#Hadn’t done him in a while so here he is eheheh

[queeniehostapasta]

Umphff…(obsessed with him, I YEARN for him)

[arent-i-the-fairest]

sliding into your dms- I mean inbox- aHEm- sorry I'm lame-

Totally not me requesting for a hc for T*ey, A*e and A*ul with an s/o who likes to sing in private buy gets caught by them one day and gets embarrassed eheheh-

if anyone of these people see @/jackplusie, @/forgwater or @/sapphirelakemanor or literally anyone who says "Honey, you simp" sees this, DO NOT listen to them. I am no simp for the three men mentioned-

but other than that, hope you have a great day and drink plenty of water! ^^

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

author’s note : oh, why it’s the notorious non-trey, non-ace, and non-azul simp, honey! (＾ω＾) i do adore your blog, hehe~ hope you enjoy this work that includes some of your least favorite twst boys!

—and thank you kindly! hoping you have a great day as well~ ♪

you sighed, watching the hands on the clock tick. your boyfriend is kinda late to your work session, and you’ve been waiting in the library for a while now… so making sure the coast was clear, you started softly humming a tune, which led to singing.

you were enjoying yourself. so much so that you hadn’t even noticed the sound of the doors opening.

“prefect?”

trey clover

“a-ahah. now, now. no need to freak out or be embarrassed! i think that you’re a great singer,” trey assured you. but you still sat there, face in your hands, and mumbling about how humiliated you feel. “would, uhm..” trey thought for a moment. “would… compliments maybe make you feel any better?”

god he’s so bad at giving praise, please help this boy. they’re either too basic “your singing. it’s good.” or too much/too cheesy “your singing reminds me of.. of the chirping of birds! and the river, how it flows so gracefully—” and there’s never an in between. plus, he’s bad at delivering them.

—but they are sincere, he loves your singing a lot! he’s a bit apprehensive to ask you if you could sing around him though, he doesn’t wanna make you feel pressured to say yes or give you any other kinda hardships by asking. so he sort of just waits around, hoping you get the confidence to do it.

no problem if you don’t though, it’s whatever you want! but if you do, that’s great~!

“came to help me out with these?” trey asked, sliding all the dirty dishes and utensils from baking into the sink. “nuh-uh, just here to sit down. hang out. maybe get my homework done.” you replied, and he hummed.

after a while, you found yourself wanting to sing, and so you did. it was quiet at first, but you started realizing you were getting louder. and it felt comfortable, not at all like you used to feel when singing around others. trey smiled to himself. “beautiful.”

ace trappola

“what? you think i’m gonna make fun of you?” he grins, shaking his head. “i won’t. well, maybe— just for the fun of it, y’know? but let me praise you ‘n stuff first!”

has no idea why you’d hide this— you’ve got a nice voice! but yeah he did go through and tease you a little after letting you know how cool he thinks you singing is, hehe~ not the kind that makes you insecure, of course!

he also promised to you that he’d keep his mouth shut about your little hidden talent. but this is ace we’re talking about. just the next day, deuce came up to you in the hallway and asked if what ace said about you “being a super good singer” was true. sigh.

will randomly ask you to sing for him to annoy you, sometimes asks for a specific song too— and of course it’s either 1.) a popular song or 2.) a really dumb cringy one. he doesn’t expect you to say “yes” in the slighest, of course.. but he won’t be complaining if you do. (the total opposite, really.)

“y/n!” he whisper yelled, trying his best to not have crewel catch him bothering you. you sit in front of him, so he takes his pen and starts poking your back with it. “y/n, y/n, y/n—”

“ace!” you hissed, quickly glancing back at him. crewel gave you a suspicious glance and you awkwardly smiled, waiting for him to continue teaching. when he did, you turned back to ace. “what do you want? because if it’s notes you want, you’re not getting them!”

“nah, i don’t want those, i just got a request for you— can you sing for me right now?” he snickers, and you let out a deep sigh.

azul ashengrotto

“why so shy? you have quite the lovely singing voice.” azul hummed, putting a hand on his chin. “—?! no, i was not thinking about asking if you want to sing as customer entertainment in the mostro lounge! i’m hurt that you imagine me as the type to always have money on my mind.” he sighed.

. . . “but if it interests you—”

okay, so maybe azul was thinking about having you sing at the mostro lounge, moving on— he’s actually pretty happy to know you enjoy singing! he’s got a love for music; he even used to be in a band with the leech twins in middle school!

but anyways, it’s got him thinking about these little scenarios— like having you sing while he plays the piano, or a duet, as he’s quite a good singer himself! he knows there’s a small, maybe even zero, percent chance of those happening though, since you don’t like singing in front of others. he can dream, though~

he’s also still kind of attached to the idea of having you to do performances in the mostro lounge, and it’s just ‘cuz he knows you would do so well!! you’re lucky you’re his s/o though— he doesn’t ask you about it too much since he knows you’re not interested. (still asks every now and then in case you’ve changed your mind though, lol) —if you were anyone else, he’d be pressing 24/7.

“you’re sure you still don’t wanna give us a little song ‘n dance, shrimpy~?” floyd asks, leaning an arm on your table. you nod. “yes. yes, i’m very sure, floyd.”

“floyd, are you bothering them again?” azul asks, crossing his arms. floyd lazily shook his head. “nuh-uh, i’d never, boss~” he grins, and azul sighs, pushing him away so you could have your meal in peace.

“please excuse him, my dear.” your boyfriend smiles. “but remember, if you do change your mind—” “no.”

[bi-naesala]

Fun at Seagull Cinema

Fandom: Yakuza

Rating: T

Warnings: / 

Relationships: Kasuga Ichiban/Zhao Tianyou 

Characters: Kasuga Ichiban, Zhao Tianyou 

Additional Tags: Making Out, Nonbinary Zhao Tianyou (he/they pronouns)

Summary:

Ichiban and Zhao suffer through one of the myriad boring movies Seagull Cinema has to offer, at least until Zhao has an idea.

Maybe they can have some fun after all...

(Also on AO3)

One would think a movie about a shark eating a bunch of dumb teenagers would at least be a so-bad-it’s-good kind of movie, but no, this shit is just plain boring, though Ichiban suspects it’s his fault for trusting anything that Seagull Cinema releases.

Damn, though, he really thought that he had hit the jackpot when he saw its poster, figuring that he had the perfect excuse to ask Zhao on a date.

Here they are, now, bored out of their minds as they try not to fall asleep. Not even the terrified screams of the kids is enough to help them in this endeavor.

The only good thing is that at least they’re alone, which means they can get a bit more comfortable that they could’ve otherwise, with Ichiban resting his arms on the seats on each side of him, while Zhao has rested their feet over the row of seats ahead of them.

After the umpteenth yawn, Ichiban turns to Zhao.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I really thought this would be more… entertaining.”

“Ah, don’t sweat it, Ichi,” Zhao calmly replies, using the nickname he’s begun calling Ichiban with when they’re alone. “It’s fine, really.”

“But I really wanted to do something fun…” Ichiban pouts.

“Well…” Zhao begins, getting his feet on the ground and removing their sunglasses - yes, he was wearing them until now. “We could have some fun anyway…”

Before Ichiban can ask them what he means, Zhao has already grabbed onto his jacket and has drawn him closer, pressing their lips together.

Ichiban can’t help but to make a surprised noise, but he has enough presence of mind not to stay frozen like a dumbass and he enthusiastically returns the kiss, grateful to have found something to do that won’t make him fall asleep.

 To tell the truth, every bit of drowsiness has completely vanished the moment Zhao kisses him, but that’s just because of the way Zhao is: even now he likes to keep Ichiban on his toes, teasing him for a moment with barely any contact, then going to directly lick his lips the next.

It’s the best thing that could’ve happened while watching a boring movie, and sure, they might be losing a few key scenes, but c’mon, who cares? It wouldn’t have been those scenes to make the movie worth the ticket price. Zhao kissing him, on the other hand, totally is.

 When Zhao pulls away, Ichiban can’t help but to be slightly disappointed by the fact that it’s already over - c’mon, he was just getting into it! - but Zhao isn’t done surprising him: he gets up from his seat and they settle on Ichiban’s lap.

“Wait, what?! Here?!”

Zhao chuckles. “So what? It’s not like there’s someone who could see us, right?”

“I guess…” Ichiban mutters, still conflicted about this - it seems disrespectful to the owner - but when Zhao leans down and kisses him again, he doesn’t find himself that against the idea after all, but maybe that’s because, secretly, this is something he’s always wanted to do, making out with his special someone in an empty movie theater, completely ignoring the movie that is being displayed.

The only downside is that, if he had known this was going to happen, he would’ve picked a better movie to keep as background, but he has to say that Zhao is very good at drawing all the attention to himself, helping Ichiban tune out the screams of the protagonists of the movie.

 It gets him going in a way that few other things do, especially when Zhao begins to touch him.

He’s still keeping it decent of course, because even though they’re alone, they’re still in public, but it still sparks a fire inside Ichiban when he gets their hands under Ichiban’s jacket, massaging his shoulders first, then his pecs.

A shiver runs across Ichiban’s spine at the contact, and he too begins to move, sliding his hands down to cup Zhao’s ass. As soon as he does, however, Zhao pulls away.

“Ichiban, you perv!” he exclaims, voice purposefully higher than usual.

Ichiban shrugs, sending a smirk Zhao’s way. “What? It’s not like there’s someone who could see us, right?”

Oh, this little…

Ichiban presses himself against Zhao with more vehemence, kissing him with everything he has to give, though by the way Zhao chuckles in the kiss, he suspects he played exactly the way they wanted him to play. Oh well, it’s not like he minds, especially if the result is as pleasant as this.

 Both Ichiban and Zhao lose track of time, too busy focusing only on the other, on the sensations they’re making each other feel.

Ichiban gasps when Zhao forces him to pull away by yanking his hair back, exposing his neck which then they begin to cover in languid kisses that make Ichiban’s mouth water.

“Z-Zhao…” he mutters, though he himself he doesn’t know exactly why he called out for him, if it’s to tell him to stop, or if it’s to tell him to please, please, please more.

 Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t have to decide anymore, because the movie’s over, even though they notice it only when everything becomes black at first, and then the main lights turn themselves on, making both him and Zhao jump on their seat.

“S-Shit!” Ichiban exclaims.

They move away immediately, Zhao hopping off Ichiban with incredible speed, landing on their previous seat, while Ichiban furiously adjusts his dress shirt and his hair. Anything to give himself a decent appearance, as if he hadn’t been making out with Zhao until a few seconds ago.

 Everything’s still. Nobody dares to move…

Then both Ichiban and Zhao burst into laughter, and it’s not just a chuckle, but the real thing. Zhao has to dry their eyes from the tears that are threatening to tickle down his face.

“Fucking hell!” they exclaim, still laughing.

“What a bunch of morons!” Ichiban manages to wheeze, fanning air to his face with his hand. Of course they’d do something like this.

Idiots, both of them…

 Once they manage to calm down, Ichiban turns to Zhao.

“We should go,” he says. “Or else the manager might think something bad has happened.”

“Yeah. Last thing we need is for him to come check on us,” Zhao replies, getting out of his seat.

They stretch one hand towards Ichiban, who of course takes it, allowing Zhao to help him up. He dusts off his pants, then, and after exchanging a glance with Zhao, they begin to head out of the room.

 To greet them at the usual desk, of course, there’s the manager.

“Ah, Kasuga-san!” he exclaims once he notices Ichiban. “How was the movie?”

“It was great,” Ichiban replies, trying however not to laugh as he speaks. “Has to be my favorite so far.”

Zhao, the cheeky thing, has to hide behind Kasuga in order not to be seen barely able to stifle his laughter. He’s got a few guesses as to why Ichiban has enjoyed this movie so much, but unfortunately none of them concern the movie. Eheheh… Oh shit, he’s not supposed to laugh, not when they’re with the manager.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” the manager replies to Ichiban, blessedly oblivious to what is really going on. “Hope I’ll see you soon!”

“I’m sure you will…” Ichiban replies, waving him goodbye as he and Zhao move up the stairs, taking the exit towards Isezaki Road.

 Once they’re out, they share another chuckle.

“Holy shit! Can’t believe you’d do that!” Ichiban exclaims then, throwing his arm around Zhao’s shoulders.

“Really?” Zhao teases him with mischievous tone. “You really thought I wouldn’t be able to do something like that?”

“Mmhh, yeah, you’re right,” Ichiban grins, but he doesn’t give Zhao any time to feel smug about it because he kisses them, right in the middle of the street.

Zhao doesn’t mind; during the early stages of their relationship they might’ve, but that’s more because he’s not that big on pda. Now he’s gotten used to it.

“I liked it,” Ichiban says once they pull away, pressing his forehead against Zhao’s.

“I noticed,” the other chuckles, stretching a hand down to grab Ichiban’s butt, just like he did to them in the movie theater. He pinches it, just to see Ichiban squirm, then he brings his hands to the side again, not wanting to do anything too embarrassing out in the open.

 “So, I was thinking…” Ichiban begins saying then.

“Thinking? You?” Zhao can’t help but to tease him. Ichiban’s unimpressed.

“Ah ah. Funny…” he mutters in fact, though he goes back to what he was saying immediately. “Anyway, as I was saying, I was thinking that we could go grab a bite and then go for a walk before going back, how does that sound?”

“That sounds great. You have a place in mind already?” Zhao asks. Of course they’re not going to refuse an excuse to spend more time with Ichiban.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” the other replies, before taking Zhao’s hand and beginning to drag them to their next adventure. “C’mon, follow me!”

“Aye aye sir,” Zhao jokes, happily getting dragged by Ichiban.

 After a moment of pause, though, they speak again.

“Hey, Ichi.”

“What’s up?” Ichiban asks.

“We should do this again something, Kasuga-kun,” Zhao says, a mischievous grin on his face that Ichiban can’t help but to return.

“Yeah, we totally should.”

[squashedbananatk]

42 with tony tickling peter! just him being cute and shy and touch starved and self depricating. And tony trying to help.

On it!

Overwhelmed

(I know I suck at titles!)

Peter was exhausted. He has pulled 3 all nighters this week studying for tests, spending the other night out late patrolling and sparring with the team. He has had no time to breath this week. But thats the life of Spiderman right? It was finally Friday and he honestly just wanted to sit on the rooftops and take in the view, so that is exactly what he was doing.

Peter sighed listening to the sounds of the city below when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. Peter pulled off his mask and took his phone out and saw that it was Tony.

He declined the call and flopped down onto the hard concrete roof looking at the stars.

He was just so tired and stressed out. He had a full weekend ahead of him. The science fair was Sunday and his project wasn’t even half done... he had to spar with the team, he had at least four hours of homework from each class and he had another test on Monday! Peter’s head kept racing through all the things he was going to have to do. He just wanted a few minutes to breath...

His phone then rang again. It was Tony again. Peter sighed and declined again. He was too tired and stressed to care that he was ghosting The Tony Stark, if that doesn’t show how exhausted the kid is then nothing does.

Peter continued to lay on the roof with his feet hanging off the building and soon started to feel sleepy and past out.

“Kid? Hey Kid wake up.” Peter heard as he regained conciseness from being shaken lightly.

“Ugh, w-what? Mr Stark? What are you doing here?” Peter asked sleepily seeing Iron Man looming above him.

“You kept declining my calls and your aunt said you hadn’t come home, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Tony said through his Iron Man suit.

Peter groaned.

“What time is it?” Peter asked still trying to wake up.

“I don’t know like 3 am?” Tony guessed as he noticed the deep bags under the kid’s eyes.

“It’s freezing...” Peter said beginning to shiver as he sat up and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Come on, lets get you warmed up.” Tony said and picked the teen up which Peter surprisingly didn’t protest against. Peter sighed in contentment as he felt the warmth from Tony’s suit and soon he was asleep again in Tony’s arms. Tony sighed at the kid and began to fly back to the compound.

As they flew through the sky Tony couldn’t help but wonder what the kid was doing out here... And why was he asleep on the concrete? He had some questions for the kid when he woke up. His hands tensed a bit as his mind began to travel off into worry.

Once they got to the compound Tony took the kid into his room as he assumed the kid needed it more then him and put the kid on the bed and pulled the blanket on him up to his chin. He then left the kid to sleep. Tony slept on the couch for the night. The next morning Peter in a place he did not recognize...

“Ugh, where am I?” Peter asked rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he looked around the room before noticing he was still in his Spidey suite.

“What happened?” Peter asked himself as he got up and exited the room. Peter soon recognized the building he was in and quickly found his way into the living room/kitchen.

“Hey you’re up.” Tony said turning around from the kitchen.

Peter blushed a little, what even happened? He hardly remembers anything from last night.

“Uh, g-good morning.” Peter said

“Afternoon.” Tony smirked.

“What happened?” Peter asked rubbing his head.

“Not sure myself, I found you asleep up on a rooftop late last night so I brought you back here.” Tony said.

“O-Oh... I Uh...” Peter blushed again, this cannot be happening.

“You obviously needed the rest though, you probably slept for like about 10 hours...” Tony said.

“I’m sorry Mr Stark...” Peter apologized.

“No worries kid, but I do want to ask you something.” Tony said as he sat down on the couch patting on the spot beside him inviting Peter to sit.

“What is it?” Peter asked hesitantly going to sit down on the couch.

“What in the hell were you doing out there?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed. Should he tell Tony? He asked himself But he shouldn’t bother him with his dumb problems.

“Uh, I think I just fell asleep up there heh...” Pete lied.

Tony raised a brow. Peter could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“I was just stressed... I needed to get away from it all I guess...” Peter mumbled.

“What were you so stressed about?” Tony asked.

“I-It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to bother you with it.” Peter sighed.

“Hey, you know me well enough to know that I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care about what the answer was.” Tony reassures.

“Well, it wouldn’t be above you to lie...” Peter said. Tony raised his eyebrows. Did the kid really think he didn’t care?

Peter sighed

“I just have a lot on my mind... but it’s nothing compared to what you deal with.” Peter downgraded.

“Bullshit, now spit it out.” Tony smirked poking Peter’s rib playfully making him squirm away a little.

“I just feel like I don’t have enough time to get everything done... Between being Spiderman and being Peter Parker Hell... I barely had enough time just as Peter... and now adding Spiderman into the mix, it’s just too much sometimes...”

Tony nodded to show he had his full attention

“Like, I’ve already pulled three all nighters this week, I’ve had hours of homework each night, I’ve had to do training with you, do patrolling, save people, deal with bullies, finish a science prototype for a science fair tomorrow and I- Oh god! I gotta go Mr Stark! I have to finish” Peter yelped standing up remembering all his responsibilities but Tony grabbed his wrist.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere mister! From what I can tell you have been working yourself to the bone and further! I will not let you keep doing that. You are not turning into me in that way!” Tony said.

“But I have to! I can’t let anyone down! I have to make people proud! I can’t screw everything up!” Peter began to panic slightly.

“Hey, trust me kid, if you keep doing this you will crumble under the amount of pressure you’re putting on yourself.” Tony said putting his hands on his shoulders. Peter dipped his head down.

“I just feel guilty for taking any kind of a break...” Peter mumbled.

“Tell you what, how about I help you finish your science project? Get it all ready for tomorrow.” Tony said as he sat back down on the couch.

“I don’t wanna be a bother....” Peter said

“Please! Compared to all your pop culture references this is not a bother at all!” Tony joked punching the kid in the shoulder playfully.

Peter giggled at that punching his shoulder back.

“Heh... I’ve heard that kids can fall asleep anywhere but, on a concrete rooftop in the middle of May?” Tony laughed.

“I was tired!” Peter defended.

“I could tell! While I was flying us back here you fell asleep in my arms, like I little baby.” Tony teased squeezing Peter tight and rocked them back and forth joking as the teenager groaned.

“Stohop, you know I don’t like being teased!” Peter said blushing.

“But it’s funny when you get all shy.” Tony smirked making Peter’s cheeks grow darker as he lightly pushed at the millionaire’s shoulder only to have Tony grab him again.

“No it’s nohot...” Peter giggled as he began to escape his mentor’s grip.

“Yes. It. Is!” Tony smirked and grabbed at Peter playfully trying to pin him in a hug but as Tony was grabbing at him he grabbed Pete’s side, Peter squeaked and fell back into Tony’s lap.

“Hey! Dohon’t!” Peter giggled.

Tony smirked at the teen in a way that made Peter rather nervous and pinned Peter’s back to his chest.

“Now what do we have here?” Tony asked poking Peter’s rib again.

“Nohothing! It’s nohohothing!” Peter reassures pushing on his chest.

“Well, it definitely looks like something.” Tony pushed on poking into the young hero’s ribs.

“Nahaha! Oh my Gohohod!” Peter laughed out as he squirmed frantically.

“Heh, I haven’t heard you laugh like this in a while kid, It’s nice.” Tony said with a smirk.

“Mr Stahark plehease! I-I’m reheheally tihicklish!” Peter said through his squeaky giggles as his fingers scribbled on his tummy.

“Mr Stahahark! Nahahahaha! Nohohot thehehere!!” Peter screeched and fell limp almost immediately.

“Not where? Here?” Tony asked pinching and squeezing the kid’s tummy.

“StAHAHAP! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!” Peter screeched out.

“Why?” Tony asked tickling a certain spot just below his ribs which made Peter’s squirming far more frantic.

“Mr Stark! PLEHEHEASE! Ihhihit tihihickles!” Peter screeched.

Tony started laughing along with the teen, his laugh was adorably contagious.

Tony’s hand then travled down Peter’s side and squeezed his hips and flank causing Peter to throw his head back as he laughed along with the occasional snort here and there making Tony laugh even more and make Peter blush darker.

“Man, you sure are thin kid, you eating enough?” Tony teased rubbing his fin hers up and down his ribs like a piano.

“I’hI’m eheheheating FIHIHINE! Gehehet ohohoff mehehe!” Peter screeched managing to escape Tony’s grip but Tony pushed Peter down onto the couch

Tony grabbed the young hero’s wrists and held them in one of his own. Peter’s face grew redder as he giggled and squirmed before Tony even touched him.

“You find this funny huh?” Tony asked poking the teen’s side repeatedly.

“N-No!” Peter quickly replied his cheeks getting even more red.

“Then why are you laughing? I’m not even touching you.” Tony asked smirking wiggling his fingers just above the teen’s underarm.

“I’m nohot!” Peter giggled.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Why are you laughing Peter?” Tony asked.

“IhI’m nohot!” Peter yelped.

“You aren’t?...” Tony smirked. Poking Peter’s underarm

“Cuhut it ohout!” Peter giggles trying to pull his hands free.

“You know what? I don’t think I will! This is far too intriguing!” Tony said smirking down at him evilly.

“Mr Stahark! Dohon’t lohook at me lihike thahat!” Peter screeched turning his head away.

“Why?” Tony asked just barely wiggling his fingers on the kid’s underarm.

“Eeeee!Heehehe! Ihihit mahahakes ihit wohorse!” Peter squeaked out.

“It does huh?” Tony asked finally drilling his thumbs into the poor kid’s underarms.

“Peter full on screamed before falling into a squeaky laughing fit.

“NOHOHOHO! THIHIHS IHIHIS THEHEHE WOHOHORST AHAHAHAHA!” Peter cackled tossing his head back and forth.

“Come on Pete, it can’t be that bad...” Tony teased.

“IHIHIHIT SUHUHUCKS!!!” Peer screamed rolling on his side. Obly to have tony drill his fingers into his ribs again.

“NOHOHOHO!” The teen exclaimed putting his arms out in defence.

“You just made a huge mistake kid!” Tony said and shoved his hands under Pete’s arms again making him fall back into silent laughter.

Once Tony tickled Pete for a few mor seconds he decided to let up. He didn’t want the kid to die.

“I- I hahate yohou!” Peter giggled curling into a ball on the couch.

“No you don’t. Now come on, lets get your project done.” Tony said ruffling the kid’s hair as he stood from the couch.

Fin~

[justthehiddleswrites]

Nice Shirt | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: After two years of being in a relationship with Tom, you start to question whether you are putting your own dreams aside for this relationship. You make a hard choice but is it the right one?

Warnings: Implied Smut, Drinking, Bit of Angst

-

2016

Tom couldn’t sleep after comic-com panels. The adrenaline pumped through him, and he couldn’t sleep for hours. He tried to convince Chris Hemsworth to go to the bar with him, but he begged off.

“You can talk to your wife any time. But how often do you get to bar hop in Philadelphia?”

“Nah, mate.” Chris responded. “I am absolutely wiped. But go have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Chris clapped him hard on the shoulder.

“Ehehehe.” Tom chuckled. “Of course. Brother.”

The two men parted with a hug, and Tom headed for his car.

“James…” Tom asked his driver. “Do you know any good bars?”

The man smiled in the rearview mirror. “How good?”

“The best.”

“I know just the place.”

-

You weren’t sure how you ended up at Frankford Hall, but here you were, beer in one hand, ping pong paddle in the other.

“Whoo!” you hooted as you beat the young frat guy on the other side of the table. “That’s how it’s done!”

Someone tugged on the back of your shirt, you spun wide, sloshing your beer. You weren’t drunk yet, but the buzz was flowing.

“JESS!!” you screamed. “You made it!”

You pulled your best friend into the tightest hug. She mumbled something against your chest.

“What?”

“I said…” Jess pushed off of you. “… we need to get some food into you.”

“Excellent idea.”

You linked arms and headed inside to order some food.

-

Tom reminded himself to thank James for the excellent suggestion. He never would have picked a biergarten for the night but with ping pong and authentic food. It hit the spot after a long day of photographs and signing photos.

“Hey!” a voice beside him cut through the din of the bar.

“Pardon?” Tom answered, turning to find you standing there.

“Nice shirt, Paul!”

“The name’s Tom.”

Your head ducked as you burst out into laughter.

“I was calling you Paul Bunyan. You know, the lumberjack. Plaid shirt.”

Tom glanced down, forgetting he had thrown on his well worn red plaid shirt.

“Oh, right. Eheheheh.” Tom gave a nervous chuckle.

The waiter plopped a plate in front of Tom. Bratwurst. Tom licked his lips and took a big bite, bits of sauerkraut falling to the plate.

“I like a man who can handle his sausage.” you flirted.

The waiter delivered your and Jess’s appetizers, laying the plates in front of you. Tom eyed your food while taking a big swig of beer.

“I like a woman with a big appetite.” Tom countered, turning on his stool to give you a once over.

“Good to know.” You licked your thumb after popping a bit of pretzel in your mouth. “How are you with a paddle?”

Tom choked on his beer. “I beg your pardon?”

You lifted your chin to the outside.

“Ping pong. What did you think?” You returned the favor of allowing your gaze to slide up and down his long lean body, lingering on some places more than others.

“No comment. Let me finish this beer and I will meet you out there.”

You grabbed your plates and headed outside.

“It is about time. I worried you got lost in there.” Jess grumbled as you shoved her food at her.

“Jess! You will never guess who I just ran into in there!”

-

Two Years Later

“What on earth are you doing?” Tom questioned as he viewed drawers opened and the closet door thrown ajar.

“Packing, Tom.” you sighed as you folded up shirts, deciding which ones to pack and which ones to leave behind. “That is what one does when getting ready to travel.”

“I thought we decided you weren’t going to take that job.” Tom sat down on the bed, jostling your suitcase.

Your hands gripped the once folded shirts.

“No, you talked to me for two hours about all the reasons why I shouldn’t move back to the States and then you changed the subject every time I tried to bring it back up again. But there was never any ‘we’ in this decision, Tom. I’m going.”

“Why?” Tom’s voice cracked. “I thought we… you were happy living with me here in London.”

You sighed as you shoved a couple pairs of boots into the suitcase. “I was.” Tom smiled a slight smile. “But I realized if I stayed here, all I would ever be is your girlfriend.”

“You make it sound like a prison sentence.” Tom mumbled.

“For me, it would be. I have dreams and goals of my own and no matter how hard I try, it would always be overshadowed by you. Or worse, pitied or given special treatment because of you.” You shoved the last of your clothes and pushed the lid down and struggled to zip the case closed.

Tom fidgeted with his hands in his lap.

“We could have talked about all this before you booked your flight. We can still talk about it, delay your flight.” His voice grew shrill. “We can make this work. Just don’t leave. Not like this.”

His hand slid over to grab yours. You sat down beside him, giving his hand a brief squeeze before extracting your fingers from his grip.

“My lectures start tomorrow.” A horn beeped. “That’s my taxi.”

Tom bolted to standing. “You can’t possibly be leaving now! Let me drive you to the airport. Something!”

You stood too. You rose on your toes. Your hands rubbed across the stubble on his chin and cheeks. Tom’s eyes squeezed closed at your touch and tears streamed down to your fingertips. You pressed your lips to his and sighed. Tom gripped your sweater like his life depended on it. The sound of the taxi honking again interrupted your embrace.

You squeezed his shoulders hard. “I need to go. I will call you when I land.”

Tom nodded. He grabbed your suitcase and carried it to the door. You reached for it, but he held on.

“Please reconsider. I love you.” Tom pleaded.

“I love you too. But I love me more.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll call from Philly. Take care of yourself.”

Tom bit his lip in hopes to stifle his anguish. He released his grip on the handle as he nodded at you. You kissed his cheek and stepped out the door. He stood at the threshold until you waved from the backseat of the cab.

Tom gave a tight smile and a small wave until you disappeared into view. Once the door clicked behind him, Tom crumpled to the floor, his legs ceasing to function. Bobby trotted over to check on him, and Tom burrowed his head into Bobby’s soft fur.

He sat there for 30 minutes until his phone rang. He sent it to voicemail. It rang again. This time he turned the phone off and chucked across the foyer. He dragged himself to the couch where he lay until there was a knock at the door.

He jumped to his feet and ran to the door, hoping you had changed your mind.

“I’m so glad you—” he exclaimed as he flung the door open.

“Glad to see you too, mate. Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Luke responded as a disheveled Tom met him at the door. “What the hell happened!?”

Tom’s face fell. “She’s gone.” he croaked out as he fell against Luke.

Luke stood bewildered as he walked Tom back into his house and hoped to unravel just what had Tom in such a state.

-

Three Weeks Later

It was Tom’s first time leaving the house since you left. Luke made sure he had groceries and cleared his calendar of what few things were on it.

Tom had been planning a surprise vacation with you. Which Luke had to cancel. And now Tom sat in a corner booth of his favorite restaurant waiting for Benedict to arrive.

“Shall I get you something to drink?” The waiter asked as Tom ignored the menu.

“A pint. And keep them coming.” he grumbled, not bothering to take off his sunglasses.

“Are you sure that’s a wise decision giving your current emotional state?” Ben’s voice questioned as the waiter walked away.

“Why the fuck not? I am in mourning.”

“It’s been three weeks, Tom. You can not continue on like this. Your liver will never make it.”

“Want to bet?”

“Your GP would agree with me. Nice shirt, by the way. You’ve got a real brooding lumberjack vibe going on.”

Tom glanced down at the red plaid and tears welled in his eyes.

“That’s what she said the night we met.” Tom’s voice cracked.

Ben’s face softened at the wreck of Tom. “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know. I never wear the shirt any more. But I haven’t been doing laundry as much.”

“Or showering either.” Benedict takes an exaggerated sniff.

“Not helping, mate.” Tom shot daggers across the table.

“How can I help? I assume that is why I am here. Since you are not taking any calls.”

“I broke my phone chucking it across the room. Haven’t bothered to replace it.”

Ben pressed his hands flat. “You might want to get on that. Perhaps she is trying to call you. I was under the impression you were smarter than this.” He shook his head at Tom.

Tom perked up. “I hadn’t thought about that. Do you think she has reached out?”

“Well, you won’t know until you talk to her.” Tom’s eyes sparkled and sat up straighter. “There’s the Tom Hiddleston I know.” Ben smiled.

“Thank you, Ben. You are a loyal friend.”

“I’m your best friend. And I only want you to be happy. And as payment for my expert relationship advice, you are paying for lunch.”

“With pleasure.” Tom smiled for the first time in weeks.

-

Tom’s mood was short lived. He stopped by the store and replaced his phone. He listened to your voicemail from that day you left. And then nothing. Not a text, not a call. Radio silence.

“Hello, darling. It’s Tom. Sorry I haven’t called sooner. A bit of an accident with my phone. I would very much like to talk to you. To hear your voice. Call me, please. Any time, day or night.”

He sighed as he left the message and stared at the phone for the rest of the night. It didn’t ring.

-

Two Months Later

It was three months since you moved to Philadelphia and began your adjunct position at Penn. You only gained some semblance of normal in the past few days.

“And that is it for today.” You addressed the class. “See you on Thursday.”

The auditorium emptied quickly as students rushed to either their next lecture or something else to do. With a huff, you heaved your bag onto your shoulder and headed to your office on campus.

“Hello?” you answered your phone.

“Any word?” Jess’s voice asked on the other end.

“I told you. He doesn’t have this new number, and I lost his when my phone took a swim in the toilet.”

“Then email him.”

“If he wanted to talk, he would have called those first few days. He has moved on.”

“You are a stubborn ass. You just don’t want to reach out first and have to admit you made a mistake. That you still love him and still want him.”

“That’s not true. He’s busy. He has projects. He probably isn’t even in London right now.” you lied to yourself. You hated when Jess was right.

“Bullshit. You’re scared. Fine, don’t do anything and throw away the best thing that ever happened in your life.”

“Hey! This job is the best thing that happened to me. It moved me closer to you.”

“I would give up our weekly lunches to see you happy. Are you happy?”

You sat down silent at your desk. She was happy, she thought, right? That was the whole point of this. The move was meant to help her reach her goals. Everything felt hollow instead of empowering.

“Yeah, yeah.” you lied to Jess. “Of course, I’m happy. That was the whole point.”

“Still calling bullshit. Remember Jason is coming to pick you up for lunch tomorrow because I have that client meeting.”

“Thank you for reminding me. Bye Jess.”

“Talk to Tom.” she blurted out before you ended the call.

You laid your head on your desk and sighed.

-

The next morning dragged on. You loved teaching communication, but today your heart was somewhere else. Jess’s words weighed you down like an anchor.

“And what percentage of communication is communicated nonverbally?” you asked the class.

You scanned the room to find someone to call on. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied a red plaid shirt. Just like the one Tom wore at Frankford Hall years ago.

“Ah…” you lost your train of thought. You glanced again but couldn’t find the shirt again. “… yes?” you pointed at someone in the third row.

You spent the rest of the lecture searching the room for the owner of the shirt, but he had disappeared. You convinced yourself you imagined the entire thing.

“Let’s end class early. Enjoy it because it won’t happen again.” you announced.

The class cheered as they packed up for the day. You waited until the hall was empty just to double check for Tom.

“You are losing it.” you mumbled to yourself.

-

Tom convinced Luke he was ready to work again. Starting with some radio appearances in New York. Luke wasn’t convinced Tom didn’t have a hidden agenda.

“Are you sure you aren’t planning on taking a day trip to Philly to find her?”

Tom scoffed. “It’s over, Luke.”

Luke glanced at Tom askance but complied with the request. “Fine, but I don’t want to see a single story unrelated to these interviews in the papers.”

“Cross my heart.” Tom made an exaggerated “x” on his chest.

“I’ve heard that before.” Luke groused as he made the plans.

When Tom received his itinerary, he was grateful Luke left an entire day empty.

“You know me too well, mate.” Tom commented as he saw the handwritten note at the bottom:

Here is a good car rental company. It is just under two hours to Philly. Be safe and tell her you love her.

- Luke

Tom wasted no time to call the car company.

When he arrived on campus, it didn’t take him long to find your office. It was locked.

“Excuse me, do you know when the professor will return?” he asked a passing student.

“She is lecturing in Ames Hall. It's just down the corridor.”

“Thank you.” Tom took off.

He snuck into the back to the crowded lecture hall and listened in for a bit. He swore you glimpsed him. His stomach growled as he skipped breakfast to get on the road and he ducked out of the hall to get a quick snack.

As he headed back, he spied you outside your office. His heart leaped into his throat. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes in joy.

He stepped forward but stopped as a man approached you, and you threw your arms around him.

“Fuck!” Tom cursed as the two of you walked away. He collapsed on a nearby bench, uncertain where to go from here.

-

It was later in the day when Jason dropped off back at campus.

“Call him.” both Jason and Jess pleaded.

“Leave it be, you two. We have both moved on.”

“Is that why you swear you saw him in class today? Or that you haven’t even thought about dating since you got here?” Jess added.

“Goodbye you two.” You slammed the door and headed to pick up your things before heading home.

You noticed someone slumped over on a nearby bench. You stepped closer and noticed the red plaid shirt from earlier.

“Are you okay?” you inquired. “Tom?!”

Tom unfolded himself from the bench.

“Tom, it’s you! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in London?” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“I needed to see you. To talk to you. To explain why I didn’t call.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m listening.”

“I was so upset, I threw my phone and broke it. I left you a message but didn’t hear from you. I figured you might have moved on, but I was willing to take a chance. But I see I was right.”

“How long have you been sitting there? Are you talking about Jason?” You hooked your thumb behind you.

Tom sighed heavily. “So that’s his name.” He took your hands and held them tight. “I should have fought harder. I should have listened more. I am so sorry that you ever felt you couldn’t pursue your dreams with me by your side.” His thumbs ran across your knuckles.

You spied the tears falling down his cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom cut you off.

“I want you to be happy. Whether that is with me or not. But above all, I want you to be happy. And if that means I never see you again, then so be it. But know I love you. I will always love you.”

“Tom—”

“Have a wonderful life.” Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips to your cheeks. “Give me a call if you are ever in London.”

Tom turned on his heel and walked away.

“WAIT!!!” you screamed, and he stopped and turned to face you. You ran to meet him. “Did you mean it?”

“Every word. I have never lied to you.”

“Jason…” Tom turned his head away at the name. You grabbed his chin to have him face you. “… is Jess’s long-term boyfriend. He picked me up to meet her for lunch.”

Tom’s eyes widened as the words sunk in. “So…”

Your lips curled into a smile and your hands snaked up his torso, gripping the front of his shirt. “Nice shirt, Paul.”

Tom smiled back. “The name’s Tom.”

“Well, Tom. I think we should carry on this conversation in my office.” You tugged him along. “I think your shirt would look amazing on my floor.”

Tom smiled as you shut the door. “I only want to make you happy.”

[yamithediaperdork]

Just in for my tune up (Bleach)

Just in for my tune up

Ichigo yawned loudly as he woke up in his crib. one would think that sense being labeled a helpless diaper fag slave that would mean Ichigo would get to sleep in once and awhile but one would be wrong.

Instead as the head slave he was his 'honor' to go and wake the other slaves up so he could then crawl in bed with master Renji before the new captain would have to get up for work.

Knowing that if they dragged their feet they'd cost Ichigo his much desired cuddles, some of the slaves like Toshiro tried to take their time.

A trip head first into a diaper pail did wonders to motivate the troops though and while all of the slaves where young men and boys, and they were all clad in nothing but bunny slippers and diapers, it was clear who reported to who.

As such Ichigo trusted the rest of the morning over to his lackeys and with a stern look on his face waddled back to masters bedroom, his stalking off ruined somewhat as just before he left the room a loud bubbly fart rang out from his bottom and Ichigo was heard cursing and swearing, and if one was brave enough to peek, cow boy waddling up the stairs as the back of his white diaper deformed and turned brown.

One diaper change latter (One did NOT just cuddle with the Master while smelling like sewage unless he requested it as such!)

And Ichigo was cuddling into Master Renji and mewing happily, wishing the stupid clock would break so he could enjoy this for just a bit longer.

Sadly the wants of a cock caged and hollow tube plugged diaper fag doesn't mean much in the living world, and even less here in the spirit realm.

For most diaper fags like himself the state that they were treated like would of horrified them. Ichigo on the flip side had shed tears of joy and had gotten himself outed so fast some barely recall the brief hour of adulthood he'd had before finding out how he'd be treated.

Renji smirked as he opened his eyes, the alarm hadn't gone off yet but he'd been faking his sleep so that Ichigo could get in lots of cuddles with him before he'd have to give the cute little slave the bad news.

Despite promising Ichigo that if he went for the permanent plug and cage treatment that he'd be there at every adjustment, as twice a year the cage was made smaller and the plug bigger, He'd been there for all of them but today when he was due for his last one..

"Morning cutie pie. I take it the boys are all hard at work?" Renji asked, pulling Ichigo in for a kiss and patting the slave's padded bottom. "Oh, still clean?"

Renji of course knew the boy had changed, but loved to semi torment poor Ichigo so he had made sure to add a note of disappointment to his tone.

"Ah! No! wait sir! I was good and woke up soaked and TOTALLY loaded my diapers after getting everyone ta work! I just didn't wanna stink up your bed! Please don't be upset with me!" Ichigo whimpered.

'dear god, like sandblasting a soup cracker.' Renji chuckled mentally.

"I suppose I'll let it go this time, but only because I have some bad news for you." Renji said, laying on his side now in his black silk PJ's.

Ichigo had turned on his side to face Renji, but copied his pose.

"W-what is it? do we have to get rid of one of the slaves again sir? they're getting along so well together!" Ichigo whined.

"Oh No, I don't need to give more slaves to anther captain. it's just..you know that I care for you a far deal more then I should since your just a diaper fag slave right?" Renji started.

"And don't think I don't love every second of it." Ichigo coo'ed.

"But..well..There was a last second meeting called for today at 10 am." Renji said slowly.

"But..At 955 i got in for my final adjustment..how can you be in two places at the same...time..Oh." Ichigo said, trailing off then glaring at Renji. "But you promised!"

"Ichigo.." Renji sighed, moving to pull him in for a hug.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" the slave yelled and pushed away at Renji.

Ichigo got up and huffed, grabbing a pillow and about to hit Renji with it but a look from him had Ichigo dropping the pillow and wetting himself.

"Little man, need I remind you I literally own you, so if I can't keep a promise from time to time, I'm sorry, but your just a stupid diaper fag anyways!" Renji snapped.

As soon as he said it Renji regretted it, if he had slapped Ichigo across the face he doubted the boy could of looked so stunned or hurt. he went to say something else but Ichigo slid out of bed and bowed.

"Of course Master. I'm sorry Master. I'll leave you to get dressed..Master." he said and walked out.

"..I think it would of been easier to pay the 10,000 dollar fine for missing the meeting. this isn't going away anytime soon." Renji groaned and flopped back into bed.

"Somebody should of warned me about this side of being a master."

Getting dressed Renji made his way downstairs and was greeted by each of his slaves except two.

Ichigo who was trying to finish his morning meal as fast as possible and clearly still sore at Renji, and Toshiro.

the former captain had been forced into diaper fag slavery when he was discovered dressed like a darling baby girl in the public square. he maintained that he had been drinking and didn't know what had happened but of course no one believed him.

the irony was they really should of because it was Renji himself who's set the captain up for his great downfall and had taken delight in making sure Toshiro was the prissiest of the prissy sissies he had.

Toshiro had figured it out within days but since he had no legal standing anymore there was nothing he could do about it and thus while making sure to clean and cook well enough to be allowed to stay (Bad slaves being sent to auction) he kept to himself for the most part and ignored Renji as much as possible.

'Great, this goes on with Ichigo for too much longer and I'll have a pair of ice queens.' Renji glumly thought, sipping his coffee.

"Alright everyone listen up." Renji said after he finished breakfast. "I'm going to be at a meeting till at least 2pm. Ichigo will be out getting his final adjustment done but that's no excuse for you all to slack off. Toshiro, I'm putting you in charge till Ichigo gets back. Questions, comments, concerns?" Renji asked.

"Wait, you're putting little miss frost in charge?" whined a long haired red head.

"That is what I just said. Oh and before you go to argue, keep in mind the stables need to be mucked out today. what you say next could make the difference between getting to use a shovel and wheelbarrow and a sand shovel and bucket."

"..Have a good day sir."

"Smart boy!"

With Ichigo still in just his diapers and some sneakers, he was in his car seat as Renji drove the sulking boy to the adjusters office, even though Ichigo had fussed and whined he wanted to just walk.

Looking in the rear view mirror, Renji could see Ichigo was sulking big time and after taping his figures on the steering wheel for a few minutes, spoke up.

"Ichigo about this morning.." He started to say, but Ichigo cut him off.

"oh, there's nothing to say sorry about Master. You made it clear what you really thought about me Master. I'm sorry for being a inconvenience Master." Ichigo said in a respectful voice and tone, but there was venom in it.

"Look I'm trying to say sorry here, can you cut back on the brat mode for 5 freaking minutes?" Renji asked.

"Of course ..Master." Ichigo said and smirked and despite himself, Renji smirked too.

"Look you know I care about you more then a master is suppose to for his diaper fag, right?" Renji asked.

"I mean..Yeah i know..I've seen you get teased 'bout it." Ichigo said, looking down and kicking his legs softly.

"But I keep doing it, because I do care about you. even if there wasn't the diaper fag slave law I'd of likely still kept you around in thick diapers and waiting on me, and I know you'd of enjoyed every last second of it." Renji chuckled.

"ehehehe really? so so..you like my stinky diapers?" Ichigo asked, peaking up.

"well I like you so I suppose I'll put up with your stinky bum too~" Renji said and looked back and winked.

"ehehehee yayyy!" Ichigo coo'ed and cheered and clapped his hands.

"So, are we good?" Renji asked, pulling in front of the adjustment office.

"Uh-huh! Sorry for being a butt before." Ichigo said as Renji let him out of his car seat.

one big hug to daddy later and being told he'd have to walk home, and Ichigo waved bye bye and headed inside as Renji scrambled to get to the meeting on time.

Ichigo was well know and so breezed though the reception area and was in a office, waiting on his adjuster of the day while face down, ass up on a exam table, reading a comic book he'd snagged from the reception area while he waited.

"huh, and hear I thought you didn't know HOW to read..or do you just enjoy all the pretty pictures?" asked a voice that Ichigo instantly recognized.

a look over his shoulder confirmed, the ex captain of Master daddy's squad after being involved in some sort of disgrace, Byakuya.

He wasn't in his normal fancy robes or the like, and instead wore a light green nurses suit and cap and had a cart in front of him loaded with everything he would need.

"Oh great, when did this place start hiring asshole." Ichigo said.

"Careful now, you're just a slave, I can-"

"Get yourself in shit if Renji finds out you tried to send me to a detention center. you got zero threats to make so let's get this over with." Ichigo said, having never been the guys biggest fan.

"..Cocky brat." Byakuya huffed and pushed the cart in the rest of the way and closed the door.

"At least when i fell from grace it wasn't something as shameful as this.. does your family even-" Byakuya started to ask and Ichigo cut him off.

"Master took me last Christmas to see them, they got me lots of baby toys." he said looking almost bored.

"Well..I bet your old fr-" The brunette started, determined to get Ichigo blushing and ashamed.

"All know, and those who can't handle it I don't bother to try and see. Oh and my ex girlfriend knows, rumors of it are around my old school.. Yes i bounce in my shitty diapers and suck lots of dick.. Oh, what other questions did you have to try and torment me with?" Ichigo asked, listing things off on his fingers then giving a impish grin to Byakuya.

"...I really hate you." Byakuya growled and pulled on some rubber gloves.

"Awwww, me too sweetie, me too." Ichigo chuckled and blew a kiss at Byakuya.

Byakuya was fuming as he went to work, yanking down Ichigo's slightly wet diaper and examining the lock on the fag's 2 inch wonder and the size of the tubing in him, then smirked.

'Somebody fucked up~ this is the third biggest size in and on him, not second..So when I put him in first..Ohhh hehehe, you're gonna regret pissing me off..' Byakuya thought with a evil mental chuckle.

"So, Ichigo, I've heard you bragging up how despite being a lowly diaper fag slave.. you're still rather strong and can handle pain." Byakuya said, starting to put on the solvent for the special glue that was used to hold the tube in place even when Ichigo wasn't diapered.

"heh, you know it. Ain't an ass whupping I can't take and then just say 'please daddy, may I have more?'" Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice.

"Bullshit. I bet you just sob and whine the whole time and Renji just goes easy on your because your such a disgrace." The Ex captain taunted.

"Fuck and You." Ichigo huffed. "I can take anything without crying, unless tears are what Master daddy wants to see so NYAH!" with with that the orange haired big baby blew a raspberry at Byakuya.

"heh, you sure about that? how about a friendly little wager?"

"I'd Hardly call you a friend..but what ya got in mind?" Ichigo asked.

"I won't use the numbing meds so you'll feel everything as I do the final adjustment. if you end up crying from the pain of it, I get a blowjob from your legendarily talented mouth." Byakuya said.

the solvent had worked it's magic and Byakuya was gently tugging the large hollow plug out of the boys gaping ass.

"A-Ahhh.. And..and what if I win?" Ichigo challenged back. "I can't exactly get head from you when I'm gonna be locked up forever."

"heh, if you can hold your tears in, I'll let you spank me silly." Byakuya said, confident in the fact Ichigo would be bawling soon.

"heh, not good enough. I get to spank you THEN diaper you." Ichigo said, giggling like crazy even as his once tight hole now a massive cave of a asshole twitched and throbbed.

"I uh.." Byakuya hesitated at that. it wasn't again, like he thought Ichigo had a snow ball's chance in hell of actually beating him, but the mental image of him sobbing and sucking his thumb while this diaper fag slave pampered him brought a big blush to his cheeks, and a tent to his pants,.

"If your too chicken that's ok, you can add the numbing cream." Ichigo chuckled and made a few clucking noises before going to go back to his comic book.

"nggg deal!" Byakuya said, huffing and angry.

between the why boner and his honor being insulted he wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

"heh Ok, but no take backies~" Ichigo purred and looked over his shoulder winking.

for a second, Byakuya had the sinking feeling that rather then Ichigo walking into his trap..he'd just walked into Ichigo's.

Ichigo smirked, it was just SO easy with some guys to turn their ego against them. even daddy could be played like that if Ichigo wanted to keep it up all the time. but the big baby found it was easier and more fun to wear down on a daddy over the long term and get them wrapped around your little finger then going with short term trickery.

Buttt every now and there there was a guy who just needed to be tricked into pampers and clearly this was the case here.

Ichigo felt kinda, funny without his plug in him. while with the first one it had been horribly invasive now it was a soothing comfort though out the day and he was missing it big time.

It was also weird as he sat up and spread his legs, having the cock cage removed, without it on the air in the room seemed almost chilly to Ichigo's once might cock.

when he'd started all of this he'd had a 8 inch rod of fuck meat but now with careful training he had all of two inches, and it couldn't even get hard anymore though he could still cum.

"Ready for your final cage? the locking WILL be permanent so if you wanted to tug on your little worm a few times before it goes on, I'll let you." Byakuya said smirking.

Ichigo raised a eyebrow at that, such kindness wasn't like Byakuya, so they had to be a trick here. Still, it wasn't like he was ever gonna get a shot at this again and he nodded, reach down with a finger and thumb.

and then wince and drew his hand away FAST as the sensations were way too much for Ichigo and he was gasping and panting.

"H-Holy shit.. that was..was.."

"Yeah, normally your weenie is coated in numbing cream, but not this time and it hasn't felt your touch in QUITE some time~" Byakuya laughed then went on. "Even if I did give you permission to jerk off, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it, you'd over load."

"So..so by taking your bet.." Ichigo whimpered and glared.

"You lost out on your ONE right as a diaper fag, one last wank before permanent chastity. I know, ain't I a stinker?"

"...I'm gonna enjoy making you waddle around in massive diapers." Ichigo huffed.

"Huh? hey the deal was-" Byakuya started to say but got cut off.

"that i could diaper you. not put one diaper on, or two, just i diaper you, which implies as I see fit." Ichigo said and smirked even as his dicklet bounced and throbbed.

"..Oh shit." Byakuya whimpered, for the first time super worried.

being in massive diapers and around this place? if he was seen he'd be on the slave block before supper.

Threat made Ichigo made use of a ice cube to get his dickie to shrink down and relax, though he was rocking back and forth and blowing air out in hisses as he did so. Still, he kept from crying which was the important thing.

the cage looked WAY smaller then Ichigo would of expected but he laid on his back and covered his face with a pillow as Byakuya went to put it on, so he wouldn't have to watch.

"ah ah ah, no cheating and hiding your tears." Byakuya scolded and tugged the pillow away. "If you don't wanna watch just close your eyes."

Ichigo huffed but shut his eyes tight and whimpered as Byakuya started to force the 1/4 a inch cage onto Ichigo's soft member, Making Ichigo yelp and cry out but his eyes stayed dry the whole time and then with a click the lock was sealed, and Ichigo's cock would NEVER be freed again.

Of course while all the other cages had had a cleaning Kido inside of them to make sure he didn't get crotch rot, this one had a much stronger version since the only way to remove it now would be to well, castrate Ichigo.

"I'm Impressed, dry eyes still!" Byakuya chuckled and gave a mock clap. "Of course I didn't expect you to really break down sobbing just from having your useless nub that was once fuck meat caged. it'll be when THIS goes in." and he paused and held up the LARGE hollow plug for Ichigo to get a good look at it.

The shear size of it would put Renji to shame and Ichigo almost wondered if Renji's cock might of fit in the tubing as he reached out and ran a hand over it.

"Jesus titty fucking Christ! That's the last size?! what happened to a gradual build up!?" He whimpered, gulping hard.

"heh, Yup, and you're gonna look SO cute trying to adjust to it with my cock down your throat. now assume the position and get ready to bawl." Byakuya chuckled, taking the plug back and lubing it up.

"U-Uh Byakuya.. Let's say I go ahead and concede defeat now..and Promise to still blow you..can..can you give me the numbing med before putting that in?" Ichigo mewed, slowly moving back to face down ass up.

the fear and worry in his voice is what did it, and Byakuya while he wanted to make the brat suffer, was just too damn nice in his old age.

"Finnne. but this better be one HELL of a fucking blow job!" Byakuya grumbled, making it sound like he had all the problems in the world.

"Oh that's one thing that was never in doubt. I'm the best cock sucker there is." Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice. "Master daddy Has entered me in competitions and everything! I-"

"Blew them all away, to pardon the pun?" Byakuya asked and snorted at his own bad pun.

"Man, and I thought my diapers stunk.."

with the numbing gel applied and a injection to further dull Ichigo's ass (they weren't worried about destroying any bowel control for well, obvious reasons) Byakuya placed a firm had on Ichigo's lower back to help keep his still and then gently pressed the tip of the monster sized anal invader to Ichigo's boi cunt.

"Fast and hard or slow an easy?" Byakuya asked, planning on doing the reverse of what ever the big baby fag wanted.

"ah..ah..fuckkkk~" Ichigo mewed, just the tip was in him and despite the drugs he could feel it and he was starting to leak cock drool despite the cage. "S-Slow and easy please." he moaned, wanting to draw this out and enjoy it.

Byakuya smirked, and like he had planed, went with fast and hard and rammed the plug in all at once, making Ichigo cried out 'GOO GOO GAGA!' as he shot out a load from his caged dicklet then collapsed on the examination bed, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out.. Little chibi sissy baby Toshiro's dancing around his head from his POV.

"..I think I broke him." Byakuya said with a sweat drop, then shrugged and started to get to work making sure the plug would stay in for the rest of Ichigo's life, with how long one's soul could last in the soul society was going to be a long, long, time.

The process of making it permanent was done in steps that Ichigo likely hadn't of even noticed, the very same lube that had helped the beast slid in had also doubled as a adhesive once some Kido was channeled though it. adding onto that Byakuya was squirting in extra adhesive around the edges after tugging the beast back out a little, then pushed the monster back in and activated his Kido.

With the orange haired faggot locked and plugged for life, Byakuya rolling him over on his back and while Ichigo was still recovering from his orgasm, got him thickly diapered in 6 terrycloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants that Renji had dropped off at the center when he'd made this appointment.

"ah..ah ba what?" Ichigo coo'ed, blinking rapid and sitting up, wiggling his fat diapered bottom.

"welcome back to the land of the living. I was worried I was gonna have to send you home by taxi and drop by for my BJ later." Byakuya said with a sneer.

"ah shit..I did agree to that didn't I?" Ichigo whined.

"Yup yup~ so get down on your knees and make it snappy, I got anther diaper fag to seal in like 10 minutes." Byakuya said and then fished out his 6 inch dong and stroked it a few times.

"heh, If I'm right about you, that's 8 minutes and 40 seconds more then I'll need. You like like a quick shot." Ichigo said, but he was a fag of his word and got on his knees, shuddering softly as the plug shifting and pressed on him.

the feeling made Ichigo let out a soft moan and lean into Byakuya's crotch and then eagerly take the semi impressive member into his mouth.

Of course Ichigo was used to Renji and others thick and longer cocks but considering just how worked up he was still this was just what the doctor ordered and if he shut his eyes and blocked it out, he could pretend it was someone he didn't think was a total fucktard.

"Oh F-Fuck!" Byakuya gasped, ruining the illusion and griping onto Ichigo's head. "Y-Your mouth..it's fucking amazing!" The ex Captain squealed, little stars in his eyes.

'heh, yup, and your never getting anther BJ from me again unless Renji approves it..and he hates you more then I do.' Ichigo chuckled mentally, knowing he was forever ruining head for the fucktard.

using his triple swirl touage lashing move, Ichigo brought Byakuya to a orgasm in under a minute and swallowed the brunettes rather weak load with ease and pulled off.

"Man, don't jerk off so often if your gonna be feeding cock suckers, we prefer a thick and creamy load." Ichigo scolded.

"I...I'll keep that in mind.." Byakuya moaned softly, falling onto his ass, pants still down and his now soft 4 inch cock still leaking out left over jizz as Ichigo got up and smirked.

"Thanks for the snack, and try and get yourself together, you don't wanna be caught like this and end up pampered right?" Ichigo asked and then laughed as Byakuya's cock twitched and shot out a second weak and small load. "Then again.." was all he said and then left.

Feeling super happy with himself even if he was walking a little funny, trying to get used the the plug, Ichigo started to make his way home whistling softly and waving at people.

he was of course well know as Captain Renji's diaper fag slave and as such people should of known that messing with him was a bad idea but even in a well run place like the soul society there was a couple of bad egg's.

Case and point two hoods were currently in a Ally and scanning the crowd looking for a good target to kidnap and ransom.

they were both in blue jeans and dirty beat up stained white top, and had shoulder length black hair and were almost identical save for the fact one had a beard while the other was clean shaven.

"So, what cha think, any good targets?" beard asked.

"Nah, Just a bunch of normal folk..the rich ain't out shopping t'day..Waittt..Hold the phone.." non beard said, and took out a specialized mini scope and focused it on Ichigo, who had stopped and was talking to a street vendor selling fruits. "This one has promise.. according to the scans he belongs to a high ranking captain."

"Wait, Ichigo? man, even I know who he belongs too..you sure you wanna risk getting on the bad side of Renji?"

"he's a well known softy, he always favors paying ransom's and not hurting the kidnappers because it encourages them not to hurt the hostage.All we'll have to worry about is changing diapers." non beard said and handed over the scope to beard.

"Ngggh.. not reading much for a spirit energy..I suppose this cou-" beard was cut off as while he was scanning Ichigo, he turned and looked right at them despite the crowd being in the way and then seemed to vanish.

Suddenly there was a force on the back of both of the would be kidnappers heads and they found themselves on the ground and being kept there by one hand each.

"You know, it's rude to stare AND talk about people behind their backs right?" Ichigo asked, smirking.

"H-How did you?" Beard asked, struggling.

"You didn't have a reading even close to suggesting you can do this!" non beard yelped.

"Oh that.. Master daddy got me a special device that let's me hid my spirit energy so I can take out would be kidnappers like you. Plus it helps me not only be the bestest cock sucking diaper fag slave ever, but a damn good body guard." Ichigo chuckled, Placing a knee on each of their back's after turning around, facing their butts. "Now, I'm not gonna turn you in to the cops because they'll just beat you or worse, but you gotta understand I can't just let you two off without some form of punishment right?"

"W-What are you gonna do to use?" No beard asked, twisting his head and seeing the massive diaper butt closer then he'd like by his head.

"Please don't sit on our heads!" Beard pleaded.

"..Oh I didn't even think of That! I'm just gonna yank your undies up so hard you're gonna be tasting them for a month."

"..That's..better?" No beard said.

"I'm glad you agree, but your consent isn't really a deciding factor here." Ichigo said and then grabbed a waist band in either hand.

the screams that came out of the ally were only matched by the site second later as the two would be kidnappers ran out with the back of their undies over their foreheads.

The rest of the walk home after that was uneventful, though Ichigo had to laugh when he got back home.

Toshiro had apparently let his minor role of power in the absence of Renji or Ichigo go to his head as he was lounging on a sofa and sipping from a glass of ice cold grape juice that was being held by a slave while anther one was fanning him with a big leaf and a third was holding up a book for him and turning the pages for him as he gave the signal.

"Are we having fun?" Ichigo asked, snicking slightly.

the effect was instant with Toshiro sitting up and blushing and looking at the other slave's and glaring.

"I told you baka's to warn me when Ichigo was coming back!" he growled.

"And YOU know better then to lord your position like this. " Ichigo said. "They're not the ones who are in deep doo doo Toshiro, you are."

"I..I am?" Toshiro squeaked, the back of his pretty pink diapers balloon out and drooping as he paled.

"...Nah I'm just fucking with ya. everyone let's it go to their head the first time. Do it again though and I WILL tell Renji. and don't even THINK about trying to punish the others. Now finish up your pooping, then go and help finish mucking out the stables."

"..Yes sir." Toshiro grumbled.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and while Ichigo was worried when Master wasn't home by dusk,he knew how long these things could take.

Stepping up he made sure al the slaves got their daily baths in and were in clean clothes, and got a belly full of food before sending them to their quarters for the night to just relax and have fun while he waited on Master daddy.

as the hours went by Ichigo got the feeling Renji had been roped into going out to the bar after with the other captain's and knew Renji couldn't turn down the offer without getting more teasing about how he preferred the company of cute boys who crapped their pants over adults, so he didn't fault Renji for going, but he vowed to himself he'd stay up as late as needed to make sure to greet his loving master daddy when he got home.

So naturally he was conked out and asleep on the couch by 10 pm.

Renji yawned as he made his way into his house. it was 1 in the morning and he had to admit, once he'd gotten the others to shut the fuck up about his boi's he'd actually had some fun with them. He hadn't had as much to drink as the others since these days he tended to get hung over rather easy and he hated how scared and worried his slaves got when he was sick.

Making his way into the living room he was greeted by a familiar smell and looked over to see Ichigo asleep on the couch with his thumb in his mouth and a small blanket covering his chest and a shit swelled diaper around his hips.

'Heh, must of tried to stay up for me..Maybe I should of called home.' Renji thought with a smile.

Despite what Ichigo might think, Renji didn't actually mind the smell of a stinky diaper (he'd hardly of filled his mansion with a bunch of diaper pooping fag's if he had) and so he came over and gently scooped up Ichigo in his arms, cradling the little stinker to his chest and headed for the bedroom.

"Ngggh..Hiii daddy.." Ichigo said, half waking up and coo'ing softly.

"Hey stinker. having a good sleep?"

"Uh-huh." Ichigo said and nodded his head.

"well thats good. you can just go back to sleep sweetie. Daddies gonna tuck us into his bed."

"Oh..Otay." Ichigo coo'ed and just snuggled into Renji's chest, closing his cute eyes and drifting back off.

Yeah, being a captain and owning so many slaves could be a head ache at times, but there wasn't one thing about any of this that Renji would ever change.

The end

[artnerd1123]

Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Docked and Loaded ——————————————

The ship finally arrives at the newly established Sector G base on a new planet. Hopefully, start of work goes smoothly. Hopefully the logs are functioning well, too... 

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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once again i am chopping a chapter in half to keep it from getting too long. anyway!!! more normal crewmate troubles n dorkiness with some ominous vibes for Flavor (tm).  hopefully the next part will come out sometime soon! enjoy this for now!

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Mission Log 10

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.86 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.83 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP ONLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Updates by PINK still taking well to system. Travel into sector G uneventful. Crew bonding time worked into today’s schedule, all crew in attendance for at least an hour. Crew performing normal activities.

                                                ===+===+===

Mission Log 15

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems:

Navigation: COURSE REACHED / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.72 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.68 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Weapons: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UPDATING FOR MISSION / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: [SKELD D34-H120] docked at [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] successfully. No transport issues to report. All supplies for transport intact and in transfer process to base. Mission files currently integrating to ship system. Crew integrating to mission base to assist in tasks, exploration, and supply dropoff. Weapons and shields offline to align with docking procedures. Course will remain unlaid until HQ supplies further information.

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It had been a good long while since Bunbun worked on an exploration ship. She’d been stuck updating supply line SKELDs for awhile, and got bogged down repairing virus bound code in defensive SKELDs for longer. Exploration ships were like little breathers in the middle. It meant she just had to worry about one ship, once all the updates were done. She could sit and watch the stars. Make a friend, if she was lucky. And, on days like these, it meant she’d be helping out with something bigger. Planet 236-OCE-849 was a gorgeous world. A new one, too! Sector G was largely new to HQ. They had high hopes for the planets and inhabitants. This one in particular was the first they’d set up a base on. Crashing waves and strange colorful formations were the source of many rumors across the airwaves. Bun had been unable to see the planet’s surface as they descended, but the views before they made landing preparations were breathtaking. Most of it was enveloped by an ocean. The water bound world was like a painted marble, little bits of vibrant colors poking through. She’d never seen land so vivid. It made her all the more eager to get down to the surface.

The door of the ship opened with a loud hiss of pressurized air. Metal clanked against itself as the two halves pulled themselves apart, the groaning making everything in the vicinity go still. Of course, what happened afterwards was anything but. The gangplank was already lowered, so the cooped up crewmates came scrambling out. Captain Groud was first, their voice echoing back towards the ship as they called for the Mission Lead. Silk trailed after, one of xyr robots hot on xyr heels. Rose and Laser went off as a pair, aiming to tend to any wounded and check how defenses were going. Nanner emerged with supplies already loaded, a couple crewmates from the planet coming to help her transport them where needed. Lemon and Junior were off to check the base’s energy status, the son sticking anxiously close to his father. River, to no one’s surprise, sauntered off the ship to go find somewhere to lounge. Groud said he’d help when they needed him, but from the looks the rest of the crew gave, there was probably a fat chance. That left Bunbun walking down the gangplank last. She was glad now that she’d pulled down her solar visor. The light outside was nearly blinding compared to the ship’s lobby. Around her she could see miles and miles of open sea, the bluish purple waves almost hauntingly familiar. Like an echo of the blue green waters she had back at home… I wonder why the water here is more purple… I bet Rose might know. She only took her eyes off the ocean when something crunched under her boot. She drew back hastily, afraid she’d stepped on some planetary inhabitant- only to draw in a sharp breath from surprise. The ground she stood on was a bright pastel orange. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made out of some sort of… finely webbed rock? Coral, she realized, eyes widening. Her gaze snapped up to the island they’d landed on. The whole thing looked like a fractured rainbow, colors radiating across the ground. It was all made of the same webbed rock- coral, as she’d remembered. The realization had her bouncing on her heels. I’m standing on an island made of coral!!! She took another hesitant step. It crunched again under her foot. She couldn’t keep herself from giggling as she kept moving, feet dancing over coral that shifted from orange to yellow to green to purple. A myriad of colors, and all so bright!!! She’d never laid eyes on anything quite like it. “Enjoying the scenery?” a voice called, snapping Bun out of her happy dance. She froze in place, instantly standing to attention and trying not to drop her tablet. Another voice laughed, the sound carrying closer as her face flushed. When Groud’s star patched green and Silk’s beat up purple came into view, she let herself breathe. Ok. So. She hadn’t entirely made a fool out of herself. These two, at least, knew who she was. “M-maybe a little, Captain, eheheh,” she called sheepishly. “I’ve never been on a planet with coral islands before.” “Well, it’s a treat for you then!” Groud laughed. “Hey, if you’re not busy, why don’t you go head down to the power room?” “Oh, are the base crewmates busy?” Bun blinked. “Yeah, a little,” Groud nodded. “There’s a lot going on. Lots to update and lots to move.” “That, and Lemon ‘n Junior said they might need some help,” Silk added. Between you and me, I think they just want someone they can rely on to help figure the energy out.” Bunbun’s face flushed again, the warmth from Groud’s voice and Silk’s visor-shadowed smile buoying her mood higher. She’d only been with this crew a few days, but they trusted her this much? … Honestly, she couldn’t tell if that was foolish or not. But things needed fixing, and her crewmates needed help. So, off she went.

The base layout was pretty standard. It was a bit compressed to fit the strange coral island, but they’d managed to fit everything in about the right place. Lucky for Bun, she didn’t have too far to go. The building to the gangplank’s right would give her access to Electrical’s courtyard. The crunching of multicolored polyps beneath her feet made her smile with giddiness, picking up the pace to get inside the base. The door was already left open- standard procedure for operating periods- so she strolled right through. Nobody seemed to be waiting for her in the building’s lobby. She’d guess they were all outside, if it weren’t for a few voices. She could hear a couple people down in the security area. River and some other security crewmates, if her auditory memory served. They were talking pretty boisterously. She hooked a hasty left out towards the courtyard, eager to move on before one of them noticed her. The courtyard was once again standard. Four generators, one control panel along the outside wall, and cagey wire fencing around the edges. Bunbun found herself wondering once again what that was meant to keep out. On a new planet like this, nobody really knew what to expect. It could be anything. Images of creeping beasts and flashing eyes started to bubble up, so she shoved the thought out of her mind. It was fine! The fence would do its job, surely. Just as she would do hers. It’s fine. Lemon and Junior were standing before the control panel, their confused chatter making Bun glad they enlisted her help. From the frustrated looks on their faces, they needed it. They should teach more cross system repair in the academy… oh dear… “You two need some help?” Bun called, striding over to the panel. The pair looked up, relief instantly appearing on their faces. “Bunbun, thank fuck,” Lemon sighed. He leaned against the wall, pulling his goggles back up over unruly red hair. “we’re really goin through the ringer here…” “Y-yeah, uh, any help would be really appreciated,” Junior added sheepishly. He fiddled with his tablet, nervous fingers closing out a couple HQ manual tabs. “Of course, guys,” Bunbun smiled shyly. She tilted her head at the open panel, a mess of wires greeting her. Well. That was. Not encouraging. Her brows furrowed the more she looked, eyes trying to trace input to output and back. “... ok. I uh. I see several problems here.” “That’s an understatement,” Lemon snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Did you make sure to take the relevant systems offline?” Bun asked. “Already done,” Junior nodded. He held up his tablet, a couple tabs pulled up to show electrical systems operating on reserve. “We can’t keep it offline for too long, or else the lights are gonna go out. Which, um, wouldn’t be super fun.” “Right, we’ll have to move fast,” Bunbun replied. “I think I can manage that.” Rubbing her hands together, she eyed the mess of wires before them. She’d handled worse, right? This wouldn’t take too terribly long. It was only when she remembered the other two were watching that her confidence faltered. Was she supposed to help? Was it even ok to take over here??? “... Is, um, is it ok if I… uh… manage it…?” She chuckled timidly, scuffing a boot on the ground. “By all means, dear,” Lemon chuckled, giving her a little dramatic bow as he moved back. “I’ll give you all the space you need.” “Just remember we’re here to help if you need!” Junior offered, scooting back to his dad’s side. He smiled nervously, the sun flashing off his visor as he shifted a bit in place. Gathering courage, if his next little quip was anything to go by. “We might, uh, know the reactor better, but we still know our way around a pair of wire cutters! Eheheheh...” Bunbun smiled gratefully at them both. “Of course, thank you. I’m, um, gonna get on this as fast as I can.” With that, she fixed her attention on the wires once more. Whoever set this base up hadn’t been picky about organization. She could fix that easy enough. She’d just… start by sorting the colors. Taking a breath, the electrician hefted up her tablet, free hand reaching carefully for the nearest red wire. Yeah. This would be over in a sinch. And maybe later, she could go explore a bit more. The thought made her grin wide, fingers flying between wires even faster. Oh, yes. Seeing some more of this beautiful planet would be worth any circuitry headaches. She’d just have to remember to add this to the ship’s log later…

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SHIP SYSTEM REALTIME LOG: System setting: DOCKED [STORAGE AND VENT MONITORING]

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems: 

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

…

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: MATERIAL BUILDUP DETECTED  

Vents: CLEAR

…

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

[spohkh]

miracle on cornelia street [dean/castiel]

so BASICALLY sarah @adanceinasnowglobe and i were talking about what everyone would be up to post-series -- yknow, like, now that theyre all safe and healthy n everythings cool and destiel is officially together. yknow. as happened in canon -- and we were like so obviously destiel get a house, and thats kind of the basis of this verse so !! this is the foundational fic for what i HOPE will be a series of fun lil day-in-the-life drabbles, from both me and sarah!! 

ehehehe :-) enjoy!

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The house is a quaint thing, sitting low and snug under a pair of shady oak trees in a quiet suburb just outside of downtown Lawrence. Its brickwork face is weathered—definitely in need of a good power wash—and the roof is just as worn. The bottom step to the porch slants unevenly, and the porch itself has cracks in the concrete. There are chips in the paint on the window frames, the iron porch railing is rusting, and who knows when the gutters were last given a proper cleaning.

There’s a lot of work to be done, but standing there in the small front lawn, Dean Winchester can’t say if he’s ever seen anyplace else so perfect as the house at 3767 Cornelia Street. Dean’s house—his home. His home with Cas.

“Can you believe it?” he quietly says to Miracle, who has been sitting patiently by Dean’s leg. Miracle tilts her head and wags her tail. Dean looks back up at the house. “Yeah, me neither.”

The sound of a familiar car rumbling up the road snaps Dean out of his reverie. He rubs a knuckle at his eye and clears his throat and tries to look like he hadn’t been standing in his front yard about to cry while talking to his dog, christ.

The car rolls to a stop on the curb just in front of the house. The driver’s side door opens, and Sam slowly unfolds his ridiculous limbs as he gets out. It’s always a wonder how he can fit himself into a car at all. Sam gives a dorky little wave as he ambles over to where Dean is standing.

Dean peers behind Sam, trying to see into the car. “What, no Eileen?”

“Hello to you, too. Dick,” he replies snarkily. “She’s wrapping up a work thing. She’ll come over when she’s done.”

Dean sucks his teeth in disappointment. “Ah, well. Guess you can go home then.” Sam shoves at his shoulder. Dean just laughs and pulls Sam in for a proper hello hug.

“Why are you standing out here, anyway?” Sam asks when they part.

“Can’t a man just hang out in his own front yard? Accompanied by a dashing canine companion?” He leans down to pat Miracle on the head.

“I guess…” Sam looks down at Miracle. When she tips her head up and gazes back at him, Sam snorts.

“What?”

“Miracle on Cornelia Street,” Sam says with mirth.

Dean squints at him. “What?” he repeats, now more incredulous.

“You know—like Miracle on 34th Street. But we’re on Cornelia, so.” He nods down at the dog. “Miracle on Cornelia Street.”

“Dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam’s goofy grin and starts walking up the path to the house, Miracle trotting behind him. “Shut up and come inside already.”

Sam follows after him, pausing just inside the threshold as he spots something on the doorframe. “Oh, classy,” he says, throwing a sardonic look to where D.W. and C.W. are scratched into the wood.

“Just wait,” Dean jokes with a toothy smile, “when I got the time I’m gonna draw a little heart around it.” He was joking, but now that he said it, he kind of wanted to.

Cas looks up from the stove when they walk into the dining room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old AC/DC tees, the logo all but worn away from being washed so many times. He’s usually in some ratty tee or other when lounging around these days. But in honor of Sam’s visit today (Cas’ words) and to seem a little more dressy short of donning his usual button-downs (Dean’s private opinion), he’s also wearing the cable-knit cardigan Sam got him as a gift last Christmas. “Hi, Sam.”

Sam leans against the counter that separates the dining and kitchen areas, craning his giraffe neck to catch a glimpse at the stove. “Hey, Cas! What’cha cooking?”

“Nothing. Dean made it. I was just watching the pot so it didn’t boil over.” He locks eyes with Dean, his intent stare very clearly communicating I did not touch the chili I added nothing I did not touch the dial I was just watching it like you asked so don’t even start.

Dean just smiles as he walks past the counter and steps into Cas’ space. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and busses Cas on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Cas replies warmly. He’s gazing up at Dean with those summer afternoon blue eyes, standing in one of Dean’s shirts and that dorky cardigan, and Dean starts to get full of that feeling from out in the front yard again. If they were alone, Dean would probably say something recklessly sappy like I am so stupid in love with you.

As it is, Dean clears his throat and turns back to Sam, slinging an arm around Cas’ shoulders, and says, “He did the salad.”

Cas sneaks him a knowing look before, thankfully, putting his attention on Sam without commenting on Dean’s hasty redirection. “I did the salad,” Cas agrees blithely, and places the salad bowl on the counter for Sam to see, seeming pleased with himself.

Sam looks between the two of them, an amused tilt to his eyebrow that Dean implicitly distrusts. He’s definitely thinking mocking thoughts about the two of them. But he just quirks a smile and says, “It looks great.” Shrewd little diplomat.

Cas shifts to the side to see past Sam’s shoulder. Sam glances behind himself before shooting Cas a confused look.

“She’s still at work,” Dean tells Cas, guessing who he’s looking for. “Sadly.”

“What, am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are,” Cas promises earnestly, just as Dean says, “Well…”

Sam’s opening his mouth to retort, probably something absolutely scathing, when his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket, a smile spreading over his face. “Speak of the devil,” he says, then tips his head with a grimace, “as it were. That was Eileen. She’ll be here soon, so I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Bathroom’s down the hall—“

“Dude, I know where it is. I did help you guys move in.”

Dean spreads his hands in assent. “Fine, christ, I swear never to be a good host to you in my home ever again. Go ahead and go take your dump now.”

“I’m not gonna—ohmygodnevermind.” He turns on his heel and huffs down the hall, Miracle trotting after him, the tags on her collar clinking together jauntily.

Dean reaches past Cas to turn the burner off, then lands his hand on Cas’ hip. “Have I told you today how cute you are in that sweater?”

“Yes.” Cas brings his hands up to cradle Dean’s face. “Four times.”

“Make it five.” Dean kisses him. He pulls Cas into a hug, pressing his face against Castiel’s shoulder. They sway into each other. After a warm moment, Dean says in a low voice, “The first family dinner in our house.”

Cas hums a soft, contented sound in agreement. “The first of many,” he responds, just as quiet. Dean squeezes him tighter. He knows they’re both thinking about Jack and Claire, their bedrooms sitting empty and waiting for whenever they can find the time to visit—and Kaia and Alex and Jody with Claire, if they can, and Charlie and her girlfriend, and Bobby, and all the other wayward extensions of their sprawling family caught out in the wind. Their house isn’t big enough to host everyone, but with Sam and Eileen up the block and the bunker just a few miles out, there’s plenty of room to put up people who come out their way. Dean has the hope that 3767 Cornelia Street becomes a common pitstop for folks—a suburban Roadhouse, a tidier (much tidier) Singer Salvage.

Dean presses a kiss against Cas’ neck, and Cas breathes a sweet little sigh that pushes all thoughts about future dinners right out the window. Fuck, this dinner could go out the window, for all he cares. He kisses a little higher up, right under Cas’ jawline, before pulling back to catch Castiel’s darkened gaze. “How ‘bout we ditch the nag and go have a private party of our own?”

“Dean, no. I worked really hard on that salad.” He sounds perfectly serious, but the playful glint in his eye gives him away. Dean snorts, mumbling oh, forgive me, Chef Cas as he leans in again.

Just as they kiss, Sam walks back in. “Hey, I think something’s wrong with your sink–- oh, sorry.”

“Huh?” Dean reluctantly pulls away as Sam clears his throat, looking sheepish. “What’s wrong with what, Sammy?”

“Uh, with your bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, what, you clogged the toilet?”

“Wha— N—  I DID NOT SHIT IN YOUR BATHROOM.”

“Then how did the toilet get messed up?”

“It’s the SINK, the SINK—”

“You took a shit in the sink?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean…”

“What? He started it.”

“Started WHAT?”

Dean snaps his fingers. “The end of the world.”

“Oh! My god!”

“I guess technically, yeah, since god is our kid...” He turns to Cas. “Weird, weird lives we lead.”

Cas just shakes his head, clearly exasperated. Sam has given up on speaking completely and has fallen back on making a gesture like he’s one second away from grabbing Dean by the throat.

“I was there for all twelve years of it,” Sam says to Cas, “and I still can’t believe you stayed with this guy.”

“Well,” Cas muses serenely, “you’ve been here a lot longer than me.”

Sam grimaces when Dean throws him his best shit-eating grin. Nothing like his two favorite people bonding over how much of a pain he is.

The sound of the front door opening distracts them, and then a voice calls, “Knock knock! The life of the party has arrived!”

“Eileen!” Sam exclaims happily. Miracle takes off down the hall, Sam hot on her heels.

Dean chuckles at Sam’s unabashed excitement, then gives Castiel another peck on the cheek before moving away from him. “Can you put everything out on the table? I’ll go check out the bathroom sitch real quick.”

Cas catches his hand as he starts to leave, softly saying his name. When Dean looks back at him, Cas smiles and says, “I love you.”

Dean wonders if maybe three time’s the charm and he should just give in to what his body wants him to do. If a man has a right to stand around and cry messily anywhere in his own home, surely the kitchen would be the place to do it. The kitchen, after all, is the heart of any house.

But Dean doesn’t. He indulges in a little sniffle, Cas’ eyes glimmering with knowing in the soft light. Dean brings Cas’ hand to his mouth and kisses the neat gold band around his finger, and he kisses each peaked knuckle, and he turns Cas’ hand over and kisses his palm and his wrist. Then he lets go and puts his own hand against Cas’ cheek, and says his recklessly sappy thing: “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

And the glowing feeling inside him doesn’t settle, only grows brighter.

Whatever’s wrong with the sink will be just one more thing to a long list of shit to deal with. Their house needs work, no denying. But Dean knows they’ve got plenty of time.

[skelebonecentral]

Hothouse Rose chapter 6

Gotta get that last Fell boy into shape!

(words under cut) And remember, the pictures for the Lust boys are all six up on my main undertale blog.

Whip stared at his brother.

“AND TELL ME AGAIN WHY YOU’RE IN MY ROOM, GLARING LIKE I MELTED YOUR WHOLE SHOP?”

“cause ya ain’t actin’ like part of the family anymore and I wanna know why.” Spice was leaning back against Whip’s door, blocking all exit. “ever since baby doll came, you’ve been sulkin’ and hidin’ from’em and I don’t appreciate it. I know ya ain’t a coward, so what is it?”

Whip’s skull began to color in anger, standing to his full height, “BECAUSE THAT HUMAN IS NOT GOING TO LAST. I’VE SEEN THE HUMANS AROUND HERE, AND NONE OF THEM WOULD ACCEPT US IF THEY KNEW THE FULL EXTENT OF WHO AND WHAT WE ARE. THEIR URGES ARE TAMPED DOWN WITH IRON RODS AND CLOSED OFF EXCEPT FOR THE MOST TABOO AND PRIVATE MOMENTS. OR IN OPEN DISPLAYS IN THE SEEDY UNDERBELLY OF THEIR WORLD AND THOSE WHO PARTICIPATE OFTEN END UP DEAD.”

“I know that.” Spice was unmoved by this aggressive display. He was not afraid of his baby brother. “I’ve done my research on what gettin’ my shop going up here would entail, an’ it wasn’t pretty. but bro, just cause it’s private for them don’t mean they ain’t capable of openin’ up. just gotta work harder for it.”

Whip’s hands were gripped into fists, and even though he was looking down, Spice noticed his gaze was on the floor next to him, not on himself, “AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THOSE FRIVOLOUS OTHERS FALLS FOR THEM? OR GETS THE INTEREST FOR A ROMP, HM? WHAT THEN?”

“apparently that already happened today. Boa. Baby doll got embarrassed but they’re still pals.”

Whip flinched hearing that, his glare getting more intense, “SO YOU’RE SAYING THEY AREN’T GOING TO TURN ON US? THAT I’M BEING RIDICULOUS?”

“no, I’m sayin’ you don’t need to try an’ protect yourself so hard.” Spice sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, “bro, you usually aren’t closed off like this with people you don’t trust. You’re good at making them think you like’em so they slip up. why are ya actin’ like a frightened cat? All puffed up and angry?”

Whip’s sockets were filling with red magic, “BECAUSE AT LEAST IF I KEEP THEM AWAY IT WON’T HURT HAVING TO LEAVE.”

“there’s the issue,” Spice walked over to where Whip was shaking in place, quickly putting his arms around him, “ya do like ‘em, then?”

“YES.” The answer was wet and miserable, “THEY’RE EVERYTHING PAPYRUS SAID, AND EVEN WITH SUGAR BEING CAUTIOUS, I CAN’T FIND A REASON NOT TO. SANS…” Whip slowly collapsed to his knees and held Spice tight, “I’ve…I’ve never been so close to someone who actually met my standards. They’re kind, and they care about our alternates, and they’re smart, and funny and beautiful and…Sans, I’m so scared to let myself go because we’re going to lose them.”

Spice rubbed his back gently, “I know, bro. but that’s why we gotta try an’ enjoy it, right? when we’re back in that shithole, we gotta have memories to get us through. Cause what good is it pushin’ away good things just cause they won’t last? Just means you spend more time bein’ sad than ya had ta.”

“I don’t know if my soul can take it, though,” Whip whined, hiding his sockets against Spice’s shoulder. “You know how lonesome it was at home and finding someone like y/n here…it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I found an angel and have to give them up.”

“y’know I understand that, probably better than most,” Spice gave his back a pat, making him let loose so he could sit down, “bro, I get it, but like I said, enjoy it while we can. cause once it’s gone, we ain’t gettin’ another chance.”

Whip sat next to him on the bed and leaned over, head on his shoulder, “You’re right, as usual, brother. I just…I’m used to causing pain, not feeling it. It’s difficult to manage.”

“yeah. but you can do it. I know ya can. cause I’ll be right with ya the whole time.”

After a while, just the slow hum of Whip’s computer and the breeze outside, Whip asked, “What did it feel like when you got to hold them, Sans?”

“real nice,” Spice purred a bit, “their whole body is soft, bro. hair, skin, hands, all pillows. Ehehe, they’d be mad if I said that to’em, though. they’re workin’ with their buddies and pap to get in shape. Spend half an hour outside every afternoon with’em in their leggings and sport top. Nice ta watch.”

Whip nodded, “And do they mind flirtations too much?”

“they’re gettin’ better about it, but you still have ta be careful how far ya go. don’t get all out explicit, but suggestive is fine. They actually shot one back at Sugar yesterday, even if it was kinda weak.”

“Good.” He took a deep breath and sighed as he let it out, “I’m going to try to amend my mistake of avoiding them, but it’ll take some time. Please keep me from making an ass of myself anymore.”

“I’ll try, but I dunno much about donkeys,” Spice quipped, only to get pushed onto the bed as Whip got up in irritation. “ehehehe, sorry, bro, but you walked inta that one.”

“I DID AND I HATE IT.”

--

You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast after waking up late on a rare Friday holiday when Whip walked in. Normally, he’d instantly walk back out looking frustrated, but today he stayed.

It was weird, and you watched as he walked to the fridge, got a bottle of a chocolate protein drink, and sat down near you.

“HUMAN, I….HMGH,” he started, picking at the wrapper on the outside of his drink till he could get the lit loose, “Y/N. I’VE BEEN…COLD TO YOU, TO SAY THE LEAST.”

“Yes.” Where is he going with this?

“I THOUGHT…WELL, I SHOULD EXPLAIN WHY. OR AT LEAST APOLOGIZE FOR IT.��� He grimaced while he searched for the words, “I SIMPLY WAS AFRAID OF GETTING HURT WHEN OR IF WE SHOULD EVER PART WAYS. BECAUSE I HONESTLY…I’VE WANTED TO MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOR A VERY LONG TIME AND IT MADE ME FEEL PANICKED. LIKE…FINALLY GETTING TO MEET YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY BUT AS YOU NEAR THE STAGE DOOR YOU BOLT. YOU’RE AFRAID THE REALITY WON’T LIVE UP TO THE DREAM AND IF IT DOES THEN YOU FEAR THE PAIN OF THE MEETING BEING OVER.”

That was not what you expected as his reasoning. Pride, specist thoughts, a general dislike of new people, something like that, but not…this. “I do understand your reference, but I’m still kind of shocked you’re even talking to me at all right now.”

“I UNDERSTAND.” He sighed, taking a long drink from his bottle. “I JUST WANTED TO…WELL, TO TRY AND FIX THINGS. I HAD TO ADMIT WHAT I WAS THINKING TO MY BROTHER AND THAT FINALLY GOT ME THINKING ABOUT…HOW UNFAIR IT WAS TO BE ANGRY WITH YOU FOR BEING YOURSELF. I HAD NO RIGHT, AND IT’S KIND OF STUPID NOW THAT I PUT IT IN WORDS. GOOD GRIEF.”

“How about,” you hold out your hand, smiling, “we start over? Hi, my name is Y/n. I’m Sans and Papyrus’ datemate and I’d like to stay in the house for the foreseeable future.”

He looked at your hand, then his shoulders relaxed and his sharp smile turned soft, “MY NAME IS WHIP, IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AT LAST.” He shook your hand, “I’D BE HAPPY TO HAVE SOMEONE SO BELOVED BY MY COUSINS STAY WITH US.”

A pool of warmth dropped into your chest at the relief you knew was a mutual experience. You no longer had an enemy in your home, and the comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your respective sustenance was very rewarding.

--

“Sugar, please,” Charm rubbed his sockets, “I’m trying to plan a fun night out for us all, and your pessimism is ruining it.”

“no, I’m seriously worried. Have you not felt the energy change? Somebody’s doing something and it’s none of us.”

“I felt it and I know exactly what happened, but I’m not telling you because it’s none of your business.” Charm kept clicking from one page to another, looking at options.

“what?”

“You heard me. You do realize there is a loving trio in this house, yes? That it’s not just us and the others from similar universes?” Charm swiveled his chair and looked fully at his brother, “Sans, sometimes your anxiety makes you act like a prick.”

Sugar winced, deflating. “oh. yeah. guess I overstepped again.”

“Yes, you did.” Charm pushed his chair over and poked Sugar in the chest, “but I will remind you again. I love you. I want what is best for everyone here. And I am not some babybones who is naïve about the complexities of relationships. It’s just things are tilted differently here, and yes, that was hard to get used to, but it can be done. And besides,” He smiled, “We’re all going out for Halloween. I need to make sure we go somewhere fun since it’s Y/n’s favorite holiday and Papyrus’ birthday.”

Sugar sighed, “okay. okay, maybe you’re right. and sansy’s been trying to get me to lighten up too, so…” He sat on the floor before laying out like a star, “if sweet-pea can trust them enough to cuddle again, I guess I can try to, too.”

“Bully for you!” Charm smiled, going back to his computer. “And Sweet-pea will be here at the house with our candy bowl, so he will get a costume as well.”

“he’s actually going to greet the trick or treaters?”

“Yes! He’s been doing very well since he started opening up more.” Charm double clicked something and absently scanned the text that popped up, “He’s started sitting on the deck with us while we do our yoga and Sansy is seeing if he can set up video chat conferences with a therapist for him. Apparently, humans get this kind of anxiety too. It’s called agoraphobia.”

Sugar nodded, kind of surprised. Sweet-pea was going outside? Willingly? That was definitely a good thing, no arguing that, and…well, he was getting tired of being jumpy about the human all the time, if he was being honest.

--

You were a little shy about it, but Boa and Sweet-pea were both bustling around you in Sweet-pea’s room. They were re-taking your measurements to make sure they were accurate for your costume. You hadn’t had a good idea for a costume, but Papyrus had proposed it being a surprise that they chose for you. Sweet-pea had volunteered to make the design, and you’d been excited to see what he’d do. So far, he’d made you a nightgown that made you feel very ethereal any time you wore it, but he’d been too busy with commissions and orders to do anything else till now.

“I take a break every October,” he told you, sketching away, “it lets me have down time to recover and do whatever things I’d like otherwise.”

Boa was very fast with the measuring tape, barely touching it to your body as you stood in a shirt and shorts.

You felt the goosebumps going over your scalp as they worked, just like at the doctor’s office, and felt that strange far away feeling that went with them.

“Pumpkin,” Boa spoke, standing with his tape, “have you ever been fitted properly for your foundations?” He seemed puzzled as he looked you over. “I just want to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be. Bad support can cause back pain, you know.”

You hadn’t known. “No, I haven’t. What would you have to do?”

Sweet-pea looked up, “just measure around your chest do some more close measurements of your pelvis area. It doesn’t take long. Last time he fitted someone it only took him two and a half minutes. But…uh… you will have to undress. Dunno if you’re up to that or not.”

Boa blushed, but nodded, looking away. “It’s up to you. You’re going to look ravishing either way, but it’s just been bugging me since we went shopping that first day. You deserve to be comfortable…”

It took a moment, as you thought it out. Two and a half minutes, hm? And you trusted them both, at least as much as you trusted the classmates you’d changed in the bathrooms with at choir competitions in high school. Quite a bit more, now that you’re thinking about it, “I think we can do it. It would be nice to know for my next shopping trip.”

Both of them perked up, and you steeled yourself as you undressed down to nothing. Boa’s eye lights shone bright and wide, and you saw the glow start at his throat, but he shook his head and smiled, “I’ll be quick. Thank you for letting me help you!”

True to his word, Boa went fast, around your chest, from your collar to your nipple, and around the area under your breasts. “That’s that, thirty-four triple d, Sweet-pea.”

“thought so.” The younger brother wrote it down somewhere on his sketch pad, but he was still going, “I know someone who would kill for that size for her bleach cosplays.”

You tilted your head and he smiled, “Somebody I know at home. She’s almost as bad as Alphys about anime, but likes JUMP stuff more.”

“Ah, okay.” You were focusing on anything other than Boa being between your legs with his tape, going quickly over your thighs, around your butt, and gently pressing the end of the tape to your core and going up a ways before snapping back and listing off his findings. “Well, that was fast.”

“three minutes. A little slower, but we’ve never measured a human before.”

Boa nodded and handed you your things, “We have everything we need to make you the best costume and find the best things on our shopping trips now.” There was blush on his cheekbones, and his smile was very soft, making your own cheeks heat more.

“Thank you for being fast with it. I’m not exactly used to being naked in front of other people.” You hurry to get your clothes back on, even as you hear something in an almost electronic voice. “Huh?”

Boa blushed, “Um, sorry. I slipped into Wingdings for a moment. I ah…I was saying we were lucky to get a glimpse at such a rare treasure as your body.”

Sweet-pea snorted and giggled, “that’s what he said literally, but wingdings is a monster language, so you don’t get any of the cute undertones and intents that went with it in English. you do look nice, though.”

“You boys are going to be the death of me. I’m going to die of flattery,” You had scrunched up your face from how hot it got, and huffed as you pulled your shirt back on, “and then Papy and Sans will be widowers.”

“You’d have to marry them for that,” Boa smirked a bit.

“smartaleck” you stuck your tongue out at him and walked to the door, “You’re both lucky I love you.”

“we love you, too, y/n.” Sweet-pea poked Boa, who just waved at you.

You shake your head and leave.

As soon as the door shut, Boa’s whole skull exploded in color and he jerked his scarf off as the jewel below burst into brilliant light. “Oh my stars, I’m going to keel over! Humans smell so different and it’s GOOD and they’re so amazing already and then just! Naked right in front of me! ack!”

Sweet-pea chuckled, blushing a bit, “they were lovely. And those hips….gosh, I know kids aren’t the end all be all up here but they look like they could carry so well…”

“I know!” Boa groaned, rubbing the heels of his hands into his closed sockets, “How does Papyrus just have them as his datemate and not keep them in the bedroom all day?”

“He’s just not turned like us, bro,” Sweet-pea sighed, “but I’m glad they’re at least happy with each other. You could smell him on them as soon as the layers came off.”

Boa finally seemed to calm down as the glow in his gem dimmed, “That was reassuring. Now we’re sure they’re not hurting themselves with repression or anything.”

“pretty sure it’s only us that need that regular release for health,” Sweet-pea mumbled. “humans don’t get heats, much less be in one all the time.”

“That still is amazing to me. And there’s so many of them even so! But then again, they are mammals that care for their young a long time. it’s only natural most of their offspring live.”

Sweet-pea laughed, “you should never have dropped out of zoology, bro. you’d have been a great professor.”

“I’ll be a better guardsman slash radio host!” Boa shot back, getting up. “Now, as soon as you have the design ready, bring it to me. We’re going to make the others drop their jaws to the floor.”

“and all in a human-friendly fashion. Gonna be fun,” Sweet-pea waved his brother off, and got down to work. He was going to make the rest of the world see exactly what Y/n was to their household.

--

Whip was uncomfortable. Not because he didn’t participate in the pillow cuddling normally, because he had before the human had come. No, it was because said human had chosen to sit beside him in the pile. He was still jumpy around them, even if he knew they were on much better terms after his apology.

It didn’t help that Spice was on their other side and snoring so loud he could hardly hear.

“MAY I PLEASE WAKE HIM UP TO STOP THAT RACKET?”

“No, Whip, don’t wake him. He’s actually not trying to fluster me when he’s sleeping,” says the human, looking fondly at Spice. Well, they did have a point. “Here, let me try shifting him a bit.”

Interested, he watched as you gently shifted Spice’s head back, and his brother’s raucous snores quieted to gentle, soft vibrations.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“Snoring in humans is caused by some weird blockages in the throat. I figured, if he’s snoring because of his ecto always being on, maybe doing what helps a human would help him.” You continue to intrigue him in the most unexpected ways.

--

Boa had been almost giddy in his sexy nurse costume when he handed you a bundle on Halloween at noon, “Here, Pumpkin, it’s your costume. Go put it on, hurry!”

Sweet-pea was behind him, a very normal looking scarecrow costume decorating his form, beaming in pride, “if you need help, just holler.”

Curious, you went to back into your room (you’d been leaving it to ask about just this) and opened the bundle. A beautiful Grecian dress, creamy white with golden clasps, lay in a cloud of feathers with a set of very soft, cottony underwear. The ease with which those went on surprised you, and the lifting of the weight of your chest from your back made your eyes widen. “Oh.” Boa had been incredibly accurate in that the wrong underthings could make you hurt.

The dress slipped on, as did a pair of delicate sheer white hose, and some golden sandals. The feathers, you realize, are wings that loop onto the clasps on your shoulders and attach to the golden rope around your waist. You actually get them on yourself, and when you pick up the little harp and halo that were hidden underneath, you grin. “An angel, huh?”

Everything fit like a glove, comfortable but flattering as you exited and came down the stairs. Charm saw you first and gasped, “Oh! Sweetheart, that’s gorgeous, but here, come with me.” He had that sneaky look when he was going to try and goad you or Sans and Papyrus into doing something romantic, but instead of taking you to them, he took you to a room under the stairs that you’d never bothered to investigate. It was like a dressing room in a theater, with lights and make up and wigs of all kinds.

“Welcome to my studio! On of the things I learned from my bestie underground is that half of an outfit is made by your make-up. Let me take you from a ten to an eleven.” He sat you down and gently removed the golden circlet of your halo, setting it down on the vanity. “Now, monster make-up is a lot different than human in that it doesn’t take five hours to do! So, I’m going to turn you around, and in thirty minutes you’ll be the belle of the Halloween ball.”

You only had a brief glimpse of your reflection (thankfully) before the chair was turned and Charm got to work. Smooth, cool creams were dabbed onto your face by his clearly practiced hands, having taken of his gloves to do this. It was kind of hard to keep from laughing, as he’d already made himself up and was wearing a rainbow afro and a red nose on top of his pure white face, blue eye circles, and big red mouth decorations. He was a very colorful clown, and the first clown you’d ever been happy to see.

Charm had his tongue stuck out while he worked, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and poked it with your finger. “Boop.”

He squinted his sockets and made a short noise that sounded like laughter, then gently told you off, “Don’t boop the beautician, sweet thing. It’s not polite.”

“But you’re my bestie first,” you point out, and his smile grows.

“I know.” He brushes his teeth against your forehead gently, “Now let me work my magic, quite literally.”

You giggle quietly, and he hums, using a puff to place powder over the creams.

He then goes around you and gently begins coming through your hair, adding some things to it as well, “When this is done, sweetie, it’s going to just be you with some polish. You’re always this lovely to us, it’ll just be enough magic to let others and you see what we see every day.”

“Are you sure?” Yes, you’d been pleased with the little bit of change you’d seen in your clothes since starting your daily yoga, but you still felt…gross.

“Oh, I’d put my soul on it.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before returning to his work on your hair, “Papyrus and Sans think you hung the moon, Y/n. And I’d put money on Boa thinking the same. Sweet-pea trusts you more than he’s trusted anyone outside the family, ever. Whip even let his pride go and started to get to know you. That means something.”

“And you and Sugar? Spice?”

“Oh Y/n, I can’t even put into words what you mean to me.” His voice was so soft and full of love, you couldn’t even imagine what his expression was, “and my brother is slowly letting go of his fears. He’ll understand your magnificence when he does. “ A snort of wry laughter, “And Spice would have you be his own private teddy bear if it was up to him.”

You giggle thinking about that. Since he’d gotten over your mutual miscommunication, Spice had been the ultimate cuddlebug when he felt he could be. Which was most of the time. Not that you minded, he was warm, and the thick ecto he always wore was soft and comfy. Plus, you liked his voice. It was different than the others, like Whip’s in that it was gravelly, but smoother underneath, carrying a sweetness you liked.

“Let me paint your nails, and then we’ll be done.” Charm squatted in front of you and took a bottle of what looked like clear nail polish out. He thought for a moment, then nodded, a zap of pink magic infusing the bottle and turning the polish inside gold. “That should be the right color. A touch of Midas, hm?” He beamed at his reference, and you nodded.

You used the time to talk about a movie you saw once, of people trying to gain an item related to King Midas, and Charm suggested you find it online and the family could watch it next weekend. After all, after your group returned from the Halloween carnival, you all would be watching Halloween themed cartoons and family movies (because Papyrus, Sweet-pea, and Boa preferred not to watch horror films) while eating whatever candy remained after the trick-or-treaters.

Looking at your fingernails, not only were they shimmering as if they were covered in liquid gold, but they were perfectly shaped and the cuticles that were normally rough were smoothed down. “Wow! How did you do that with just polish?”

“It’s the magic in the polish.” Charm finished your toes and returned the brush to the bottle, “The polish is just there to change color according to my intent. I needed it gold, and I wanted your nails to be healthy and beautiful, so the magic did the rest. Even after we take the polish off, you’ll still keep the healthy nails underneath. Also, it’s instant dry, too.”

He looked you over one last time and nodded, “Alright, are you ready?”

When you said yes, he placed the halo back on your head and turned you around. You almost burst into tears right there. Your hair was laying around your face in elegant waves, framing it perfectly and without frizz for the first time in your life. And your face, it was exactly what Charm had said. It was you, but your skin was evenly colored instead of blotchy, the texture was smooth and uniform, every pore was clean and tiny. Your eyelashes and brows were present instead of faded out like they usually were, and all signs of the flaky dermatitis that had plagued you since your teenage years was gone from them.

“I’m…..Charm, you did…” you just looked over at him, the water dripping out of your eyes without you even blinking to free it. “It’s wonderful.”

“Just a little MTT Beauty Butter and the intent to clean and heal. The rest is all how your body naturally wants to be. It loves you, just as we do, and wants you to be happy and healthy. It just needed a little boost, now and again, is all.” He helps you to your feet, taking a nearby box of tissues and using them to gently dry your tears. “Now you can see yourself as the angel we know you are.”

You just hug him, far beyond words.

He strokes your head gently, waiting for you to recover before saying, “Now, we should get to the living room to meet up with the others and head for the carnival.”

You felt like you were walking on air as he led you out of the make up room and down the hall to the living room.

The banter had started already, “SANS, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LAZINESS? IT’S OUR FIRST HALLOWEEN WITH Y/N IN THE HOUSE AND YOU JUST….THAT?!”

Entering, you saw Papyrus dressed as Superman, cape and spandex in red, blue, and yellow, and Sans was wearing a black, cat-ear headband taped to his skull, with black whiskers drawn on his cheekbones sloppily, all with his normal clothes.

Sugar, as a sexy witch, is standing with his broom in a corner, laughing behind his hand next to pirate-captain Spice, long coat sweeping his brown boots and black hat sporting a big maroon feather. Whip was dressed as a classic Devil, though he’d exchanged the red onesie for a bright red business suit. Boa and Sweet-pea were on the couch, chatting.

Charm cleared his throat and that got everyone’s attention, and you were feeling quite small as they all looked at you.

Whip’s eye lights went out, and you noticed a bright glow in the left leg of his pants. Oh no…oh no you’d made him uncomfortable. “I-I didn’t pick this out but…I’m sorry.”

Spice came over, taking your hands in his (where did he find all those rings?), “don’t apologize, baby doll. You’re beautiful. Sweet-pea an’ Boa done good. you too, charm, cause I know baby doll don’t do make-up like that.”

“Bu-but-“

“no buts,” Sans shortcutted next to you and beamed, “you look perfect. We’re going to be the envy of everybody. Though, as an angel, you probably don’t like that, do you?” He winked and you smiled. You couldn’t help yourself if Sans was making jokes.

Papyrus strode over and knelt in front of you, making everyone step aside for him, “AS A SUPERHERO, I WILL WORK VERY HARD TO DO GOOD, SO THAT I MAY GET VISITS FROM THIS UNEARTHLY VISION OF LOVELINESS AGAIN!” He was sparkling -literally-, cheeks flushed orange, as he looked up at you.

“Papyrus, you can see me anytime.”

“I KNOW, BUT YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A MESSENGER FROM HEAVEN RIGHT NOW! THE PICTURE OF THE DELTARUNE’S PREDICTED SAVIOR!” He frowned and got up, “THOUGH, THAT ACTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE FRISK, SO YOU’RE THEIR COUSIN. BUT STILL!”

Sugar flounced over in the short skirt and tights that were wrapped around his bones, “ooh, our little y/n has graduated from pretty to gorgeous.”

Charm rolled his eye lights, but Boa and Sweet-pea rushed over before he could fire back at his brother.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s absolutely perfect. I was worried about the top of the dress but it’s laying fabulously,” Boa cooed, proud of his work.

“you look just like I thought you would,” Sweet-pea gave a small laugh, “though, turns out real life is better than imagination in this case. Thanks, charm, for finishing off the look.”

“Oh it was my pleasure, believe me,” Charm actually honked his nose, revealing it to be a prop horn, “I might be a clown tonight, but I am a chivalrous guard first and helping our dear Y/n shine their brightest is the least I could do.”

You were blushing so hard, but Papyrus gently scooped you out of the crowd, “NOW LET’S GET GOING TO THE CARNIVAL. I WANT EVERYONE TO ADMIRE OUR ANGEL BEFORE THEY GET TOO FLUSTERED AND MUSS THEIR MAKE-UP!”

There was a murmur of agreement, and as you left the house, you waved goodbye to Sweet-pea, who was beaming as he closed the door.

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And we’re back! There’s definitely some themes that come up in this chapter that will be echoed going forward, so I’ll try to point them out and explain my thoughts on those a bit. Other than that, I think this is a two-part chapter, just based on an initial skim, and we’re technically in the second ‘arc’ of the series, according to the BNHA wiki - though I have chosen to shove everything before the USJ into the ‘opening arcs’ tag for ease of tagging, since it’s really all just character / setting introduction before getting into the action.

[No. 5 - Smashing Into Academia]

So we get to see most of the top ten scores - Katsuki in first place with all villain points, and Izuku in seventh with all rescue points. We also see some other familiar names: Kirishima (2nd) with 74 points, Ochako (3rd) with 73, Shiozaki (4th) with 68, Tenya (6th) with 61, Tetsu^4 (8th) with 59, and Tokoyami (9th) with 57. I think we’ll get to see the others later, but for now, I’ll just look them up for ease of confusion: Kendo (5th) with 65 points and Awase (10th) with 56 points. So yeah, talk about your high scores!

This raises a few interesting thoughts:

First off, I know that Horikoshi had initially intended to put Shiozaki in class 1a, but either forgot or ended up deciding she wasn’t suited for it, thus the reason we see her name here but don’t see her until the Sports Festival. Also, I like how he uses the cutoff of the 5th and 10th place in order to fit in more 1b students when he comes up with them - it’s not a trick I would have immediately thought of myself, but it makes sense, and gives a good sense that it’s not just 1a dominating in these sorts of events.

[Discord: its cuz her hair was a pain to draw, which like- mood]

...though that then leads to the question of how certain members of 1a and 1b got in with their quirks. Like, I appreciate all of them, but some of the kids just… yeah, I’m not entirely sure what they could do. I suppose that just makes them particularly clever for getting in, which isn’t a shock when the bar for entry is high. 

I… am also surprised Kaminari isn’t higher up there, considering his zappy zappy could take out a whole field of them… though possibly also the people nearby him if he wasn’t careful. I suppose with those scores all in the fifties to seventies, though, even if he took out like thirty or forty points worth, it still would only be enough to get him in, not as a high score.

...speaking of high scores, Ochako only got rescue points from saving Izuku, which is what got her third place overall despite not even hitting thirty villain points. With how high the first ten spots were, and with there only being thirty-six spots overall, there’s a chance she might have missed the cut entirely and have not gotten in if she hadn’t pushed herself to save the person who saved her.

This is a running theme that I’ve noticed about Izuku’s character and narrative effects - he’s not All Might, who makes people feel safe with his presence. He’s not a larger than life figure who stands between villains and the rest of the world. What he is is a plain, unassuming kid who will push himself to breaking in order to save someone, in order to win. And in doing so, we see him in turn inspire others to act, because if this plain, unassuming fanboy can do it, why not them as well? I mean, hell, that’s how he got his quirk!

Recall this? It’s something that we see again and again in the series, something that I think is the core of Izuku’s character development and something he needs to realize in order to really come into himself as a hero and as a person. His greatest strength - that capability to become ‘the strongest hero’ like he desires - isn’t in One For All or in his fighting prowess, but in his ability to inspire others to become better versions of themselves, to push themselves just a bit more, and in so, those ripples end up saving more people and improving the future, one person at a time.

Izuku grew up in a world where his greatest heroes were the Symbol of Peace and (his) Symbol of Victory. While it’s not a title I think he will ever take on in full - I think part of the endgame of the series will be to move on past reliance on a few Symbols to ward off evil and have everyone work together to build up a better world - I do believe he really encompasses the ideals that would make him a Symbol of Hope to Japan and the world. As Hope, he’d give others the belief that they could reach out and be given help, that someone would be there for them if they asked - and, I would like to think, he’d be able to make that world together with his friends and allies, once everything is said and done.

Anyways, I sort of. Got rambling there. Uh. How far are we? One panel? ...ehehehe…

So we get the next two panels, which is the staff discussing Katsuki and Izuku - opposite ends of the spectrum. One got in with only villain points, the other with only rescue points. They note that Katsuki was able to keep going for the whole ten minutes, where most other students were slowing down by halfway through. A true endurance monster. Izuku, on the other hand, is noted to be the first in a while to take out the gimmick, even if others have stood up to it before.

(Also, I love Mic’s ‘kid just makes me wanna go yeah!’ What a mood.)

Hah, they also note that his backlash is like a kid getting a first glimpse of his power, plus how in every other way he looks like a typical failure. However, Mic and… some other staff member (possibly Midnight, I want to say? It makes the most sense) just like Izuku and aren’t so worried about that, while Aizawa chills in the back and thinks they’re all being noisy.

We transitioned to Izuku and Toshinori, 8 pm the night Izuku got the acceptance letter. Izuku is crying as he basically shouts All Might’s name, and Toshinori spits blood and basically has Izuku cover his tracks since, surprise, there are now other human beings here! 

Toshinori that can’t be good for your health oh my god.

But yeah, apparently the news that day (or any point that week, probably) is that the beach was cleaned up by some mysterious do-gooder, so now it’s a good place to go on dates again. I know Izuku said no one came by there (chapter 2), but still, it feels weird to think no one noticed anything at all over the entire ten months Izuku and Toshinori (sometimes as All Might!) was there, especially since I think they were at other parts of the beach when Izuku was doing swimming training? 

I mean like, what about the people who were illegally dumping their trash there? The people who have to cut through there because it’s a shortcut to get home? The people who get lost and accidentally stumble across it? Random villains trying to use it as a hideout or stash for their loot while hiding from the police / heroes??

Ah whatever, it is what it is. Toshinori congratulates Izuku on passing and gives him a high five.

Fucking hell that’s so cute, I already have it saved as a reaction image I love it so damn much. But yeah, Toshinori hasn’t mentioned his relationship with Izuku to the school (though I know this isn’t true because Nezu and RG know… though that might not have been until after Izuku passed and he knew Izuku was going there.) 

Izuku appreciates not having to worry about favoritism, and is excited for Toshinori being a teacher at UA. He asks if that’s why they’re meeting at the beach despite All Might’s office being at a very precise address that Toshinori cuts off. Toshinori then says he couldn’t tell anyone until the school made it public knowledge, and that he’d take the job while looking for his successor.

Izuku remembers that Toshinori mentioned he’d been looking for a while, and that he’d have been looking among the students. Izuku thinks about all their amazing quirks and raw talents, and stares at his hands as he brings up how he broke after a single use of the quirk and that he can’t wield it. Poor boy, no self-worth or realization of how impressive his first use was…

Toshinori points out that of course it’s not an immediate success - if someone suddenly grew a tail, they wouldn’t be able to do tricks off the bat. Izuku asks if Toshinori knew this would happen, and Toshinori says there wasn’t enough time, but everything worked out all right… or, well, All Might. 

What a fucking dad, that was a dad joke, I am so done. Someone stop this man. 

Anyways, Toshinori bends down to pick up some empty spray-paint cans, which shows that while the beach is clean, there’s still a lot of small junk and broken glass and stuff left to clean up, which I imagine was either something Izuku did during the month and a half between the exams and the beginning of the new school year, or something the community ended up doing once they all were coming there. 

He tells Izuku that it’s all for nothing for now, but once Izuku figures out how to regulate it, he’ll be able to put out just what his body can handle - and that the more he temperes his vessel, the better he can control the power. All Might then crunches those cans in one fist, which he’s really lucky they’re empty, or else he’d have gotten paint everywhere. (Would have been hilarious to see, though.)

But yeah, All Might makes the comparison of passing on the Olympic flame, and how the new torch burns weakly at first, but that the trials to come will fan it. 

The same couple on the pier notice All Might and ask where he came from, and All Might panics, running off, with Izuku following confused yet dutifully.

God that running pose is fucking hilarious I am cackling. 

But yeah, he notes that his own flame will wither and die, with his duty fulfilled. I like how you can just see that couple trying to make their way from the pier to try and catch All Might. 

Anyways, a short post, but the next page gets into spring and the beginning of the new school year, so I figure it’s better to cut it off here. Besides, I spent a whole page and a half rambling about characterization and narrative echoes, so shoosh.

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

29 w/ finnpoe pretty pretty please

A/N: Another FinnPoe one yayyy. I’m rlly proud of this EHEHEH

Prompt: You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you

Pairing: FinnPoe

Warnings: floof, stormpilot being the superior ship

Word count: 770

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“And don’t do anything stupid,” Finn concludes his extensive things-you-are-not-allowed-to-do-on-this-dangerous-mission-or-I’ll-kick-your-ass-once-you-are-back list. “Which means, listen to Snap,”

“What?” Poe snaps his head around, “I’m his superior!” Finn sends Poe a withering glare. “Okay, fine, I’ll listen to him.”

“All set, Generals.” Rey comes into view, rounding his ship on the tarmac. “We’re ready to go,” Rey was joining the black squadron for the mission. Intel had suggested that there were some low ranking first order members and sympathizers congregating in the Corellian sector. The squad was going on a brief recon mission to assess the threat. At this point the intel was barely a little more than gossip, but when it came to the First Order, they weren’t going to take any chances.

Finn wraps his arms around her in an embrace, wishing her luck and safe return. Unsurprisingly, Rey’s list of things not to do is much shorter than Poe’s. The black leader climbs into his X-wing, settling down in his seat. “You comfy back there, buddy?” He asks his orange and white astromech, who beeps back cheerily. “Good, good.”

Finn’s head pops up the side of his X-wing, just as Poe’s about to lower his x wing’s canopy. “Hey Poe, just a second,” he stops him, climbing higher up the ladder, comfortably leaning against the Starfighter.

“What is it, buddy?”

“Just wanted to give you this,” Finn pulls a thin bracelet from his pant pocket. “It’s for luck,” he takes Poe’s hand, warm fingers tying the delicate material around his wrist. “Not that you’d really need it, but I’ll feel better if you had it with you,” Finn focuses on neatly securing the bracelet around Poe’s wrist, but the pilot’s gaze is fixed on the man beside him.

Poe watches him with what Rey likes to call, the lovesick-idiot look. But at this moment, he doesn’t care. The man he’s fallen so madly in love with was worrying about him.

Poe had been pining after Finn for months and he was fairly certain Finn returned at least some of his feelings too. Evident from the linger touches here and there, holding each other’s gaze a little too long to be just friendly. And Poe’s personal favourite, that beaming smile Finn had reserved just for Poe.

But Poe had been holding himself back, making sure not to rush into anything and making Finn uncomfortable. He’s had his fair share of lovers, both men, and women. But Finn hasn’t had the luxury of being with whomever he wanted. His time with the first order didn’t allow such freedom or even attachments. So Poe decided he would never rush him, no matter how much he wanted to dive headfirst into it.

Moments like this, when Finn showed his care and affection unabashedly, were also Poe’s favourite. It warms his heart to no end that Finn cares so much about him and it just makes him want to kiss him that much more.

But Finn beats him to it.

He closes the gap between, pressing his lips against Poe’s, a palm cradling his jaw. It’s brief and he pulls back, leaving a stunned Poe, frozen in his seat. Finn climbs back down the ladder, walking back to the tree line to join the others like nothing just happened.

Only when he looks back at Poe, starting back at him with his cheeks flaming red, does he realise he just kissed Poe Dameron on a runway, in front of all those resistance members. Not how he had imagined his first kiss going, but kissing Poe goodbye felt like such a natural thing to do, that he didn’t even think before doing it. In fact, he wonders why he hadn’t done it sooner.

Rey shows her support, enthusiastically pumping her fists inside her own X-wing and sending Finn thumbs-ups, grinning ear to ear. Finn feels heat rise in his own face and a small giddy smile plasters itself on his face.

BB8 shrieks at Poe when the pilot shows no sign of snapping out of his star-struck daze, startling him. Poe fumbles around the cockpit for his headgear, biting down on his bottom lip, trying not to break into the biggest goofiest grin that threatens to split his face. He paws at the controls while trying to prepare for take-off, much to the amusement of the rest of the squadron.

“Oh, stars, Finn. You broke Dameron,” Rose quips from beside him, trying not to double over laughing at her two idiot friends. Finn sees Poe colour deeper, his squad giving him a hard time through the comms, no doubt.

“Black leader ready for take-off,” He finally announces.

“You sure Poe? We know you’d rather stay on base,” More laughter follows in his headset.

The pilot glances at the man who has stolen his heart one more time, sending him a bashful smile.

[deathvalleyqueen]

25 for MJ and John 👀

25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”

** There is mention of my friend’s OC Ellie… she belongs to @cornfedcryptid (who I have drug into FC5 with the lure of Jacob…. ehehehe) and is going to be in MJ’s story… but I needed someone to take Lily… even in fanfiction I am trying to find someone to watch the kids LOL**

Thank you so much for this really fun ask Angy! This was honestly a hoot to write and I hope it’s fun little ride!

I tossed it under the cut to save the dash. 

The whole ride back to the ranch was tense, the meeting while on the surface had been just another meeting, just like hundreds they had before. The air between John and I was different that night. It had been for a few weeks now. Ellie, a new member of the projects and someone that Jacob only would say he ‘knew’, and I had become close in that time. I hadn’t had anyone within Eden’s Gate that I could call a friend, even Sean was probably more John’s friend who happened to be my brother. Ellie though, we just got each other. She made me laugh and she had far more time than John did. That’s just the truth of the matter. Ellie had even happily offered to take Lily for the night so John and I could have a break from our rambunctious toddler. 

As we pulled in front of the Ranch and John threw the truck in park he glared daggers at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Pushing open the door and stepping out I couldn’t understand what had I possibly done to ruffle his feathers. John slammed the door and made me jump as I reached inside the cab to grab my purse. “Really, John?” I snap, slamming my own door to emphasize my words. 

“Really, Mary?” he mocked like a child before starting towards the house. He should have been stomping his feet like Lily so often did when I told her no. I let out a ragged sigh as I noticed the same petulant, icy stare that our daughter gave me a dozen times a day. 

Following behind him I shook my head. “You really think that look is going to make me feel anything anymore?” John’s jaw clenched as he unlocked the door and pushed it open letting me go in first. “Your daughter is your mini me and makes that same face when I tell her she can not have pudding and cookies for lunch..” I was annoyed and really had enough of his dirty looks and posturing. I walked over to the couch and tossed my purse down before turning back to John who was setting his keys in a large ceramic dish I had made in a pottery class in high school. 

Cocking his head to one side his gaze narrowed in on me. “Are you accusing me of being childish?” He snapped. 

“Well, if the shoe fits, John!” I throw my hands up and lean back against the arm of the couch. 

John is even more frustrated by my statement, enough to finally get him to open up. “And what about you, huh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow with an arrogant, self-righteous tone in his voice. “You're running all over the place with that woman with green hair…” 

“Ellie… her name is Ellie..” my voice was flat and even I could hear the unamused tone in my voice as I spoke. 

John rolled his eyes as he slid his coat off and hung it on the coat rack near the door. “Fine. Ellie... “ He was furious about something but for the life of me, I had no idea what. Turning around he pushed his sleeves above his elbows as he positioned himself in front of me. Looming over me.

I was one of the few people who were small enough in stature for him to be able to ‘tower’ over. “Do you feel like a big man right now, John?” I mock softly before pursing my lips. 

“Such a smart mouth my wife has…” His hands gripped my hips as he looked down at me, his sharp blue eyes narrowing in on my still pursed lips. “I wonder what other things that smart mouth has been getting up to?” His words were weighted with anger and lust. 

It took me a moment to figure out what he was implying and when I did I couldn’t help but laugh as I placed my hand on his chest. “Are you fucking serious, John? Really?” He was not amused in the slightest. 

“I see how you look at her…” He growled. “I see how she looks at you..” This time I scoff as I push him back. 

“Oh would you please just stop, your Envy is showing…” John gripped my hips and held me in place. 

He didn’t like what I had to say. John leaned in, a hand moving to grab my left hand and lifted it so I could see it. “Your mine…” he growled. “I don’t share.”

There were a dozen things I wanted to say, I wanted to tell him that he was mine and I didn’t share either but that never mattered to him. I wanted to tell him I was my own person and I was his wife but I was not his. Yet, I did none of those things. I sighed and pulled my hand back, breaking his grip. “We are friends… remember those things I had once upon a time before you thought it was a good idea we join your brother’s ‘church’?” John scowled skeptically. “We get along… we laugh… Lily likes her.” 

John pursed his lips as he took a step back. “I came home last night and she was...right between your legs… right there.” He reached around me and pointed to the couch. “Then today, she copped a feel right in front of the whole congregation..” 

“First off, John…” I started. “I was doing her hair… she asked me to touch up the color. We tried doing it in the kitchen but Lily fell asleep watching Finding Nemo on the couch and neither of us could see her from the kitchen… so we came in here and I put the color in her hair…” John paused as he listened to the perfectly reasonable explanation. 

“That’s why the kitchen sink is green…” He asked softly, putting two and two together.

“Yes….” I say with a great deal of sarcasm. “And today… well your daughter thought it was so funny to try and pull mama’s top down… and Ellie was trying to keep me from flashing the whole of the Congregation… for fuck’s sake John.” I scoff unamused. “She was trying to help. 

Taking a step back, John glanced at the floor. “Oh..” he started slowly. 

“Oh is fucking right…” I snap back. “I have a friend and you think I am fucking her… and you get so jealous… so full of envy… over me having a friend.” 

“I’m sorry…” He responds too quickly for me to fully believe. “Darling..” He whispered, reaching out for me. “I...I…” 

I looked at him and sighed, he looked genuinely remorseful about making the wrong assumption. “You jumped to conclusions because I wasn’t at your beck and call?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Taking a moment to consider this time, I watched as John chewed his bottom lip as he thought about what I had said. “Perhaps.” He responded softly. I shake my head, half upset that I had been right. I had honestly wished I had been wrong. “I see you so little because Joseph needs so much of me… and to come home just to have to share you..” 

“You share me with Lily just fine..” I was annoyed at this point. I had finally had a friend for the first time in years and he was trying to make me feel guilty about it. I refused to let him. “You have Sean… Why the fuck can’t I have a friend too?” 

John reached out to take my hand but I swatted his away, he did again this time grasping my wrist tightly. “You can… darling I promise… I just wasn’t expecting to feel so much envy at having to share you more than I already do…” 

“And how do you think I feel?” I snap now really upset. “You are gone from the time Lily is up, till almost when she goes to bed. When you come home yes we spend time together, we talk about our days… but I am lonely. I am very fucking lonely up here in my ivory tower.” John’s grip loosened on my hand as I spoke and he sunk back knowing every word I spoke was the truth. “I am the Wife of John Seed… not many people within the congregation are brave enough to even want to get close to me… but she is..” 

“Mary Jane..” He started slowly. 

“No, you aren’t going to make me feel bad about having a friend... “ I persisted and pushed him back, walking around him I made my way to the kitchen and pulled the kettle off the stove. John followed me and leaned against the edge of the counter. “I am my own person…” 

“I know that..” He answered meekly. “I just am not used to you having friends, you never had anyone like that back in Atlanta.” 

“That was because we were always stabbing someone in the back to get ahead.” I comment under my breath as I fill the kettle. “I used to have friends, I used to have a lot of friends. I don���t need a lot… one is fine…” I paused lifting one finger. “I just want one single friend... a real honest friend, John.” 

“and it’s Ellie..” He muttered nodding his head. I moved back to the stove, lit it and set the kettle on before turning around. 

With a sigh and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Yes, Ellie and ya know what babe, it’s going to be a good thing for us in the long run if you think about it.” John raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Lily loves her and she loves Lily to bits. She takes her happily if I need a break or tonight when we need alone time. Which means I don't have to go begging to my mother and you don’t have to empty your wallet to Sean..” 

“Your brother is the most expensive babysitter…” John muttered under his breath shaking his head. 

Laughing I walked over to John. “He is your accountant… he knows how much money you have tucked away in offshore accounts and all your little contingency accounts. He is the one person who probably knows just how much John Seed is really worth.” I smirked as I patted his cheek. “And you my sweet idiot husband asked him to watch our heathen…” We both start laughing as John grabs my hand and kisses my fingertips looking at me intently as I smiled up at him. “Ellie does it for free, Lily isn’t screaming when she goes and you now have all night to make up for being a fucking brat about me having a friend.” John smirked as he rolled my hand over and placed another kiss on the palm of my hand starting a trail of kisses up my arm as he pulled me to him. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine for a brief moment before he pulled back. “I can think of a good place to start.” His lips came crashing down on mine as his hand tangled in my hair as he turned me around hiking my skirt up as he lifted me up onto the counter. It was then my eyes caught the kettle on the stove. 

“Turn the stove off..” I mumbled against John’s lips, patting his chest trying to get his attention. “Babe… Babe… the stove… the kettle..” 

“Fuck.” He exclaimed as he stopped unbuckling his belt, it hanging half undone as he turned around to turn off the stove. As he turned back around we both laughed as I beckoned him to return to me so he could apologize properly. 

[jae-bummer]

Take One for the Team

Request: Day6 Jae + prompt no 1 please? Have a nice day 💕    

Prompt:

1) ”Here’s a concept…me and you…married.” 

Pairing: Day6 Jae x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Stretching your leg across the bed, you subconsciously searched the sheets for any source of warmth. It was freezing in your apartment, and surely your pet was somewhere close. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sponge off of his tiny warmth, so when your foot didn’t touch fur, you became more determined.

With your eyes still locked shut and your head pounding from the incoming hangover, you rolled across your mattress until you finally halted at the small creature you were looking for.

Humming happily, you nuzzled your face into a pillow, and sighed. Pushing an arm out, you wrapped your arm around him, but furrowed your brows.

This was not your pet.

Your brain was groggy with a mix of sleep and possible alcohol poisoning as you patted the warm area feverishly.

Skin.

Warm, soft, human skin.

Your eyes flew open to assess the man laying beside you.

There was a stranger.

In. Your. Bed.

Holding your breath, you slowly pulled the blankets up to gaze down at your body. Loosening that breath, relief flooded through your anxiety ridden chest as you confirmed you were still wearing the clothes you had gone out in the night before. You left the comforter off of your body as you began to slide across the sheets and away from the guy stationed on the opposite side of the bed.

“Who are you?” you murmured, furrowing your brows. You tried to search desperately through your memory, but were only met with fuzzy recollections. Most of the night had been a blur from drinking, but you didn’t realize you were THAT intoxicated.

Swallowing your pride, you reached for your cell phone on the nightstand, and heaved yourself off of the mattress. On top of having some creep snoozing beside you all night, you also felt like someone beat you with a baseball bat. Struggling across the bedroom, you finally eased out of the door, and into the living area. Dialing your best friends number, you swore you could count your heart beats in between rings.

“Mmm?” she grumbled into the phone.

“What in the frickity frack happened last night?” you hissed. “And please tell me you know the person currently in my bed.”

“Ehehehe,” she chuckled, still drowsy as well. “You actually went home with him?”

“Correction,” you sighed. “He went home with me. And before you get excited, no, we didn’t sleep together.”

“I mean, you did technically,” she laughed.

“By the pure definition of the term, yes, it appears that we slept beside each other,” you muttered, keeping a cautious watch on the bedroom door. “But nothing more happened than that. Now who is he?”

“His name is Jae,” she said through a yawn. “He showed up shortly after you started drinking. Once you became thoroughly smashed, you couldn’t shut up about how cute he was.”

Lifting your brows, you shuffled over to the bedroom, and cracked the door. Peering inside, you assessed the man quietly. He looked thin, a bit lanky, but had a cute face. Strong jaw and strong cheekbones were the perfect frame for his sleep-ridden smile. You tilted your head as you continued to look at him, only stopping once your friend began to speak again.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, backing away from the door. “He’s okay, I guess.”

“If only you could ask the you from last night what you thought about him,” she hummed. “You were smitten.”

“And that was enough for you, as my friend, to give him the green light to go home with me?” you groaned.

“We have mutual friends,” she sighed. “They said you’d be fine.”

“But what if I wasn’t,” you hissed, more than annoyed. “You let me go home with a stranger. I could have been halfway across the country in his trunk by now.”

“You should really stop watching true crime shows,” she clucked.

“And you should watch more,” you grumbled. “How do I get him to leave?”

“I dunno,” she muttered. “Get back into bed and pretend you’re asleep. If you’re asleep long enough, surely he’ll see himself out.”

“What if he wakes me up,” you muttered, biting at a nail. You had never been in a situation even remotely like this before, and frankly you were surprised with yourself.

“Then you kindly ask him to leave,” she sighed. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

“I guess,” you groaned, eying the door to your bedroom again. You swore you had heard a cough. “Thanks for the update. It’s been illuminating.”

Without uttering another word, your friend hung up, causing you to roll your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to encourage yourself to step back into the bedroom, but found something holding you back. The reality of the situation had exhausted you while you were already feeling less than your normal self. If you asked him to leave, was he the type to get angry? Would he expect more from you than what you were willing to give? You didn’t know anything about him, and the assertion that you had mutual friends who said he was “okay” was not comforting.

You balled your fists and let your cuticles create half moon circles in your palm. This had to happen sooner or later, so time to pull off the band-aid.

Tilting your head, you attempted to catch sight of your target before allowing your body in the room. Nearly choking on your breath, your eyes grew wide as you noticed the boy who was previously asleep was now very much awake.

“Well hello,” he croaked, his morning voice attractive enough to stop any thought process you were attempting to verbalize.

“Hi,” you whispered, remaining stationed in the doorway.

“Not to be awkward, but this is awkward,” he grinned, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.

You nodded. “Thanks for bringing light to the obvious.”

“I think it’s healthy to address when things get weird,” he chuckled. “Not that you’re weird. Just this situation...is a little weird.”

You nodded again, unsure of what to say.

“So...you come here often?” he grinned.

Trying not to roll your eyes, you shuffled into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Look, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, but-”

“Let me guess,” he hummed. “You don’t do this often?”

“I don’t!” you gasped, instantly getting annoyed.

“I’m not trying to suggest you do!” he laughed. “Sorry, just trying to cut the tension a bit...I don’t do this either.”

“Listen, Jae, I’m sure you’re a nice kid-”

“You remembered my name,” he smirked.

“Not technically,” you sighed, feeling heat creep up your neck. Talk about embarrassing.

“I was wondering who you were talking to in the hallway,” he nodded. “Calling around to figure out who’s in your bed?”

“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully seasoned,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully defensive,” he smiled.

“Is now a bad time to ask you to leave?” you groaned, already done with this exchange.

“And here I was, considering we could be soulmates,” he laughed. “But I can tell when I’m being dismissed.”

“Such acute skills in self awareness,” you muttered. “Not as if I already asked you to leave.”

“Before I go,” he hummed, pushing himself from the bed and tugging down at his clothes. “Here’s a concept...me and you...married.”

“Please leave,” you winced.

“Can I at least get your number or something?” he asked. “I mean, certainly you did like me at one point.”

“Probably before you started talking,” you sighed.

“So, is that a yes?” he asked, holding his phone out before him.

Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand, and took his phone. For a moment, you considered putting in a fake number, but a subconscious part of you may have still had a little hope for him. Handing his phone back, you motioned toward the door wordlessly. 

“Y/N,” he nodded, glancing at the screen. “I was wondering.”

“You didn’t know my name?” you choked.

“Don’t be offended,” he laughed. Pushing his heels into his shoes, he glanced over his shoulder with his hand on the door knob. “It’s not like you knew mine either. I do prefer to know who I’m kissing though.”

“We kissed?” you nearly screeched. He could remember that, but he couldn’t remember your name?

“If you need me to jog your memory,” he grinned. “You know how to find me.”

.

You held your face between your hands and stared into the coffee cup before you. It had only been a few hours since you had opted to abandon your apartment for the privacy and quiet of a cafe.

You weren’t sure if you were mortified or irritated at the exchange that had occurred between you and Jae, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Or him.

He had so easily gotten under your skin, but admittedly, you had allowed him to. You were so worried about how he perceived you, that you hadn’t stopped to realize that you were in the same position. He had gone home with a stranger just as you had. If he were going to pass judgement on you, he deserved just as much.

But that was the thing...he hadn’t passed judgement. Maybe that was why you were so thrown off by your interactions with him. You expected him to find you easy. You had expected for him to continue to try to find a way into your pants.

Which he may try to do in the future now that he had your number...

but honestly, he didn’t seem like the type.

Glancing to your phone, you heaved a sigh. Surprisingly, you had almost expected him to text you by now, but maybe he didn’t want to press his luck.

And furthering the surprise, you were kind of disappointed he hadn’t.

.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice bellowed from above you.

You had been stationed at the cafe for a few hours, working on emails and generally daydreaming about the events of that morning. It seemed like a safe place to hideout from friends and potential love interests until you had heard that voice.

You had seriously considered that your daydreams had taken on a life of their own, but as you glanced up through your lashes, you had almost forgotten how to breath.

“Do you have my location enabled on your phone?” you gasped, furrowing your brows.

“I think I’d have to get into your phone to be able to do that,” he grinned, sliding into the chair opposite you. “No, this is just a happy accident.”

“For who?” you grumbled.

“Both of us I’d say,” he chuckled. “I know you like me, even if it is against your better judgement.”

You rolled your eyes and leveled him with a stare.

“I’m guessing you’re not responding because it’s true?” he grinned. “This lanky nerd with a heart of gold has totally caught your interest.”

“How can you have so much confidence for a blonde praying mantis?” you muttered.

“Because I’m an adorable blonde, praying mantis,” he chuckled. “And for the record, that one stung a bit.”

“Because truth hurts?” you smiled.

“If it’s true, what does that say about you?” he hummed. “You’re attracted to this praying mantis after all.”

“It says I’m an entomologist with bad taste, I guess,” you smirked.

“I’ve never had someone simultaneously insult me and hit on me,” he sighed. “I have to admit, I’m kind of in to it.”

“Only kind of?”

“What do you say...” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer as he leaned forward. “We actually go on a real date?”

“Perish the thought,” you grinned, clutching at your chest in feign shock.

“You don’t have to tell me it’s revolutionary,” he chuckled. “An actual date? In the twenty-first century?”

“Go on.”

“We’ll go to an arcade, and I’ll buy us soft pretzels,” he nodded. “Afterwards, we’ll split a chocolate milkshake and I’ll even let you have the cherry.”

“So chivalrous.”

“And then, I’ll remind you that I’m a fantastic kisser, but only if it’s consensual.”

“Consensual affection, very sexy,” you smiled.

“We’ll finish up with me walking you to your door because I know where you live, which sounds very creepy outside of our previous history,” he hummed. “And I won’t expect to be invited into your bed.”

“Good because you’re not,” you laughed.

“Good,” he smiled. “So...will you go on a date with me?”

You nodded slowly before continuing quietly. “No one has ever formally asked me on a date before.”

“Seems like I’m the first for you in a lot of ways,” he smirked.

“Keep comments like that to yourself if you want me to say yes.”

He laughed, his smile growing wider. “So?”

“So?” you echoed.

“Do I have to ask again?”

“It would be nice,” you grinned.

“Will you, Y/N the misguided entomologist, please grant me the pleasure, of going on a real date with me?”

“I guess so,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “If I have to.”

His grin only grew wider with your words. “Someone has to take one for the team.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Might as well be me.”

[shapeshiftinterest]

This Could Be Us But You Playin': badgermao & shadow badgermao (CH 2)

it’s been a few days and more than a few awkward encounters

because of the sudden increase of people in HQ Mao has decided that they need to go grocery shopping

and he’s taking Shadow Mao with him

story under the read more

This Could Be Us But You Playin' (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

“Eggs, milk, flour, detergent...“

He huffed, still a little upset he couldn’t be paired with his partner.

Shadow Mao watched as his double mumbled under his breath and checked the grocery list every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t missing anything.

                                              -earlier that morning-

Shadow Mao and Shadowclops were cuddling on the floor, watching the  Doorbell Dangler match between the Adorabats and Badgerlcops, when Mao came into the living room and unplugged the TV.

“Hey! We were about to win!“ Adorabat said, flapping her wings. 

Shadowbat nodded furiously, tossing the controller on the couch and crossing her wings.

“Actually, I was about to win. But yeah, what the heck man. You can’t just turn the TV off when someone’s using it.” 

“Ubupup!“ Mao crossed his arms behind him and started pacing in front of the coffee table. 

“It has come to my attention that with our additional.. guests,” he nodded at Shadowbat and the couple on the floor. “HQ is running out of food faster than usual.“

He paused and rubbed his chin. “It’s kind of weird, I didn’t really expect y’all to eat that much. Or at all really.”

“Never the less!“ he exclaimed, continuing to pace and raising a finger in the air definitively. “Because of this unexpected problem, we will have to go... Grocery Shopping.“

Badgerclops groaned, sliding down in his seat. “Bro I just went like, 3 days ago.”

“I know, Badgerclops. Which is why my doppleganger and I will be going this time.“

“Oh hell yeah, man!“ Badgerclops fist pumped, scooping the Adorabats up and heading to the kitchen for some celebratory ‘i don’t have to do the shopping’ ice cream.

Meanwhile, Shadow Mao’s eyes widened. His ears twitching before they tilted their head and gestured between him Shadowclops. ‘Why can’t we go together?’ he pantomimed.

“Because,“ Mao growled, striding towards his double “The last time I sent you two on a grocery run it took so long, that I had to come get you with the aerocycle.“

Shadow Mao started to raise his hands to sign something but Mao cut him off.

“And! When I finally found you, you were MAKING OUT IN AN ALLEYWAY!!“

He smoothed his ears down, breathing deeply for a bit. “You didn’t even get half the things we needed. We’re going together because I know your moves and I can keep an eye on you. Also I already said Badgerclops didn’t have to go.

Shadow Mao bristled, moving to challenge the other to a duel before two strong arms wrapped around his stomach and pulled him back down.

Struggling against the hold, Shadow Mao glared at his boyfriend. Wasn’t he angry? 

They were sheriff’s department too, of course they knew the rules! And yeah sure, they probably should've done the groceries first. 

But Shadow Mao was sick of sleeping on the couch and worrying if Shadowclops’ back was ok. 

He’d been so tired he’d accidentally crawled into the same bed as the other sheriff a few days ago, both of them waking up cuddled together with their respective Badgerclops’ giggling and taking pictures.

Plus him and Shadowclops hadn’t been able to do anything more than make out since coming to this realm.

What was so wrong about wanting to kiss his significant other and maybe sneak in a butt touch or five? It wasn’t his- well it wasn’t all his fault his boyfriend was smokin’ hot.

Those extra ‘training’ sessions helped them build a ton of stamina after all.

Shadow Mao was brought out of his thoughts by said hot boyfriend nuzzling the fur under his cape, planting little kisses at the back of his neck and stroking his ears.

The smaller shade finally calmed down, side eyeing the other who just gave him a smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. Damn it no! Stop being cute, he was trying to be mad! 

Shadowclops laughed as the other slapped his arm in amused frustration. They gestured at each other until Shadow Mao turned back to Mao, arms crossed and glaring back. 

He stayed like that for a while but then nodded briskly, getting out of Shadowclops’ lap and holding his cheek to give him a small peck on the nose before leaving the living room to get ready.

Mao sighed, nodding at Shadowclops and making his way to the garage.

                                                   -current time-

He’d been pissed earlier but this wasn’t so bad. 

‘This other Mao is way too stressed though.‘ Shadow Mao thought.

The two weren’t even at the market place yet and Mao had already arrested 5 people, 2 of those arrests had been Pinky. 

It was gross watching the rhino rub mayonnaise on his wrists and slip way, but very entertaining to see Mao try and catch him again.

Shadow Mao was waiting for him to get back when something caught his eye. Four figures quickly made their way past the sheriff’s, not noticing the shade hot on their tails until they suddenly stopped near the town square.

He watched as they took out a large, wriggling burlap sack and started shaking it. Oooohhh, things were getting interesting now. 

Shadow Mao’s ear twitched at the furious clicking and screeching coming from the bag. He couldn’t hear the figures from here but that didn’t matter. 

Drawing his sword he rushed at them, easily knocking out the tallest of the four before going for the bag. 

And getting blasted from the side by a barrage of cannon ball sized eggs.

                                                      -with Mao-

“Blast it, he escaped!“ 

Mao had just finished locking all of Pinky’s contraband mayonnaise in a secure location when he realized Shadow Mao wasn’t there.

“I knew they couldn’t be trus- DUWHAAOOO???” 

Shadow Mao flew by, crashing into the wall next to him. They stood, legs shaky, and were about to leap back into action when Mao gripped them by the shoulder and pulled them back.

“Where were you! You can’t just leave whenever... you... uuuhhh,” Mao looked between his doppleganger and the Sky Pirates, “what’s going on?“

“FOOLS! TIS I, ORANGUSNAKE, LEADER OF THE SKY PIRATES!!“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah we know who you are.“ Mao said, waving his hand. “What’re y’all doing here?“

"Wow, rude much?"

Ratarang jumped onto the still wriggling bag, holding the rope keeping it closed.

“We was gonna set this bag a monsters free and steal all the food! Right, Boss?“

“Yes, sweet Ratarang. Now, RELEASE THE ROACH MONSTERS AAHAHAHAHAHA!!!“

“You got it, Bo- WOAH!“

Ratarang was knocked away by a jar of mayonnaise.

“Not if we have anything to do about it!“ Mao exclaimed, running towards Orangusnake. 

Boss Hosstrich was about to lock on to the sheriff but was startled by Shadow Mao leaping in front of him and slicing his egg cannon in half. 

“N-now now, we can talk this out like gentlemen can’t we?“

Shadow Mao narrowed his eyes, tossing Boss Hosstrich with the other two just as Mao was finishing up his fight with Orangusnake. 

“Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!“ Orangusnake waved his arms in front of his face.

The two Maos stood in a batter stance and swung, slamming the Sky Pirates and the monster bag into the air.

“We just wanted to get some foooooood!“ There was a loud crash in the distance and a “We’re OK!“ was heard.

Mao turned to face his counterpart, rubbing the back of his head and looking down. 

“Listen, uh. Thanks, for having my back.” he looked up. “I. I’m sorry for doubting you. Heh. We’re both Mao after all, both soon to be Legendary Heroes!”

Mao coughed, holding out his hand. 

“Anyway, uh, friends?”

Shadow Mao’s red eyes widened before turning into happy slits. He nodded, giving the other a thumbs up before giving a firm handshake.

“Great! Let’s go get those groceries, haha.“

The two made their way to the farmers market.

                                                  -back at HQ-

“So it’s agreed? We don’t tell either of the Mao’s what happened here.“ Adorabat said, wings folded in front of her as the four deputies sat around the kitchen table.

They all nodded. 

“Ok chill,” Badgerclops said “everybody hands in.“ 

Both sets of deputies put their claws and wings in the middle of the table.

“One, two, BREAK!“

The front door slid open. “Oh fuck they’re back, everybody act natural!”

“Badgerclops! Adorabat! Shadowclops! Shadowbat! We got you- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HQ!!!!!“

“Ehehehe, welcome back?“

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extra:

the sky pirates land on their ship and the bag explodes so now they have a bunch of those insect monsters from the king’s dungeon crawling around and wreaking havoc ( ;m;)

[crossyourheart-twff]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 is UP! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23812213/chapters/59260480

Floyd wished he had something to squeeze. Preferably someone’s throat, but anything would do. He wished he were rounding up one of Azul’s clients with an outstanding bill, then he’d have the perfect excuse to work off the tension coiled in his muscles. Heck, he’d settle for scrubbing down greasy pans in the Monstro Lounge’s kitchen. In short, he’d rather  do anything besides sit through Magical Analysis.

At only the second day of classes he was already fed up with the subject and had been ever since he went over the syllabus with Jade in their room. His twin tried to reassure him. It would be fine, he told him. There were sure to be plenty of flashy spells and tricks to keep him entertained, it was Magical Analysis after all.

Well, it was day two and the professor hadn’t even cast a simple cleaning charm. Never mind that class hadn’t started, that was beside the point.

The seat beside him squeaked as someone claimed it. Funny. There weren’t many people so brave as to sit next to him. This sudden, if minuscule, change was enough to pique his interest. Floyd cast a sidelong glance to the student beside him and deflated. He was the most generic looking boy he’d ever seen. In fact, the only remarkable thing about him was the grey baseball cap resting on his dark hair. That, and the flame-eared cat curled on the desk, probably some sort of familiar or a manifestation of his Unique Magic. He sighed and drew his gaze back to his own things. How disappointing.

Floyd twirled his magic pen between his long fingers as the professor began to speak. If the lecture was to be boring, and his neighbor uninteresting, then he’d create his own entertainment. The professor started on his lesson, something about the different parts of a spell working together to blah blah blah blah blah. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard a hundred times before, if not from a teacher then from Jade or Azul.

They always loved to harp on such technicalities. But Floyd? As far as he was concerned, if the spell worked, it worked; if it didn’t, it didn’t. That’s all that mattered, right?

The professor fished a magic pen from his pocket now, gearing up for a demonstration. Floyd rolled his eyes. Sure enough, a spark of light erupted from the end of his pen and burst in shimmers and flashes of color above the class’s heads with a sharp clap! Predictable.

At least for Floyd. Others in the class hummed or tilted their heads in response, but none gave such a spectacular reaction as the boy next to him. It went far beyond mild interest or appreciation. He flinched in his chair and cried out in surprise - perhaps  delight- as the sparks of the professor’s magic drifted to the floor.

The room fell silent. Floyd turned in time to catch his neighbor’s expression shift from delight to horror as he realized he’d gained the entire class’ attention. A beat and then the class tumbled into laughter, none louder than Floyd himself. Somewhere at the front the professor struggled to regain control of the room. Forget him. This was much more amusing than some tired parlor tricks.  

What the professor did was nothing, it was the sort of thing adults performed for small children all the time. Why would anyone their age react to something so simple? Floyd had to know.

“Ehehehe,” he gave his neighbor a sharp-toothed grin, “jumping at some flashy magic?”

The boy did not answer him. He was too embarrassed, that much Floyd figured. What he didn’t count on was the glare the cat shot at the boy. He was taken aback in the best way as he heard him hiss, “Get it together, human. You’re pathetic!”

The cat leapt away and settled on a window sill before the boy opened his mouth.

“I said enough!” the last bits of ruckus died with the professor’s final command, “Now, as we’ve discussed…”

While the rest of the class refocused on the lesson, Floyd kept his attention on his neighbor. The window for talking was closed, but the damage was done. He’d found the perfect distraction. Gone was the urge to squeeze, replaced instead with curiosity. Despite the boy’s mundane exterior, instinct told Floyd there was something interesting here, and his instincts were seldom wrong. He opened his notebook and began to write.

Parker wished for the ground to swallow her whole. Or better yet, she could hide herself away in the coffin she’d arrived in and never come out. She could convince Ace and Deuce to nail it shut. These were her thoughts as a piece of paper slid onto her desk, its corner poked at the back of her hand.

It didn’t take long to figure out where it came from. There was only one other person in her row.

And he was smiling at her.

Something about him rubbed her the wrong way, and no, it wasn’t the sharp teeth that lined his grin. He’d laughed at her once, the smart thing would be to ignore him. Why should she give him a chance to mock her again? She swatted the paper back at him as if clearing away dust.

Floyd’s mouth collapsed into a frown. What’s this? He blinked as his note slid back to him without being read. Was he ignoring him? Well that was no fun. Unless... Did the little shrimp want to play? His grin returned. In that case, Floyd would play.

The note returned to her desk. Parker stifled a groan. She didn’t want to deal with this. Back it went.

Floyd waited long enough for the paper to settle before sliding it over once more.

Parker’d had it. This was the last time, she’d make sure of it. But as she went to shove the note away, her neighbor’s arm whipped across and pinned it to her desk. She tried to shove his arm aside, but it held firm. Parker’s options ran through her mind in rapid succession. She could push him away, but by the looks of things he was much taller than her. She might be able to hold her own against Ace, but a giant like this guy? She wouldn’t stand a chance! She could always call on the professor, but again that led to more attention. That was out, too…

She loosed a sigh from deep in her chest. She was out of options. Making it a point to frown at him first, she lifted the top half of the sheet and read:

Why did you jump?

There. She read the note. She flashed him a tight-lipped smile and shrugged. That was all. It wasn’t enough, for he slid the paper closer to her and tapped on the empty space beneath the question.

He wanted her to write back.

Parker huffed. Ok, fine. If it got him off her back, she’d do what he wanted. She readjusted her cap for good measure, then slid him her response.

I wasn’t expecting it.

He chuckled under his breath. A minute later, the note was back.

Don’t be scared, Shrimpy. It’s only a silly trick.

Shrimpy?

My name is Parker.

Ten seconds. The new note read:

Eh. I like Shrimpy better.

Parker was about to respond when he snatched the note back and added:

Have you never seen magic before?

Oh, no. How was she supposed to handle this? She could try to ignore, but she had a feeling he wasn’t afraid to escalate the situation, and that was the last thing she needed. Parker steeled herself.

I don’t have magic.

His response took longer this time. Almost a full minute passed before she felt the paper tickle the back of her hand.

You’re the guy from the ceremony.

Parker didn’t want to answer, although she knew her silence was confirmation enough. He took the paper back and returned it with:

         It’s ok, Shrimpy. You’re an interesting one.

An interesting one… Dread pooled in the pit of Parker’s stomach. Interesting. She was supposed to be anything but interesting right now. Interesting was bad, it meant attention and attention meant… No. Breathe. She couldn’t think like that. Play it cool.

What do you mean, ‘interesting?’

His response came quickly.

I’m bored now. Bye.

What the heck? Bored? She asked him as much, but when she tried to pass him the note, he turned away from her, opting instead to twirl his magic pen between his long fingers. What was with this guy?

Meanwhile, Floyd’s spirits lifted at the prospect of a new thing. A boy without magic at Night Raven. Well. It seemed he’d have something to analyze after all.

It just wouldn’t be magic.

The tall student disappeared. Class scarcely ended as Parker glanced over and found he no longer reclined against his chair. It struck her, though she couldn’t put her finger on how, nor could she explain to Grim why it mattered that he’d gone. As the cat creature put it, who was he to her, anyway?

Grim was right. There were more important things to worry about, after all. Like how she couldn’t keep from spazzing longer than five minutes without Ace or Deuce around to hold her hand. She rolled her shoulders at the thought as if to shake it. Since when was she the type to be co-dependent? This wasn’t her, she wasn’t like this, but ever since she’d left that coffin, since Crowley found her, since she talked to that stupid mirror-

It was this place. The longer she spent here the more she realized there was a reason it was called Twisted Wonderland. It had a way of flipping things until she couldn’t tell up from down or left from right. Perhaps it would deform her so thoroughly she’d wake up one day and suddenly be unable to find her own face in her reflection.

“Oi! Wake up.”

A fingertip found the center of her forehead.

Her thoughts shattered at the touch. Gone were the stone corridors and arched windows of the main castle, in their place was an afternoon sky and weed-encrusted cobblestones. Were they halfway to Ramshackle?

“Where’s you head?” Ace smirked.

Grim pointed his nose in the air, “She’s probably still agonizing about class.”

Of course  he’d say that. Parker sighed, “I’m not-”

“I don’t blame her,” Deuce shook his head, “That could have cost us her cover. She needs to be more careful.”

She was right here, thank you! Parker opened her mouth to say as much but Ace beat her.

“Wasn’t as bad as Magic History,” he laughed, “I call it improvement.”

Deuce’s hands clenched into fists by his sides, “Is everything a joke to you? If we don’t watch her properly-”

Watch her properly. Deuce said watch her properly, like she was somebody’s kid, or a plant. Watch her properly.

Parker shook her head. Ace and Deuce were at each but their words didn’t register in her ears. She was stuck on her demotion. Was that all they saw her as? A chore, a thing to be watched? Her shoes scuffed the cracked cobblestone. It was obvious she needed their help, but this implied something else entirely, and if that was how they saw her, how this was going to go...

“This isn’t going to work,” it was the only thing Parker could say with confidence.

The bickering stopped.

“Aw, not again!” Ace slapped a hand to his forehead, “I thought we-”

“No,” Parker said, “Ever since I got here I’ve been told what to do and how to act, I have no idea how anything works- Hell! I can’t use my real name!” She didn’t bother disguising her voice, “do you know how that feels? And here you come talking about me like I’m some babysitting job-”

The world tilted. Her breath came in short.

“I’m a person! I’m capable! I-” Parker closed her eyes. Deep breath. She was loosing focus. There was a point to make, “Look, if we’re going to pull this off, then we’re partners. Equals. Just... Just give me this.”

The two Heartslabyul boys exchanged a glance. Where did this come from? She had no idea how to navigate their world, she said it herself. She needed them, and they’d guarded her- against their will and under duress, but they had. And yet there she was, tie undone, shirt rumpled, and looking for all the world like she was two steps away from plunging into a pit.

Deuce had the inkling that it wasn’t their fussing that was bothering her, not really. To an extent she reminded him of his mother, her sobbing, wishing there was something she could do to get through to him.

“What’s your name?”

Both Ace and Parker blinked.

“You said you can’t use your real name,” Deuce let a small grin tug at his lip, “If we’re partners, I need to know who I’m working with.”

Grim piped up next, “It makes sense. I need to address my minion properly, y’know?”

“Partners, furball,” Ace shot Grim a glare before pointing his chin towards her, “Go on, then. Tell us your name.”

She didn’t speak as the mirror bubbled into her memory.

“C’mon!” Ace said, “You wouldn’t shut up a second ago.”

They’d listened. She couldn’t believe they actually listened. She didn’t fight her first genuine smile since Flying class, “Violet.”

Deuce cocked a brow, “Where’d ‘Parker’ come from?”

She shrugged, “My last name.”

“Well, Violet, we tried. Hopefully you won’t screw up worse tomorrow,” Ace shoved past her, continuing their walk towards Ramshackle. Parker- Violet- scoffed at his back but caught up soon enough.

“Me?” She crossed her arms.

“Honestly, Ace,” Deuce matched step on his other side.

The banter began anew. But this time, Violet Parker was a part of the fight as they walked together.

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If You Just Listened - Part 13

Public transportation in Gotham wasn't the best. After witnessing fights, drug deals, and countless other events on the buses and trains, you eventually came to the decision that walking was best. But today was an exception.

Once you'd dried your laundry and finished talking to Arthur last night, you carried your clothes to your apartment and settled in. Shortly after heading to bed, you suddenly heard what sounded like yelling and banging from the apartment under you... Arthur's apartment.

It didn't sound too serious, probably just a dispute between mother and son. Still, you felt bad. Arthur just had a very big day, his comedic debut. It shouldn't have ended with a fight. But, there was nothing you could do. You tucked yourself in, and waited for the yelling to die down.

This morning, Arthur told you he needed to do something important. Something very important. You assumed it had something to do with the fight last night. You were undeniably curious, but didn't want to press too much. It seemed like a personal issue.

"Can you come to the train station with me?" he asked. "I know it's a pain in the ass, but..."

You shook your head. "Arthur, we're friends. If you need me, I'm there." You crossed your arms, smiling at him. He smiled a bit, but you could tell he wasn't in his usual cheery demeanor today. "So where is this train station?"

Arthur scratched the back of his head. "That's the annoying part. It's in Elmont."

Of course it's in fucking Elmont.

You stopped yourself from groaning. Elmont was a neighborhood so far uptown from the city that there was no way you two could walk. You'd have to take the bus, which you did NOT want to do. At all. And it wouldn't be a short ride either - it would be an hour there and back, at the very least (And that's without traffic!). You dreaded the public transportation of Gotham. Arthur couldn't have asked you to go to a train station in downtown Gotham. Nooo, it's gotta be Elmont!

"Pfft, Elmont? Don't even worry about it. Let me just get myself together and I'll see you in the lobby, yeah?"

Arthur nodded, and began his way downstairs.

You shut the door behind you, grumbling as you went about your apartment. "Fucking Elmont."

And now here you were, on a crowded bus that smelled like an armpit. Luckily, you and Arthur were able to find seats. You tried to strike a conversation with him a few times, but it didn't seem like he was in the mood to talk today.

You furrowed your eyebrows. This behavior was weird, even for Arthur. Whatever happened last night must have really been serious. Although you weren't enjoying this trip in any sense, you truly wanted to be there for him. You sighed, staring at his knee. You wanted things to be better. For both of you.

Halfway through the ride, you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy. You turned to Arthur. He seemed to be zoned-out, staring through the window. Still not in the mood to talk.

You yawned, deciding that if you were going to nap, this would be your chance. You adjusted your arms, sinking down into your jacket, falling into a surprisingly easy sleep...

"Excuse me?" "Mm...?

You slowly opened your eyes, looking towards the source of the voice. An older woman was leaning towards you from the seat across yours. You rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust them. You couldn't exactly remember what you were doing on this bus upon waking up.

"The last stop is coming up. Just wanted to let you and your friend know." She smiled, and turned back ahead.

My friend...? Oh. Right.

You felt a heaviness on your shoulder. You turned to see what it was, your face immediately being buried in a bunch of brown hair.

Arthur had fallen asleep on your shoulder.

You turned your head forward, wondering how he ended up there. He probably fell asleep sitting up, the rocking of the bus eventually knocking him to the side. Imagining it made you chuckle.

I wonder what his hair smells like...

Wait, what?

That was a weird thought. Why would you care how his hair smelled? What were you, some kind of creep? Who even thinks of that? You were just tired. This bus ride was long, and boring. Yeah, that was it. Your brain was probably just looking for a way to entertain itself. Stimulating the senses, or something. Yeah.

You peeked over at him. Still sound asleep.

It would be harmless, Arthur wouldn't even notice. Was it a crime to want to smell something? What, like using your nose was illegal? What harm could it do?

You slowly turned your head towards his, hesitating.

Arthur wouldn't care right?

Or would he?

This was weird...

Ah, you were just overthinking it.

Slowly, you sunk the tip of your nose into his chestnut locks. You closed your eyes, gently burrowing into his hair as you inhaled. He smelled smoky, yet sweet. Like a combination of cigarettes and honeysuckle. Where did the honeysuckle come from? Maybe it was his shampoo. You dug your nose deeper, nearly touching his scalp. He smelled earthy, and natural. Like he showered recently, but not too recently. If you could describe his scent, the only word that came to mind would be... comfortable. What a friend was supposed to smell like. Friend-scented? You smiled.  

Arthur rustled, slowly picking his head up and nicking your nose.

Your face shot forward, your eyes shooting open. You folded your hands together tightly.

He adjusted his shoulders, his eyes still squinting from tiredness. He touched the top of his head, shifting his gaze towards you.

"Were you... sniffing me?" Crap. "What?" "What were you doing just now?" "I literally have no idea what you're even saying."

You buried yourself further into your jacket and scarf, your face now beet-red. He was asleep, you were so sure he was asleep. Was he awake the entire time? Did he just wake up? You prayed to God it was the latter.

"I could've sworn I felt you-" "Arthur, can you just focus, please? Look, we're already at the stop."

Arthur blinked a few times, clearly puzzled by the entire situation. He looked ahead, and sure enough, you had reached your destination.

The bus came to a slow, creaking halt at the station. The driver looked behind his seat, shouting, "Last stop! Everybody out!"

You and Arthur got up, stretching from the long ride. You stepped outside, walking him towards the station entrance. As you reached one of its glass doors, he took a deep breath and turned to you.

"I just want to say something," he sighed.

"Is this about the smelling thing? 'Cause I swear it wasn't what you think it was. I was looking out the window and your head was right there and I just needed to breathe like any human does so I inhaled through my nose but your hair was also in the way so it LOOKED like I was smelling your hair but I wasn't I was just turning my head and your head was also there and I was breathing but while my nose was-"

Arthur held his hand up, stopping your ramble.

"I believe you, I just wanted to say thanks for coming," he said flatly.

His calm attitude only served to make you all the more embarrassed. Shouldn't this be the other way around? Usually he was the flustered one.

"I have to get on my train now," he continued. "I'll see you tonight?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just stop by if you need me, why not."  

Arthur gave a low-spirited smile, turning towards the entrance.

Before he could take a step, you grabbed him by his arm and yanked him into a tight hug. He tensed up, unsure of what to do.

You were hugging him. This wasn't his imagination.

This was... real.

Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't know what's going on, but I can tell it's a lot. I'm here for you, bud. Whenever you need me." You squeezed him tighter.

Arthur was speechless. Never in his most fantastical dreams would he have imagined to have a friend like you. He felt... undeserving. He hadn't done anything to earn you as a companion. Why were you here? He shut his eyes tightly, feeling his body begin to shudder with grateful, yet sad laughter. He pulled you closer to him, unbelievably thankful to have you here in this moment.

You patted his back, used to his laughter by now. You sighed, hoping whatever he was dealing with would be over soon.

After a few minutes, Arthur began to calm down. He stood up straight, sniffling a bit and grinning at you.

"Thanks." "Don't mention it."

Arthur walked towards the train station entrance, pulling open a glass door. He stopped there, turning to you.

"Also, I was awake the whole time," he added, an amused smile on his face. "You're weird."

And with that, he disappeared into the station.

Your expression sunk, your face immediately going pale. You yanked your winter cap further down on to your head, wanting to bury yourself inside it as you ran towards a departing bus.

Did Arthur just call me weird? Arthur, of all people? I hate my life.

A/N - Looks like Y/N can be just as creepy. anyways - IM BAAAAAACCCCCKKK, AND FINALS ARE OVER!! GET READY FOR BACK TO BACK FICS GUYS - and sorry for the wait ehehehe....

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