#ft. Time's floating head I never got around to

[cheatsylu]

Forgot about this thing i was working on a while ago. Don't know if i'll finish so i'll let it rot on tumblr instead of my folders 😭

[ohnoyuno]

Shenanigans and Splashes 

Pairing: jeong jaehyun x female reader | ft. ilichil Genre: fluff Warnings: suggestive Word Count: 2020

Summary: When one very down bad Jaehyun lets his thirst get the best of him, all hell breaks loose. A simple tug on a bikini string quickly escalates as his members turn on him in full force. Mayhem erupts as they seek to avenge your honour. 

Jaehyun and you were like a couple out of puppy love, splashing around in the pool, the warm sun reflecting off the water as laughter echoed between the two of you. You tossed water playfully at him, watching his eyes narrow mischievously as he swam towards you “You think you can get me wet?” he teased, a confident smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh, for sure I can,” you replied, flicking another splash in his direction.

But just as you turned to escape from his counterattack, Jaehyun made a move, gently pulling you back toward him by your wrist. “Want to get you wet elsewhere, baby” he whispered into yours ears 

“Ha.ha.ha you wish!” You said sarcastically, swimming away from him quickly, the water rippling as you moved, but Jaehyun, being the competitive one, swam after you with ease. As you turned back to see him, he was already behind you. The cheeky grin on Jaehyun’s face never faded. Letting his intrusive thoughts take control, he swiftly tugged at the string of your bikini top, causing it to loosen.

Startled, you instinctively grabbed onto it, holding it close to your chest, shooting him a mock glare. “JAEHYUN!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of mock frustration and laughter.

Jungwoo, who had been floating nearby, burst out in laughter at the sight of you scrambling to secure your bikini top. “Hyung, you are so dead,” he said between chuckles, shaking his head at Jaehyun’s antics.

The laughter caught the attention of the other members who had been lounging by the pool.

Jaehyun put his hands up in mock surrender. “Just a little harmless fun.”

In defeat, you made your way to the side of the pool, your eyes locked with Doyoung’s, who had been sitting with his legs dangling in the water, watching the chaos unfold. “Ugh help me, please,” you said, throwing him a pleading look, knowing that out of everyone, he was the one who might actually take your side.

He offered you a hand. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today” he said with a laugh, his voice teasing but sincere.

With one hand still holding onto the fabric of your bikini, you reached out to him, and he quickly lifted you up to sit on the edge of the pool. As you settled yourself on the ledge, you could still hear the faint echoes of Jaehyun’s laughter in the background.

Without needing you to ask again, Doyoung quickly got to work, his movements efficient and steady as he gently retied your bikini top with ease. His calm demeanor contrasted with Jaehyun’s and Jungwoo’s laughter still filling around the pool. 

“Is it secure?” Doyoung asked, his voice neutral as he glanced up at you and gave a brief, thoughtful look. His tone was matter-of-fact, with a touch of subtle attention to detail.

You nodded, relieved, and gave him a grateful smile. “You’re a lifesaver, Doyoung.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun called out to you from across the pool, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone. You could feel his eyes on you, but you ignored him, crossing your arms and pretending not to hear.

Doyoung just shot him a playful look, the corner of his lips twitching as he replied, “Next time, try to keep your intrusive thoughts in check.”

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence behind you. Without warning, Taeyong wrapped a soft towel around your shoulders, his arms gently resting on you as he gave you a comforting smile.

“Thank you, Taeyong,” you said softly, feeling warm and bundled up

Taeyong patted your shoulder lightly before looking over at Jaehyun, his expression also turning playful yet firm. He gave Jaehyun a look and said, “Try anything else, and you’ll have to deal with me.” His tone was light, but the underlying warning was clear.

“Noona, I’ll help you take revenge!” Haechan shouted with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Before one knows it, he pounced on Jaehyun from behind, pushing him underwater. Jungwoo quickly jumped in to join him, pulling Jaehyun down further as they both began to attack him together.

Jaehyun resurfaced, completely caught off guard. “Hey! Shouldn’t you guys be on my team?!” he exclaimed, clearly not expecting his playful banter to backfire in such a hilarious way.

Jungwoo, still clinging to his shoulder, cackled. “Not when you’re out here pulling bikini strings, hyung!”

Mark, always quick to join in, dove into the pool with a dramatic splash, sending water flying in every direction. “Aight, Spidermark is here!” he said, striking a playful pose as he resurfaced, looking every bit the superhero he claimed to be.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your sulkiness fading completely as you watched the boys defend your honor in the most ridiculous, over-the-top way. They were fully committed, attacking Jaehyun with all their might. 

“You guys are insane,” you said between giggles, thoroughly entertained by the sight of Jaehyun desperately trying to escape their grip.

As the playful chaos continued, Johnny and Yuta strolled in from the clubhouse, towels slung over their shoulders with their drinks in hand. They stopped short at the edge of the pool, watching Jaehyun getting tag-teamed by Haechan, Mark, and Jungwoo.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, watching Jaehyun flail in the middle of the water as Haechan and Mark relentlessly splashed him. “What did I miss? A full-blown mutiny?”

“You had one job, Jaehyun. One. Job.” Yuta chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the railing. Johnny, always the protector, grinned, clearly amused by the antics going on in the water. 

Haechan, clinging to Jaehyun’s back like a koala, yelled, “And that job was to behave! But nooo, horny hyung was activated!”

Johnny gave Jaehyun a mock salute. “Prayers up, bro. You’re on your own.”

Jaehyun, who had been trying to dodge the attacks, was now surrounded, his laughter mixing with their playful taunts. And somewhere behind them, Mark let out a maniacal laugh as he cannonballed onto Jaehyun again.

“You’re done for, hyung!” Haechan laughed, sending another wave of water in Jaehyun’s direction.

The pool had officially become a splash battleground, and Jaehyun? Completely outnumbered. The members had him cornered, every time Jaehyun tried to break free, someone pulled him back—Haechan grabbing his arm, Jungwoo pushing from behind, Mark drowning him with splashes. 

Taeyong looked every bit the disappointed parent. “Ten bucks says he tries to bribe us for backup in the next five minutes.”

“Five?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow. “I bet he’ll start crying in three.”

Johnny chuckled, leaning back against the poolside. “I give him two, tops. He’ll be begging for mercy before you even finish counting.”

Sure enough, as if on cue, Jaehyun, now fully submerged in water with Haechan clinging to his leg and Jungwoo refusing to let go of his waist, shot them a look of desperation.

You just sat there, wrapped in Taeyong’s towel, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. 

"Baby, help me please!" Jaehyun called out for you, his voice tinged with agony as he tried to wiggle free from the tangled mess of limbs in the pool.

"You deserve that!" You glanced over at him, arms crossed, trying to keep a straight face. But you couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Jaehyun flashed you his best puppy-dog eyes, water dripping down his face, and his hair plastered to his forehead. "I promise I'll be good! I'll be good for you in bed tonight. Whatever you want."

The members chuckled at the absurdity. Even as he fought for his freedom in the pool, Jaehyun was still clutching onto his horny little agenda like it was a life raft.

Haechan, bobbing in the water like a smug little duck, shot Jaehyun a look. “Hyung, even when you’re drowning, the horny never dies!”

Jaehyun dramatically slapped the water, sending a splash in Haechan’s direction. “It’s not my fault I’m consistent!” he huffed, trying to untangle himself from Mark, who was now straddling his neck with his feet like he was riding a wild water buffalo.

“Consistently down bad,” Mark snorted, clinging on tighter with zero intention of letting go. “Seriously, hyung, it’s like you’re ovulating or something.”

The pool erupted with laughter. “Mark!” Doyoung choked, nearly falling backward from where he was perched on the ledge. “You can’t say that!”

“I said what I said!” Mark grinned. “I fear no man… except maybe Jaehyun’s inner thoughts.”

Johnny, now casually floating on a pool noodle, raised a hand. “Let’s be honest, Jaehyun’s inner thoughts are a public safety concern at this point.”

You, from your cozy seat at the edge of the pool, just sipped your drink and laughed. “That’s what you get for messing with me.”

“Not even a little sympathy?” Jaehyun pouted. 

You leaned back slightly, the corners of your lips twitching up as you feigned ignorance, “Sympathy? Oh baby,” you said sweetly, “you lost that privilege the second you pulled on my bikini top like it was a drawstring bag.”

Jaehyun clutched his chest like you’d stabbed him. “Wow. Betrayed by the love of my life. How heartless!” he muttered.

“You’re lucky I didn’t body slam you like Jungwoo did,” you replied dryly, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Still would’ve been worth it,” he grinned, water dripping from his eyelashes as he blinked up at you.

Haechan fake gagged. “Okay. Someone please drown me in bleach. I can’t swim in this pool anymore.”

Taeyong looked skyward. “God, it’s me again. Please send stronger brain cells to our Jaehyun.”

“Down bad and defeated,” Yuta called out, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Truly tragic.”

After what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun finally slipped free from their hold as the boys began to lose steam. He dramatically flopped onto the green floatie, arms sprawled, staring up at the sky, “What’s the point of being good looking if I can’t have a little fun?”

“You’re so good looking, you forget that you also need self awareness,” you quipped, giving him a playful side eye. “It’s called balance.”

Jaehyun turned his head toward you, his grin returning, eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re my balance, babe. Without you, I’d be a hot mess... actually, I’m still a hot mess, but at least you make it look good.”

“Keep going, and I might just let you keep some dignity... but don’t push it.”  you teased, crossing your arms.

Johnny, still on his pool noodle, raised a brow. “Dignity’s long gone, my guy.”

Jaehyun’s grin only widened, clearly unfazed by your playful threat. “I’m not pushing it, I’m just stating facts. I’m charmingly reckless, and you very much love it.”

“Reckless? More like dangerously clueless,” you shot back, but there was no denying the warmth in your smile.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Dangerously charming, too.”

An echo of groans and exaggerated scowls came from the boys, who were all too familiar with Jaehyun’s confidence.

“Come here, my love,” Jaehyun said, floating toward you with a dramatic flair, holding out his arms like a knight on a horse, ready to sweep you off your feet.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the amused smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a dork,” you muttered, but the magnetic pull of his over-the-top charm was impossible to ignore.

You couldn’t resist. And just like that, you gave in, swimming towards him and joining him on the floatie. The moment you settled beside him, he wrapped an arm around you, grinning like he had just won the battle. You were equally down bad for him, and you both knew it.

"Don’t act like you weren’t already planning this," Jaehyun teased, resting his chin on your shoulder while sneakily planting kisses along your neck. "You know I’m irresistible."

“Don’t get too comfortable, keep your hands to yourself, yeah?” you said, trying to sound stern, but the soft smile on your face betrayed you. “You’re still on probation, your dick is not getting out of your pants.”

"Excuse you, we are still here!" Taeyong’s voice echoed from the edge of the pool, making everyone burst into laughter again. 

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[oweninadaydream]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞) || 𝐀.𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary : Can anybody blame a young lady for indulging in her deepest desires despite suspecting that the end is imminent?

song inspo: Fortnight by Taylor Swift (ft. Post Malone)

pairing : Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

word count : 1564 words

contains : rake!Anthony, unrequited? love, mentions of alcohol and I think that's it!

a/n : I am not the owner of the gif or the dividers ( I don't possess such talents jakjhakjshda). This will have a second part (already working on it). The next chapter of the Feel the rush series will be posted after my exams, sorry :((( Anyway, enjoy !!!

The maid finished working on (Y/N)’s makeup and she turned to look at the final product in the mirror. Her  hair was perfectly held at the back of her neck with a chignon. Her grandmother’s diadem added that sophisticated touch the young woman craved. After taking in the breathtaking shade of her dress in the mirror, she started twirling and giggling around her chamber in a fairy manner. Someone could wonder, what on earth was going on inside the girl’s head? The answer was easy, yet so complicated. Lady (Y/L/N) was simply smitten with someone she knew very well, a lifelong friend that seemed interested in her as well. The problem? That man was no other than Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, the most infamous rake of the Ton. 

“Your carriage is ready, miss (Y/L/N)” the butler informed the young lady.

At almost the same time, another voice echoed around the house.

“(Y/N) dear, we must go now. Lady Danbury will not let me hear the end of it if we show up late yet again. I’d also like to chat a bit with Violet, I haven’t seen her since the Featherington ball.” her mother urged her from the hall.

“I’m ready, mother” she answered loud enough for the woman to hear.

On her way to the barouch that would transport them, she realized that the burgundy dahlias that had been planted at the beginning of the summer were finally blooming with the arrival of autumn, contributing to the embellishment of the front garden. She stared at them for a second; her mind was searching for something in them but she couldn’t explain what exactly. She shook her head and she got inside the carriage.

Pacing around the ethereal gardens of Aubrey Hall, her mind couldn’t help the quick escapades to the first time they kissed. Sitting under the blossoming tree, Anthony and her were watching the sunset taking with itself the traces of winter, welcoming the first of many spring nights. The two of them were abnormally quiet, as if the sight of the moon had bewitched them both. (Y/N)'s spine could still feel violent shivers traveling down her spine when recalling the way the Viscount had lightly brushed his nose against hers before capturing her lips into a slow deep kiss. His chapped and demanding mouth stole a couple more pecks before laughing airly, rising from their hidden spot and offering his hand to help her on her feet. 

That glorious evening marked the beginning of … Well, she couldn’t quite state what it was. The rest of the summer was filled with fleeting glances, embraces away from prying eyes and laughing, lots of laughing. (Y/N) had never been happier; after all, the Viscount was by her side every other night. Still, a series of dark thoughts anxiously floated around her head whenever he walked away to attend the gentlemen’s club, or whenever he tried to avoid her gaze after implying anything that had to do with love or compromise outside his mattress.  Shaking her head and changing the subject usually did the trick, but for the last few days, Anthony had been acting ever so strange. 

(Y/N) was absent in deep thoughts when she felt a familiar touch on her back. 

“Anthony” It was not a  question, but the most confident of statements.

“How did you know it was me so surely?” he said while flashing her with one of his infamous smiles.

She raised her head so her eyes stared at him directly. “I could recognize you by smell, by the prints you leave when you step on the ground on a rainy day or simply by tracing your features with only one finger, eyes completely closed. You are no mystery to me” her answer was sweet and sincere, with a touch of flirting attitude.

He went quiet, very quiet. Every bit of the playful attitude  he had shown earlier had disappeared, now replaced by a hard expression. “You ignore plenty of things about me, so stop acting like my-”

“What has come over you? Your usually particular temperament has worsened these past two weeks. I do not appreciate that you talk to me in such a way” she abruptly interrupted in hopes of obtaining any kind of answer that would help her understand.

“I cannot bear with this any longer. I just feel like we have gone astray from the path we had established for us. I wish for us to be on the same page, and that implies remembering the casual nature of our… deal. Please tell me you understand” his pleading eyes accompanied the request perfectly.

“Forgive me, Anthony but I can’t wrap my head around what you are saying. I thought we were evolving, like our relationship. I know you are not the most kin on marrying or doing this as everyone else does, but after all we’ve been through, don’t you dare tell me that I have been delusionally imagining all these romantic gestures and moments”

“Mademoiselle Parisot is upstairs waiting for me. I would love to continue to discuss this in another time, unless there’s anything that must be told in this exact moment” Was his voice meant to sound confident? (Y/N) could almost feel some sorrow slipping through the cracks of his quick confession. 

The astounded expression on (Y/N)’s face showed that she did in fact not comprehend any of what Anthony was rambling about. A quick sight that denoted shock and upset preceded the lady’s monologue.

“I love you, Anthony, and it’s ruining my life. I can’t keep sighing like a damsel trapped in the highest tower, as I yearn for a future that my eyes will not behold. I can’t keep masquerading my true desires, in hopes that you will choose to stay. I will not continue to morph into whatever kind of woman you fantasize about at the moment, making all those efforts for a man who could never spare a glance at me in such a way, and losing myself in the process. I always thought my worst misery would originate in a forced, loveless marriage with some old earl at best , that would little by little drain every spark of joy within me. But oh, what fool I have been. This senseless affair we have going on has come to distress me more than the worst of husbands ever could. So, go on, run straight into her arms. I do not care, not one bit, my lord. You have shattered my heart a million times throughout the years, I cannot feel it tearing apart anymore.”

His stupidly handsome face showed an evident feeling of distraughtness ; she had never raised her voice like that, nor had she ever used similar words around (or against) him. He quickly shook  his head to wash away the initial shock, substituting it with his typical stoic mask.

“I have never intended to inflict any kind of pain upon yourself, my lady. But, as my dearest friend, you should have known what you were getting yourself into, (y/n).”

His casual condescending  tone made her sick to the stomach and the loudest of silences entered the scene. After a minute or two, a gentle breeze interrupted (y/n)’s pondering. She then raised her head up in a defying manner. After making sure her voice wouldn't give up on her (even though her lower lip was trembling), she decided to voice her thoughts. 

“That's the thing that bothers me so much about infatuation. It makes humans stupid, it makes them believe it can fix anything, even lost causes such as yourself, Viscount Bridgerton. I do not desire to disturb my lord any longer, so excuse me.” And just like that, she was heading back inside the ballroom.

The sound of her heels furiously hitting the floor with every step matched perfectly with the accelerated heartbeat of the man left stranded in the gardens. Without much thought he decided to return to the chambers where his seemingly perfect mistress awaited for him.

Not very far from the action, a slightly inebriated Benedict was laughing obnoxiously loud with Eloise and Colin. The sight of  (Y/N) crossing the doors so rapidly while trying to contain her sobs and tears made the three Bridgerton siblings turn their heads to follow their friend’s trajectory. 

“Should we-” Benedict was eager to console (Y/N) despite his clouded reasoning.

“I would say that she needs a moment to collect herself, Benedict. Our presence could do more harm to her already poor state.” Colin spoke.

“I will try to approach her later. I wonder what has happened… Wasn’t she talking with Anthony?” Eloise recalled perfectly how Anthony had started to converse with Miss (Y/N) earlier that night, right in front of the thriving gardenias. Everything seemed perfectly normal when she was passing by, but it was obvious that something had happened after she had gone back inside.

Eloise moved rapidly to peek around the corner, followed by the two males whose curiosity was unbearable as well. On the other side of the garden, an obviously tense Anthony was making his way to his chamber with a light emanating from the inside of the room.

Without a second thought, Benedict voiced what the three of them were thinking in that moment.

“I think that is exactly the problem, my dear sister…”

[honimello]

Instant Crush//Possum Kingdom

Stalker!Cardinal Copia x Sister of Sin!Reader

Summary: He’s been watching you for so long, he can’t wait any longer. He has to have you. (Loosely inspired by the songs Instant Crush by Daft Punk ft. Julian Casablancas, and Possum Kingdom by the Toadies.)

Words: 4,955

Warnings: NSFW 18+, DLDR; Dead Dove‼️intense voyuerism, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, dubious consent/noncon, copia is an unreliable narrator, innocence kink, outcast/evil copia x popular reader slightly cliche, PiV, masturbation, severe stockholm syndrome, mention of lactation

A/N: I don’t know if I would say this is the most intense fic out there but i think it would still be good to put the dead dove do not eat warning on here lol also thought of the ministry having catacombs like halfway through the fic and now i can’t stop thinking about how cool that would be lol

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“And we will never be alone again… Kinda counted on you being a friend, can I give it up or give it away?” // “Make up your mind, and I’ll promise you I will treat you well, my sweet angel.”

He doesn’t know how it got to this point. The Cardinal can just barely see himself in the reflection of the window pane in front of him, but how can he focus on his own practically-drooling visage when he can watch what’s on the other side of the glass?

Copia knows he shouldn’t watch, but he can’t really help it anymore. He really doesn’t know how it got to this point, watching you bent over your bed with an undeserving Brother of Sin. It would make his blood boil if he didn’t love the sight of it so much. You look so beautiful like this, ass pressed up against this rugged Brother, your sweet little face scrunched up in pleasure. Oh, if only it were him making you feel like that. He’s just glad someone’s doing it, even if it’s not him. At least he gets to watch.

Copia’s cock begins to tent his cassock just a little more as a muffled moan of yours floats through the cracked window sill. How divine, he thinks, why would such an angel spend their time in a pit of demons? This was the fourth Sibling you’d been with this week, and he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. You’re such a sweet little thing, and they are always so dirty.

His train of thought is cut short when he realizes your big, innocent eyes are locked on his own. He can feel his heart sink all the way to his feet. You look scared. Yet, you don’t say anything to your partner, just continue to stare into his lustful, depraved gaze. He can’t quite tell what sort of expression is on your face other than shock and fear, but there’s something else indistinguishable mingled in there. It’s not until you arch your back and your eyes roll back into your skull that he knows— arousal is hot in your gaze and it’s bringing you over the edge.

It’s like watching a tsunami, or, more relevantly, an angel fall to earth. It’s breathtaking in so many different ways. He can’t help it when his cock twitches, his cassock becoming unbearably sticky. You’re just so beautiful like this, he doesn’t even need to touch himself.

Copia watches on as your partner cleans only himself up and leaves you on the bed with a halfhearted promise to return at a later date, but you couldn’t care less. How long had he been watching you now? The Cardinal tries to recall when this all started.

You were new to the Ministry but had quickly become a sort of people’s princess. Everyone loved you, especially Copia. You had enchanted him with your big eyes and sweet demeanor. Although, it was never directed towards him, he was quite used to this and hadn’t expected any sort of kindness from you. He knew he didn’t deserve it. He had spent his whole life manipulating and fighting his way to where he was now, but soon he wouldn’t be just a Cardinal anymore.

People knew to tread carefully with him, they thought him disgusting and frightful. A part of him was glad for this, it made his job easier. There was a reason everyone called him the Rat and it wasn’t because of his defined nose. If someone were in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to ruin their lives to come out on top. He’s a liar, a snitch, a traitor, a backstabber, a Brutus, a Judas, if you will.

Ah, yes. Now he remembers. It was fall, he had just finished teaching his Latin class. He was locking up the class room, the night sky shining down on him from a nearby window. A chill ran through his spine. He could hear you, you’re short heels clicked on the linoleum in a strange and specific way that was unique to you. He had been casually watching you in the past week of you being there, any time he found himself in your presence he couldn’t look away.

And here you were, you had stopped in your tracks the second you noticed him. He could practically smell the fear on you, so as he turned to face you, he tried to keep a neutral expression. Even then he knew he didn’t want to scare you, not like how he scares the others. No, he wanted to scare you in a different way. A way that makes you clench your thighs together and beg for release.

“Hello, Sorella.” He said, watching you carefully. You were stiff, like maybe just the sight of him alone had turned you into a statue. He looked off to the side, where he presumed you were heading to. “Ah, on your way to my fratello, eh?”

Terzo’s office was just down the hall from his, and of course a beautiful Sister of Sin like you would visit him late into the night. He saw you fidget where you stood, you stared at your shoes in fear of meeting his eyes. Your voice came out wavering and hushed.

“N-no, il mio Cardinalé. I was on my way to see you.” Your voice was so soft he almost thought he misheard you for a second, but no, oh no, he hadn’t. Now he’s nervous. What could you possibly want to do with him? He was afraid if he thought too much about it he might pitch a tent in his very revealing, tight pants. Seemingly, to spare him, you continued. “Sister Imperator gave me some paperwork she meant to give you in the meeting this morning. She said it was important.”

You held out the stack of papers with a shaking hand, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his gloved fingers against yours as he took it from you. Your eyes were so wide, staring up at him with such fear and reverence. And even after he thanked you and you had walked away, he stood in the hallway dreaming of that look.

Yes, this was when he had started following you. From this point on he couldn’t stand it when you were out of his sight, he had to know where you were and who was giving you the pleasure you deserved. So, as he snapped out of his daydream in the hall, he stalked off into the Ministry corridors.

The Cardinal did his best to stay quiet as he caught glimpses of you turning corners and weaving in between the Ministry’s ornate marble pillars. He followed you into the dorm wing, hesitating just around the corner so he could take note of which door you entered. The butterflies in his belly became more and more present as he realized just how lucky he was. Your room was at the very end of the hall, directly next to an exit, and he knew for a fact that there was a window peering into your room.

He exited the wing, and came face to face with what would soon become a sort of second home to him. A bench directly under the window to your room. Copia cupped his hands around his eyes as he pressed his forehead into the window, trying his best to see into the room with how dark it was. A breeze racked its way through his body, but he warmed up fast when he saw you exit from your bathroom.

Steam spilled from the little room, you had started a shower. His heart began to race, you were grabbing a robe from your dresser. Were you about to?— Oh, yes. Yes, you were. You had pulled your habit right over your head after removing your wimple, the vision in front of him could only be likened to holiness. A beautiful angel, clad in dark lace and nylon. You bent forward, presenting your full ass to him, you rolled down your stockings and pulled them off your legs.

The mirror on your dresser gave him the perfect view of your front as well. It sent a jolt of terror through him though, when he had noticed the window reflected perfectly in the mirror, but it seemed your curtains hid him from view. He heaved a sigh, watching as your hands skimmed over your tits, plucking each bra strap and letting them snap back against your skin. He could see the little flinch you made each time you did it, it had him twitching in his pants.

Finally, you slid the straps off your shoulders and reached behind you to unlatch the bra entirely. It fell to the floor unceremoniously, giving him a full view of your chest. And what a view it was, his hand skimmed its way down to his crotch, palming at his hot erection. Your breasts were soft and caught the beautiful glow of the candle on your dresser like an oil painting.

He didn’t have much time to admire you before your hands made their way down to your panties, playing with the band resting on your full hips. You slid them down your legs, bending over once more. Your cunt was slick and glistening in the candlelight. He started to drool. He hadn’t felt lust like this in quite some time, his work had taken the forefront of his attention. But now? You were the only thing he could think of, work wasn’t even a thought anymore.

You slinked off into the bathroom, finished undressing, and he wondered if you would touch yourself in the shower. He wished there was a window in there too.

That night, as he lay in his bed, wet cock in hand, he imagined what it would be like to touch you, to shower with you.

And even as he sits outside your window now, he still wonders what it would be like to give you the pleasure he so desperately wants to give you. Watching you with your little toys and your inconsistent partners can only satiate him so much.

You lay in your bed, covers pulled all the way up to your nose, still staring at him. You look so enticing. He’s not sure he’ll be able to stop himself anymore. A couple weeks ago he had found a way to unlock the window from the outside. He had taken his fair share of your dirty panties from your hamper, and now… Now he wanted to take something else.

His lithe hand creeps down to where he knows the window is cracked open, the latch never quite closed fully, and if he could wiggle his finger underneath he could push the latch off completely. So, he did. The expression on your face makes him hard again, the squish of the cum staining his cassock is barely a thought to him with how strained his cock is once more. He sees tears well up against your long eyelashes.

He starts to shush you, trying to comfort you as he slowly slides the window up. He bends his head down, and slinks into your room. Soon, Copia is standing next to your bed. You haven’t moved an inch, though the tears have slid down your plump cheeks. He doesn’t know what to say, he wants you to feel better. He wants you to come back with him to his chambers. He wants you all to himself.

Only now does he realize he’s said this aloud. This snaps you out of your paralysis and you lunge for the door to your dorm. He’s much bigger than you though, and he’s caught you within seconds of your attempt. He presses your naked body close to him, you try to claw at his arms and scream but his thick hand has clamped over your mouth.

“Shh, shh, angioletto mio… You don’t need your little playthings anymore, bravetta, you have me now.” He presses his lips against your ear and whispers to you, pressing sporadic little kisses to the shell of your ear in between his words. “Shh, shh…”

Copia rubs his face into your soft hair, his voice rumbling like a cat. You continue to try and wiggle your way out, but he just slowly pulls you down to the ground, arms encasing your entire upper torso in a tight grip. He’s finally caught you and he’s not letting you go.

He continues to shush you, his voice a mix of comforting and terrifying. He gently presses you down into the floor, your body now lain flat, face pressed into the ground.

“Don’t move, little one. Your Cardinalé needs to do something.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach at the insinuation, but thankfully, he steps away from you and walks over to your dresser. You think of making another break for the door, but you know he would just catch you again so you decide to play the obedient role for now. He appreciates this as he pulls two long, thick ribbons from your dresser drawer. He had seen you play with another Sibling with these before and he had fantasized about them since.

Now, he can finally use them on you, like he has a wanted for quite some time now. He stalks back over to your body, straddling your hips and trying not to think of how good it feels for your plush ass to be pressed up against his balls. His fingers wrap around each of your wrists and he binds you with the red ribbon. It’s tight and inescapable. He moves down your legs and does the same with your ankles.

As he goes to stand above you, your little voice stops him in his tracks.

“C-Cardinalé?” Oh, the waver in your voice makes him feral. He’s so glad he could give you such a beautiful tremor. He hopes he’s riling you up just as much as you are to him.

“Sí, bravetta?”

“…”

You squirm under him, the sight of your breasts squished up against the floor is driving him insane. What soft nipples, he thinks, if only I had the time to worship them now. He nudges your hip with the tip of his dress shoe, urging you to continue as he’s sure he only has so much time to get you back to his chambers.

“I-I’m so scared, il mio Cardinalé.” Copia kneels back down, carding his fingers through your hair as he presses up against you once again. He gently lays kisses on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your skin.

“Oh, piccolo angialetto mio, there’s no need to be afraid. Shh, just relax now…” His hand rustles around in his cassock for a few seconds, making your blood run cold, but he pulls out a thick leather strap and fastens it against your mouth, effectively muffling any sound that may come out.

He pulls you off the floor, and carries you bridal style out of your room and through the exit he knew so well.

The entrance to the Ministry’s catacombs was a little bit into the edge of the woods near the gardens, not far from where your room had been. Sister Imperator had given him the long-abandoned chamber within the catacombs when he had become a bishop. The last tenant used to care for the burial sights down there, but after his death the entirety of the catacombs has been left untouched.

Sister had offered Copia an upgrade within the upper clergy chamber hall but he had declined, he’s grown fond of the stench of death.

So, as he pushes the large wooden doors open with his back, he encourages you to close your eyes. Many of the coffins and effigies were open or broken apart, and he would hate for you to see something so grotesque. He wants you calm and comfortable down here.

He traverses the old stone steps down into the ground, the old torches had been updated to be electric, the fuzzy warm light has always looked so cozy to him. Even as it reflects off the cold, stone walls. His chambers are down a few more twists and turns, you try to memorize them but it quickly becomes hard to remember. It dawns on you that maybe only the Cardinal knows how to traverse these caverns.

Copia comes at a stop in front of a large, heavy door, he sets you down gently on the freezing stone floor to unlock it with a skeleton key. He pushes it open far enough that he can carry you through safely.

There’s a large, extravagant bed in the middle of the room. All the furniture in the room seems to be Victorian, and of the same set. It looks much more comfortable than the rest of the catacombs. He strides over to the bed and lays you down on the soft covers, turning back to the door to lock it.

Copia watches as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the realization that you’re completely alone with him now dawns on you both. You’re trapped, he could do whatever he wanted now. He could do everything he’s dreamed of. But first, he has to make sure you really can’t escape. He had bought a collar and leash quite some time ago when he had first had the idea to bring you here.

The sight of it makes you wail, though the sound is muffled by leather. As he leans forward to fasten the collar, you try to scoot away but it’s not enough. He has you collared within the next second, and he slides his fingers down the chain leash, pulling it up to the bed post closest to you. He wraps it around the post and locks it in place.

“Hm… There. How does that feel, piccolo angialetto mio?” He unties the leather strap from your mouth, letting all the little gasping sounds you’ve been making float through the still air of his chambers.

“P-please, please, Cardinalé, please, let me go.” You beg, hyperventilating and whimpering. He’s a little disappointed in you, such a sweet, obedient thing and yet you can’t answer a simple question? Maybe he needs to ask it again.

His gloved hand sidles up against your throat. He gives it an experimental little squeeze making your eyes widen in fear. His gaze is like looking into the sun: wide, bright, and burning. He never looks away for a second.

“I said. How. Does. It. Feel?”

You know you have to answer him.

“I-it…It’s okay, Cardinalé… It doesn’t hurt.” You pray to Lucifer that that’s what he wants to hear. It seems it is, as his hand loosens its grip and slowly, softly, slides down your clavicle and ghosts over your breasts. His eyes are wild and deranged, you can see spit gathering against his bottom lip as he ogles your chest. His fingertip traces the shape of your breast, then comes back up to gently rub your nipple. Guilt and shame burns in your belly as a little involuntary moan escapes your throat.

His eyes snap up to yours… He liked that. You can see the urgency in his face, he wants you to do it again. His fingers circle your nipple once more, and it’s so sensitive. Your cunt isn’t on your side, it’s slick and aching. You bite your lip to hold back any other sound that may sneak out. It seems he likes this just as much.

Copia leans even closer to you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your tit. His mustache tickles as he hovers just over your stiff nipple. The tip of his tongue inches out, grazing against your areola. His spit is hot and dries cold, making you shiver in the warm light of his chambers. What is wrong with you? How could you possibly be turned on by this right now?

You had noticed how he was always around, always hanging on your every word even if they weren’t being said to him. You had wondered if he truly was watching you, and tonight you had finally seen him. But it didn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it had driven you mad. The sight of him drooling and humping the air as he watched you getting railed, it had done things to you. It made the cock in your pussy almost redundant as you spasmed and creamed all over it.

The thought of having Copia’s cock to cum on flashes in your mind, doing nothing to stop you from giving in to him. His mismatched eyes look up at you reverently, he starts to suck gently on your tit, letting out little whimpers and moans as he does so. His hand trails down your belly, on a certain path to your flushed and pulsing clit.

Any effort to refuse him has gone out the window, you have no idea how long you’re going to be here with him. It would do you no good to pretend you don’t like it as much as he does. Moans spill from your lips as his gloved fingertip gently presses against your clit. He draws little circles on the hot bud, making it twitch and pulse. You whisper his name in poorly contained ecstasy.

He shushes you once more in a placating gesture, his hot tongue laving over your nipple. You’ve had many partners over the years, but none of them felt like this. His hot mouth is what you imagine Hell must be like for the most devout of Satanists.

He continues his ministrations, vaguely wondering if he could get you to lactate if he treats your teat kind enough. He trails his tongue over to your other nipple to give it some much needed attention, and his cock jumps when you let out an airy gasp, your bound arms twitching in place. He suddenly realizes then that you’re still tied up at the wrists and ankles and a wave a guilt washes over him.

“Oh, piccolina, I’m sorry. Let me free you.” He pulls his mouth away from your tit, making you whine in protest. He sneaks his hand under your body, untying the ribbon as fast as he can and turning down to your ankles to untie that ribbon as well. It feels good to spread your arms out next to you and let your legs fall open for your Cardinal.

“What a beautiful girl.” He whispers in praise, his hand sliding back in between your legs. Your fingers toy with the grucifix hanging from his chest as he plays with your clit once more, suddenly it doesn’t feel so fair that you’re naked and he’s not.

“Copia?” You whisper breathlessly, catching his attention immediately. He mindlessly rubs your clit as he faces you with a quizzical expression.

“Sí, bravetta?” His voice has grown husky and his right pupil is blown wide while the other stays the same as it always does. He looks worried, like he’s done something wrong which feels morbidly ironic to you and you can’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

“Will you undress, il mio Cardinalé? I want to see you.” Your desperate voice betrays your neediness, and he looks almost smug at how well he’s riled you up. He barely has any room in his head for any insecure thoughts that crop up, his only thought being to make you happy. So, he pulls his hand away once more, though to start unbuttoning his cassock now.

He gets it about midway to his belly before he starts to pull it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. What greets you is freckled shoulders and hairy pecs hidden by a white tank top, and his signature tight, red pants.

His cock looks huge straining against the fabric, it makes your mouth water in anticipation. There’s a little wet spot where you assume the tip is, and it somehow makes you even slicker than before. His nimble fingers start to undo his pants, pulling out the tucked in tank top and tossing it over his head. With his pants fully unbuttoned, he takes a glance at you and sees that you’re transfixed. It looks as if you’ve been put under a spell, watching intently as he fumbles around to try and pull his pants down and off his legs.

His dick is even more pronounced in the tight black briefs he wears, it looks about as thick as your wrist and as long as your belly button to your clit. He looks at you hesitantly, like he’s not sure if you truly want to see all of him but there’s nothing more you want in this moment, not even escape.

He pulls the gloves off his hands, finger by finger, drawing it out as much as possible. Just so he can drink in the desperate look on your face, he knows he won’t have much resolve to tease you once it starts. His newly bare fingers slip down his pudgy, fuzzy belly and hook under the band of his briefs. He strains the band and lets it snap against his skin like he’d seen you do with your bra straps, and he watches intently as you let little gasps out each time he does it.

Copia pulls the band down, revealing his bush with every slow inch. The sight of the base of his cock takes your breath away, and soon enough the entire thing has flopped out and smacked against his belly. It’s monstrous. You want it like nothing else. It suits him.

He crawls over you and straddles you then pulls your legs around his hips, letting the tip of his flushed cock rest ever so gently against your throbbing clit. You whine and squirm, gripping the covers below you and he tuts gently.

“Patience, piccolina.” He warns, but both of you know there’s no real danger behind it. This is better than anything he could’ve imagined, why would he get upset with you for being just as eager as he is?

His cock catches against your aching hole as he tries to rub your clit with it and it makes you both gasp. He lets out a drawn out moan as the tip pushes gently against your cunt, it pops and slides in about an inch and he can’t seem to catch his breath. It’s been so long it feels like it’s the first time, and maybe it should be because no one has ever been like you. Sí, he thinks, this’ll be my new first time.

Just his tip sits nestled in your heat and it starts to make you feel fuzzy and needy, you start to whisper incoherent pleas. He knows what you need but he needs to take this in just for a few seconds longer, so he brings his thumb up to rub against your clit. You’re both moaning like desperate whores, and he can’t help the whimpers that fall from his lips whenever he feels you clench down on him.

He starts to slide in further, you’re so wet it feels like there’s no resistance at all. It feels like home to him, like this is where he really belongs. Here with you, in you and around you. He falls forward to rest on his elbows above you. His hips start to rock gently against you, pushing in further and further with each thrust.

“I-I love you, angialetto mio.” He whispers against your lips, pressing kiss after kiss on them. “I have loved you for so long.”

“I know, Cardinalé… Mmm, yes, just like that.” You groan as the head of his cock starts to nudge against that spot inside of you, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. “I-I… Oh, Copia, I love you too.”

You don’t know what’s come over you. You’re not in the right headspace, you never would’ve said that before. But maybe that’s okay, you think, maybe this is where I’m meant to be. You pull him closer, pressing your chests together and kissing him deeper. His tongue asks entrance into your mouth and you let it, you explore each others tongues as he fucks into you faster.

The sound of your wet bodies slapping against each other and the moans let out between breaths is the only thing that can be heard in the chambers, and as he continues to pick up speed and depth it feels like you just might scream. He’s hitting all the right places, rubbing all the right spots and your eyes roll back into your head. His face is scrunched up in concentration and pleasure, his sweat dripping down onto your own sweaty skin.

“Oh, bravetta, I’m so close.” He whimpers pathetically and he brings his hand back down to rub tight circles on your clit once more, aiming to push you over the edge with him.

“Yes! Yes! Copia, please!” You’re almost there too, your breathing is short and fast as your heart thumps in your chest, your clit throbbing. His thumb nudges the very tip of your clit and that’s what does it. It feels like molten lava has spilled over you from your head to your toes as he grunts loud and jerks his hips forward once, twice, and a third final time as he unloads deep inside you. Your walls spasm around his thick cock in ecstasy and soon enough the reality of the situation starts to set in.

You don’t know how long you lay there silently gazing off but when you come back, Copia has cleaned you both up and wrapped you up in the covers. He is gazing at you lovingly and it makes you sick to your stomach. There’s no getting out of here is there?

You wait til he falls asleep to cry.

“Now I thought about what I wanna say, but I never really know where to go. So, I chained myself to a friend.” // “Give it up to me, give it up to me. Do you wanna be my angel?”

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“EMOTIONAL WHIRLWIND” - CAINE X POMNI FAN-FICTION !

Ft. Some old showtime plushie photos I took

(guys also, I’d like to add, I’m not extremely talented at writing so you may not think this is all that good, I struggle with describing things so please bear with me LMAO.. 🤒)

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She had done it this time, she had finally cracked at him, told him how all he was doing was harming everyone, how he was failing at his main purpose, to entertain, to keep everyone happy and safe.

She couldn’t keep it in her anymore, she lost it at him in heat of the moment after today’s adventure, he had fully crossed the line this time and took things way too far, the adventure ended in everyone injured and emotionally scarred from what had happened, everyone nearly at the brink of abstraction due to how disturbing this specific adventure was.

Pomni couldn’t control herself, she was angry at Caine. Well, angry was an understatement, she was furious with him and she lost her temper completely, screaming harmful words at him without even realising, she didn’t care in the moment, she hoped that her words would sting him, like a stab to the heart, maybe that would knock some sense into him, maybe that would stop him from torturing everyone, maybe for once he would do his job correctly, fulfil his purpose.

After the incident everyone went off to their rooms to reflect on themselves, everyone needed some alone time after that adventure, nobody had heard a word from Caine since, pomni could only recall leaving the main part of the circus making her way to her room whilst looking behind her, seeing Caine just floating there in silence after the words she had spat out at him, she didn’t care however, maybe it did him some good, she thought. she was too hurt to even bother with him at the moment so she left him there alone, like the rest of the circus members did.

After a short while of being up in her room, laying on her bed, pomni jumped up in fear as she could hear commotion going on outside her room, but not just any commotion, it sounded worser than that, almost like there was a storm brewing outside of her room, she knew she had to check it out so she pushed her legs over the edge of the bed, letting her feet land on the ground, as she stood up she cautiously made her way over to her bedroom door, resting her hand on the door and turning the doorknob, carefully opening the door to see what was going on, on the other side.

“AH-!”

A quick scream left pomni’s mouth before she slammed the door shut and fell right onto the bedroom floor, landing on her back, her body beginning to shake in fear a little as she had never seen anything like it before, she couldn’t even picture in her head what she had just saw, as she sat herself up again, she began realising that she needed Caine, she needed Caine to fix this, everything was a mess and she needed him, she had to brave it and attempt to leave her room.

She got up on her two feet once again and headed for the door, opening it carefully once again, her eyes widening in fear of what she was seeing in front of her very own eyes, the whole circus was nowhere to be seen, all you could see were the doors to everyone else’s rooms, but everything else was hallow, objects flying and hitting everywhere, if you looked around carefully you could see objects from specific adventures pomni and the circus members had been on before, it was almost as if pomni was in the middle of a tornado, everything was flying everywhere, pomni had to watch her step so she didn’t get injured.

She looked down, there didn’t seem to be a floor, everything around her looked like a black void, the rooms of the circus members looked as if they were floating on air, pomni was scared to leave her room, unsure where it would take her but she knew she had to brave it in order to save the other circus members by finding Caine and getting him to fix it. she then took her first step out of her room, one of her eyebrows raising as there was almost an invisible-like floor below her, she could feel some sort of surface with her feet, once she felt that she was relieved knowing she wouldn’t fall into any dark void anytime soon.

After that she took herself fully out of her room, closing the door and making her way down what was once the hallway to all the bedrooms, as she kept walking, keeping her hands to herself, she would look around at all the objects flying around everywhere, as she walked she could see the gloinks from the first time she had arrived at the circus, they were flying around, hitting invisible walls, every now and again pomni would have to duck or dodge for her own safety as majority of the objects were massive and she was so close to getting badly injured, luckily for her she was a quick mover, so she found this relatively easy.

“Caaaaine?.. hellooooo?”

She called out, extending her voice, trying to find out where Caine was, just like the first time she had entered this circus, her voice echoed, surprisingly loud as she kept walking through this mess, glancing around at all the objects that were flying and zooming around all over the place, some objects glitching, as pomni was distracted a massive multi-coloured pink lollipop flew right at her, she screamed in surprise and ducked, letting the lollipop pass her, the lollipop seemed to be the same lollipop’s that were at the canyon candy kingdom, pomni’s second ever adventure here at this circus.

As she tried to manage her stress she began to move again, she just kept walking, no idea where she was walking, everything around her was just a black void, yet somehow she was still walking on a surface, she turned her head and looked behind her, noticing that the doors of the circus members bedrooms were getting further and further away from her, floating in the air, or so it looked like, pomni only hoped that everyone was safe and still in their rooms, this was extremely dangerous for everyone, Caine really doesn’t listen, does he? She thought.

Speaking of Caine, he was still nowhere to be seen, which was odd, surely he would be trying to fix this by now, I mean it looked as if his whole world was falling apart, pomni was amazed that he wasn’t in plain sight, trying to fix things like he always does, as that thought crossed her mind, she began to wonder if Caine really was all that bad, I mean he DID always try to fix his mistakes and he DID always try his best to make the adventures slightly more to everyone’s liking, yet somehow his adventures were still traumatising.

Pomni felt a pit in her tummy as she thought these things, guilt rushing over her as she began to feel some sort of sympathy for Caine, she didn’t want to feel bad for him, she didn’t want to feel anything at all for him, she was so sure that he just didn’t care, I mean why else would he keep making these terrible adventures? If he cared so much about everyone, surely everyone would feel safe and comfortable around him, but they don’t. Pomni tried to ignore her sense of guilt for Caine as she kept walking, however, just as she was about to open her mouth and call for him, she could hear muffled crying in the distance.

Pomni couldn’t make out where the crying was coming from so she began to pick up her pace, running into the middle of nowhere, unsure where her feet would take her but she tried to run into the direction where the crying was coming from, dodging flying objects or anything that flew her way whilst she was running over the invisible-like floor, she slowly began to run out of breath. But that’s when she saw someone in the distance, a familiar face, it was Caine, hunched over, it was him. He was the one who was crying, pomni felt her heart sink.

“Caine? Is that.. you?”

She uttered out a stupid question, fully aware that it was him, however he didn’t reply to her, he just continued to quietly cry, leaving the circus around them in a complete mess, he didn’t seem to care, all he seemed to be focused on was crying, pomni looked over at him with some sympathy now, stepping closer to him, she was getting closer and closer to being right behind him until he finally spoke up.

“Please stay away from me, I don’t want to harm you anymore. It’d be for the best if you didn’t come any further.”

He explained in a pain filled voice, his voice cracking as he tried to speak, pomni had never seen this side to him before, even more so now, this was the most emotional she had ever seen him and she was amazed, as she heard his words her heart sank a little more, she had a feeling this may have been about all the things she said to him earlier, he really needed to hear it, but even pomni could admit that she took her words a little too far.

“Caine..”

Pomni was at a loss for words, all she could mumble was caine’s name as he sat there hunched over, continuing to cry whilst the circus stayed in a complete mess, objects flying around everywhere, almost hitting pomni whilst she was standing behind Caine, trying to figure out how to solve this situation in the best way possible, but it was hard, she had never seen someone who feels this deeply before.. and she was even more shocked that all of this was coming from an AI.

“Are.. are you doing all of this?..”

Pomni stammered on her words, still amazed by everything that was going on around her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of all the flying objects around her, feeling a sense of nostalgia from certain objects as they appeared to be objects from old adventures, she wasn’t surprised however when Caine wasn’t answering her again, he just sat there in despair, crying quietly, his emotions causing the surroundings around the two of them to intensify more, she found it beautiful in a way, terrifying but beautiful, beautiful that he could express his emotions in such a way, beautiful that he could feel so deeply.

She then shook her head, trying to focus on Caine who was in front of her, pushing any feelings she was feeling towards him aside for a brief moment as she needed time fix this, she needed to focus if she wanted everything to stop around her, but mostly, she wanted him to stop crying, it was reassuring to her that he wasn’t just coding, but she also felt this deep sense of sadness seeing him so hurt like this.

“I’m nothing but a useless piece of technology, I can’t even do what I am programmed to do.”

Caine said with a cracked voice, venting out his feelings as if he couldn’t control it, he was starting to glitch a little himself from the strong emotions he was feeling and everything going on around the circus, he must’ve been in a really bad mental state after what pomni had said to him for his emotions to cause all of this, she was still in shock from how different everything looked. A carousel then zoomed into pomni’s direction, she yelped and dodged it as quick as she could, nearly tripping over on her back as it flew right past her, in front of her and Caine before it flew back up into the black void. Pomni then adverted her gaze back to Caine, who was still curled up crying, she looked at him with fear and worry in her eyes.

“Caine, I didn’t mean-“

Just before pomni could finish her sentence another object flew her way, she ducked as it flew over her head, letting out a shaky breath as she stood back up normally, gazing over at Caine, a strong sense of guilt filling her when she realised that she had caused all of this, her words from earlier caused all of this to happen, she only wanted to knock some sense into him, she didn’t mean for all of this to happen, she didn’t mean to have this much of an impact on him.

“I didn’t mean any of that! I was just upset! I was trying to get you to understand!”

Pomni yelled out desperately at Caine, trying to get him to realise that she really didn’t mean what she had said earlier today, it was just heat of the moment, even she could admit that she was a little too harsh on him. He went silent again for a little while, the only thing you could hear was his muffled crying and the crashing of objects flying everywhere, the intensity of his emotions began to heighten the intensity of the objects flying everywhere, it began to get more and more dangerous as the seconds passed by.

“How could you possibly say you didn’t mean it? I know it’s the truth, all I ever do is harm people.. I wasn’t made to be a ringmaster at all.”

Caine continued to speak in that low tone, his voice filled with hurt, his voice becoming slightly distorted from how intense his emotions were hitting him, pomni’s eyes widened at his words, the pangs of guilt getting worse as she began feeling a deep pit in her tummy, she wasn’t sure how she was going to stop this, she had no idea what to do, it sounded almost as if he had been feeling like this long before she came along.

“Hey, Hey, don’t think like that..”

Was all pomni could blurt out, she then paused again, stuck on what to say or how to comfort him, usually Caine was the energetic, funny guy, you’d never expect him to feel this deeply about things, pomni didn’t even know that he could feel at all, given that he’s an AI, she stared over at him anxiously as her words were doing nothing for him, he just continued to breakdown in front of her, the objects continuing to spin and fly around whilst they were both near each other. As pomni was deep in thought, her words began to form and she began to realise what she needed to say to him.

“I think you’re one of the most advanced pieces of technology I’ve ever seen.. you just.. need a bit of guidance, that’s all.”

She said in a soft tone, trying to take a more gentle approach towards him, and as those words left her mouth, everything around them stopped, she gazed up at the black void around the both of them, watching how all the floating objects froze completely still after she said those couple of words to him, the fear inside pomni slowly fading as she no longer had to worry about any objects hitting her or unexpectedly coming towards her, as she looked back over at Caine she noticed him turn his head, his crying seemed to stop, you could only hear light sniffles coming from him now, he seemed to calm down.

“You really think so?..”

He said under his breath, almost in an endearing way which caused pomni to smile warmly at him.

“Yes! I know so.”

She said confidently, trying to reassure him, everything came to a stop now after she said those words, he went silent once again, pomni could see he was still deep in thought but she felt like it was okay to approach him now so she took a few quiet steps up beside him and sat herself down on the invisible-like floor below her, scooting up right beside him, gazing at him with affection in her eyes.

“I don’t want to be like this, Pomni, I try my best, I really do, but no matter what I do you all seem to be unsatisfied with me.”

Caine said softly, opening up to pomni about how he was feeling, she somewhat felt closer to him now knowing that this was how he was really feeling, she had really believed he was just an AI, nothing more, she let out a small sigh at his words, frowning at him and gazing up at him with sympathetic eyes as he stared off into the distance, unable to make full eye contact with her as he was too busy drowning in his own guilt of what had happened earlier today, pomni could see in his eyes that he really felt awful for the hurt and upset he had caused the other circus members, especially her.

“Well, you don’t have to be.. it’s not possible to be this way forever, there’s always room for change, you know?..”

Pomni beamed a gentle smile at him, trying to comfort him, as he heard her words he turned his head and looked down at her for a brief moment, making pomni’s heart skip a beat for some reason, he then looked away and turned his body away from hers, making pomni’s smile fade again, he really was quite difficult to get around.

“I would like that, but it’s too late, pomni, I’ve already done more bad than good, I don’t deserve to be the ringmaster of this circus.”

He mumbled under his breath, pomni’s words really weren’t doing a lot for him in this moment, and it didn’t really come to a surprise to pomni, she understood why he was feeling so guilty, but she didn’t believe Caine was a bad person, she quite liked him at times, he was nice company when he was more relaxed instead of invading everyone’s privacy or harming them in adventures. Sometimes they would have conversations where the both of them laughed together, but pomni also had very mixed feelings for Caine, as one minute he would be nice company, then the next minute he would be putting her and everyone in danger.

“Caine, I don’t think you’re a bad person, sometimes I enjoy spending time with you, and sometimes you do get things right.. I just think you need a little guidance.”

Pomni explained, trying to get him to realise that he could change, and that it wasn’t too late, she put on another soft smile, waiting for him to react, but all he did was keep to himself, looking away from her, he didn’t move an inch, he just stared at the ground in despair, he looked like he had a deep hate for himself, he looked almost scared too, scared that if he continued being the ringmaster he’d just end up hurting people and getting it wrong again, the more pomni looked at him the more she could tell just how guilty he was feeling, he had completely shut off, not saying a word to her.

Even though he didn’t believe he was good enough, pomni believed he was good enough, she did have a little disliking to him after consistently harming people from his adventures, but she knew deep down that he could change, and that he could fix things if he tried, even she could admit to herself that Caine was a pretty good ringmaster at times, he was entertaining, the only issue was that he was way too over the top and doesn’t exactly understand boundaries.

“The adventures.. they don’t prevent the abstractions, they make everyone more closer to abstraction if anything.. they’re too extreme and too.. violent, it leaves everyone in a lot of emotional turmoil once the adventure is over.”

Pomni didn’t give up, she kept trying to explain to him what was wrong, what the issues were, she desperately wanted him to understand, she cracked one last smile at him as she said her few last things to him, but she began to realise that her words were making him feel worse due to his body language, there was still no comment, not a single word left him. As she saw him there, gazing down at the invisible-like floor with pure sadness in his eyes, she began to feel that pit grow in her stomach again, there was something about seeing Caine sad that also made her feel sad too.

But not in the usual way, like when the other circus members would feel sad, she felt sad to some extent, but seeing Caine like this almost hurt her on a deeper level, he was usually so lively and bubbly, and in a way, he always lit up the room with his energy, and she liked that about him, he had some great traits, and she did grow to like him at least a little bit, even if he wasn’t the greatest person to be around at times.

As they were sat there, the circus still in a mess and nowhere to be seen, pomni clenched her fists as she thought about what she wanted to say to Caine next, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but she knew deep down she meant it, and she knew he needed to hear something like this in a situation like this.

“I think you make a good ringmaster, and.. I’d like to look at the circus again, you know, in all it’s colourful glory…”

She laughed sheepishly and gazed up at all the floating objects that were spread out around the black void surrounding the two of them, whilst she was taking in all the objects around her, caine’s eyes widened at her words, he was surprised to hear her say that she’d like to see his circus again, his body language changed now and he sat up more, he stopped hugging himself and turned his head to look at pomni, his eyes glistening in excitement as he thought about her words. For some reason, he cared about pomni’s opinion more than anyone in that circus, this meant a lot to him.

“You like my circus?”

He said with hope in his voice, pomni’s eyes widened at his words as she realised what she had just said to him, she laughed nervously and scratched the back of her jester hat, glancing up at him quickly before gazing back down at the invisible-like floor, staring down at the black void that was below them.

“I uh.. well, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, I would still really like to go home, and I miss home, but…”

Pomni cut off her words for a moment, thinking about what she was about to say whilst Caine looked at her, his eyes glistening with hope, however she was still yet to notice the way he was looking at her, she was too focused on what she was saying, hoping she wasn’t making a fool out of herself or something.

“If that circus has to be my home, then maybe I wouldn’t mind after all…”

She uttered under her breath, moving her hand to her chest and smiling slightly, thinking about the circus and all the memories she had made so far, because yes, there was lots and lots and LOTS of bad memories, but there was also quite a few good ones too, good memories that she would like to cherish for a long time, if not forever.

“Thank you, pomni, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

Caine said, his voice full of appreciation, he took his hat off of his mouth-like head and held it in his hands, looking at her with a deep longing in his eyes, after hearing her words he also couldn’t help but feel a small blush float just under his eyes, he felt something new, perhaps he would have to check for a bug in his coding later. Pomni turned her head to look up at him now once she heard him say his thank you, her eyes widened as she saw him stare at her, his eyes glistening with hope, which for some reason made her cheeks heat up.

“Uhhh.. Yeah, don’t.. worry about it, it’s really no biggie…”

She laughed nervously, quickly looking away from him again as she felt her cheeks heating up a deeper shade of red, her heart racing as she couldn’t believe she just said all that to him, however, she didn’t feel embarrassed because of what she said, she realised that she was embarrassed because of the way he was looking at her, the way he looked at her with pure longing in his eyes made her feel something, something that she didn’t really want to think about or consider.

The two of them were sat beside one another in silence again, the silence somewhat awkward, well for pomni mainly, she let herself calm down first before she turned her head and gazed up at Caine once more, and to her surprise she found herself reaching her hand out for Caine to hold, opening her mouth to say something to him.

“So.. how about we fix this, then?”

She cracked an awkward smile at him, and to her surprise he gazed down at her hand and he actually took it, placing his hand in hers, but before she had time to think or even express how she felt, everything went black for a brief second before suddenly everything went back to normal, the circus was back, everything was back to just the way it should be, colourful and bright, she gazed down and noticed her and Caine were floating above the main stage, she was a little puzzled on how she was now in the main area of the circus and not in the corridors to the bedrooms, but before she got to react more, a few of the circus members ran out in front of them, looking somewhat distressed, they must’ve seen what was going on just a few moments ago.

“Caine, thank god you fixated the issue! I was starting to think I’d never be able to find my insect collection again..”

Kinger cheered before going back to his usual self and dissociating, pomni noticed zooble standing next to him however, their eyes seemingly scanning her and Caine.

“Yeah, that’s cool and all but.. Pomni.. why on Earth are you holding caine’s hand?..”

Zooble raised an eyebrow, their voice stern and confused as they gazed at pomni holding caine’s hand, once pomni heard zooble’s words she instantly yanked her hand away from caine’s, her eyes wide and her cheeks going red once again from pure embarrassment.

“UHHH.. OH GOD! CAINE! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise!”

She blurted out, looking at Caine with wide eyes, her cheeks a bright red whilst Caine turned to her, his teeth curving into what seemed like a smile as he let her float back down onto the surface.

“It’s quite alright, my dear! I don’t mind whatsoever!”

Caine spoke out in his usual, happy voice before floating away from pomni and instead heading towards the other circus members who were right in front of him, zooble was still looking over at pomni in confusion before they adverted their gaze back up to Caine.

“Now, my superstars, I believe we have a few things we need to change!”

Pomni heard Caine speak out cheerfully in the distance, an affectionate smile formed on her face now as she heard his words, he really was willing to change for everyone, she felt her heart skip a beat a little, realising he really did care for the circus and everyone living in it, it made her appreciate him just a little bit more.

He really was a good ringmaster, she thought to herself.

. . .

HERE ARE A COUPLE OF OLD SHOWTIME PLUSHIE PHOTOS I ALSO TOOK, I TOOK THESE A FEW MONTHS BACK AND THOUGHT THEY’D GO WELL WITH THIS POST.

Anyways guys, I hope you liked the fic, I’m not great at writing, like I said, but hopefully you guys were able to enjoy it 🙏🙏

[astranite]

Love is Stored in the Pasta

Scott, John and pasta.

This started off from a tumblr post 'cause somebody needed to cook that guy some pasta!!

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, really very mild scott is hangrysad, ft john's space issues, Chronic Illness, as thats what im treating it as and its not the focus here he's just living with it, Scott Tracy has ADHD, this is important, Autistic John Tracy, lowkey here but also Important to me, this is fun and fluffy and i love them, i hope this is like a warm comforting bowl of pasta to you too

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“We need to talk,” John said.

On the other side of the call, Scott’s hologram slumped over his desk, his head landing in his hands. “Oh God.”

“I found your search history…” John began.

Scott peered out sheepishly from behind his fingers. “I can explain!”

“It’s just pages and pages of pasta?” 

John was puzzled, honestly. Five to ten recipe blogs and that was Scott trying to decide what to make for dinner during a meeting or while he was struggling to concentrate on work. During lulls between callouts, he and John would sometimes debate options together. More than forty separate sites visited at 3:12pm on a Tuesday afternoon and Eos had flagged it for John, on suspicion that Scott’s computer had been hacked by a malicious entity or some other AI virus.

Scott went from double facepalm of despair to full on faceplant, his head hitting the desk with an audible thunk.

“Why so much pasta?” John questioned. Now his curiosity was piqued, he couldn’t let it go or he’d be doing EVA work later, still turning over possibilities in his mind, which wasn’t conducive to the constant concentration needed while floating around in the vacuum. Outside, any misstep would be your last.

“I dunno. I just feel like pasta,” Scott mumbled into the wood.

Scott sounded…weird. Like he was about to start laughing, or coming down with a cold.

“Scott? Are you okay?”

It had better not be another flu; corralling Scott to take care of himself was hard enough even if he wasn’t feverish. John wouldn’t be able to come down either, quarantined up in Five unless he already had it. Was the slight tug of a headache at his temples from his sinuses beginning to clog up too?

Scott hadn’t looked up yet; his shoulders were shaking. John wiggled his fingers anxiously.

“Scotty?”

Big brother’s head shot up at the nickname John so rarely used. Had John intended to provoke that reaction? The name had been a slip of the tongue but if he was was honest, he sort of had meant to jar Scott out of his thoughts. He never called Scott, Scotty unless he was scared though. And Scott not answering him did tick tick tick up his system from yellow alert into red.

“I’m fine, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” Scott’s words ran over each other in an attempt to come first. His voice sounded oddly wet.

Tears, yes those were indeed tears dulled by holographic format, tumbled down Scott’s cheeks.

As soon as he saw John looking, Scott turned away.

Suddenly, John landed on the spark of insight that he had a hunch would crack the code to his big brother’s distress. “Have you eaten anything all day?”

Scott dug around for tissues in a drawer of the desk and gave a half shrug. “I guess not—not really? I tried to before you say anything. Got a mouthful of breakfast in and then there was a call out. Lunch didn’t happen, there was a meeting, I had to make coffee, I ran out of time. I don’t really feel hungry though…”

That did explain a few things. It was well known family lore that Virgil and Alan got hangry, and Gords went all sad and mopey. Scott and John himself though, they got …really, unstably emotional. 

So yeah, hence the unexpected bursting into tears. John got the whole shit interoception and not even noticing if you needed to eat while you were buried in work thing; Scott was way too used to ignoring his body too. 

John took a deep breath. “Scott, and I’m one-hundred percent serious about this, do you want me to come down there and make you some pasta?”

Thunderbird Five systems whirred around John in the quiet as Scott hesitated.

“Maybe,” he whispered. “Or you don’t have to, I’ll wait, Virge’ll be doing dinner in a bit anyway.”

“Virgil won’t be up until past sunset after the hours Thunderbird Two was out yesterday and into this morning,” John said gently. “You need to eat before then.”

Nor would an overwhelmed Scott and the kitchen be a good combination at this point, and John saw the moment Scott realised this, while fidgeting with the rubix cube on his desk. 

“I want to do this for you,” John told him.

Scott dashed at his eyes, sniffled a few times and finally capitulated. “Okay. Thanks, Jay.”

John smiled and signed off, heading for the space elevator. He was usually so far away, he was right now, but it was in his power to close off that distance when he needed to and today he could use that. 

He farewelled Eos; she so often missed him but the opportunities to run the space station on her own that weren’t emergencies where he was incapacitated excited her. They showed how much he had come to trust and rely on her. Plus she got full reign of their virtual chess set.

On Earth, Scott was waiting for him as the elevator docked, his hands stuck casually in his jeans pockets but looking as pale and wobbly as John felt. His face was still tearstained.

“Hey.”

“Hey to you too.” John took a few heavy steps before throwing himself at Scott, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly, all the while careful not to knock him off balance. Scott stiffened then melted into John. 

Usually that interaction went the other way around. 

Scott used the extra height space gave John to rest his head on him without having to duck down like with everyone else. John hugged him close and comfortingly as his fingers tap tap tapped their rhythm at Scott’s shoulder. All of it meant I love you.

“Pasta time?” John said eventually.

Scott nodded silently, following when John started off towards the kitchen. The raw rock wall of the hanger was rough and vividly solid in its three dimensions, as John ran his hand along it for balance as he walked that initial part. He was touching the Earth, he was in the Earth, he was on Earth.

With cold water from the fridge dispenser and the fizzy, brightly coloured tablets shook out of their tube, John made up lidded cups of electrolyte drink for himself and Scott. John needed to be sculling the stuff perpetually to stay upright down here, and he would not be at all surprised if Scott was dehydrated too. It might to something for John’s headache, could go either way for the nausea coming on.

He put a large pot on the heat. One advantage of having a stove so high powered that it could nuke anything it touched was that any volume of water boiled fast. 

An entire packet of fettuccine got tipped into the enthusiastic cacophony of bubbles. John poked at it with a pasta scoop, regretting that he hadn’t snapped the long pieces to actually fit in better. Ah well. 

He shook in an excessive-to-anyone-not-him amount of salt with a shrug ‘cause he needed it, before having another go at separating the pasta. The pasta scoop was quite an effective implement for that, there were reasons after all it was Gordon’s favourite utensil as John remembered from previous discussions. One could also use it to mash potatoes when held vertically, if one so pleased. His second favourite was the tongs as they could be clicked like crab claws and used to pinch unsuspecting siblings. 

Scott watched from his place slumped over the kitchen bench on a stool, chewing on the ragged skin at the edge of his thumbnail. He was trying to work on a couple of screens pulled up as holomonitors, as unsuccessfully as could be expected. John came over and hopped up to sit on the bench, clipping through the projected email inbox and meeting minutes so Scott dismissed them. It was with a sigh of relief.

They smiled tiredly at each other.

The pasta! John tapped at his uniform comms watch. “Eos, set a timer for the pasta, please?” John shaved the minute that had already passed off of the box time and then another couple to ensure it wouldn’t come out mushy.

“So what sort of stuff on pasta do you feel like? There’s a good lot of options you were looking at earlier.”

“We don’t have the ingredients for most of those, I checked. No eggs and no mushrooms so no carbonara. Technically that wouldn’t be authentic carbonara though. No cream cheese. We missed this week’s supply run so we don’t even have any frozen peas!” Scott threw his hands up in the air.

“Hmmm. You feel like something creamy?”

“Yeah. Honestly at this point I’d eat anything.”

John swung his legs and tapped his fingers on the counter while he thought.

“I believe some bacon is hiding in the bottom of the freezer so that’s something. And…” he trailed of as he moved his head too fast and set off a wave of dizziness as he looked around the kitchen.

“Avocado!” Scott exclaimed.

“Avocado?”

“Funny story, we ended up with several cases of them after that rescue on that farm where we saved the whole village and nearly all their trees from catastrophic flooding. They really need eating too and there’s only so much toast you can stand.”

“I have heard theoretically of putting avo on pasta and it does sound good. Mmmm bacon and avocado, John hummed. “Worth a shot?”

Scott reached towards the fruit bowl in answer, grinning at John. “Soon we will have pasta!”

John peeled off the upper half of his uniform and tied the arms around his waist in preparation. In the subtropical summer down here he was already getting too hot and while the temperature regulation built into his suit would do its best to make up for his own body’s lack thereof, it felt weird to have everything covered up from fingertips to neck down here while he was cooking.

Scott began to giggle.

“Huh?” John said, extremely eloquently.

Scott gestured at him. 

“My suit?” Was something up with his suit? The full gloved hands and sleeves flopping about without John in them had been known to amuse the lot of them on occasion, ever since he’d used the empty suit as a phoney decoy of himself to trick Eos. It was pretty funny now no one was in mortal peril and Eos was his friend.

“Your face!” Scott exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with my face?” 

John frowned. Was it his fringe that never could survive true gravity? He hadn’t gotten freckles while he’d been down all of half an hour and inside, had he? Then he looked down.

His t-shirt had a photograph of his face printed on it, and across the chest, emblazoned in neon orange read the words ‘Space Face’, courtesy of one particular fish brother. Ah yes. That.

John sighed, resting his chin on his hand to hide the smile he couldn’t quite control. “Not exactly subtle, is it? In my defence this was the only one in my closet that was clean and you can’t exactly see it beneath my suit. It’s all Gordon’s fault anyway!”

Scott was still laughing, albeit a touch hysterically and at him, but John took it as a win regardless.

Eventually Scott grabbed himself a cutting board and knife to get to work on the avocados as John carefully slipped off the bench, steadying himself on the counter as his ankles went noodley so he could handle the bacon. 

Bacon, bacon, now where had he seen that bacon? He had the image of it in his head, but that was only one piece of the puzzle, a photograph, humanly imperfect, memory woven out of instinct. Digging about in the deep freeze which the evidence pointed to as best John could tell had his fingers feeling like he’d stuck them out in space with out gloves on. They ached sharply as John cursed his crappy circulation. 

He gladly found the bacon though, lurking at the second darkest depths. He would not be willing to venture into the midnight zone of Unidentified Frozen Objects and charred dinner leftovers put away for ‘later’. He chucked the packet into the microwave and thawed out his hands by running them under lukewarm water, wincing all the while. If he’d thought this through, if he’d been smart enough, he would’ve put his suit gloves back on—his space rated, cold proof, most definitely impervious to domestic appliances gloves— and saved himself the pain.

Scott came over to rinse his avocado green hands. He dried them off then wrapped his arms around John’s waist so he could lean on him, giving in for a moment in face of daunting gravity. With Scott, he could because Scott got him; they both could.

“You alright?” And there was big brother smotherhen coming out.

John flexed his defrosted fingers. “I will be.” He turned and smushed his face into Scott’s neck for a little bit, hugging back, Scott rested his head on John’s, and they stayed there for a while.

They were both fading. The pasta would help with that, Scott really needed to eat and so did John at this point, the half a dry bagel for breakfast and another at lunch hadn’t really been enough. The trick now was finishing the task that felt as if it expanding faster by the second than the Universe, as measured by the Hubble Constant was. They could do this though. Together.

Scott chopped up the bacon roughly and John cooked it, hissing back when it spat hot oil at him. 

When Eos notified them the timer had gone off, and John had very scientifically tested the pasta was done by nomming on a bit, he called Scott over carry the large pot to the colander in the sink to strain. 

“Gravity plus boiling water plus my space noodley arms are probably not a good combo,” he laughed. 

He was getting better at knowing his limits. Scott’s smile was small and proud, he saw John.

Scott stared at the bacon with the intensity of a starved wolf with its mouth watering, then stole some pieces hot from the pan and burnt his mouth. Scoff Tracy strikes again. 

They dumped the pasta in a big mixing bowl with the mashed avocado, a little lemon juice, the bacon, and a whole lot of salt, pepper and parmesan cheese, mixing it together with the big pasta scoop.

John swayed on his feet then, grabbing onto Scott to stay upright for long enough to decide actually the best place for him right now was sitting on the kitchen floor just here. John folded himself down to the ground in a slithering pile of too long, too bendy limbs, Scott wordlessly guiding his descent. 

“You want me to grab some sporks to eat with?”

“They’re splayds, technically,” John remarked. He gave Scott the thumbs up anyway, while he rested his spinning head on his knees.

Scott waved about his ‘sporks’ acquired from the cutlery draw with a victorious grin before he sunk to the ground to join John.

John took one, passing the pasta to Scott once he was settled, lanky legs stretched out for miles, bumping into John’s.

“We forgot plates,” Scott said.

John shrugged. “At this point, who cares. We have pasta.”

“We do.” Scott blinked for a moment. “I didn’t before and I wouldn’t’ve but now we do.”

He hugged the warm pasta bowl to his chest, and when John observed more closely he saw the tears collecting on Scott’s eyelashes, sparkling in the kitchen light as he looked up at John.

“Thanks. I love you so much, Jay.”

John gave him a gentle smile, ducking to knock his forehead against his brother’s shoulder like a cat. “Love is stored in the pasta.”

Scott smiled back at him and they both dug in.

It was good pasta.

Really good pasta, because he was here with Scott and through everything they had made it, together.

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

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[rajakaen]

More Tahr'rys Story Time with Relah – ft. Erin (again). So, this little idea about how terribly T handles something as basic as a cold first came up with @jukkaricity nearly two years ago. I even got a drawing from her showing him flopped in bed, with a full mood drop to 0°K. The actual prompt was floating around in our heads, but never got written down. @frauleiiin tagged me lately for a prompt generator game. It made me work through this brainfart. Took me a while to nail down T's and R's dynamic.

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This time we're aboard Tahr'rys' starship, the CS-C1, with Relah travelling with him for some time now. The scene has 1k words and is set around 32828 TYA / 28 ATC. 3625 Doomsday Calendar. I'm usually jumping around in T's timeline, so tagging the date is crucial—at least for me, to keep all the strings connected and stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Tahr'rys doesn’t get sick. Not really. He’s had the occasional cold once in a while, minor stuff that passes quickly, nothing that puts him down for long. Relah catches the sniffles a little more often, but she bounces back fast, too. Both of them have solid immune systems. Normally. But somehow, during their last job, they managed to pick up a flu—and it’s a bad one. Relah thinks they caught it in that grimy cantina on Tatooine, from that half-dead Rodian resting on the counter. Tahr'rys insists it’s from this gods-forsaken dump they’re currently stuck on: Naos III, a frozen, backwater moon where everything smells like fish and spilled bootleg liquor.

Whatever the source, Tahr'rys got hit harder. His mood's gone from lousy to abysmal. The man doesn’t do sickbeds. He’s not used to his body giving out on him and has absolutely no patience for being ill. He won’t rest, claims he’s fine and keeps pushing—until he ends up face-first against a bulkhead, nearly passing out. Relah’s slightly better off. Not by much, but it seems to help that she’s Togruta. She can stay on her feet for a few minutes before her skull starts ringing like a starship collision. Her body feels like lead, but at least she’s more mobile. Tahr'rys, on the other hand, is mostly confined to his bunk, barely coherent with his fever spiking on and off.

The ship’s grounded. It hasn’t left the surface in days. Supplies are dwindling, fuel’s running low and the locals are too shady to trust, let alone risk making themselves an obvious target. The C1 is parked just far enough from the nearest urban complex to make a quick raid inconvenient, but close enough to keep the half-dead duo on edge. Just before the sickness hit, they’d closed a deal with the local Mercantile—one of the few functioning institutions on this frozen moon deep in Wild Space, about as far from the Astro chart as you could get without falling off the map. The payout had been solid. The timing, unfortunately, couldn’t have been worse.

While Tahr'rys was negotiating with the Mercantile, R had seen enough of the nearby hab-zone to know, asking for help wasn’t worth the risk. The place was coated in muck, with more ice than infrastructure. The buildings looked like they’d been slapped together during a crisis and somehow never expected to last. The shoreline wasn’t far, somewhere in between cold and decay. This area had a specific kind of grim to it. Definitely not the place you’d want to be stuck, especially not with a fever and a ship that’s missing both an astromech and a nav computer.

They needed help, but the Ex-Sith was blocking. Relah didn’t had names, just the one he’d muttered a few times since they split from Neo. That was the one she locked onto. T didn’t like it. Not even a little. Said he didn’t want to be seen like this. The flu had taken his edge, sent his thoughts sliding, but his instincts still fired. He kept tossing out half-formed reasons, trying to shift the conversation away from the call. From her bunk across the narrow corridor, R snapped back. The fever had burned away her usual patience. Every time he tried, she pushed back with quiet force, letting his fever-thin logic run its course until nothing was left to lean on.

He tried one more thin protest, but Relah didn’t even bother replying. She just looked at him; flat, brows raised. Dying isn’t a strategy and she wasn’t going to argue this again. Her eyes flicked to the narrow space between their bunks, weighing whether one solid kick would knock some clarity into him, or if it’d take two. And in that same look, she saw it land—that flicker of recognition. He was making a fool of himself. This wasn’t surrender. It was inevitability. So he stopped. Grudging, irritated and more worn down than he’d ever admit, she saw him reaching for the comm to call the only person guaranteed to pick up: Erethielin

He didn’t bring up Erin. No point inviting that headache earlier. She’s not someone you ask lightly. Sure, she’ll help, but whom? Small, chaotic, always five seconds from setting something on fire just to see what color it burns. All noise and raw instinct. She’ll come when he calls. That’s for sure. She won’t miss this. Probably showing up with popcorn to watch the show. And RJ in tow. Spite in a tiny chassis, always hissing static like a broken signal. Tahr'rys keeps quiet about understanding the droid. Some things are easier that way. Especially when it starts leaking madness, feeding Erin thoughts that don’t leave with her taking notes like it’s a grocery list.

He grunts as he manages to sit up, resting his back against the headboard of his bunk to make the call. Relah watches him from under her blanket. The connection builds and Erin picks up almost instantly. She smells the dead rat before he’s two sentences in. Grins through the whole thing. Says he looks like he got chewed up by an Oggdo, but she’ll be there in two days—with supplies. He cuts the connection, frowning at the comm, then turns his head toward Relah. She’s smirking. No—grinning now. His frown deepens. That cunning Ex-Jedi had outmaneuvered him. Again. Worse, she was right about calling for help. Stars, he knew he was talking crap.

He shifts, muttering something half-formed her way, but a cough cuts it short. He sinks back under his blanket, shoving the comm aside with a low grumble. On the opposite bunk, Relah lets out a sound, half snort, half choke. He glances back. She’s trying to bury her grin under the blanket, but her eyes glint, smug and obvious. He lets her have it. Just exhales, turns toward the wall and closes his eyes. One hand tugs the blanket up over his shoulder. She doesn’t know Erin. Not yet. But she will. And when things go south, he’s going to remind her that this was her idea.

[vixendoesstuff]

Meet White Vortex!

vv Here's their vehicle mode, or something closely resembling it vv

More info under the cut!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name : White Vortex Species : Metal Cardbot Pronouns : They/Them Eye Colour : Emerald Green Height : 7 ft/2,1 m Vehicle Mode : Kawasaki Ninja H2 Allegiance : Rogue (former), Edo Workshop (current)

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Back at Planet Machina, it's uncommon to find Metal Cardbots in White Vortex's size. Unfortunately, because of this, they're subjected to a lot of bullying and discrimination due to their size being "miniscule" and "weak". This left a deep fear of people, especially those bigger than them, within the Cardbot, causing them to be closed off from the outside world to spare them the pain.

But if you somehow, by some miracle from Deus Machina itself, managed to breach their walls, then you'll find that they're... kind of awkward when it comes to a conversation. No surprises there, to be honest.

White Vortex, while seemingly cold and aloof to outsiders, is far from that. They're a soft spoken, kind and loyal individual, who will try their best to please those who they deem trustworthy. This can come across as overbearing at times, so the best option is to gently tell them off (though the end result is highly dependent on the Cardbot's response to it all).

Overall, White Vortex is a good bot in heart, and a faithful friend to have, who will remain at your side 'till the bitter end.

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If this looks rushed, it's 'cause it is. I couldn't be bothered to make a fancy refsheet since the time I take to draw digitally is about 3-5 days, so I just drew it all on paper, did some Ibispaint magic, and here's the result lol.

But anyway, here's my attempt at making a Metal Cardbot OC! I'm both surprised and not surprised a Korean kids show about transforming alien car robots got me hooked on its premise so fast. I mean, I'm also currently into Transformers, so I guess it's a given lol.

To my knowledge, all the currently known Metal Cardbots has mostly been cars and planes, with the occasional boats and animals. But I've never seen one who's a motorcycle, so I thought, "why not make one?". The premise might get debunked later as the show goes on, but a person can dream, right? Besides, it's just a harmless OC, so no harm done.

Anyway, the inspiration from their design mostly comes from, well, Transformers obviously. More specifically ROTB Arcee, Bayverse Sideswipe, and TFP Optimus Prime. I know the Cardbots all look blocky and not lean like what I have here, but my reasoning is that since they're a motorcycle, they don't really have a lot of kibble to form armour with. Hence, their slender appearance. I also took reference of real biker helmets for their head.

I was debating on colours for a good while when I was working on this, going from pure black, grey, blue and teal. But I decide to go with a simple colour scheme, a monochrome look if you will. It works somewhat at a lore standpoint, they don't want to draw too much attention at themselves, and that plan fails if they have neon blue and red as their pain or something. Perhaps I could add some green accents to match their eyes in the future and add some variety to their look, who knows.

Anyway, for their weapons and abilities, that will probably come in a later post. I'm still debating on what will it be. One idea I have floating around is a Weapons Card named Tread Wheels, which are just basically wheel attachments, with spikes so you know it's dangerous lol. One ability I have for this is called Vertigo Kick, where if the spike managed to pierce a Cardbot's armour, the energy from the kick will then be absorbed into that Bot's processor, causing it to malfunction. This causes their vision to glitch out, showing copies and after images and their hearing is amplified or decreased depending on the Bot.

It's not concrete yet, so expect things to change.

But until that day comes, here's what we got for now! Until then!

[digitaldoeslmk]

multiple questions. Is Lady Bone Demon alive or did she die in the same in JTTW.

Is macaque alive and is he literal metaphor of Wukong like his a “clone” of Wukong or is he a complete separate being from from Wukong and just represents what evil Wukong can do.

Are yellow camel gang (forget their group name) still supplementing the demon warlords not like they do anything special all you have the DBK, speak of him is the jade face fox still around.

What is Mei doing to do the Samadi fire isn’t split up so what she got to do (the writers really fumble the ball with her well that happen when you are given 10 MINUTES PER EP LIKE WHAT HELL LEGO)? Speaking of the gang are they the same guys or are they still recantations?

What is this demon-human truce I keep hearing about how did it happen? After Wukong sealed DBK?

Is flower fruit mountain still in same place like in the show? Because I can see Wukong using his 10000 ft tall from to pick up all of FFM and pick up a big chunk of the fire ring mountains (I forgot the name of that place too) then place it in the middle of the ocean to be life alone. yes I know volcanoes don’t work like that but come on this world is all really violating the natural norms of our world so what’s one more violation.

OHO MANY QUESTIONS!! :DD

1. LBD makes an appearance but she's just a small fry yaojing like in JTTW, and more of a lackey then the big bad. she did get killed by Wukong but she escapes the Diyu with some help

2. Macaque also an escapee from the Diyu and takes role of bbg on S3. he's his own person, but he feels himself equal to Wukong in power and merit, and he resents him for being given the chance at Enlightenment. not that the option is never denied to him, he can do it on his own accord, but not if he can't gain fame and renown from it like Wukong did.

3. the Camel Ridge Trio aren't part of the Brotherhood, they're their own thing but they got deleted by Wukong in the journey and that's that lol his Brotherhood tho is still around in their own way, and they do resent him for ditching them for Heaven. they arent big bads in S4 but they get roped into a vengence plot by Macaque.

4. Jade Faced Fox as well as the Immortal Compliant are still around but they're on PIF's side while DBK got sealed away. They got only minor roles though villains of the week demons for MK, like Yin and Jin.

5. IM TAKING MEI AND GIVING HER A FIX UP MAKEOVER!!!!! She's overall still like her S1 self, but her arc is more tied to her dragon ancestry than stealing Red Son's thunder. the Samadhi Fire isn't a McGuffin hot potato in S3, her arc is about learning to master her water and weather manipulation powers, and learning how to fly on her own. Chinese dragons need a "protusion" in their head to fly which im just reworking as its an age thing, so best she can do half the time is hop around on clouds, and since Megapolis in is a desert and has weather control.... not much chance to stretch herself. Also she has a full proper dragon form, not just a floating hologram form.

6. the gang is not reincarnations of the pilgrims, the lads are all in their celestial posts post-JTTW and they make some appearances here and there, mostly in a support role. Tang is one of Tripitaka's disciples who also got given a few reincarnations as a mortal to build merit and cultivation. Wukong saw that and went "hey yknow what would be really funny?" and so pilgrim group electric boogaloo happens xD

7. after the journey, Wukong became a boddhisattva, and helped over the years to build trust between humans and demons, proving that they can not only coexist but support each other. Megapolis was the first mixed city to be built as proof-of-concept that a demon-human truce could work, and after a few decades, the truce was codified into law both in the mortal and celestial realm. basically demons will be treated as equals among humans if they don't eat or kill humans, and they can be redeemed if they choose to drop a warlord's lifestyle after community service and reparations are given. to maintain the peace, quite a few immortals keep an eye on the mortal realm for any breaches on that truce, so it can be investigated and punished accordingly.

8. JSBDHSHDJHD TRUE THAT!! But FFM is not sealed away so zealously, everyone knows Wukong didn't vanish, he just went to the celestial realm to work as an intermediate between mortals and immortals and yknow, boddishattva duties. FFM got plucked closer to the shore, and after Megapolis was properly established, it even got a few tourist traps along the shores. there are still monkey yaoguai living there quite happily, those villages we see arent deserted, and sometimes scholars and pilgrims are allowed to climb the mountain for an escorted visit. its pretty lively there!

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Fluffy Pancakes, Fluffy Girl [Ft. CSR Geumhee]

Tags: Fluff, Holy shit its fluffy, Backhugs, did I already mention fluffy?, Quickie, not edited because ffh (Fluffy Fantasy Haze) Author's Note: She is just too cute man, she is just too cute for this world, and its time to give her a true solo fic like this adorable cutie deserves, requested by @libraryoferos so have fun bro and everyone else reading this

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If there was one thing you wish you could've gotten from your girlfriend, is the ability to wake up easily

Saturday morning, 8:15 AM And dear god you have no idea why you are sitting on your sofa, sipping your cup of coffee meanwhile Geumhee is still snoring cutely in your shared bed, you could only curse yourself for your mistake

"hmmm...well she is working a lot for her comeback with her members" you think to yourself, taking a small look toward the bedroom door. "i think i should pamper her a bit" your thoughts added up in your head as you wake up from the sofa and go toward the fridge, pampering your girlfriend the only way you knew how: Pancakes

Pancakes being your favorite food to eat together as a couple is an understatement, since you could honestly say that without this you would never meet you girlfriend, you could only smile as you started to follow the pancake recipe you got from the internet.

Each step you follow of the recipe give you memories that start to float in your head, like how you confessed to Geumhee 2 years ago. date or your first kiss which was during a meteor shower, you cant help but smile as you continue making the pancakes

time passes, the pan is warming up as you style your art of pancake making, first bunch of pancakes gets a bit weirdly shaped, but its doesnt matter since what is important to you is the taste and the smell.

speaking of smell, the scent of the pancakes slowly creeps up to the bedroom as soon enough you could hear a sound akin to a moan coming from the room which means two things: she is awake, and she is hungry resulting in a small giggle from you

however for now you could only focus on the pancakes, not trying to burn them as your eyes look at the pan, while your right hand is holding the spatula, the left hand is holding the pan, making it easier for you to flip the pancakes, slowly but surely more and more freshly made pancakes are added to the plate as suddenly you could feel two hands creeping behind you, slowly wrapping around you.

"Morning Jagi" you simply say as you turn out, revealing your girlfriend in her "just woke up" attire, a white sweater that she probably stole from your closet and very short pants, her brown hair messy however her bangs stay in their place.

however said girl doesnt say anything, instead she opens her mouth, signaling she is hungry as you fork one of the pancakes and slowly enter it into her mouth, letting her munch on the pancake as she hums in response, flashing her iconic gummy smile showing she is enjoying her breakfast in

"You really made those just for me?" Geumhee mouthed the question, her mouth still full of the pancake she is eating.

"Mmm...Maybe?" you answered, causing both of you to fill the room with your laugh, so much so that you couldnt notice that the fork was taken from your hand, taking another pancake with it

"I cant be the only one tasting right oppa?" she asked as you just rolled your eyes, however before eating the pancake you quickly attack her lips, giving her a quick peck before taking a bite from the pancake, making your girlfriend flustered from your sudden action.

"What? i needed something sweet before eating the pacnak-Owww" you did your best attempt of flirting however you only recived a small punch to your shoulder.

"That was corny as fuck oppa" she cutely said, for a minute so you just cant help both of yourself. finding both you and geumhee looking at eachother's eye for a long time, soon enough you both started laughing again.

"Wanna watch some saturday morning anime?" you ask as Geumhee without even answering took you to the sofa, turning on the TV and changing to an Anime channel, your hands quickly go around your girlfriend's neck. pulling her closer to you resulting in her resting her head on your shoulder.

"Now that...is a good morning" you thought yourself, letting the day finally start for the both of you, while it is a slow start, its a start you love

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Posted in10/10/2023

[berylcluster]

⊰ CLOSED STARTER @amarvelousmencgerie ft. KARA & JIM ⊱

➫ JIM found himself thinking about their latest passenger, rapping his fingers on the arm rests of his chair, careful not to touch the console there, lest he wanted to sound the alert or send a ship wide message of him thinking. Not that he hadn't done it before now, but he didn't want to appear incompetent while they were all still shell shocked from the days events. He found himself giving the bridge to Mister Spock, and he left, too troubled by the fact he hadn't been down to visit her. The lone survivor of Krypton.

The Enterprise had been on a voyage of diplomacy, of course her crew hadn't been a stranger to the decorum and proper etiquette when preparing for a new planet to join their Federation. But this time, it had been different, something they had never encountered before now. When they got to the planet, it wasn't even whole anymore, just a bunch of broken and jagged rocks floating in space, a single surviving pod in all the wreckage. They brought it on board and opened it up to reveal Kara. It was still a mystery why this had happened to her planet, and she could offer very little in terms of an explanation, but then and there Kirk had made a vow to get her back to Earth and under the protection of the Federation.

Jim walked down the hall, hands tightly folded at his back, head down and remembering the debris, the bodies floating in space. His feet get him to her guest quarters but he hesitates to ring her door, worried that his presence might be too much for her so soon after the loss of her people. He knew what grief did. But still, it was his duty as captain to check on her, make sure she had the comforts she needed. Bing bong, goes the bell, hands back behind him before it's over. "Miss Kara? It's Jim Kirk, I just wanted to check on you. Without doctors and the like around, if that's alright? I can come back another time."

[roseofithaca]

The Curse

(A small continuation of @idiotwithanipad 's fic The Flight, set in her Gore Au, ft her oc Amy and mine Silver. All good things must come to an end....for a while).

Silver felt her way forward, letting out the smallest of giggles until the soundwaves ricochet back to her, informing her of the distance between where she stood and her target.

An image solidified in her vision of a girl only an inch shorter than her in a thick hoodie, holding something crumpled between her fingers.

"Ah. What a lovely, uh...leaf you have there, Poppet." Her daddy said, placatingly; "You can put that on your bedside table if you like. A nice little souvinere of your adventures today."

The muffled groan from Amy vibrated with frustration.

Silver finally reached to touch her elbow; "It's not a leaf! It's a Kit Kat! Hehehe."

She felt her friend turn to her, felt her muscles relax against her fingers, even somehow felt the smile. It wasn't just a dream, a fantasy, not if there was another person to validate it.

"A....Kit Kat, eh? Well I did suggest to your mum that we get a pet but she always claimed to be allergic to both cats and dogs-"

Both girls cut the Tudor off with their laughter, Amy's hand flying up to her lips to try to avoid gurgling liquid down Silver's top.

"I believes they be referring to a biscuit, cloaked one. My girl hath listed many a sweet with odd names she wishes for me to conjure in her senses." Mummy explained, throwing an ounce of mercy to the befuddled Humphrey.

Silver giggled again; "This one time I asked Mummy for Milky Ways and Galaxies. She waved her hands and next thing I knew, I was floating in space! Hahaha."

"Blimey." Humphrey blinked while his daughter bent forward in more contained laughter, clearly understanding the joke he was missing.

"Yes, yes, t'was most confuddling." The witch sighed, "We be more precise in our requests when dealins with the dark arts now, don't we, little'en?"

"Yes, Mummy." Silver answered, dutifully, before whispering again to Amy; "Still was fucking cool floating around in space though! I got to ride a comet! Hehehehe."

Humphrey could only watch his daughter's eyes shine like fireworks at the very idea. He looked down, to the girls hands, how they were still gripping onto each other. At first, he'd merely put it down to the witchling being blind and relying on touch. But Amy....she was holding just as tight onto Silver. Like a girl lost afloat at sea, clinging to a lifeline.

His unbeating heart began to twist, first with sadness. Sadness that he'd never seen his little girl look half as happy back in their rooms. Then envy. Envy at this blind urchin, that she had brought his Amy to smile and laugh when he could not. And then, most devastating of all, a revelation.

His own father had done everything to mould Humphrey's life to how he desired it to be. It hadn't mattered what reluctance the boy had or the misery of his daughter-in-law. They had been mere pawns in his own game, ready to be either promoted when reaching his desires, or sacrificed for letting him down.

Closing his eyes, he faced the image of the man, and silently declared that he could sod his fucking legacy.

Humphrey Bone would not become his father.

"You should stay."

The girls' laughter stopped immediately. The witch's smoke seemed to still around her. Even the beast let out a grunt of surprise.

"Mmmf?" Amy blinked at the man.

Humphrey forced a smile; "I said you should stay here, Amy. You...You're happy here. You're laughing. I...I want you to keep laughing, Poppet. There's nothing to make you laugh back in that house. There's only fear and hiding and your old dad being a useless worry who can't keep his own head on straight!"

"Cloaked one..." Mary began.

"Please." He faced the witch with as much bravery in his heart as when he'd held the door for Sophie to escape; "Just take her. Don't make me have to disown her so she's an orphan and you'll have no choice. It's what you do, isn't it? I see it now, really I do. You're not a monster. You're...Huh." He looked at Silver, fondly; "You're a mum."

Amy remained frozen still in her friend's grasp, staring at the Tudor, unsure of what to say, or perhaps not believing he had done a complete one eighty.

He was....letting her go? Just as she asked?

It wasn't quite what she had meant when she'd said those words. Letting go had meant leaving this place, the house and woods included. It meant going home to her old life, to her shitty mum that she still loved, to her friend Shan, to being...normal again.

That was before she'd learned about the wall. Before she'd properly met her new friend, before going on the craziest but wonderful adventure her mother's magic could create for them.

Silver disrupted her thoughts with a shrill cry of excitement, bouncing on her toes.

"Yes! Yes! That's perfect! See, Ames? You don't have to go back! You can stay out here with me, hahahaha!" The witchling squealed, "You can smell Kit Kats and Monster drinks every day! You can get to know all the imps and sprites and, oh, I didn't even introduce you to the vampires yet, did I?! And of course you can play with the dragons-."

"Little'en-." Mary tried to interject.

"I also know this guy Nik! He's a talking stick! I know that sounds weird but he's actually pretty funny and I dunno why, I just feel like you would get on with him-."

"Silver Ravenstar Guppy!"

The witchling immediately closed her mouth. Mummy never addressed her with her full name unless it was serious.

Mary sighed; "This not be your decision to make, darling girl."

"But...But Mummy, he's letting her go. And she wants to leave, that's how she found me, she was running away! Both times! Won't you take her in, Mummy?"

"Of course I woulds, sweet child, in the beat of mousies heart I woulds." The witch said with surprising endearment for such a grotesque wraith of a being; "But this be a choice between Amy and her father."

"Good, because Amy doesn't want to stay there anymore, do you Ames?" Silver looked to her friend, giving her wrist a squeeze.

Silence. Not so much as a gurgle.

Silver blinked; "Amy?"

"Mmmf." It was all the other teen could say. The one muffled syllable ringing with uncertainty.

She took Silver's hand and turned it, writing into her palm.

N..O...T.......S....U...R...E.

"Not sure? Why not? I don't understand....Didn't you have fun?"

Another groan along with a nod, her hands squeezing Silver's.

"Do you...want us to be friends?"

Yes. Of course, fucking yes.

She prodded her finger into the pale flesh again.

"Still...family..." Silver spoke the words she felt drawn into her. The laugh that followed rang with sadness and understanding; "Oh. Of course....You don't wanna leave your daddy."

Silver let her go.

"And I don't wanna leave you, Poppet. Never in a million years." Humphrey moved closer to Amy, voice breaking, "But Dads have to do the right thing for their children. I told myself I was keeping you inside for your own good and because of what your mum wanted but...Truth is, it was all about me. Because I was scared of losing the only family I had left. That was wrong of me, sweetheart. Please. I am so sorry."

Amy closed her eyes as tears began to fall. Why was this upsetting her so much? He wasn't her father. The wife he kept talking about wasn't her mum. And yet...all his words felt more real the more he spoke, the more time she spent in this world, his distorted reality mixing with her own until she struggled to remember which was real.

Was this how it had been for Silver? She had talked how she refused to believe she was the witch's daughter at first, whenever she sobered up from her high, how the witch's claim on her having been kidnapped made no sense, until eventually she accepted it. A dash of Stockholm syndrome. Was that what this was? How could she trust anything she was feeling, including the pull of affection for this man that her heart so desperately wanted to call Dad?

Humphrey reached out to stroke the top of her head.

"Go with them, Poppet. The witch and her beast will do a better job at protecting you from the guards than I could. Don't worry about Mum, I'll send for you once she's back. If she's cross, I'll take the brunt of it. And you'll get to have a best friend with you. The sister that me and your mum should have given you." He tried to encourage, though it was clearly torture for him to do so.

The conflicted teenager leaned into his paternal touch, suddenly desperate for the fatherly affection she'd never experienced in life.

Glancing over to the witch and the feral man, she didn't see any desire for familial care in either of them. They both seemed indifferent to her, willing to tolerate her, maybe even be civil and polite, but the witch had clearly given most of what remained of her heart over to loving Silver. And the ancient creature...she could relate to how he closed himself off and acted scary to guard himself, but she was unsure if he'd truly care for her.

But then there was Silver. Silver, who was still looking unfocused in her direction, buzzing with hope and anticipation that Amy would agree to stay. The temptation was definitely there. To be free to have this land to roam instead of the house where there's so many to avoid. To be able to live in a fantasy land and ride dragons and sniff her beloved Monster. To have a best friend always at her side...

Why did it have to be an 'either or' situation? Why couldn't she-?

Silver's knees suddenly gave way and she crumpled to the floor.

"Mff?!" Amy's eyes widened as she reached for her friend.

"Child? You all right?!" Humphrey stepped forward.

Silver pushed herself to sit upright; "Don't worry, Mr. Lord Amy's dad, I....I'm fi.....Ahh."

The girl stretched her arms as she let out one of the biggest yawns Amy had ever seen.

Mary tutted as she moved towards her child; "Darling girl, did yous forget what the hour be?"

Silver frowned and rubbed at her eyes.

"Wha-? No, I...."

She looked to her mother, who was pointing to the sky, to the shades of pink and light blue staining image of night. But it was the sound of the birds performing their morning chorus that informed her.

"Oh....Hehehehe....Shit."

Her head rolled forward, looking as though it was too heavy for her to keep up.

Humphrey frowned with concern, instinct compelling him to ignore everything he said before and put his arm around Amy.

"What's this? What's happening?" He asked.

"Mmmf?" Amy groaned and then signed, hoping that the other adults, not just Humphrey could understand.

Is she okay?

"Do not despair, either of ye. T'is my little girl's affliction. I take it you did not tell your friend of the curse, sweetling?" Mary asked, stroking her daughter's hair as the girl knelt at her feet.

Silver weakly shook her head; "No, Mummy...D-idn't wanna spoil it..."

Yawning again, she leant against her mother's tattered skirt, struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Curse? What's this about a curse?!"

By the sound of the panic in Humphrey's voice, he was ready to completely go back on his 'sacrifice'.

"Calm yeself, cloaked one. It be no danger to you or your little'en." The witch reassured, "My Silver was born into this world with this bane. Did ye not wonder why she only graces the field with her melodic singing once per month? The rest of the time, she sleeps soundly beneath the waxing and waning moon. Only when the lunar light shines full doth she rise, for three nights and two days."

Silver huffed and managed to look up towards Amy.

"Sucks arse, right? Basically m'gonna go into a coma for the next four weeks. Hehehehe." She snickered.

At Amy's mumble of concern, Silver felt a surge of energy and reached out to her friend.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, Ames, honest! I have the most kickass dreams and....basically get to do all that cool stuff we did tonight but in my head. Won't be as fun without you there but....maybe you can find me when you go to sleep each night, hehehehe? Or....maybe we can do it again when I wake up next month? If...if you like..."

The surge didn't last long, with Silver nearly falling forward onto her face. She was saved by the beast man rushing forward and lifting her up, manoeuvring her onto his back and gripping her arms around his neck.

Once upon a time, his Mistress would have had to command him to do this for the cub. Now it's as natural as breathing.

Silver giggles and nuzzles into his mane; "Good pillow. Thank you, Fluff."

The witch continued to stroke Silver's hair.

"Doth this change your decision, girl?" She asked Amy; "Or yours, cloaked one? Do not misunderstand, if you both truly desire to part ways and for Amy to live with us, she will be most cared for. But I have not the strength to fill her head with jovial fantasies every day. It can be a very dark and lonely life here amongst the woods with eyes such as ours, eyes unable to avoid the bleakness. And my darling girl, your friend, shall be silent and sleeping nearly all the time, 'cept those precious five and fifty hours she returns to us..."

"Ah." Humphrey's response seemed to say enough.

He was much less keen to abandon his daughter to the witch if it meant her friend would hardly be awake to stay with her.

"Ah indeed, cloaked one." Mary manages a smile. She gazes at Amy, reaching out a tendril of smoke to stroke her cheek; "Forgive me, dear girl. I was jealous to begin with, when my daughter did desire to spend time with thee. Do you gets why now? For but a short time each month do I spend with my darling girl....and, like a greedy fool, I dids not wish to sacrifice any of that for her to be happy with another..."

A sleepy Silver reached out to grip the witch's bony hand; "Silly Mummy, hehehehe."

"Yes, little'en. Silly Mummy." Mary lightly tickled Silver under her chin.

Humphrey squeezed Amy's shoulder.

"It's...still up to you, Poppet." He said, swallowing that resurgence of fear; "It doesn't change how miserable you were with me. You might be happier here with the wi...Uh, with Silver's mum and their....pet?"

The beast man growled.

"Sorry! Sorry, I meant...friend." Humphrey corrected.

Amy huffed through her nose.

She walked up to Silver, resting on the feral man's back, ready to nod off at any moment.

Gently, she took her hand, the creature barely reacting to the intrusion on his charge.

"Gotta...stay....He's...all...alone....Needs...me." Silver read, weakly, then smiled; "Yeah. That makes sense....He seems like a good daddy. Hehehe..." Even her compulsive laughter was starting to quieten before she yawned again; "Find K-Kitty...She's in a room close to you...S'just as lonely as us. She...needs a friend as cool as you, Fizzy Girl...."

Amy smiled and took her palm again, prodding lightly.

"Dragon...race...next...month?" Silver's eyes sparked and she grinned; "F-fuck yeah! W-won't....miss it...."

Her arm went limp, hanging uselessly over the beast's shoulder.

The lightest snoring sound against his mane told them all she was gone. For now.

Amy frowned, giving her friend the slightest nudge to the forehead. Silver didn't so much as stir.

"It be all right, child. Is learned to no longer fear for my girl. She only rests." With a wave of her hand, the witch summoned a cloud of smoke and harmless sparks to lift Silver off the creature's back and carry her in mid air.

Humphrey stared in awe at the teenager hovering peacefully, skirt and overshirt wafting beneath her, a contented smile on her pale and bleeding face.

Amy tried to shake off the unease and disturbance she felt seeing the first true friend she'd made now trapped in sleep for a whole month. She insisted she was fine and that she would have her dreams but...fuck. There was a horror to such a fate that couldn't be avoided.

And then there was her last words. Kitty. Who the fuck was Kitty? Should she ask the grown ups or could she trust them not to gaslight her?

It was frustrating to think she'd have to wait four weeks to speak to Silver again, if she doesn't manage to find this girl on her own.

"I needs to tuck my daughter into her bed and see that she's comfy." The witch told them; "You are certain in your decision, young Amy?"

The teenager looked back to the Tudor. Then back to the witch.

She nodded.

Something close to a smile appeared on the witch's burned skull; "T'is settled then. If you wish to visit my girl at the next full moon...or ifs you desire a reprieve from indoors and your da permits...you is more than welcome." She looked to the beast; "Come, sweet ally. You knows the little'en doth love to cuddle thee for the first day she sleeps."

The creature grunted, sounding none too thrilled at the idea of being used as a teddy bear for the witch's child, but following regardless, accepting his fate. He gave Amy and Humphrey one last nod. They were both deemed safe in his view, no longer any threat to his Mistress or her....their cub.

Humphrey watched the witch disappear into the trees, her sleeping daughter floating at her side, the beast man skulking on his knuckles behind her. In the blink of an eye, a plume of smoke was all that remained of their presence there.

He laid a hand on Amy's shoulder and turned him to her.

"Are you....Are you sure, Poppet? You....You sure you wanna stay with your lame old man?" He sounded dumbfounded at the very idea.

It was rather adorable, causing Amy to smile. Her bulging eyes shone with that same joy he had seen Silver's jokes spark in her earlier.

Now for...him?!

She threw herself into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. Her nose ignored the blood on his front as she nestled into the fur lining of his cloak.

He felt her write the words into his chest.

I'm...sure...Dad.

Humphrey burst into tears.

[camuslittlesister]

Summer of Smut 2023 - 1

This is the first of a few fanfics I’ll be writing for this year’s Summer of Smut challenge, hosted once again by the lovely @voltage-vixen with @xxsycamore​. All deets will be on their blogs. Past fanfics also on the master lists for the past editions, or feel free to scroll down the blog to find them. 

I regressed to being 17 and writing fanfics based on songs. Maybe this one is a little dark in the meaning, but it’s meant to be the song alluded to in the story because of the sound. https://open.spotify.com/track/4AH5FTj8Qr5ZiWxXQJG2qs?si=5de14fe16b2446e7

Suppressed Colours (絕彩)

Prompt Playing Dirty in a Water Fight/Strip Tease in the Summer Otome Hakuoki SSL  Ship Saito x Okita (I said what I said) Warning It partly takes place during a scene that exists for real in the game so could be considered a spoiler. Some vulgar language. Also it's long AF, sorry. And wholesome. I just love them too much. 

愛が欲しいだけ 明日も靡く陽炎の如く優雅な炎

(I just want love. Also tomorrow, graceful flames, just like a shimmering heat wave) - SUGIZO ft 京

Translation credits

I didn't like that Hajime ended up on a team with Chizuru-chan, when I got stuck with Hijikata-sensei. The source of all evil. Not that he looked happy to be with me, either. The jerk. Why is he even here? I can hear Harada-sensei's teasing him, but I can't make up the words he is actually saying. Only his tone. Whatever, I don' t really care. I don't mind that Hajime is on the opposing team, I should focus on that. I wouldn't get to see him looking this cute if he wasn't. Although I'd get to see him from the sidelines, which is good too. I couldn't do this, though, I thought, as I picked up my gun and headed it for his thigh, close enough to spread a stain on his crotch but not somewhere I'd hurt him. I would never do something that'd mean he'd be out of action the rest of the weekend. I smirked, and he looked at me with a competitive fire in his eyes. Water straight in my face, as if he wanted to wipe the smirk off my face. Game on. I love you but a challenge is a challenge, I told him in my own mind, as way of apology for what I was about to do. 

"Hajime! Sōji! Behave" Hijikata growled with an intimidating glare, like he had been some military general in a past life. We walked to the battle area, the weather so hot the stain had already dried off Hajime's swimsuit. Great, now I needed to focus on winning and I couldn't get his dick out of my mind. We didn't really have any plans for after the waterpark closed, knowing him he'd be rushing home to study once the weather was less unforgiving, but I just wanted to make him wetter and wetter. How did I even fall in love with someone this prim and proper? Even in bed he never gets properly wild. Not the way he makes me feel, at least. At times I have to wonder if he just has incredible self-control, or he doesn't feel as strongly as I do. It makes me want to do anything to try and make him let go, but he is always a step ahead of me. And it drives me wild. 

Oh, Hijikata is so good at this. Guess even he would have something positive about him. Or Chizuru-chan is bad. She is a lovely klutz, we've been friends since we were little. Either way, we have won. I smiled triumphantly as I wrapped my arm around Hajime's shoulder: "Don't look so gloomy, I'll give you a consolation prize". He went off to the spectators' side, as I went to face the next team, a little more distracted than I wished I was. By the time our team was defeated, he was seemingly sleeping on a float, looking the cutest I had ever seen him. For a hormonal teenage boy I was having quite the wholesome lovey-dovey thoughts at the sight. It was hard to wake him up, but it needed to be done. The sun was beginning to set, the teachers were busy hitting on women at the bar, even Hijikata looked like he might be getting laid that night, and I couldn't imagine who would ever fuck that annoying bore, but I wasn't inclined to lose to him. If he was going to get some, so would I. "C'mon sleeping beauty, time to get changed and head home..." I teased him as he dozily raised his head from the float at my shaking his shoulder. 

I headed for the showers, and my hair were barely lathered when the door to the cubicle opened.  "How did you know it was me?" I looked at Hajime in surprise.  "It doesn't matter" he replied, trapping me against the wall of the shower "what game are you playing today?" I didn't know what to answer, I had a few going on at the same time, which one was he asking about? I smirked. He pressed his body against me, like he wanted to make it clear he wanted an answer. I could feel my dick stir already, it had been far too long since he had touched me, between the summer kendo tournaments and him starting tutoring for next year's entry exams already. He looked down briefly, he knew. He moved away, leaving me in the shower with my unmet desire. "Am I taking you home, right?" this time it was he who did not reply, heading for the next cubicle in silence. I returned to washing my hair and body, unable to let go of the thought of his hands on his from my mind. 

Fuck, I was proper hard in no time. Guess there's no way I can leave this cubicle like this, I thought, before turning my back to the door just in case and closing my eyes to try and conjure the image of Hajime as he looked when on top of me, his big blue eyes looking up at me as he trailed his way down my stomach, taking his sweet old time to get anywhere fun so that I would be begging for release before long. He had a talent for making it grow so much it was outright painful, I swear. If my body could want him any more than it already did, he'd find a way to make it happen. I bit the wrist of my free arm that propped me up against the wall, hoping that between that and the noise of the water nobody would know what I had just done. Except Hajime, he would know. No way he wouldn't know what he had done to me. He probably had done it on purpose. I made sure to watch the cum wash away entirely with the soap, hoping nobody in the changing room could tell, and breathed out a long sigh before turning off the water and wrapping myself in the towel. 

Hajime was already out of his shower, acting as if nothing had been going on. I had to turn away from seeing his muscles flex as he towel dried his hair, the last thing I needed was another erection right away.  "Do you want to go to the spot on the hill?" he asked, nonchalantly. Was he doing it to torture me? He must have known I wanted to go home with him, even after taking care of myself once already!  "What if I say no?" I replied.  "I'll go by myself" he left me no choice. I got dressed, making sure he saw everything that there was to see. Ha! A blush. Even he isn't immune, clearly. Cute.  We saw some of our classmates but made our excuses. Nobody seemed to suspect we were going home together, thankfully. The last thing we needed was our secret being found out. It wasn't a long walk, and the sunset turning to dusk was quite romantic. 

I grabbed drinks from the vending machine as he sat overlooking the lit-up city. It was a romantic spot, so I was surprised there weren't other couples out there. I sat down next to him, passing him a drink that was so often near his lips I didn't even have to ask what he wanted. "Thanks", he said, drinking it right away. I followed the drink down his throat, his Adam's apple moving with his every gulp. How could something so simple be so alluring? I wasn't drinking mine, and he took my hand in his.  "What's up with this?" I asked. "What do you mean?"  "You act cold, and now you're all touchy feely all of a sudden" "You act like a brat, you ask for it..." maybe he had a point. I lowered my head on his shoulder, not caring if someone saw us like that.  "I wanted to go home with you. I even prepared myself for it when I was in the shower" he turned his head to kiss mine. How can he be so sweet at times? He drives me insane.  "Some days I feel like all you want from me is sex..." he said, his soft voice having a hint of admonishment in it. "That's not true. I just don't know how else to show you how much I love you" "And that's without your obvious crush on Hijikata-sensei" 

I sat back up. I was fuming."Crush? On that demon? Are you mad?" he gave me a knowing smile. I cupped his cheeks, maybe a bit more violently than I intended, kissing him there and then. He didn't seem convinced that he was the only one I had eyes for, but he relented: "Let's go home." We went to his place, which was closer than mine, and found a note from his parents. Good, at least there would be no awkward greetings before heading to his room, or worries about being heard. We went straight to his room, and he sat on the bed with his back against the head. "Show me how much you love me, then" there wasn't as much challenge in his tone or eyes as there was in the situation. He made no move to touch me or himself, just sitting there with his gaze fixed on me as I sat on the edge of the bed thinking. After a few moments I stood up, and headed for the stereo, looking for a specific CD and a specific song. 

As the bass began to shake the space, I silently thanked the gods for the inspiration to wear a buttoned shirt that day instead of a t-shirt. It wouldn't have been quite as sensual to just take that off in one pull. I pretended not to care, looking around his desk while also playing with my buttons but not actually unbuttoning the shirt. I could see his jeans getting bulkier and, yet, he made no move to speed me up, looking at me like he wanted to see how far I would take it. It kinda made me want to stop and walk away. Why could he never throw me a bone with a sliver of vulnerability? Was he not dying to have me in his arms? I continued my slow strip-tease to the sound of the music, unsure what to do exactly because I had only seen women doing it, until eventually the song came to a close and I was back on the bed, naked, Hajime still fully dressed. 

He pulled me close enough to kiss, soon rolling us over so that he'd be on top of me. He looked down at me, always cutting an impressive figure from that angle even though I was the taller one, his expression serious, almost broody. He too undressed, and I gave in and hurried to help. If he teased me any longer I'd be hard again already. I wanted to be the one taking care of him instead. Once his clothes too had gone he was once again straddling me, this time his dick almost pointing at me like a sword. It was almost like a flashback of being on the floor of a dojo with a sword pointing at my throat as he made his way to my lips. He knew what I wanted and wasn't going to just give it to me, that much was clear. 

I wrapped him in my lips, but the range of movement in that position was limited and he knew it. He was making a point. I looked up to him pleadingly. Eventually, he smiled sweetly and moved away, reaching for the bedside table. It was a smile that, at last, reassured me that he really felt about me the way I felt about him. I pushed my legs on his shoulders, and laced my fingers with his on the bed as he finally gave me what I had wanted all along, our breaths and moans mixing like the notes in the music we had, by then, forgotten about. "I love you" he whispered, after collapsing on me when he was done. I kissed his head, wrapping my arms around him tight: "And I love you. Always"

Author's note: if you actually played the game you may recognise what the ending is based on. Yes, fangirl be fangirls, I had to give a nod to the Oshi's ability to kill one's my ovaries in one whispered word. If you have no idea, play the game. You should anyway.

[mypimpademia]

OOH okay okay can u write a drabble or headcanon set (whichever u like!!) of gojo being just. DISGUSTINGLY affectionate, like so fluffy and dramatic and sweet i could get cavities? thank you!! <3

— Infinity & Beyond

Gojo x gn!reader

TW: a singular swear word

Notes: kinda hcs? Technically just a bunch of little soft blurbs on things the gojo does. Admittedly, I haven't watched jjk or written for it in a FAT min and I kinda tried something new w this? but I hope you enjoy boo😭🤞🏾💖

Gojos really just a lovesick dork in this whole thing

⇶ Gojo Satoru was an absolute anomaly.

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, who constantly found himself brought to his knees by you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly stopped when he met you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the flirt, who never even thought to look in another person's direction after meeting you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who was always blabbering about something, but was rendered speechless in your presence

⇶ Gojo Satoru who stammered and blushed, when he finally brought himself to ask you on a date

⇶ Gojo Satoru who brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asked around), and presented them to you in a stupid French accent

⇶ Gojo Satoru who took you to a fancy restaurant, and managed keep a poker face the entire night, despite his racing heart

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who had the waiter bring out a random heart shaped dessert as a surprise, and gave himself a silent pat on the back when you asked how he knew it was your favorite

⇶ Gojo Satoru who practically melted when you took that first bite and smiled and hummed in satisfaction

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who's poker face absolutely shattered, when you offered a piece of the dessert on your fork/spoon to him, already holding it out to him

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who happily took the bite, only to think:

"Ya know... We basically just kissed."

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who turned beet red when you laughed and playfully called him a dork, because he didn't just say it in his head

⇶ Gojo Satoru who finally got that kiss he felt like he'd been dreaming of forever, and was floating all the way into the next day

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly leapt from his chest after he eventually worked up the courage to ask you to be his s/o. And you said yes.

⇶ Gojo Satoru who would literally not let go of you once he had you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who comes up to you at any given moment, wrapping around you, and hands settling just under your bellybutton before locking together

⇶ Gojo Satoru who, despite being over 6 ft tall, is often the little spoon. Often being found wrapped in your arms in a sweethearts cradle, snoring softly

⇶ Gojo Satoru who will not let go of you in the mornings, and swears he'll die if you leave him

"Satoru..." You groaned.

"Hmm?" The man who had his arms firmly locked around you hummed.

"Can you please let me go? I have to pee so badly." You fake pleaded.

Satoru has had you in his grip for nearly an hour now, and scrawny as the man may seem, damn was he strong.

"Noooo." He whined, burying his face into your neck.

"Toru, baby, 'm gonna be late for work." You told him, once again trying to break free of his grasp. To no avail, of course, especially not when his pale arms wrapped around you even tighter.

"Nooo, please don't leave me, Y/n. I'm not even working today, so why should you? Who's gonna cuddle with me? Who am I gonna bother?" Satoru wailed, in an almost childlike manner before peppering kisses all over your face.

At this point? You both knew he wasn't going to give up, especially not now. And as irritating as he could be at (most) times, you just couldn't say no to him.

"Okay, fine. I'll call in sick." You relented.

Satoru whispered a victorious 'yes' to himself, then pressed his lips to yours, making a dramatic smooching affect.

You both chuckled as he pulled back, and you swiped a thumb over his now reddening lips.

"But really, can I go pee? I actually kinda have to go." You told him.

Watching his face morph into the expression of that of a sad puppy, you knew exactly what was coming next.

"... Can I come?"

⇶ Gojo Satoru who absolutely insists on kissing every inch of you, everyday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who kisses you till both your lips are sensitive and near bruised

⇶ Gojo Satoru who suggested doing movies nights with you every Friday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who spends his Friday nights, laying between your thighs, his head on your chest and both of you wrapped in a soft blanket

⇶ Gojo Satoru who let's the first 'I love you' of your relationship slip over a dumb joke he laughed at harder than he should have

Your boyfriend was currently doubled over laughing on the ground, back hunched and holding his stomach as he wheezed.

Just moments before, the two of you were cuddled up watching Toy Story. You were about half way through the movie, making jokes as always. Until you made a stupid joke about Buzz that Satoru found all too funny.

Admittedly, you were laughing right with him. But not because it was that funny, but because his laugh was so ugly.

It was somewhere between a wheeze and and the sound a zipper makes when you run a pencil across it, mixed with gasps of air in between.

You both had tears in your eyes as you began to finally calm down, catching your breath in gulps.

"Ahh, God that was too funny. This is exactly why I love you." Satoru sighed.

You both sat in silence, taking in what he had just said before you both glanced at each other, eyes blown wide.

Satoru's face was flushed pink. He didn't regret saying it, because it was true. But confident as he normally was, he wasn't sure if that was something you were ready for yet.

"Wait- I'm sorry– I didn't mean to say th—"

Before he could get another word out, you bent over and sealed his lips with yours.

"I love you too." You told him.

Satoru's face relaxed, before shaping itself into a dorky smile.

"To infinity and beyond?" He asked you, conveniently uttering it at the same time Buzz did in the movie.

You both laughed at, before giving each other one more kiss.

"To infinity and beyond, Gojo Satoru."

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[grumpy-zane]

((Alcohol cw -- Scruffshipping Ft. Dareth and Ronin.

Metal fingers clicked against the glass with every poke, nudging it further down the bar in little scoots. Ronin watched its progress, passing the time as Dareth spoke loudly to someone on their way out. He was only half paying attention, the other half was lost somewhere in sleepyland, floating lazily down an alcoholic river. His mind was so out of it that it took him a moment to register the bartenders hand hovering patiently by the glass, waiting for him to finish playing with it.

Ronin watched him pick it up and rinse it with the rest of the cups, the soapy cloth ran around and inside, rung out beneath the running tap with the rest of the dishes.

He tried to picture himself where Dareth was, imagining the hassle of cleaning up an entire bar. He would want a drink or two to make it less of a slog, and with such a selection it would be difficult to pick which would be most effective. And yet, Dareth never pulled a bottle and poured one for himself.

Now that he was thinking about it, he had never seen the man drink, not even during any 'save ninjago' parties that occured ever so often. He was always tending, always mindful and watching, and always the guy driving. It was jarring to say the least.

"Don't you ever unwind?" Ronin asked half mumbling, resting his head on his prosthetic arm.

"Yeah, when I get home I relax or pass out." Dareth shrugged.

"What's your favorite?"

"Favorite what?"

"Cold, hot, on the rocks?"

Dareth blinked and shook his head with a smile, "oh, no, I don't unwind, not by that definition."

"Why not?" Ronin exhaled, fully resting the side of his head on his arm. The cold metal playing felt nice on his warm flushed face.

Towel dryed classes clinked gently against their fellow counterparts as they were placed on their shelves, ever so gently as to not damage them. The foot of each bottle were pushed back into their proper places from where they had been pulled and misplaced throughout the night. A dusting rag ran up and down the shelf dividers, wiping away the grey fade of a lightly coated woodgrain.

Noises of cleaning without words or a usual hum, noises that held the question suspended in the air.

Dareth stepped away and grabbed the broom from the kitchen, his shoulders slumping when he realized that Ronin wasn't alseep but watching intently. It was a question he dreaded the day of, but felt as thought it was bound to come up. Ronin had questions just as Dareth did, and pushing them aside just made them more important.

"Well, I uh, just haven't had alcohol." Dareth dismissed as he pushed the broom around.

"Mmmhm. Yet you know every flavor of every drink?" Ronin asked.

"Not every, but enough," Dareth said dryly. He was running out of 'cleaning filler' to stave awat Ronins fleeting attention, any anything excessive would lead to even more persistence. Once the broom was back in its proper place, he took a seat beside him and rested his elbows on the counter out of habit. "I don't drink because I'm an alcoholic. Er, a recovering alcoholic."

Ronin processsed what he said and snorted, "okay you don't have to make that dramatic of an excuse."

"Hah! I wish it was," he ran his fingers in circles, "I havent had a drink in.. lets see.."

The finger counting caused Ronin to snort a chuckle, "sounds like you've recovered if it's been that long."

His tone was joking but Dareth shook his head anyway. "Maybe, but I'm not going to find out."

"Mh," he yawned and sunk further into his now crossed arms.

"I think I would be in real trouble if I had one and had to work surrounded by it. I don't think I could stop myself from having another."

"Mh."

Dareth watched him slowly blink, his mind elsewhere or perhaps trying hard to think. It wasn't easy to tell when Ronin was plotting, it looked very similar to his overthinking gaze.

"So no wine dates in the park, got it," Ronin mumbled and closed his eye.

He laughed and got up from the stool, "alright, time to close up and go home, Roni. You can fall asleep some place more comfortable, like my place." Seeing that he couldn't pilot REX to save his life.

"Like you," he sucked in and stretched.

"Sure, if you're fine with me drooling." He snickered. ))