#(Yes I know that name is pretty daft)

[y0rk-ie]

The urge to never look at anyone again whenever my wonky eye gets pointed out will never be defeated.

[buckyalpine]

Pretend

College bucky x best friend reader, jealous Sharon, Steve and Sam are goofs. 

all the fluffff Friends to lovers

This shit has been sitting in my drafts for months. Idk why I started this or where I wanted it to go but here with our with more sweet college Bucky. Finally decided to finish it. 

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“Buck!”

“Hey nugget”

You plopped on the sofa beside him in the library, not even bothering to pull your notes out to study. You scrolled through your phone, leaning against Bucky while he worked on his term paper.

“I grabbed you your drink by the way” Bucky leaned over, grabbing a coffee cup off the table, handing it to you before returning to his laptop. You hummed contently, sipping on the warm liquid, your body heating up, not because you were drinking hot coffee but because you were snuggled against Bucky. One of your closest friends. Who also played football on campus. Not at all someone you had a crush on. Nope.  

Bucky bit his lip, term paper be damned, you were tucked right into his side and he was fighting himself not to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer. He huffed through his nose, reading the same paragraph ten times over, not once actually comprehending what it said. The soft scent of your shampoo was evading his senses and it didn’t help that your head was leaning onto his shoulder.

You both sat in comfortable silence, until the sound of clicking heels made its way towards where you were both seated. For fucks sake.

“Hey Jamesss” Sharon sauntered over, letting his name roll off her tongue, throwing him a bashful flirty smile, completely ignoring your presence.

“Hi Sharon” Bucky offered her a pained grimace, shifting uncomfortably as she twirled a piece of her hair, her eyes trailing up and down his toned form. You internally rolled your eyes, staying glued to your phone while she continued to eye fuck him. 

“Soooo I heard Sam’s having a party this weekend?” Yes, and you somehow weaseled your way into it, we know, you thought to yourself. “Will you be there?” They’re best friends, of course he’s going, are you daft?

“Uh, yeah” Bucky nodded, his soul dying a little with each passing minute.

“If you weren’t going with anyone-

“I’m going with my girl”

“Y-your girl?” Sharon gawked, her eyes growing wide as Bucky kissed your cheek. You squeaked feeling his lips press onto your skin; it wouldn’t have been the first time he kissed you like that but…never mind, play the part now, worry later.

Bucky smiled, his arm wrapping around you with ease. You cackled internally, happily slipping into your role as his pretend girlfriend, slinking onto his lap. You hit the nail on the coffin pressing a little kiss against his neck, nuzzling into his hold.

“That’s your girl?” She did her best to sound disgusted but she’d completely lost Bucky’s attention; the second you crawled into his lap, he was a goner. 

“Mhm, my pretty baby” Bucky murmured, his lips brushing against your cheek. It didn’t even look like he was talking to her anymore, saying it more to himself, loving the way you fit perfectly in his lap. You’d playfully sat in his lap before but this...the softness of your lips on his neck, the way you were relaxed in his arms....why the hell were you not actually his girlfriend, he’d always been in love with you anyway-

“Oh” Sharon cut of Bucky’s train of thought, shrugging, pretending she didn’t care, “Well, you know where to find me, see you there” she frowned when Bucky didn’t bother looking up at her, his eyes still trained on you, while you continued to cuddle into his chest. Sharon huffed, leaving the both of you gazing at each other, unaware she wasn’t even there anymore; Bucky’s hands moving to grip your waist, another slipping up your sweater. 

You shivered at the feel of his hands, your eyes flicking down to his lips, the both of you letting your eyes bounce to each others lips, eyes, both of your minds racing with feelings that had been hidden away. 

He’s so pretty

She’s always been my doll 

His arms are my safe place

She’s so perfect to cuddle with

I wish he saw me that way

I don’t know if she’d want to go out with me 

I love him

I love her 

You realized you’d stayed in Bucky’s lap for longer than necessary, gasping when he held you in place as you tried to scramble off. He pulled you closer, his nose bumping against yours, your hands going down to clutch onto his hoodie to find a way to ground yourself. 

Meanwhile, somewhere in a corner of the library

“Do they even realize Sharon left?”

“No”

“Your best friend is a dumbass, you know that?”

“He’s your bestfriend too”

“I can’t claim him when his game is this weak, y/n is literally in his lap and he’s just rubbing her like a fucking lamp, expecting her to grant him 3 wishes. Fucking kiss her” 

“He’s just nervous”

“BARNES, WILL YOU JUST KI-

“SHHH, it’s a library!”

“BARNES STOP ACTING LIKE A VIRGIN AND KISS HER-

Steve scrambled over, slapping his hand over Sam’s mouth, the two of them wrestling in the corner while Bucky continued to obliviously gaze at you. 

“So, I’m your girlfriend, huh?” You whispered, softly poking his side to tease him. 

“You most definitely are doll” He nodded, his heart nearly thrashing against his chest. “Better be convincing so she’ll leave me alone” He smirked, his blue eyes sparkling. “We’ll have to pretend all the time for her to really believe it” 

“Mhm, and how long do I have to pretend for?” You bit your lip, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“I don’t know, couple days” He kissed your lips softly, while your eyes grew wide, did he really just-“Or a new weeks” He kissed you again, smiling against your lips when you squeaked, “maybe even months” His pecks were so soft and gentle, you melted more each time, “possibly forever?” His looked at you with his sweet puppy eyes, hoping you’d feel the same way about the last option. 

He didn’t even realize the both of you had started to lean into each other until your lips touched, his eyes rolling back, desperate for more of your sweetness. You nuzzled into his touch further, softly moaning against his lips, parting them giving him more access to your mouth. Bucky couldn't help himself, gently tugging your hair, cupping your cheek to deepen the kiss, not letting you go until you both needed oxygen. You pulled away, unable to stop yourself from grinning. 

“You okay with forever, peanut?” Bucky looked down at you, having the same goofy grin plastered on his face, his lips brushing against yours, sneaking in a few more pecks before kissing your forehead. 

“Of course I’ll pretend with you forever, Buck” You shrugged as if it was obvious, climbing off him momentarily to pack your things. 

 “Y’know we might even have to pretend to get married some day to really make her believe it”  You squealed when he lifted you bridal style with ease, wrapping your arms around his neck while he carried you out of the library and to his car. 

“Hmm, maybe we can even have 2 babies, that’ll convince everyone” You raised a brow while Bucky bit his lip, his mind now going other places, 

“Hmm, I’d love to make some babies with you, doll” Bucky smirked, setting you down and opening the car door for you. “Let me take you on a pretend date first” 

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[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Best Friends, Right?

Pairing: Matheo Riddle x fem!Reader (y/n)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: You're in the common room studying and Matheo is so close. 

You were in the common room reading a book. Classes were out and you needed to relax. You were cuddling with Matheo. You were friends, best friends. 

Or atleast.  

That’s what you both told everyone, but deep down. No matter how to tried, you knew. You liked him. You like Matheo fucking Riddle. You don’t know how, when or what he did, but you had gained a crush on him. But the thing is, it was one sided. 

Matheo was with a different girl everyday. The boys joked that he changed girls faster than clothes. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship so you kept quiet. 

For a year.

Unbeknownst to you Matheo who you thought was having a nap had woken up a while ago. He noticed you’d zoned out. He straightened and pulled you closer, putting his nose in your neck. 

“Teo? Are you awake?” He said nothing as he continued holding you closer.He felt you lower your book and caress his cheek, “You’re really cute while you sleep, and pretty although i’ll never ever tell you this if you were awake” you played with his hair a bit then went back to your book. “Maybe that’s why I fell for you,” he froze. 

Maybe that’s why i fell for you

Soon you had put down your book (using your wand since any movement might wake up Matheo) and you laid back into him. His sleepy hands wrapped around you bringing you closer.

“You fell for me,” he mumbled into your neck. You froze. Shit. He was awake.

"What?" You feigned confusion.

"Don't play daft darling I heard you earlier," he mumbles, his gaze still on you. You had said that part outloud. He waits for an answer, his eyes roving over you.

"I- it's a silly crush i had a while ago, like a really really long time agao, it's not really something to think hard about, because like obviously you don't feel the same way so let's just ignore th-" Matheo rolls his eyes and you stop.

"Weren't you the one who said to stop assuming things," he drawls his voice low and husky. You furrow your brow. What?

"Teo, What am i assuming?" He comes closer, and closer till he's a hair breadth away.

"That I don't feel the same," your eyes unfocuse and a shaky gasp leaves your lips, your gaze drops to the lips you've been fantasising about since 5th year. "Speechless are we love?"

"But you, you're with a different girl everyday Teo, I'm not interested in being one of them," he tilts his head a slight smile on his face.

"The reason, I thought was quite clear since Enzo, Teddy, Draco and Pansy couldn't keep their mouth shut or their jokes to themselves." You're definitely confused now.

"Darling, the reason I'm with another girl everyday is because I'm hoping I might feel something for them, that I might love them, that I'd be released from loving someone who didn't look my way," he chuckles. "The first day we met, I introduced myself, hand stretched and everything, only for you to just drop your name and go back to your book, leaving me hanging," you chuckle remembering that day.

"I apologised didn't I"

"Yes, but you still made an impression, an impression that made me fall hopelessly in love with you," Matheo plays with your hand.

"But you never looked at me like that, or atleast I didn't know you ever looked at me like that, so the girls I went out with were a distraction from you,"

"You love me?-" you were cut off as he kisses you, his hands wrapping around your waist bringing you in, onto his lap. You lazyly kissed him back relishing in it.

"I say all that and you still have to ask," you smile and say nothing before laying your head im his shoulder breathing in his scent.

You just giggling and kiss him again, and again and again and again.

"I should be concerned about all the affection I'm receiving but strangely I'm not, Do you want to go for desert downstairs," Matheo says. "Consider it our first date, official date,"

"I'd like that,"

[wishfuldivine]

[Part Two]

He fucked up. He fucked up pretty bad. He never should've let his thoughts get the best of him. Fuck.

He was currently waiting for exfil. His body leaned back against the outside wall of the front porch at the safehouse. A bullet stuck deep in his thigh as a frantic Price attended to his wound, and Ghost kept watch just in the case of anything.

"You alright, mate?" His captain asked. He was too focused on  helping out with his wound, but there was a certain tension surrounding him. As if he was trying his complete best to remain calm.

Ghost was the same but more subtle. He was standing right next to him, eyes roaming the area but would look back at them every once in a while. His jaw was tensed, shoulders upright, and his hands seemed to fight over an urge.

Gaz knew what was going on. Price was keeping himself from scolding him and Ghost  from fussing over him. And it was as if his thoughts summoned just that to happen.

"Yes, sir." The sergeant replied through a small groan. Which was the cause for what happened next.

"Next time, don't be so bloody daft, sergeant." Price's voice sounded very angry. His eyes were practically burning with a deep fire.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Shut it. How can you be so irresponsible over this, Garrick?" Ghost said with equal anger. His hands were clenched at his sides  now.

Gaz closed his eyes to try and take a deep breath before everything went any further.

"I know it was my mistake. Won't happen again, Lieutenant Ghost." He replied while opening his eyes. The sign of a breakdown was slowly creeping in.

"Do this again, and I will have to keep you away from future missions, Kyle." Price said afterward. It was the first time he's ever used his name in this manner or under these circumstances.

That made his heart  break. It hurt even more than he thought. But what Ghost said next is what finally did it.

"I won't work with you either, Garrick."

Gaz had enough. That's when he broke and everything came through like a broken dam.

"Yeah, you wish to be working with Soap, huh? I get it. You know, I often wish it was me who died instead of him because I can easily see how much y'all hate it that he's not here. Perhaps me being gone instead of him would've been better." He said lowly, looking down at his lap in deep hurt as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

Price and Ghost froze once Gaz's words cut through the air. Their eyes were now wide, expression shell shocked as they watched how their sergeant broke down completely in front of them.

The tension grew thicker and thicker by the second. Gaz continued to let everything out and his mind was going blank at this point. He never thought he'd be in a situation where he'll feel unwanted and unappreciated. It hurt. Very much.

"Kyle. That's no-"

"Stop lying to me! I see it every time I'm around! You ignore me. You avoid me. You see me with some kind of hatred for being the only sergeant alive! I just KNOW you wish he was here instead of me. I JUST KNOW!" His voice filled such exasperation as well. The way both of them have been treating him was completely unacceptable.

Price and Ghost didn't know what to do. Gaz was spiraling out of control, and it was very heartbreaking to witness. They felt guilty for ever neglecting their sergeant to a certain extent that led  him to break.

Shame and guilt overcame them in strong waves. They had been blinded by their own grief  to notice. Far too unaware of how they've treated Gaz along the way. How could they treat him like this?

The unstopping sobs escaping the sergeant were absolutely heartwrenching. And to everyone's shock, Ghost was the one who went forward to envelope Gaz in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." The lieutenant whispered into his ear. His voice broke just the tiniest bit at the end. He felt like complete trash.

Gaz only sobbed harder.

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 6

Onyx finishes their last day attending active high school solo

Onyx: Anyone seen Mrs T

Mrs Hensley: For your information Mrs Tinker is taking the younger class today, you’ll just be stuck with me

Onyx and Carson pull faces at each other over Amie’s desk. Mrs H is not a favourite of theirs. She is much more strict than Mrs T and Carson won’t soon forget when she yelled at him for not being in class before class even started. The idea of an hour of math led by her does not fill the soul with joy.

Mrs H: For today’s lesson we shall be focusing on the pie chart. Now there are several types of pie chart…

Darwin: *whispers* Apple or raspberry

William: *whispers* Definitely apple

Darwin: *whispers* Hot with ice cream, the only right answer

Mrs H: We will be focusing on teaching you two types which come in different forms, and yes- this will be on your exam

There is a general murmur of discontent through the class at the idea of exams.

After the class draws to a close Onyx realises the girl they gave Halloween candy to is sitting behind them, and decides to go say hi. She’s a little confused at first, after all she never saw their face under the helmet, but she gladly goes to lunch with Onyx and their friends, explaining that the bus from her town to the school only started recently.

Mr A: Pancakes. Were you paying attention in class

Onyx: Yes I was. You know my brother is starting this week so you’ll have to refer to me by my name soon

Mr A: But Pancakes is your name

Zhafira: *whistles* Wow, what a jerk

Onyx: I think he just finds calling us by our last names easier, he seems pretty daft for a principal if I'm honest

Carson: What did you do in art then

Scarlett: Oh we got to do these magazine collages, trying to represent one colour through various images

William: *sighs* I miss Mrs T

Onyx: You want to check out the roller rink?

Carson: I’ve still got some science homework to do, sorry Nyx

So Onyx goes and mucks about on the computer until it’s time for science class. Something glitched though and everyone got called to class at 3pm and the class day ended at 3:15... I have no explanation.

Back home Bob has the house to himself and Ginger while the younger Pancakes are off to their after school activities, Onyx has cheer-leading and Fergus has drama club. Bob is pretty happy with how the visit he and Eliza paid to the social worker went. They seemed to make a good impression and the woman assured them they were being put on the wait-list. Bob doesn’t normally like the idea of cheating his way through something but has called Aaron asking if he can keep an ear out for any situations that could get him and Eliza an infant sooner.

At the moment he’s running names through his head. If they’re lucky and get a young enough one they should be able to pick a name. The drone beeps reminding him that he’s meant to be talking to his fans, whoops, lost the train of thought there. Bob is able to cook a little on auto pilot these days but he should be following along with the baking closely to avoid disaster. Luckily the cake comes out perfectly! All ready for Fergus' birthday.

As Bob leaves for shift the kids arrive back and Onyx goes straight to setting the table.

Eliza: Are we ready for dinner

Onyx: Yes, I’ll grab Fergus

Eliza: I think you two should know I got promoted today

Fergus: YES! Treat time

Eliza: Why do you say that

Onyx: Mum last promotion we got the treehouse

Eliza: That was for rebate day

Fergus: *scoffs* Like that’s a real day

Ginger: *whines* I want to go walkies

Onyx: I know Ginger, I know, just let me finish this homework

Ginger: *whines* Hurry up, it's been 15 years

Onyx: Alright, pie chart done. Where’s your harness

Ginger: *barks* in my pockets

Onyx sets her up and then the pair head out for a night walk. Luckily they live in a good area so Onyx isn’t worried about their safety.

President, just two steps away from the top of the corporate ladder! Eliza feels proud she’s managed to get this far. The promotion also came with some bonus vacation days she’ll be able to use as substitute maternity days when they can get an infant. She continues the needlework she was doing and despite pricking herself once or twice finishes it off nicely.

Ginger: *barks* Is it bedtime mother

Eliza: Don’t worry Ginger, as soon as Bob gets back and eats, we’ll go to sleep

Ginger: *barks* I call dibs on the middle of the bed

Bob had another uneventful shift, before he can get a promotion he needs to increase his fame and baking. Nevertheless despite being gloomy he feels like it’s slowly getting closer. After finishing his meal he heads to bed to find Eliza sitting up awake.

Eliza: What did Aaron say? Can he pull any adoption strings?

Bob: He’ll put the word around to keep an ear out but it could take some time. Don't worry, it'll happen

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[coquettexnightz]

| Quiet |

- 18+ Content, breeding kink, british skinheads, fluff, tummy bulge, slow & nervous sex, virgin reader, etc. -

Y/n was walking down the street, zipping up her oversized, leather bomber jacket. She then let her hair down from her curled ponytail due to the cold wind beginning to blow. She stuck her hands into her pockets to warm them up, staring down at her black, slightly ripped fishnets as she did so. Her high Doc Martens were scuffed and beat due to the year she had been wearing them.

Snow was just beginning to barely litter the ground as she walked down the sidewalk. She noticed that she was approaching a group of young, but intimidating skinheads. Some were either her age or maybe even older, about two young boys alongside them. They were all dressed quite similar, their typical look.

Her mom always advised her to stay away from them, so she tried her best. But today it seemed almost unavoidable as she got closer. She kept her head down but glanced up every once and a while to make sure she didn’t run into anything. That would be embarrassing. Curiosity got the best of her, glancing over at the group to see if they had noticed her.

They had, especially one of the main boys. He looked to be one of the leaders of the group, if there was one. She accidentally made eye-contact with him, her eyes widened as she sped up, trying to get by as fast as possible with no confrontations. But she wasn’t fast enough, “Aye, princess?” One boy called out, a younger one. He seemed more outgoing and talkative than the older boy did. “Wait, we don’t bite.” He snickered.

Y/n stopped walking, pursing her lips and glancing around before sucking it up and turning around to walk toward them. “Yes?” She asked quietly, looking around at the group of boys.

“Our mate, Reggie over here thinks you’re fit.” The young boy smirked, looking her up and down excitedly. Y/n glanced to the older boy, Reggie, who elbowed the younger skinhead.

“What’s your name?” Reggie softly asked, pushing his way through the group to get closer to Y/n. She replied quickly but shyly, leaving him to try and break the ice. “Excuse him, he’s a bit daft. Always taking the piss, you know?” He smiled, leaning closer teasingly as he saw a smile grow on Y/n’s lips. “Pretty name you got there.”

“Thanks…Reggie.” She replied with a laugh.

“You on your way somewhere?” Reggie suggested, raising his eyebrows.

Y/n shook her head, “Nope, heading home is all.”

“It’s getting dark. Pretty little girls like you shouldn’t walk home alone in the dark, let alone during the day. It’s not safe either way.” Reggie hummed, looking at his smirking friends from the side of his eye.

“I do it everyday.” Y/n hummed.

“The quiet birds are always the best.” The younger boy whispered suggestively to another older boy. They laughed silently together, shoving each other playfully.

“I’ll walk you home, no worries.” Reggie pushed, walking up to stand beside Y/n. “Alright, don’t wait up, Lads.”

“It’s fine, don’t waste your time.” Y/n blushed, shaking her head at Reggie.

“No, no. I can’t be arsed with this lot anyhow. Lead the way, on you go.” Reggie waved to his friends once more before placing his hand on the small of Y/n’s back as they walked side by side. “You must be cold.”

“Hm?” Y/n looked up at Reggie, “Oh, not really.”

“Really? As much as we liked your outfit, specially those fishnets, you’re close to freezing those pretty legs off.” He joked, then glaring at a guy who walked by before completely forgetting about it.

Once they reached the flat, they both stood in front of the door awkwardly. Y/n avoided eye-contact moving to unlock her door, while Reggie stared shamelessly at her. “You’ve walked me all this way. Why don’t you come in for a cup of tea to warm up before you go on your way?” She suggested hesitantly. Reggie seemed nice enough, but she knew that she’d get chewed up and spat back out if her mom caught a skinhead in the small house.

They talked for a while, the moon shining on them both. The house was completely quiet and her mother was sleeping in the other room after having gotten home shortly before them after her fourteen hour long shift at the hospital. Her mother was a nurse in the children’s unit, so, she spent long shifts when having to stay with the kids.

It was all so risky already, even though the two teens weren’t doing anything wrong just yet. They still felt like they were doing something illegal. Then, her moms bedroom door creaked open and revealed a little girl, no more than five years old. She was very short with soft, platinum blonde hair. Wearing a large, pastel pink nightie along with socks that were too big for her as well.

“Silly girl, you’ll get me caught.” Y/n whispered after letting out a breath of relief.

“A boy.” The little girl, Posie giggled mischievously, pointing at Reggie.

“That’s right, a boy. But you can never ever tell Mummy, are we clear, Posie? I’ll give you a biscuit.” Y/n smiled cheekily, kissing her little sister on her soft, chubby cheek. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Posie whispered dramatically, shaking hands lazily with her big sister.

“Good girl, back to bed you go.” Y/n picked her up and walked toward her mothers bedroom. “I’ll be back, Reggie.”

“Bye, bye, Boy.” Posie giggled quietly, pointing at Reggie as she was carried into the darkness of her sleeping mothers room.

Once Y/n came back, Reggie was already beginning to get turned on. He couldn’t stop looking at her fishnet clad legs, then, on top of that, she was extremely good with kids. But he guessed that she had to be due to her mom being gone so often for work. Just to keep food on the table, but he knew how it felt.

“Should we go to your room?” Reggie asked, Y/n tilting her head in confusion. “Just so you don’t get caught.” She gasped in realization and immediately ushered him into her room. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’m going to change. Just— if you could turn around, that would be great.” She stuttered as she walked to her dresser and pulled out a short night gown.

Reggie tried his best to act like this encounter was nothing, but inside he was freaking out. He knew it was embarrassing, him being the one the boys looked up most to in the group, but he didn’t have too many encounter’s with girls. Especially not girls as pretty as Y/n.

But now Reggie was screwed. Because as her turned around to face the wall, he realized a mirror was in front of him. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes remained on Y/n as she slowly slid off her fishnets, making sure she didn’t rip them even more.

Just as she pulled her thin nightgown over her head, she glanced over to the mirror and made eye contact with Reggie. Neither looked away, nor did they mention it. “You tired?” Reggie yawned, looking up at the ceiling. Y/n nodded, knowing he was still looking. She then climbed onto her bed and curled up into a ball. “Guess I should get on my way then? Huh?” Reggie suggested, even though he didn’t want to leave.

“No, no. You can stay. Just lay beside me, it’s okay.” Y/n mumbled quietly, nuzzling her head closer to her arms.

Reggie quickly moved to lay behind her, practically cuddling her. She then shuffled backwards, pushing her butt closer to his crotch unknowingly. “Hey, Love?” Y/n just hummed in response, half-way asleep. “You’re— oh.” Reggie paused, holding in a moan as Y/n pushed backward once again. “Alright.” He grunted.

Slowly but swiftly, Reggie grabbed Y/n’s almost limp body and pinned her to the bed. “Reggie.” Y/n scolded absentmindedly, pouting her lips and turning her head away. “Your belt is poking me.” She sighed. But the thing was, Reggie didn’t have a belt on.

“Don’t got a belt on, Love.” Reggie then began to slowly grind on Y/n’s pantie clad pussy. “Already feel so good.” He sighed as she began quietly moaning.

He moved to sit down on the edge of her bed, dragging her to straddle him. He lifted her gown with one hand and used the other to cradle her neck, he pressed her head on his shoulder as he tried his best to move her back and forth. “Reggie.” She whimpered into his ear. “More.” She begged, “S’not enough.”

Reggie agreed. He had previously taken off his boots, so then he began unzipping his jeans and pulling his shirt off. “You gonna make me take your gown off?” Reggie softly asked her.

“Please?” She hopefully asked.

Of course, Reggie obliged after leaving himself in onto his boxers. He leaned over her and began pulling her thin gown off from above her head. Leaving her on her white, cotton panties. “My pretty girl.” He mumbled to himself. “Lay your head on the pillows, rest.” He ordered her nicely, helping her to do so. Once she was situated, he slid down to the middle of the bed to where his head was by her splayed out thighs.

He kissed up the inside of her thigh before biting down on the waistband of her panties. He slowly drug them down her legs before using his hands to pull them the rest of the way off. Y/n’s eyes were still closed as she made almost silent noises.

He bent one of her legs upward, then spread her other leg. He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her closer to his face. Just as he finally began licking, she whined and stopped him. “No. Please, more. Something more.” She complained needily, eyes still shut.

Reggie smirked, pulling his boxers off and taking his boxers off. “You’ll need to give Reggie a hand, here, Baby.” Reggie softly told her. Truthfully though, he could pick her up and move her around like a rag doll. He picked her up and placed her on her knees. “Hold yourself up.” He ordered as he angled his tip to rub through her folds.

Reggie pressed himself as close as he could onto Y/n, slowly pushing himself in. Y/n cried out quietly, knowing her mother wouldn’t wake up due to such quiet noises. “Ouch.” She blabbered, then moaning in pleasure. She let out a squeak once Reggie bottomed out and began thrusting. Her eyes teared up and she began to sniffle quietly, Reggie immediately halted upon hearing her silent cries and seeing the blood coating his dick. But somehow, her crying and bleeding made him harder than ever.

“Going to move, now.” Reggie wanted her, he watched as she nodded in approval before starting up his thrusts once again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, tiling it backward. He let out breathy moans, both teens trying their best to keep quiet. They hadn’t locked the door and there was a mom and a toddler in the other room.

“Faster, please, Reg.” She whimpered, but Reggie shook his head.

“No, baby. Slow and steady…be a good girl and be patient for me.” Reggie leaned down to whisper in her ear, his chest pressing against her back. Reggie couldn’t help himself, speeding up slightly. “Making me wanna cum already.”

“No, no.” Was all she could reply with, not even sure of what she had managed to get out of her mouth. Just as Reggie slowed his pace, Y/n began fucking herself on his dick.

“Atta girl, fuck your self. There you go, perfect.” Reggie smirked, begging to move again. He pushed in balls deep and then rolled his hips in order to get closer to Y/n. “Just wanna be close to you.” He mumbled, placing a kiss against her back.

“Feel so full. You make me feel so full.” Y/n cried, “Feels s’good.”

Reggie slid his arm under Y/n’s body and slithered his hand toward her stomach, he pressed down on her abdomen and felt his dick going deeper and deeper into her. So deep that he knew he could just cum in her and fill her with his babies.

“Feel that? That’s my dick, all the way up in your tummy.” Reggie hummed, pressing down harder and thrusting faster. It was still at a relatively slow pace, but not as slow as it used to be. “You know we didn’t use a condom, right?” He then revealed to her.

Y/n was now almost completely awake, no longer dozing off in the middle. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Reggie didn’t let her. “Oh, no! Reggie please.”

“Please, what? Please fill you up?” He joked. “Wouldn’t you want to swell with my baby inside of your tummy. Hm? You’d look so beautiful.” He complimented Y/n, gripping her hip firmly and keeping the other on her tummy. “That okay with you, love?”

“S’okay, Reg.” She finally agreed, undeniably cock-drunk. “You can do it.” She mumbled, slowly sliding down to lay on her stomach. But Reggie managed to hold her up as he made sure to thrust deep into her.

“Gonna cum inside my pretty little girl. You gonna cum?“ Reggie already knew the answer to this question as he felt her clench against him. She was milking his cock and he loved it. “Gonna fill you up.” Reggie moaned. Just as Y/n came with a restrained moan, trying her best to keep her lips closed, Reggie let go as well. He sped up as fast as he could in order to stretch out both of their highs, making sure his cum couldn’t leak out of her. “Look at that, got a bucket load inside of you. Can’t wait to explain this to your Mummy.”

“Reggie.” Y/n pouted, her eyes halfway closed as Reggie moved to palm her breast.

“What? Afraid she’s going to be ashamed of you because you let a skinhead fuck you while she was sleeping?” Reggie laughed, his thrusts slowing to a stop as both of their highs were just ending. “We’ll get you cleaned up tomorrow, lets just sleep.” Reggie sighed, slowly pulling himself out of Y/n. She whined in her own form of a complaint. But he then slammed two fingers into her pussy to keep the cum inside of her. “You’ll be sleeping with my cock inside you tonight, love.” He tiredly whispered in her ear as he moved to lay on his back. Just as he got Y/n to hover over his dick, he took his fingers out and thrusted up into her. She moaned and clenched on him, Reggie clenched his jaw, trying to keep from getting hard, but he failed.

It was too late, they couldn’t go for another round. Y/n had already fallen asleep with his hard on inside of her…and Reggie sure as hell wasn’t going to wake her up.

A/n; I’m way too lazy to proof read this, I’ll do it later 😭

[amidst-wonderland]

final fantasy: rebirth {a mess of emotions, not in chronological order}

this is more story-based, so heads-up spoilers below.

“question. does that make me a dumbass?”

not aerith asking about reno

chadley nearly outing cissnei and cloud getting real confrontational about it.

cloud is so much more conversational in this, i felt in remake he was bordering on joker level’s of player-character. he’s a lot more laidback, which is understandable since he didn’t really know anyone but tifa and midgar’s only like what a week long?

the game now feels like an ensemble piece rather an a cloud simulator.

cloud not realising he’s the one loner friend

americans aren’t the best swearers - put to much emphasis on the swear itself but cloud does it so well.

he’s a prickly, backchatting bitch in this game and i love every single second of it. he’s not mopey, stubborn and grumpy. he’s ‘i’m going to actively make myself your problem if you cross me, so don’t.’

barret immitating yuffie?! or, “oh, wow. tell us more.” it’s giving abridged.

yuffie’s little naruto run!

yuffie and cloud’s growing sibling dynamic is the cutest shit. like, he should be be pissed at her but immediately protected her from the captain.

all i hear is priscilla’s dad’s irish accent from abridged when ever someone says her name or, “mr dolphin, ye daft bastard.”

rufus shinra… the man that you are.

every rude and elena scene, just, yes. her with the ice-lolly, the corneo fight, rude’s pub club?! babysitting palmer. (also, they call it the clean-shaven club when rude literally has a beard).

i genuinely thought we were gonna at least get that iconic reno and rude scene outside of gongaga (and as a long-shot a reunion with cissnei - i stand by the fact tseng absolutely knows where she is.)

that final turks training facility was a bitch to find.

don’t get me wrong, yuffie, barret, tifa and red’s trials were sad but aerith’s absolutely wrecked me. like i’ve got a stuffy nose already and i literally couldn’t breathe with the tears.

same with dyne and barret, like what you mean you want me to fight palmer?! i’m sitting here ugly crying about two men who love their daughter and have been through hell and back.

i’d love to see cissnei and leslie get involved with the wutai turk team-up

as much as i love aerti’s ‘improved over og’ friendship. it’s not passing the bechdel test anytime soon.

fuck queen’s blood.

cloud saying “down boy” sir- THE WHIMPERING!

the kids locking yuffie in with the hooded men on the cruise.

nanaki walking in the cabin on two legs fucking kills me. i also caught barret admiring himself in the mirror.

the fact the name tag is, “???” when we can hear yuffie cheering on cloti.

did they kiss?!

so, we finally see loveless and it was everything i ever wanted. genesis, i’m sorry, you were right.

“death doesn’t suit a turk”

cloud jr is too cute and i love my chocobro protagonists

speaking of, i’m in two heads about ffxv. you can see a lot of the inspiration the team got from that game but i think they left out the one thing that made ffxv perfect, which was the constant chatter during traversal

cloud turning on tifa during the gongaga reactor mission is giving the ffxv: omen trailer

i need a tonberry robot for my desk

jessie’s poster! i really thought she’d be alive with biggs

cloud calling gus a prick is when it clicked for me, like cloud’s got bite

i need esther’s red boots

cid is played by j. michael tatum?! sebastian- france- kyouya-

elena stuck in the heat yelling at rude, omg this is the turk moments i love.

as someone who is scottish, i can’t believe i witnessed cait sith tell cissnei to “wheesht”.

not the biggest fan of cissnei’s new colour scheme. would’ve gone with browns, accented gold buckles and mustard yellow personally

wished they’d’ve put in an turk easter egg in her house.

cosmo canyon’s lantern scene is so pretty.

gold-fucking-saucer. woah

sitting at the water tower with aerith felt wrong, and i know that was intentional.

omfg vincent, why he kinda dressed like gyuvin in en garde?

jesus, roche.

still not keen on seph’s voice - mainly because i don’t like tyler and also zack is better but i’m still not keen

symbiote!peter to “OMG GUYSSS HAIIII” is like fucking whiplash. two minutes ago we were crying over harry, now hotels?!

i knew that’s what marlene saw! and now zack knows! i am not okay!

was low-key waiting on elena throwing the keystone to reno to catch for a grand intro but he kinda just appears, and i loved every second of it.

the way both tifa and aerith have had to stop cloud murdering a turk.

cloud with blood by his own hand on his face is such a chilling image. it’s like seeing someone like superman with it.

avalanche versus reno and rude’s fight was giving advent children, like specifically reno and rude’s fight with loz and kazoo. (which i rewatched recently. rude’s face when reno steps on his glasses is the funniest thing in that film, also i can’t unhear fred from scooby-doo when loz speaks even though i know it’s not frank welker - it’s the dude that plays corneo).

[mushroom-trafficking]

bing bong ask meme tell me about them please

Benji 1, 18, 39

Max 2, 12, 23

Archie 13, 17, 28

Putting this one under a cut!

Benji:

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

“Rarely is there truly ever nothing to do. There is always something I can busy myself with. The only thing I dislike more than boredom is wasted time. Any time not utilised is time wasted. I can barely withstand five minutes without engaging in something.”

18. What embarrasses them?

“Oh. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

It actually takes quite a lot to embarrass him. Usually he’s the one embarrassing others because of this. It took him long enough to get over embarrassment to just wear the clothes he enjoys so he tried to not let anything get in the way of what he enjoys. The worst thing you can do however is be direct with him, he’s very flowery and indirect about things if you get what I mean. Calling him out on his bullshit works wonders too.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

“Name me someone who isn’t flawed! We’re all just trying to get by and do what we can, hard to be perfect when around every corner is someone trying to ruin your day.”

The answer is INCREDIBLY easily. He’s no saint himself. He’ll readily ignore quite glaring issues if you help him with whatever it is he wants done. Besides openly flawed people have no right to judge when they’re also working with a flawed idiot.

Max:

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

“Eh, not a lot of people are actually that funny.”

Max tends to steer towards dark humour as a coping thing, but not a lot of people find that shit funny. He rarely lets down his guard enough to enjoy the humour of those around him. It’s usually something really daft will get him going. Ya’know like when you send your Dad a funny animal video and he’s crying with laughter when it’s not really that funny? That kinda thing. Once you find that niche you’re in.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

“Sometimes if I’m lucky the mutt can sort it out, but not always. I gotta be careful on account o’ the whole, ya’know, claw situation. I shredded a shirt once trying to get to a spot on my back. Not my… Proudest moment.”

Max’s death is able to touch him at times, not constantly, but enough. Sometimes he gets lucky and it can sort it out for him! Personal back scratcher! Though if that won’t work he sometimes just fucking rolls around like a damn dog if no one else is around. Catch him rubbing himself on a tree like a bear and watch him run faster than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

“I’ve started tryin’ to just go after the shit I want. I’ve spent long enough not getting what I want from life I think I’m deservin’ of shit finally going my way for a change.”

Envy itself isn’t something Max struggles with often. He’s a former rich kid so he knows how the other half have lived and he’s pretty much over it at this point. Though he is incredibly resentful overall, he’s got a lot of unlearn and get over.

Archie:

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

“Oh, uh. Hmmmm. BEST? Oh man, that’s hard. I like most colours pretty equally… It’s so hard to pick a favourite… My Ma always said I look good in white… But I think everyone looks good in white! It’s WHITE! Hm. I think. I think it’s gotta be between turquoise or burgundy! But I don’t have much of either at the moment sadly…”

Archie hasn’t really been allowed to explore his options much fashion wise. But now he’s loose on the town there’s nothing stopping him from trying out new styles! He does struggle with picking a favourite colour though, his ideal thing to wear would be one of those colour block jumpers where each part is a different, bright colour.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

“N…No… (10 second pause) Okay. Yes. I never used to get this flustered back home but out here in the dust it’s… A bit more. Intimidating. I know the wings are a lot but c’mon!! Quit staring!!”

The youngest of three Archie actually had a pretty thick skin back home. Especially being of demonic descent, people get pretty judgy. But that quickly faded getting out into the real world. With any luck he’ll build it back up over time once he’s a bit more used to it out in Red West.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

“The truth is ALWAYS the best option!!”

Dealing with the ramifications of certain withheld truths, Archie wants nothing but the honest truth. Even if it hurts. Though it’s quickly becoming apparent that the truth is not something post people enjoy sharing around here. Archie only believes in lying for the bit.

[ultyso]

The Puppy and the Panda

SUMMARY: L has 23 days left to live and Matsuda wants to spend them all with him. Can Matsuda help him open up and have fun for these remaining days or will L end up wallowing in his lonesome? (Loosely based on movie ending where L wins)

Warnings: Eventual Character Death

Rating: Teen

Pairings: L x Matsuda

Main tags: Major Character Death • Slow Burn • Friends to Lovers • L Wins • Hanging Out • Tsundere L • Touch Starved L • Holding Hands • Kissing • Pining • Fluff and Angst • Plushies • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Name-Calling • Teasing • Coping • Demiromantic L • Mentions of Death • annoyance to lovers

🐶-Chapter 4: Fall for me please? - Day 6-🐼

Chapter Summary: - Day 6 - Matsuda takes L where he finds it most beautiful to him. Little does L know it’s beautiful here because it reflects himself. (Referencing TeamLabs in Japan)

Word Count: 3,793

Matsuda was elated when L did arrive at his home. He was so worried that the end of yesterday’s event would cause L to not show up. He smiled brightly at him, “I ordered tickets yesterday. Narrowly missed getting them.” He giggles, “It’s a pretty popular spot and mornings are the best time to go.”

L felt a little conflicted. He had time to relax and regain himself from yesterday’s debacle. He would vow that he would ignore those blasted hands of his from this point onwards. Per his research, It had to be touch starvation. That’s all there was to it. Nothing related to Matsuda himself. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to go to the aquarium again, hmm?”

Matsuda scoffs, “No. You said you didn’t want to go there so I’m not gonna push that.”

“Then?”

Matsuda taps his foot impatiently as he crosses his arms, “Just let it be a surprise. Don’t need you looking into it ahead of time.”

“Someone is sour this morning.”

“Sour?” He pouts, “I’m not trying to be…I just want you to have fun…”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“Because! I already told you before.” He frowns further and sits down, “You’re my friend. I want your last days to be filled with happiness. With no regrets. That you don’t go out with a whimper…you know?”

L just looks at him unfazed by the older man, “You don’t get to dictate that. I can choose, myself, how I go out.”

“I know that!” He furrows his brows. “Maybe…It’s just closure for me…Call it selfish but…” he looks up at him with watery eyes, “I always looked up to you and I only want you to be happy. I don’t want you hurting…”

“I will be hurting as I will be dying soon…” The detective rubbed his neck, a little uncomfortable.

“Sorry…” he whispers. “If you want to leave, I understand. I’m not trying to force you into anything…I’m sorry I came across that way…I just wanted to have fun with you is all…You’re my friend…I…” he looks down at the floor, trying to calm himself.

“Idiot.”

Matsuda doesn’t respond, still looking down at the floor.

L groans and heads to the door, putting his hand to the door knob.

Matsuda flinches slightly in his seat. This was it. He messed it up. L was going to leave because he came on too strong. His desire for connection was too much and it made L upset. Made L uncomfortable. What a fool he’s been. He only thought of himself and not enough of L’s feelings.

“Idiot.” He spoke again louder.

Matsuda slowly lifted his head, “Go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

L rolls his eyes, “These tickets are for the morning, yes? If we leave too late they’ll be useless.”

“Huh..?”

“Matsuda I know you are fairly daft, but not that daft.”

Matsuda pouted and stood up, “Hey! Stop picking on me…”

L sighed and walked over to him and grabbed Matsuda’s sleeve. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t get the words out. He held on tighter to the end of the sleeve as if proving a point.

Matsuda looked at him with teary eyes. A pitiful display. “You don’t have to—“

“Enough. You want me to have fun, so let’s have fun.”

“But you—“

“Let’s go.”

Matsuda bites his lip, conflicted. “Just…please tell me you want to do this because you want to…not just because of me…?”

“I want to do this because of you.”

“No…I’m not forcing you to—“

L holds on tighter to Matsuda’s sleeve. “We are friends . Friends hang out.” He drags him to the door. “I wish to hang out with my friend .”

Matsuda gasps, “Y-you mean it?”

Why did Matsuda have to be so impossible? L groans again, “Yes. Now get moving already.”

Matsuda smiles and wipes his eyes, “Thank you, Ryuzaki.”

The two head out to the location Matsuda had planned. It wasn’t a very long train ride so they arrived right on time.

“This is what you consider beautiful?” He looks at this white building with an already bustling line.

“Inside, there’s a room I really like. I think you’ll like it too.” He has L follow him to get in line.

“Here I thought you would find some nature spot or a picture of Miss Amane on a billboard.”

“Ugh! What?” He whines, “I’m trying to be creative here. You didn’t want the park.” He crosses his arms.

“So you would have taken me again to the park if not for my dismissal of it?”

“No! I’m capable of thinking of other places too…”

L laughs softly at Matsuda’s little tantrum, “Then this place better appear as beautiful as you suggest.”

“It will!”

The two wait on for a little while longer as the line slowly moves on. They hand the woman at the register their tickets and they finally get into the exhibit area. They are instructed to put their shoes into a locker which makes L a little intrigued, “I won’t have to wear shoes?”

“Mhm! So it should feel a little more comfy, right?”

L put a finger to his lip, “Yes. It will.”

“Over here.”

They walk over to a dark hallway they are instructed to head towards that has a ramp with water flowing.

“What is…this?”

“It’s to wash your feet before getting into the exhibit. It’ll be okay.” He reassures as he walks up it.

L reluctantly follows. As the water gently runs along his feet, he walks quicker up it, due to the sensation.

They reach the top and are given towels to dry their soaking feet, to which then the duo move off to the side to sit down to wipe them. “It’ll be a bit of a sensory experience. So let me know if it gets too much for you, okay?” Matsuda finishes drying off his feet.

L nods as he holds his own towel, “I see. Very well.”

Matsuda gently takes the towel out of L’s hands. “Here, let me.” L raises his leg up and Matsuda gently rubs his feet dry. “Those damn hands.” L thought to himself, having to look away.

“Oh, am I rubbing too hard?” He pauses.

“You’re fine…” he mumbles, continuing to look away.

“O-okay. Your other foot, please?”

L drops the one foot and slowly raises his other, scrunching his toes a little.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Now hurry up.” He mutters again.

The older man gently dries his other foot and gives it a pat when he’s done, “Are you ticklish?”

“I don’t know.” He moves his foot back.

“Oh, I just figured since you looked away the whole time…”

L stands up, dismissing, “Let’s move on then.”

“R-right!” He stands up, “Now mind yourself on the next area. You can hold my arm if you need to.”

“Cheeky aren’t we?”

“W-what? I-I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just, it’s dark and I don’t want you to trip, honest.”

L peers at him but follows him along. As they walk further down the hall, it feels almost like the floor gives away on him. He hastily grabs onto Matsuda’s arm to support himself.

“See, I warned you.” He giggles as he helps support him. “It’s okay.”

“What kind of bizarre contraption—“ Then it hit him. How close he was pressed to Matsuda as he clinged to his arm. He quickly let go and tried to see in the darkness, testing the waters with his feet to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself again.

They eventually make it past where string lights illuminate the walls and reflect off the mirrored floors. L looks around, “How peculiar…” He walks further along. It was something different. Something he has never experienced before. He turned to look at Matsuda who was displaying a big smile as he was looking around. He looked at L and walked closer, “Pretty, huh?”

“I suppose.” He inhales and walks a little further ahead but Matsuda only encroaches on the space as he walks back to him, “The next room has some water so it’s best you roll up for your pants.” He points at them.

“Just what kind of place is this…?”

“An art exhibit!” He crouches and looks up at L. “May I?”

L looks away, “Fine. Make it quick.”

Matsuda then takes L’s pant legs and rolls them up, showing off his slim pale limbs. “Okay, that feel okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Suppose seems to be the word of the hour.” He laughs softly.

L grumbles and walks onward. Why was Matsuda like this? What is his deal? The further he moves on the quicker he gets to a room filled with rainbow lights illuminating the floor. The floor is filled with water and a haze like fog surrounding it. He looks down at his feet and sees projected Koi swimming around them. He scrunches his toes slightly.

Matsuda catches up to him, “You doing okay?”

“Must you keep asking that question?” He huffs.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure…This has a lot going on and—“

“If you are so concerned, why take me to a place such as this?”

“Cause it’s someplace I find really pretty but it’s a sensory experience so—“

“You worry too much.” He walks on.

“So you’re—“

“If you ask that one more time…” He groans.

“Sorry…” he sheepishly responds. He just wanted things to be fun with L and here he is pissing him off. He got silent and walked a tad slower. It’s best to just give him his space.

There was silence with them for a while as L watched the fake fish swim about. It truly was a bizarre experience but he didn’t fully hate it. He walks onwards to the next room. Large colorful balls illuminating the area. It looked endless with all the mirrors surrounding them.

“Touch one.” Matsuda pointed to it.

L hesitantly poked at it, causing it to change from blue to purple. “Interesting…”

Matsuda smiled and poked it a few times. The colors change across the spectrum with each poke. “Pretty neat, huh?”

L looks around the room, then to the next corridor. “Let’s move on.”

“Oh? Okay.” He frowned a little. Was L not enjoying himself? He thought maybe it would have been fun but the sensory aspect of it probably was too much. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

They get into the next room that is full of mirrors and dangling crystal-like lights. L looked at himself and noticed every small detail about himself. One he never thought much about. Just how deeply exhausted he looked. How curved his spine was. How fluffed and all over the place his hair was. He looked so disheveled. He took a peak at Matsuda through the mirrors. He was standing upright, unlike himself. Slim but not as much as himself. His hair, neatly combed. And…that bright smile that once adorned his face was filled with worry instead. “What’s with that look?”

“I…Do you hate this…? Being here?” He looked as if he could curl into himself any second.

“No, I don’t. You think too much about things. Surprising for you.” He teases.

“Yeah…you’re right.” He whispers and runs his hand through his hair.

“I never realized how off-putting I appear.” He looks back at his reflection.

“You’re not off-putting, please.” He scoffs and walks up behind him. “Yeah, you could use more sleep but—“ he cuts himself off and shakes his head. “You’re fine as is.” He smiles. You’re so cute. If only you could see yourself like I do. You’re what makes this exhibit beautiful. Seeing your reflections spread across the room. If only…

“If you say so.” He shrugs and turns away to head to the next corridor. Matsuda seems to be walking slower and slower as they reach the next section. It’s a garden area that leads them outside. They’re given some slippers to put on while they walk around the area. The sweet scent of flowers fills the air the further in they walk around.

In this little garden were many grassy hills with some sort of metal egg like contraptions sitting atop them.

“Ryuzaki, over here.” Matsuda points to a specific area filled with lots of plants and a mirrored floor. L follows over and as soon as he steps on the mirrored floor, the flowers and vines raise up. He blinks a little taken aback when suddenly he hears a click. He turns his head to look.

“Just one picture.” He says with a pleading face as he holds up a camera. “I promise to never share it.”

L looks away, “I won’t be around long anyways…”

“Ryuzaki…” he frowns and lowers the camera.

“Friends should have life long memories, yes? Photographs can ensure they are never forgotten, correct?”

“I…” Matsuda clears his throat, deciding to be honest and blunt. “I don’t want to forget you. Not now or ever.”

L tilts his head. “You don’t?”

Another click. “You’re the most interesting guy I’ve ever met. I don’t want to ever forget you.”

“Interesting?” He chuckles. “You are something else.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” His eyes trace the flowers all hanging up, attempting to find the words. “Would…”

“Would what?”

“Would you like…a picture of us together?”

Matsuda grins and nods enthusiastically, “I’d love that!” He walks next to L and points the camera at the both of them. “Say cheese!”

L inhales again. He’s so close. Why was he feeling odd? It’s just this idiotic Matsuda…No need to be apprehensive. He doesn’t have an evil bone in his body—Oh…is that what this is? As the camera clicks he’s brought back to reality. Matsuda brings the camera over and looks at the picture. He laughs so cutely as he points to L, “You’re supposed to look forward, not at me. Silly.”

L pushes the camera away. “I have never taken a photo before.” He mumbles in a half-truth. He was not planning to ever tell him it’s because he noticed why he is letting Matsuda be around him so much. As if an epiphany. Matsuda was safe. He bore no threats. The man never made him see any red flags or alarms. He was just a simple man. Simple. He shook his head. No. It was nothing. Nothing at all. “Is that the end of the exhibit?” He clambers on.

“Oh, yeah.” He points to the exit. “Let’s get our shoes.”

The two head back to the lockers and grab their shoes. “Was it…fun?”

“It was alright.”

“Just alright?” He pouts as he finishes putting his shoes on.

“No need to sulk.” He walks with Matsuda out of the building.

“I just want you to have fun…”

“You’re such a people pleaser.”

“Eh!? N-No I’m not.”

“The constant need for validation. Constant worry that leads to frequent apologies. Needing to avoid conflict. Just to name a few.”

Matsuda grows silent and walks slower. “Am…I really…?”

“It seems to tally up as such but I am no psychologist.” He hums, “I want cake.”

“Oh uh…we can go to the café nearby.” He shuffles a little.

L turns around, “Come on now.”

Matsuda stops and holds his own arm, worry plastered all over his face yet again. L sighs and grabs Matsuda’s sleeve. “I don’t see why you want my approval so badly…you’ve always been needy for it. Think there is a reason why I don’t give into that?”

“What is the reason…?”

“You need to learn to be independent and think for yourself. If you believe you did good, then believe it. Be confident in yourself. You don’t need others to validate you.”

“But…it feels comforting…knowing I didn’t mess up…”

“Tell me. Where does this stem from? Who caused you to feel such a way? A parent? It would not be uncommon…”

The older man looks down at the ground. He felt so ashamed. L was scrutinizing him now. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go get your cake—“

L holds onto Matsuda’s sleeve firmly. “It’s clearly affecting you. Out with it.”

“Why do you care? You never cared before.” He tugs his arm free and walks quicker ahead.

“Idiot…” he grumbles and catches up to him, walking in front of the door. “Because we’re friends , yes?”

Matsuda scoffs, “You don’t really think that.”

L sighs and turns to open the door. “Idiot…You just don’t get it.” He walks over to the cashier and looks up at the menu. Matsuda heads over to a booth and sits down, clearly despondent.

When L walks over with two cakes in hand he slides one of the cakes over to him, not saying a word. He sits down at the opposite end and begins eating his own.

Matsuda looks at the cake and grabs the fork, twirling it in his hand. “It’s…It’s true…” he whispers.

“What is?” He hums as he continues to eat.

“The relationship with my parents. It’s always been rocky.”

“That much was evident.”

He drops his fork and starts to sniffle, “Can you not be an ass for once, please?”

L pauses eating and looks at him, “Is there something wrong with being honest?”

“No, but you could be kinder about it. You always make fun of me and insult me. I’m tired of it! You treated me like shit for long enough! I tried to befriend you. To understand you. And…and…and! All you do is hate me. All the time!” He gets up from his seat. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m too much of a nuisance to you, after all.”

“Touta…”

“We don’t have to hang out anymore. Sorry for being such a bother to you. For wanting to be your friend…”

L gets up and takes hold of the back of Matsuda’s jacket. “I’m sorry…I’ll…be better. Don’t…go.” He whispers softly, feeling a bit anxious in admitting any sort of vulnerability to him.

Matsuda gasps at the sudden grabbing of his jacket and cranes his neck to look at him, “W-why…?”

“I don’t hate you. You just are a bit foolish with things…and while it irates me…Touta is a welcomed presence…”

He turns himself around, “Wait…really…?”

“Yes…I’m not good with these sorts of things…I’m used to being alone. I keep myself protected from others. Not letting them in.”

“You were pretty open with Light…”

“I also kicked him around and knew he was Kira. I did what I needed to get closer to him.” .

Various customers started to look their way so L stepped back a little. “Anyways…” he gestured to the cake. “Let’s finish then?”

“Right…” he sits back down and pokes at his cake. “I didn’t expect you to grab me…Thought you weren’t a touchy feely kinda guy.”

“I’m not. I just didn’t know how else to convey something dumbed down enough for you…That…I do welcome your presence.” He says even softer.

“Aww jeez.” He purses lips for a moment. “Fine, fine.”

The two eat away at their cake til it’s all finished.

“Did you have anywhere else planned for today?”

“Oh…no I didn’t. Sorry.” He looks at him sheepishly.

“No need to fret.” He gets up. “Then, I suppose it’s time to head out then.”

Matsuda nods and looks at L’s hands. He shakes the thought out and opens the door for him. “Did you have anything in mind for today?”

“I suppose I would just go back for the rest of the day.”

“Really? Just by yourself?”

“I still have some loose ends elsewhere.”

“Oh…I could accompany you?”

“If you feel it necessary.”

“Okay!” He chimes and heads with L on the train en route back to HQ. “It’s a bit cramped in here today.” He blushes as he’s squished close to L in the train car

“It is…”

“I’m not trying to bump you, sorry if I do!”

“You get frazzled too easily. I’ll be fine.”

“R-right.” He blushes more as he looks at L and then away. He’s never been this up close to L before. He wanted to look more at those marvelous big grey eyes of his but he couldn’t manage too. It flustered him and made his heart race. “If only…If only.” He thought to himself.

The doors to their final stop open and the two are able to get out of the claustrophobic nightmare. “Phew, that was a bit rough.”

“I hope you won’t be too distracting…” L says as they head back into HQ.

“I’ll be so quiet you won’t even know I’m here.” He makes a lock motion with his hands to his lips.

“What I like to hear.” He sits down in his chair and logs in. Typing away at something.

Matsuda walks around reminiscing about the case. When he believed Light was still innocent. When things were different. The little banter they’d all have. While the case was stressful, it brought him many fond memories. He wished things could have been in better times. A world where Light wasn’t dead. Wasn’t Kira. Where L wasn’t having to suffer this unbreakable fate. He didn’t want to be alone. Sure, there were the task force members, but none did he hold in such high prestigate more than Light and L. To think he’d be losing the other so soon. So soon. He wasn’t ready for it. Each day that passes by was just another reminder. Another reminder of L disappearing from his life. It was selfish, but these little excursions with L partly gave him a way to cope. Being able to make fond memories with the man he cherished more than anything. He wished he could utter three little words to him but knew it wasn’t wise. L clearly held no regard for such feelings in return. Yet, his heart still ached for more. If only. If only. Could he ever love me like I love him?

“Touta?”

“Huh, yeah?”

“It’s getting pretty late. It would be wise for you to head home for the night.”

Matsuda looked at his watch and then floundered up to him, “That many hours passed already?”

“It seems you’ve been in deep thought about something. Though, I cannot surmise what. Perhaps we can discuss it tomorrow?”

“N-no. No need. But I should. Uhm…goodnight, Ryuzaki.” He wanted to kiss his head but that would go too far, so he merely smiled and headed out.

On his way home, the thoughts raced more in his head. Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki. I don’t want to let you go. Ryuzaki….Why have I fallen so hopelessly in love with you even more? You berated me so much…but today…The way you looked at me. You said I was a welcomed presence to you…Are you warming up to me, Ryuzaki?

⬅️ Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 🔜

[thecreativesilo]

TRIGGER WARNING: Transphobic idiots on the internet. Again.

There's a LOT to unpack from ol' Mstoxictea here:

"Not from the pictures I’ve seen" - dafuq is she talking about?! There's literally billions of ways to look like a woman and I think Yasmin Finney is beautiful - not that it actually matters; if YF identifies as a woman then respect that or shut up.

"this is part of the problem with the UK, isn’t it? You all have spent so much time concentrating on getting rights for men in dresses" - quite the opposite, in fact. There are a lot of loud transphobes, with proud figureheads such as JKR, and it's infiltrating our politics, with a tory government fixated on culture war topics such as making the trans community look dangerous when it's the government themselves who are posing a significant risk to the country by failing to address the cost of living crisis and climate change, to name but a few. All fueled by a mainly right-leaning press.

"you fraudsters are only pretending to champion Trans while replacing actual female actresses with crossdressers" - There's no replacement, only representation which is a good thing! YF is, IFAIK, the only trans woman in the cast of this Doctor Who special.

There are very few "out" trans folk in England and Wales where the last census was collected:

The census question on gender identity was a voluntary question asked of those aged 16 years and over. The question asked “Is the gender you identify with the same as your sex registered at birth?”.

Overall, 45.7 million (94.0% of the population aged 16 years and over) answered the question.

In total, 45.4 million (93.5%) answered “Yes” and 262,000 (0.5%) answered “No”.

The remaining 2.9 million (6.0%) did not answer the question.

There used to be NO representation of trans people in UK media. There must be representation for conversations about trans, and wider LGBTQ+ communities to be normalised, so that these communities can feel safe. Which in today's climate is a challenge. Good on Russell T Davies for providing such a platform!

"You all are pretty fucking sick to keep trying to get rid of women." - this blatantly is not happening, you daft twat MsToxicTea, so STFU.

I know MsToxicTea needn't be taken seriously, but she encapsulates perfectly how some of the insane transphobes in the UK think, and they're a fucking scourge of our society right now. And the septics will demand until they're blue in the face that they aren't bigoted, but this shit shows them for what they are, time and again.

I'll end this with an extra snippet about Rose's storyline from the special. I personally loved this special, and this character, and I hope she has more to do on the upcoming episodes!

[shivstar]

Regarding this post, because comments are off!

Oh I am an Indian too! And I agree with the fact that Lord Shiv infact gives all of us energy. I am neither too old, nor too young, like in my early teenage era and God had proved that he is with me.

I remember, I was really depressed a few years back and then many things happened at the same time.

I started reading Harry Potter, I bent more towards God, and miracle, I am now a happy careless fellow.

I don't think Ron is done wrong by JKR. In DH, the whole point of him leaving was to show what the golden trio is without Ron.

Yes, it is stated that they won't be able to live a day without Hermione but will they be 'they' without Ron? No.

And talking about Remus, as he is actually, I have this fanfic of mine, currently in drafts...

Yes, he is like a mentor to Harry, but what if he calls him Uncle once in a while?

Do you ship Hinny? If no, who do you ship Harry with because well...my blog is full of

A) Hinny

B) Ron ain't bad!

C) Anti-Drarry!

D) James and Sirius weren't dumb daft idiots!

E) Supports platonic friendship

Do you support platonic friendship?

Hi!!!! Sorry for the late reply...

I am glad things are working out for you in real life.

About Ron done wrong by JKR. I meant it in a way that Ron in initial books was a strategic thinker who came up with solutions and really had a leg to stand on among the trio. In fact it was Hermione who came out as odd one out with how she opposed the other two on every step.

Then don't know what weird sort of women empowerment came in this woman's mind that she made Hermine as someone who is pretty close to dark grey character if we see her in different light. Trapping Rita skeeter in a jar, writing permanent word on Marietta edgecomb's forehead, throwing umbitch to cenataurs. Like yes she appeared cool girl whose transformation was from a nerdy rule following girl to the no. one rule breaker among golden trio.

But with how much Hermione stood out. Ron began to fade as a normal average friend. Rather than the cunning sweet guy we were introduced to.

I am not saying that Harry Or Hermione viewed him as less but i think that just so that the titular character can shine and the female lead can appear larger than life, Ron's character had to take a step back. That was sad. He is my favorite among golden trio.

The problem with Harry calling Remus as uncle is that till the end of books, Harry was still calling him by his surname. He didn't even felt comfortable to call him by his name. Let alone calling him an uncle.

Of course, you do you. But i cringe everytime Remus is shown in familial light to Harry when not once he assumed the role of an uncle. In poa, he was his teacher., in gof he was missing, in ootp he was James and Sirius's friend, in hbp he was again missing for most part, Harry even mentions that he expected to receive a letter from Remus now that Sirius is gone. I mean if he was really an uncle figure then it is his responsibility to check on a grieving 16 year old kid. in DH Harry becomes Remus's equal by assuming the role of the hope of the order. The guy Dumbledore told all order members to trust in and follow the lead of. Harry also sets Remus straight on being an idiot about tonks and teddy. Remus goes on to name Harry as the godfather. Again an indirect proof that Remus considers a 17 year old kid capable enough to take care of his kid in case he and tonks dies. Like Remus never gave Harry that space to be a kid.

I suppose I am okay with Hinny but I do not go to search for Harry centric fics where Romance is involved because I have seen that guy from age 11 and I am honestly not interested in sordid details of his love life. 😂

I have an exception to it though.- fics which involves Harry going back in time and dating Sirius. 😇😇😇

About my view on platonic friendship. Of course I support them. If I read a story with strong bond between friends, I feel at home. In HP world, the bromance between Harry and Ron. And Sirius and James is canonical. They both are like ride Or die sort of duos. I love them.

Infact if I keep my romantic prongsfoot heart on the side fir a minute, I love the stories in which Sirius is paired with some other character ( anyone but lupin) and James acts as a wingman or gives Sirius some tips on how to be in a relationship etc.

I hate stories in which best friends are kept aside to focus on the couple. Like no. That person is gonna be a part of all ups and downs kr the protagonist. He will know all sordid details as quickly as possible.

One of the many reasons as to why I hate wolfstar is that they have to water down Sirius and james's bond so that the couple looks picture perfect. I mean it will be a sad story if Remus competes with James in being the no. 1 person in Sirius's life and looses.

Like for James post marriage, lily and Harry took priority over Sirius. So fir me the ideal person for Sirius will be the one who becomes Sirius's no. 1 despite James being right there. Without compromising the prongsfoot platonic love and dependence on each other.

I have yet to find such story. But fingers crossed. Life is still long 😅

[nameless-triune]

Finally, I'm done writing this thing.

I'm going to be completely honest on why I'm so abnormal about Justice. (No, I genuinely was not kidding about that essay earlier. And you know it's real shit when I actually use caps and proper grammar and whatnot.)

So much of my music taste is based on what others recommend to me, especially my parents. And that on its own is special, but when it's what happens 99% of the time, it sort of becomes a normal feeling.

So, imagine discovering a band on your own in this situation, one you think is actually good.

When I first listened to D.A.N.C.E, it was unlike anything I had ever heard (and seen, as I watched the music video) at the time. But there was a slight bit of familiarity in the sound, one I somewhat associated with Daft Punk, a band I had started listening to only a few months earlier. Of course, I now know that Justice are very different from Daft Punk, but I didn't realize that at that moment. I'll go into that in a few paragraphs.

It took about 2 or 3 months for me to warm up to the rest of their music, but when I finally did, it changed A LOT for me.

“The cross is a very strong visual symbol, it evokes the idea of communion. Do not see any other message! I read that some spoke of us as Christian electro. Stop! Everyone is welcome. Yes, we convert the public, but only to our music.”

-Xavier de Rosnay

...And they had succeeded in doing just that. They had converted me to their music. That was when I realized they weren't all that much like Daft Punk. While Daft Punk's music sounded much more clean, more polished, Justice weren't afraid to get their hands dirty. They weren't afraid to keep people guessing with each album that came out. Not saying Daft Punk didn't change things up, because they did. But each album sounded so different, that when I heard Get Lucky on the radio for the first time, I didn't even realize it was them.

Justice, however, somehow managed to keep that sort of signature Justice-y feel in each of their albums, despite the major differences between their three studio albums. I don't know how the hell they accomplished it, but because of that, I only proceeded to become more and more obsessed with their music. Each song I listened to never failed to impress me. I mean it when I say the French electro wizards had me fucking hooked. Each time I listened to their albums, it only got better and better. It didn't take me long to just goddamn absorb, for lack of a better word, pretty much anything and everything involving them.

Whenever I reached tough points, some of their songs would play a part in somewhat helping me out of those spots. It motivated me. It kept me going. To name one specific song, Randy. Yes, the song I named myself after. It was seriously that influential to me. I talked a little bit about it in this post after an anon jokingly sent me an ask with the lyrics to the song. (Anon, if you're reading this, I'm thanking you once again.)

Anyway, soon, I started doing research on Gaspard and Xavier, and it gave me people I could look up to. People I wanted (and still want) to be like. It was kind of surprising, honestly. I never thought I would look up to guys like them so much. In fact, I recently watched their A Cross The Universe tour documentary, and I was somewhat shocked to learn that they just seemed like fairly normal guys (Although I'm still wondering what the hell I even watched!!)

If you're reading this and haven't yet listened to Justice, I highly recommend you do. I'm not even joking, they've changed my fucking life.

TL;DR: I just think they're neat.

[skullinahat]

whenever i go font hunting for a project i have a bad habit of downloading fonts i'll never use just because they delight me, so i wanted to share some of them! im pretty sure literally all of them are public domain so if u like any of them pls download them too

for reference to what a normal font looks like, here's helvetica.

now, lets get into my favorites!

This is LT glockenspiel black. just fucking look at this thing. look at it. i love how they didnt really choose a consistent flourish and just go with everything. it feels almost satirically luxurious. 10/10 i try it in my projects whenever i want a laugh

Baymanat. i've got like seven calligraphic fonts like this ill never use and had to throw one of them in her 9/10 its nice

ANABELA. LOOK AT THAT HALFTONE. LOOK AT THOSE WIBBLY LETTERFORMS. WHAT IS HAPPENING 10/10

droog... if anybody has actually used or seen droog in a project show me. now. i have to see it. not only is it a 10/10 unique font deisgn i'll never use it also has a 10/10 name. thats fucking droog all right

Block Out!!! i actually love this font. it's so unreadable in practice but i dont care i NEED to find a way to use it. its so comitted to its gimmick it doesnt half ass any letterform i love it 10/10

monogram fonts are NOT supposed to be used this way but i dont care. look at this. painful. how are you even supposed to use monogram fonts anyway? 10/10

festa!! found this one just recently, it has such futuristic fantasy energy. it just borders on annoyance because of the mixture of circle sizes. never seen a font gimmick like it before 9/10

flegrei. why are there three super thin lines in this entire font and only three 9/10

garish monde. dear gods if i ever need a glitchy eroded font this is what ill use but i really and truly never have 9/10

graphic attitude. this font looks terrible if you do anything longer than a single word but im really really fond of it 10/10

and now we get into kingthings!! this is kingthings facetype, found this through another tumblr post abt it. kingthings was (maybe still is but i dont think so) a super profilic typeface designer with a lot of really weird stuff. im a huge huge fan. they also included a txt file with their fonts that includes a short description of each one and its adorable. here's what they had to say abt facetype.

Kingthings Facetype

I made this font having thought of the name - maybe not the usual way to go about font design. It is based upon Kingthings Exeter and can be used to embellish that font or just as decorated capitals. I enjoyed making this font and it was one of the quickest to do - i just got completely absorbed by the project. I hope you enjoy this daft font!

Kingthings Serifique UL wide. ridicoulous. the flourishes always were a little awkward but on the UL wide theyre obscene. 10/10

Kingthings Inkydinky

I am making a font called Kingthings Serifique (well, that's what it's called this morning) - I got side tracked - again! I was filling and testing fountain pens for the Charity Shop in which I work… Mother always said I'm a filthy Herbert. Doesn't a little Ink go a long way?

Kingthings spirogyra. 10/10

Kingthings Spirogyra

I doodle you know…I remember with wonder, Biology lessons at 'big' school, with Microscopes, and a filamentous pond weed called Spirogyra. There were spirals in it! and a nucleus like a star! and then 35 years later (or so), I doodled Kingthings Spirogyra idly watching TV.

kingthings sheepishly. 10/10 perfection

kingthings tendrylle 11/10 one of my faovirte unusable fonts in the entire world its so amazing in every way

kingthings widow- another 11/10. kevin you are truly my favorite typographer in the whole entire universe

kidskas- ive posted about this font before. look at it again. you need to. its amazing. perfection 11/10

labryinth NF. when in my life will i use this font? no idea. do i fucking love it with my entire heart? yes. look at the curves using half circles to keep the weight. its got two gimmicks and it sticks to them. 10/10

LOSTAR MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY. all my work has been to legibility focused to use this yet but once i get a project thats more whimsical you fucking know who im trying first 10/10

middle cove beach rocks. 10/10 this font fills me with love i dont think ill ever use it but it has my whole heart

milka aged! i love how soft and warm this font is (: 9/10

mister loopy. when i talk about fonts fuckin commiting to their gimmick, this is what i mean. look at this. this is not a font you just use for a project this is a font you build a project around 10/10

misty candy. 10/10 probably the most disturbing font i have i love how it looks like pre-chewed gum

ocean view initials. 10/10. exactly what it is

tuscan expanded. i love expanded fonts so much. i have actually used this font before and it is perfect for one very specific purpose and thats it

pesagi lemu regular. hate this. 10/10

ponderosa std medium. this makes me laugh out loud 10/10

popstars!! this font is the reason i wanted to make this list its so delightful 10/10

RABENK. ABSOLUTELY UNREADABLY IN PRACTICE BUT HAS ENERGY LIKE NO OTHER. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO THE X. 11/10

i have like four more but i hit tumblrs image limit so i'll be back.

[airyairyaucontraire]

Catching up on Ahsoka because it looks like there's going to be a good episode next time dealing with Ahsoka and Anakin - and also with Ahsoka being played as a padawan by Ariana Greenblatt, who I liked in the Barbie movie (she's having a big year!), and who I might enjoy more than Rosario Dawson who is just... dull. Her Ahsoka is just kind of like a gap in the middle of a show that's named after her, and it's worse in a way than how Boba was left out of the show named after him - well no, it was worse in the sense of being upsetting to watch when Boba was left out of his own show because Temuera Morrison is charismatic as and I really enjoy watching him play Boba Fett, but it's worse in terms of quality to have Ahsoka Tano be dull. And if we're talking about shows about the wilderness years of a Jedi who had a close relationship with Anakin Skywalker, the Kenobi show was amazing and yes obviously it's unfair to make comparisons with Ewan McGregor who is Ewan McGregor, but it goes to show something.

Sabine's pretty good and I really like Huyang! Hera, I could always sort of take or leave Hera, I never minded her. I do appreciate the fact that there are so many important female characters in this show. Teva is here again for no particular reason, he's just the one guy with an X-wing (other than, you know, Luke Skywalker) who we're expected to recognise I guess.

It was strange when at one point Sabine called Huyang a daft droid. Daft. Daft does not feel like a Sabine word. Although I'm sure she would like Daft Punk.

I also don't understand why Kanan and Hera's little boy has green hair. I mean I know that was a design choice made back in Rebels and they're just following it, but it always struck me as odd. He looks just ike a standard human child apart from his hair colour. His mother doesn't have hair for there to be a green gene attached to. His skin isn't green like hers. His father had brown hair. You know? I suppose it makes about as much sense as Chibiusa's hair being pink.

Also, I remember seeing two human-Twilek children back in early The Clone Wars ("The Deserter") and they had headtails, no visible hair and two-coloured skin, so...

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Fighting Arena and spoils.

Before I start here, be warned that there will be alien blood, guts, and carnage here. Dave will be letting loose through pure might. You have been warned!

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Dave had fought his way through a mountains worth of Pokemon, and yet.. He didn’t feel satisfied. There had been no challenge to it. He had been so frustrated that he had vented his frustration to the environment around him.

He didn’t want to hurt the pokemon that simply were protecting their territory, or hurt anyone, even if he was having more violent tendencies. He could feel it at times. The urge to tear something apart, to rip into something.

It was hard to resist it, but he had thankfully that time, but that didn’t mean he would next time.

So, he gave a growl to himself as he looked to where he was now.

He had gone over his books, old star maps and tried to figure out where to go next. And he found out a place that he had forgotten about. To be fair, at the time, he hadn’t had any interest at the time, but now, it was all he could think about.

An arena. More precisely it was advertised to being filled with gladiators that were forced to fight to the death with all sorts of monsters from the deep of space.

Dave’s face split into a grin, hoping this would satisfy his needs for a damned good fight.

He had portalled over there, pretty much going to the register and demanding to be let in. The alien that was the register had taken one good look at Dave and his insistent glare, and pretty much told him; “500 creds admission fee.” And that was all. Dave gave him a few gems, not caring what they were in terms of cost, and the alien gave the gems a few blank blinks, before hurriedly stashing them away. To him, the guy had just bought himself in with at least 5000 creds worth of wealth, if not more. But that wasn’t his concern. Not if the guy was giving the rest as possible tipping fee.

After that, Dave got in pretty easily. They offered him armor, weapons, some of them more simple in use, like padding with studs, steel and the like. The usual gladiator armor that would offer decent protection from most things, but not everything. And weapons were from simple steel blades, hatchets and whatnot, to the more futuristic guns and plasma swords, energy batons, you name it.

Dave denied them all.

“I will go as I am. I’ll be taking everything top wise, but no more.” Dave told the quartermaster. A stocky looking alien with four eyes on each side, purple skin and wispy white hair that was fading since the quartermaster was getting on in years. The stocky fellow gave Dave a serious look, thinking him daft. “You sure boy? There are dangerous critters out there. Some as big as a small luxury shuttle you know,” he tried to warn Dave, but the dragon only gave the alien a nod. “Yes.” Dave said with a resounding and resolute voice. “Absolutely.” The Quartermaster could only give a sigh, a shrug, and let the boy do what he wanted. It wasn’t of his concern of what he did. There had been many a hearty fool like him to come here looking for death in a blaze of glory, so he wouldn’t stop him.

Dave gave only a grunt when the quartermaster walked away, and he was led by a guard towards where he could put his things if he wished. “We remind all participants,” the guard began, “that we are not responsible for your belongings if you should die in the arena. Anything we find that will not be reclaimed at the end of the arena’s opening hours will be claimed as abandoned and sold to cover the cost of your burial.” The guard said in a mundane and listless tone, which told Dave that it was something he had repeated over and over that he didn’t have much of a care anymore in his words.

Dave took off his fancy looking overcoat of sorts, and folded it, then his shirt, and put both folded items into the locker that he had been assigned too, and the guard locked it with a key that he held.

Of course, participants wouldn’t hold onto the keys themselves. The assumption always was that they would die in the arena. And if they didn’t? Then it was a happy surprise for them.

After that, Dave was led to a group of other gladiators that gave him the side eye. All of them were decked out in something and held some kind of weapon. From shields and swords, to blasters, rifles, you name it. All of them were decked out like they were ready for a fight. Even one guy had full on plate set armor with a helmet with a glass visor. He looked like he had come out of a war, or something similar. The metal worn but repaired as it had seen a lot of use. A veteran then.

Dave just gave them all a grunt of greeting, and didn’t say more. Just folded his arms and flexing his new muscles in different ways. He had honestly never been.. This ripped before. He had toned muscles and his arms showed the strength he had in them when he flexed. It was kind of surprising honestly of what this new body gave him. But perhaps, it had been a long time coming in what he had earned through his long life. And probably why this species of dragon fit him so well.

His thoughts were broken off to reality as the gate opened and the restless clanking of armor and shifting people was heard as the first few stepped out.

Dave followed them, and he looked out to the vast arena.

It was massive. It had about 50 foot walls from each side, with a giant dome of energy barring a flight path up, just in case they got a monster that got too eager to fly up, and the arena had to be a 100 feet wide if not more

It looked like it could pack in thousands of people if not more. And oh boy was it packed. Arenas like this were always a spectacle,and Dave gave a soft; “Huh.” At the roar of noise as people cheered on for the bloodletting.

In they entered and spread out, the announcer calling out as the gates behind them closed with a thump of foreboding for those that would not make it.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Aliens and strange creatures all alike! You have come here to see the show of these brave Gladiators come risk their lives! For fortune, fame, or just to find the thrill of the fight!” The announcer proclaimed, amping things up for the crowd. “Take a look my good people! Look at this new group ready for the slaughter! We even have one daring Gladiator today! Entered in with no armor or weapon! I don’t know about you folks, but I think he’s trying to prove a point to some of his mates!”

That got a laugh from the crowd, and Dave gave only a low rumbling growl to himself. He’d show them.

One of the gladiators heard the growl, a younger human male with only the bare bones of armor that he could get. He was slight, small, and carried a rifle, but it looked old and worn, but it would serve. If against things that didn’t have too much armor. “Hey,” the slight young man said to Dave, giving him a hesitant look before speaking again. “Its alright. I mean.. We’ll try and protect you,” he said, trying to be nice, thinking Dave probably couldn’t afford any weapons. He seemed to be like a nice young man.

“Speak for yourself,” came the rough tinny voice of a guttural snarl from the armored figure. “Those who come to the arena protect themselves, not others. Otherwise there is no point, except dying.”

And there came the practical portion of that trope. One offering help, the other, stating things in a cruel, but too true ways.

“I can protect myself,” Dave assured the young man with a soft growl. “Worry about yourself, and that weapon of yours. It doesn’t look like it can punch through much except soft targets.” Dave warned himself, and that got a guttural chuckle from the armored man. “Spoken like someone who’s seen a fight.” the tinny voice said with approval. “Look out for yourselves boys. And you’ll do okay.”

The armored man then stepped away, and so did the boy, looking flustered, worried and embarrassed.

Dave felt for the younger man, but the armored one was right. The more you worried about others, the more you could mess up and only die yourself.

“Now ladies and gentlemen! Without further ado! I introduce you to our creatures of the day!” The announcer said, having finally finished his spiel and it was getting right to the action.

The monsters they were going to fight were gigantic insect like creatures. When they were brought up, they looked like a mix of a spider and a crab in that they were chitinous and different in size and armor. There were smaller ones, about the size of a dog, and the other bigger ones were the sizes of cars or trucks.

After that, the fight was started, and Dave without hesitation went for the biggest target. To go faster, Dave went on all fours, loping on the ground at high speeds, outpacing the others as the other gladiators met the smaller and faster ones head on, and bullets, lasers and whatnot was thrown around to shoot what they could. The bullets and lasers either pinged off of armor or got into soft bits on the smaller ones, making them screech in pain as they either kept going, or died.

Dave however went for the biggest target, the one looking like a bus in terms of size, and he leaped at it. It tried to intercept Dave with a pincer, but Dave was too fast for it, his claws punching through its eye as Dave roared with glee as he punched through its multiple eyes, “MINE!” He roared out to his prey as he tore the thing to pieces. Tearing away brain matter and chitin, felling it in one fell swoop, and leaping to the back of the next, his claws as he swiped them digging bloody rends like a hot knife through butter, and cracked that one in two with pure strength. Then jumped to the next and the next.

Before long, he had torn through the bigger targets before the others could get a shot in, and had dealt with the smaller ones.

Dave stood on top of one of the bigger ones, roaring, and covered in blue discolored blood. “THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?!” He roared at them, and the announcer gave a laugh through the PA system.

“Haha! It seems we have someone eager for a fight!” The announcer said with a good natured laugh, but up in the booth he was in, he was looking confused. Sure the first batch of monsters wouldn’t kill every single gladiator, well not always. But it was a first that there hadn’t been any casualties.

From the screens he had on hand, giving him a 360 view of what he wanted or needed to see, he could see that none of the gladiators were hurt. Some minor wounds, sure, but nothing else.

Even this strange lizard man that had entered the arena, he had just gone for the biggest fish out of the bunch and punched it in the eye and then tore it to pieces.

He looked over things, then smiled. “Well ladies and gentlemen!” He said with the cheer of a professional announcer. “It seems that we’ve gotten quite the challengers here today, so, lets see if we can’t up the ante a bit!”

He said, and chose one of the more.. Dangerous monsters.

Three headed snakes out from one of the deepest pits of a planet that was highly dangerous.

He gave a grin as he put them up.

There was a mix again, of some smaller, and some larger. But the smaller ones were the size of trucks, and the bigger ones.. They were bigger. 15 feet tall and their heads were all looking hungry and angry.

The Gladiators at the back got ready for the fight, aiming weapons and firearms ahead, while Dave just stood as he went against the bigger targets again, his grin wide, and the gleam in his eye animalistic as he jumped high, higher than should be possible, and tore himself into one of the bigger snakes, its head crying out in pain as Dave dug talons in like its hard scales weren’t even there, and he bit down, and tore a chunk out of the snake.

The cry, and the spurt of blood, made the crowd roar in approval!

And so went the next few rounds. Dave would take out the biggest targets with ease, going at them like a wild animal and tear into them, rip them apart, or rip out their guts, or take the monster itself and smash it into another. The pure strength that the announcer saw was raw. So raw that he had the idea what they had was a monster in of itself there.

The rounds were supposed to be 5 all in all, and somehow, they made it through. Well not all. Some of the Gladiators had gotten cocky and had gotten themselves killed. It happened and the crowd only cheered it on, but those that were smart stuck to the back, picking out targets, going after those bigger targets they couldn’t deal with alone in small teams, the situation requiring them to work together.

There were less fatalities that way, and they managed to work together to take down the bigger targets off.

Except that one damned lizard.

On the last round, the final round. The creature stood there on top of a gigantic ape like creature. It had an outer shell as dense as rock, and stronger than steel. You’d need both teamwork and weapons holding plasma or something like a mining laser to get through that thing, along with smaller ones to make things even but still highly dangerous. They had to have a chance of course, but that was why they sent bigger targets too. To up the ante so to speak, and make the odds stack against the gladiators. But this guy, he just took them down like they were nothing.

The ape had at least given more resistance than the others, the lizardman clawing through and the ape smacking him away.

Instead of getting killed in an instant, he had landed on his feet, and given a grin as a bit of blood came to his lips. Like he had found a challenger.

After that, the ape had been dismantled. Slowly. The arm had been torn off, then the lizard had dug into the things chest, and torn out its intestines, and used the purple, ropey fleshy bit to strangle the thing.

And he now stood there, roaring with the crowd, feeling.. Ecstatic.

The announcer looked at the others. A few more fatalities from those that gotten unlucky. The smaller apes had been about as big as a person and quite strong. So that was no surprise. And those injured were being supported by their fellow Gladiators. They were cheering too. They had won. And no wonder. They would get one hell of a payout from this.

The announcer gave a sigh, and opened the gate for the Gladiators.

“Congratulations challengers!” The announcer said as he opened the gate. “You have won your rounds, and to the survivors, you fought admirably.” He said as the survivors started to make their way back. But the lizardman stayed as the others left.

This made the announcer perk up, “Oh?” He asked, and those that were leaving paused to look back, looking surprised, as well as the crowd. They thought they were done.

“One more!” Challenged the lizardman. “One more round. Solo. Against the strongest and biggest thing you got.” He demanded.

This made the announcer pause. Technically, this was against the rules. Once the rounds were done, then it was done. But. This guy had shown to be an effective killing machine, and he was curious.

“Alright,” said the announcer, “Give me a moment.” he said as he put the PA on mute, and called the owner of the arena, explaining the situation.

“If the boy wants to kill himself so much,” said the gravelly voice of the owner, “then let him fight that.”

The announcer paused, and thought about it. “Alright sir, if you wish.”

He said, and he hung up, putting his attention to the crowd that were sitting there with baited breath, some murmuring in confusion.

He put the PA back on, a wicked smile on his face.

“LADIES, AND GENTLEFOLK OF ALL SPECIES! WE HAVE A BONUS ROUND!” He announced with cheer. Because he would certainly give them a short show, but a short one to remember.

“Former challengers, please make your way back to your waiting area. Your wounds shall be treated, and in your area you will get to watch the show!” He promised as the rest finally made their way back, and the gates closed once more.

The sandy ground of the arena was littered with blood and corpses of both monsters and human, and some not human, there had been casualties on both sides.

The final challenger, Dave, stood there on the monkey, waiting as he looked up.

“Now then ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes as we get the big beasty ready.” the announcer said as he put in a few buttons, one of the screens showing him the cage he was looking for, and he smiled as he started to phase it into the arena, “FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE TERROR OF THE DEEPS OF THE PLANET GROGGETA, THE SLAYER OF CHAMPIONS, KOLLOG THE DESTROYER!”

Kollog was as big as the walls, about 40 feet in height, and Dave had to jump back, his feet landing on where roughly where the gate was, and as he watched Kollog, he saw that strong phase barriers were put up around the crowd, the barriers blazing with purple light of energy as it surrounded the arena.

This was a massive, rock armored creature. Its face looked alien in that it had a jaw with hinges, and rows upon rows of teeth. And two, beady black eyes that looked at Dave like a mosquito to squash.

Both looked at each other, and Kollog, gave a mighty roar, intending to send this pesky mosquito onto its knees so Kollog could squash it and be done with it.

But to its surprise, the little thing didn’t even budge, didn’t even kneel down in fear, and plead for its life. Instead, he saw the little thing take a deep inhale back, and got a resounding roar in return that shook him back. Not in fear, but in surprise. He could fear that roar rattle in his stone flesh and to his bones. And the two challengers looked at each other again. This time, Kollog took new stock of this challenger.

And both knew, they had found something worth fighting after all.

Dave grinned, his eyes mad with delight, his body tensed and ready to spring into action. He had no intention of changing now, he wanted this fight to be as it was. He wanted them both to feel like they were fighting a David and Goliath, though that stone creature wouldn’t know what that was, Dave didn’t care.

The odds were against him, the crowd was silent with anticipation.

And the announcer finally said, after drinking all of this in, smiled and said; “BEGIN!”

The fight started at the first word, and both challengers rushed to one another. Kollog being faster since he had longer strides, and he tried to stomp down on Dave, but he was gone before he could finish, climbing up the stone creatures leg, and digging his claws in. He swiped at the leg, digging in deep, but Kollog didn’t seem bothered. Rather, he tried to swat Dave away like a bug, but Dave leaped away. His tail swaying in the wind as he jumped from one leg to the next, continuing to climb up, and swiping away at spots to test if he was doing any damage.

He wasn’t. Each swat brought Dave closer as he just jumped away, and each time Kollog tried to smack him again. Growing frustrated with this jumping cricket on his body, trying to hurt him, but nothing worked.

Dave growled in frustration and joy. Finally something he couldn’t just kill in one hit or dig into its fleshy bits and hurt it like that. It would be a death of a thousand cuts at this point, but Dave didn’t want to do that, so he instead jumped back, and used the one thing he didn’t use due to his lack of control.

He used his magic. Calling a bolt of thunder from his hands, and throwing it with his both arms thrust out, channeling mana into the spell, and it struck Kollog, who gave a grunt of surprise and pain.

This little mosquito had bite after all! And Dave grinned as it didn’t even over load the creature he was fighting.

Both challengers gave each other a look of grudging respect. And they started again, Kollog taking this more seriously as he punched down, and Dave dodged with magic, letting himself loose as he infused his claws with power, his mana making blades out his claw swipes, and the mana, like a move, swept out and punctured five digit rends into Kollog’s chest, who growled with pain, but refused to back down, even as blueblack ichor ran down its new wounds, and Dave howled with joy as he took an attack head on as Kollog kicked. Barriers formed around Dave, and the shields took the hit, breaking away and some of the kick just by force came back to Dave who flew back.

He landed and spit out blood, his teeth red as he growled with joy. “That is more like it!” He roared, the two went all out on each other. Dave meeting punch for punch, stopping Kollog’s punch in stride as Dave punched back at it. And Kollog’s arm stung. Dave only grinned as he stopped holding back on everything he could in this form. His strength was comparable if not greater than Kollog, and it was surprising to see it actually happening, and feel it too.

The two continued to go at it, the air booming with each punch, and the two challengers were starting to go ham as each punch was met and pushed back, magic making claw sweeps and electricity flow through Kollog like paper as his skin crumpled away, and he felt his wounds take stronger and stronger hold onto his body.

Even Dave didn’t get through this one unscathed, but he didn’t care.

With one last swipe, this one barely missing Kollog’s head, gouging one eye out, making the stone giant roar in pain, hold into his head as blood gushed out, and the barrier behind him give a warning claxon of its energy there being almost depleted. The shield barely held.

Dave could see that the giant was done, and he panted. Cuts and bruises on his scaled flesh, his blue sapphire scales in some places having flaked off or gotten broken. Dave looked at his wounds, at the blood dripping down his arms, his chest, and knew that he had won. He looked at the giant, who looked at him back with a grimace of pain. Knowing, that his end was finally here, and he looked at Dave with acceptance, to him there was no shame in dying.

And at this point, being in captivity for so long, it was preferable.

The silence lingered between both of them, and Dave, gave an earnest bow to the giant. A sign of respect. They knew only one of them was going down and getting out. Those were the rules.

“May I meet you in the next life, great one.” Dave said with respect to the Giant, then he swiped up, with all of his might, and his magic followed his will, and decapitated the giant on the spot.

Black blue blood spurted out like a fountain, spraying the shield and the wall there with gore, and the crowd gave an exclamation of shock and awe, as the giant fell.

The gate soon after opened up, and Dave walked out, leaving the quiet crowd to stare at the giant’s body.

To be continued.

[inthenameofadho]

Wrote some banter a while ago as practice for Zephyrine (sometimes their personalities meld together in my head), thought I’d post it :) below cut

Act 1

Juno: Bloodvalley, yeah? Not a terribly inviting name. I’d wager it’s those pilgrims own fault for settling there.

Jolene: Oh, but valleys are so pretty… the blood part does put a damper on it, though, doesn’t it?

Jean: Maybe the pilgrims were optimists.

Juno: Bloodflower… no, that’s vampire stuff. Bloodmoon? No, vampires. Bloodpuppy— you know what? I think I know what happened to these pilgrims.

Jolene: Did they find a Bloodpuppy?

Jean: The Bloodpuppy found them, I think.

——

Julius: Have you traveled this part of the Middlelands before, Jean?

Jean: I have traveled no part of the Middlelands, Sir.

Julius: Truly? But you were a noble.

Jean: A noble, yes. Just not an adventurous one. I spent most of my life confined to the palace. Was rarely allowed to leave.

Julius: That… is terrible. I am sorry to hear this, Jean.

Jean: There are worse things, I suppose.

——

June: Have you heard the tale of The Killing of the False Gods? It was written by La’Adho herself. Or so they claim.

Johann: Who is they? The false gods?

June: Probably not. They’re dead. I think somebody wrote a book about it…

——

Johann: Oh, Nymm. What are we going to do?

Julius: To whom do you speak?

Johann: Hm? Oh, just my informant. I tell him everywhere you guys go, and he sends mercenaries to execute you. They should be catching up soon.

Julius: …

Johann: I’m joking, Julie.

Julius: We shall see.

——

Jean: Swyrhan is sacred, you know.

June: So is Tadia, but you invoke her name every chance you get.

Jean: Tadia isn’t wordly and couldn’t care less about what Jean Bellamont is doing in some indeterminate corner of Alderwick.

June: Oh? Did she tell you that?

Jean: Let us march over to her temple and she can tell you herself.

——

Jolene: You are very good at preventing disaster, Juno.

Juno: Hm?

Jolene: I mean— a child is teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to fall, and then you whisk him away! Or a civilian is standing in direct line of a stampede, and you shout for them to move at the last second! How do you do it?

Juno: Ah! I had cats growing up.

Jolene: Oh? How did having cats develop such a skill?

Juno: Well, when you see them up on the shelf, about to knock over a one-of-a-kind vase, you really only have a few seconds to act.

Jolene: I see…

Act 2

Jolene: You were a noble, right?

Jean: That I was. What brought this on?

Jolene: It’s just... those rogues, in Kilmere. Are all nobles…?

Jean: What? Evil?

Jolene: I didn’t mean—

Jean: No. You’d be right. That’s exactly what they are.

Jolene: But not you, yeah?

Jean: Ask me in a few months. I’ll have an answer for you then.

——

Juno: Are you going to the fair, Johann?

Johann: The fair? What, in Dayledew? Heavens, no. Why would I?

Juno: Oh, no reason. It’s just that it’s such a beloved part of Dayled culture, and Bella has been down lately…

Johann: I am sighing at you. Very loudly. You just can’t hear me because you cannot think a sigh.

Juno: Is it a defeated sigh?

Johann: It is.

——

June: There have been sightings of Marred in the plains around Kilmere.

Jolene: Have there really? Any casualties?

June: A little hamlet just south of here. It was a small hoard, but a hoard nonetheless.

Jolene: I… I will petition the Sovereign. If I could establish a field hospital there, would you…?

June: Until my dying breath, Jolene.

Jolene: Let us hope it does not come to that.

——

Johann: Here. I picked this up for you while we were in Fufu.

Jean: I… Johann, this is authentic Dayled silk. Where did you get this? Did the Bookkeeper sell it to you?

Johann: Sell is a strong word…

——

Julius: How do you find your blades?

Juno: With my eyes.

Julius: I mean— do they suit you?

Juno: No? They are weapons, and I am not garb.

Julius: You are impossible.

Juno: And you are daft. Nothing in the world could make me use those clunky greatswords of yours.

——

Julius: Why does Tanwen call you van Blair?

Johann: She must not like my first name.

Julius: Hmm.. it makes sense. Your first name is a trick; it is not pronounced how it is spelled.

Johann: Neither is Jean’s, and Tanwen addresses him properly.

Julius: He is a noble. Technically, she is addressing him improperly.

Johann: So how should she call him? Prince Bellamont of Summerpeak?

Julius: If she did, I think he’d… wither like a flower and die.

Act 3

Juno: Word on the street is there’s Syndicate activity in Fufu.

Johann: Syndicate activity in Fufu is like Marred on Samsara; it isn’t possible.

Juno: And Marred on Samsara are much like traitors; they’re right under your nose.

Johann: Good thing I showered.

Juno: Now that I don’t believe.

——

Juno: Remind me to never again delve into a dank old Fae cave.

June: Really? I thought you liked the Fae.

Juno: I do like the Fae. I just don’t like caves. Neither do the Fae themselves, which is why Fae caves are particularly unpleasant.

June: Will you write a dissertation on this phenomenon?

Juno: Not if it involves more caves.

——

Jolene: How is your head, Bella?

Jean: Loud.

Jolene: Louder than before?

Jean: No, not exactly. Before it was loud like an argument a few rooms over. Right now, it’s loud like somebody is speaking right into my ear… are they?

Jolene: No, Jean. There’s nobody there.

Jean: Oh. I could have sworn…

——

Julius: Have you spoken with Donisvek?

June: Have I spoken with— …yes, I have. It feels like I cannot stop speaking with him. Wherever we go, there he is… pestering us.

Julius: I could take care of that for you. If you’d like.

June: You really are such a charmer, Westwood.

——

Johann: “Dear Juniper. My most sincere apologies, I have not found the time to write you. With Lillemor gone, I can scarcely find the time to write the Banneret. Speaking of, did you know that…” wow. Your librarian really likes the Banneret.

Juno: Why shouldn’t she? Just because you’re a Godless— are you reading my mail?!

——

Jolene: You elves must not like talking.

Johann: I beg your pardon?

Jolene: Quietwood… Silent Palace… really, it’s a bit much.

Johann: I suppose we don’t have much to say.

Jolene: I could think of a few things you could say, Johann.

Johann: Like?

Jolene: “Sorry.”