to panic, all we need is a plan. You’ve got savings, yeah? That’ll give us a cushion until you get a new job- we need to do a comprehensive household budget,” Robin says, like she’s already running numbers in her head, “We’ve been way too loosey-goosey about it, anyway.” Because they’ve been relying on Steve to smooth over any gaps. Not that they necessarily knew that. They’d just hit him up for beer and pizza sometimes and called it a Shill tax.

“I don’t know how to do a budget,” Steve admits with an apologetic grimace.

Eddie slings an arm over his shoulders and tries to pull him into some kind of wonky headlock while Steve resists him easily, “Don’t you fret, for you are a very lucky boy, with three wonderful roommates, whose collars are all extremely blue. We’ll show you the ropes.”

“You know what the easiest expense to cut is?” Robin says brightly, “Cigarettes.”

“You know what!” Eddie wheels on her, suddenly apparently at his limit on the whole smoking thing.

Steve watches them bicker back and forth for a couple minutes. Even though it’s clear that this has been building for a while, and of course the inescapable heat doesn’t help, Steve can’t help but feel like it’s his fault for dropping a stress bomb on their heads. Or at least it feels very reminiscent of watching his parents fight about the wallpaper when what they really want to fight about is their miserable marriage. What’s the word for that? Displacement?

Eventually he slips out, leaving Robin and Eddie to their squabbles he can’t really contribute to one way or the other and heads upstairs.

Billy's not in his room, but Steve didn’t really expect him to be.

Halfway up the flight of stairs from the second floor to the third there's a window, and outside the window is a strip of roof, about five feet wide by ten feet long, and gently sloped, covering their porch below. Billy likes to sulk out there, especially since the weather turned, though not quite so much since it turned mean.

Sure enough, the window is ajar and Steve can smell smoke.

He sticks his hands out the window, palms out, he comes in peace, “I’m coming out,” he says, “Please don’t hurl me off the roof.”

Billy doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t bite Steve’s head off either, which from him is basically an engraved invitation.

Steve hauls himself up onto the little stretch of roof, crab walking over ‘til he can plant his butt next to Billy. Even though the sun is sinking fast the heat hasn’t broken at all.

He snags the cigarette right out of Billy’s mouth as he settles next to him and takes a long, indulgent drag. He only grimaces a little at the taste, Billy and his fucking Marlboros.

“Ooooh,” Billy deigns to speak to him, snatching his smoke back, “Robin's gonna be mad at you,”

“More or less mad than when I tell her I'm not going to Hawkins this summer?”

Billy's hand freezes with the cigarette just about back to his mouth. His lips, already parted to accept it, now just hanging slack pointlessly. “Seriously?”

Steve shrugs, shooting for nonchalance, missing by a mile probably. “Figure I can do without getting the full rundown on what an embarrassing disappointment I am in person. I’m sure I’ll get the CliffsNotes from our answering machine anyway. Those were always more my speed.”

He figures they'll share a laugh at that, but when he looks over Billy's not laughing. In fact, he's not even smiling, he just takes a rough drag off the cigarette and then hands it back to Steve without prompting. “If your dad leaves any blowhard message on our machine, I’m deleting them.”

Steve’s not sure what to say to that so for a while they just pass the butt back and forth in silence until he screws up his courage to ask, "What about you? You mad at me?” with a wince, “About the rent thing.”

“Well I’m not fucking thrilled about it, Harrington.”

Yeah, that was obvious.

Billy runs an agitated hand through his hair leaving his curls, already frizzy from the humidity, even more messed up. “Thought- it felt like we were making it. Doing it for real, you know? Standing on my own two feet like a man,” he scoffs to himself, “ Stupid.”

Billy’s got a very specific tone he does when he’s quoting his dad, and Steve fucking hates it.

“You are,” Steve insists. Billy quirks an eyebrow at him, and Steve scrambles to clarify, “Making it. Not stupid. You’re making it.”

“Not without a heaping helping of charity apparently. I can’t-”

“It wasn’t charity, dickhead!” Billy’s mouth snaps shut, and thank god for that, because Steve has no more interest in hearing what Neil Hargrove would have to say about his son than Billy does in suffering through phone messages from Richard Harrington. “It just made sense. I took that stupid job from my dad, and the paycheck was the only good goddamn thing about it. And you guys have all this other stuff going on. You and Robin have school, and Eddie’s trying to do his whole music thing. I mean, what the hell else was I supposed to do with all that stupidly easy money I was barely really earning? Other than use it to buy you guys food, and beer, and, yeah, pay the fucking rent!” He’s worked up a good head of steam, but he deflates immediately in the wake of his outburst, “I mean, what the hell else am I bringing to the table here?”

Suddenly self-conscious in the silence that follows, and way too aware that he’s breathing a little heavy, Steve snatches the cigarette from Billy’s hand. Takes a huffy little puff, like someone who doesn’t know how to inhale, then takes a slower, more measured one.

“You sell yourself short, you know,” Billy says, uncharacteristically quiet. Steve looks over at him, but Billy's not looking back, he's gazing out across their neighborhood instead.

“Look,” he goes on, slow and awkward, “I don’t exactly know where I'd be right now, if not for you. But, I know I wouldn’t be here .” He throws his arms out wide to encompass all of New York City, and their whole life here.

It's not like they have a spectacular view or anything, they're not up remotely high enough for that. Their sagging little strip of roof, on their rundown building, isn’t even facing the glittering Manhattan skyline. Down below them a taxi driver is shouting at a truck that’s blocking a cross street. The humidity is oppressive and the heat makes the streets stink like garbage, and it’s not like it’s any cooler in the house.

Their whole life here? It doesn’t actually look like very much from the outside.

Steve gets it though.

He jostles their shoulders together, “You would have gotten out. You would have made it anyway.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Billy plucks the cigarette out of Steve’s grasp, kills the last of it and pitches the butt to the street below. Steve watches the glowing trail of the cherry as it falls.

“You know,” Billy says after a long stretch of mostly comfortable silence, “If you don’t go to Hawkins, you’re gonna have to let Eddie drive the beemer.”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that.” He waves off the thought, “Can’t be helped. I need to start the job search anyway.”

Steve thinks about that process for all of thirty seconds before he groans, “Man, my resume is gonna be so fucking weird.” Steve lists his employment record out on his fingers, “Scoops Ahoy, burned down. Family Video... I don’t think I gave notice at Family Video, I think I just left and didn’t come back. Kensington Group Limited, assaulted a co-worker with stationary.”

“Well, if all else fails, you know Eddie would love to fake some references for you,” Billy says, “Bet he’ll do voices and everything.”

“Just what I need. A reference from Gondelf.”

Billy snorts a laughs, “It’s Gandalf, you know it’s Gandalf.” He’s right, Steve knows that, because Eddie never shuts up about that book.

“Mmm, pretty sure it’s Gondelf. I mean, he’s an elf, right?” Billy just rolls his eyes but he’s smiling, and listing a little towards Steve.

“Billy,” Steve speaks softly, earnestly. Billy hums back a question, “Would you... get me a job at the diner?”

Billy explodes with laughter, “Fuck no!”

“C’mon,” he wheedles, through his own laughter, “We can commute together! Sal loves you. Be a pal, put in a good word for me!”

Billy punches him in the shoulder, “Sure, I’ll tell him you’re a chronic masturbator and that I’ve never seen you wash your hands.”

“Thanks, buddy. I really appreciate that.”

Billy grabs the shoulder of Steve’s shirt and rattles him around a bit like a dog with a squeaky toy, “I’m going to shove you off this roof,” he threatens through laughter.

They lapse into giggly silence and then just silent silence. Billy keeps his grip on Steve’s shirt like he’s worried he might actually go toppling over the edge after all if Billy doesn’t keep a tight hold.

Or maybe he’s just forgotten that his hand is there.

“Hey,” Steve says after a while, just to get Billy to look him in the eye, “We’re gonna be fine,” he reassures him once he has.

Billy’s undivided attention is always intense, eyes like blue lasers locked on to a target. It used to freak Steve out in high school, but he’s gotten used to it. It’s just how Billy is. Sharp like that.

Sharp enough that he reads Steve like a goddamn book and knows that as much as Steve really was trying to reassure him, he was also, maybe just a bit, fishing for reassurance too.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Billy parrots.

They stare at each other, probably for too long, sitting in a little loop of comforting and being comforted. And Steve, he believes it. They’re gonna be fine.

They have each other.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #robin buckley #eddie munson #harringrove #(pre harringrove really but ya know)#more cross-posting #dishy writes #four's company #fic

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To have and to Hold

Rhea Ripley x OC

Celeste finally has time to take Rhea to meet her family...but why does she have to look so good doing everything.

Rhea Ripley was like a Swiss Army knife of personalities, able to effortlessly switch gears between dominating in the ring and melting hearts outside of it. In the squared circle, she was the undisputed queen, a powerhouse who commanded the respect and adoration of fans worldwide. But when it came to being Celeste's partner, Rhea was like a ray of sunshine, radiating warmth and affection in every gesture

Celeste couldn't help but marvel at how Rhea seemed to anticipate her every need, showering her with love and attention in the most thoughtful ways. Whether it was surprising her with flowers on a random Tuesday or giving her a soothing massage after a particularly grueling day, Rhea had a knack for making Celeste feel cherished and valued. And even when Celeste indulged in her guilty pleasure of reality TV trash, Rhea would happily join in, her laughter filling the room with joy.

So when Celeste decided to invite Rhea to her grandmother's 80th birthday celebration in their small hometown in Kansas, she knew it was time to introduce Rhea to her extended family. With Rhea recovering from a recent injury, Celeste saw it as the perfect opportunity to immerse her in the chaos of her family gatherings.

While Rhea had met Celeste's parents before and won them over with no problem, Celeste wondered how she would handle her very kind but very loud extended family. To Celeste's surprise, Rhea fit right in, charming every aunt, uncle, and cousin with her easygoing demeanor and infectious laughter. Celeste watched with a mixture of joy and arousal as Rhea effortlessly navigated conversations and shared stories with her family members, her genuine interest and warmth shining through.

But it was when Rhea started playing with Celeste's nieces that Celeste thought her heart might explode. Watching Rhea interact with the children, effortlessly blending fun and safety as she demonstrated wrestling moves with a gentle touch, Celeste couldn't help but feel a surge of love and desire for her partner. Even as Celeste intervened to remind Rhea to be mindful of her injury, she couldn't shake the feeling of admiration and attraction that was about to boil over within her.

As the day progressed, Celeste found herself growing increasingly aroused by Rhea's presence, her heart swelling with confidence at having such an incredible partner by her side. Maybe it was the few drinks she had indulged in, or maybe it was the sight of Rhea’a ass in those tight jeans, but Celeste knew she had to find a way to steal a moment alone with her.

With a mischievous grin, Celeste excused herself from the festivities and sent Rhea a playful text saying she needed a tampon to lure her upstairs. To her delight, Rhea appeared at her door in record time, concern etched on her features as she inquired about Celeste's well-being.

“You got your period? Im sorry sweetheart the worst timing ever.” Rhea said closing the door.

“Well, at least I'm not pregnant.” Celeste joked wrapping her arms around Rhea’s neck.

“Oh thank god I was getting worried we might have a magic strap.” Rhea laughed leaning in for a kiss.

Rhea's kiss was tender and gentle, reflecting her innocent intentions of finally having a moment alone with her girlfriend. But when Celeste returned the kiss, it was anything but innocent, catching Rhea off guard and causing her to raise an intrigued eyebrow.

“What's got you all riled up,” Rhea questioned.

“I am not sure to be honest.” Celeste laughed. “Something about you seeing you interact so effortlessly with my family really got me going….”

Rhea blushed.

“Well that's very sweet my love but there is a very large party downstairs that I have a feeling will notice how we are missing.”

“I agree…but I think it will take them about fifteen minutes.” Celeste said leaning in to kiss Rhea’s neck.

“Someone is confident,” Rhea smirked.

“Oh, c'mon I have made you cum in less.” Celeste teased pushing Rhea to her bed.

As Rhea sat down on Celeste's twin bed while she straddled Rhea, Celeste had to laugh.

“You know when I was a teenager I used to dream of sneaking my crush into my room. And now I have the love of my life squirming in anticipation under me.” Celeste said moving to unbutton Rhea’s shirt.

Rhea let out a moan as Celeste cupped her breast. She rolled her nipple between her thumb and ring finger as she felt them getting stiff.

Celeste pushed her back on the bed moving her lips right above Rhea’s right nipple glancing her eyes up at her as Celeste slowly moved her tongue around. Rhea let out a whine as Celeste began to suck on it. Rhea loved it when Celeste bit down a little bit, her hand shooting out to Celeste's hair. Her moans got louder as Celeste began kissing down her abdomen undoing the zipper on her jeans. Celeste got on her knees hooking her arms under Rhea’s muscular thighs. Celeste admired her thighs for a moment licking and sucking dangerously close to her heat.

“Fuck stop being such a tease they are going to start getting suspicious,” Rhea whined.

“They will only be suspicious if you don't keep your fucking moans down,” Celeste said kissing Rhea’s slit making her gasp.

Celeste loved seeing Rhea like this. To the world, she was the strongest, the most dominant woman on the planet. So Celeste loved it when she was moaning and restless underneath her begging for more. Celeste moved her tongue slowly in a figure-eight motion over her clit savoring the way Rhea tasted. Rhea reached out for a pillow covering her face as her moans got louder. When Celeste added two fingers she could tell Rhea was already close. As she curled her fingers up Celeste applied more pressure with her tongue on her clit.

“Fuck baby I love when you do that.” She said in a raspy voice making Celeste's eyes roll back.

Celeste increased the speed of her fingers as sinful sounds started echoing through the room Rhea’s breath getting faster.

“I'm going to.. Oh fuck” She groaned as her back arched off the bed.

Celeste smiled not letting up her speed as she came around her fingers.

Celeste wanted to keep going but eventually slowed down making sure Rhea felt every moment of her orgasm before pulling her fingers out and laying down next to Rhea on the bed.

“Shit if all I had to do to get that kind of head were be nice to your family I would have begged for you to take me home sooner,” Rhea smirked pushing Celeste's hair behind her ear and giving her a tender kiss.

hen Celeste pulled back, she beamed at Rhea with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Well, you better get used to it, Miss Ripley. Imagine the head after the wedding," Celeste smirked, teasingly.

Rhea's eyes widened in faux shock. "Well, shit, let me go find a ring," she exclaimed, leaping up from her seat and making Celeste burst into laughter.

Celeste smoothed down her hair as she watched Rhea rummage through her old jewelry box. Rhea turned back to Celeste, dropping to one knee with a playful grin.

"Will you do me the honor?" Rhea asked, presenting Celeste with her mood ring from seventh grade.

Celeste erupted into laughter, showing Rhea her hand as she accepted the ring. "It's what I've always dreamed of, how did you know?" she dramatically gasped.

Amid their laughter, Celeste and Rhea exchanged the ring, enjoying the playful moment together. As they fixed each other up to ensure their actions weren't too obvious, Rhea paused Celeste before they headed back downstairs.

"I really cannot wait to be your wife," Rhea said softly.

"To have and to hold..." Celeste smiled, leaning in to kiss her.

"...and give the best head," Celeste added with a mischievous grin, playfully smacking Rhea on the ass before darting back downstairs, with Rhea hot on her trail.

Rhea couldn't help but think she could get used to this little life with Celeste.

#rhea ripley x reader #mami rhea #wlw #rhea ripley #wwe

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NGO Diary Entry: Pieta

Original post by Nyalra

-💊-

The internet reeks of chaos. It's packed with people, and panic lurks everywhere. Every little thing sends everyone into a frenzy, with the crowd eagerly adding fuel to the flames. Adults desperately critique others for their failures, all while ignoring their own mistakes.

Yet, we love the internet. Amid its disorder, it offers a slight reprieve from the real world, where we're expected to conform to the rigidity of "society." In an effort to rescue the souls lost in this vast, electronic wilderness, I chose to become an Internet Angel. By doing this, I could be seen, maybe for the first time. People crave attention... much like me, someone ignored in the real world. I provide fleeting comfort to those who recognize me. Angels guide the lost, after all.

Tonight, I’ll descend into the depths of cyberspace as an Internet Angel. I’ll tie up my black hair and don a golden wig. My favorite style is pink and light blue twin tails. As I move during my broadcast, those two colors spiral beautifully. My makeup is flawless—just exaggerated enough to give off an air of unreality. It makes me feel like I’m something beyond the mundane. All that's left is to slip into a sailor uniform that shimmers like the aurora and flash a smile I would never wear in real life.

A beam of light cutting through this chaotic Reiwa era internet, promising smiles to the otaku drifting in the sea of pixels, and a peaceful future. I may struggle with my emotions, but leave it to me, the Internet Angel has arrived!

"Hey Gelban! I'm KAngel, your neighbor who loves you!" When I greeted Gelban, the comments exploded with excitement. They’re pure, passionate fans, the kind who inspire me to be a faithful angel. Even though, let’s be real, there’s no god here on the internet.

"Today, I’ve got something special! My song is now available on an analog record! Can you believe it? A record! In this day and age!" [I’ve reserved mine!] [That’s amazing!] [I want one!]... The comments section is flooded with excitement. I love these honest reactions. They feel so genuine, like people can’t help but share their thoughts without a second thought. It’s as if their emotions are directly pouring out from their minds, unfiltered. Either way, it’s dazzling. I try my best to keep up with the flood of comments.

“It’s my first time using a record player, but I bought one just for this! Now I can play KAngel’s song all night long!" [I might buy a player too!] [What’s a record?] [Are you doing a solo show?]... Tonight, the comments flow like a waterfall. As long as I’m carried by this current, I imagine myself as a source of comfort for my viewers. Even in the face of hardships, there’s a joy in being a part of their lives. There are challenges, sure, but the connection I feel with so many people makes it all worth it. The night falls again with tens of thousands of otaku, all in their own little worlds, watching me...

-💊-

After the stream, I shut down my computer, took off my wig, and slipped into my regular clothes. The reflection in my desk mirror shows my usual self—not an angel at all. Just a lump of flesh, full of desire, unseen by any of the tens of thousands of otaku who tune in.

I’ve been criticized before for being "just like all streamers—fake." People without imagination always say that. If they think it’s so easy to be in front of a screen and make a living, they should try it themselves. It’s hard to reach the top in this world. Most people don’t understand how difficult it is to play the fool on purpose—to show a bright and cheerful face while hiding your pain behind the screen, all to avoid letting viewers see your suffering. Instead, they criticize anonymously, blind to the effort involved.

I don’t care about their slander—I’ve heard it a million times. But the term "fictitious business" really gets to me. It implies a business that’s fleeting, one that doesn’t leave a lasting impact. And yeah, with streaming, what’s left after a broadcast? A video. Sure, there are merchandise and things, but it’s not a solid, tangible business.

So, is KAngel just "fiction"? A collective hallucination of the lost souls of the internet? Of course, the persona is based on me—my body, my mind. But there’s a layer of fiction over it. I’m sorry it’s a lie, but no one sees the real me. I have no choice but to live this way.

-💊-

Finding material for my daily streams is a struggle. The most important thing for any broadcast is having topics, so I spend the day brainstorming, running around until it’s time to stream. When I have nothing planned, I wander the city. It’s fine to stay cooped up in my room and online, but sometimes it feels like the heat from my computer seeps into my body, dragging me into a depressive slump. When that happens, I just go outside.

Today, I went to Shibuya. I remembered that my project’s advertisement was displayed in front of the station. I pushed through the crowd to see it. On one of the walls by Shibuya Station was a large poster of KAngel, smiling brightly and holding a bottle of cola-flavored natto.

Some young girls spotted the poster, squealing, "So cute!" Some of them even took selfies next to the display with the plastic bottle of cola natto I was promoting. Everyone loves the Internet Angel. They couldn’t see the real me, standing right next to them.

I took a sip of the cola—it was awful. I only drank it because it was part of the job. If it weren’t for work, I wouldn’t have touched it. But the poster KAngel smiles, holding the cola, and those girls who don’t know any better are happily buying it. I’ve never seen such a look on their faces.

After the girls finished taking selfies, they left. How would they react if they knew KAngel was right next to them? Sometimes, I wonder if angels might be watching over people like this, unnoticed.

A little while later, we reached the Scramble Crossing. This place’s infamous for the controversial behavior of streamers trying to stand out here. There’s a superstition now that bad things happen if you film in this spot. Well, that doesn’t bother me since I rarely stream outside.

The internet can be so cold-hearted. People consume content voraciously, but once a creator slips, they turn on them like predators. Even if KAngel posted a plan to sleep in the middle of the intersection, it’d be met with a storm of criticism: "Don’t you think about the inconvenience to others?!" Of course, it’s the people causing the trouble who are at fault. It would be nice if they considered how hard it is to walk this tightrope every day.

The internet is tough. One moment, they’ll shout, "This is amazing!" or "A new star!" and prop you up on their shoulders. But the next, they’ll tear you down the moment the wind changes direction. Can people who consume content in this way really have any faith in anything? Maybe one day, I’ll be discarded like an old toy when they get bored. That would be sad for an Internet Angel.

-💊-

"Hey Gelban! It’s KAngel, Scramble Angel! I secretly went to Shibuya today! Did you see the poster in front of Shibuya Station for that natto-flavored cola? So cute, right?" [Cute!] [I saw it!] [Took a selfie with it!]... Fans respond with excitement, and the stream feels like a pure moment. It’s almost sacred. A little religious, even.

“Shibuya was so crowded that KAngel got tired… Angels can’t stay in the lower world for long. I’m more exhausted than usual, so please heal me~?” [Good work!] [Take care!] [I’m always here for you!]... Super chats pop up—comments with money attached. People give tips, hoping their comment gets noticed. It’s a world built on self-satisfaction, but if it makes people happy, then I guess it’s worth it. I provide them with content they enjoy, and I should be proud of that.

By using the Super Chat money to buy things I love, I weave a part of their world into mine. That sense of unity is strangely comforting. At first, I felt guilty about it, but now, I almost feel honored. I provide comfort and joy to others, and that’s something good.

Tonight, once again, I’ll be the cutest angel on camera.

After the broadcast, I return to be myself. I try to fall asleep quickly after searching for my name online and reading reviews. But tonight, like every other night, the stress of being an angel makes it impossible to sleep. The opinions of the internet invade my mind, keeping me awake. As my follower count grows, so does the weight on my chest. The more I take, the more pills I need to feel normal.

Eventually, I can’t sleep. As usual, my mind races. I recall the moment when even the girls taking selfies by my advertisement didn’t recognize me. I need the medicine. I swallow more pills than usual, hoping they’ll quiet my mind. The chemicals course through my bloodstream, dulling my thoughts. I feel the cold sensation at the back of my head, and while I don’t mind it, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.

I still have time before I become completely sleepy. I got up to go to the bathroom, and after staggering to relieve myself, I jumped up when I saw my face reflected in the bathroom's mirror.

For a moment, my face looked like KAngel's.

Even though I had already taken off my makeup and wig, I saw myself in the mirror, shaking my pink and light blue twin tails and smiling at myself. Unable to bear the fear, I looked down, and saw the hair that had accumulated in the drain shining gold, and I gasped again. Slowly... I took a deep breath and looked back, and there was a gloomy girl all frightened on the other side of the mirror, and the hair in the drain was also black. Thank goodness, I am now "Ame-chan".

I went back to bed and thought about what was happening. My ego and KAngel's ego are merging. My two brains are melting from the days of going back and forth between a lump of flesh and an angel. I feel like both are me, but neither of them are me.

In other words, I don't need a personality like "Ame". KAngel is the one who entertains and guides otakus on the surface, and I'm just a part that supports her activities. Because, none of the viewers are looking at me. The counters are counting up into the thousands, but not a single one of them knows who "Ame" is. Unlike KAngel, I'm not needed. No one would be sad if I died right now. The only ones who would be sad are the fans who are lamenting the fact that I've somehow disappeared from KAngel's online world. And even then, they'll probably be chasing another streamer in a few months.

It feels like I'm suffocating, but I keep thinking, "I don’t need you," over and over. It gnaws at me. I don’t want to think like this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this.

Finally, I reach for the sleeping pills, swallow one more, and feel my head go hazy. This must be some kind of nightmare. I've always had this strange ability to sense when I’m about to slip into one.

Tonight, I’ll endure the pain in my dreams once more. Please, someone, help me.

-💊-

A vast, pure white space. It’s just me, as always. I suddenly realize I'm sitting in a chair, and across from me is KAngel, smiling brightly as usual. Her twin tails, a soft mix of pink and light blue, sparkled and swayed with every movement. Even I couldn’t deny it—the colors were stunning.

"Hello, Gel Ban!" she greeted me cheerfully.

"You don’t have to greet me like that," I said. "There are no viewers here. It’s just me watching you."

"I see. Sorry about that, Ame-chan."

But even so, her smile never wavered, always radiating from her face.

"There’s no need to apologize. I know you’re trying your best..." I muttered.

"That’s mutual, right?" she asked.

"I’m not so sure," I replied. "I’m just an ordinary woman with a rotten character... Unlike you, no one would even notice me walking around Shibuya."

"Ame-chan is KAngel too."

"I’m not KAngel," I said quickly. "Even if I am, it’s just a small part of who I am."

"No, you two are the same."

"Unlike me, KAngel isn't tainted. The whole world, the entire internet, loves you."

"Isn’t that the same for you, Ame-chan? You are me."

I hesitated. "No. There’s a clear difference between me and KAngel."

"Is it because KAngel is a beautiful being loved by so many people?"

"Yes."

"I love you, Ame-chan."

I looked at her, my heart heavy. "I told you, I’m impure."

"Even if you're impure, even if you're a sinner, it's the role of a guardian angel to guide you."

"You don’t have to protect me," I said softly.

"No. I’ll protect you. When you’re hurt, I’m hurt too."

"It’s fine if I’m the only one hurt. It doesn’t have to affect your image."

"That’s impossible. You and I are one. We’re inseparable, lifelong partners."

"Then..." I started, but my voice faltered. "I’ll give you my ego. I panicked today because I couldn’t figure out if it’s me or KAngel who’s the main personality. Maybe I should just let you have my whole mind."

"No. If you do that, we’ll both disappear. I’ll vanish too."

Before I could react, she took my hand gently.

["KAngel, what should I do?"]

["Ame-chan, what should I do?"]

["I think it’s the other way around, Ame-chan, what should I do?"]

["I don’t know,"]

["Ame-chan, do you like me?"]

["I get annoyed sometimes, but I still like you."]

["More than anything else?"]

["No, I guess... there are times when I prioritize you over KAngel."]

["Do you like being around KAngel?"]

["Not really. To me, KAngel is so perfect it feels a bit creepy."]

["Do you like looking at KAngel?"]

["I do. She’s beautiful. I think she's cute, even if I’m just being conceited because we have the same face."]

["Do you think KAngel is stupid?"]

["I don’t think so. She’s just playing the fool for the viewers. The real fool is me, because I can’t tune into that."]

["Do you think KAngel is attractive?"]

"Yes. Thousands of fans adore you. Every ribbon you wear is charming—everything about you is perfect."

"Are you serious?"

"I am. I’m KAngel, and KAngel is me, so I wouldn’t lie."

"Do you like me?"

"I love you,"

"Do you really love me? Do you love me that much?"

"Yes, I love you so much, I really do."

She released my hand and, with a smile, rolled up her long sleeve to show me her arms. They weren’t the flawless, angelic white I expected—her arms were scarred, rough, and lined with deep red markings.

"I told you, Ame-chan and I are the same. I’ve been hurt too. I’m tainted, just like you."

Even then, KAngel kept smiling.

"I’ll save the internet, but only you, Ame-chan, can save me."

I gave her my best smile of the day, and she ascended into the sky like an angel, disappearing from my sight.

-💊-

That night, I became an Internet Angel again.

I donned a blonde wig, an iridescent uniform, and flicked my pink and light blue twin tails.

"Gelbanha! I’m KAngel, the Internet Angel!" I called out.

The otakus greeted me back with the same enthusiasm, and I smiled brightly into the camera. Among the comments, one Super Chat stood out, marked by a red frame: "I had a dream about KAngel yesterday!" It was the biggest frame, and I could tell that person was thrilled. Comments like that made me want to acknowledge them.

"With me in your dream? Ah! Angels sometimes visit in dreams, and they speak to us in strange ways. Their words are hard to understand, but they are carrying out God’s will. So, remember what KAngel said to you in your dream. That’s the message from God!"

The chat flooded with comments: [I’d love to meet KAngel in my dream too] [Does God exist?] [Angels know a lot!]...

"Now that I think about it, I’ve been chatting a lot lately. Maybe I should explain more about angels today! As an angel, I study about God. Do you all know who the wrestler who has withstood the most attacks is?"

A flurry of wrestler names flew by in the comments, but I ignored them, quickly moving on.

"It’s Jesus Christ. He’s been attacked by the emotions of so many people, but he’s the strongest pro wrestler. He returned everything with love... or so I read in a manga!"

The internet was alive with chatter as always. KAngel, the Internet Angel, received all the affection and hatred, her wings flapping once more in the window of cyberspace.

-💊-

Maybe because of the religious talk on my stream last night, I felt the urge to visit a church. I’d heard of a large one not too far away, so I decided to check it out.

The stained-glass windows were magnificent, especially how the light streaming through formed a cross on the floor. I walked through the light and spotted a real, massive cross. The most significant symbol in Christianity—the cross on which Jesus was crucified.

Suddenly, I had a vision: KAngel, crucified, her pale skin shimmering with red scars, her usual smile gone, her eyes closed in peaceful repose.

I carefully took KAngel down from the cross, holding her in my arms. I whispered, "I love you. Really, I love you so much."

Her blue eyes opened just for a moment. When she saw my face, she seemed relieved before closing her eyes again and drifting into peaceful sleep.

#NGO Diary Entries #needy girl overdose #ame chan #kangel #ame #needy streamer overload #ngo #nso #BABE WAKE UP!! NEW DIARY ENTRY AND THIS IS LONG AS FUCK!!!

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the-pen-pot · 9 months ago

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A bit late, but congrats on finishing Hiraeth!!!

It’s been such a joy to read (or catch up on reading when I get busy for a bit haha). Absolutely love how you write, you really get a full feeling of the scenes, like a nice, hearty stew of a fic!

In celebration, perhaps a few questions (no pressure to answer any of them of course!)

I know when I’m starting to write a new story there’s usually a particular scene that’s the first to come to mind and helps me build the rest of the story. Was there a first scene that you thought of for Hiraeth?

What was your favorite scene/chapter to write?

Most challenging?

Any fun facts you learned when doing any research for Hiraeth?

Ahhh, thank you so much! It feels like a massive triumph. I'm really glad I could give you all something entertaining to read!

As for your questions, I was really lucky to have been prompted by, I think @thuesing with the word "anachronistic" and the jkey concept of HIraeth (Merlin going back in time and sideways in universes) exploded into my head. From there it simply grew and grew.

My favourite scene chapter was probably anything that introduced something from the modern world into Camelot. For example the shower (now forever renamed a rain-box by Arthur) and hte sofas in the rug room. I'd have loved to do more of that, but I'm hoping to explore it in the one shots I have planned!

Most challenging: probably chapter 91 to 94 inclusive. It's really hard to write while sobbing. But particularly chapter 94. In a no spoilers way that felt really important to me and I wanted to get it right. There is a thread of the bittersweet to Hiraeth, and that chapter was the closest to resolution I could give that.

As for fun facts, not many, but you need to know I get weirdly obsessed about available food in the time period. My brain is fine with dragons and magic, but god forbid there is an anachronistic vegetables. As such I spent a lot of time debating carrots and their arrival in Britain. (The answer was, eventually, the romans seemed to have brought them here so they were probably around.)

Thank you so much for the questions, lovely, and the congrats!

#Hiraeth #Merlin

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 month ago

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Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Jason my shayla 😭❤️-Danny Words: 3,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'i don't want to watch the world end with someone else' –by Clinton Kane

LI: The Rumors Are True, I Murder People

"Define not safe," Piper says once they reach the dormitories.

"Monsters have infiltrated the faculty. I'm keeping an eye on the humanities teacher. Pretty sure she's an empousa. I already had to slay my AP Calculus teacher, because he was a blemmyae."

"Percy has great stories to match," Ara says. "Want me to take care of them?"

Jason smiles, but Ara can tell something is amiss. Before, he used to have this little spark that hinted at a rebellious, cynical sense of humour in him that Ara couldn't help but coax out of him; now it was all gone. "It's alright, I think they're here to keep an eye on me, not to kill me. Come on in."

"Your sister says hello, by the way," Lester mentions as he spots her picture on the wall.

The boy perks up a bit. "You saw her?"

Lester explains the whole journey they've been on while Ara examines the monopoly board on Jason's desk. Meg joins her, and Ara points at it, speaking lowly. "This is what makes Jason one of the best demigods of our generation."

Meg raises a brow. "That he plays Monopoly?"

Ara laughs. "No. This is a map of a bigger hill on Camp Jupiter. Roman demigods have this spot where they worship the gods, but last summer, Jason discovered that not all the gods had a temple, and he vowed to build one for each so none would feel left out, to bring fairness and peace."

Meg scowls. "Sounds like a lot of work."

"It is," Ara rubs the back of her neck, sighing. "I help him sometimes—or used to, before I got caught up in this quest. We need more people like Jason, willing to put in the work and leave the world a better place than we found it."

All the outlets in the room explode, and Ara pulls Meg to her side, looking at Jason in alarm. Lester explains apologetically. "Told him Leo's alive."

"I can't even..." Jason finally sits on his bed defeatedly. "I don't know whether to laugh or yell."

"Don't limit yourself, do both," Piper mutters from her spot on the floor.

Ara frowns. "You know, Leo had a tough time too, he spent all those months travelling, and the last few he got stuck—"

"We never said he didn't," Piper argues. "Just that it made our searches a bit pointless."

"Sometimes it's like that," Ara admits. "The important part is that you tried."

"It's always about trying with you..." Piper grumbles.

"Excuse me?"

"This thing is cool," Meg interrupts, using her inability to hold focus for good. She's pointing at Jason's Monopoly board. "Ara just explained it to me."

"Kymopoleia? My goodness, I haven't thought about her in centuries! Why did the Romans build her a shrine?" Lester asks in surprise.

"They haven't yet, but I made her a promise. She... helped us out on our voyage to Athens."

"You're looking at Mr Pontifex Grace, the spokesman of godlings on earth—and my pride and joy," Ara playfully squeezes his face, and Jason gives her a minor electric shock, making her jump back. "Ouch!"

"I told Kymopoleia I'd make sure none of the gods and goddesses were forgotten either at Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-Blood," he says, pushing the glasses on his face.

Ara adds happily. "And he's done great, can't wait to begin construction."

"He's done a ton of work on his designs. You should see his sketchbook," Piper says meekly.

Jason glances at the girl with a light frown, apparently Piper's quite good at pushing more than one person's buttons lately. "Well, the designs won't win any awards. I'll need Annabeth to help with the actual blueprints."

"Honouring the gods is a noble endeavour, you should be proud," Lester comments.

Jason glances at Ara as if there is something troubling him, but Meg speaks again. "How come Potina gets a house but Quirinus gets a hotel?"

"There's not really any logic to it, I just used the tokens to mark positions."

"Demeter is cool. You should put the cool gods next to her."

"Meg," Lester scolds her, "we can't arrange the gods by coolness. That would lead to too many fights."

"Besides, he can't show favouritism of any kind, as Pontifex, he's only doing his part in making sure everyone gets heard," Ara mentions, placing an elbow on Jason's shoulder, that he shrugs off playfully.

"Anyway," Piper continues. "The reason we came: the Burning Maze."

"You knew we were coming to get you," Ara turns to the boy.

Jason clasps his hands together on his lap and looks down. "I didn't tell you everything." Piper stares at him, her annoyance palpable. "I—I reached the Sibyl, I can't even explain how. I just stumbled into this big room with a pool of fire. The Sibyl was... standing across from me, on this stone platform, her arms chained with some fiery shackles."

"Herophile," Lester provides. "Her name is Herophile."

"I wanted to free her, obviously. But she told me it wasn't possible. It had to be..." he nods at Lester. "She told me it was a trap. The whole maze. For Apollo and Ara. She told me you'd eventually come find me. You and her—Meg. Herophile said there was nothing I could do except give you help if you asked for it. She said to tell you, Apollo—you have to rescue her." He looks at Ara again, and she gets a clear message this time. Help.

"What else did Herophile say?" Piper presses.

"Pipes," Jason winces, and he tries again. "Piper, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's just–"

"What else did she say?"

"The Sibyl told me where I could find the emperor. Well, more or less. She said Apollo would need the information. He would need... a pair of shoes. I know that doesn't make much sense."

"I'm afraid it does."

"Can we kill the emperor while we're stealing his shoes? Did the Sibyl say anything about that?" Meg asks.

"She just said that Piper and I... we couldn't do anything more by ourselves. It had to be Apollo— and Ara had to be there. If we tried... it would be too dangerous."

Piper laughs dryly. "Jason, we've been through literally everything together. I can't even count how many dangers we've faced, how many times we've almost died. Now you're telling me you lied to me to, what, protect me? To keep me from going after Caligula?"

"I knew you would have done it. No matter what the Sibyl said."

"Then that would've been my choice, not yours."

"And I would've insisted on going with you, no matter the risk. But the way things have been between us... Working as a team has been hard. I thought—I decided to wait until Apollo found me. I messed up, not telling you. I'm sorry."

Although she feels terrible for it, Ara can't help but be thankful for Leo. He took every stone thrown at their relationship like a champ. He fought and stood by her, even when Ara couldn't give him a reason to. But then again, they were meant to fall in love...

"This isn't about you and me, Jason," Piper's irritation increases. "Satyrs and dryads are dying. Caligula's planning to turn himself into a new sun god. Tonight's the new moon, and Camp Jupiter is facing some kind of huge threat. Meanwhile, Medea is in that maze, throwing around Titan fire—"

"Medea?" Jason makes the lightbulb burst, and Ara pulls back Meg, cursing lowly. "Back up. What's Medea got to do with this? What do you mean about the new moon and Camp Jupiter?" Piper explains everything, and Jason looks even more depressed afterwards. "I had no idea."

"You couldn't have known," Ara says, sitting beside him. "Even dreams are blocked right now, only until Apollo showed up, we've had ways to weave through, but we don't know half of it. Besides," Ara gives Piper a look. "If the oracle said you couldn't have worked alone, then you couldn't. Prophecies are not to be taken lightly, especially in these times."

Meg speaks. "So, you going to help us or what?"

"Of—of course," Jason says. "We'll need a car. And I'll need an excuse to leave campus."

Ara is about to say she'll get everything done, but Jason's hand tightens around her wrist, shooting a rush of anxiety, so she keeps quiet. Piper stands without noticing the exchange, probably used to being Jason's main support. "Fine. I'll go talk to the office. Meg, come with me, just in case we run into that empousa. We'll meet you at the front gate. And, Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"If you're holding anything else back..."

"Right. I—I get it."

Piper glances at Ara, and that's the second time she gets the message loud and clear: Get it out of him, or else. She watches the girl leave. Meg hesitates before following. "Go on," Lester encourages her. "We'll help Jason get ready."

Ara turns to her friend with a serious expression. "You're not coming back to this school if I can help it."

The boy shakes his head. "Ara..."

"I know," she moves her hand to hold his. "But it's not helping."

He doesn't respond. Lester closes the door and turns to them with a severe look in his eyes. "All right. What did the Sibyl really tell you?"

Jason gets up and takes his jacket off, hanging it in his wardrobe. He also takes off his tie, every movement mechanical. He takes his sword and hangs it on his belt. "What makes you think I'm holding back?"

"Please," Lester rolls his eyes. "Don't try to be evasively prophetic with the god of evasive prophecies."

"You asked for help, Jason," Ara says with concern. "Maybe you didn't mean it, but... I sense things."

"You've always sensed things."

"She means she's immortal," Lester explains plainly. "Demigods call on her, and she helps them. If she says you were sending off signals, it must be bad."

Jason stares at her aghast. "You're what?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you all about it once we're out of here," Ara says and crosses her arms. "Now tell me, how can I help you?"

Jason decides to drop it for the sake of efficiency and starts explaining. "First of all, it wasn't exactly a prophecy. It was more like a series of quiz-show questions."

"Yes. Herophile delivers information that way."

"And you know how prophecies are. Even when the Oracle is friendly, they can be hard to interpret."

"Jason..."

"Fine." He looks up from rolling up his sleeves, defensive. "The Sibyl said... She told me if Piper and I went after the emperor, one of us would die."

"Die," Lester echoes after a heavy pause.

"Yeah."

"Not disappear, not wouldn't come back, not suffer defeat."

"Nope. Die. Or more accurately, three letters, starts with D."

"Not dad, then... Or dog."

"If you seek out the emperor, one of you will dog? No, Apollo, the word was die."

"Still, that could mean many things. It could mean a trip to the Underworld. It could mean a death such as Leo suffered, where you pop right back to life. It could mean—"

"Now you're being evasive," Jason raises a brow. "The Sibyl meant death. Final. Real. No replays. You had to be there. The way she said it. Unless you happen to have an extra vial of the physician's cure in your pockets..."

Once again, Ara realizes just how incredibly lucky Leo and she are now, living in borrowed time—stolen time that maybe, just maybe, they might've taken from their own friends.

"Still..." Lester says helplessly.

"You're weirdly calm," Jason tells Ara. "Being an immortal has taken the weight off the word?"

She eyes him, expression unreadable. "You know why I'm calm. I was in your shoes last summer, when Leo and I..." Ara shakes her head. "Gods, Jason." She hugs him. She's always had this need to coddle her loved ones, but nowadays, that nurturing has extended to the entirety of the demigod race, and if there is one demigod in desperate need of a comforting presence aside from Leo, that is Jason Grace.

Ara feels him rein in his emotions, squeezing her as if she's the one who needs consoling. "Well, that's exactly why I'm telling you, Birdy." He leans back to look at her. "There are times when we are willing to sacrifice everything. I'm ready for it."

"Let's assume you're correct," Lester intervenes. "You didn't tell Piper the truth because...?"

"You know what happened to her dad." Jason breaks the hug with Ara, but she keeps one hand on his arm, absorbing the heaviness without him noticing. "Last year, when we saved him from the fire giant on Mount Diablo... Mr McLean's mind wasn't in good shape. Now, with all the stress of the bankruptcy and everything else, can you imagine what would happen if he lost his daughter too?"

"Yes, but you can't know how the prophecy will unfold."

"I can't let it unfold with Piper dying. She and her dad are scheduled to leave town at the end of the week. She's actually... I don't know if excited is the right word, but she's relieved to get out of LA. Ever since I've known her, the thing she's wanted most is more time with her dad. Now they have a chance to start over. She can help her dad find some peace. Maybe find some peace herself."

"You wanted to get her safely out of town—Then you planned to find the emperor yourself."

Jason shrugs in admission, and Ara mumbles again. "Gods, Jace..."

"Well, with you two and Meg. I knew you'd be coming to find me. Herophile said so. If you'd just waited another week—"

"Then what? You would've let us lead you cheerily off to your death? How would that have affected Piper's peace of mind, once she found out?"

Jason looks at her pleadingly, and she lowers her hand to his, squeezing it tightly. "You don't get it, Lester," she says.

Piper is right, the kind of friendship she has with Jason might not be like the one she has with Lily, but it's tightly knitted nonetheless. They were compelled into leadership, convinced that it was their place, and then left to deal with all its downsides alone, always different enough to not fit in with any group. They had lost people while being too young, gotten things just to lose them; they had been changed and worn out until becoming just a memory of themselves. All for what? They were going to die sooner than either of them would've wanted.

Lester tries again, sensing the vulnerability of the teens. "You don't want Piper to die. I understand that. She wouldn't want you to die. But avoiding prophecies never works. And keeping secrets from friends, especially deadly secrets... that really never works. It'll be our job to face Caligula together, steal that homicidal maniac's shoes and get away without any five-letter words that start with D."

"Drama?" Jason offers, unable to help himself.

"You were always a nerd," Ara replies, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. "Besides, there is a silver lining there."

Jason raises a brow. "Yeah?"

"You said the oracle told you I had to be here. I don't think she meant it as in helping Apollo get things done. I think she meant I had to be with you and Piper."

"Because you say so?"

"Partly." She smiles. "But just like Lester said, that's my thing now. If a demigod asks for help, I show up."

Jason looks at the picture of his sister. "If anything happens to me—"

"Stop," Lester starts, but Jason presses.

"If it does, if I can't keep my promise to Kymopoleia, would you take my mock-up design to Camp Jupiter? The sketchbooks for new temples at both camps—they're right there on the shelf."

"You'll take them yourself. Your new shrines will honour the gods. It's too worthy a project not to succeed."

"Worthy doesn't always matter. Like what happened to you. Have you talked to Dad since...?"

Ara laughs, then shuts up abruptly. "Sorry."

"Zeus hasn't spoken to me since I became mortal," Lester ignores her. "Before that, my memory is fuzzy. I remember the battle last summer at the Parthenon. I remember Zeus zapping me. After that, until the moment I woke up plummeting through the sky in January—it's a blank."

"I know that feeling, having six months of your life taken away. I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

"What could you have done?"

"I mean at the Parthenon. I tried to talk sense into Zeus. I told him he was wrong to punish you. He wouldn't listen."

"Ah, yes, Ara mentioned that," Lester blushes. "Thank you."

Jason steps towards him and holds him by the shoulders encouragingly. "Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you're a god again, remember. Remember what it's like to be human."

Ara gulps, heavily affected by the idea. She's already failing at that, but of course, of course, Jason would say something like that. Level-headed, perfect Roman Jason Grace, her opposite. Lester locks eyes with her over the boy's shoulder, and she knows they're thinking the same thing. Why couldn't he be the immortal one? He's ten times worthier.

For Jason, for Meg, and all of those demigods who don't have a say, they have to cling to their fortune and make the best of it. "I promise," Lester replies hoarsely. A brave thing to do in Ara's eyes. "I will try my utmost to remember my human experience, as long as you promise to tell Piper the truth about the prophecy."

Jason lightly pats his shoulders. "Deal. Speaking of which, the girls are probably waiting."

"One more thing," Lester adds. "About Piper. It's just... you seem like such a good power couple. Did you really—did you break up with her to make it easier for her to leave LA?"

"Oh my gods, dude," Ara scowls. "Seriously?"

Jason looks at him intently. "Did she tell you that?"

"No," Lester blushes again. "But Mellie seemed, ah, upset with you."

"I'm okay with Mellie blaming me. It's probably better."

"Do you mean it's not true?"

"Lester!" Ara chides. "Stop being nosy!"

"Piper ended it," Jason replies over her complaint. "That was months ago, way before the Burning Maze. Now, come on. Let's go find Caligula."

He walks out, leaving Lester and Ara alone. "Way to ruin the moment, Lesser."

"Well, you didn't want to tell us!" He argues stubbornly.

"I told you my powers don't work like that—!"

"I can hear you!" Jason calls from outside the room. "You're both nosy, now get moving!"

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